Worlds Greatest Fuck

July 18th, 2008

The anniversary of a traumatic event is always hard. This is fucking harder. A year ago today Joker killed Jason, and even though he's rotting in a cell in Arkham- that's little consolation. I would always pry on Bruce to tell me about his parents' death, now I can see why he doesn't like to talk about it.

I want to talk to Bruce about it. I need to. But I know how hard that's gonna be. He bottles up everything inside. I know he feels like he lost Dick, who was like a son to him, and now he's had to deal with that loss all over again. Only this time, it's the most permeant type of loss a person can experience. I really want to comfort him... or maybe I'm the one who needs to be comforted.

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"Come on, you couldn't at least make my night interesting?" I said as I handcuffed a petty thief that stole some alcohol from a liquor store. "Don't worry, the cops will be here soon."

I then ran off, grappled back up to the rooftops and made my way to the rendezvous point.

"You're early." Batman crept from behind a shadow.

I yawned. "Slow night."

"And because you left early someone somewhere could be getting robbed... or worse. Don't shirk your..."

"I want to talk about Jason."

"No."

"Why not?! What, you're just going to pretend like he never existed? Like what happened doesn't matter?"

"Listen kid, I've been doing this for eight years. I know loss. I can't abandon my duty just because I screwed up."

"I'm not a kid. I'm 18, you should be calling me batWOMAN!"

"You've still got much to learn. Don't think that just because you're an adult means you know what you're doing. When I was your age, I had no idea what I wanted."

Well I do. I thought to myself.

A long silence sank in as I sat down on the top of an AC unit and looked across the Hudson River at New York. Somewhere on the other side of Manhattan, Dick was off doing his own thing- fighting crime. Had he been right about Bruce? I guess even if he had it didn't matter- I'm not going anywhere.

"Remember Two-Face?" Bruce asked me.

"How could I not? He dangled me over a vat of boiling acid!"

"Well he used to be a friend of mine, Harvey Dent. My first year under the cowl, he helped me take down Carmine Falcone. Of course things change and a year later he was trying to kill me. I lost him. And then I lost Selina, then I lost Dick and Jason and damn it, I'm not going to lose you too!"

"You're not going to." I placed my hand on his thigh.

"I've heard it before. You and Alfred are all I have left in the world."

"Then don't push us away." I moved my hand to the side of his face.

He did not move it off.

"Life is pain. You still have yet to learn about true loss. Life's only ever taken from me, be thankful."

"You're going to tell me that I don't know loss, after everything that happened? Fuck you!" I slapped Bruce across his face.

"I lost a son that day. I accepted him into my family. You're like a-"

"Don't say it. You know that's not true. A father wouldn't look at his daughter the way you look at me."

Bruce scoffed. "Look at you how?"

"Like this." I said as I grabbed Bruce's face and kissed him. As we locked lips I forced my tongue down his throat as if to say "I want this". He did not protest, just place his hands on my hips as he kissed me back.

You need to seize the moment, before he changes his mind. I thought to myself.

I cupped Bruce over his balls in his batsuit and I kissed the side of his neck before whispering in his ear "I've wanted to do this for a long time." Before then unclasping the bottom of his suit and dropping it down to the floor of the roof we stood atop.

Bruce's cock was immeasurably hard and I gave it's tip a small lick before placing the head in my cheek. I looked up at Bruce who seemed deeply conflicted. I was going to change his mind.

I took his mighty cock and deepthroated it to the back of my mouth and slid my tongue along the shaft as I did. I picked up speed and vigorously sucked his dick until I could feel a bruise forming on the inside of my cheek. Bruce's moans increased in volume until I could tell he was close.

I have him in the palm of my hand. I thought to myself. Time to make sure there's no going back.

I stood up as Bruce's rock hard cock begged for release. I then kissed him on the neck once again as he grabbed my ass in my suit.

"If you want to go all the way, we'll need a bed. I'm not the type of woman who'll let you fuck her on some dirty old rooftop." I whispered seductively into his ear.

I had Bruce in a transe. He put the pants of his suit back on, grabbed me and propelled us down to the alley where the Batmobile was waiting. He then drove us back to Wayne Manor at a lighting pace. I kissed and fondled him the whole way so that he wouldn't second guess what he was about to do. By the time he'll be able to give it a second thought, it'll already be too late.

When we arrived back at the manor, I played grab ass with him the entire way to Bruce's bedroom. He was so desperate to fuck me, he even parked the Batmobile in the driveway instead of in the Batcave. Good thing it was the dead of night. Alfred was probably asleep too.

When we got to Bruce's bedroom, I kissed him violently on the lips and then unzipped my suit. It was time for him to see me in a way he never had before. I removed my cowl before swiftly taking the top of my suit off. While patrolling, I usually wear a heavy duty white bra. Not quite a sports bra but not the sexiest thing either.

In the middle of Bruce's undressing I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast. "Take it off." I told him. We shared a passionate kiss and he unhooked my bra and let my boobs fall out. I saw a look of true happiness on his face when he saw my tits that I don't think I'd ever seen on him before.

I turned around and looked at myself in the full body mirror. My long red hair and grapefruits I got from my mom, my dark olive skin I got from my dad. His parents, my grandparents, were the first interracial couple to be married in Gotham. I guess he shared my grandpa's taste in women.

I grabbed my pants and slipped out of them to bend over and show Bruce my panties. I was wearing a cute yellow pair to match my suit. Cotton always was my favorite.

He wasted no time in pulling them off me and then grabbed my ass so hard it turned a little red. I spun around and once more locked lips with him while my ass was still tightly in his callused hands. Now we were both naked and it was time to seal the deal. I didn't want him hesitating or backing out. So I forcefully pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. I arched my back down and kissed him as his dick rubbed against the side of my labia. God he was bigger than I'd hoped for.

I stopped French-ing him and straighten my back before grabbing his seven inches and lining it up with the entrance to my pussy. I could feel how soaking wet I had become and when I plopped down and started bouncing on Bruce's cock I could see how creamy I was too. I've NEVER been this creamy before. I shaved my pussy bare in anticipation of this moment.

I bounced up and down on his dick, watching the hilt get all the way out before I slapped back down on him. And trust me, I could feel it too. This level of pleasure was alien to me. The sex was good, the taboo of cheating on Dick was better. I'd had a crush on Bruce for so long and now I finally got to live it out. And with his dick inside me, it was too late for him to back out now- his meat was already inside of a slut, it wouldn't change anything the deed had already been done. Or at least was in the process of being done, hehe.

God I felt like such a slut as I locked lips with the man who fed me and was paying for my college. His penis inside of me felt like ecstasy, as he rubbed against the walls of my pussy. (Bruce trained me on several drugs to learn what the effects on me would be like and how to counter them). My pussy was gripping him tight as he moaned. I wanted this to never end.

"I'm getting tired, could you take over?" I lied after a few minutes.

Wether or not Bruce could tell I was lying I did not know but either way he didn't seem to care. He pushed me off him and onto the bed on my side. Then grabbed both of my legs and pulled me towards him. I spread my legs as he lifted them into the air and he began fucking me on my back. I have him exactly where I want him. I wonder how long he'll last?

I was laying there on my back, absolutely ecstatic as the greatest crime fighter in the world thrust himself into me, punishing my pussy for tempting him. I'd like to pretend like it wasn't on purpose (it was) but when you want something you've got to take it. Or let him take you.

After five minutes on my back, Bruce gestured in a way that I interpreted as "get in doggystyle" so I complied. Now on my hands and knees, I could not see Bruce as he got behind me but I could feel his cock once it thrusted inside me. I let out a loud "Ooooooo!" And began moaning like his perfect little slut, as he rammed his cock inside me.

Bruce was picking up speed and fucking me more and more violently. I loved it. But I also knew what it meant.

"Have you been taking your birth control?"

"Yes, oh yes daddy."

"Good."

Bruce fucked me so hard I could feel myself beginning to get sore. Luckily, it didn't last much longer as he gave out one last pummel into my pussy and released his entire load inside of me. I could feel his semen squirting against the walls of my pussy.

We just stood there for a minute, his hard cock still inside me, before he withdrew himself and fell on the bed breathing heavily. I turned over and laid beside him. Finally, it felt so right. I could feel his seed dripping out of my pussy. There was so much of it and it just kept dripping onto the bedsheets.

"So... what no towel?"

The End

(Or is it?)