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It was a day unlike any other… and barely 10 minutes after the annual Gotham Bowl.
"Oh, Sierra's going to be PISSED," declared Yaya as she and Joy watched the Smallville Chieftains defeat the hometown team and favorites to win Gotham Knights.
"Yeah, three finals losses in a row to the Smallville Chieftains…" Joy noted as they watched the Chieftains celebrate their victory. Somewhere, a farmboy was laughing at his rich buddy… no reason for that observation. "She's really going to be cranky." Orders watched the TV and sighed audibly through her nose. She tapped the table with her pen.
"She's not the only one," Yaya noted as the two pretty Asian Superbabes watched Orders' purple eyes flickering dangerously. "...She did bribe a guy with a delivery to say he's going to Superbabes and then he lost… again." But Joy frowned at this.
"...Wait, wouldn't she know if he was going to lose?"
"I find it's best not to try to figure out Orders' brain." Yaya added as Joy had to nod and agree. "I mean Richard Warner's a good player, but that Cliff Oregon Jr fella seems like a safe bet…" Orders placidly watched the celebration on the news until she got tired of it. And turned off the TV. "...Boss, are you okay?"
"I'm perfectly fine." Orders noted, and the two watched her cautiously, there was something about the way she said it where, she could infact be, as stated, perfectly fine… but there was seemingly a seething rage bubbling under the surface of that admittedly attractive face… something behind the purple eyes just waiting for an excuse to VENT all that energy out. "I'm merely waiting…"
Tap-tap-tap.
Joy and Yaya looked around, and their gaze was directed to the back door, which was usually always open, so the girls could walk right in. You think it is an invitation for perverts and weirdos to just barge in and catch a peek at the sumptuous bodies of the Superbabes, but then they were 'politely' redirected to the nearby dumpster. Often encouraged by the Sexy Wall of Muscle and Ex-Wrestler Giganta, or Roller Derby Girls Silver Banshee and Big Barda…
Either way, knocking was new.
There was a hand floating there. It was attached to an arm, but the owner of said limb appeared to be going out of his way to seem like he wasn't a pervert looking for a quick peek. Not that any of the girls were in the lounge right now, some were on the floor, some were on deliveries, and Joy and Yaya were just hanging out after a shift, watching the game on the TV… Good food and company, why go home and potentially miss something?
"Come in." Orders said almost lazily.
"Is it alright?" a voice replied, slightly British-accented, though they'd need Britney to tell them what part of Britain.
"I said Come in." Orders repeated as the man appeared.
He was a short, stocky man with a wide gut, wide face, and wider lips, like a frog or a toad. He wasn't particularly an ugly man, and he was nicely dressed in a grey suit and green bowler hat; he wasn't even giving off a creeper vibe. He waddled in with a strange smile on his froggy face. Orders' purple eyes glared at him placidly, unconcerned by his sudden appearance. "Greetings," he said, tipping his hat.
"Mmn." Orders said as the man turned his attention to the attractive asian girls on the couch, watching him curiously as he tilted his hat politely to them and turned his attention back to the woman clearly in charge… also, he knew she was in charge as any decent part-time investigator would, he had extensively did his research before coming here.
"Madam Orders, I am Mr. Toad," he said. "...I will respect your insistence on nomenclature if you respect mine." Orders said nothing, which was as good as an agreement. "I represent an… interested party," he said, "Who would like to-" he glanced at the girls. "Acquire your services?" he said, pulling a manila folder from his suit coat and placing it on the table. Pushing it forward.
Orders picked up the folder, looked inside it, and barely looked at the contents. "Let's speak in my office, Mr. Toad," she said calmly as he tilted his hat and she pointed to the office. "Privacy is important after all." She snapped the folder shut, stood up, and walked into her office, followed by Mr. Toad as the two pretty asian girls watched them go… Orders shutting her office door with a knowing look at them.
"...I suddenly don't want to be around to find out what that is about." Yaya declared.
"Yep. Agreed. Want to go bug-slash-tease Mike?" Joy's comic store-owning nerd boyfriend.
"Yes. Yes, I do." Yaya said, Any excuse to get away from the Orders bomb ready to go off, and both of them scrambling to grab their things and rush out the back door.
Orders took a seat behind her desk. "Mr. Toad," she said as he smiled politely. "I'd offer you to take a seat, but this won't take long," she said, and for the first time, Mr. Toad seemed taken aback, but he rode with it. "...But for semantics' sake, why don't you tell me what your client wants?" She looked into the folder; she, of course, already knew the contents.
"He'd like Black Canary," he asked, "For one of those… Daily Specials," he said, looking to find the words.
"Mmn-hmmn." Orders said dismissively, snapping the folder shut rather dramatically. It was all pomp and circumstance. "Mr. Toad. What does he REALLY want?" he replied as Mr. Toad cocked an eyebrow that disappeared under his bowler hat. He quickly glanced around her office, then with a whisper.
"...He wants to utterly emasculate Richard Warner," he whispered, "And due to the efforts of a particularly excellent investigator, namely himself. "He found out that Mr. Warner enjoys the company of a certain... Black Canary?"
"Black Canary doesn't work the daily specials." Orders said casually, "So I'm afraid your employer will have to settle for an hour." Mr. Toad chuckled jovially.
"My client doesn't settle for anything less than what he wants."
"Sounds like an asshole who should get used to disappointment."
"You misunderstand me, Ms. Orders. He is not some unreasonable man, and I've made him aware of your particular standards. He reached into his jacket again and produced a thin piece of paper, a check, and put it on her desk, pushing it towards her. Now, who was being dramatic?
Her purple eyes lazily looked over the check, and then to Mr. Toad. "That's blank."
"He's aware. You can name your price." Orders smiled, the magic words were said, but she tapped the check.
"...I can count VERY high, Mr. Toad." Mr. Toad nodded and looked rather pained when he admitted.
"While I believe that my employer fails to underestimate the limits of your… moderately renowned greed. You fail to understand how much my employer wants to humiliate Richard Warner and utterly, excuse the word, dominate his favorite 'side piece'. And he is willing to give you whatever you want to do it."
...He'll just leave out how utterly obsessed with the idea his employer is… unfortunately for him, Orders is clairvoyant. "When?" she asked.
"Oh, as soon as possible." Mr. Toad said with jovial politeness, bobbing on his feet. Looking proud to have achieved what he was tasked to do, when Orders suddenly reached into her drawer, and produced what appeared to be a- "Is that a contract?"
"I might be a greedy woman, Mr. Toad, but I'm not a monster and I'm not a fool," she said, holding the small stack of papers. "Rules, instructions, and consequences. Plus, a thorough invoice of accurate compensation that has been calculated by my accountant." Veronica did have a hand in calculating it, but Orders hasn't asked her yet… clairvoyant. "I assure you it's accurate, and delivery girls don't take checks. Cash or other hard currency only."
Mr. Toad looked through the papers, cocking an eyebrow. "...Well, I don't see a problem here. I'll have it back for you within the hour to pick up Ms. Black Canary. And I will prepare the appropriate compensation as soon as my employer gives me permission," he said, and Orders' lips tilted up in a slight smile.
"See that you do," she added as Mr. Toad nodded, and promptly exited the office. Somewhat disappointed that the attractive Asian girls were no longer there. Orders, however, examined the file he gave her, and tossed it, stretching her arms, she stood up…
Normally, it might be complicated to try and get Black Canary to do something she'd definitely wouldn't want to do, and considering she's not even on the daily special to begin with, it's part of that. But on the other hand, Black Canary was fairly easy to… well, manipulate isn't the word Orders wanted to use, but predictable. It helps that Black Canary was in a bit of a mood tonight, believe it or not.
"Ugh!" The beautiful, busty blonde jiggled in through the back door, her corset squeezing her big blonde tits. "Orders!" She slapped money on the counter. "I want tomorrow off!"
The Purple-eyed boss casually walked out of her office. "...And what brought this on?"
"The fatass mother fucker who thought I was a hooker!" she said angrily. At the time, he just ordered food, and Black Canary was the one who took it to him. They are delivery girls after all, they still deliver food.
"Hmmn." Orders replied, "Did you punch him in the throat or the gut?" Black Canary blinked at her.
"...The gut," she said as Orders thought about it, and nodded. Giving Black Canary the impression that she was taking something as a sign.
"Alright," she said, "...I'll give you the week off." Black Canary almost recoiled with shock, then the suspicion hit, because Orders was NEVER that generous with getting something out of it. Usually Cash.
"...Alright, what's the fucking catch?" Orders sat back down at her counter.
"...I need someone to do a Daily. Tonight, in less than an hour."
"I don't even fucking do Dailys," she said indignantly.
"I'll give you the rest of the week off. And a later day off of your choice." Black Canary frowned at that, but cautiously her pretty eyes narrowed, "...It's either do that or spend the next hour comforting Richard Warner after his tragic loss to the Smallville Chieftains."
Black Canary frowned. "...Who the hell is Richard Warner?" Which is fair, Black Canary barely remembered the guys she had sex with… unless, of course, they were regulars.
"The man who orders you around the Gotham Bowl. The football player? Big black man…" Orders replied lazily.
"...You're going to have to be specific." Black Canary replied. She had sex with a lot of Big Black Men, usually with Orders laughing her ass off.
"Do you want the deal, plus a massive payday, or not?" Orders replied as Black Canary frowned at her suspiciously.
"...You can't call me in for any of the days I take off," she said, "No calling me in. No surprise sex. No tricking me into banging some asshole for a business deal. The only thing I'm taking that week is wine from my fridge and a break."
Fine." Orders said, with a dismissive shrug, which made Black Canary think she caved too easily, and she should've asked for more. "Go home, grab a go bag. Your ride will be back in an hour." Black Canary glowered at her.
"...One day for a week off." Black Canary told herself, heading out the back door, "and a big payday," she said, "...Should've asked for two weeks," she noted, already believing she was tricked into some sort of suckers deal…
Time: 9:00 PM. Remaining Time: 24 hours.
Black Canary had packed light; she didn't expect to need much, maybe a toothbrush, a change of clothes in case of emergency, and a few little things to help her relax… like a bottle of wine. And now she wore a long coat over her costume. She walked away from her car and back into Superbabes, finding Orders waiting patiently for her as she rested a hand on her hip. "Alright, is he running late?"
"He got here two minutes before you did. In the parking lot. Obvious rental," she said. "See you when you get back." Orders replied as Black Canary scoffed, and ideally hoped to get this guy off and spend the rest of the day lounging around by a pool or something…
She had no doubt he had a pool, maybe a manor, or a wine cellar… the amount of cash required to bribe ORDERS of all people must be so high that not even Veronica could calculate it. She walked out into the lot and had a good look around until she spotted a car that looked newer and fresher than the rest. But it was a Traverse truck… who comes to Gotham and rents a Traverse truck? She rolled her pretty blue eyes and strutted her sturdy, but short, legs across the parking lot, her high-heeled boots click-clacking loudly across the asphalt like it was designed for maximum click-clacking… reached the truck door and knocked.
"...Hey."
"Hello."
"FUCK!" she shouted before spotting Mr. Toad, who tipped his bowler hat to her. "The FUCK man!? You can't sneak up on a girl in fucking Gotham!" she snapped angrily at him as he tipped his bowler again.
"I'll remember that, shall we?" he opened the passenger side door for her as she stared at him suspiciously. "I am Mr. Toad, pleasure to meet you."
"...Am I giving you head?" she asked, getting into the seat as he shut the door, chuckling jovially.
"Well, I wouldn't say no," he replied, "...But I'd rather not lose my job over it," he added, getting into the driver's seat.
"You're not the guy who paid my boss an absurd amount of money for my time?" Black Canary asked as Mr. Toad drove rather expertly through Gotham traffic.
"I'll be the one handing the money over, most certainly." He said, "But it's technically not my money. But my employer."
"Uh-huh. And he is?"
"Oh, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," he said with a wink and a broad grin on his froglike lips.
"I promise you I won't be," she said lazily, putting her bag down behind his chair and crossing her arms under her glorious bust, even in the coat they were still very prominent, and Mr. Toad couldn't help but chance a glance everyone other traffic light or so… She did not expect him to take her to the harbor even if he called himself Mr. Toad. "Still not surprised," she said as his wide lips stretched into a smile.
"...Yes, well, go swimming here and you might be." Which was true; this was Gotham. The Harbor probably has more bodies in it than fish. He parked the Traverse truck near the water, by a moored speedboat which also looked far too new for Gotham. "Shall I take your bag?" he asked, gesturing to the boat, but Black Canary tossed it in and got in herself. Mr. Toad took it in stride as he hopped into the boat himself; it bobbed noticeably in the water as he sat in the helmsman seat, pulled the key from his coat, and started it up with a low rumble.
Black Canary might be a little more concerned about her safety, a strange man, a mysterious client, and a dark boat ride: Welcome to Gotham… but she wasn't, this was just another dick to get off. All she had to do was be his pretty little playmate for a day, and she'd get an entire undisturbed week off. Did she still have suspicions? Fuck yes… was she going to be pissed at the end of this? Probably. Was she still going to make the best of it? Yeah.
It was a 10-minute boat ride straight from Gotham when she saw the large boat ahead, a luxury yacht. She almost didn't on the pitch black ocean, but the lights on the deck helped. But she couldn't make out the name on the hull; it was probably something appropriate… Like Cock of the Walk, or Moby Dickhead…
Why else would you own a yacht unless you were compensating for something?
"What's the name?" she asked. Mr. Toad seemed surprised at the question.
"Of my client?"
"The ship," she said as Mr. Toad chuckled.
"Oh, I'm not quite sure. It's a rental." Mr. Toad replied, "Recently acquired." He sped towards the rear of the ship. Pulling up to a small swim platform. "Here we are," he said, as she frowned at him, grabbed her bag, and stepped onto the ship. Which was playing music now that the speedboat wasn't rumbling. Classic song 'We are the champions' from the sound of it. She stepped off the boat and turned around, catching Mr. Toad checking out her ass in the coat… he was still a man after all.
"Are you not coming?"
"I am not. I'd like to keep my job. Just call me when you're ready to leave. My number is in the kitchen," he politely tipped his hat again, and sped away from the yacht as she raised an eyebrow, then climbed the ladder onto the deck. The deck cabin looked to be some sort of entertainment room, a big screen TV, a couch, a wet bar… at least she can get plastered if she wants… but depending on the rich asshole, she may or may not do that.
Why reward him for being an asshole? She walked around the deck to the fore of the ship, the aft? The front. She didn't know ship lingo.
She immediately saw a hot tub sunk into the deck, which used to confuse her, but considering Gotham harbor, yeah, having a second swimming source is probably a better idea. The music got louder and louder, speakers were mounted under the roof of the upper deck cabin, providing protection from the rain at least. Then she walked around and spotted the only other person she'd seen on the deck so far.
Tall, 6'7' blonde, fit, and blue-eyed, and a glass of whiskey in hand, he casually read a book in his other hand by cabin light, tapping his foot to the music. Wearing Red trunks with white trim, "Hey," she said, not trying to sound sultry, but it probably came off as sultry. "You the guy buying my vacation?"
His handsome face turned on her, and he flashed her straight white teeth, but his upper right eyetooth was capped gold. "Bitch I might be," he said smugly, before snapping his book shut, putting it down on his deck chair, and standing up. "...Are you Richard Warner's side piece?"
"Who the fuck is Richard Warner?" she replied, legitimately confused. He openly laughed, apparently enjoying his response.
"Alright, that got me." he got up, "I already know you're his favorite side piece," he said, towering over her tiny body. "...You're a pretty little golden trophy, aren't you?" he grinned, absently brushing her golden hair with his fingers as she raised an eyebrow. "You fucked the loser, now you're fucking a champ. How does that make you feel?"
"I've fucked a lot of guys," she said unconcernedly. "Champs, losers, assholes and pussys, pimps and wimps…" She tossed her bag into the upper deck cabin. The door was open, then looking up at him, she hooked her fingers into her coat and tugged it open, sensually and smugly. It spilled away from her body and crumpled on the floor, displaying her big, beautiful tits in the black canary corset, because he was so close they blocked the view of the rest of her.
"Oh damn, look at these!" he laughed, then squeezed them hard. She hissed softly through her clenched teeth, "No wonder that cuck likes you so much." he licked his lips, his hands rubbing gently on her chest as she moaned softly. Her red lips stretched slightly as he licked his lips again. "Don't worry. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't even remember his name."
"I literally have no idea what you're talking about," she said straight-faced as he pulled his hands from her tits and began sliding them all over her body, peeling off the black Canary jacket, tossing it away as he grabbed her chin and lifted her pretty face up and licked her lips. "Mmn…" she moaned softly into his lips, but seemed unconcerned as his hands firmly grabbed at her tits and ass. "Mgh! Mmn!" rubbing and fondling at her, yanking her into the cabin. His tongue slammed around her mouth, thrusting between her teeth and slapping at her cheeks and the roof of her mouth. "Mnn! Mmn!"
"Ahh." he pulled away, breathing heavily as he chuckled. "You taste good too." he reached down and grabbed her crotch.
"Ngh!" rubbing at her through the costume as she shivered in her fishnets. "Fucker." She groaned as he hooked his fingers into her corset and tugged; her huge tits bounced out of her top as she glowered at him. Her hands shot up to grab and squeeze them as he watched them bounce. Yanking down her suit further until it dropped to the floor, standing there only in her fishnets and heels.
"Mmn. A really pretty trophy," he repeated, "Turn around, let me look at you." She rolled her eyes, and turned around, "Yeah." he swatted her backside, reaching up and hooking her breasts, squeezing her big breasts and grabbing onto her nipples as she hissed softly. "Don't you worry, I'm going to take good care of you," he grinned as she raised her hands to the back of her head and flipped him off. He just laughed, "I like sluts with a bit of bite in them…" he squeezed her breasts as she hissed, "I can't wait to wear you like a jock strap." he growled before running his hands down her body again, rubbing at her clit as she hissed.
"Mmn! Ah…"
"We got plenty of time for you to get properly fucked… so let's get started."
"Asshole," she snapped as he turned her around.
"Nah Trophy Girl, that's a third or fourth fucking, we're just getting started. And I bet you know how to get started." he put his hand on her head and pushed; her knees thumped onto the carpet. "We got to fuck you right and my big-" he pulled her face into his crotch and she BLINKED in surprise as she felt the rigid thing growing. "White…" it bulged and grew in his swimtrunks, the waistline stretching. "COCK is just the dick to do it."
"Mother FUCKER." she snarled as a 12-inch girthy white dick throbbed in front of her pretty blonde face, slapping her skin like a piece of meat as she hissed.
"I ain't ever fucked my mama, but I certainly love trying to make girls into em…" he rubbed his cock on her face as she almost recoiled in fear and disgust. "Come on, get those pretty lips open. Give your new favorite toy a kiss," he grinned as she snarled up at him, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue along his shaft. He sighed as she sneered.
"...I'm going to KILL her." She spat on his cock as he slapped it 'playfully' on her face.
"Who?" he asked, pushing her lips onto his balls, which were the size of fucking granny apples.
"My BOSS." She pulled her lips from his sack and spat on his cock, stroking him now, angrily, with her hands as he laughed.
"I think you'll be thanking her when we're done. Most girls who ride the stallion thank me." If he wasn't fucking careful, she'd turn him into a gelding. "Now quit stalling, you're a big girl, I know I'm the biggest dick you've ever seen, but you've taken other dicks…" his cock pulsated, "Now you're taking the best." he grabbed his cock, guiding his tip to her lips. "Come on now. Stretch… ah…" he sighed, pushing his cock further and further into her mouth as her lips stretched around it.
"Mmgh1 MMMN!!" glaring up at him with rapidly watering eyes as he slid into her throat.
"Yeah. YEAH… there we go!" pulling her further and further until she spluttered to the base. "Ahh…" he held her down, her hands reaching up and clawing at his thighs. "Ngh… I'll give you this Trophy Girl you've taken to my dick faster than most…"
"MmMgh!" she glowered up at him, slapping and rubbing his legs. Trying to push off.
"Little longer. Come on. Show some appreciation for it…" he moaned, pulling her up his shaft slowly, before sliding her back down. "Ugh…. Mmn! Don't worry," he said, sheathing his cock in and out. "I don't have a hair-trigger like some cuck rivals we know…"
She literally had no idea who he was talking about… and she was gagging on a dick, so she had OTHER things to focus on at the moment!
"MMGH! Mmgh! MMGH!" Her nose bounced against his blonde colored pubic hairs as he sighed, his blue eyes rolling happily as he grinned, his gold tooth glittering.
"Ah… fuck but you really make me want to…" he laughed, resting one hand on his hip and the other on the back of her golden-haired head, gripping tightly, he bobbed her face on his cock faster and faster, stretching her red lips on his pulsating girth. "Ugh… look at me… MMN…" Her eyes glared up at him, and he hissed eagerly as his cock bulged against the linings of her throat. "...Nothing prettier than a woman with a proper dick in her mouth."
"Mmmgrh…" she growled in response, before he pulled her slowly off his cock and his cock leaped free from her lips with a wet squelch and pop of her lips, "Bwah… hah… haah…" sucking in air, she grabbed his cock with one hand and whipped her lips with the back of the other. "Fuck." she snarled, but his hands grabbed her under her arms and easily lifted her off the floor. "Fuck!" he turned her around, throwing her onto the couch, tits first. "Ngh!" she glowered over her shoulder at him as he adjusted her body himself, raising her knees onto it, pushing her upper body onto the back so her tits hung over behind it.
"Fuck me, that's a pretty pussy." he rubbed at her crotch with his other hand, her fishnet legs shivered, and her ass wobbled as he rubbed and scrubbed her insides with his fingers. "Pretty pussies like this need a proper dick. He mounted the couch, smacking his fleshy rod on her ass as he guided it to her pussy, poking and sliding it into her.
"FU-UCK!!" she screamed, "AaahGH!!" he pushed in, but quickly pulled out, repeating his thrusts, sliding deeper and deeper each time, pulling away as he grabbed her blonde hair. "FU-UUUUCK!!" she hissed, as he buried it deeper, and deeper…
"UUGH!! YEAH!" he cheered triumphantly, as she bit her bottom lip, shaking as he pushed his entire cock into her to his heavy balls. "Let it out, Trophy Girl, you'll get used to it."
"AH! AAH! ARRRGH!!" Black Canary howled as he steadily pulled away, and slammed in, over and over, riding her and yanking her hair back. "Fuck! AH! AH! FUCK-ER!!"
"Oh yeah! Oh YEAH! Louder! LOUDER GIRL! SING!!" he rammed away at her body, easily sliding in and out of her quivering pussy as he double-fisted her long blonde hair, yanking her head back and riding her faster and faster. "Sing for me! Sing how much you love my dick!"
"Ah! AAARGH! FUCK!!" she screamed, her ass cheeks rippling as her tits bounced off the back of the couch as he bucked her back and forth on it. "AAH!!" gasping as her body writhed in mostly pain, but also pleasure, shaking in orgasm as he laughed mirthlessly. He let go of her hair and grabbed her shoulders. Pinning her down as she groaned, "Ugh Ugh! Haaah…" shaking as he kept throwing his hips at her.
"That's GOOD pussy. Mmn! Good Pussy!!" he snarled, pinning her to the couch but stroking his entire cock with her insides. "MMN! That's it! Nice and tight! Nice and tight! Come on, get me off!"
"UCK! YOUU!" she hissed through clenched teeth, "Aah! AH! AH!!"
"No Trophy Girl, that's what you're for!" he growled in her ear, wrapping his arms around her, pounding her harder and deeper with an iron grip. "That's what YOU ARE FOR!"
"MMGH! UUGH!!" his arms wrapped around her mouth, yanking her up from the couch, her big tits swinging up and down as he roared his release.
"Take it! Take all my cum! Gonna fill my Trophy UP!! YEAH! FUCK YEAH!!"
"MMMMGH!!!" she howled, shaking as he pounded her gooey pussy, pumping in a hot load. Slamming balls deep and filling her up as his sack quivered against her trembling body, she shivered and climaxed as he rolled her on top of him, flopping onto the couch, he kept pumping his hips.
"You're not done, girl. We're going to addict you to BWC soon enough," he growled excitedly. He covered her mouth with one hand, wrapping his other arm around her waist before slamming up into her pussy again, swinging his hips up into her over and over, clapping loudly against her ass cheeks as her body jiggled and wiggled, her big breasts bouncing about on her chest as she shrieked into his hand. Clawing at his arms, the couch, anything she could grab onto. Her toes scraped against the fabric of the couch.
"Yeah! Yeah! YEAH. Nobody's fucked you like this before, huh!? Nobody's given you a proper dicking! This is the first real dick you've had in a long time! Take it! Take it! You love it!"
"MMGH! MMMNGH!!"
"Ugh! UGH! FUCK YEAH!! I LOVE THIS TINY PUSSY!! UUUGH!!" he slammed her down, feeling her shaking in pleasure on his cock. "Yeah… that's it. Cum your pretty brains out. I'm going to turn you into my favorite fuck toy," he growled in her ear as she moaned, eyes rolling and her mouth still muffled.
"Mmmn...MGH!"
"You're never going to want to fuck Richard again after this!" he growled in her ear, bucking his hips against her body. "You're going to be addicted to my cock! I'm going to turn you into a cheerleader so I can fuck you every day at every fucking game!"
"MMMGH!!!" Black Canary squealed, her back arching as she squealed on his constantly slapping hips. He snarled, burying his cock into her again and roaring another climax, dumping another hot load into her body as she whimpered.
"OH! OH yeah…" he licked her face, "Ah… Mmn…" kissing her shoulder, "You were made for my DICK. Glad I stole your whore pussy from that loser asshole."
Black Canary moaned in his hand as he relaxed his grip on her body, pinning her down on his cock as he reached up and fondled her tits. "Haah… Ah…" she sighed, then with an irate tone, said-
"Who the fuck are you TAKING about? Because I think you have fucking issues," she groaned tiredly.
"The only 'issue' I have is that loser thinks he can have this fine white pussy whenever he wants. When I'm the one who should get all the trophy bitches…"
After a second to process this, she bluntly grumbled. "Okay…" Black Canary sat up, shivering slightly, she slipped off the couch and his cock with a wet squelch, cum oozed down her thigh as she went to his wet bar, grabbed the open whiskey bottle and uncorked it with her teeth. "Seriously fucker. I don't know who the fuck you're talking about."
"I'm talking about Richard--" he stared at her. "...Do you not know who I am?"
"I don't even know who you're talking about!" she replied indignantly, as she had many times that night. "Who the FUCK is Richard Warner?!" she snapped, "Because if I'm getting hardcore hate FUCKED I want to know the god damn reason for it!"
"Don't you watch football?"
"Do I look or SOUND like a girl who watches football?" she replied irately as he stared at her indignantly, as if the very idea of someone not watching football was foreign to him. Which is funny because if an American asks someone if they watch football, if they were foreign, then everyone would be confused.
"Yeah. You look like a cheerleader," he said, his cock twitching as he eyed her up and down. "...A short one, sure, but a cheerleader. You take a real ball player's dick like one."
"Fuck you." She replied as he got off the couch and turned the TV on. He fiddled with the remote briefly before a familiar jingle appeared on TV. "Welcome to the Annual Gotham Bowl! Tonight, our home-grown Gotham Knights once again face off against the Smallville Chieftains! Will Richard Warner finally beat his rival Clifford Oregon Jr? Or will Oregon Jr. beat him once again for a Three-peat? Find out soon as-" He paused the video, before pointing to his own handsome face. As if to point out the obvious.
"Tada. Spoilers. I won a three-peat, so Gotham lost again, surprise, surprise," he said sarcastically, laughing confidently as if the result was always obvious. "It wasn't even a challenge this time."
"Okay, well, what does that have to do with me? I don't know a Richard Warner!" he stared at her, then pressed play again, but muted it, showing a man in a football uniform and Gotham colors, a handsome black man was talking into a microphone, clearly being interviewed. And Cliff pointed to the guy she had a vague familiarity with…
"Ringing any bells?" he noted smugly. "My right-hand man, Mr. Toad, says this gimp orders you regularly." Black Canary frowned, trying to remember the guy… but to be honest? She's fucked a LOT of black guys. Handsome fellas, big dick fellas, jerks, and sweethearts, fatso's and beanstalks… She's VERY popular with that demographic, and they tend to all blend together, even the regulars.
"Okay, well, I don't remember him."
"You won't when I'm done," he said, but she ignored him and continued.
"Admittedly, they're not usually telling me their names," she said as he began squeezing her tits. She frowned at him. "Usually they just tell me to suck it," she added as he possessively squeezed her chest. "Hah!..."
"Well, I remember him because he's such a bitch. And you know what I like doing more than fucking cheerleaders and winning trophies? It's destroying my 'alleged' rivals, emotionally and mentally. You might not remember that beta-dick, and I don't blame you; he's got the charisma of a bucket of piss. But he likes you, Mr.Toad is never wrong," he squeezed Black Canary's tits. "So. I'm going to make you remember ME, by fucking you so good you can't remember anyone else doing better, ruin you for other men, get you hooked on my dick like it's cocaine…" his cock throbbed against her thigh. "And I get to celebrate my victory by tame-fucking a busty blonde into my plaything. Everyone wins." he fondled and rubbed at her huge tits, his fingers sinking into her chest as his cock rubbed up against her, pinning her to the wet bar as he licked and sucked on her neck. "...Hope you're ready to be ruined." he pulled his hand from her tit and rubbed her sore pussy as she groaned. "I'm liking the idea of keeping you as my Gotham bitch. What do you think, Mmn? Nice apartment, good pay… and all you got to do is be my exclusive cock plug when I'm in Gotham…
Black Canary, between seductive swivels of her hips, sneered quickly before snarling. "...You are such an asshole-AH!" she gasped as he pulled her from the bar, the bottle of whiskey slipped from her grip as he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her firmly away. "MGH!!" he shoved his tongue back into her mouth, dragging her away and down a set of stairs she didn't notice earlier. "Mn-hngh-fucker…" she snarled as he carried her down the stairs. It was easy because she was a short stack, "UGH!" he suddenly slammed her against a cabin door. "Ah! Asshole! NNGH!" Her ass slammed against the door as he pinned her to it, hands squeezing her tits. "UGH!!" his cock rubbed against her, grabbing her legs, wrapping them around his waist.
They dangled over his legs as he ground his massive cock against her body, almost poking the underside of her big tits as they bulged against his hands, then his chest as he grabbed her hips, lifting her up as he rolled his hips. "M-MGH-THER FUCKER!!" she snarled as he began knocking her against the door. "FUCK! YOU! SUPERBABES!!"
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"What?" he buried his cock into her body,
"Fuuuck off!" she hissed at him, but he just grinned and moved his hand to the doorknob and twisted, pushing it open with her body. He walked her into the luxurious cabin but didn't bother shutting the door behind him as he body slammed her onto the bed. "MGH! AGH! AH! FUCK! AARGH!! BIG! DICK! ASSHOLE!! AH! AAGH!!" screaming as his massive cock plowed into her body.
"Mgh! UGH! YEAH!" he slammed into her, fucking her up the bed.
"Ahh! AHAGGH!!" her eyes bulging as he nailed her to the bed. "Haah! AAGH! FUCK!!" She slapped his muscular shoulders, but he just kept slamming into her. "MMGH!! NNGH! AAAGH!!" Her back arching, standing on her head as she grabbed the bedding, her legs stretching and jerking in the air. "FUCK!!!"
"MMGH! MUGH!" growling as he slammed her, her huge tits bulging against his powerful chest. "Come on, baby-"
"NNGH!!"
"Got to get you fitted for a properly sized cock! That limp dick cuck can't fuck you like I can."
"GAAAWD DAMN IT!!" hissing through her teeth, "OH GOD!!" hissing, "OH FUCKING GOD!!" She reflexively slapped her hands on his shoulders until he grabbed her wrists and slammed them down onto the bed. "FUCK!!"
"Take your dicking baby. You like it. You'll learn to love it. All my other Trophies do."
"FUCK!"
"MMGH! See?! Feel that fucking pussy squeezing down on me!"
"AAARGH!! FUCK!!" shrieking her orgasm and anger so high-pitched it could crack glass. "UGH! FUCK!! ARAGH!!" the echoing of his hips filling the cabin. "AARHG!! NGH!!" She shivered wildly, eyes rolling up into her head as she went limp. "Uaccch!" gargling as he buried his cock into her body.
"FUCK!!" he roared, "God! Almighty! OOOOH!!" his huge balls slammed against her body, sealing his cock into her as he dumped in his load. "Fuck yeah, feel all that dick," he laughed, pumping deep inside her as he lay on top of her. "Feel that pussy quivering…"
"NNGH!" Her body was going through uncontrollable spasms under him. "F-F-UUCK…" she hissed, twitching as he pinned her arms to the bed. "G-going…" hissing through her teeth. "To bite… your balls off."
"...Your pretty mouth ain't anywhere near my balls. And it won't be for a while yet, I'm really liking stretching out this pussy." he let go of her wrists to grab at her chest. "Haah." He rolled his hips and slipped out of her.
"Mmgh!!" She shivered again, toes curling as she lay splayed out on the bed.
"Got to piss. Be right back…" pointing playfully at her. "Don't go anywhere."
He pulled out of her and waddled into the water closet off to the side. Black Canary stared at the ceiling for a moment before slowly sitting up, "Fuuuuck…" gasping heavily, she clambered off the bed and towards the still open door, she reached out, grabbing the edges of the doorway and leaning over, trying to stay standing. Her lower lips gasping and gushing his cum as she gripped the doorway, trying to pull herself out. "I need a fucking drink-FUCK!"
"Where are you going, Trophy girl? I'm not done with you yet." he grabbed her hips, pulling them up so she stood on her tiptoes before sliding his cock into her ass.
"Go-OD! FUCKING! DAMN IT!!" she screamed as he began jack-hammering into her ass, hard and faster, "Aagh! Ah!"
"Did you know that the ass has more stretching potential than your average pussy?"
"Aaah!! AAHGH!!" Black Canary squealed as he jammed her into her.
"Ahaah! Aah!" panting like a bitch in heat, her body jerking and shaking as he kept his cock inside her. Smacking her ass with both hands before reaching up to grab her shoulders. "FUCK!!"
"You'll like it soon enough, promise!" he said, pounding her ass harder, his cock sliding in and out of her obviously gaping hole at this point as she clenched her teeth and screamed through them as he pulled on her shoulders, her tits wildly bouncing back and forth. "If not, it's going to REALLY suck!"
"FUCK!!" Black Canary screamed an orgasm, her voice undulating as he kept pounding away at her ass. "Aah! AAGH!!"
"SEE?!"
"FUCK!" Black Canary screamed as she was yanked back into the room, losing her grip on the door. He flopped back onto the bed. "ARGH! FUCKING!" he grabbed her hair, yanked her head back and rode her hard, thrusting up into her body as her breasts swung up and down, clapping fiercely together. "Aagh! AAH!!"
"Oh-oh-HOO FUCK yeah!" feeling her clamping down on his shaft, "NNGH!!"
"AH-AAH…" gasping as he held her down on his cock and filled her ass with another load. "Aah! Ah…" he sat up, cupping her big tits from behind, SQUEEZING her chest and growling.
"I'm not pulling out of you anymore tonight," he growled before rolling her over, face down, ass up. Pressing her down and making her squeal as he rammed hard into her ass over and over. "I can't get enough of you! You're made for my dick!"
"Haah! AH! AAAH!!!" Black Canary screamed, her body shaking as he pinned her down and stretched her out. "Aaggh!!" clawing the bed as he grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back, stamping a foot onto the bed, and making her brain explode as he devastated her ass. "AAGGH-!!!!"
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"-FUCK!!!" Black Canary screamed herself back into wakefulness. Her blue eyes widened, and almost immediately, she was hit with a powerful shock through her body. "MMGH!" shaking like a leaf, she didn't move for what felt like another five or maybe six minutes. Finally, she pushed herself up. "...God damn it, did he shove a baseball bat in me?!" she hissed angrily through her teeth, face down on the bed, he must have just kept fucking her all night… certainly felt like it… Wait, what was that?
Her hand brushed something beside her, and looking down, it was a not attached to a skimpy black bikini. 'Put it on. Come outside.'.
"UUGH!" fueled by rage, she jumped off the bed and bounced off into the bathroom. Slipping into the shower, she rinsed off and various holes out as best she could. Before quickly drying off... walked back out and looked around for her clothes… before remembering he had undressed her upstairs, but then realizing that she wasn't wearing her fishnets, or her heels. He must have taken them off at some point… but she growled and snatched the black bikini off the bed. "Of course it's a fucking thong," she grumbled, before putting it on…
Oddly, only the bottoms were skimpy; they clung high on her hips, and the back was almost non-existent, practically a g-string. The top was surprisingly form-fitting, and covered quite a bit of her tits tastefully… it showed off plenty of skin, of course, but she could wear it out and about comfortably… how the fuck did he just have her size?
A question she intended to ask him with her hands tightly around his heavy balls, and NOT in a good way. She rapidly combed her hair with her hands and bounced up the steps… mostly unintentionally, the bikini did nothing to stop her big blonde titties from jumping about.
"The Smallville Chieftains lead the Coast City 69ers by a single field goal. Let's see if they can increase their lead after the break…" She glanced at the TV as he sat on the couch, pressing fast forward on the remote and speeding through a few minutes of commercials.
"Hey asshole."
"Cliff, Trophy Girl," he replied without looking at her and continuing to watch his obviously recorded game.
"FUCKING asshole," she added as he stood up, naked, and grinned at her big tits in the bikini top. "Where are my clothes, and how long did you FUCK me last night?"
"Yeah, you kinda passed out about halfway through, you were out of breath screaming your pretty titties off." he grabbed her ass and squeezed, then found that he liked her fat tits better and squeezed those too before shoving his tongue into her mouth.
"MMGH!!" he smacked her ass with his ass grabbing hand, pulling his titty-gripping hand to the back of her head, holding her close as he stupidly skilled tongue slapped around her mouth again, his ass grabbing hand becoming a pussy rubbing hand quickly, rubbing her crotch through the bikini as she growled, thinking about biting his tongue off before he pulled away. "Aah." he rubbed his cock against her body, before turning her and pushing her towards the back of the deck. "Come on, Trophy Girl, you're soaking wet already, so a nice dip in the hot tub will do this body good."
"Fuck off!" she growled, but still strutted out with him as he smacked her ass. "Ah!"
"Get in the water. I want you soaking wet," he declared as she growled, but she kept walking as he grabbed his rising dick and stroked it, watching her slowly slipping into the thankfully warm hot tub. Her tits jiggling as her ass submerged into the water, and she got to her knees, sinking her chesty floaters and sinking down even deeper so her entire body was soaked in hot soothing water.
...She did feel a LITTLE better. But she was highly agitated that he told her to do it.
"Bwah!" she gasped, broaching the surface and swinging her golden hair out of her face, running her hands back over it and pushing out her big breasts, the bikini jiggling as she heard a wolf whistle. Turning around and seeing Asshole slapping his meat as he approached, watching water dripping from her body as the shadow of cock loomed over her face ominously. "Fuck." she hissed, nearly forgetting that this Greek sex god was still here…
Why specifically a Greek Sex God? Because Greek Gods are assholes… except maybe Wonder Woman.
He grabbed her blonde hair and yanked her up a step, her short-stacked body perfectly level with his cock as he slid it into her mouth. "Mmgh!"
"I let you sleep in this morning, you have no idea how delicious these lips looked and how hard I had to hold back from fucking your face." he pulled her down.
"Mmgh!" pressing her face to the base of his cock before he pulled her back. "GLUCK. GLUCK! SLURP!"
"Ah yeah." Spit and mucus dripped off his cock with each backswing of her pretty face on his shaft, dropping onto her big tits and dissolving in the water. "Nothing quite like a morning blowjob from a hot Trophy Girl.
"Mmgh! Mmgh! MMGh!!" swinging her head up and down before burying his cock into her throat. "MMGh!!" he held her down before bending his knees, thrusting against her face as he tried to scrape out her throat. "Mgh! MMGH!!" slapping his thighs as he then dropped to the desk, his legs in the water as he forced her further down. "Mmn!!"
"MMGH! Ooh fuck that's good…" he let her head go and she swung it away, he grabbed her head, pulling her back to his crotch and slapping her in the face with his meat, soaked and marinated in her throat juices. She spat angrily on it as he sighed.
"Yeah. Spit on it, get and nice and lubed up for me." She hooked his hands under the water, grabbed her tits and lifted them up and around his cock, slapping her cheek with his shaft.
"Fuuuck."
"There's plenty of time for fucking later. Right now I want THESE TITS stroking my dick." Squeezing them tightly together, lifting them up and down as he hissed excitedly, pre-cum oozing from his tip onto her cheek as she glared up at him, reaching up with her hands and caressing his heavy sack as it dipped into the water of the hot tub. "Mmmn…" he sighed as he kept using her tits, up and down, up and down, they splashed into the water as he squeezed them together, rubbing his cock with them and slapping his tip against her face. "Get it in there. My dick's cold," he poked his tip on her lips as she opened them slightly and sucked on his glans.
"Mmn! Mmn…" glowering up at him as his massive cock pierced her tits and lips.
"Ah yeah…got to use these tits for what they're for…" bouncing them up and down, head rolling back on his neck as he pushed into her mouth and under her chest. "You're going to wake me up with these fucking things," he growled, "Every day." Standing up, he arched her back, furiously thrusting into her mouth and tits. "Here it cums! Here's your hard work rewarded!"
"BLUGH!? AAH!!" she gasped as he unloaded a hot wad right in her mouth, making it burst out of her cheeks and nose she recoiled but he didn't stop cumming, holding her tits around his cock he threw rope after rope of his cum onto her pretty face. "mugur-fugger!" she tried to call him a mother fucker, but it came out garbled and hissed out his massive load into her cleavage as he finally finished busting a huge nut on her body and dropped her into the hot tub. "BLUGH!!"
Cliff sighed, grabbing his cock as she soaked under the water, "...Man, if hot tubs could get knocked up, I'd have kids in every state…" he laughed as she broached the surface again, wiping water and leftover jizz out of her eyes.
"ASSHOLE!!" she snapped as he got into the water, grabbed her arm and turned her around, "Ah!" throwing her upper body onto the deck and smacking her ass, "GGGHAaawd DAMN IT…" hissing as he slammed his cock directly into her asshole, the g-string thong of her bikini providing no protection as her tights bulged against the polished outside of the hot tub. "Mgh! Ngh! Ah! FUCK!! AH!!" he grabbed her hair and kept cramming his cock up into her very loosened ass.
Still nice and tight for him though, her toes curling under the water as she howled and screamed her pleasure, it echoed out over the ocean as Cliff continued his assault on her ass. "Cum! Cum for me, Trophy Girl, I know you want to!" he rammed into her quivering ass, "Those aren't painal screams anymore! Those are the screams of a bitch fitted perfectly to my dick!"
"FU-UUU-UUCK Yooooooou…"
"That's what you're for. For fucking ME… NOW! CUM!!" Slamming deep into her ass twite and yanking back on her silky wet hair, she shrieked her orgasm. "YEAH… Trophy Girl doesn't seem right anymore since you cum when called, PET."
"Fuuuck-oofff…" she moaned, still shaking as he dropped onto her body, "Mmgh!" squeezing his arms around her as he hissed playfully in her ear.
"Don't worry, you're my favorite. You're going to love being my personal cock sleeve… my kept Gotham slut… I'll get you a nice apartment-"
"MMGH!" shaking as he started pumping again.
"Ah! Good! Salary!"
"MMMGH!!" Ramming away at her, he squeezed tightly.
"Waited on hand and foot! All you've got to do is take my dick whenever I'm in Gotham! That's a GOOD fucking deal!"
"MMMGH!!" she squealed, going limp under him, her tits rubbing on the deck through her bikini as his cock kept rubbing up into her ass.
"Gonna cum in you baby!" he growled, speeding up, "Here it comes. Here it comes!"
"MMGH! MMGH!!" pounding against the deck, his cock and balls slamming into her over and over, wetly clapping across the ocean.
"Take this DICK!!" he buried his cock into her.
"MMMMGH!!" filling up her ass again, he yanked her upright, "MMGh!!" she shivered and jiggled as he squeezed at her tits with one hand and kept his hand over her mouth.
"Ooh… Good girl, that's a good fucking GIRL…" he slapped her tits, sliding his hand down into her bikini and rubbing her crotch. "Mmmn. I'm loving these fucking holes." he pulled his hand from her mouth and shoved his fingers into her upper and lower lips.
"Mmgnn…" she shivered as he carried her tiny body out of the hot tub, rubbing and clawing away at her body as her short legs dangled in the air, toes clawing a this legs as he carried her to the lounge chair and yanked her off his cock with a wet slurp, throwing her onto her bac, as she gasped, twitching in pleasure as he loomed over her again.
"I need that pussy." he spread her legs, yanking the cloth aside and pushing his tip against, and that pussy needs filling.
"Aagh! AH!" Her back arched as she bounced on the lounge chair. Cliff slammed balls deep into her and lay on top of her. Soaking his cock in her hole as he grabbed her tits, rolling his hips back and pounding into her. "Mgh! Ah! Ah!"
"Oooh YEAH… I love how this hole clings to my cock don't you?!"
"Aagh! Ah!"
"Yeah, you do," he laughed as she screamed. "Yeah, you do, you LOVE it."
"FUCK OFF-OOFFF!!" she screamed, shaking with the chair as he slammed her into it.
"No," he said bluntly, swinging his hips against her. "Take. THIS! DICK!!" he growled, slamming into her shrieking body as he grabbed at her tits, squeezing and fondling them as she shivered uncontrollably. "Quit LYING to yourself. You're already my bitch."
She shivered in orgasm, eyes rolling as he felt her pussy clinging tightly to him. She slowly raised a hand, it was shivering and shaking as she rested it on his face…. Before pulling it away and abruptly slapping him. Cliff chuckled, licking his lips, then grabbed her ankles before folding her tiny body in half, and slamming into her body as she shrieked.
"Ahhh! Ah! AHH FUCK-ER!!" she screamed as he glued his hips to her body, pinning her firmly in place as he fucked the adorably blonde ball right in the pussy, swinging his balls on her ass as he drove down into her again and again.
"These are my holes now! You won't fuck anyone else now without thinking of my dick! You're my Trophy! My Property! My victory!"
"Aahgh!Aaha!!" worming helplessly beneath him as he bounced away on top of her, driving his cock into her body over and over as she screamed her orgasm.
"We're not fucking done!!" he declared, ramming harder into her quivering mess as the lounge chair creaked and fell apart, but he apparently didn't notice. "Not FUCKING DONE! You fucking SLUT!!"
He buried his cock into her, and cum exploded from her pussy and oozed out of her ass as she shrieked her orgasm, her eyes rolling up into her head and gasping as she went limp.
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"Mmn-Aah!!" she gasped awake, sitting upright and gasping for breath as she looked around. "...The Shit?!" she gasped. "Oh my fucking head-OH my fucking HOLES!!" she shrieked and dropped back down onto the bed. "Oh FUCK me…" she snarled, "Fuuuuck."
She was sore, she was stiff, she was sticky, and she was LEAKING. "...God damn it-what?" Her bikini, or the bikini she had been given, lay torn like a banner defeated in battle on the floor, beside her, however, was something entirely new. But the same message as last time.
'Put it on. See you soon'
"Uuuuuuuuugggghhhhhaaaarggggh!!"
...It was a grossly undignified and very unladylike noise. She got off the bed and back into the bathroom, washed and rubbed down her sore, sticky body before walking out and grabbing the fucking dress he laid out for her, because he just fucking HAD this.
It wasn't so much a dress, but a curtain that had strategic holes and slits cut, which were stupid; it was practically see-through anyway, so what was the point? Still, she put it on, the red cloth draped loosely on her body, showing off her legs, cleavage, most of her ass as it hung between the front and back of her legs… and a small matching choker around her neck.
"Fucking ASSHOLE," she snarled, then stomped out of the cabin, back up the stairs, and screamed. "ASSHOLE!!" but he oddly wasn't upstairs in the lounge, he wasn't outside, but there was QUITE a mess. "God damn it," she snapped, then marched back over to the wet bar and grabbed a very full whiskey bottle before going back downstairs and looking for him. "ASS! HOLE!" she shouted. She saw another door and stomped towards it, kicking it open to find him, still naked, in the kitchen, casually eating what appeared to NOT be Superbabes… It looked like Frozen Gravestone Pizza and a liter of Diet Pep.
"Mmn… you look real good in that," he said with a mouthful, eating about half the frozen pizza. "Pizza?" he asked, pointing to it as she gestured to her new dress.
"Where the fuck are my clothes?" she said, "I look like some sort of harem slave girl!" Arwa would probably agree.
"You haven't eaten anything but my cum for several hours, have some pizza," he said. "Gravestone is my favorite." Black Canary glowered at him, but snatched a couple of slices, folded them over, and rapidly chomped them down like she was imagining ripping his balls off with her teeth. Her stomach was grateful, but she was not. "Clothes, fucker."
"You're wearing a real nice one. That was made by Coco Klein." Black Canary looked down at her dress and scoffed, No, it wasn't. HER clothes were made by Coco Klein, and all the Superbabes' uniforms were. Whatever this was, it wasn't her. "And it looks good on you. Now come over her let my feel that body up." she glowered at him as he stood up, and grabbed her ass, pulling her towards him again as she continued to glower as his hand rubbed her ass cheeks, sliding under her dress, fingering her ass as she growled, "Mmn…" his other hand sliding into her dress, rubbing at her tits as she sneered at him, flipping the whiskey bottle in her hand, gripping it by the neck and debated swinging it at his head… only to come to a decision.
She shoved him away, and he flopped onto the chair as she flipped the bottle in her hand again, holding it tightly, she pulled it up, bit the cork, and yanked it from the bottle. She spat it away, before looking him dead in the eyes, pressing the bottle to her lips and tilting her head back.
Cliff watched as the amber colored liquid steadily flowed down directly into her throat, like she didn't even swallow it. Just poured it down directly into her stomach to the very last drops. "Haah…" she sighed, glaring at him before tossing the bottle away. It clattered on the kitchen floor, and her face was almost as red as her dress. "...I'm going to fuck you until your balls hurt," she declared as Cliff laughed.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She spread his legs and knelt down, opening her mouth and running her tongue on his shaft.
"I don't know where this is fucking coming from, but I know where it's going. Ugh…" he groaned, leaning back on the chair as her head dove up and down into his crotch, taking him so deep into her throat he could've sworn he felt the whiskey burning on his dick. "Guh… Oh…" he grabbed her head as she swung it up and down, faster and faster as he buried her face into his crotch, sitting on her knees, rubbing his legs, then his balls.
"Mmgn. SLURP! Mmn…"
"Damn, I should've let you drink that whiskey earlier!" he groaned, holding her head as he moved faster and faster. "Fuck yeah," he lay back and let her suck, his hand twisting into her golden locks. "Ugh… UGH!" he crammed his cock into her throat, slamming her deep on his shaft as he slurped loudly. "Ugh. Fuck yeah! MGH!" but even as he tried to hold her down her head kept moving, bobbing faster and faster as she pulled her lips to his tip, tilting her head back, grabbing onto his cock and milking him rapidly, "Ugh! Oh! Yeah…" he sighed eagerly, his girth pulsating in her mouth as he let it out. "Ugh!"
"Mmmn. Mm-hmmn." stroking and slurping on his meat, sucking down his cum as he groaned and she popped off his shaft "Ahhhguurg…" gargling a thick load before she sealed her mouth shut and swallowed. "Aaah…" smacking her lips, she stood up, and turned around, lifting the back of the dress and swaying her ass to him. "Fuck this ASS," she snarled over her shoulder at him, his cock twitched as he stood up and shoved her over the table. "Mgmh! AAGH…" she growled as he slid his cock up into her ass, grabbing her hair with one hand, he swung the other at her ass cheek. Her tits bulged on the table as he rhythmically slapped into her. "Yeah. I. Fucking. LIKE. THAT. Fuck that ASS. FUCK IT. FUCK IT."
"I don't need your permission, it's my ass! I'll fuck it however I want!" he growled excitedly, railing away at her body, yanking hard on her hair.
"Fuck that ASS!" she hissed with her hips bucking back on him. "FUCK IT! Ugh!!" he yanked back on her head, pulling her slightly off the table as her breasts bounced and jiggled on it with his pounding hips. "Fuuuck! Mmn-hmmn! MMN!!" biting her bottom lip as he rammed her over the table. "Aah-Harder!"
"Harder!" he smacked her ass, laughing as she howled. "Fucking whore!"
"Mmn! Ah! YEAH! Fuck my ass! Harder! Smack it! Fuck it!"
"You're a needy whore!"
"I'm a needed fucking whore! HARDER!! UUGh!!" he yanked her up from the table, yanking her by the hair as she arched her back, hanging by her hair her tits jumped and bounced out of her dress as he kept thrusting into her from behind, pushing her forward now she wobbled. "Ugh! UGH FUCK YEAH…! YES! FUCK!!" She grabbed at her bouncing tits, squeezing them in her hands as he buried his cock up into her ass. Sticking her like a cock puppet. "Mmn-hmmn!" She wiggled her hips back against him, bouncing her ass on his body as he let go of her hair and reached around, hooking her crotch with his fingers. "Nngh, you like that!?" she snarled, "Like being in my fucking ass?!" she hissed, leaning against him as he lifted her and carried her out of the kitchen, back to the room. "Mmmn!!" shaking, he lifted her up and down on his cock, bucking into her ass as he dropped back onto the bed, "Ugh! AH! Ah! FUCK!"
Clenching her teeth, he bucked up into her. "Ugh!!" grinding on his body, his hips clapping against her ass. "Fuck me with this big ass DICK," she grunted as he rammed his huge cock up into her over and over.
"Your ass has been fitted to my dick, but I like that tight fucking pussy…" he growled, hooking her legs on one arm, rubbing her pussy with the other as he kept thrusting up into her tiny body.
"Mmn! Mmn! Fuuuck," she moaned, her big breasts flopping up and down on her chest, swinging out of the dress as he kept bucking into her ass. "Harder!" she whined as he moved faster, slamming rapidly into her ass over and over. "Harder! Hard! ER!!" she screamed in pleasure as he rammed up into her ass, burying his cock into her body and dumping in another hot load. "YEAH…" Hissing, she squeezed her tits, then he squeezed her tits. "Mmn!!" She slammed her feet down, leaning back, and she pushed herself up and down on him. "I want it harder! Fuck me HARDER!" she growled, whining as she swung her hips over and over onto his cock, her ass swallowing his meaty dick as her tits bounced about on her chest. "Fuck me more!"
"Fucking SLUT!" Cliff grabbed her tits, thrusting up into her before throwing her forward off the bed, grabbing her hair again, riding her harder, and pushing her against the wall.
"Oh!! NGH!" thumping against the wall, her tits swinging at it like massive door knockers. "Fuck that ASS!"
"I'm going to fuck every hole!" he growled, ripping out of her ass, slamming his fingers into it. "NNGh!!" he slid his cock into her pussy, thrusting and slamming away.
"Aaagh! Ahg!" Black Canary howled her tongue lolling on the wall as he yanked her hair, "Nngh!! Fuck my pussy Uuuuup." she whined. "Fuck my pussy Uuuuup!" she whined as he rammed so hard into her she almost bashed through the wall. "Ooh! Oooooh!!!" She shivered wildly, eyes rolling in her head as he kept pounding her body. "Fuck it uuuup!! Ooooh!" She visibly vibrated in orgasm. "Mmn! Mmn!!" she growled as he smacked her ass.
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!"
"Do it PUSSY…" she licked her lips, rolling her ass on him as his cock shivered. "NO BALLS." he yanked her hair hard, throwing her back onto the bed. "YEAH! Give it to me! Give me that fucking DICK!!" she growled as he body slammed her, diving onto the bed, slamming wildly into her pussy. "Fuck it! FUCK IT HARDER! UUGH!!" he slammed hard into her body, roaring like an animal as he buried his cock into her and dumped a hot load. "Do it FUCKING again!"
"Aagh!" She was slammed against the shower wall once again, water hosing her face and body as he tore the dress off her. "YEAH! Give it to me!" he lifted her off the floor and slammed into her. "Give it! TO me! FUCK!! UNGH!!" ramming her up against the wall, jackhammering her. "Ngh! Uggh! Ahah! Ahhh! Fuck! Give it to me!!" Hooking her legs around him, rolling her hips towards him. "HARDER." Her eyes rolled, "Haaah!!" he buried his cock into her body. "Fuck fill it UP!!" growling and shaking in orgasm. "Do it FUCKING again!"
"Fuck! Me! Fuck! Me! Fuck! ME!!" she chanted, eyes wide and mouth stretched in a smile as she lay back on the couch, holding her legs open as he grabbed the back, slamming hard, fast, and deep into her. "Fuck Me-E-E-E!!" she writhed, shaking in orgasm as he jammed his cock into her body, grabbing her neck and squeezing as she writhed wildly under him and climaxed. "Aaagh!!" he ripped out of her pussy, shooting a thick load across her wobbling tits and face. "Aaah…" tongue lolling out, "Do it FUCKING again!"
"Mmgh! Mmgh! Mmgh!" on her knees by the wet bar, he held her hair in a tight fist, throwing her cock sucking lips up and down his cock as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and drank, thrusting his hips into her throat as he suddenly yanked her off. "Aaah!" cum blasting across her face as he had her chase it with a shot of whiskey poured directly into her throat. "Mmgh!" She swallowed both, "Do it FUCKING again!"
"Fuck them! Fuck my fat TITS!" she shouted at him. They hadn't moved anywhere, so she pushed them together with her forearms. "Fuck my fat fucking titties with this big fucking cock!" She stuck out her tongue, swirling it around the tip, "Aah… mwah!" sucking it with a wet pop before taking a sudden facial. "Ah… do it FUCKING AGAIN!"
"Ugh! Fuck! ME! OH YEAH!!" ramming into her from behind and leaving a thick imprint of cum on the door with her body as he rammed away at her, "Ah! Ah! Aaah! SO FUCKING GOOD! OH! FUCK!!" he pushed her against the glass, ripping his cock out of her ass before shooting it across her back. "Mmgh! Doitfuckingagain!"
"MMGh! Mgh! Mmgh!!" growling hungrily, kneeling in the water of the hot tub her face barely above the surface as he rammed away at her face, burying his cock over and over relentlessly into her before ripping out, she gasped as he soaked it over her face, shooting his cum onto her before yanking her under the water, and pulling her back up. "Bwah…" tongue lolling "Do it-"
"Aagh! Aggh! Aaaaah!!" screaming as he held her hair, face down, ass up, pounding into her thick gaping asshole over and over on the deck, he buried his cock into her, dropped half his load before ripping it out of her ass and spraying the rest on it, she wobbled her cheeks as his sticky ropes splattered between them "-fucking-"
"NNGh! Gngh! Aaah!!" Her huge tits bounced on her chest as he held her waist in the air, standing off the bed and driving into her over and over as she grabbed tightly onto his wrists. "Nngh! Aaah!!" arching her back, she stood on her head, shrieking her orgasm as he slammed into her guts, feeling his cum gushing out of her before he ripped it free from her body, slapping it onto her crotch and shooting it across her body, sticking to her breasts. "-AGAIN!!"
Slamming her hits down onto him, over and over, her hands on his chest and her head thrown back, screaming her climax. "Again!" He held her in the air, rocking her back and forth hard on his cock, her legs dangling and swinging in the air as she squealed, her legs tightening up. "AGAIN!!" Pinning her down in the hot tub, fucking her ass furiously as she squealed. "Gaaggrlgh!" which was water for 'again!' her head thrown back rocking back and forth as he threw his hips up into her, swinging his balls against her sticky body as he held her arms behind her back. "A-gaaaaaain…." slurring her words. Flopping behind the wet bar, grabbing the last bottle of whiskey on the way down and tilting it back, "Gaaggrlgh!" she screamed, spilling it everywhere as he drove his cock into her with a devastating mating press. She dumped the rest into his mouth before throwing him onto his back, swinging her head upright and gasping. "AGAIN!!!" as she rode him harder and harder…
Time 8:23 PM. Remaining Time: 37 minutes…
Black Canary's toes curled, but at least she didn't wake up screaming her lungs out. She slapped the bed, and pushed… dried cum soaked every inch of her body, gluing her to the bed as she pilled herself off… pushing herself unsteadily to her feet, she rubbed her head, shivering softly… and said… nothing. She walked like a rusty robot to the shower, swinging her legs up and down as she stepped inside and turned it on. Utterly silent as she soaked herself down, staring blankly ahead. Her ass, her pussy, her cheeks, all four of them, her tits, her thighs, her throat… everything was sore…
She stepped out of the shower. Raising her hands slowly to her hair, she squeezed out the water. Then stiffly pulled her hands away, breathing through her nose deeply… and accidentally snorting some dry cum. She shivered, but still said nothing as she wiggled out of the bedroom… and towards the kitchen, hoping to find some ice… but instead she only found a piece of paper and a small old flip phone on top of it. It had a number and a cutely drawn picture of a frog. Not a toad, a frog.
She snatched both and texted Mr. Toad. A simple, threatening message. Tossing the phone dismissively to the floor by the empty bottle of whiskey, and stiffly walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She didn't see Cliff anywhere… good. She had half a mind to bash his in with a bottle… but she did find her clothes neatly folded on the… unfortunately sticky couch, she picked them up, put them on. Found her bag and went towards the back of the boat.
She didn't have to wait long; the familiar sight of a speedboat, even in the dark, approached the back of the vessel as she saw it pull up behind the yacht. "Good evening, Miss." Mr. Toad tilted his hat to her. "I was beginning to worry…" She carefully climbed down the ladder and stepped into the body.
"Did you enjoy your-" she grabbed him by the coat, and yanked him towards her face as she looked him in the eyes… and for the first time. Mr. Toad looked VERY nervous.
"DRIVE," she said in a low, hoarse hiss. She abruptly let him go, and he toppled back into his seat. He cleared his throat as she sat calmly in her chair.
"Yes, Ma'am." he cleared his throat, turned the speedboat around, and sped away from the ship. Like she just killed someone, and he was her accomplice… Mr. Toad said nothing as he helped Black Canary into his car, got into the driver's seat, and drove her back to Superbabes. Arriving in the parking lot, he smiled uncertainly at her. "...We have arrived, Miss." She stared out the window with a thousand-yard stare, her breasts rising and falling in her coat, as Mr. Toad seemed concerned, she wasn't leaving the rental. "...Miss?" he paused, "Oh… right. Before you go, how may my employer contact you for-"
"Mr. Toad." Black Canary interrupted. She turned her head slowly to him, her face was blank, and her eyes were calm. But her words had a bit of ominous bite to them. "I like you. I do. You're polite, you're… patient. And you are clearly very good at your job."
"Oh. Well, thank you, Miss," he said.
"And under the right circumstances, I could see myself giving you AMAZING head." Mr. Toad, once again, seemed taken aback, and was sorely tempted to ask when she would… but managed a more reserved.
"...Thank you, Miss?"
"But if your 'employer' ever touches me again… I cannot promise I won't cut his dick off and shove it up his ass. Or crush his balls under my high-heeled boots."
"...Duly noted, miss," he said, a little uncertainly. She nodded and added politely.
"Enjoy your evening, Mr. Toad… and don't take this the wrong way, but I hope I don't see you again anytime soon." She stepped out of the truck and strutted proudly into the back of Superbabes. Mr. Toad drove away without another word.
Orders finished writing down a receipt, "-name and address, please." She then hung up as Black Canary stood in front of her. "Hello Jenny."
"You. BITCH." Jenny's seething rage hissed out between her teeth like she was a dragon about to breathe fire. Orders casually glanced up at her. Ripped off the receipt and put it on the counter for Grace to pick up and walk away with.
"You're late." Orders replied casually as Jenny's hands clawed the counter.
"I'm NOT," she said, checking the clock. "I'm actually 2 minutes early!"
"You would've been." Orders said, calmly. "...Yesterday." Jenny blinked at her.
"...What?"
"You have been LITERALLY fucking an entire day away." Jenny stared, "...I suppose that would happen if you chug down three bottles of whiskey.
"You TRICKED me!" Jenny said, snarling, but Orders glanced at her.
"I said, do a Daily for me. You did. Then you chugged down a bottle of whiskey and let him fuck you for 24 more hours. How is that tricking you?" she replied as she snarled at her.
"Where's. My. CUT," she said, slowly. Orders jerked her thumb into the office.
"In my office. Help yourself," she said, "It took Mr. Toad a great deal of effort to collect the cash… he unfortunately came up short, but he compensated me appropriately for some collateral." She showed off a very elaborate ring with an 'SC' in the center of a lot of jewels. "It is very fetching, I'm going to have to give it back at the end of the week when I get the rest of the payment."
"I am NOT going back to that guy, by the way." Jenny said angrily, stomping behind Orders and shivering slightly, her body betraying her. "He's an ASSHOLE."
"Mmn-hmmn." Orders said as Jenny opened the office door and paused.
"...How many of these are mine?"
"Two." Orders said, as she instinctively leaned forward, a large duffle bag almost smacking her in the head.
"A week off of my choice! No interruptions! No tricks!" she pointed at Orders.
"Of course." Orders said, admiring the Gotham Bowl ring. "I won't call yesterday part of it."
"It shouldn't!"
"Technically, yesterday was all your time. The daily ends on my time, not yours, and not his." Orders said as Jenny snarled at her, heading out the back door. "You're still in costume." Orders said casually as Jenny shrieked in frustration and marched back in, tossing her bags of cash on the floor and heading into the locker room to change.
"Ring looks good on you, boss," noted Sierra, casually as Orders admired it.
"...It's not really my color," she said, the red and white of the ring certainly wasn't the mysterious purple of her eyes.
"So… how's Jenny?"
"She really needs that week off dealing with Clifford Oregon Jr."
"Well, he is a dick." Sierra pouted angrily, "I can't believe he beat the Gotham Knights again!" she snapped angrily, "I was certain we'd do it this time."
"Well, your optimism is very cute." Orders replied lazily
"Orders!" Sierra replied indignantly. "Where's your Gotham spirit?!"
"I have more important things to focus on than a football game…" and noticing the angry pout from Sierra, she sighed, resignedly, eyeing Jenny's awkward walk. "We'll do better next year."
"Because you can see the future?" asked Sierra playfully.
"Well, that and if Cliford Oregon Junior keeps having sex with Jenny like that, he'll eventually throw his back out. Luckily, I had them sign a contract, so we won't be responsible."
"We do contracts?" Sierra replied, surprised as Orders just smiled and picked up her pen, waving to Sierra to get back to work with her fancy new ring hand, and picked up the phone.
"Superbabes. We deliver."
End