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When you grow up with an obsession, determination and millions of dollars at your disposal there is little that can't be yours. When you train your body to the peak of physical fitness and you're as good looking as Bruce Wayne there are few women you can't tempt. But Batman wasn't interested in temptation. He was interested in justice. He was preoccupied with saving his city, Gotham.
But much to Bruce’s chagrin, Batman was human. He was a human heterosexual male that had needs. Needs that his hand alone couldn’t take care of. Especially after a tough, physical battle where his adrenaline was high and his fists were bruised. Batman tried to meditate, train and ignore his libido away. But much like his determination to save Gotham, his sex drive was determined to interfere with his mission.
Yes, he had a reputation as a playboy with a new model on his arm every weekend but that was all it was. A reputation. For those who would play along, a lucrative modeling contract would always follow their vague answers to the tabloids of how Bruce Wayne was in bed. Other women, he would just send them home in a taxi with the excuse of important business coming up and two dozen roses sent to them the next day.
So Bruce Wayne maintained the facade of a flirtatious and frivolous rake who no one would believe is Batman. But Batman didn’t care about reputation, he cared about Gotham. He cared about his mission to right the wrongs of crime lords, corrupt politicians and cops on the take perpetrated against his city. And when he returned to the Batcave after a physical battle, high on adrenaline, uninjured and successful his libido ran high.
He would often be hard before the Batmobile even entered the cave on his return. His member strained against his armored codpiece and his teeth grinding in frustration. He would enter any details on the case he was working into the Batcomputer, restock his equipment and clean his suit. When he took his shower to wash the sweat and grime of fighting crime off his skin he would always take himself in hand. But it didn’t make a difference. He could cum once or twice but he would still have that craving to plunge himself into the hot, wet folds of a willing woman.
Yes, he had the reputation of dogged determination, nothing could distract him from the mission but even Batman had needs. He kept it to himself. Not even Alfred knew. When his desires started to affect his detective skills was when he knew he had to do something.
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You got ready for bed. You brushed your teeth and washed your face. Then you slipped on a satiny negligee that flowed over your curves. The cool fabric sent a chill over your skin. Even though it was fall and the temperature was starting to lower, you only wore slips of silky fabric that were easy to remove in bed. When he came it was always unexpected and you learned that any impediment to reaching your mutual goal was quickly disposed of by him. But that is one of the many things you liked about the deal, the surprise. He could show up at any time as long as it was dark out. He could let himself in and help himself to your body.
He always made sure you orgasmed first. Sometimes he was gentle and sometimes he was rough. You liked it all. You liked it when he pulled your legs apart and dove into your center with the single minded determination to make you cum. You also liked it when you slowly woke up to a stiff cock gently rubbing your wet pussy lips as your breasts were caressed and then the large cock slowly split you in half as it fucked into you. When both of your bodies had been carnally satisfied he would wrap his large, muscled frame around your body and drift off to sleep. You felt safe, serene and wanted. He was always gone in the morning but those feelings would linger all day.
It was the most fulfilling sex you ever had.
You knew who it was. You had met when the Penguin had come to the Gotham Museum of Fine Art to steal all the paintings that had birds in them. You worked in the Restoration department and were cleaning Monet’s Still Life of Plovers and Pheasant when the Penguin burst in demanding the painting. Before you could even hand it over a cloud of smoke burst into the room and you wisely hid under a table.
You coughed as you covered your nose from the smoke then you heard men fighting. When the smoke finally cleared there were three goons and one Penguin handcuffed on the ground.
A gruff voice said,”You can come out now. It’s safe,” as a black gloved hand appeared to help you from under the table.
You grabbed the strong hand and stood up to see the Batman standing there. He looked you over and seeing no injuries turned to the security guards running in. He helped them escort the thieves to the police. You watched it all with quiet contemplation. You noticed his armor was quite thin so all that bulk on his body had to be muscle. So he trained hard. He was tall. He had a classically handsome square jaw and deep voice. It intrigued you but you also knew there was little chance you would ever meet him again.
Except he was there, later that night, slipping in through the sky light.
He asked,”What are you still doing here?”
You didn’t even look up from your work when you said,”The Penguin and his goons caused some damage. I wanted to get a jump start on repairing the paintings so the museum could open again.”
“Are you sure you’re not in shock? Having a gun waved in your face can be a frightening experience,” a gravelly voice tinged with irritation said.
“Hmm, that is true but when you grow up with a family like mine. Having a gun pointed at you is the least that could happen. My therapist says I have a dangerous lack of threat response. I just prefer not to panic.”
Batman eyed you, assessing your statement. Most women in the same situation do one of two things. Either they dissolve into crying fits or throw themselves at him. You just calmly sat there working on the damaged artwork.
“I’m glad to hear you have a therapist. It never hurts to talk about a trying situation,” he said to cover his surprise.
You quirked an eyebrow at him when he said,”trying situation,” but decided not to poke the Bat.
“Yes, that’s true. Why don’t you have a therapist?” you casually asked.
“What?” Batman asked.
“Someone who dresses up as a bat, beats up criminals on a daily basis and spends what I am sure is millions of dollars on equipment is dealing with some deep seated issues. Or as a therapist would say, coping with said issues in an unhealthy manner,” you said in an even tone.
Batman just quietly stared at the woman who stripped him bare to the bone in minutes. When he didn’t answer the therapist question you went back to your work. He quietly slipped out of the museum and returned to the Batcave. He has a woman to investigate.
Batman watched you for a few nights. His investigation didn’t come up with anything alarming. You were liked by your co-workers. You were good at your job, had good credit, had no trouble with the law, put yourself through college and kept to yourself. On your days off you would work a part-time job at a craft store or paint in your apartment. You were polite to your neighbors but didn’t have any close friends. Your last relationship ended amicably. You were estranged from your family but that was a bonus in more ways than one. They were a bunch of petty criminals but you had never been arrested. You left your family the day you turned eighteen and had never looked back.
Most people would consider you boring but Batman knew you had depths that weren’t easily seen. He caught a glimpse when you had made your evaluation of him. The more he found out about you the more he was convinced.
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You were almost home. You could see your building and sped up your walk. After the robbery at the museum two weeks ago you had a feeling of being watched whenever you left work. It was starting to get to you. You passed an alley but didn’t get any further. A dark figure grabbed you and injected something into your neck. You were out before you could even scream.
You woke up slowly. Your head hurt and you couldn’t focus your mind. You were lying on a cot. There were stacks of crates around you and the ceiling was so high it was shrouded in darkness due to the dim light. Then you heard it, a groan and some rustling that sounded like it was coming from atop one of the stacks of crates. You tried to turn your head towards the sound but the room began to spin. You had to keep your head still or you were going to vomit.
“Wha?” you tried with a raspy voice but the drug was still in your system.
The warehouse was deathly quiet. Then you heard a whisper.
“No, I’m fine.”
There was a pause.
“Penguin’s crew used knockout gas. I didn’t get a full dose and was able to hide before it took effect.”
Another pause.
“I’m fine! I need to check out this warehouse, then I will head back.”
You tried to call for help but your voice came out as a wheeze. It was like your vocal chords were paralyzed. You began to panic. Suddenly you heard a flap of cloth and there was a dark figure standing over you. It was Batman.
“Are you okay?”
“N…n….” you couldn’t get it out. So you slightly shook your head.
He asked,”Drugged?”
You nodded yes, swallowing against the nausea.
Batman cut the ropes binding your hands to the cot and picked you up. He put his mouth close to your ear and whispered,”Remain quiet. I will get you out but we need to avoid any guards. Do you understand?”
You were able to nod again, barely. Your ears and neck were sensitive areas. When Batman had whispered to you, you felt his warm, soft breath tickle your skin. Goosebumps dotted your neck and arms. You shivered. Batman pulled you closer to his chest.
You knew you should be panicking but you were in Batman’s arms. The only safer place to be would be your apartment. And he was getting you out of the dank warehouse so you were sure you would be back in your apartment soon. You drifted off into unconsciousness with a small smile on your face.
The next time you opened your eyes you were in a different room. You were lying on a comfy king size bed. You were dressed in a silky chemise. Your head was clear. You got up but you couldn’t find a door. You checked the ensuite bathroom but no door there either. When you came out Batman was standing in the bedroom.
“What is going on?” you asked.
“You were abducted and drugged. I was able to get us out.”
“By who?”
“I suspect Penguin’s gang or someone working with him. I was down by the docks working on a smuggling case when I was hit with some knockout gas.”
“You didn’t see anything when you got out of the warehouse?”
“No, there were no guards. But I have a theory. With how heavily you were drugged, they didn’t plan on moving you anytime soon. So they didn’t need to post guards.”
“Where am I now?”
“One of my safe houses.”
When he didn’t elaborate you said,”I want to go home.”
“Your apartment is not safe. Someone broke in. It's best if you stay here for a while.”
“But my place….”
Batman quickly cut you off and said,”The police made a report and your landlord secured the apartment. Nothing was taken.”
“How do you know nothing was taken?”
“Surveillance video shows the masked perpetrator leaving empty handed. Most likely the break in was done as an intimidation tactic.”
“But why?”
“I'm working on that. I have my suspicions but yet to find the proof. If you want to remain safe it's best to lay low.”
“This makes no sense. Why would some gangster be after me? I need to go home.”
Batman gave you a quiet, stern look.
“Your place of work was robbed. Then two weeks later someone abducts you. It’s safer for you to stay here until I can figure out what is going on.”
“What about my job? I can’t afford to lose it. I have too many bills.”
Batman took a step towards you and entered your personal space. Not intimidated, you stood your ground and looked up at the vigilante. His eyes narrowed when he noticed you weren't afraid.
In a low, growly voice Batman said,”Is your job worth your life?”
You shot back,”If I lose my job I might as well be dead. Not all of us can be independently wealthy.”
“You can always get another job. But not another life,” said Batman in a scolding tone.
“Right. Another job that barely covers my expenses, is soul-suckingly boring and has nothing to do with my college degree? No thanks. My current job might not pay well but I love it. I worked my ass off to get my college degree in Art History and to get my job at the museum. I’m not giving it up just because a criminal thinks they can intimidate me.”
Batman stared into your eyes and you stared straight back. Your firm gaze was unwavering as the seconds ticked by. The silence didn’t bother you, his scrutiny didn’t faze you. Batman was silently impressed with your tenacity. He had thought your calm demeanor during the museum robbery had to be a fluke but you proved once again that you could handle dangerous situations with a calmness rarely seen.
Not wanting to argue with you but wanting to keep you close, Batman offered a compromise.
“You can go to work but let me set you up at another apartment.”
“Temporarily?” you ask.
Batman paused before answering. Your current apartment wasn’t in the best neighborhood but it wasn’t the worst. He had predicted that you would welcome the change.
“The place I can move you to is nicer and in a safer neighborhood. It will only be temporary if someone tries to kidnap you again.”
“If I’m in such danger it won’t matter where I move. The bad guys will find me. I can afford my current apartment and it’s perfectly located for my needs,” you said.
Batman sensed there was something else you weren’t saying. Another reason why you didn’t want to move. He tried another tactic.
“Instead of moving, you can stay at a safe house close to the museum until the situation resolves itself,” Batman said.
You took a moment to think about his offer.
“Will I be able to keep my apartment?”
“Yes.”
“And I can go to work?”
“Yes.”
“How long will I have to remain at the safe house?”
“Until I find out why you were abducted.”
“And how long will that take?”
“It could take a week or it could take months.”
“Months? Wouldn’t it be faster to just stakeout my apartment? That way I could go back to it and if anybody is really after me they would try to take me again.”
“I refuse to use civilians as live bait,” he said through gritted teeth.
You smirked at him for a moment and gave him an assessing look.
“I appreciate the concern but if you want to stop the men after me the quickest way is to tempt them into kidnapping me again.”
Batman’s eyes widened at your brashness. The tone of your voice and the stance of your body screamed brat. He was tempted to pull you over his knee and spank your round bottom to punish you for your lack of self-preservation. But he had to be patient. He wanted you to be concerned about your safety and to seek him for protection. Punishing you now would not work in his favor.
Calculating his options Batman offered,”Alright, you can go back to your apartment but I get to install a security system. And we set up a planned route to and from work. You will follow my instructions to keep you safe.”
You take a moment to think about it. Slowly a smile forms on your face and you said,”Agreed.”
Batman just squints at you not liking your quick capitulation.
You are unfazed by his glare. “Where are my clothes?”
The vigilante sees his opening. The bright white camisole he changed you into stops at mid-thigh. The smooth silk is unadorned and the thin straps are the only thing securing the fabric to your body. Batman steps into your personal space but you refuse to back up. His armored chest lightly brushes against you and your nipples contract. You refuse to gasp at the heady sensation but you can’t control your pupils dilating. Batman has to hold back his smirk as your body reacts to him.
“Your clothes were filthy and torn. I took them for analysis but they are ruined.”
When he didn’t continue you gave him an assessing look and said,”And this was all you had to change me into? I’m not one to judge but you don’t look like a negligee type of guy. I see you more in a boy-short and tank top set.”
Batman glared at you when he realized you were intimating that the slip of fabric you were wearing was his. Lingerie that he wore. Then he smiled down at you. He could play this game.
“If you don’t like it you could always take it off,” he said in a low voice.
It’s your turn to glare at him. Not wanting to take the bait you turn your back to him and start to walk away. Suddenly the lights go out and leather clad hands are pulling you back against an armored chest.
“Don’t walk away from me,” Batman growled into your ear and you refused to acknowledge the goosebumps that rose over most of your body.
“Or what?,” you snarked out as you tried to pull away. But Batman doesn’t let you. He kept you pressed against his armored chest and whispered in your ear,”Do you really want to find out?”
Your body involuntarily shivered as his gloved hands slid up to your shoulders and slipped the straps of the negligee off your body. As the slippery fabric easily fell from your body you refused to acknowledge the pulse of desire that nearly buckled your legs.
When you didn’t protest the removal of negligee, Batman glided his hands to your breasts and gently squeezed. You stifled your moan but couldn’t stop the spurt of moisture that you felt between your legs. As Batman continued to massage your breasts and plucked at your nipples you finally let out a whimper.
You heard a chuckle from behind you that broke the lusty spell Batman had cast over you. You tried to turn away from him but he easily tripped you onto the bed. Due to the darkness you are disoriented for a moment but that is long enough for Batman to join you on the bed. The powerful vigilante easily spreads your legs. He settled his wide shoulders in between your thighs keeping them apart. You squeaked when you felt his warm breath at your center and tried to move. His strong hands clamped down on your hips preventing you from shifting away from him.
He finally said,”This is what happens when you try to walk away from me.”
Batman’s leather covered fingers spread your nether lips and his mouth dove into your center. His tongue licked up from your hole to the top of your slit. Then he kissed your nub and swirled the tip of his tongue around your hard, slick pearl. You try to hold back your moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. You couldn’t see the smirk on his face as he flicked your clit with his talented tongue. Your back arched involuntarily at the new sensation but you refused to cry out.
Batman admired your resolve to resist him, however, he had a surefire technique that would make you cry out. That would make you cum. The dark knight did something you had never felt before. He did something that had you rolling your eyes back into your head. He did something that made you lose control of your hips. He did something that made him glad this room was soundproof.
He placed his lips around your hard nub and sucked. He sucked it in between his lips and kept a constant, moderate pressure. You screamed as your hips bucked up into his mouth. He expertly hung onto your body and continued the delicious assault on your clit. You couldn’t get away from the overwhelming pleasure but part of you didn’t want to.
It was too much but you wanted more. Your hands clenched at the bed sheets to ground yourself but the orgasm he pulled from your body crashed into you. So hard you felt like you were floating and spinning and falling all at the same time. You keened out wordlessly as his relentless sucking prolonged the best orgasm of your life.
Soon you were twisting your hips away and giving strangled cries when you became oversensitive. He released your nub and lowered your hips back to the bed. He couldn’t see you in the dark but he could hear your panting. And the faint whimpers as your first orgasm continued to pulsate through your body.
You could feel his smile more than see it. Yet you refused to acknowledge the smug bastard. You panted and waited for your heart to slow. It was beating so loudly you couldn’t hear the rustle of fabric or clicking of clasps as a uniform was removed. You gasped when naked hands pulled you down the bed and you felt a condom covered cock resting against your center.
Batman pulsed his dick against your swollen nub. Getting it slick with your juices. You squealed when he slapped his stiff cock directly against your clit and sent bolts of lust through your body. Then your legs were hefted on his shoulders and the bulbous head of his dick was parting your lips. He soon found your waiting hole and pumped the head of his cock into your entrance.
With every short, teasing thrust you refused to moan. You wouldn’t beg him to fuck you with his large, hot cock. You didn’t grab at his waist to try and get that delicious dick to enter you more. You didn’t try to wrestle your legs from his shoulders so you could wrap them around his waist and pull that hard rod all the way into your waiting pussy.
Batman stopped his hips and removed your legs from his shoulders. He leaned down and murmured in your ear,”Do you want me to stop?”
Before you could answer his calloused thumb was swirling around your engorged clit. You choked on your response and completely forgot what you were going to say as he also started micro-thrusting into your hole again. The only sound that came out of your mouth was a wail as Batman gave you a second orgasm.
When he continued to tease his dick against your pussy you couldn’t help yourself when you begged,”Please.”
“Please what?” he gritted out as your pussy clenched down on his mushroom tip.
“Please,” you tried again. Thankful that his hands had moved to your hips instead of deliciously torturing your clit.
“Please what? You have to be specific,” the vigilante said as your pussy made squelching sounds when he pumped his cock only halfway in.
Frustrated you cried out,”Please fuck me.”
“As you wish,” and he plunged into your hot depths. He groaned loudly as his dick bottomed out in your pussy. He had missed the feeling of a warm, tight cunt gripping his cock. It was addicting. And Bruce didn’t want this feeling to end. He swirled his hips so his pelvis ground against your swollen nub making you gasp.
Next he gave a short barrage of rapid fire thrusts that had you seeing stars as his dick slammed into your hole. Then he did long, slow motions of pulling his cock almost all the way out and pushing back in just as slow. With the constant change, your body didn’t know what to feel. All it knew was that a huge dick was pleasuring it and your pussy began to quiver uncontrollably.
When the dark knight felt your walls start to pulse and grasp his cock, he did slow but powerful strokes. As the pressure built in your pelvis you were sure he would cum at any moment. When his hips continued to plow into your slick center your orgasm began to rise despite your clit barely being touched this round.
As he continued to fuck you you were amazed at his endurance. You had never had a vaginal orgasm. You thought they were a myth but this man was fucking you so thoroughly and so long you could feel your pussy start to clench hard. When he felt the vise grip of your vagina his hips sped up and loud, wet slapping competed with the sounds of your moans. The pressure built and then exploded. Your pussy clamped down on the dick currently pistoning into it and Batman grunted. Your cries rose as his cock prolonged the mind numbing pleasure pulsing through your body.
Bruce usually repressed his sounds in bed but that was to hide his darker side. Now his plan was coming to fruition and he could enjoy himself, his real self.
“Ah, fuck, your cunt is so tight and hot. It squeezes my dick like a vice. Gonna fuck you into this bed. Gonna make you cum over and over and over again.”
Batman punctuated each ‘over’ with a brutal thrust and you cried out a responding ‘yes’ each time.
Soon the pleasure became so overwhelming that you were mewling. When your pussy gave a strong final clench to his dick Batman growled out,”Fuck.” And came.
He thrust a few more punishing times as his dick spurted his load into the condom. He was breathing heavily as he slowly pulled out of your warm, wet center. You softly whimpered when you felt the emptiness.
Batman walked to the bathroom, removed the condom and disposed of it. He turned on the lights to the dimmest setting and checked his mask in the mirror. When he returned to the bed, the vigilante opened the bedside table and pulled out several more condoms. The night was young. His plan to sate his carnal needs so he could focus on the mission was coming together.
Batman smiled as he took in your devastated form in the dim light. Your limbs were splayed out across the large bed and your eyes were closed.
You were basking in the glow of your first ever vaginal orgasm when you felt the bed dip. You cracked an eye open to see the brawny, naked form of Batman crawling towards you. The top half of his face was covered by a soft mask tied around his head. His muscular arms and chest flexed as he moved closer to you. Soon he had you caged in between his arms and legs as your glassy eyes looked up at his masked face.
He looked into your eyes and asked,”May I kiss you?”
You looked down at his mouth and stared at his lips for a moment. You nodded a yes.
Batman slowly brushed his mouth over yours. He gave little nips then pressed his lips to yours. He then teased at your bottom lip with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth. He nipped your lip hard and when you gasped he plundered your open mouth. His tongue sought out yours and caressed it, touched it, teased it. He did little retreating flicks to coax your tongue into his mouth. And when your tongue followed his into the warm cavern of his mouth, he sucked on it. You moaned at the new sensation then tried to retreat but Batman wouldn’t let you. He followed your tongue back to your mouth with his own.
He continued to kiss you until you were panting for air. His mouth then moved down to your jaw and neck. He sucked at your skin leaving his red marks. At the same time his hand was pinching and rolling your nipples until they were pointy peaks. You moaned into his mouth with each hard pinch. When you tried to wrap your legs around his waist he pulled back. The tearing of plastic and snap of a condom being put on were momentary before Batman was plunging into your depths.
You cried out as he showed you no mercy and pumped his hard cock into the slick flesh of your slit. Your cries of ecstasy and his grunts of pleasure battled with the sound of wet, slapping skin. Batman kept his pace constant and fast as he thrust his dick into your warm pussy. The pressure built quickly and soon you were howling out another orgasm. But he still continued to fuck you. He fucked you through your orgasm. He fucked you through the oversensitivity. He fucked you until the pleasure radiated throughout your whole body and you could only softly moan.
The pleasure had completely short-circuited your brain so you didn’t hear him as he said,”Gonna fuck your pussy forever. Gonna cum in you. Mark you as mine. Gonna train this pussy to cum only for me. Cum only for me!”
Batman shouted the last sentence as he came hard. His hips twitched occasionally as he got himself back under control. He looked down at your blissed out face and smiled. That was how the night progressed, with many different positions, mind-shattering orgasms and the Bat’s legendary stamina.