Chapter Seventeen: Playing Games
Batgirl smiled as she made her way back to the Wayne mansion. It had been less than an hour since the policeman had fucked her, but already she could feel her pussy getting hungry again. The scent of roses was all she could smell; it was coming from her, now - as if her skin was now coated by a strong, erotic perfume. One whiff of that odor would send any man spiraling helplessly into a fit of lust, making him a permanent slave to his sexual desires.
But whom should she fuck first? Batman would be more of a challenge; his mind would put up the most resistance - but she felt confident that he would end up with his face buried in her pussy. She decided to start with Robin, though; he would be much easier - the appetizer before the main course.
She crept across the roof of the mansion, carefully avoiding the security cameras, pressure plates and tripwires that Batman had placed all over the grounds. Once inside her bedroom, she took off her clothes and gazed at her naked body in the mirror. "This will be too easy," she said, playfully squeezing her breasts. "His dick will be inside me in no time."
Maybe she could make a game out of it. She thought for a moment, while her fingers grazed gently over her pussy mound. Then she went to her dresser and searched for her sexiest lingerie. Satisfied with her choice, she quickly dressed herself, pulling a short satin robe over her shoulders. Like a cat in heat, she went out into the hallway in search of sexual prey.
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Robin shot his stick against the cue ball, sending it crashing into the multicolored assortment at the other end of the pool table. Balls went flying everywhere, and he waited until everything settled into place before plotting his next move.
He heard the door open behind him, and glanced to see who it was. The glance lasted longer than he intended, though, when he saw what Alicia was wearing. Her flimsy white robe didn't extend very far below her waist, and his eyes darted instinctively down her naked thighs before he managed to avert his gaze. "How's it going, Alicia?" he asked, trying to act as though he hadn't noticed how sexy she looked.
She walked right up beside him, close enough to allow him a taste of her new scent. "Pretty good. I was just about to call it a night, but then I heard you in here. You're up pretty late, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep. I keep thinking about what's going on outside, with all those people going crazy. I just wish there was something I could do to help."
Alicia moved closer to him and put her arm around his neck. "There's nothing you can do about it right now," she said. "Just let Batman take care of it, and try to forget about it for now." She gave him a little hug, pressing her breasts against his side. "Can I get you anything to drink?"
"No, I'm fine, thanks." He turned back to the pool table. "Is that perfume you're wearing?"
"Yeah," she smiled. "You like it?"
He shrugged. "It's all right." He leaned down and took a shot at the cue ball.
Alicia smirked as he missed his target completely. "Looks like you need more practice."
"Oh, you think you could do better?"
"I doubt I could do much worse," she grinned. She went over and grabbed a stick. "I'll take odds." She leaned over the table and expertly drove the solid red ball into a corner pocket.
"Lucky shot," said Dick.
"Oh yeah? Watch me get lucky again." She moved around the table until she was standing right in front of him. Her perfume came at him again, and he found himself staring at the delicious curves of her ass as she bent down to line up her shot. He felt his cock begin to harden all of a sudden, and he was seized with a wild urge to walk up behind her and press his body against hers.
"Dammit," she hissed as her shot went wide. She moved back from the table. "Your turn."
Dick approached the table and leaned forward, struggling to control his growing lust.
"Hey, watch where you're aiming," she said. He glanced back to see her standing right behind him; the rear end of his stick was nudging right against her crotch!
"Sorry," he muttered, feeling his cheeks turn red. "Um, you might want to stand somewhere else."
"Yeah, I guess I'd better...otherwise you'll start poking me down there." She laughed. "Then again, maybe that wouldn't be so bad..."
"Shut up," he said. "I'm trying to concentrate." He took a shot, and sent the cue ball flying off the table.
"Awww, am I distracting you?" she grinned as she walked over to pick up the cue ball. When she bent down to pick it up, the front of her robe loosened, revealing the lacey, bikini-style lingerie beneath. She didn't bother to tie her robe; she simply stood there with the ball in her hand, fully aware that her naked belly was now visible to him. She placed the ball on the table and leaned down, feeling his eyes upon her. "Eight ball in the side." The shot went in.
"I win," she said, staring across the table at Dick. Her robe was fully open now, and she just stood there with her pole sandwiched between her legs and breasts. He stared back at her, and she fought the urge to laugh as she saw his eyes flicker down at her scantily clad body. Her perfume was starting to kick in.
"I think I'll let you practice some more," she said, moving closer to him. "Maybe you could play with me some more later on."
"Um...yeah, ok." He tried not to look at her; he was afraid of what he might do to her if he did.
Alicia smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Dick." She handed the pool stick to him and sauntered out of the room.
Dick just stood there at the edge of the pool table. His cock was aching; he could feel it throbbing inside his jeans. It was more than just an ordinary erection; his penis was desperate for contact. He reached down and pressed his hand against his crotch, but this only enflamed his need. He felt as though he hadn't masturbated in a month, though it had really only been two days. He thought of Alicia's body, pressed against his...
No! He shouldn't be thinking thoughts like this. But he couldn't stop himself! His mind was filled with images of her, with her robe dangling open. He started to imagine what it would feel like, to put his hands upon her breasts. To tear away that lacey bra and suck her nipple into his mouth. To tear away those soft panties and spread her legs apart. His cock was so hard now...he needed to ram it into something...something warm and wet...
The pool stick clattered to the floor as he walked to the door. What was he thinking?!
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Alicia tucked herself under the covers and glanced at the clock, wondering how long it would be before Dick came knocking at her door. She smiled to herself when she thought about what must be going through his head right now. He had barely been able to keep his eyes off of her sexy young body, and she didn't doubt that he was picturing her in his mind's eye. She couldn't wait to see him give in...she longed to feel him touch her breasts, her belly, her pussy. How long would it take?
Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. She didn't answer it; she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She wanted him to do all the work.
She fought the urge to giggle as the door creaked open. She heard his footsteps on the carpet, slowly walking toward her. How hard was his dick right now? She heard him turn her nightlamp on, and she could see the light even through closed eyes. Was he staring at her face, to see if she was awake? She felt the covers slide away from her, felt her bare skin suddenly exposed. She felt as though she was laying naked before him, although part of her body - the delicious parts - were covered by white lace. Which part was he looking at right now?
There was a sudden pressure on the bed; he was on the mattress now, crawling toward her, crawling on top of her. She could hear him and feel him getting nearer, but still she feigned unconsciousness. Not until he touched her...
There it was...his hands were sliding across the smooth flesh of her belly, his finger making a little circle around her belly button. She slowly opened her eyes and pretended to be surprised. "Dick!" she cried. "What are you doing here?"
The look in his eyes was priceless; part of him still struggled against the lust, but failed miserably. Smelling her sex perfume all around him probably didn't help him, either. "I'm sorry, Alicia," he said. "I'm so sorry, but I have to do this." His hands slid up inside her bra, and he pushed the material northward, exposing her breasts.
"No! Dick, get off of me! Stop it!" She struggled against him - not too violently, but enough to convince him that she was unwilling to comply. He simply grabbed hold of her wrists and leaned down to lick at her right breast.
"Oh, Dick...please no...don't do that..." His tongue fastened onto her nipple, and he began to suckle her. She gasped as tingles of pleasure began to course through her. She continued to protest, but his tongue just kept slurping and sucking. "OK, that's enough Dick...you've had your fun. Now leave me alone."
But apparently Dick wasn't through having fun just yet. He let her go long enough to pull off his jeans and boxers. Her eyes widened when she saw his rigid cock dancing before her; his penis was larger than she had expected. Her pussy was already wet from excitement, and the sight of his cock made her want to fuck him right then and there. But with an effort, she forced herself to continue her little game, desperately crawling toward the edge of the bed in a half-hearted effort to make a break for the door.
He was on his toes, though, and caught her before she made it halfway across the room. She could feel his stiff cock pressing against her ass cheek as he spoke into her ear. "Let me fuck you, Alicia," he said, as his arms wrapped around her naked chest, his hands cupping her breasts. "Let my cock slip inside your pussy...you know you want it..."
She turned around to face him, allowing him to gaze at her naked breasts and belly. "No, you're wrong, Dick," she lied. "I don't want it."
"You will," he said. He reached down and savagely tore off her panties (which wasn't very hard, considering the flimsy material).
She gasped as she felt her pussy suddenly exposed. "No...please, don't..."
"Just relax," he said, as his fingers began to stroke her moist slit. "Let my fingers work on you for a few minutes."
Alicia whimpered as he continued to rub at her pussy. "Dick, you shouldn't be doing this."
"Tell that to your pussy," he said. "I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. Soon you'll be ready for my cock."
"No!" She felt as though she deserved an Oscar for being able to act so contrary to her own lusty desires. "No...please don't fuck me...you can't!"
"I can, and I will." She felt the head of his enlarged organ as it began to probe up and down her pussy slit, searching for a way to get inside. There, he found it; she felt his hard warmth poke tentatively past her vulva, and then slowly squirm its way up inside her. "Tell me you don't want it," he said.
"I don't...*ungh*...I don't want it," she said. It was becoming difficult to pretend.
"Tell me again," he said, as he began to buck his hips, driving his cock in and out of her.
"I...*ungh*...I don't...*ungh*...want it..." Her head fell back, and she gave a little moan.
"I'm sorry you feel that way," he said, as he continued to screw her slowly. "Maybe I should just stop fucking you." He pulled his dick out of her.
"No! Um, I mean...maybe just for a little while. But you have to promise to pull out before you come, ok?"
"All right, I promise," he said, carrying her back to the bed. He laid her down and pushed her legs apart, repositioning his cock at the entrance to her vagina. "Is this what you want?"
Alicia meekly nodded, and then she felt his cock pushing into her again. Slowly at first, it pulsed in and out of her with a slow, deliberate rhythm, in, out, in, out. With each push, her pussy was filled with hard flesh, and it felt wonderful. She leaned back and spread her arms out as he sawed in and out of her, slowly, insistently. He was taking his time with her.
"Oh, Dick...that feels so good..." She began to rub her breasts, paying particular attention to the taut nipples. Her breasts were so sensitive now! The slightest touch was an erotic tickle, a tickle that she couldn't help but indulge. She continued to fondle herself as he fucked her, her body shaking slightly with each shove of his hard cock. She gave a little gasp of pleasure a moment later when a jet of liquid shot out from one of her nipple stalks. Dick noticed; he slowed his fucking and leaned down to suck the milk from her engorged tit, slurping and suckling her like a baby. She just held his head to her breast and smiled, knowing that he was almost completely under her control. "That's it," she purred. "Drink my tit milk, you naughty boy."
By the time his mouth left her tit, there was a dazed look in his eyes. "Yes, it's getting harder to think, isn't it? Don't worry...just slip that big cock of yours back into my pussy." She panted as she felt it slide inside her again. "Now fuck me, Dick. Mmmm, that's it. Slide that cock back and forth...fuck me until you come." She didn't really need to encourage him; his cock was pounding into her much faster than before. Gone was the slow screwing of a man in control; this was the frenzied fucking of a lust-crazed animal. His cock drove in and out of her with rapid, powerful strokes, each thrust poking deep inside her cunt. He was mating with her now; this was a one-way descent toward orgasm, and he wouldn't be able to stop poking his dick in and out of her until he came. She felt her own orgasm climbing closer, and she sent her fingers down in search of her clit. Just as she was about to burst, she felt his cock erupt inside her, injecting her womb with spurt after spurt of sperm-laden cum. Then she was lost in her own ecstasy, moaning uncontrollably as her pussy went wild.
When it was all over, she looked over at Dick and smiled. "All better now?" she asked.
He nodded, still dazed from his rose-scented orgasm and the resulting loss of his mind. He gazed at her naked body with undisguised lust, and crawled toward her again.
"No, you can't be hungry again so soon..." But he was; his mouth was upon her breast again, his tongue eagerly sucking in hope of milk. "Come on, Dick...we have to start planning how to seduce Batman." He didn't say anything; he just kept slurping away at her tits. "We don't have time for this," she protested, but she had to admit that his tongue felt great. She could feel his cock against her thigh; he was already starting to get hard again. "Well, maybe just one more time..."