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Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s billionaire who could buy anything in the world right in between your legs. He stirred in his sleep, shifting around on the bed. The thirst he felt was burning his throat, and just one thing could satisfy his hunger. You. Oh how he burned for your taste, your body, you. You were soundly asleep in his oversized shirt, legs tangled in the mess of sheets. Soft snores were filling the silence, but Bruce could feel his restraint thinning. He climbed on top of your body, quietly grabbing your legs and spreading them apart. Your pussy was glistening under the moonlight, a string of slick between your folds. You whined at his touch, slightly moving at the touch. He started with a kitten lick, testing the waters to see how you would react. You throbbed around nothing, making him feel a raging boner coming to life. He leaned in, sucking on your folds, gently biting your clit.“Fuck- S’ sweet f’me…” He moaned. Bruce was practically making out with your pussy, loud slick sounds echoing in the bedroom. He drank your juices, and you started to shake under his touch. A whine had slipped past your lips, you probably thought you were having a wet dream.

“Bruceyy…” His cock was throbbing, the feeling of precum leaking down his shaft, a damp spot forming in his pants. He made you cum as soon as he put his finger in, your hole sucking him in. Bruce licked all your juices, his thirst begging to be satisfied. He fingered your hole open with his girthy fingers, scissoring you open to fit his cock. He swatted your clit, repeating it until you squirt all over his face, your juices running down his chin.“Mmph.. Be good for me and do it again, yea?” He dove back in, munching on your pussy until he managed to make you cum 3 times. You woke up from your wet dream, looking down between your legs, a hungry Bruce Wayne devouring your pussy like it was his last meal. “No moreeeeeee! ‘M sensitiveee baby..” He looked up, the moonlight highlighting the juices that coated his face. He was panting, obviously horny for you. Bruce shoved down his pants, letting his cock free from its confinement, the 8.9 inches of girth springing out, the tip hitting his stomach. He took off his shirt revealing his washboard abs and defined waist, scars littering his skin like marks to find treasure. Bruce lined up his tip to your pussy, lightly slapping it against your clit.

You whined, the sensation sending hot electricity through your spine, your back arching into the air. “Mm…! Stop teasing me Brucey… Pleaseeee, just put it in..!” He let out a light chuckle before slamming his hips into yours, his dick being engulfed by your warm gooey walls. A loud moan had ripped through his vocal cords as he moved all the way back, slamming into your pussy once again. Plap after plap, the room started to sound like a porno and only your lewd sounds were bouncing off the walls. Bruce kept grunting, his cock kissing your g-spot over and over, the tip mashing your cervix. You came when he started rubbing circles on your clit, loudly moaning as your walls tightened around him. “Oh shit.. Darlin’ your walls are sucking me in so good….” Bruce was on the verge of cumming, his hips snapping against yours in a fast pace as he could feel the edge of his orgasm hit him. He came inside you, the hot spurts of milky cum filling your walls to the brim, loud grunts and groans were heard from both of you. Bruce rubbed your clit once more, the overstimulation hitting you like a truck as you squirt. “Nghh Bruce!...” He gently wrapped you in his arms, laying on the side of the bed, his cock still in you. The night had turned as the both of you fell asleep in each other's embrace, Bruce snuggling into your warmth while praising you for being such a good girl.

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The gala was another stupid event that Bruce had to attend to, only showing up to leave a somewhat good impression around people. He brought you, of course. You stuck around the catering area, sipping on white champagne while having light conversation with another politicians wife. You looked beautiful under the light, your dress hugged the curves of your body, the fabric sparkling under the chandelier warmth, and the jewelry, fuck. You were wearing his favorite jewels, the ones he picked out on special occasions, like a secret code that you were gonna suck him later. Your laughter echoed in his ears, your face slightly flushed as the alcohol started to run through your system. Bruce started walking towards you, excusing the conversation to help you go home.

“Bruceyyy? Mm… where are we goin’ baby?..” Your body was clinging onto him, slightly putting all your weight onto him. Bruce had picked you up bridal style, speed walking towards his midnight black Lamborghini. He gently opened the door, placing you in the backseat while entering the back. He placed you over his hips, slightly grinding his cock into your pussy.“Fuck… Y’know how to get me so riled up…. You looked so damn pretty in that dress darlin’ I would’ve bent you over that table right there..” You started to grind against him, letting out pitchy moans as you felt your panties starting to dampen. “Oh my handsomeee husbandddd.. I wanna taste you so bad, pretty please Bruceeee?..” You gave him puppy eyes, pouting your lips to make him feel some sympathy for you. “Don’t act so rough, okay?..” Bruce watched as you climbed to sit on his side, palming him through his trousers. You teased him as you felt him through his pants, his cock twitching on the inside.

He was panting with pleasure, cursing under his breath as he jolted his hips into the air, trying to feel your touch. “Ah ah ah Brucey, not until I say so, kay?” You started to unzip his pants, gripping his boxers to let his dick free. The tip was cherry red, veins ran down his shaft while he was leaking with precum. His 9 inches of girth looked massive under the moonlight, and you felt your pussy throbbing with raw need. You bent down to give his tip a kitten lick, tasting the precum on top. It tasted like candy, and you sucked on the tip like a lollipop. “Oh f-fuck… Don’t do that to me… Ngh…” Bruce threw his head back against the headrest, resting his hand on the top of your head. You continued to suck on the tip, licking the slit on the top. His cock was practically pulsing, and you started to run your hand down his shaft. You licked the top as you pumped him in your hand, your whines sending vibrations through his body. Bruce slowly shoved your head down his cock, the back of your throat being kissed with the tip of his dick. He started bobbing your head, feeling his orgasm starting to reach the edge. You moaned around his length, and he felt himself cumming the next second. “Shit!….. Ohhh- Mmph, take it all.. good girl…” Bruce was panting, hot spurts of warm cum filled your mouth as you swallowed, the taste was reminding you of sweet candy.

You got up from sucking on him, giving him a cock drunk smile. “Mmm.. my turn! Bruce watched as you climbed over his lap, the pair of panties you had on now being discarded on the floor of the car. You grabbed the tip, gently lining it up to fit your whole as you sunk down. He hissed at the touch, your warm gummy walls clenching around him like a vice. You let out a high pitched moan as you bottomed out on his cock, his dick reaching the right places. Your pussy was leaving a glistening trail around your thighs, the lewd sounds being heard around the car. “Bruceee baby..!” He gripped the sides of your waist, bouncing you up and down on his dick, the sensation leaving his mind a mess. Bruce was letting out loud grunts, fucking you into the air as you gripped onto his shoulders. “C’mon sugar… just one more for me yeah?” He gradually sped up, his dick ramming into your gooey walls, your g spot being hit like a target. The dam that was full had broken, and you started quivering. The loud sounds of your pussy squirting was music to his ears, the juice soaking his suit leaving a darkening color. He chased after his own orgasm, filling your walls to the brim. It left a huge mess with the both of you, Bruce felt like his cock was going to cum from any touch, and you were practically cockdrunk as the alcohol gave your system an extra boost. “Mm…let's do this again next time yea?”

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Another grueling day had passed in Gotham, the seasonal transition hitting harder each year. As spring had passed and summer followed, the temperatures were rising, making every day hotter and hotter. You were stuck outside in a pair of jeans, a white button up and heels that wore your ankles to the bone. The weather was crazy weird, describing that it would be cold for the most part, but as afternoon came the sun peeked out of the clouds and instantly warmed up Gotham. In a line waiting for your iced coffee, you decided it was better to just go back to Bruce’s manor and make your own drink there than wait in the scorching sun. You walked towards your car, popping the door open and sliding into the driver's seat. In the car it was 10x worse, the small space felt like an oven that was baking on its highest temperature. The metal part of the seatbelt touched your sleeve, the part practically burning your skin. “Son of a bitch!” When you put the keys into the ignition, the car finally became alive as the engine roared. AC air had started to cool down the space, giving you some sort of relief from the relentless sun.

You slammed your foot on the gas, speeding all the way to Bruce’s manor. A small code box was put outside the garage, forcing you to unbuckle out of your seat to get out of the car and input the digits. It gave the green light, the garage opening to a large wide space of different cars, parking your car in an empty place. You got out of your car, slamming the door to get inside. Inside, there was barely any sign of sounds as you entered, letting a sigh of relief escape your lungs. The heels you were wearing were abandoned by the door, then followed your bag. It eventually reached up the stairs, walking to the master bedroom with the largest bathroom you've ever seen in your life. You threw off your jeans, button up, and the matching set you wore underneath. Panties were strewn on the tile floor, and your bra had laid on the sheets of the bed. A relaxing shower would help you cool down, the water turned on immediately letting steam fog the mirror. You stepped in, the scorching temperature relieving your back aches, sighing as you closed your eyes and lived in the moment. You grabbed the bottle of coconut and lemon body wash, gently squeezing a decent amount on your body. The soap was lathered around on your skin, and then you heard the click of the door.

Bruce entered the bathroom, seeing you take a steamy shower as you washed the soap all over yourself, a semi boner coming to life. Your head turned to the door and you saw him. “Bruce?! I- Look away!” You covered yourself with your arms, your face flustered with heat. He gave a small chuckle, slowly taking off his suit, revealing his defined abs. You clenched your thighs, a small heat building in your core. He slid the glass door open, joining right behind you. You gulped at the close contact, slightly shaking despite the hot temperature of the water. He gathered a small amount of the body wash, rubbing it on your skin, cleaning all of your areas, giving you a light massage to relieve your muscle aches. “Ngh-” He felt his breath hitch, hearing you let out a small moan at the contact. “Did you just moan, baby?... Damn, your touch starved, huh. I haven’t been taking good care of my girl recently, ‘m sorry sweets..” Bruce washed off the body wash, the water running over your skin. You felt your pussy slicken at his husky voice, and you whimpered at the thought. He ran his fingers over your skin, a trail of heat awakening. Bruce rubbed small circles on your clit, making you hold onto the cold tile wall. He rubbed your slit, then dipped his girthy fingers into your tight hole. Your slick made his fingers slippery, and your orgasm washed over you within seconds.

‘Unghhhh! Brucey…” He growled, feeling your hole clench around his fingers. He brought them up to your mouth, making you suck on your own arousal. The taste was bittersweet as you moaned. He brought his free hand down, prying your thighs open, forcing you to arch your back. Bruce gave a hard slap to your ass, the jiggly mounds of flesh rippling as a loud slap echoed through the bathroom. “Shit… Your just so fuckin’ sexy bunny… Can’t resist an ass like yours.” He groped the globes of flesh, spreading them open to reveal your pussy. He rubbed his cock against your pussy, the slick and precum mixing together to make a thick sticky lube. Bruce eased his way into your hole, slowly feeding you each of his inches, your hole stretched to its limits. “Bruceyyyy!! Nghhh~ ‘S too biggg!” You whined, feeling him slowly move back and forth, thrusting into you as he took his time. He let out a loud grunt, starting to pick the pace up. The sounds of skin slapping against eachother were the only sounds in the shower, the glass fogging up. He grabbed your neck, roughly backing you up against his front. Bruce played with your breasts as he fucked your from behind, occasionally moving his hand down to rub your clit.

Pleasure took over, your mind thinking of his large fat cock splitting you in two. He pushed your body against the glass, your boobs squished against the glass, the imprint of your nipples leaving its mark on the fog. “Oh baby.. S’ perfect for me, you're so goddamn cute, can’t bring myself to not touch you everywhere..” He whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling your earlobe. Bruce’s thrusts were getting sloppier, as he felt himself about to cum “Mmmmph! S-shit, m’ gonna cum Bruce!” He growled, fucking you faster as his orgasm hit him like a train. You both came at the same time, the mix of slick and hot cum mixing in your womb. He was panting like a dog behind you, gently holding you with his arms. Bruce took out his cock, hissing at the sudden removal. He rubbed your clit furiously, your whines growing louder each second, and you squirted all over the glass, the mixture of fluids dripped out of your hole, falling onto the shower floor. “Did so good for me… I’ll clean you up and we can go to sleep together, okay?”

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Valentines Day was coming up faster than you could think, and your mind was set on baking sweets for the holiday. Your work would be off for that day, so it called for special baking. An idea popped into your head, wearing an apron without clothes underneath so you could surprise Bruce! A devilish grin appeared on your face as you thought to yourself, taking off your clothes including the matching set that laid underneath. The cold air nipped at your warm skin, goosebumps erupting all over. You grabbed the apron from the hook, gently tying the strips behind your back into a cute mini bow. Your hair was getting in your way, so you clipped it together with a claw clip, the air blowing against your neck.

There were tons of recipes you've tried before for baking, but a special one came up in your mind. Aphrodisiac chocolate chip cookies with cream cheese frosting! The pantry had all the ingredients needed for this recipe, and you remembered seeing the chocolate in a bright red bag, tied off with a cute sparkly bow. You grabbed it from the shelf, looking at the packaging, seeing that it was the right chocolate. “I wonder if Bruce will like these cookies..” You mumbled as you prepared to make the cookies. First, the wet ingredients were mixed together as you added a dash of vanilla, then came the dry ingredients. Some of it got on your cute apron, and spread out on the counter. After, the aphrodisiac chocolate was the last step. You chopped up some pieces into small chunks, folded it into the batter, then formed small balls on a baking sheet. It smelt like sweet heaven, and you placed chunks of the chocolate on top for extra sweetness. The oven was toasty by the time you were done, sliding the cookies into the oven and turning on the timer for it to bake.

At last, the cream cheese frosting. You made a simple batch of frosting, adding a hint of the chocolate into the mix, whipping its consistency to the perfect amount of thickness, dipping your pinky finger in to grab a small taste. The taste made you feel arousal course through your veins that you didn’t notice Bruce had come home and made his way to the kitchen, seeing you in nothing but an apron. “Sweets, are you done now? You look so sexy, baby..” Bruce chuckled, hearing you gasp at the sound of his voice. “I- Bruce when did you come home? I barely heard you even make a sound!” You blushed, remembering how he called you sexy. He made his way towards you, gently holding your hips with his hands, looking down at your apron, seeing your cleavage. “My sweet baby. Dressing up all cute for me, huh? You're gonna be the death ‘f me…” Bruce gripped your hips, gently placing you on the counter. You felt your heart beating in your ears as your face turned beet red, the sensation making your pussy wet. He turned to the batch of frosting you made, swiping his finger into the sweet concoction, bringing his finger to his lips, tasting the sweet delicacy.

He laid your body on the cold marble, untying your apron from behind letting the fabric fall off. You were plain naked, and he could see the sight of your hard nipples and dripping cunt. “ Mm.. Can’t wait to get a taste of you..” Bruce yanked his tie off, wrapping it around your wrists and pinning your hands above your head. He sucked on your neck, leaving light hickies and bite marks, slowly making his way down. The sight made him rock hard as his length strained against the front of his pants, feeling precum ooze from his slit. You let out a small whimper, his tongue warming your body in a lewd way. Bruce grabbed the bowl of frosting, taking a small amount and placing it onto your nipples, the cold feeling making you gasp. “Ngh! Brucey baby… M’ too s-sensitive..!” He smirked, drawing a trail down on your stomach to your clit. The white frosting decorated you like a beautiful cake, swirls adoring your skin. He felt his self control snap, lapping at your nipples with ferocity. Bruce sucked on your breasts like there was no tomorrow, biting down on the small hard pebbles. You shuddered at the close contact, whines and moans ripping from your throat.

He licked his way down, sucking on the cream that adored your skin, reaching your pussy. His warm breath made your cunt shiver, a mess of slick and love juices making your thighs clench. Your mind was on cloud nine as Bruce made out with your pussy, sloppily sticking his tongue into the tight ring of warm muscle. You tasted sweeter than anything in this world, he would sell his soul to taste you everyday. “Ah! Mmph- N- No more.. Please!..” You writhed around in his grasp, trying to pull away from his face. Bruce growled, holding your thighs down with his large forearms, shaking his head side to side as he worked his mouth away on your pussy. The well broke inside your womb and you came all over his mouth, the taste of creamy deliciousness satisfying his taste buds. “Can't - get - enough - of - you..” Bruce slurped your fluids up, drinking his fill of the day. He came up to look at your face, seeing your face flustered with heat, your hair disheveled, and your mouth slightly agape. The ding of the oven rang in the background, signaling that the cookies were done. “Mmph.. My two favorite desserts. Cookies and you.” He unbuckled his belt, releasing his cock from his boxer, the 9 inches being slapped directly onto your dripping cunt. “I’ll fill your womb to the brim bunny.. You would make a delicious cream pie..”

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Bruce could feel his mind slowly think of all the things he would do to punish you. Your behavior was unpredictable, like he couldn’t tell if you wanted to be punished or not. You started off the morning by being an angel, cuddling him in the sheets while the sun rose. But like a flip had been switched, you started acting more whiny. Bruce had caught you whining about how he never let you take care of his morning wood, or cum when he fucked you. He was shocked to say, when did he ever deny you of these pleasures?

Then, while he was in a meeting with a client, you sent him videos of yourself cumming on a hot pink vibrator toy, wearing a lacy black set that he bought you for your anniversary. He could feel a raging boner start to strain against the front of his trousers, and lets just say, you would be fucked when he got home. Bruce made a mental reminder to hide that toy from you, and to rip apart the set you were wearing. Then, while it was almost time for him to get out of his office, his phone vibrated with a notification. You sent him a picture of you wearing his large button up, shoving two of your tiny fingers into your hole while you bit the hem of his shirt, giving big puppy eyes to the camera.

Bruce slammed the desk with his fist, grabbing his briefcase and jacket from the rack, slamming the office door behind him. Oh, you were about to be dead. He sped home all the way, reaching 100 mph at one point because he was so fucking pissed. The familiar sight of the manor's driveway finally came into vision, and he parked his car in the garage. Bruce ran out into the main house, his footsteps thudding against the tiles. He looked in the master bedroom, seeing you sprawled out naked with a hand between your thighs, moaning his name over and over while your eyes were closed. He quietly stalked towards you, grabbing your wrist firmly. “Oh! Bruce? When did you come home?..” You whispered. His eyes were full of fire, and you were his source to take it out on.

“Do you know how fucking bratty you were today? I had to end a meeting with a client because you gave me a damn boner… Just know you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow at all.” He bent you over his lap, rubbing circles over the globes of your ass. He spanked your left cheek, a loud slap echoing against the walls. “Count. Mess up and I’ll restart bun.” Another slap. “O-one!” Pleasure ran through you like a train, your back slightly arching and your pussy throbbing. Slap. “Two! Ngh~” He kept slapping your ass until you messed up. “Nine- Oh Bruce please just touch me!” He let out a dark chuckle, rubbing over the red hand marks that were left behind. “Bratty girls don’t get rewarded.” He rubbed your sodden folds, shoving a finger into your tight hole. He fingered you roughly, but stopped when you were about to come. “Please daddy I’ll be good for you! Mmph! Need to come!!” You whined. Bruce slapped your thigh, separating your legs, He rubbed your clit in tight small circles, a powerful orgasm crashing through your body as lightning ran down your spine. “Mm fuck!! I- Too much..!” He led you through another intense orgasm, overstimulating your clit until you were shaking.

You squirted on his thigh, the juices darkening his trousers. “Lick your mess brat.” He made you get onto your knees and watched as you licked the juices from his pants, looking up into his eyes while sucking on the dark spot. The front of his pants had a large tent, evidence of his raging boner from your constant teasing. Bruce grabbed your chin, making you look up into his eyes. “Now you wanna act like a good girl? Suck my cock bunny and I might reward you.”

You unzipped the front of his pants, shoving down his boxer briefs looking at the giant length that was in front of your face. He was leaking pre while it ran down the sides of his shaft, veins like lightning running down the sides. You moved to suck on the tip, licking up all the pre that was coming out of his slit. Bruce didn’t have the patience for that, he grabbed the crown of your head and made you deep throat all 9 inches within seconds, the tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag. He let out a groan, feeling your throat constrict around his dick. He bobbed your head up and down, pre and saliva running down your chin. Bruce bucked his hips up into your mouth, fucking your throat like his personal cock sleeve. “You take me so fucking good baby… Yea, just like that. Suck me just like that darlin’..” He could feel the coil tightening in his stomach, letting out a loud grunt as he came, thick spurts of hot gooey cum sliding down your throat and into your stomach. You swallowed him within seconds as he took out his dick from your mouth, looking at the mess on your face. You were teary eyed, fluids dripping down your chin and out of breath, hair slightly messed up. “Mmmph.. My good fucking girl. Do it again and I’ll make you unable to walk for a week.”

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Night was creeping into the blue sky, bleeding into dark shades of blue and black. There were clouds around, blocking out the stars that once gleamed brightly. The streets were dimly lit by the broken street lamps. Gotham had a notorious reputation for the shady streets, random crimes and missing people spreading all over the city. Bruce's manor was thankfully secured and had the best protective measures. You were laying in bed scrolling on your phone until you came across a video. Surprising my fiance by wearing this cute lace dress! Let's see how he reacts when he comes home..

In the closet you shared with Bruce, there was a lace dress tucked behind other pieces. You never wore it because it never came across your mind, but now it seemed like the perfect time! The bed springs bounced as you sprang off the mattress, eagerly running towards the closet. It was warmly lit, special tailored suits and ties laid out on the sides along with watches, glasses, and cufflinks. You remembered how tidy Bruce was with his attire. Your side was more free, dresses that Bruce bought for you just as a simple gift, sparkling jewelry on red velvet displays encased in clear glass. You walked around to another section of the closet, moving sweaters out of the way to find the dress. There it laid, a red lace dress with a deep neckline, and a short hem that barely covered your thighs. It was beautiful on your body, hugging the curves of your legs, accentuating your breasts showing the sight of your cleavage. You turned off the light, walking out of the closet when you heard a beep. Bruce had come home!

He placed his keys on the glass table, loosening his tie he looked towards the master bedroom, seeing the low light turned on. Bruce walked up the stairs, heading his way into the room. “Bun? Are you here?” He looked inside and was met with the sight of you. “I- I wanted to surprise you..! Um, it's not the best, but how do I look?..” You grabbed the hem of your dress, playing with the fabric. It made your figure pop, making you look 10x sexier. “Oh sweets.. You're really playing with me today, huh? Fuck. You know how to make me so turned on for you baby..”

He walked towards you, gently brushing the back of his hand on your jaw. He admired your gaze on him, the cute sight of your eyes looking up at his face made something burn in his mind. You gasped as he grabbed your hips, nudging you to wrap your thighs around his waist. He laid you down on the sheets, looking down at the dress you wore specially for him. Bruce rubbed your nipples through the fabric, a train of thoughts running through his mind seeing you shiver at his touch. He grabbed the middle of the dress, ripping the middle open revealing your breasts. You gasped as he dragged the fabric down your body, throwing the dress somewhere behind him in the room. ‘I’ll buy so much for you doll, just let me have this, okay?” He spread open your legs, looking at the wet sight of your pussy. You were glistening with slick, juices covering your inner thighs. He placed his thumb on your clit, pushing at it like a button, causing you to mewl with pleasure. He rubbed your clit, making imaginary letters, numbers, and shapes causing you to teeter on the edge of orgasming. You were about to come on his fingers, but he pulled his fingers away making you whine. “Bruceyyy! I wanted to come on your fingers..”

You were looking at him doe eyed, lightly panting from almost coming. “Patience, and I’ll make you have the best orgasm of your life honey.” He slid two of his fingers in, the cold metal of his wedding ring sending electricity through your body. He gently scissored you open, bending his fingers to pry for your g-spot. He reached it within seconds as he studied your reaction, whiny moans that were an octave higher, your hands gripping at the sheets, your body shaking with pleasure as he continued to abuse that spot. “Mm- Too much!! Bruce pleaseeee, let me come!..” You didn’t realize that the pleasure was taking over, because tears were running down your cheeks. Damp streak marks darkened your skin, making a spot on the sheets underneath. You were crying from pleasure! He felt his dick hardened like a rock in his pants, and a fire lit inside his stomach. Bruce grinned, pumping his thick fingers in and out of your hole. He kept you on the edge of coming, tears running down your face as you tried to make yourself come, trying to rub your clit on the edge of his palm. “Cmon darlin’ you'll come soon..” He pushed down his pants, letting his cock spring out. The 9 inches of meat hit his stomach making a wet spot on his dress shirt. Bruce was already wet, the foggy drops of pre covering his length, heavy breeder balls that were gonna be the death of you. He slapped the tip on your clit, rubbing your slick on his cock.

He entered you slowly, your tight ring of muscle opening as his dick split you open. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Bruce ‘s too much..!!” You cried from the sensation, writhing underneath his body. He was getting turned on from your tears, the twisted and deep dark desire stirring in his body. You were going to be ruined for the whole week, he thought. Bruce moved back and forth, fucking you slowly but deeply. He chuckled, looking at the sight of you quivering, shutting your eyes tightly whining his name over and over like a mantra. He played with your clit, rubbing circles on it making you scream. “Ngh!! Cum- M’gonna cum!” Your juices soaked the base of his length combined with his, making a thick ring of white form at the base of his balls. “Shit- Gonna cum in your pussy baby… Fuck you feel so fucking tight f’me..” He sped up fucking you faster, making you shake with pleasure, overstimulation taking over your senses. He came, flooding your womb with white spurts of cum, pulling out of your tight hole. He watched as the two of your juices combined flowed out of your pretty hole, forming a puddle at the bottom of your ass. He was panting, hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled, and a mess on the bed. Bruce used his fingers to push his cum back into your hole, watching you moan at the sensation. That's when Bruce Wayne discovered his new favorite kink, dacryphilia.

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7:38 A.M. The sun was barely rising from the midnight silky cloak, waves of azure mixed with hues of gold and maroon blended into the sky, the sight of a sunrise so beautiful it woke someone up with a smile. You woke up early, flipping over to stare at Bruce while he was sleeping, the man was knocked out cold. His soft snores, the ruffled hair, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants without a shirt made everyday worth it.

You looked under the blanket, realizing he had morning wood . It couldn’t just be left alone, right?.. A small giggle left your mouth, shuffling out of bed heading down into the kitchen. The refrigerator welcomed you with a chill, the cold air making you shiver. A can of whip cream laid on the side, full of delicious sweetness that could make things a million times better. You grabbed the can, silently closing the fridge door, tiptoeing back upstairs. Bruce had laid on his back, hands clutching underneath the pillows he was laying on. The small rug helped muffle the thuds of your footsteps, climbing onto the silk sheets of your shared bed.

You straddled his waist, gently placing your thighs around his waist, quietly grabbing his hands. On the night side table, you reached into the second drawer, fishing out a pair of baby pink fuzzy handcuffs , specially bought by you. These were never used, well, not until right now.. The headpost was the right size for you to cuff his hands on the side, rendering him somewhat helpless. He stirred, letting out a sigh that eventually turned back into soft snoring. The whip cream can was shaken for a good spray, twisting the cap off for some fun. You held the nozzle down, drawing lines of sweet fresh cream on his torso and abs , shapes, objects, letters, you name it. His nipples were covered in two piles of cream, the coldness making him open his eyes. “Hi sleepyhead.. Did I wake you up? ‘M sorry Brucey..” You bent down, licking the cream off his nipples, sucking on the perky buds that hardened into little pebbles. “S-shit!.. Oh my god- I, baby can’t… Sensitive..!”

He let out a groan, vibrations running through his body straight to his dick. You licked the cream off his torso, relishing in the sweetness of the cream, his body making it extra sweet. “Mmm… So sweet and creamy. Oh handsome, you just make everything better, don't you?” You gave him a smirk, rising to sit on his lap. He tried to move his arms to grab you, but the cuffs did their job, restricting him the freedom of movement. Of course, Bruce could break out of these cuffs no problem, but he wanted to go along with your plan. “Mercy? I’ll be good for you darling..” He gave you big brown eyes, silently pleading for mercy. The will to give in was strong, but first you wanted to go through with what you wanted first. “Not yet, soon baby..” Bruce's pants were pulled down just enough to let his dick free, the morning wood clearly shown. Prominent veins of tinted blue and purple ran down his entire length, his shaft pulsing with need.

There were clear signs of pre lubing his shaft, the milky droplets making his tip pop, the cherry red color slowly blending into blush pink. He grunted, the cold chill of the morning air making him hiss from the sudden movement. The can of whip cream was in your hand and you shook it, placing it directly above his tip. Nozzles suddenly had the best use because it was sooo easy to decorate his cock with the cream. You swirled it on the top, the coldness making his body wrack with chills. He was quivering from the temperature. “Hah- Ngh~ Cold..” Bruce mumbled under his breath.

Your very own lollipop decorated with fresh cream, and extra pre to top it off. Your hand wrapped around his base, sucking on the tip, licking up all the whipped cream. He moaned, bucking his hips to fuck your throat. Bruce tasted so good in your mouth, like a delicious cream pie made for you. Your head moved down, taking in all 9 inches of his cock, the tip twitching in the back of your throat. You moved a hand down towards your pussy, playing with the cute bud of yours, using your slick to lube your folds. “Mmmm.. Y’ tas s’ gud!” You moaned around his tip, the vibrations from your voice sending pleasure through his veins. “Fuck fuck fuck f- D-don’t do that.. Can’t- ‘M gonna cum!” Bruce threw his head back as a powerful orgasm drove his body to ecstasy, the thin ropes of cream blessing your tastebuds. You sucked on the tip, making his tip extra sensitive as you overstimulated him, his body quivering. His cock was released with a pop as you sat on his lap. You rubbed circles on your pretty little clit, mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape as you moaned his name over and over. “Bruceyyyy!! Nghhhh-” You squirted on his lap, the juices coating his abs and dick, the sunlight highlighting it. A loud noise jolted you from your post orgasm, Bruce had uncuffed himself from the headboard. He grabbed your plush hips, rubbing his thumbs over your skin. “Are you ready you fucking minx?.. I’ll make you cum so much you’ll be thinking of me over and over again..”

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It started off as a movie night, cuddling together on the couch while watching one of those cheesy rom-coms you oh loved so much. Bruce was already sitting on the couch, picking out the movie you wanted to watch. The aroma of popcorn wafted in the air, fresh butter invading your nostrils. “Doll, are you almost done?” Bruce shouted from the living room, smelling the buttery aroma of popcorn. “I'm going to be done soon! I’ll be there, like right now.” You grabbed the large glass bowl from the cabinet, popping the microwave door open taking the bag out. It was steaming hot when you tore it open, slightly burning your fingers. “Ow ow ow” You poured the popcorn into the bowl, discarding the empty brown bag. There was candy and drinks on the counter, grabbing all of them at once trying not to spill anything.

You appeared in the living room, clenching the bags of candy between your teeth while holding the bowl of popcorn and drinks. “Woah, you could've called me y’know.” Bruce stood up from the couch, grabbing the drinks and popcorn from your hands. You took the bags from your mouth, placing them on the coffee table. “Sorry- 'M just excited to have a movie night with you.”

You gave him a cheeky grin, looking into his eyes as you circled around to sit on the couch. The movie was pulled up on the TV, ready to watch. Bruce sat down in his spot, man spreading his legs while placing his arms on the cushions. You felt heat erupt throughout your body, if people could see steam coming out of someone's ears you would be fuming. Bruce looked up at you, waving his palm for you to sit on his lap. You complied, gently sitting down in front of him, grabbing the remote to start the movie.

It was Legally Blonde, one of THE best rom-coms in your opinion. The scenes brought back memories from when you would watch the movie over and over, recalling the next few moments or so. Your eyes felt slightly heavy, drifting closed as your head lolled back on his shoulder. Suddenly, there was a warm touch on your neck, jolting you awake from almost falling asleep. Bruce was sucking on your neck, leaving a small bite mark.

He moved down to your shoulder, leaving small hickies all over your skin, causing you to shudder from his touch. His hands were running up and down your waist, silently rubbing circles on your hips, kissing your earlobe. “Focus on the movie honey..” He whispered into your ear, nibbling on the outer part. Bruce kissed the marks he left on your skin, moving his hands up to your breasts, groping them like stress balls. He tugged on your nipples, feeling how hard they got from his touch. “Ah- Bruce!..” You tried so hard to focus on the movie, but his touch was distracting you physically and mentally. He bit down on the inner part of your neck, pleasure riding through your body. Bruce sucked on the love marks he left, chuckling to himself when he could feel your arching against him.

He lifted you up with his hands, turning your body to face him. Your face was flushed with heat, and your shirt was riding off your shoulder, showing the love marks he left. “S’ cute f’me.. Fuck, should leave more marks where everyone can see..” Bruce curled his hand around the back of your neck, initiating a kiss. He grunted when he felt your tongue slide into his mouth, moving his hands to grab your waist, leaning into your body. “Mm!” You moaned into Bruce’s mouth, feeling him touch your body everywhere, electric jolts of desire making you throb at the core. He broke the kiss, looking up into your eyes with dilated pupils, practically giving you heart eyes while he panted. “Huff- I, need you so fucking bad ma..” He caught your lips in another kiss, making you lean into his body, gripping the globes of your ass.

Bruce slapped one of your cheeks, making you squeal with desire. The movie was background noise at this point, not even bothering you guys because you were both too busy focusing on eachother. You tugged off your shirt, leaving you topless, your breasts slightly jiggling. His cock was half hard from the kiss, but you, oh god- you were the damn death of him. Here lies Bruce Wayne, dead from pussy! He bucked his hips up, prodding at your clothed pussy, begging you to take off your shorts. You giggled, grabbing the band of his sweatpants, yanking it down to release his cock. 9 inches was something you never thought you could take, well not until you met Bruce Wayne.. When he was soft, it was a good 4.7 inches, but when he was hard? It came to life in an instant, always ready to fuck you so damn good.

You slid your shorts down, Bruce helping you take them off. You were fully nude, adjusting your thighs around his. Your hand grabbed his shaft, lining the tip up to your hole. “Bruce, ‘m gonna ride you, ‘kay?” He felt his brain short circuit as you took all 9 inches slowly, his tip prodding and touching all your sensitive spots. You bottomed out, moaning from how full you felt. There was a visual tummy bulge from his dick, clenching around his length feeling every curve and vein touch your spots. You rode up a little bit, bouncing up and down trying to get off from his dick. “ Shit mamas… You're the reason “m gonna die- from your damn pussy..!” He grabbed your hips, making you leave only the tip in until he slammed back into you, bullying your cervix. “Fuuuckkkk!!!” You screamed as he continued to bully your poor pussy, reaching down to rub your clit, making an orgasm rip through.

Your legs were burning from the position but jeez- Bruce made you forget about it as soon as he prodded at your g-spot. “Mmm.. This spot, baby?” He continued to fuck you like crazy, moaning your name like a prayer. The combination of pre and slick ran down your thighs, making you feel like glue. Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum gonna- Bruce grunted loudly, spurts of creamy gooey cum filling your tight little pussy to the brim. “Bruceyyyyy… S’ full…” Your legs shook, another orgasm hit you out of nowhere, merging with his making your whole body wrack with shivers. You fell onto his front, leaning your head on his shoulder. Bruce rubbed the back of your head, kissing your cheek while praising you. “Did s’ good for me, oh the movie ended already? I’ll clean you up and we can watch another movie, okay?”

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A book was all it took for Bruce Wayne to fumble. Look, here's what happened. He was in the study of his manor, looking around the dusty shelves that haven’t been touched since he was a young man. His hands slid over the spines, wondering his eyes over a paper while slipping a book out of the case. Bruce assumed it was something that could help him, or so he thought.  He looked at the title, realizing that this would NOT help him. ‘10 ways to spice up your sex life!’ His breath hitched, eyes widening with shock as he looked down at the cover. “Ten ways to… Jesus-” He placed it down on his desk, making a mental note to place it back when he found the intended book, but the one he grabbed was gnawing at the back of his mind. Bruce tried to look around for what he needed, but he was only a man, abandoning the paper and immediately grabbing the other book. It was slightly dusty, with a little tear and wear all over. The pages were slightly torn, but he looked into the contents. Nothing caught his attention, not until he flipped to the back. ‘7: Coldplay! Best way to make both you and your partner aroused in no time. Many different ways to do this, but we’ll tell you this way. First, grab an ice cube and suck on it, let it melt in your mouth. Next, grab your partner and slide the ice around their body, nipples, clit, dick, stomach, thighs, etc. Then, either suck them off or eat them out, the coldness makes them feel chills yet pleasure. DO NOT TRY WITHOUT CONSENT.’

Bruce felt his dick rise from the dead, palming himself through his jeans trying not to get rock hard. “Son of a bitch.. ‘M gonna have to try this with her- Shit! ” He was rubbing the tip through the fabric, heavy fat drops of pre leaking down his shaft making a damp spot on his briefs. He tried, like really tried, but with you on his mind and what he just read? No chance he wouldn’t be hard . The familiar sound of the door took him back to reality, you were home. “Bruceyyy? “M homee! Where are ya handsom-” He emerged from the study, looking you head to toe, ready to devour you. Your hair was in a cute curled style, a pretty lacy bow in the back. The dress was silky white, complimenting the tones of your skin while a large fur coat wrapped your shoulders. A charming pair of Taormina lace crystal embellished pumps adored your feet, the fresh pedicure you got matching with the heels.

“Baby? Are you okay?” You rushed over to his side, the clicky clack sounds of your pumps on the tile echoing off the walls. You placed the back of your hand on his forehead, feeling how hot he was. You were prey, walking right into Bruce’s trap. His hand gently grabbed your wrist, pulling it down to hold his jaw while he nuzzled his nose into your palm. “I’m fine, bun. How was your day- No, let’s, huff- let's talk in my study.” He led you in, shutting the door with his foot. Bruce backed you against the door, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss. He groaned, tasting hints of cherry and vanilla on your sweet plump lips, your favorite lip gloss that he loved to taste. Your mind was starting to fog, you thought he wanted to hear about your day but he had other plans for you.. He grabbed the fur coat off your shoulders, throwing it on a chair nearby. Bruce broke the kiss, a silvery string of saliva connecting the two of you. Your lipgloss was smeared, hair slightly messy from the impact, and most importantly, you were horny.

“Bruceeee.. Y’ get me so needy.. Hngh-” He unzipped the dress from behind, letting it cascade down your body to become a pile of fabric on the floor. “Can I try something with you sweets?.. It’ll make you feel so good. .” Bruce lifted your legs off the floor, wrapping them around his thick waist. He leaned into the crook of your neck, taking a deepppp whiff of your perfume, biting on your pulse point making you whine. You bucked your hips into his waist, trying to get a sense of relief. “Yes yes yes.! Just- make me come, okay?..” He felt every ounce of self control diminish as he placed you on his desk, looking at the matching set you wore underneath. Your eyes were glimmering with desire, eyebrows slightly scrunched as you waited for him to make a move.

He slid the drawer open, grabbing the black blindfold he kept there for safety measures. “You're gonna be blindfolded bunny, is that okay with you.? I’ll stop any time, just say it.” You nodded, eager with desire to be blindfolded, only having Bruce lead you through the darkness. “Use your words princess.” “ Yes, Bruce ..” He wrapped the fabric around your eyes, tying a knot in the back.

His hands massaged around your body, unclasping your bra from behind letting your boobs be revealed. They were slightly jiggly, with deep pink colored nipples that were already hard from the chill of the air . Your body heat rolled off like waves from a radiator, adding warmth to the atmosphere. The sound of a drink being poured into a glass full of ice was heard in the background, Bruce grabbing it to drink. He sipped on the whiskey, letting an ice cube slide into his mouth. Your hands were clenching the edge of the desk, knuckles white from how antsy you were . He leaned down, the coldness of the ice rubbing your nipple eliciting a gasp from you. “Ngh! Bruce, it's so- cold!” A chill ran down your spine as he relentlessly attacked your nipples with the ice cube, letting the melted water drip down his jaw right onto the plush of your thighs.

You reached out to grip on his shoulders, needing to stabilize as he pleasured you. Bruce moved down to your stomach, letting the cube kiss your belly button, slowly melting from the heat of your body. His cock was practically hard and ready to fuck you, but he’ll put your first before him. The ice was sitting in between the two rows of his teeth, water dripping down his chin splattering right onto your body. He reached your pussy, spreading your thighs open as stringy slick stuck your flesh together like adhesive. Your clit was puffy, slightly twitching because you were clenching around nothing . Bruce swallowed the ice, shoving his face right in between your thighs, the cold of his tongue making you quiver. “Ahh! Fuck fuck fuck-”

He was drinking your juices like a mad man, acting as if hes been in the sahara and you were his only source of water. Your hands connected with his scalp, tugging at the roots of hair grinding your needy little clit on his nose. “Darlin’ you taste s’ gud f’me..” He was muffled, maw covered in love juices while he made you come from his mouth. The cold made a fire light up in your stomach, being turned on more with the blindfold. He bit the inside of your thighs, sucking on the plushness of your flesh, leaving red and purple marks all over. Your legs were shaking, practically cumming all over his nose as he grazed over your clit again. His tongue was ruthless, shapes letters numbers symbols, all drawn over your soppy sticky folds, letting it prod into your tight ring of muscle. Your back arched off the desk, screaming as you came. “Bruceeeeee!!!” Your whole body was shaking, the blindfold hiding how your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You gave out, almost dropping to the floor if he didn’t catch you with his hands. “I gotcha. Let's try this again, yea?” Bruce was grinning with delight, his cock about to rock you for round 2. “Gonna make you feel s’good f’me..”

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Unfortunately, your day started off with an awful start . The sight you would be greeted with wasn’t there, a hunk of yummy candy right next to you that would warm up the bed had vanished. Bruce was on a business trip, working in a completely different state from Gotham, meaning he would be busy without you. You sighed, looking at the empty spot that would’ve been filled. The sun was shining brightly, forming rays of light through the heavy clouds that covered Gotham.

11:28 A.M. you read the clock on the side, realizing it was somewhat earlier than you expected. You got out of bed, shuffling around for your slippers on the floor, grabbing your robe from the hook near the door. The hallways echoed as your footsteps thudded against the floors, entering the kitchen to see nothing made. Your mood was a little more down than usual, seeing how Bruce would always be up and about making breakfast for the two of you, just to see a cold empty room. “Wish he was here to make breakfast.” You mumbled out loud, walking towards the counter thinking about breakfast. A warm cup of tea and croissants would help your mood, for now.

An aroma of fresh tea brewing filled the air, along with the faint scent of a croissant: the warm feeling helped your mood. You munched on your croissant, the tasty flaky bread satisfying your hunger. The tea was sweetened to your liking, a dash of sugar and milk eased the bitterness, making it somewhat bittersweet. Gotham looked better than before, the streets filled with busy people running around to get where they needed. Sunlight shined through, making it look inviting, a different contrast from the cold dark Gotham. You sighed, tapping your fingers on the dining table, looking at the clock. 12:12 A.M.

Time was moving so slow without Bruce, so you decided to busy yourself. The outside of his manor was quite luxurious, a large pool decorated with black and white tile, forming a mosaic that made the water glisten. You stood in awe, admiring how beautiful his house was from the outside. A small detail caught your eye, the addition that made you gasp out loud, a sauna! It blended right in with the rest of the back yard, setting in a nearby corner. Your legs registered before your brain did, walking towards the sauna without hesitation. There were towels nicely folded on the small bench, a small embroidered B.W. in the corner signifying it was his. You took off your robe, letting it drop on the stone tiles. Your nightgown followed quickly, a pile of fabric laying at the bottom of your feet. You grabbed the towel, wrapping it around your body snugly tucking the piece in. Your breasts were showing off from the tight hold of the towel, making you blush . The sauna was set up to a specific temperature, steam releasing from the room as the door was pushed open. It was hot, but quickly soothed your body of muscle aches and sores from previous weeks, a loud sigh escaping your mouth. The steam did its job, making you sweat buckets as it detoxified all your stress out. You felt so much lighter, the high temperature of the sauna and the peaceful sounds of your breathing relaxed your mind.

It looked like it was getting late, so you decided to leave the sauna. The sun had started to dim in the sky, the look of clouds filling its role covering the bright star. It faded along with the blue hues, light and pacific blues mixing together, making the scene all tied together. You grabbed your pile of clothes from the floor, heading back into the manor. Your footsteps padded on the floor, reaching the shared bedroom of you and Bruce.

“Hmm, I’ll take a bath for now.” Water began to fill the bathtub, rising to the top within minutes as you grabbed what you needed. A bag of citrusy lemon bath salts were poured into the water, making the clear liquid milky. Your phone was sitting on top of the pile of clothes you bought, a notification sounding through the air. Bruce texted you, asking to call. His contact lit up with the background being a picture of you and him, the slide to answer button vibrating. You answered his call, the loud noise of your background making him intrigued. “Hi Bruce- sorry ‘m running a bath right now.” You turned off the water, sliding into the warmth breathing out a sigh of relief.

“You're taking bath sweets? How come?” He was in the driver's seat of his car, on his way back home, keeping it a secret to surprise you. Bruce was breaking every single speed limit, eager to see your skin covered in the soapy bubbles your bath had, resting your head on the top exposing the sight of your neck. His dick was already rising in his trousers, making a large tent in the front. “Oh, I was in the sauna. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw it! It was so relaxing, I practically sweat all the stress out of my body. You should do it with me Bruce, it’ll relieve your body..” You swashed the water around with your legs, lifting them to look at them in the light.

“Baby I’m home..” You gasped, looking at the bathroom door seeing Bruce standing there, panting with his hair slightly out of place. He hung up the phone, placing it on the counter as he took in the sight of your body. “I- Bruce! You should’ve told me earlier!” Your face was turning cream pink, sinking down in the water to wallow in your embarrassment. “Sorry darlin’ just couldn’t help m’self..”Bruce removed his suit and tie, zipping down his pants to reveal his black Calvin Klein boxers. There was a large tent that popped out in the front, making you shudder with nervousness. He took his briefs off, revealing the 9 inches of manhood that made your world spin.

Bruce moved towards you, your body shifting so he could slide into the water. He grunted, feeling the warm feeling of your back pressed up to his front, his raging boner rubbing against the curve of your ass. “ Fuuuck- Please, don’t move so- suddenly..” He whispered into your ear, feeling his length throb as you shifted against him. “I’m sorry, I just, need to adjust .” You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder looking up into his lidded chocolate eyes.

He rested a hand on the front of your stomach, moving his thumb towards your clit, gently rubbing tight circles on the pretty little bud. “Hah! Bruce you little..” Your mouth was forming an ‘o’ shape as he continued to rub, stopping to lift you up so he could slide his cock between your thighs. Bruce rubbed his length in between your thighs, stimulating your folds while rubbing circles on your clit. “Hngh! T-too much..! Huff-” You arched off his front, flashes of white blinding your vision while you mewled his name. “Fuck fuck shit-” Bruce rutted his hips up and down, the friction of your thighs making him feel the edge of his orgasm beginning to come. The water was flowing up, splashing the tile of the bathroom from the two of you moving around. He felt it coming, like a moth to a flame, his hands connected with your breasts while he was about to splurt. “Such a pretty girl, making me all worked up and horny- Sh-shit!” White ropes of cum mixed with the bath water, your second orgasm following behind making your eyes roll back. You both moaned at the same time, resting against the porcelain of the bathtub recovering from orgasming. “Hope I wasn’t away too long..”

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Maybe the world was cold, ruthless to people who tried their best in life, especially to you. You were born a bunny, floppy ears with a small fluffy tail at your bottom, mostly standing out from most species. There were many different hybrids out in the world, but somehow bunnies stood out the most due to their size and ears. The attention wasn’t harsh enough to make you cower and hide, but sometimes the gazes were a lot to handle , luckily people in Gotham never seemed to care much.

You walked into your workplace, immediately seeing one of your employees. “Hey fluffy! Listen, I need you to pretty pleaseee take over my shift. I’m going out with the gals and I already covered what I needed, pleaseee!” Your worker gave her big puppy eyes, making her lips pout as she waited for your response. “Ok, fine.. I’ll cover you but you have to pay back the favor, okay?” The two of you locked pinkies, swearing upon your hearts that she would repay the favor. “Eeek! Thank you so much babes love ya!” She gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before running out of the building, going into a different direction. You chuckled, realizing how childish she was but it was cute.

The list of work wasn’t as hard, you worked as a florist in a small known shop near the corner. People come and go, most buying bouquets or flowers for loved ones. On occasion, a man or two decided to flirt with you, but you turned them down knowing that your mind wasn’t really set on dating, well not until you really feel comfortable. Today, your tasks were to make three bouquets for special occasions, clean the storage, and to sweep the floors.

The ding of the bell brought you back, making you look up. “Hi. I, can I get a bouquet of red roses tied together in black ribbon?” You tapped the screen, calculating how much his order was. “Yes of course, how many roses would you like?” There was a silent pause, the sound of breathing awkwardly filling the gap. “50, please. Could you also make sure they smell fresh?” He took out his leather wallet, shuffling through the cards to place a black American Express card on the counter. You caught a glimpse of the name ‘Bruce Wayne’ embedded into the card, where have you heard of this name?.. “I’ll make them extra fresh for you. It’s $85.27.” Your eyes were focusing on his ears, big wolf ears that twitched at the slightest movement. Wolves were known for their keen sense of smell, hearing, speed, and breeding. He handed the card to you, watching the titanium slide through the machine, a small beep approving the transaction. “Thank you so much- Here, drop these off at this address around 5:30 P.M. I’ll be waiting, fluffy..”

He gave you a subtle smile, turning around and walking out the door. Your face was heating up like a tea kettle, the way your nickname rolled off his tongue made your thighs clench with need . “Oh my goodness..” The loud sound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, a slight thump of your foot against the wooden floors bringing you back to reality. Right, focus.

Your hands got to work, stripping the thorns off the stems making them prickly free. You cut them at an angle, placing together different ranges to make it look aesthetically appealing. The first bouquet was done, a pink and white tulip bouquet with baby’s breath placed in between. 1:36 P.M. Three bouquets were finished within a matter of time, leaving you to clean the storage and to sweep the floors. In the back, storage wasn’t always easy to clean. There were always random items placed inside, or withered petals from previous flowers sitting on the shelves. You managed to remove every misplaced item and cleaned up the petals, losing track of time in the small room. The sun was still shining, but the sky looked gloomy, like the Gods were punishing Gotham. Today wasn’t as moody, but the sky thought otherwise, rain trickling down onto the streets. 3:45 P.M. Last task was to sweep the floors. Thankfully, the floors were never that dirty. Usually, there are some dried up flowers on the floor or scraps of ribbon strewn around. You sweeped, hearing the door open as customers came in to pick up their bouquets.

There was the bouquet of roses you had to deliver, a small note written with an address on top, in neat handwriting. 4:28 P.M. It wasn’t five yet, but it never hurt to be earlier right? You grabbed the roses along with your keys, turning off the lights and flipping the open sign to close, shutting the door behind. The rain was starting to become heavy, forcing you to sprint towards your car. The door opened with a click, the pitter patter of rain against your windshield blurred your vision. It was warm in the small space, special warming built in as soon as you got in. The drive towards the address felt shady, seeing how the road disconnected into a pathway of pine trees, followed by a black iron gate at the end. Your car approached the gate, expecting to put a code in or something, but it automatically opened..

The house was gigantic, a gothic architectural manor surrounded by a huge driveway, a fountain being the centerpiece. Never, in your entire life would you think you would be driving to this sort of house. You placed the gear shift into park, turning off the engine and opening the door to get out. You ran towards the house, looking at the outside, it was so.. empty . There were no signs of anyone else, except a few black cars parked neatly throughout. I n your mind, alarm bells rung signaling you to get out, to turn around and get the fuck out of here, but you were always determined. The bouquet laid in your hand, a beautiful case of 50 roses with black fabric surrounding it. Figuratively, your heart almost came out of your ass when you heard the large door creak open, the small knock you thought wasn't hard enough managed to pry open the antique door.

Inside, the decorations and interior were absolutely beautiful, keeping the gothic vibe with variations of furniture. Your eyes were bulging out of your sockets, amazed with how big the inside was, hearing your footsteps pad against the marble tile. “Hello? Is there a Mr.Wayne here?” You shouted out loud, your voice bouncing around the walls, hearing no reply but empty silence. The rain slightly dampened your fur, making your floppy bunny ears heavier than usual. Then, a wave of musky cologne hit like a brick, the air stained with an intense aroma. “Bunny?.. You- shit! You can't be here bunny, or I'll hunt you down… ” His voice boomed throughout the manor, making your heartbeat pump kicking in your fight or flight mode.

Before you could register, your feet were already picking up, dashing towards a room near the hallway. You shut the door behind you, sliding down the wood to block him from coming in. Your hand clamped down on your mouth, trying to silence your breathing, focusing on the pitter patter of his footsteps. They were getting quieter, but then a loud boom was heard. You covered your eyes with your floppy ears, praying that he wouldn’t find you. It was too late, the door sprang open making you tumble out on the floor, looking directly at his face. “Found you…” His ears were bigger and more alert, he looked more hot, handsome, fucking delicous. He grabbed you gently off the floor, throwing your body over his shoulder like a potato sack.

His smell, it was addicting like a drug to your mind, making you feel all hot and needy . “Wait, hah- P-put me down! Please Mr.Wayne-” “Bruce. Call me by my first name, please.” He reached the master bedroom within seconds, throwing you onto the plush sheets on his bed. His smell made you clench around nothing, your panties dampened, forming a wet spot . “Bunny.. I could smell your scent ever since I entered that damn shop.. You looked so cute.” Bruce grabbed your ankles, sliding you down to the edge of the bed, making butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Please bunny, can I?” He leaned down towards your stomach, looking at your eyes for consent. “Yes, Bruce..” He was rock hard, lengthy dick pumping precum through his briefs, growing even more at the sight of your body . His hands removed your shoes, ripping your pants to shreds with his strength. He was blessed with the sight of your panties, cute lacy pink ones with a pink bow sitting on top. You shivered at the sudden chill, closing your thighs to prevent the coldness creeping up your thighs. Bruce placed his hands on top of your plushy thighs, holding them open as he looked down at his meal .

The fingertips of his hands yanked your panties down, face moving in to lick a long wet stripe down your pussy. “Hngh! B- Sensitive!..” You mewled, clenching the sheets with your paws, trying to stabilize your body. He growled into your folds, sending shocks of desire through your core, making you arch off the bed. He was devouring you, long licks of your slick fulfilling his thirst. He flicked your bud, making you come instantly. “Oh shitttt.. Bunny, couldn’t hold it in anymore?” He chuckled, grinding his boner against the mattress. You could come from his voice alone, panting as you tried to recover from your blissful orgasm. He nipped at the inside of your thighs, leaving a large bite mark with his fangs, sucking on the delicate skin making a purple spot. He sucked on your thighs, practically eating you up without hesitation, making you shake with desire. “Please Brucey.. Put it in..” Your hips bucked into his face searching for any hint of touch, trying to get off on him.

His mind crumbled in an instant, standing up to look at your body. You’ve removed your hoodie, leaving your top in a cute matching bralette, the same tiny bow on top. His hands latched onto your boobs, feeling the hard buds through the fabric, groaning at the squishy flesh. “You're perfect, so damn perfect bunny… ‘M gonna have to knock you up with my seed now, do I?..” He removed his cock from his boxers, the sight of a hot cherry red tip dripping with precum, making his shaft glisten. He was a whopping 11 whole inches, the sight of his length hitting the top of his defined abs, a sticky mess of pre rubbed onto his stomach. You gasped, realizing how much of a monster he was, with his large ears and sharp fangs, but his dick? R.I.P to you, cause of death from Bruce Wayne's dick! He leaned down slowly, opening your thighs to show your meaty pussy.

He spat on your clit, leaving a wet glob that dripped down your slit, making you moan. “Nghhh- Put it in already, pleasee!” You were sobbing, tears running down your cheeks, you were running off the feeling of need and pleasure. “Bun.. Don't cry, please.” He rubbed the flaming red tip onto your pretty little clit, using his spit and your slick to lube his shaft. He lined his dick up with your hole, thrusting all 11 inches in slowly. “Ohhh- You gotta relax f’me..” Your body was on fire, the feeling of being stuffed with his massive cock made you almost pass out. Your mouth breathed his name like a mantra, repeating the same word like there was nothing else in your brain besides him. He moved forward, the tip kissing your cervix sending chills down your spine. Bruce grunted, pulling back leaving only his tip in, jolting forward to feed you all 11 inches.

“Fuuuckkk!!!” You cried from the sensation, his hips fucking you like there was no tomorrow. Your bones were clattering from how rough he could fuck, pleasure and pain frying your brain. You came around his dick, clenching the sides of his length . “Hahh– Just came f’me? Oh good girl.. ” He started to speed up his pace, fucking your body into the mattress, his fingers leaving crescent moon marks on your thighs. He leaned down towards your boobs, ripping off your bra and throwing it behind him. He gripped one thigh while using the other one to stimulate the bouncy breasts, sucking and nipping on one of your nipples while rubbing the other one. His thrusts were getting sloppier, maw open heavily panting . Bruce felt it coming, placing his hands next to your head as his hips met yours. “Bruce Bruce Bruce! “M cumminggg-” He groaned loudly, plopping down to bite you on your pulse point, a mark meaning that you were his . The combination of your orgasms left both of you breathless, needy for each other in a deep sense. You looked up into his big milky eyes, grabbing his face with your hands, kissing his lips. Your kiss was basically the signal that made him reharden, the feeling of his tip spurting deep ropes of cum into your womb, his knot plugging your pussy to prevent anything leaking. “Guess your mine forever now, bunny.”

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You were reading a book on the couch, the background playing your favorite music setting a mood. The lights were dim, the warmth making your skin bask in the light. Page after page, you felt yourself focus on only the book, not realizing that Bruce was approaching you. “Bun?” You flinched, looking up from the book to look at Bruce. “Hi baby! I, sorry, just got caught up while reading.” You flipped the corner of the page, making a temporary bookmark on where you were as you placed the book onto the coffee table. His eyes wandered to your hands, looking back up towards your face.

“Can I try something with you, baby? I need your full consent .” He leaned down onto his knees, gently grabbing your palms, rubbing circles on the lines engraved into your skin. “Yes Bruce, you have my full consent . What did you want to do?” Your eyes were full with wonder and confusion, slightly mixed about what he wanted to do. Bruce slightly smirked before grabbing your wrist, leading you away from the living room to the master bedroom.

Before you could register, he lifted your body up with his arms and gently placed you on the bed, the warmth of his skin rubbing onto yours. “Lay on your back sweets.” You laid down, looking up at the ceiling waiting for Bruce to say something. He caressed your soft skin, moving his palms up towards your shirt lifting the fabric. Your cute wobbly breasts slightly jiggled as he lifted the shirt up, his mouth connecting with one of your nipples . “Hngh! B-Bruce! Ohhhh..!” You shouted with pleasure, feeling his hot tongue work your body to ecstasy. Your nipples were perky, basically little pebbles as Bruce tugged on them with his teeth, groaning at the sensation. You arched up into his body, feeling his muscles grind against your skin making the pleasure multiply.

His cock was hard from the sounds of your moans and whines, grinding it against your thigh to get off while he pleasures you. “Fuck- Dirty little slut for me… Taste so damn good..” Bruce bit down onto the wobbly flesh, leaving a fresh mark on your skin. You were lost in the haze of pleasure, mouth slightly gaping, eyes lidded, body shivering with delight . He kissed you hard and rough, taking the advantage of your moan by slipping his tongue into your mouth . In the air, the sounds of wet sloppy kissing was heard, and it smelt oh so musky with the two of you. “Moremoremore fuckkkk..” He grinned, leaching onto your neck giving you a few hickies here and there.

His hands found the massage oil on the nightstand, eventually breaking away from your neck. Bruce snapped the lid open, drizzling the fluid onto your body like you were a dessert . His hands rubbed the oil around, circling around your nipples making you extra sensitive. “Ohh!” You felt like your body was drowning in pleasure, the oil making your skin warm up quickly.  Bruce placed his fingers onto your pajama shorts, yanking down your panties in one go. The sight of your slick covering your pussy made him feral, his mind foggy with filthy thoughts. He nudged your legs apart, looking at the strings of arousal between your thighs.

“Gonna make this cute little pussy squirt f’me, ‘kay?” He shoved two fingers into your sopping hole, the girth making you mewl. “Nghhhh- Oh shit..! Bruceeyyy!” His fingers fed you deliciously, the feeling of being stuffed by his hand making you wetter. You bounced up and down as he fingered you, curling his finger tips to reach your g-spot, making everything around you go black. Bruce felt his mind race, messy thoughts of you filling every little space in his brain. A powerful intense orgasm ripped through you, making every mini nerve inside light up as your erotic moans echoed off the walls. Bruce removed his fingers, playing with your clit to make you teeter on the edge, his other hand placed on the lower of your stomach. He slid three fingers into your tight cunnie, curling to press your g-spot over and over.

“Ah! Ah! I- ‘M gonna squirt!” The hot gushing stream of clear liquid hit Bruce on his face, running down his shirt making a dark trail . You were shaking, the sensation of squirting numbing your senses, the intensity making your brain shut off. He laughed, his cock rubbing the inside of his pants. “Not done with ya, slut..” Bruce felt all 9 inches throbbing at the sight of you, the warm chill of the air caressing his length making a hiss rip out of his mouth.

He slapped the tip onto your clit, making you whimper from the feeling. Your poor little cunt was still sensitive from before, everything in your body lighting up with fire . His tip slid down to your ass hole, the bright cherry red contrasting to your skin making him become even harder. It ripped you into two pieces, the burning feeling of his cock ramming into your tight hole made you quiver. “Bruceeeee!!” He thrusted inch after inch into your ass, your walls clenching around his dick making him groan. “Oh baby- Gonna make me fill you up with my cum.!” Bruce fed you all 9 inches, thrusting into you as he felt the warmth of your walls. His thrusts got sloppier, his balls twitching feeling the orgasm about to hit. “Comingcomingcoming..!” The heat of his cum filling you up made you squirt, your orgasms colliding together . His cock slid out of your hole, fresh cum dripping onto the bed sheets. His fingers stuffed the cum that came out of you, grabbing a cute heart shaped plug from the drawer. Bruce slid it into your hole, making you hold his cum until he said so . “This time, squirt in my mouth okay sweets?”

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March was basically spring all month right? Well, no, not really. The sweltering heat of the sun made you irritated all day, but the sight you were met with made it worth it. Bruce was walking around the manor shirtless, pacing back and forth through the hallways. His body was adored with sweatpants, the outline of his cock made your pussy clench. He was on a business call with one of his clients, those cute nerdy glasses laying on top of his nose bridge. His eyebrows were slightly scrunched up from the call, a lingering tone of frustration under his voice making your thighs clench. It was a picture perfect moment with the way his pecs were slightly shining with sweat sent off horny alerts in your mind.

He hung up, relieving a sigh of irritation, focusing his attention on you. “Hi doll.. Sorry, just, irritated..” Bruce felt his mood lighten up seeing you, an oversized shirt of his that drooped down to your thighs. You smiled, gesturing for his hand. “Let me relieve you, okay charming?”

Your hand guided him through the hallways, leading to the master bedroom. You kissed him softly, rubbing his toned abs while backing him up against the bed frame. Bruce fell back with a slight ‘oof’ on the plush duvet, the softness making his body relax. Your face was filled with desire, the clear look of gears grinding inside your head made Bruce feel needy. “B, can I, do something on you?..” He looked up at your gaze, a smirk growing on his face, his head nodding in agreement. “Yes princess, what’re you going to do?..”

Your hands caged his head, lips connecting with his in no time, making his palms wrap around your hips. You grabbed his hands, placing them above his head while you distracted him with the kiss. There was a pretty pink silk tie underneath your pillowcase, your fingers reaching for it, holding his hands down with the other. It looped under his wrists, tying both arms above his head with the silk, a cute bow to restrain him. You broke the kiss, looking down at his frame.

“Jeez.. How did I manage to get so damn lucky with ya Brucey?” The drawer opened with a clunk, you grabbed the red cherry candle and tiny pink bud vibrators showing them to Bruce. “You are not doing this to me bun, unless you want to be punished. .” He gave you a look, seeing if you would back down or not. Well, he knew you weren’t going to anyways.. A matte black lighter on the stand was in your reach, the flames lighting the wick emitting a sweet cherry aroma. The wax slowly melted in the jar as you set it aside, you slipped down his sweatpants revealing his girthy cock. “Oh how cuteeee.. All pretty for me!” You squealed at the sight of dripping pre and throbbing veins, a flaming red tip pulsing for attention.

His balls were large and heavy, full of cum for you to milk. “C’mon angel.. Stop teasing me- please..” His words were whimpered, the cold AC compared to the relentless heat outside made him shiver. You slid a cute red cock ring around his base, making Bruce shake.The pink vibrators were placed onto his tip, contrasting differently from his tip color. You clicked the button, the vibrators buzzing making Bruce moan. “Ah- ohhh..!”

It increased settings, the powerful vibrations making his length twitch with need, a heavy need to breed you with his cum. Bruce was bucking his hips up into the air, the sight of you watching him made his horniness rise within seconds, hell he was practically on the verge of splattering cum on his abs. “I’ll take these off, ‘kay?” His glasses were removed from his face, the view of you wearing them made him shake with pleasure, like a moth to a flame he tried to grind against your thigh. You acted quickly, caging his large thighs with your strapping legs making him unable to escape the vibrations. From your vision, he looked so fucking yummy in your eyes it made you throb, your pussy leaking with slick.

“I almost forgot about the candle…” You grabbed the glass jar from the stand, watching the red liquid slosh around with your movements. It was tilted, the wax dripping onto Bruce's nipples and abs made him groan. “Shitshitshitshi-” He came, wet spurts of cum shot onto his abs and you, making a cute hot mess. “Fuck you really know how to turn me on..” The wax was solidifying on his skin, your hands rubbing his sensitive nipples making his body shake. He moaned, his tip throbbing from the overstimulation. It was basically pornography to your mind, red wax on his nipples and abs, with his dick being attacked from vibrators. Your fingers reached down towards your clit, rubbing tight circles on your pretty little clit while Bruce shook from the vibrators. “Letmetouchyoupleasepleaseplease..!” You rubbed your folds on his length, the combination of slick and cum made you quiver. The both of you were cumming at the same time, cum running down his shaft mixing with your slick made the room fill with whines. You turned off the vibrators, watching Bruce try to readjust. Riiippppp. “Oh your fucking next you little whore..”

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Y’know when you get that sickly feral need to just go to town on someone? Well, it’s happening to Bruce.

Today was special, he was going to surprise you with so many damn gifts it would make your head spin. The day called for pampering and shopping, along with a nice dinner date for the two of you, super cute right? Time flowed by like water, gleaming sunlight that warmed your skin turned into the frigid chill of the night. Stars were gleaming through the black cloak, like little dots that told a story every night. Bruce’s manor showed every single detail of Gotham, one of your favorite parts of the house.

“Doll are you finished?” He appeared at the door frame, looking to see if you were done getting ready. Oh, you looked so fucking beautiful to Bruce, he couldn’t stop staring at your face. “Hmm? Oh B! ‘M almost finished just oneeee seconddd..” You clasped the back of your earrings on your earlobe, the sparkly crystals dangling made the light shine on them. Your gaze looked up at him, smiling at how he put the time in to get ready. Bruce had already spoiled you with a cute necklace, the back of the piece being engraved with ‘Wayne’ to show you were his. “Brucey? Your staringgg..” He zoned back into reality, smiling at your beautiful appearance. The dress he chose for you fit you perfectly, the backless design was suited for you, and the deep neckline? Basically all dolled up for him to eat..

“Let’s go love. I’ll grab your bag, okay?” You nodded, spraying perfume on your pulse points before checking the mirror once more. Bruce was starting the engine of his black mercedes, the loud rev telling reminding you to get in the car. Your high heels clacked against the floorboards of the manor, rushing towards the car in the front. He was patiently waiting for you on the passengers side, smiling as he saw you come out. You were about to open the door yourself but Bruce interrupted you. “Please, allow me.” He opened the door, letting you slide into the car while he closed your side.

He slipped into the driver's side, placing his hands onto the wheel. “Are you ready for tonight, handsome?” You smirked, rubbing your hand on his thigh, slightly teasing him. He tensed at the sudden contact, a small fire being lit inside his stomach, his mind taking a mental note. Bruce’s hand slid down to yours as he drove, mindlessly rubbing circles on the back of your hand while he drove, focusing on the road. A soft playlist you made for nights like these was playing, the song ‘Rearrange My World’ by Daniel Caesar coming on. You hummed the lyrics while admiring the streets of Gotham, how it wasn’t the best city but had its moments where everything was peaceful and okay made it special to you. Tonight was so serene, maybe it could’ve been like this all the time .

“Bun we’re here.” Bruce tapped your palm, looking at your face when you realized. A cute shocked expression made him smile, he took you to your favorite restaurant. Coffee and Champagne was a special restaurant that laid in your heart, you went there on special occasions with family or friends, but recently your time was occupied with life. “Bruce! I, oh my gosh this brings back so many memories..” You got out of the car, letting the sudden flood of memories come right back into your mind as you stared at the building. “Hope you enjoy it m’love, wanted to make this extra special for you.” He grabbed your hand, leading you into the entrance.

The employee smiled at both of you, guiding you towards a table under the light. You both sat down, having a conversation about what to order, but then a small fire in Bruce’s stomach grew. Your heel was rubbing his calf, the fabric stopping you from teasing his skin. He gave you a serious look before returning to the waiter, giving your orders. They walked away, making you slide your foot onto his thigh, the flames blazing higher and higher . He grabbed your ankle, stopping you from rubbing him when the waiter arrived with your food. “ Watch. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be begging for it, sweets…” Your face flushed with heat, his words being sent straight down to your cunt, the arousal dampening your panties. You sipped on the champagne that Bruce bought for the both of you, sending him a dangerous look before continuing on with your meal. He finished his meal, calling the waiter over for the check. Your dish was nearly finished, your stomach being full from the food. “I can’t wait to see what you do tonight, ‘m just itching to know..”

That was his last moment before the flames burned inside him, he placed a hefty stack of bills on the check and dragged you out of there, walking towards the love hotel near the corner.

You struggled to keep up with his pace, so he picked you up bridal style , walking into the hotel. “Hi. Can I get your most expensive room please?” You grabbed his wallet, placing a couple hundred bucks on the counter, watching as the worker eagerly took it and handed him a key. Bruce practically ran to the room, giving you the key to unlock the door.

He closed it with his body, shifting your legs around his waist so he could kiss you. “Mmph.. Fuck. Dirty little thing teasing me like that in the restaurant? Oh just watch..” Bruce walked towards the bed , sitting on the edge while holding you in his arms, a sloppy make out session happening between you two . He laid down onto the mattress, your thighs locking around his torso, holding onto his inky black locks. You broke the kiss, panting to grasp a deep breath for your lungs.

“ Sit on m’ face doll..” He gripped your hips, squishing your body through the fabric of your dress. You gasped when Bruce practically tore your dress into shreds, revealing the cute floral black set you wore underneath to surprise him. If he wasn’t hard before, he is now. Bruce slapped your ass cheek, making you jolt forward near his face. “Bruce! I- I don’t wanna suffocate you..” You hid behind your hand, covering your embarrassment with your palm. “Baby. I can assure you, you're not going to kill me this way. Even if you did, that’s the best way to kill me.” He reassured you, gently rubbing your skin to soothe your mood. You took a lot of courage to move, but eventually did so. It was a sight to behold, the scene of your sex about to sit on top of his face was something that burned into his memory forever. You nervously hovered over his face, unsure if you really wanted to sit on it. “But Brucey..” You looked down into his eyes, watching as his pupils dilated, looking like giant hearts in an azure sea. He grabbed the fleshy globes of your ass, pulling you down to sit.

You screamed, feeling the wet muscle suck on your little bundle of nerves, his teeth grazing your soaked folds. Your juice dripped down into his mouth like a fountain, the liquid that cured his parched mouth. “Mmnghh..!!” He growled into your little hole, prodding at the ring of muscle with his tongue. Bruce’s taste buds were beautifully blessed by you, your whole body was a meal to him.

The first orgasm of the night ripped you into pieces, euphoria shining through mending it all back together. His hands groped your flesh, feeling you up and down as he rubbed the underside of your boobs. His fingers danced on the tips of your nipples, one hand grounding into your meaty thigh to balance your body. “Bruce! Oh fuck..! ‘Mcumminggg-!” You squirted right into his mouth, the juices of your slick and cum quenched his thirst, Bruce feeling himself leaking in his pants. Your thighs clenched his head tightly while you rode on his face, the bridge of his nose helping you stimulate your clit, jolts of pleasure riding through your body. Bruce sucked and licked on your poor cunt so much, the noises in the room were probably heard from other rooms. You got off his face, lying next to him while you tried to recover. “You taste better than anything in the world angel. Hope tonight was special enough for you, I love you to the moon and back.”

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Clark Kent, one of the top reporters in the world, sharing you with Bruce Wayne- excuse me ? It started off with you at work, texting your husband on break while you ate a quick snack. He was talking about one of his friends, a highly known writer that was currently visiting Gotham for an interview. That’s when you decided to be friendly, and suggested dinner with him to help and try to get along. Maybe that’s where things started to take a slight turn…

Bruce was hesitant at first, not being the hugest fan of sharing a dinner with his friend, but he agreed at last. Clark wouldn’t make a bold move right?..

As you got off work to start on dinner, the idea of making delicious roast potatoes and steak came to mind. You started off with chopping the potatoes into cubes, seasoning the chunks with salt, pepper, and garlic, then drizzled the pan with olive oil. The kitchen oven warmed up nicely as you opened the door, a warm heat wave hitting you quickly. Potatoes were done and needed to cook, now came the steaks.

This process was somewhat challenging, your brain overthinking about what Clark would like and what not so you asked Bruce. “Yes baby what’s wrong?” Bruce was in his office, cleaning his desk off and powering down everything in the building to go home while he listened to your voice. “Hi B. Sorry, just- listen what does Clark like for steak? I’m just- need to get it right for dinner or I’ll mess up and everything’s going to be ruined and ,” “Sweets. Calm down and take a breath, just please wait. I can reassure you that Clark likes anything on his steak and he doesn’t have any allergies, he’ll eat anything handed to him. Medium rare is perfect for the steaks. Pretty big guy if I do say so myself honey, just trust me- he will like anything you make so do not overthink it okay?” “I- okay. Thank you, handsome. Really need that right now.”

You took a breath, letting the calm moment resurface so you could continue with tonight and not stress out. The call ended with Bruce saying that he and Clark would be coming at the same time, his voice giving you reassurance one more time before hanging up. The small heartbeat in your chest faded into a calm beat, the feeling of being helped by Bruce made you calm down instantly . As you prepped the steaks with salt and pepper, the skillet was warming up waiting for you to place the meat in. It smelt fresh of food around the manor, the warmth bringing a welcoming feeling . “Oh the potatoes!” You grabbed the cute oven mitt from the hanger, sliding the door open to grab the pan of fresh roasted potatoes. The smell was heavenly, you smiled at your cooking and placed the pan on the counter to let it cool down. Sizzling brought you back to the skillet, the steak was seared on one side and you flipped it revealing the beautiful brown color. You added butter, thyme, and garlic into the pan letting the sauce infuse into the steak for a delicious flavor.

The door clicked open, and you heard voices. “Bun, are you here?” Bruce placed his coat on the chair and told Clark to follow him. “I’m in the kitchen!” The aroma of fresh steak wafted around in the air as Bruce and Clark walked in, your back turned to them as you watched the steak. “Good evening, Mrs.Wayne.” The heat turned off as the steak was perfectly cooked in the skillet, the butter basting the meat to make it extra juicy. “Please, no need to be so formal with me. Call me by my name.” You gave him a polite smile, looking at his eyes through his black rimmed glasses. “B, can you cut the steak and I’ll set the table? Would you both like to drink wine?” Your eyes flipped to both of them as they answered, being fine with wine.

The cabinet above the fridge was holding the wine, your fingertips barely grazing the handle. Clark stepped behind you, reaching the cabinet door and pulling out the bottle of Bordeaux, his front pressing down on your back. Bruce eyed Clark but didn’t say anything as he placed the meat on the plates, a slight smirk wiped on his face. You shuddered at the feeling, the layers of fabric separating skin to skin contact. “I’m sorry- didn’t mean to get so close..” He placed the Bordeaux onto the counter, adjusting his glasses while he stepped back. You awkwardly chuckled, pretending like it never happened and that your panties were not kind of damp.   “Dinners ready, both of you.” Bruce’s voice cut through the air, a shiver running down your spine going straight to your pussy . “Oh thank you Bruce..” You coughed to clear your throat as you walked towards the table, sliding the chair out to sit.

All of you sat down to eat, having a light conversation about work, the background playing your soft dinner playlist. “The food is delicious. I, you’re a really good cook Mrs.Wayne.” Clark complimented your skills , a slight blush washing over your features. The wine was definitely starting to catch up.. Bruce eyed you silently, then looked at Clark. They made a look that signaled something, their eyes diverting back to you. You felt your thighs clench together, why was the air so warm and sticky now?.. It smells like Clark’s cologne and Bruce’s scent, and arousal shoots through your body .

The dinner was abandoned as all of you fumbled around in the hallway, Bruce had his boner rubbing against your ass cheek while Clark was nipping at your neck. You moaned in ecstasy, the sound making them even harder. Clothes were strewn across the stairs, reaching up the floor of your bedroom. Clark took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand as he watched you on the bed. Bruce was taking his time, making out with you while he rubbed your nipples , the cold air making them harden.

“Mnghh! N-Need you both..” You panted under the kiss, Clark and Bruce chuckled as they watched you tremble with pleasure. Bruce took your mouth, slapping his cherry red tip on your cheek, the small dribble of pre on your face. “Oh bunny.. ‘M gonna fuck you so damn good..” Bruce shoved his cock into your mouth, hitting your gag reflex making you roll your eyes back. Clark was in between your thighs, lapping at the slick that coated your skin. “Taste soo good f’me ma..” Clark’s mouth was sucking and licking up all your juice, his long tongue prodding your hole making your arch . The pleasure was too much, too fast, too filling.

Your first orgasm felt like a train wreck, you convulsed as Bruce and Clark kissed and marked your body, bite marks and hickies littered your skin. “M cummmingg..!” Bruce released his load into your throat, the hot ropes of fresh cum making his tip sensitive. Clark was rutting against the sheets, his pretty pink tip leaving a wet spot on the bed.

“Oh fuck- Bruce, switch w’ me..” Clark could feel all 10 inches throbbing with need, his pink tip leaking with precum, as Bruce was shooting blanks into your mouth his cherry red color he slipped out of you. You were panting, your eyes heavily lidded from the pleasure. “Ngh- no more, pleasepleasepleasee !” Your body was flipped instantly, Bruce was lining his tip up to your pussy while Clark was about to abuse your mouth . They looked at eachother, and used your holes at the same time. “Hngh!” It made you feel so full, both holes being used like a fleshlight to their own will.

The heavy sounds of grunts and groans filled the room, it smelt like musky cologne and the sweet smell of your delicious pussy. “Milking me so good bunny- Fuckfuckfuckfuck ..!” Bruce sped up his pace, thrusting into your tight walls faster than before sending electric shocks through your body. Your eyes were rolled up into the back of your head, and you moaned around Clark’s base while he fucked your face. It was overwhelming, the feeling of having your holes filled with giant cocks, and Bruce was allowing it! “Ma- use your tongue f’me..” Clark was using your throat to his will, the tip twitching as he felt the edge of his orgasm about to burst. You licked the veins that ran up and down, another orgasm or two making your body shiver. The slick was lubricating Bruce’s dick, his thrusts sloppy and rough, he’s about to cum. “Gonna cum in this sweet pussy..” Bruce groaned, his hot load filling your womb to the brim, it was soooo damn hot.. Clark followed shortly after, his abs clenching as another load was released into your body, the taste of his cum was lingering on your tongue. You whined when they took out their dicks, shaking from the aftermath of your body. “Mm.. I’ll use your dicks next time..!”

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Alright, maybe this deal shouldn’t have been made, due to the fact you're getting pounded over and over without a break! Wait a minute what.

The date on your calendar read 31, you were ovulating and it felt like hell. Your pussy was leaking discharge so much it was a waterpark in your panties, the increased effect of your boobs was sensitive, and you had a higher libido. Jeez, you felt like a damn succubus trying to find a way to pass the feeling of wanting to be fucked down every single second, when a suggestion came to mind.

This called for a deal between you and Bruce, ‘First one to cum loses’ It was brilliant. Basically, if he came first, Bruce would tell you what you win. On the other hand, if you cum first, Bruce can do whatever he wants to you. You reached down into your purse, grabbing your phone to message Bruce. ‘Hey handsome. Wanna make a deal? Whoever cums first gets to do whatever the other person tells them, and if we both come at the same time we fuck all over again. Are you in baby?’ The text was sent, you could feel an explosion of butterflies erupt in your stomach, and your panties were drenched with discharge so much it felt like you came all over. ‘Oh sweetie, I’m in. Watch out when I come home..’

It took everything in you to not practically run to his workplace and fuck him right there infront of his workers, you were definitely gushing even more from what he said.

Your work was finished around 5:30 P.M. An intense craving nagged you, chocolate covered strawberries at your local bakery. It was a few blocks away from your workplace, so you said your goodbyes and walked down the street. The door opened with a jingle, the employee greeting you with a smile. “Hi! Can I buy a box of your special chocolate covered strawberries please?” The employee nodded their head, engaging in light conversation while they wrapped your box up. It came up to $15.55 for a dozen, and you happily swiped the card that Bruce gave you, his limitless credit card that he insisted you used. “Thank you.” Your hands grabbed the box as you walked out of the place, you wondered why these were so special , they look like regular strawberries? But it didn’t matter, you got your craving!

The sunset was blending in with the sky, Gothams weather being off and on with clouds or clear skies. You drove home in your car, jamming to ‘Someone To Call My Lover’ by Janet Jackson. Bruce’s manor was greeted with your car, parking in the garage and turning off the engine, grabbing the box of strawberries. You placed your keys into the bowl on the table, kicking off your boots near the entrance making yourself at home. As soon as you got into the master bedroom, your clothes were thrown into the laundry hamper and you wore a pink cami with booty shorts, the fabric doing an ok job of covering your ass.

Maybe it would make Bruce cum first…

The TV was playing your favorite show while you ate the chocolate strawberries, a bottle of chocolate syrup on the coffee table to help your cravings. “Mmph.. sooo good!” You were in heaven, the taste of the strawberries in your mouth making you feel so warm and tingly all over, you were on cloud nine. You focused all your attention on the food and show that you didn’t notice Bruce coming home. “Bunny? Bunnyyy .” His voice startled you, your head jolting towards the front entrance seeing him lean against the wall. You were in the middle of eating a strawberry, the chocolate smeared on the corner of your lips. “Brucey!” He chuckled as he saw you fumble to get up, practically running towards him for a hug. His strong forearms encircled the small of your back as you hugged him, your perky tits squished against his front. Bruce could tell the difference in your behavior, you were ovulating. Bruce’s lips connected with yours, the clash of tongue and teeth spurred him on, a semi boner growing.

The aphrodisiacs took a toll on your mind, you were needy for him, grinding against his dick for friction. He broke the kiss to look at your face, a string of saliva between your lips. “Dolly, are you horny f’me?.. So hot and eager for my cock aren’t ya..” You moaned quietly, his words going straight to your pussy. He bounced your legs up, clenching the underside of your thighs while he sucked on your collarbone. Bruce walked towards the couch, placing your soft delicate body on the plush cushions. He looked at you, a deep desire in his eyes sending signals through your mind. Bruce lifted your cami, the fabric making your perky breasts bounce, cute hard nipples that turned him on even more. You were clenching around nothing, the booty shorts you wore were adhesive with the slick between your thighs, what a fucking sight for Bruce.

“Bruce.. Need you so bad, daddy..” He smirked, fondling your boobs with his large hands, rubbing the tips of your nipples sending shivers down your core. Bruce grabbed the chocolate syrup from the table, flipping the cap open to drizzle chocolate on your body. You gasped at the cold sensation, Bruce made your breast covered in the sticky syrup, the air filled with arousal. He licked the substance off your body, his taste buds being blessed with the taste of sweetness. “Nngh..! T-too much B..” You writhed under his body, the weight of him pressing down on your lower making you unable to move. He was a beast unleashed, and you were prey to him, displayed on a platter right in front of him.

Your hands connected with his shoulders, trying to pry him off using your strength making him growl. “You're mine now baby.. Gonna make you cum first and breed you so full .” The whole point was to make Bruce lose, but who cares at this point… You mewled feeling his hands all over your body, his thick fingers sliding down towards your pussy. His fingers slid your booty shorts down, revealing the cute sight of your drenched panties . Bruce was rock hard by now because of you, his dick begging for attention. He dove in face first, nose buried in your panties making you even wetter. “Nooo! Take them off pleaseee!..” Bruce laughed, you were so desperate for his touch that the deal you made was completely erased from your brain, too horny to think. He pulled your panties off in one swift motion, the slick between your thighs glistening under the dim light, his hands pocketing the fabric into his pants for later.

His face connected with your clit, sucking and nibbling at the tiny little bud, making you shudder with pleasure. The wet sounds of your pussy and his tongue seemed to echo around the interior, his mouth trying to work you to an orgasm. A small part in your mind was nagging you to try and not cum, you tried your hardest not to. “Bunny.. not gonna cum so easily, huh?.. Guess I’ll just have to fuck you over and over again. .”

Bruce moved your body everywhere, fucking you on the kitchen counter, to the drawing room, on the dining table. You were two bunnies in heat. No protection, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally. It ended up in the bedroom, your poor body hunched over on the mattress, ass up face down into the pillows.

“Please Bruceee! I’m not going to cum unless you first!..” He was pounding you into the bed, his main goal of trying to make you cum was hard. Your body was really trying to not cum, from the feeling of his dick and his fingers rubbing your clit? You better win a prize for holding out so long. Bruce was faltering, it was late at night and you guys have been fucking for hours. His dick was ready for this challenge and he would NEVER give up . “C'mon baby? Wanna cum for daddy? I’ll give you the best orgasm ever.”

The relentless pace of his snapping hips against yours was insane, you were cockdrunk from his dick. You were cross eyed, drooling all over the sheets while he fucked you dumb. His fingers rubbed tight circles on your little clit, sending your body head first into pleasure.

“ Mhnooooooo !” You came all over his base, the slick making everything stickier and slippery. Your body was twitching, and Bruce was laughing behind you. “Finally came for daddy, huh? Guess I win bunny. I’m gonna breed you full of my cum and knock you up baby.. Wanna see your pretty little tits swell up with milk, and your belly will be all round and glowing for me ..” Bruce left your pussy for a split second, flipping you onto your back to fold you into a mating press. His thick thighs slapped against yours, the plap plap sound bouncing off the walls. It smelt like straight up pussy, the air was warm from the two of you. Bruce sped up his pace, his large breeder balls twitching with the need to knock you up . “Gonna cum into this sweet pussy, ‘kay pretty girl?..” He was thrusting into your hole, his length throbbing, his tip repeatedly kissing your cervix. “Oh Bruceyy!!” You came with him, his hot seed buried to the brim in your pussy, the combination of fluids creating a milky white ring around his base. Bruce groaned, he got off your body and laid on the side, snuggling your body into his. “Did so good for me darling. Hope you get pregnant..”

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Everyone knows about No Nut November, but what about Ass Up April ?.. Look, Bruce would may or may not do NNN but you, he was gonna torture you in the best way ever .

April 1, when it all started. “Doll. You wanna make a bet for the month?” Bruce walked into the bathroom, leaning on the doorway as you did your skincare. You were wearing a headband to prevent stray hairs from falling, and a green clay mask was on your face. It looked as if you were a zombie lol! “A bet? What kinda bet baby?” You were focused on cleaning up your face, making sure the clay didn’t get in your eyes or mouth. “Mm.. Well, what about Ass Up April? Like, I get to bend you over anytime I want and you get to come 24/7 .” “And what do I get in that B.” Your eyes were looking at his figure in the mirror, seeing how smug he looked talking about this bet like it was nothing. “ I’ll let you use me as your personal dildo ..” Maybe this was 50/50 …

You thought about the bet for a moment, then replied to his comment. “Alright, fine. Just, try not to be a horny dog all the time alright.. ” Your thighs clenched together at the feeling, your wild imagination running around freely.

Bruce chuckled, looking at your face before he pretended to walk away, hiding behind the wall. You finished applying your mask and cleaned up the counter, turning off the light when Bruce scared you. “Got you!” He grabbed your waist and held you close, laughing at how you tried to escape his grasp, light punches against his chest as you laughed. “You’re so annoying B.” You looked into his eyes as he held you, the moment forever locking into your memory. The air stilled as you embraced each other, smiling like two highschool lovers. Maybe this could’ve been forever.

Bruce let you go, laughing at how silly you looked with the mask on, your mouth turning into a small pout as you hit him. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

Time hit harder than you thought, because now you're being bent over the kitchen counter by Bruce! “Needed to get a taste of this sweet pussy angel..” He was memorized by the sight of your glistening folds, your tiny hole throbbing around nothing as you wiggled trying to feel any friction. His cock was rubbing against his pants, the sight of you being all wet and needy made him so damn hard. Bruce dove face first into your thighs, a long stripe up your folds made you shiver. “Oh baby.. Be more gen- ah!”

He was making out with your hole, spit and slick drizzling down your thighs in a wet mess. It was a pornographic scene, your back arched against the cold marble while Bruce ate you from behind. You squirmed, trying to push away from his mouth as he ate you, earning a hard smack to the ass. “Don’t move doll… Need this meal so fucking bad..” He made you cum on his face, your juices dripping down his maw onto the kitchen floor with a dripdripdrip . The first orgasms of Ass Up April were insane, the sensations leaving your body sore and sensitive.

Oh, Bruce didn’t stop there tho. It led to being face down ass up in the bedroom, his pelvis connecting with your back . “Bruceeeeee! More ngh- please handsome g’mme more!” You were begging, but you didn’t know what you were pleading for. Bruce made you cockdrunk. He pounded into you over and over, the wet squelches echoing around the room and your moans bounced off the walls. Bruce landed a hard slap on your ass, his handprint being left behind with a large red mark, his very own mark.

“Little slut- taking my cock so fucking well angel.. God m’gonna breed you so damn good..!” His 9 inches made you tremble, the veins and mushroom tip hitting your sweet spot over and over felt like heaven and hell. You were too dumb to reply, your mind repeating his name as stars filled your vision. Another orgasm pushed through your body as you screamed, hot wet squirt landing on the sheets and bruce’s dick.

“Oh B! Ngh..! Cumming!!” Bruce felt your tight walls clench around his length, the slick adding to the creamy white ring around his base, arousal shooting straight up his body at the sight. You were sweaty and shaky, your hair was sticking to your forehead and you had the most pretty arch ever. Bruce’s dick was twitching, he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, a loud groan ripping from his vocal cords. “My fucking little whore..! Your mine sugar- this pussy is mine..” Bruce slid out, your pussy filled up like a cream donut as you slumped against the sheets, hazily trying to recover. Bruce walked towards the bathroom, wetting a towel to clean you up. He returned to the bedroom, opening your thighs with the towel, wiping away your slick and his cum, whispering sweet nothings. “So sensitive Brucey..” You jolted at his touch, the towel touching your inner thighs making you twitch. “Sorry doll. Hope I didn’t go too hard, yea? Next time you can use me.” “Mm.. That sounds nice.”

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A nice vacation to relieve all your aches and sores, but Bruce and Clark decide to surprise you..

The time of weather in Gotham was mixed, from being extremely hot to the point you walked around the manor naked, or when it was freezing cold and you snuggled into the slivers of warmth of Bruce’s body heat on the sheets. Either way, you desperately needed a change and Bruce could tell. “Doll, how do you feel about a vacation out of Gotham? Somewhere tropical?” You hesitated at first, thinking about if you really wanted to get out of Gotham. There was a pregnant pause before you answered. “Sure! Why not.” You smiled at Bruce, his face lighting up with a relaxed expression.

He was going to use his private jet for this occasion, his phone buzzing with text messages. Bruce was secretly going to have Clark come, a threesome about to come your way.

The night turned into packing your suitcase for the vacation, your essentials and other items stuffed into the sides. You finished around midnight as Bruce coaxed you into bed, stopping you from using more energy and to get a good night’s sleep before the vacation. In the next few days the time to fly out to Fiji came, the car filled with yours and Bruce’s suitcase as he drove towards his private jet. You sang along to your favorite playlist, the song ‘Kiss Me’ by Sixpence None The Richer streaming on your phone. Bruce laughed at how deep you were into the song, the window rolled down enough to let the wind in so it could blow your hair around, your arm dancing with the air as you stuck it out.

Finally, the sight of Bruce’s private jet came into view, the large Aerospatiale AS-350B-2 Ecureuil. Bruce ordered his men to move the suitcases from the car, his hand taking yours as he led you up the stairs into the cabin. It was spacious, the well crafted interior making you gush in awe as Bruce sat you down next to a window. His pilot was going to take off soon according to Bruce, your eyes looking out the window as you daydreamed. “Bunny. Bunnyy ?” His hand gently rubbed your cheek, his palm moving your face to look at him. “Oh sorry- yes B?” You replied to the pet name, wondering what he was going to say. Bruce chuckled at how you looked like a clueless bunny, all dolled up and cute for him.

You had a conversation with him as the jet took off, the trip to Fiji taking action. Above the clouds, you saw how the sky looked so unique from the jet. Your eyes were bulging out of your sockets as you ushered about the view, Bruce admiring how cute you looked when you rambled about something you love. Hours passed, and it looked like you arrived in Fiji within the right time, the sky about to set into a sunset.

Bruce ordered a car, a black BMW so he could drive you back to the hotel. It was a huge grand hotel, the lobby showing off large sparkly chandeliers with lounges and a private bar serving the most expensive drinks for their customers. Bruce assured you that he could handle all the checking in and wanted you to relax, his broad back flexing in his suit as you sat in the lounge, your ears hearing a familiar voice. “Mrs.Wayne? Is that you?” Your head spun around, seeing the one and only Clark Kent in Fiji where you and Bruce were staying. There were past events that flashed in your mind, but you quickly dismissed it and returned to Clark. “Clark! I can’t believe you're here, wait why are you here?” “I’m staying in Fiji for a- uhm, work trip.” You caught onto the hesitation, but dismissed it as being nervous. Before you could continue, a hand laid on your shoulder and you heard Bruce’s voice. “Clark. I see you’re here and you met my wife. Well, we’re going to our room so meet us some other time, yea?” Bruce gave him a look, making Clark nod and say his goodbyes.

You didn’t mind it as anything weird, Bruce lifting you in bridal style as he walked to the suite. The quiet patter of his footsteps against the floor filled the silence, your head laying on his chest as he took you. Bruce held you with one hand, the keycard opening the door with a beep. The inside was breathtaking, roses and flowers all decorated on the inside and there were small gifts everywhere. “Oh my gosh! I can’t believe you did this for me!!” You giggled at the sight of all the items Bruce got you, the sight of your favorite brands laid out through the room. “I really wanted to spoil you so much dove, you know how much I love you. Come down to the private pool and I’ll see you soon, okay?” Bruce kissed you on the lips, his eyes lingering on your mouth before he walked out the room.

You felt like a shy school girl seeing her crush in the hallways, his passion and love for you making you feel all giddy inside. Gifts ranged from jewelry to full on letters of his passionate love for you and only you. You laughed at how silly you felt, the moment brought memories back on how much Bruce spoiled you.

Your hands eventually found the cutest floral bathing suit inside the bathroom, the fabric being soft and smooth against your skin. It was a cute pink color with ruffles paired with a pair of white and cherry blossom bow flip flops. You smiled at how he got your proportions right, it fit like a glove and it wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest! You walked out of the suite with your phone and a pair of sunglasses, your eyes catching onto the private pool near your room.

Bruce was in the water, his back muscles covered in water drops as he leaned against the edge of the pool, the sunset coloring the sky with a satisfying orange and red. “ Oh my lord he looks soooo satisfying from the back …” You whispered to yourself as you walked near him. Bruce angled his head back, looking at the familiar sight of your legs dolled up with the pretty flip flops. “Angel, why didn’t you say anything? You were quiet as a mouse.” Bruce’s arms flexed against the edge, his forearms thick witch veins and muscle, the sight of him making your pussy throb. “ Sorry, you just looked so delicious from the back I couldn’t resist looking. ”

You dipped your feet into the water, your figure settling down next to Bruce near the edge. The water rippled calmly around the two of you, the temperature being a perfect balance of warmth and cool. “I, baby. You remember Clark from the lobby, well he’s going to come here soon.” “Wait, why?” Bruce looked at you, and that’s when you realized this is another threesome . You gasped in shock, the realization hitting you like a brick as it sent waves down your spine. “ Another one? Oh you dirty little! ”

Bruce chuckled to himself as you flushed with embarrassment and excitement, the view of you worked up made him hard . He caught your lips once more, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you gasped, the advantage spurring you on. You broke the kiss for a breath of air when you saw Clark watching, the once thick black rimmed glasses removed from his face as he stood near the pool. His whole mood seemed to change, his once shy and nerdy demeanor turning into a quiet and more confident expression. “Getting started without me Bruce? Couldn’t wait that long for me huh?”

Clark lifted you out of the water in his arms as he placed you into the hot tub, the steam making you melt into the water. Bruce and Clark seemed to talk to each other as you happily relaxed in the hot water, all your problems being resolved at this moment . Clark slipped in at your right side while Bruce sat on your left, their hands rubbing onto your body. You moaned at the sensation, their rough hands working out knots and sores in your body, the touch of their fingers brushing against your nipples leaving you all needy and frustrated.

Clark sucked on your earlobe, whispering sweet nothings as Bruce bit your neck, leaving love marks all over to show that you were taken. “Ngh! Too muchhh..!” You arched against the tub, Bruce’s hand reaching behind to slap your doughy globes. It felt so dirty, doing it in a hot tub where anyone can walk in but you knew no one would.

Clark was impatient, his hands ripping the fabric of your swimsuit in half revealing your boobs. “Fuckk.. Look so good for me ma..” He shifted your body to sit on Bruce’s lap as he took one of your nipples, sucking on your areola leaving a mark on your boob. Bruce grinded against your ass, his diamond hard cock leaking precum. “Just had to rip the swimsuit huh? Calling me the dog? Your lucky I wanna see you fuck her.” Your swimsuit was discarded, leaving you naked and free in the water as Bruce and Clark moved against you, the girthy rock hard cocks against your flesh.

Clark took his 10 inches out, leaning in to align himself with your tight pretty hole. He slipped into your cunt, a groan leaving him as he felt your walls clench around his length. “Fuh- fuck..!” His hips snapped against yours, the water spilling over the edge from his strength. Bruce bit down on your shoulder as he rubbed his tip against your ass, his 9 inches about to be buried inside your asshole. He spread the flesh out, lining up his throbbing tip to your hole. Bruce moaned as he entered, the tightness making him more turned on than before.

You screamed in ecstasy, the feeling of being stuffed full of inches from both holes made you go to heaven and be ripped back. “Oh angel- such a good little bun f’me..” He groaned, his front leaning into your back as he fucked you with his cock. Both guys pounded into you at the same pace, the satisfaction of being able to fill you up so full was worth it. Your eyes were rolled all the way back into your brain, palms and fingers rubbing the delicate skin around your most precious parts. Bruce rubbed your nipples while Clark took your clit, his soft yet rough fingers leaving you with a harsh orgasm. You shivered, your slick doubling as you came all over his cock. “Cumminggggg!..!” You were fucked without a break, the overstimulation of their dicks inside you made you cum over and over. “Hah- shitttt..” Clark buried himself to the hilt, his warm seed filling your walls to the brim. Bruce followed behind, his cum filling your ass up. You were filled from both holes with hot cum like a donut, your mouth drooling as you found yourself being cock drunk. Bruce rubbed your body in the water as he hugged you tightly, watching Clark massage your thighs from his rough pounding. Best vacation ever..?

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A sex ban, made from you . What even started this? Well, let’s talk about it.

Bruce is constantly bending you over or making full on love to you, but he can be rough at times. There was one time where the headboard of your shared bed cracked right down the middle, his palm gripped so hard on the wood it broke. Or when Bruce fucked you in the shower, almost knocking everything down in the process from how carried away he got.

“ You are on a sex ban. Nothing less, nothing more.” Bruce stood there astonished from your words, sex ban? “Wait doll- how come? C’mon, you know how much you love it when I get to bend you over.” He shot back arrogantly, his pride swelling like a balloon from his own words. “Bruce, you break so much stuff in the process the only place where it’s safe is on the floor. Remember the headboard? Shower?” You pointed out the times when Bruce was reckless, fucking you so good be broke stuff in the process. “Ehh- okay, fine. I’ll go on the ban, but if you break first angel ‘m gonna pound you so hard..” He whispered against your ear lobe leaving you all flustered, a stupid smirk wiped on his face as he walked away .

Day 1. It was easy, light brushes and touches did nothing to you and Bruce, maybe. You were washing your dish when he came behind you, leaning against the plush of your ass, supposedly ‘grabbing something’ from the cabinet. You almost would have  punched him from the stupid sneaky move. As the two of you laid in bed that night, you cuddled up against his front, accidentally touching his chest just a little too much.

Day 2. There he was, shirtless and in a pair of dirt washed jeans in the garage. Bruce was fixing one of his cars that he owned, the dirt and grime coating his body making you clench. “That’s not fair..” You whispered, thinking of any way to get back at him. Maybe it was fair when you walked in the garage with a pitcher of ice cold lemonade in nothing but his oversized shirt, the fabric swallowing your torso . Bruce had to hold everything back when he saw you, your cute frame being covered from his very own shirt made him hard in his jeans. “Thank you angel.” Bruce leaned into your neck, leaving a small kiss on your pulse point, watching as you flushed with pink. Oh, two can play at that game.

Day 3. You woke up to Bruce falling off the bed with a loud thud. “Bruce! Are you okay?” You leaned over on his side, finding him face first on the floor. He laid on the floor and shot his hand up, his hand giving a thumbs up. You dismissed it and went back to sleep. Little did you remember, you took off your pajamas due to the heat and fell asleep in your underwear, leaving Bruce with a great image burned into his retinas and a semi boner. When he heard the soft noises of your snores, Bruce thought he was in the clear but you were sprawled all out on the bed without the blanket. “Son of a..” He mumbled. The rest of the day, Bruce had to hold back from pouncing on you and pounding you senseless for hours to make up.

Day 4. Bruce snapped. You were doing laundry, grabbing the dry clothes out of the machine when there was just an old sock wedged into the metal. You leaned inside to grab it when you felt something warm on your ass. “Bunny. I’ve been holding back so fucking much, but this? You believe I can last longer when you're bent over like this? Fuck..” Bruce’s warm breath brushed against the curvature of your ass, his hands groping the flesh as he heard your soft moans inside. “B-Bruce! Not here..!” He slid down your pajama shorts, introduced with the pretty sight of your puffy folds throbbing with slick. The breeze of air against your folds made you twitch, lightly arching your back as Bruce spread you open. He sucked on the inner part of your thighs, biting and squeezing the tender flesh with his teeth, his hands spanking your ass. You moaned from the stimulation, the red marks against your ass spurring Bruce on even more. 

His lips leeched onto your pussy, the taste of sugary sweetness blessing his taste buds after such a long time . “Fuh- taste so sweet f’me love, needed this..!” Bruce spit against your folds, the warm fluid hitting spot on your tight hole as it dripped down. “Bruucee!” You were tense with need and pleasure, his teasing getting you worked up. Forget the sock, his mouth worked wonders on your wet little cunt. You shook from your first orgasm, the slick smeared all over his mouth. Bruce slurped loudly, his eyes closed shut from your sweet fluids as he ate you out. “M gonna make up for all the time, better take it all bun.” Bruce pulled you out, a smile growing at his lips as he saw your face all flushed with need and embarrassment. You were so hazy from the orgasm that you didn’t notice he was carrying you to the bedroom, his footsteps moving faster as he approached the door.

Bruce laid you down onto the sheets, the soft silk against your body was relaxing. “Gonna make me break the bed again yea? My dumb little baby needs to be bred with my cum?” Bruce shifted onto the bed, your body in between his meaty thighs as he looked down at you. Your shirt was riding up towards your breasts, the underside being left out just enough to not reveal your nipples. You yanked off your shirt, throwing it to the side as you looked at Bruce. He leaned down and kissed you, his arms tightening around your waist as he sat you up. You clawed at his back, angry red scratch marks littering his skin from your nail.

“More- please..!” You moaned in between, breaking the kiss to lift your neck. Bruce latched onto your unmarked skin, his canines digging into your skin leaving a large bite mark. He sucked on a sensitive point, leaving you all twitchy and shaky. There were hickies and red spots all over your skin, as Bruce sat back to admire his work. “World's best pussy for me..” Bruce sat on the bed as he flipped you around, the small of your back against his front. His cock was out, the tip leaking pre as it ran down his length. He lifted your legs, your feet dangling in the air as his shaft rubbed against your folds.

The softness of your boobs and the plush of your tummy was so damn sexy to Bruce, his cock slowly entering your small tight hole . Your wet gummy walls clamped around his inches like a vice, the way you clenched around him was dizzying. Bruce had you in a full nelson, the position making it easier for him to reach deeply inside your sweet pussy . “Ngh, too! much..!” His hips snapped up against your ass, his balls slapping against the skin of your flesh definitely leaving a mark. Bruce was merciless with his thrusts, his cock making you squirt all over the bed with a wet mess . The sheets were stained with your fluids, as he continued to fuck you over and over. “Gonna cum inside and you’ll take it all for me, yea?” Bruce was pussy drunk, the way your tits jiggled and your ass rippling from his hips made his mouth water. He buried himself deep into your pussy, biting down on your shoulder as he came inside, the hot flood of cum inside your womb making you shiver. Bruce let you down onto the sheets as he pulled you into his body, basking in the aftermath of your orgasms. “Guess that really was a sex ban.”

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How about we spice things up a bit? Like, A lot.

The most damn grueling day of work in your week was today. Wednesday’s kicked you in the ass so damn much, and its not even Friday. You hate them, the fact you have to wait so slowly for Friday to come just for the weekend to be over quick. Today was worse. Your boss had put another assignment on your desk, about twenty pages full of bullshit you had to complete before the end of the day. “Yeah, sure no problem.” It took you the most self control to not just punch the shit out of- It took you about an hour for ten pages, the whole assignment making no sense. Make it worse because you CAN’T even ask your boss questions, too dumb to answer anything.

Your hand cramped, the cheap ass caffeine you ran off tasted disgusting and none of your workers helped. Maybe, it couldn’t get any worse. Around 5 or 6 you finished, could’ve gone home on time but no, the assignment couldn’t wait.

A buzzing took you back. It was Bruce, he called you. “Hello Bruce?” Your shoulder held the phone up, your hands occupied with packing up. “Baby, do you need to be picked up? Could give you some relaxation.” “Oh yes please! Thank you so much Bruce, you're a lifesaver.” The call ended shortly after as you walked down to the lobby, exiting the entrance as you saw Bruce's black Mustang. He was leaning against the side, looking around the area when he heard your footsteps. “Hi bun.” His arms wrapped around you tightly, his palms rubbing your back. You practically melted into his embrace, your face buried into his dress shirt as you inhaled his scent, minty with lemon and a subtle hint of vanilla. “You smell so yummy..” You couldn’t help it, his scent made you so warm and fuzzy.

Bruce chuckled, tapping your thighs to signal you to jump. He lifted you up like nothing, opening the passenger door to let you sit down, the door closing gently. His body slid into the driver's side, his hands grabbing the wheel. Your thighs clenched together, the sight of his hands did something to you, how gentle they could be but when you're in bed together… No, focus. A slight blush overcame your features, your cheeks and ears flaming red when you realized. Of course, Bruce caught onto this, his hand moving down to massage your thigh, his fingers spread out and took up your whole thigh. He rubbed circles with his thumb, sparking a fire inside your stomach, your cunt throbbing.

It took so long to just get home, like the car ride back was longer than usual.

“Bruce- dont, stop teasing my thigh..” You pushed his hand off, your legs moving together as he drove the car with one hand. “Sorry doll, couldn’t help how, soft, you look.” Maybe you're just a teeny little turned on…. Bruce had a raging hard on, your reaction being so damn cute he got excited. The fabric did its job concealing his dick, but the fabric was tight around his cock.

Bruce’s car parked into the garage, his hands moving fast as he made his way over to you. He pulled you out of the car and into his arms, pushing you against the side to make out with you. Your lips, my lips, apocalypse. His tongue fought yours, the clash of teeth and spit making you horny. His legs trapped you in as he grinded against you, the thin layer of fabric separating skin to skin contact. He lifted you up with one swift movement, your legs wrapping around his as he walked towards the door.

It was a mess, your clothes suddenly felt hot and you broke the kiss, ripping off your shirt to throw it behind you. Bruce was slipping, his self control was thin. “You make me so fucking hot angel..” Bruce lifted your neck, biting the unmarked flesh as he skimmed it. Your legs tightened as you whimpered, his canines leaving a mark on your pulse point. “Bruce..!” He was barely holding on, his feet making it to the bedroom.

“Close your eyes, sweets, and I’ll reward you.” You closed your eyes, leaning into the crook of his neck, your lips connecting with his neck. That was the last straw for Bruce. He threw you onto the bed, your body landing with a soft ‘oof’. “Been making me feel so damn needy these days huh? Guess I’ll have to take it out on you.” Bruce slid your pants down, your panties going with them leaving you bare. You gasped as his hands worked the clasp of your bra, freeing your boobs from confinement. He grabbed a pair of  black ropes. “You're gonna tie me up?..” New kink discovered… His hands weaved the ropes around your legs, the special material used to not hurt your skin. Your legs were bound together as he spread you out, your pussy displayed fully to his eyes.

The juices flowed down your folds and got onto your inner thighs, all for Bruce. “Be a good girl and take it, okay?” His palm pressed down onto your stomach, his thick fingers entering your pussy. It was a stretch as he scissored his fingers in your walls, grool covering his palm. Bruce finger fucked you, his fingers working you to the brim as his palm pressed down onto your stomach, the pleasure intensifying. “No! Ngh- no more..!”

Your legs were shaking, the strong urge to close them was driving you crazy as your first orgasm hit. It was bliss, like pure euphoria for your mind. “Look at you, so messy for me..” Bruce slid his fingers out, his hand spanking your pussy. You jolted, the new sensation sending waves down your stomach. So damn good that you squirted, all onto the sheets as a puddle of juice formed under your ass. Y

ou never felt the end of it, his constant finger fucking and spanking dragged numerous orgasm out of your tiny cunt. “Bruuuceee!” He stopped his torment on your cunt, his hands reaching down to free his raging cock. Maybe, you shouldn’t have been so sexy..

It was a bright cherry color, the tip twitching as a bead of pre ran down the side. His veins ran up and down like lightning strikes, the perfectly sculpted cock making you shiver. Oh, you're not going to walk after this. The tip drove into your hole, the ring of muscle opening around his dick, gummy walls warming his length. “Fuh- gonna kill me with this pussy.” You could've come right there and then, his thrusts getting deeper and faster. He was pounding you straight into the mattress, your sounds bouncing off the walls. Squelches, groans, moans, it didn’t matter because he was fucking you so good.

His tip bumped into your g-spot several times, the endless abuse on your cervix making you drown in pleasure. “Oh daddy! Mmngh harder..!!” Bruce bear hugged you, his hips snapping hard against yours making the wet ‘plap’ sound over and over. You were cumming, squirt shooting up at Bruce drenching his clothes. He rubbed your clit, dragging a few orgasms out of you before his. The thrusts got sloppier, deep as he leaned down and buried himself to the hilt, his lips kissing yours as he came. Thick, heavy ropes of fresh white cream were shot into your womb, the feeling of being full made you dizzy. Bruce took it out, his hands undoing the ropes to let your legs go. He walked to the bathroom, grabbing a wet damp towel to clean you up. “Sorry if I went rough, I could barely help myself.” “Mm.” You fell into dreamland, his soft movements as he cleaned you up made you sleepy. “Sweet dreams, bunny.”

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Another project Bruce was working on was his cars, he wanted to experiment with one of the engines. He popped the hood of the Chevrolet Camaro and looked at the parts, deciding what to do with it. His goal was to add a new kink to the vehicle, nitrous oxide to boost the horsepower for fun. The garage was open, showing off all his collected cars parked in a line. Bruce took his shirt off, leaving himself in a pair of jeans as he worked on the car. A bottle of nitrous oxide had to be mounted in the car, somewhere in the trunk or engine.

He leaned forward, wondering where to put it.

You were working at your job, stuck at your desk typing away. It wasn’t long until you went home, just a few more hours. Your hands cramped from how long you’ve been hunched over, the bright screen burned into your eyes. Finally, at last, the clock read 5:00. You clocked out of the building and grabbed your bag, headed for your car. The parking lot was sparse, the few cars parked here and there. The door opened with a click, your body slipped into the driver's side. You turned on the engine, the car revving to life as the lights turned back on. Your phone dinged with a message, Bruce’s contact texting you. ‘Missed call from Bruce’ ‘Are you coming home yet?’

You replied with a quick message, throwing your phone to the side as you drove out of the lot. Bruce took a moment to look at his phone, seeing your message realizing you were coming home. His torso was covered in dirt and grease, his hands working on the engine to place the gas inside. The plan was smoothly coming along, time ticking with the clouds moving along the sky. You drove into the driveway, seeing the garage open with the show of multiple cars. “Typical Bruce..” You parked outside the garage, opening the door to get out. Bruce was hidden from the raised hood, his body leaned over as he worked on the engine.

“Bruceyyy.” Your shoes pattered against the tile, his head lifting up to look at you. “Bunny.” He was covered in sweat, the shine of his fluids making you distracted. “I, what’re you working on?..” You tried your best to maintain eye contact, your mind playing a whole film of memories when Bruce dicked you down. “Just working on a project, nothing serious.” He slammed the engine down, his hands finding your hips as he lifted you up. You were now sitting on the hood, caged in by Bruce’s meaty frame as he towered over you. “Can’t stop looking huh?” Maybe, it was obvious. Your thighs clenched together, your face dusted with a slight red. “Uh, maybe…?”

Bruce grabbed the fabric of your shirt, ripping it open as buttons flew all over. You gasped, the air hitting your skin as he played with your bra. His fingers were delicate with you compared to the car, his eyes drinking in the sight. You leaned against the hood, hands propped up trying to not slip. “Bruce..! Not here-..” “Was thinking about fucking you on this car, couldnt get it out of my head.” He slid the top down from your shoulders, the bra covering your chest as the air hugged your skin. Bruce leaned in, biting the crook of your neck as he left a large bite mark. You were whining, legs wrapped around his waist as he licked your earlobe, sucking on the delicate skin.

He broke away, a string of saliva connecting from his mouth to your ear. You, however, wouldn’t leave him hanging. Your hands gripped his shoulders, teeth nibbling on his collarbone, small red and purple marks left behind. Bruce was groaning, leaning into your touch as he grinded against your clothed pussy, the air filled with bunny fucking energy. The garage was still open, the possibility of someone being able to look in making you more aroused. You feasted on the way Bruce’s skin looked, all marks and bites made by you. He kissed you, clashing with teeth and tongue as you held onto his neck.

He undid the clasp of your bra, the flesh bouncing out as your nipples pebbled. “So soft, and bouncy for me, I can't get enough of you..” Bruce grabbed one of your nipples and popped it into his mouth, suckling on the bud like a newborn. You were trembling with pleasure, waves of desire coursing through your body as he continued his attack on your chest. He moved off on to the other nipple, hand fondling the lone one to give it attention. “Brrucceee!” That’s all it took for you to cum, legs clenched around his torso as you grinded against him, slick creating a wet spot on your panties. “Fucking little minx- grinding against me while I lick your boobs, huh?” Bruce wasn’t any better, his dick begging for attention while he focused on your pleasure. You moved your hands down towards his jeans, unzipping the zipper revealing his boner hidden by his boxers. You freed his cock, his tip hitting his bellybutton with a loud squelch, the tip twitching. “Oh shit..!” Bruce pinned you down onto the hood, sliding your pants and panties down in one swift motion. He threw them onto the floor, obsessed with your cute little pussy glistening with juices. “All for me, my good girl. Fuckkkk..”

Bruce leaned down, taking kitten licks at your folds teasing you, your back arching. You were shivering, the tiny amount of energy making you frustrated yet fulfilled. You grabbed his head and shoved him between your thighs, his lips having a sloppy french kiss make out session with your pussy. “Right theree! Oh ‘m cumming..!!!” Squirt, all over his nose, cheekbones and chin. It dripped down all onto the shiny surface of the hood, his mouth curving into a smirk. “Taste so sweet. Like candy.” Bruce pushed your legs apart, slapping his tip onto your clit. You were buzzing, full of need and horniness that only Bruce could satisfy.

His tip leaked with precum, his length being lubed by your juices. It was one big leaky mess, his cock entering your hole inch by inch, your mind focused on the delicious stretch. It was mind numbing, as Bruce moved alllll the way out only to push hard into your hole, your cervix being kissed. You were cockdrunk, your mouth drooling side to side and your eyes rolled all the way back, all from Bruce. He was mind boggled, the way you sucked him in like a vortex was insanity to him. Your nails made angry red scratch marks on his back, the lines running down his skin making him turned on. “More, oh- give me more angel.” Bruce was plowing into your cunnie, the juices making a puddle below your ass cheeks. Sweat ran down both your bodies, his hands lifting you up as he fucked you in the air. There was a body print on the hood from you, the combination of juices and sweat left on the surface. His dick was reaching all the way up into your lungs, your mouth opened in a cute ‘o’ as you leaned into him. “Cummminnnggggg!” Bruce came along with you, balls clenching as he emptied his seed into you. “Gonna get you all swollen with my seed- make you glowing for me.!!” His arms bear hugged you, your body shaking with pleasure as you felt his sperm fill you up. Car project was abandoned after..

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Clark Kent! who can’t get enough of your tight ass in that pencil skirt. Hell watch your every single move as you bend over in-front of him while making dinner, back turned to his as you rummage through the cabinets, not knowing he has an instant boner. Bruce will purposely leave and go to his cave, watching as Clark takes you on the couch. Clark’s fingers rub you so damn good, you don’t even notice the cameras that Bruce has access to as he fucks his fist.

Clark Kent! knows you’re Bruce’s wife but just couldn’t get enough of your boobs, the pretty sight of your blouse dipping just low enough for a view. Your cleavage makes him run a whole train of dirty thoughts, soon as he gets home he’ll fuck a pocket pussy while moaning your name.

Clark Kent! shares you with Bruce at the same time, deliciously taking your tight little hole while he pounds into you. They’ll both cum inside you, breeding your cunt as your womb fills with warm seed. Be lucky if there’s no marks or soreness from the duo, they’re not gentle at all.

Bruce Wayne! who loves to see you tremble and shiver all over his hands as he makes you cum multiple times. He‘ll be knuckles deep in your pussy as he finger fucks you, getting off on the sight of your whines. “Cmon bunny, one more for me yeah?” Your practically arched off the bed, sheets damp with your fluids as he flicks your clit, hot squirt soaking his abs.

Bruce Wayne! who’ll be balls deep inside your cunt, mercilessly pounding you into the mattress as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. How could he resist when you’re just so soft and pliable for him? It’ll be late into midnight and he’ll still be fucking you thin and through, good luck if you want him to stop.

Bruce Wayne! getting an instant boner at the sight of your body wearing a cute sun dress, the frilly fabric hugging your delicious curves as you walk around the manor. His hands immediately reach for your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he bends you over the kitchen surface. Let’s just say, you got a different ‘cream pie.’

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Clark Kent! shares you with Bruce at the same time, deliciously taking your tight little hole while he pounds into you. They’ll both cum inside you, breeding your cunt as your womb fills with warm seed. Be lucky if there’s no marks or soreness from the duo, they’re not gentle at all. 

Clark Kent! knows you’re Bruce’s wife but just couldn’t get enough of your boobs, the pretty sight of your blouse dipping just low enough for a view. Your cleavage makes him run a whole train of dirty thoughts, soon as he gets home he’ll fuck a pocket pussy while moaning your name. 

Clark Kent! who can’t get enough of your tight ass in that pencil skirt. Hell watch your every single move as you bend over in-front of him while making dinner, back turned to his as you rummage through the cabinets, not knowing he has an instant boner. Bruce will purposely leave and go to his cave, watching as Clark takes you on the couch. Clark’s fingers rub you so damn good, you don’t even notice the cameras that Bruce has access to as he fucks his fist. 

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The ache between your thighs made you so damn needy. Bruce was washing up in the shower, practically making this riskier. 

Your fingers brushed down in between your thighs, soft touches over your panties making you twitchy. No, more. Panties were discarded to the side as you spread you legs, playing with your clit.

A moan left your mouth as you felt the gush of liquids on your fingers, biting your lower lip to silence your sounds. Your fingers delved into your hole, trying to bump that g-spot that only Bruce could itch. God, this was killing you.

You turned over onto your stomach, arching your back as you rubbed tight circles on your bud, feeling your arousal shoot through the sky. There was little droplets falling onto the sheets as you shook, feeling your eyes roll back. You succumbed to the desperate pleasure that washed over like a wave, your ass still in the air. 

Click.

Oh, shit. Bruce..

“Naughty fucking bunny.” You sat up straight and turned towards Bruce, seeing the navy towel resting dangerously low on his hips. Jesus he’s so damn fine.

“I- um. Got needy without you..” Bruce pounced onto your body, pinning you down with his weight as he shoved your face into the soft pillows. Spank!

“Ngh!” Spank. “Please B! I didn’t!” 

Another harsh slap to your ass made you cry out in pleasure, feeling the wrath of his hands made you cum within seconds. “Sluts like you don’t deserve to cum.” He spread your thick ass mounds, spitting directly onto your cute little hole.

You bucked into the air, feeling the shiver of his breath over your pussy. “Pleaseee handsome! I-I’ll be a good girl!” Bruce gave a smack to your clit, making you gush on his fingertips. His eyes caught the shine of your juices, smirking to himself. He leaned over, blowing on your pussy making you clench around nothing.

“Look at you, clenching around nothing. Pathetic little baby.” Bruce palmed his erection through the towel, feeling the bulbous tip throb with pre. There was a small dark spot through the material, showing that he was leaking pre.

He unwrapped the towel from his waist, hissing as the cold air wrapped around his length. Bruce slapped his dick onto your ass cheeks, chuckling to himself as he reveled in the sight of you. “Bruceeey…”

“Let’s see how long it takes to make you cum, yeah?”

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"I only threw this party for you."

Thousands of pink balloons float up to the ceiling, rose petals, baby pink flowers surround the walls. You were excited for this party, the day that you were going to reveal that a long awaited marriage has been going on for years. Family members, distant relatives and friends fill the manor as they watch you.

Bruce was tired, pinching the bridge of his nose as you stood there. Guilt washed over you, the heavy air between you too was suffocating.

"Was / just a fool to you?!" An explosion in emotions wracked your body, hot angry tears run down your cheeks. How sick was this fucking deal?

"I'll follow you down till the sound of my voice will haunt you!" He yelled, making you understand what was really happening.

Bruce expected you to keep the marriage a quiet secret, only wanting few to know.

How were you supposed to explain that this marriage was your proudest moment, the one that made you happier to express.

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