"Yess! Yesss! Yesss! Fuckkkk!" Selina moaned as she bounced up and down on Alfred's shaft. In her decades of experienced, Selina Kyle, or "Miss Pussy" as she was often called, had fucked plenty of well-hung thugs, thugs like Killer Croc and Bane, but none
had such huge slabs of meat as Alfred had. He was fucking immense! "Yess! GHHHH!"
"Fuck! You fucking bitch! UH! UHH!" Alfred had thought such an old, experienced whore would have a gaping cunt too wide to be used, but Selina's control over her cunt muscles were so great, he could feel it squeezing his shaft like it was a fist.
"Fuck my pussy! Fuck Miss Pussy's pussy! Yesss!" Selina clawed Alfred's back with her nails, yowling like an alley cat. "GGRRRRRAAAAAEEEEE!"
Then she noticed she had an audience.
Two petite feminine guys, a couple of sissies with permed hair, extravagant make-up, and cute French maids outfits, both watching the fucking with utter need. The two sissies looked really cute as they held hands, licked their lips, and made little tents in
their panties.
Dickie Robin and TItty Robin jingled as they watch, each of their little sissy dickies was pierced with a cute silver bell, just the way Master Alfred liked it.
* * *
Baby Cakes squealed as Big Jim Gordon pushed her face down against his wide desk, then pressed his own bulk against her back.
"Mmmm, Big Jimmy! I need yer big ol' dick up my hot l'l snatch! OOOOO, yeah!'
The former Batman squealed as Gordon fucked her doggie style.
"You fucking bitch!" Gordon snarled, pulling her hair as he rode her for all she was worth.
"Bow-wow! Arf! Arf! Arf!"
Gordon grinned. Once he finished fucking Baby Cakes, he'd call Montoya into his office. He'd teach that frigid dyke a thing or two. If she wanted to be here, she needed to play ball.
* * *
"Mmmmm, dat's right, Pammy." Harley stroking Ivy's hair as the woman, on her knees, happily licked out her butch girlfriend's snatch. "Mmmm, like all my nectar, Pammy girl."
Ivy giggled as Harley petted her. She couldn't help it. It was so hard to not be so girly-girl when around someone as tough as Harley!
* * *
Lois Lane opened her eyes to find herself lounging in a huge, elegant canopy bed while wearing expensive silk lingerie.
This bedroom wasn't hers. It was huge, expensive... nice.
Lois sighed, luxuriating in the opulence of this. Wouldn't it be nice if this was her place and she had servants to take care of things?
She noticed a silver bell by the bed, like what you'd use for summoning a servant.
Out of curiosity, she rang it.