Gotham: After Dark (closed for LitShark, Princesssexci, SweetP4U and myself)

[princesssexci]

Barbara, Alfred AND Bruce? Oh my!
“Oh the other woman, Miss Isley, oh Master Dick was just being polite, how could he possibly prefer spending time with her to you Miss Gordon, don’t be silly.”

Barbara gave a tiny smile at that remark.”Thats very kind of you, Alfred. But I’m probably lying to myself. He probably only sees me as s friend. I thought it was something more but…”

She shrugged her shoulders. The scent of the roses seemed to get even stronger. She felt light headed and tingly? Her pussy tingled with pleasure as the older butler stared at her.

“Ah, uh, may I?… “

“Of course, Alfred…”

When she’d mentioned the smell of the roses he seemed incredibly confused. So maybe it wasn’t the mopping solution?

“Oh My…”

She blinked a few times swaying some and giggles when Alfred tried to use her body to steady himself, only tugging her dress until her breasts popped out.

“Oh my…” he repeated.

“Oh Alfred, looks like you’re being a naughty butler…”

She felt…drunk? No…high…

No…yes? Maybe? She just felt really aroused which was weird considering she didn’t think she would ever see Alfred as anything other than a Butler but tonight he looked handsome, debonair.

She moaned as he groped her breasts then pulled them out of the matching blue bra (it matched her dress!)

“Wow, Alfred…I didn’t realize butlers came so…packed.” She eyes his erection. “Can I..touch…”

“Alfred?” It was Bruce calling out, only to find his manservant engaged. “Oh.. uh…”

“Bruce!” She exclaimed though her hand was sliding towards Alfreds hard cock.

“Barbara, so good to see you…is Alfred helping you… perhaps I could be of assistance as well?”

“I uh…y-yes…” she stammered feeling her cheeks heat up. She had been crushing on Bruce long before knowing Dick but never thought something like this would happen. She moaned as he cupped her other breast. It was like her fantasies were coming true ..

Well, okay Alfred had never been part of her fantasies but who could deny such a big cock.

She reached out with her other hand and stroked Bruce’s dick through his fancy pants.

“Never thought I’d lose my virginity like this!”

 

[LitShark]

Joker, Re: Harley and Det. Stowe (AKA Sexy Dick). P - A - R - T - Why? Because I Gotta!

The remark about his breath made Joker flinch. His ego was one place that he could still be hurt, even after being reborn as a creature of the night. He released her gun and took a step back, holding his gloved hand in front of his mouth and letting out a huff of breath then sniffing it experimentally. She was right. His breath smelled like a tomb.

Joker’s eyes jumped over to Harley, he wondered if she had any gum or mints for him—it was usually her way to carry things that Joker didn’t know he would need and then pull them out exactly when he needed them. But Harley seemed distressed, holding her arm. Perhaps he’d overreacted just a tad.

“I’m sorry, Puddin’,” Joker pouted, leaving Det. Stowe alone for a moment to go over to Harley, “I’ve only been a vampire for a few hours, I guess I don’t know my own strength. Have you got a mint, or gum or something? My breath is making our sexy dick over there go flaccid.”

Then the rage had subsided, like a wave crashing on the store and Joker was back on top, riding the Mania-mobile yet again.

“I didn’t realize that you were making preparations for my inevitable return from the grave. You took the trouble to rub out some snooty-boots dame and get me an invite to a collection of Gotham’s upper-crustiest critters? I should have known!” it was almost an apology. Closer than he’d come in some time, for much graver offenses.

“I hope your arm is alright, Puddin'. We’ve got a party to crash, ha-ha!” Joker patted her head, letting his fingertips trail down the length of her platinum pigtail, off the pink dyed tips, “how about it, Detective Sexy? You got a car around here somewhere? If you drive us around, we’ll let you off—you can even say you almost got us! Have some proof for your pen of piggie pals that the Clown Prince of Crime has come back to make a dishonest woman of his beloved Harley!

Joker slid his arm around Harley’s waist, cupping and squeezing her gymnast’s ass through her sequin shorts.

“Or maybe she’ll lock us up, like the old-old days. In the back seat—with handcuffs—in the holding cell—while they’re taking pictures…” Joker reminisced with Harley over some of the exhilarating times they had in police custody.

“Of course, we have no way of knowing if she’ll do as we say—or if she takes us to the police station and earns herself a slow, messy death…” the threat was not veiled in the slightest, “but either way! It’ll be a party!”

Joker reached into his suit pocket and found an old kazoo, only slightly bent and soiled from riding along in his suit from grave to pits and back to this spot. The hoarse, rattling noise made by the broken kazoo was lilting and slightly horrible—Joker found it hilarious.

He laughed loud, heartily. Proud to again hold air in his lungs.

“Let’s go. Blue blood is my favorite flavor,” Joker snapped his fingers and indicated that Det. Stowe should lead them back to her vehicle, his other hand still molesting Harley’s barely covered butt, "we can stop for mints and mouthwash on the way."

 

[Homerun2611]

Dick Grayson & Pamela Isley … Does Ivy feed on Cherries?, Wayne Birthday Gala Dick’s Room

“Yes, Dick I can be very naughty if you want me to.” Pamela purred. Dick gulped, he had been teasing, but… “I think I do want that Ms Isley.. .is Pamela all right, if I call you that… I really would like if… you were naughty….”

That was it, upstairs, no doubt, just hoping that naughty meant taking control. She kissed him, tugging on his bottom lip, it hurt a bit, but her eyes, he felt her hands on his hips and he gripped back, pulled her close. Not even realizing what was happening all around him, as people began to fondle, kiss and more.

“Oh please, lets go then! I was waiting for you to take me there, Dick.” She playfully nipped at his ear, “Hurry before I tear your clothes off right here in the middle of everyone.”

Dick looked around, “Would you?” She was teasing, but was she.. he didn’t wait a moment more, taking her at a near sprint, heels and all up the staircase and to the top. Bruce Wayne’s wng was to one side, there was an upstairs library, a sitting room, a work out room that was state of the art, and finally Dick’r soom. Expansive, and unusually formal for someone his age, he rarely slept here, until now. He planned to ask Bruce if he could redecorate, something with less leather, less silk, no four poster canopy bed, but right now he didn’t care.

He pushed her through the door, who exactly might see them unclear. Something was happening, his heart was pounding nearly through his chest, he felt light headed, and his cock was raging hard and throbbing. Dick was not hung like Bruce, but the seven inch cock on his smaller, muscular bodhy looked right. He had been a champion gymnast so he did not lack in strength, balance or flexibility as Pamela Isley would soon pleasantlhy learn.

He turned at her wide eyed. “Should we get naked…” His eyes moving quickly up and down her gorgeous body, the green dress hiding little. “Oh I bet you’re gorgeous naked… “. He really needed to learn about that inner voice, and keep it there instead of voicing his every thought. He closed on her and with pure enthusiasm of a puppy, pinned her against the door as they kissed and started to paw and remove each other’s clothes…

He knew what he hoped, he wanted to lose it so bad… he had been teased so bad when classmates, teammates found out he was a virgin. He really needed to stop being so honest… but “Yes, Dick I can be very naughty if you want me to.” It was echoing through his brain.

Tongues were dancing, bodies were grinding.. he hoped she was about to Naughty his brains out, yet he was nearly naked now… “Aren’t you going to get naked too?” He shouldn’t have worried …about that.. about what she planned.. her real plan.. that is what he should have been concerned about!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Detective Stowe - Harley - Joker (Jack be nimble...)

He’s sorry? HA! Oh, that is rich! Horseshit.

“My breath is making our sexy dick over there go flaccid.” If I had a dick, Yep! Sure would be by now, but hey crazy Is a turn off for me… Well, maybe? Hard to really judge I suppose, looking at his hand on her ass in those shorts kind of puts thoughts into my head… NO! No, no.. Absolutely NOT, I have a damned job to do. Cute ass though and love the shorts… Not so much the murder gleam, blood splatter and the whole psychotic break moments…

He’s occupied, for the time being. What to do? WHAT the fuck am I going to do with this .. thing? He isn’t even human anymore, if he ever was. The precinct is the last place I want to take this vampire Joker. There is no possible way to contain him in any of those cells, if lore is true? His strength would make steel into aluminum in seconds… Not to mention ‘newly’ made, it explains all the dead bodies.

A bullet in the brain won’t kill him.

Sigh.

Okay, think. Think and think quick and think long and hard while doing so, and quickly before he flips the next switch to psycho central funsies.

“Handcuffs? Sure!” I give him my best flirty smile and bedroom eye stare, “I like to handcuff people..”

Yeah.. Okay that didn’t sound too bad.. WHO THE HELL AM I KIDDING HERE!? Sounded fucking lame, get it together Stowe! Dominatrix time!

“I got a few pair in the car.. If you can be a bad, bad Joker, I might.. You know, consider ….” Eyes turn to him with a little flirty giggle and then to Harley, “Harley can help, right Harley?” A nod and widening eyes, urging her to play along with a wide-eyed stare.

So, I can’t take him to this party or the precinct, maybe maximum or contact Arkham? Get him into hand cuffs in my car, and then stall, maybe hit the gas station for some minty aids? What the fuck am I going to do with a god-damned vampire!?

Hey, maybe there’s a hardware store nearby? Hope I don’t need some stupid shit like holy water on a stick, to stab him in his crazy ass… Ok, I am getting a really fucked up mental picture with that scenario, I so do NOT need that in my head.

Option two? “There was a bodega just a few blocks into Old Town, can stroll on over while I hunt up some cuffs?” Get them occupied now and make some calls?

 

[Homerun2611]

Alfred and Barbara and Bruce.. OH YES!!!! - The Wayne Birthday Gala, The Release of Ivy’s Poison

Alfred’s first comment had been sweet, covering up for Dick, not wanting to hurt the sweet young girl, but as he inhald and took another look at Barbara, she ws suddenly the most gorgeous and desirable woman in the world. Blood rushing so fast and so urgently to his cock, flaccid for longer than he could remember, and now charging, all eight think inches of it, back to life as if dipped in the fountain of youth!

”Thats very kind of you, Alfred. But I’m probably lying to myself. He probably only sees me as s friend. I thought it was something more but…”

There was a growl in the old man’s voice, a pep in his step, and desire in his eyes … “No Barbara… you are all any man could want, desire… I am a man of the world, I have seen the best Mr. Wayne has entertained, and you, young lady would rival the very best!”

His hands had moved with their own mind, his body on an agenda his conscience would have never allowed, but his conscience his manners were out for the count. Forty years of nothing were about to end with a bang.. a gang bang at that!

He had stumbled and fumbled, light headed, gaining his sea or was it sex legs beneath him, and now he was, her dress top pulled down, by him, her perky young breasts on display, his fingers cupping one, his eyes mesmerized by the young flesh.

“Oh Alfred, looks like you’re being a naughty butler…” He was a different man, “Naughty Barbara, or just the guide you need… you are curious, aren’t you lass… a curious mind, along with your gorgeous young body, would seem a shame to waste?”

He was suddenly debonaire, charming, he caressed her young breast and pushed closer, his erection grazing her thigh.

“Wow, Alfred…I didn’t realize butlers came so…packed.” She eyed his erection. “Can I..touch…”

Alfred was enjoying the fondling of her young breast, the too long dormant beast awakening within, he began more vigorously groping her breast, “Mmm, yes.. please touch young lady.. I want you to enjoy….”

Bruce’s balls were nearly as blue as his bat suit. First the tease and loss of Selina, and the the vision in latex whose dexterity and strength, not to mention the boots and cat ears had him ready for action, and now here, fur fuck’s sake, Alfred was getting more action than him, but with?

Bruce had deeply inhaled the toxins, which made the young woman even more appealing and in the mood to enjoy the commissioner’s daughter.

Bruce was already moving as he invited himself to join, but he saw the girl’s eyes, “so I am your fantasy” he thought, time to make dreams come true!

Bruce smiled at her statement, “Never thought I’d lose my virginity like this!”, but would wait to respond.

Bruce moved to the other side, teasing her nipple, and easing down her zipper. “Perhaps you’d like to get more comfortable…”. He saw her fondling Alfred’s cock, and felt her hand go to his. “Ah you want to play.. would you like to be our pet.. tamed by two not one.. are you ready to grow up Barbara.. I mean you have the body, perhaps we should see what it can do.”

For Bruce getting a woman out of her dress was easier than flipping an egg. A quick finger flip and the latch on her bra Was equally disposed, and as the dress puddled to the floor the two fully clothed men stood there with her in her hells, hose, and panties.

“Isn’t she stunning Sir?” Alfred asked, knowing Bruce would be the alpha in the room, but wingman in this endeavor was surely to be a pleasure. “She is indeed Alfred, Barbara I should have noticed you before, I’m sorry it has taken me this long to appreciate your .. .uh… talents.

She was fondling their cocks, and Bruce chuckled, “I am sure you know how to lower a zipper too, don’t you.. don’t you want us to come out and play?” Alfred had moved behind her two the side, one hand reaching around to continue to tease her breasts and make her nipples rock hard, the other was teasing her tummy.

“It’s okay Alfred, I believe Barbara here would love for you to tease her pussy, and I must say, I am a bit curious too… is she smooth to the taste and touch… or is their carpet the same lovely shade as the drapes?”

Bruce could only smile as he watched Alfred’s experienced hands, slip inside Barbaras’ panty line, as her fingers found their zippers…. “As for your virginity…let’s not be rash.. but you have lots of options, and, we’ve only just begun!”

 

[princesssexci]

Barbara - Bruce and Alfred



“Mmm, yes.. please touch young lady.. I want you to enjoy….”

Barbara did do just that as she continued stroking Alfred through his pants.

“Perhaps you’d like to get more comfortable…”

Jesus, the way Bruce teased her nipples was driving Barbara mad. “Yessss…” Barbara responded. Her body was eager and tingling with pleasure the more she inhaled the beautiful scent around her. It was hard to focus on words that were actually being said.

Was this…some kind of weird sex dream? Honestly, she didn’t think she would ever fantasize about the Butler. It was odd that her sex dream didn’t include Dick.

“Ah you want to play.. would you like to be our pet.. tamed by two not one.. are you ready to grow up Barbara.. I mean you have the body, perhaps we should see what it can do.”

God that sounded so incredibly sexy and perverse. She had never really fantasized about having two guys at once just one at a time. Barbara figured that Bruce or Dick were too possessive for all that.

BUT then again she never thought she would be jerking off Alfred and Bruce either. Was her taste changing? Maybe she did prefer older men?

She didn’t know anymore!
“Bruce I’m 21 not 11, maybe you’ve just always seen me as a little girl.” Her nipples were rock hard under both mens touch. She watched as eventually her clothes were removed but for some reason there was hesitance in removing theirs.

Like something in the back of her mind telling her something was wrong.

She tried to push past the fog but couldn’t do it. So obviously this was a sex dream. She was gonna go with it.

“Isn’t she stunning Sir?” Alfred asked, knowing Bruce would be the alpha in the room, but wingman in this endeavor was surely to be a pleasure. “She is indeed Alfred, Barbara I should have noticed you before, I’m sorry it has taken me this long to appreciate your .. .uh… talents. I am sure you know how to lower a zipper too, don’t you.. don’t you want us to come out and play?”

“Yes…” Barbara murmured, she got tired of the material being the barrier that kept her hand from touching their cocks anyways. Virgin or not, Barbara needed skin to skin contact. Using one hand, she unzipped his pants and pulled Alfreds cock out. Her hand glided up and down his cock and then her other hand did the same to Bruce, pulling his larger cock out. “Ohhh my god!”

Both men were well endowed at least to her virginal eyes. Alfred continued playing with her nipples causing Barbara to moan and whimper with pleasure.

“Please…” She begged

“It’s okay Alfred, I believe Barbara here would love for you to tease her pussy, and I must say, I am a bit curious too… is she smooth to the taste and touch… or is their carpet the same lovely shade as the drapes?”

When they got to her pussy, they would see she had a landing strip which was done especially for tonight.

“As for your virginity…let’s not be rash.. but you have lots of options, and, we’ve only just begun!”

So she wouldn’t be losing her virginity??? Barbara was confused but didn’t let that take away from the moment. Everything felt so good. It almost felt like she was on E or something.
Her hand eagerly stroked both cocks as their moans filled the room.

 

[princesssexci]

Pamela Isley/ Dick Grayson

“Would you?”

Pamela lifted a brow at Dick again and grinned. “Do you want to test the theory sweet Dick?” Oh he was much too sweet for this world but that was okay, she would change that. She giggled as he pulled her along with him practically racing to past the library, the sitting room, an expanse workout room.

She glanced around his bedroom once they made it inside and closed the door. She thought about locking but where was the fun in that?

He stood there almost seeming to overthink everything.

“Should we get naked…”

She sauntered towards him and pulled at his dress shirt, unbuttoning it and then throwing it to the side. “Yes Dick, we should get naked.”

Pamela kissed along his neck, the toxins from the lipstick seeping into his skin. “No clothes necessary here.” She pulled her mask off and threw it to the side,”No masks…just us. Are you okay with that birthday boy?”
“Oh I bet you’re gorgeous naked… “
She groaned when he pressed her against the door and continued kissing her. Pamela was reluctant to let him go.

“Aren’t you going to get naked too?” he asked.

“Oh where are my manners? Its so not fair for you to get undressed while I stay fully clothed is it?” she gently pushed him back and then down on his bed.

She unzipped her dress, the zipper being located on the side of her hip and and slowly pushed her green dress down, now in a matching pair of black laced underwear.
Pam reached behind her and undid her bra and threw it towards Dick followed by her panties. “Is this what you want, Dick?”

 

[princesssexci]

HARLEY The Joker and Dicktective Sexy -Threes company

“I’m sorry, Puddin’,” Joker pouted, leaving Det. Stowe alone for a moment to go over to Harley, “I’ve only been a vampire for a few hours, I guess I don’t know my own strength. Have you got a mint, or gum or something? My breath is making our sexy dick over there go flaccid.”

Harley blinked and looked down at her outfit and then back at him. She used to keep minty gums or tic tacs on her but now she only carried jolly ranchers and bubble gum. She reached into her small pocket and pulled out some bubble gum.

It was Hubba Bubba brand, sassy cherry with one mystery flavor in there as well. She pulled a piece out and handed the small square bubble gum piece to him. “Its mystery flavor.”

Harley was trying not to be sad about it because she was hoping to see if she could detect what flavor it was but she supposed it was better than having to smell the breath of blood and tombstones.

“I didn’t realize that you were making preparations for my inevitable return from the grave. You took the trouble to rub out some snooty-boots dame and get me an invite to a collection of Gotham’s upper-crustiest critters? I should have known!”

“Mmm yep, you know me always thinkin ahead…” she said forcing a smile. She did the double gun pointy finger motion with the weird clicky sound made with teeth.

“I hope your arm is alright, Puddin'. We’ve got a party to crash, ha-ha!” Joker patted her head, letting his fingertips trail down the length of her platinum pigtail, off the pink dyed tips, “how about it, Detective Sexy? You got a car around here somewhere? If you drive us around, we’ll let you off—you can even say you almost got us! Have some proof for your pen of piggie pals that the Clown Prince of Crime has come back to make a dishonest woman of his beloved Harley!”

“Well, I mean it was almost pulled out of my socket.” Harley paused,”But Im just peachy.” She felt his arms wrap around her and cup her ass. Harley bit her lip. She was soooo conflicted right now. She didn’t know if she should side with Mistah J who would be able to kill her even more quickly now that he was Count Jokula, she did her best not to giggle at that pun.

That was pretty funny, count Jokula!


Focus Harley… Amanda and Ivy’s voice seemed to blend together in her head.

Nope, she couldn’t. She started snickering to herself but stopped when she heard the word handcuffs. Shit, they were still talking?

“Or maybe she’ll lock us up, like the old-old days. In the back seat—with handcuffs—in the holding cell—while they’re taking pictures…”

“Handcuffs? Sure! I like to handcuff people..”

Harley just stared at the detective blankly and then laughed,”OH! I get it—Dick tective, flaccid. You sure are smart Mistah J.”

Yes. She was playing dumb. Harley hated playing dumb but… she needed a way to get to Toodles, her bat.

The way the detective was staring at them made Harley flush. “Okay, maybe she’s a little sexy…Can I have my bat now, Mistah J? I can’t just barge into a rich fancy smancy house with no weapon. I don’t do that no more!” She pouted staring up at him. “Pretty please?”

“I got a few pair in the car.. If you can be a bad, bad Joker, I might.. You know, consider ….” Eyes turn to him with a little flirty giggle and then to Harley, “Harley can help, right Harley?”

Detective Sexy had a pair of bats???? Wait—no, she had been talking about handcuffs hadn’t she?

“Annnd I can’t help without my Batsy…?” She said in a teeny tiny voice trying to inch out of his grip to grab her bat. Honestly, that thing was like a security blanket for her since The Joker had died and Ivy had left her alone.

“Or maybe she’ll lock us up, like the old-old days. In the back seat—with handcuffs—in the holding cell—while they’re taking pictures…”

Her brow furrowed thinking back on that. That had been pretty hot. They’d really given the cops a show! And there were some dirty cops and she wasn’t thinkin about the ones that liked to dip in the evidence and take things.

She meant the OTHER dirty cops that liked to join in making Harley Vroom vroom.

Harley got locked in that memory and felt herself get pulled back towards the Joker as he continued groping her ass.

“Of course, we have no way of knowing if she’ll do as we say—or if she takes us to the police station and earns herself a slow, messy death…” the threat was not veiled in the slightest, “but either way! It’ll be a party!”

“Wait—didnt you leave me there the last time to distract the cops and only you got away?” She was still locked in that memory, her mind slow to catch up.

She cringed as he blew his kazoo. He was never that great to begin with but who was she to ruin his dream of being a great kazoo player.

“Let’s go. Blue blood is my favorite flavor we can stop for mints and mouthwash on the way."

“I CALL SHOTGUN!”

Because Harley didn’t trust sitting in the back of a police car, anymore. “Can we get some hamburgers and french fries on the way? I don’t like eating dead snails and raw fish. Rich people are weird.”

 

[LitShark]

Joker- Harley and Det. Stowe - Boner Jamz '18

“A mystery!” Joker exclaimed, almost childlike in his enthusiasm, “I love a good mystery.”

Joker was chewing aggressively on the gum, trying to pummel answers out of it. His fangs slowly ascended back up into his gums.

“Lemonade! No, PINK LEMONADE!” Joker was guessing flavors in earnest.

Harley was almost an afterthought until she mentioned her bat. So lost in flavor guessing, Joker missed most of the context and only heard the word ‘bat,’ causing his fangs to slide down once again in a rage.

“BAT!?!? Where?!? I’ll Kill him!” Joker shouted in a rage, releasing Harley in favor of searching for Batman along rooftops and in the shadows—that party pooper was expected any moment and Joker had been caught by surprise enough times. The rage only lasted until his eyes fell on her well-worn, decorative, baseball bat.

“Oh, right… Toodles,” this wasn’t the first time they’d had this misunderstanding, “get your toys.”

Joker gave a casual, gentle swat on her backside, releasing her from his grasp.

When she called shotgun, he got his hopes up before realizing that he’d mistaken her meaning again. Somehow their chemistry wasn’t quite back yet. He hoped they would soon find their old rhythm.

“Fine! But I get to be the DJ,” Joker insisted, digging in his coat with one hand as he approached the detective, “Ah, there it is.”

Joker handed Lily a burned CD that was as rough looking as the kazoo. The handwriting on the CD read “H + J 666eva, Boner Jamz ’18.” Most of the CD was scratched and ruined, except for one song, which Joker insisted be played at max volume.

“No stops!” Joker answered Harley’s meal request, feeling his own hunger expressing itself, “once I’ve fed… then you can.”

Joker was reluctant to get into the back of a police vehicle, but if he wanted to he could stomp his legs through the floor and suspension, skid to a stop like the Flintstones. Nonetheless, he leaned in close to Detective Stowe, his breath much sweeter from the gum.

“If you try anything stupid, I’ll hurt you bad. If you play along, I’ll let you go—maybe even leave you with a calling card to show your fellow dicks,” Joker bared his fangs, “so you’ll play nice, won’t you?”

"Grapefruit!" Joker shouted suddenly as a new flavor guess occurred to him.

 

[princesssexci]

Harley, Mistah J, and Detective Sexy Pants

Well that was no fair, he got pink lemonade??? Harley was VERY disappointed that she didn’t get that mystery gum. Muttering under her breath, she walked over to her bat and grabbed it before jumping in the car.

Though, she squealed when he smacked her ass and tried to stifle her giggle.

Harley, you have to stay focused… - again, Harley couldn’t tell if that was Amanda or her imaginary Ivy.

Whoever it was, she knew they were right. She’d spent so long in college. It was sad that she hadn’t really enjoyed fucking shit up as a psychiatrist…oops, or was it being a good doctor or whatever. She pouted at Mistah J’s comment about the food.

“No stops!” Joker answered Harley’s meal request, feeling his own hunger expressing itself, “once I’ve fed… then you can.”

If she was going to get back with the Joker she at least wanted someone else to play with now that she’d ignited that taste for women with Ivy.

“If you try anything stupid, I’ll hurt you bad. If you play along, I’ll let you go—maybe even leave you with a calling card to show your fellow dicks,” Joker bared his fangs, “so you’ll play nice, won’t you?”

“Harley, Im calling for backup…” Said the Amanda sounding voice in her head.

“NO!” Harley coughed and then rubbed her stomach, “No…foooood?” The blonde with red and blue pigtails recovered quickly,”You hear that stomach. No food til Mistah J gets his feel. As long as it aint slugs and Tuna, I guess I can wait. Sooo Detective Sexy, you gotta boyfriend or girlfriend? And you got pink lemonade???”

She was gonna have ta get rid of that ear piece. It was literally a miracle Mistah J hadn’t heard anything.

Fucking Miracle.

"Grapefruit!" Okay, that might have been a gross flavorz

“So this party, ya think there will be any drugs? Ive been sober waaaay too long. We ARE going to the party, still right? This would suck if this was a trap or somethin. Im not in the mood to wear orange again.”

Harley reached over and lightly trailed her red manicured nail down Detective Sexy’s thigh. “Maybe when we get to the party we can give Mistah J a show, show him how great it is to be alive again.”

“Harley…” Amanda growled in her ear. She hit the side of her ear with the ear piece.

“FUCKIN hell that hurt! Sorry the voices in my head was being a TOTAL BITCH again and needs to fuck off!!”

 

[LitShark]

Joker - Harley & Det. Stowe. The Road Less Traveled

“I can’t pretend I don’t like the sound of that,” Joker grinned, leaning over the edge of the front seats with his arms across both seatbacks, “and I promise, if the food sucks, I’ll bring you something you’ll like. I just need to replenish my strength.”

Food. Sucks. Vampire humor. Roll on the laugh track. Joker laughed along with it, his eyes were still watching Detective Stowe through the mirror. Despite his madness, he was watching her closely. His bloodshot green eyes watching her blue eyes closely.

Joker had been aware of Amanda Waller’s intrusion all along, but he wanted to make it Harley’s choice. Would she stay loyal to the Suicide Squad? If so, he’d go with her—unless that Waller bitch tried putting anything in his head. If she wanted free, he’d get her free. By any means necessary.

He wanted to tell her all this, to make her understand that the Lazarus Baths had knocked some sense into him and he was a different clown. But all that came out was—

“Harley, want the rest of my gum? It still has some flavor left,” Joker opened his mouth wide and offered up the lumpy, chewed piece of white gum on the tip of his tongue.

Old habits die hard.

Once the gum issue was resolved Joker dabbed the corners of his mouth with his tongue to stop drool from leaking through his scars.

“Are we there yet?” Joker asked, letting it sit for only a moment, “are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”

 

[Sweetp4u]

A Dick, a Prom Queen and a Joker walk into a manor...

Unaware of the earpiece, watching these two was like… What? What the fuck is it like, Stowe? Because I sure as shit have NOTHING in my arsenal to compare with this madness. Nothing.

Not. A. Fucking. Thing.

The back and forth with these two, psychotic. And her call of Shotgun made me grin, seriously grin. Fucked if I know why, I don’t. It’s childlike, though that bat still has drying blood all over the end of it I’m sure of that. Batsy? Fucking christ. Where is her ‘toodles’ anyway? I glance around, but it’s difficult to make myself shift attention away.

I wish I had shot him when I had the chance, except I like living far too much to do stupid. I can’t make myself take my eyes off him, not for any real length of time. Stepping away to call in backup is a no go, he’s tippy toeing that murder-your-ass line if I step over it.

He’s cracking jokes and swatting her ass, thrusting some nasty ass old CD in my face. This thing looks like it was used as an ice-skate. “You sure it will play?” I ask as I look at it, completely ignored my question. Do I fucking care if it plays? WELL YEAH! Duh! Fuck, all I need is for him to lose his shit in this damned … existence? State? What ever HE is, he’s far fucking scarier than I recall him being alluded to.

“Sure…” A forced, very forced smile, “You can DJ..” I am not promising squat. Nada. Diddly. I glance up when Harley brings up food, the idea is a good one. I am hungry too, maybe I can pass a note to the drive-thru for…

“No Stops!” belts out from the Jokester. Both headed to my car and me, standing here with the thought that maaaaaaybe.. I could just. You know? Leave? I glance down at his rather neat penmanship on CD, “Yeah..” That would go SO well, wouldn’t it? NOT. Following, I watch the two pile into the car, Harley riding shotgun and Jack in the back hanging out between the two front seats. “This is a real stupid idea, Lily..” real, real stupid. Very. Epically proportioned stupid idea.

Well. Bright side? It’s this or death. Buying time, I can sort this out….

Sliding in I am privy to one horrendous smile of, fruity death breath and a loving little croon of, “If you try anything stupid, I’ll hurt you bad. If you play along, I’ll let you go—maybe even leave you with a calling card to show your fellow dicks,” Joker bared his fangs, “so you’ll play nice, won’t you?”

“Grapefruit!”

“Oh, would you? That is so sweet of you..” Laying on the girlie voice and charming smile with a few bats of my lashes, a big ol’ smile. “I am sure my co-workers would be captivated by the epic tales of your return to Gotham.” Do NOT lose the smile, and DON’T speak about his breath, again.

It’s Harley’s loud, “NO!” that makes me jump and shift from looking death in the face and looking at wide eyed pigtails. “No…foooood? You hear that stomach. No food ‘til Mistah J gets his feel. As long as it aint slugs and Tuna, I guess I can wait. Sooo Detective Sexy, you gotta boyfriend or girlfriend? And you got pink lemonade???”

Ooooooookay…. A pasted smile, I would speak but she is just rolling onto the next thing. Good. Keep the Joker focused over there and I can get this, uh.. Party started. I am so fucked. Car started, cd player is as old as this cruiser but hey, at least it works. Into the system I push in the CD and hope that whatever is on it, it is not Celine Dione. If he starts serenading in this car, I may have to run us into the river..

“No, no boyfriend or girlfriends.” Another smile, glancing down at her fingers sliding on my thigh, she is getting some pretty wild ideas. Or she is a real damned good actress. “A show?” Playing it coy and sweet, I fix her with sexy little smile, expecting an answer or some clarification when she just stops and smacks herself in the side of the head… Uh… WHAT?!

And he’s back! Leaning in, cracking puns. If I shot him in the pinky toe, could I play it off as an accident? What food could he possibly bring us? No doubt something busty and bleeding. Try NOT to scrunch up your nose, Stowe!

Seat Belt on, mic is picked up from it’s little hanger, “Dispatch, show us.. me.” I pause as he starts his “Are we there yet?” Over, and over.. and fucking over again! Is he bouncing too?!

“What was that 1088?” My badge number coming across the radio. I look at both of my .. party guests? Companions? The road to my damnation and firing? Not daring to queue the mic hot with Mister J..

Great! Just fucking fantastic, now she has ME calling him that! Even if I didn’t say it out loud, so what!? I oughta shot him when he told me to.. A growl comes and then when they’re both quiet, “I’m taking my lunch.” I let go and slap it into place, which helps the skipping cd land on his ONE working song burned to his hit-it-n-quit-it list.

Drive, Stowe. JUST FUCKING DRIVE! Now I know why my mom always threatened to smack our heads together when we started that ‘are we there yet’ crap.

“On our way! They better have some GOOD stuff there, all I’m sayin’..” I am so going to be fired for this. I just know it.

 

[Homerun2611]

Barbara, Bruce & Alfred…So Wrong, but So Right!, The Wayne Birthday Gala, Post Poison’s Toxic Release

Bruce was both aroused and touched at the sight of young Barbara, at first tentatively and then increasingly aggressively fondling his dear old friend, man servant, pseudo father, and manservant’s cock. In all the time Bruce had known him, Alred had not even shared a cup of tea with someone of the opposite sex, yet it did not really surprise him to see, Alfred was hung like a stallion. The man’s humble talents seemingly had no end. Why not enjoy this moment together, as the lass with the cock in her grasp, seemed to be nearly giddy with excitement.

”Have you ever enjoyed a cock before Barbara, skin to skin, let alone two?“. Barbara had now reached out to grasp Bruce’s massive prick, even larger than Alfred’s as well. “I guess there is a time where every young woman must be broken in, just relax and do as we say….you are in good hands and you are about to find that inner slut that resides deep inside most good girls!”

For Alfred this was almost an out of body experience, never absent the toxin would he have ever done, considered, participated, in the type of revelry that the panties often scattered on the floor of his bedroom, and the occasional rips in the sheets, and claw marks on the headboard suggested that Mr. Wayne enjoyed. However, tonight he was here, and something inside him was crying out to make his own mark in the sexual Christening of young Barbara Gordon.

Her skin was so creamy, her eyes so doe eyed, her lips so pouty, her breasts so pert, her asss…. Mmmm, he licked his lips. “How shall we begin Sir… there is so much to enjoy of her young body…“. He looked down, the petals of her flower so dewy, her panties were near soaked and smelled in a deep heady musk!

Young Barbara had done as asked, released both men’s massive pricks, as they were quickly moving to nude female, clothed male x2. It was cute how she stood up for herself, “Bruce I’m 21 not 11, maybe you’ve just always seen me as a little girl.” Bruce only laughed. “But tonight you can prove that …“ Challenging the woman inside. “Prove to me that you’re a sex kitten, a force worth remembering, perhaps worthy of cumming back… you’d like to cum… back again, right Barbara?” If he were a lion, Bruce was simply pawing and playing with his food, never a doubt in the eventual voraciousness of his consumption.

”Where do we start Alfred… so much to do tonight, so much to teach and train… we will start by priming the pump, giving young Barbara here a chance to glimpse what tonight will entail, but then… she has to prove herself worthy… just like any young slut!” Alfred was shocked, “Slut Sir.. she is no…”. Bruce’s laugh was wicked, ‘It is not derisive, it is a compliment… any woman who will be with me… dare think she is worthy.. best have that inner slut, and clearly have a hunger for cock.”

Bruce Wayne had a dark side, sexual desires that bordered and could easily spill over to the extreme. The combination of tonight’s events, Selina, Catwoman, the inhalation of the toxins, he would be denied no more, and in fact he craved something perverse and filthy, a fuck of the grandest scale!

Alfred had followed Bruce’s direction, fondling her from behind, sliding is hand down her soft skin, petting her virgin kitty, a bit too slow, a bit too tentative for Bruce’s liking, but nice, sweet, as he gave the play by play of her young tear. “It soft sir, her lips are swollen, just a slight strip of hair, her bush is minimalist and soft to the touch. Bruce smiled as his own hand reached forward and with a swift strong tug, held the moist scrap of material in his hand. Bruce brought it to hs nose, “Nice, fresch, but need… “. He held it up to Alfred and the old man inhaled deeply, then to Barbara, “Have you ever smelled yourself, I know you don’t have experience, but I do.. and you have a very nice bouquet, a cunt that inspires desire… just as you drip with it.”

Bruce was going into control mode… “Okay Alfred, before we get young Barbara on her knees, teach her how to suck and entertain not one cock but two… we have work to do.. you steady her, kiss her, make her hunger, tease those young tits, make those nipples ache.. I will handle the rest.. “. As Alfred steadied her, pressed his lips to hers, and Bruce heard their kissing becoming wet and wanting, moans of engaged tongues… Bruce dropped to one knee, turning Barbara and lifting her high heeled foot up, and placing it on his shoulder, he positioned himself directly beneath her, his tongue having equal access to her clit and asshole. But he started just abone her knee, kissing, licking and biting at that tight tendon that extended down her inner thigh.

He felt her squirm and then jolt depending on his action. “Remember Barbara, the line between pleasure and pain is slight, and just the right application of one, greatly accentuates the other.. so if I hurt you.. don’t worry, react… anticipate the pleasure that will follow.

Bruce teased her, he knew how bad that soft pink slit needed tending.. but he was wicked and good, experienced, and by the time his tongue lapped that slit.. pushed inside those folds… he would make her wimpier and need.. her cunt, her ass would all feel that slick muscle of his tongue’s penetration.. she’d likely never cum with a man doing this.. let alone on one let… like a slutty ballerina.. Alfred’s meaty cock in her hand.. the two men played her.. and it was only after deep and long manipulation, Bruce touching every nerve, at different speeds, at different depts, he wanted to make her quivering mess of orgasmic need, before he made her to to her knees to fluff them, for the main event!

 

[Homerun2611]

Pamela Isley/ Dick Grayson - Dick’s Bedroom, The Wayne Manor Birthday Bash...A Horny Virgin and a Wicked Sorceress, What a lucky boy!

Dick looked nervously at the slightly open door, at first concerned that maybe Pamela wasn’t going as far as Dick hoped. That concern was quickly abated, and suddenly that heightened the nastiness he felt exploding through his body. It had been less than 20 minutes ago, he had hoped to bring Barbara here, simply to finally kiss her, feel her young lips on his, perhaps touch her.

Now though, the toxins raged in his body, his now naked body, thanks to the experienced Pamela, his young prick so hard it nearly touched his sculpted abs. Dick was not tall, but he was stacked, a body cut and strong, agile, flexible and powerful, like young clay ready to be shaped by an expereienced sexual artist. A woman of patience and discernment, a woman who could make a man or woman ache, and seduce them in a way that it was a religious experience, performed by a demonness, an excursion to the dark side, that could ruin a man from enjoying carnal pleasure any other way.

“No clothes necessary here.” She pulled her mask off and threw it to the side,”No masks…just us. Are you okay with that birthday boy?” Dick complimented her, and then answered. “Anything you want is okay with me… I… I’ve never done this.. please be my first… please teach me!”

He looked down, he was leaking, clear liquid emerging from his tip, the dollop rolling down his engorged tip.. he looked up almost frightened, his prick was twitching, and felt amazing, throbbing with every beat of his heart. “Is it okay I am doing this, I can’t help it.. I just… “. He asked if she was going to get naked too?

“Oh where are my manners? It’s so not fair for you to get undressed while I stay fully clothed is it?” she gently pushed him back and then down on his bed. He licked his lips, and shook his head gently NO, mesmerized by what he hoped he was about to watch. She did not disappoint, and as she moved all he did was softly mutter, “Oh God… oh.. Oh!”
She unzipped her dress, the zipper being located on the side of her hip and and slowly pushed her green dress down, now in a matching pair of black laced underwear. Pam reached behind her and undid her bra and threw it towards Dick followed by her panties. “Is this what you want, Dick?”

He swallowed, stared, nodded yes… “Oh, that is what Dick wants, what Dick, I mean I want so much..“ The panties had landed on his face, and briefly hung there, and as he inhaled the gusset, he was even more crazed by the pheromones and the musky scent. “You are gorgeous… you are…“. He gulped, “Everything I have ever dreamed about… “ As if by reflex he started stroking his meaty, thick, circumcized cock. Unlike Bruce, he was not shaved below, as he did not know that was a thing men did. But his pubes were short and curly, and highlighted the thick symmetry of his young cock, veins visible and throbbing with need.

“I want to touch you.. may I touch you… I want.. everything Pamela… I want everything!” His legs were weak when he stood, and the room was slightly spinning, was he drunk. It helped, made him bolder as he closed the distance, and wrapped his arms around her, but as he did, they stumbled slightly and he pulled her back on top of them as they landed, skin to skin, he was getting his first kiss… French no less.. and the things she knew to do with her tongue, things he tried to copy, were just… there was no other word.. WICKED! This was great! He curled his hand around and firmly gripped her ass…

 

[LitShark]

Joker - Harley, Det. Stowe & Wayne Manor Security Detail - Clown's Honor

“Good stuff? C’mon! They’re rich! They’ve probably got a champagne fountain and a cocaine ski slope over there. Lobster tails and Kobe beef sliders! These dumb-dumbs got elephant dollars.” Joker reassured his driver, “just look how much land he owns.”

Joker was genuinely impressed by how much land was comparatively undeveloped in such a crowded metropolis. Creepy, leafless trees curled their gnarled branches above the road as they approached. The moonlight seemed to guild the whole ominous expanse in silver fillagree.

A motorcade of loud bikes and gas-guzzling luxury cars sped the opposite direction as they approached.

“Billionaires are the real villains…” Joker muttered to no one in particular, as his fingers began massaging the base of Harley’s skull, “don’t you think, Puddin’?”

Something about the Lazarus bath Joker’d taken without asking for it—he felt uncharacteristically stoic and reflective. Almost political.

God forbid.

“Finally!” Joker sighed, reaching out of his window to open the door from the outside.

He patted his pockets for a few moments as they were approached by… what were these? Bouncers? Valets? Bruce Wayne was a weird dude.

“Hey, Dick. I need a piece. Give me a gun, would’ya?” Joker leaned across Harley to demand a weapon from Det. Stowe, “I won’t use it for any murders. Clown’s honor.”

The timing wasn’t ideal, but it was a proper test of her capitulation—that little-girl-lost flirty voice thing she was doing. Let me hold a smoke engine for a spell. This would reveal a lot about her character and how dedicated she was to keeping her head on her shoulders.

Joker glanced back over his shoulder at the approaching men in suits. It wasn’t like he had any shortage of ways that he could kill a man—now that he was… augmented. But a gun was just so… classic. He missed the feeling of a grip in his hand.

“Which one of you only lies and which one only tells the truth?” Joker chuckled when the guards came within earshot.

 

[princesssexci]

Harley, Mistah J and Detective Sexy Cherry - Lets Get This Party Started

Hearing the lyrics to ICP, Harley let out a loud “Wooooooooo!!!” She hadn’t been this excited to do something in a very long time.

“I can’t pretend I don’t like the sound of that,” Joker grinned, leaning over the edge of the front seats with his arms across both seatbacks, “and I promise, if the food sucks, I’ll bring you something you’ll like. I just need to replenish my strength.”

Fuck, how long had it been since she had a good dick filling her pussy and The Joker as crazy as he was made up for it in the sack. Also what he’d just said about bringing her something she’d like?

That was a bit different from the clown she used to know of course, he was a vampire now so that was incredibly different from the clown she used to know.

“Oh, would you? That is so sweet of you..” Laying on the girlie voice and charming smile with a few bats of my lashes, a big ol’ smile. “I am sure my co-workers would be captivated by the epic tales of your return to Gotham.”

Harley glanced over at the Detective Sexy and tilted her head. That almost sounded sarcastic. She didn’t say anything about it though. Of course, the detective would be sarcastic. She was being held hostage, sorta.

Or were they being held hostage?

Harleys blue eyes lit up when the detective said she was single. “Well do us right then you won’t be single for long! I think I’ll call you cherry, Detective Sexy Cherry.”

She was saying something into the walkie talkie.

What was a 1088? That was police code yeah? Harley glanced over at her badge on her boobs, staring them down. OH! That was her badge number, duuuuh.

“On our way! They better have some GOOD stuff there, all I’m sayin’..”

“Agreed! I still vote on Hamburgers and french fries after this, if its super lame ass rich people food.”

Harley pulled my phone out swiping past the suicide squad group text where Amanda was blowing up her phone and took a selfie with Joker in the background and Detective sexy focusing on the road.

“Good stuff? C’mon! They’re rich! They’ve probably got a champagne fountain and a cocaine ski slope over there. Lobster tails and Kobe beef sliders! These dumb-dumbs got elephant dollars.”

“CHAMPAGNE FOUNTAIN? Oh i love those, I once met the emperor of Mexico and he’d promised to have our wedding party include a fountain with champagne. I had to kill him because of some bad shit he was getting ready to do to his country but …. those were good times.”

“Billionaires are the real villains…” Joker muttered to no one in particular, as his fingers began massaging the base of Harley’s skull, “don’t you think, Puddin’?”

“Mmm Mistah J that feels good.” Harley purred. The massaging of her scalp distracting her. Before she had the chance to answer though they pulled up to the giant manor.
“Finally!”

Harley grinned widely before getting out of the car attaching herself on the Joker after shoving her phone back in her pocket.

“Hey, Dick. I need a piece. Give me a gun, would’ya?” Joker leaned across Harley to demand a weapon from Det. Stowe, “I won’t use it for any murders. Clown’s honor.”


“Ooooh I forgot how sexy you look with a gun Mistah J…” At this point, Harley couldn’t tell if she was faking it or not. Did it really matter at this point? She was already pretty much ignoring Amanda for the time being.

“Which one of you only lies and which one only tells the truth?”

Harley watched, waiting to see The Joker make his big come back and what better way than at a Wayne party.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Detective Stowe, Harley & Joker: The Party Crashers


The manor was massive, the drive long and pretentious as hell. Who killed all the damned trees? Alright, I am not a tree hugger type, but this is just tacky.. Billionaire can’t afford some gardening? The gates are wide open, so welcoming.. If only they knew who was about to make a grand entrance.

“Got the invitation?” I ask Harley, turning to look her way, “Cherry huh? I haven’t had one of those in a long ass time.” A grin full of dimples and twinkle in eyes that give her a long hard stare before throwing open the door. “My badge is mine.” So cocksure and cockles, go figure! About to get out when Jack asks for a gun… Huh?

“Clowns honor huh?” Like I am buying into THAT load of crap. “Sure..” Leaning down to ankle, the small revolver back up is unstrapped and offered over. So dainty and cute and little, five shots are still five shots but he’s not touching my glock. “Here you go!” A big ol’ grin and slapped the revolver into his hand, his to grasp and use or let drop. Out of the car, walking around the front, there is something odd in the front balcony side window?

A squint and footsteps halt. I can hear the guards asking Joker something, but who the fuck cares what they want. “You seeing this?” I mean, maybe I am hallucinating already? It would explain Dracula here, flirty tits and now the sight of two titties I see smashed to glass right now. “Uh.. Was this some sort of fetish party or something?” I can’t be seeing what I am seeing. I mean, WOW! A hand lifts towards the windows, “You do know that’s indecent, right?” I turn my focus to the two guards. “I think we need to have a look around… Close some curtains.. “ If they are expecting all of us to get naked, well! Yeah..

Something is wrong here, this is so not normal. Is it? I never heard of sex parties at Wayne Manor. The woman in question seems to be enjoying herself, face plastered to the glass, but sure as hell looks like my grandmother! Of course it’s not, she passed away a few years ago but still. That woman is elderly from the looks of it.. Elderly sex party?

I don’t wait for protests of the size of his new gun, it’s a guy issue.. sizes. Grins at the pair of them, “Yeah, I need to look around..” A nod and off I head up the entry way, following those fancy flickering strings of lights, the music coming from the left sounds a bit serene for a sex party, but what do I know of those?

“Coming?!” I call out, now no longer concerned with what those two have in mind.

 

[LitShark]

Joker - Harley, Lily and Some Unlucky Guest - A Buffet of Delights


“That’s a good dick,” Joker smiled, gratefully accepting Lily’s boot gun.

A .38 Special.

Truthfully, Joker preferred a revolver. Five was plenty if you paid attention to where you put them. Clip loaded weapons had a nasty habit of choking themselves on shell casings and locking up when you were counting on them to repeat themselves. With a revolver, there was no grey area. Each round fired exactly once. As it should be.

Joker turned quickly, aiming his gun in the direction that he expected security to be charging from—but the valets were actually running at each other and were now making out and shrugging out of their goofy vests.

“The hell?” Joker raised the barrel to his temple, using the sight nub to scratch his head, “have rich folks been having parties like this without me all this time?”

Just after Detective Stowe, Joker was piecing things together. He couldn’t help himself. He laughed. He laughed again, nearly tackling Harley in childlike glee. It was a rich people orgy and he was reunited with his beloved—they had even brought their own party favor in the form of a sexy, blue-eyed minx that seemed game to get tossed around between them.

He kissed her deeply, firing one of his five shots into the night sky.

Joker broke the kiss long enough to bring the gun up to his nose, he breathed in deeply, inhaling the gun smoke. He kissed Harley again, opening his mouth to pass the smoke into her lungs from his own.

He spanked her sequin-spangled ass and rushed into the mansion.

“Why hello there!” Joker shouted in the face of some naked broad, just before he grasped her shoulders and swung his fangs into the nape of her neck, sucking her blood from her body like he was shotgunning a beer.

At the same time, he was unbuckling his belt.

“Hey look!” Joker turned back toward Harley, blood dribbling down his face and neck, still more shooting in gluts from the woman’s nearly decapitated body, “Bacon wrapped shrimp and sliders! Are you still hungry, Harley?”

 

[princesssexci]

Barbara, Alfred and Bruce - The lustful girl inside

”Have you ever enjoyed a cock before Barbara, skin to skin, let alone two?“

Barbara lost in her own lust, part of it being herself and the other the toxins from Poison Ivy shook her head no. It was true, the most she’d done was watch porn.

She shook her red head and glanced between both men, breathing heavily as she stroked them both. It amazed her how big Alfred was and how much bigger Bruce was.

Her pussy tingled at the mere thought of either one of them fucking her but would they? Bruce made it seem like that wouldn’t be happening.

“I guess there is a time where every young woman must be broken in, just relax and do as we say….you are in good hands and you are about to find that inner slut that resides deep inside most good girls!”

“Inner slut?”

She wasn’t a slut! Was she? Her body felt incredibly tingly, aroused and aching for…relief.

Oh but she was a good girl and she definitely didn’t mind being Bruce’s good girl.

She didn’t mind being Alfred’s good girl either if he wanted. She wasn’t sure if he was at all dominant like Bruce seemed to be. Barbara teased Bruce with her comment about not being a kid anymore and then…

Well, then he teased her back which caused her to blush. Right now, just as unknowingly to her she was not on Dick’s mind but Bruce and Alfred seemed to take his spot in her mind as well.

“But tonight you can prove that …“ Challenging the woman inside. “Prove to me that you’re a sex kitten, a force worth remembering, perhaps worthy of cumming back… you’d like to cum… back again, right Barbara?”

“Oh yeah, definitely want to cum again. I mean come back again. Cum back again?” Which cum did she mean? Both? Probably.

Prove that she was a sex kitten? How was she supposed to do that?

”Where do we start Alfred… so much to do tonight, so much to teach and train… we will start by priming the pump, giving young Barbara here a chance to glimpse what tonight will entail, but then… she has to prove herself worthy… just like any young slut!” Alfred was shocked, “Slut Sir.. she is no…”. Bruce’s laugh was wicked, ‘It is not derisive, it is a compliment… any woman who will be with me… dare think she is worthy.. best have that inner slut, and clearly have a hunger for cock.”

Barbara shivered when Alfred brushed his fingers over her pussy. She moaned softly from gentleness and teasing. It was all so new to her, well not the touching just having

someone other than herself do the touching.

She wanted someone to add fingers she didn’t care who. “Please…” Barbara whimpered.

“Okay Alfred, before we get young Barbara on her knees, teach her how to suck and entertain not one cock but two… we have work to do.. you steady her, kiss her, make her hunger, tease those young tits, make those nipples ache.. I will handle the rest.. “.

They were going to what? All of that sounded so incredibly sexy and dirty and something she’d only secretly watched on her phone hidden under the covers while fingering herself before bed.

As Alfred steadied her and kissed her lips, slowly tentatively she kissed him back her mouth opening as she felt his tongue slide in. She moaned still slowly stroking the two cocks.

She let go of Bruce’s cock when he dropped to his knees. She could fully focus on the kissing she was doing with Alfred whimpering a bit from the kiss.

She gasped sharply feeling his teeth Bruce’s teeth on her thigh and ankle causing her to squeal into Alfreds mouth. She squirmed from the bites until he finally reached her pussy just above her clit. It felt forever by the time Bruce got there.

He was teasing her though making her crave more from him. She gently nipped at Alfeds lip as she still stroked his cock. She would be patient and have confidence that these teo men would show her exactly what to do to please them.

 

[princesssexci]

Pamela/Dick - Breaking Innocence and forming a Dom?



“Oh, that is what Dick wants, what Dick, I mean I want so much..“

Pam laughed softly at his words. He was so refreshing. She hadn’t had anyone younger than her since college and though they weren’t that far apart in age, he still had a bit of innocence to him.

However when Pam was done, that innocence would be gone. He will have gone from a tiny seedling to a mighty oak tree. He might even surpass Bruce when it came becoming her little secret

Pamela didnt hate Bruce but hated that he refused to indulge her ideas for the environment when she worked for his environmental sector.

Dick could get her everything she wanted though, with Bruce and in bed.

“You are gorgeous… you are…“. He gulped, “Everything I have ever dreamed about… “

“Mmmm look at how big your cock is…” She purred doing her best to act the love sick female, a Houtyuna plant — a chameleon plant. She was far from sweet like his precious Barb wire.

But he wouldn’t learn that until she had already wrapped her vines around him and pierced him with her thorns.

Pamela grabbed his cock getting excited by the idea of breaking his innocence. Her skin flickered green then went back to brown? making it seem like an illusion.

She gripped it and stroked. “Am I doing it the way you like Dick? Does your dick like this? Tell me what you want, birthday boy…”

“I want to touch you.. may I touch you… I want.. everything Pamela… I want everything!”

“Do it! Touch me, Dick. Make me feel good, make me bloom with more desire for you.”

She was pulled into a french kiss and moaned as she guided his hand to her pussy. Well…. the other hand that wasn’t grabbing her ass.

 

[princesssexci]

Harley/Joker/Detective Cherry 92101


“Got the invitation?” I ask Harley, turning to look her way, “Cherry huh? I haven’t had one of those in a long ass time.”

“Yeah, I lost mine.” Harley said referring to the cherry comment. She gave a pointed look at Mistah J. “Hold on gotta get into character…” She pulled out the invitation. “Hello, I received this invitation from Bruce Wayne…its not too late is it?” She lost the strong bronx accent and didn’t sound as nasally as she typically did as Harley Quinn.

“HAAAAAA I TOLD YOU I STILL GOT IT. I could walk back into Arkham and take my job back and no one would know the fucking difference.”

BANG!

The first shot in the air and then Harley flinched waiting for the second shot but heard nothing. Her eyes were closed and she opened one.

Were the guards making out?

She sniffed and smelled something familiar. The smell was faint but rosey. But… Ivy wouldn’t come here, she hated Bruce Wayne and how the fuck would she even get an invitation and …why did the joker suddenly look like Heath Ledger????

Not that Mistah J didn’t always look good but somehow he looked better? Almost like a Hollywood actor.

Slam!

Her eyes jerked over to the windows where breasts were pressed against the glass and the woman was being fucked and being fucked real good.

“Harley, abort miss—-“

Abort the opportunity to join an orgy and steal from the rich? She wasn’t sure which turned her on more. Harley rolled her eyes and pulled the head phone out and dropped it on the ground. “Dont ask.” She said to both her party guests.

“Uh.. Was this some sort of fetish party or something?”

“The hell?” Joker raised the barrel to his temple, using the sight nub to scratch his head, “have rich folks been having parties like this without me all this time?”

“Who the fuck cares? That means easier way to get in and get free food and fuck and take home some cool Wayne party favors.”

That literally could’ve meant anything. It didn’t mean they would steal anything just borrow it and never return it, toooootally different.

“Thats fucking hot!” Harley said “Ya know if they weren’t wrinkly.”

, “You do know that’s indecent, right?” Harley turned her focus to the two guards. “I think we need to have a look around… Close some curtains.. “

“Close curtains? Detective Cherry 902101 we came to have fun not stop the fun. Live a little or is your gun vest thingy on too tight? I could loosen it for you.” Harley winked at her before getting pulled into a kiss from mistah J and moaning with delight as the gun smoke filled her lungs.

“You are so fuckin hot…” Harley moaned to the Joker.

“Yeah, I need to look around..”

As she walked away Harley started to warn Mistah J that it was probably Ivys doing but he was already moving too. Guesss they were about to get fucked over by toxins. Harley used to sniff this stuff on the daily acting as Poison Ivys guinea pig.

It didn’t mean she wouldn’t be affected just that she knew what was comin. It also meant if she was right that her ex girlfriend was in there somewhere causing chaos.

She glanced around as the scent of roses and jasmines, natural aphrodisiacs is what Ivy used to call it but there was something else mixed in to make it more potent. This was stronger than what she used to sniff.

Did that whore use actual E in her little plant toxins now? That bitch, that was Harley’s idea so they could fuck up the government do gooders amd Ivy was all like nooo thats chemical’s Harley. blah fuckin blah!

“Shrimp? Fuck yeah!” Harley screamed excitedly momentarily distracted by the mention of bacon and shrimp TOGETHER.

“You always know what to do to get a girl in the mood! I think you need a napkin Mistah J. Detective Cherry, come get some shrimp!”

 

[Homerun2611]

Bruce, Alfred and Barbara - The Awkening, X-rated version, The Wayne Manor Birthday Gala, Post Toxins, 25 minutes prior to the Joker, et all

“Inner slut?” She said it softly, and Bruce’s lips turned up in a wicked smile. Was it a question, a confession, or an epiphany. Did young Barbara possibly think being a slut was a bad thing? Bruce hope not, but if she did, tonight would remove any foolish, girlish assumptions what a man like him wanted from his women, sexually.

His women, was he considering, auditioning Miss Gordon for a place in his considerable stable of conquests with extended invitation potential? Already tonight he had seen two, and perhaps three women that had secured his interest for at least one time, but potential long term fornication potential. The one time professional Ms. Selina Kyle, the latex bound cat burglar, and he was quite certain he had seen Dr. Isley, who despite their philosophical difference, he could not deny his desire to scale her vines and pollinate her pistil.

The sexual awakening, the ability to teach and sculpt such an innocent into a wicked and wanting temptress, normally his respect for his old friend would discourage him, but the toxins had stripped any such conscience or reservation, and the eagerness of the wannabe sub was encouraging him into the darkness he usually reserved for the various models, and women of spectacular looks but wanton morals he usually frequented.

”Yes, Barbara… that little demon inside, the one throbbing in your clit.. the one, you are craving Alfred to touch, and me to fuck!” Bruce signaled to Alfred, as he heard her fumble in her eagerness. “Oh yeah, definitely want to cum again. I mean come back again. Cum back again?”

”Inside of her Alfred, our girl wants to be teased and penetrated, her young cunt stretched and enjoyed!” Bruce cradled her chin in his fingers, making her stare into his eyes. “You can’t cum again, until you cum the first time…it is time you learned to cum other than by your own hand, my little minx.”

Alfred wanted to be troubled, he had spent decades trying to ignore certain desires, feign disapproval to Bruce’s ways. How often had he cleaned a room, of sheets shredded in ecstasy, ties and cuffs linked to bed posts, lipstick on sheets, collars, boxers, and traces of blood from God only knows what. He had shook his head in disapproval, all while trying ot ignore the titillation of Bruce’s needs and the women who all too willingly and consensually seemed to not only enjoy, but crave such behavior.

There was no denying that Bruce Wayne liked it rough, whether entertaining one or multiples, and now, with the opportunity to discourage the drawing of the heretofore innocent Ms. Gordon into such debauchery, he couldn’t, quite the opposite.. he found his heart pounding, his cock throbbing to enjoy the willing innocent, thoroughly. His fingers were older, but talented and nimble, he curled two fingers up inside of her. “it is okay Ms. Gordon… whatever you do this night will stay here… so let yourself go… you won’t be sorry!”

Bruce chuckled, even when eager for depravity, Alfred was a gentleman. Bruce whispered in her ear, “He means you are going to do things, feel things, want things you never dreamed you’d do.. and you are going to love every minute of it!”

As Alfred kissed her, as she moaned and squealed into their kiss, as Alfred curled his fingers, and fucked her tight, wet, virgin cunt, Bruce had gone down, from behind, and he lifter her leg, and wound her high heels leg and foot back around his shoulder like he might a scarf. He lifted and spread her obscenely, and after briefly sliding his tongue between and around Alfred’s fingers, teasing her clit, he focused on his real target, long slow, meandering and tantalizing laps between her taint and asshole, her virgin, tight little rosebud.

He moaned, and growled as he teased her ass, “Hard to say what I enjoy more, a virgin cunt or ass, both are so tasty!” As shocked as Alred was, his tock twitched and he grinded it harder into Barbara’s stroking hand. Bruce lapped up and down over and over, feeling her wiggle, noticing how it increased the slick in her thighs. “So you like your ass being used, played with, I hoped so.. I just thought you were the type of girl who might enjoy anal play?”

Bruce hardened his tongue and pushed at her pucker, pressing his tip in, pushing farther and farther as his saliva lubricated her. He listened to her response, sensed if she pushed back, wanted more, he wanted her panting to be used. With her encouragement he had an anal plug at the ready, he rarely attended a social event without it, and so he planned ot tease her, and push it inside. “Your body needs a bit of time to be stretched…” He did not indicate for what, but surely she might hazard a guess.

His plug had a true, rare and priceless ruby heart at it’s non penetrating end, the device 18Kt gold, if she did as Bruce intended, he would let her have it as a parting gift. He liked his women to have momentos of their time with him, it was a gift that kept on giving.

Once he knew if she was willing to be all he hoped tonight, he finally stood, his mouth having just pleasured her ass, he turned her face away from Alfred’s and pressed his own talented and wanting tongue into her mouth. He let Alfred continue to prep her young pussy as she stroked his cock, but when he did finish the kiss, he put his hand on her shoulder and began to press her down to her knees.

He had his prick in his hand, hard and ready for her, as she still had Alfred in her hand. “Both of us, one at a time, use your hands to work our balls, the base of our shafts, massage and stroke, while your mouth and tongue works the tip and upper shaft.. it is not just any woman who can really pleasure two cocks.. but Barbara… I have confidence in you…”

Alfred was panting, and Bruce hoped his heart didn’t give out ,as the old man whispered, “As do I Sir… she is a very special girl!”

 

[Homerun2611]

Dick and Poison Ivy… oh that sounds uncomfortable… it isn’t!!! The Wayne Birthday Gala, 20 minutes prior to Joker, Harley and the Sexy Detective’s Entrance

“Mmmm look at how big your cock is…” Dick looked down, making sure nothing had changed in terms of what she may be remarking on, was it? Big, that was, relatively speaking? He didn’t really know, he knew how big it was, but not whether that was good or not, how he fared against others, or how he might appeal to .. well, any woman alive? And as he watched Pamela look at him, her eyes, her reactions, it was not just his cock that swelled with pride and became emboldened! Yet all he could do was stammer, a brief, but sincere, “Th .. thank you!”

Her hands reached out and grabbed his engorged and throbbing member, the sensation so jolting his eyes played tricks on him, briefly making the gorgeous, naked woman gripping him appear GREEN… he shook his head, and closed his eyes, savoring for the first time another hand fondling his throbbing cock, other than his own. This was much, MUCH better.

“Am I doing it the way you like Dick? Does your dick like this? Tell me what you want, birthday boy…” His eyes shot wide, REALLY? “Yes.. OHHH YESSS.. that feels amazing… but… what do I want?” He swallowed, really hoping his voice didn’t crack in all the excitement, “Miss Easley.. I… I want it all … I ... Mean.. your hand… and .. maybe your .. uh .. mouth.. and… or.. your…” He let his eyes pan down to that most mysterious, tantalizing and irresistible patch of paradisE between her legs.. that gorgeous slit of which young men’s dreams and fantasies were made.

He wanted to touch her too.. touch all of her.. everywhere, repeatedly over and over, he was so curious, so desperate to learn! “Do it! Touch me, Dick. Make me feel good, make me bloom with more desire for you.” She desired him, no words could have more thrilled him, provoked him and as his one hand moved to grip her ass, no longer tentative, she wanted him! He felt her guide his other to her pussy.

At first his hand just kind of slapped there, grasping and then instincts began to take over, his fingers moving, massaging, gripping, and he heard himself growl, “You want me?” He gripped, and curled his fingers, he slipped to fingers inside her.. it was warm, wet.. WONDERFUL! “Like this… “ He began to saw his fingers in and out.. .the hand gripping her ass gripped tighter, she seemed to like it? He massaged her ass, pumped her body to thrust into his fingers.

”Oh God, I want to fuck you… I want to fuck you so hard… can I… I want to cum inside of you!” He didn’t know his own strength, or how passion would course adrenaline though his system, suddenly he was lifting and slamming her body back into the now closed door to his bedroom… “I want to make you mine… this birthday boy wants only one present..“ He pressed his kiss into hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth, his fingers, pumping her cunt… “YOU!!!! MINE!!!”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Detective Stowe, Harley & Heathster: Not Brokeback Manor

Every – fucking – where? Yeah, everywhere. So many naked, writhing, masked.. Masked? What the hell are they butt naked but masked for? As if that isn’t a congressman over there, and that woman that I just saw going down on the wife of said congressman was the museum curator, Mrs. Burnnel! My phone, I can call it in on my phone. Call what in though? No one is outside doing lewd acts… yet!

“I see… naked people…” and smell something pretty? Perfume heavy maybe? I am not sure what room of the manor we are in, but the music is exotic, and the bodies are heavily engaged in some serious raunch. Cock in hand, cock in mouth… and is that .. Nope! I am not looking at that! Almost tempted to turn my head sideways and lean to see how the hell that is going. That lady looks like she’s a gymnast in that spread!

“Close curtains? Detective Cherry 902101 we came to have fun not stop the fun. Live a little or is your gun vest thingy on too tight? I could loosen it for you.” Harley is saying, half bent from the Joker’s groping. Looking at the pair of them a long moment, the room is a little warm. Isn’t it? “It seems to be..” But then I watch him unbuckle his damned pants. OH MY GOSH! What!? No! Turning quickly away from that view, it isn’t that I didn’t notice the blood and heaped over granny bleeding profusely all over the marble floor, I.. for whatever reason, just don’t care… Do I? I feel funny.

“Okay something is wrong…” But I am grinning. WHY the fuck am I grinning? I don’t want to SEE THIS! It’s like my parents and grandparents got together, I mean is there anyone here under fifty here in this room? Ah yes, there are a couple mixed into this orgy. Why am I here again? Furrowed brows and curious eyes are taking in the scene, feeling the odd sensation of arousal at all this.

“Shrimp? Fuck Yeah!” Ramrod spine and spin, “Harley?” She’s bouncing, titties jiggling and grinning almost as madly as her former boytoy. Man-toy? Toy-toy works. Not sure I want to try and imagine stickman naked though.. G.C.P.D. black Tee with golden letters must surly stand out in here. Jeans, my badge is on my hips, printed on my left breast. The vest? “Gotham Police!” Comes out as I stand with my hands on both hips, the two conspirators behind me seem to be engrossed in something? Not looking!

AND… no one cares. Not a single head lifts from lips or mouth or .. Oh MY gosh! Get your tongue out of there, you sicko! Both hands want to slap over my eyes… I can’t unsee that! “I think he just licked her ass…” Turning back to Harley and Joker. Yeah, no one gives a shit that the po-po is here. So … now what?

“You always know what to do to get a girl in the mood! I think you need a napkin Mistah J. Detective Cherry, come get some shrimp!”

Huh. Well. Okay then. “Shrimp?” Sure, why not. Following along, inhaling a bit more, “Do you smell that?” Asking either of them, one or both, don’t matter. It smells.. Perfume doesn’t carry this far nor this wide. Following Harley’s little cheeks over to a table spread out with all sorts of goodies, I can see a huge three tier birthday cake sitting center.

Smiling, relaxing as I do. Just standing here, eyes on Harley’s butt and that large thin hand cupping a cheek, feeling like I am flying. Happy, wild little sensory flutters. So odd. I am here for a reason. Aren’t I? Cute little napkins with a number on it. “A birthday..” Who’s birthday though? I wasn’t invited, so I haven’t a clue. There is a couple on the settee not ten feet away, just going to town. She’s screaming and grunting so loudly, little cowgirl action, I want to applaud. Cheer maybe?

Wait.. What?

“Here you go, Jack.” A wad of snow-white napkins with the black number print is just thrust into his face, “So you don’t get any on your shirt.” A smile, not a forced smile, nor a sarcastic snide like remark, just a warm and overly friendly smile and offering. Leaning into Harley a bit to reach around her, she is essentially squished a bit between me and her Joker-toy. Plucking up a fat shrimp, slathering it into cocktail sauce, it is deposited between lips and suckled on. “I better..” Speaking around the meat, “Look around shome more..” totally talking with my mouth full.

 

[Homerun2611]

While Bruce, Alfred and Dick are dicking… the Manor fights back! Nice fact about AI, it can’t breathe toxins .. but there are a few bugs!

Wayne Manor, courtesy of Wayne Enterprises and its CEO, Lucious Fox, housed some of the most sophisticated security equipment in the world. So despite the absence, or perhaps more inappropriately, the current hosting obligations being pursued by the inhabitants of the elegant estate, the manor had no choice but to rise to its own defenses.

Glitches in the system, invaders unexpected. Anthrax, the vacuums would have hit, opened from the ceiling, sucking everything out, while oxygen poured up from the floor. Oh, a few would have taken the hit but very few, nerve gas, tier gas, any sort of bad gas, identified and removed. But a love toxin, edged with recreational drugs, Bruce liked his X, a little coke sprinkled on a hard nipple or his rigid cock, that was a party, so those types of things had been elimated from the system. Hell, even caped crusaders needed to let off some steam from time to time.

So the toxins had permeated everything, even the security huts in back and front, there were going to be some raw dicks and irritated assholes as the boys seemed to be going in bare backed and lacking lube. None of them were gay, but they weren’t seeing what they thought they were, the security dudes looking like SI models to each other, just like somehow Joker was Heath Ledger, and Harley was the hot chick from Wolf of Wall Street! Whatever Ivy had done, this was some strong shit!

So, the Wayne Manor stayed silent, fucking running amuck. Menopause, old age, ED, no match, not a pussy or cock needed to be left out. Of course, humans being humans, the rate of uptake and speed of effect varied, but all were slowly but surely getting in the mood. But then it happened, shot fired, a new entrant, and the sight of the pistol raised in the air, and a quick read id’d the suspect, and in reality, anyone not in Batman garb would have qualified, the house was ready and took immediate action.

The ceiling opened and the pull of a massive web of electro magnets immediate. Sorry silverware it was going too. The pull from Joker’s hand would have been instant, unexpected and impossible to stop. If it was metal it was hurling toward the ceiling, silverware, platters, guns.. and.. metal zippers and bra clasps. The pull so hard no stitching could resist, as any pants or dresses or …that weren’t already in the process of being removed, were suddenly gone. Few people still had any clothes, mostly panties and lingerie…quite perfect for the occasion.

The house had seen the threat and acted.. and could now sit back and have people fornicate all over it’s every piece of furniture, floor and carpet!