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“The Batgirl Sex Tapes”
By Raven11803
12:00 Midnight- A SKYSCRAPER ROOFTOP IN DOWNTOWN GOTHAM CITY
Batgirl paced slowly and pensively along the rooftop. She was waiting for someone. As she paced, the sexy young crime fighter cut quite a remarkable image for the 6 security cameras that were now carefully trained on her.
Her simple gray unitard was remarkably snug, clinging to every delicious curve of her perfect youthful gymnast’s body. Over this, she wore a sexy shiny little blue-black thong, which successfully highlighted all of Batgirl’s best features as it clung to her sexy wide hips, plunged suggestively down over her mound, and slipped suggestively between her full pouting buttocks. A tiny little mini-cape swished from her shoulders. It was cut remarkably short for safety reasons, to avoid any entanglements in the wheels of her Batgirl cycle, but the fact that it did nothing to cover her distractingly delightful derriere was an added plus.
For tonight, she’d left her faithful utility belt behind. Its bulky form would only detract from her svelte appearance, and for tonight’s rendezvous, that was simply unacceptable. Of course the sexy new modifications to her uniform were far too showy and suggestive for a typical night of real crime-fighting, but tonight Batgirl was out to catch a different type of quarry. And for the target that she had in mind, this more suggestive attire would do nicely.
As she gazed out across the spectacular Gotham skyline, her large blue eyes drank in the sparkling lights of the city. From here, she could just make out the top of Police Headquarters, and the large light which was so often used to project the dazzling bright image of the Bat-signal into the clouds which hung so low and ominous over the –
“Gm-mMMMmmmPPHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!!!” The hand came out of nowhere, gripping the svelte heroine expertly around the mouth, instantly silencing her sharp scream of astonishment, while the second hand gripped her wrist like a vice, and quickly twisted it around behind her back with savage brutal strength. In an instant, one of the world’s most capable female martial artists had been rendered utterly and completely helpless. . .
“Gm-mMMMmmm-mMMMMMmPphhh!!!” was all the young woman was able to utter, before the gasp reflex caused her to inhale the sweet-smelling vapors into her dainty nostrils. Her sexy-soft but toned little body, all dressed up in her suggestive attire, looked great and felt even better, as it rubbed and bumped up against her unseen attacker. As a beautifully wide-eyed Batgirl wriggled fiercely, she inadvertently did a wonderful job of rubbing her soft sexy well-muscled glutes all over her adversary’s pelvic bulge.
Cursing herself for being so easily taken by surprise, and perhaps also for wearing such inappropriate attire while on duty, Batgirl could feel her attacker’s powerful body pressing hard and insistent against her thonged buttocks. He was hard as a rock. All alone, unarmed, and dressed in her sexy little number, she’d never felt so utterly vulnerable.
In fact, no one knew she was here. Without her utility belt, she couldn’t send a distress beacon, nor would any of her fellow crime-fighters be able to track her location had she sudden gone missing. And her delightful little emanating from behind the rag clamped to her mouth only confirmed her helplessness.
Her attacker was evidently both strong and experienced. Leaning her backward against his body, he managed to keep her off balance, her pelvis thrust gratifyingly forward, leaving her completely out of position to mount any of a dozen possible defensive techniques. The backward lean kept her prancing desperately on her tip-toes, a position which coincidentally also happened to make her look especially helpless and sexy. As she wriggled desperately to try to break free from her assailant’s iron grip, Batgirl’s perfect sexy hips shimmied, jerked, and swayed appealingly.
Now Batgirl’s struggles eased and slowed, and her grip weakened. Her thick dark eyelashes fluttered and sagged over large clear glassy glazed youthful eyes. Her large clear beautiful eyes were beautiful as they slowly rolled up into her head. He savored the delicious sight as her eyes slowly rolled left then right, then up as her grip grew gradually weaker and weaker. Finally, as she fell limp and slack in her assailant’s arms, a faint sigh announced her unconditional surrender, as her head lolled adorably to one side.
Now, his large powerful hands seized her soft jutting defenseless melon-sized breasts. The heroine offered no resistance as the man’s hands shamelessly sampled and fondled her large fleshy orbs at length, gratuitously man-handling the forbidden treasures. They were magnificently large and soft and heavy in his hands as he lustfully palmed and toyed with the crime-fighter’s world-famous breasts. Nicely firm, round, and sweetly pointed, they were everything he wanted them to be.
The sweet smell of her auburn hair filled his nostrils as her head lolled adorably to one side. Now utterly limp in his grip, and dressed from head-to-toe in what amounted to “cosplay fetish attire,” this sexpot was a vision of comic book fan-boy fantasies come to life.
This was how he had always wanted her: dozy, limp, unresisting. Now he could to anything to her. . . anything.
His mind reeled with the endless possibilities. Here she was, the world-famous Batgirl, normally so in-control, so aloof, so deliciously sexy and together, so hot in her little outfit, but utterly and forever untouchable. But as she lay in his arms now, with no more fight than that of a limp rag doll, she was untouchable no-more. Now he could touch any part of her, any way he wanted, for as long as he wanted, and she’d have nothing to say about it.
Now the shadowy captor’s hand wandered further to explore the dozy heroine’s perfect plump ass. Her world-famous buttocks felt divine in his hands. Devilishly plump, full, round, and pouting, her buttocks were irresistibly squeezable and soft, and utterly unresisting.
Her bottom was neatly bifurcated by a skimpy thong, the frivolous strip of shiny slick-fabric only served to emphasize the jutting roundness of the heroine’s most fetching feature. Thrusting his hips against the tempting cleft of her ass, he stiffened instantly. He had to have more.
“Unnnnnnn-ghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm…” she sighed again, cooing with a delightful feminine sigh, as if to remind him of her total submission.
Lowering his curvaceous prize to the gravely rooftop between the building’s outer half-wall and a large air conditioning unit, he could quickly see that they would be safe from prying eyes. Only the security cameras would see their little encounter. Designed to sense and follow any moving objects, the camera’s faithfully followed the action as he lowered her to the ground.
As she crumpled to the ground, laying on her side, Batgirl’s tiny sleek shiny-yellow high-heeled boots skidded across the rooftop surface making a marvelous crunching sound as they scraped through the gravel.
Laying her crumpled form on a sheet of rubber roofing, the assailant’s lustful eyes drank in the sensual sight of his newly acquired quarry. She was everything he’d always wanted in a woman. Beautiful, young, in her early twenties, she was a perfect specimen of female fitness. Her form-fitting unitard showed off every perfect curve of her young fit gymnast’s body, from her pouting ass to her ample breasts. Asleep as she was now, a captivating look of supreme innocence covered her dainty feminine features. But that sexy little thong certainly suggested that the girl had a secret naughty side. That was promising.
Given the circumstances, he sampled her perfect plump peach of an ass. Gratuitously now, he sampled her right flank and then her left, as the girl dozed helplessly. It was incredible. He was really playing with Batgirl’s ass! Then he grabbed a tit. . . . Nice. It was firm, large, heavy, and nicely pointed. Everything on this girl was right where it belonged. She had a cheerleader’s build.
Rolling her over onto her back, he groped her inner thighs, marveling her delicious curves as his hands sneaked ever nearer to her mound. Now his fingers drifted over the front panel of her thong, prompting a breathy sigh to escape the dozy girl’s full pouting lips. Now grasping her impossibly slender ankles he spread the he stretched out her curvy legs, and spread them slightly, and positioning himself between her legs, slowly lowered himself down onto her so that his pelvis was seated nicely between her luscious gray thighs, pressing down hard on her groin. He could feel the heat of her sex and the gentle bulge of her mound. He marveled at the sensation. He was where every comic-book fan boy wanted to be.
But to go any farther, he would have to take her inside. Standing upright, he grasped her slender gloved wrists, and pulled her up into a seated position. Then scooping her up, he tossed her limp form over one shoulder. She was surprisingly light.
Folded over his shoulder her ass looked and felt incredible, the thong savagely pulling the fabric down deep, deep into her cleft, emphasizing the fullness of each buttock. Now he shamelessly groped her plump ass at length, her flesh dimpling under his fingertips. He’d wanted to grab that ass for the longest time, and now that he had his chance, he was not to be denied. The unresisting fleshy treasure jiggled and quivered rewardingly as he groped and toyed with it, as the cameras zoomed in to record it all.
As he began to walk toward the stairway that led down into the building, he loved the way the girl’s arms swung loose and free, silently trumpeting her complete and total vulnerability and accessibility. He could do anything to this world-renowned sexpot.
He had opened the lock to the roof-access door earlier, so he quickly turned the knob and entered the short narrow stairway hoping he’d avoided being detected.
Her ass jiggled and quivered rewardingly as he took each step. He turned at the landing and descended another flight, to the penthouse level. Carefully, he carried his curvy prize treasure through the door, being certain to double-lock it behind him.
Turning to the left, he strode through the dark lavishly appointed penthouse apartment, using only the light from the surrounding city skyline to illuminate his path, his sexy cargo still draped limply over one shoulder.
As he entered the bedroom, he eyed the large bed that lay before him, covered in beckoning black satin sheets. For an instant, he imagined a small sampling of what he would do to her in this bed. His mind boggled at the possibilities.
Leaning low over the king-sized bed, he unceremoniously dumped his sexy cargo onto the mattress, flopping the groggy heroine into the middle of the bed, so that her large prominent breasts bounced and sloshed gratuitously for a moment, as she laid splayed out suggestively on her back, her dazzling copper/red hair splashed out amazingly around her, her full pouting pursed lips cooing invitingly.
For a moment, he gazed at the dazzling sight of her exquisite supine body. Splayed out before him, in her sexy little thong, it was almost too good to be true. There wasn’t a moment to be wasted. Quickly he checked the room’s additional cameras. All seemed to be whirring away nicely, tracking on her.
The wall-to-wall windows of the penthouse were heavily mirrored, so as long as he left the lights off, his lusty shenanigans with Batgirl would go entirely unseen by the Gothamites in nearby buildings, no matter how obscene the action got to be.
Now climbing into bed with her, he sidled up beside the legendary sexpot. This is what he had always wanted, . . . what every fan boy secretly wanted.
Breathless, he reached out and touched her perfect thigh. It was full, smooth, and sleek,, . . . soft but toned. He groped her thigh all over, then slid his hands along her inner thigh, . . . ever-so close to her mound. Silently dozing, she made no move to stop him, her impressive bust line slowly rising and falling with each gentle breath.
Now reaching out, he touched the front panel of her thong, at her mound. It was so forbidden, so wonderful. Only a couple of strips of Lycra separated him from her legendary virtue. Now his eager fingers stroked her excitedly.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he whispered. “Oh yeah, that’s what you want.” Reaching for his belt, he produced a small vibrator which he had brought especially for this occasion. Clicking it on, he listened to its gentle purr for a few moments, then held it against the unresisting heroine’s magnificently shaped pouting mound. The tone of the buzzing sound changed noticeably as he held it against the most sensitive part of her body. Varying the pressure as he rubbed the device against her, caused it to make a strange wavering variations in the low buzzing noise, “BzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzz-RRRRRRRrrrrr-ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz.” The strange buzzing sound filled the otherwise silent apartment.
But soon the simple buzzing brought about the desired effect. “Ohhhhh-hhn – Ooooooooo-hh,” the heroine sighed breathlessly, her breasts rising like mountains. Wherever Batgirl’s keen crime fighter’s mind was drifting right now, lost in its hazy dreamy-state, the gentle persuasion of that simple buzzing device was somehow reaching her with its gently insistent pleasure.
“Oh yeah! You like that, don’t you, baby?” he thought as he observed her subtle responses. Now her head turned from side to side, her slender shoulder rose to meet her dainty feminine chin. Her breathing deepened, accentuating the rise and fall of her prodigious sloshing missile-shaped breasts.
Was it his imagination, or were her hardening nipples now clearly visible through the thin fabric of her Lycra top? His ravenous eyes devoured the scene as her proud perky nipples pushed hard against the stretchy fabric, making themselves clearly evident as she grew more aroused, pressing up through the Bat-symbol which was stretched crazily over her eye-popping gravity-defying youthful breasts. Distorted as it was over her bosom, it was clearly the sexiest bat-symbol in the world.
As the strategically positioned buzzing continued, her ooing cooing sighs intensified. Now her legs and pelvis began to wriggle oh-so-subtly. Was the sexiest woman in Gotham was thrusting back against his battery-powered ministrations?
“Yeah, that’s right, baby. That dosing I gave you wasn’t just chloroform,” the man whispered, “It was specially formulated to throw your libido into triple-overdrive. The dose you got was enough to put herd of rhinos into heat for a month. When you come to, you’re going to be a lot of fun.”
“Nnnnnnnnnnn-gghhhhhh…” Batgirl moaned incoherently, but with increasing intensity.
Now the gentle thrusting motion of her hips was unmistakable. . . . She wanted it.
Suddenly taking the vibrator away, the assailant switched it off and tossed it to the far side of the mattress. Sidling up alongside the outstretched heroine, he began nuzzling up against her, sliding his hands greedily, possessively all over her perfect outstretched body. It didn’t get any better than this. Or did it?
Rolling her over onto her side, he nuzzled eagerly up behind her, thrusting himself up against her ass, as his free hand toyed with her large heavy tits. His manhood was now a raging iron spike, wedged nicely into the cleft of her perfect ass. He marveled now as he noticed her perfect perky little gray ass nuzzling back against him, against his hardness.
He groped her thighs, pelvis, hips, her ass, and those marvelously perky tits.
“Ohhhhhhhhh-. . . baby, . . .” she moaned breathlessly.
This was awesome! He never wanted this to end.
Now the sexed-up heroine rolled over, of her own volition to face him. For a second, he panicked, wondering if he should have dosed her again, but her eyes were only half-open as she stretched her neck out, her lips tenderly meeting his own in a slow smoldering hot kiss. She was still groggy and clearly more aroused than conscious.
Now her tongue darted out into his mouth, where it was eagerly welcomed. It was all warm and wet as it swished around, wrestling with his tongue.
Her perfect hot sexy legs, with shiny high-heeled boots intertwined with his own legs, as her massive breasts crushed gratuitously against his chest. His free hand reached out now, of its own accord, and seized her perfect yielding ass, reveling in the feel of the gloriously cushy perky glutes.
Her pert thonged little ass, so spongy and buoyant, felt perfect in his eager groping hand. As he groped her shamelessly, his spike was sandwiched happily between the press of their bodies. He could feel himself oozing precum.
As he groped her delightful ass and wrestled her tongue, he marveled at the intimate press of their bodies against one another. It didn’t get any better than this.
Her ass felt so good as he scooped it up and palmed it. So soft and toned and squeezable. He simply couldn’t let go. Why would he?
Now her delicate gloved hand with its tiny tapered fingers reached down to feel his manhood through his trousers. Moving quickly and curiously, her fingers traced the perimeter of his spike assessing the full length and girth of him, as well as his raging heat and hardness.
“I want you,” she whispered breathlessly, almost inaudibly. Presumably the drugs had compromised her legendary principles and left her delirious and subject to her most base cravings.
This was just what he had wanted.
But as badly as he wanted his own release, he knew that would be the end of the action. Before he could allow himself his own gratification, he wanted this sexy little kitten to cum first.
Peeling her off of him, he pushed her onto her back and reached between her legs. Eager for her own release, the groggy dosed Batgirl spread her perfect tapered thighs to give him better access.
She cooed breathlessly as he stroked her mound, then gasped sharply as he reached inside the front panel of her thong.
His eyes devoured the scene of her rapidly rising and falling tits. Then stealing a glance at her mysteriously masked face, he marveled at the sight of her youthful beauty, her perfect little nose, her eyes closed to better focus on the intensely pleasurable sensations pulsating between her naughty little thighs, her mouth wide open in near-ecstasy, gaping in eager anticipation of a mind-blowing release.
Evidently it had been too long for the fabled young crime-fighter, and now her ripe young body craved a well-earned release.
His fingers worked busily between the crime-fighter’s legs, probing deep into her warm sopping-wet honeyed core at times, then flitting lightly in swift circular motions around her lips, circling her needy bud, then swooping in to rub her slippery-slick nub directly, . . . softly at first, then more firmly. His busy fingers stirred encouraging moist wet sounds, as the flicked quickly between her legs.
Whatever he was doing, it seemed to be working, for the desperate little trollop gasped and wriggled with intense delight, every fiber of her being focused on that tiny needy little nub. Her entire universe seemed to hinge on every swish and twirl of his finger. That all-powerful nerve-cluster that seemed to be taking absolute control of her. Even now, she would do anything to assure its ultimate intimate fulfillment.
“UUhhhh-hh!!! UnnNNGH!!!!” she gasped, . . . so close!
Each stroke of his finger across her needy little nub, took her astonishingly close, but she had yet to unleash her penultimate release. Now her breath came in short desperate gasps. Her eyes winced shut. Suddenly her perfect lithe gymnast’s body arched sharply, lifting her magnificent bouncy chest and sexy pelvis high off of the satin sheets, as one final stroke of his knowing fingers drove her over the inevitable sexual precipice.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH-hh!!!”
she groaned a deep guttural release, as the pleasure of a life-time erupted mercilessly within her tiny little good-girl bat-mound.
Now a hero-sized climax ripped through her clitoris like a ferocious lightning storm, as dazzling sparkling sensations gushed forth between her legs, drenching her loins in well-deserved, epic, sexual bliss.
Locked in the spasming throes of her intense release, her taut little body tensed sharply, shuddering in fierce trembling rapture. As the ecstasy took her, Batgirl’s normally brilliant focused mind utterly emptied, and for that brief moment it did nothing but drink in the dark unfathomable limitless forbidden bliss that rocked her world. Like a pure clear musical note, beautifully sung, her orgasm rang on and on, long and true, unwavering, . . decimating Batgirl with its blessed unrestrained bliss.
As he watched this lurid display, the man wondered how such a tiny featureless little nerve cluster could so totally reduce this legendary genius of crime-fighting, this peerless role-model, and pillar of propriety to a slavering mindless sputtering slut. How could such a tiny bud create such uncontainable boundless pleasure? He might never fully understand this dichotomy, but he was nevertheless, eternally grateful for it. It was incredible to see such a perfect specimen of female beauty possessed by such unforgiving raw sensual bliss, and now reduced to a panting slavering sex-monger. If her father only knew. If America only knew what their darling was capable of when properly motivated. . .
Now as the very worst of the mind-warping ecstasy began to recede, Batgirl’s body nevertheless twitched and spasmed in surprisingly powerful aftershocks of utter undeniable bliss, causing her breasts to slosh and sway gratuitously with each spasm. As the worst of the after-quakes passed, Batgirl basked in her own tingling sparkling smoldering private bliss.
Rolling over onto her side again she made her perfect tempting ass available to him again. He groped it appreciatively and unapologetically for a few moments, then grabbed a tit, before pushing her over onto her stomach, her legs pressed together. Climbing astride her from behind, he mounted her, and glided his spike along the deep beckoning cleft of her ass.
Easing his weight down onto her, he pressed himself gratuitously down deep into her warm welcoming groove, crushing his hips between the cushions of her buttocks. The sensation was divine. Her ass lived up to all the lurid internet gossip and then some. For several selfish minutes he thrust away, dry-humping her. He could come at any moment on this legendary ass. But he wanted more.
Freeing himself from the constraints of his trousers, he settled again on her glorious thonged backside. He’d strip her and take her properly later. For now he needed a quick release. Pushing his member deep down between her thighs, he reveled in the sensation of warmth and wetness which already soaked her thighs as his hips settled against her magnificent plump thonged ass. Now he began thrusting against her plump jutting ass, each stroke coming faster and harder than the one before.
The sensation of being clenched between her warm soaking thighs was incredible. He couldn’t take much more. This was what he had always wanted. His hips humped, and pumped, and thumped, and bumped, her plump hot little rump.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
In an instant, a lifetime of tension, pent up suffering, and neglect, jetted gloriously between Batgirl’s thighs, utterly drenching the prone heroine in a sea of cum, as her lover was transported to a world of unmitigated ecstatic bliss.
For long glorious moments he pumped and gushed and thrust and wallowed in the experience of a lifetime, as he emptied himself between her thighs. Nothing in his life could compare to it.
When it was all over, he collapsed heavily onto her back utterly spent.
***
When Batgirl opened her eyes, she was in bed, lying spread-eagle on her back. Her arms spread wide, and shackled to the headboard of the bed with expensive looking padded leather restraints. The bindings were comfortable but, a couple of firm tugs quickly confirmed that they were definitely secure.
Her legs were positioned together, her hips propped up on a large pillow. The lower half of her snug gray unitard had been neatly removed, leaving her full well-developed thighs starkly naked, save for her shiny yellow high-heeled boots. Only her narrow thong covered her virtue. Her head was propped up on a pillow, and her mouth neatly plugged with a red ball gag.
Now her eyes were open wide as saucers, peering alertly around the room, assessing her surroundings. He emerged partially from the shadows, and stood at the foot of the bed, near her feet. Dressed all in dark clothing, she could not get a clear look at him, or at his face, but he had a large massive well-muscled body, in the peak of physical condition. He seemed to savor his absolute power over her with an air of sexual domination.
Reaching for her ankles, he grasped them and slowly pulled them wide apart. Even with her well-develop physique, she could not resist his might. Batgirl watched in amazement as her naked legs spread wider and wider. The symbolism was unmistakable as he spread her to his will. Now only the tiny strip of fabric that was her thong (still damp with both of their juices) kept him from her most private place.
He stood there, towering over her, with her legs spread invitingly wide, savoring the view, then, as the muscles in her legs grew slack, he fastened each ankle to a bedpost with well-padded leather cuffs, securing her legs in a highly suggestive splayed position.
Now climbing onto the bed, between her naked legs, he lowered the weight of his pelvis onto her damp cum-soaked groin, savoring the feel of her mound against his crotch. Then without warning, he clamped the dosing rag over her face again.
“Mmmm-PMMmmppphhh-hhh Mmmmmmmmmm-hh!!!” she mmphed through the rag and her gag, her pretty panicked eyes suddenly as wide as saucers. The earlier orgasm had left her as weak as a kitten, and while she struggled admirably for a few seconds, her efforts were uncoordinated and lacking focus, while the professional grade bindings made any attempt at escape utterly impossible.
In a matter of moments, her eyelids drooped prettily, and her youthful perky little body fell slack again, her pert pronounced breasts rising gently up toward him like bullets. The smaller dose wouldn’t keep her out long, but would re-kindle her libido.
Sliding down now, he stroked and kissed her admirably developed naked thighs at length. He marveled at the thickness of her thighs, and the slenderness of her ankles and tiny pointed boots. Soon she began to moan in appreciation of his ministrations, and so he turned his attention to her mound. Kissing her there gently, he reignited her libido, stirring smoky smoldering sensations.
As he nuzzled and kissed her damp mound, Batgirl reveled in the helplessness of her predicament. She told herself that there was nothing she could do to escape, and in so doing, gave herself permission to lay back and enjoy the inevitable.
Soon he could feel and hear warm wet sounds as her ripe young body re-juiced. Looking up, he could see her face framed nicely between jutting wobbling breasts. The misty dozy expression on her face as she basked in her guilty pleasures was priceless.
Now rising up, and kneeling between her spread thighs, he freed his manhood, and watched her expression as her astonished eyes grew wide at the impressive dimensions of his glistening shaft. Leaning down over her, he pulled her thong to one side, just enough to give him access, and lowered his member down to her entrance.
Now he nudged the tip against her juicy netherlips, then up over her needy clit, urging an appreciative moan from her. He teased her needy nub for several seconds, rolling it around with the head of his shaft, treating her so a series of breathless sensations before slipping back down and pushing again at her entrance.
Her entrance offered no entry, tight as it was. Only with a concerted effort was he able to ever-so-slowly push forward, headlong into her. Begrudgingly now, her honeyed entrance yielded, and he slipped headlong, slowly deeper and deeper into her slippery-smooth warm slick interior. So deep.
With a couple more thrusts, he slid all the way into her. Her warm wet embrace was so welcoming, and she moaned in arousal at his slow deliciously anticipated invasion. Perhaps it was the drugs, but nothing had ever felt so good. But as good as it felt, in truth, she wanted to stop and obscenely suckle the full slick length and girth of his manhood, to feel his heat in her slender tapered fingers. “Maybe later,” she thought.
His hand slipped beneath her to seize and squeeze her perfect pert ass. It was everything he could do to keep from coming.
After a moment, he steeled himself, and began to make long steady strokes in and out of her. The girl’s eyes were closed now, lost in the sensations, as low erotic moans escaped her throat. For several minutes he indulged her with long deep penetration, until her cries became fast and high-pitched, and desperate. A few more strokes and. . .
“UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she mmphed through her gag, then collapsed on the edge of consciousness.
Getting out of bed now, he untied her, removed her gag, pulled her limp form up, and slung her over his shoulder again. Again her arms swung slack and free as he groped her now nearly naked ass.
Now he carried her limp form out onto the balcony again, to the edge of the balcony wall. Here, he would take this legend from behind, while both of them looked out over the sparkling Gotham skyline.
“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-hhh…” the dozy girl moaned blearily as he put her down on her unsteady feet, and turned her around, pressing her up against a nearby column. He placed himself behind, her, his erection pressing hard and insistent between her pouting buttocks, then humped the fullest part of her ass.
After a few more thrusts, he stepped back and folded her over the edge of the balcony wall, so that she could prop herself up on her elbows.
It was surreal as she opened her eyes and looked out over the great city, while her captor unzipped behind her. What had he dosed her with? She felt no fear, only anxious anticipation and amorous excitement as he prepared himself behind her. Now she could feel his club, . . . thick, bulbous, and surprisingly hot pressing against the naked flesh of her thonged bottom. He was sooooo big, so hot, so long and thick. As he rubbed himself all over her fleshy cheeky ass, he smeared his gooey precum over her flanks. He grew stiffer and harder by the moment, until she began to fear the dimensions of the monster that loomed intimately close behind her.
Now his angry hot club settled down into the length of her cleft, as his hips nuzzled the full underside of her world-famous ass cheeks. Suddenly, his hips thrust forward against her rump with a ferocious thrust. He reveled in the sensation of crushing himself against her perfect wobbling unresisting glutes. Again and again he thrust against her flanks, pounding her ass. He had never felt so alive. Here was the mighty Batgirl, adored by millions, bent over, half-naked, groggy and horny, dripping in her own cum, his hips pressed hard against the naked curves of her legendary ass. Every fan-boy in the world wanted to be where he was right now, as he rolled his hips, grinding them against the cushions of her ass, dry-humping his quarry.
Reaching forward, he sampled and palmed her breasts again. They were incredible, . . . large, soft, heavy, and so squeezable. As he toyed with them, first lifting one, then the other, then pressing them deliciously together, he wondered if he would he ever tire of sampling their soft feminine heft in his hands.
Now fearing that he might come prematurely, he fumbled around and pressed the tip of his member against the thin barrier of her thong. The tiny strip of shiny Lycra was all that stood between him and the young heroine’s virtue. He pressed slowly into her, stretching the Lycra to its limits, then withdrew, preferring to rub his tip luxuriously along the curves of her mound, just where her clit would be.
“Ohhhhhhhh-hh” she moaned, breathlessly. Secretly she wondered what he was waiting for. She wanted him inside her.
Encouraged, he pushed himself deep between her smooth pale naked thighs. Her thighs we so smooth, and nicely toned, so pale and cool against his heat. Pinned there between her soft gently squeezing thighs, his hips planted firm against her ass, it felt as good as being inside her, while his member rubbed hard against her clitoris. “Uuuuuunnnnggh-hh!” she moaned again.
Thrusting now, against that perfect thonged ass, his member crushed between her thighs, he couldn’t stop. His sharp stabbing thrusts became ferocious and impatient. All he could see and feel and think was her ass, her damp thighs, her plump dangling tits.
On and on it went, as he looked between the pointed ears of her slowly bobbing cowl, at the beautiful glittering cityscape before them.
Now his hands gripped her magnificent wide womanly hips, dimpling her pale yielding flesh, as he pulled her to him again and again.
With supreme effort he cooled his jets and his enthusiasm for a moment and withdrew from between her slick beckoning thighs.
Now pulling her thong two centimeter to the left, he removed the last barrier to his entry and pushed his slippery wet club deep, deep into her. Hot, wet, and slimy-deep he plunged into her welcoming core, accompanied by a gratuitous squishing noise. Slowly he pushed through the contours of her inner topography, and bottomed out. Slowly he withdrew, and thrust again, . . . so deep.
Now he hammered into her, slapping hard against that awesome Bat-ass. She was so juicy, so slick, so utterly unimaginably tight.
Now her wide hips and dainty slender waist began to wriggle anxiously, as the captive heroine clearly began to savor the guilty smoldering pleasure which was welling up again between her thighs. Was she actually getting into this too?
“Unnnghhh- UnnGHHH- UNGHHH!!” she gaped and yelped into the cool night breeze as her clit neared its breaking point.
Her captor savored the glorious forbidden site, as America’s dominoed daredoll suddenly stiffened and slowly twisted before him, clearly utterly lost in the guilty delights of a mind-blowing orgasm. He loved the thought of the crystal clear sparkling sensations that were now doubtlessly dancing so brightly between her legs, and glittering so deliciously throughout the limbs of America’s role-model of feminine virtue, as his angry member was squeezed like a vice between her thighs, crushed in the damp depths of her, his hips glued against the plump pillow of her ass, right where he wanted to be.
It was all too much. In an instant, he exploded between her thighs. Suddenly pulling out, he pressed his member up against her plump quivering peach-like ass cheeks, and for long glorious moments spent and splattered himself shamelessly all over her perfect plump super heroine posterior.
Like the bright colorful “fight words” of old, “BIF!!” “CRASH!!” “ZOWIEEE!!”, the dazzling sensations of pure perfect sexual bliss exploded in his mind and between his legs, “SPLAT!! SPLAT! SPURTT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLUTTER!”
There against her perfect ass he spent himself utterly. Nothing had ever felt so good.
Still lost in her hazy afterglow, Batgirl marveled at the sheer volume of his cum. It felt like gallons of hot slippery-slimy ooze were splattering across her hot little ass.
The dazzling jingle-jangle ecstasy lingered for some time, the orgasm leaving him with a moment or two of wobbly knees. His sticky love juice seemed to keep them glued together. When the worst of it was over, he continued to slowly thrust against her supremely shaped slimy-slippery shiny-wet ass. The city’s bright lights played flatteringly off the shiny-wet sheen, as he slipped and slid his still rigid member all over the soft slippery curves of her ass. And the cameras on the balcony captured it all.
Her ass now totally covered in cum, Batgirl smiled coyly. This encounter was just what she had wanted. Hot, rough, and rampant, it was the release that both she and Bruce had needed. While her lovemaking with Bruce was often tender, her lovemaking with BATMAN was usually like it was tonight: savage, brutal, and furious. He took what he wanted. Fucking out in the open air of the Gotham skyline, only added to the exhilaration. For Barbara, the fact that her father was just a few hundred yards away, hard at work in Police headquarters, only added to the forbidden thrill and exhilaration of it all.
Now with hot Bat-semen oozing down her backside, she’d never been happier in her life. Looking over her shoulder with a mixture of wide-eyed innocence, and guilty pleasure on her face, she noticed that the Batman, standing behind her in full black body armor, was now fully-recovered and fully-clothed, as impressive and iconic as ever, as though nothing had ever happened. It didn’t surprise her. The Batman didn’t, “do” vulnerability, but for an instant, she thought she saw him glance down admiringly at the remarkable sight of her slippery-shiny, cum-splattered ass.
It was rare to see such a moment of genuine human need in the eyes of dark icon of the night. It was a glance that she would never forget. And the generous deposit on her backside was undeniable proof of his genuine “outpouring” of pleasure. It was an incredible thrill for her to see the city’s Dark Knight defender finally enjoy some pleasure.
Again glancing at the be-splattered Bat-ass, in the city lights, the Batman thought to himself, “I’ve wanted to do that ever since the first time I climbed on a Bat-rope behind her. What a sight that was!”
“What if somebody saw us?” Batgirl asked flirtatiously.
Batman’s voice was a whisper and a growl all at once, “If I’m not mistaken, this is playboy Bruce Wayne’s penthouse apartment. The gossip columns say that Wayne is into that kinky . . . cosplay stuff. He must have picked up that habit during his time in Japan.”
“Probably,” Batgirl responded. “Prowling the rooftops of Gotham every night, I see this kind of thing all the time. Who knows how many ‘Batmen’ and ‘Batgirls’ are doing it out there in Gotham tonight? I suppose Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Wayne deserve their privacy. Don’t you think?”
But the Batman didn’t answer. Suddenly, the Batsignal flared to life in the night sky, blazing impossibly bright over the spires of Gotham’s skyline.
“Get cleaned up. We’re back on the clock.” His voice and manner were now deadly serious again.
Turning her pretty young face up toward the BATSIGNAL, Batgirl understood at once. “I’m on it. I’ll just be a minute.”
But as the pixie-like heroine sashayed by to get a quick shower, the Dark Knight’s keenly observant eyes devoured every swing of her perfect little hips.
When time permitted, a close review of the penthouse’s 16 motion-detecting security cameras would probably be prudent. Tonight they’d been set so that only he would have access to their private video feed. The Batgirl Sex Tapes would be fun to review together with Barbara later, on a night in the not so distant future. But that would have to wait.
The BATSIGNAL was calling.
THE END