Dirty stuff

Sid Bunderslaw, the Director of Physical Operations in Wayne Enterprises. He often swung by the top executives' office to check their progress. Well, that was what Aaron assumed he did. He saw the director in the halls and acknowledged his presence like any good lowly grunt. However, could there be more to him…?

A loud moan erupted from the phone. On the playing video, Vicki was getting destroyed by his thick cock. Aaron acknowledged his efforts. He was fast, his cum shots were long, and he was pretty thick. In the moment, Vicki was likely experiencing true pleasure as he stretched her pussy out.

Unfortunately, after what Aaron did with her, there was no way Sid would be able to do that ever again. While Aaron was the sun, a star capable of lighting up several hundred emotions and reactions inside Vicki Vale, Sid Bunderslaw was a mere lightbulb. An insignificant light to be turned on and off at a given moment. A momentary fleck of pleasure. His girth and volume was less than half of Aaron's. It was ridiculous. It was hilarious. It was why Aaron could watch the videos without the insecurities of most men, because he knew he was better.

No offence, of course. A dick of that size could for sure satisfy a woman. Just not Vicki Vale. Not anymore.

He did a fast search on Sid Bunderdlaw. Besides his thick cock, his health, appearance, and background were normal. A long time Wayne employee, he worked his way up the corporate ladder and made a name for himself. Loyal, hard working, divorced, educated with a bachelors and a doctorate, yada yada yada.

And Sid was just one of many. There were hundreds of men in this hidden file, their penises and fetishes recorded and saved alongside the advent of her long, slutty career. He didn't know whether to be impressed by Vicki's commitment. Again, there were so many familiar faces and voices that Aaron genuinely began to worry over the level of hornyness these important men were exhibiting.

'Don't half of you guys have wives…? Have some self respect. If you're going to fuck around, then just divorce your wife instead of stringing her along.'

God, he hated politicians. And cheaters. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed to calm down. When the fuck did he become a moral arbiter?

As he finished scrolling, an intriguing tidbit came to him. An observation, if you will. In her decade-long career, Vicki had slept with many, many men. Yet the most infamous of her partners, the man who propelled her to stardom, was missing.

'Huh. I don't see Bruce Wayne anywhere here. There's thousands of videos but…nothing. He's not here.'