Naming names pt 4

“Mary Marvel, or Batson or whatever. College girl, huh?”

“She’s too young for you,” Diana pronounces firmly.

“Hey I’m not going to touch her!” you say while smooshing the Amazon’s boobs together. “Tho I can’t promise no one else will if her name were to get out. Which it won’t because you’re going to…?”

Her mouth curls like she just ate something unpleasant, “Give you a hand job.”

“That’s the spirit!” you give her breasts celebratory jiggle. “Love the idea, just one note, what if…you give me a sponge bath, at the end of which you jerk me off.”

“Why not?” she sighs.

“Why not indeed! Nice to see you getting with the program!” You give her nipples a good pinch while looking down at your list. “Ooo, Star Sapphire! I still can’t believe she went straight, but that puts her on the list. I’m guessing she has a lot of old friends that would love to catch up with her.” You look at your captive expectantly.

“If I’m going to ‘get you off’ manually, I suppose it’s only fair I let you do the same to me.” She barely even sounds angry anymore, just eager to get all this over with.

“Wonderful! I could kiss you, my beautiful Amazon.” Diana’s face looks distinctly nonplussed, so you kiss her right breast instead, just a swift kiss on the nipple and a quick lick with the tip of your tongue. Her back stiffens with surprise and she struggles to keep her expression neutral as you repeat the kiss on her left breast. “One more Yes And: I will give you the best finger bang of your life, but we do it in a public place. Like on the subway or something.”

Anger flashes in her eyes again, “Not as Wonder Woman I will not!”

“Fine, as Diana. It's the same clit either way.”

Her anger fades back into resigned acquiescence, “Fine.”

You smile and give her exquisite breasts another pair of kisses, longer and more intentional than the last. The magnificent heroine squeezes her eyes shut briefly, but says nothing. “I’d ask if you enjoyed that, but I think we both know the answer.” Diana opens her eyes but avoids your gaze and keeps her mouth squeezed shut.

“And speaking of supposedly reformed villains,” you continue after a moment, “Catwoman! Is it true about her and Batman?”

“Oh yes,” she says, sounding even more resigned.

“Ha! Is someone jealous?”

Her face turns a bright red. “Of course naaahh yes I am, a little. Stupid lasso.”

“Wow, I think you’re more embarrassed about that admission than any of the sex stuff!” The normally hyper-confident Princess turns her face away, clearly embarrassed. You kiss her breasts again, catching her swollen nipples between your teeth, taking your time with each; her poker face remains in place, but you can tell she’s clenching her jaw.

“OK, Catwoman. Something to do with cats, something involving…pussies?”

“Cunnilingus. Amusing.” She flashes the least-sincere smile you’ve ever seen.

“If it’s funny, someone’s doing it wrong. Do we have a deal?”

“Not in public,” she’s struggling to keep her voice level.

“No no no, this is just us. No audience.”

“Then I suppose we have a deal.”

“Which brings us to Batwoman. Not to be confused with Batgirl, who we will absolutely get to. What are we bid for the elder Bat Lady?”

“Once again, turnabout seems only fair play. Fellatio?”

“I lick you, you blow me. I like the symmetry. And speaking of symmetry…” You return your attention to the two plump and perfect breasts exposed for your consideration.