Barbara loves the bigger dick

And now it was at full must. The longest, fattest cock was at completion. Harder than steel, hotter than the insides of Barbara's pussy, and much veinier than Dick's above average prick. It wasn't like the Flying Grayson was small either, nor was he a terrible lover. In fact, he was phenomenal–attentive and skilled, with nimble fingers and a robust cock.

It was merely misfortune that the boy wonder was competing against Aaron Reigner, the Chosen One. A stroke of horrendous luck.

"Nightwing is dating Starfire, right?" Aaron's erection bobbed above her awed face. "Don't be jealous. You're gorgeous too."

"N-not next to her." Barbara gulped, afraid and excited. "She's got a bigger butt than me, bigger boobs–"

"Trust me. You are beautiful." He caressed the top of her cowl. "If you weren't, then I wouldn't be this hard."

Barbara bit her bottom lip, contemplative. Aaron throbbed. For an instant, his words and actions got through to her. Then, it subsided, the loneliness and self-deprecation shifting her features downwards.

'Are all Batgirls incapable of loving themselves?'

First Cassandra, now Barbara.

He pulsed again, jerking off the base of his cock. This time, the gesture meant a little more to her.

"Hah…thank you." A gulp. She stayed there on her knees, pussy gushing, her eyes wide in anticipation. "What do you feed that thing? It's bigger than Dick and Luke's combined…"

"Luke? Luke Fox?" Aaron raised a brow. "You dated him?"

"Years ago," Barbara said dismissively. "He was average and smaller than Dick but you…" She huffed. She nervously stuck out her tongue and licked a long vein. Slowly, slowly, slowly, as if tasting flesh. "Mmmph. Yours tastes so good too…"

Her cowl on, tongue reaching out, it looked so pathetic and porn-like. It was amazing. Her fingers seemed delicate as they went for the base and travelled to and fro.

His member became harder than a pipe. The cool air of the secret meeting room amplified the arousing tension. Her breathing stirred up and hastened.

"Oh god, you're so big... I-I don't know if you'll fit in my tiny pussy."

To have such a tall, smart woman whimper and submit under his cock was dreamy. Aaron sharply inhaled. "How about we test it out?"

Like one of his most faithful harem members, the redhead got up and spread her legs on the table. Back lying on the flat surface, she was gushing and glistening with her girly sap, her green eyes staring at his cock like a virgin. Just how many years had it been since she had sex like this? Aaron couldn't fathom a guess. Barbara said she saved the neural implant for emergencies only. He doubted sex was urgent enough to warrant its use.

Unfortunate for Dick Grayson, fortunate for Aaron Reigner.

He slapped his cock on her labia, a taste of what was to come. Barbara inhaled. Her tits were large and heaving up and down. It was like she had been doused in icy cold water, her body and mind attempting to recover from the stimulation. In this case, the source was his throbbing cock.

"Please…fuck me."

"With pleasure," Aaron replied. Her pointed ankles slipped into his practiced hands. He caressed her toes and the soles of her feet, causing an unwanted reaction for her.

"Oh?" He quirked a brow. "Your feet are quite sensitive."

"S-shut up…" she murmured. Aaron chuckled.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just teasing."

While still quietly massaging her feet, his hips dipped back. Back, back, back, till his thick knob was rubbing her cunt.

"Inside…" Barbara begged. Her pussylips seemed to react as well, seemingly folding after his thick member. "Just…fuck me already!"

"You've been away from cock for too long," Aaron said. "I'll take it slow.

That was what he did. He took it inch by inch. Every second was a slow immersion of his cock. Stretching, stretching, stretching…

"G-gosh! It's so thick! Your dick is so–mmph!" Another attempt to clamp her noises. Reaching the seven inch mark, there was a strange wetness. A region of thick, wet honey that other men had assumed was her limit–that had conditioned Barbara into thinking this was her sweetest spot.

It wasn't.

"Mmmph! Nggghhh…!"

Aaron went deeper. Slow, of course, but he went so fuck deeper that he might as well have been jack hammering into her. Her nose was flaring as it grasped for air. Eventually, it was too little.

"Oh my god, oh my god! Oh god!" Her hands at her side, squirming, Barbara could now let out her voice. Her desires. "It's so thick a-and deep! It's…everywhere! I've…never! Mmmph! I've never had a cock like this! So big, so–oooh~! Incredible~!"

Barbara Gordon, the original Batgirl, came. Her orgasm spread across her body, from her arms down to her legs. Shaking, shaking, shaking, and moaning like a whore. Her walls were clamping down on him hard. This was unexplored, untainted, and he could tell her insides were struggling to adjust.

As the high wore off, Barbara controlled her breathing. "Deep breaths…deep breaths…remember your physiotherapy…"

Aaron stared at her. Her face was hidden but he could sense the tenderness in her. Like Cassandra and Stephanie, he wanted to give her the world. "You're Batgirl, aren't you?"

Barbara placed a hand on her throat, gulping and relaxing, before replying. "Y-yeah?"

"Remember, these crime boss guys aren't going to stay awake forever. We should hurry it up."

It was like she had totally forgotten about that. She tilted her cowl to the side and hiccuped. She licked her lips, nervously glanced at the inferior males again, and then nodded. "Do it."

Table missionary sex was fun. Way too much fun. You could use your partner as a pussy sleeve; or a living dildo.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

One would think he was fucking her doggy-style but no. Aaron Reigner fucked so hard and fast that the sounds of flesh clapping remained consistent across the board, no matter the position.

"Oh–! Oh–! Oh–! Oh my god~! Oh my god!"

In Aaron's case, it was pussy sleeve. Although he couldn't fuck at full speeds due to his swinging balls, he managed a pace that was mind-numbingly orgasmic. Barbara Gordon didn't know what hit her.

"Big, big, big! So big! Why is it so big!?"

Barbara didn't regret it either. The fleshy echoes were like music to her ears. She felt at home, like she was Oracle all over again, except with a stimulation a million times stronger and better.

"Oooh! Don't stop fucking me, please don't stop fucking me~! I love it! I love it! This is what I've been missing all my life! This is what Batgirl needs! This is what she wants! What she deserves~!" Barbara's arms were spread behind her, trying to tank the **** of his relentless thrusts. To her, however, they were like kisses.

For Aaron, watching her tits bounce and shake were also like kisses. He didn't need to suck on them. He found himself growing harder and faster by observation alone. Hard red nipples supported by large ivory mounds.

Each stroke was making her forget more and more about her ex. All the memories she shared were beginning to mean nothing to her as she came her brains out all over his cock.

"Inside or out," Aaron asked, choosing to ask first. Look at that, character development, he thought to himself.

"O-out! Not inside, not inside! I'm ovulating today! I'm ovulating! I'm so fucking horny b-but I can't have children!"

A rational line of thought, as expected from Oracle. In general, Aaron asked because he didn't want to accidentally fuck up her insides and hurt her. The implant was temporary, after all.

He thrusted inside her, letting her gasp out another long climax, and then pulled out. His cock throbbed wildly and he used a hand to jerk himself off to completion.

Spurt, spurt, spurt!

His cumshots were like gunshots. Each of them wowed Barbara and caused her to wince in anticipation. The initial wave hurled to her cowl and painted the highly-sophisticated metal in his essence. Groaning quietly, he continued stroking himself and coaxing a stronger load. Jets of white flew over, some actually flying past her cowl and onto the table.

"O-oh gosh, there's so much…!" Barbara's voice croaked out after recuperating from her climax.

He decided to tone it down and aim his throbbing cock lower. He finished all over her stomach and tits. By the end, she was a mess of his thick, white gooey nut. She was panting. Exhausted. Totally out of fuel.

"I…I need a second…" Her head was flat on the table and stared up at the ceiling. Beneath her cowl, her eyes fluttered shut. "...rest…"

Barbara was so drained that she didn't notice her surroundings. One of the crime lords, a blonde, started to stir. Aaron did and he activated his pheromones on the spot.

"You serve me," Aaron said. "Obey me. After this meeting, you will peacefully talk with Jaina Hudson, a Gotham socialite. She will give you instructions. Obey everything she says too."

A low murmur. A yes.

Aaron glanced back at the cum-coated Barbara Gordon. She hadn't heard a thing, her brain ringing from the sex.

His ears twitched. Behind him, the door creaked. Aaron spun on his feet. "What…?"

There was only one person behind the door: Cassandra. If the door had been slightly open, then…

'Did she watch? Did she watch me fuck her mentor?' Aaron hesitated. If Cassandra potentially had feelings for him, then wouldn't she have stormed in and stopped the two of them? 'She's always been overprotective of me, but…I know it can't be my pheromones. I gave her an order to be able to ignore my metahuman powers. That includes me giving orders to people so I don't need to worry on that front either. So why was she watching then? Wait...'

Cassandra liked watching him fuck another woman…? That…was certainly a possibility. Perhaps it was simpler; perhaps she was too nervous to intrude. He had been going at it pretty hard.

A groan. This time, it was the fake Tobias Whale. The nephew of the real Tobias Whale. A wannabe. The whale. Aaron's pheromones were in full effect. Whoever woke up would immediately fall under his control with the exception of Barbara.

Barbara Gordon was…well…

"Mmm…it was…so…thick…"

Delirious. Insane. In her current state, she wanted cock, not perfume. It wouldn't affect her unless he shoved his cock while it was drowned in his supernatural fragrance.

One by one, the crime lords opened their eyes. One by one, they fell under his control and were told to follow the same order: obey Jaina Hudson and her instructions.

Stage three was sailing smoothly.