A blowjob and a chance encounter

Laura Sanchez blinked at me. Gotham University’s Dean of Students had just had several facets of her mind altered, though she didn’t know it. I lowered my gaze to stare at her exposed cleavage. She leaned forward across her desk, giving me a good view of her bronzed breasts that even now were straining against her tight material of her blouse, despite the fact that I’d had her unsnap a few of the buttons while she was under. The upper parts of her breasts spilled out onto her dark mahogany desk. Off to the side sat a picture of Laura and a gray-haired olive-skinned man smiling into the camera. Her husband, perhaps? I wondered how he’d feel if he saw his wife almost flashing one of her students.

“I… I suppose I can do that, Mr.Hall. If your teachers have all already agreed to give you top marks for all your classes, I don’t see why you shouldn’t be able to come and go as you please without having to worry about attendance or handing in assignments,” the Latina said. Her light brown eyes held within them a level of respect I’d never really seen from any of my teachers. There was a bit of pride there as well.

“Thanks Mrs. Sanchez,” I said, smiling at the woman. She didn’t react to my staring at her breasts.

The buxom older woman blinked and bit her lower lip. She kicked her chair back and stuck her ass in the air. I looked past her to see her large rear swaying behind her as she leaned further into the desk.

“Please, Jason. Call me Laura,” she said, her voice husky. “I know I’m the Dean and you’re a student, but I’d feel better if we acknowledged each other on a first name basis. It’s entirely up to you, though. I don’t want to pressure you,” she quickly amended, gesturing towards me with her arm, causing her breasts to wobble.

“I guess I have no problem with it, Laura,” I couldn’t help but smile when she blushed at my mention of her first name. “May I ask why, though? It doesn’t seem like you’d treat other students the same way.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” The older woman grinned at me, but didn’t elaborate further. She turned towards her computer and began typing. “I’ve just cleared my calendar for the rest of today. I’ll be here all alone in my office for next few hours,” she winked at me.

“Oh no. What do you think you’ll get up to all by yourself?” I asked. My cock twitched. I loved the way this powerful older woman danced to my tune. She’d seemed so sure of herself and her place in the world. She’d worked hard to get to where she is. She was a big fish in the pond that was our nation’s higher education system. Yet all it took was a few minutes with me to undo all of it.

There should have been something wrong about that. The fact that a single event can negate or undo decades of work. Maybe that’s a lesson I should take to heart and never allow myself to grow complacent. Admittedly, it would be hard to predict someone like me showing up at your doorstep, but in a world where a man can fly you just can’t assume you’re safe.

“I could think of a few things,” she flirted back. “But I’d much rather do whatever you wanted.”

Heh. Ten minutes ago and this woman would have probably tried to have me expelled for looking at her funny.

“What would you say if I wanted you to kneel down and suck my cock while I sat in your chair?”

“I’d ask if you wanted my clothes on or off,” Laura stood up from her desk and pulled out her chair. It was a nice brown leather and looked very comfortable.

“Hm,” I hummed, pretending to at least be somewhat surprised. “But Laura, I’m just a student here. Do you really think it’d be appropriate for you to suck my cock while I occupied the chair you worked so hard for?”

“No,” the Latina MILF smiled. “But the rules don’t apply to you, Jason. You can have anything you want. All you need to do is take it.”

She gave her chest a wiggle, causing her big breasts to sway in her tight blouse. Even though I’d altered her to my liking, it was still hard to believe that this woman who was probably used to bossing people around would spread her legs for me immediately if I’d told her to.

I stood up and approached her. “Anything, huh?”

I rested a hand on her clothed right breast. I squeezed and poked and kneaded her plentiful titflesh. Laura blushed and her eyes became half-lidded.

“A-anything,” she shuddered as a small orgasm rippled through her voluptuous body.

“Good girl,” I said, sitting down in her seat. “Wow, this chair’s really comfortable.”

“Mhm,” her reply was an incredibly erotic mix of a hum and a moan.

I pointed between my legs.

The older woman wasted no time, kneeling down in front of me in her business jacket and skirt. I thought about telling her strip naked, but I liked seeing her like this; clothed in the attire of her station yet willingly serving my every whim.

“Take my cock out,” I said, feeling much more confident now than I had before when I’d first ensnared Dinah.

She reached between my legs and undid my fly. Her hands moved frantically into my pants to draw out my cock.

Laura gasped and her eyes widened.

“What’s wrong, Laura?” I asked, smirking at her.

“N-nothing,” she took a deep breath and composed herself. “It’s just… I’ve never seen one that big.”

“A cock?”

She nodded.

“It’s okay to say ‘cock’, Laura. I’m your special student, remember?”

The Latina MILF nodded at me.

“Cock,” she tested the word out. Fuck, it was so hot having the Dean of Students say that word. I wondered if she ever used it in private with her husband?

“You have a big cock.”

“Thanks, Laura. You can touch it if you want, but take out your breasts first.”

The Dean of Students nodded at me and unbuttoned her blouse. I admired her from her seat. It was amazing seeing her down there underneath her own desk, pealing her tits out of her bra for my amusement. How many students had imagined being in this position? How many had sat across from the seat I was in, staring at the busty MILF who would remain forever out of their grasp?

“Wow, you have amazing tits,” I stared at those massive bronzed mammaries. They wobbled and jiggled as Laura tried to make herself more comfortable. Her brown nipples were hard with arousal and I could only imagine how wet her pussy must have been. “Did anyone ever tell you that?”

Laura Sanchez wrapped a hand around my cock and began to tug. Her skin was warm and smooth. Her fingernails were immaculately maintained and were the same color of luscious red as her lipstick. I couldn’t wait to have those lips wrapped around my cock.

“Not for a while. Men your age aren’t usually interested in older women like me,” she muttered absentmindedly, her attention mostly centered on my cock.

“You must be craving a proper cock then. I bet your husband doesn’t satisfy you, does he? Start licking my cock.”

“James tries. He tries so hard, but he can’t satisfy me,” Laura said, an air of frustration entering her voice as she leaned forward to lick my cock.

Oh fuck. Her tongue was so nice. So warm and wet. Her tongue had always been a part of Laura’s authority, the means by which she conveyed her orders to others. Now she was using that tongue bathe my cock; to pleasure one of the very students she was supposed to be responsible for.

“When’s the last time he made you cum?”

“I…” A flicker of concern came across her face. “Isn’t that private, Jason? I shouldn’t being talking about James. Wouldn’t you rather I sucked your cock?”

I smiled genially.

“Be completely honest with me Laura. This is a safe space and you can say whatever comes to mind regarding your husband.”

She stared at me for a moment before sighing. “Six years.”

I raised my eyebrows. I knew little about the female orgasm despite my time with Dinah and Helena, but six years seemed very ****.

“Let’s fix that. Wrap your lips around my cock and cum for me, Laura.”

She did as I asked, wrapping her plump red clips around my cockhead. The moment she did so, a sharp tremor coursed throughout her body.

“Mrplll…” she moaned around my cock, sending vibrations of pleasure up my spine as she came.

I looked her in the eyes and watched as she fell into a trance again, my cock still in her mouth.

“You know you’ll orgasm every time I cum inside you. You also that every time you orgasm with me will be the best orgasm of your life. You know these things because I’m better than your husband. Say it.”

“Yrl btah than m hsban…” she gurgled around my cock.

I grinned at her.

“Take my cock out of your mouth and say it again.”

She obeyed. “You’re better than my husband.”

“Say it again.”

“You’re better than my husband.”

“Your first loyalty is to me, not your husband.”

“Loyalty…” she whispered.

“You’ll pretend to be the wife you always were, but privately you’re my adoring slut. My personal, private slut who’ll drop everything to fuck me whenever I want,” I said. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said blankly.

I dropped my Gaze and watched as awareness returned to Laura Sanchez’s imperious brown eyes. They carried even more passion than before and something else. I imagined this was how she looked at her husband before she said her vows.

“May I please suck your cock again, baby?” she asked.

My cock twitched. “Of course, Laura.”

Laura smiled at me and wrapped her lips around my cock once more.

I settled back into the chair with my arms behind my head, my body suffused with pleasure.

She spent the next hour and half tending to my erection. I relaxed in her comfortable leather chair as she suckled and sucked and licked. She didn’t complain or pause to rest. She merely tended to me, like my cock was her whole world. Of course I knew what she wanted. What she knew instinctively she must do in order to achieve orgasm.

I felt my balls clench as I finally stopped holding back.

“Mmm!” Laura’s eyes widened when I came inside her mouth, sending spurts of thick baby batter into her mouth and down her throat.

I placed a hand on her head and **** her downward.

“Glurk!” she gagged on my cock and shook with her own orgasm. Spittle and drool and cum leaked from her mouth and dribbled down her chin and onto her breasts. She shoved a hand down between her legs to furiously rub her pussy.

I brought my phone out and took a picture of her for posterity. So fucking hot.

“Ah!” she gasped when I let her go. I could see a lot of my cum still in her mouth. “Oh… oh god…”

She swallowed audibly, accepting my cum into my stomach.

Heh. For such a repressed woman, she gave a pretty good blowjob.

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I walked out of the Thomas Wayne building a load of cum lighter and phone number heavier. I couldn’t help but grin as I walked off into the setting sun, towards the building where Dinah and Oliver lived together. I knew the place; it was only a few blocks down from the bank where that fateful robbery occurred. That robbery had changed so much for me and it seemed more changes were afoot in the near future.

My phone chimed again.

“Hm,” I hummed. I had wondered when Dinah would finally respond to me.

Dinah: <You're probably wondering why I took me so long to reply to you. Sending that picture to you put me in a mood. I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock while I was in the bathroom and since you weren't there I had to take care of things myself. This is all your fault.>

My fault? What was she talking about?

My phone chimed again.

She'd sent me another picture. I turned down an alleyway I normally used as a shortcut to get downtown and opened it up.

It was an image of Dinah. The busty blonde had unbuttoned her blouse and had her big tits out her toned legs were spread and she a hand between them. It looked like she was sitting on the toilet in the stall she’d been in in the earlier picture. She seemed to have held the phone above herself to take the picture. Her bright blue eyes were half-lidded and her face was flushed red, her hair completely disheveled.

I chuckled openly. So Dinah had gotten so hot and bothered without me at work that she masturbated in the bathroom? That was fucking hilarious, but somehow incredibly endearing at the same time. I hadn’t done much to manipulate her sex drive other than to see me as a far more attractive man than her boyfriend. It seemed that despite Dinah's objections, her thoughts were much more sexual than she let on.

I typed a reply.

Me: <lol it’s not my fault you’re such a slut you masturbate at work>

I hit send, grinning as I did so. I could just imagine her face pouting cutely as she furiously typed a reply.

I turned a corner just as the sun crested down below the top of the buildings around me, casting the road in front of me in darkness while the clouds in the sky were alight like fire.

The road seemed rather deserted for this time of day, but I kept walking.

The text notification tone on my phone bleeped.

Dinah: <You're such an ass! Before I met you I’d never have risked almost missing a deposition so I could masturbate, so yes it is your fault. Even Helena agrees with me; she hasn’t stopped talking about you since last night and she can’t wait to have sex with you again. I want an apology from you or a long, hard fuck in my pussy or asshole. And no, you’re not weaseling your way out of this one. I'll drag you to my apartment myself if you don't show up.>

My cock twitched. The fact that Dinah was trying to get me to win her forgiveness by fucking her was incredibly arousing to me. Even though I’d just come buckets down Laura Sanchez’s throat, my cock began growing hard again.

I ducked into another alleyway, this one somewhat darker than the street and more deserted. I wasn’t really worried about being mugged thanks to my power, so I whistled a jaunty tune while I thought of something particularly snarky or clever to send back to Dinah.

The first sign that that had been a mistake came when a low, metallic grinding echoed throughout the alleyway. I looked up, wondering if one of the dark, rusty fire escapes was about to give way.

I should have been looking down.

A manhole covering blasted into the air. I gasped and hurled myself to the ground. A dark, scaly hand grasped the edge of the manhole. Then another. The thing from the sewers dragged itself above land like an ancient leviathan from the depths. It was huge. Much taller and more muscular than myself. Its yellow, reptilian eyes narrowed at me and it was only due to my shock that I didn’t think to try and capture it in my Gaze, if such a creature would be susceptible to it anyway.

I knew who he was. I’d seen news footage of him fighting Batman enough times to know that not all of Gotham’s monsters lived aboveground.

My heart hammered in my chest and my arms trembled. Was this how creatures in the wild felt when they were faced by a predator they couldn't hope to fight off?

I gulped.

Killer Croc smiled at me, exposing rows of jagged teeth that were easily the size of my fingers.

“Food," he hissed.

He lunged towards me.