So it seems.

Once he was fully flaccid, he retreated from the bed and approached her desk. His cock was glistening and made a hearty thwack as it swung onto his thigh. Aaron winced and reflexively glanced back. Vicki wouldn't be waking for at least another two hours. Relaxing, he opened the top drawer of her office desk and started searching.

'Nothing.' Aaron pushed his bangs back. 'Old newspapers regarding Batman…Batman…Robin…Bruce Wayne…his wards…Batman again…'

He paused. He looked back at the creampied woman again and a particularly large glob of cum imploded out of her pussy. Despite her current state, despite how thirsty and horny she was, Vicki was an exemplary journalist. Judging by the red circles and arrows, she had already figured out that Batman was Bruce Wayne.

For an ordinary Gotham citizen, it sounded ridiculous. Wayne was an idiot. That was all he was. A playboy who slept with journalists and acted to the detriment of his company. Many excused his behaviour due to the tragic deaths of his parents but even so everybody agreed he was innocent and harmless. Never in a million years would they believe that in his spare time he dressed up as a bat and beat criminals to a bloody pulp..

Vicki did. The newspapers were old and clearly done with. In other words, she had made her conclusion: Bruce Wayne was Batman.

'Good work,' he complimented in his head. It was thorough and decisive, connecting Bruce Wayne's various wards to the sudden changes in Robin's costume and physical features. 'But that also increases the chances that you know something. You're an excellent investigator with a keen intuition and a great reputation. You must know something even if you don't know it.'

Aaron carefully put everything back. He recalled seeing a laptop in the living room and headed over there. It was a generic Wayne tech laptop but upon turning it on he saw it was password protected. To his annoyance, it wasn't a four-digit code.

There was a small camera too. If he got the password wrong, it would capture his face and save the photo on her online drive while also sending it to her phone. Given her current state in the bedroom, she wouldn't be looking at her phone for at least a few hours. Still, Aaron didn't want the headache of having to unlock her phone as well.

The living room area was small with a TV, a wide table, and its accompanying black couch. When Aaron sat down on the couch, he could feel the wear and tear. She was a reporter so of course she laid on her couch often. She probably used it more than her laptop. It didn't make his bare butt feel better though.

Aaron took his time. Obviously, he didn't know Vicki outside of sex. Her hobbies, her interests, her background, her dislikes, they were unknown to him. He largely identified her as the sexy reporter on TV. Superficial, sure, but accurate seeing how dedicated she was to her craft.

He mulled over his options. 'Maybe the password has something to do with Batman and Bruce Wayne? They did date after all and since she knows about his secret identity…just maybe…'

He searched the house again, trying to find something–anything. No dice. The themes of Batman and Bruce Wayne were there but nothing materialized into a single phrase or word. It was all jumbled and vague.

He decided to switch his attention to her phone. An old model but protected by a four-digit code. Luckily for him, he could bypass it with a fingerprint.

Vicki was beside him, still reeling over their session. He grabbed her index finger and pressed it to the bottom of the screen.

'Voila.' The phone dived to the home screen with all the familiar applications right there. The background was a picture of Vicki with who he assumed were her parents.

Immediately, in her downloads, he found something that piqued his interest. Located in a poorly hidden folder were nudes and sextapes–and not just any sextapes either. No, no, no, the faces plastered in the videos belonged to Gotham politicians and millionaires. Moreover, the photos snapped were snapped by the males involved, likely in a moment of high arousal. Perfect **** material for Vicki.

Sheesh. It was like watching her grow from a naive journalist to a professional whore. Her iconic orange hair and voluptuous curves were a constant yet her expressions and skills evolved. The tapes were short and sweet and somehow spoke volumes on her rapidly increasing flexibility and whoring.

For example, near the bottom of the collection, there was a video where the phone was situated behind her as she went up and down a slender white cock. The face of the male was cut off but there were groans and orders to tell her to go faster. She panted and moaned and begged him that she couldn't. The fingers gripped her ass cheeks tightly and he let out a groan. A few seconds later, his red balls were covered in white. The audio of Vicki panting was pathetic. The male was satisfied but he wasn't blown away. Vicki was just another ordinary fuck for him.

Fast forward a year, and she was sucking a swarthy cock whilst rubbing it between her large breasts. It was easily the largest shaft she had encountered so far but she did not lose face this time. No, she was servicing the big black cock in stride and with unimaginable endurance and ability. Vicki Vale was officially a whore.

He checked the date. 'Six years ago, huh?'

Aaron was impressed. He scrolled down and up but this video right here was unquestionably her crowning moment. The dick was as thick as a coke can and probably seven or eight inches long. Extremely dark, veiny, and hard, it pistoned in and out of her folds from behind. Aaron wasn't threatened by the display at all. Glancing down, he noted his flaccid dong was larger still. Not surprising, if he was being honest with himself. He recognized he was an anomaly. One man's hardest erection was Aaron's most shrivelled up flaccid shape. Interestingly enough, the prime difference was in their scrotums. The broad man in question was huge in length and especially girth, but not in the sack. It was tight and rubbery and not at all hanging like his.

Moving on to the next video, the angle shifted and the broad man's face was exposed. Aaron blinked. He wasn't ugly and neither was he young enough to be considered handsome. In other words, the star of the tape was a normal male specimen in his forties or fifties.

For a man in his late ages, his performance was phenomenal. Aaron wasn't the type to get pissy over a woman's past or the penis size of another male. Sex was sex, after all, and the right woman would enjoy it with her man no matter the size. To him, it wasn't a big deal and he refused to let porn tell him otherwise. The black male continued to fuck Vicki and eventually brought her to a long climax in the video.

Like a volcanic eruption, moans blasted through the audio madly, and the ebony man grunted and howled seven decibels too loud. Aaron cringed. He turned the volume down and swiped left. The moans and sounds repeated in a lower tone. There were quite a few videos with this man…

'Wait a minute,' Aaron's thoughts began to move like clockwork. Memories and images paralleled what he was seeing on the phone screen.