The jacuzzi

As Peyton bounded into the heated tub next to Selina, the two women playfully splashing at each other, Tommy set down a tray of champagne flutes. Bruce couldn't help but muse to himself that his family's obscene wealth sometimes had benefits beyond allowing him to be Batman.

"Boys, you better get your asses in here pronto, capiche?" the nude blonde demanded, her golden hair plastered to her forehead from the hot, wet conditions of the tub. Her pronouncement made, Peyton grabbed two glasses of expensive Champagne and rejoined Selina.

"You heard the lady, gentleman," Selina beamed, an arm around Tommy's fiancée. You would have never suspected they had only met several hours earlier.

Despite bedding some of the most desirable people this and other planets had to offer, Bruce could scarcely recalled a more enticing sight than the bubbling waters and the two beauties bathing within.

"Whaddaya say, old chum?" Tommy asked, handing Bruce a glass.

Looking at Selina and Peyton, the siren-like way they beckoned to him and Tommy, there was nothing to say. Reaching up, Bruce began unbuttoning his elegant dress shirt, stripped out of his pants and boxers, before climbing into the jacuzzi.

He was eager to resume the evening's festivities, and not just with his date, and it showed.

"Sorry, toots, but the pretty boy's mine!" Peyton smirked to Selina, pouncing on Bruce as he settled in.

Bruce had to admit, it sure the beat the last time a blonde had leaped onto him. Harley had been wielding a combat knife for one and they had both been fully clothed. He could not help but gasp in delight as Peyton nimbly mounted him, the blonde sexpot seizing his cock and taking it from the warm embrace of the jacuzzi water to the hotter, more constricting grip of her pussy. Tommy had picked himself a winner here, he smiled to himself.

"Dr. Elliott, unless my eyes are playing tricks on me, your lovely fiancée is being a little... forward with my date. Are you okay with that?" Selina said in a mocking tone, sitting back to marvel at the show Bruce and Peyton were putting on, while nuzzling up against the handsome, muscular doctor, her hand enclosing around his shaft.

"Please, when you've been friends with someone as long as me and Bruce... some things seem so... prosaic," Tommy smiled. "We were the same way in college. Used to date some of the same girls. Sometimes at the same time."

"What lucky ladies..." Selina purred, increasing the pace at which she pleasured Tommy.

"Oh, we managed to make plenty of drama otherwise," Tommy whispered in the brunette's ear.

"No, I meant. Lucky ladies, dating two billionaires," Selina smirked.

Eventually, Selina could not keep herself from mounting Tommy. One hand resting on the thief's ass under the water line, Tommy raised his champagne flute in the other, toasting his oldest friend.

Bruce returned the smile and downed his drink just as Tommy did. Tommy always looked out for him -- more than once in his younger years, when his quest, his training, his **** had threatened to consume him, Tommy had brought Bruce back to something normal. As normal as the life of a debauched billionaire playboy could be. Still, Bruce had Tommy to thank as much as anyone who'd stopped him disappearing completely into the cowl.

Bruce was jolted from his reverie as Peyton kissed him. How rude of me, he thought. Here he was, sitting in his hot tub with a smoking hot blonde astride him, and he was thinking of the past. No, it would only be fair to the beauty atop him to devote himself fully to her pleasure.

And so he did. For the next few moments, wails of full-throated pleasure, alternating from Selina and Peyton's throats, rang out across Wayne Manor's expansive grounds. Another benefit of a palatial estate, Bruce and his partners could be as... exuberant as they desired.

Of the men, Tommy was the first to cum. Only natural, he was not the one who had spent years training in pursuit of peak human stamina, Bruce mused. Selina, well and truly pleasured, dismounted Tommy, the doctor rose to his feet, towering over the other three as he finished himself off, spurting a thick, powerful facial all over Selina's beautiful features. Dr. Elliott was even kind enough to provide Selina with a pearl necklace with his last few spurts before his cock abated.

That left Bruce and Peyton. His hands twisted into her long blonde hair, Bruce redoubled his efforts, thundering up into her as he felt himself draw close to orgasm -- even his stamina was not infinite. Peyton, for her part, matched him, riding through multiple howls of eros, something crazy glinting in her eyes.

"Tommy, where did you find this girl?!" Bruce moaned, partly for the benefit of the women, unaware of his true nature as they were. Partly because Peyton was rather overwhelming.

"C'mon, Brucey boy!" the slutty blonde moaned. "I'm on the pill, so I want you to finish inside me! Creampie me, Bruce! Do it!" She licked his face.

Bruce could not resist, gripping her hard and tight as he finally came. Peyton joined him in one final crest of delight. They rode their orgasms as gleefully as they rode each other. As much as he wanted the criminals of Gotham to think otherwise, Bruce was still only a man, and like any man, unloading inside a gorgeous woman's tight cunt held a certain primal allure to him.

"Peyton, that was..." Bruce groaned, looking the blonde into her eyes.

"I know," she whispered, embracing him. "You know, Bruce, I've never been fucked in a mansion. Tommy prefers the penthouse, ya see?"

"Maybe I could give you a tour?" Bruce grinned, even as he was mindful not to neglect Selina.

"More champagne, Bruce?" Tommy smiled, offering him the bottle, having topped up himself and Ms. Kyle.