The old man's shrine

Walking through the door you see what can only be called a shrine. Pictures of superheroines line the walls, particularly of the scantily clad variety. There's Vixen and her skintight leather, Star Girl and her booty shorts, Huntress and her thigh-highs, the list goes on. Off to the side you see the camera from before, and the pictures he and Batgirl took sitting in a printer tray. But front and center is clearly the holy grail of the old man's collection: Batgirl's costume. Dressed on a mannequin, he has placed it front and center for no one to see. Surrounded by candles, none of them lit, this was clearly a special place for Charles.

You knock down the mannequin and strip it of the costume. With your prize firmly in hand, you return to the living room to see a much different sight.

Batgirl is on her back with the old man on top of her, her hands pulling into his back, her legs wrapped around his hips. Their lips locked in a passionate embrace as he thrusts into her from above. Sweat glistens on their bodies as they revel in the pleasure. Charles releases her from the kiss as she tosses her head back with a gasp. He lowers his head to her chest and sucks upon her nipple. "Yes! Right there!" she shouts, pulling him deeper into herself.

Deciding not to ruin their fun, you take a seat on the couch and watch the festivities. Batgirl pulls the old man in for another deep kiss before shoving him off of her. He falls onto his back in surprise, but she quickly straddles him and sinks back down onto his cock with a moan. Gyrating her hips, she grinds into him. A cocky smile spreads across her face as he lets out moan after moan. She leans in and puts her hands on his doughy chest and starts rapidly shaking her hips up and down his member. Charles falls back, unable to do anything but accept the intense stimulation he is receiving. You watch as her hips become a blur, hearing nothing but their moans and the sound of her ass slapping into his thighs.

Batgirl's motions come to an abrupt halt as her body tenses and she throws back her head, paralyzed by another glorious climax. She falls forward and rests for a moment on his chest, before he picks himself up and tenderly wraps his arms around her. She sits on his lap, cradled in his arms as the two thrust into each other. They meet with another kiss, before falling to the floor as the old man picks up the pace. Batgirl, once again on her back, can do nothing but cry out from the **** on her pussy by this wonderful cock. Charles holds her legs in the air and her hips rise to meet him. He pounds into her with a fury unmatched, as the two look into each other's eyes. His thrusts become more erratic as her cries become higher and higher. Her eyes shoot wide as she falls to the ground once again. He lets out a hoarse roar as he bottoms out into her and begins to twitch.

You see him continue to thrust, allowing for several spurts of cum to splash out of her. Pulling out of her, he glides his cock against the lips of her pussy, shooting the remainder of his cum up her body, even going to far as to land some on her chin. He rolls over, lying on the ground next to her. The two of them lay there for a while, catching their breath, occasionally stealing kisses from each other. Batgirl gets up on her knees and crawls back to his cock. "More," she says as she starts stroking him back to hardness.

Once he gets hard enough she drops her mouth right over his cock. She curls up at his side and sucks him diligently, his hand petting her hair. Quick on the tails of his last eruption, another burst of cum enters her mouth. She swallows every time he jerks forward, until he lays back once more. She continues her stroking, trying to milk out any last drops.

Deciding that everyone has had enough, you stand up and address Batgirl, "I've got the costume, time to go." Batgirl ignores you as she tries to work the old man's cock back to life. You shake your head while sighing. "I said, let's leave." Batgirl snaps off his flaccid penis and stands up. You reach her costume out to her, but instead of grabbing it she quickly turns back to Charles.

"Oh, wait! We should take some more pictures before I go!" Charles beams as he struggles to his feet. You decide to help out as it can't possibly take much longer. You walk back to the shrine and pick up the camera. Fiddling with the settings to turn it back on, you hear the unmistakable sound of moaning coming from the living room. Chuckling, you head back in.

Batgirl has reawakened the old man's cock and has it firmly planted up her ass. Laying back across his front, he slowly pulls himself in and out of her. "I figured this way none of the cum would wipe off!" she cries out. You sigh and fire up the camera.

Thinking ahead, you say to Charles, "You can see me and have no problem with me being here." His eyes flutter for a second before he pick up his pace inside Batgirl's butthole. You take several pictures of their coitus, taking extra care to frame a shot showing the stream of cum from her face to her pussy, all the way down to the cock in her ass, marinated by the river of cum flowing from her pussy. The two of them go at it a second time, Batgirl turning her head to lock in another kiss. Her tits bouncing with every thrust, the cum on them splashing off and flicking her face. He reaches down and starts rubbing circles around her clit, only adding more to her **** mewls. With how sensitive the two are, it doesn't take long for her to vibrate on top of him. Or for him to have one final eruption deep into her ass.

The pair lay back for a moment before you snap, "Alright. That is enough. It is time to leave. Now." Batgirl reluctantly pulls herself off of him and gives him two more kisses. One on his mouth, deep, passionate, needing. One on his cock, short, a peck. You hand her the costume which she simply drapes over her shoulder. You aren't sure if she just doesn't want to get cum all over it or if she didn't want to deprive the old man of her naked body. Either way, you walked towards the door.

Quietly, Batgirl pulled a notepad from her belt. Sliding the pen from the spiral, she quickly wrote something down on the paper. Tearing it from the pad, she handed it to Charles and whispered, "Call me." Giving him one last kiss and one last feel of his cock, she made her exit. Swinging her hips seductively as she walked out, she stopped at the door, turning slightly. Now standing with her ass fully visible, cum dripping from both holes, and her left breast slightly showing, she gave him the most smouldering eyes she could and said, "Goodnight."

Charles fell back into his armchair and looked at the phone number in his hand. He reclined back for some rest. The last thought he had before falling asleep was, 'I could get used to this.'