Bruce goes downtown

"You can take you rightful place, serving me by eating out my pussy." she said, loving the power she held over one of the most powerful men in two worlds. She continued, "Prove yourself worthy and I may keep you as my own personal pleasure drone and potential mate."

She moved to take a seat on his own leather bound chair, another example of her holding power over others. Since soon, one way or another, she would the C.E.O. and owner of Wayne Enterprises with everything that goes with it. Bruce kneeled before her, ready to use his hands, but was told, "No hands. In fact, hold your hands behind your back till I orgasm. Use your mouth only."

"Yes, your majesty." he said, as he moved to keep his hands behind his back. With perfect balance, he began to lick softly the sides of her slit. Each one seemed to be hit on target for one of her pleasure centres. A pleasent tickling like sensation. He worked on the sensitive outer flesh of her pussy, as well as an occational lick and suck on her clit.

She could feel the pleasure from his tongue on her body alone. Which was much better then any man who had tried before. Which was rare given her history. More an excuse to prove the power of her pheromones over them, and even then she couldn't relax. Not like when she was with a woman. Or women. But with Bruce in her power completely, her change of additude from her use of the Master PC, she was finally relaxing and enjoying the work of a man. One who seemed especially skills.

As he finshed his work with the outside of her body, he slowly slipped his tongue into her. He slowly and sensually teased her inner sanctum with his mouth, kissing her cunt as he moved to french the inside of it. She could feel the pleasure build in her. With other men, she either had to get a woman to pleasure her to cumming or do it herself. Whether the changes she did on herself, Bruce's skill, or both... she was naturally building an orgasm. Her hands moving down her body, to land on the dark hair of her male love, pushing him deeper in her honeypot.

She could feel the energy building up more and more as the hero was digging deeper and deeper into her, seeming to have an impossible length of tongue. It seemed he was touching every sensitive G-spots in her precious love canel, which was building up the orgasm she was trying more and more to hold back. Since she didn't want to make it easy on him, he had to work for this. Work for it he was as she was moving closer and closer to the brink, her hands gripping tighter on the man before her as she did.

As the pleasure rose higher and higher as she moved to the high point of the coming climax, before the limit was reach and she shouted out in pleasure as she came. Much harder then she expected with a male. Her cum poured out of her, lapped up by Bruce. Taking all of the excess juices with his tongue, even if she was still well lubbed up for more.

Finishing his clean of her lower regions with his mouth, he turned to look up at her and asked, "What else can I do for you, my Queen? Have I proven myself worthy?"

Even though she was convinced of Bruce's worth for her, but she wanted more and to play. So she said,"I still need proof of your worthiness. So I need you to..."