Catgirl sucks his dick

Catwoman fiddled with the front of batman's pants until she was at last able to loose his throbbing penis. It sprung free, bouncing off of Catwoman’s leather-clad forearm before bobbing and swaying side to side. From behind, Catgirl gulped, eyes following it like a pendulum. Batman’s dick… hard for her fists… hard for her.

Catwoman looked over her shoulder at her sidekick with a smirk, before turning her attention back to the docile Batman. She spread apart his limp legs, giving open access to his upright dick, then stepped back and walked around to behind the gawking Catgirl. Hands coming up to her pupil’s shoulders, Selina moved Catgirl to her knees, kneeling between the spread legs of Batman, then began guiding her head forward and pointing his dick towards her lips.

“Say ahhh…”

Catgirl closed her eyes blissfully, opening her mouth and leaning in to take him into it. “Om…” she took his full length in one gulp. Nothing tastes quite like a knocked-out dick, a **** stiffy’s **** stiffy, and that fact combined with the exciting situation was more than enough to get Catgirl bobbing on his shaft with gusto. Batman’s dick, all hers…

Selina stood back and moved a hand to her hip as she watched, laughing at the sight of Batman getting sucked off so diligently. As Catgirl pressed the offence, Batman couldn’t help but let out a sleepy groan… that REALLY gave Catwoman the giggles.

The young Catgirl, however, was taking her work a lot more seriously. She had a serious look on her closed-eyed face as she took him in and out of her hot, wet mouth. She'd been the one to knock him out, and she was determined to be the one to make his cute little stiffy explode too. In front of Selina. For some odd reason, that was the most important part of her self-assigned mission. And, well, it didn't take very long.

Batman had almost creamed himself just from the two-punch combo that put him to sleep, and such a talented young mouth was far too much for the dreaming older man to handle. His defences had been completely breached by this lithe newcomer vigilante, and he didn't have a hope in hell of standing up to her when he was on his back out cold like this.

Catwoman chewed her lip and slipped a hand under her tight leather catsuit to fondle her breast, watching intently as her pupil took what was hers. What she'd earned. What she owned. Batman shuddered weakly, his head rolling to one side as his hips lightly thrust a few **** but ultimately weak times into the soft embrace of Catgirl's warm lips, pumping out his seed into her mouth in bursts, surrendering it all to her. Catwoman couldn't fucking believe what she was seeing. Years of knowing Batman. Years of losing to him as a criminal, followed by years more of pining after him after turning over a new leaf. Always dismissed, always one step behind… never good enough. And now…?

Catwoman smirked as Catgirl swallowed the last of the great Batman's splooge, leaning back to unsheath his softening cock from her lips, having thoroughly defeated it in their little engagement. Batman still did not stir, slumped back - in fact, he slid a little bit further down onto his back. If anything, shooting his load had only served to knock him out even more, as evidenced by the **** limpness of his outstretched arms and open jaw. His face looked so stupid with his mouth hanging open like that, as if in a permanent gasp of shock in reaction to the young Catgirl's blowie. The two ladies wondered if he might've ended up just like this if she'd sucked him off first, without even needing the lights-out punches…

“Did you like that?” Catwoman broke the silence, smile clearly audible in her voice. Neither her nor her protege took their eyes off the slumped heap that used to be Batman as they spoke between each other, Catgirl still kneeling between his legs with a front-row seat to his slack-jawed face and limp dick.

“… a lot.” Catgirl said, licking her lips. “I want to do it again.”

Catwoman smirked at the ravenous response from her horny young student. Her apprentice had done one hell of a job. Hero of legend or not, Catgirl sure had his number. And Selina wouldn't have minded watching it again either… but, sadly…

Catwoman stepped a bit closer to the heap that was once a mythical being, and crouched down beside Catgirl. She reached out with a leather-gloved hand and poked and prodded at the Dark Knight's soft cock, resting back on his belly.

“I don't think he's getting that thing up for a while,” she said. “You took everything he had to offer and then some, sucked right out of his cock.”

“I don't think he's getting up for a while.” Catgirl replied, cheekily. Catwoman exhaled in heated amusement.

“No, I don't think he is,” she agreed, shaking her head in mock sadness. “Sucked dry, and limp all over. Knocked out by a 19-year-old girl. Do you think he ever had a chance?”

Catgirl shook her head breathlessly, still staring in awe at his dumb face and laid-out body. Her heart was hammering, and her adrenaline was spiking like mad. She was so hot. She wanted nothing more than to just jump on his lap and start whaling down more blows onto his face, humping his leg, until he was flat on his ass and never waking up again, and she could cum. She wanted nothing more than to keep him to herself, than to keep him knocked out permanently. In an endless state of sleep. Giving the legendary Batman a strong jab or a quick handjob any time he showed any sign of coming back to the world. And the best part was, she had no doubt that she could do it. Was she really this good? Or was Batman really just a fragile, weak little thing? Probably a bit of both.

Catwoman was thinking similar thoughts, staring down at him with a contented smile. Seeing that muscled body so weak, that chiseled jaw hanging open, was a real thrill. And to know that it was her sidekick who'd done it… it was like vindication for every time he'd dismissed her. Well, he wasn't dismissing shit now, was he?

Selina could feel a twinge of her old self coming back in her heart. The self that stole, that fought. The self that would have taken this opportunity to jackhammer his weak chin with power punches, until he was so loopy he'd never fully recover, even if she left him alone afterwards, asleep on the marble floor of whatever bank she was robbing. The self that wouldn't have left him alone afterwards. Bondage, teasing, humiliation… setting him free, and then intentionally robbing places at times and locations where he'd come running to try and stop her. Just for her to do it to him again. Just to rub it in. Just to humiliate him and show the world that Catwoman was a thief who couldn't be beat. Not by him. Not by this glass-jawed soft-dicked loser of a superhero.

Of course, Catwoman had no idea that somebody else had got to him first. An insane girl who held the same criminal inklings that Catwoman once had, who harbored the same disdain for the man who stopped them. Harley Quinn had beat the breaks off of him already. The weak, shaky thing that remained of Batman was the result after she'd set him free. That was the very thing he'd come to Catwoman for help about, only to end up… well, you know. Let's just say worse off, and embarrassed. K.O.’d. Sucked off.

But, in the end, the reformed ex-criminal and the spunky young vigilante's morals won out over their sexual desires. At least, to a degree - they were still playful things. Rather than keeping him as a fun K.O. pet, Batman's hands were tied behind his back with black fibre, and he was left on a nearby rooftop on his back, dick still hanging out and legs still spread wide open. His broken chin was left with a pair of parting gifts as he slept - two lipstick prints, one a sultry red and the other a cutesy pink, gently planted onto his cracked jaw. The two joked that a pair of goodnight kisses such as these would probably have put him out to bed anyway.

As they left, Catgirl snapped a picture of the scene on her phone, with a smile. His chest was puffed out as he lay there, thanks to the arms he had bound behind his back, and so his intimidating bat symbol was proudly displayed to the flash of the cellphone camera. So indimidating, when placed above a spent cock and beneath a kissed K.O.'d face.

The sexy pair left the sleepyhead there as he was, considering their work done. If he was found like that before he woke up, it wouldn't be their fault - they hadn't hit him since he went out, they hadn't done anything except move him out of Selina's apartment. And tie his hands up. But that was just for a bit of fun. And besides, they'd only turned the lights out - turning them back on was his own responsibility. And just like that, the legendary Batman was turned into little more than a joke and a cell phone photo to one particular 19 year old Gothamite, and another curvaceous woman who’d once respected him like no other. But if he hadn’t wanted that to happen, he shouldn’t have gotten put to sleep.