No Justice He Joins In

Batman stands frozen in the doorway of the lavish penthouse suite, the sight unfolding in front of him, raw unfiltered. Wilson Fisk the massive kingpin of crime, lounges back in a wide leather chair like a king on the throne.

Fisks dark eyes lock onto Batmans with a smug predatory smile "Whats the matter Bat? never seen a real man take what he wants?" Fisk thrusts harder into the woman's throat, making her moan around his shaft. "Wanna join in? Grab that chick's ass and pound her with your cock. She's already wet from sucking me off. Or you can watch... for now."

Batman's heart pounded under his armored suit. The sight stirred something primal in him, for years the constant war against the darkness in Gotham, the loneliness. His cock twitched and hardened painfully against the tight confines of his batsuit, pressing visibly against the reinforced fabric. Justice could wait. Tonight, the Bat would indulge.

Batman stepped forward, cape swirling behind him. The woman still bobbing on Fisk's massive length. Batman reached down, his gloved hands sliding up her skirt to squeeze her firm, round ass. She moaned louder around Fisk's cock as he yanked her panties aside and rubbed two thick fingers along her slick, dripping pussy.

"Fuck her," Fisk growled, his voice low and commanding as he continued face-fucking the staffer. "Make her scream while I use her throat."

***

Her pussy was soaked, glistening and slightly puffy from the arousal. Batman freed his massive, throbbing thick veined and lengthty cock from his batsuit. He rubbed the swollen head up and down her slick folds, teasing her for only a second before slamming forward.

The lady let out a gasp around Fisks cock as Batman buried himself to the inside of her tight, dripping pussy in one thrust, her walls clenched around him.

Batman gripped her hips with his powerful gloved hands and started pounding her from behind with deep, strokes. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against her clit mixed with the wet gagging noises as Fisk continued throat-fucking her. Every time Batman drove forward, he pushed her mouth deeper onto Fisk’s massive shaft.

"That’s it, Bat," Fisk growled with a dark, satisfied laugh, his muscular torso flexing as he used her mouth. "Fuck her, break that pussy while I ruin her throat."

Batman obliged. He railed her doggy-style with raw intensity, his hips slamming against her ass hard enough to make her whole body jolt forward onto Fisk’s cock. The woman was a moaning, shaking mess between the two powerful men, her eyes watering, mascara running, drool spilling from her stretched lips as she took both of them at once.

With a deep, animalistic grunt, Batman slammed in to a holt and exploded. Thick, powerful ropes of cum flooding her spasming pussy, pumping deep inside her as her walls milked him relentlessly. At the same moment, Fisk let out a low roar and **** her head all the way down, burying his huge cock in her throat as he unloaded. Heavy spurts of cum shot straight down her throat, so much that some leaked from the corners of her stretched lips.

The woman shook violently between them, her own orgasm crashing through her as she was filled from both ends. Her muffled screams vibrated around Fisk’s shaft while her pussy squeezed Batman like a vice, drawing out every last drop.

***

Fisk leaned back in his chair, pants still open, looking completely satisfied. He wiped sweat from his brow and stared at Batman with a calculating gleam in his eyes.

“You’re not so different from me, Bat,” Fisk said, his voice low and smooth. “All that control… all that justice. One taste of real power and pleasure and you fold. I like that.”

Fisk lit up a cigar and puffing slowly, "I'm building something big here in Atlantic City, more casinos, real money, real influance, but i need more then muscle. I need someone who can operate in the shadows… someone the people and heroes trust. You could be useful Batman. Work with me on a few jobs. Help me secure this territory. In return? More nights like this, more power and more women."

Fisk smirked “Or… I could always let certain people know that the great Batman bent the knee tonight and painted a hotel whore’s womb while I used her throat, your choice.”