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“She broke it, she broke it, she broke it!!!” Harley cried, finger pointed squarely at Selina, heel stomping with every repetition.

“I did not,” Selina hissed with forced calm. “Pam, would you please control your pet? She’s spitting.”

“I’ll show you spit ya little—“

Ivy had no desire to see any more bodily fluids strewn around their shared hide-out than usual. She corralled Harley with a vine.

“Red!” Harley said, treating the lassoing vine like a big hug. “She broke it, she broke it, she broke it--!”

“Broke what?” Ivy demanded, tightening the lasso threateningly on Harley’s ribs.

Harley got the idea to calm down. “My vintage Y&K Voltron Dairugger Deluxe Die-cast with spring-loaded lion’s head and stickers, gold/brass color on the shoulders of the Black Lion, red on the back of the Blue Lion, silver cannon on the Yellow Lion, real kung-fu grip and built-in water gun and real flashing eyes!”

“Is that a vibrator?” Selina asked.

Harley took a deep breath and screeched “She used it to hold her whip!”

“Her hyena used my usual stand as a chewtoy. Only fair that I wrap my whip around her stupid toy.”

“My vintage Y&K Voltron Dairugger Deluxe Die-cast with spring-loaded lion’s head and stickers, gold/brass color on the shoulders of the Black Lion, red on the back of the Blue Lion, silver cannon on the Yellow Lion, real kung-fu grip and built-in water gun and real flashing eyes is not stupid! She broke it, she broke it, she broke—“

Ivy shoved the end of her tentacle into Harley’s mouth. “Then we’ll just get you a new one, Harl.” She pulled the vine away before instinct could take over and Harley started sucking.

“I can’t get a new one, it’s a limited-run import from Korea that was recalled after some stupid kids stupid died and it turns into a remote-control car and, and—“

“So we’ll fix it.” Ivy fixed Selina with a look. “Won’t we, Selina?”

“Huh?” Selina pointedly checked her make-up in a nearby mirror. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”

“Careful, pussycat. You’re real close to having your tail pulled.”

“Yeah!” Harley cried. “Your tail pulled! Red, what’s that mean?”

“Shut up, Harl.”

Selina waved her hand dismissively. “Just give her some candy or let her stick something up your butt—anything to stop her from whining…”

Harley strained at the vine holding her back from Selina. “I am not whining! You’re whining!”

“Harl,” Ivy said gently, reeling Harley in and stroking her hair until she only seemed to be having a mild seizure. “There has to be something who can fix your—very important toy. We have people who build spaceships and robots; a toy can’t be too hard to fix—“

“They stopped making the microchip it runs on in 1982! It only accepts YY batteries!”

“What’s an F… never mind. How about you take some of my new pheromones, go get someone, bring them here, they fix it, we give them some of the loot from Selina’s last job for their troubles, and we send them on their way.”

Selina hissed disparagingly.

“You’d really do that for me?” Harley asked, wide-eyed. “Let me borrow some of your pheromones?”

“I’m with Harley,” Selina said. “That does seem like a really bad idea.”

“Can it, cat. I’m sure Harley can handle the responsibility, can’t you Harl?”

Harley nodded frantically. “Sure thing! I’ll go and get the guy and come right back! I won’t get in any trouble, promise!”

“See, Selina? You forget Harley’s a doctor. She almost killed the Batman once.”

“We’ve all almost killed the Batman once.”

“Yeah?” Harley demanded. “How’d you almost kill ‘im? Gave ‘im a venereal disease?”

Selina unsheathed her claws. “How about I treat that dumb robot like you do all your other toys and shove it up your—“

“Enough!” Ivy cried. Going to her workbench, she picked up a percolating vial and shoved it into Harley’s hands. “Dab this on your sweat glands and you should have a few hours of being irresistible to men. And don’t give any to Selina. I don’t trust her with it.”

Selina retracted her claws. Then retracted her fingers. All but one.

“Bye-ya, kitty!” Harley called as she flounced off. “Hope I don’t come across Batsy-watsy while I’m even more irresistible than the use!”

Selina watched Harley skip out of the hide-out, already spritzing herself with the pheromones. “Is this gonna be one of those ‘the pheromones weren’t real, the magic was in you the whole time’ things?”

“No. Real pheromones. The next batch will even work on women.”

Selina sighed. “I’ll go sharpen my claws.”

“It’ll be fine,” Ivy insisted. “Harley graduated from Harvard, remember.”

“Didn’t she sleep with her professor?”

“You’re just sexist.”

***

“You kidnapped Hiro fucking Okamura?” Selina demanded.

Harley gave the dazed college student a little shove to get him on his way into the hide-out. “He’s the only other owner of a vintage Y&K Voltron Dairugger Deluxe Die-cast…”

“You kidnapped Hiro fucking Okamura!”

“He bought his damaged, but fixed it, it was all over Youtube, he’ll do the same thing for mine!”

“The cops will fix us when they find out you kidnapped a fucking millionaire, you dope! What the hell were you thinking!?”

“Well…” Harley pinched Hiro’s cheek. “He is kinda cute, too. Me and Red could share him! It’d be a lot simpler than hoping Bats starts questioning his sexuality—“

“Questioning his—“

“You know… wondering if he has one?”

“You little—“

Ivy wondered out of her sunbath, pulling her tanning goggles up off her eyes. “What is all the damn noise—you kidnapped Hiro fucking Okamura?”

Selina pointed at Ivy in an emphatic ‘see?’ gesture.

“We can put him back once we’re done,” Harley said. “And you said to get someone who could fix my toy, you said!”

Selina looked pointedly at Ivy. “She’s a doctor,” Selina mimicked snidely. “She almost killed the Batman once…”

“Don’t listen to ‘em, toy-boy,” Harley said. “She’s just jealous that she might as well be spayed…”

“Bitch—!”

Harley put her hands over Hiro’s ears. “Selina, not in front of the kid…”

“I’m going to rip you apart in front of the kid so he’s doused in your stupid DNA!”

Ivy sighed wearily, maturity making her feel very old. “Selina, let the kid fix the damn toy. We can figure out what to do with him while the pheromones wear off, so at least we’ll have one problem dealt with.”

Selina threw her hands up in the air. “I picked the wrong Joker fangirl to team-up with. I should’ve been roommates with Duala Dent. She’s crazy, but at least she’s not an idiot!”

Harley sniffled suddenly, her eyes filling with tears. “My DNA isn’t stupid!”

Grabbing Hiro’s hand, she ran off into the another room of the condemned hotel they’d taken over, another rose garden for Ivy’s experiments to be stored in. Hiro was semi-consciously drug along. Ivy watched them go, biting back any call for Harley to stop and continue the discussion.

“Why don’t you watch the kid, make sure he’s not the Martian Manhunter in disguise or anything? I’ll deal with Harley so you don’t have to.”

“And now I’m a babysitter—“ Selina griped.

“You broke her toy!”

“She has a million toys and she lives in Gotham City! Things are going to get broken!”

***

Ivy found Harley getting a hug from Hiro, the mentally manipulated teen wandering his hand over her back in friendship.

“I think you’re the prettiest, smartest, funniest, evilest villain in Gotham,” Hiro said.

“And you don’t think Batwoman pulls off having pale skin better than me?”

“I don’t know,” Hiro replied. “Do I think that?”

“You don’t.”

“No, of course not, you’re the best at being pale—“

“Harley,” Ivy called. “I said you could use my pheromones to fix your toy. Not to do a spread in Barely Legal.”

“But I love spreading!”

“Harl, I mean it.”

Harley blew out a sigh. “Go fix my Y&K Voltron Dairugger Deluxe Die-cast,” she ordered him. Obediently he trudged off. “Sorry, Red. I thought you’d like being surprised with a cute boy. After you were so nice to me and took my side with Seliner…”

“I don’t want a boy. I want you.” Ivy took hold of Harley and pulled her down to the dirt they’d paved the little garden with, enjoying how Harley trilled as her red costume got dirty.

“And I want you—wanna make it up to you for screwing up…”

“Oh, you will.” Ivy started her vines growing, hard and phallic. “First, you’re going to get a really nice fuck from me. I think you’re going to like the way I do it. Especially from behind. You’ll like it a lot better than you would’ve liked Hiro Okamura. I’ll get a big strap-on, dripping with lube, and I’ll fuck that ass so when you can’t sit down, Selina will think I’ve punished you.”

“That sounds great. And can I fuck your butt too?”

“No.”

Ivy enjoyed winding her vines onto Harley, the thorns pricking her as they caught in her costume, Harley moaning in distress and excitement as her clothes were ripped away. Ivy knelt over her, caressing her breasts with loving touches, using one hand to squeeze and cup Harley’s small ass. More vines delivered her strap-on to her, wrapping it around her waist and clinching the harness shut. Harley was nearly coming just from the feel of open air on her cunt.

“Spread your legs,” Ivy said.

“Dontcha wanna make me?”

“No. Right now I want my girl to do as I say, just like any other flower in my garden. I want you nice and wet and open because you want to be.”

“Aww, Red—“ Harley did as she was told. In reward, Ivy’s hand traced over her exposed body, making Harley twinge as her fingers lightly touched the painful white lines the thorns had left on her creamy flesh. Her touch became firmer, more demanding as her hands slid down Harley’s flat belly, toward her wanting pussy.

Harley forced herself to stay still, feeling the fingers of one hand opening up her vulva—a probing finger working its way inside her, it was Ivy, Ivy, it felt so good!

“You’re not wet enough,” Ivy chided.

“I’ll get wetter!” Harley vibrated. “Just keep lookin’ the way you do, I’ll get plenty wet!”

“You’re on notice, Harl. I said I wanted you wet. You’re being disobedient.”

“Wanna spank me?” Harley pleaded.

“I want you to do as you’re told.”

Ivy worked another finger into Harley’s pussy, making her really, really want to do as she was told.

It hurt a little, having Ivy fuck in and out of her sex when she was only beginning to moisten, but Harley liked that. How much Ivy loved her. How she just couldn’t wait. She quivered again when two fingers of Ivy’s other hand began massaging her clit, a tight little circle that seemed to stimulate her in a new way with every turn it made.

Harley spent several minutes on the edge of orgasm, tensing on Ivy’s skillful fingers, feeling waves of need and lust and satisfaction crash over her, all waiting to come together in the ultimate sensation that only Ivy could give her.

Suddenly the fingers were gone, removed—it was almost worth it to see the glistening drops of her honey on Ivy’s fingers. Definitely worth it to watch as Ivy put them in her mouth and sucked, enjoying the taste, enjoying Harley… in a roundabout way, of course.

“I told you to spread your legs,” Ivy reminded her. “Your legs aren’t spread.”

Harley had closed them, trying deliriously to keep Ivy inside her and fucking her. She spread them wide in anticipation now, and the strain had her pussy convulsing. She didn’t know how she hadn’t come yet.

After a moment’s satisfied deliberation, Ivy buried her face in Harley’s groin, her tongue lapping and licking furiously, instantly taking Harley right back to the brink of climax. Harley whooped and prepared to let herself go. She thought she would shoot this time, she knew she would…

Then Ivy stopped. Harley forced her eyes open. She saw that Ivy was lubing up her big, pink strap-on with a wet hand. It looked obscene, sticking out from between her legs. Harley almost hated it for how easily it made her come. She loved it so much, it would be Ivy’s…

Ivy covered Harley’s eyes with her hand. Her wet, warm hand, smelling of the cock that would soon be inside Harley. All Harley could do was hear her breathing, feel her heat—their legs were brushing together. She felt soft lips on her nipple, hair falling over her chest: bolts of excitement flew down to her groin, the pool of liquid warmth there, soon to overflow.

Ivy kissed her on the lips next, and now Harley felt the massive, dripping, hateful bulk of Ivy’s cockhead brush against her thigh. Then she forgot it—Ivy’s tongue had darted inside her mouth. Harley could taste herself; she never tasted so good as when she was all mixed together with Pamela.

Now Ivy lifted Harley’s legs, pushed her thighs back against her chest—Harley felt the heat of her own thighs against her breasts, fuck, she was burning up! She liked this position, though. She eagerly held her legs high and wide, waiting for what she knew was next to her pussy, what she needed to make her whole.

“Fuck me,” Harley whispered lovingly, and Ivy took her hand away and Harley could see the head of the dildo, poised at her cunt. It rubbed up and down there, covering her entire sex with her flowing juices. It felt electric. Then Ivy could hold back no longer than Harley. She pushed at the tight opening. And, slowly but surely, the cockhead went inside.

Harley came immediately.

Then Ivy started over again.

***

Hiro woke up slowly. His keen senses, his bursting creative mind, they were all now sluggish, over encumbered. Blinking away further sleep—he seemed to have to winch himself out of unconsciousness—he realized he was tied up. Bound to a wheelchair, which was not a good place to start everything. But he hadn’t been gagged. That cut down on the Hannibal Lecter of it all.

“Where am I? What am I doing here?”

“Fixing a toy,” a slinky voice answered, lilting with amusement at his predicament. Hiro groaned. Selina Kyle. Which meant Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn couldn’t be too far behind.

Selina walked past him—the leather catsuit as flattering as ever, accentuating every curve, making the spectacle of her body downright uncanny by being tight enough to showcase every inch, but thick enough to leave that last little bit to the imagination. Even the most uncreative thinker would get the idea that her body was more than worth seeing.

She went to the table—Hiro vaguely recalled sitting there, hard at work—and toyed with a robot that was a good two feet tall. Blearily, Hiro wondered if he’d built some kind of war machine before seeing that it did little more than flash its eyes and chop its hands.

“Nice work, Okamura,” Selina said, her praise cool, a little sardonic. “Although that does make it harder to decide what to do with you. Seems ungracious to really hurt you after you got the job done.”

“You kidnapped me to work on a toy?”

“A sad fact of life, kid: not everyone can want you for your body.” As solicitous as a stripper at a party, but with every motion screaming danger, deadly skill, Selina perched herself upon Hiro’s lap. Vindictively wiggled her ass down on his crotch to get comfortable, testing for a reaction. “And now we’re stuck with you.”

“You could just let me go,” Hiro suggested. “Admittedly, I am a little biased…”

“Oh, but here’s the thing!” Selina slung her arms around his neck, playing her sharp fingertips at the nape of his neck. Hanging off the musculature of his shoulders. “We’re lying low at the moment. So, if Richie Rich showed up on TV, screaming about being abducted by three violent, yet sexy, criminals—the FBI would start kicking down doors, the cops would start interviewing our contacts and offering reward money, we might even get the Teen Titans after us. And here we haven’t even done anything except borrow you…”

“So you’ll kill me?”

“No… that’s a little messy. A little dark. We’re trying to stay off the radar, after all, and if there’s one thing the Bat has a way of finding out about… so what to do. What to do.”

With effortless athleticism, Selina kipped up out of his lap and over the back of the wheelchair, taking hold of the handlebars and jerking Hiro forward at a sudden, shocking speed. He flailed against his bonds. It seemed like the thing to do. They were well-made, too tight to wiggle out of, too loose to break.

“Let’s go see what the vagatarians have to say…”

***

Ivy pulled the cock out of Harley’s asshole. Taking a wet leaf, she wiped the lube off it. A simple chop of her hand to Harley’s side had the clown rolling over, spreading on her back.

“Now just to finish you off,” Ivy said, “I’m going to remind you how this feels in your cunt.”

She laid down on top of Harley. Her large breasts pressed into Harley’s smaller ones, hiding them in green flesh. Her soft belly pressed against Harley’s smooth, muscular one. And finally—when Harley was whimpering with the contact between their two bodies, the heat she felt above and beyond her own warmth, the heat that was all Ivy, all friction—Ivy pushed the big silicone cock into place inside Harley.

The same position as a man and a woman would be in. Ivy on top, the man. Harley on the bottom. The woman. She enjoyed being Ivy’s woman.

“Ooooh,” Harley drawled. “I can’t believe it…”

She came one last time for Ivy—a small, gasping thing, her cunt barely able to tighten on the intrusion it so welcomed—then she yawned. Ivy’s usual frantic, almost hateful lovemaking had been too much for her. In a moment, she was asleep, snoring as softly as a child.

Ivy gave Harley a last little buck of the dildo, then slipped it out of her, letting it dangle between their thighs as she laid down on top of Harley with a kiss to her cheek. Despite everything, she found it warm and comfortable, sleeping with Harley. She wondered if Selina did too.

“No wonder I stay with you two,” Selina opined, pushing Hiro’s wheelchair over the lumpen dirt floor. “It always smells like tuna.”

“Why don’t you put the kid to bed and join us?” Ivy asked. She spotted a bead of sweat running down Harley’s brow and licked it up as the other girl murmured approvingly. “I’ve got Harley’s ass nice and open for anything you want to put in it…”

Selina let out a strangled breath. Her demon mind whispered that Harley’s ass would make a great place for the handle of her whip. Hiro thought much the same thing, his erection beginning to stir, fighting valiantly against the circumstantial threat of impending doom to press the seam of his jeans outward.

“We need to figure out what to do about the Okamura boy. Before the FBI comes to break down the door.”

“Why don’t you just have a little fun with him, if you’re not gonna play with us?” Ivy suggested. “I think we can all agree you need to get laid…”

Hiro felt his cock uncomfortably push against his underwear’s confines and shifted himself in place, allowing it to more naturally grow down his pantleg and the length of his jeans. “If I may make a suggestion,” he said, trying to cross his legs before remembering his feet were tied. He would just have to will himself out of having an erection. “You could just ransom me.”

“Oh, so now me using you for sex is so terrible? You’d prefer to pay us a few millions instead?” Selina scoffed. “No one does kidnappings anymore. You put some dumb celebutante under a hanging safe, or in an underwater vault, or on top of a bomb about to blow, and say that if they don’t pay, the idiot blows sky high. It’s just asking for Batman to rush in at the last moment, save the hostage, and punch you in the face.” She summarized: “No money. You get punched in the face.”

Harley moaned in her sleep, rolling over on the top of Ivy, hugging herself to Ivy’s curvy body. For Hiro, the view became irresistible. The dildo standing up on Ivy’s lap, still wet with what had to have been a voluminous orgasm. Harley’s lithe, naked body atop Ivy, beautiful in its own right but maddeningly censoring Ivy’s incredible sex appeal: her toned leg fell between Ivy’s thighs, totally hiding her crotch, and she was suckling at Ivy’s breast, her blonde head completely blocking it from view. Thankfully, the other teat was on display, and it was perfect. Full and firm with a nipple that stood up like an invitation, yet with an aura of softness and warmth in its contours that made Hiro want desperately to touch it, even to brush against it.

“You honestly can’t pull off trading a teenager for a bag of money?” Ivy asked. “Some Queen of Crime.”

“Not with no preparation! You need an escape route, you need a way to receive the money, you need a—hold on, do we still have a Swiss bank account? Because that would come in handy.”

“We can’t access it for another twenty-four hours. Harl used the wrong password five times in a row and now it’s locked.”

“Did she try a different password each time?”

Ivy set her jaw. “She’s asleep. Let’s not wake her.”

As she said it, Harley began to rut against her, rubbing her leg over Ivy’s cunt, dragging her own sex up and down the thigh captured between hers. She bit and kissed and licked on Ivy’s beautiful, stoic face, half-asleep, not seeming to mind that Ivy was maintaining a complete poker face. Then she began to mutter about how horny she was.

Hiro couldn’t help it. His cock swelled powerfully, its contours pushing his jeans away from his leg, his balls swelling against the crotch of his trousers, all of his manhood painfully evident against his tight jeans. Christ, why couldn’t he have been kidnapped wearing slacks?

“No one kidnaps people anymore,” Selina reiterated, “but if they did, they would use a Swiss bank account. Besides which, we don’t know that Harley picked him up cleanly, without leading a trail. He could be hot, for all we know.”

“Oh, he’s hot alright,” Ivy said, the word ‘hot’ running out of her like an exhale from a femme fatale’s cigarette. “And getting hotter all the time.”

“What are you talking—“ Selina looked down and saw Hiro’s cock making a reach for the knee of his pants, its wide, fat contours stretching his jeans into an impressive outline. She was stopped short, staring blankly at it, her mind racing, rushing to the only possible reaction: “What the fuck, Okamura?”

“Well… I’m not gay!” Hiro said apologetically. “This is what happens when you’re not gay and you see that!”

“And what happens when you see a dominatrix in skintight leather, her fucking catsuit practically fucking unzipped, hanging all over you?”

Hiro blinked. “Umm… that was a factor too?”

“That hard-on should be mine! What’s so arousing about them, huh? You know Ivy would kill you as soon as look at you, and Harley’s the biggest ditz from here to Metropolis! Why wouldn’t you get hard for me?”

“Good taste?” Ivy teased.

“Shut it, Jolly Green!” Selina herself was turning red. “Is it that I’m a strong woman? Is that it? You’re intimidated by strong women? Ha! How pathetic is that!?”

“I’m a strong woman,” Ivy claimed languidly. “And Harley is… controversial.”

Harley muttered something about dead-lifts against Ivy’s breast.

“Look, I don’t know what to tell you. I’m a teenage boy. It does what it does. I don’t get much of a say in the matter.”

"THEY'RE LESBIANS! YOU'RE A MAN! HOW DO YOU THINK THAT'S GOING TO WORK OUT?"

“I’m bisexual,” Ivy said. Harley muttered something about pans.

“I was bisexual first!” Selina shouted. “You two are just ripping me off!”

“Just because we didn’t make a big production of being together doesn’t mean we weren’t,” Ivy replied, caressing Harley’s back. “There’s a little thing called subtlety…”

“YOU WALK AROUND NAKED!”

“I don’t carry a whip, though. Honestly, is that even a very useful weapon?”

“HARLEY HAS A MALLET! I’VE SEEN HER POLE DANCE WITH IT!”

“She’s a strong, confident woman in charge of her own sexuality. And Hiro is responding to that.”

Selina sniffed the air. “Hiro, did you come?”

“No! More of a—preamble!”

Selina looked down at a dark spot on the thigh of Hiro’s jeans, right at the end of his ‘outline’. It was quite large. “JUST THE THOUGHT OF HARLEY DOING A POLE DANCE—!?”

“How do you think I feel? I liked these jeans.”

“I bet you get turned on by the thought of Ivy using all her vines like she’s in a Japanese anime, don’t you? That’s just pathetic! That’s not sexy at all! They’re not even human, they’re dirty, disgusting tentacles dripping with sap, rubbing that gross slime all over her body—“

Hiro closed his eyes and pictured it, his breathing coming hot and shallow…

“Don’t you try to come thinking of that!”

“Uh, you were the one describing it?” Hiro ventured. “That’s what made it hot?”

“Yeah, Seliner. Tell Hiro more about how bare, sweaty bodies clinging to each other as we satisfy our lesbian lust with great, big tentacles in every hole—“

Harley muttered sleepily.

“Okay, not every hole, but most of them.”

“You’re just making it worse!” Selina said accusingly. Now she could see Hiro’s precum beading through on the other side of his jeans.

“Or better,” Ivy said. “I guess since you’re so down on my dirty, disgusting tentacles, it’s a good thing you have an alternative on hand. Maybe Harley could do a little dance while you go at it, just so he’ll keep it up.”

Hiro groaned softly. That reminded him a lot of dream he’d had about Power Girl and Terra—Terra in a cheerleading outfit—Peej wearing nothing but one of his football jerseys after…

“You’re going to make him come!” Selina chided.

“Well, someone ought to.”

Selina set her teeth on end, growling evilly. “Fine. Fine. I’ll just take him into the other room and fuck his preteen brains out. Will that make you happy?”

“Oh, whoa, Selina’s gonna fuck a high school student. Must be Tuesday.”

“I’m not actually a teenager…” Hiro said, as timid as he could be with a horse-cock glaringly obvious in his lap. “I’m legal, actually, if that makes a difference.”

“It doesn’t!” Selina shouted. “Okay, it does, we’re not pedos, but still. Shut up.”

She left the room, dragging Hiro’s wheelchair behind her.

“Remember,” Ivy called after Hiro, “just lie back and think of me!”

***

Karen went to her dresser, opening up one of the many drawers in her house that required a clandestine thumb scan, otherwise it would become ‘stuck’. The other drawers held spare costumes, JLA communicators, parts for her teleporter. This one had something different.

Rather, some things different, and one of those thing was a big, black dildo. One end was a magnet. The other could’ve been the business end of a cucumber. A big cucumber.

Going to the load-bearing wall, Karen attached the magnet to one of the steel beams that ran through it. X-ray vision came in really handy for that. With the cock held firmly in place, she straddled it. Her breasts suddenly felt swollen; she kneaded them. Her pussy felt wet. She spat in her hand and rubbed to make it even more lubricated. Just looking at the dildo, being naked around it, helped with her stress. It helped a lot.

She pressed herself to the wall—her boobs getting in the way, as always, she literally had to bend over backwards to use the fucking thing. But the cock was right where she needed it, and when she grinded her hips against its resting place, it sank into her, giving Karen a nice, low groan that was music to her ears.

She closed her eyes tightly and began jerking her hips back and forth. She knew when she opened her eyes, the cock would shine with her juices. She was saving the sight of how wet it was for when she came.

It wasn’t enough though. Just not quite enough. At superspeed, Karen hurried back to the drawer. Waited an eternity for the thumb lock to let her in again. Took out another small box. Inside was a short, slender rubber thing with a flat base. She put it in her mouth, got it wet as she returned to the dildo. The cock felt better inside her, sucking on the other toy, and it felt better still when she took the toy out and pushed it into her asshole with a low, sensuous moan.

She ground her pussy even faster on the dildo stuck to the wall, squeezing her breasts, clenching her buttocks around the dildo stuffed between them. Her pussy was full. Her ass was fucked. She quivered and groaned and felt herself on the way to coming, so close to coming—!

It wasn’t enough. The toys just weren’t the same without someone using them. Using them on her. That keen intellect always thinking up new ways to make her come. Eager to be used by her as she was to use him. Her biggest, most wonderful sex toy of all.

She needed Hiro Okamura.