Most Eligible Bachelor 12 (Patreon)

Harley dug a carrot stick into the spinach dip and brought it to her own mouth, to playfully lick off a little of the dip for herself before she gave it over to Dick. But in the process, some of the dip dripped onto her shirt.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Harley shoved the carrot stick into Dick’s mouth and took her shirt off. Her pert little breasts didn’t require any bra, so she didn’t wear one.

Dick was as enthralled as Summer was with Ivy’s story as the redhead kept talking, kept describing the arousal she’d felt then that she was clearly feeling now, but he had to notice when Harley stripped, her beautiful flesh coming into view.

With her top off, Harley saw no reason not to take her pants off as well. Dick tried to gainsay her, but Harley wouldn’t listen, especially to his hushed words as he tried to avoid pulling Summer’s attention away from Ivy. Soon Harley had kicked her pants off, leaving her body completely naked except for her keds and puddled socks.

“Now, just wait a minute…” Dick whispered, seeing Harley’s amorous intent aim at him. Clearly, Harley had decided she could listen to Ivy’s performance just as well while she amused herself with Dick.

Harley stood before him, flaunting her creamy nakedness, her slender body somehow unnoticed by Summer while the redhead gazed into Ivy’s eyes, at her endlessly purring lips… at the picture she painted of what she’d done with Dick that morning.

“A minute?” Harley asked, hands behind her back, small breasts thrust out, swaying back and forth on her heels with juvenile animation, like she was barely holding herself back from launching her body at Dick all over again. She kept her voice low, as he did, so as not to interrupt Ivy. “Mistah D, I’ve been waiting since this morning! Since longer! You didn’t let me have anything. You gave it all to Red. She’s saying so herself.”

Stooping over him, she unbuckled his belt. Dick tried to arrest her hands, but they seemed to swarm past him, a million places at once with a million fingers—Dick couldn’t control her. Not with ten measly fingers.

He tried slapping her hands away, but the sound seemed obscenely loud. Enough to get Summer’s attention. Dick didn’t want to risk that. This was all happening so fast. He’d barely settled into sharing Harley with Ivy, being shared by them, and now Harley wanted attention, erotic attention, right in front of a reporter. A damn good reporter.

For his part, Dick couldn’t seem to uncouple his mind from the thought of how pinkly Harley’s slit was glowing in the middle of her pubic thatch. And he started to think that Summer had already learned about him and Harley and Ivy.

Seeing Harley naked wouldn’t add any new information to the mix. Hell, it would add fuel to the playboy cover story that he was usually too monogamous for. Bruce would’ve done it… probably without a wanted felon… but this was what Dick Grayson, not-at-all-a-superhero, would do in these circumstances.

So that made it simply keeping up appearances.

He stopped struggling, allowing Harley to reach down and unzip his fly. She slipped her hand into his pants and found he was hard already.

“Geez, Dick, why were you putting me off when you had a hard-on like this? That looks painful! And I oughta know, I’m a doctor.”

“A doctor of psychology. And your degree was revoked.”

“That’s all politics!” Harley scoffed. “You dress up like a clown one time and they think you’re crazy! Have you seen my outfit? It’s great! A crazy person would never look as good as I did!”

As resigned as Dick was to Summer noticing there was a quickie going on at the other end of the room, he didn’t feel the need to broadcast it. “Keep your voice down!” he hushed her.

“Go down on you, got it.” Harley pulled his cock out into the open air. “Course, ya really don’t hafta tell me these things. I’m a smart cookie, y’know. You flop out a big hardy like that and I know what ta do with it…” She laughed over Dick shushing her again. “You’re using me being your sex slave ta be a real tease, y’know? With a big one like that, you know you’re just dying t’fuck me! Why ya gotta play hard to get?”

That did it. Dick couldn’t take anymore. He took hold of Harley’s pigtails and hauled her down to his upthrust cock. Harley didn’t need the preliminaries that Dick didn’t give her. In one gulp, she’d taken his bulging cockhead and the first three inches of his shaft. Then she started to suck.

Dick held onto her pigtails like a pair of leashes, allowing Harley free reign to bob up and down on his knob. After a few pushes and pulls through her lips, she paused, then moved her head in a dizzying circle around his erection. His cock pressed against her tongue, then her left cheek and the roof of her mouth and her right cheek and her tongue again.

Dick watched her hula-hooping lips on his manhood with something approaching awe. It felt stunning, like he’d managed to jab his cock into an electrical socket. Harley touched every part of his prick, sucked it harder and harder, while working more of his length into her mouth and down her throat with every rotation she made. It was like she was determined to outperform the remembered blowjob that Ivy was describing.

And Dick suddenly wanted to return the favor—to eat Harley’s pussy like she was eating his member.

“Harley,” he said raggedly, “let’s add six and nine.” Harley made a negative sound deep in her throat and kept blowing him. “You really don’t want me to eat your pussy?”

She shook her head, sucked him even harder, and moved her mouth in a bigger circle, pushing his cock harder against her tongue and her cheeks and the roof of her mouth.

“Oh God!” Dick groaned, his voice almost eclipsing Ivy’s continued description of her own service to his cock. “I’m gonna…”

He came. His fat cock spurted enough hot, thick semen to satisfy even Harley, who rocked back on her haunches with the strong ejaculation. She took his next volley in her face, then seized hold of his shooting cock and jerked it off with her fisted hand, pounding his shaft, milking even more of his load out.

“Ooooh, GEEZ, fuuuuck!” Harley moaned.

“Harley…” Dick panted, his body trembling with his climax and his cock still launching out Harley’s delicious reward.

Harley tilted her head up and stuck out her tongue, splaying her face out for Dick’s seed to land on, while keeping slitted eyes on the eruption of gooey sperm from the tip of his endowment.

With the way Dick’s cum splashed on her face and extended tongue, she felt like putting her trusty domino mask on and seeing how close she looked to her greasepaint make-up. For now, though, the sight of her facial could wait. She loved to watch Dick’s big cock do what it was meant to.

“You shoot so good,” she whispered.

“You make me shoot good,” Dick moaned in reply. Trying to catch his breath, he slid his cock back into his pants and zipped up as quietly as possible. As miraculous as it seemed, Summer was still practically hypnotized by the erotic remembrance she was hearing.

Harley played with the cum dripping from her face as Ivy continued her story.

***

“I turned, my lips still wrapped around Dick’s girth, to look at Harley. I’d started to see her as a kind of cheerleader, getting off on what I was doing as much as Dick and I were, and she didn’t disappoint me. She was staring with astonished envy at how my lips crept over Dick’s girthy shaft, taking all I could of his prick even though I had to strain my jaw to do it. That probably made it hard for Harl to see how I smiled at her—Dick’s shaft distending my lips.

“I felt his precum getting warmer and warmer as it spilled onto my tongue. I was sucking his prick for all I was worth. I wanted to make him come, but what I needed was what he gave me. Dick grabbed hold of my head and started fucking my mouth.

“I dropped my jaw as far as I could, giving him room to rut in and out of my lips. The feeling of his manhood gliding over my tongue—I’d never experienced anything like it. I looked up into Dick’s eyes, letting him see how I was loving it. The taste of his cock and the feel of it thrusting into my mouth, even the pressure of his hands on my head as he made me take his pumping. I loved every bit of it.

“Soon, I was getting half of his prick into my mouth. Dick slid it in slowly, letting out a long, undulating groan as his cock ran in and out of my mouth. My lips were stretched to the limit around his fat girth, but I wanted him to give it to me hard, as hard as Harl took it, even if he ended up breaking my jaw.

“I’d heard of deep-throating, of course. Men tended to babble when I worked my wiles on them and so many of them wanted me to do that to them, even more than they wanted to fuck me. And I’d seen Harley literally swallow a cock, but I knew that took lots of practice. From the way Dick was moaning, it was clear I’d found a willing volunteer for me to practice on.

“A part of me wanted to wait, to learn to throat cock from things like cucumbers and dildos before I tried it on Dick. I didn’t want to risk disappointing him. But the decision wasn’t mine, of course, I’m just his whore. And it seemed like he wanted me to try deep-throating.

“Dick’s thrusts increased, his cock setting the pace of sliding in and out of my mouth. I worked my tongue against his shaft as it pumped between my lips, still getting plenty of precum to score my mouth with its gamey taste. His prick went so deeper into me that it started pushing apart my throat muscles; I gagged, but kept taking him, now shutting my eyes to relish the sounds I made as he penetrated my throat: ‘Gkkk! Hhuurk! Gg! Gukk! HHKK!’

“I forced my eyelids open, locking eyes with him so I could see the tension in them. He was so close to coming that his hands had gone limp on my skull, just letting me do what I wanted.

“I let his cock out of my mouth, pumping it with my hand instead while I gave his knob a quick tongue bath. Then I took him back into my mouth and pumped myself on it, stroking his cock with my lips just like I’d used my hand on him. I even stuck out my tongue and slapped his prick down on it, fisting his shaft in my hand and jerking it off.

“Dick tensed suddenly. His grip tightened on my head. I’d been looking back at Harley, but now I looked back up into his eyes. I saw that he needed me now. I slowly jacked him off, each stroke delivering his precum right onto my outstretched tongue. And whenever he dripped precum on my taste buds, I slid my tongue up to lick him from the underside of his cock to the very tip.

“’Come in my mouth,’ I told him. ‘I want to taste you on my tongue, wanna feel you spurt right in my mouth. Do it, baby, come for me—come right in your whore’s open mouth.’