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But her voice struck such a quietly suffering note. He couldn’t disappoint her. He wanted to please her, to show his approval, to make her jubilant again with the same glee she’d had when she first offered herself to him.

Was it self-serving? Maybe. God knew he wanted her. But Dick wouldn’t simply take his pleasure and leave Harley well-used. He’d make sure she got exactly the living fantasy that had spurred her to make a pass at him.

Harley crooned with delight as Dick set his lips around her stiff nipple. He sucked wildly, his tongue swirling over her hard bud with its delicious taste. Then he opened his jaw wider, taking more of her breast into his mouth, so much glutting his maw that his teeth couldn’t help but cut into the heaving flesh.

“Oh yes, boss-man, that’s right! Suck it! Let me feel your mouth! You can get it all in there—more than a handful is a waste! In your face, Seliners! Or in your face, Dickie!”

Then she pulled her breast from his mouth and offered the other one. Dick took the gift in stride, sucking it and biting it even more ardently than he had her first virginal teat. When both breasts were thoroughly licked, bitten, and mouthed, Harley pushed him away. She ran her hands quickly over her heaving cleavage, stunned by how painfully erect he’d left her nipples, then she ripped Dick’s apron away.

“Don’t worry, boss, I know how hard my boobies can make a guy! I’ll take care of it! Let’s just see how much you deserve to be named—"

Harley trailed off, her mouth slack, drool gathering on her chin. Unzipping Dick’s fly had revealed a stiff endowment pointing at her like a threat, bloated balls hanging heftily below it.

Once Harley realized he really was that well-hung, with inch after girthy inch of prick for her, she couldn’t stand to let that big cock go unattended. She needed to take care of that lovely piece of meat even more than she needed to get her own pert tits and juicy pussy tended to.

“Can’t believe you wanted to put that in my ass--!” she muttered, before dropping to her knees in front of Dick and gobbling up his erection, forcing herself down all of his lengthy endowment until his burgeoning cockhead was stabbed amidst her tonsils.

Harley pulled back slowly, tightening her lips as much as she could on the jawbreaker of his girth. As she drooled her way off his manhood, the pressure of her sucking mouth drew his foreskin up over his glans. Looking at it again, it struck Harley once more just how well-endowed he was. She let out a little moan, drooling all over again at the prospect of getting him in her mouth.

“So glad I’m not ordering off the vegan menu,” she cooed before gorging herself on all his swollen masculinity, gulping and gurgling while she made herself take it no matter how her slender throat protested.

As much as it literally rubbed her gullet the wrong way, as much as it denied her enough breath that he might as well be choking her… every moment she was throating that monster was a moment her pussy threw a party.

“Ah geez!” Dick groaned, feeling her utterly wrap his member in her mouth—constantly suckling, swallowing, tasting, gurgling.

He’d never known anyone with such an enthusiasm for fellatio, not since Kory. She’d looked him in the eye while she was down on her knees, showing him pure love and affection and desire for him while she did her sword-swallowing act.

But Harley, when she looked up to meet his eye, showed him a touch of madness in her gaze. Kory had the skill to hilt his cock without a hint of a gag reflex, but Harley swallowed him like she was trying to choke herself, like she got off on the thought of being asphyxiated because she was getting so much cock down her throat.

The thought was too much for Dick too. He couldn’t hold himself together when every inch of Harley, from her lips to her mouth to the depths of her throat, was demanding his cum. He shuddered, roared, and spilled into her.

His hot cum jetted into her throat, instantly filling it both up and down—there was too much to go in simply one direction, too many lonely nights, too long dithering between choosing Barbara or Kory, and now he had two bulging tanks of cum to vent before his orgasm could end.

Fiery white rolled around his impaling cock, covering Harley’s lips like ineptly applied lacquer, and it poured from her nostrils as well. Harley couldn’t possibly breathe with so much thick semen filling her esophagus and sinuses like warm honey, but she still swallowed his syrupy load with delighted relish. Pumping what her mouth couldn’t engulf with one fist and squeezing his bloated balls with the other. She seemed determined to drain him before she took her next breath, air a distant second to getting more of his seed.

When she finally popped her mouth off of his prick, her tongue somehow wasn’t numb from all the wiggling around, because she licked her lips clean of his cum and then cleansed his manhood as well. Sucking her lips inward, she swallowed down the last vestiges of his ejaculation—not that there wasn’t plenty left on her face and fallen onto her chest—and lay back onto her elbows. Her thighs flexed endlessly, like they had a mind of their own, working away at a lust that Harley’s ravenous hunger for cum had been too sated to notice.

“Was I a good cum dumpster, bossy-man? That’s what it’s called when you can count on a girl to take every last little drop of your cum, right? She’s your cum dumpster.” Harley purred the words out. “Course, you had a lot of cum to get out of your system, so I couldn’t get all of it. Guess someone will have to take care of your business on a regular basis. Otherwise, some poor gal who ain’t enough of a slut could get choked to death on one of those Celine Dion sized cumshots you’ve got!”

“Celine Dion?” Dick asked in post-nut confusion.

“You know, near, far, wherever you are? You definitely came enough to kill your average DiCaprio character!”

Dick’s well-honed mind was thankfully able to avoid that mental image. “Well, sorry about–all that.”

He refrained from stating how obviously Harley had gotten off on swallowing his eruption; something else she had in common with Kory. Dick remembered how she’d immediately tried to rope him into a threesome to share how good his cum tasted. She would’ve simply kissed it into the mouth of the girl she wanted to try it, but Kory loved it too much not to swallow the moment it hit her tongue.

So the only way she could share in the gleeful enjoyment of his semen was to have another girl down on her knees right alongside her. She’d promised that when the time came, she would take her mouth off his member, stick out her tongue, and let him come on both the women servicing him. Resisting her sizable urge to wrap him up in her throat and suck his essence straight from his balls.

“That’s okay, Dickie. There’s no need to apologize. Look—you’re getting hard again already! When you appreciate a girl, you really don’t half-ass it!”

Dick blushed and looked away. Harley certainly wasn’t hurting his lack of a refractory period—his body was simply in such well-trained health that he could regenerate semen and come to an erection at an almost metahuman rate. But he was ashamed to admit that thinking of Kory was doing a lot to pave over all the reservations he should have about giving a villainess, even a reformed one, anymore of his sperm than he already had.

Harley stripped off her apron. She wore a thong underneath. It came off too. And all through her striptease, Harley’s eyes were fixed on Dick’s rising manhood.

He stared back at her with a mix of lust and reverence. How many times had he wished that Harley could stop playing for the wrong team so he could treat her body to the party that skintight harlequin outfit called for? Even if she wasn’t quite as generously endowed as Kory—who was?—her kinky little body still had plenty of curves to recommend it.

That tightly rounded ass. Those luscious legs. Handfuls of breasts as perfectly formed as dewdrops. All of those were obvious through half the costumes she wore, but he’d never seen her neatly shaven pussy with a little notch of pubic hair before… trimmed carefully into a smiley face.

She wasn’t the only oversexed bad girl Dick had come across—but goddamn, would it be good to finally fuck one of them instead of taking all the double entendres and bodily teases like he was some sort of monk. Even Bruce had surrendered to his attraction to Selina at least enough to keep her coming back for more.

But Harley was more Dick’s speed. He knew he could take that hot little gymnast body and completely wear it out. He’d gotten off to a good start by feeding her enough cum to satisfy her calorie requirements for the day. Now he’d finish the job.