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Dinah arrived to spar at Ted’s apartment. She tried the door and once more found it was unlocked. I know that Ted can handle himself, but dammit—he could at least act like he doesn’t want anyone to stroll into this living room and get into a fistfight with him!

She let herself in. Then she heard voices, low and urgent. Her lips quirked. It wasn’t like Ted to have company over when she was expected. She was drawn to the source of the voices, to Ted’s room. It had been left open a crack. Dinah peeked in.

She saw Selina, hurriedly unzipping out of her catsuit. Ted laid on the bed, naked, his big cock standing up stiff and red.

Dinah stifled a moan. She’d had no idea that Ted had anything going on with Selina… or that she was capable of such envy for the lover of a man who’d been friends with her mother long before he’d ever known her.

“You made me miss you so much, Daddy,” Selina was saying. “You’ve got to let me come over more than once a day. All the waiting has me so horny that I could scream!”

“Then let’s do something about it,” Ted said.

Selina wiggled the last of herself out of her catsuit and moved to the bed, pausing only enough that her gorgeous breasts could visibly jiggle for Ted’s enjoyment. She came onto the mattress, Ted catching her, and she reached hungrily for his prick. Fisting the engorged shaft and pumping it the moment she had it in hand.

Dinah stood there in the doorway, filled with need. She couldn’t bear to see Ted doing something so filthy and yet she couldn’t look away.

“Mmmm, you never let me have enough of that sweet cock,” Selina said huskily.

She stuck out her gleaming pink tongue and ran it from the bottom of Ted’s member to the top, purring and sighing as more of his taste filled her senses. Ted laid back, hands pillowed behind his head, and grinned as he kept a weather eye on how Selina avidly tongued his cock.

Dinah felt her pussy twitching, burning with an ache that she almost couldn’t take. She felt like weeping with frustration. Enthralled in spite of how she tried to hold herself back, she inched closer for an even better view, to be able to hear even more.

“Ohh, Ted, baby, don’t keep me waiting any longer!” Selina moaned. “Let me have your cock, Daddy, I wanna get it good and hard!”

She rolled onto her back, legs spread, arms apart, clearly ready for Ted to take his place on top of her. It was a submissive positioning Dinah never would’ve expected from Selina, but obviously the woman expected to get plenty out of surrendering herself so readily. She could see Selina’s soaked pussy and its glossy curls as well as Ted could.

Ted’s cocky smile told Dinah that he fully expected to satisfy Selina every bit as much as she looked forward to. He knelt between her open thighs and wedged his knob between Selina’s swollen lips. With a grunt, he drove into her—Selina’s eyes rolled upward.

“AHHH!” she cried. “That’s it! That’s what I need, Daddy! Fuck me, I wanna be fucked, fuck me!”

Ted pumped his rigid member into her, Selina squealing with ecstasy for every moment she was used. Dinah could see the look of rapture on her face in the mirror behind the bed. Then, to her complete shock, Ted caught her eye in the mirror. He smiled as readily at her as he had at Selina. He must’ve known she was spying all along. Dinah flushed a burning red.

“Come on in, Dinah,” Ted called. “As you can see, I’ve got Selina taken care of.”

Selina twisted her head to the doorway where Dinah stood, her face turning even redder than it had been. “Canary!?” she gasped.

“I’m sorry!” Dinah cried. “I never meant to spy on you—Ted and I were supposed to spar!”

“We still can,” Ted said. “Come on, Dinah, you and Selina are friends… come help her out.”

“What?”

Dinah thought she’d have to step in to protect Ted from Selina’s wrath, but the brunette only smiled dreamily. “He’s right, Dinah. I could use the help. Making this big cock go down is just about too much for any one woman.”

Dinah couldn’t believe what had been said. It was like something out of a dream. And as if in a dream, she walked across the room.

Selina seemed perfectly willing to let her come closer and closer. Of course, she was Catwoman—the whip and black leather couldn’t all be for show. This might not even be the first time she had shared Ted with another woman.

Dinah reached the bed and stood there, blushing, with no idea what to do.

“Take your clothes off, little girl,” Ted said. “You’ve overdressed for this party.”

Even as he spoke to her, he was still rutting Selina with his fat cock. Slowly, sensuously giving it to her. Never enough to bring her to the frenzy she’d been in before they acknowledged Dinah’s presence, but clearly Selina yearned for that. If accepting the addition of Dinah to their little game was what it took for Ted to fuck her the way he’d been fucking her…

Then again, Dinah didn’t care to think about Selina’s kinkiness. Where her concern should be was Ted’s rigid, blue-veined shaft. It looked like too much for even Selina, but if it could do to Dinah what it had done to the thief…

Dinah made her decision. She had to try out Ted, no matter how wild the circumstances. She needed him even if it meant Selina came with him. Dinah began taking off her clothes.

“There’s a good girl,” Ted said with a wicked grin on his face. “You fill out those fishnets as good as your mother did. Now let’s see if you can take ‘em off as well too.”

Dinah shuddered. He was so naughty, so unlike the irascible raconteur she knew now that he was a younger, more virile, more threatening man. It made her wonder if she was the first Drake woman to fall prey to his charms. And about other things.

“Ted,” she said, “did you invite me to spar while you had Selina over on purpose?”

“Of course,” Ted answered. “You’re a bright girl, but classy. This seemed like the best way to get across the situation to you. Not a bunch of awkward yakking, just Selina here showing you what you’re in for. That’s all you really need to know, now ain’t it?”