Gotham Buffet: Make them fuck each other some more (Patreon)

Bruce led them back inside; the sun was coming up now and with it a muggy warmth that was too much when coupled with the heat they generated together. It took a little rummaging, but Bruce found a scepter in one of the chest of drawers—a bit of modern art Bruce Wayne had bought as part of a charitable auction.

He and Alfred were still trying to figure out what to do with it, as well as a number of other acquisitions that a man of Bruce’s standing naturally acquired. For now, the fact that it was the length of a baseball bat and undeniably phallic made it perfect for Bruce’s needs.

“Now what in sam hill are we supposed to do with that?” Zinda asked, her curious stare drifting from Selina’s nudity to the strange artifact and back again.

Selina told her. Zinda felt the inside of her pussy tense. She shook her head in disbelief. “What people won’t do…”

Still naked, as both his lovers were as well, Bruce got a bottled water from the refrigerator and fell back on a chair. He so completely slouched down that it would be easy to think his strength was dissipated from the long night of fucking and the longer morning shared with two men, but his cock still raised up no matter how nonchalantly he sprawled.

“I remember how you got off last night, Zinda,” he said, idly pulling his foreskin back and slapping his cockhead on his thigh so the dregs of his last ejaculation landed there instead of on his seat. “You liked being eaten out well enough, but what made you really come was being bent over, slammed from behind—fucked hard. You think you can only get that from a man. Selina is going to show you what you can get from a woman.”

He tossed the makeshift dildo to Selina. It was about as thick as his cock, but longer. The flared end looked like a cobra’s hood. Zinda didn’t know if it would feel better or worse than the real thing.

“I woulda thunk you’d want me thinking you’re the only hoss that can give it to me right,” Zinda said.

“I am,” Bruce said genteelly. “But there’s no need for you to be curious about alternatives. Selina, do your worst. You’re not going to get her off like I did.”

“Oh no?” Selina asked, eyebrows popping.

“I’m confident you’ll enjoy yourself.”

“So will Zinda,” Selina commented. Her lips formed a wry smile. “You think she’ll come crawling back to you for more the moment I’m done with her? Certain you’re the best fuck she’ll ever have?”

“She’ll come running,” Bruce said with certainty.

“If her legs still work.”

“If they don’t, I’m sure yours will still open.”

Zinda didn’t know if she liked how aggressive the two were acting. Like she was a board game the two had gotten out to play against each other. “I don’t think being open will exactly be the problem, if you’re using that thing,” she muttered of the giant dildo.

“Get started,” Bruce said, his crisp voice signaling that the time for talk was over.

He was wide awake, his prick rock-hard and throbbing even harder. Zinda didn’t know how he could be so turned on and yet resist the urge to fuck her himself. It seemed to be as simple as he wanted them to fuck each other more.

And it was, but it was also something more than that. Bruce had told them what to do—now they would do it. His own lust didn’t matter as much as that dominance. It was almost rapine, only that was far too crude a word. Having to force a woman was a failure of imagination, the same as paying for it. Seduction was part of the fuck, part of the domination.

He made them want it. He gave it to them. They loved it. Next to that, even the most satisfying orgasm paled in comparison.

He knew something else of the supposed dildo too. The reason he’d been sure to keep it off the open market. It was capable of magically generating an electric charge. Enough to pick up Robin and throw him across the room.

Bruce couldn’t wait to turn on the electricity when it was inside Zinda. That was one reaction his cock couldn’t get out of her.

“Hey, how come I have to take it?” Zinda asked. “If we’re talking alternatives—what about me fucking Selina? That’s something to get off on! If I like your cock more than that, then I’m really hooked!”

Bruce looked at Selina consideringly. He didn’t care which woman got the dildo. Because he intended to use it on both at them, knowing they were equally capable of becoming the sex-crazed maniacs he wanted to see in action. It was all a question of stimulation. How much, to what degree, to who, and when.