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"Frat! Boys! Frat! Boys! I'm gonna get some Frat Boys!" cheered Starfire, skipping into the locker rooms from the back door almost immediately as she happily cried out. "It's Pledge week!"
"God damn it. Pledge week." Groaned Orders reluctantly, rubbing her purple eyes as the purple-haired Circe walked in from the floor to drop off tips It was almost the end of her shift which meant she was going to try and work longer... as usual. An uncostumed Raven was close behind Starfire, practically dragging her feet as her big goth girl titties wobbled in her tight shirt. Orders pulled her hand away from her face to look at Raven. "…You look awful." She noted concernedly.
Raven had bags under her eyes, and her eyes themselves had more color than the rest of her big titty goth girl persona because they were red. She hadn't been getting much sleep lately… and of course the reason WHY was-
"Frat! Boys! Frat! Boys! La-la-laaaa!" sang Starfire as Circe shook her head, grinning sheepishly.
"…You know. That's not a normal response to frat boys." Circe pointed out. "Most girls try to stay far away from them." She then eyed Raven who leaned sleepily against the support pillar that held the phone. "…Are you alright?"
"…I fucking hate pledge week." Raven replied sourly as Starfire skipped out in costume, hesitated next to Raven and gave her a kiss on the cheek before smiling and skipping on. Raven made no response to this action but managed an eventual. "Gross." She grumbled, "Do you have any idea where those lips have been in the last 24 hours?"
"Frat! Boys! Frat!-"
"SHUT-UP!" Snapped Orders abruptly, Starfire only giggled in response while the stern Superbabe boss returned her attention to Raven and supplied a knowing. "Frat Boys."
"On the money." Raven groaned, pointing at Orders, "She's been bringing them in by the half-dozen!... it was fun the first time but she keeps changing them out like spitting out bubblegum that lost its flavor." She turned and dragged her feet into the locker rooms. "Just popping in a new one when it's all used up!" she groaned, "She's been at it ALL DAY."
"Starfire's popular." Orders stated plainly though she obviously was reluctant about it. "For obvious reasons. Not to mention she has a reputation around the Gotham University Fraternities."
"She's got a reputation PERIOD." Circe joked playfully as Orders sighed.
"Yes. Well… I can't very well pull her off shift, she'll be making me money with all the weird frat boy parties." Orders drummed the table absently, "Just be thankful your nursing school doesn't deal with frat boys."
"Well not in the traditional sense." She shrugged, then glanced into the locker rooms. "…Should we just send Alice home? She looks dead on her feet." Orders glanced at the locker room and her purple eyes flickered, then she returned to her crosswords.
"Let her nap on the couch for a while, let's see if it clears up." She noted dismissively. Then reached for the phone. "Superbabes, we deliver… uh huh…. No, I know the routine. STARFIRE." She then snapped the phone back on the hook, tearing off the receipt with the other hand. "It's for you."
"Frat boys!" cheered Starfire, skipping into the lounge as Raven walked out of the locker rooms and collapse onto the couch, already snoring by the time Starfire skipped out the back.
And for a time the night was relatively calm, a few deliveries here or there and a mostly packed floor. But very little rowdiness. Starfire was in and out almost hourly, with a spring in her step and great joy in her heart. It wasn't until after midnight that everything started to escalate…
"Supergirl. You got one." Orders ripped off the receipt as Supergirl (II) claimed it, the food, and then walked out the back door. Orders rubbed her eyes, "Mmgh." She groaned, reaching for her painkillers and popping one into her mouth. Circe walked in from the floor to take her break. Her workaholic instincts deadening a little now that a good amount of girls were out on deliver and Raven wasn't hogging the couch with her unconscious form she could actually afford to relax.
So of course. Orders reached for the phone.
Time: 12:22 AM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"Mmn-Yeees. I'd like the Circe… meal, for delivery? Three to be specific."
"3 Greek Gyros with Garlic fries. Anything else?"
"Delivered by this Circe, girl. Mmn-Yeees."
"Very well. We expect her back within 60 minutes of less or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery. Name and Address please…"
Mmn-Yeees, Meanwhile.
Orders tore off the receipt, waving it at Circe as if trying to fan her as the purple-haired girl of Superbabes snatched it abruptly from Orders' hand, "Let me guess. Frat boys?" she asked tiredly as Orders went back to her crosswords.
"Upper-class new Englanders." Orders replied frankly, catching Circe off guard.
"What?" she asked surprised. "Why isn't it frat boys?"
"Veronica has that covered." Orders replied.
"What covered?" this was a loaded question that Orders answered anyway.
"The Frat Boys."
It took Circe a moment to register what Orders was implying before just finishing her train of thought. "All of them?"
"…ALL OF THEM." Orders confirmed as the food slid across the counter. "Do you want it to be Frat boys?"
"…Not really?" Circe replied, "I suppose if someone recognizes me I'd have to deal with some flak." She added thoughtfully, she was still in nursing school… the unlikely event that a frat boy recognized her aside, she didn't help her cause with long purple haired locks. Not a lot of girls with that hair in Gotham.
"Then off you go." Orders replied jerking her thumb over her shoulder towards the back door. "Rich upper class twits it is." Circe double-checked the receipt, shrugged, and strutted out the back door to the car. "Milk them for all their worth." Orders added dismissively as Circe opened up the company car and slipped right in, adjusting her mirrors before placing the food down on the passenger's seat, slowly pulling out into Gotham traffic and off towards Upper East Gotham.
The upper UPPER parts of East Gotham where it was generally considered greener than the rest of Gotham as a whole apart from Robinson Park. Campgrounds, rich men's getaways, cabins in the trees, Catfoot's stomping grounds… It was generally where people with some money to burn, went to burn it… sort of a Rural section of Gotham really… where the concrete, steel, and overall dread, gave way to hope and the prospect of getting the fuck out of Gotham and into a city where you were less likely to be mugged but psycho clowns.
Not her though, Gotham education was cheaper than Metropolis and just as good if not better… believe that or not.
Education aside she got out of the car, eyeing the getaway home before her, some creepy old house that wasn't quite a manor, but you knew somebody rich lived there… or… somebody on the verge of rich, or descending from it. Unlike most of Gotham's buildings which were Victorian or Old Gotham work, this house looked like a Queen Anne: a type of antique house that looked like a cross between a castle and a suburban home. And it looks like nobody was really taking care of it.
It looked like it needed a coat of paint and a carpenter, its front porch looked as if one wrong step and you'd go right through the wood. She hesitated going up the stairs, stepping on them to a loud ominous creaking sound that set off all the good horror movie alarms in her brain… but she pushed on. Approaching the dirty white, paint-peeling front door. Raised a green-gloved fist and knocked loudly… but was somewhat afraid the door would ring hollow as she began the catchphrase.
"Superbabes."
Time: 12:56 AM. Place: Upper-east(Ish) Gotham (Queen Anne designed house)
"Special delivery Service."
She pulled her hand away from the old wood and considered knocking on it again when it slowly opened. She stared curiously at the wizened man before her, with a cleanly cut mop of solid white hair and a wrinkled face, wearing a distinctly neat butler uniform.
"Evening madam." He mumbled with a raspy voice, smacking his lips and giving her a friendly but strained smile. "Come in. You are expected." His body rattled so much she imagined hearing his bones clicking as he walked into the house. "Mr. Ramsbottom is in the drawing room." The old butler declared, "Follow me."
"…Sure." Circe replied, glancing around the impressive but somewhat unkempt building, glancing briefly up the stairs only to follow the butler into the 'drawing room'. Which was clearly the nicest place in the whole house. It was actually clean, and was filled with vibrant colors. Pictures of important-looking people posing were set on every inch of the wall as the butler stood on the Persian rug and addressed a man sitting in one of a pair of armchairs by a calming fireplace. Though she could only see part of him from behind, a hand holding a wineglass and a whiff of pipe-smoke lofting from the chair.
"Mr. Ramsbottom. The evening's entertainment has arrived." He said straightfaced as 'Ramsbottom' responded.
"MMn-Yes Willowsby. That will be all for the evening."
"…Are you sure sir?" Willowsby replied, sounding rather reluctant.
"Certainly Willowsby." Replied Mr. Ramsbottom.
"…Very well. Sir…" Willowsby moaned, "Good evening madam." He replied, shuffling away, but not before taking the bag of food in from her hand as she watched him slowly shuffle off and shut a sliding privacy door with a loud clap. 'sealing' her into the room.
The wineglass in hand disappeared behind the chair, and quickly reappeared empty and placed onto a nearby small table. Circe, having none of this, put on a smile and a hand on her hip as she sashayed through the room and around the chair. Leaning over it. "Hi. I'm Circe." She cooed as she got a good look at the man.
…He had a long face, or tall head might be the better word for it, it was certainly more square-like then expected. He had black hair though he was heavily balding, which gave him an impressive widow's peak. His nose had a slight upturn to it, like he would always be looking down at you with his sleepy-looking eyes. He wore a red velvet robe that, like the rest of the drawing room as a whole seemed to be better cared for then the rest of the house.
He puffed his pipe, then admired her body for a minute, a smile twitching on his thin lips there were up until recently seemed to be chiseled permanently in a scowl. He reached up with his previously used wine hand and groped her breasts. "MMn!"
"Mmn-yes." He drolled, giving her left, then right tit a squeeze before spreading his legs. "Most acceptable."
"Well, you're welcome." She replied snarkily, "I like them too." She said, standing upright and giving her breasts a squeeze herself and a soft moan, noticing a bulge throb under his robe. His hand reached around her waist and pulled her forward and around the chair until she faced him and judging but his rising erection it didn't take her long to figure out what Ramsbottom wanted.
She rested her hands on the front of his robe and slowly pulled them apart like a curtain revealing the main event. Which was confusing…
It was a short uncut dick, 4-inches, but it was THICK… like, if he was 5 inches or so long he'd be Raven approved in a heartbeat, and speaking of judging from his pulsating dick his was quite rapid, all things considered. His balls were the size of a bass ball and nearly trimmed, and he managed to smell nice despite her experience with foreskin cocks usually of the foul smegma variety.
She wrapped her hand around his thick cock and gave it a few quick strokes up and down… smiling prettily at him before opening her mouth wide. She slipped her tongue between her fingers, feeling his member tremble on her tongue as she pulled back his foreskin, revealing his tip as it oozed pre-cum down onto her hand… she licked that up too.
"MMn. Yeees." He sighed, reaching around to grab her purple hair with his free hand, pulling her face firmly against his cock, sliding her breasts onto his legs as he slapped at her tongue with his tip. She let go of his cock, letting her tongue do the work now making the long journey around his thick shaft as her green-gloved hands clawed at his silky-robed chest.
He put the pipe in his mouth, puffing wordlessly apart from a few muffled groans. Feeling her tongue slide up and down his length, shooting into her mouth before feeling her lips against his shaft. Kissing and sucking his foreskin into her mouth only to snap back against his cock. "Mmnh…" If Circe was good at anything sex related apart from being a snug warm hole to fuck, it was her blowjobs. It was why Orders hired her after all. Her teal eyes gazed up at Ramsbottom as he sat in his chair like a throne, a hand still firmly gripped around her purple hair as he watched her open her mouth as wide as it could go, before wrapping around the tip of his thick dick.
"MMm…. YES…" he sighed as she strained her jaw down his thick cock, her tongue drooling on his meat as her hands slid from his chest to beneath his robe, fondling his heavy baseball-sized sack.
"mMngh! GUph!" she spluttered slightly, making it almost to the base of the eggplant thick cock before sliding up to the tip, taking a breath, and trying again… "MMh!"
"oooh…" Ramsbottom didn't seem to care much as long as his cock was warmed with a pair of hot lips like hers. So she settled for speed rather than depth.
"Mnn!" she shot to his tip, swirling her tongue around his glans and beneath his foreskin before rapidly bobbing her head up and down his shaft. "Mmgh! Mmngh! Mmngh!" continuing to fondle his heavy baseball as she went halfway down his thick stumpy cock and back up again.
"Mmn yes… MMN! YES…" he hissed excitedly as she taste salty pre-cum from his tip, splashing onto her tongue as her head came up his shaft, quickly going down her throat as she went down again, faster and faster. "I'm CUMMING." ever droll, a heavy burst of semen sprayed into her mouth as she froze.
"MMGH!?" his sack quivering and tensing in her hand as he pumped a yogurt thick load of heavy jizz into her mouth. "MMghn…" she gaze up at him enticingly, rolling her teal eyes as her tongue slathered around his cock, splashing the quickly pooling cum around the inside of her mouth.
He puffed his pipe as she puffed hers, suckling his shaft as he held her firmly in place on his dick but made no movement to pull her further down it as the last drops of his orgasm was pumped from his balls "…mmmn… yes." He drolled lazily, pulling her slowly off his tip as her lips sealed shut, a small trickle of cum oozing from them that she slurped into her mouth, then opened it. Revealing the thick lake he poured into her mouth.
His stumpy cock seemed to deflate a little, but the appearance of his load sloshing around her tongue made it twitch back upright just a little. Her hands cupped under her chin, as if to catch any that escapes, but gave off the appearance of her asking for more cum. "Swallow it." he said abruptly.
Circe's mouth quickly closed and she tilted her head back, her throat contracted slightly as she gulped it down, "Ahh…" opening her mouth and eyes wide to show him her empty hole.
"Thank me." He said stiffly.
"Thank you for letting me swallow your dick juice." She moaned sultrily as he shifted awkwardly in his chair, his cock twitching.
"MMn… yes…" he said seemingly uncomfortable, but he recovered, "What a fine trollop you are. You'll do nicely." She didn't know what he was talking about but if she was going to do a job she was going to do it right. She smiled sweetly, then ran her tongue from his balls and up his stumpy cock, getting him ready for more. However, he puffed his pipe, then pulled it from his mouth. "See that rope there by the fireplace?"
She stopped mid-lick, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she gazed at him surprised. Then pulled her head away to look at the elaborately coiled rope hanging from the roof. "Yes."
"Pull it." he said firmly, as she laughed slightly. Getting to her feet, "And remove your dress please. I'm paying good money for a decent-looking whore." Circe didn't even argue, grabbing the hem of her skirt she abruptly yanked it up, exposing her firm ass cheeks as she then tugged the top of the dress down, crumpling her clothes around her slender waist like a belt as her youthful, firm body jiggled with each step towards the bell rope.
Because it was obviously a bell rope despite the fact that once she grabbed it, she pulled it against her body and gave it a good hard tug but squatting down and gyrating back upright-GONG!! The sound echoed about the house.
"Should I do it again?" she asked, slipping the rope between her legs, holding the end behind her, and sliding her pussy along the thick coils. "Mmn!" rubbing her pussy on the rough hard rope as she pulled it between her breasts, using it to masturbate and dance arousingly at the same time. He watched her tug the rope back and forth between her legs as she writhed, but said nothing… until the doors to the drawing room opened again…
"Siiiir." Sighed Willowsby in greeting but his tired eyes quickly widened at the sight of a naked Circe. This might be considered mortifying to her but she's pretty much deadened to all sense of shame in costume. She absently waved as Ramsbottom continued to ogle her.
"Has Fenston arrived yet?"
"He has not sir." Noted Willowsby, staring at her breasts.
"Mmn. Quite." He replied casually, "Very well then. Whore, felate my servant." He noted dismissively.
"Thank you god." Willowsby sighed softly to himself as Circe sighed, smiled and approached the older man as he fiddled with his trousers. Letting them flop to the floor revealing stripped boxers and thin old man legs as she approached him. She dropped to her knees, before him and grabbed his pants…
He wouldn't be her first old dick.
She pulled his boxers down, and opened her mouth taking in his rather thin cock. But what he lacked in girth he made up for in sheer enthusiasm for getting his dick sucked by a woman a third his age, or more. Her tongue danced on his wrinkled member, flicking out to lick him like a popsicle as she fondled his hanging sack. "Thank you GOD." Hissed Willowsby as his spindly fingers slipped into her hair, clutching at her head and pulled her against his old man balls.
"Haah…" she breathed heavily on his sack, slurping his nuts into her mouth before running her tongue along the length of his thin dick and taking it abruptly into her mouth. He was barely hard but clearly enjoying himself.
His professional but tired face contorted into one of lecherous pleasure as he rigorously began thrusting his boney hips against her face. "Ha… ah yes… oh god yes!" biting his bottom lip as he stared into space. Feeling her hands on his boney hips to stop them from bashing her face as it dove on his limp noodle of a cock. "Ugh. Uuhg…" pushing into her mouth as she moaned loudly, letting her tongue flop about with his cock as it was crammed between her lips.
"Mmh. Mmnph mmn-mmnn-hmn…" Sitting on her knees and moving very little as Willowsby did most of the thrusting, and her tongue slithered and wiggled on his length plunging into her mouth. Yeah, she felt like little more than an onahole but some men liked that. Willowsby seemed to.
"Oh thank you god." He repeated under his breath again. "Oh-…OH!" his entire body twitched and spasmed, she felt… something on her tongue, but not a lot of it. "oooh!" his cock twitched between her lips as more of his semen oozed into her mouth. She breathed heavily through her nose as his old man belly bounced off it, thrusting slowly in and out of her mouth. "Don't stop." He sighed. She didn't stop but there wasn't much point in continuing…
His brief moment of erectness came when he did, now he was a flaccid noodle in her mouth once again and as she pulled her head back to keep stroking him with her lips he slipped from her mouth. Regardless he pulled her into his crotch, rubbing her face with his genitals degradingly, she sat there and took it. Inhaling the old man scent as he tried to get erect once more.
"Has Fenston arrived now Willowsby?" declared Ramsbottom with a bored tone, not even really paying attention to the depravity going on behind him. Circe writhed subtly, squirming with her face buried in the crotch of a man old enough to be her great-grandfather, her hands clawing the wrinkled skin of his boney hips as Willowsby stopped rubbing her face with a flaccid dick.
"…I am unsure, sir… may I continue with the young lady?"
Oh. Young lady how polite of the man rubbing his junk on her face.
"I'm saving her for Fenston Willowsby." Declared Ramsbottom. Inform him of my displeasure that he's not here."
Willowsby sighed reluctantly, removing his cock from her face as it dangled limply. He pulled up his boxers, then his trousers. "I shall ring the young master Fenston. Sir." He said tiredly again, shuffling out of the drawing room as Circe sat on her knees, somewhat confused…
…To be quite honest she might just prefer frat boys to whatever the hell this was. At least you can tell what's on a frat boys mind and usually, they didn't have weird rich people fetishes… in her experience anyway.
"Whore. Return to me I wish to ejaculate in your mouth again." channeling her inner Willowsby, Circe sighed tiredly, but she put on a smile and crawled seductively across the floor to return to Ramsbottom's dick. She climbed up between his legs but he placed his hand on her forehead as she leaned towards his stumpy erection, stopping her from licking it as he then began to stroke himself, aiming for her open mouth.
She panted softly on his cock as he masturbated, gazing into her open hole as her tongue slowly slid out to hang over her lower lip. "Aaah." Her hot breath tickled his skin as she rested her arms on his legs, staying still as his pre-cum dribbled from his cock. Ramsbottom held no emotion on his tall face, but his body increasingly squirmed as he thrust his hips subtly towards her mouth without touching it, drool dripping from her tongue as she moaned loudly.
"Fenston has arrived sir." Announced Willowsby abruptly, making Circe jump somewhat in surprise as Ramsbottom groaned and, accurately, shot his load into her mouth. It slammed against the roof in two quick, heavy spurts as she moaned, slipping her tongue inside as the last rope sprayed onto it as she quickly closed her mouth and swallowed it down.
"Ahh…mmgh!" now he shoved his cock between her lips, pulling her head down onto it as he crammed the thick meat into her mouth. "Mmgh!"
"Mmn… yes… Suck." Ordered Ramsbottom emotionlessly, as she licked and slurped him slowly. Humming around his stumpy girth as he waved his hand to Willowsby. "Inform him of the whore. And tell him to hurry her time with us is shorter than expected."
"Very good sir." Sighed WIllowsby walking away.
"MMgh!" Circe squirmed as Ramsbottom tried to dislodge her TEETH with his dick, before letting her go. Her head slid up to the tip, then off his cock entirely, running her tongue over her teeth and lips sensually… but mainly to make sure nothing was changed.
"Stand up whore." He said simply. "Right there, don't move." He said pointing to a spot between the armchairs as she got up and moved to it. Standing perfectly still, mostly naked as Ramsbottom then puffed his pipe, admiring her body. "You're a very pretty whore." He declared abruptly.
The way he said 'whore' wasn't so much intended as an insult with the way he said it. He was simply stating a fact as she was in his opinion a 'whore'… if she was anything else he'd probably address her that way. Soldier, Waitress, nurse. Apparently, he was too good for actually names and preferred occupations, and 'Delivery Girl' was far too many syllables.
"Fenston Ramsbottom. Sir." Announced Willowsby as Circe rested her hands on her hips and waited for the genetic abomination years of upper-class inbreeding must have provided only for a broad-shouldered man to enter the room in a tank top and camo pants.
He was a Jar head… as in his head was literally the shape of a jar and shaved like a military man. But he had Ramsbottom's nose and a rather blank look. He marched towards the center of the room and stood toweringly over Circe who gazed up at him somewhat… confused.
"Copulate with the whore Fenston. Make her orgasm." Ramsbottom said plainly as if making a woman climax was as easy as the Superbabes made it look.
Fenston turned his attention back to Circe, gazing down at her and her body as she shuddered nervously, his tongue slid out from his thin mouth and slowly licked his lips like he was hungry. Then his heavy, calloused hands grabbed his belt and yanked it from his pants in a quick jerk. They fell to the floor revealing that he didn't inherit Ramsbottom's stumpy dick but he did get his thickness.
"Ah shit." Circe shuddered in subtly excitement as it rose up erectly before her eyes, standing frozen in place as his huge hands gripped at her breasts and squeezed. "Haa-aah!" she gasped erotically as her pussy dripped arousal, slightly, his cock rubbing against her stomach before he let go of her tits and walked around her. "GUCK!" his muscled arm wrapped around her neck, and he grabbed her waist with his other hand, his cock throbbing between her firm ass cheeks before sliding down between them.
He kept her back straight, her tits pushed out, but bent her forward just enough to push the tip of his bulging girth against her pussy. "Haa-aah!! AAH! GOD!!" she squealed erotically as he steadily crammed her pussy full of dick meat, steadily stretching her until he could get as deep as he could in this position. He slid into her, then out, slowly, in and out, steadily increasing his pace until his powerful hips abruptly slammed against her ass. Making her jerk as if shocked, her hands slapping against his muscled hips. "Mmgh! mMnn…" she shuddered subtly, biting her bottom lip as her teal eyes rolled.
"Make her scream Fenston what's the point of a good whore if you don't use her?" declared Ramsbottom emotionlessly but his lips had a slight upturn to them.
"Oh fuck-MEEEEEE!!" squealed Circe, her body jerking back and forth as Fenston's powerful body unleashed onto her, "FUCK! Oh! FUUUCK!!" her body jerking and bouncing wildly as she just went limp and turned into a cock sleeve. "SHIIIIT!!" Circe's mouth hung open, drooling on Fenston's arm as her eyes rolled and she grinned manically, her orgasm exploding from her pussy throughout the rest of her boy as he pumped into her like a piston of a brand new muscle car. "Haah! Uugh!!" she flopped forward, her hair swinging over her head briefly before Fenston yanked her back upright, "Haaaah!"
Her body shaking and her breasts bounced as she was mercilessly fucked from behind, her face contorting into a fucked-silly expression as she panted desperately for air, feeling his hips clap echoingly on her ass, filling the room with their carnal noise as she shrieked an orgasm with a banshee-like shriek, her whole body shutting down as her knees went weak. "AAARGGH!"
Fenston grunted, slamming into her pussy and staying there as he tried to keep her standing up, but her legs were just jelly, her body wriggling in his iron grip as he just yanked her up. "Urp!" her face reddened as she continued to climax, lifted off her feet and suddenly hurled onto the other armchair. "Haah…" she gazed up at him, and on instinct spread her legs, hanging them over the arms as he loomed over her.
"Sow those oats boy." Ramsbottom grunted as Fenston mounted her, grabbing the back of the armchair as he lined up her pussy with his thick raven-approved cock again, her labia quivered on his tip before it took all of him once again.
"Haa! AAH! AAHh!! MMMN!!" she rubbed her clit, feeling his veiny girth plunge into her body, "Oh! My! GOOOD…" she groaned, her face contorting in orgasm again, "Haaaah! OH SHiiit! WRECK meeee!!" squirming in the chair as she came again, Fenston ignored her. Continued his relentless assault inside her, plugging her dripping pussy… at least he seemed to be enjoying himself, mindless fucking aside. He used every inch of her insides stroking the entirety of his cock with her pussy, in and out, vigorously and unceasingly. Displaying their connection and pounding her until her lower body was jelly again.
"I'm cumming! I'm! CUMMING! FUCK!!" squealed Circe, clearly enjoying this more than expected, "FUCK!!! OH! SHIIIT!!" Fenston ramming once, twice, three times and planting his hips against hers as he savored the sensation of her spasming hole, her hands clawing his muscled ass to get him instinctively deeper.
Her 'well-fucked' expression on thorough display her eyes rolled hazily in their sockets as she twitched and moaned uncontrollably. She didn't even feel him grab her purple hair, lifting her head up as he ripped his cock from her body. THAT she did feel. "Haah…. Ah!?" she gasped softly as streaks of thick hot cum sprayed onto her face… briefly, then abruptly stopped… then she felt a limp cock slap between her tits like a thick salami.
"PHeeeew…" sighed Fenston, "That was good father." He said in a ridiculously high-pitched voice for a man his size.
"Mmmn. Yes." Replied Ramsbottom finally removing himself from the chair. "Willowsby." He said bluntly as Fenston moved aside… Willowsby eagerly obeyed a silent command, standing before Circe and ejaculating a feeble load onto her body, followed quickly by Ramsbottom, staining her skin with the stack of semen as she lay on the armchair with her still legs spread over the arms… displaying herself for them as Ramsbotton sighed tiredly. "Clean this up Willowsby." He said dismissively, before just walking away without another word.
Fenston also ignored her, flopping into the other armchair as she dazedly pried herself from the seat. Wobbling on her legs as Willowsby gestured for her to follow him. "This way madam." He said, as she stumbled after him, being led into some lower floor closest sized bathroom that could barely fit her in the shower. She stripped her clothes away, hanging her gloves on the closed lid of the toilet seat before slipping into the shower and rinsing off. Willowsby watched her from the doorway. Even though she used the curtain the shape of her Superbabe shower was on display.
She completely rinsed off her cum shower, combing her fingers through her purple hair as she got out and dried off, taking a towel from Willowsby as she then quickly redressed herself. "…Okay." She said casually, "So who's got the cash?" she asked as Willowsby promptly handed her a neat stack of dusty bills. She eyed them, then literally blew the dust off. "Seriously?"
"Mr. Ramsbottom doesn't believe in banks." Declared Willowsby tiredly, "Allow me to walk you to your vehicle." He said clearly… turns out getting his dick sucked made him about 10 years younger. He was still an old butler though.
"Alright." She mumbled, stuffing the bills into her cleavage, and following Willowsby out of the bathroom and the front door. Down the creaky steps and towards the car. She reached for the door handle only for Willowsby to clear his throat.
"…Madam. I have fifty dollars in my pocket." He said conversationally as she turned to him with a raised eyebrow.
"…Oh yeah?" she replied with a smirk. "So?"
"…Would you like it?" he asked frankly as she sighed, then turned to him. Squatting on her heels as he unzipped his trousers. "Thank you god." He sighed tiredly as she slipped her hand into his pocket and received a crisp 50 dollar bill."
"Don't cum on my face Willowsby. I just took a shower." She said, opening her mouth and burying her face into his pants, quickly finding his old dick as he groaned happily.
"YES MADAM…" putting both hands on her purple hair and enjoying the feeling as she sucked out his cum.
It didn't take her long.
Time: 1:48 AM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"Well, that was fucking weird." Mumbled Circe immediately upon her return, plucking the money from her cleavage, "I'm going to go use some mouthwash." She added heading into the locker rooms
"It could've been worse." Orders noted, "Weird upper-class people aside…" she added before glancing at the clock, then frowning. "Alice?"
"MMngh…" moaned the big titty goth girl from the couch, still somewhat asleep.
"Alice wake up you can't keep sleeping through your shift."
"pssft!" Circe spitting out the mouthwash, walked out of the locker rooms with a fresh minty smell on her breath, "I'll cover her." she said as Orders glared at her. "What?"
"Why do I have to keep reminding you of labor laws Phoebe?"
"Because I'm a nursing student and not a law student? Nursing is expensive." She added casually, folding her old man fifty and slipping it into her boots. Orders opened her mouth to speak, then her eyes flickered and she rubbed her temples.
"Oh god damn it." she mumbled as there was a roar of cars outside in the parking lot. "…Looks like I don't have a choice."
"ORDERS!" smiled Veronica skipping in the back door. "I had so much fun this time I brought them with me!"
"Oh god." Alice sighed, sitting up from the couch as the cacophony of horny frat boys filled the floor. "It just never STOOOPS." She groaned tiredly.
"Alright. All hands on deck." Orders grumbled, Phoebe, smiled at her. "YES even you." She added, "But I'm not paying overtime."
"Alright then." Phoebe replied, adjusting her dress, "Guess I'll have to earn it." she replied, then strutted that exotic purple-haired body onto the floor and claimed a table of rowdy frat boys, planting her ass on it like a flag. "Alright! Who's first?" she smiled ready to take their orders. "Touching's extra." She smiled playfully as her boot was immediately filled with tips to do just that.
End
This one was tough. Originally I was going to have her bang a solo guy, but then I reread some of Circe's chapters and decided she needed a group. THEN I was going to have her bang frat boys (hence the focus on them earlier) but then I just decided Nah. THEN I was going to let poor Willowsby have a heart attack, but decided against it the poor guy's suffered enough... but like I said, tough.
Anyway. I was going to do Catwoman (Yaya) next but decided that I'll do one more chapter before going back in order on the list and that lucky girl is Harley.