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Brrrrrr!
"Come on you-stop! Dodging! My! STABBING!!"
Brrrrrr!
"Come on come on!! Axe to face! Ha-ha! You-SHIT!"
Brrrrr!
"Mother fucking!-Cheating! Rat bastard asshole!" (B) Vixen slapped her gamestation controller down on the bed before she hurled it at a wall… again. She loses a lot of controllers that way. "UGhh!" then reached for her phone, checking the caller ID, then sighing angrily as she pressed the 'load last save' option on the TV. She put the phone to her ear, but she was still a little pissed off, giving off a crisp "Yeah Yaya? What is it?"
"Well you sound chipper. Did I get you at a bad time?"
"In a matter of speaking." Mumbled Vixen as entered her character menu to pause the game. She got off her bed and walked around a little. Trying to calm herself down at the rage inducing game after yet another failed attempt to kill an optional 'mini-boss'… what made it worse was she didn't have to kill that boss… but she REALLY wanted to. For completions sake. "What's up? I got gods to kill."
"Just gonna assume that's a gamer thing and move on." Replied Yaya calmly and accurately, opting to take a more playfully cheery tone when speaking to the currently irate Gamer Vixen. "So. You wouldn't happen to be doing anything tonight are you?"
"Yeah. Playing my gamestation?" Vixen asked sarcastically strutting out of her bedroom to her kitchen, opening the fridge door with her other hand and grabbing a Creature energy drink. She turned around and kicked the door shut before popping it open one handed. "Why? Want me to bang someone for you?" she asked casually as she grabbed a glass cup from her cabinet and began filling it with ice. "Because if so you can just be straight with me."
Wouldn't be the first time she used her body to help out a friend… sexually at any rate, she didn't help her friends move a couch… she fucked other guys to help her friends move couches and things like that.
"Honestly? I'm not entirely sure." Yaya replied frankly as Vixen scoffed and chuckled, pouring the Creature drink into her glass of ice.
"Well if you're not sure then I'm going to lean on the side of 'probably going to have sex. What is this about Yaya?"
"I'm going to an Art Gallery tonight and I'd like someone to go with me. Preferably if that someone is in the photos getting displayed in the gallery."
"Yaya it's my day off and I'm gonna use it." declared Vixen firmly, "There will be plenty of time for showing my ass off when I'm at work-"
"Come on, please? I don't want to show up alone without my muses..." she whined like a mewling cat on the phone.
Vixen took a deep quenching drink of from her glass before answering. "Show up where? Because I redirect you to my 'its my day off' statement."
"The art gallery! Remember those pictures we took? The ones that those fancy snob-perverts bought?"
"The ones of my ass-" replied Vixen with a smile, strutting back into the bedroom. "And Jae-Hwa's. Yes, I'm aware."
"Well one or two of them are being displayed in a classy art Gallery in Upper East Gotham and I thought it might be nice if you or Jae-Hwa showed up…"
"Did You already asked Jae-Hwa?" Vixen asked, plopping that thick backside back onto her bed and crossing her legs.
"Jae-Hwa's working tonight." Replied Yaya quickly, "Soooo… come on don't make me go alone."
"What do you even need me for?" asked Vixen, her hand halfway back to her control before she decided she was still pretty pissed so she held back for now. "There are literally dozens of other sexy girls you work with that could go. Take Veronica she'll be a hoot."
"Yeah but it's not there asses on the walls. You're one of my muses. I'd like to make a good impression…" she paused for a second, as Vixen contemplated her statement, "It's promoting my work, promoting you… you're nice and charming and sassy…"
"I already like you Yaya stop buttering me up." Vixen replied with a smile. "You don't need me for this."
"Look you're IN the photos! And they're getting displayed in the galley! You're like a naked Mari McCabe! Who I heard is going to be there with Bruce Waaaaaayne." Cooed Yaya invitingly.
"So your comparing me to a famous fashion model and trying to entice me with rich, handsome Gotham money? Can't say I don't see the appeal."
"I don't want to go alone." Whined Yaya piteously, Vixen could practically sense the pouting lips on the other end of the phone.
"But I'm GAMING." Replied Vixen with an equal whine, running her finger over the right analog joystick of her controller… if that controller were a man it would be very aroused right now. "GAMING YAYA!"
"Just come hang out with me! Look pretty! Flirt with rich guys who like looking at your naked butt I'll be like an hour!"
Vixen sighed, but after a moment of thought… Superbabes stick together, shenanigans or otherwise, but despite the solidarity it wouldn't hurt to get something out of it. "I like you Yaya and I pose naked for you when asked, but let's be honest this is my gaming time and Mama needs her games." She replied coyly, "So? Yaya what'chu got for me?" she smiled as Yaya chuckled.
"Okay… come hang out with me and I'll cover your next shift."
"Day of my choosing?" Vixen replied, the next chapter of First Fantasy 7 Re-buy was coming out soon and she wanted a nice healthy weekend to play it when it did.
"Day of your choosing." Yaya agreed though she sounded a little reluctant. It could be today, or tomorrow, or a particularly wild night. It was like a timebomb with a random timer you couldn't see.
"Done deal!" Vixen replied cheerily, "When and where? Send me the address and dress code."
"The Gotham Art Galleria-"
"Yaya which one? there are like four." Noted Vixen, already heading to her closest and quietly wondering if she actually had clothes worthy of an art gallery showing. She had nice clothes, working clothes, walking clothes, and 'fuck me' clothes… and occasionally they mixed together.
"The one in upper-east. Joker tried to rob it a month ago trying to steal a sad clown painting?"
"Ah." She remembered watching that on the news when she was at work. "Alright." Smiled Vixen, finding a set of clothes that would DEFINETELY work, Pulling it from her clothes and checking herself out in the mirror before tossing it onto the bed. "So what time?
…
Time: 8:06 PM. Place: Upper East Gotham (The Gotham Art Galleria #2)
"I know. I'm late." She said on her phone with Yaya as she paid the cabbie and started towards the steps.
"I told you to leave earlier." Replied Yaya admonishingly. "You're going to have a tough time getting in now. The big money get to come in first and now the rest have to wait until the VIPs are finished." Vixen adjusted her Vixen bronze-colored dress, it was similar to GIganta's with a strap over one shoulder showing off her beautiful ebony skin and impressive cleavage, and it still managed to cover her generously big booty as it wobbled with each step.
It was also easily the most expensive thing she owned that she couldn't play video games on. She only brought it out for rich gala like events… when her old clients used her as arm candy before she licked them like lollipops in the privacy of their hotel rooms. "I think I saw Bruce Wayne and Mari McCabe!" Yaya added excitedly. "Bruce Wayne's going to be looking at YOUR ass!"
"Honey, everyone looks at my ass." Vixen declared out loud as a snobby looking art critic, apparently not snobby enough to get in with the VIPs glared at her in disgust… but then his eyes lowered to her ass and he stared far too long to legitimately argue with her statement. "Can't you just come out and get me?"
"I could if I wasn't meeting and greeting… just do your best." She replied as Vixen reached the front door, noticed the line behind the velvet rope and the impressively dressed goon security up front and rolled her eyes.
"If you insist. See you in…" she eyed up Goon one and goon two, both of them with military haircuts, "…8 to 9 minutes?"
"Try not to leave a mess." she replied, quickly hanging up as Vixen did the same. Then approached the two security guards.
"Excuse me." She smiled at the two, "I'm a late arrival? I'm supposed to be in there."
"You're just gonna have to wait 20 minutes ma'am." Replied who she identified as Goon One. "After the VIP event we can let the rest of the guests inside.
"But I'm ALREADY supposed to be in there. Just call Yaya Zhang." She replied as Goon two gestured to the line.
"Please wait 20 minutes ma'am." He said as Vixen glanced at Goon Two, then turned to goon one.
"I don't like his tone." She said, abruptly grabbing Goon One by the tie and yanking him forward, to his surprise. Both to their surprise in fact. "…Is there somewhere private we can talk? Or shall I make a scene here?" she asked.
Goon One seemed to be very confused at this situation, however. "…Alright." He mumbled, leading her to a side door that led to a tiny security office. "Let's here the angry-"
THUMP!
He had a good foot in height on her, and twice as broad but she handled him like he was weightless. She pushed him against the door, essentially locking it with his bulk.
"Hey Baby." She cooed, "I'm in a bit of a rush." Her voice became lower, huskier, she let her fingers trail down his shirt before she reached his belt, then squatted down on her heels. "So how about, I do you a little favor…" her hand slowly unzipped him, "And you and your friend just look away for a minute? Hmmn?" her hand slipped into his pants.
She extracted his increasingly rising erection from his pants. He was nothing to brag about, but to be fair she wasn't here to enjoy herself, she opened her mouth and took him right in. He hissed through his teeth, completely frozen against the wall as her lips slid warmly down his shaft right to the base. Her tongue spiraled and swirled around his cock, slurping softly. She gazed up at him, her nose and mouth in his pants as she wiggled her face against him before sliding up, then back down again.
"MMn-hmmn." She moaned, sending a shiver up his body. "Mmn. MMn. MMn!" she thrust her head back and forth, rapidly moving up and down his length as his hand rested on the back her head. Pulling her greedily to the base of his cock as she continued. "Mmgh-mmn-aaah!" she suddenly shot off his length, mouth open and gasping for breath as she stuck out her tongue and flicked on his tip. "Should I keep going or should I leave, Baby?" she whispered enticingly, his cock twitching on her tongue, oozing pre-cum.
"Nngh… o-okay fine I guess we can let it go just this- ooooh…" she noisily slurped on the tip of his cock until she made a loud pop, her lips snapping off his length.
"Hang on a second Baby, I'm gonna empty your balls." She declared frankly before inhaling his cock again, "Mmgh-mmgn-mgnh! MMngh!!"
"Oh-shit-oh-shit-ohSHIT…" he snarled, shaking as Vixen felt his hot load burst into the back of her throat, oozing down into her stomach as she gulped his load quickly and efficiently. Tongue spiralling around his dick and licking it clean as he shuddered. She slowly slipped him from her red-lipstick covered lips, and kissed the tip, letting him slip back into his pants… she smiled up at him and stood up. She didn't even need to fix her makeup.
"We good?" she smiled lazily.
"You make a… compelling argument. I guess it's fine." he cleared his throat as she patted his shoulder and easily shoved him aside of the door, walking out as if nothing had happen and passing Goon two with a wink.
"He says it's fine." she said crisply walking right inside. After getting in an noticing the very well dressed people she had a glance at some of the artwork on display. A splatter painting, a gruesome murderous looking one, a foot tall ivory sculpture of Supergirl called The Real Galatea… she didn't get it. But then she saw her ass…
Of in the far corner of the galleria she spotted a black dress wearing Yaya chatting animatedly with a few admiring critics and VIPs. Vixen smiled and quickly approached her, "Heey!" she cheered, putting a little pep in her jiggly step so EVERYONE present knew who's ass was in the photos. "Sorry. Security held me up… she gave Yaya a quick hug as the beautiful part-time Catwoman patted her big booty.
"Your breath smells like cum." She warned, a common occurrence with Superbabes. Vixen, taking it in stride procured an extra strength breath mint from her matching purse and popped it in.
"I told you. I got held up." Replied Vixen with a smile.
"Thanks for coming." Yaya added as a few admirers did further admiring the works of art AND the beautiful ladies. "If I'm going to be placed in the far corners of the Galleria Galaxy… wouldn't want to be alone."
Vixen laughed lightly, "I like that. Galleria Galaxy." She noted before getting back on track. "So you invited me…" she found a chair and sat her big backside down on it. "To stand around and look pretty, in this far off corner?"
Yaya joined her, sitting on the chair as the VIPS moved on. "Yep. I'd invite Jae-Hwa too." She then tapped a photo of Jae-Hwa's very sexy ass above her head. "But she was working."
Vixen just smiled and glanced through the various people walking about, "…Did you see Bruce Wayne yet?"
"Mmn-hmmn. And Mari McCabe…" she added pleasantly, "They haven't come over here yet. But I caught a passing glance…"
Vixen glanced at her own photos, then asked conversationally. "I guess when Bruce Wayne can get supermodels delivered to his mansion like pizzas he wouldn't need to look at my ass?" she teased as Yaya snorted with laughter. "…so what is this like the banished section?"
"I'm not famous enough, nor have I sold enough to get into a more lucrative posting." She replied frankly, as Vixen glanced at her surprised. "It's a fame thing." She added, "Not to mention the Gallery owner is a Snooooob~!" she teased softly as Vixen snorted again.
"Well go suck his dick." replied Vixen bluntly as Yaya snorted, trying not to burst out in laughter. "Jackie's right, a lot of problems can be solved with a good dick sucking, how do you think I got past security?"
"Stop you're going to get me in trouble!" smiled Yaya, keeping her voice low.
"You're the one who said he's a snob." Replied Vixen loudly as Yaya rolled her eyes.
"Yeah but he IS showing my stuff in his fancy art gallery." Yaya noted still smiling.
"It's my ass." Replied Vixen huffily, but stuck out her tongue at Yaya in a teasing manner. She then began reading the people walking around, "So is the owner here?"
"Oh yeah he's hob knobbing around." Yaya noted, stretching her neck to look. "Older guy, 60s, balding, stiff upper lip, hooked nose." Yaya crossed her legs elegantly, "…Personally I'd prefer the son he's grooming to take over…" she noted.
Vixen's ears were burning, "…Uh huh." She said, smiling wistfully, "…Do you know?"
"Oh, most certainly but it would be very immoral for an artist such as myself to inevitably charm and seduce the son of an art gallery owner being groomed to take over his father's business."
Vixen laughed, covering her mouth to try and conceal the infectious smile she was passing on to Yaya. "if you wanted me to bang the gallery owner's son you just have to ask."
"I don't want you too I'm just… putting it out there." Yaya replied, "I really did just want the company…"
"Well you dragged me away from my gaming for this I want to have SOME fun. I suppose there would be some benefit… is he at least good looking?"
"MMn. 6 out of 10. 5 if he's stressed out."
"Fine. Just my type." Smiled Vixen coyly. "Point him out to me-" but then a small crowd of VIPS started to approach. "When you can." She added as they both got up. Yaya did all the talking and she stood around looking pretty, both were perfect at it.
10 minutes of hob-knobbing and greetings, Yaya casually took Vixen aside, and pointed. "Look! Bruce Wayne!" she said excitedly, as Vixen chanced a glance at Gotham's most eligible bachelor standing with world famous fashion Model Mari McCabe who Yaya quiet happily pointed out as well. "And Mari McCabe"
Vixen whistled, eyeing the hunk of Gotham man. "Forget the gallery owners son, want me to try my luck with him? I might get him to by all your Photos. If he's dating Mari McCabe then he must have a thing for sexy black ass…" she teased as Yaya laughed again.
"Please. Bruce goes through models like candy you know that." Vixen shrugged, she was only playing around. "…But there's the gallery owner and his son. They're talking to him…" sure enough a man Yaya described early stood talking sycophantly with Bruce Wayne. Beside him was a much younger but nervous looking man, with dark hair and brown eyes… Give her a few minutes and he'd be eating out of the palm of her hand…
Among other things.
"Be back in awhile." Purred Vixen and off she went. Yaya just rolled her pretty eyes and went back to talking with the VIP viewers. Vixen made her way through the crowd, but not fast enough to actually speak to Bruce Wayne or Mari McCabe, who walked away as the Gallery owner turned to his son. Letting Vixen catch the last few words as they spoke hastily together.
"Just let Mr. Wayne and his lovely guest go wherever they like!" the younger man said desperately to his father who nodded. "I heard he's donated to half the galleries in Gotham!"
"Oh… very well! Allow Mr. Wayne to roam freely." Replied the owner. "I'm going to try again with Mrs. Franklefinch, Oliver. Try to relax…"
Oh… he needs to relax does he?
The owner walked away and she walked up, barely giving Oliver a moment to catch his breath, but sensing her he turned to give her his attention. "Can I-" he gazed at her up and down, thanking the gods for the sight. "…Help you?" Vixen's tongue, SLOWLY, slid over her lips.
"Hey Baby." She cooed as he cleared his throat, "Honestly I was just hoping to meet Bruce Wayne but you look like you need a breather." She said sweetly, absently adjusting his tie as he let her. "Mmmn…" she cooed, "…How you doing tonight Baby?" she asked in a silky tone. "You look like you need a lie down."
"I do?" he replied, somewhat awed, or maybe just confused.
"Mmn-hmmn." She nodded, pulling her hands away from his tie. "You do. Get your bearings, recover your senses… how about I join you? I could use a more private moment…" she then pointed to Yaya's corner. "You see, I was just over there with my friend… getting surrounded by all these people…" she crowned, "Admiring my backside." She added as Oliver suddenly recognized said backside. "And I feel a little flushed… why don't you and I find a nice, quiet place to relax for a moment?"
"Oh… I… we… could go to my office. It's cool in there."
"Well that just sounds lovely, Baby…" she cooed, caressing his arm as he led her along. "I just need a good… laying down." She teased subtly.
Oliver led her into a service entrance behind a hidden doorway concealed by a mount painting of a boat… go figure, but he walked her to a small 'cool' in temperature room. It contained a small desk, numerous file cabinets, and a couch… but it was barely bigger then a walk in closet.
"MMMn…" she moaned contentedly, stretching in the cool room as it bristled on her skin, she approached the couch, absently cupping her ass cheeks before sitting down on it. "MUCH better… nice and quiet, very relaxing."
"Well take your time and I'm just gonna-"
"Oliver…" she cooed calmly as he froze. "Can I ask you a question? Just between us, Baby… I promise I won't tell." Oliver blinked at her but he stepped away from his door after making sure it was sure.
"Suuure?" he said softly. "What?"
"Have you ever fucked a bitch?" she asked bluntly making Oliver suddenly… very confused.
"…What?!" he asked surprised, "…What? you mean have sex? Yes I have but that's hardly-"
"No. No Baby, not have sex, not make love, fucked a bitch." She repeated as he fidgeted, Vixen licked her lips seductively. "You see Baby, let me tell you… there's nothing more relieving then fucking a BITCH." She cooed, "Just going to town on a girl, being nasty, dirty, hardcore fucking you'd only see on the most hardcore of porn videos, have you ever done that? Baby?" she cooed invitingly, then leaned back, spreading her legs.
"I… no. I can't say that I have… I need to-"
"I won't lie to you Baby…" Vixen purred, "I'm burning up…" she writhed on the couch, "and when I get riled up I need a handsome horny man to come and take care of me." She laid in on thick… like her thighs, sliding her hand between them and up her dress. "And if that handsome horny man decides to convince his daddy to be nicer to my friend Yaya later…" she stood up, lifting her dress as it slipped easily off her big black ass… It was as if the dress no longer wanted to be won by such a mass off ass. "Then he'll get to fuck a bitch." She hissed seductively, slowly dancing in place.
Watching his crotch bulge as her body continued to gyrate invitingly… and she hadn't even started to twerk yet. "I'm… it's… It's a very tempting offer." He declared quickly, trying not to be tempted but clearly so. "But I'm needed on the floor-"
She dropped to her knees, moaning softly before falling forward onto her hands, gazing up at him on all fours as her big, beautiful black ass wobbled invitingly behind her… not a photo of it, in the glorious wobbling flesh. "What's that baby? You need me on the floor?" gazing up at him with a big smile on her beautiful features, before hissing softly. "You can fuck a bitch however you want…" Her words were soft, seductive and sensual, but her heard them clearly as if she shouted them through a megaphone.
Oliver's breathing increased, his pants throbbing agreeably as he suddenly yanked off his jacket, "I can give you a few minutes." He said quickly as Vixen shot upright and off the floor, stripping down quickly from her dress and standing only in her panties now.
"Don't sell yourself short, Baby!" she teased encouragingly, helping him with his tie, then his pants. "Haah…" forehead to forehead, her body rubbing up against him as he was soon in his boxers. "Want me to suck it Baby?" she growled sensually, rubbing her hands against his hard cock, valiantly standing erect despite his average size. His hands already squeezing her soft breasts as she gasped excitedly.
"Turn around bend over the desk." he growled frustratingly, "I want to see it!" he groaned as Vixen chuckled.
"Look, touch, FUCK Baby…" she turned, sashaying over to his desk before bending over it, lying on the smooth wood as she displayed her thick ass behind her, her muscles clenching as she made it bounce and twerk for his viewing pleasure. "Whatever you like. Fuck a Bitch."
Her cheeks softly clapping together in her underwear as he hooked his fingers in the rim, yanking it down slowly over her thick booty, then kneeling down to get a close look as he stripped her. "Your photos don't do it justice." He declared a Vixen wiggled her hips side to side, making her ass flesh bounce about.
"Real will beat a photo every time baby…" his hand suddenly clapped HARD on her right ass cheek, "MMn!" she bit her bottom lip as her ass rippled, "Again baby." CLAP! "Ah! Hard as you want-MMN!" she shuddered as his hand struck her left, then her right again standing up behind her as she began flexing her legs, bouncing her ass up and down as she bobbed on heels.
"Do you like that?" he asked, smacking her ass hard again as she felt his cock through his boxers, pressing against her dark wobbling meat.
"I'll like whatever you want me to Baby," she moaned happily, "Spank me, fuck my ass, pull my hair, fuck my face. Use the Bitch Baby," she began grinding her ass against his hips, feeling his cock between her ass as he groaned satisfyingly. "That's the fun." His hand slapped onto her left cheek, sinking firmly into her ass before it gripped it tightly. "MMMn!"
He grinded against her backside, pinning her thick legs firmly to the desk before falling forward onto her back. "Oh Baby…" she moaned, rolling her ass back against him as he rubbed his junk, through his boxers, between her ass cheeks. His hands hooked on her shoulders as he continued to dry hump her, but if that's what he wants then she's fine with it, continuing to flex her ass around his cock as he moaned into her shoulder.
"Don't leave to big of a mess now…" she giggled, "We're going to have to walk out of here eventually." She noted, feeling his cock practically vibrate between her ass cheeks as she reached around, tugging at his underwear as if to remind him he was still wearing it. If he wanted to make a mess in them that's his prerogative… she's had a few guys like that.
He seemed to finally get the point, besides he clearly wanted to feel that ass directly, feel it wrap tightly around his shaft like a hotdog on a bun. It was warm and snug, dat ass was by design a work of art, but it was honed in the fires of lust and depravity… bruised, abused, and pounded yet still came out intact and on top.
It was the best ass in Gotham.
She felt his cock ooze his pre-cum between her cheeks like lubricant, but it slid down lower, prodding briefly against her tightly puckered asshole, as if debating turning left on a route when he was going to go right… then he went right anyway, going lower to push his tip into her pussy. "Haa-aahhh…" she gasped audibly, as he abruptly pushed his cock into her the rest of the way.
Her ass rippled majestically, like someone threw a stone into a deep lake of water, Whap-Whap-Whap. His hips pulling out and back in abruptly, thrusting against her steadily like a man looking for release, not a guy looking to fuck a bitch. "Give it to me." She growled through clenched teeth, "Come on I'm a big girl make me work! For! It-ah that's it! YES!" he sped up, encouraged or perhaps just unleashing all that pent up stress. "Ahh! Aah AaH! MMmn! Baby…" she whined, thrusting back against his deep hard thrusts.
Her insides squeezing tightly around him, practically sucking him back into her. His hips were moving mechanically at this point, but they were getting harder, deeper… his hands grabbed her hips, standing upright he yanked her body back against his thrusts. "Hhaa-aahhhh…" she moaned loudly, letting her eyes roll up into her head as he drove into her. "Give. It. to…ME… ooh. OOoh! OOOOOOOOH!!" she howled loudly, vibrating on the table, her ass and legs shivering in orgasm as Oliver planted his hips against her body and just watched…
He never made a woman cum like that before… then again… Superbabes were experts. Real. Fake. When a Superbabe came she made a show of it and Oliver could only watch in aroused fascination as she performed. "FUCK!!" she howled, clawing the table, breathing heavily and smiling as she let it finish. "Oooooh." She rocked her body back against him, biting her bottom lip as she bounced her ass of his waist. "Come on baby, come on fuck a bitch." He started thrusting again, "Harder! Harder!" she moaned, "Harder Baby don't you stop! Don't you stop!"
She grabbed the other side of the desk, the echoing smack of his hips against her ass pushing her across it, shifting the desk as it slid back, "Ahh! Aah! Aah yeah! Fuck me! Oh! Ooh! OH!!"
"HAAGH! AAH!!" he grabbed her waist and pushed balls deep into her body, she shuddered and moaned loudly with him as his hot cum rushed inside her. He put his full weight against her, leaning even further forward over her body… feeling her ass twitch against him. "Oh my god."
"MMn-hmmn! That's right baby…" she felt him slowly extract from her pussy, stepping away from her as she kept her thick ass cheeks wiggling and bouncing about. She reached around to her ass, stretching her cheeks apart to show him the mess he made in her. Then let go, her colossal mass of ass wobbling back into position before she spanked it and pushed herself up. "Oooh… how'd that feel baby?" she turned around, sitting on the desk and crossing her legs as the corner bit into her thick ass.
"That felt great." He groaned excitedly, looking at her naked form as she spread her legs again, letting them hangover the desk as she rubbed herself.
"Mmn that sounds like a guy who wants to fuck a bitch, come on Baby." She purred, curling the finger of her other hand at him as he came back toward her, his cock rising up and rubbing the tip against her again. "I know my ass is something, but look me in the eyes when you fuck me…" He pushed into her as she rolled her eyes, "Oooh yeah!" she moaned, writhing before him as his hands reached around her waist, pulling her forward as he started thrusting into her. "Mmn-hmmn! MMn-hmnn!" she bit her bottom lip, gazing at him eagerly before opening her mouth and howling again, rolling her head back. "oooooh!! SHIT."
She leaned back, putting her hands on the desk for support as Oliver kept thrusting, "Haa-haah… licking at her bouncing breasts as she half-chuckled half-moaned.
"Ha-ha-aaah-aaah yeah… call me a nasty bitch."
"What?"
"Nasty bitch…" she hissed, rolling her hips against him, rubbing her ass on the desk. "Call me a nasty bitch and fuck me hard, Baby…" he buried his cock into her body as she shuddered, "Mmmmgnh!" then licked her lips seductively she abruptly flopped onto the desk, lying down before him and wriggling like bellydancer.
"You're a… nasty bitch." He said as she moaned loudly.
"Yeah baby I'm such a NASTY bitch!" she replied submissively, "Oooh fuck this nasty bitch hard baby!" he grabbed at her breasts, and thrust. "Oh!? OH! OH!" wildly slamming into her body, scrapping the desk across the floor again as her legs hooked behind his, "Ngh-aah! Aah yes! Deeper! Deeper Baby!" her body jerking and jumping on the desk as she slid back and forth, "Ah-ah-ahaa-haah! aAaah SHIT!" her legs wrapped around his waist, shuddering as she orgasmed and felt his load rush into her. "MMmngh!!"
Oliver breathed heavily, his hips were glued to her body as the world seemed to shake around them… he pulled out of her, "Fuck…" she sighed as he wobbled backward and sat on the couch, looking fairly relieved… haha. She rubbed herself, slowly, then slid off the desk onto her feet, pushing herself upright as she strutted toward him, he watched her shapely body approach him as she turned around and wiggled…
Shaking her ass quickly side to side she stood before him, swirling her lower body as it did all the work, gyrating and popping before she started lightly hopping in place… Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap. Like all dicks that watch Vixen's ass twerk it rose to attention, before it was promptly engulfed by her sitting on his lap with a dramatic dropping BOOM!
…Wait… was that her ass or was that an actual boom? Neither could tell.
"MMnn!" she moaned, gyrating on his lap as he groaned happily, going limp on the couch as she rubbed her ass against his junk… then wiggled him into position… his cock slipping easily into her ass. "Ooh yeah… MGh! Mn! Ah-ah-ah-aha!!" she squealed loudly, bouncing hard on his lap as he grabbed her waist and held on for dear life. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah fuck my ass!" he held tightly onto her waist, impaling her onto his lap over and over as her mouth hung open, jerking and bouncing around on him as she howled her pleasure. "haaaah!" she hefted herself up and down on him before abruptly leaning forward and putting her hands on the floor, thrusting her ass back on him before riding hard again.
"Hah-aah-aaah-aaaah! SHIIT…" she shuddered another orgasm before finding herself flung to the floor, lying prone beneath Oliver as he kept thrusting and pounding on top of her, sliding his body against her and pushing his cock up into her ass as she groaned. "Ooooh!"
He grabbed the back of her head, and railed on her. "Get-it Get-it get-it get-it baby!!"
"ARrrgh aah! OH GOD!!" he planted his hips against her ass feeling it mold against his wast as she clenched up, shaking in orgasm beneath him as he collapsed onto her body. "MMng-hmmn!" grinding hard against her, thrusting himself still pumping her full of his cum. Her body tensed, clenched, then went limp…
She released a breath she didn't think she was holding, shaking slightly as the last trickle of her climax wiggled down to her toes, her ass cheeks wobbling lightly against his hips as he flopped down on top of her. "Mmmn…" Her body shuddered again, another job well fucked, the weight of another on top of her knowing in sexual exhaustion.
A small part of her LOVED that feeling. The weight of someone to tired to move anymore still inside her… then he wasn't, popping out of her still jiggling ass cheeks as she raised her head and rested her chin on her hands, cooing softly as Oliver happily groaned.
"That was… amazing."
"Mmn. You're welcome baby. Maybe next time you'll fuck a bitch." She stated playfully as he groaned tiredly.
"Didn't I just do that?" he asked with a soft laugh, Vixen smiled at him whismiscally.
"No baby we fucked." She said, "If you were going to fuck a bitch you'd take the lead…" she wobbled her ass cheeks again, then pushed off the floor. "There's always next time. SPEAKING of next time…" she grabbed her dress from the floor, slipping it on. "When my girl Yaya wants to show off her work again why don't you get her a good spot?"
"Yaya Zhang?" he asked surprised, apparently trying to remember the name before he added. "Oh… well if that's the case, should I mention that she's already got a place in our gallery?"
"What do you mean?" she asked surprised, snapping on her strap and brushing down her dress, it seemed to groan as it was tugged over her well fucked booty as he tried to sit up, failed, then flopped back onto the floor. Content to recover naked where he was.
"There was already a generous donation made to our gallery once we opened this evening." He said, "A Cassandra Morrigan is apparently a fan of her work and gave us a very hefty check to allow her to continue displaying her work."
"Huh. No kidding." Vixen replied, seemingly unphased by this news. "So… she can just get a good spot now?"
"Well… honestly art galleries function on donations and sales, so if an artist brings in one of the other they get a far better locational display. That's just business. Next showing Ms. Zhang will get a more favorable spot."
"So I didn't have to have sex with you?" she noted as Oliver at least had the capacity to look sheepish.
"Sorry?" he replied nervously as Vixen just smiled and shrugged.
"Baby, relax I'm not mad. I've fucked guys for less…" she replied lazily as Oliver looked less then amused by that statement. "Well if that's the case we should head back…" she collected her things, but paused, smile as she then remembered her underwear that she caught on her toe and kicked it up into the air to snatch it. then dropped them onto Oliver's face. "There you go Baby, a souvenir." She teased, stepping over him and showing off her well fucked holes before she made her way to the door.
Time: 9:35 PM. Place: We haven't gone anywhere.
Once Vixen returned to the main gallery she noticed a distinctly larger amount of cops… and a large gaping hole in the wall by the front door… like right next to it. Why blow a hole in the wall if the entrance is right there?
A sentiment shared with a mournful gallery owner.
"WHY BLOW A HOLE IN THE WALL IF THE ENTRANCE IS RIGHT THERE!!!?" he mournfully declared as he was comforted by a female officer in uniform looking rather bemused by this herself.
"What did I miss?" Vixen blinked as she was suddenly hugged tackled by Yaya.
"TASHA! Oh. MY GOD." She stated excitedly, "You missed EVERYTHING! There was batman! And Vixen! The real one." she added quickly, "And there was CLAYFACE disguised as an Ivory statue of Supergirl! And then Gorilla Grodd showed up!"
"Did he bust through the wall?" Tasha asked cheekily as Yaya opened her mouth, and cringed slightly.
"Nooooo… that was Booster Gold." She noted nervously. "…The gallery owner is PISSED." She noted with a sigh, "Looks like I'm not displaying my stuff here again, sorry you banged someone for nothing."
"Oh, Yaya don't be…" Tasha touched up her make-up. "Turns out I didn't have to bang anyone someone gave a big donation in your name so you'd get a better spot next time."
"Really?" Yaya paused, then frowned. "…You don't think it was Orders do you?"
"No. It was someone named… Cassandra Morrigan?" she repeated, remembering the name as Yaya frowned, trying to remember.
"Never heard of her." she replied as she and Tasha walked themselves out.
"I know right? Besides it wouldn't be Orders, apparently this donation was a big one…" Tasha smiled, walking out the front door and passing a certain Alan Smulders, who didn't notice them. "You know how she gets when I comes to money and charity."
"I do." Yaya nodded understandingly. "We ALL do." They had a moment of ominous silence. "SO. The gallery event is shut down on account of Supervillian attack. Want to get a bit to eat?"
"How about you drive me back to my place and I'll make us a frozen pizza…" Tasha replied, "…Or we pull a Veronica and order it. You can pay…" Yaya shrugged.
"In this dress? We probably won't have to." she said confidently as she and Tasha walked back to her car. Both of them getting in as she added, "Oh you're suggesting I blow him?" she said jokingly as Tasha smiled, licking her lips.
"…A lot of problems can be solved with the proper application of blowjobs." Tasha teased as Yaya rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah? Clayface and Gorilla Grodd." She said frankly as Tasha shrugged.
"…Yeah. Alright fine you got me there… I'm not Veronica, I wouldn't put either of them in my mouth." She replied as Yaya burst out laughing and drove her home.
End