Batwoman meets Catwoman Part One
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"Hello." My voice cracks as I say it.
Immediately Matt picks up on my nerves. "Hey, boy. It's your man. Nothing's wrong. I had to drive down your way for work and thought I'd come over and surprise you."
My nerves change to excitement. "Great! What time should I expect you?"
"Now."
I am confused. I start to ask.
He interrupts, "I drove over after my errand. I'm just around the corner. Two minutes, max." He hangs up.
"My day just got a whole lot better," I think as I rush to straighten things up a bit, so we're not having to play amidst the papers from work. I hear his car in the drive; he wasn't k**ding about being close by. I run down the stairs in time to see him get out of his car.
I am again taken aback by how sexy he is. My breath catches in my throat. I open the door. Matt says hi and smirks, reading my obvious excitement. His smirk is an adorable half-smile that makes his eyes twinkle and his sexiness go through the roof.
He walks through the open door and turns to shut it. I cannot wait any longer and need to kiss him right away. I step closer and lean in; he puts his hand on my chest, holding me back, and says firmly, "Down, boy."
I must look like he slapped me. He smirks. I start to say something and he puts his index finger over my lips and makes a shushing sound. I start to protest and Matt presses a little more firmly. I pull back from his finger and then try for a kiss again, my ache is palpable.
Matt pushes me back again. "I said, 'Down, boy!'" The sound of his voice has a sharp edge. He looks at me, raising his eyebrows, mocking my surprise and confusion. Another smirk; his eyes are twinkling.
Matt leans in very close to me, his lips right next to my ear, and he says in a very low growly voice, "I'm here to make my final claim, boy. You ready? Cuz you're going to eat my load today."
I grab him and pull him close, and again try to kiss him, to show my assent. But Matt's hands grab my upper arms. He holds me tight, and with his lips near my ear, louder now he says, "I said, 'Down, boy!' and I meant it. Now take of your fucking clothes and get down on the floor." He squeezes my arms hard, and then pushes me back from him.
Matt takes me by the shoulders, turns me around and walks me into the living room. I feel a sharp slap on my ass. "Now, boy!"
He stands there, staring at me, and I strip off my clothes. I start making it a little tease, and he says sharply, "Make it quick, boy. I don't have all day."
I strip fast and stand completely naked in front of him, feeling bare and vulnerable. He still has his clothes on.
"Now, down, boy," he repeats.
I look confused because I've not tried to kiss him again, even though the need is almost blinding now.
"Down, on your hands and knees, boy. I want to see you crawl up the stairs. I want to admire that pretty little ass before you take care of me. Cuz you know, you're going to eat my load, boy. Claiming you as mine, boy. My boy. My white cocksucker. My good cocksucking boy."
I get down on the floor and start to crawl. Matt steps right behind me and bends down and gives my ass a sharp slap. I yelp, and I wonder briefly if the neighbors can see us; and that thought turns me on. I already feel precum wetness on the tip of my cock. I start crawling and hope that I'm not leaving a trail of dick drool on the hardwood floor.
"Fuck yeah, look at that little white ass, crawling on the floor, my boy, for his man. My hole. That's my hole. Fuck yeah, your bubble butt looks so good pushed up in the air like that." Matt keeps up a string of verbal commentary as I crawl up the stairs. As soon as I get far enough up the stairs to be at his level, he leans in and puts his face right in my ass crack and gives it a big wet lick. I groan and stop crawling and try to push back against his mouth. Matt slaps my ass, hard this time, and tell me to keep going.
When I get upstairs, he say, "Don't stand up, boy. You stay down there, cuz I'm going to feed you what you need." My big black cock.
I groan as Matt starts to strip off his clothes. Part of my groan is that I haven't been able to touch him at all and the need is burning inside me to feel him against me, to kiss him, to please us both pressing our bodies together.
But Matt obviously has other plans. As he pulls off his pants, I see his hard black dick spring out and up. He's ready for this.
His naked body is in front of me and I drink it in with my eyes. I love his hairy legs, his tight ass, his muscles, his stocky strong torso, his strong hands and arms. I make it up to his face and can read the need in his eyes. They aren't twinkling and laughing anymore; now they are dark and hungry.
Matt steps closer and asks, "Ready, boy?"
I nod, looking up into his face.
"Take it. Suck it. Taste your man."
I lean forward a little bit and reach up with my hand to guide his dick toward me. He smacks my hand away.
"No hands, boy. And don't touch your little white dick either. I want you all needy and achy hanging off the end of my black dick, you fucking cocksucker."
I move my mouth to the end of his dick. I will tease it just a little, maybe tap under the head with my tongue like he likes, and then slowly slide my wet warm lips over the head and down the shaft. Well, at least that's my plan. I start slow and he grabs the back of my head with his hands and slides his dick in as far as it will go.
I am caught off guard and gag and choke a bit. I try to pull back and he cuffs me on the side of the head.
"Suck my black cock, boy. Suck your man's cock. Make him feel good."
Matt has never been this growly and commanding before and it is getting to me. It's making me harder and hornier. I whimper and inhale his dick as much as I can. I try to relax my throat. He moans. I must be doing it right.
The pressure from his hands on the back of my head is less so I pull back at least to catch my breath and try to relax to take more of him inside me. My own cock is hard and dripping and I want to touch myself while I do this but I remember what he commanded, and I don't.
He reaches down and grabs my right nipple with his hand. He squeezes it, hard. I groan with his dick in my mouth. Matt's working my nipple just like he knows I like. The sensations make me want even more of him inside me. Without letting go, he bends and takes my left nipple in his other hand. The way he's bending pulls his dick almost out of my mouth.
I groan at the double sharp sensation of what he is doing to my tits, and moan at the loss of his dick from my mouth. He lets go and pushes his cock back into my mouth.
Matt starts with a string of commentary again, "Fuck yeah, boy. That's good. That's my good boy. Suck your man's dick. Make your man happy. I'm going to feed my hungry boy. Is that what you want? You want me to feed my boy? That's what I'm going to do. Feed my hungry cocksucker boy."
I can tell he's zoning already, fucking my mouth as I work to take him in with every thrust. I want more than anything to be his good boy and to make him happy. My dick is hard and dripping a constant stream of precum. I need to touch it so badly, but I don't. I can feel it throbbing in time with his thrusts into my mouth.
Every time he pulls his dick out, I exhale; then inhale on the thrust forward. Inhaling seems to help me get more of his cock in my throat, and also delivers a heady dose of his musky scent. I wish I could keep that smell for the times when we're apart. It drives me wild. I look up to see how I'm doing when he pulls back once, and I can see that he's really enjoying this.
All of my senses are filled with Matt. I can see the treasure trail of hair from his navel to his neatly trimmed pubic hair. I can smell him. My mouth is full of his taste. My ears are filled with his constant dirty talk and the sounds of my slurping and breathing. I can feel his cock in my mouth, hot and velvety. I can feel the head press against the back of my throat. I can feel the shaft with its veins, sliding over my tongue.
I feel his cock grow just a bit and his balls pull up and his breathing changes.
"Boy! I'm going to shoot, boy. You ready to eat my load?"
I groan my assent. That was fast. I must be doing a good job, and he was obviously horned up. I've seen him cum, how many times now? It's never enough. But I know from experience what is going to happen and so I reach around and grab onto his ass to hang on. If I'm going to take Matt's load, I have to be ready for the wild ride.
But, I don't want his cock head to be all the way back in my throat because I want to feel the cum as it shoots out into me. I want to taste his jizz. So I pull back just a bit and lay the entire length of my tongue down the bottom of his shaft just as the first huge pulse shoots out.
Matt almost screams as it happens. "Unngh. Unngh. Oh, fuck. Unngh. Ah. Fuck. Yeah, yeah, yeah."
A string of incoherent a****l sounds flies from his mouth as the waves of pleasure crash over him and take him away. I hang on for dear life, and I feel every one of those waves in my mouth. I know that even though he is away, lost somewhere in a universe of pleasure; he is also very much right here, right here with me, in me, becoming me. I've done this to him. He is mine.
I swallow and there is more. I swallow again. There is still more. I swallow again, but a bit drips down my chin.
I hold his cock in my mouth, caressing it with my lips and tongue. As the spasms subside, I move his dick deeper again into my mouth and continue to milk it gently. Intense feelings of pleasure wash over him. I know he is feeling really good right now, and it's my doing. That gives me satisfaction even as my hard dick throbs between my legs, ignored.
Matt slowly pulls his black dick from my mouth. Then he leans down and put his hands under my arms and lifts gently, an indication for me to stand up. I do.
He looks into my eyes and then sees the drip on my chin.
"You missed a bit here," and he scoops it up with his index finger and puts it in my mouth. I suck his finger and he groans. He pops his finger out of my mouth. "Now you're my good boy. My good cocksucking boy. And I'm your man."
I smile and nod. My dick is against his thigh and makes a wet streak of precum.
Matt says, "Now, I have to go." He bends over and picks up his clothes to start putting them on. I think I whimper or moan or something. He looks at me and smirks. I am so fucking horny I don't know what I just did. I cannot believe that he's leaving.
He says, "I see you have a big problem there." He motions toward my dick and smirks again. "No touching that until email you instructions."
"What?" I ask, unable to stand even the idea of it.
"You heard what I said, boy. No touching that until I tell you what you can do.
Immediately Matt picks up on my nerves. "Hey, boy. It's your man. Nothing's wrong. I had to drive down your way for work and thought I'd come over and surprise you."
My nerves change to excitement. "Great! What time should I expect you?"
"Now."
I am confused. I start to ask.
He interrupts, "I drove over after my errand. I'm just around the corner. Two minutes, max." He hangs up.
"My day just got a whole lot better," I think as I rush to straighten things up a bit, so we're not having to play amidst the papers from work. I hear his car in the drive; he wasn't k**ding about being close by. I run down the stairs in time to see him get out of his car.
I am again taken aback by how sexy he is. My breath catches in my throat. I open the door. Matt says hi and smirks, reading my obvious excitement. His smirk is an adorable half-smile that makes his eyes twinkle and his sexiness go through the roof.
He walks through the open door and turns to shut it. I cannot wait any longer and need to kiss him right away. I step closer and lean in; he puts his hand on my chest, holding me back, and says firmly, "Down, boy."
I must look like he slapped me. He smirks. I start to say something and he puts his index finger over my lips and makes a shushing sound. I start to protest and Matt presses a little more firmly. I pull back from his finger and then try for a kiss again, my ache is palpable.
Matt pushes me back again. "I said, 'Down, boy!'" The sound of his voice has a sharp edge. He looks at me, raising his eyebrows, mocking my surprise and confusion. Another smirk; his eyes are twinkling.
Matt leans in very close to me, his lips right next to my ear, and he says in a very low growly voice, "I'm here to make my final claim, boy. You ready? Cuz you're going to eat my load today."
I grab him and pull him close, and again try to kiss him, to show my assent. But Matt's hands grab my upper arms. He holds me tight, and with his lips near my ear, louder now he says, "I said, 'Down, boy!' and I meant it. Now take of your fucking clothes and get down on the floor." He squeezes my arms hard, and then pushes me back from him.
Matt takes me by the shoulders, turns me around and walks me into the living room. I feel a sharp slap on my ass. "Now, boy!"
He stands there, staring at me, and I strip off my clothes. I start making it a little tease, and he says sharply, "Make it quick, boy. I don't have all day."
I strip fast and stand completely naked in front of him, feeling bare and vulnerable. He still has his clothes on.
"Now, down, boy," he repeats.
I look confused because I've not tried to kiss him again, even though the need is almost blinding now.
"Down, on your hands and knees, boy. I want to see you crawl up the stairs. I want to admire that pretty little ass before you take care of me. Cuz you know, you're going to eat my load, boy. Claiming you as mine, boy. My boy. My white cocksucker. My good cocksucking boy."
I get down on the floor and start to crawl. Matt steps right behind me and bends down and gives my ass a sharp slap. I yelp, and I wonder briefly if the neighbors can see us; and that thought turns me on. I already feel precum wetness on the tip of my cock. I start crawling and hope that I'm not leaving a trail of dick drool on the hardwood floor.
"Fuck yeah, look at that little white ass, crawling on the floor, my boy, for his man. My hole. That's my hole. Fuck yeah, your bubble butt looks so good pushed up in the air like that." Matt keeps up a string of verbal commentary as I crawl up the stairs. As soon as I get far enough up the stairs to be at his level, he leans in and puts his face right in my ass crack and gives it a big wet lick. I groan and stop crawling and try to push back against his mouth. Matt slaps my ass, hard this time, and tell me to keep going.
When I get upstairs, he say, "Don't stand up, boy. You stay down there, cuz I'm going to feed you what you need." My big black cock.
I groan as Matt starts to strip off his clothes. Part of my groan is that I haven't been able to touch him at all and the need is burning inside me to feel him against me, to kiss him, to please us both pressing our bodies together.
But Matt obviously has other plans. As he pulls off his pants, I see his hard black dick spring out and up. He's ready for this.
His naked body is in front of me and I drink it in with my eyes. I love his hairy legs, his tight ass, his muscles, his stocky strong torso, his strong hands and arms. I make it up to his face and can read the need in his eyes. They aren't twinkling and laughing anymore; now they are dark and hungry.
Matt steps closer and asks, "Ready, boy?"
I nod, looking up into his face.
"Take it. Suck it. Taste your man."
I lean forward a little bit and reach up with my hand to guide his dick toward me. He smacks my hand away.
"No hands, boy. And don't touch your little white dick either. I want you all needy and achy hanging off the end of my black dick, you fucking cocksucker."
I move my mouth to the end of his dick. I will tease it just a little, maybe tap under the head with my tongue like he likes, and then slowly slide my wet warm lips over the head and down the shaft. Well, at least that's my plan. I start slow and he grabs the back of my head with his hands and slides his dick in as far as it will go.
I am caught off guard and gag and choke a bit. I try to pull back and he cuffs me on the side of the head.
"Suck my black cock, boy. Suck your man's cock. Make him feel good."
Matt has never been this growly and commanding before and it is getting to me. It's making me harder and hornier. I whimper and inhale his dick as much as I can. I try to relax my throat. He moans. I must be doing it right.
The pressure from his hands on the back of my head is less so I pull back at least to catch my breath and try to relax to take more of him inside me. My own cock is hard and dripping and I want to touch myself while I do this but I remember what he commanded, and I don't.
He reaches down and grabs my right nipple with his hand. He squeezes it, hard. I groan with his dick in my mouth. Matt's working my nipple just like he knows I like. The sensations make me want even more of him inside me. Without letting go, he bends and takes my left nipple in his other hand. The way he's bending pulls his dick almost out of my mouth.
I groan at the double sharp sensation of what he is doing to my tits, and moan at the loss of his dick from my mouth. He lets go and pushes his cock back into my mouth.
Matt starts with a string of commentary again, "Fuck yeah, boy. That's good. That's my good boy. Suck your man's dick. Make your man happy. I'm going to feed my hungry boy. Is that what you want? You want me to feed my boy? That's what I'm going to do. Feed my hungry cocksucker boy."
I can tell he's zoning already, fucking my mouth as I work to take him in with every thrust. I want more than anything to be his good boy and to make him happy. My dick is hard and dripping a constant stream of precum. I need to touch it so badly, but I don't. I can feel it throbbing in time with his thrusts into my mouth.
Every time he pulls his dick out, I exhale; then inhale on the thrust forward. Inhaling seems to help me get more of his cock in my throat, and also delivers a heady dose of his musky scent. I wish I could keep that smell for the times when we're apart. It drives me wild. I look up to see how I'm doing when he pulls back once, and I can see that he's really enjoying this.
All of my senses are filled with Matt. I can see the treasure trail of hair from his navel to his neatly trimmed pubic hair. I can smell him. My mouth is full of his taste. My ears are filled with his constant dirty talk and the sounds of my slurping and breathing. I can feel his cock in my mouth, hot and velvety. I can feel the head press against the back of my throat. I can feel the shaft with its veins, sliding over my tongue.
I feel his cock grow just a bit and his balls pull up and his breathing changes.
"Boy! I'm going to shoot, boy. You ready to eat my load?"
I groan my assent. That was fast. I must be doing a good job, and he was obviously horned up. I've seen him cum, how many times now? It's never enough. But I know from experience what is going to happen and so I reach around and grab onto his ass to hang on. If I'm going to take Matt's load, I have to be ready for the wild ride.
But, I don't want his cock head to be all the way back in my throat because I want to feel the cum as it shoots out into me. I want to taste his jizz. So I pull back just a bit and lay the entire length of my tongue down the bottom of his shaft just as the first huge pulse shoots out.
Matt almost screams as it happens. "Unngh. Unngh. Oh, fuck. Unngh. Ah. Fuck. Yeah, yeah, yeah."
A string of incoherent a****l sounds flies from his mouth as the waves of pleasure crash over him and take him away. I hang on for dear life, and I feel every one of those waves in my mouth. I know that even though he is away, lost somewhere in a universe of pleasure; he is also very much right here, right here with me, in me, becoming me. I've done this to him. He is mine.
I swallow and there is more. I swallow again. There is still more. I swallow again, but a bit drips down my chin.
I hold his cock in my mouth, caressing it with my lips and tongue. As the spasms subside, I move his dick deeper again into my mouth and continue to milk it gently. Intense feelings of pleasure wash over him. I know he is feeling really good right now, and it's my doing. That gives me satisfaction even as my hard dick throbs between my legs, ignored.
Matt slowly pulls his black dick from my mouth. Then he leans down and put his hands under my arms and lifts gently, an indication for me to stand up. I do.
He looks into my eyes and then sees the drip on my chin.
"You missed a bit here," and he scoops it up with his index finger and puts it in my mouth. I suck his finger and he groans. He pops his finger out of my mouth. "Now you're my good boy. My good cocksucking boy. And I'm your man."
I smile and nod. My dick is against his thigh and makes a wet streak of precum.
Matt says, "Now, I have to go." He bends over and picks up his clothes to start putting them on. I think I whimper or moan or something. He looks at me and smirks. I am so fucking horny I don't know what I just did. I cannot believe that he's leaving.
He says, "I see you have a big problem there." He motions toward my dick and smirks again. "No touching that until email you instructions."
"What?" I ask, unable to stand even the idea of it.
"You heard what I said, boy. No touching that until I tell you what you can do.
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