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The Penguin and the Pussycat	By : sexdottxt Category: +A through F > Batman: Arkham City Views: 1507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Penguin Meat
- 2-Penguin Cum
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Penguin had been sitting high and mighty in his lair. Despite being nothing more than a criminal amongst criminals, hardly a rarity in Arkham, it pleased him to no end knowing that he had more luxury and power than most people could dream of. It was currently one of his greatest pleasures in life.

After his family had been ruined by the Wayne dynasty, he took no small amount of satisfaction in making a new name and station for himself. Fine wine, good food, he lived the high life even in a squalid and sordid place like Arkham Asylum. And now he had plans to find something even better than being a criminal kingpin who the biggest and toughest of thugs would willingly bow down to.

Selina Kyle, the one and only Catwoman, was before him for an assignment. That catsuit of hers which hugged her sexy body and exposed so much of her ample bustline was for fashion as well as function. It allowed for excellent manuverability to perform so many tricks which served her well on jobs of infiltration and sabotage. And her sleek and alluring form proved to be quite the distraction for any and all foes she encountered in her path. Save the infamous Dark Knight whose terrifying presence and physical prowess were undaunted in Gotham.

“So Ozzy, what can I do for you?” she said. “You must be really serious about whatever this is if you're hiring this cat burglar.”

“Yes, it is quite the task I'm asking you to do,” he said, ignoring her using that patronizing pet name. He wouldn't have taken it from anyone else, but to entertain a woman of her quality, it was was worth putting up with. Especially with what he had planned. “I'll make it quite worth your while too. Enough for you to keep your paws off it and bring it back to me.”

“Well then, make like a parrot and start quacking.”

“Break into the Gotham Merchant's Bank.”

“And who's to say I won't make off with it? You must have something quite interesting in mind to keep me from making off with all of it like a bakeneko.”

The Penguin laughed. “A woman of culture. I like that! And for now, what you need to know is that you'll be robbing Black Mask. Surely I don't think he'd appreciate you keeping all his cash to yourself.”

“I'm going to be robbing him? No matter what, I'm going to have his eyes on my back right after.”

“You're a professional thief. For you, it's a job. Nothing personal, right?” He grinned. “Who knows, he might hire you to steal it right back from under me!”

“Keeping it like an egg under your feet, huh Ozzy? Yeah, you do make a good point.”

“As for your reward...” He snapped his fingers and one of his henchmen brought out a suitcase. The Penguin opened it and breathed in heavily. “Nothing quite like the crisp smell of cash to whet your appetite, huh?”

“In my line of work, I've made good money doing all kinds of things and have always come out on top. Just ask the Batman. But seeing something like that is quite the fancy feast.”

“I'm glad you agree! You'll get half of your payment right now.”

“You must be quite trusting, Ozzy.”

“Oh yes, yes I am. Because if you don't rob Black Mask right now, I'll tell Joker that I heard from a little bird that you have a job to rob the Gotham Merchant's Bank. Both of them have their dough stashed at the Gotham Merchant's Bank, and they might even form a temporary alliance. And then you'll just be another cat that got ran over. I thought you'd be smarter than to cross those two.”

“It's not nice to step on a kitty's tail Ozzy. But then again, nice is rather boring.”

“Then, let us have a toast! A blood seal to bind our contract!” He popped the cork off a bottle of champagne and poured it into two glasses before he offered one to her.

“You better not stab me in the back when I'm through with this job,” she said, taking it. “We cats have a reputation as particularly vicious hunters.”

“Of course not. Honor amongst thieves, eh?” As they both downed their drinks, he had to fight the urge to cackle out loud. He had anonymously hired Catwoman to steal a flower containing Poison Ivy's potent pheromones on a job sometime ago. And now he had spiked her drink with that same marvelous concoction.

He knew the effects of Ivy's power on men, but he had yet to test it on a woman. Someone like Catwoman would make the perfect test subject. A career criminal of her talent ready to serve his beck and call free of charge would even out the odds in the underworld and make him a king. If she happened to fall in love with him too, all the better.

“This is quite strong stuff you got Ozzy,” she said.

“To think the Catwoman is getting a little tipsy right now. But after I've paid you, you'll be rolling in enough dough to buy out enough vintage wine to shame the Wayne household! Your personal little catnip!” He smiled and laughed, and even she chuckled a bit at that joke.

“Though I never was good at holding my liquor. Let me catch a spell so I can sharpen my claws in the meantime.”

“Of course. Cats do sleep quite a lot, don't they? Allow me to escort you to my private safe room.” He rose, and took her hand. She was a little surprised herself when she returned his grasp a little too willingly. He felt it too, and smiled to himself. Together they rose, walking side by side like they were good friends. His minions smirked to themselves a bit seeing it too. He kept them in the dark about what he did with the drink, he knew the buffoons wouldn't be able to keep their mouths shut if he flapped, and then there was always the possibility a rival had put spies in his ranks. The only thing they needed to know was that their boss was a regular ladykiller.

As he walked her down the corridor to his private room, he wasn't disappointed to feel her reach her arm closer onto his shoulder and around his neck like they were more than just a client and employer relationship. He knew the drink wasn't that strong. So Ivy wasn't the only one who could wield her power upon others.

For Catwoman, she was starting to feel stranger than usual, too. Ever since she downed that drink, her whole body was starting to feel hot. It would have been bad enough on it's own, but under the catsuit, it was absolutely unbearable. All she could think about was stripping out of it, but it was so unlike her to do so.

When he got her there, he shut the door behind them. His bed was close enough that she was easily able to get herself there with no trouble. But when she went to sit down, she felt a strange regret in leaving his side.

As she beheld him, the heat in her body became stronger than ever. It was concentrated in her tits and pussy, and she realized just how horny she was. He noticed it too, seeing a faint sheen of sweat on her exposed bustline and could tell by how her breasts were heaving that her breathing had become quicker.

“You must be feeling a touch lightheaded,” he said. “Do you need anything?”

“I never thought you would be the gentleman type Ozzy,” she said. “Being so accommodating isn't the usual style for our type is it?”

“Let's just say that I want to give you a good scratching pad to sharpen your claws on.”

“You know, you took quite a risk hiring me. In the wild, cats hunt birds for fun.”

“And are penguins any different?”

“Oh they are quite different,” she said, standing up and approaching him. She grabbed him by the collar of his outfit and licked her lips. “Not quite fowl, not quite raptors either. No, I think I want to see what happens when this little kitty cat gets her teeth into a penguin.”

He gulped. Despite things going according to plan, she was being far more predatory than he anticipated. “Y-you don't say...”

She started pushing up against him until he was right up against the wall. It was a rare time he let himself look this helpless before anyone. Even when the Batman delivered a beating to him, he was defiant to the end. But now he didn't quite know how to react with this sultry woman coming onto him so hard.

She bared her teeth in a feral grin and pulled him into a long and wet kiss. His breath was foul from smoking cigars all the time, but she was so horny that she didn't care. Her tongue invaded his mouth and eagerly licked all over his oral chamber. He kissed back as best he could, but her tongue pushed back hard onto his as she moaned deeply with pleasure.

She started rubbing her thigh up against his crotch, and with her being a good deal taller than him it was quite easy for her to do so. His dick was already standing to attention both from being around such a beauty as well as her amorous advances, but it was so much worse feeling her deliberately massaging his boner. More than her now, he wanted to get to the real thing, but with her on top of him like this, he couldn't exactly tell her to stop and get to the point. And he was enjoying this aggressive foreplay on her part.

He gasped when her tongue left his mouth, only for her to start nibbling on his lower lip. She grazed the inner membrane of his mouth using her upper row of teeth, while she was sucking on the bottom of it with the suction of her wet mouth. All the while she was still pinning him up against the wall and grinding her thigh into the hardness in his crotch.

When she stopped, he stared at her dumbstruck. She was looking down at him with a cold and unnerving gaze in her eyes, still holding him by his collar and no longer rubbing herself against his erect penis. He was about to say something when she turned him around and started pushing him towards his bed. He felt like he was going to trip on his feet more than a few times, that's how strong and aggressive she was being, before she shoved him onto the mattress.

He looked up at her. She was already a good deal taller than him, but after she so roughly threw him down, he looked downright tiny right now. Not helping things was the predatory glare in her eyes as she advanced towards him.

“I must say, that part of the penguin didn't taste as good as I had hoped. But I did like it all the same.” He smiled hearing that, and slowly nodded in approval, eager to see where this night would lead. “I think I should get a bite of the good meat.” Catwoman grabbed onto the lump in his pants and he growled a chuckle at that. She was stroking it really hard too. She had an idea it was bigger than she imagined when she was making out with him earlier, but feeling it directly in her hands, now she knew that despite his small stature, he really was well equipped down there.

He threw his head back in glee when he felt her unzip his fly. Her gloved fingers teased his bare dick, barely protected from her touches in his underwear before she pulled down the last remaining piece of fabric. His penis sprang out and she coquettishly sighed a bit at it, putting her hands over her mouth and squealed loudly, like some escort eager to give a good impression for whatever wealthy patron hired her. Yet her reaction wasn't feigned in the least, she was genuinely impressed at the sight of it. She knew it was thicker than one would expect from a man of his size, but it was also longer too.

“Say Ozzy, when it comes to paying your people, did anyone ever call you a cheapskate?”

“N-no...” he said, skittish on what was going to happen next. Nobody would ever be that stupid to do so to his face and the only people that could were either do-gooders like the Batman or fellow crime lords like Joker and Mr. Freeze. But despite her being in his employ, he was starting to want to let it slide for a woman like this one. “Why would you ever say that?”

“Because you should have known what matters to a girl like me. You were skimping out when it comes to hiring me, you know?” Catwoman licked her lips seductively before she grabbed his penis with her gloved hands and started stroking it. He couldn't hold in the grunt that escaped him. She planned on having this dick in so many more ways by the time she was through with him, but what was really getting her going right now wasn't the thought of sex as opposed to how easy it was to dominate him. It wouldn't have mattered if he had all the strength and force of Bane or the Killer Croc, holding him like she was now meant he was completely at her mercy.

She knew it too. In the criminal underworld, someone like Penguin still stood out even with all the prestige his name and rank brought him. The sight of him squirming and wriggling around as he was right now was bringing out her bossy side. Ivy's pheromones had already made her horny and wet for the diminutive crook ever since she took that first sip of the laced drink, but now that she was controlling him like she was now, it filled her with a perverse and sadistic glee.

Not that Penguin minded in the slightest. The sensations of her gloves was great for him too. As she continued jacking him off, he lay on his back and contented himself on how good it all felt. He wasn't in a rush at all, the pace of her hands was perfect and he was confident in the direction this little experiment was heading. Her downward motions were fast, but when she went up, she slowed it down a bit. And when her hand was right by his cock head, she would rub over the opening with her thumb for several amazing seconds before she brought her hand down back to his swollen ball sack almost instantly. His power and prestige had allowed him luxuries far outside what a man of his appearance would normally be ever granted, yet even compared to the pleasures of the flesh he had tasted, Catwoman's angelic touch was something else.

She spotted the first bit of precum out of his dick. Determined not to let it go to waste, she gave a long and wet lick on the underside of his shaft, before she took the head wholly in her mouth and started sucking on it. It was so big and hot in her mouth that she closed her eyes and moaned deeply. Her wet tongue lapped up the precum and licked all over the head before she had to take it out of her mouth and sighed lovingly at the experience, as if she had just sucked a rather delicious grape.

Moving her head back to his shaft, she started sucking on it small at first. It was almost like she was kissing it, that's how small her lip movements were. Just like when she had been stroking him earlier, she wanted to take it slow and build him up before she broke him down completely. It was the perfect tease for a man like him, sensual enough to keep him randy, and small enough to drive him insane. Especially after she had so lovingly devoted herself to his cock head, she knew he wanted so much more.

She felt him shaking now. Wanting to make it so much worse for him, she opened her mouth and latched her lips onto the meaty shaft. She closed her eyes and chuckled to herself as she sucked on the prick using her wet lips and licked all over it with her tongue. She felt Penguin's penis swelling up from his pent up desire and his own horniness for her, knowing her technique was spurring him onto a nut.

Intending to finish him off now, she took the head back in her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down the shaft. She fondled his swollen testicles with her gloved hands while she fellated him, picking up speed each time she went up and down his dick. His masculine taste in her mouth and knowing he was about to cum pleased her to no end. On his side, Penguin had started crying out like a weak and defenseless little bird, the only thing he could feel was his body jerking this way and that in a state of near paralysis as well as the almost sublime pleasure in his genitals from her touch.

She bit into his prick just a little as she went down on him almost near to the base of the shaft. That pushed him to his breaking point and his cock tensed up in her mouth, shooting his first load of semen down her throat. His hot and sticky semen hit the roof of her mouth before there was another round gushing onto her tongue. She worked to swallow all of the jizz he shot inside of her oral chamber. While she worked to get it all down her throat, she was still inadvertently sucking him off, brushing her lips and tongue on his shaft and head. The ecstasy Penguin felt in those moments was unreal and he simply sighed as she continued stimulating him.

When she was finished, she took the penis out of her mouth. There was no trail of cum between her lips and his dick, she had done such a good job of cleaning him up. And despite just nutting, it was still erect. Not as erect as before, but a night with a woman like this one would fix that shortly. She rose and look down at the powerless Penguin.

“You might want to look up Ozzy. I have a surprise for you.”

He did look up at her. She reached to the zipper on the front of her catsuit. The first sounds of the leather coming undone as the zipper slowly went down was almost electric in the otherwise muted bedroom. For her, it was the pleasure of dominating him further, and for him, it was the joy of finally seeing this criminal for hire naked before him for the first time. Poison Ivy was a beauty to be sure and had beguiled many a man and woman with her wanton sexuality, but with how so many wanted to fall under her spell and do her bidding, it was easy to submit to her and be happy even if they were blue balled all the while. But what made so many people desire Catwoman was knowing that she served no one and gave herself only to those she chose, an elusive predator in the night. And now that same vixen was willingly stripping for him.

Her blowjob had left him reeling mind and body, but when he saw her tits slowly becoming exposed before him, ironically enough his craving for her was for him to regain his attention and composure. So much of her chest was already revealed in her sexy catsuit, it didn't take long for her breasts to pop out as she undid the bustline. For a woman of her fine musculature and athleticism, her bosom was bigger than one would have expected. Nor did he mind that her nipples were hard and erect with desire, killing any doubt in his mind that she was putting on an act, now fully confident this night would lead to so many things. Many men who were better than someone of Penguin's station and character could ever dream of becoming would have given up everything they had to be in his position right now.

As the zipper slid down, his attention panned to her beautiful flat stomach. Her abs were chiseled as would be expected from a woman of her experience, sharp enough to cut diamonds. While the Penguin was staring her down though, what was truly a feast for the eyes were how quick and rampant her breaths were. Her luscious breasts heaving in and out and seeing her abdominal muscles lined in sweat, receding and inflating with every breath she took would have been painful for most men to witness in other circumstances, knowing they could never have such a thing. But after the blowjob he got, knowing there was so much more fun to be had was filling him with a sinister anticipation.

The zipper on her catsuit was down as far as it would do. It was right before her crotch, and he saw the first few tufts of her pubic hair spring out. She raised her hands up and started peeling the tight suit off her shoulders. Being so hot underneath her attire, it was a little more sticky with sweat than she realized and she had to put that much more effort into getting it off of her nude skin. Not that Penguin minded in the slightest, she was giving him one hell of a strip tease, and it served as a delicious appetizer before they kicked off to the real thing.

As it slipped down her shoulders and off her arms, he bared his teeth at her in a hungry grin. The sight of Selina Kyle's body slowly becoming nude before him did not disappoint. The little bit of her pubic hair poking out of the crotch of her catsuit teased the promise of her lovely vagina that he intended to do far more than simply look at, but her sculpted arms and shoulders were enough to make him want to drool. They were lean and muscular with a few veins bulging in her biceps, and her triceps were thick and full too, the thought of sinking his teeth into them was too much.

Down it went to her full and shapely hips. As he was staring at her, watching her take the tight garment off, he watched her crotch with undivided attention. Her bare vagina was as beautiful as it came into view, he was more focused on looking at it than her naked hips and ass being exposed before him. While she edged it off down to her knees, she had been watching him the whole time. She hissed at him so loudly that he almost jumped out of his skin.

He looked back up at her. Her headpiece and goggles were off, seeing her looking at him with her naked eyes. She was grinning at him and licking her lips. That same tongue and those lips had sucked his dick to climax and he looked back at her. He dared not look away from her, they were both so united in their lustful intentions for each other, but he was distracted by the sound of the fabric coming undone. His eyes moved against their will, and he saw her naked sweaty thighs. There was a faint trail of her pussy juice between her twat and her thighs to the catsuit as she got the rest of it down off to her feet and held it up.

She was spinning it in her hand like a stripper before she tossed it onto his face. He quickly grabbed at it, enjoying the feel of it on his skin and the smell of her juices before he felt her mounting the mattress. He got it off of his face as fast as he could before he saw her advancing at him on her hands and knees like some bloodthirsty ghoul. Yet seeing her naked form and the undisguised need in her eyes pleased him to no end, anticipating what designs this lusty sex kitten had in mind for him.

She was near his stomach, still moving, looking straight at him with an evil smile on her face all the while. He blinked and the next thing he knew, she was sitting right on top of his face. She was seated so that her plump and delectable ass were all that he could see while her hot and wet vagina landed right on top of his mouth. Despite her butt being right on top of his nose, he could still smell her pussy juice on the other side, she was that wet and horny. And no man could ever complain with Catwoman's ass on top of his face.

“Say Ozzy, can you do me a small and favor lick me just right? I would do it myself, but despite being a flexible kitty, I do have my limitations.”

He said something, but it was muffled under her vagina. She giggled loudly, and wasn't disappointed to see him get harder that instant. Nor did she object to feeling his tongue flicking at her lubricated vaginal lips, puffy with arousal. She ground her bottom onto his face and he could only love it. It was rare for Catwoman to let anyone eat her out so deeply, but for her to be as into it as she was was truly a treat.

For her as well, she couldn't help but enjoy it. Despite Penguin's experience with the ladies due to his privilege and power in the criminal underworld as opposed to any of his inherent charms, he still knew a thing or two about pleasing a woman, even with the power of Ivy's pheromones still addling Catwoman's mind and making all of her nerve endings so susceptible to his advances. More than that, he knew she was powerless before his touches. Not just because of how badly she was riding his face and how her once confident voice so in control had now turned to a long trail of weak whimpers but also because she wasn't even bothering to touch his dick. After all the groping and teasing she had done earlier, he figured she would be returning his affections, but instead she was too powerless, instead taking it all in.

She wailed loudly when she first came. Her clitoris engorged with desire had spasmed right on his tongue and after being at her mercy for so long, now it stirred something inside of his twisted and vile heart to be in so command of her. He was still pretty hard even after that blowjob she gave him earlier, but to hear and feel her so enraptured in ecstasy was getting him ramrod stiff all over again. Nor did the mind the heat of her vagina so close to his face, or how her thick thighs were quivering on top of him as she was still recovering from her orgasm. The blood of dominance inside of him was flowing strong inside of him at bringing such a woman to pleasure and having her on top of him, and he felt like a young man again in the prime of his youth.

He did not stop eating her out after she came. He would stop licking her clitoris and start digging his tongue into her wet and tasty vaginal cleft at times, it still being very susceptible to him all on it's own, but then he would stop his tease and resume feasting on her tender spot. He felt her shudder and cry out louder when he worked her like that. Her crotch was moving back and forth on his face, like she was riding a dick. What made it worse for her was that she was still quite sensitive after her first orgasm, but he had not stopped eating her out for one second. She was so weak by now that he knew he had made her cum again, but at the same time, he didn't know how many times she had climaxed.

Eventually she was unable to take it anymore and collapsed forward, catching herself on the mattress using her hands to keep herself from falling over completely. He smiled to himself at that. The scent of her wet vagina in it's post orgasmic state and still so very sensitive, her hot and sweaty body on top of him, was easily better than any of the goods he had amassed in his criminal career. He took several moments then to relish in his victory.

She let herself collapse onto her stomach of her own free will then, she had to rest. She landed on top of him, but he was fine with that. Pushing her off, he got up and looked down at her sweaty naked body before him. He had gotten a good view of her front when she gave him that striptease, but seeing her lean and built back with her back muscles outlined in sweat, her full and lovely bare ass before him now, was still a hell of a treat. And what made it so much better was seeing her once proud face now softly whimpering after such a powerful orgasm, helpless at the power of his touch.

Any man would be happy to have such a woman sucking him off like she did earlier, and then getting a treat of her pussy was just the cherry on top. But it was another thing entirely to have her so weak before him now, completely naked and exposed to do as he wished with her. Yet he was not content to merely fuck her senseless right now, he intended to take his time with her like a gourmet savoring a fine dish before he dug in.

He scampered on over to her and started worshipping her body at his leisure. First he took one of her feet, feeling the sole, surprisingly soft, on his hands. No bruises or calluses either, she really did work to take care of herself even with the line of work she was in. As he was admiring the tenderness of the surface, he started licking it before he sucked her toes.

He moved to her calves and they were as firm and smooth as would be expected of a woman in her profession. He rubbed his face on them, inhaling the scent, before he started kissing all over them. That didn't stop when he reached her thighs, they were perfect. The pleasure of having them straddling his chest and face earlier when he was eating her out was one thing, but now he was perfectly content to take his time and admire them in all their beauty. The fine texture of her skin, it was all too much. He wondered how many people she had shown this body to in lust and love like she was doing with him right now.

And he was so very happy to have her lovely ass before him. He bared his teeth at it like a hunter seeing weak and helpless prey before him, before he lunged his head down and bit deep into it. She squeaked a little at that, her whole body jerked under him. That just made him do it harder, and he licked all over the pliant and squishy flesh in his mouth as he tasted her. He continued fondling her legs and the other ass cheek as he was dining on Catwoman, hoping to wake her up a bit as he tasted her.

He dipped one of his fingers into her vagina. He felt her body tense up, saw the muscles in her back convulsing. It was quite a sight, even after having eaten her ripe donk.

“Did you like that?” he said. No response, she only moaned faintly with a certain pleasantness in her tone. Too blazed with bliss to say anything, but certainly not so out of it that she wasn't able to feel anything. He leaned forward so his mouth was right by her ear. “Don't you have anything to say Selina?” he whispered. It's unlike you right now to be so quiet. Maybe the cat got your tongue!” He cackled loudly, before he started nibbling her ear and spanking her again. She jumped a bit she was so sensitive. “Selina, I do need an answer. Otherwise, I might have to hit you harder! But you know, I only do it because I love you.” His hits became faster and rougher as was the way he vibrated his finger inside of her snatch. To make things worse, he started flicking at her clit with his thumb ever so slightly. The way it was engorged and stiff with arousal, he intended to draw out this period of foreplay until she came again, and it wasn't too soon before he felt her actually going to cum in a few moments.

And then he took his finger out before she had that chance. Her breath hitched a bit, her body was shaking considerably and he saw her looking up at him weakly.

“Please...don't stop...” she said. He was running a finger around her vaginal lips, teasing her, feeling her vulva convulsing with want, before he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her ass up. He positioned himself on his knees and leaned forward. He licked all over her fine back, savoring the feeling of her muscles on his tongue, before he jammed his penis inside of her.

She cried out deeply, finally having the stimulation she needed. He had loved that blowjob she gave him earlier, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of her tight and wet pussy on his dick. Despite that, he wasn't focused on her pleasure at all right now, all he wanted was to satisfy his lusts as much as possible. That didn't change how badly her snatch was gripping the penis inside of it, and he kept pumping her as hard and fast as possible.

To her credit, she started hitting back against him. The way she was using her hips to return his thrusts was weak at first, but as time went on, her jerking movements became stronger and faster, something she would have done if she was fucking a man even without the assistance of Poison Ivy's erotic pheromones corrupting her body. It was no small benefit for him to be getting it right back. His joy at finally fucking her womanhood and feeling it clenching onto his penis going inside of her bareback was bolstered from her hitting back against him every time.

He leaned forward and started licking all over her back. The taste of her sweat and the feeling of her beautiful muscles against his tongue was amazing, and together with the pleasure of fucking her, he couldn't have asked for more. He didn't stop there either, he ate all over her sculpted arms and her shoulders as well.

As he was sucking and biting at her lovely body, she turned her head back to look up at him. Her cheeks were flushed, the look in her eyes was so desperate. And as she moaned, her tongue was hanging out like she was a bitch in heat.

He stuck his tongue out and their tongues pressed deeply against each other. There was no technique to it, they simply licked as deeply and lustfully with each other as they possibly could. She had been sighing in a state of pure bliss already, but even Penguin couldn't hold in his domineering composure anymore as his grunts told the whole story about just how much he was getting off on this encounter.

The pounding in her vagina was getting to her. Together with his brute aggression and her libido on overdrive, she was barely holding on. She had to turn away from him and let out an uninterrupted string of gasps and moans as she was hit by the pangs to an orgasm.

The Penguin knew it too. He figured she must have came at least once during all the time he started fucking her in earnest, her pussy conforming to the shaft drilling inside of her was that tight, but from the way she was reacting to him now, he knew she was going to climax again very soon, and it was going to be a good one. And the pressure in his dick was building up, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer either.

He gritted his teeth in a vicious snarl and grabbed her hips roughly, pushing himself inside of her as deeply as he would go. His shaft throbbed against her spongy walls stronger than it had ever had while he had been fucking her before his cock head erupted, shooting out a long torrent of his thick cream deep inside of her womb. He let his erect member remain lodged in there too, he wanted to fill her up as much as he possibly could.

The moment he shot out his first nut inside of her, Catwoman screamed as loud as she possibly could. Her vagina clenched onto his penis harder than ever, and she bit down on the blankets under her. Her muffled love cries were nothing compared to how good she felt in that moment. There was still something of her old self left inside of her when she started coming onto him hard in his bedroom, but whatever was left of her mind was gone at that moment as she wholly submitted to the orgasm, body and soul.

When he was finished, Penguin pulled out of her. There was a long string of cum between her twat and his dick, but for him, it was so small compared to the sight of seeing Catwoman truly powerless before him, on her back exhausted and satisfied in the afterglow of a potent orgasm with his goo still pouring out of her vagina and onto the mattress. As befitting his ego then and especially after such a strong nut inside of this woman proving his victory over her, he was still hard and horny. Nor would he pass up a chance to ravish her again.

He flipped her over so that she was laying on her back now. With her head still tossed to the side and faintly moaning in a dreamy state of wonder, he wasted no time in thrusting himself back inside of her. Her whole body jumped and twitched at feeling his prick penetrating inside of her hole still overflowing with their mutual love juices. But whatever surprise she felt was nothing compared to the almost electric feeling in her cunt from his meat stabbing deep inside of her. Whatever exhaustion she had was burned away in an instant as she started hitting back at him again in a state of almost primal need.

He was hovering over while he pounded her with his prick. The sight of her lost in wanton pleasure was truly a sight, her hips rocking against his, her tits jiggling with every movement she made. He grabbed onto her breasts, pressing against them roughly with his hands. He felt her snatch constricting on his penis the harder he pressed into her breasts, the feeling of her stiff nipples rubbing against his palms just more proof of his triumph.

He lowered himself and started sucking on one of her tits as he kept rubbing the other one. He also slowed down the pace of his penis hammering inside of her. Penguin knew exactly what he was doing. After manhandling her so roughly earlier in addition to the consistent and fast pace of his dick thrusting inside of her he had set, changing things around a bit would be just the thing to make this fuckfest a little more fun.

His prediction was proven correct when he felt her strong legs wrap around him, clinging to him. He looked up at her face, her hungry eyes gazing into his.

“Do you like this Selina?”

“Yes Ozzy, yes! Please fuck me!”

“As you wish my dear.” He leaned in and they started kissing again. Their tongues probed deeply into each other's mouths, as he resumed his fast pace pumping his penis inside of her. Catwoman tried to break the kiss but he wasn't having it, pushing his mouth down against hers. In a rare act of mercy he did move his face apart from hers, a small line of spit between their tongues shining in the moonlight before it snapped apart.

Intent on driving her crazy with this next nut, he latched his mouth onto her breast again. He started sucking on the nipple solely with his lips while his dick pistoned back and forth inside of her. Unable to take it anymore, Catwoman wrapped her arms around his torso. Clinging to him so hard, she jerked her hips against him just as hard as she was getting it, desperate to hasten her incoming orgasm.

Catwoman's raging libido was so bad that she came before he did. Her vaginal muscles squeezed at the dick inside of her. Already close to his limit, her climax pushed Penguin to his breaking point and he nutted hard deep inside of her. She was in that simultaneous state of ecstasy and exhaustion that she could only sigh deeply as he shot another load deep inside of her. The bliss of it all was that it was almost like their orgasms melted into each other, as several unparalleled waves of pleasure washed over the both of them. Even after they both came, he kept thrusting inside of her, desperate to push his semen deep within her belly.

When he was finally finished, he pulled out. He was able to push himself away from her quite easily, she was so out of it that she couldn't hold onto him anymore. He grinned at the sight of her all tuckered out. The night was young and there was plenty of more fun to be had.

He fucked her for a good several hours after that. His virility surprised even him, but there was no doubting Catwoman's sheer lust and determination to give it back to him just as he gave it to her. After the two of them were finally spent, they fell asleep together in a crumpled mess. The sheets and blankets were covered in a mix of sweat and cum and their bodies were wholly wracked and exhausted.

As the sunlight shone in through the windows, she was the first to wake up. Cats were early risers after all. She looked down at him and remembered everything she had did with him. Not too soon because he roused just then.

He looked up at her. She suddenly realized she was still naked and bashfully drew the covers over herself. He smirked at the sight of it. The pleasure of having her body last night was a succulent and exquisite pleasure, but now it warmed something in his wicked heart to see her like this before him. He knew what limited charms he had were due solely to his money and power, and so it was for that reason that he was delighted to see her acting like a little teenage girl around him.

“Good morning Selina. You know that you still have a job to complete for me.”

“Oh...oh right,” she said, regaining her composure. She blushed deeply, and couldn't stop giving side glances to Penguin. He smiled to himself. Ivy's chemical spice was worth more than all the gold in the world.

“But I've changed my mind. I'm no longer interested in the Gotham Merchant's Bank. No, I have an assignment for you in the tropics!”
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