Chapter 27 - Batman/Punchline

Prompt: Bruce Wayne/Punchline - Punchline thought she'd bagged the easiest hostage ever, but turns out Wayne has something she'd never expected. Namely a cock that looks like it belongs in the realm of fiction in both length, girth and overall looks. Which wouldn't be so bad but she made the mistake of "torturing" the playboy with her tits and despite having her impressive rack massaging his monster length, the fat cockhead's right in front of her! Reaching her nose! Or: how Jim Gordon walked in on Bruce Wayne getting a titfuck/blowjob combo from the new villain in town so sloppy it was something out of a wet dream. Especially the cumshot that filled the criminals mouth, painted the lower half of her face while decorating her flawless tits in more jizz than a man should be able to produce. Sure arresting her was easy but dammit, this is kind of gross! Meanwhile Punchline promises her mans she'll be back for him soon and Bruce is looking forward to it.

Punchlines attack on the Gotham City Art Museum gala had been swift and efficient. A couple of barrels of temporary laughing gas had left the guests in a survivable, albeit a tad painful, fit of laughter whilst also stopping the cops from getting to her too early.

On her way through the party she had nabbed her target, Billionaire Bruce Wayne, right from the clutches of Vicki Vale. She brought him out back, tying his arms behind the manager's swivel chair and then injecting him with the antidote so his laughter would subside.

He stirred back into consciousness and his eyes met hers. "Hey, handsome" she chirped maliciously. Her hands on her hips. Bruce tried his best to not let out an all telling bat growl. She sauntered over to him, his eyes glued to her swaying, wide thighs. She straddled his lap, definitely getting a stir out of his pants. "Or should I say hostage?"

He can't help but grunt as she rubs his crotch with her fat ass and pressed her perky tits against his chest. "Demands have already been sent to your estate, so we just have time to kill"

She wasted no time in shoving her tongue down his throat, grabbing the back of his head to coax him in. There was no point in fighting her, but there was a point in remaining in control. Punchline's eyes widened in surprise when Bruce forced his tongue past her teeth. He greedily explored her mouth, lapping up the saliva on her mouths walls. She stopped him by gently biting on his lip and tugging lightly on it. "As that didn't seem to work, I'll have to try another form of torture"

She sensually slipped down his thick body down to her knees before him. Her hands massage his muscular thighs through his suit pants before moving to the buckle of his belt. The leather belt is pulled from his waist and is tossed across the room.

 Her attention moved back to his pants, unzipping his flyer and sinking her fingers into the waistband. She slowly slipped his pants down, biting her lips in anticipation. Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped. She had only revealed his base but his thickness alone was obscene. Far thicker than an average can of soda. She carried on pulling, slowly moving the waistband down his thighs. Inch after inch of his cock started to reveal itself. And Punchlines jaw kept descending. Not matter how far she pulled, more cock would just come out. His pants were just above his knees and there was no sign they were approaching the end.

 Finally, as she pulled the pants over his kneecaps, his entirety sprung out, uppercutting her and somewhat wobbling her. The sheer size of his cock was just inconceivable and far fetched. The length itself went far past his knees, the length of his torso maybe. His cockhead was the size of a tennis ball, and poked against her chest. 

 "Is this some kind of joke?" She gawked, eyes wide in complete awe. It was as if she'd seen a ghost or and alien. "This thing is unbelievably big" her hands wrapped around his girth, her two hands barely meeting each other. 

He had the smuggest of grins on his face. "If my cock is a joke, them beautiful, milky tits of yours must be... the punchline!"

 - 

With the ballroom secured and Punchline's goons in handcuffs, the commissioner makes his way to managers office to rescue the VIP hostage and arrest the Jokers fangirl. His shoulder slams into the door, knocking the lock clean off. 

 Gun up. Finger itching on the trigger. "GCPD! Your under..." all rational thought fled his mind in an instant. The sight before him was something so indescribably smutty. Something beyond even the wettest of dreams. Punchline head bobbed passionately on the head of Bruce's cock. Saliva ran down the length of his schlong and onto Punchlines gorgeous tits, that she rubbed up and down his incredible meat. 

Bruce turned to face Jim, seemingly indifferent to the fact that he was currently a hostage to Gothams most wanted. "Don't worry, Jim. I'm almost finished here"

Jim just stood there awkwardly. His mind was telling him to go over and slap a pair of cuffs on Punchline and throw her ass in a truck, but he couldn't bring himself to move any closer to the scene in front of him. Saliva was everywhere and was going everywhere. Her tits and his cock were like a blender without a lid and spit was being fired all over the room. 

"Argh" Bruce grunted, "here I come"

Jim watched on as her cheeks swelled as Bruce unloaded. He had filled her mouth with just one spurt of cum. She was forced to release his cock head from her mouth and she immediately faced consequences for it, receiving three heavy shots of cum to the face. He kept going, wincing as he shot into the air. His cum rained down from above and covered her tits in a sea of his swimmers. 

"Take her away Jim" Bruce said nonchalantly, as if he didn't just shoot and in humane amount of cum. 

Punchline laid a gentle kiss of appreciation on his cockhead. "When I get out, I'll find you and this thing is going to fuck me to oblivion"