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Heathcliff 'Cliff' North wasn't very impressive, at least physically. When it came to being physically imposing, he was neither. Just another slightly dark-haired white guy who you'd probably classify as a 'nerd' or a 'geek' or the more modern take of 'beta male', in fact, what could be said is that the most impressive thing about Cliff was his nickname… a nickname he's not entirely sure where it came from. But he's had it since high school… His best friend, Roger "Morse" Cowd, just started calling him that one day, and it's stuck ever since…
Speaking of good old Morse, whose last name 'Cowd' was pronounced 'Code', and yes, it took Morse a while to understand the nickname. He really hooked Cliff up, he had to admit. Cliff had driven further and further north out of Gotham, where the cold towers of Victorian Gothic Steel and Concrete were a slightly less ominous dark forest. As Cliff was, for lack of a better term, 'average', Morse was something of the opposite. The center of attention, handsome, athletic, they went to Gotham University together, he because he actually worked his way in, and Morse naturally got a scholarship… and possibly a donation from his rich parents.
Regardless, Morse hooked him up. Cliff got himself a big, fancy job working for one of the many tech companies that wasn't Wayne Tech. And while he could afford a very nice apartment in the Upper East, on account of this being GOTHAM, it wasn't really there anymore. Luckily, he was out of town at the time on company business… but that still left him with a lack of clear housing. Morse, who was currently across the country playing for a Central City football team, had let him stay at the family cabin up north of Gotham… The family doesn't use it much, according to Morse; in fact, the last time he remembered using it was taking his high school girlfriend up there for a little… private time.
Cliff pulled his car up to the front porch of the cabana like cabin. It was a nice place, if he HAD a girlfriend, he'd definitely take her here… hell, if he had Morse's luck with women, he'd WITHOUT QUESTION take one here. Especially his old high school, then college crush… who of COURSE Morse had dated… well, kinda… allegedly. Cliff's still a little vague on the details. That's not important right now.
He got out of his car, brushed his hand through his hair and scratched his stomach through one of the FEW shirts that survived his apartment and opened the trunk of his car to grab the small suitcases he had borrowed from a neighbor across the street from him who liked him with the remainder of the things he scavenged from his wrecked apartment and drove to the cabin while the place gets repaired… so he'll be here awhile… plenty of time to find a girlfriend and impress her with his best friend's money.
He walked up the steps of the porch, put his suitcases down before reaching for the doorknob, Annnnd… locked. "…Shit." He mumbled, but then sighed, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone. Already scrolling through it and finding his best friend's number before tapping it. It rang for a few seconds, then… disconnected. "…Did you just deny my call?" he groaned. But then he was IMMEDIATELY called back with FaceTime. "…Seriously." He then answered.
"CLIFFY!!" roared his best friend Morse as LOUD as he could, shirtless, and displaying the Celtic cross tattoo on his chest. "Girls say high to my bro!"
"Hi Cliffy." Cooed an attractive, bald black woman on Cliff's shoulder, clearly they were in bed.
"Mmmn…" moaned another woman as Cliff stared at Morse.
"…Seriously, Morse?"
"What?" he said before flinching slightly. "OIh… right… ugh." He sighed with a smile.
"Dude. DUDE, I didn't need to see your O face." Cliff grumbled as Morse smiled and a pretty Asian woman with smeared black lips rested her head on his other shoulder.
"Hi, Cliff." She said with a soft sigh, gasping for breath as Cliff sat up, mercifully holding the phone at chest level.
"B.R.B girls, I'll be right back. Got to talk to my bro. Keep yourselves warmed up." They giggled as Morse strutted out of the bedroom with naked women and shut the door. "What up?"
"I'm at your cabin." Said Cliff, showing the cabin.
"Sweet! How do you like it? Pretty sweet, right?"
"I wouldn't know. The Door is locked." Cliff said dryly as Morse frowned and put the phone down, showing an image of a ceiling.
"Uh… Check under the mat?" Cliff looked down and saw no mat.
"There is no mat." He said as Morse's handsome, red-bearded face appeared again, and he was wearing boxers now. Cliff didn't need to SEE that, but at least it wasn't his junk.
"Ugh…" he frowned, "Do you see a lawn gnome?"
"Seriously?-" began Cliff, looking around, but sure enough, there was a lawn gnome at the base of the steps… looking smug. "Yeah."
"Check under his ass," Cliff said, setting up the phone on a stand in the kitchen and getting a beer from the fridge.
Cliff picked it up and looked, and there was a key. "…Okay. Thanks."
"What? Come on, dude. We can chat."
"…Don't you have some escorts to get back to?" Cliff was a smart boy; with his money, Morse would definitely buy escorts… cheap hookers and street walkers were way below his standards.
"Dude, they're not escorts. One's ACTUALLY my girlfriend." He said, frowning. "…I'm not sure which one. The other one's a pornstar… I'll look online later to figure out which is which." Cliff just sighed, opened the door to the very luxurious cabin, and let himself in.
"You don't know which one's your girlfriend and which one's the pornstar?" Cliff sighed, heading to the bedroom and finding the massive bed, resisting the urge to drop onto it immediately, he put his suitcases aside before heading into the bathroom with the equally big shower. "…Why do you have a shower this big?" he said to himself. The shower was big enough to fit the double bed in.
"To be fair, Cliff, I spend the same amount of time with both of them," Cliff said smugly. "That reminds me, I need to take their sweet asses to that cabin. I haven't been there since uh… fuck what was her name?"
Cliff scowled heavily, glaring at the phone before saying with a cold air. "Lindsey."
"RIGHT! Lindsey Sexpoff!"
"Smirnoff." Said Cliff, correcting him and sourly glaring at his friend, who didn't register said glare.
"Man…" he sighed, "…The things I'd do to her in high school… the shit I'd do to her in college!" Cliff turned him out. "…That body was something else."
That's something of a sore subject for Cliff; he liked Lindsey in high school, and Morse said he dated her, but… well… Cliff wasn't exactly sure if Lindsey was AWARE that she was 'dating' Cliff. She wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Her body was as amazing as her face, but behind that face was… well… a lot of air.
Cliff didn't like saying that about Lindsey; she was NICE, she didn't deserve all the Bimbo and objectification she went through, even if she never seemed to notice… but he can't really believe she got into Gotham University on her grades… and he definitely can't believe she passed on them.
"Dude. You listening? Cliff."
"Yeah, Roger, I'm listening." Despite his attempt to block out Roger, it didn't really work. Roger frowned at him.
"…Dude, are you pissed?"
"What?"
"You only call me Roger when you're pissed," Roger replied as Cliff frowned. "…Ooooh, I know what this is about! You need your pipes cleared! Want me to ask the one who's a pornstar to clear your pipes? Whichever one that is?"
"No. Roger. Morse. I don't want you to ask the one who is a pornstar to 'clear my pipes' as you are in central city." He said dryly, heading out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen, he had a feeling there might be some old beer in the fridge…. And he could use one right now."
"Come on, man, why are you pissed?"
"Because my HOME blew up." Said Cliff, just as dryly but sounding slightly more irritated.
"Naaah, it's something else. I know it is. So why you mad, bro?"
"I'm not mad." He opened the fridge and sighed. "…There's no food in this fridge."
"Duh. Dude. I haven't been back there in years-OH… that's what this is! You're still pissed about me dating Lindsey."
"I'm NOT still pissed about-"
"So you were pissed."
"God damn it, Morse." Cliff slammed the fridge door shut. "I'm not pissed about a girl I had a crush on in high school."
"And College. And of whom you have pictures of in a box under your bed."
"Not anymore." Those lit up REAL quick. "Alright? I'm hungry, I'm tired, I have NO apartment for the next several months now."
"And you haven't drained your balls since… ever."
"Fuck you, Morse." Cliff sighed as Morse grinned.
"Alright. Alright. As always, your bro Morse will help you out. AGAIN."
"You wouldn't have graduated high school OR college if I didn't tutor you in literally everything." But Morse ignored him.
"Cool. Cool. Be snarky. You want to eat tonight? Get your pipes clear? I can help you do both?"
"Morse, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Order. Superbabes." Said Morse as Cliff blinked at his phone and the STUPID look on his STUPID face.
"…What?" Cliff asked
"SUPERBAAAABES." Said Morse in a whisper to his phone. "Get yourself a girl AND a meal!" Cliff stared at Morse like he was crazy.
"…Morse, that's just a fucking rumor stupid horny idiots pass around… so I'm not surprised you believe it." But Morse just grinned.
"I TRIED it, Bro." he said, "Before I left Gotham! It was LIFE CHANGING." He said, "I'm fucking a hot chick AND her pornstar friend nightly, and it's just not the same!" he said, whispering now with renewed purpose… because danger was closer to hand with the two in his bedroom. "Seriously. Look at the website, check out the girl, Call Superbabes. Order a meal… ask for the girl you want to deliver it, and be NICE. Oh, and pay in Cash." He added as Cliff groaned tiredly.
"I don't have cash on me, Morse, and I'm not going to an ATM to get what I assume is an absurd amount."
"There's a loose floorboard under the lower left corner of the guestroom bed. It's got some cash in there." Morse said, heading away from the kitchen and back to his bedroom.
"…Why?" Cliff replied scathingly.
"Sorry, bro. Got to go. You're not the only horny guy not fucking a hot chick or two!"
"Morse!"
"Thank me LAAAAATER!" he cheered, and Cliff got one last look at the two naked women in Morse's bed before he took a running dive and hung up the phone.
"…God damn it, Morse." Cliff sighed, put his phone down on the table, and stared at the fridge.
…There really was nothing in the fridge, and he didn't feel like driving to wherever he could get some food. "…Ugh." He groaned, pulled his phone back up, accessing the internet as he went to the guestroom, moved the single bed, and sure enough, there was a loose floorboard and… "…This better not be drug money." He said, pulling out a great deal of cash from the hiding compartment. He assumed it would be enough as he looked at the alleged website of Superbabes. "…Wow."
There really was no other word for it; the roster of cosplaying 'Superbabes' was surprisingly accurate and incredibly attractive. All these girls are really, allegedly, delivering for the company?... He can't say he doesn't like the appeal of that Killer Frost, Batwoman, Catwoman I and II… and he hadn't even gotten to the actual 'menu' yet…
He was just about to look at the actual 'food' and not the 'feast' when someone caught his eye, his thumb had flicked the screen down just a LITTLE more before he could scroll back up to the menu… Star Sapphire… he STARED at the screen… probably an uncomfortable, unnerving time… and shook himself. Shaking off his self-induced trance. There was SOMETHING about that BODY… and not just the instinctive, primal desire he had FOR it…
…To be honest? Totally and completely? Cliff was really just going to order food from Superbabes. He heard it was actually really good… but now?... that BODY, just the PICTURES were inducing old fantasies he hasn't thought about in years, sending him into a daydream…
FUCK.
He looked at the menu, RANDOMLY picked the Power Girl meal because you can't go wrong with burgers, and quickly dialed the number.
Time: 8:33 PM. Place: North of Gotham (Cowd Cabin)
Riiing-CLICK
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"Hello… The… Power Girl Meal for delivery, please."
"Two double D patties and fries, anything else?"
"Delivered by… Star Sapphire?"
"…Very well. We expect her back within 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery. Name and address, please."
Meanwhile.
It was a weird feeling when he hung up the phone, he didn't know if it was nerves that he just, allegedly, ordered an extremely pretty escort from a skin restaurant or the fact that he was in fact hungry… he sighed, rolled his eyes… and put the phone on the kitchen table as he went to shower. It was a quick wash and rinse, drying off, changing into more comfortable clothes, loose shorts, and a Gotham Knights T-shirt… he had just finished familiarizing himself with the cabin, adjusting the AC before sitting down on the couch and picking up the TV remote. He was just about to turn it on when there was a loud knock on the door.
"SUPERBABES!!"
Time: 9:59 PM. Place: North Gotham (Cowd Cabin)
"Special Delivery Service!"
Cliff's brain exploded. That VOICE he recognized it like an alarm bell in his brain. He got up, scrambled around the couch to the front door, and opened it up to find the masked Star Sapphire smiling at him prettily. Her fist still raised as her tight body wiggled in the chilly Gotham air.
However, before Cliff could speak, her VERY plump bimbo lips pursed in one of thoughtful contemplation. "…North Cliff?"
"What?" he asked as she suddenly giggled girlishly, and it stirred his pants.
"Oh my GOSH! It's been forever!" She swung herself at him, squeezing him tightly and letting her big natural breasts bulge against him as she hugged. "I haven't seen you since… um." She frowned, seemingly thinking about it. "…Graduation? Was it high school? Or college? When did I last see you?" she looked at him thoughtfully… as if expecting HIM to tell her whether the last time he saw her it was high school or college… which of course let his brain jumpstart itself after feeling her huge breasts bulging against his chest.
"…What?"
"It's me! I'm Star Sapphire!" she said excitedly, as he stared at her. "We went to high school together! Or was it college? I know your name is North Cliff." She said, smiling prettily as she went to put down his food on the kitchen counter, and his eyes followed her thick bubble butt in the suit as it wobbled up and down with her steps.
"It's… Heathcliff North." He said as she nodded with a smile.
"I know! I dated your friend Reggie!"
"…Roger?"
"No, I'm Star Sapphire." She said completely straight-pretty-face as he stared at her. "Well, right now I'm Star Sapphire, because Orders says in the mask that's who I am."
…Fuck her sideways, it IS Lindsey! He thought he was just projecting his high school crush on this extremely pretty cosplaying delivery girl!
"What?" he repeated as she smiled.
"How have you been?!" she asked happily, taking him by the hand and leading him to the couch. "Are you still in college?"
"No, we… graduated at the same time." HOW they did so is still up for debate because… well… it's Lindsey. She just kept smiling that award-winning smile and got onto her knees, hands on his knees, and spreading them open as casually as talking about the weather. "You… why are you doing this?" he asked, surprised.
She paused, "…Because you ordered it?" she replied, looking FAR more confused than usual.
"What?"
"You ordered it." She said as he stared at her. "The delivery? Sex?" she said as he blinked and jolted back to reality.
"Oh! No! I mean… well, YEAH. But… why are you doing THIS? Why are you a…" he didn't want to use the word hooker or escort, so, "Superbabe?"
She stared at him, tilting her head slightly. "Because it's fun?" she said as he tried to deal with the massive, MASSIVE influx of Star Sapphire's frankly ICONIC thought processes that haven't changed since HIGHSCHOOL… and ALL he could think about was.
…It's a good thing she's so fucking pretty.
…He felt like SUCH an asshole right now.
"Look, you don't have to do this; it was a mistake. I didn't think you-" he paused. "When did my pants get to my-" her mouth was inches from the tip of his, admittedly, average size member, which WAS still acting naturally to his high school/College crush on her knees in a sexy outfit… "…How did you do that?" he asked as she closed her mouth, inches from his tip and pulled away.
"Do what?"
"Take my pants off."
"I grabbed them and pulled." She said, "I take pants off all the time!" She said, "…Like a LOT… sometimes multiple times a day. I am an expert at taking clothes off." His average-sized mini-Cliff twitched slightly under her chin as she blinked. "…I'm confused, did you NOT want me to suck on this? I'm REALLY good at it." She said with a pretty, honest smile on her face.
Which was the question that he desperately NOW wanted to say yes to. "…Do you want to?" he said uncertainly.
"It's my job!" she said happily, "I'm REALLY good at it." She repeated, apparently very proud of that, as his little Cliff twitched and she smiled, grabbing it with a gloved hand and stroking it tentatively. Her big breasts bulging against it as he groaned slightly, watching his former and kinda current dream woman casually jerk him off.
"…Well, if you're okay with me."
"Of course I am, I know who you are! Usually it's people I don't know." She said, hand gliding up and down.
"…I don't think that makes it better Lin-OOOOOOh…" What did make it better was the blowjob…
He wasn't a virgin, he's had one or two girlfriends in college… but he's NEVER had a blowjob. Certainly not a SKILLED blowjob from the Beauty Queen Of Gotham High… this is the sort of thing he dreamt of, sure he imagined wining and dining her first… and sure a couple of times when porn wasn't enough, thinking of her bouncing around on the cheer squad DEFINITELY helped. But that was then, this is now, and NOW he was getting a BLOWJOB. From easily the one woman on his celebrity cheat list.
And Star Sapphire is a Celebrity in her own right… mostly in Japan.
"Mmmnn…" she gazed up at him with a smile on her tight lips, slipping up and down his shaft with relative ease, taking him entirely into her mouth. Kissing the base, then repeating… bouncing up and down into his lap as he groaned at the foreign feeling of the porn fantasy becoming real. MMgh! Mmn…" her hands rubbed at his thighs, head bobbing up and down as his hands, reflexively, grabbed onto her head. "MMgh…" She froze in place, gazing up at him at the base of his cock as his toes curled… and he was weak.
"Ugh!"
"Mmmn…" She closed her eyes, humming softly as she felt her lips and throat quiver and contract, swallowing his load without complaint… one of his girlfriends let him cum on her face once, and she got a little in her mouth, she spent an hour in the bathroom washing her mouth out and retching… "MMGh!" Star Sapphire slid her pretty amethyst purple lips off his dripping member. Kissed his tip, and smiled prettily at him. "Ah…" Her mouth then opened, and she extended her tongue, showing him that she swallowed it without complaint.
"That… usually doesn't happen." He declared sheepishly as she blinked.
"…No, that happens all the time. It happened a little faster than it normally does when I do it, but Laura says that's a compliment to me! So thank you." She said as his cock twitched.
"So… that…" she stood up, jiggling and bouncing subtly as he stared at her. "…What else can we do?" he asked a little sheepishly as she seemed to think.
"Um… whatever you want? That's usually how it works." She smiled, "…Want me to do it again?" she said sweetly as his cock twitched. He felt like SUCH an ass… but he stood up, reached out and, gently, rubbed at her massive chest. "Ooh…" she cooed, and didn't stop him… "… You're good at that." She said as he continued to massage the massive breasts he'd dreamed of throughout most of his late school life. And yes, they were everything he'd ever dreamed. "Oooh…" she wiggled her hips as he continued to play with her chest.
This was the last time he was going to do it… he needed to make an impression that he wasn't just going to be weird about it. This was just a friendly transaction between old acquaintances, where one is now an incredibly sexy cosplay who has sex with people for money… she's used to it? She's… he couldn't do it.
He pulled his hands away, with his cock erect and pointing toward her as she reached down and casually started stroking it. "Why did you stop?" she blinked as he grit his teeth, but then nodded.
"Okay."
"Okay?" she asked, confused. It sounded just like her regular tone of voice. But Cliff rested his hands on her shoulders and gently guided her to the bedroom. "Oh… oh-kay." She said, giggling as he let go.
"Can you take this off?" he said and watched as it practically fell away from her body. "…That was quick."
"I told you I'm an expert!" she said as her big breasts firmly wobbled free of her suit, leaving her in her mask and boots as he grabbed her waist and slid her hands up the curves of her body that seemed to have not changed at ALL since he last saw her… also she's a lot more ripped then he expected. Not an ounce of baby fat on her… well, except for THESE. "Mmgh!" she moaned as he gently grabbed her breasts, flicking her hard nipples with his thumbs as he then pushed her onto the bed. "Oh!" she giggled, spreading her legs apart almost immediately.
But instead of ramming away at her body, he knelt down between them, and she blinked curiously.
"Oh?-OOoooohkay…" she moaned loudly as he rested his hands on her inner thighs, keeping her legs open as he flicked his tongue on her lower lips. "Oooh…" he hasn't eaten out with a girl in a while, so he might be out of practice. "Haaah!!" she shivered erotically as her feet flicked on the bed. "HAah… Ah!" gasping as she grabbed his head, rolling her hips into his face as he slid his fingers and tongue inside her, scraping at her wet walls as she cooed. "Oh! Ooooh!" arching her back, her breasts jiggling like pudding on her chest as he flicked his tongue out of her and swirled her clit as she shivered. "Ooooh…" she squeezed her chest, smiling up at him as she shivered again. "…That was good." She declared.
He smirked with pride as her legs suddenly lashed around him and pulled him towards her. "Hee-hee!" she giggled as his cock quivered on her clit and moistened lips. "Mmgh!" she rolled and wiggled her body, grinding her pussy on his cock as he moaned and grabbed at her breasts again. "Aah…" sighing as he adjusted himself, poking at her with his tip… before living the dream. "Oooh!"
"OH MY GOD…" He gasped, discovering he'd be quite content to let Him or any of the other ones SMITE him once he was done. Gently holding her chest, he pulled back and pushed into her. "Haah! AH!"
"OOoh!!" Writhing under him with that smile still on her face, his hands bouncing and squeezing her chest together as he pumped and thrust his hips against her, not that he could do much else, her legs were tight around his waist and only seemed to get tighter as her body tensed up. "Oh! Oh! Aaah! Aaah!" gasping as he pumped away.
He grunted and groaned, flicking his thumbs on her chest and trying not to squeeze too tight or IMMEDIATELY blow his load, determined to last longer than he did for the blowjob, valiantly succeeding as Star Sapphire writhed under him… his hands pulling away as his instinct rapidly took over. Grabbing her waist as her chest began swinging up and down, almost smashing into her chin, but she only arched her back, nipples rigidly twitching as she howled in climax.
"UGH! AAH!!" he slammed into her tightened pussy as her legs went limp around him, and he QUICKLY pulled out, resting his cock on her pussy and shooting his load on her toned stomach as she moaned, happily, smiling up at him as ropes and ropes of cum splattered her stomach.
…And just like that… post nut clarity was hitting him hard.
"Hee-hee! Did you have fun?" she said, sitting up slowly, legs off the bed as he stepped back and watched her breasts firmly bounce on her chest with the movement… his cock slowly twitching upright. He had to. HE HAD TO. The number ONE fantasy he had of her that's lingered for years!
"…Let's get you cleaned up." He said, taking her hands and pulling her up onto her feet, she giggled and kicked out of her boots as he squeezed her supple bubble backside, which was JUST as amazing as her chest… which he HAD to stick his cock between.
"Oooh…" she giggled, still wearing her mask as he turned the shower on, hosing them off as she tossed her dark hair, turning around under the water as it hosed his cum off her stomach.
"Don't you want to take that off?" he asked, gesturing to the mask.
"The mask has to stay on because I'm Star Sapphire…" she said as if that made the most sense in the world. His hands were on her breasts, so it did. "Mmn…" she reached down as he fondled her almost reflexively, rubbing his cock again. "…You're still hard." She said frankly… as he squeezed her breasts.
"…I've always wanted to get a tit-job." He said in awe and refrained from saying 'From you'. Because while his post-nut clarity was currently beaten back, he STILL thought it would've been weird to say. Especially once she IMEDIATELY got onto her knees in front of him. She cupped her massive, iconically big breasts and wrapped them without complaint around his length, smiling up at him as her chest bounced up and down, tightly embracing his shaft between her chest like they were made of memory foam. Stroking and squeezing him as he reflexively reached out for soap, liquid soap… which he hoped was still good.
It was still slippery at least, spraying into her breasts like she was taking a cumshot as she smiled pretty up and him, still bouncing away on his cock and NOT helping his control. He grabbed her arms, steadying himself as she leaned back now, her chest thoroughly lubed with foamy suds as his cock tip poked between them, barely, "MMgh! Ugh…"
This was the greatest moment of his life. More than graduation, passing 90% of his tests at 100%, getting an award, getting a raise… sticking his cock between 'Star Sapphire's' amazing, no PERFECT breasts and getting a titjob…
…He was going to tell his grandkids about this. His wife might divorce him when he did, because even in his mind, he wasn't married to Star Sapphire, but this was the moment in his life that was just PERFECT. "Haah!!" he slapped his hands onto the wall, pushing his cock deep between her cleavage, roaring uncontrollably. "SORRY!! I CAN'T!"
"Oh!" she giggled as ropes sprayed across her chin, her lips, her nose… shooting out from the foam across her beautiful masked face as she giggled, squeezing her breasts even TIGHTER around him as he shivered. Head on the wall, and groaning as his eyes rolled. "…Ugh…"
"Oh, you totally can cum on me…" she said, rubbing her chest alternatingly up and down on his cock as it oozed out the last drops. "Don't worry! It's my job!" she said proudly as he groaned.
"…What a job."
"Superbabe. That's my job." She said simply as he sighed and smiled.
"…Yeah. Thanks." He said simply, unable to do much else but push away from the wall.
"You're welcome." She replied as he slipped out from her breasts, and she slowly stood up. Squeezing her tits together under the water and hosing off the soap. "Hmmn hmmn hmmn!" she hummed, spraying off his cum from her body as she did the 'Superbabe Shower thing' instinctively, twisting and turning under the water as his cock rose back up.
"God damn it." He sighed through clenched teeth as she looked over her shoulder, glanced at his hard-on, smiled, and promptly bent over, throwing her shapely bubble ass behind her and catching his cock between them. "Oh GOD…" he groaned, deciding that there MUST be one because this angel existed. "You are just too good." He declared with a smile amount of sadness, but a GREAT amount of pure ecstasy as he grabbed her waist and slid slowly into her.
"Aah!..." Star Sapphire moaned just right, taking him into her silky folds once again, squeezing tightly around him as if she was perfectly made for HIS dick… but he wasn't focused on that, just his thrusting hips, bouncing off her wonderful backside as her breasts swung back and forth beneath her. She bent over at 90 degrees, ass bouncing back behind him with her hands on the wall, pushing back onto his thrusts as Cliff bucked his hips.
"Haah! Ah!!" feeling her knees buckling as she shivered in pleasure, sending a primitive urge of pride through him that he could make this glorious woman feel as good as he did right now. He slid his hands from her waist to her chest, squeezing them. "Haah… aah!" grunting in her ear as she howled softly, more like an adorable domestic Labrador than a wild animal. Squeezing around his cock and milking him with her tight pussy as he slammed into her once last time, ripped out of her pussy's grip, and groaned as his girth bulged and he burst all over her ass and thighs. "Haah! Ahh… oh… my… GOD…" he gasped as she cooed.
"MMgh…" she wiggled her sticky body back against him as he rested his face on her back. He enjoyed the afterglow for a moment longer before pushing off her body and letting her rinse off, humming to herself again as she washed her shapely form… she then jiggled out of the shower, letting him have his turn uninterrupted by a RAGING hard on.
He was in there for AWHILE after he turned the cold water on max.
He wrapped his towel around his waist and walked out. She wasn't in the bedroom, but her clothes were gone. He grabbed some spare shorts and walked out into the living room, where she was casually looking around the cabin. "So…" he said as she turned her rather glazed expression onto him, and he suddenly remembered her face glazed and tried not to get another hard on… it was hard, metaphorically, because Star Sapphire was RIGHT THERE. "…Recognize this place?"
"Hmmn. I've been to a lot of cabins in the woods. One time, we were trapped by a blizzard with my friend Lori and needed an interesting and very nice handyman to save us." She said as Cliff seemed to think about that.
"…You don't… think it's at all weird that we just had sex?"
"No? Why would it be weird, North Cliff?" she asked as he laughed, but just decided… that was just HER. That was always her… simple and sweet, literally. But then he frowned.
"…It's just Cliff…" he said, before adding. "…Well, it's Heathcliff." He said, "Heathcliff North."
"I know." She replied simply, "I know because I always liked your name, it was easy to remember! North Cliffs!" she said. "Unlike your friend Reggie Cord."
"…Roger Cowd." He said, "…I called him Morse after he started-" he frowned, hang on… did Lindsey give him his nickname!?"
"Morse?" she frowned, "…I don't get it. That's a weird nickname." He just chuckled and went to get the money just sitting on the table for her. "He should stick with Reggie."
"It's… are you doing that on purpose?" he asked as she blinked at him.
"Doing what on purpose?" she asked innocently as he just smiled.
"His name is ROGER. I keep correcting you. You allegedly dated him," Star Sapphire thought about it.
"…No, I don't remember a Roger. He must not have left an impression." Which, oddly enough, is EXACTLY what Morse has claimed to have done to her ass. "But I remember, you North Cliff." She said, smiling. "You were so smart in class!"
"…I'm still kinda smart." He said, handing her the money. "Thanks for coming."
"…You too!" she said as he frowned and tried to process that. "You came a LOT." She added simply as she made her way to the door. "See you next time, North Cliff."
Cliff watched her shapely body wiggle out the front door, and he HONESTLY didn't know if he wanted to see her again… but hey, having his School Days Dream girl on call might not be such a bad thing… murder on his wallet though.
Time: 11:09 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"Hi Orders, I'm back." Star Sapphire declared bubbly and entered Superbabes, walking up to the purple-eyed boss's counter as she glanced up from her crosswords today.
"Yes, Lindsey. Good work." She said, as Lindsey handed her the money that North Cliff gave her.
"How'd it go for you, hon?" Ronnie-Bell asked conversationally, leaning on the counter as Lindsey smiled at her.
"Oh! I met an old friend of mine! North Cliff."
"Heathcliff." Said Orders casually, as Lindsey didn't really register that. "Heathcliff North."
"I used to hang out with his friend, Reggie Cord, and I saw him all the time! He was always so nice."
"Roger Cord." Orders corrected again, hand on her chin and looking thoroughly done with tonight as she tiredly watched the beautiful, all-natural airhead. "And he thought you two were dating."
That adorable, thoughtful look that Lindsey sometimes got when she was, allegedly, thinking appeared on her face as she stared off into space. "…No, I don't remember a Roger," Lindsey said sweetly, seemingly thinking about it long enough and coming back down from whatever atmosphere her airhead went. "It was definitely Reggie." Orders rubbed her purple eyes and chose not to comment any further.
"…Go take a proper shower, Lindsey, and your break."
"Okay Orders," Lindsey said sweetly, waving to her boss and heading into the locker room as Ronnie-Bell's snickers only got louder. Once Orders heard the shower water hissing, she leaned back in her chair.
"…It's a good thing she's pretty." She sighed as Ronnie-Bell raised an eyebrow and a southern belle smile.
"…Is it?"
"Yes. Yes, it is." Orders mumbled, tiredly going back to her crosswords.
End