Catwoman Owns Batman's Balls

As Bruce Wayne stroked his tongue back and forth across Selena Kyle's tongue and thrusted his hips powerfully into her body, his throbbing erection started aching with every beat of his heart. He reached his right hand up onto her left breast and squeezed it tenderly in his palm and finger tips, amazed at how soft and squishy her enormous chesticles were. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. And she had a body ripe with curves and slopes in all the right places, making his body desperate to ejaculate inside of her warm, wet womanhood.


"You're making my dick so fucking hard..." he whispered in her ear.


She thrusted her pelvis back into him and smirked up at him while she looked deeply into his eyes, "I've been known to do that to men..."


He was overwhelmed with sexual desire for her. She had been the only woman who had ever made him work so much before allowing him to have sex with her. For three months, they had been dating and finding their way onto Bruce's couch in the living room, his bed in his bedroom, even the balcony of his patio. Always pressing their lips together and stroking their tongues soft and slowly while their hands roamed across each other's bodies, fondling her massive milkers, tight, trim waist and firm, rock-solid round ass. As she rubbed his muscular shoulders, powerful back, and ripped abs that he worked so hard to maintain every day.


But for the past three months they had been dating, she still hadn't let him ejaculate at any point. She would constantly tease his sex organs, making it fill up with blood and swell until it was rock hard and throbbing in his boxers. Only to leave him on the edge of ejaculation as she would tell him, "Uh oh, I have to be getting home," or, "I'm not quite ready to do this yet, we don't know each other that well," and, "if we have sex tonight, I'm worried you'll just toss me aside like all those other women that you had before me."


Every time she stopped him from advancing into sex, he would feel his cum-swollen testicles ache and burn and clench up tightly against his body, while a steady stream of precum leaked into his boxers, leaving a dark stain of his thick, steaming hot baby batter that had been brewed in his tender balls. And every time she would leave him aching to cum, he would wait until she buttoned her blouse back up over her black, lacey bra and pulled her hip-hugging dress or pants back on over her silk panties, and walk her to the front door of Wayne Manor, where he watched her hips sway side to side as she walked back to her car and drove off. Then as soon as she was gone, he went straight into his bathroom and jerked off load after load after load while he thought about her beautiful face, large, heavy breasts, muscular ass and athletic thighs, tight, trim waist just above her wide, womanly hips, and her long, slender feet full of arches that sloped and slunk and slid themselves up and down and side to side against his pelvis whenever they were sitting at a table across from one another. Teasing his penis over the thin fabric of his business slacks with a grin on her face. Well aware what she was doing to his sex organs. Amused at her power over his body. In the mood to tease him all the way to the point of no return and making his penis pump out precum into his pants, only to stop rubbing them on him just before he could spray rope after rope into his boxers while he looked at her flawless face, hypnotic green eyes, and mouthwatering cleavage popping out from her lowcut neckline.


Why hadn't she let him cum yet? Was she addicted to making his body burn with lust? Or was she seriously worried he would lose interest in her after they did have sex? The Gotham tabloids had documented the women who had been in his bed for years, telling the entire city about his conquests with models, actresses, celebrities who had been charmed by the playboy billionaire prince of Gotham. Perhaps Selena didn't want to be in the paper? Perhaps she was a private girl? Or, perhaps she was just trying to make him desire her more and more to make the sex that much more intense when it did finally happen? He wasn't sure. What he did know, was that he couldn't keep settling for masturbation, even if he was thinking of her womanly figure and jiggly breasts while his cock exploded his pearly jam everywhere. He needed the real thing with her. He needed to know what she felt like and how amazing it felt to splatter his seed deep inside her, without a condom on his cock. He needed to empty his balls and drain every last drop of spunk out while he thrusted his hips as hard as he could, and rubbed her massive breasts with his bare hands as he laid on top of her in his bed.
"Wait... wait... Bruce..." she whispered softly into his ear.


Oh fuck, she was about to tell him that she wanted to stop again. Why??? He was so close!!! If only she would just let him cum, he would finally be able to sleep again and let his body return to feeling the way it had always felt before he met Selena three months earlier. Like it had when he had dated Hollywood's most seductive sirens, Victoria Secret's sexiest queens, even the internet's most well known thots.


"I think we should stop before we lose control of ourselves..." she purred up at him while looking into his eyes. Her glowing greens were so deep and bright, glowing back at him and leaving him disarmed against her words.


"B... b... but Selena..." he stammered, struggling to speak he was so sexually stirred up.


"Oh my gawd!!! Is it really 10 o'clock already?" she shrieked, looking over at his clock on his nightstand. "I have to be somewhere!!! I'm so sorry, but I have to go!" she tried to push his body off hers, but he was too strong and heavy for her to move with her own arms.


"Selena, I need you so badly... please, PLEASE make me cum..." he choked, still thrusting his erection powerfully into her pelvis. "My balls feel like they're about to burst."
"Bruce, no. I told you, I'm not ready to have sex with you yet..." she felt his hand slide up onto her enormous left breast and squeeze it in his palm. "Bruce, please, stop it..."


"Selena, I can't keep myself all backed up like this. Especially the way you kiss me and massage my body... I have to cum, baby..." he pleaded with her, desperate to drain his overly swollen testicles that were full of spunk, and were extra tender to the touch as a result.


"Bruce, get off of me..." she repeated herself, trying to push his body off her. But she was still no where near strong enough to move him. His large 6'4 frame, full of ripped, athletic muscles and hardly any fat, was too much for her to move without help. And she knew if he didn't let her up, she would have to find a way to make him move instead.


"Bruce, are you in there?" Alfred's voice suddenly called out from the otherside of his bedroom door.


Bruce turned his head and replied, "Not now, Alfred."


"But sir, there's an urgent message for you from Commisioner Gordon."


While Bruce's head was turned away from Selena, she fired her knee straight up into his soft, sensitive testicles as hard as she could. The sharp kneecap crushed directly into his left testicle, pinning it against his boney pelvis. "GUH!!!!" he gasped. His body exploded with burning, piercing pain, followed by a heavy, dull ache that rippled throughout his entire body, carrying into his stomach, chest, and legs. "Ohhh my gawd... my... my balls..." he rolled off Selena Kyle and clutched his crushed organs.


"I told you to stop, Bruce..." she grinned down at the man who had been on top of her just seconds earlier. "When a woman says no, she means no." She then stood up and grabbed her purse, walking out of his bedroom with her sexy shapely ass and hips swaying side to side with every step of her long, athletic thighs. The sound of her stilettos clicked and clacked against the marble floor, and when she swung his bedroom door open, Alfred was standing right there holding a phone in his hand.


"What happened to you, sir?" Alfred asked as soon as he saw Bruce clutching his testicles and writhing in agony on top of his bed.


"I had to... well, ya know... he got a little handsy with me," Selena smirked back at Alfred. "So I kneed him in his balls..." she turned around to take one last look at the man she had floored with one knee. When she did, her body was angled just so, that Alfred could see straight down her blouse, into her deep dark canyon of cleavage.
He couldn't believe how huge they were. But equally amazing was how they seemed to defy the laws of gravity, popping out perkily from her chest like someone had stuffed two waterballoons in her blouse. Water balloons so heavy and squishy and soft and jiggly that they were able to give Alfred a rush to his cock too, filling his penis up with surging blood instantly, so that he too had a throbbing erection for Selena Kyle now as well.


"Sir..." Alfred briskly approached Bruce. "Are you okay?"


Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack, click... the sound of Selena's footsteps fell more silent by the second. Bruce could barely open his eyes from all the pain, but he managed to get one last look at this seductive woman's shapely round ass one last time as she walked away. "My balls... I can't... breathe..." he choked in agony. Still struggling to inhale or exhale any air with his lungs.


Bruce writhed in pain for 15 more minutes before he finally had the strength to sit up in his bed and lean forward while resting his head in his huge hands. "She kneed me right in the fucking balls..." he told Alfred again, who was still sitting next to him on the bed.


"Sir, there was a reported robbery at Gotham National Bank in Gotham Plaza..." Alfred informed him. "Apparently there was a group of clowns seen breaking in and going through the bank with bags and guns."


"Okay... I can... oh my gawd, it fucking burns so much!" Bruce still struggled to handle all the pain in his tender sex organs that had been left in a lurch once again by the single sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes on. He slowly stood up and limped gingerly out of his bedroom and down to the Batcave. Putting on the cowl and getting in the Batmobile to pursue the perps downtown before they escaped the scene of the crime.


But as he drove towards the crime scene, he could still feel his left testicle throbbing with pain. But despite how much it still hurt his body, his penis had also filled up with blood and grown so stiff that it too was aching powerfully in his batsuit, as it tried to stand straight up in the air, only to be held down by the hard material of his batsuit's crotch.


Arriving at Gotham Plaza, Batman climbed out of the car and swung himself up to a rooftop with his grappling gun so he could get a bird's eye view of the robbers and how many of them there were. He looked down from the edge of the building across the way, counting at least 6 robbers going in and out the front door, putting the money into a white van outside.


"I just love a big strong man who's not afraid to fight for what he believes is right," he heard a seductive, womanly voice purr from behind him. He spun his head around to see a woman wearing a shiny, skin-tight black catsuit that emphasized every curve of her seductive body. Along with a black mask covering her face. She had left the front of her catsuit unzipped halfway down her torso, letting her large breasts pour out like they were on full display. They squeezed together and drew Batman's eyes straight to them, only making his erection even more intense underneath his batsuit.
"W... who are-" he started.


But she interrupted him with a sudden swing from her right arm, slashing at his face and cutting deep down into his black mask with some sort of claws she had on her fingertips. As he tried to move his head away and block her hand with his arm, he didn't notice the woman take a large stride towards him as she wound back her right leg.


"Hey Bats," she grinned at him. He quickly turned to look at her, and when he did, he saw a flashing glimpse of her right foot firing straight up towards his crotch. Then in the blink of an eye, he felt a powerful force blast up into his balls so hard that it took his knees out from under him, sending him tumbling down onto the rooftop while his already aching, burning blue testicles, were kicked by the woman hard enough to knock the wind out of him again.


"Ohhh..." she giggled, clutching her hands over her pelvis where she didn't have balls, and bending down at the waist as she mocked his manhood that was burning with crippling pain. Feeling like both of his testicles were on fire while hundreds of red hot pins and needles pierced into his soft little sensitive sex organs that were still engorged with blood because of Selena Kyle and how much she had teased him with her breasts and butt and body while laying on top of him that night.


"My god..." Batman coughed, dizzy and light-headed as his vision began fading. "My balls..." he couldn't stand up or even move out from the fetal position. He laid there in a ball at the woman's feet, as she stood there in her black outfit and pointy toed stiletto boots with her hands resting on her wide hips.


"What did you do to him?" another woman suddenly called out from behind him.
Batman couldn't turn to see who it was, but he could hear the sound of footsteps approaching from behind him. Who was it now?


"Did you kick him in the balls?" the woman laughed out loud.


"Yeah, I think I might have popped one of them," the big breasted woman in black smirked down at him. Her hypnotic green eyes glowing in the city lights like emeralds.
"That's when Batman felt something hard blast into his balls again, as if the woman behind him had kicked him while he was down. His body jerked with pain, but he kept his hands covering his burning testicles, knowing he couldn't leave them exposed to the woman in black again, for fear she would kick them again.


"Hey Batty Boy..." a woman's voice moaned to him as he felt a hand place itself gently on his back shoulder. "How are those balls feeling?"


Batman managed to peel his eyes open as he looked up to see Harley Quinn kneeling over him. Her large breasts dangling down beneath her lowcut tank top that was see-through enough for the outline of her black bra to be seen through the fabric of her shirt. He could see so far down Harley's shirt, that even the black cups of her bra were visible as they struggled to support her enormous chesticles as they swung about right in front of him, making his erection even harder, and causing the hot and thick cum in his tender balls to begin oozing out of his purple headed penis and into his Batsuit. Just like when Selena would tease him in bed for hours without letting him cum.


"Too many men in Gotham are missing a ball because of you," Harley laughed to the woman in black. Harley stood up, giving Batman one last look down into her creamy cleavage, and rested her hands on her hips as the two women stood over him, laughing and celebrating his pain in his sensitive little sex organs. The same sex organs that had been owned by Selena Kyle. The same sex organs that had been stimulated by her body so many times only to be left just shy of the edge of ejaculation and placed in sexual purgatory over and over, only releasing after he could work himself like a bike pump and squirt out enough loads that his blue balls returned to their regular shape size and color.


"She kicks a lot of men in the balls, Bats. Don't think you're special to her," Harley cackled down at him. How many different men had she kicked in the testicles? How many times had she been out in Gotham committing crimes? And who was she? How did she know Harley Quinn? And what did she want?

"W... who... are... you...?" Batman choked up at the woman in black.

She knelt down before him, once again showing off her deep seductive cleavage as she wrapped her arm around Batman's shoulder and pulled his face closer into hers. "I am Catwoman... hear me roar..." she hissed at him.