Barbara’s
still sore clit ached when she received a text on her special Batgirl
phone. She always kept it with her. Hiding it down the front of her
Gotham University school
uniform. A
dark
purple, and black
zebra print push-up bra & fur lined velvet low-rider
volleyball thong with
built-in rubber anal ring.
(Even
without the anal ring she would always have a permanent wedgie up her
canyon sized butt crack.)
The
phone vibrated on a staccato rhythm to notify her when other
superheroines needed her. Feeling
the the rhythm on her clit always made her dazed
and
horney, even after a long fuck.
The
special buttplug was part of her school
uniform, so
she was mostly used to the constant stretching of her tight rosebud.
It’s
long thin plunger stuck out of her plump ass while she moved around,
so
she had to be careful not to accidentally bump it.
If the
plunger got
pushed all the way in, it
stimulated
the nerve cluster a
woman’s
bowels which would force an anal-gasm so powerful she would fall
unconscious. (Something
Catwoman discovered...)
Barbara
knew some of her classmates at Gotham University liked to use the
plunger on themselves even when they weren’t at school. But she
wasn’t like those bimbo sluts just doing it for fun. Barbara only
used the plunger to help her focus. She would just clear her head,
then she could respond to the message.
Giving her own ass a sharp spank and pushing the taper almost
all the way in. Barbara shuddered with
the throbbing pleasure
and fell to her knees in
the hallway. (It
was a good thing her knees never hurt when she fell on them.)
Carefully
standing up again, it almost felt like her uniform
thong was tighter. But that couldn’t be. With
a quick look back at it, her ass looked the same as it always had.
Her exposed buttcheeks a little bigger than basketballs, with a
slight purple glow with gold specks framed by the tight fur and
velvet thong. Ignoring
it she finally looked at her phone.
COME
TO THE KAT’S DEN. BE MY GOOD GIRL
Grabbing
the water fountain for support, she swooned for a moment. Spikes of
arousal radiated from the center of each buttock. The heat spreading
from the center of her her ass cheeks to the whole surface area of
her derriere. She turned to to face the wall. Putting both hands up
for support, she leaned forward arching her back into the presenting
pose she knew was expected of her.
She
turned up the volume of her earbuds to drown out all other noise, and
listening carefully to the music as she was trained to. Lost to the
music, Barbara’s young coed bubble butt twerked to the beats
without any thoughts from her. Still twerking like a dance hall
fuckslut, her hands moved to palm each butt cheek. Pinching hard a
silent grunt escaped her mouth. Holding the uncomfortable pleasurable
pinches for a full ten count her hands released her abused rear.
Still on autopilot, Barbara’s hands went back to her phone and sent
a reply.
YES
DADDY..