62. Holiday(Oliver Queen and Betsy Braddock)(4/10/2...

So, every now and then, I will be including Oliver or Barry in a chapter with a woman outside of DC. This is one of those chapters. Holiday(Oliver Queen and Betsy Braddock/Psylocke from the X-Men)

Oliver Queen stepped onto the hotel balcony to get some fresh air and enjoy the sunrise. He enjoyed something else, a very beautiful sight. Betsy Braddock, in all of her nude glory, doing naked stretches, and allowing Oliver to see every part of her body. The purple hair framed Betsy’s beautiful face making her look like a particularly naughty angel. Her large supple breasts bounced with each movement, and her muscular, sensual body rippled. Now, Betsy was doing squats, which allowed Oliver to appreciate her nice supple  ass and fine legs. Along with a shaved mound, which preserved the mystery of whether or not the carpet matched the drapes.“Enjoying something you’re seeing, luv?”Betsy’s Asian features, combined with her sexy british accent, never mind she was a bad ass ninja and a mutant to boot, and fit as fuck, pinged several check boxes in Oliver’s mind. He did not bother to disguise the bulge which was forming in his pants.“Everything, Betsy, everything,” Oliver said. “And to think, I came out here to enjoy the sunrise...and today, I get to enjoy so much more.”Oliver took in her beautiful oiled up body. Betsy flashed him a smile and stood up. She bumped her chest into his. Oliver’s muscular, defined chest, just lit Betsy up inside.“Yesterday was all business,” Betsy said. “But now that business is done, we can have pleasure.”Betsy stained the front of Oliver’s pants with her arousal. Oliver Queen’s throbbing erection threatened to bulge from his pants the more Betsy pleased.“Yes, pleasure...and you know all about that, don’t you?” Oliver asked.Betsy teased Oliver with a nice squeeze of his balls, without even putting her hands on him. In fact, Betsy’s hands remained firmly on her hips while fondling Oliver’s swollen nutsac with just the use of her mind.“Look at Mr. Fancy Pants here,” Betsy said to him. “All dressed up...well there’s a dress code.”Two purple knives flickered in the air and Betsy tore into the suit, to reveal Oliver’s muscular body. The scars over his body turned Betsy on and made her loins ache. She liked a man who was durable, a man who was not going to crumble from the first sign of trouble.And Betsy liked trouble. And she liked Oliver, stroking his cock.“Arrow’s already loaded, I see,” Betsy said.“That was my favorite suit,” Oliver said.“Send me the bill, luv,” Betsy said with a saucy smile.Oliver responded to Betsy’s teasing by finally grabbing her ass and pulling her into a kiss. The oil from Betsy’s body slid up and down onto him.Betsy Braddock and Oliver Queen, Psylocke and the Green Arrow, increased their passions with each other. Oliver lifted Betsy’s right leg up and worshipped it in the way that such a divine woman would like to be worshipped. Oliver edged closer to her womanhood and made Betsy just squirm the faster Oliver eased into her.“You just spoil me, darling,” Betsy purred with lust in her eyes.“Always,” Oliver responded. “I always spoil you.”Oliver gave much of the same treatment to Beetsy’s left leg as he did the right. Her toes, so succulent, found their way into Oliver’s mouth to suck them.“Would be unfair...if you did all of the sucking.”With those tantalizing words, Betsy dropped to her knees and gave Oliver head. Her sloppy tongue danced over Oliver before using her soft, pouty lips, to slide all the way down to her. The purple lipstick Betsy had on matched the shade of hair and left her mark all over Oliver’s length.Oliver did not want to do anything to disrupt this moment. Betsy’s throat, tight and wet as could be, pleasured him, alongside of her tongue. Her purple hair wrapped around his waist and shifted ever so slightly to tickle the underside of his balls. Oliver enjoyed the feeling. The heat only increased the faster Oliver plowed inside of Betsy’s mouth. In and out to the point where her lips just popped suddenly on him.Betsy touched her tongue all the way down the length and moaned very aggressively.  She milked Oliver’s hands, using a combination of her own soft, slick hands, and mind fuckery to coax the cum out.Every inch of Oliver’s mind inflamed with nothing but pleasure. Betsy’s large breasts pushing against his legs while deep throating him, her hair brushing against him, it inflamed Oliver all over. Inflamed him so much that he dumped his load down Betsy’s gullet.Betsy swallowed his seed with greed. Pulling back, Betsy locked onto Oliver and stroked him a couple more times, fingers edging down his length.“Thanks for the meal, luv,” Betsy said with one more tantalizing sweep down his cock.Oliver shuddered to a stop from what Betsy was doing. She lapped up all of the cum. One more long kiss caused Oliver to twitch.“Thanks for the meal.”Betsy rose up and invited Oliver to sit down on the chair.“I didn’t finish my squats.”Oliver was not going to say no, especially when he knew what was going to happen. Betsy took her time applying the oil to Oliver’s length, getting him nice and slick.By the time, when the oil application was done, Oliver was stiff and hard. And it helped that Betsy’s ass cheeks rippled up against him and made him stand up straight.“Now, be warned, I will be very upset if I did not finish my workout,” Betsy said. “Now, let’s do this.”Betsy squatted down on Oliver and slid his manhood into her ass. Oliver, always one to enjoy a nice, supple ass burying down onto him, sent a pleasure exploding through his loins. Betsy rubbed Oliver’s balls while squatting up and down.She held the position, feeling the burn. And feeling Oliver’s massive member stretch her ass. And his hands also worked her body in numerous ways. Pulling Betsy’s hair back and kissed her, very aggressively. Those fingers just rubbed back and forth and took Betsy on a ride.Those tight, supple ass cheeks pressing up against him made Oliver just groan. Every time her ass hit Oliver’s balls, a jolt erupted through them. Betsy rose and drop ten times on Oliver’s cock before holding the position on the tenth time for about thirty seconds.She repeated the process, starting up again. Oliver did his best not to disappoint this fine woman and make sure he did not get released too soon. Betsy’s very fine ass was a nice test for Oliver’s stamina.The third time Betsy repeated this, Oliver decided to challenge herself. Digging one finger inside of Betsy caused the woman to ripple back and forth with several rises and several drops. Betsy just broke out into a cry of pleasure the further Oliver slid inside of her body.“Oh, you’re going to try and break me!”“No pain, no gain,” Oliver told her.Oliver kissed Betsy’s neck and groped her chest with the free hand. Those nice round breasts felt so soft, and so good, especially when oiled up. And speaking of the oil, more of it trickled down between Oliver’s legs, the faster he buried into Betsy’s ass.He realized that she subconsciously dumped the oil all over his balls. To allow them to slide up. Oh, the warmth caused from the oil felt good.Betsy lost all sense of the plot and all pretext of the workout. Oliver fingered her while fucking Betsy in her ass. Oh, Betsy thought that she was going to lose it already. Her inner walls clamped down onto Oliver and soaked his fingers.Oliver closed his eyes. Betsy tickled his balls while squeezing him with her ass. This combination might be unbeatable, but Oliver thought spending his time balls deep in some pretty fine pussy over the years and even finer asses, built up Oliver’s endurance. He rocked back and forth, speeding up his actions. He grew closer, closer, closer, to the breaking point. Almost there, but not quite.“Into the home stretch,” Betsy breathed.Betsy fed erotic images into Oliver’s mind, but fell into her own trap of being absorbed too much into the pleasure. The feverish worship Oliver held for Betsy’s ass just sent her completely over the edge.Oliver, tightening around the area of his balls, buried his seed into Betsy’s fine ass. Betsy whipped her head back, sensually screaming out for more.She came just as vigorously as Oliver did. Spurting, oozing, just being sent completely over the edge. All while Oliver finger-banged Betsy into a very sweaty and sticky end.“Smashing that you just smashed my ass,” Betsy said. “But, we made a hell of a mess.”Oliver lightly caressed Betsy’s body and gently kissed her. Until Betsy turned around and laid on kiss to Oliver.“Shower is right across the corner,” Oliver said. “If we can make it that far.”“No...promises.”Betsy and Oliver helped each other out and towards the shower, groping their fine bodies all of the way. The moment their minds connected in mutual pleasure opened up the floodgates and created itches that still needed to be scratched.Thankfully, they conducted their business, because they needed a whole lot of time for pleasure.End.