Selina Kyle x Valmont - The First Man To Cuck The Bat

Summary: Selina and Bruce were known to have an on and off relationship. And in canon, she hooked up with Valmont, a Middle Eastern thief known for pounding the living good out of his lovers. Selina, it appeared, would be no exception. Bruce, concerned, decides to tune in.

Seeing the love of his life get destroyed by a cock that big humbled him more than Bane. 

Author's Note: Technically canon to Gotham's Reigner. On Patreon, you can find the specific comic pages and gifs this chapter is based on.

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Another time…a long time ago…

Alfred was alive. Gotham City was chaos incarnate. Bruce Wayne fought the hard battles with his son, Damian. 

Bruce Wayne was dreaming.

He saw a dream of death. He saw three Jokers. He saw Selina's corpse beneath their feet. Batman did not understand.

Seeing Selina, seeing Nightwing, his heart shattered. Fear clogged up his lips. And then, it faded to white.

He was cold. He felt naked and exposed.

Suddenly, his vision steadied. He could see again. In front of him was a platform with a pole. He was seated and his legs were bare suddenly.

Bruce Wayne didn't just feel naked, he was naked. "What the hell…?" He looked down and saw his worst nightmare. 

Between his legs, his limp cock. His flaccid cock, three inches long and moderately small for his body. Certainly, on anyone else, it would have been average. Perfect. But for the Batman? This was wrong. This was too small.

"Hello~!"

Ahead came a feline, sultry voice. The type that instantly caused a cum-dripping boner. Bruce, with all his years of self-control, managed only to twitch. Looking up, the spotlights activated and he saw her.

Leaning on the dance pole, back arched, one arm raised up and one leg bent at the knee. The spotlights revealed the gorgeously posed woman. A slut in black leather and with red lips that oozed sex. She turned and faced him.

Bruce's cock twitched again. Three inches became four inches. His jaw clenched tightly as he stared. 

His ex-fiancee. The love of his life. The lovely Cat of Gotham.

"Selina…"

She did not say a word. Instead, she strutted on the platform, her eyes fixed with his. Bruce remained seated and naked despite not wanting to. He wanted to stand up and hug her. He wanted to cloth himself. He wanted to hide his measly cock.

But with Selina…with Selina, it was different. 

He loved her.

She did flawless flips, approaching the next pole, her legs tying around them, her ass cheeks presented proudly. She knew her body well. She knew how it affected men, how it could cause the proud to become shameless quickshots. Selina was the kind of gal that made you toss aside your pride just to be able to tap that pussy of hers. 

Throb, throb, throb.

Her ass cheeks tightened around the pole. Bruce exhaled, unable to look away. His cock pulsed to life, growing until it went four inches…

…

To four and a half inches.

Not everyone was a grower. Gaining only half an inch, Bruce Wayne was the personification of being a shower. Unlucky considering his huge muscles and his incredible height. Pointed upward, the Bat Cock maintained a steady erection. Unable to peek past its limits and remaining modest and small.

So no, contrary to rumours, the Batman was not packing a ginormous schlong. What everyone saw in those trunks was the full extent of it. 

So what? The Bat Cock did not live up to the hype. He still got to plow the best cunts in Gotham City. He was still a billionaire, a god at martial arts and the World's Greatest Detective.

He only had a below average dick. That was it.

Other than that, he had everything—

"Haha, look at that. My brother Bruce is already jumping for joy!"

Bruce wasn't alone here. Upon hearing that familiar voice, he turned and saw three men seated in the same couches as him. All nude, with one heavy older male cackling at Bruce Wayne's erection.

And unfortunately, the remark was made by the one man Bruce could never beat.

"What's wrong? It's me, Ted Grant! Wildcat, your martial arts teacher!"

'Wildcat.' 

Five inch flaccid. Fucking hell, it was longer and thicker than Bruce's biggest erection without trying.

"Mmm, Ted~!" Selina called out, spinning around the pole toward Bruce's former teacher. "My second favourite cock~!"

Ted laughed. Bruce grit his teeth, his own member lurching and trembling. Meanwhile, Ted's cock rose and grew to be a whopping seven inches. More than the length, what struck Bruce was the girth. It was slightly thicker than a coke can and therefore double that of Bruce's. On the six-foot-five wrestler-esque build, it was perfect.

"Mmm, you used to fuck me after every training session " Selina giggled. "To build stamina, you said."

"Well, that is what happened, right Cat?" Ted guffawed. "Stretched your pussy out for three nights once."

Bruce was the World's Greatest Detective. Of course he researched and found out every little detail about Catwoman the first night he met her. Including who she fucked and when she fucked them. So yes, even though in the back of his mind he knew this was a dream, it was also true. Wildcat had railed Selina at a hotel for three nights once. Another time, right after slipping away, Bruce learned he had fucked her again.

Since Wildcat had been his instructor in the ways of wrestling, the two of them were also aware of Bruce's lack of size. Specifically, that Bruce did not stack up to him in that department. He was much smaller and much thinner.

"When I learned you and Lil Brucie were coupling, I was happy. Happy that you got a taste of real dick." Ted, Wildcat, whatever you wanted to call him, it was clear he was proud of what he did. Who wouldn't be? He clapped Catwoman's cheeks and did so while hooking up with Batman. Very few men could claim to do that.

"Indeed."

Said very men were currently in this room. 

Poor Bruce. Wildcat was not the only Catwoman fucker here. The Blond, Sicilian assassin who worked for the Capo, Don Verinni, sat amongst the greats too. He was already erect and six inches. Fuck.

His story was simple: Upon Selina Kyle's arrival to Italy and Verinni's subsequent death, he helped Selina clear her name.

Then he fucked her.

For two whole months. Because he was rich.

Bruce clenched his fist and tore his gaze from the six incher. To his left were men bigger than him and fucked Seline better than him. So fucking what? 

There was one thing they lacked; a connection.

Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. The Bat and the Cat. The stoic-faced detective and the slutty thief. A billionaire with dashing good looks and a tough muscled body tempered by years of training. A low-class woman with an hourglass figure that every female socialite would kill for.

The peak of male physique and the peak of female physique.

Selina did her provocative spin and did so while looking at Bruce alone. Not Wildcat and his even inches and not the Blond and his six inches—but Bruce and his four and a half inches. The smallest of the lot. Selina spun and spun and spun before giggling and finally stopping. She walked, hips swaying, and jumped off the platform.

Bruce's breath hitched. The smell of Chanel and leather…of beauty and cats…this was Selina. She was here. She walked closer. 

"What's wrong, Brucie?" Selina put her hands on her knees as she leaned forward and looked at his raging cock. "Mm, your balls are so full. That's not good."

Four and a half inches were slowly pulsing up to something greater. Bruce exhaled, unable to stop it. "I…can't cum. Not without you, Cat."

After breaking up with her, he did away with all notions of sex. Masturbation was a terrible addiction so he avoided it like a plague.

He hated admitting. He hated his throbbing cock. He felt like a loser. But feeling Selina's snug grip, he relaxed in his seat. Up, down, up, down. Two strokes and more pre-cum spilled out. He was ready to cum already. "S-Selina…"

"Aw, that's so sweet. But you know…" Selina leaned forward. Bruce thought she was going for a kiss. She wasn't. She instead whispered in his ear, "I have other cocks to fuck."

His cock throbbed harder in her hand. His brows narrowed as she leaned back and smirked. "What…?"

Selina pulled him to his feet with a jerk of his cock. Her leather-held breasts pressed bare chest and she drew circles on said chest with a flirty smirk. She was jerking him off, pressing her body up against his, and yet…she didn't want to fuck him. The need for that was not in her eyes. 

"You've heard, haven't you? Of course you have, you're my paranoid little Brucie. I bet if your cock was a little bigger, you wouldn't be the way you are. You would be relaxed." Selina leaned in closer, breasts squished to his chest, and she jerked him twice as fast. "He's eight inches."

His cock fucking lurched and spat pre-cum. Eight inches. 

"Eight…inches."

That was perhaps the most terrifying number to a man. It was real. Any of your girlfriend's exes could have eight inches of cock. Any one of them could have plowed her with a bigger cock than your measly four inches. It was big yet not too big. It was fulfilling for the ladies and the stuff of dreams for the men.

Eight inches.

Bruce's breath hitched. 

'It's just a dream,' he told himself. 

Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! 

So, the great Batman allowed it. He let his cock get jerked off while Selina giggled at his reaction. She pulled back, breasts and hands leaving him. Bruce's raging red cock did not calm down.

"It looks quite cute right now~" Selina peered down, her tongue slipping out to give a quick lick. "And big. Mm, let's see now."

From her waist, where her whip tended to hang, Selina got a ruler. Yellow and measuring at a footlong, Bruce stepped back. The ruler suddenly seemed more terrifying than even Bane.

"Five inches and you get a handjob. Six and you might get to fuck me."

"T-that's…"

Selina grabbed him by the balls and got him to straighten up. Bruce, a giant man, was helpless. Partly because she had him by the balls and partly because he wanted to be. Selina was keeping eye contact as she slowly released him. Then, she lowered herself, still keeping eye contact and still smiling that sexy smile. The ruler went up along his throbbing cock.

Bruce pushed all the energy in his muscled body toward it. 'Come on, come one…!' 

Bruce's cock throbbed madly. Selina cooed, measuring it eagerly. She counted each inch and stopped when it reached four inches. "We're aiming for five inches. Almost there…almost there…"

Cone on, come on. He was the goddamn Batman! Throb, throb, throb! His cock was bursting! Nearly about to cum—

"Aw." She rescinded the ruler and Bruce's cock lost its madness. "Not even five inches."

Selina went back to her full height and proceeded to unzip her suit down to the navel. Bruce opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. She placed the ruler back into her breasts and then smiled. "Good try, Bruce. But…" She walked, ass swaying, and latched onto a man that had not been there before.

His skin was a semi-dark shade of brown and his smirk was oozing arrogance. He was equally tall as the Batman but his cock…well, let's just say it was the eight inch terror was a terror for a reason. Selina slipped a hand and began jerking the big cock off. Bruce stood there, fists clenched.

This brown man hailed from a small Middle Eastern country called Bialyan. Arrogant and known for his high libido, he was rumoured to be Selina's new lover.

Valmont. 

Valmont did not need to say a word. He was bigger than Bruce and that alone proved his superiority. Even so, Bruce turned to face him, his member bobbing.

"Oh my. He's double your size and you want to challenge him?" Selina cackled and continued jerking off her new boytoy. "Oh Bruce, you're so cute."

"I'm Batman," he insisted.

"Wake up, Batman. Wake up, my little Bruce." Selina kissed Valmont on the chin and then gave Bruce a little. "Wake up~!"

Bruce Wayne opened his eyes. He was back in his room. Immediately, he felt a tingly sensation in his balls. He checked under his covers.

Bruce winced. He had jizzed in his boxers. Fuck. 

He inhaled and then threw his legs over the bed. This wasn't Wayne Manor, he had lost it not long ago. No, this was an apartment near Crime Alley. This was one of his many new homes. 

'I never dream unless I want to.'

It was true. Dreaming of Catwoman, of Joker and his wanton destruction, this had never happened. Batman had travelled the world and learned to control his dreams. Even when sleeping, he did not wish to waste time. He had to focus on the mission.

'To use my subconscious to piece together a mystery.'

Yet instead of thinking of the mystery, he had a wet dream of getting cucked by Selina's new boyfriend, Valmont. He clenched his fist, grabbed his phone from the side table, and stood up. He scrolled down his contacts and found the woman he was searching for.

Without thinking, he called her.

His tiny cock twitched in his boxers.

The call was accepted.

"Selina."

"Bruce?" Ah, it was the same as in the dream. Husky and seductive without trying. "What's going on? Are you—"

"I'm fine. Just thinking about you. Wondering…if everything is alright."

"I'm good. Keeping busy, you know me…" Selina paused and smiled. "I'm sure you're the same. Back in Gotham, forever a fire to put out. I heard the uber-rich are being hunted. Hope you're watching your back—"

He could hear her moving and sitting on the bed. He imagined what she was wearing. Pink or purple lingerie, he suspected. She always loved waking up in those. 

But then Bruce's heart sank.

"Don't tell me you're ordering takeout…" A deep, manly voice entered the fray, too close to be an acquaintance. "...when I just made coffee."

"Valmont! I'm on the phone!" Selina yelled.

'Great. Just great. Her new boyfriend.' 

Bruce inhaled sharply. Selina must have heard that because she quickly went to explain herself. 

"Bruce, I need to—"

"It's okay. I've got to go."

Beep!

The call ended.

Selina was getting pounded by some hung Middle-Eastern fuckboy. So what? He had a job to do. He had Batman. 

Plus, everyone knew that the Bat and the Cat always came together. She could fuck a thousand men, be as slutty as possible, but his four incher was what she truly desired. 

…right?

'It's clear my mind needs to let go of the past. And there's a murderer on the loose, so the future can wait. The present needs a firm hand. The city needs me to go to war.'

Don't think about it. Don't think about the man that was railing the love of his life. Don't think about him having a bigger cock and ruining Selina's pussy for him.

Don't think about Valmont.

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Valmont was a reflection of Bruce Wayne. Six-foot-three, jacked, and most of all, a playboy. Unlike the Prince of Gotham, his bathrobe always hung loose. Always remained untied to expose what lay between his legs.

A five inch flaccid cock.

A cock that surpassed that of the average male.

Valmont took in the woman before him. In her panties and bra, Selina looked breathtaking, her skin glowing in the morning light. He set the coffee cups down on the side table.

"Was that Batman?" he asked politely. 

Selina didn't look back and answered, "Yuh-huh."

Ha, the Batman. The Great Batman. The almighty lover of the sensual Catwoman.

Now, she was his. 

The robe dropped. What sprouted from between his legs was an eight-inch monster cock. A single shade darker than the rest of his body and accompanied by weighty egg-sized balls, he was the definition of a stud. His abs and leg muscles were evident and made up for a mouth-watering figure.

 Selina peered over her shoulder and went wide-eyed. That thing was big. Much bigger than whatever Bruce was packing. She licked her lips and slowly turned. 

Valmont did not take a single step forward. His cock bobbed up and down, tempting her like the devil. "Lick my nutsack."

"Oh my, so eager. Where are you from again?"

"Bialyan. Middle-east, north of Iran and Saudi Arabia."

"So a different type of BBC. Me likey."

Seliba Kyle, regardless of her slutty tendencies, was fond of Batman. She never badmouthed and she was always getting men to compete over whether they could fuck better than the Dark Knight. So despite seeing the bigger tool, she did not make a comment on how much bigger Valmont was. All she did was crawl over to his cock and do as he said.

Her head went down and licked his nutsack.

"Today, I'm going to get you to admit that I'm bigger and better than him."

Selina went up the nutsack, through the underside of his shaft, and then kissed the crown of his brown cock. "Mwah! We'll see about that, honey."

Valmont's cock twitched at her words, and he took a slow, deliberate step into the room. "Is that so, princess?" he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "You're quite protective over Batman, aren't you?"

Selina slashed a tongue across the tip of his fat cock. "So? Prove it to me, Valmont. Make me forget all about Batman. Make me admit that you're the better man. Right here, right now."

Valmont's smirk widened, and he slipped his cock inside her mouth, his confidence radiating from every pore. "As you wish, my dear."

Selina swallowed five inches of his big cock with ease and then reeled back for another kiss.

Selina stood up and unhooked her bra, revealing her bare, voluptuous body and the tits on them. Her nipples were already puckered with desire. "I'm not known for backing down from a challenge, Valmont. Now, what will you do?"

Valmont's eyes darkened with pure lust as he took in the sight of her naked body. He approached her slowly, his hands reaching out to trace the curves of her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her taut nipples. Valmont's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he lowered his head to capture her mouth in a hungry kiss. Their tongues dueled as he backed her towards the bed, his hands roaming over her body with possession. He lay her onto the soft mattress, his eyes never leaving hers.

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread thighs. Not with his cock, however. 

Raising her legs, she slipped off her panties. Her pussy was right there.

"Hold on tight because I'm about to show you why they call me Valmont."

With that, his tongue glided up her pussylips, then traveled up to her clit. At the same time, his fingers teased her wet folds. Selina gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her.

"Yes... there..." she moaned, her hands grasping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "Oh, God, Valmont, you feel so fucking good."

His tongue traced a path up and down her pelvis, and he paused to flick his tongue into her pussy again, causing her to giggle. Then, without warning, he slid up, his mouth covering her swollen pussy lips. Selina cried out, her hips bucking as his tongue danced over her clit, sending streaks of pleasure through her.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed, her hands tangling in his hair as she ground her pussy against his mouth. "Come on, Valmont! Make me cum all over that magical tongue!"

Valmont obliged, licking and sucking at her sweet pussy, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, pulling her closer. Selina writhed and moaned, her body on fire as he devoured her, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to bring her to the brink.

Selina's body tensed, and she cried out as the orgasm crashed over her. Valmont lapped at her juices, his hands never stopping their assault on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"That... that was incredible," Selina panted, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. "But now, Valmont... now I want to feel that cock inside me."

Valmont raised himself up, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. "As you wish, my beauty," he murmured, before pushing slowly inside her tight heat.

Selina gasped as he filled her, her eyes widening. Very quickly, three and four and five inches went inside. "Ngggh~!" She huffed, her cunt stretching to accommodate his thickness. "It feels so fucking good~!" 

"Ha, of course it does."

Valmont began to move, pulling out four inches—the totality of Bruce—before slamming back into her. He picked up her legs and hoisted them over her shoulder. Thrust, thrust, thrust! His hips slapped against her ass cheeks. Selina moaned out with each thrust, her nails digging into the bedsheets as he pounded her into the mattress.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes~! That's iittt~! Dick me down, big boy!"

His cock throbbed and thickened. His thrusts grew faster and faster. Selina threw her head back, gasping and smiling. She loved this.

"Yesssss~! Mmmm, yes, that dick! So big! So deep~!" 

Valmont grinned. Before this, he had taken a pill made straight by LexCorp. His cock throbbed again. Selina moaned and gasped. 

"S-so deeeeep~! Valmont~!"

"The biggest!?"

His question was answered by a loud moan. Eight inches? No, no, no, Selina was dealing with nine inches of cock. Officially double Bruce's size even though he didn't know it. 

"Yes!" she screamed, her body on fire with desire. "Harder, Valmont! Fuck me harder~! I'm almost there~! Almost thereeee~!"

Valmont had to do what was he obligated to do: fuck Selina so hard that she moaned his name and never Bruce's. He increased the pace and power of his thrusts. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her ass. Suddenly, Selina's legs tightened down on his shoulders and she met his thrusts with her own, their bodies slapping together in a furious rhythm.

What a fucking woman. Even in this position, she was defying him. 

"That's it, take it all," Valmont grunted, grinning. "You're so fucking tight, squeezing my cock like a vise. I can tell—Batman never got this deep."

"Haa…haaah….! Ohh~!" Selina threw her head back, her breasts bouncing. "Fuck, yes! Yes, you're deeper than Batman!"

Yes. Yes, yes, yes! There it was! The admission! The submission!

His cock roared with life. Selina gasped and clutched onto the bedsheets. Her own counters were weakening. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"Say it!" Valmont yelled. "Say I'm bigger!"

"Ngggghhh~!" A gasp and a moan followed. Her cunt clamped down. "T-that's—!"

"Say it~!"

He was bigger. He was! Selina's face contorted, unable to help the pressure.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum!"

Valmont felt her pussy clench around his cock, and he knew she was on the edge. With a few more well-placed thrusts, she screamed—

"Cumming~!" 

—and her body shook as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. But Valmont didn't stop. No, instead he grabbed her waist, picked her up, and began fucking her while standing. All the while Catwoman orgasmed and reached for the familiar grip of the bedsheet.

Valmont pounded her. Nine inches of cock destroying her insides, giving her that deep-seated pleasure.

"Mmmmpppph~! Nggghhh~! Gssskkkkk~! V-Valmmooont~!" Her head was bouncing and her tongue fell out. Each thrust was driving her crazy. Each thrust slapped her ass with his balls. 

Valmont grinned and gripped said ass cheeks with his fingers. He pulled her deeper, fucked her hard.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"Gonna cum soon, gonna cum soon~!" Selina's breasts heaved as she slowly regained control of herself. "You're sooo gooood~! Soo goood~! I love your cock~!"

Balls-slapping and breasts pressed to his chest. Moaning and begging and enjoying his dick. This was Catwoman currently. This was Batman's lover.

Getting railed by a brown man from the Middle East. Getting her pussy obliterated by his terrifying nine inches of cock. His hefty sack smacked her ass and her moans only grew louder. 

Valmont felt his own release building, an irresistible tide of pleasure surging through him. Selina could immediately feel it, like it was a six sense.

"Ha~! Cum for me, Valmont," she panted, her nails nearly drawing blood as she dug them into his shoulders. "Fill me with your hot seed~! Cum inssssside~!" 

He couldn't hold back. The thing about Selina's pussy was that it was almost wet as fuck. So wet that all you wanted to do was fuck it. Due to that greed, Valmont got too ahead of himself. In ten minutes, he was ready to cum.

Typically, it took him an hour to cum. Selina was different from all the other women he plowed, clearly.

"Here it is then!" Thrust, thrust, thrust! His fingers refused to release her ass cheeks. "My cum! I'm going to make sure to erase any sign that Batman was here!" Slap! "This pussy is mine!" 

With a roar, Valmont surrendered to the pleasure, his cock swelling. He emptied himself deep into her waiting hole. Selina cried out as she felt his cum splashing against her walls, her own orgasm prolonging, spurred on by the feeling of his hot seed filling her.

They stood their, their breath coming in harsh gasps as they came down from their passion-fueled high. Valmont's cock softened, slipping out of her well-fucked pussy with a wet plop. 

This was Valmont. This was the first man to ever cuck the legendary Batman.

Did he know? Did he see?

Yes. Yes, he did. Bruce Wayne, just a week later, would be doing research on Selina's whereabouts, hacking into the hotel's CCTV, and seeing everything.

Bruce went wide-eyed when he saw Valmont's robe drop and his eight inches bounce out. His worst nightmare had come true. This man was packing.

By then, his stomach had dropped.

But then came the actual sex. Valmont ate her out (which Bruce never did) and then proceeded to rail her senseless. She even admitted that he fucked her deeper than Bruce.

It sucked. He hated it. He hated seeing Selina like this. He knew she was a slut and that part of her was in fact one of the many reasons he was attracted to her. But this...knowing and seeing that she got fucked by such a huge cock...

Despite being in costume, Bruce whipped out cock. He had to see this till the end. 

Bruce's four inch cock busted in his seat and tainted the keyboard of the BatComputer while Valmont's flaccid five incher schlicked out of her creampied cunt.

"Selina…"

Both Valmont and future Bruce murmured. her name. Valmont with a big smirk and Bruce with disoriented eyes staring at his own smaller dick.

Catwoman smirked.

"Aw, all tuckered out?" Selina teased and licked her lips. "Sorry to say but this cat is currently in heat."

Her legs long since locked around him, she reached down for his member and…

…

…

…

Eight hours of straight fucking. Eight hours of Bruce listening to his soulmate get obliterated.

The BatComputer's monitor shined upon Bruce's shrivelled up cock. After eight hours of jerking off, all he could mutter was her name.

"Selina..."

Bruce's balls had long since emptied. But Valmont? Those egg-sized testicles were big for a reason. He kept going. 

"VALMONNNT~!" 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssh~! I loveee it~! I love this diiiick~! So big~! So deeeep~! I loooove itttt~!"

Valmont was pounding into Selina doggy-style. Holding onto her ass cheeks, thumbs digging in, and hurling his pelvis forward. Her full, plump breasts and the curves that drove Valmont wild were in Valmont's hands. He was holding them, groping them, and fucking Selina's cunt as he did so.

Selina, a woman with an insatiable appetite, couldn't get enough of her lover's thick, Middle Eastern cock. She moaned and cried out in delight as Valmont thrust into her from behind, taking her doggy-style for the past hour on the plush bed. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white as she urged him on, encouraging his primal instincts.

"Yes, Valmont, fuck me harder!" Selina purred. "Haa! Haa~! Fill me up with that delicious cock~! I want to feel every inch of you inside me~!

Valmont grunted in response, his breath hot on the back of Selina's neck as he obeyed her command. He slammed into her with fervor, his hips snapping forward with each stroke, driving his nine inches deep into her wet, welcoming womb. Selina's pussy clenched around him, her inner muscles massaging his shaft.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal rhythm that matched the beat of their hearts. Valmont's hands grasped Selina's slender waist, his fingers leaving red imprints on her creamy skin as he held her in place, ensuring every thrust hit her sweet spot. Her ass, heart-shaped and perfectly rounded, jiggled with each powerful stroke, a sight that made Valmont's dick throb with pleasure.

As the tension built, Valmont's grunts became more frequent, his body tensing as he neared his climax. Selina, sensing his impending release, pushed back against him, her ass meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.

"Cum for me, baby," she whispered, her voice raspy. "Fill my tight pussy with your hot load. I want to feel you explode inside me~!"

Her words were like a trigger, and Valmont's body convulsed as he unleashed a torrent of hot cum deep into Selina's waiting depths. He roared, his voice echoing off the walls, as he emptied his balls, his essence coating her inner walls. Selina's pussy clamped down on his sensitive cock, milking him, drawing out every last drop.

The sensation was overwhelming, and Valmont fell back on his butt, then flat. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. But Selina, the insatiable minx, was far from done. She had not released him yet. She was on top of him, her hips slowly grinding, wanting that cock to revitalizing itself.

But it didn't.

This was Valmont's limit. 

"Done already?" Selina pouted. Slowly, she extricated herself from the man beneath, her pussy glistening with their combined juices.

Selina sat on the edge of the bed and stretched her arms high in the air, tits jiggling. Her expression was bright and happy with a smile. "That was a lot of fun, Valmont."

She looked back and kissed him on the cheek. Valmont's eyes remained half open, his flaccid cock shrivelling up from the drainage. He had done marathons but never eight hours.

"I…"

She put a finger to his lips. "Don't be ashamed, you're double Bruce's size and you lasted three times as long."

Selina got up from the bed and walked away, cum dripping, smiling. Valmont stared at her swaying hips, his cock twitching and failing to garner strength. He, just like Batman, could not defeat Catwoman.

As for Bruce, he didn't see or hear any of this. His nutsack was drained just like Valmont and his mind was warped by the sheer number of times he heard Catwoman orgasm. There really was no comparison here.

Valmont was better.