Camgirl Vigilantism

When Barbara squeezed her pretty blue eyes shut, the masked thugs had a prime opportunity to beat a hasty retreat and evade the long arm of the law. There was no way she'd come after them while she was getting off, and probably not in her afterglow -- but instead their cocks bade them to stick around, hopeful that they might get lucky, that she might want to replace her famous batabrator with the real deal.

And when they could hear the distant sirens wailing, it was too late to get up and go anyway. Barbara bit down harder on her bottom lip, trying and failing to simply will herself into cumming before any of her father's employees could bumble through the broken door and see, unbeknownst to them, their boss' daughter masturbating in the middle of an interrupted B&E. The first patrol car's tires squealed to a stop and the first officers on the scene cautiously approached the door.

They didn't see their boss' daughter masturbating. They ended up watching her cum, though they could hear her first. Though the officers were supposed to wait for the rest of their back-up to arrive, Barbara's squealing, moaning cry made them rush inside, certain a hostage had just been given a lethal lead injection. "Goddamnit," one of them breathed as they lowered their sidearm, awkward but confident the situation was well in hand. "This is the third time this week, Batgirl."

But Barbara didn't hear him, her quivering thighs afflicting her knees with their shakiness. Groaning breathlessly, the cam girl slumped down, shudders and aftershocks running through her body. Clutching her precious batabrator in one hand, she fumbled around her utility belt for the other one, mindlessly knowing by rote that she had to get away before the police showed up, dimly aware they were already on the scene.

She grabbed a smoke bomb and threw it at the ground right before her. By the time the cloud wafted out of the store, she was long gone.

* * * * *

Barbara loved her job. It was the only way she could think of to make money without sacrificing her education or her crime fighting. At first she told herself that she was just doing it for the money and that she would stop when she had enough cash to get through school and remove the stupid popcorn ceiling from her condo, but she kept putting it off. She kept moving her personal goal posts, but her loyal subscribers kept meeting them.

One day, she finally told herself that if she hit one million subs, that would be it. She'd strip the stupid ceiling bare and be dumb with being a cam girl, a cam whore, a cam whatever. She had started the night at 975k. As she settled in on her rooftop base of operations, still shivering occasionally from her recent orgasm, she checked and saw she was twenty thousand over a million.

She tried not to grin. She tried to remind herself she was supposed to be quitting. Instead, she felt a rising sense of excitement in her belly, and a fresh wave of arousal take over her body. But Barbara knew she couldn't help herself, not with the achievement she just hit. The single most viewed and most subscribed cam girl in history, probably for perpetuity. And there was the matter of the one million sub raffle. One lucky fan in Gotham was about to get the fuck of their life, considering Barbara hadn't had a cock to play with in what felt like forever.

Resuming her stream, she announced the good news and popped open a random number generator to make the fateful draw.

* * * * *

He left the window open for her, just like she told him to.

Barbara took in a deep breath and fought back the wanton smile that threatened to take over her facial features, not wanting the lucky fan who won the raffle to know how really eager she was to ride his cock. This was going to be more special than that. John -- that's the name she told him to use for the evening, she didn't want him to get doxxed by another jealous fan -- was a virgin. She wasn't just going to end her dry spell, she was going to pop his cherry, a first for her just like it was for him.

Switching on her body cam, the heroine slipped inside and took a look around the apartment. "Hey, guys," she whispered softly to her audience. "Tonight, I'm live from the raffle winner's house. He knows that I'm coming... but he doesn't know when." That was a lie, of course, just something to spice up the show. Randomly bursting into a stranger's house for an (admittedly expected) surprise fuck would be a bit creepy of her, after all. The lucky fan had some simple instructions: be ready in bed by one AM, and pretend to be asleep.

She removed the camera from its spot on her utility belt, turning it around and giving a slim smile up into its lens. Though she was able to resist her lust affecting her smile, she couldn't keep the aroused flush from creeping up her neck and up her cheeks. Tonight, Barbara was only wearing her cowl and utility belt. Once things kicked off, she didn't want to have to fuck around with getting her clothes off. "This is what he's getting tonight," she murmured to her loyal fans, panning the camera down to show them just how tight her nipples were, and how her pussy was flushed dark and swollen, shaved smooth that morning. "And what any of you might get when I hit two million subscribers," she added impulsively.

Barbara sure as hell wasn't quitting at the peak of her lucrative career. Maybe when she hit three million she would reevaluate things. "Now," she whispered to her audience, turning the camera back around and beginning to creep through the rooms. "Let's go find the lucky man of the hour." She wished she could watch the chat while this was going on. Maybe at some point, she'd get Lucius to build some kind of overlay into her cowl.

Of course, Barbara didn't have to go looking for where the bedroom was. She had already explored the apartment thoroughly while John was out earlier that evening, making sure he didn't have any cameras installed to capture the action, or any supervillains in the wings waiting to take advantage of Barbara's state.

Gently, she pushed open the door he left slightly ajar and slid inside, glancing around. He had the lights on dim, which suited her just fine. It was better than the camera displaying the entire (and quite literal) shebang in the bodycam's night vision mode. She stuck the device on the wall and blew a kiss and a wink to her audience at home, then turned and prowled up to the side of the bed.

John lay on his side and under the covers, fighting his own grin back and keeping his eyes tightly shut. Barbara smiled wryly to herself, glad the camera couldn't see him -- not that anyone was likely to focus on him over her. She reached down and grabbed the duvet, peeling it back to reveal the naked man waiting for her just underneath. What she found was far more than she expected. Barbara of course did more homework than just scout out John's apartment -- she was going to be fucking him bareback and needed to know that was safe. She knew from that research he was a skinny, limber guy, and she knew from his confession that he was a virgin.

But holy fuck, she never would have expected him to have such a massive dick. Barbara's lips parted automatically, her mouth beginning to water thoughtlessly. She thought the two thugs from the other night were hung, but John's cock put them to shame. And he was a virgin? "Good fucking god," she whispered to herself. "What a monster." She meant that in the best way possible, of course, at least for the most part. Barbara swung a leg up on the bed and crawled forward, placing a hand on John's hip and tugging on it to roll him onto his back.

"Jonathan Smith," Barbara growled, low and feminine, as the man opened his eyes, wide awake and clearly not asleep at all. He lost the fight to hold back his grin, though it turned tentative at her tone. "You've failed the women of Gotham City, hiding this glorious cock from them. Tonight, I have to punish you for that," she threatened him, her soft hands going to his thighs and urging them open so she could crawl between them, putting her face just a few inches away from his hard and eager cock. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

"Uh..." Though Barbara's tone had caught John off guard, her words eased his nerves. He flushed with nervous excitement, grinning almost like a kid in a candy store. "Sorry about that?" he tried, though Barbara barely heard him. His breath hitched as she came to rest her slender digits more fully on his inner thigh, and it caught entirely as her other hand's fingers curled just under the crown of his cock, giving a slow stroke down his thick length. "Shit," he grunted. "I'm not--"

"--sorry at all?" Barbara interrupted, her fingers shifting, flattening her palm against the base of pelvis. She smirked up at him, her eyes lidding heavily. "We'll see how you feel by the end of this, cockboy." The daughter of Gotham's police commissioner licked her full lips, then darted in to kiss the underside of her virgin fan's cock, shutting him up entirely. She began to trail her way up his dick, peppering him with tiny kisses and kitten licks that soon left that side of his shaft damp with her worshipful love and saliva.

"Honestly," she breathed as she reached the crown of his cock, her warm breath washing hot and warm over his sensitive skin, "the fucking gall you've got, walking around with this monster in your pants and never letting it out to play." Barbara smirked up at him, her eyes gleaming with lust as she teased him. Her fingers curled around his cock again, stroking halfway up his shaft as she wriggled in closer to his thighs. "You're worse than a thousand Riddlers, easily. With a superpower like this, think of all the good you could do for Gotham's horny damsels."

John laughed, warming Barbara's heart. She was glad he could take a little honest ribbing, cut as it was with a very genuine compliment. That said, she didn't want him laughing right now. Now that she was closer to his cock, she could lift her head and kiss the underside of his dick's regal crown, then flick her tongue out to tease its underside. That put a quick end to his mirth, and he sucked in an audible breath a moment later when her tongue ran over the little slit that would soon give her a bounty of cum.

Barbara leaned her head back from him. She didn't need to fake the soft moan that let him know just how satisfied she was with his taste, his stiffness, his warmth. "Tell me honestly," she whispered as though she were confiding in him, knowing that she was breaking character and knowing that her audience could hear every word of it, "Are you really a virgin? I expected you to bust the moment my tongue touched you," she continued, half-teasing him with her honesty.

"Y-yeah, I wasn't lying--" John began, quick and earnest, but Barbara interrupted his answer, tilting his cock down and slapping its head against her cheek and then the flat of her tongue, a wanton amusement playing openly across her face at his groan. She played with him a moment longer, nuzzling her cheek into the thick head of his dick, then started to kiss her way right back down his incredible shaft once more. This time, she went lower than his base, running her tongue over the wrinkled pouch that held his testicles, relishing not just his taste and smell but the sound of him moaning his appreciation. "Oh, fuck," he whispered.

And that was before she took one of his nuts into her mouth, her hand slip-sliding up and down his length while she worshipped his balls. Though she would never admit it out loud, Barbara loved a good pair of balls almost as much as she loved a big cock. They were always fun to play with -- a reliable weak spot on any man that could transform even the most stoic billionaire or dark knight into putty.

That was something she could attest to from experience. Sucking Bruce's cock was just a way for her to get back at Dick, but even Gotham's original caped crusader's cock paled when it came to her John's dick. Barbara marveled at her sheer luck that it was him, out of all her fans, that won the raffle. Once she left both of his balls damp, Barbara once again kissed and licked her way up his shaft, flattening her palm against the base of his pelvis again. "Hey," she whispered to him, her lips curling with a smile that she knew was slutty. "Do you want to see a magic trick?" she asked, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his cock.

"Uh..." John wetted his lips. "Yeah," he told her, his eyelids hanging heavy over his eyes. She probably could have gotten him to say yes to anything at that point, but Barbara knew that with great power came great responsibility. For an almost completely normal human woman, great cocksucking was one hell of a power. Barbara's slutty smile turned into a fleeting grin, displayed for only a second before she parted her lips and took him into the warm, wet sanctity of her mouth.

It had been a while since Barbara had deepthroated a real dick. Both she and John were lucky that she had been practicing with her biggest batdildo. The head of his cock was only in her mouth for a split second before it was passing through, penetrating her throat and obstructing her precious airway. Barbara didn't stop or slow for a second, leaning up and bowing her head over his cock, swallowing inch after inch of it while improbably keeping her gag reflex from kicking in. "Oh, fuck," John moaned out. Up until that point, he had been a good boy and had managed to keep his hands to himself, fingers knotting in the sheets under him. She didn't begrudge him grabbing the sides of her cowl and pushing lightly down. More than anything, she was impressed that he still hadn't nutted.

Barbara let her glistening eyes close entirely, moaning around him in turn and sealing her lips around his thickness, letting her humming vibrations carry through him. She sucked in a breath through her nostrils, sure she had swallowed as much as she could possibly manage, but wanting to go all the way for her first fan fuck. After a pause, she swallowed and swallowed, working her tight throat muscles while pushing her head willingly down on him. The only daughter of Gotham's police commissioner could feel this stranger's short and curlies brush against her lips, but the base of his pelvis eluded her.

Even with all her practice, she wasn't used to having something in her throat this long, or this deep. Her gag reflex was starting to come into play, trying to force out the invader, not caring one bit that Barbara had practically taken his cock by the hand and led him inside her. Just a little more-- she thought.

Kissing John's pelvis with his cock lodged in her throat became Barbara's only care in the world, her obsession. She slid her hand off his base entirely, grabbing his other thigh and squeezing the muscles on both as she fought and forced her way down, tears leaking from her eyes and trailing down the cheeks of her cowl. Beneath it, her real cheeks were burning bright with an aroused flush and an angry strain.

And then -- the last inch gave way, and she could feel her lips pillow her face against him. She moaned around him, half happy and half relieved, giving the glorious cock the kiss it really deserved before beginning to pull off of him, popping off his cock with a giant gasp. "Oh, fuck," she groaned breathlessly, hanging strands of saliva still connecting him to her. "You-- still haven't cummed," she observed as she panted for breath, slowly pushing herself up from her prone position. "God damn, John."

"I'm close," her lucky fan mumbled, his gaze caught by the sway of her breasts. Barbara gave him a trembling grin, unable to hold the expression steady while she fought to fill her lungs with fresh air. She knew just the thing to give him, if that was the case. Wordlessly, she shifted and scooted back on the bed, crooking a finger at him right before she sank on to her back.

"C'mon and fuck it out on my tits, then," Barbara murmured, her voice hot and heavy with lust. Her pussy was mewling desperately for his cock now, but she didn't want to put it in and then have him pop mere moments in, depriving her audience of the main event -- and probably ruining her chances at her own orgasm. John crawled forward and quickly straddled Barbara's chest, just in time to stick his cock between her heavy breasts as she cupped them and squeezed them together. She grinned up at him with unabashed lust as he began to clumsily thrust his hips, his hefty balls dragging wetly along her body with each wild pump. It rid her of any doubt that he was a virgin -- the fucker had just won the genetic lottery and wasted his incredible luck up until this point. "C'mon," she urged him, moving her breasts in tandem with his thrusts, keeping him wrapped in their soft warmth. "C'mon and cum for me, baby."

He was a good boy. He did what he was told, for the most part. Barbara expected to receive his thick load on her breasts, the perfect canvas for his white paint. He ended up cumming while thrusting up, the head of his cock poking out between the top of her breasts. She half-gasped and half-shrieked as he shot his load over her face, catching her off guard and making her quickly close her eyes. Either his balls were just as ridiculous as his cock and sexual stamina, or the motherfucker hadn't masturbated in weeks. Rope after rope splashed Barbara's face and cowl, enough that she was sure he could have filled a small bucket -- a small exaggeration, but not too far off the mark. The last few shots hit her neck and her chest.

"Fuck," John groaned as he pulled off her, falling back on his ass on the bed to Barbara's side.

"Fuck," Barbara groaned at the exact same time, blinking her eyes rapidly before reaching up to swipe cum off of her eyelids and clear it from her eyelashes. She was going to need to spray down her cowl later and wipe it clean -- but she wasn't exactly mad about it. The redheaded vigilante flicked out her tongue and lapped up the cum that was left on and around her lips, then sat up slowly, pillaring her weight on one hand. "Fuck," she repeated with emphasis, almost giggling with horny glee. "You're... incredible."

"T--thanks," John gasped, closing his eyes and leaning back, just panting for breath, his afterglow hitting him like a bag of bricks. Unluckily for him, it wasn't one Barbara intended to let him enjoy until she could lay there and enjoy it with him. She crawled right back between his carelessly splayed thighs, bowing her head once more over his lap and taking his softening cock right back into her mouth, licking the last drips of his thick and delicious load off his slit. "Oh, shit!" Though he gasped and squirmed back reflexively, overly sensitive after cumming, she grabbed his thigh and refused to let go, cleaning him thoroughly. Her other hand dipped under to gently play with his balls, her tongue and fingers working together to restore his cock to its full glory.

He really did win the genetic lottery. His refractory period was just unfair to other men. Barbara popped her lips off him one more time, her now swollen lips parting in a grin that matched the whorish gleam in her bright blue eyes. She forgot all about her roleplay or how she should be 'punishing' him for holding out on Gotham's ladies, quickly twisting her hips around and dropping to all fours. Barbara glanced over her shoulder at him as she slid her knees apart and wiggled her hips at him, shaking her peachy bubble of an ass enticingly. "Fuck me," she demanded, her voice throaty with need. "Get that thick, big cock of yours in my tight little pussy and fuck me like the bat bitch I am."