“Well,” Oswald begins after a moment of silence. He’s too tired and eager to keep the game up for very long. “I’m gettin’ close to finishing up here. So eh, how’s about you gettin’ me close to finishing down there? I could use a little nightcap.”

It’s often been said that the Penguin has a silver tongue, that he always knows just what to say and just how to say it to get exactly what he wants. With you, though, there is rarely any unnecessary flattery. He can be sweet, of course, but it doesn’t feel as if he’s only telling you what you want to hear. You do enjoy his lack of finesse with you, though. Maybe he is just telling you what you want to hear.

“C’mon now. Suck Mister Cobblepot’s cock.”

You feel his hand on the back of your head. Oswald gently strokes your hair for a moment, then guides you down from his belly to his crotch. He rolls his hips, grinding his clothed erection against your cheek. Pervert, you think. But you’re one, too.

“Yes, sir.”

You nuzzle the gangster’s crotch for a moment before leaning back, your hands reaching up to unbuckle his belt. His belly hangs over the waistline of his pants and you want so very badly to just rub it for a little while, but Oswald wants you to get to work, and you don’t want to keep him waiting.

Your hands slip beneath the curve of Oswald’s ample belly and hook into his waistband. With a quick twist and a zip, and some waddling from his part, you’re tugging his briefs and pants down to his calves. The man breathes a sigh of relief now that his erection is free of its fabric confines.

You’ve seen this scene before. It happens damn near every weekend. That doesn’t stop you from admiring it, though. Oswald’s thick thighs spread apart for you, his big, heavy balls hanging between them and his cock throbbing beneath his belly. It’s a mouthwatering sight, and you can hardly wait to taste him.

You lean forward, the hand on the back of your head little more than a suggestion to make Oswald feel in control, and press your lips to the shaft of his erection. It isn’t the longest cock in town, standing only about five inches from base to tip, but it’s quite girthy.

Your eyes fall shut and you inhale deeply, breathing in Mister Cobblepot’s scent. He smells richly masculine, salty and just a little sharp. You could breathe in his musk for the rest of the night and still you’d want more. You kiss down his shaft, down until your nose is pressed into his heavy balls. His hand is more forceful now, pulling you in and holding you in place.

“That’s it.” Oswald all but purrs. “That’s my dirty little slut. Huff Daddy’s balls. Show him you appreciate how hard he works. Now lick ‘em clean.”

He speaks vulgarly and with a degrading word choice, but it doesn’t feel as if he means it. There is love and affection behind his words. Oswald just loves the fact that you can’t get enough of him. It makes him feel strong and powerful, desired, and important. He feels downright giddy to have you between his legs.

When he feels your tongue grace his sack, he can’t help but moan. You’re thorough and attentive, trailing long licks from beneath his big balls all the way to the base of his shaft. Your tongue moves slowly. You know it drives him crazy.

“Fuck,” Oswald bites his lip. “Just like that. Yeah, that’s real good. Gonna save me a shower tonight, aren’t ya?”

You mumble a muffled “Mhm.” against his skin before trailing your tongue back up to his cock. You pause at the base, knowing Oswald is going to want to tell you what to do next.

“Now suck it. Suck Daddy’s cock. Suck it good and I’ll give you a bonus.”

You nod your head, and lick up to the head of Oswald’s cock. He’s uncircumcised, his foreskin loose and wet and hanging over the tip of his erection. You’ve never been with an uncut man before, but now you wonder how you ever managed without.

You pause to sniff it. Of course you do. Your hand wraps around the shaft and you peel backwards, exposing the Penguin’s purplish cock head to the cool night air. He shudders as he feels your tongue begin to trace behind his head.

With your right hand, you begin to stroke Oswald’s cock in time with your licking. With your left, he cup his balls and begin to massage them. The groan that comes from him is all you need to keep going.

You take his cock further into your mouth, and Oswald lets out another low moan. The wet heat engulfing his erection feels heavenly, and he can’t stop himself from rolling his hips. You don’t want him to. You let him thrust into your mouth, his hand on the back of your head.

“Fuck yeah, baby. That’s it. Suck it good.” He grunts, now beginning to properly fuck your mouth. As much as he likes to lean back and receive worship, sometimes he just can’t wait.

Oswald scoots his chair back and stands up so that he can thrust even deeper into your mouth. Your hands grip his calves for support. He can’t see you over the bulge of his belly, but he knows you’re enjoying it. He knows that tears twinkle in the corners of your eyes as you fight not to gag, he knows that the heat between your legs is almost unbearable. It drives him further. He thrusts faster and harder, pulling you in with each motion.

You can hear his breathing growing ragged and you’d know that Mister Cobblepot is close, even if he didn’t tell you.

“You’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ fill your mouth full. You want that, don’t ya? Ya wanna taste my spunk? Ya wanna swallow it all down? Be my own private cum dump, don’t ya?”

Your nose pressed into his hairy crotch, his belly against your forehead, you lose whatever else he rambles before he hits his peak.

Oswald’s orgasm is heralded by a loud, obscene moan. You feel his body shake, feel his muscles tense and coil, and the almost violent throbbing of his cock in your mouth as it spasms on ecstasy. True to his word, he fills your mouth full.

You wonder if he’s been saving it just for you, if he’s managed to keep his urges at bay all week until he could pump into your mouth. You swallow twice so that his semen doesn’t spill out of your mouth. He’d enjoy seeing that, of course, but it would be a pain to clean in his office.

You remain still for several moments as Mister Cobblepot comes down from the high of his orgasm. One hand supports him against his desk, the other remains on the back of your head. Your eyes fall shut and you feel at peace for just a little while, just until you feel him begin to move again.