The Batman (2021) but Ana de Armas is Alfred [str8][mf][celeb][kissjob][blowjob]

The chatter in the packed movie theater dies down as the lights begin to darken. Every head turns to face forwards. The anticipation is evident on everyone’s faces as they stare at the dark screen. They’ve all realized that the previews are over and it is finally time for one of the most anticipated films of the year to begin: The Batman, directed by Matt Reeves and starring Robert Pattinson, Ana de Armas, Zoe Kravitz, Paul Dano, Jeffrey Wright, and Colin Farrell, among others.

The audience seems to be in a perpetual hush as the films opening studio logos dramatically fade in and out on screen, Michael Giacchino’s score gently pumping through the theater’s speakers as it builds and builds. For a brief moment, there’s an excited murmur in the audience as the opening shot appears on screen: a forest, with a city skyline in the background. Then the theater is quiet again. White text fades in as the camera starts to pan down.

It reads: Somewhere on the Outskirts of Gotham City

The camera pans down to a road and the Batmobile flashes into view. Its tires screech as it speeds through the forest, the roar of the muscle car’s engine cutting through the quiet night, the harsh and aggressive red-tail lights glaring at the camera. The score builds, becoming urgent as the camera follows behind the Batmobile, the trees of the dark forest a blur as they zip by on either side.

Up ahead on the desolate forest road, the street starts moving apart, revealing a ramp underneath that heads underground. The score reaches its climax as the Batmobile hurdles downwards, the roar of its exposed engine fading as the street begins to close up again.

The Batcave is cavernous. Powerful lights flood the cave walls, and a futuristic platform hangs in the middle of the cave, supported by beams and iron cables. At the far end of the cave is the sleek Batcomputer. Its multiple monitors display various recordings of security camera footage of what appears to be a warehouse. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne’s butler and Batman’s only trusted confidant, stands in front of the Batcomputer, bent forwards slightly, typing something into the keyboard.

The roar of the Batmobile fills the cave, and it shoots onto the platform, its tires squealing as it slides to a stop. The door opens, and Giacchino’s Batman theme plays, mysterious and intriguing, as Batman, played by Robert Pattinson, steps out of the modified muscle car, his grey and black militaristic Batsuit illuminated by the lights of the Batcave, his cape flowing behind him.

Alfred, played by Ana de Armas, straightens up and looks over her shoulder. Her round brown eyes blink at Batman on the other side of the Batcave, her luscious lips parted.

“Master Bruce?” she calls out, Ana de Armas’ soft accented voice echoing through the cavern.

“ALFRED,” Batman roars, coming to a stop at the edge of the platform, his hands clenched into fists. A swarm of bats swirls upwards into the darkness that the Batcave’s lights can’t quite reach. “I AM THE NIGHT.”

Alfred turns, facing Batman. She’s wearing heels on her feet with stockings covering her legs, and a tight pencil skirt which reaches halfway down her thighs and shows off the alluring curvature of her hips. Her white button down shirt is nowhere near as tight, but it is incredibly thin, and she isn’t wearing any undershirt or bra underneath. The shapes of her small yet shapely breasts are evident, even her firm nipples. Her brown hair is pulled back into a messy bun behind her head.

A concerned look grows on Alfred’s pretty face as she gazes at Batman, and her outfit shows off her petite yet foxy body as she starts walking across the Batcave towards him, her breasts managing a slight bounce as her heels clop against the platform.

“Master Bruce, is everything alright?” she asks.

“Alfred,” Batman repeats, turning to face his butler. His eyes are dark under his cowl as he looks down at his gloved hands. “My parents are dead. Every night, I keep a constant silent vigil over the city in their memory. Every night, I deal out punishment and fear to the criminals and the corrupt.” His cape flutters romantically around his legs. “And yet the streets are flooded with more and more filth. The criminal underworld is a seething mass, a single organism, intent on destroying the soul of my city, and the closer I get to its center, the closer I get to the monster I know I’m becoming.”

Alfred comes to a stop, standing in front of Batman, who towers over her. Ana de Armas pulls of an expression of pure lust and longing flawlessly as her adorable eyes stare up at Batman’s masked face, her teeth clamping down onto her plump bottom lip.

Her lip slides out from between her teeth as she takes a step closer to Batman.

“Oh Bruce,” she sighs.

Alfred throws her arms around Batman’s neck, and her mouth meets his in a passionate kiss. She pushes her body against his as her lips work their magic, kissing him in the way he knows only she can.

Her hands unfasten his cowl. His arms wrap around her waist as his helmet and cowl hit the ground next to them. Alfred purrs with desire, her tongue coyly entering his mouth, as her fingers run through Robert Pattinson’s permanently windswept hair. The two kiss fervently, Bruce’s gloved hand grabbing Alfred’s tight butt and pushing her against him.

Alfred forces her hands between them and starts undoing his Bat Belt. It becomes undone with a *clink*, and she continues kissing him as she pulls it apart, her lips pecking his again and again. She slides her hand down his bat trousers.

Theirs mouths disconnect with a soft wet noise as Alfred feels Bruce’s hard cock, her slender fingers brushing over the tip. Her gorgeous eyes stare at Bruce, her pouty lips parted sensually as her hand explores his impressive cock.

“Oh Bruce,” she sighs again.

“Oh Alfred,” Bruce sighs. He narrows his eyes, his gaze unfocused. An expression of untamed desire darkens Robert Pattinson’s chiseled facial features.

Alfred kisses him again, smiling as her mouth explores his. Her hands start undoing his pants, and soon she pulls away from him, the sudden absence of her beautiful mouth leaving him hungry for more. Her smile has turned more playful, and she smirks at him as she pulls his cock out.

She jumps up on her tiptoes and plants a kiss on his nose. Then she starts to lower herself to her knees in front of him, her hand wrapped around his cock.

“Alfred, I-” Bruce begins, but Alfred silences him, holding up a finger to her lips.

His cock throbs in her hand as she directs her large brown eyes down towards it. She starts moving her hand back and forth, adding a small twisting motion as it strokes his erection, her fingers brushing over his skin, sending tingles through his body. Her eyes look up at him for a brief moment, and then she moves her head forwards.

Her soft lips plant a teasing kiss right on the tip of his cock. Her hand continues stroking him as she lifts his cock up and plants a kiss on the front, right under the head. Her eyes look up at him as she kisses him there again, and then again, her nose brushing against his cock as her lips torment him. Then she moves her face to the side of his erection, and kisses him there as well, followed by a quick lick with her soft warm tongue. She switches hands, slowly stroking him as she moves her face to the other side, and does the same thing, her eyes glancing up at him again to watch his reaction.

Then she tortures him with almost surgical precision as she starts showering his cock with countless firm kisses, her mouth gradually making its way to the tip again. Once she reaches the tip, her lips part to wrap around the head, and she suckles on his cock for a second, her tongue teasing him, before her mouth leaves him.

She sits back on her heels, looking up at him with a smirk. Her hands go to her chest, and she rips her thin white blouse apart, revealing her perfect breasts, her hardened nipples piercing the air. The buttons of her blouse clatter against the platform. Her chest moves up and down as she breathes deeply, a blush growing on her cheeks as she looks up at Bruce, his cock twitching in front of her face.

“Alfred, please…” Bruce pleads.

“Oh don’t worry, Master Wayne, sir,” Alfred says. She leans forwards again and presses her lips against the tip of his cock, looking up at him with a half smirk as she continues in a whisper. “When have I not taken care of you?”

Bruce groans as she slides his cock into her mouth. Her plump lips wrapped around him, Alfred starts bobbing her head back and forth, filling her mouth with his manhood.

Ana de Armas makes it look effortless. The controversy of her casting, as well as any other thoughts really, are banished from the minds of the audience as they sit in stunned silence, watching Alfred suck and slurp on Bruce’s cock. Her eyes are half closed, staring at nothing as her skilled mouth vanishes his penis again and again. Bruce closes his eyes, his cock throbbing as it is enveloped by Alfred’s hot wet mouth.

After a few moments of passionate sucking, she pulls his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop and takes a break to kiss and stroke it, her lips pecking his spit-coated manhood as her hand caresses it. She looks up at him, watching his face for a moment before wrapping her mouth around his cock again.

Alfred lets out cute appreciative moans as her head bobs back and forth again, as if she’s sucking on a delicious popsicle. Then she pauses her head bobbing and moves her mouth to the head of his cock, her tongue pleasuring his frenulum. Her round brown eyes watch his face as her hand strokes him. As he makes eye contact with her, her eyes narrow teasingly, and her hand starts to speed up, bringing him closer and closer to the edge while her tongue and lips tease him.

His butler lets out a loving purr with his cock still in her mouth, and Bruce Wayne is no longer able to hold back.

He groans, closing his eyes, as his orgasm takes hold. Alfred makes an innocent noise of surprise with her mouth still full of cock as Bruce’s thick warm cum sprays out onto her tongue. She keeps her eyes on her face as her hand continues stroking his cock, her lips wrapped around the tip, drinking his cum even as more gets pumped into her hot mouth.

It’s a powerful orgasm. Bruce is barely able to remain standing. He shudders, waves of tingling pleasure washing over him as the brunette kneeling in front of him milks his cock with her hand and her mouth. His cock twitches furiously, and girly appreciative grunts come from Ana de Armas as she drinks from his manhood, her hand pleasuring him.

After a few moments, she removes his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, and smiles proudly, staring up at Bruce.

But he wasn’t finished.

To Alfred’s surprise, ropes of cum continue bursting out of Bruce’s twitching cock. She closes one of her eyes just in time as cum splatters all over her still-smiling face. Rope after rope of Bruce’s seed paints Alfred’s cheeks, nose, and alluring lips. Cum drips down her open mouth, a smile of surprise frozen on her face as her hand continues pumping his ejaculating manhood.

“Ah… oh… sir, I… oh heavens…” Alfred stammers.

She moves her face back, her hand still stroking him, as more cum flies out of his twitching cock. His seed splatters all over her bare chest. Her cute breasts are quickly covered in thick droplets and strands of cum, and Bruce continues groaning as he struggles through his lengthy orgasm.

Still, all good things must cum to an end. His climax eventually begins to wane, and Alfred takes her hand off of his cock as it weakly shoots out the last of his orgasm, kneeling frozen in front of Bruce. He takes deep breaths, barely able to remain standing as his orgasm fades into a warm feeling of bliss and exhaustion. His cock deflates slowly, a final droplet of cum beading at the tip.

Alfred begins trying to wipe the cum off of her left eye, and she eventually manages to blink her eye open.

Looking smug and accomplished, Alfred kneels in front of Bruce, smirking up at him with a face covered in thick droplets and ropes of cum. A strand of cum oozes down from her chin to her chest, which is equally as soiled, the cum coating her shapely small breasts glistening in the lights of the batcave, her moist nipples as erect as ever. Her gaze teases him as she takes her cum soaked fingers and sticks them in her mouth, sucking them clean, her lips curving into a smile.

“What would I do without you, Alfred?” Bruce sighs, weary and content.

Alfred blows him a cum covered kiss.

*~The End?~*

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