Begin to unbuckle his belt...
From Create Your Own Story
You can't believe you are actually doing this. Just the thought of it makes you sick as you rest on your knees before the fat, short little troll, actually working open his pants. He's probably been dreaming of this day by the look on his face as he grins down at you, and the sight of it makes you want to start working him over with your claws... Instead though, you simply look away as you feel one fat hand slide its way down from your shoulder, all the way to your heavy, massive tit, barely contained inside your catsuit, wrapping around the sizeable mound and squeezing. God, you hate him, but his hand feels so goddamn good, still revolting, but you try not to let him see the shiver that moves through your body as your nipples harden and your little kitty slit moistens. He's old enough to be your father, a fat, disgusting, criminal piece of trash, and as you finally find his zipper, and tug it down slowly, all you can do is bring your eyes back forward eagerly, tugging his pants and boxers down in one sudden yank.
And what springs out, shocks you. True, most of the sight is horrid, thick, hairy, stocky legs, his old wrinkled balls swaying below, but that cock... that fat, greasy, massive dick, it stands firm, proud, and nearly slaps you in the face as it bobs up. "Christ, Oswald..." You mutter to yourself in disbelief. You had heard the stories, hell, it was why you were here, doing something so humiliating and couldn't get it out of your head after hearing what Harley had to say after having been traded to Penguin for a few nights in return for a crate of C4. You thought she was lying, or just crazy, and despite your better judgement you came here expecting to pull the thing out and to be as pathetic in stature as he was, but this thing... this had to be the biggest cock in Gotham, and it was throbbing right before your eyes.
"I think Kitty Cat likes her treat~" He murmured down at you, sneering before laughing in that disturbing squawk of his, his hand squeezing your breast rough enough to force a mewl from your lips.
You look up in anger... but all too soon, you look back down to that shaft. You hadn't planned on going so far, but right now, you can't even help it as your hands lift up, and grip the bastard's pole, slowly stroking it with those slender, skilled fingers of yours, actually jerking the Penguin's cock as one hand slips down to massage and fondle his balls.
No one has to know what happens, right?
Go in for a little taste. Your mouth is practically begging for it.
He likes your breasts so much? Fine, unzip and wrap them around his shaft and see how he likes that.
