Marvel: President Stark

Tony's hand went lower, his fingers striding along as it made that funny little finger walk to pull up her skirt. Inch by inch, he eventually reached her naked flesh. He relished the sensation of her smooth skin under his hand, extending his palm to her inner thigh.

With a push of his other hand, he made her recline back into her seat, making her skirt bunched up, giving him more flesh to touch. As such delights should be enjoyed thoroughly.

Tony kept caressing her thighs as they kept looking at each other, their faces so close it would only take an inch or two for his lips to taste her lipstick and plunder her mouth.

His hand finally reached her soft petals, hidden under white, lacy, low-cut panties. He caressed her thighs around her covered slit, eventually feeling the steamy hot warmth starting to smolder. Stroking the cotton fabric to tease the treasure hidden beneath with a finger, he could feel her shudder in response.

Natalie started to breathe heavily, her chest heaving against his chest. She suppressed her mews, but wiggled her hips slowly on the seat, unable to hide the thirst that started to sprout.

Tony started leaning towards her to kiss her. But Natalie suddenly stopped him with a palm on his chest, pushing him back.

"We… We shouldn't be doing this, Mr. Stark." Natalie suggested, removing his palm from between her heated legs.

Dammit, did I go too far? Tony cursed himself for losing his chance.

"We don't have time for this, Mr. Stark."

Oh, so it's not a rejection?

Disappointed, Tony retreated and reclined in his seat. "I understand, Ms. Rushman. In any case, do you have anything left to brief me?"

"Nothing for now, Mr. Stark. The guest that arrived suggested that you clear your schedule for the next few days," Natalie answered as she fixed her skirt. But then she gave him the weird look again, a big smile. "Anything else, Mr. Stark?"

There it is, my weakness. Tony groaned in heart, his loins all heated up but with no scope or hope of relaxation. Anything, she says… wait!

Tony suddenly spread his knees and locked eyes with her. Then he gave her a hint with a look at his loins, saying, "Twenty minutes?"

Natalie smirked with charming confidence, understanding him completely. Her nimble hands moved quickly, unbuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper. Not a hint of hesitation on her face.

Tony's erection was already twitching with anticipation as he felt her warm hand dive into his underwear to take out his half-rigid flesh. It was still half asleep, gradually waking up to a pleasant and sensual surprise.

Without a second thought, Natalie leaned over his thigh from his side, opened her mouth, and suckled, uncaring that it was just half erect. Her tongue stroked him as he was fully stuffed inside her mouth, fitting all of him before he grew to full mast.

Tony shivered from the sensation, feeling the tickle grow into a full-blown sexual massage from the wet walls of her mouth. His cock eventually became too big for her mouth as it stood in salute. He then felt her bob her head up and down to accommodate his full length. She took him in deeper this time, striking the back of her throat.

Her hands weren't idle either, massaging his family jewels or sometimes teasing his skin with the edges of her nails. The thrilling sensation sent shivers up his spine, his dick throbbing for more.

Sloppy, wet, intense suctions; everything she did inside with her tongue made him wonder which way his cock was actually aiming, twisting, and turning with every flick. Her tongue swirled around like a vivacious snake, slithering in hunger. Her mouth suckled and slurped, milking him with every move.

Her head moved far back to the crown of his cock, sometimes tantalizingly teasing him with her teeth on his sensitive skin, gently scraping from bottom to top. But before Tony could relish the deviously arousing thrill, she plunged back in, engulfing him whole.

Her head nodded and bobbed, sometimes even her shoulders followed the intense rhythm, vigorously pleasuring him, her breasts squishing over his thighs.

Tony's naughty hands reached down her curving back, grabbing a hold of her ass as she leaned down on his cock. He tugged her skirt to reach her soft flesh with his hungry hands.

Natalie's hips wiggled a little, allowing him to reach the plump bottom that he craved. With a wide palm, he caressed her silky skin, sinking his fingers in the supple sensation, gripping and releasing, relishing in it over and over.

Tony closed his eyes, drowning in bliss as his hand left finger marks on her rear. His body starved for more, subtly starting to thrust his hips up as if looking for that sweet release, thrusting into her face hole. He didn't need to wait long, already immersed in the heavenly sensation of her mouth.

The tight seal of her lips around his throbbing cock was otherworldly, sealing him in that wet, hot, slippery sensation. Her tongue glided up and down his length in waves, massaging him as the tightness of her sucks forced him over the edge of infinity.

The hasty blowjob was wonderful and he loved every bit of it, fucking her mouth to fill it up with his virile batter.

"Almost!" Tony warned in a single word, suppressing a loud groan of ecstasy.

But Natalie clenched her lips tighter around his cockhead, stopped bobbing her head, and only stroked him with her slippery, saliva-covered palms. Her red lips still suckled, her fingers massaging vigorously.

"Ghk… Ah!" Tony bleated as his soul finally fell onto cloud nine, submerging him in rapture. He spurted out like a fountain, filling her mouth with a heavy load of white cream.

Instead of coming down from such high, he was suddenly catapulted even higher when he felt Natalie's throat guzzle down his cum. The gulping suction force so intense that he felt like she was milking every last drop, down to his buckling kneecaps and curling toes.

With one, last, long suck, Natalie moved back, cleaning his cock in her wake, her tongue coiling around his cock to scoop up everything there was.

Finally, when she pulled her face back, his cock was clean, her lips shut tight as she gulped a few more times. She dabbed her glistening lips with some tissue and grabbed a water bottle from the side, to cleanse her sticky throat.

She gracefully smoothed down her clothes to look as good as before, not a hair strand out of place.

Tony, so lost in the damn bliss, didn't even put his cock back in his pants and simply relaxed back in his seat with his eyes closed. He took deep breaths from time to time, letting it all sink in.

Eventually, he felt Natalie's fingers doing the job of tucking him back in. He didn't mind it and looked at her fondly, almost regretting he wasn't exactly her only "boss".

"I'm thinking of making you permanent," Tony muttered, as the car took the final turn toward his mansion. They finished right on time. "What do you think? You can have any room in the mansion as your office. Just stay out of my lab—unless you bring coffee… and yourself."

Dammit, you're becoming too easy, Tony Stark. Tony abruptly realized he was being swayed by a woman's femininity. It was like being honey-trapped. She's likely a spy, did you forget? You tinhead fool.

Natasha pleasantly smiled, reaching for the door to unlock it. "I'll think about it, Mr. Stark."

The car came to a halt and they got out. To Tony's surprise, the almighty Fury opened his side of the door himself.

"Time's up, Stark. Your philanthropy and debauchery need to take the back seat." Fury greeted him with his usual sharp tongue. "I'm here to save your ass."

Tony scoffed, walking into his mansion through the wall of SHIELD agents at the entrance. "No thanks, I got armor for my ass."

"But not a cure for it," Fury replied, following Tony to the mansion's bar.

"And you got it?" Tony asked back with a dismissive sneer.

"Yes," Fury replied

"..." Tony placed his drink down and looked back at Fury. "You found a cure? What is it?"

A little bit smug at having Stark so clueless, Fury got closer to Tony and pointed at his chest. "That thing in your chest is based on an unfinished technology."

Tony sat down on a stool by the bar, "No, it was finished. It's never been particularly effective until I miniaturized it and put it in my chest."

"No," Fury refuted, taking a seat himself and making a drink for himself. "Howard said the Arc Reactor was the stepping stone to something greater. He was about to kick off the energy race that was going to dwarf the arms race. He was onto something big… Something so big that it was going to make the nuclear reactor look like a triple A-battery."

There was seriousness in Fury's words.

"I guess he had the same thought as me back then," Tony added.

Fury shifted in his seat and glanced at him with interest. "What thought?"

"One of my election promises. Hundred percent green energy." Tony revealed and tapped on the arc reactor on his chest. "This is the key to that promise."

"Then, in the current state, the key is broken," Fury jabbed.

Tony sighed and looked over to the machine Reed had gifted him. "You told me I hadn't tried everything back then. What did you mean by that?"

"He said that you were the only person with the means and the knowledge to finish what he started."

"He said that?" Tony found it hard to believe.

"Are you that guy? Are you? 'Cause if you are, you can solve the riddle. Keep your promises, and run for election as you planned," Fury answered, and gestured with his hand to some agents.

"I find it hard to believe you, when all I remember of him was being cold and calculating. You're talking about the man whose happiest day was when he shipped me off to a boarding school," Tony rebuked.

"That's not true."

"So you know him better than I do?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. He was one of the founding members of SHIELD," Fury replied, getting up just as two agents brought in a big box. "Clearly, you need some alone time to flesh out your understanding of your father. The clock's ticking, Stark. My agents will set up a perimeter, and Agent Coulson will be your contact."

"Wait, wait, wait! Founder? And what is this? Wait, am I being locked in here?!" Tony jumped up to find answers. "I'm not a kid you can just lock up."

"I just did." Fury smirked, "Tick-tock, Tony. And remember, I got my eye on you."

Ignoring Fury, Tony looked at Natalie, "You're not leaving, right?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. Ms. Pepper has called me urgently to help with the Stark Expo," Natalie answered stoically.

Tony rolled his eyes and looked at the box he had received. "Fine… Go on. Leave this dying man alone."

"I'll be here, Mr. Stark," Coulson voiced.

Tony scoffed and dragged the box to the basement. "I prefer solitude."

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