Spider-Man: Lust

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Maria Hill finally called out the password while semen flowed out of her puckered pussy.

Psylocke contacted Jessica, and after a few minutes of waiting, the bindings holding Bobbi down fell off and the blonde herself was released.

- Ahhh...

She immediately tried to stand up, but her legs failed her and she ended up on the glass floor.

- Peter, will you open the doors? - Psylocke said, taking Bobby in her arms.

- P-P-Peter? - who like a zombie, with weakness began to reach for me....

Could it be the effects of the Shield's experiments? That her addiction is manifesting, even in this state?

Anyway, trying to stay as far away from Bobby as the not too wide corridors allowed, Psylocke and I made it to the lift. And without any trouble along the way... Not at all. Which was even kind of disappointing, getting to the meeting place...

- Where is it?

However, Jessica, who should have been waiting for us in the first place, was not there.

- Peter, I presume? - As soon as I tried to contact her, an unfamiliar female voice came through my earpiece.

- Phone sex? Let's you be the daughter and I'll be the daddy who's had a hard day, for that's what it really is. - As is usually the case with me, I took the stress out of it with a joke.

- It's funny. - but I have to admit, the voice is pretty damn sexy. - I think you've been given a decent amount of time to run.

Sounds like the Shield has a difference of opinion about me. Who'd have thought they'd care so much about an ordinary bloke like me?

- Go up to the third floor. I'll meet you there with Jessica. And, yeah, don't worry, we won't be disturbed. - That's a pretty sexy way of saying I won't get swatted on the way up.

- Okay, I'll be there. - I answered without delay, because, um.

- Peter, are you crazy? We have to get out of here! - Psylocke, who plays a significant role in this 'for', turned to me with a bewildered look on her face.

.....

Walking down the empty corridor of the third floor, I could only guess what was waiting for me and where. Maybe around the next corner a horde of heavily equipped soldiers would be gunning for me.

- ... Hello, wall.

- Tick-tock, Peter. - while I was meeting someone I'd already made friends with while I was on the third floor, the phone sex operator got back in touch with me.

- So I'm on the third floor, but, um. - damn, this is not gonna sound cool, but what can I do? - I think I'm lost.

- ...

- ...Um, it's not fair to stall for minutes.

- I'm sorry. Is this some kind of trick, or? - if this was a trick.

Hey, it's not my fault all the corridors in a top-secret organisation's base look the same!

.....

- Distance.

Eventually, the operator explained to me how to get to Jessica's holding area. Who was held at gunpoint and placed on her knees. I, on arrival, was immediately thrown into handcuffs and ordered to sit on my knees as well.

- Although... You don't have to buckle them.

Speaking of the cameraman. Her looks were as hot as her voice. A gorgeous figure, clad in a black latex bodysuit, wide open atop a rather hefty chest. Lush, short red hair and the most arrogant look I'd ever seen in my life.

- Decide in the face or the back of my head?

The only drawback to the gorgeous lady, was the gun in her hands, which she pointed straight at me and which severely undercut the points of her attractiveness.

- Do I have the right to have the last word?

- No.

*(Gunshot)

For a second, time stood still. Without any shred of doubt or any compassion, the Widow shot me straight in the face without breaking our gazes.

- Ah!..

Except that in front of my face, at the very last second, an impenetrable, pink psionic shield appeared. Which not only protected me from the bullet, but deflected it straight at Natasha.

*(sword clangs)

- Haa!

And even with a wound in her thigh, the Widow was able to avoid Psylocke's attack. So two sexy girls, one in a one-piece latex black costume that was unzipped at the chest, revealing a mole on her right melon at certain angles, and the other in a blue bodysuit with breasts that, even tightly compressed by the weave of the costume, were still as big as Widow's; so the two beauties clashed. While I...

- Holy shit, I've been shot! - I couldn't recover from the shock and couldn't even get up from my knees.

.....

- Ghaaaaah!

In the end, I pulled myself together and freed Jessica, using a psionic.... Thing? Basically a psionic knife thrown by Psylocke. And together, Jessica and Psylocke were able to defeat the wounded Black Widow.

- Now what? - Jessica asked the dumbest question possible. After all, the answer is as obvious as possible...

- Come on, let's go! - but because of the girls' strange behaviour, I had to say it out loud.

- I have a better idea... - suddenly Psylocke took out a syringe and leaned over the kicking Natasha.

It can't be that...?

- Now it's your turn. - After injecting the redhead's neck, Psylocke turned to me. - People like her don't let go of their targets. It's the only way. It's either her or you.

.....

So I was left dumbfounded alone with the kicking Widow while the girls stood guard at the door, giving me a chance to finish.

- After being shot in the face, the mood isn't the same at all....

What have I come to? Raping members of the country's premier secret organisation. Now I'm gonna take on the heroine? Something tells me I'm not the good guy in this story.

- Nghaaaa! Ghaaaa!

After a few shouts and insults at me, the Widow began to choke, no, her breathing began to be hindered by the sudden withdrawal in her body.

- Ngghhh!... That's it!... It feels.

And judging by the way her slim waist was bending and her voluminous ass was bulging, the epicentre of the agony was her, most likely also redheaded, pussy.

- I'm still... I won't give in.... - Natasha said with a red face and saliva running down the corner of her mouth.

- Haa... - I stood up and walked over to her.

- Ahhhhhh... - And as soon as I stroked her ass, the Widow's whole body trembled.

Even through the suit I could feel the heat of her body, and to say that Natasha's arse had a volume and shape that made me want to bury my face in it, I don't think I need to.

*(Fabric rustling)

- Ahh. N-no. No. I have to. - Almost in a whisper, coping with the constant moaning, the Widow said what her body didn't want her to say.

Picking up Natasha's knife, I cut the suit open. I was somewhat surprised that she wasn't wearing any underwear. But surprise was quickly replaced by excitement as her pink beauty came into view.

- You don't want to do that?

- Ahhhh...

As I stroked her lower lips, my fingers rested on the edge of the incision. And with my other hand, I began to widen it. The widow looked at this picture with a red, drunken face and breathed deeply.

- Ah... My arse.

Eventually the second juicy, quivering hole appeared. After playing with it a bit with my thumb, I decided to wet a couple before inserting....

- Ahhhh!...

Just below was a wonderful source of moisture.

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- And what follows is only per reader requests.

Having played with my pussy, I leaned the head against my arse, resting against the very walls of the passage. But I didn't go any further. Instead, I squeezed my buns tighter, using them to stroke my cock.

- Insert it.

- Come on? Is that what you're asking?

*Slap*

Being juicy to the point of wanting to take a bite, the Widow's arse blushes easily and quickly.

- Put it in. - After giving me a real arrogant bitch look, Natasha opened her red lips and said: - Please, please, please, please!

I didn't have the energy to listen to the rest of it, because when you have such a hot thing in your hands, you just can't wait to pull it all the way down to your throat.

- Aaaahhhh.

Even when I started to move, the Widow still couldn't cover her wide open mouth or her dazed eyes.

- Ahhhh!.. Mnhmmm!..!

It wasn't until I decided to pull out a little that Natasha's face changed to a lustful mask. Her eyebrows arched, her eyes rose, and her lips dug into each other.

- Haaah!... Haaah!

And from that moment on, the Widow began to take with her whole arse. She began to let out hot moans. Her gaze, lowered again, fixed on my cock. Her eyelids drooped under the weight of pleasure.

- So fast... Ah! My nipples... Rubbing.

Catching my shaft, Natasha began to thrust herself with her beauty. The walls of her arse began to clench in all the right places. Now the heroine took me.

- Kggh!

- Aaaaaaaaah!

And I had no reason to stop her. On the contrary, I only sped up, bringing myself to orgasm faster. Until I unleashed my hot seed into the arse of the hottest superheroine in the world.

And since she's so hot. I didn't even let her anal ring stop quivering, her eyes droop or her breathing return to normal. I inserted my sperm-covered cock straight into her flowing pussy.

- Ahh! Come on. Dump all your stress on me! Daddy!

And apparently, I'm not the only one who's completely surrendered to my desires. I think Psylocke and Jessica are gonna be on the lookout for a long time.