(***R18 Start***)
"God, I missed this cock~!"
The flaccid schlong unfurled and went PLAT on her face. Glorious blue eyes widened. Her hand attempted to grab and test the girth. Appreciation rumbled from her throat. She tilted her head, examining the fat sausage blocking her visage like a curator inspecting a newly acquired masterpiece.
"My, my. What has happened here?"
Felix blinked and looked down. When he was a college student, he was rather ordinary in dick size. Suffered from shrinkage like any other guy. Looked thick when it was hot like any other guy.
But now…
Now it was different. It was bigger.
'Wait, is it…bigger than before—?'
"Mm." Ororo's thumb traced a vein running along the underside, following it from root to tip with agonizing slowness. "Let me acquaint myself with this new version of you."
That fucking voice man…
Throb! Smack!
The pent up weeks of fighting, tension, and rest. All that coalesced into his flaccid dong snapping into his hardest erection yet.
"Oh my! Or I suppose I should let you greet me~!"
'Holy fuck…!'
With victory came spoils. The breakdown of SHIELD, the peace and tranquility, Felix was fine with what he received so far. This, it seemed, was the latest of his spoils.
He was bigger, although just barely. It stood proud and pale, thick enough that Ororo's elegant chocolatey fingers couldn't quite close around it, long enough that the tip reached past his navel when she held it upright. His balls hung heavy and full, churning with a pressure that had been building for days.
"Look at this," Ororo murmured. Breath ghosting over the head, she pressed her lips to the tip in a reverent kiss. "Look at how magnificent you've become."
Felix's hands gripped the armrests of his chair. His knuckles went white. 'Oh fuuuck, I didn't realize just how fucking much I needed this…!'
Every touch mattered. Every touch made his breath hitch. Every kiss was divine.
Felix sucked in the air like it was gospel while Ororo kissed down the length of him. Loving pecks along every inch of pale flesh. His cock twitched with each contact, bobbing slightly, straining toward her mouth. She smiled. So, like the tease she was, she nuzzled into the crease of his thigh and her tongue darted out to lap at his balls.
That fucking look, man…!
On her side, one eye up, tongue out.
"Oh fuck," Felix hissed.
"These too," Ororo crooned, lifting the heavy sack with her palm and teasing it with her tongue. "So full. So heavy. You've been saving up for me, haven't you, my nerdy little stud?"
She sucked one ball into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue swirling over the wrinkled skin. Felix's head fell back against the chair. His hips jerked upward without his permission.
"Ororo—"
She released him with a wet pop and smiled up at him. Her pale blue eyes were locked on his face, reading every micro-expression, cataloging every twitch and shudder. "Yes?"
He looked down. She didn't move a muscle. She licked her lips and expected him to say something. Fine—fuck, fine!
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please suck my cock."
Her smile widened. She pressed one more kiss to the tip of his cock, right on the slit where a bead of moisture had already gathered. Her tongue extended, lapping it up, and she hummed in appreciation. "My master is begging me. Who am I deny him~?"
She would never deny him. Could never deny him.
Heat. Wet heat, wrapping around his cockhead, her tongue pressed flat against the underside as she descended. She took him like a professional that had done this tens of times before. One hand flew to the back of her head, tangling in her silver-white hair, needing something to anchor him to reality.
Fuuuck! This bitch was the best cock-guzzler around. She didn't stop until her nose pressed against his pelvis. His entire length had disappeared inside her throat and it damn near gave him a heart attack. He could feel her swallowing around him, the muscles of her esophagus massaging his cockhead.
"Holy shit," he groaned.
Ororo pulled back slowly, her cheeks hollowed, her lips maintaining a perfect seal. When only the head remained in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, probing the slit, tasting the precum that was now leaking steadily. Then she sank back down, faster this time, establishing a rhythm.
Bob. Suck. Swallow. Repeat.
"Y-you slut…! You really—oh fuck—!"
This was not mechanical precision. There was passion and lust. There were erratic twitches and movements. A black slut that knew what to do on instinct and experience. Each descent was smooth, each ascent accompanied by a wet, suctioning sound that echoed through the office. Sluuurp! Her hand came up to cup his balls, rolling them in her palm, gently squeezing, coaxing them to give up their cargo.
Felix was losing his mind. He'd had blowjobs before. From her, even. But after loss and victory, after fear and the unknown horizon in front of him, this…this was what he needed. This passion. This absolute obsession. The confirmation that what he did was right, because he knew she would say that.
"I did what was right, didn't I?" Felix asked in a loud huff. "Right?"
Nod, nod. His personal black slut nodded as she delved back down. That loyalty, fuck, that was what he needed. He threw his head down.
"Fuck! Yes, I fucking did! I did the right thing! All this—it's what we fucking need!"
This was a masterclass. A religious experience. She worshipped his cock with her mouth, treating it like something sacred, something divine, something worthy of her absolute devotion.
Heaving, he peered down. "You've gotten better at this," he managed through gritted teeth.
Ororo pulled off him with a slick sound and smiled. A thin, inch-long strand of saliva connected her lower lip to his cockhead. "I've had practice imagining you. Dreaming of this cock. Training my throat on toys, hoping you'd visit me again."
She kissed the tip again, almost tenderly.
"Every night for three months, I fucked myself thinking about you. I got very, very good at deepthroating my toys. And now—" she licked a stripe up his shaft, "—I get to show you what I learned."
"Damn right—"
She cut him by taking him back into her throat, and this time she hummed. The vibration traveled through his cock, reverberating through his entire pelvis, and Felix felt his balls draw up tight against his body.
"Ororo! Ororo—! Ngggh!"
Bobbing, weaving, smiling. Fuck, everything was getting dizzy. His eyes rolled back and, oh fuck…! His orgasm hit him to the point that his Spidey-Sense tingled. His cock swelled in her mouth, throbbing, and the first rope of cum erupted from the tip. Ororo's eyes widened. She pulled back reflexively, catching only the first spurt in her mouth, and the second, third, and fourth ropes painted her face. Thick, white stripes of cum on her forehead, her cheek, her chin. A particularly thick strand caught on her eyelash, dangling there like a pearl of dew.
More came. More fell on her tits. It was wonderful. Her lips remained parted, the first rope visible on her tongue. She expected it to end upon a certain a time but then—
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
There was more yet to cum. He jerked off, breathing and muttering, "Take it all, you slut!" When there was nothing left in his nutsack, he hit the chair with a groan.
"Oh. Oh my."
Ororo blinked, cum still splashed across her face, and then she laughed. Surprise and delight made her shoulders shake.
"Honoured," Ororo said, and her voice was thick with amusement and arousal. "I am honoured."
Felix looked down at his handiwork. Holy fuck, he couldn't recognize Ororo at all. He had buried her in snow!
"Ah…"
"Do not apologize." Ororo wiped a strand of cum from her eye with her finger and examined it. Then, deliberately, she placed the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. "You've clearly been holding onto this for me. And besides..."
Her eyes dropped to his cock.
He hadn't softened. Not even slightly. His cock stood just as tall, just as hard, gleaming with her saliva, the tip still flushed and weeping.
"You never go soft," Ororo purred. "That has always been my favorite thing about you. Normal men need recovery. You? You are a machine." She leaned forward and licked a stripe of cum from his shaft where it had dripped down. "Let me clean you up properly."
What followed was the most thorough cock-cleaning Felix had ever experienced. Ororo's tongue was everywhere, lapping at his length, swirling around the head, dipping into every crease and vein. She sucked each ball into her mouth and bathed it with attention. She kissed and licked and worshipped until not a trace of his previous orgasm remained, until his cock stood pristine and proud, wet with her devotion.
Throughout all of it, her pale blue eyes never broke contact with his. She watched him watching her, cataloging his reactions, clearly enjoying the way his jaw hung slack, the way his breath came in short pants. She saw everything because she wanted to see everything.
When Ororo was finished, she rose to her feet in one fluid motion. Her heels clicked against the floor as she took a step back, and then she began to move.
It wasn't quite dancing. It was something more natural than that. Her hips swayed and she turned slowly, giving him a view of her from every angle. When she faced away from him, she bent at the waist, presenting her ass and pussy, and then she made it move.
Each cheek rippled in sequence, the dark flesh clapping together, bouncing and jiggling. Felix watched, mesmerized, as she worked her ass like an instrument, making it dance for him.
"You like?" Ororo asked over her shoulder.
Twitch.
"I like."
"Good." Ororo walked backward until her thighs bracketed his knees, and then she reached down between her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance. "Because this big cock is about to become my favorite problem to solve."
Just like that, with zero hesitation, the princess sank down on his cock.
Felix expected resistance. He was bigger now. It didn't matter, her pussy swallowed inch after inch of his monster cock, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. All that dick meant nothing. That fist-like girth was what she mewled over with love. Cunt soaking wet, dripping down his length, and her muscles seemed to relax on command, opening herself up for him.
"Big cocks are my specialty," Ororo purred as she bottomed out, her ass resting against his thighs. "And this is the biggest of them all~!"
Quite a few men sat in this chair. Norman Osborn, Harry Osborn, and some other old men. None of them probably ever felt as good as he did right now.
They never had the princess of Kenya between their legs, clenching around their cock and throbbing inside her. Yeah, they most certainly never had.
Ororo's eyes fluttered closed, and a blissful smile spread across her face.
"Mmm." Felix smiled and cupped her cheek. "There you are. Right where you belong."
"Yessss~!"
Her riding wasn't the slow, sensual pace she'd used with her mouth. Most certainly, no doubt, she prepared for this. She planted her heels on either side of the chair and used her legs to lift herself, almost all the way off his cock, before slamming back down. Her ass clapped against his thighs with each impact.
The office, soon enough, was cackling with obscene sounds. Of ass cheeks slapping and moans spilling out from divine lips.
"Oh fuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuuuck! I missed—ngggh, I MISSED this dick~!!!"
"Damn right you did!"
"Wet pussy taking big white cock! This is what your princess needed! This is what I flew across an ocean for!!"
Felix's hands found her hips, soft and pleasantly soft. She worked 'em like a horse. There was muscle, but more often than not, as he slapped those hips, he felt womanly curves. Grinning, his own hips began to move, thrusting upward as she descended, meeting her halfway.
At which, she spun around, ending the reverse cowgirl. Now, it was just the cowgirl. It was just him and Ororo fucking the shit out of each other.
"Yes! Ohh yesss!" Foreheads touched, blue eyes beaming into his soul. "Fuck yes! Give me that nerdy cock!"
She wasn't kissing him. That wasn't her way. Sex with Ororo was about sensation, not romance. She was pressed against him, her nipples dragging up and down across his chest, her face inches from his, her moans blowing into his lips.
Her technique was specific and devastating. She would ride hard for several strokes, her ass bouncing wildly, and then she would grind down, swirling her hips, his cock churning her insides. Then back to bouncing, then grinding, a pattern designed to keep him perpetually on edge while she chased her own pleasure.
And she was chasing it. Felix could see it in her face, the way her controlled expression was slowly fracturing.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck—-!"
Going faster and faster—till her first orgasm hit her on the twentieth slam down. She buried him to the hilt, spine arcing like a boomerang, and she wailed with a happy grin. A grin she had worn since she last saw him. The grin she wanted from this dick alone.
"FUUUUUCK!"
Rippling and spasming, her cunt choked the life out of him. But Felix didn't cum. He held on, fingers digging into her hips, letting her ride out the waves.
When the last aftershock faded, her head was tilted back. Slowly, like a ghost regaining life, she looked back down. She smiled.
"Your turn."
His hands tightened on her hips.
"My turn."
He stood up, keeping himself buried inside her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms hooking over his shoulders. She weighed almost nothing to him, and he used that to his advantage.
CLAP—!
Balls smacked against that jiggly black ass.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The once undefeatable, insatiable princess' eyes rolled back.
This. Was. It.
This was her man. This was the cock that owned her pussy. That ravaged her inside like a fucking deity declaring his property.
"I'M CUMMIIIING~!!"
Like Ororo, he never waited. He never hesitated. In terms of sex, all of a sudden, it became clear to Felix that they were the same. They weren't born with natural talent like, say Rio or something. But they grinded themselves toward the height of pleasure, a nirvana no human thought they could reach for long. And they did not just reach it and fall; they stayed. They kept reaching it. They kept maintaining it.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"This big dick—this big dick is making me cummm! Making me dreaam! Making me see whiiiite!!" Her head became an unattached thing, rolling and turning. "OH FUCKKK! YOU'RE SO DEEEP!! SO FUCKING DEEP!!"
Her boobs to his chest, her face could never find rest or calm. Increasingly loud, increasingly desperate, increasingly better. That was what getting fucked by Felix felt like.
"Felix! Oh god! Oh FUCK! Your cock—it's so fucking BIG—!! Ngghg, THIS IS WHY I MISSED YOU!! THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU!! I LOVE YOUU~!!"
His balls churned, slapping against her ass with each thrust. They were heavier than before, fuller, already building toward another release despite having just emptied themselves minutes ago. Something had changed in him, something fundamental, and he had no idea what it was or why it was happening. He just knew that his cock felt like a steel rod, his balls felt like twin lead weights, and every nerve ending in his body was screaming for more.
Ororo had lost all semblance of control. Her head lolled back, her mouth hung open, and sounds poured out of her in a continuous stream. Moans, whimpers, cries, and a constant stream of filthy encouragement.
"Fuck me! Fuck your princess! Turn me into your slut! I'm your slut! I'm your fucking SLUUUT~!!"
Her pussy was a mess, creaming around his cock, her juices dripping down his balls, pooling on the floor beneath them. The obscene squelching sounds echoed off the glass walls of his office.
He bounced her on his cock, using her like a living fleshlight, and she loved it. Her eyes had changed, the regal blue now wild and desperate, all dignity stripped away by the relentless pounding.
"More! More! MORE! Don't stop! Don't EVER STOP!"
"I won't! But I AM going to cum in you~!"
"INSIDE! Cum inside me! Give me your cum! I want it! I NEED IT!"
He slammed her down one final time and held her there, his cock buried to the hilt, his tip kissing her cervix, and he exploded.
Those rolled back eyes and smile said everything. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her insides. Pulse after pulse after pulse, more than should have been possible, filling her pussy to overflowing. She screamed through her own orgasm, her walls clenching around him, milking every drop.
When it was over, he staggered backward and collapsed into his chair, Ororo still impaled on his cock. They sat there, both panting, both trembling.
Slowly, the sound registered.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
His cum was leaking out around his cock, dripping onto the leather chair, pooling beneath them.
"My nerdy," Ororo panted against his neck, "hung white boy."
Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples still hard. She lifted her head and pressed her lips to his, a kiss that was more sensation than romance, more connection than affection.
When she pulled back, her eyes had regained some of their composure. But beneath the surface, he could see it—the satisfied exhaustion of a woman who had missed being thoroughly, completely fucked.
"You really are everything I've been dreaming of."
She shifted on his lap, gasping as his cock slipped out of her. More cum leaked out, adding to the mess beneath them. She heaved, tits jiggling, and smiled at the creampie.
Felix caught his breath.
"I'm not done with you yet."
Ororo's eyes snapped over to him. "Oh?"
He stood, lifting her off his lap, and turned her around. His hands pressed against her back, bending her over his desk. Like a tall rode, he sandwiched his dick between those round chocolate ass cheeks.
"I'm going to fuck you right here," he growled, his lips brushing her ear. "On this desk. Until you can't walk."
Ororo shivered. She wiggled that ass., grinning. "Yes please~!"
…
…
…
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The desk shook with each thrust. Papers scattered, sliding toward the edge, some drifting to the floor in lazy spirals. Felix didn't care. His entire world had narrowed to this fucking pussy. To Ororo bent at the waist, her back arched like a drawn bow, her cheek down on the wood desk. Drool fell in circles. Her silver-white hair had gone wild around her head, and his hand was tangled in it, pulling just hard enough to make her gasp.
This was different. This was him taking what he wanted.
His cock drove into her with divine force, each stroke bottoming out inside her. Her slut cunt was wet, obscenely wet, her pussy galloping and gasping around his shaft as he plowed into her, the sound mixing with the wet slap of his hips against her ass. And what an ass it was.
"What a fucking underrated slut you are!"
"Ngggh~! I am! I am!"
"Bet your subjects fucking love you! Prancing around in that nude island! Fuck, not even taking a husband!"
"Neevver! Never a husband! Not after your cockkk~!!"
Her black cheeks rippled with each Spider-Thrust, the dark flesh jiggling in waves that traveled from the point of contact outward, mesmerizing him.
He watched himself fuck her. It was like being the camera in a film, circling their coupling, observing from every angle. He saw the way her spine curved, the elegant line of her shoulder blades, the beads of sweat gathering in the small of her back. He saw the thick width of his pale cock disappearing between her dark cheeks, stretching her pussy lips around his girth. He saw her hands clawing at the desk.
"Thiiis! This cock!! This is the best cock!!" Ororo moaned sideways into the desk. "The best cock I have EVER HAD!! Fuck! FUCK~!! I'M IN LOOOVE—!"
He yanked her hair harder. Her head came up, neck straining, and he could see the mascara streaked beneath her eyes. Lips swollen and parted. Expression wrecked.
She was supposed to be regal. A princess. Instead Princess Ororo of Kenya was bent over his desk like a common whore, taking the fattest white cock she had ever seen, and loving every fucking second of it.
"You…!"
Thrust!
"Are! Mine!" Felix growled. His voice sounded different to his own ears. After all the stress, he fucking needed to. "Say it."
"I'm yours! Your slut! Your fucking SLUT!"
"You'll never marry!"
"NEVERRR!! ONLY THIS—ONLY THIS COCK CAN MAKE ME CUMMM!!"
"I tell you to step down as princess, you do it!"
"I DO IT! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOUU~!!"
And she fucking meant it.
His free hand came down on her ass with a crack that echoed through the office. The flesh bounced, jiggled, settled. A light handprint bloomed on her dark skin.
"Again."
"I'M YOURS! I'LL DO ANYTHING! I'LL STEP DOWN! I'LL GIVE YOU KENYA! I'LL GIVE YOU MY ISLAND!! EVERYTHIIIING~!!"
Another slap. Another bounce. Her ass cheeks rippled like water, and he couldn't help but grab two handfuls, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh. He pulled her cheeks apart, watching himself slide in and out, watching her tight little asshole wink at him with each thrust.
"Look at this fucking ass," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "This perfect fucking African ass. Can't believe this slut owns it."
"Mngggh, y-you can't say that. I-I'm proud of myself. Y-you can't—I'm worthy of this body!"
"Maybe…" He spread her wide, admiring the contrast between his pale hands and her dark skin. The way her flesh dimpled under his grip, the way it bounced back when he released it. He gave each cheek a squeeze, feeling the weight of them, the softness, the warmth. "Maybe not!"
Thrust!
Instant orgasm.
Ororo was beyond words now. She had devolved into sounds. Moans, whimpers, screams that crescendoed each time he bottomed out inside her. Her pussy was a mess, creaming all over his cock, frothing at the base where man and woman met.
Below her, between her spread thighs, her hand had snaked back. She wasn't touching herself. Instead, her fingers had found his balls, hanging heavy and low between his legs. She cupped them, massaged them, felt them swing forward with each thrust to smack against her clit.
"Your balls," she panted. "So fucking FULL! So fucking HEAVY! T-they're going to empty inside me again, aren't they? Fill me up? Make me drip?"
Overeager slut squeezed him and he grinned. "Damn right!"
"Give me another load…! I want it. I NEED it."
He was close. So fucking close.
But he didn't want to cum yet. He wanted to make this last. Wanted to destroy her.
He pulled out. Ororo made a sound of loss, almost bereft. But he wasn't done. He flipped her over, lifted her onto the desk proper, and pushed her knees up to her chest. She was folded in half now, splayed open before him, her pussy gaping and dripping.
"Then watch me fill you up personally."
He lined himself up and drove back in.
Her eyes found his cock, watched it disappear inside her, watched herself get split open on the biggest dick she had ever taken.
One stroke. Balls deep.
PLAP—!
The heavenly shriek was everything Ororo wanted to let out. This man and his cock, this man and his ability, this man and his overwhelming dominance. She searched the world over and could not find anything like this. She just couldn't.
"THERE! RIGHT THERE! YOUR COCK IS HITTING IT! FUCK!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Her pussy clenched around him, spasming through another orgasm. He didn't stop. Couldn't stop. His hips moved on autopilot, pistoning in and out. The desk squeaked against the floor. Creak, creak,, creaaak! Everything about this was obscene. The princess of Kenya, folded in half on a corporate desk, her royal cunt being destroyed by nerdy white cock.
"Once you've had me," Felix grunted, leaning down to growl in her ear, "you'll never be satisfied by anyone else. I'm going to ruin you. Ruin this pussy. Make it MINE."
"YES! Ruin me! DESTROY me! I don't want any other cock! ONLY YOURS!"
He pulled almost all the way out, until just the tip remained inside her, until she could feel the ridge of his cockhead catching on her entrance. Then he slammed back in. Full force. Full length.
Her eyes rolled back. She came and managed a feeble, "Cmnngh…!"
He did it again. And again. Each thrust a complete journey, from tip to root, his cock dragging against every nerve ending she had. Her pussy walls rippled around him, trying to hold him inside, trying to keep him there.
"Your pussy knows who it belongs to now," he said. "Feel that? How it grabs me? How it tries to keep me inside?"
"Yours! It's YOURS! My pussy is YOURS!"
His balls swung forward with each thrust, slapping against her ass with a wet smack. They were heavy, churning, ready to blow. He could feel them tightening, preparing for their second release of the night.
"Cumming!"
He filled her up—spurt, spurt, spurt—and her stomach bulged ever so slightly. Those beautiful blue eyes imprinted the memory as if a whore being given her dollar.
"Mmmm~!"
It took a couple minutes for her stomach to deflate when he pulled out, yogurt-esque liquid bubbling out of her cunt. It was a lot. Probably too much.
Smack!
So what? His cock was still hard and needy. He slapped on her cunt twice with a smile. Ororo smiled in turn.
"Mmm, you want more?"
"Of course I do. I know you do too."
He pulled his cock back, wiping his tip and cum on her stomach, and sat back on his chair. He beckoned her with a finger.
Giggling, Ororo scrambled and obeyed. Her legs were shaking, barely able to support her weight, but she managed to climb onto the chair, facing away from him. Reverse cowgirl. Her ass was right there, round and perfect.
She reached between her legs and grabbed his cock, positioning it at her entrance. Then she sank down.
"Hngggh, t-that's deep," she moaned. That didn't mean it was difficult. For her sloppy, slutty cunt, she went down greedily. "So fucking deep! How are you so deep?"
In this position, Felix could see everything. Her asshole, slightly parted. Her ass cheeks, spread wide to accommodate him. Her pussy lips stretched around his shaft. And deeper inside, the way his cockhead pressed against her cervix, bullying its way into her most intimate space.
"Haaah!" Ororo started moving. "Hngggh! S-such a good fucking coocck~! I'm obsessed! Obsessed!" Like before, she planted her heels on either side of the chair. Except this time around, technique was forgotten for passion. She bounced on his dick, lifting herself up until only the tip remained inside, then slamming back down.
Her ass clapped.
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Thiiiis position," she drew out with a slurp, "this FUCKING position lets me feel EVERYTHING. Every inch! Every vein! Every fucking ridge of your BIG, FAT cock!"
Her pussy wasn't the tightest he had ever felt. No, that wasn't what made Ororo special. What made her special was how wild she was. How her cunt seemed ALIVE around his cock, rippling and clenching and massaging him with muscles that clearly had been trained for exactly this purpose. It was a skilled pussy, a talented pussy, a pussy that knew how to work a cock and wasn't afraid to show off.
"I've had big cocks before!" She was talking to him, to herself, to the empty office, to anyone who might hear. "Black cocks, ngggh, w-white cocks. Fat ones, long ones! But NONE of them compare to this! None of them made me feel like THIS!"
She ground down in a circle, churning her insides with his cock, and then moaning at the ceiling: "CUMMIIING~!!"
"Damn whore."
He no longer held her hips. Her ass cheeks, trained to be as jiggly as they could be, was his focus. The perfect cushion for his fingers to squeeze. Fuck, he loved every second of this!
"A-always did, always will," she moaned, continuing on and ignoring her shriek for an orgasm. "O-nce the biggest cock, ALWAYS the biggest cock! And you, ngggh, Felix Faeth, have the BIGGEST! The fattest. The lengthiest white cock I have ever seen!"
Slam, slam, slam!
"And it's MINE."
Her hand reached back, found his balls again. She rolled them in her palm, feeling their weight, their heat.
"These fucking balls—they're going to cum inside me again, aren't they? Fill me up? Make me pregnant with your fucking nerd babies?"
The thought sent a spike of arousal through him. His hands found her hips, taking control, bouncing her harder on his cock. "Asking for children! As fucking if! Not today! Not now!"
Wham, wham! Wham! He wasn't even seated anymore. He was halfway standing as he thrust into her like a maniac.
"YES! Like that! Make me ride it! Make me take dat dick!"
She was loud now. Louder than before. Her voice bounced off the glass walls, filling the office with her pleasure. Anyone walking by would hear. Anyone in the adjacent buildings would hear. She didn't care.
"I LOVE this cock! I LOVE how it stretches me! I LOVE how it fills me up! I LOVE how it makes me feel like a dirty fucking whore!"
She was chasing something, another orgasm, or maybe something more. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, milking his cock with desperate squeezes. "Cum inside me! Please. PLEASE!! I need it! I need your cum! Fill me up again! Make me drip~!!
Felix grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, watching himself disappear inside her cunt over and over. Her dark flesh contrasted beautifully with his pale cock. However, on the other end of the spectrum, their sexual appetites and personalities fit like a jigsaw. Like fate. Like destiny. Like one god to another.
"Then I'll make you drip! Cumming!"
"YES! YES! GIVE IT TO ME!"
He slammed her down one final time, burying himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside her. Hot cum flooded her depths, rope after rope of thick white seed painting her insides. Smiling, she shrieked the whole way through.
They stayed like that for a moment, both trembling, both catching their breath. His cock twitched inside her, occasionally spurting another small jet of cum. Her pussy continued to flutter, aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her body.
The pull-out noises were equal parts lewd and wet. His cock emerged slick and shiny, still fully hard, still impressive. And from her pussy, cum poured out in thick, yogurt-like globs, running down her thighs, dripping onto his balls and the chair below.
Ororo turned to look at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were glassy, satisfied, but beneath that, he could see it. The hunger. She wanted more.
"Again."
His cock twitched. His stamina, now and before, would remain inhuman.
"My nerdy white stud," Ororo purred, climbing off him and sinking to her knees. Her mouth found his cock, cleaning their combined fluids from his length. "You're not done. I can see it. You want more."
She looked up at him, cum still leaking from her pussy, her face a mess of mascara and sweat and arousal. With the ends of her feet planted and nothing else, there was this natural erotic arch to her figure. Head to toe, she screamed out, "I am a slut!!"
But she didn't scream. Ororo whispered. "I will do ANYTHING for this cock. Anything you want. Any hole you want. Any position you want. Name it, and I'll do it." Her tongue traced a vein along his shaft. "Because this cock?" She kissed the tip reverently. "This is the only cock that matters now. The biggest. The baddest. The most magnificent cock I have ever seen."
Her pale blue eyes locked onto his.
"So tell me, Felix. What do you want to do to me next?"
His cock had already risen to the occasion. All she needed was verbal confirmation.
"I'm going to bend you over and give you the backshots of your fucking life."
Her eyes widened with delight.
Behind them, through the windows, the lights of New York twinkled like indifferent stars. The city didn't care what happened in this office. The world didn't care.
But Ororo cared. She cared about every inch of him, every thrust, every load.
And as Felix pulled her to her feet and bent her over the desk again, she knew this night was far from over.
***
Hours passed.
The office had grown darker. Outside the windows, Manhattan glittered like a jeweled blanket, millions of lights competing with the stars that Felix couldn't see through the light pollution. The only illumination came from the city glow and a single desk lamp that Ororo had kicked when he bent her over earlier.
Ororo was on her knees again. Of course she was.
Felix sat in his leather chair, slacks pooled around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. They did some role-playing here and there and that required clothes. Heh. It was fun acting as her boss while she pretended to be a needy, overeager employee.
"You should really pursue a career in acting," he said.
"Mm, and shouldn't you pursue a career in porn, my love?"
"Hah, maybe when I'm old." His cock stood proud and thick, jutting up like a pale monument that defied everything he understood about human biology. Ororo worshipped it with her mouth, her silver-white hair spilling over his thighs, her dark fingers wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn't fit between her lips.
"Mwah, mwah, mwah!" She pressed wet kisses along the length. "Hopefully, by then, it's still as big and hard as it is now."
"Around you, it will always be."
She laughed, and the vibration traveled through his cock into his spine. Her tongue found the underside of his glans, that sensitive spot that made his toes curl, and she exploited it ruthlessly. Lapping. Circling. Pressing just hard enough to make his hips jerk upward.
"Mm, I love it! This big, fat master cock, all for me, even when I'm old and withered~!"
He grabbed the armrests. Those eyes said everything. She was about to go crazy.
Ororo sank down, taking him into her throat with that practiced ease she'd bragged about. "Fuuuck…!" Tilting his head back, it was an experience he could never get used to. Her cheeks hollowed. Her throat muscles rippled. She held herself there, nose pressed against his pelvis, breathing through her nose with the kind of control that spoke to years of training. When she finally pulled back, a thick strand of saliva connected her lower lip to his cockhead.
She didn't say anything, she only flashed a cute, dimpled smile. Ororo casually deepthroated him and established a rhythm. Bob. Suck. Swallow. Everything was accompanied by suctioning noises.
Felix's head fell back. His eyes closed. He let the sensation wash over him in waves. His Spider-Sense suddenly tingled. He assumed he was about to cum.
He was wrong. The door opened.
"Felix, I need to—"
It was Samantha Wilson. Captain America intruded on the office and stopped at the debauchery.
"O-oh…!"
Felix's eyes snapped open. Ororo didn't stop.
His personal security guard stood in the doorway, still in her driver's uniform, keys in hand. Her eyes went wide. More than that, that super soldier gaze locked onto the scene before her: the princess of Kenya, naked on her knees, her silver-white head bobbing in Felix's lap, his pale cock disappearing between her dark lips over and over again.
Why wasn't Ororo stopping? Because duh, this happened all the time on her island! It was normal in intrude on sex.
'Oh fuck.'
Not to Felix though. With all the victories and greatness Spider-Man had achieved, he was still human in that regard.
"S-Samantha…"
Samantha was a professional. A soldier. Captain America's mantle sat on her shoulders like armor, and she had seen things that would make most people vomit. The worst humanity had to offer. So on a technical level, this meant nothing. And it wasn't like she hadn't fucked Felix before or seen him naked, or seen Ororo fuck, because funnily enough, she was the one person she had had a threesome with.
But come on. She was still that honourable, uptight lady. She didn't crave sex every week or month like they did. She did it, it was fun—okay, maybe more than fun, maybe life-changing. But in the sense that it helped her appreciate sex. It did not mean she was used to it in any casual sense.
"I—" Samantha's voice caught. Eyes flicked down and counted of dick that getting un-swallowed by Ororo. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"
Ororo pulled off Felix's cock with an obscene pop. She didn't cover herself. She didn't stand. She simply turned her head to look at the intruder, her lips wet and swollen, her pale blue eyes calm and assessing.
"Oh, Captain Wilson," Ororo said. "What a pleasant surprise. Guess this brings back memories, hm?"
Felix's face burned. His hands moved to cover himself, but Ororo slapped them away, her grip firm on his cock, holding it upright like a presentation. Casually, as though she had done a damn thing wrong in the world, Ororo asked Samantha: "Is everything alright?"
Samantha's eyes couldn't seem to leave Felix's cock. It stood there in Ororo's dark fingers, thick and veined and glistening with her saliva, the tip flushed and oozing precum. The contrast between his pale flesh and her dark grip was striking, almost artistic, and something about it made Samantha's breath catch.
Especially because her own skin tone was similar to Ororo's…
He could see it in her eyes. The, "F-fuck, focus!" that snapped her into standing upright.
"I was... checking the perimeter," Samantha managed. Her voice lost all authority with its high-pitch. "It's midnight. You've been up here for four hours."
Four hours. Felix hadn't realized.
"My apologies," Ororo said. She still hadn't released his cock. If anything, her grip had tightened, her thumb tracing lazy circles on the underside of his shaft. "We, mm…" She intentionally kissed the tip and giggled. "...lost track of time, you see."
"I-I understand."
The silence stretched. Samantha stood frozen in the doorway, her professional demeanor warring with something else. Her eyes traced the length of Felix's cock, from the root to the tip.
Felix watched her watch him. There was something in Samantha's expression that he'd never seen before.
Fascination?
"Captain Wilson." Ororo's voice cut through the tension. "Would you like to join us?"
"H-huh?" Samantha blinked. "What?"
"You heard me." Ororo smiled, and it was the smile of a predator who had scented prey. "You're staring at this magnificent cock with hunger in your eyes. I'm simply offering to share."
Samantha's face darkened. "I'm not—I don't—"
"There's no shame in desire." Ororo stroked Felix's cock slowly, her grip sliding from base to tip and back again. "I know what this cock can do. How it feels inside. How it makes you scream. Why wouldn't you want that?"
Samantha swallowed hard. Her eyes dropped to Felix's cock one last time, and Felix saw it: the hunger. The need. A white cock, thick and proud, being worshipped by a black woman on her knees. Something about it called to her, pulled at something deep and hidden.
But then Samantha shook her head. Her expression hardened into the mask of a soldier.
"I apologize for the intrusion," Samantha said, her voice stiff. "I'll leave you to your... business."
Captain America turned and walked out, closing the door behind her. The silence that followed was heavy.
"Well," Ororo said mildly. "That was interesting."
Felix exhaled. "That's Samantha Wilson for you. She won't compromise her mission that easily."
"I know who she is." Ororo's grip tightened on his cock. "I also know what I saw. She wanted this."
"...maybe."
"Mmm, so you know?" Smiling with dignity that befit her but with actions that did not, Ororo bent over and licked the precum from his tip. "I'm glad you see it. I've been reading men and women my entire life, Felix. Power is my currency. Desire is my stock. That woman wanted your cock."
'S-seriously? I mean, I know we've fucked but I thought it was just…'
Memories flashed. Of the elevator rides, of their night together, of their threesome—then it all disappeared when Ororo deepthroated him. and Felix's memories dissolved into a groan.
Now wasn't the time to look back on life. Now was the time for Ororo's mouth.
She worked him with renewed vigor, her enthusiasm untainted by the interruption. If anything, it had energized her. The thought of being watched, of being caught, of another woman seeing her on her knees—it had awakened something competitive in her.
"This cock," Ororo murmured between strokes. "This perfect, fat, white cock. I'm going to make you cum again. Right down my throat. And you're going to give me every drop."
"Fuck, Ororo—"
"That's it. Say my name. Say it while I suck the cum from your balls."
Groaning, his cock swelled in her mouth, pulsing, and rope after rope of thick cum flooded her throat. She swallowed greedily, her throat working, her eyes never leaving his face.
When he finished, she pulled back slowly, her lips maintaining their seal. The hot woman knew she was hot as she opened her mouth to show him the last of his load on her tongue, then swallowed with exaggerated ceremony.
"Mmm," Ororo purred. "Delicious. As always."
Felix slumped in his chair. His cock finally, mercifully, began to soften. He had the choice to get hard again.
"Samantha is right, it is getting late," Felix observed. "And I have appointments."
Ororo rose to her feet with fluid grace. She retrieved her dress from where it lay crumpled on the floor, examining it with mild distaste before beginning the intricate process of reassembling it.
"So it is," Ororo agreed. "I should return to my hotel then."
"Yeah."
Oro paused in her dressing, turning to face him. The soft, tender glimmer in his eyes reminded him there was more to Ororo than just the sex she desired from him.
"This was wonderful, Felix. As it always is."
Yeah. Probably because of what was happening to monarchies all over the world. Things were getting tense for her.
"For me too."
"I'll be in New York for three more days." Ororo fastened the clasp at her hip, the chains falling into place. "I expect to see you again."
It wasn't a request.
"I'll make time."
"See that you do." She crossed to where he sat and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Until then, master~"
She gathered her handmaidens from the hallway—they had been waiting with supernatural patience—and disappeared into the elevator.
Felix sat alone in his office, pants around his ankles, and cock pointed downward. The chair was far, far away from the desk. Drip, drip. His own cum and Ororo's fluids rolled off his hefty meat. Samantha peeked and instantly yelped and shut the door when he saw him. Still, he didn't pull them up. He wore a silly, satisfied smile.
Again, if there was woman he could count on to follow his orders to a tee, it was Ororo Munroe.