Warning: Suitable for those over 18.
All characters are over 18.
Porn with a plot.
Follow me on P4treon-/-GOATXXI
x-.-com-/-IMGOAT2025
.....
"..."
Peter thought about what Phil said and since he already knew what SHIELD wanted to do thanks to ALFRED, he had already thought about what to say.
"I have no problem working with the government, but I don't know how we'll work together if you don't know who I am and how to contact us," Peter said.
"That's not a problem," Phil said, happy not to have a more difficult job, and took a cell phone out of his pocket.
"We'll give you a special phone number so we can communicate."
"It's untraceable and untraceable, so you don't have to be afraid to use it."
What Phil said was true, as they didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with their new friendship, but that didn't mean the agency didn't have other ways to find what they wanted.
The more they communicate with Spider-Man, the more likely they are to discover his true identity.
"A team will be available 24/7 for you to call and get the help you need."
"And if New York City needs your help, we'll call you," Phil finished, handing him the cell phone.
"Okay, I'll contact you if I need your help," Peter said, taking the cell phone and putting it in his pocket.
His objective accomplished, Phil didn't delay any longer and retreated. After all, in addition to Spider-Man, someone wearing a technological suit of armor had now appeared.
With what Stark's armor had demonstrated, and that he was sure that several videos had already been leaked on the Internet, Phil was sure that this would trigger a wave in the world and several governments would try to replicate Stark's armor.
After Phil left, Peter walked around the place and after making sure his help was no longer needed, his figure became invisible before quickly leaving the place.
He had seen several journalists appear and did not want to get tangled up with them.
Seeing Peter's figure disappear, the journalists lamented.
They wanted to be the first to interview Spider-Man, but they missed the opportunity.
.
.
.
As Phil predicted, several videos of the battle between Iron Man and Iron Monger invaded the Internet and caused a stir among the masses.
Breaking news quickly spread across newscasts in several countries, reporting on what had happened in the City of Angels.
Several experts were interviewed and all agreed that this would start a new form of warfare in the future.
On the internet, netizens were going crazy, with many claiming they would sell everything they owned for the chance to wear an armor like Iron Man's.
But the most enthusiastic were the governments and the arms and military equipment companies, who quickly began to plan the creation of their own armor.
Of course, the appearance of Spider-man and the way he defeated Iron Monger also appeared on the Internet, but that did not reduce the enthusiasm for building futuristic armor.
Watching what was happening on television and the internet, Peter kept an eye on the world's reaction to his energy shield demonstration.
And as I expected, the popularity of Iron Man's armor dropped a bit and everyone started talking about the spider superhero's energy shields.
Exactly like those seen in science fiction movies, the public went crazy over these shields and many wanted to get their hands on them and play with them.
Of course, it also became popular for its use in personal, vehicle, and building security, demonstrating great damage absorption capacity by withstanding large-caliber bullets and missile blasts that would demolish several entire buildings.
Spider-Man merchandise sold out in stores as people bought nonstop for days afterward, sending factories around the world into overdrive to create more merchandise, adding the new accessories in the form of robotic arms that could create energy shields.
Now Spider-man toys were the favorite gifts for children now that Christmas is approaching.
Sitting behind his desk, Peter smiled as he read the reports he received about requests for image rights and the production of toys and other merchandise that were coming into his company.
¡Gluck! ¡Gluck! ¡Gluck! ¡Gluck! ¡Gluck!
Meanwhile, Natasha was serving him, kneeling at his crotch with his cock going in and out of her throat while her hands rubbed his balls.
¡Gluck! ¡Gluck! ¡Gluck! ¡Gluck! ¡Gluck!
Grabbing the redhead's hair, Peter pressed his face against her crotch and sighed as he released the load he had accumulated during the day.
¡Gulp! ¡Gulp! ¡Gulp! ¡Gulp! ¡Gulp!
Natasha, or Natalie as the redhead was now called without knowing that Peter knew her identity, swallowed everything with enthusiasm while her pussy spasmed due to the spell that Peter cast on her to reach climax every time he did it.
Natasha kept her lips on the base of Peter's cock for a good minute, sucking to take as much as she could, and pulling back when she needed air.
On shaky legs, Natalie stood up, leaving the wet floor, and straightened her wrinkled blouse and skirt.
"If you don't have any other orders for my Mr. Parker, then I'll leave," Natasha said, having fixed her secretary uniform and almost doing a perfect job if it weren't for her juices running down her legs.
Steadying her body, the redhead took the papers Peter had signed and prepared to leave the office.
"Wait a minute," Peter said as he continued to rest in the chair with his pants around his ankles.
"I'll stop by your apartment for the night," Peter said as he placed his hand on the redhead's butt and gave it a squeeze.
"..."
"I'll wait for him," Natasha said, her body shaking with delight at the idea.
As he pulled out, Natasha felt her wet pussy and damp underwear perfectly. As she'd been expecting this to happen for a long time, the redhead was already ready, having prepared several sets of clothes.
.
.
.
That same night, Natasha was waiting in the living room of the apartment that SHIELD gave her for this mission.
Toc Toc
And at 10 o'clock at night, the door rang and the redhead quickly went to open the door.
Natasha wouldn't admit for anything that she was anxious, but she just didn't want her boss to get upset with her for taking so long to open the door. Yes, that's it.
"Hey Nat," Peter said, smiling at the redhead.
"Hello," the spy smiled at her boss and stepped aside for him to pass.
After entering, Peter's attention was on the figure of his secretary and how sexy she looked.
Natasha was wearing a very low-cut red dress that only reached her thighs, well above her knees.
Peter could guess that if Natasha stretched a little, her dress would show off her perfect butt.
Feeling Peter's predatory gaze, Natasha looked down as her cheeks turned red.
As much as she wanted to deny it, she liked the way Peter looked at her and she longed for what would happen tonight.
Of course, when she remembered that SHIELD might order her to withdraw from her mission, the redhead became a little depressed.
But Peter didn't let Natasha think about it any longer and took her by the arms.
Pulled hard, Natasha was soon trapped in Peter's arms with his lips eating hers.
Natasha's arms immediately wrapped around Peter's neck and she kissed him back.
They kissed aggressively in front of the apartment door for several minutes.
"Mmmmn!" Natasha moaned as Peter's hands moved down her back to her butt and squeezed her round cheeks.
With a single tug, Peter lifted her dress and easily had access to her rear end, divided by a red thong.
The young man's hands squeezed her buttocks and spread them, revealing her puckered hole.
¡Pah! ¡Pah!
Peter slapped the redhead's buttocks, clapping for a full minute before stopping.
As their mouths parted and a thread of saliva joined them, Natasha was sure her butt was as red as her hair.
"Let's go to your room," said Peter.
Natasha nodded and started moving.
As they walked through the apartment toward her bedroom, Peter's hand never stopped squeezing her ass while his finger rubbed her puckered hole.
Natasha's body trembled with Peter's finger in her ass, and she was glad she'd cleaned her ass and gotten it ready for tonight. She'd never used it before, but something told her maybe today would be the day.
Soon the duo arrived at their room and Natasha led them inside.
Peter checked the entire room, especially the bed since it would be the star of the night.
"Let me take off your dress," Peter said as he approached Natasha.
Slowly, he removed her dress and revealed what was hidden underneath.