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🕑 Added 2016-10-05 21:41:47 +0000 UTC “That’s the drop-off?” Felicia asked, checking out the rooftop through her mask’s lenses. It didn’t look like a very up-and-up place for it. She preferred to do these things in public. You went to a restaurant, switched briefcases. Sure, you couldn’t check the loot, but at her level of professional, you didn’t have to.It wasn’t honor among thieves. More like enlightened self-interest. Nobody wanted a bunch of supervillains angry with each other.
“Not quite,” Felicity said. “We go to a meet-up, we’re checked, then the contact takes us to a second location. But I hacked his phone and the current MapQuest search was for here, but his GPS shows he hasn’t been.”
“So he’s going to take us there before we get our money.”
The rooftop was cramped and deserted, with some hired guns standing around in support positions for Yelena Belova, who Felicia took to be their connect. A Black Widow, straight from the Red Room. Quite a big stick for a simple pick-up. Then again, on this Earth, Black Cat had a symbiote. Maybe it was justified.
Nah—little ol’ her?
“I don’t like it,” Felicia concluded.
“Could be they just want to make sure everything goes smoothly. I’ve seen people spend money worse ways.”
“You don’t buy that, though.”
“No, I don’t.” Felicity smiled suddenly. “Hey, how do you feel about crazy-ass plans?”
***
Well, if you couldn’t borrow clothes from yourself, who could you borrow clothes from?
Felicia wore a clinging red dress to the meet, cut short at the hem and low in the front. It showed off her shapely body, deep cleavage, and one fantastic leg, as well as the naturally sexy sway to her walk. As she passed through the café, the place went silent. Work ground to a halt.
Some things were the same in every dimension.
Her contact looked like the rich he-bitch she would’ve expected from Felicity’s job description. Polo shirt, khaki pants, haircut too expensive to be good. He sized her up in every way he could as she sauntered to his table. She took mercy on him; she sat down instead of leaning on the tabletop.
“I have to scan you,” he said.
“That’s what the dress is for,” Felicia replied smugly.
He ran his smartphone up and down, and it cooed electronically. No wires, no bugs, no hidden weapons. Felicia smiled reassuringly as he did so, but with her body, no smile could assure much. Her body made it dangerous.
“You’re clean,” he said finally.
“When I want to be.”
“Come with me.”
That line Felicia passed up. Too easy.
He drove her to the second location Felicity had shown her, where she got her first close look at Yelena Belova. It was enough to make Felicia wonder what they were feeding them in the Red Room.
Yelena had Natasha Romanoff’s body, every inch, and she wasn’t afraid to show it. She wore black leather, but the Red Room must’ve been running low after clothing Nat’s huge breasts, so Yelena wore no leather on her long, lean belly.
Her catsuit was divided into leather pants, which hung low on her pubis in an hourglass-emblazoned belt with sidearm and knife holstered, and her top, which started just below her breasts and continued over her athletic arms to become the infamous Stingers and leather gloves of the Widow. The top was zipped all the way up, unlike the customary position of Natasha’s zipper, but that just pulled the leather all the tighter to her firmly rounded breasts. They literally strained to break free. It seemed mildly sadistic to imprison that mountainous cleavage while the utterly flat, taut expanse of her stomach went free.
“Felicity Hardy.” Yelena clapped sardonically. Her blonde hair was long and flowing; Felicia approved. Natasha’s hair always reminded her of Mary Jane. “You have something for me?”
“And here I was hoping that was your line.” Felicia held up her handbag, carefully displaying it to the thugs like she was a preschool teacher before she opened it up and brought out the loot. A simple diamond necklace: classy, but not the sort of thing Felicia needed to get attention to her chest. “You want it?”
Yelena smirked at her, gesturing one of her heavies over. He had a suitcase and when he opened it, there was enough green to do a weather report. Or did they use bluescreens for that?
Yelena reached into her utility belt, bringing out her eyepiece, and as she moved in to examine the necklace, the money came closer too.
“It’s real,” Felicia told her.
“I didn’t ask,” Yelena replied. “Mmmmm. Yes. Exactly what my employer wanted.”
Felicia yo-yoed back on the necklace, pulling the diamond into her clenched fist. “Money first.”
“Money. You capitalists are all the same.” Yelena shook her head. “If it were up to me, I’d give you the money. This city has more than its fair share of perfect breasts, but that’s no reason to ruin a pair with bullets.”
Nonetheless, here was where Felicia suddenly had a number of automatic weapons pointed her way, cocked and locked.
“But this is a matter of national security. And I can’t have a little sneak thief running around knowing enough to be dangerous…”
Felicia put her hands up, opening one to let the necklace dangle down. “Listen, just take it, I’m not—“
“Boss!” one of the thugs suddenly called. On the neighboring rooftop was the Black Cat, her symbiote roiling in an erotic striptease of a spectacle. As lashes of it came off her body, whipping and crackling in the wind, an equivalent amount of the symbiote disappeared from Felicity’s perfect body, a dance of the seven veils with deadly, masturbatory overtones. The tendrils curled through Felicity’s hair, stirring it arousingly, and caressed her cheeks and lips.
There was a moment’s stunned silence, all assembled staring at Felicity in her majesty, her sexuality, her looming threat. Then a tiny, wiry strand of the symbiote burst from her body, carving through the air to snag the necklace in Felicia’s hand and whip back with it. Both belatedly and impulsively, the thugs fired at her, but Felicity had already caught the necklace and ran for it, feelers of her symbiote trailing behind her as she leapt from the rooftop in a mocking flash of naked glory.
“After her!” Yelena ordered her underlings. She grabbed a gun from one of them and shoved it in Felicia’s face. “If that was the Black Cat, who the hell are you?”
Felicia had dated enough actresses to know how to talk like one. “Uh, I’m La Toy—not Latoya, but like Spanish for the toy, and I’m a model, but I also sing and starred in an off-off-Broadway production of—“
“I don’t care!” Yelena roared.
“Listen, the lady told me I’d get five Gs if I dyed my hair and brought a necklace over to some guy. I thought it was like a modern art thing! Or maybe a fetish!? I didn’t know someone was going to get killed! Look, just let me go, I didn’t see anything, can I please just leave?”
Yelena smiled drolly, her expression acknowledging the move that had been made—and approving. Felicia had often wondered what her marks looked like when they realized they’d been snookered. She doubted it was usually so sexual.
“Poor dear,” Yelena said in a suddenly sweet, cloying tone. “The nasty old woman set you up to take her fall.”
“I don’t think she’s that old…” Felicia said. “But okay, I’m getting that it’s illegal, but she was so hot…”
“I know,” Yelena said. “I know. Perhaps you thought that if you pleased her, she might please you? Yes? That this could all lead somewhere special?”
Felicia ducked her head and blushed masterfully. It wasn’t hard—she just had to think of how Peter had been when he’d had that black suit. “She was really nice… and really pretty… and it’s so hard to meet people in this city, y’know?”
“Yes.” Yelena reached out and brushed her hand on Felicia’s bare shoulder in an attempt to be friendly. “And you have made yourself look so nice for her, too. And such a beautiful tan… do you sunbathe nude?”
“Bob has a privacy fence around the pool,” Felicia said as though she had to explain. “I’m home a lot by myself while he takes my mom out.”
“And such fantastic skin,” Yelena breathed.
Almost playfully, she traced a finger along the glimmering sweat dotting the top of one of Felicia’s firm breasts. Her fingertip slid along the slick skin.
“You’re so smooth all over.”
Affecting a nervous swallow, Felicia turned away and closed her eyes. She made herself blush furiously, not having to work too hard to pretend embarrassment when the blonde slid off her shoulder straps to touch and caress her bare breasts with unconcealed eagerness.
Even for her, this was a bit much.
“What are you doing…” Felicia started to protest, stopping abruptly when she felt Yelena’s mouth wetly cover one of her ripe nipples.
“Just relax, dear,” Yelena soothed, her tongue flicking at Felicia’s dark nipple, driving it to harden in response. “I’m going to let you go. You just have to earn it first. But don’t worry. I won’t leave you high and dry like that nasty bitch Hardy.”
“She seemed pretty nice, actually…”
Felicia allowed herself to be lowered down by Yelena, watching wide-eyed while the Widow sucked feverishly at her naked breasts. She had to pretend to play the virgin, knowing it would arouse Yelena’s domineering instincts, but she didn’t have to pretend very hard at all. The most difficult part was playing like she was unsure about this, cajoling Yelena into seducing her all the harder, knowing that if she was thinking of her pussy, Yelena wouldn’t be concerned about betrayal.
Her heartbeat quickening, Felicia felt both of her large nipples stiffening into stark attention under Yelena’s rapt ministrations.
“God, what are you doing to me?” Felicia gasped, her eyes pleading when Yelena’s firm hand closed on her bare thigh.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Yelena assured her. “Lay still and I’ll give you the kind of pleasure a magnificent body like yours should always have. Relax and enjoy it.”
Yelena pulled Felicia’s trembling thighs apart, then slid her hand up between them. Quickly separating the slick lips of Felicia’s cunt with her fingers, the eager blonde searched for and found the other woman’s tingling clit. She played it with her fingertips.
“Ohhhh!” Felicia groaned at the sharp stab of pleasure that lanced through her tight lips. “That’s feels so strange! So wonderful! I don’t know… what you’re… doing!”
Ignoring Felicia’s gasping questions, Yelena manipulated Felicia’s quivering clit until she was squirming uncontrollably on the rooftop. Bent over the half-naked woman, Yelena gave Felicia’s swollen nipples a few more wet sucks, then slid her hot mouth down the flat expanse of the wiggling girl’s stomach, pulling Felicia’s dress down ahead of her. Down to mid-thigh. She trailed her moist lips over the gentle swell of Felicia’s groin, then nudged Felicia’s thighs wider apart with her sharp teeth, nipping at the inner thighs, smiling at how Felicia’s open legs pulled her puddled dress taut around her knees.
“You’re making me tingle all over!” Felicia sobbed as if amazed, her entire body slick with unpretended sweat.
“What a perfectly wonderful little pussy!” Yelena breathed right on it, her smiling face almost touching it. Darting her tongue out, she started licking at the slippery lips. “Oh, it’s so sweet… so juicy…”
Thighs jerking taut, Felicia wiggled her bare ass on the floor as the blonde mouthed her trembling pussy. The obscene feel of Yelena’s eager tongue sliding around in her wet sex made her groan with a building lust she couldn’t even pretend she didn’t like.
Yelena smacked her lips nosily all over Felicia’s hot cunt, probing with her tongue, holding the girl’s slick labia open with her fingers. Every time she ran her tongue up and teased at Felicia’s clit, the cat burglar let out a gasp and dug her heels into the ground.
Felicia moaned hoarsely. “I can’t fight it! It feels too good! You’re driving me wild! Ohhh! Uhh! My pussy’s on fire!”
And every inch of her firm body was alive with sensation, her hard-nippled breasts rising and falling rapidly with her harsh breaths. She had to clutch at her hair with both hands to keep from squirming right off the roof, and even then she nearly pulled her locks out of her scalp. Damn, did Yelena know what she was doing!
Every probing dart of Yelena’s tongue into her cunt made her shudder with passion. Felicia’s womanly hips began to pump with an undulating need that she was unable to control. And she didn’t want to.
“Don’t stop!” Felicia gasped, her knees spreading wider, actually ripping the dress as she thrust her sex up into Yelena’s face. “Lick my cunt! Oh! Uhhhh! It’s throbbing like hell! Yes! You suck my pussy so good, it feels so good—“
“I’m going to make you come!” Yelena promised, panting.
Felicia was off in her own world. “How can it feel so good?”
“Govno, your pussy gets so wet…”
Writhing even more frantically, Felicia strained with every muscle in her body. She kept grinding her cunt into Yelena’s burrowing face, the pink lips of her cunt gaping open for Yelena’s tongue.
“You’re turning me inside out! Suck my cunt all over!” Felicia urged hotly. “Bring me off with your mouth! Give me all of your tongue, taste all of my pussy, lick it, Yelena, mmmmm!”
Digging her heels in and jerking her naked ass off the ground again and again, Felicia repeatedly shoved her dripping sex against Yelena’s mouth. She shook from head to toe, her cunt running with so much slick juices that her bouncing ass glistened with oily moisture.
“Oh, your mouth is so sweet!” Felicia groaned shakily, straining to raise her hips even higher. “Keep licking my pussy! Suck it and kiss it and lick it! Slide your wet tongue all over my cunt! Uhh! Uhhh! Uh! I can barely breathe!”
Yelena sucked deliciously at the folds of her gaping cunt, pulling the lips taut before reaching her tongue as far as it would go into Felicia’s tight pink passage. She swallowed in the gushing wetness of her sex, the arousal she had produced, her cheek and chin drenched with the slick lubrication that poured from Felicia’s cunt in reward for her attention.
Then, sliding a hand under Felicia’s jerking thighs, she began pushing a lone finger into Felicia’s hot cunt from underneath.
Felicia groaned. “Yes, yes! Stick your finger up my cunt! Finger me while you’re eating me!” She stiffened with a quiet cry, tears coming to her eyes. “Push it deeper! Oh! Keep licking where it’s tingling so much and, mmm, yes, work your finger in and out of me! Faster! Faster! Make me come!”
The quivering walls of Felicia’s cunt sucked at Yelena’s finger, the passageway throbbing wildly at her touch. The deeper Yelena shoved her finger into Felicia’s squirming pussy, the tighter the other woman’s sex contracted.
Sliding her mouth up, Yelena enclosed the tingling engorgement of Felicia’s clit between her soft lips and sucked frenziedly.
“Ohhh, I’m coming!” Felicia moaned helplessly, her strong legs kicking wildly. Her body jerked rigid as the full impact of her climax sent her into near-insensibility, the delicious spasms of her cunt grabbing slickly at Yelena’s exploring finger. “Ohhh! My cunt! It’s never felt this way before! I’m coming! I’m coming so hard!”
Her hips churning, she spread her pale thighs as wide as she could get them, jerking her bare ass up still higher. With Yelena’s hot mouth clamped to her pulsing cunt, Felicia groaned until she’d worn out her throat, wave after wave of exquisite pleasure washing over her, lapping her from her hair to her quaking cunt, leaving her tingling all over.
“Don’t stop sucking my cunt!” Felicia gasped with a gurgling cry. “I’m coming like crazy! Ohhh! It’s so good, so good, so damn good! I’m throbbing all over! Uhhhh! Suck me harder! Suck me right down your throat! Ohhh God!”
When Felicia finally stopped wiggling, she sagged back onto the ground with a long, drawn-out sigh of utter contentment. It wasn’t faked at all.
Yelena slid her finger out of the woman’s slippery cunt and then stood with a bright smile. Her lovely face shone with Felicia’s lush juices. She looked down at Felicia and said, “Now get the fuck out of here.”
***
“Well, someone had a good time.”
Felicia laughed harshly before she resumed reapplying her make-up. “You could’ve volunteered to dangle in front of the crazy Russian spy if you wanted.”
“I’ve always wanted to do it with a Russian spy. Being grabbed by the Spetsnaz always sounded like so much fun…”
Felicia turned around, popping her lips to make sure her lipstick was on right. “Well?”
Felicity held up the diamond necklace. “Got away clean.”
“Clean—if that’s what you want to call having our hands on a state secret.”
“And in such a fashionable form.” Felicity jangled the necklace. “We should charge more for it.”
“We can’t sell it. What if it’s the plans for a nuke or something?”
Felicity pouted as she realized Felicia was right. “Well, we can’t go to the cops either. Not my style. Yours?”
“No. So do we just wait for Yelena to find us?” Felicia smiled. “I suppose I could always spread my legs for her again…”
“I don’t think that trick will work twice.”
“Fuck you, I always get them coming back for more.”
“We need some help that’s between the right side of the law and theirs. Superheroes.”
“Know any?”
“A few.” Now it was Felicity’s turn to smile. “And very well…”
***
Matt Murdock got home from work early. It was a hot day and all the secretaries at the office had unbuttoned their blouses, sweated through their underwear. By the end of the day he was seething with the smell of their bodies. Finally, he took of an hour early and headed home with only one thought in his head: Felicity Hardy.
She’d phoned him, saying that she needed to ask a favor and would be waiting for him at the usual spot, i.e. his apartment. Felicity had a better body than any of the office girls and knew how to use it better than the ones he’d tried it with. More wildcat than Black Cat. He never lost his erection during the whole drive home. Thank God for self-driving cars. He would’ve hated to have a cabbie in the vicinity for this.
As he came in, he detected Felicity standing at the sink with her back to him. She was washing dishes, obviously having grown bored waiting for him. So she’d decided to tidy up around the place to occupy her time. Surprisingly considerate of her, but he supposed that over the years, the sexy posing thing had gotten a bit old.
For a moment he couldn’t help just devouring her long shapely legs with his senses. Then he slipped off his shoes and made his way quietly forward, tiptoeing through the well-remembered environs of his own apartment. She may have been a master thief, but she wasn’t a ninja. The whoosh of tap water in the sink eradicated any chance there might’ve been of her detecting him.
Grinning happily, he slid off his pants and underwear, thinking it amazing that Felicity couldn’t hear the stiff thundering that he felt in his cock. With his senses, a pulse like that would’ve been clear from across the room. It was like a gong being beaten. What a surprise she was going to get, now that his on-again, off-again lover was on again.
She still had not moved from the sink as he slowly crept up behind her. She was humming softly to herself. He didn’t recognize the tune—odd, given how many he heard in his day-to-day life.
Still grinning broadly, Matt came up behind her and got both hands around her waist before she knew what was happening. In one quick motion he tore her jeans down around her ankles. He would’ve gotten her panties too, but she wasn’t wearing them.
Felicity yelped with sudden shock. She struggled and thrashed, splashing dishwater on the floor, but she couldn’t escape. He was too quick for her. He pulled her thighs apart with his hands and slid his twitching cock under her bare ass.
“Recognize this?” he said, rubbing it against her sex.
Knowing who it was calmed Felicity down, but he could still detect her heart racing. “Matt?”
“You got it. Here’s your prize.”
His thick cock slid all the way into her. She whimpered with pleasure as he fucked her from behind, clutching the edge of the counter to keep her balance.
“Matt, I’m not—ohh! Unh! Mmmmmm!”
Matt slid his hands under her shirt and filled his hands with her breasts. He thought it was odd she wasn’t wearing a bra—she usually did, even when he was just going to take it off, especially when he was just going to take it off. But he squeezed the full globes anyway, jamming him into her all over again.
“Unnhh! Unh!” she panted.
She tried to look over her shoulder at him. Her mouth was slack and the whites of her eyes showed as the ecstasy of it crowded out her expression.
“Oh Matt… oh! I’m… I’m not… ahhh!” she gasped. “God, this feels good!”
The resistance went out of her body, giving way to the looseness he knew and loved. She bent over, resting her body on the edge of the sink, pushing her ass slowly back into his thrusts.
Matt braced his feet, squeezing her breasts sharply to lower her defenses, then lunged into her harder than ever, lifting her onto her toes.
“Ohhh! Oh fuck me, fuck me!” she groaned hoarsely. “Yesss!”
Matt caught her stiff nipples with his fingers, holding them still as he plunged his cock into her forcefully. Her nipples pulled and strained at his pinching as her whole body reeled from his thrusts. He gasped as she shimmied her ass, her pussy clenching on him, and accelerated his pace. Piercing and reaming her with his rigid manhood. She was moaning constantly now.
“Mmmmmmm,” she mewled. “Get it in me, get it in me! I’m going to come! Ah! Ah! AHHHHH!”
Without warning she exploded into orgasm. It surprised Matt since she had always been so slow to come for him, so needful of lavished attention. He had planned to fuck her in that position for a while, then take her to the bed, undress her, and give her seconds. But she was already coming, her cunt possessively clutching him, her body shivering with spasms.
“OOHNNN! AANNGGHHH!” she grunted, moaned.
The quick violence of Felicity’s climax tore an answer out of Matt. He grabbed her fiercely and jammed himself into her. His hot cum hurtled out of his cock and he heard her cry out with delight to feel it inside herself.
For a few moments they were locked together, panting. Matt’s cock throbbed and oozed deep inside her cunt.
“Yes…” Felicity gasped as he finally pulled away.
She half-turned, still reeling from the shock of her orgasm. Before Matt knew what she was doing, she sank to her knees and took his still-stiff prick into her mouth. She sucked and tongued it, bringing in the last few drops of his jism before it could grow limp. With her mouth on it, that took twice as long.
Still holding his cock in her hand, she looked up at him. An odd smile cut her lips. “What’s my name?” she whispered.
Matt chuckled. “Felicity Hardy.”
Slowly she stood up and faced him. “Didn’t you notice anything different?”
“Of course.” Matt smiled. “We’ve never done it in the kitchen, have we?”
Felicity rolled her eyes. “We’ve never done it at all.”
Matt could only imagine the befuddled expression he was wearing at the moment. “Who are you, Wolverine? What’s with the amnesia act?”
That’s when he heard a new key in the lock—surprisingly, considering all his lovers were polite enough to call him before showing up. Still, quick as lightning, he pulled up his pants and zipped his fly, only to reach out with his senses and detect Felicity Hardy again as she came into the apartment and shut the door behind her.
“Matt, good, you’re here, I need a favor and I brought Chinese as preemptive thanks. This is Felicia, she’s me from another universe, and—“ Felicity might not’ve had his senses, but there was far too much cum in Felicia’s pussy to just be ignored. “Seriously? This was not that long a line!”
