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Caught in her Web - Chapter 28
🕑 Added 2024-04-11 07:49:17 +0000 UTCChapter 28
Pete’s face was buried so deep in his tablet when he returned home that it took him an embarrassing amount of time to realise he had a guest.
In his defence, it had been a pretty hectic day. After weeks of preparation, he’d finally followed through on his promise to recoat Logan’s skeleton in vibranium. The operation, guided by his nanites and a team of professional surgeons observing, went off without a hitch. Last he saw his ecstatic friend, he’d left the man in one of their combat rooms in SI, a wild, psychotic grin on his face as he tore through hordes of training bots.
On the note of dealings made with mutants, he’d also finished his prototype for the neural inhibitor and incorporated them with his personal nanites. No matter how hard Jean had tried, she could no longer see into his mind. The tech had unsettled the powerful telepath, to have a portion of her powers so readily neutered, but when he promised to show her a picture of Emma’s reaction to his new defences, she’d been all-smiles.
While Frost’s lack of respect for personal boundaries was a big driver for this tech initially, Pete had a far more important reason to make sure telepaths would stay out of his head.
He had a secret to keep, an Infinity Stone to protect and safeguard.
Strolling into his kitchen, he started in surprise when he almost ran into a nearly naked Gloria. His girlfriend’s beautiful, stacked friend was bent over their kitchen counter and sensually eating a bowl of cereal, grinning around the spoon of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and moaning in delight when she swallowed, as if it was a sexual experience.
Eh, to be fair, it kinda is…
What was even more surprising was Gloria was dressed - and he used that term loosely - in just a thin silk robe that she hadn’t even cinched shut, her heavy tits fully exposed and resting on his bench.
He knew he was staring, but he honestly didn’t care. Gloria had some of the best tits he’d ever seen and the way they rested, pooling out on the cool surface was so, so hot.
‘Take a picture,’ she teased, after finally swallowing the cereal. ‘I don’t mind.’
He already had. Several. But he wouldn’t be telling her that… Both he and Gwen would enjoy them later.
You forfeit all rights to privacy when you get your tits out in my house and shove them in my face…
Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs - heh - he finally managed to tear his eyes away from her boobs and stared into her dark eyes. Gloria had let her hair grow out a little since the last time he’d seen her - which hadn’t been since the invasion, he suddenly realised. She’d cut it into a much more punky style, shaved to the skin along the back and sides. She’d left it long up top, straightened it, dyed it blonde and styled it forward.
‘Wow, cool do. It suits you.’
Her teasing look vanished and was replaced with a much more touched, pleased smile. ‘Thanks. Thought it was time for a new look.’
Unable to help himself, his eyes slowly trailed down to her exposed tits and Gloria’s grin returned. ‘Not that I’m complaining,’ he assured, depositing his bag on the bench and starting to make himself a coffee - a rather difficult task, he found, when he couldn’t stop stealing peaks at Gloria’s funbags. ‘But why are you naked in my kitchen?’
‘We’ve been practising most of the day,’ Gloria explained, putting another spoon of cereal in her mouth, her tongue slithering out to clean the spoon in a way that had his jeans suddenly feeling tight - tighter. ‘Then Gwen convinced us to stream our practise. In the nude.’
Pete snorted and smiled wide. ‘Of course she did. And you guys agreed?’
She shrugged, her spoon now stirring her cereal slowly as she eyed him up and down appreciatively, like a hungry lioness eyed a healthy, baby zebra. Pete was just wearing his work clothes, but these days Gwen wouldn’t let him leave the house unless his shirts were perfectly fitted, his jeans skinny and showing off his powerful legs. He’d been reliably informed that he was hot and Gloria seemed to agree.
‘It sounded hot,’ Gloria admitted with another shrug. ‘Great publicity too, our next show will be crazy. Why are you so shocked?’
Pete laughed. ‘You three, I can believe. I’m shocked Betty agreed.’
Gloria snorted. ‘You four, and the coward stayed in her underwear.’
Pete’s brain came to a sudden, screeching halt with a metaphorical record scratch.
‘What do you mean, four? There’s five of you now?’
‘Mmhmm,’ Gloria nodded, popping another mouthful of processed sugar into her mouth, her plump, moist, delectable lips sealing around the neck of the spoon and erotically sliding up and down the metal until she slowly dragged it back out, her tongue lapping up some of the milk that had escaped the corners of her mouth. ‘MJ got us a new lead vocalist.’
It was getting hard to concentrate with all the outrageous flirting going on, especially with Gloria’s tits casually hanging out in his face.
Shaking his head, he ignored Gloria’s satisfied chuckle as he spoke. ‘It’s gonna be pretty weird to be called The Mary Janes without MJ being the lead vocalist…’
‘We’re rebranding, apparently,’ Gloria answered with another shrug. ‘New name and everything. I don’t really care to be honest, as long as I can play.’
‘Huh…cool.’ What else could he say? He hoped it worked out for them and he’d be interested to hear if the style of their music changed.
He made to finish his cup of coffee and grinned at Gloria’s deadpan stare.
‘Are you really just going to make some java while I’m sitting here, naked?’
With his back to her, Gloria couldn’t see his grin. ‘Why? You horny or something? What do you want me with my little dick to do about it?’
Pete thought he did pretty well controlling the cackle that desperately wanted to spill free, especially when Gloria growled in frustration behind him.
‘Are you two clowns ever going to let that go?!’
With his mug resting against his lips, Pete slowly turned and eyed the now fully naked Gloria with a raised eyebrow. She'd shucked the silk robe and was standing before him with an annoyed scowl, her arms crossed underneath and supporting her heavy breasts and her hip cocked sexily.
While he took a moment to appreciate her busty form, what really drew his attention was the newest addition to her body - namely the tattoo sleeves on both arms and the entirety of her right thigh.
‘Wow. Cool ink.’
Her annoyance faded at the compliment and she looked down at her own body as if to see what he was talking about. ‘Oh right, you haven't seen these yet either. Yeah, I like it, stop dodging my fucking question.’
Her new tattoos really did suit her, especially with the new hair do. The dark ink was incredibly detailed and intricate, the artist definitely earning their, no doubt, high fee.
Instead of answering, Pete just casually unzipped his jeans and leaned against the counter, his face a mask of stone. He'd been tempted to message Gwen before taking this step, but not only would that have likely annoyed his girlfriend, Pete was pretty sure she'd be way more turned on if he messed around with the clearly horny Gloria without him asking for permission.
Now it was Gloria's turn to reel back in surprise, the pleasant kind. With a sexy grin, she hurried over to him and without the slightest hint of hesitation, slipped her small hand into the opening of his pants.
‘Oh wow, pretty eager to get at my small dick, huh?’
She glared up at him as her fingers circled around his painfully hard erection. ‘Shut up.’
Pete chuckled then sighed in pleasure as she pulled him out of his jeans. With his hard cock now jutting out proudly through his zipper, Gloria slid to her knees, her hands running down his chest and thighs until her face was just inches away from his aching member.
With a final wink up at him, Pete groaned with approval as Gloria opened wide and swallowed him to the hilt, her dextrous tongue lashing at the underside of his shaft. Putting his coffee down, his hands threaded their way into her new do, the blonde hair soft to the touch and surprisingly lacking in product.
As Gloria started to bob on his shaft, her smouldering eyes locked with his, Pete guided her head and started to growl, her warm mouth feeling incredible.
‘God you're such a horny little slut,’ he cursed, ripping an excited whimper from the bassist when his grip tightened in her hair and he pulled. ‘Did you get turned on showing off those massive tits to Gwen's fans?’
‘Mhmm.’ Gloria’s reply was muffled, and all the hotter for it, her eyes widening and the intensity of her moans increasing as his handling of her got a little rougher. Her humming also sent delicious vibrations along his cock, which sent a shock of pleasure all the way up his spine.
‘You guys should - mm - just make it a part of your brand, do your next gig in the - hah - nude!’
Gloria’s eyes widened in surprise before her eyelids fluttered closed, her groan of pleasure as she imagined the erotic idea deep and guttural.
Pulling off his glistening cock with a gasp, a string of precum mixed with her saliva connected his tip with her dark, plump lips. ‘No shot Gwen can finish a set if we do that, the slut would be so turned on she'd be stuffing her drumsticks up her needy cunt.’
Pete barked out an agreeing laugh, his cock throbbing with desire as he imagined the scene.
Gwen is all about showmanship as a drummer, why the hell not…?
Gloria was grinning sultrily and slowly jacking him as she spoke, her hand spreading his juices along his throbbing shaft as she bit her lip and looked up at him with desire.
She looks so fucking hot, staring up at me like that.
He couldn't wait to show Gwen the picture of her slutty friend later, her tits jiggling and shaking as she jacked him off.
Pete shook his head fondly before forcing her lips back onto his cock, the kinky slut easily taking him to the hilt. She was apparently a pro at suppressing her gag reflex.
With who she usually fucks, that makes sense…
Pete tilted his head back and groaned, his eyes screwed shut as Gloria tried to suck his soul out through his cock. Her technique was so different to his girlfriend's, the unfamiliarity somehow making it all the hotter, and fresh. Wrong. Taboo.
Nothing could be further from the truth, of course, and he didn't doubt Gwen would love watching this back later while riding him, but that didn't make the situation any less erotic.
While Gwen normally preferred taking her time when giving head, her goal usually to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible while she herself found immense joy in the act itself, Gloria was the polar opposite. While no less enjoying herself, the cool and sultry bassist seemed to take it as a personal attack that he hadn’t cum already, her entire being focused on making that happen as soon as possible, bringing all of her considerable skills to bear to achieve that.
Obviously, he preferred Gwen’s method - it wouldn’t be her method if he didn’t - but the novelty of the new and unfamiliar technique had a charm all on its own.
The naughtiness of experiencing it while his own girlfriend was downstairs couldn’t be understated either.
‘Well, well…’
Pete’s eyes snapped open in shock at the familiar, yet wholly unexpected voice.
‘F-felicia?!’ Pete gasped in shock at the intrusion. His lust-fogged mind wondered why - even though not prone to bouts of embarrassment - Gloria hadn’t even blinked at the interruption.
Or stopped her expert blowjob.
Shaking his head to clear it of the lust-spawned cobwebs, he gripped Gloria’s hair tightly, as if to encourage her to stop. She, of course, was having none of it and just groaned with lust at the rough treatment. Huffing in annoyance, Pete turned and beheld his secretary in all her lusty, nude glory.
‘What are you doing here?!’
Felicia’s smile only widened, her dark, purple lipstick contrasting deliciously with her pale skin. Instead of answering, she merely raised an eyebrow, apparently finding the situation she’d stumbled upon highly amusing.
Gloria, thankfully, answered with, in retrospect, what should have been obvious given the contextual clues.
In his defence, she was still sucking his dick.
‘Meet our new lead vocalist,’ she answered, gasping as she pulled off his cock. ‘She’s not as good a singer as you, but she’s famous and better than MJ.’
‘Excuse me?’
‘She’s famous?’
While Felicia gaped at Gloria in shock, Pete was trying to wrap his mind around what his fellatrix just said. ‘What do you mean she’s famous, she’s, err -’ he paused, looking at Felicia in surprise when he realised what he was about to say, ‘-my secretary.’
That, unfortunately, finally convinced Gloria to stop blowing him. ‘I’m sorry, Black Cat is your secretary?!’
Pete…was terribly confused. How was she some world renowned thief when everyone knew of her alter ego. Felicia cackled and quickly came to his rescue, apparently understanding the source of his confusion.
‘When Gwen said you really know nothing about music, she wasn’t lying.’ Her deep voice was highly amused and melodious, her slight French accent only adding to her overall appeal as she leaned against his kitchen counter. Her arms crossed under her heavy breasts, begging for him to ogle them - breasts, he noted, that were almost as large as Gloria’s, her pale, pink nipples begging to be suckled.
As if reading his mind, Felicia’s smile widened with delight, her teeth nibbling at her lower lip as she eyed him appreciatively. Gloria was still stroking his cock and looking between them in confusion, exposing him for the first time to his apparently interested secretary.
Felicia continued. ‘Back home, when I was younger, I was a pop star. I don’t mean to brag,’ she said, bragging, ‘but I was pretty famous. It is pretty adorable that you have no idea who I am.’ Then her eyes narrowed and she turned to the kneeling Gloria. ‘And what did you mean by saying Peter is a better singer than me?’
Pete ignored the back and forth between the girls, the surreality of it happening with his cock out as if it were nothing - Gloria kissing and stroking it in between her words - not even registering.
How the fuck did I not know this?! I did a deep dive into her background!
His mental query towards his personal AI revealed the answer. He…kind of did know, the information plain as day in her profile. He’d just…dismissed it as unimportant. The innocuous line only briefly touched on her musical career because it had been unimportant in the grand scheme of things.
Though, if she was as popular as Gloria had implied, he guessed that meant her disguise had been more impressive than he’d given her credit for.
Or her abilities at subterfuge…
As Gloria tried to describe his singing talents to a disbelieving Felicia, Pete jumped back in, interrupting her.
‘Don’t listen to her, she’s just pulling your leg.’
Gloria glared up at him. ‘The hell I am - oomph.’
He shut her up by plugging her pie-hole with his suddenly lonely, still-hard dick. As if sensing his embarrassment, Gloria’s annoyance quickly shifted to amusement and she giggled, the sound muffled by his member.
‘So…what?’ Pete asked, returning his attention to a still-confused Felicia. He didn’t doubt the traitorous sluts - probably Gwen, he realised with looming dread - would fill Felicia in eventually, he just hoped they did it when he wasn’t there. ‘You’re joining a band now?’
Pete was increasingly finding it hard to concentrate, between Gloria’s excellent blowjob and the sight of both she and Felicia naked, enough to hasten him to his climax. The casual conversation with his secretary while all this happened wasn’t helping matters either.
Casual nudity is hot as hell and I blame Gwen for that thought.
His secretary shrugged. ‘Since I decided to stick around, I needed something to do with my free-time.’ She grinned at his understandable look of disbelief, but didn’t elaborate further. ‘So, is there a particular reason why your secretary is the only woman in your orbit you’re not fucking?’
Gloria pulled off his cock once again in shock and stared at him in disbelief. ‘Wait, you have Black Cat as your secretary and you’ve never hit it?!’
Pete flushed in embarrassment, partly at the look Gloria was giving him and partly because Felicia…was pretty, uncomfortably right in her assessment. The fact that Gloria was participating in this conversation while lacking a huge, crucial bit of context was becoming increasingly annoying too.
‘I thought you had a boyfriend?’
‘Dumped him,’ Felicia said with a shrug, jumping up onto the nearby stool and crossing her legs as she watched them with intrigue. ‘He was boring. You know, if you keep ignoring me, I might start to think you don’t find me attractive.’ Her smile widened, belying her words as she flicked her long, luscious white hair over her shoulder and started to rub her own pebbled nipple with lust.
Her words were patently ridiculous. Felicia, especially now that she no longer dressed down and was sitting before him in all her glory, was one of the most attractive women he’d ever seen. Built pretty similarly to Mary Jane, she was somehow even more voluptuous, with wider hips and more powerful legs that he attributed to her extracurricular activities of the non-musical kind.
If she were so inclined, he didn’t doubt Gwen would adore spending hours between her muscular thighs - if she hadn’t already. Though he supposed she’d have told him by now if she had - maybe she wanted them to fuck her together?
The thought sent a pulse of desire through him that had his knees buckling. Gloria chuckled deeply with his cock in her mouth, the vibrations combined with her wicked tongue had him holding the bench for support. The fellatrix unbuttoned his jeans and slid both them and his underpants down his legs, releasing his member just long enough for them to fall. With his lower half now completely bare, Gloria caught his bouncing tip between her lips and focused on it, one hand stroking his shaft and the other pulsing balls.
‘Fuuuuuck,’ he groaned, his face flushing when he noticed the intensity with which his audience was staring. Felicia, still seated on the stool, had her legs spread and was rubbing her glistening lips as she watched on with evident desire.
The transformation that had come over the woman ever since she’d stopped trying to be someone she wasn’t was honestly astounding. No longer acting meek and keeping her head down, ever since he’d revealed he’d always known her alter-ego Felicia had flirted with him outrageously at every opportunity - even when it was patently obvious that he was feeling less than amorous in the months following the invasion.
She’d somehow taken the spot in his life that Cindy had quietly vacated, guilt and self-recriminations on both their parts snuffing that relationship out wholesale, though she still remained his bodyguard and friend.
In an attempt to deprive Gloria of her prize for just a little longer, Pete looked up at Felicia and wet his lips. ‘What -’ he paused, biting his fist to mask his groan, ‘what are the others doing?’
His secretary chortled then grinned cheekily. ‘Worried Gwen will catch you cheating?’
The question was so bizarre it gave him a brief moment of clarity, even as Gloria’s chuckles threatened to spell his end. With a bemused look on his face, he answered, ‘No?’
Felicia pouted in disappointment and shrugged as she leaned further back into the stool, her ministrations growing more urgent. ‘When I left them they were looking at and interviewing producers - it sounded boring. I always had my managers deal with such things.’
That did sound boring. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting when he asked, but it certainly hadn’t been that.
Feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching, Pete grabbed two fistfulls of Gloria’s hair and started to forcefully thrust into her mouth. Far from being discouraged, the slutty bassist just groaned with lust at the rough treatment.
When Gwen rounded the corner naked as a jaybird and with a huge smile on her face - no doubt incredibly pleased with the scene she thought she was about to stumble across based on the sounds they were making - Pete returned it and shrugged helplessly.
She didn’t speak. Completely ignoring Gloria, Gwen bound to his side and wrapped her arms around his neck, devouring his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He moaned into her mouth, their tongues duelling for supremacy before Gwen finally pulled back with a pleased sigh.
‘How was the stream?’ he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. ‘You super horny?’
‘Stream was great, loads of viewers, and you’ve got no idea.’ She chuckled before looking down and adding her own hand to Gloria’s bouncing head, completely unperturbed by the schlocking and gagging sounds. ‘This nice little surprise certainly doesn’t hurt.’
‘Thought you’d like it,’ he admitted with a smile. ‘Should I expect to come home to naked hotties often, or…?’
Gwen smiled cheekily, her eyes dancing with erotic mischief. She took his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging at it playfully. ‘Would you like that baby?’
He groaned, Gloria desperately trying to rip his orgasm from him. ‘I wouldn't - mm - hate it…’
Chuckling, his girlfriend captured his lips again, her hands trailing up under his shirt and over his chiselled abs until they reached his chest, his knees buckling when she started to pinch his nipples. When she then shifted to nibbling on his neck, he quickly came undone, the eroticism of the situation finally doing him in.
‘Cumming!’ he grunted, his hand tightening in Gloria's hair. She matched his grunt, resisting his pull and refusing to let go of her prize. Screwing his eyes shut, Gwen swallowed his gasps and moans as he unloaded a hefty load down her friend’s eager throat.
‘Cum in her whore mouth baby,’ Gwen cooed, running a hand through his messy hair. ‘Fill the greedy slut up…’
Pete let out breathy gasps with each torrent of ejaculate shot down Gloria’s throat, his body quivering with pleasure.
When she'd sucked every last drop out of him, Gloria leaned back on her heels and glared up at Gwen. ‘Rude.’
Gwen grinned and looked completely unapologetic. ‘That's what you get when you don't share, slut.’
Gloria rolled her eyes and stood, groaning as she stretched her aching muscles. She then reached above her head, her hands clasped together and groaned as her back popped and cracked, grinning as she caught Pete, Gwen and Felicia staring hungrily at her heavy, hanging tits.
‘Sorry for not being bi,’ she snapped sarcastically.
‘You should be,’ Gwen agreed with an annoyed frown. Chuckling, Pete wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist and pulled her close, her toned back and ass pressed snugly against his front.
‘Where's MJ and Betty?’ he asked curiously as his fingers danced over her chiselled abs, his lips peppering her neck with feather light kisses.
‘They left,’ Gwen answered with a needy moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she reached back between them and slipped his spent shaft between her meaty cheeks. ‘They needed to get ready, the girls are going out later for Betty's birthday.’
Gloria cursed, her head snapping towards the clock on the nearby wall before she cursed again. ‘Can I use your shower? I lost track of time.’
Gwen waved her away and Gloria hurried off in the direction of their bedroom. In her haste, she gave them all an incredible show, her tits and ass jiggling all over the place.
‘So,’ Pete asked, motioning to Felicia, ‘how did this happen?’
Gwen shrugged and Felicia grinned. ‘Right place right time, MJ mentioned stepping back from lead vocals and focusing on the music and I happened to know of a certain cat burglar with a lot of time on her hands.’
Felicia made to protest, but instead thought better of it, shrugging and confirming Gwen’s simplistic explanation was accurate enough..
‘How'd the things with Logan and Jean go?’
Pete noticed Felicia's thinly veiled interest and shot her a cheeky grin. ‘I'll tell you about it later.’ Gwen matched his grin when she turned to look over at a pouting Felicia.
‘So…what are we doing tonight, Stud?’ She asked, her hands roaming all over his body. ‘You got me all fired up with your show.’
‘Going to a birthday party, apparently,’ Pete answered with an amused snort, capturing his girl's roaming hands and bringing them to his lips.
She started in surprise, not expecting that answer at all.
‘I thought -’
‘What?’ Pete cut her off, his tone laced with amusement. ‘They've been together for how long now? And you're certainly not getting rid of me,’ she giggled when he punctuated his statement by squeezing her toned ass. ‘Did you really think I'd be okay with you skipping one of your bestie's birthdays forever because of my and Harry's past? We're big boys, we'll deal with it.’
With a squeal, Gwen launched herself into his arms and started planting excited kisses all over his face before hopping out of his arms and grabbing Felicia's hand. ‘Come on Cat, we need to decide what we're wearing.’
‘We?’ Felicia asked in bemusement as Pete sipped at his now cold coffee.
‘Yeah, you're part of the band now. Means we’re practically besties too.’
‘You've been suspiciously quiet for a while now,’ Pete observed, grinning cheekily. ‘You scoping the place out or something?’
‘I would advise against that,’ Madam Web interrupted before Felicia could cheekily reply. ‘I claim no responsibility for whatever actions I take to defend my home…’
‘Well, that was certainly ominous,’ Felicia noted after a brief moment of uncomfortable silence. ‘As for why I'm quiet, I think I'm still trying to square the image of you as my nerdy boss with the reality of you being an apparent lothario…’
‘I know, isn’t it great?’ Gwen said with a giddy smile as she looped her arm through the naked Felicia’s. ‘I take full responsibility for that. Before I got my hands on him, he wouldn’t even look at a girl without asking me first - by the way, you have great tits. Are you bi? Please tell me you’re bi…’
‘Only on days that end in a Y,’ Felicia joked with a sultry smile, her perfect teeth biting her plump, lower lips sexily. Gwen hopped up and down and squealed in excitement before leading her away - before she disappeared though, Gwen looked over her shoulder and winked. ‘I think you’ve made her wait long enough, Stud…’
Pete motioned to his almost empty mug. ‘Gloria can wait until I’m done with my coffee.’
‘So mean,’ Felicia noted with a naughty pout, earning a chuckle from Gwen.
‘That’s on me too, I think…’
Pete eyed their gorgeous, naked, swaying asses until they disappeared around the corner. He hadn’t bothered to put his cock away, and as he swallowed the last sip of room-temperature java, he sighed and looked down at his revitalised member.
‘Ready to make the haughty bitch squeal, buddy?’
‘Peter, it’s not healthy to talk to your penis…’
With an amused snort and cheeks flushed in embarrassment, he put his mug in the sink and made his way to his bedroom, his cock growing steadily harder when, as he drew closer, he heard the sound of the water in his shower running.
The sight of Gwen and Felicia locked in a passionate embrace on their bed only added fuel to the fire of his raging libido - which had admittedly grown a little out of control ever since his self-imposed abstinence. The girls’ were kissing passionately and moaning into each other’s mouths, their bodies a tangle of limbs. As Felicia wrapped her arms around Gwen’s powerful, naked body, his girlfriend ran her hand down Felicia’s soft belly, her fingers slipping inside her glistening womanhood.
Before he realised what he was doing, Pete was stroking his cock as he beheld the insanely erotic scene. He was about to join them on the bed but, as if sensing he was about to do so, Gwen looked up and shooed him away with a flick of her head.
‘Babe, go fuck Gloria,’ she ordered with an amused grin. ‘We’ll join you both in a minute. I want to hear her squeal.’ She bit her lip, and motioned to the moaning Felicia. ‘Go and make Kitty Cat jealous.’
‘That is a terrible nickname,’ the woman in question bemoaned with a moan of pleasure, her face buried in Gwen’s neck, her eyes screwed shut and her hips gyrating as his girlfriend worked her over.
‘Yes ma’am,’ he jokingly replied, bending down to peck his girlfriend on the lips. ‘You’ve earned yourself a lot of girlfriend points lately - I need to find a way to pay you back.’
‘Mmm,’ Gwen purred and shot him a sultry smile, staring up at him through heavily lidded eyes. ‘I can’t wait…’
Following the sounds of the running water, Pete couldn’t help but snort at the sight that greeted him as he removed the rest of his clothes.
The master bathroom was dominated by the huge shower along the wall opposite the entrance, the vanities and window to his right and a wall of cupboards and shelves to his left, the toilet in its own private nook behind the shower’s wall.
Gloria was making full use of the shower’s many features, having switched on the rainfall showerhead and the wall jets both - he couldn’t really blame her, he did the same, and it’s not like it was a waste of water, the drainage system filtered and recycled every drop.
The bassist was pressed against the wall of the shower facing him, her huge tits pancaking against the cool glass. Her large nipples were especially highlighted, a shade darker than her skin tone, while the soft flesh of her tits expanded a pretty impressive amount. She was moaning, her eyes screwed shut as one of the jets blasted warm water against her needy pussy.
‘Enjoying yourself?’
She didn’t even flinch, or open her eyes.
‘What took you so - mmm - long?’
‘I had to finish my coffee.’
That did make her open her eyes and she glared at him. ‘Get in here and fuck me, Parker.’
A dark look crossed his features and Gloria sucked in an excited breath, her eyes wide with excitement and a little fear. She tracked him through the foggy glass as he stalked forwards and silently entered the shower with her, her dark skin breaking out in noticeable goosebumps as a rush of cool air flooded the enclosed space with him.
Pete sidled up beside Gloria, earning a shiver from the woman when he ran his fingers up and down her sides. He resisted the urge to groan in pleasure as the warm water cascaded over his tired and worn body, and instead pressed himself into Gloria’s back, his hard cock nestling in the crease of her soft, thick ass.
Gloria was like a deer frozen in the headlights, not daring to even breathe as he kissed the back of her neck, his hand trailing up the parts of her front not pressed against the cool glass. When his fingers wrapped around her throat and squeezed, he could feel the little slut shivering with desire.
‘You don’t get to order me around in my own home,’ he hissed, his voice dark and menacing. ‘Am I understood?’
Gloria’s mouth opened in a silent scream and she damn near came from the menace in his voice alone. Not trusting her voice, Gloria could only nod rapidly, the cool facade quickly discarded in her subservient lust.
Pete didn’t like to admit it, but there was something he really liked about having the bitchy bassist act like putty in his hands, subservient to his will.
Well, not really, if she was totally subservient, I could make her fuck Gwen…
‘What do you want?’ Pete growled in her ear, earning himself some more delighted shivers as the deep bass of his voice resonated with her soul. ‘Be honest and I might consider it.’
‘I - I want you to fuck me,’ she whined, her eyes screwed shut in both embarrassment and delight. ‘Please, daddy, fuck me!’
He remembered where he felt this dark feeling inside him before. It was during his last sexual encounter with Cindy, when he’d let his darker emotions loose on the girl and…
And she’d loved it.
If he were being honest, he did too. A lot.
He tried not to think about the rest of the baggage that came along with that sexual encounter, he didn’t want to spoil his mood.
‘Why do you think you deserve that?’
‘I don’t,’ she whined and Pete spanked her meaty ass and gripped her throat tighter when she preemptively started to grind against him, without his permission. ‘I was a massive bitch to you Daddy, I don’t deserve it, but please, I’ll be a good girl, just fuck me.’
Hoh boy…that’s really fucking hot, especially coming out of her mouth…
Gloria nearly cried when Pete grabbed the head of his cock and started to swipe it up and down her eager pussy lips. When he pulled back further and instead started to prod at her rear entrance, her mouth opened once more in a silent scream and her knees buckled.
Knowing water was a terrible lubricant, Pete reached his hand out to the automatic soap dispenser in the wall behind him and allowed it to fill his hand with coconut smelling body wash. He quickly spread it over his aching shaft before slipping his lathered up fingers into Gloria’s ass.
His lover let out an adorable squeak then groaned with primal lust when he replaced his fingers with his thick cock. He…wasn’t gentle, and with the help of the lube, he forced his way through her tight ring of muscle and quickly bottomed out in her ass, his pelvis pressed against her thick ass.
Along with his deep thrust - admittedly, not as deep as the slut was apparently used to - Pete bit down on the back of her neck, leaving a hickey as he reached around with his free hand to strum Gloria’s hyper-sensitive clit.
He wasn’t gentle or soft. He took his pleasure from Gloria and she was loving it.
‘Yes, yes, yes, fuck me Daddy! So good, yesss!’
Her pleading and cries of pleasure filled him with energy, and he channelled that into his thrusts, his groin smashing against her ass with satisfying, bruising force.
As if she was summoned by Gloria’s cries, Gwen slipped into the bathroom, a wide, salacious smile on her face while pulling Felicia in behind her by the hand. He tracked the both of them as he absently fucked Gloria, his eyes devouring their gorgeous, naked bodies.
When Gwen opened the door and slipped into the shower, Gloria came to her senses and started in shock, her eyes wide with surprise as both Gwen and Felicia joined them.
Gloria made to look away, but Pete held her head firm and forced her to watch as Gwen pushed Felicia up against the wall before bending down and capturing one of her large, pink nipples between her teeth. Felicia herself was in a daze, her cheeks flush and her eyes flitting between each occupant in the shower with them. It might have been his suddenly exploding ego, but Pete was convinced her gaze settled on him the longest.
Pete leaned into Gloria and put his lips right up to her ear. ‘Do you have any idea how much better you’d feel if you let Gwen join us?’ Gloria screwed her eyes shut and shook her head, as if to deny that his idea had merit.
Whatever, I’m not gonna force her.
Still, he made sure she couldn’t look away as he fucked her, and when he grew tired of fucking her in the ass - after ripping a couple of orgasms from her - Pete spun Gloria around and hoisted her into the air, slamming her into the wall beside Gwen and Felicia before slipping into her slick womanhood.
His girlfriend was still feasting on the Black Cat’s tits, but she also had two fingers pistoning in and out of her gushing pussy. Pete licked his lips, unable to help himself from wondering how nice it’d be to bend his secretary over his desk at work and have his way with her.
I mean, who doesn’t fantasize about fucking their smoking hot secretaries?!
Shaking his head, he returned his focus to Gloria and buried his face in her incredible, flailing tits, catching one of her large, pebbled nipples between his teeth and nibbling on it as he bounced her on his cock. Gloria was clinging to him now, her cries a symphony of ecstasy that echoed off the tiled walls deliciously.
When he felt his orgasm approaching, he slowed, surprising Gloria with the sudden lack of intensity. Before she could speak, he leaned in and whispered into her ear.
‘This is the last time we’re gonna fuck,’ he promised, his voice deep and resolute. ‘I’m over girls Gwen and I can’t play with together, it’s boring.’ Gloria’s hair was plastered all over her face, the steady stream of water from the rainfall showerhead having drenched all of them equally. Brushing her newly blonde locks aside, he continued, ‘so either you discover an interest in the fairer sex, or I’m not touching you again, capiche?’
Gloria was staring at him with wide eyes, her arms draped over his shoulders and her mouth hanging open, slack jawed. The dark part of his psyche found her despairing look hilarious. Gloria looked like she was about to cry at the injustice of it all, but he honestly didn’t care, he meant what he said.
He cut off any protestations by picking up the speed of his thrusting again, his arms hooked under her knees as he drove her into the wall. Gloria flung her head back in pleasure, her mouth opened as a deep, soulful wail escaped her lips.
‘Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cuuuuuum!’
Pete ignored her, focusing instead on angling his thrusts so he would hit Gloria’s g-spot with every thrust. Judging by the sounds she was making, he was doing a pretty decent job. He was in the zone, his entire focus on making Gloria squeal and, admittedly, impressing his admiring audience.
When he came, it was like a shotgun blast, his seed blasting into Gloria’s womb as he emptied inside her with a guttural groan. His lover had long since fallen limp in his arms, the only thing assuring him of her consciousness, her constant moans and cries of ecstasy.
Pete gently lowered the almost comatose Gloria onto the nearby bench and stumbled away, grinning smugly at the look of genuine surprise and smug satisfaction on Felicia and Gwen’s faces respectively.
Pecking Gwen on the lips - who still had her fingers buried in Felicia’s cunt - Pete whispered, ‘I’ll leave you sluts to it. I’ll be in the gaming room when you’re all ready to go.’
Gwen smiled wide and returned the kiss, leaning over to whisper in his ear. ‘You’re a stud, babe.’
Honestly feeling like a bit of a stud, he smacked her ass and grinned, his gaze flicking over to and devouring Felicia’s naked, twitching body and her heavy, hanging tits with desire. The way she stared at him, her mesmerising green eyes filled with lust and pure want, was intoxicating and he had to force himself out of the shower lest they miss the party.
Turning back to his girlfriend who was grinning as if she could read his mind, he chuckled and pecked her on the lips.
‘Love you too. Don’t take too long - three orgasms should be enough.’
Taking a towel off the nearby wall, he left the bathroom with his girlfriend’s sultry cackle and Felicia’s erotic cries echoring off the tiled wall behind him.
She’s going to go full hentai tentacle rape monster, isn’t she…?
