It was freeing, no longer worrying about Felicia as a sultry temptress, knowing that she couldn’t steal Peter away from Mary Jane under any circumstances. Even with this seismic shift in their relations, Felicia had only tied Mary Jane, only managed to merit inclusion in the harem that Mary Jane had already been in.
To repay Felicia for all the snide remarks she’d sent Mary Jane’s way—as well as the absolutely wonderful tongue-job she’d just given her—would take a long time, but Mary Jane was eager to start. She wanted to degrade Felicia, put her in her place relative to Peter’s supremacy. She knew that was Peter’s job now, but as long as she could help, Mary Jane would be satisfied.
Mentally, that is. Physically, she wondered if even Peter could satiate her now. The new arrangement with Felicia had taken her lust to another level. Mary Jane felt like all but a nymphomaniac. Now she couldn’t get enough of either Felicia’s sweet pussy or Peter’s hard cock.
“Let me eat her!” she begged Peter.
“You sure? She’s full of my cum.”
“So you should appreciate how much effort it takes for me to ask your permission first, master.”
Peter laughed and applauded her. Mary Jane had always been a little bit of an attention whore—she loved it now too. She’d always associated being submissive with being a shrinking violet, but now she was center stage.
As Peter’s sub, she received all of his attention, all of his dominance, everything he had to give. She loved it. Mary Jane dropped to her knees between Felicia’s well-spread thighs, looking at Felicia’s flushed face to see she was equally excited, having heard how Mary Jane begged to eat her out… and Peter granted her permission.
“I’ve always wanted to pay you back for the shit you pull with me,” Mary Jane teased the cat burglar. “I never thought I’d be paying you back for making me come—but I will be doing it. I’ll show you why Peter made this sexy redhead bitch submit to him first…”
She dropped her face to Felicia’s matted pubic thatch. The white fleece was sticky with Peter’s cum. Mary Jane felt an intoxicated rush at having his seed touch her senses, even secondhand, and then she was licking and kissing Felicia’s seed-soaked bush. Her tongue licked all over the fur until it was at Felicia’s tenderly engorged labia. In a few moments, Felicia’s cunt was awash with a fresh flood of her juices. The woman was turned on for Mary Jane just like she had been for Peter!
“One final touch,” Peter said, and Mary Jane felt a blindfold wrap around her eyes. That was okay. She didn’t need to see now anyway, just lick. And obey, whenever Peter told her what he wanted her to do.
Right now, she could feel from the aroused energy in the room that Peter wanted her to keep going, keep putting on a show for him. She licked faster, more insistently, and Felicia responded to her. Mary Jane felt the beat of Felicia’s rushing heart, throbbing in the swollen lips that held her slit. The delicately sculpted labia fluttered and quivered in lust, either for the watching Peter or simply for Mary Jane and her pleasuring tongue.
Mary Jane wondered if Felicia was trying to control herself, avoid giving into MJ, maybe save her voluptuous reactions for Peter. If she was, it wasn’t working. The rush of her arousal flowed from Felicia’s white-tufted pussy. With the cum Peter had packed into her asshole, his musk filled Mary Jane’s senses, tingeing the taste of Felicia’s juices.
Mary Jane dragged her pink tongue along Felicia’s tingling labia, then plunged it deep inside her cunt. After a few quick seconds wiggling inside of Felicia’s folds, Mary Jane pulled it out to play with Felicia’s stinging clit. The cat burglar’s body roiled on the bed. From the way she was moving, Felicia was going insane with lust. Mary Jane wished she could see it, but it was enough that Peter was watching—seeing the slutty little cunt MJ was turning Felicia into for him.
Mary Jane’s tongue never stopped. She wasn’t just licking Felicia for her own pleasure; she was being used by Peter, a sex toy deployed to reduce Felicia’s resistance and will to nothing. Mary Jane wanted to be a good sex toy. She wanted to break Felicia down for Peter just like a whip lashing a slave.
Mary Jane pushed Black Cat over the edge of climax repeatedly, never using more than her tongue. The bound Felicia had to have made her peace with being Peter’s plaything now. She’d been used on Mary Jane and MJ had been used on her and Felicia had enjoyed it both times.
Mary Jane felt a sick thrill herself, leashing herself to her master, acting only on his wants. She could almost get off just by imagining how pleased he must be with her. Her own pussy was a thick flood of sexual arousal. She wanted Peter fucking her from behind, his cock thick and stiff, as she ate out Felicia—the way he’d said he’d given it to Felicia while she was licking Mary Jane’s cunt.
But more than that, she wanted Felicia completely dominated. She wanted to share with Peter in absolutely mastering the bitch.
Mary Jane could feel Peter standing over her, towering over both his slaves. “Would you like to fuck those big tits of her?” she asked obsequiously, staying eager-to-please and submissive even as she tried to thrust the idea into Peter’s wants and needs. “I’d hate to think they were going to waste.”
“Ahh,” Peter exhaled with relish.
Mary Jane knew that sigh. His big cock was jerking and bucking with arousal—he’d coiled his hand around it to give himself a little twinge of pleasure as he readied himself to put that mighty erection to use.
Had he been waiting for Mary Jane to join in Felicia’s domination, for her to act as not just his slave but as one of his harem, sister to Felicia… as invested in the Black Cat’s submission as she was in her own?
They’d been fucking for over an hour now, the three of them. Felicia had been sodomized, had her pussy eaten, and now she would be titfucked. Mary Jane felt a warm glow inside her, imagining what else Peter might do with his bitch, both on his own and at Mary Jane’s insistence.
The heady mix of dominance and submission, submission and dominance, made MJ feel giddy. She had to control her raging emotions and stay subservient to Peter. For too long, she had been the good housewife while Felicia had been the temptress, all raging sexuality and uninhibited id. No more. Now Mary Jane was showing her that she was every bit the vixen Felicia was. Peter got to decide which of them won his favor, not the Black Cat.
“That sounds like a good idea,” Peter husked. “How about it, Cat? Should I fuck your big tits—because they look to me like they’re begging to be fucked…”
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Slaves of Spider-Man
Roman d'amour"It was simple, in the end," Peter said, his voice darker and more serious than Felicia had ever heard it. "I want you all to be safe. I want you all to be happy. So, to do that, I have to make you do what I say. That means I need to do something to...
