Girls On Film

Captain Marvel - Cutting to the Chase

"I didn't know you even still had the old costume," Peter said, trying to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor as Carol Danvers stepped out into the living room turned studio in what looked like a piece of history. A skintight black leotard with a lightning bolt emblazoned across the front clung to the ample curves of her strong, toned body, particularly to her very heavy chest almost begging to be let out, powerful thighs clear on display, a perfect ass marred only by the red sash around her waist that threatened to cover up the amazing backside. It was the costume of Miss Marvel, a name Carol had left behind and moved on from to inherit a proper and deserved title of Captain Marvel.

Even now, Peter got a bit of a whiplash seeing it. The weirdness of the old and exposing leotard contrasting with her now shoulder-length hair--shorter than it ever was during her old period--mingling with the lack of her old domino mask, tied in with a heightened sense of respect for the leadership and skills of a woman who had risen to the height of the superhero world in the past few years to take a strong, front-facing position. A woman Peter knew and respected and took orders from, dressed like she was when he was an awkward teenager jerking off to magazine spreads of her.

"I haven't worn it in a while," Carol said, stepping across the room in her old boots, footsteps a bit uncertain and relatively clumsy. But she kept steady with it, a certain kind of contained bounce in the way she advanced forward owing to the weird mix of containment and freeness that came with this outfit. "But when I said I wanted to have a special photo shoot, this is what I meant."

Peter couldn't argue with the idea. "It's definitely special. What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I think you have a good idea." Her tongue dragged across her lips as she stepped into position. "Let's cut through all the cheesecake stuff too; I remember how you would look at me in this thing." Carol didn't want to play around the idea here she had in mind for him.

"More 'referral' business, then," Peter said, his smile widening as he embraced the opportunity. "Cutting to the chase sounds good, so we can take this wherever you want to."

Carol didn't want to wait a moment longer, going for something stark and aggressive for the sake of getting from hi what she wanted. Stepping indulgently forward, she dropped to her knees in front of Peter, eyes staring happily up at him as her smile widened, as the contrast between her new hair and her old outfit stood strong and firm. She was ready now to make her move on him and get what she craved, hands grabbing at his jeans to undo them. "You want to fuck Miss Marvel's throat?" she asked, staring up with a perky wink at Peter, ready to get all she craved out of him and his touch.

"God yes," Peter said, already getting some pictures of the kneeling heroine in front of him. There was so little shame to be found in her abrupt move on him, and Peter was happy to let her have her fun with him, happy to give her free access to his cock and to whatever he wanted. Even if Carol wasn't too interested in having pictures of anything specific, Peter certainly was; keeping the pictures from all his flings and his shoots had him happily shoring up the most insane private collection of superheroine porn there was, and it was all real. All his, featuring his cock, and with his gorgeous girlfriends happily checking it out with him, using it as a strange prelude to their own sexual indulgences as they had a special sort of fun with it all.

So Carol getting right for his cock was an absolute delight, as she tugged his dick right out and got right to stroking along his shaft without any hesitation. Her eyes stared up toward Peter with something hungry and enduring, a need to give in to the pleasure grabbing tight hold of her and keeping her focused on him. "Just stay right here and keep your eyes on me, big boy," she said, strokes greedy and harsh as she stared up toward him, gaze hot and steady upon him. The shamelessness and the raw excitement of Carol's intentions. A handjob wasn't what she was going to leave this at, but it certainly helped rile Peter up while she got herself better into position to have him however she wanted.