Raid and Betrayal

by SPARTAN047 (ao3)

Tags: Spiderman, Peter Parker, Black Cat, Felicia Hardy, ass worship, slavery, ass licking, latex, buttjob, breakup, cheating
NOTE: This story can be considered a continuation to The Heisty Buttwoman Ch. 3.

Black Cat stared down at the building. She knew her equipment was all there. The police raid where they broke into her apartment and took every last bit of equipment she had robbed from detectives and the cops herself. She had been taught that it was wrong by her mother, sure, who had wanted to raise her to be a lady. But what was that to her when she found being bad was so much better for both boys and girls?

She was tired of the heroine types. Wonder Woman, Batman, Superman, and so on. They were all trying to do the ‘right’ thing. She knew that. But it didn’t mean a thing. Didn’t the Green Goblin point out that Spider-Man would be a hero only until he failed to save New York? Didn’t Harvey Dent aka Two-Face say that ‘You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain’? What was the fucking point, she thought, of just trying over and over again to save a bunch of ingrates from the problems they themselves create sometimes? She knew she would most likely be remembered for her fat ass, not for saving people. How many people didn’t look at Wonder Woman’s tits after she’d saved them?

She knew how it felt. After dragging a boy she liked in her childhood to safety from the bullies who might have beaten him up if she hadn’t intervened, she had tried to get him to be a boyfriend or at least befriend her, but he had simply thrown her offer back in her face and said that he didn’t need her help. He stormed away, leaving her tear-streaked and wondering what had she said which was so wrong. All she’d wanted was a Valentine’s Day card, not an engagement ring!

The next time she saw the bullies corner him and take his lunch money, she walked passed and simply shoved one of her own bullies aside into a nearby kid’s sphagetti. She didn’t want to be known as a female white knight. She felt his pleading eyes on her, but she was still upset at him acting tough when she was ready to defend such a cute boy. Blue eyes, the sweetest innocent look when he was trying to think … she was ashamed to think how much she’d tried to sit next to him. Why did even kids go through all this hormonal rubbish when they already had to suffer through it as teenagers? She wished she was back there so she could’ve tried to win him over with what she knew now. She knew so much more …

She snapped her thoughts back from her past as a car door slammed. She looked down from her perch a building or two away. The NYPD seemed to have surrounded the place. She wondered why they would have to surround their own headquarters … then she understood. With a shriek of delight, a slim figure burst out of the window dressed all in green and sent vines all around her. As she hit the ground, vines whipped around, deflecting the cop gunfire, and wrapped around their throats, grabbed their ankles, and threw them around the place. Skulls smashed, cops gurgled and choked as they tried to frantically batter at them with their guns and nightsticks, and glasses shattered as policemen flew through their own car windows.

When all of the cops were either dead or paralysed from the vines, Poison Ivy turned around, deliberately showing off her figure-hugging green bodysuit. Her tits bounced as she walked away among some of the bodies. She walked right towards a big flower and got into it, the petals closing around her. A huge vine carted the flower away.

Black Cat stared down at the carnage and sighed. ‘Okay, Peter Parker, let’s see you handle this.’

She took a giant leap to the next building, shot out a grappling hook and swung towards a window. Just her luck. She spotted a huge cache of equipment and weapons inside, some what she considered ‘hers’ and some not. It was perfect. If she had to break in Spider-Man, this might be what she could do to gain his loyalty.
She whipped out a claw glove from her pocket and stuck it into the wall. She started sliding down slowly, stopping occasionally to check out the other rooms in it. There were some good items there and some not, like a few diamonds and jewels which must’ve been a part of other raids.

She could do with some of them, but her own things would have to do for now. She reached the end of the building and leaped off, landing very softly on her hands and latex-booted feet just like a real cat.

She walked among the bodies and looked up, forgetting that Spider-Man wouldn’t be swinging away tonight. She had told him to try to find MJ and leave her because she was ready to bring him into a world of pleasure he had never known. The pleasures of her body, booty, and even her pointed latex heels.

She walked to one of the cop cars, picked out the keys from the pocket of one of the bodies lying next to it, and fingered them until she found what key might fit. She got inside and revved the engine.

‘All right, little boy,’ she whispered. ‘Let’s see if you make the right choice — dark pleasure or vanilla love.’

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Peter stood in front of MJ’s home. His heart ached. He didn’t really want to break up with a good, sweet girl who had treated him perfectly well and get into a criminal’s sharp claws instead. But MJ was so … boring. No blowjobs, no experimenting in the bedroom, and no allowing him to go down on her. She was happy with missionary, or so she claimed. But why was that any good?
He’d tried getting her to watch blue films, bought books out of his student allowance and even asked some of her and his friends to discuss pleasure zones with her. She was so grossed out by them saying ‘pussy’ that she refused to have sex for two weeks and only allowed him back inside her after she felt that she’d ‘punished’ him enough for trying to broaden their sexual horizons.
That was the only time he felt she’d treated him badly.

He thought again about Black Cat. He recalled about how she took control of his body, dominated him, and made him a slave to her ass. It was so plump, so juicy … so kissable. He still wanted to sink his teeth into her phat ass. The experience was so different and so rewarding unlike MJ. Guys have needs to, he thought resentfully. We shouldn’t have to choose between frigid bitches to marry and sexy Goddesses who give themselves over to us so freely, but have a cock count bigger than a country’s population?

He couldn’t decide. He turned around and walked away from MJ’s apartment. It was such a hard thing to decide, he thought, feeling a stirring in his spandex pants as he thought about what Black Cat might do to him after she found out he hadn’t broken up with MJ.
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Black Cat waited impatiently in front of her dungeon. Her arms folded, her lips pursed, and worry in her heart. She hoped he hadn’t done anything stupid to be captured. She needed him with her heart and mind … but letting him know that might kill his desire for her if she told him too early. She looked up and saw a web shoot out from behind a building. She sighed in relief, then tensed as she thought someone else might have kidnapped him and taken his equipment. She saw the red and blue spandex suit swinging out from behind, then land neatly before her. She walked forwards.

‘Peter,’ she whispered, torn between relief and wondering if it was him beneath the suit. She took her own mask down. ‘I thought you’d never come. I just …’
The figure took down its mask … and Peter’s face was there in the dark. She sighed in relief. Peter chuckled. ‘Afraid someone had kidnapped me?’
Black Cat looked away. ‘No … it’s just …’
Peter laughed. ‘No, Felicia. I know those things worry you. As a criminal yourself …’
Felicia shot forwards and grabbed him. He squeaked and jumped up as she grabbed his ass cheeks.

‘The criminal who’ll have you in the cheeks of her ass,’ she whispered in his ear, squeezing his own. ‘Now and forever.’

She kept groping him until he squeaked with pleasure and anticipation. She kissed him on the mouth and drew back, wondering if she’d given away too much of her feelings for him. She saw him looking up at her with the adoring gaze a boy gives to the woman who takes or shares her virginity with. She sighed in relief.
‘So, what did she say?’ she asked.
Peter looked confused. ‘What … oh, that. She … er, she just …’ Black Cat scowled. ‘Are you quite sure you asked her?’
Peter lowered his gaze. ‘I mean … no … but I would have …’

Felicia’s brows darkened, and Peter almost looked terrified. She walked closer to him, hands on her hips. Peter started backing away, his face a mask of both adorable terror and petrification. She was wondering how to punish him for not doing as he was told … but she didn’t want to scare him away.

‘P-Please, Felicia,’ gasped Peter, almost tripping over a rock. ‘I didn’t mean to disobey you, I just didn’t know how to …’

Felicia stopped cornering him and cocked her head. Disobey? She hadn’t thought she owned him to this extent, but if he was himself offering it up …’

‘Yes,’ she said, pretending to be really mad. ‘I’m as good as your new Goddess and wife and you couldn’t even do the one thing you were asked????’

Peter actually did trip over another rock and landed flat on his ass. He was so worried that he didn’t even hear the ‘wife’ bit. ’But, I really want you! She’s so vanilla and boring! She doesn’t do anything to keep me hard and I just was wondering …’

‘What?’ She snapped, looming over him. ‘That I’d give you my lovely body to see and view and you’d just run out on me? No, no, NO!’ She bent over Peter. He was looking down her latex bodysuit with a very deep cleavage she had already made for him before waiting outside her place. He was mesmerized.

She took in a few purposeful deep breaths in front of him to make her tits go in and out. He watched them, his mouth open and a tiny trickle of drool starting to run out of it. She was pleased that her assets had such an effect on him even after three BDSM dates. He’d given her a pretty good idea of what she should do as ‘punishment’. If he was already so frightened over ‘obeying’ her, she’d just make sure he was very obedient. In and out of the bedroom.

‘What’re you staring at, little boy?’ She smirked, watching as his eyes remained frozen on her boobs.

Spiderman was too mesmerised to respond. Strange sounds came out of his mouth but he couldn’t say anything. It was hilarious to watch.
‘Okay, little boy, stop babbling and get up, honey,’ she giggled.

Peter did. He was still gaping at her tits since he’d never seen those kind at school or outside it. Girls were interested in him due to how he handled Flash and most other bullies. They wondered what had caused him to become so athletic, but of course he wouldn't tell. Some of them had big boobies, or so he’d noticed. Larger than MJs. He was told by his mother and jealous girls with A- cups that it didn’t matter, it was what was inside their chest which did. Of course, being told not to care about something had made him intensely fascinated. He hadn’t had much time to find girlfriends because of his superhero duties, and now that a sexy villain who knew her body and what to do with it was driving him insane. He had to have her. Even if it cost him the only good relationship he might have had.

He moaned as she leaned over him and grabbed his hand. She easily lifted him up. She opened the slit in her suit and let him have a full view. He gasped and looked up at her, then back down at her boobs. She wasn’t wearing a bra at all and her full, hard nipples looked like they could cut glass. She saw him staring and reached for her nipples, touching and tweaking them slightly. He moaned. She looked down and saw his cock was so huge and hard it could tear a hole in his spandex pants. She marvelled at the size. For someone his age he had a fucking huge bulge. She decided she could make use of it, but had to show him his place first.

‘Go on, pretty boy,’ she whispered, taking his hand and letting him run them across her pale, soft breasts. ‘Do you like these puppies? Do you want them in your mouth?’

Peter staggered forwards and groped her plush breasts. He was moaning a lot as he did. He’d never felt any breasts like these yet, though he’d seen them bulging out of bikini tops at the beach sometimes, on Fashion TV, and under the sweaters of the girls passing him in the hallways at school. He leaned forwards to lick her nipples but she caught him and pressed his face into them. He stuck his tongue out but she slapped his ass hard. It felt so tight and hard. Mmmmm, she thought. She could do with fingering such a virgin hole herself. He licked her right breast again and she slapped him once more. He got the hint and stopped, just rubbing his face in them. She reached down and started to stroke his rod very softly through his pants. Without thinking, he started to rub against her and thrust really hard. She trapped his cock between her legs, reached down and put her hands into his pants. He made more gurgling sounds and gasped as she ran her soft fingers all over his thick shaft, feeling the veins almost popping in them, then stroking and teasing the tip. That was the part which drive him crazy. He moaned loudly and precum stained her gloves, the rest getting on the thighs of her suit as he tried to hump her without even getting his clothes off.

‘Do you like that, little boy?’ she whispered, placing four fingers over his tip and running them up and down. ‘Do you want to experience pleasure like those bimbo skinny girls can never show you?’

‘Mmmmm, hmmmmm, hnnnnnnnggghhhh, aaaaahaghhhghaaahh!’ squealed Peter, pushing his hardness between her thighs and trying to cum. She took his shaft out and pushed it back in his pants as he tried desperately to get some relief.

‘Not here, bitch boy,’ she hissed, grabbing his ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark. He groaned at the sudden contrast in sensations. ‘Let’s go in first and we’ll … talk.’

She grabbed his cock through his pants and started to lead him inside. She wished she had a leash as well in case someone was looking, but it was okay as long as his jewels were in her hands. She started to walk to the door and Peter followed, stumbling along while trying not to cum all over her hands. Even her grip on his cock was so teasing, but he didn’t want to make her annoyed.

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She took him up the stairs by his cock, threw him on her bed, and leaned over him right away. He gaped up at her huge tits bouncing in his face. She put her arms below his spandex top and whisked it off in one quick motion. In the next, his pants were right down to his ankles, and she gave them a quick tug to throw them across the room. He wasn’t wearing any underwear to avoid problems with baggy trousers. She licked her lips on seeing his already hard cock, then leaned down to kiss his chest. She moved her mouth all the way down and started to lick his tip. He thrust upwards without thinking, starting to moan again. She pushed him down by his chest and started to lick up and down his shaft. He attempted to fuck her mouth really hard for about a minute, moaning and gibbering about letting him cum and how much he loved her body. She ignored it and started to scratch his belly lightly with her fingernails. He shuddered as he felt her tongue taste his cock slit, just licking very lightly around it and trying to get inside. While he was shaking, she withdrew from him and got up. She stood on top of him, arms akimbo, and raised her boot. She started to draw it up and down his naked chest. He was still shaking so she just pressed her heel into his nipple. He gasped in pain and looked up at her. He gaped. She looked just like a Goddess gazing down at him, asking him why he hadn’t worshipped her in a while.

‘I want you to do something for me, love,’ she whispered, drawing her heel down his chest and sticking it in his belly button. ‘Will you do it?’

‘I …’ Her heel started to rub into his chest with her sole. ‘Y-yes, Ma’am, anything you like. What shall I do, please? Ah!’ He cried out again as she gently pressed her sole into his sternum firmly but gently, letting him know she was in charge.

‘I want you to be mine, first of all. I know you’ll do quite a bit to be under me in other ways than this,’ her foot moved to his face and she stuck out her own tongue, telling him to get his out to lick her boot like he had so often. He stuck his tongue out and started to lick her shoe, moaning as he enjoyed the taste — of her domination, that is. He tasted latex and some leather on her shoe, and a couple of other strange things, but he really enjoyed being ordered around by her.
‘Y-yes,’ he whimpered.

‘I have a lot of equipment stashed away at the NYPD, hon,’ she said, a big smile crossing her face as she thought of using the law’s stash against them to avoid them and track them in real time.
Even shoot them if necessary. ‘I’d like to get that back.’ ‘But why?’
‘To avoid those interfering old fogies,’ she said through gritted teeth, remembering how she’d almost been violated by some of them after an arrest before a prisoner knocked their teeth out. ‘I want to stay with you but I gotta avoid the police, and I can’t be captured. Do you realise that, dear?’ She looked down at him, the light behind her glowing around her like a halo. She does look divine, he thought. And with those hips and titties, I’d do anything for …

She snapped her fingers to get his attention. ‘Do you know what I mean, dear? I can’t be captured, or else I know you’ll just get another owner and run off. Or maybe you’ll start training MJ to do this to you, won’t you? If I get arrested and thrown into one of those hellholes?’ She pushed the toe of her boot back into his mouth. He started choking on it before she adjusted her shoe. He nodded.

‘And this time, you really have to find MJ and tell her what a bitch she was to you for denying you any boyfriend rights you had for two weeks …’
He gasped and tried to talk, but her boot was in his mouth. ‘H-how’d you know about that?’

‘Even teenage boys talk, darling,’ she sniggered, rubbing her sole across his face and gesturing for his tongue to stay out so she could wipe her shoe on it. ‘You talked about it for months afterwards with your friends and I talked to them as well. I know a few things.’
‘… You slept with my friends?’

‘No, genius. Their mothers and I were friends. I sometimes babysat them because I knew them from childhood and they didn’t know my alter-ego. And no, I promise just because I babysat them doesn’t mean I tried to take their virginities. I’m not that depraved.’

He kept licking her boot as he thought over what she’d said. She took her boot off him and brought her pussy to him instead. He moaned as she wiggled the latex-covered hole near him. His cock rose really hard at the thought of entering her, whether it was with his tongue or tool. She was so close to owning him with how she’d teased him for so long. He remembered how she had peeled of the latex, revealing her hot, sightly sweaty but tasty pussy to him and refused to even let him lick it, no matter how much he begged. She let her scent waft off her while moving her hips to an Arabian tune she was playing on her iPod, her pussy right on his tongue but just far away enough so he couldn’t lick it. She had amused herself a lot by refusing to let him even brush against it before he agreed to become her willing slave, pussy licker and ass worshipper for life.
After she’d extracted several embarrassing and humiliating confessions out of him, including one that he would promise to lick her sweaty ass clean after she went for a run right out of her leggings, and before she stepped in the shower, she simply pushed her dripping pussy on his face and rode him for half an hour. He nearly lost his breath but he didn’t care as he was so crazily horny from her showing him her pussy for that long without letting him even finger it. In the end she had gotten off him, tired of not squirting all over his face. She made him stick a finger in her pussy and finger her for a while, then two fingers. She bent over him with her ass to his face and rubbed her bare ass cheeks all over his cock. It didn’t take very long this time before she cried out and blasted a wet stream of warm juices all over his hand and lap. He had never seen a woman’s orgasm so it drove him over the edge around two minutes later. Shuddering and crying out, he pumped his thick cock between her round, fat ass cheeks with so much force that he finally blasted hot, thick ropes of cum right in her crack and some in her ass. She didn’t stop moving, much to his amazement, and used her ass cheeks to drain his balls fully between them. She finally got up, her jiggly ass overflowing and dripping with cum. She turned around and winking at him while reaching behind with her fingers, then started to wipe her own ass with her hand and stick it in her mouth. He just lay there with his mouth open as she ate all his cum from her own ass.

He went back to reality when he felt her pussy on his nose. He moaned at the memory. He didn’t want to be teased like that again, but then again, maybe he did. He felt the heat of her pussy even through her latex ‘skin’. He stuck his tongue out without realising it and started to lick her clothes. She reached back and felt his cock. It was as hard as steel and she knew if she sat on it, she’d get her pussy torn apart just the way she liked. She wanted him to, but not just yet. The moment he renounced MJ, she decided, maybe he could fuck her just the way he wanted. But it wasn’t time. She started to grind her covered pussy against him, smiling at the way his tongue was going crazy even though she wasn’t naked.

‘Do you like that?’ She whispered, bouncing up and down on his cock while looking down at him. ‘Do you want me to be rubbing this big ass all over your face and cock again like last time?’

Peter moaned. ‘Please, Mistress, don’t, it’s driving me insane. Please don’t start - ah!’ He shivered deliciously when she pressed down on his face with her pussy, using her hand to rub his cock a bit harder.

‘I really want you to leave that boring, crazy vanilla bitch,’ she moaned, thinking of a crying MJ as Peter walked away from her, leaving her in the dust. She wanted to be the one teaching him a thing or two and really making him pay for the ways in which he had tormented her, making her think he would never quit his cliche girlfriend.

Peter’s eyes widened. ‘But, she’s been so good to me. Is that her only — ah!’ He cried out when she moved her big ass to his face and started rubbing it all over him. That ass! That was his weakness, the one thing he could never say no to. She pressed it down on his face and he struggled for air. She lifted him up when she felt him struggling, waited for five seconds, and then slammed that booty down on him. He moaned and gasped, his cock becoming a steel bar as he thought of fucking her in the ass before her pussy. He wanted it, he needed it. He craved her wet pussy and asshole and he wanted to do the most naughty, depraved things to her which either of them could come up with.

‘I can show you depravities and a world you’ve never seen before, pet,’ she hissed, pushing her crotch down on him and trying to clamp a nipple between her pussy lips. She was so hot and wet just feeling the lust emanating from him. She moved back and forwards, grinding all over his chest while sticking two fingers down his throat.

He moaned as he looked up at her. She slowly unzipped herself all the way down to behind her so that her soaking pussy and ass was right out there in the open. He moaned and tried reaching for her but she pinned him down. She kept her now bare pussy out of his reach and shook her head as he flicked his tongue as fast as he could, showing her how badly he wanted to lick her. ‘No, pretty boy. Of course you can have this pussy and ass all you want, but you need to be sure you want to be with me. Not that skinny little bitch. Just agree to submit to a real woman now and I’ll take you to heights of pleasure you didn’t know were possible.

Peter groaned as she brought her slick pussy to his face. She let him take in a deep breath of her odour. It was so strong and rich, the smell of an aroused woman reaching him. She teased him with it for a while, giggling as he tried really hard to lick her. She moved so close to him that the tip of his tongue was millimetres away from her pussy … and she moved back again. He groaned in frustration. A river of precum flowed from his tip as she reached back to feel it. She laughed and moved backwards to sit right where his cock was. She pulled it up and let it rest against her pussy without letting it in. He started thrusting upwards instinctively, moaning since it wouldn't go in. She let him rest his cock against her pussy but started to move her hips in such a way that his tip was feeling her wet cunt.

‘Do you wanna get in?’ She leered, watching him groan as he tried to thrust up in her. He nodded. She giggled as he struggled to get away from the lips of her pussy to thrust inside her. She shook a warning finger at him. ‘Uh, uh, uh, be sure to tell MJ what I want and you can fuck me senseless,’ she whispered.

Peter groaned under her and tried to bring his hips and head forward, but she had pinned him down too hard. He moaned and sputtered out random gibberish. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

‘Please, Goddess,’ he whimpered, unable to take it any longer as her slick pussy was going up and down his shaft without any hope of entry. ‘I’ll do anything you want, but I don’t want to hurt MJ. She’s been so good to me and —’ He stopped talking when he saw what she was doing.
She had pulled down her suit so that her ass was completely bare. She was moving it up to his face.

’N-No, Felicia!’ he gasped. ‘That’s cheating, I didn’t think you were gonna use that big ass of yours to enslave —’ His next words by muffled by her slamming her big sweaty ass on top of his face and riding him. She sat on his face pretty hard but without suffocating him. She teased him by moving herself across his face, letting his nose drag across her ass crack. He could smell but not taste her — she kept moving off his face. He moaned in frustration.

She got off his face. ‘Do you agree to tell that bitch you’re done? It’s not such a … hard decision.’ She rubbed her fat ass cheeks all over his cheeks. He tried licking between her crack but she kept moving away very quickly. He only got a couple of licks of her delicious crack and ass cheeks before she took her booty off him.

He was gasping in excitement, his rigid cock straight and stiff as a board. She reached down and rubbed his forehead after slipping off her latex gloves. She smiled down at him. ‘Just say it and
…’ She opened her ass cheeks as she moved upwards again and let the scent of her asshole reach his nose. He breathed in deeply and moaned so loudly that she had to sit briefly on his face to muffle the sound. He stuck his tongue out to worship her ass and she just moved upwards on his face, leaving his tongue flicking around in the air. He opened his eyes to find her ass and found her frustratingly out of reach. She suddenly lowered her ass on his face and there were muffled moans as he tried to eat it. He bit her ass cheeks and suddenly found them off his face again.

‘P-please!’ he gasped, finding himself so painfully hard he wanted to slam his cock into her asshole and explode in there within a minute. ‘Please don't tease me, I’ll do anything! I’ll leave her and proclaim my worship of you in front of her if you want! Please let me have that big ass!’

Felicia chuckled to herself at the so-called ‘superhero’ becoming a total slave to lust and her ass. ‘You sure about that? You chickened out earlier!’
‘Yes!’ gasped Peter. ‘I’ll do anything for a taste of that ass!’

Felicia decided she couldn’t trust him with this. ‘I don’t believe you … but I think I have a solution.’

‘Yes, please!’ yelped Peter, trying desperately to get the scent of her huge ass in his nose. ‘Anything for you, Miss Hardy!’

‘Not Miss for long, I guess,’ she laughed. ‘I’ll go with you myself and get this done … but first …’ she leaned forwards and whispered into his ear.

His eyes widened. ‘How the hell am I supposed to do that? I’ll just — MMMMPH!’ Felicia slammed her ass down on his already tortured face and started to rub her crack across it. She opened her ass again and let him smell the ripe scent of her open asshole, then lowered it very slowly to his face. He moaned loudly, his cock starting to swell with pent-up cum as soon as his lips and tongue touched her asshole. He came all over himself as he finally got to lick and suck on her asshole and ass crack to his heart’s content. He ran his tongue up and down her crack, stuck it in her rosebud, and licked all around and in her ass for several minutes. But she kept him on the edge and refused to let him cum, running her tongue in little circles all over his cockhead. She moaned as she felt him fucking her face. She pressed her big fat ass hard on his face and nose, almost crushing it. She rubbed her cheeks all over him and made him eat her out while denying him any release. She squeezed his cock head and refused to let him cum no matter what. He kept leaking out hot precum everywhere. It covered his cock, balls and her soft hands.
She kept teasing and jerking his cock as she made sure not to push him over the edge. He kept leaking precum and drool all over her ass for several minutes after it.

When he was done, his eyes were clearly glazed, he was spent, and his brain was completely mushed up on tasting her ass. She looked down and saw he was clearly within her power now. She picked him up, handing him back his suit and taking out a packet of wipes to clean up his messy cock. She left herself half naked as she was with her ass hanging out and her pussy dripping with lust.

‘I don’t think you can stop there though, darling,’ grinned Black Cat, walking over when he finished wiping up. You’ve got a lot more cum in those big balls and I’ll be draining every last bit of it up now!’
Peter almost fell over as he dropped the wipes. ‘But we just finished such a good session!’

Black Cat deliberately knocked him down with a sweep of her leg and jumped on his chest. ‘But we’re just getting started, sweetie!’

Peter yelped as he tried to shuffle backwards on his ass. She sat down on him pretty hard and trapped him with her big ass. He struggled to get free. Her ass was really too big and juicy to escape from. She pulled down her latex suit further to expose her tiny puckered hole. She moved up to his face and sat down pretty hard on it. Peter’s cock reacted right away, getting painfully hard. She moved her ass slowly and gently all over his face, gyrating like an exotic dancer all over him.

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‘Do you like that dancing, little boy?’ She teased, rubbing her ass all over his face. She dropped it down again and he moaned under her. She suffocated him a little bit, dropping her fat ass on his face for a minute or so before getting up to let him breathe for around ten or fifteen seconds, then forcing his face under her big ass. Poor Peter was so hard and horny he couldn’t think clearly. He tried to tell her that his cock was too sore from cumming so hard once, but she wouldn’t. She reached back and started to stroke his cock again and force her ass down on his face.

‘Good little boy,’ she smirked, teasing him and making him sniff and smell her rosebud. ‘Such a good bitch. You like that? You like being made to sniff and kiss mommy’s asshole so much?’
Peter gave a barely perceptible nod under her huge ass.

‘Good bitch,’ she said, laughing. She stood up from his face and used one boot to hold him down. She started to rub and stroke his cock hard with the other boot. Peter’s cock rose and fell slowly as she teased him. She used her boot sole to rub the sensitive underside of his hard cock and tease him even more. She switched to her heel and trapped his cock between the heel and her sole. She moved it up and down, watching his reactions. ‘Awwwww, does my wittle baby boi wike mommy teasing his pee-pee?’ She mocked him, walking him off with her boot in the same way she’d use her hand. ‘Does wittle babwy boyo wanna shoot his dirty little cummies all over his sexy big ass and big tits mommy’s boot? Or would my wittle precious like to try this ass?’ She spun around without taking her boot off his cock and posed in the most provocative way possible, hands on her hips and her ass pushed out a bit. He almost came all over her heel at the sight. Even worse, she bent over and shook that fat booty at him, making him moan and grab her shoe. He started to pump his cock on her shoe himself like a horny bitch. She looked down and gaped as she saw him trying to fuck her shoe. Holy shit. She loved how much she was driving him crazy.

She took her shoe off him and giggled. He moaned in frustration as he tried to fuck the air. She swung her leg over him and sat down on his face. She started to ride his face again and push her tight asshole on his face. She reached down and started to jerk off his hard cock as quick as she could, moaning as he moved his nose round and round her tight little hole. He licked her hole as quickly as he could as she was pushing his face into it. He started to lap at it with long strokes, licking up and down her crack and rubbing his nose in it. She moaned loudly and let out a long trail of spit all over his thick cock. She started to rub it more teasingly, around the head and going up and down the shaft with just her fingertips. He let out a muffled scream under her ass.

‘Do it!’ She gasped, wanting to tease him to an orgasm as hard as possible. ‘Cum for Mommy Felicia, little boy! Give me your cummies and —‘

‘AAAAAggghhhhauuuuuu!’ Shrieked Peter, a huge fountain of cum blasting up from his shaft and spraying everywhere. Felicia giggled and let it spray on her face, her shoes, and even her tits, rubbing it into her and letting them bounce everywhere. She pushed her tits together, making sure her ass was riding his face and pressed down on him while his cum blew everywhere.

When they were done, his face was sticky with her ass juices and she was covered in a load which looked like it was there for months. She got off him and licked up some of the cum, loving the taste. ‘I think you’ve covered me in your “web” all right, darling,’ she sniggered as she turned around and wiggled her fat ass at him. His cock twitched but it was empty with two huge loads already blasted out. He moaned and reached for it, rubbing it to her ass and a few more drops leaked out. She stepped away from him, licking cum off her lips and put her hands on her hips. She looked down at him and winked, enjoying the sight of him starting to wank all over again to her body.

‘Don’t fail me, Spider-Boy,’ she teased, turning around and walking away. Her ass jiggled and wobbled as she walked. His mesmerised eyes followed the motions of her ripping butt cheeks. ‘I’ll see you soon outside MJ’s house.’

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The street outside the NYPD was deserted. Peter swung over a building on the far side and then crashed right through a window where Black Cat had told him her stuff was. He slung a web over the whole lot and pulled it out. Throwing it into the night air, he shot out another web and threw himself across to the next building. Climbing up it like a spider, he threw out another web and got her equipment to stick to a wall opposite him.

Not a second too soon. A shot rang out in the night and clipped his ear. He gasped and looked down. There was a lone cop with his gun out. He instantly used his webs to tie up the policeman’s hands, throw the gun down the street and string him up ten feet above where he was.

He silenced the cop’s yelling with a web to the face and took a good look at him. He didn’t seem to be a fake, but he needed what Black Cat had asked for. He used a serum Black Cat had given him to knock out the cop and left him there, swinging away to MJ’s home right after.
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‘But why?’ Gasped Mary Jane, gaping at the tall, buxom woman in front of her in a rather open black latex suit. ‘Why would Peter leave me just like that? I didn’t do anything!’

The woman placed her hands on her hips, towering over her. ‘You didn’t, except denying him his needs.’
‘But we did it at least three times a week —’

‘How exactly do you define a “week”, honey?’ laughed Black Cat. ‘The time when you decided that he should go without it because his eyes wandered a little? Or because he wanted you to be less vanilla?’

MJ was speechless. She hadn’t thought that Peter would’ve told everyone about that. Or was it his friends? Either way she would have to have a good chat with him.

There was a swishing sound and Peter landed in front of them. MJ gasped and ran to him, throwing her arms around him. ‘Peter! This woman says she has claimed you and that you’ve gone off me. Is that it?’

Peter looked at her, but MJ detected no warmth or love in his eyes. They were blank. His face looked as if he had been having a good jump in the sack all night. He was sweaty and a little shaky.
‘Yes, I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘She has shown me things you never did.’

MJ nearly collapsed on the ground on hearing him confirm what she feared. ‘But, Peter, I never said that we can’t experiment, I just —‘

‘Well, do it next time so you don’t lose your man to a sex goddess, little girl,’ grinned Felicia, walking forwards and hugging him. She rubbed his face in her bare breasts for a few minutes, enjoying the crushed look on the younger girl’s face. ‘Have you got it?’
Peter pointed to a pile of webbing placed at the foot of the next building.

‘Excellent, love,’ she said, slapping his ass. ‘That means … you get to do to this ass what you could never do to a frigid little tiny tits girl,’ she finished, looking back at MJ’s tear-streaked face.

Peter turned around and for a moment, it looked like he might apologise. Black Cat grabbed his hand and took him away. MJ was left collapsed on the street sobbing her heart out as Black Cat leaned down and whispered in Peter’s ears how good he would look under her ass. He blushed. Felicia looked back and saw MJ had seen how intimate she was planning to get with her ex- boyfriend, as she was literally lying in the street bawling.
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‘So, love, how were you supposed to worship this?’ Felicia swayed her bare ass in front of Peter. Both were naked and sweaty from practicing worshipping her body for hours before Felicia was ready to tease all the cum out of him.
‘M-Mistress,’ gasped Peter, covered in sweat and shaking from the effort of several ruined orgasms. Precum flowed from his cock and made a puddle on the floor. ‘I-I have to lick and kiss your ass cheeks as many times as you want until you point to your hole, then get properly on my knees and lean my head back so you can use my face as a seat. Then you’ll sit on my face and allow me to tongue that beautiful, glorious, tasty rosebud to your heart’s content, and I must not move until you’ve finished using my face as a literal seat.’

‘Good boy,’ grinned Felicia, her pussy getting damp as she thought about herself being treated like such a goddess. ‘And what about my feet?’

‘You’ll snap your fingers and point to your feet, Ma’am,’ whispered Peter, his cock twitching with excitement at the thought. ‘And then I’ve to get on my hands and knees and start licking both feet like they’re ice cream sandwiches. I will —‘

Felicia snapped her fingers, pointed at her ass and turned around. Peter had barely stopped talking and turned his face up when she sat on his face, crossing her legs and using him as a chair. She smiled as she heard him moan and rub his nose across her ass crack, asshole and up her cleft. She knew he was enjoying it as her feet were brushing against his cock. It was such a hard, steel bar that she knew she could climb and ride it to multiple orgasms any time she wanted after she was done being worshipped. She climbed up on his face and pressed down on him with her ass.

The muffled groan and his cock pushing forwards told her he was enjoying it. Grinning, she settled down and enjoyed his ass licking skills. This was going to be one long training session, but he would be a slave to her ass, forever. She would make sure of it.
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The sun shone in through the morning, falling across Felicia’s face first. She stirred a little. She looked at the window, then reached over and drew the blinds across it. She looked down and smiled. Peter was lying at the foot of the bed, his hair falling across his face. She poked him with her toe.
‘Wake up, sweetheart,’ she whispered, kissing his cheek. ‘You have so much worshipping to do.’

Peter stirred as well. He let out a soft moan and his eyes fluttered. Black Cat nudged him again with her toe. She was completely naked on the bed. He got up on his knees. She snapped her fingers and pointed at her feet. He crawled over and started to kiss them obediently. He licked between her toes, sucked them and licked the light film of sweat off her soles as well. She snapped her fingers and pointed to her round ass as she squatted in the frog butt position on her knees. He crawled over behind her and started to worship her ass. He licked a bit of fluff off her ass crack, lapped his tongue all over her enormous ass cheeks and asshole, and even on her taint and pussy. She finally moved back, bumping him with her big ass and knocking him back. She got off the bed and stood up, walking to the middle of the room.

‘Now watch me as I get naked and sweaty for you, sweetheart,’ she smirked, turning around and shaking her ass at him. She started to do squats, bending down to show him her ass and going back up with a little wiggle. His cock hardened into steel at this point. She kept going up and down until she had around fifty done, then bent over on the floor with her ass in the air, keeping it towards Peter. He moaned as he moved his hand to his cock, but he saw her giving him a stern mommy glance right away. She shook her head slowly, lifting one hand and wagging a finger at him. He blushed and put his hand down.

A light film of sweat formed on her body as she kept doing her workouts. Peter’s throbbing cock bobbed around as she kept turning around to look at it. She winked at him and made the blowjob gesture with her hands and mouth. He got so hard at her teasing that his cock swelled to It’s full size and almost burst with precum.

‘Do you like that, honey?’ She giggled, teasing him with another shake of her ass and doing the downward dog pose. Her ass stuck into the air as she bent over fully. He reached for his cock again on seeing her. She took a look back and noticed him. Her brows furrowed into a frown and she got up. She walked over and knocked his cock back from his hand, glaring down at his guilty face.

‘You little perv,’ she hissed, swinging a leg over his face.’ Remember how I told you that you’ll have to worship my sweaty ass after a workout? Maybe not in leggings this time as I wanted but I’ll do It next time. As punishment for touching yourself instead of focusing on this phat ass like you should, you’ll not get my bare ass in your face this evening. I’ll work out in front of you with leggings and then sit on your face with them on so you can suck the sweat out of my thong and leggings. Beg for my bare ass but I won’t give it to you, bitch.’

Peter was very pale. ‘B-but Felicia, I really love your bare ass and I’ll worship it even better if you want. Please don’t deny me your skin, I really love teasing and worshipping your bare booty. I’ll make up for strok—’ He was pressed into the bed by Felicia sitting on his face so hard he thought his nose might break. She started to shake herself and gyrate on him as if she was doing a dirty dance music video. He let out muffled moans or protests — she didn’t care which — and kept forcing his mouth up her ass.

‘Stick your tongue out and clean all that sweat off me, little bitchboi,’ she hissed, getting up in a squat over him and lowering her ass cheeks to his face. He licked her left ass cheek as it was presented to him, then her right on every bit of skin. He tasted her slightly sour but delicious sweat while she made him a slave to her ass all over again.

‘Now the hole, you little ass munching slave,’ she said. She opened her ass cheeks and let him admire her hole with his eyes for a few moments. She sat down pretty hard on his lips. She moved her ass crack up and down, covering his face with her booty.

Peter licked all over her crack and hole, tasting the stronger scent and smell wafting off her peachy ass. Her hole was tangy and tasty. He stuck his tongue in as he begged in a muffled voice for more. She made sure he was only breathing in her ass scent while she squeezed down on him.

‘All right, bitch,’ she said, lifting her ass up off his face. Peter gasped for air and gratefully breathed it all in. ‘Just lie below my ass and breathe it in while I stroke you.’

Peter moaned in satisfaction as she squatted over him without letting him lick her ass. He breathed in deeply and she rubbed his cock head with her hand. She moved her hands up and down, teased his cock and licked his swollen balls. She cupped them in her hand as she used the other on his shaft. She spat on it and let it flow down before collecting it from his balls . He was leaking precum and moaning so much like he had been several nights before this when she owned him. She watched his shaft throb, glisten with her spit and even dipped her ass slowly down on his mouth so his lips brushed her asshole. She lifted it back out again almost right away. Peter started to fuck her hands in frustration at not getting to lick her fat ass. He made a few sounds and his body started to shake.
Black Cat instantly let go of his shaft.

‘UuuuuwAAAAAggghhhaaaaa!’ He cried out, fucking the air again desperately and trying to release his load. It wasn’t forthcoming. Black Cat wiggled her ass over his face and avoided his darting tongue. He couldn’t cum without her touch even if he wanted to. He was broken. He fucked the air some more, sweating and shaking, but he couldn't cum. He stopped as his body shook like he was having a seizure.

Felicia ignored his impassioned pleas to get him off with just a touch or lick of her ass. She got up and went to the door, her big ass shaking.

‘P-please don’t, Felicia darling,’ whimpered Peter. ‘My balls are so blue and swollen, I need a taste of your ass to cum. Please let me —’
Felicia gave him her warning look and he fell silent. She put her hands on her hips.‘Be sure you worship my ass even better than that this evening in the leggings,’ she said coolly. ‘I wasn’t going to let you worship my bare ass until tomorrow, but that could all change if you do a great job of not cumming now and licking my ass clean through my workout sweats. I’ll be off to steal more things, Spidey. You can put on a sexy maid outfit like that and clean the house if you like.’

She pointed to a maid outfit she had left on the bed. It was really skimpy and barely covered anything of the body at all.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Healifty-Lingerie-Outfits-Naughty-Bedroom/dp/B07VDF2SNP/ ref=sr_1_12?dchild=1&keywords=sexy+maid+outfit&qid=1601432239&sr=8-12

Peter blushed hard. Surely she was joking? He couldn’t run around in that being Spider-Man, it was ridiculous!

‘Better get started, bitch,’ she said. He saw her grin and round ass leaving the room as the door closed with a finality. He walked over to the maid’s outfit. Maybe obeying her wasn’t such a bad idea …

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‘No!’ yelped the naked Peter Parker as Black Cat slowly grabbed his sensitive balls and started to roll them around in her hands, squishing them.

‘Well, explain why the FUCK you would throw away the lingerie I bought so painstakingly for you then!’ snarled Felicia.

‘I mean, I only wanted to clean up as a normal boy! Not a maid!’ gasped Peter as she took her hands away and started to slap his ass.

Peter moaned in a bit of pain, and yet in a lot of pleasure as she spanked him like she was disciplining a naughty child.

‘When I say you should be in a maid’s outfit, you need to listen to me!’ she barked, grabbing his arm and swinging him around. She got him to fall over her thighs over her lap, his ass up in the air. He tried to cover up his cock and balls but his hands simply touched her waist and thin air. He forgot he was over her lap.

‘W-What are you planning to do?’ he squeaked, feeling very nervous and exposed all of a sudden.

Felicia raised her latex-gloved hand.

SMACK! SMACK! WHAP! THWACK! SMACK!

‘OWWWWW!’ howled Peter, feeling more and more like the naughty little boy he was as Felicia spanked his ass really hard.

‘That’s what you get for being naughty!’ barked Felicia. Peter shuddered in both pleasure and fear as she sounded like a real dominatrix at the moment. ‘First you don’t tell MJ you want to leave that skinny bitch. Then you refuse to do a simple task -’

‘But I would’ve done it!’ whined Peter as she paused her spanking to listen to him. ‘I just didn’t want to feel that humiliated!’

Felicia started to smack him again.

Peter howled in pain as she did. But she didn’t let up. ‘You’re so disobedient and terrible! I’m going to punish you just right and make you learn that you obey me no matter what! Is that clear?’

Peter couldn’t respond because of the pain of being spanked. But she kept doing so. ‘Answer me! Are you going to obey me and do what I please, little boy?’

Peter couldn’t take it anymore after a couple of minutes, her hand was protected by latex and quite strong anyway. He howled in desperation. ‘Okay, okay! I’ll do anything you like! I won’t question you!’

Felicia smacked both his ass cheeks, which were reddened and quite painful by now. ‘You’ll do anything what?’

‘MISTRESS!’ yelped Peter as she hit his sore ass. ‘I’ll do anything you wantAAAAAAH MISTRESS!!!! OWWWW!’

Felicia stopped spanking him and he sighed in relief.

‘You’re sure about this, bitch?’ she demanded.

‘Y-Yes, said Peter, afraid of getting another whacking on his ass.

‘Fine.’ She raised her hand and he barely felt the whoosh of air on his ass as she brought it down for two quick smacks on his bare ass cheeks, right in the middle. He yelped in pain and fear. She grabbed his hand and lifted him up. She turned him around to face her.

‘Now stay naked like this and turn around. Lie down on that mattress over here,’ she pointed to it on the floor near him, ‘and I will sit on your face for quite a long time as punishment.’

Peter’s cock grew harder than steel on hearing that. She looked down at it and giggled, hiding her smile with her hands.

She reached forward and stroked him a few times, winking at him and blowing a kiss. His cock throbbed in her hands, leaking a bit of precum from the tip. She wiped it off with a finger, and licked it all clean, fluttering her eyelashes at him. She bit her lip and he started to dribble all over the floor even more. She then lightly slapped his cock tip. He jumped and shrank a little, but her relentless hands kept teasing him, keeping him on the edge.

‘No, bitchboi,’ she said in a sultry growl which made his ass cheeks clench. ‘You’re not going to cum as punishment. You won’t get my bare ass cheeks on your face. And you have to stay still. You may sniff my ass through the latex only, if you get your breath, but don’t you dare lick or kiss it at all. You can’t taste me. It’s your disobedience which led to this moment.’

Peter couldn’t even protest at her orders. She swung him around by his arm again, tripped him up by hitting the back of his knee with her own, and he fell on the mattress. He raised his head to try and look at her, and got a face full of her huge, curvy ass descending on his face. Her ass slammed his face back into the mattress. She wriggled and squirmed on his face to get a good seat on him.

‘How is that, little boy?’ she sniggered, looking back at him. ‘Do you like the taste of it?’

Peter nodded dumbly, his glazed expression hidden under her ass, though his cock clearly betrayed his thoughts.

‘And how’s it taste, little one?’ she asked, shaking her ass on his face. She pressed it down to give him a better sniff of it. ‘Is it good?’

Peter instinctively stuck out his tongue to lick her latex ass. She couldn’t feel his tongue through the material, but she knew he’d be too horny to think straight, so the next thing he felt was a hard smack on his leg and his cock.

There was a very muffled yelp of pain and a lot of squirming as Peter struggled to get away from her hands and she held him down to sit on his face properly. They settled in within a few seconds and Black Cat started to stroke his cock.

‘I told you not to lick my ass, you horny little bastard,’ she hissed.

Peter’s jaw dropped under her ass and her latex-clad derriere filled his mouth. ‘Hsfff dhidh hu -’

‘Shut up,’ she snarled, lifting her ass and bringing it down to cover his face, wiggling it to rub her scent on him, and repeating the motion. ‘I know how horny you are and I realize what horny little boys do when they can’t think straight. Do-’ she slapped his thigh. ‘You-’ she flicked his cock. He winced. ‘Hear-’ she dug her fingers into his abs. ‘Me?’ she rubbed his balls and slapped them very lightly.

Peter nodded. She couldn't see what he did, but she could tell by the feeling of the way his face rubbed against her ass what he was saying.

‘Good.’ There was a more tender note to her voice now. ‘You actually like me being your bitch Mistress, don’t you though, pet?’

‘Mmmmmpphhhhh,’ said Peter as she twerked that fat latex ass on his face, rode him like a horse briefly, and did all sorts of teasing movements on his face with him forced to breathe it in or feel the impression of her ass on him only. He was in for a very long night of it, and at the end of it all, he was a slave to her ass for life and desperate for the release she finally granted him in the morning. A very explosive release all over her fat ass cheeks with her twisted around, wanking his swollen cock while she forced him to recite how much he worshipped his Goddess’s ass, how much he would kiss it as she wished and bow down to it with a snap of his fingers. He couldn’t get away no matter how much he wanted to. And he never did, despite still being a crime fighter. He was in love with a sexy criminal and her booty, his undying devotion to it being proved to her every single night no matter when she came back from her heists.

*********The End**********