Black Cat: Kitty's Plaything

by DeathstalkerLives (ao3)

Chapter 1: A Teasing Taste

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Black Cat: Kitty’s Plaything

By Deathstalker

Chapter One: A Teasing Taste

Felicia Hardy had a plan.  And it was a damn sexy plan, as far as she was concerned.  She stood nude before the full length mirror, admiring the voluptuous curves of her young body.  Placing her hands under the impressive weight of her large breasts, she lifted them and jiggled them against each other.  Giggling, she turned to the side and pushed out her plump buttocks.  There wasn’t a man alive who could resist the allures of her gorgeous form.  Not even the noble Spider-Man.  Her choice of wardrobe would leave practically nothing to the imagination.  Getting into the skin-tight, black latex catsuit wasn’t easy, but Felicia was determined.

Stepping into the catsuit, Felicia leaned forward.  Her large breasts dangled in front of her as she reached down and took hold of the slick latex.  She shimmied it up the long length of her well-sculpted legs, occasionally wiggling her body to creep the clinging latex further upwards.  Lifting herself back into a standing position, Felicia got as solid a grip on the catsuit as she could and slowly pulled it over the curve of her ass cheeks.  She let out a soft grunt as the latex crept over her smooth flesh and pulled snug against her rear and crotch.  Even if she’d wanted to wear panties underneath the suit, there quite literally wasn’t enough room for them.  Turning to admirer her latex-covered ass in the mirror, Felicia giggled as she gave her rump a smack and watched it ripple.  Facing front, she could clearly see the outline of her pussy through the tight-fitting outfit.

Who could resist me?  Felicia resumed pulling the catsuit on.  Soon enough, Spider will be all mine.  He’ll be creaming his tights and begging me to let him lick my boots.  She tugged the catsuit up her slim, toned stomach with reasonable ease and slipped her arms into it but the difficulty spiked as she reached her oversized breasts.  Clenching her jaw tight and letting out the occasional grumble of frustration, Felicia struggled to zip up and force her tits into the tight confines of the catsuit for nearly ten minutes.  Even when she succeeded, she felt as if they were about to pop out or burst through the latex at any moment.  And I haven’t even started jumping across rooftops yet, she thought with a sigh.  Not that the prospect of a wardrobe malfunction bothered her, it would just be a hassle.  Tilting her head forward, she admired the deep cleavage she had on display.

The white fur trim that bordered the suit around her breasts tickled pleasantly against her soft, sensitive flesh.  Grinning proudly, Felicia resumed dressing.  Her loins warmed against the crotch of the suit as her arousal grew alongside her anticipation.  She slipped on her white gloves and pushed her feet into the expensive leather boots she’d purchased to go with the catsuit.  Finally, she slipped the minimal black mask onto her face.  She smiled at her reflection as she took in the full sight of herself.  “Meow,” she teasingly purred out before laughing.  “Spider hasn’t got a chance against me.”  She spritzed some exotically scented perfume against her cleavage, crotch, and buttocks.

“Now all I have to do is ring the dinner bell,” she announced.  “A little jewelry store heist should bring him right to me.  And then the real fun can begin.”

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Given what she was wearing, it was no surprise that the manager at the jewelry store was more than willing to comply with her demands and just hand over the goods.  She rolled her eyes as the middle-aged man openly ogled her impressive cleavage.  The bulge of his erection was about as obviously visible as her breasts.  With a sigh, she intentionally tripped the alarm on her way out of the store before scampering up to the rooftop to wait for her true goal to come swinging down to rescue the precious gems she’d looted.  Felicia positioned herself in a casually seductive pose, wanting to give Spider-Man the full brunt of the Black Cat’s sexual prowess.

Spidey arrived in record time.  It’s almost as if he knows what’s waiting for him, Felicia thought with a playful smirk as she watched the red and blue blur come streaking towards her.  He landed on the rooftop several feet in front of her and even through the mask, she could tell that the sight of her shocked him.  “Hello, Spider,” she purred.  “Nice night for a swing, huh?”

The sight of the busty thief in the skin-tight outfit had shocked Peter Parker.  His spider sense was going crazy in a way he’d never felt before.  He suspected it had something to do with the other tingling he felt in his loins.  He did his best to shake his head clear of the carnal thoughts rushing through his mind.  He was married.  Happily married.  To a beautiful woman.  And he knew Mary Jane wouldn’t approve of him eyeballing other women, especially other women who happened to also be thieves.

“Like what you see, Spider?” Black Cat asked with a grin.  She could see his distraction as well as the stirrings of an erection.  Her plan was working splendidly.  “If you want a piece of this, you’re going to have to catch me first.”  Taking advantage of Spidey’s distraction, Felicia turned and extended her small grappling gun.  Aiming appropriately, she fired and hooked onto a nearby building.  Taking a running leap, she swung her way over to the next rooftop.  Nothing like a good chase to really get the blood pumping, she thought with a soft laugh as she heard Spider-Man swooping after her.  She was nimble and quick and plenty flexible enough to both stay ahead of him and give him tantalizing sights of her plump buttocks straining against the latex of her outfit.

Felicia kept up the chase for a little while before finding what looked like a pleasantly private rooftop.  She landed on it, expansive chest heaving as the activity caught up to her.  She may have been incredibly fit, but even her lean muscles and finely sculpted physique had trouble dealing with her expansive breasts bouncing around as she swung through the air.  Felicia turned to face Spidey as he caught up to her.  She glanced down and smirked as she saw the glistening beads of sweat trickling across her breasts and into her cleavage.  “Looks like you caught me, Spider,” she panted.  “But I don’t think you’ve got what it takes to send a sexy thing like me to jail.”

“You should have thought about that before you robbed that store,” Spidey shot back.  He was doing his best to ignore Black Cat’s allure, but it was surprisingly difficult.  He knew exactly what she was doing, but he found it hard to push past the distraction of her body.  All he had to do was shoot a few quick lines of webbing to secure her legs to the roof and he wouldn’t have to worry about her darting off again.  But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.  He was too busy trying to control his body and keep his cock from stiffening up.  Black Cat gave him a knowing smirk, as if she could tell how hard a time he was having.

“But I’m just a sweet girl,” she pouted.  “It’s not my fault.  Besides, I didn’t steal anything.  This jewelry was a gift.  Go back and ask the manager of the store.”

“Sure,” Spidey replied.  “I’m sure he handed over the jewelry out of the kindness of his heart.  I’m sure you didn’t put on your little seduction act at all.”  He tried to put as much sarcasm into his words as he could, but even as he admonished Black Cat for her amoral ways, he found his eyes tracing the curves of her body.  He stared at her swelling breasts, her stiff nipples clearly protruding against the black latex.  His attempt to look away from Black Cat’s chest only resulted in him staring at her crotch.  Turning his head to the side, he looked away from her entirely, but the damage was already done.  He could feel his cock stiffening within the equally tight confines of his costume.  Dammit, he thought.  I’ve got to calm down.  I can’t let her see that she’s getting to me.

Peter’s attempt to control his body was ultimately futile.  Felicia could see the stiffening outline of his large member pressing against the crotch of the tight nylon costume.  She lifted an interested eyebrow and dragged her tongue across her full, glossy pink lips.  “Oh, Spider,” she purred.  “I don’t think MJ would be happy to see you getting so excited over another woman.”  She let out a teasing giggle as Spidey looked down at his thickening erection.  She took advantage of his distraction and launched herself towards him.  Black Cat pinned him to the rooftop with ease, eyes bright with excitement and lust.  She kissed him through his mask, mashing her lips against his and pressing her tongue against the fabric.  Felicia licked across the nylon, leaving it soaked with her saliva as she lightly ground her crotch against Spidey’s bulging crotch.

Felicia could feel Spidey’s warm breath passing through his mask as he panted heavily and the throbbing of his tumescent member against her crotch.  “Don’t lie to yourself, Spider,” she groaned.  “You can’t do it.  You can’t bring me to the police.  You can’t remain faithful.  You want me.  I can feel how much you want me.  How much you need me.”  To emphasis her words, she rubbed herself against his cock again.  Pushing herself up from him, Felicia turned away from him and pushed her rear out.  She could feel the latex stretching as best it could as her perky ass cheeks strained against the skin-tight outfit, giving Spider-Man a delicious sight of her assets.  Turning her head to look at him from over her shoulder, she gave Spidey a smirk.  “Go ahead, Spider.  Lose yourself to me.”

Spider-Man wanted to stay true.  He wanted to web up Black Cat, dump her at the nearest police station, and go home to his wife.  But he couldn’t.  The dampness of Felicia’s saliva soaking into his mask, the lingering aroma of her sweet scent, and the undeniable sexual nature of her voluptuous form had him firmly under her seductive spell.  He slowly pushed himself onto his knees and crept towards her protruding buttocks.  Lifting his mask halfway up his face, he buried his face between the cheeks of Black Cat’s plump ass.  The scent of Felicia’s intoxicating perfume – blended with the smell of latex – filled Peter’s nostrils and only further encouraged him to take Black Cat up on her offer to lose himself to her.

Spidey inhaled Felicia’s savory aroma deeply several times.  His cock twitched within the confines of his outfit, a damp spot of pre-cum already forming where his cock head pressed against the nylon.  He kissed across the smooth, shiny black latex of Felicia’s buttocks, his hands cradling her perky rump.  Burying his mouth in the crack of her ass again, he extended his tongue and lapped it across the sleek latex.  He pressed the tip of his tongue against the tight material until he found Black Cat’s asshole.  Straining his tongue against the latex, he pushed it a little ways into Felicia’s anus.  Felicia gasped and groaned as she felt Spider-Man’s tongue prodding at her.  She wiggled her butt against his face, feeling the moistness between her thighs growing more prevalent.

Felicia’s eyes rolled back, moaning loudly as Spidey’s tongue continued to wiggle and push as deep as it could into her asshole.  “I want you to cum for me, Spider,” she gasped breathlessly.  She moved her bubbly butt away from Peter’s face and spun around to face him.  As she moved, her large breasts bounced against one another.  Pointing a slender finger at a nearby wall, Black Cat gave him a triumphant smirk.  “Go stand against that wall,” she ordered, laughing as she watched him obey her command without question or hesitation.  She strolled along after him, swaying her hips as she moved.

Reaching for his web shooters, Felicia directed them and forced a spray of webbing to adhere Spidey to the wall, leaving him thoroughly stuck in place and at her mercy.  Black Cat grinned widely as she stood back to admire her catch.  She reached down to tap her index finger against the bulging crotch of his suit, laughing as he squirmed and groaned softly.  “Don’t feel too bad about this, Spider,” she told him.  “You really never had a chance.  I mean, look at me.”  She cupped her breasts and squeezed them together while pushing her butt out.  “I’m irresistible.  Imagine MJ trying to put on an outfit like this.”  She shook her head.  “She’d be nothing but a flat cat.  Who wouldn’t want a woman you could grab and squeeze in all the fun places?”

Although he didn’t respond, Felicia could tell her words were eating away at him.  She snickered and lowered herself onto her knees before him.  She kissed across his rigid hardness, feeling the pulsing warmth of his erection through the nylon and leaving smears of her pink lip gloss on the fabric.  Her nimble tongue extended and lapped across his sensitive cock, delighting in every moan and shudder that ran through him as she teased him.  By the time she finished with the oral attention, the entire crotch of his suit was soaked through with spit, pre-cum, and lip gloss.  Rising back to her feet, Felicia turned away from him and pushed her sizeable buttocks against his crotch.  “You love my ass, Spider,” she purred.  “It’s okay to admit it.”

Spider-Man remained silent aside from the occasional groan of pleasure.  It was all the affirmation Felicia needed, at least for the moment.  She ground her ass against his crotch, feeling his rock-hard cock sliding between the cheeks of her butt.  She massaged against his manhood gently at first before adding speed to her movements.  Felicia wiggled her butt from side to side, jiggling her plump flesh against his crotch.  She could hear Peter’s breathing growing heavier as she teased him closer and closer to the point of release.  Felicia’s own arousal was reaching a peak.  She reached down to rub her aching clit through the clinging tightness of her catsuit.

Spidey went tense suddenly, grunting and gasping as he came.  Black Cat flicked her clit once more to join him in orgasmic bliss, her warm fluids rushing out of her and creeping down the insides of her twitching thighs.  The sticky warmth of his seed soaked through the nylon of his suit as his cock spurted out a healthy load.  Turning around to face him, Felicia smirked as she saw the mess she’d made.  “Too bad you don’t have a spare set of clothes, Spider,” she told him.  “I guess you’re just going to have to swing on home and tell sweet, innocent Mary Jane all about what you did tonight, huh?”

Leaning in close, Felicia kissed Peter deeply, forcing her tongue into his gasping mouth.  She broke the kiss and smiled at him.  “Don’t worry, lover,” she said.  “I’ll be seeing you again real soon.”  She grinned widely.  “Maybe I’ll sneak into your bedroom some night, while you and MJ are sleeping.  Just to say hi.”  With a giggle, Black Cat turned and darted to the edge of the rooftop, firing her grappling gun and swinging away.

Chapter 2: Followed Home

Chapter Two: Followed Home

It took Spider-Man roughly an hour to squirm free of his own webbing.  By that time, Black Cat and her extremely well-proportioned body were long gone.  But not forgotten and not untraceable.  Checking his receiver, he found that the tracker he’d managed to plant on Black Cat was transmitting loud and clear.  Keenly interested in obtaining a bit of payback from the sultry thief, Spidey launched himself off of the rooftop and swung towards the source of the signal.  His cock had softened after blowing his first load, but only to a half-erect state.  The memories of Felicia’s soft, latex-clad form rubbing against him were still too fresh.  The sticky stain covering the crotch of his suit was obvious enough, but the speed of his movements kept him a blur to anyone who might spot him swooping towards Felicia’s penthouse apartment.

Spotting the bedroom window still ajar, Spidey swung onto the building and landed silently.  He crawled his way down the side of the building and peered in through the window.  The sight he found within caused him to let out a gasp.  His cock tingled and stirred as he watched Black Cat – still wearing her tight-fitting catsuit – writhing about on her bed amongst the diamonds and cash she’d stolen from the jewelry store.  She rolled over onto her belly and lifted her hips up, pushing her plump ass into the air as she cupped a hand over her crotch and rubbed her pussy through the clinging tightness of her latex catsuit.  She turned her head to the side, moaning loudly as she wiggled a finger against her aching clit, a sweat-soaked fifty-dollar bill clinging to her cheek.

Spidey’s cock sprang to a fully erect state as he caught the blended aroma of Black Cat’s perfume and the rubber of her catsuit.  That paired with the slow rise and fall of her glorious buttocks and the steady stream of moans and gasps pouring from her mouth had him fully enraptured by her all over again.  He crept into the penthouse silently, although in the masturbatory state Felicia was in, he suspected his entrance could have been significantly more obvious without drawing her attention.  He moved to the foot of her large bed and enjoyed the view for several long moments before loudly clearing his throat.  Felicia gasped and twisted her head around, eyes shooting wide with surprise as she found Spider-Man standing before her, the distinct bulge of his erection in clear view.

“Spider,” she stammered.  “Can’t get enough of me, huh?  How did you find me?”

“Planted a tracker when you were teasing me earlier,” Spidey told her.  He lifted a hand and pointed a finger at the shiny crevasse between her buttocks.  “Snuggly between those sweet cheeks of yours.”

“You sneaky devil!” Felicia snapped, twisting her body and reaching back for her raised rear to find the tracker.  Spidey shot a wad of webbing that snared Felicia’s hand and stuck it to the headboard of her bed.  When she tried to reach for her webbed hand with her free one, he repeated the process, securing Black Cat to the headboard completely.  Felicia grunted as she tried to tug her hands free of the webbing.  The sticky substance kept her pinned despite how much she struggled.  “Geez, Spider,” she purred as she looked back at Spidey over her shoulder.  “What have you put in this webbing?  Your jizz?”

Felicia’s eyes flicked down to Peter’s rigid erection.  “Why did you follow me home, Spider?” she asked.  “Didn’t get enough of me on the rooftop?”  She wiggled her butt for him.  “Had to come get more?  MJ must be neglecting your needs quite a bit.  You poor baby.  Maybe I should go have a word with her.  Tell her what happens when she fails her wifely duties.”

Spidey shrugged.  “Maybe I’m just here because you thought you could tease me, make a fool out of me, and then swoop off without any punishment,” he said as he worked his thick cock free of his suit.  He stepped towards Felicia, climbing onto the bed and moving close enough to her so he could take hold of his full girth and slap it against her right ass cheek.  “You’ve been a bad kitty,” he growled.  “A very bad kitty.”  He shifted his hips and struck his cock against her other cheek.  “And bad kitties get spanked.”

“Do they?” Felicia moaned.  She pushed her butt further into the air, savoring each strike Peter made against her.  “Harder,” she groaned through clenched teeth as she felt her pussy moisten even more.  The warm juices soaked their way along the inside of the cramped catsuit, running down the insides and backs of her trembling thighs.  She cried out as Spidey slapped his prick against her ass with more force.  “Yes, harder!  Punish me, Spider!  Teach me a lesson!”  The perky flesh of her buttocks jiggled with each impact his dick made.  Small flicks of pre-cum splattered across the shiny black latex of her catsuit as he continued his unorthodox spanking.

The sharp slap of thick flesh cracking against smooth latex mingled with Felicia’s growing moans of passion.  Considering she’d been caught off guard, webbed to her own bed, and was at the mercy of Spider-Man’s perverted intentions, Black Cat felt delightfully in control.  She’d suspected Peter might find his way to her at some point.  He’d just managed to do so a good deal faster than she’d anticipated.  As he beat his prick against her ass with rhythmic speed and heavy force, she couldn’t have been happier to have underestimated him.  She could play the role of submissive captive well enough, especially with the knowledge that she’d managed to seduce Peter so effectively.  She was his, even if he didn’t realize it yet.

“Perhaps I’ll have to commit more robberies,” Felicia purred, turning her head to give Spidey a seductive look.  “So that you’ll come around to give me more of these punishments.”  She smirked.  “Tell me, do you treat all your attractive villains this way, or am I special?  Do you make Mary Jane role-play as a petty thief so you can treat her like this?”  She couldn’t help continuing to give Peter the teasing prods.  He responded to her accusations by striking his erection against her buttocks with growing force.  Her eyes rolled back and she let out a low groan as she savored each blow he gave her.

As Spidey’s arousal grew and his need to empty his balls became overwhelming, he dropped his cock into the deep crack of Felicia’s ass.  His hands grasped the full cheeks of her butt as he thrust his way between them.  The pre-cum already covering the latex made it easier for him to pump away.  The feeling of the smooth, shiny rubber against his throbbing member spurred his pleasure to greater heights.  Felicia’s cry of delight made it clear that she enjoyed the hotdogging as much as he did.  She pushed her butt up, keeping her back low, assuming the stereotypical position of her namesake as she gasped and panted against her pillow.

Pushing the cheeks of Black Cat’s ass together against the sides of his dick, Spidey picked up the pace of his thrusts between them.  The friction of flesh against latex forced the rubber to ride its way into Felicia’s puckered asshole, working to drive her even wilder.  She screamed out her passion into the pillow as she bucked back to meet Spider-Man’s thrusts.  Her cunt honey gushed out of her.  She could feel it creeping across her slim stomach and down to the backs of her knees.  The inside of her catsuit was drenched in her fluids and she’d not even reached a climax yet.  Spidey’s fingers dug into the black rubber, clutching Felicia’s buttocks firmly as his hips shifted back and forth rapidly.

Peter lifted a hand from Felicia’s ass, giving the woman’s rump a hard smack with his palm.  Black Cat whimpered and groaned as the sting of his slap radiated through her.  Spidey’s nostrils flared as his breathing grew heavy, his balls tightening with impending release.  He resisted his climax, wanting to enjoy the pleasures of Felicia’s body for a little while longer.  After the trouble she’d gone to getting him to be unfaithful to his wife, he figured it was the least he could do.  And after the teasing she’d given him on the rooftop, it felt nice to have her helpless before him, moaning and writhing as he slid his cock between her buttocks.  He doubted she’d be so foolish as to try her antics a second time, although there was a large part of him that hoped he was wrong.

Spidey cried out as he reached his limit.  His cock pulsed between the cheeks of Felicia’s butt, firing a lengthy string of jizz into the air and onto the back of her head.  He slid back from Black Cat’s plump rear, grabbing hold of his spurting prick and aiming it at her glorious buttocks, spraying his creamy seed across them.  Spidey gasped for breath as he squeezed the remainder of his sizeable load into the crack of Felicia’s ass before dropping back onto his haunches.  Felicia chewed at her bottom lip as she arched her head back to admire the pearly jizz drenching her rear.  Her eyes widened as she watched a few healthy spatters had landed on her high-heeled leather boots.  She gave Spider-Man a smoldering glare.

“You got your man-spunk all over my expensive boots,” she hissed.

Spidey shrugged as he tucked his spent member back into his suit.  With his lust satiated, he found it noticeably easier to resist Black Cat’s temptations.  “Spend some of your recent ill-gotten gains to have them cleaned,” he suggested.

“No, I think I’ll just swing by your place,” she said.  “Make that redheaded bitch of yours lick them clean.”  She yanked on her webbed hands, finding them just as stuck as they’d been before.  “Are you going to help me out of this web-jizz or not?”  Spider-Man stared silently at her for several long moments before turning and heading for the open window.  “Spider!” she yelled.  “You can’t leave me like this!”  She tugged harder at the webbing with frustrated anger.  She whipped her head around to glare at Spidey.  “Wouldn’t you rather free me so you can have another go at me?” she purred as she wiggled her cum-soaked rear.  “Maybe I’ll even squeeze out of this catsuit for you.”

“You left me on a rooftop,” Spidey pointed out.  “I’m at least leaving you on a comfy bed.  I’m sure you’ll be able to get free of the webbing.  Eventually.”  With that, he climbed out the window and swung away, leaving the trapped Black Cat behind.  His suit was still stained with his drying cum and Felicia’s pink lip gloss.  Unless MJ was particularly dense, she’d notice that he’d been up to something quite salacious.  It worried Peter, but not nearly as much as he would have thought.  As he headed for home, thoughts of Black Cat’s voluptuous form filled his mind, continuing to tease him even though she was nowhere near him.

Felicia let out a frustrated shriek through her teeth and went back to trying to pry her hands free.  Being trapped on her bed hadn’t been part of her plans at all.  She’d managed to successfully tease Peter into her control, but not thoroughly enough.  She’d not anticipated him actually turning the tables in the little game of Cat & Spider she’d devised.  She was pissed, but also incredibly turned on by the unexpected twist.  Oh, you’ll pay for this, Spider, she thought.  You and that pretty wife of yours…

Chapter 3: Trading Up

Chapter Three: Trading Up

Mary Jane kissed her husband deeply before tugging his mask into place.  “Go make the world a better place, tiger,” she purred.  “I’ll be thinking of you while you’re away.”  She pulled open her robe, exposing her thin, model’s physique to Peter.  “And I hope you’ll be thinking of me, too.”  She slipped a hand down between her thighs and gave her cunt a soft stroke.  “If you finish fighting crime early enough, maybe I’ll give you a special kind of reward.”  She giggled as she saw the stirrings of an erection in her husband’s loins.  Spidey managed to tear his eyes away from his wife and exited through the open window, struggling to get his arousal under control before he encountered any trouble.

Given his distracted state and Black Cat’s dark attire, it was easy for him to miss the voluptuous woman as she stealthily passed him in the night, heading towards the window he’d just emerged from.  It had taken Felicia a few days of stalking to track Peter back to his abode.  And I did it without using some tiny spider-tracker thing, she thought proudly.  She’d considered investing in some kind of tracking device of her own, but if things went according to plan, she wouldn’t require one.  Swooping through the open window, Felicia landed in front of Mary Jane just as the redhead was pulling her robe closed around her naked flesh.

Mary Jane let out a shriek of surprise as Felicia landed in front of her.  She yanked the robe tighter around her.  “What the fuck?” she yelled.  “Where did… who are you?”

A thin smirk spread across Felicia’s face as she looked over the startled young woman standing before her.  She planted her hands on her hips and cocked her butt to the side, pushing her full breasts forward into a confident and sexy pose.  “Oh, me?” she purred.  “I’m just the real woman who showed your Spider immeasurable pleasures.  Did he not mention me?”  Felicia giggled.  “He’s probably just embarrassed… for you.  Since it’s clear you could never give him what I can.  And have.”  She watched the shock spread across MJ’s face and felt her loins tingle with arousal.  She’d caught the bitch completely off guard and now she was going to have a good time with her.

Mary Jane did her best to conceal her surprise as she tied her robe shut.  “Very funny,” she growled as she narrowed her eyes at Black Cat.  She looked over the tight-fitting catsuit the busty woman wore and let out a scoffing laugh.  “Please, there’s no way Peter would fall for a slutty tramp like you.”  She crossed her arms at her chest.  “And I keep him quite satisfied, thank you very much.”  MJ tilted her head back with a sneer.  “You’re nothing but an attention whore.  Probably jealous of what Peter and I have and trying to cause trouble between us.  It’s not going to work, whore.  So why don’t you crawl back out of that window and never come back?”

Felicia laughed, reaching to her side and grasping the handle of her whip.  “Oh, but I just love being Spider’s sexy slut,” she replied.  “And if you truly keep him satisfied, how come he had so much cum for me the other night?  He couldn’t get enough.  Followed me home, even, so he could get more.  It was adorable and a little pathetic, just like everything else about him.”  She shrugged.  “Well, aside from his cock.  He does have one magnificently large cock on him.”  Her smirk faded into a cold glare.  “Unfortunately for you, that big throbbing cock likes to make a mess over expensive boots.”  She pulled her whip free and cracked it at Mary Jane.  “And now, you’ll have to pay the cleaning bill.”  Drawing the whip back, she lashed it around MJ.  The strike wasn’t hard enough to cause her any real pain or damage, but it left her hopelessly entangled in the black leather.

“Hey!” Mary Jane yelled, straining against the whip.  “What the hell?!  Get this thing off of me!”

Felicia laughed and gave the whip a tug, forcing MJ onto her knees.  “Not until you clean up your hubby’s mess,” she purred seductively.  Stepping forward, she slid one of her booted feet towards Mary Jane.  The cum staining them had dried, but the splotches were still clearly visible.  “Now bend over and get to licking.”  She gave the whip another yank and pulled MJ forward.  The redhead let out a grunt of discomfort as she landed hard on her breasts.  She arched her head back and glared up at Felicia.  “You can give me the stink eye all night, young lady,” she told Mary Jane.  “But it’s not going to get my boots any cleaner.  Go on, have a taste.  See if you can recognize the flavor of your husband’s spunk.”

Mary Jane was disgusted, pissed off, and a little afraid.  Whoever the woman was, she knew Peter somehow.  She didn’t want to believe her husband had cheated on her with the harlot, but she couldn’t be sure.  The catsuit-wearing vixen seemed to exude seduction.  Even MJ had to admit that she was a little turned on by the experience, although she’d never say as much out loud.  “Fine,” she grumbled.  “If it’ll get you out of my apartment, I’ll do it.”  She lifted her face and moved it over Felicia’s presented boot.  Extending her tongue, she dragged it across one of the dried cum stains.  Humiliation and embarrassment flowed through her as she gave in to the perverted woman’s demands.

As the jizz dampened with her saliva, Mary Jane was able to taste it.  Revulsion washed over her as she recognized the distinct flavor of Peter’s seed.  Hot tears stung MJ’s eyes as she realized at least some of what the woman had told her had to be true.  Feeling betrayed, Mary Jane tongued Black Cat’s elegant footwear with more enthusiasm.  If Peter cheated on me with this whore, what does it matter?  I might as well make myself into the sort of slut he clearly likes, she thought as she slobbered over the tips of Felicia’s boots.  Her breathing grew heavier as she tried to embrace the slight arousal she felt.  She’d always enjoyed being dominated in the bedroom and it was, unfortunately, something that Peter rarely did.

Felicia grinned as she watched the tangled-up redhead licking her boots clean.  “That’s a good little bitch,” she purred.  “Get them nice and clean.  You know, I told Spider I would come make you do this after he got them dirty.  He didn’t seem particularly bothered by the notion.  You think he wanted me to make you kneel before me like this?  Maybe it’s the only way he could get it up for you, thinking about you in this position.  Even then, I imagine it had to be difficult for him.  You being so plain, so boring, so vanilla.  I mean, I guess you’re pretty enough.  But you’re nothing compared to me.  How could you blame him for falling for me the moment he saw me?”

Mary Jane wanted to stop licking.  She wanted to glare up at Black Cat and tell her all the reasons why she was wrong about her and Peter.  But she couldn’t.  The longer she licked, the lower her self-esteem sank.  Peter’s jaw had nearly unhinged the first time she’d shown up at his doorstep, but that had been so long ago – at least, it felt like an eternity.  Since they’d gotten hitched, their sex life had dwindled.  Mary Jane had never really noticed quite how boring their bedroom antics had gotten before.  A bit of handwork to get him hard and then she’d climb on top of him.  He seemed to enjoy himself – he always finished – but maybe the less active sex she’d attributed to him being tired out from fighting crime was really just a symptom of a deeper problem.  And she’d not really gone out of her way to try and spice things up very often.  She realized that some instinctive understanding of the issue had been why she’d decided to give him a bit of teasing before he’d left.  She hadn’t realized the act had been far too little and it had come far too late.

Spidey swung in through the open window and froze.  His eyes widened behind his mask as he took in the sight of his wife trussed up in Black Cat’s whip lapping away at the busty woman’s boots.  He’d not been able to get the quick flash of Mary Jane’s naked flesh out of his mind.  The guilt of his infidelity weighing on him, he decided to cut crime fighting short for the night and make up his indiscretion.  He’d not expected to find Black Cat waiting for him.  He gulped, certain that his secret was out.  But his fear was overwhelmed by the sudden jolt of lust that rushed through him as he watched MJ obediently licking Felicia’s footwear.

Felicia turned to smile at Peter.  “Oh, hello, lover,” she purred.  “Nice of you to join us.  I told you it was only a matter of time before I got these expensive boots properly cleaned.”  She turned away from the redhead and sauntered over to Spidey, making sure to swing her hips as seductively as she could.  She tugged the bottom of his mask up until the lower half of his face was revealed and then leaned in close.  Felicia kissed Spidey deeply, shoving her tongue into his mouth and swirling it about.  She moaned and pressed her plump breasts against his chest as she moved closer to him, knowing without a glance that Mary Jane was watching.

Peter’s love for Mary Jane, his shock at finding Black Cat in his home, his guilt over cheating, all of it washed away as Felicia made out with him.  Lust rushed through him, only growing stronger as Felicia guided his hands around to cup her perky, plump buttocks.  He squeezed the pliant flesh eagerly, grinding his bulging crotch against Black Cat’s slim belly as he groaned deeply into her mouth.  He found himself just as entranced by Felicia as he had been the night they’d first run into one another.  The front of his suit dampened with oozing pre-cum as all of his thoughts turned to the wide range of things he wanted to do to her, whether MJ was watching or not.

Felicia broke the kiss, dragging her tongue across her glossy lips.  “Now,” she told Peter.  “Get on your knees and show MJ how you feel about me and my lovely assets.”  She turned away from him, facing Mary Jane and giving the heartbroken redhead a flirtatious wink as she pushed her rear towards Spidey.  She giggled as Peter dropped to his knees as instructed without hesitation.  Felicia let out a soft moan as she felt Spidey’s face press between the cheeks of her ass.  She wiggled her butt against his face, feeling her cunt grow warm and moist within the gripping confines of her latex catsuit.  “That’s a good Spider.”

Spidey hardly heard Felicia’s words.  He was too entranced with the bubbly buttocks pressing against his cheeks.  He sucked in her aroma.  His nostrils filled with the floral scent of her perfume and the rubber of her catsuit.  Groaning, he mashed his face harder against Black Cat’s large ass, breathing deeply again and again as his cock strained against the crotch of his suit.  His hands gripped Felicia’s thighs as he lost himself to her, each breath he took causing fresh arousal to trickle through him.  He’d never needed anyone or anything as much as he needed Felicia in that moment.  All thoughts of Mary Jane and the happy life they’d shared were gone, leaving behind nothing but the aching urges he felt.

Moving his hands up to Felicia’s buttocks, Spidey pried them apart so he could shove his tongue against her latex-covered asshole.  He strained to shove his nimble muscle as deep as he could into the tight orifice, pushing the rubber into her.  Black Cat’s moans grew in volume as she ground her rear against Peter’s face.  Her eyes rolled back as he enthusiastically tongue-fucked her ass.  Her pussy gushed fresh fluids into her catsuit as he wiggled his tongue back and forth within the gripping entrance of her rear.  Spidey’s fingers dug into Felicia’s ass cheeks, groping her full flesh as he jabbed his tongue as deep as he could into her.  Felicia took the pleasure for as long as she could before moving her ass away from Peter’s face.

Curling a finger at Peter, Felicia drew him back into a standing position.  “I want you to fuck your way into my rubber ass,” she ordered him.  “Right here in front of your worthless wife.  Show her how pathetic she is.  Show her how she could never have what we have, Spider.”  She reached down and grabbed hold of his rigid cock.  “Show her that this belongs to me now.”  She turned away from him again and leaned forward, reaching back to spread the cheeks of her ass so he had a clear aim.  “Come on, Spider.  Fill me full of that glorious dick of yours.”

Spidey had no hope of resisting Black Cat’s demand.  He pulled his throbbing member free and moved up behind Felicia.  Pressing the tip of his dick against the wet patch of saliva he’d left between her magnificent cheeks, he took hold of Felicia’s hips and pushed forward.  Spidey gritted his teeth as he fought against the gripping resistance of Black Cat’s skintight catsuit as well as the small orifice of her asshole.  Slowly, both gave in to him, the rubber stretching and her asshole parting.  He let out a long groan as he felt the tight walls of Felicia’s rear clenching around his sensitive cockhead.  Peter fought to get as deep as he could into Black Cat’s ass, bucking forward against her.

Mary Jane watched in horror as her husband humped against the voluptuous vixen who’d invaded her home with animalistic passion.  Felicia looked down at her with a cruel smirk.  “He’s never fucked you like this, has he?” she asked.  “Not even in the beginning.  He’s never been so addicted to you that he couldn’t help himself.  How many times did he swing out of here, leaving you aching?  How many times did you try to seduce him only to have him tell you how busy he was or how tired?  You just don’t do it for him, Red.  Not like I do.  I rule him.  He would never dare leave me wanting.  He couldn’t if he tried.  Because, unlike you, I actually turn him on.”  She bounced her bubble butt backwards to meet Spidey’s thrusts, crying out as he managed to inch his way deeper into her ass.

Spidey heard what Felicia was telling Mary Jane, but he didn’t care.  His chest heaved as he kept pounding his way into Black Cat’s rubber-covered asshole.  His suit was soaked through with sweat.  If he tilted his head, he could see the way Felicia’s oversized breasts swayed and bounced as he drove his way into her.  He wanted a better look at the plump orbs of flesh, but the teasing glimpses he got of them were more than enough to inspire deeper lust in him.  His balls were heavy with pent up cum anxious to burst free of him.  Grunting hard, he slammed as much of his erection as he could into Black Cat’s rear and let himself go.  Thick, creamy seed filled up the shallow cavern of Felicia’s rear before bubbling its way back down the sides of his manhood.

Peter popped the head of his prick free of Black Cat’s ass, gripping the base of his pulsing shaft as he sprayed his cum over the sleek black latex covering her fleshy buttocks.  He covered as much of her rear as he could with his seed, but even his healthy load couldn’t compete with the expansive area.  He worked his hand down the length of his softening member, squeezing out every last drop of his jizz onto Felicia’s rear.  He stumbled back from her, gasping for air and basking in the afterglow of the intense orgasm.  Even with the act of passion ended, his desire for Felicia showed no signs of waning.

Felicia strolled over to where MJ lay.  Reaching down, she grabbed hold of her whip and tugged the redhead back onto her knees.  Twisting her rump around until she had it placed directly in front of Mary Jane’s face, she looked back to give the shocked woman a smirk.  “Now you’ve got another mess to lick up,” she told MJ.  “You’d better get to it.”  With a look of defeated resignation, Mary Jane leaned forward and resumed her licking.  She dragged her tongue through the messy splatters of Peter’s spunk, focusing on Black Cat’s cheeks first.  Felicia giggled and wiggled her butt against MJ’s face as she felt the woman’s tongue squirming across the smooth latex.  With the volume of ejaculate covering her, it took Mary Jane a little while before she was forced to move from Felicia’s buttocks to the crack of her ass.

“That’s it, you pathetic bitch,” Felicia groaned as she felt MJ’s tongue dipping between her butt cheeks.  “Get every last drop.”  She flexed her abdominal muscles, helping Mary Jane do her job by farting out bubbles of Spidey’s cum into her mouth.  The eruption of jizz splattered over MJ’s face, dribbling over her lips and down her chin.  Mary Jane’s humiliation grew as she stretched her tongue to gather up the escaping cum and swallow it down.  She pushed her tongue into Felicia’s vibrating asshole, scooping up every last remnant of Spidey’s seed as Felicia’s stream of taunting words filled her head.  Once she finished, she moved back from Black Cat’s rear, looking miserable and defeated.

Black Cat turned to face her rival for Peter’s affections.  “That’s a good girl,” she said with a condescending pat to the top of MJ’s head.  “I’m sure it’ll get easier for you after a while.  It’s the only way you’ll ever be getting my Spider’s seed from now on.”  She grabbed the handle of her whip and slowly uncoiled it from Mary Jane’s body.  The redhead didn’t make any use of her freedom.  She remained kneeling on the floor, head lowered in shame.  Smirking, Felicia coiled her whip and returned it to her belt before turning back to her enraptured lover.  “We should leave her here,” she told him.  “She’s hardly any use to us now.  You can come stay with me from now on.”

Spidey glanced to Mary Jane and took in the pathetic sight of her and then looked back to the stunning vision of Black Cat.  In that moment, the choice was simple.  He nodded happily, agreeing to Felicia’s proposal.  With a triumphant laugh, Felicia skipped over to him and slid an arm around his waist.  He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the open window, extending an arm and firing a string of webbing.  The pair swung out of the apartment without even a glance back at the humiliated redhead softly sobbing on the floor.