Up the fire escape went Peter Parker. Oh boy, the things he did to prevent himself from getting ripped something fierce by J. Jonah Jameson. He tried to find a way into the charity banquet for Queen Industries to get pictures, pictures of Oliver Queen. Okay, that didn't have the same ring to it as getting pictures, pictures of Spider-Man, but Jameson wanted something juicy for the front page of the Daily Bugle. PG, PG-13 tops, but he wanted something, and Spider-Man tried to get into the benefit two nights in a row and had been shut down.
He tried to reason, he tried to beg, hell he even tried to plead, but the guards at the front gate pushed him out. His press credentials were not enough to get him through the front door.
'I bet this sort of thing never happens to Jimmy Olsen,' Peter thought. 'Well, to be fair, it all balances out with the giant turtle man thing.'
Then again, he had no room to talk given he had been bitten by a genetically modified spider. Which actually helped him get up the fire escape. What the spider bite didn't help him with, was his pants tearing slightly when he made his way inside.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
Peter thanked his lucky stars that he wasn't wearing his Spider-Man costume underneath his civvies tonight. Otherwise, he might have been exposed, in more ways than one. Peter tried as he might to mend his pants, and took a few seconds to breath.
'Well, these pants are a goner.'
He knew the banquet room had to be around her somewhere, although he didn't know how many pictures could be taken if he spent most of the night trying to keep his pants up.
Suddenly, Peter stopped, and heard a moaning sound coming from the hallway. The moaning sounds increased, and it was a woman's voice.
'Okay, someone's involved in something very private, so if I just walk this way then maybe….'
Wrong turn, and Peter saw a woman sitting on the edge of the couch, her legs spread, and her hair matted against her face. One look at the woman realized Peter Parker just walked in on Thea Queen of all people, indulging herself in a moment of self-pleasure.
The brunette woman dressed in a black dress which fit her nicely, and it had been hiked up to expose her thighs. Her stockings made her legs look completely fabulous and had Peter not been distracted by other things, her legs might have precedence.
"What the hell?"
And now she noticed Peter was there. She slowly looked up. The woman's eyes drifted to the camera and she frowned.
"It isn't what it looks like," Thea said.
"What did it look like?" Peter asked.
"It looked like I was…oh for the love of….you're not going to make me say it, are you?" Thea asked.
"Looks to me you were having a private moment, "Peter said. "Relax, it happens to the best of us."
Thea put one hand on her hip and she slid her dress down. It still betrayed her and rolled up. Peter tried to focus on her eyes, which had an expression of anger and worry. "Yeah, well, I'd worry a lot less if you weren't carrying that camera….just who are you?"
"Peter Parker, I'm from the Daily Bugle," Peter said. "You're going to have been kicked out, aren't you?"
"Peter Parker," Thea said. "You were the guy who tried to get in here the past two nights and were denied….you're pretty persistent, aren't you?"
"No, well, yes, but no," Peter said. "My boss, you know, J. Jonah Jameson, when I don't do what he says, he tends to get really loud. And I don't want to have to hear him yell at me."
"Yeah, I can see where you're coming from," Thea said. "Does he ever lose his voice going on those rants about Spider-Man? It's just the same thing over and over again, Spider-Man is a threat, Spider-Man is a menace, Spider-Man is responsible for the failing standards of the American educational system!"
Peter smiled at Thea. It was refreshing to always hear someone go off on Jameson.
"But, you….you walked in on me at a bad time, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't say it to anyone," Thea said.
"It's nothing to be ashamed about," Peter said.
"Yeah, I know it's nothing, to be ashamed about," Thea said. "But, at the same time, you know how the tabloids are. They jump on everything. I can just see the headlines no. Queen Heiress is caught diddling herself, disgraced by public masturbation. She's a shameless slut who can't keep her panties on for one night."
Peter sighed. Of course they would go down that road. That's what the tabloids existed to do. TMZ was the cancer of journalism, hell even Jameson thought they were trash. One of the few things Peter and the jolly giant of journalism agreed on.
"So, I'd appreciate if you didn't mention this."
Peter was about ready to say he wouldn't. Thea lifted up a finger and pressed it on Peter's lips to silence him. There was a moment where the two of them looked at each other.
"And you ripped your pants," Thea said.
"Really, that's noticeable?" Peter asked.
Thea nodded and motioned for Peter to follow her. They walked across the hallway into a private suite. Thea made sure to lock the door behind her. She looked around, and plugged something into the wall.
"A friend of mine developed a program to disable all security cameras for an hour," Thea said. "Trust me, I don't want what we're going to do to end up online tomorrow."
Peter wondered what Thea was talking about. She invited him to sit down on the couch.
"Let's get you out of those ripped pants," Thea said. "And I'll find a way to mend them, if I can."
Thea pulled the pants and saw his boxer shorts. She locked eyes onto the tent which was slowly growing to them. The Queen Heiress would have been lining if she hadn't been licking her lips.
"Are you sure you ripped your pants when going through the fire escape?" she asked. "Because, you know there could be other options."
Thea leaned closer towards him, hand wrapped around his bulge. She leaned and kissed him on the lips. They pulled away from each other after a brief, but passionate kiss.
"I haven't finished getting off," Thea said. "And since you walked in on me, it's only the honorable thing to help me get off, wouldn't you say?"
Thea leaned closer towards him and straddled his lap. She pealed his boxer shorts off and revealed his throbbing cock which stuck up into the air.
"I think I have to taste this first," Thea said. "To see if it's right to me….you know, I don't let just every random guy who crawls up a fire escape fuck me."
Thea took her hand down the base of Peter's cock and slid down with her mouth. Peter could not believe a billionaire heiress wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked him. All Peter could do was sit back and enjoy the ride, and the ride involved her mouth wrapped around his cock.
It was one of the best blowjobs he ever had, and he could see the sexual frustration bouncing in Thea's eyes. She took him deep into her mouth and sucked on him. She pulled out to lick fully around Peter before shoving the length back into her mouth.
"Damn, you're good," Peter said.
"Only for the best," Thea said. She followed up her words by firmly squeezing Peter's balls. "And you are the best cock I've ever had in my mouth. If I would have know you were hiding this, I would have let you in sooner….and you would have gotten the VIP treatment."
Thea pushed her lips around Peter's hard cock and sucked him hard. Peter held the back of her head and guided his mammoth member into her mouth.
She released him when he was to the edge. Thea squeezed the base of his cock and kissed him on the tip. She left a light lipstick mark on his cock and smiled.
"I wouldn't want you to waste your cum already."
Thea shifted Peter's back out of the way and looked at it suddenly.
"Interesting, do you always walk around with a Spider-Man costume in your bag?" Thea asked.
"I'm…..well, I cosplay as him sometimes," Peter said.
Thea raised her eyebrow and shook her head. She didn't quite buy that story, given you would have to have some incredible agility, almost like a spider to get there. Still, she would play his game.
"Right, well, I support everything Spider-Man does," Thea said. "I wonder what he's like underneath that mask of his? I wonder if he's as handsome as you are?"
She pumped his cock and continued to talk straight into his head. Every now and then, Thea's tongue petted Peter's cock slit.
"I have dreams about him, swinging into my bedroom window, taking me in my bed, making me feel good," Thea said. She continued to pump and lick Peter. "And there are sometimes where he saves me, and I thank him, by wrapping my pussy against his cock. I imagine it to be about as big as yours."
Peter groaned when feeling Thea pumping up and down on him.
"I want that big cock in that pussy," Thea said.
"Mine or his," Peter said.
"Well, consider, he's not here," Thea said. She looked up at him with a smile and not so subtle wink. "I'm going to have to settle for your nice, big cock shoved into my tight pussy. It's not been fucked for a long time, but now it's your time to end the drought."
Thea pulled herself up, and hiked her dress up further. She pulled her panties completely off. Peter got a nice glimpse of her wet pussy. She climbed on top of Peter's cock and lowered her pussy down onto him. The first few inches of his cock pushed inside of her dripping slit.
"Yes, that's going to do nicely!"
The sensation of her stocking clad thighs hooked around his hips made Peter roll his head back. He watched when Thea drove her tight pussy down onto him. His cock throbbed when entering a prime sheath of flesh. All he could do was grab her body, and run his hands over her bare ass.
Thea shoved her pussy down onto his cock. She bounced higher and higher. The billionaire heiress could feel her body shaking underneath Peter's throbbing hard member. Every time he touched the insides of her, more pleasure hit her body. It was just a fever pitch.
"I love riding a big cock," Thea said. "And you're amazing….fuck me….Sp….Peter!"
Her slip of the tongue was not missed. Still, Peter decided to play the game. He had a wet and willing pussy ready to drive itself down onto his rod. She stretched over the top of him and drove down onto Peter's massive rod. Her wet vice drilled down onto him.
"I'm going to make you remember my name is Peter Parker," Peter said. "Do you want my cock?"
"Yes, oh, God, yes!" Thea yelled.
Her screams had been punctuated by an amazing orgasm. Peter slowly pulled her dress down and saw Thea was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were not large, but they were a nice handful, with tanned nipples were erect. Peter squeezed the mounds and suckled on Thea.
Thea was going to lose her mind. Just to think, the only pleasure tonight she thought she might get was going to be from her own fingers. Now, she received a big cock pressed in between her thighs. She clenched Peter and released him with a few steady drops.
"Suck them, make me cum!" Thea breathed.
She soaked Peter's cock. His manhood pushed further inside of her gripping pussy. Thea rode herself over to another orgasm before deciding to switch the play a little bit. She wasn't done riding his cock, not until she had a load of cum inside of her body, and hopefully a few more orgasms.
An emptiness surrounded Peter's cock. He watched with Thea walking over to the edge of a counter and she pushed her hands against the counter. Peter saw Thea's tantalizing ass.
"Come over here, and fucked my spoiled rich cunt!" Thea called to him.
Did Peter need any more of an invitation than that? No, he didn't. He moved closer towards Thea and edged himself closer towards her. Her wet pussy was inches away from taking Peter inside of it. Peter moved closer and then, with one more fluid push, shoved himself inside of her.
Thea held onto the edge of the counter and received the good hard pounding she thought she deserved for a very long time. Her wet walls closed around Peter and pumped him. It was so good, so much better than her fingers. Peter got all of those pleasure spots which drove her completely nuts.
"I'm glad you caught me!" Thea yelled. "Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to do this!"
Thea's eyes closed shot and she just enjoyed the rush. Peter's fingers danced all over her body. He really brought pleasure cascading through her body.
Heat surrounded Peter's engorged rod. He picked up a steadier pace and plowed Thea something fierce from behind. He held onto the woman and kept drilling his rod inside of her. His balls slapped against Thea's warm pussy. She took him inside of her and then released him.
"Believe me, I'm glad to take that wrong turn as well," Peter said. "I'm going to lose it…you're so hot, I'm going to lose it."
"Oh, yes," Thea breathed. "You are going to lose it….you're going to shoot your webbing inside of me!"
Given she was around people who had lame excuses when trying to lie, Thea saw right through the façade. She just hit the jackpot, so to speak.
Peter didn't really reprimand her this time. Warm, wet, pussy invited him inside. Thea's, Thea's tight body. Her dress cost more money than what Peter would make from Jameson in his entire life time, and yet Peter was fucking her. This was great!
Thea closed her eyes. She could feel the pleasure cascading on through her body. Her inner thigh muscles pinched Peter and drew his rod inside of her.
"Yes, lose it!" Thea yelled. "Lose yourself in me."
Her warm body and tight pussy proved to be the lynchpin for Peter. He held on for as long as he could, but every single man had his weakness, and Thea proved to have found his. She milked him with one more orgasm, and that proved to be all she wrote for Peter.
The first blast of Peter's cum made Thea clench down onto him even harder. Peter held onto her and buried his seed into her pussy. There was so much seed, the new seed was pushing the other out. She enjoyed the sticky mess Peter was making inside of her.
Her legs almost collapsed out from underneath each other. Peter grabbed her waist and pulled her back up. He pulled out of Thea after finishing it.
The two of them turned around, and Thea grabbed Peter for a sexually aggressive kiss. Her fingers dug into the side of Peter's face when kissing him very hard. The two pulled away from each other.
"We better get dressed, or we'll never get out of there," Thea said.
Thea moved over and moved towards the wardrobe. She pulled out a pair of pants to replace the one's Peter ripped through the fire escape.
"These should fit you," Thea said. "Not really any time to do any sewing, and I'd like to avoid it if I can."
Thea rummaged through her bag and pulled out something, before slapping it into Peter's hand. Peter looked and saw a press pass in his hand. And with the press pass, there was a key in his hand.
"That's for my private motel room, after tonight's over," Thea said. "Don't think I'm done with you. We're just taking a little break."
She was giving him a visual-eye fuck after he finished actually fucking her. Peter figured they weren't done.
"Yeah, I figured as much," Peter said.
"And we better hurry, if you want a picture of my brother doing something embarrassing for charity," Thea said.
Peter laughed and he got dressed. Well, things did work out well tonight after all.
End.