Helena Bertinelli stepped into the side door of Roulette's club looking dressed to entice. She dressed in a hip hugging red dress which formed a tight seal out of every one of her bountiful curves. Her braless tits practically spilled out of the dress as she moved, with deep cleavage visible to anyone who looked. The only thing she wore underneath the dress was a skimpy purple G-String. Thigh high "fuck me" boots topped off the outfit. Helena's lips coated with some purple lipstick and she painted her nails. The woman turned more than a few heads.
She had to get in as part of this undercover mission to see what Roulette's latest scheme was. The gossip on the street pointed to her running a fight club, with mutants being the star attraction. Mutants who had run after the Mutant Registration Act had been put on them, had very few options. They signed up to be a part of Roulette's fight club, or so the innuendo on the street went.
Helena charmed her way past the security guard and into the entrance. She moved her way up a set of stairs towards where she thought the control room was.
'So far, so good.'
The woman broke out into a smile and then heard footsteps coming. She braced herself for trouble. Helena did not need to fight. The outfit she wore served as enough of a distraction to some red-blooded men and some women.
Someone crept into the shadows. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years of age, old enough where Helena felt zero guilt in checking him out and seeing how he was. He had something in his hand, a camera. He might have been taking pictures.
Helena stepped across the hallway towards him.
"Hey, kid."
The young man turned around and almost stepped back. He stopped for a moment to look at Helena who stood in front of him with a very calculating smile on her face.
"Um, hey," he said. "I'm lost on the way to the bathroom….I don't suppose you know…."
"What's the deal with the camera?" she asked. "Didn't you read the sign out on the fight club door? It said no cameras were allowed."
Helena admitted this boy, no this young man, was very clever in sneaking a camera past Roulette's security. Then again, she wondered if he got in through a conventional way. One look at his ragged clothes with a few smudges of dirt on his face showed he did not get here the easy way.
"I'm…I can explain."
"Well, you don't have to worry about explaining to me. I'm not security. I don't even work here. A friend of mine went missing three days ago after visiting this club. I'm seeing if anyone knows anything."
It was a half-truth at best, but Helena needed to establish there was a reason why she was here.
"Oh, well…hope you find your friend," he said.
"Hang on," Helena said. "Maybe you saw something. What's your name anyway?"
"Peter," he said. "Peter Parker."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Peter," Helena said. "My name is Helena. And I was wondering if you could let me have a look at that camera."
Peter tensed up. She claimed not to have worked for Roulette. Still, Peter had been very reluctant to part with the camera. He was supposed to get these pictures back to Jameson who would have his head. He would have the story of the century.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Peter said.
Helena put her hand on Peter's shoulder and started to rub it. Peter had to lean back to avoid her breasts smacking him into the face. One of them almost popped out of the top.
"You can tell me," Helena said. "I'll let you have it back. Please, let me see your camera."
The hands of the former mob princess rolled over Peter when she backed him against the wall. A hint of an enticing floral aroma coming from her perfume made Peter dazed. A part of him wondered if she wore any panties. Helena most certainly was not wearing a bra either.
"I'll make it worth your while if you let me see that camera," Helena said. "I'll show you something I know you'll like if you let me take a look at that camera."
Helena moved Peter back into a side room. It functioned as some kind of utility room. The young man looked at Helena who pulled her dress down and showed her gorgeous tits. Peter almost had been struck numb with how beautiful and firm they looked. This Italian beauty smiled when reaching her hand and pulling on her nipple.
"You want to touch them too?" Helena asked. "I'll let you touch them too."
She was desperate to get that camera. It would attract too much attention to just yank the damn thing away from him. Helena picked up Peter's hand. Peter dropped them onto her right breast and squeezed it. Helena closed her eyes and gave a moan.
"I want to kiss you," Peter said.
"Do it," Helena demanded.
Helena tried to reaffirm her control. Peter grabbed the back of her head and gave her a kiss. He kissed very nicely as well. Helena closed her eyes and enjoyed his tongue going into her mouth. He caressed her breasts while kissing her lips.
Peter tried not to let this woman dominate him. Just in case she got ahold of that camera somehow. He needed to distract her somehow. A naughty thought entered Peter's mind and made his pants somewhat tighter.
"I'll let you have a look at the camera under one condition."
She almost forgot about the camera after being lost in that deep kiss. Helena pulled back to them with her eyes shadowed over. Her heart raced even faster when looking back at the handsome young man in front of her. Her moist lips puckered together and released themselves.
"Name it," Helena said.
"Suck my dick."
Peter been surprised at his own daring, and almost expected this to be a step too far. The dark-haired woman stood in front of him, eyes wide, and mouth opened. She reached towards him to undo his pants and pull them down over his ankle.
Regardless, he braced himself because he half-expected her to strike him where it counted and make off with the camera. Peter felt her soft hands roll over his stomach and then to his boxer shorts which pulled them down past his ankles. His cock, restrained in its confinement, popped out.
Helena almost staggered back at his cock smacking her in the face. She looked at the cock and had no idea he was packing such an impressive piece of equipment. Helena wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and stroked it until it was hard.
"I love your cock," Helena said. "And I love sucking on big cocks. And you know what the only thing I love more than sucking on a big cock?"
"What?" Peter groaned.
Helena planted a long kiss on the tip of Peter's swollen head and pulled back. She left a purple lipstick mark where she landed. "Riding them. Fucking them! Having them jammed so deep inside me that I feel them for days."
First, she had to suck this big cock. Helena descended down onto the fold concrete floor. Her mouth opened up and took his cock inside of her mouth. The rigid member pushed deep inside. The woman's moist lips formed a vacuum seal around his mouth.
Peter grabbed the back of the mouth of this sexy older woman and started to drive his cock deep inside of her mouth. She looked up at him with anticipation the deeper this mighty rod speared down into her throat. Peter grabbed Helena's head and sank his huge cock inside of her warm and waiting mouth. Her lips closed down onto him the deeper Peter pushed his rock-hard cock into her mouth.
Helena moaned in appreciation. She almost forgot about the camera. Helena could suck on his cock all day. It pumped into the back of her throat and almost made her gag. This made Helena's nipples painfully erect and soaked her G-String. Helena slid her hand underneath her leg and pushed her fingers deep inside.
"Damn, close!" Peter groaned.
A very long and steadied assault on his cock made Peter's balls ache as much as humanly possible. He twitched when almost driving his cock deep inside of Helena's mouth. Helena opened her throat up just in time to receive a heavy pounding in the back of her throat.
Helena popped his cock out, swirled her tongue around it, and popped his cock back into her mouth again. She deep-throated him without any shame whatsoever. Her lipstick and salvia smeared over the rock-hard manhood shoving deep into her mouth.
"OOOH!" Peter grimaced.
He fired his load inside of Helena's waiting mouth. The warm and savory cum shot deep into Helena's throat. She tilted back and accepted the rush of cream shooting in the back of her throat.
Helena pulled herself up and pulled down her dress the rest of the way. Peter caught a sight of her lips on the other end of the fabric. Her G-String came down to reveal Helena's pussy, damp. She approached him and wrapped one leg around his hip. Those boots made her look very alluring and she wore nothing other than them.
"I just want to make sure you're not going to go back on your promise to give me to have me look at that camera," Helena said. "I think we need a little bit extra incentive."
Helena wrapped her legs around Peter who pressed himself against the wall. The dark-haired temptress lined herself up with him. She rose up and dropped down to fill herself with his hard cock.
"Helena, damn!" Peter groaned.
She was so tight Peter almost could have collapsed to the floor. Helena's wet pussy grabbed onto him and shoved almost all the way down onto his rigid rod. She rose up and dropped down onto him with repeated attempts to engulf his hard rod into her tight body.
Helena closed her eyes and enjoyed him rammed deep inside of her. Her toes curled inside of her boots. Helena shifted so his hands could reach her lower back. He leaned down and nibbled on her sensitive nipples. Helena grabbed the side of his neck and left her mark by scratching down onto it.
She worked him, worked his hard and stiff rod inside of her body. Helena threw herself up and down on the massive rod beneath her. Helena bit down on her lip just enough to take the huge cock inside of her smoldering depths. She groaned when feeling his hard cock go in and out of her.
"Oh, baby, that's good," Helena said. "I'm going to enjoy fucking your big cock until it cums! Don't you want to cum in my nice tight pussy?"
Peter would have loved to. He knew it was too soon. Until he had Helena begging for his cum and his cock, Peter resolved to hold back. He pushed his fingers against her. They danced up the body of the woman. Those soft whimpering moans encouraged Peter to persist.
The crime-fighter and former mafia princess dropped herself down on the hard pole of the young man in front of her. Their thighs slapped together with Peter reaching behind her and guiding her pussy down on his cock. She threw herself back down onto him with a very soft and savory moan.
"Fuck!" Helena yelled at the top of her lungs. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me hard!"
"As you wish," Peter groaned.
He steadied his pace and drove his huge cock deep inside Helena. Her wet walls contracted and milked his thrusts. Peter's cock hardened the further he pushed inside of her.
The dark-haired beauty rode her stallion. Her toes continued to curl up in her boots. She took a deep breath when rising and dropping down onto him. Her pussy received a nice stretching as it demanded. He paid attention to every part of her body.
They both reached a peak. Helena had been shoved over the edge first. Her wet pussy clamped down on Peter. She pressed against him and milked Peter's rod all the way to the edge.
Peter grabbed onto her hips and shoved his cock into her body. They both came together. Peter shot his cream into Helena's willing pussy! He drilled her as hard as possible. His balls unleashed a very prominent flood of sticky fluids inside of her body.
Helena dripped after having Peter cum inside of her. The photographer finished driving his hard cock inside of her body and released it from her.
"So, about those pictures?"
"Meet me at this address," Helena said.
She found her crumpled up dress and gave a smile.
"We'll look them over there."
The seductive look on Helena's face made Peter realize that looking at some pictures were not the only thing that they intended to do.
Helena made sure she was out of earshot of him. The security guards thankfully did not hear the ruckus, which Helena chalked up as some good luck on her part.
"Canary, meet me over at the Suite."
Black Canary's voice came over the earpiece. "Did you find something?"
"Oh, trust me, I found something big," Helena said. "Just meet me at the usual place."
End.