He hooked his arm under her leg, pulling it up to bend at the knee as he leaned over her body. Her exposed pussy stretched and opened up for him as he straddled her other leg below while she lay sideways. His cock was already iron hard and aiming for her blazing furnace. His other hand groped her seductive asscheek, caressed it softly, and then…
Smack!
Instead of quickly pushing in, Tony indulged his impulsive thought and smacks her ass with his other hand, the crack resounding loud.
"Ah!" Natalie yelped, shocked and even more embarrassed. Her side profile clearly showing it on her face.
Tony chuckled and started to push in, the tip just barely pressing inside.
Natalie felt a slight burn as his cock stretched her further, letting out a long mewling melody as he slipped inside of her, shoving in inch by inch until finally, his hips were right between her legs.
"You feel amazing," he groaned. The flesh of her thigh weighed down on his cock, milking him to its fullest. It was so tight and constricting he felt like bursting that very moment his cockhead was caught inside.
He pulled out and shoved back in with deliberate slowness, relishing the tight sensation of her sideways-laying body.
Natalie shivered and squirmed, the slow movements teasing her senses as her body craved for something harder, faster, stronger, pumping into her until she reached that blissful feeling. Her ass moved on instinctively, grinding on his throbbing cock, begging for more.
Tony smiled sinfully, knowing why she was squirming. He allowed her lifted leg to rest on his arm as the hand under her knee moved up between her legs, catching hold of her breasts. Her flexible legs widened for him, kneading him harder with every throb. His hips started thrusting while his hand tugged on her nipple.
"Ah ah ahh…" Lewd voices came out of Natalie's mouth as Tony moved faster.
As if he were a man starved, he fucked into her building rhythm and lost his composure with every thrust. He was engulfed by the heat of her pussy, its milking walls, and tight silky wetness; A groan spilled from his lips as he started to sweat from the vigorous thrusts.
It was enough for Tony to plunge into total madness, enough for him to surrender himself completely. His cock went deep inside, colliding with her inner walls until her body jolted again and again.
"Huh… Huh…" Tony gasped, pumping his need into her dribbling sex like a madman. On the edge, he felt he'd spill any time. "I… I'm about to…"
"Whatever you want…Oooh~" Natalie cooed, reminding Tony that everything was in his control. Whatever he wanted, he could have. As long as he wanted it, she would willingly give it to him.
His body shuddered at the thought, his control breaking. Tony finally found that sweet release of liberation, flooding himself into her, leaking waves and waves, strings of his seed until he felt it coat his own length deep in her hot slimy walls. His molten juices intermingled with hers, dripping out from the sides of her lower lips.
Tony took a deep, growling breath as the last shivers ran their course, letting go and falling to the bed behind her body. He panted and wiped the sweat off his face, a wide smile on his lips.
Natalie turned over and rested her head on his shoulder, laying side by side, her fingers caressing his heaving belly.
"What are these?" Natalie caressed her fingers over the dark veins originating from the arc reactor and spreading everywhere.
Tony was still panting, catching his breath. He reckoned he might have just lost one more day for this one-night stand. But it felt worth it. "Nothing… this is normal. I should get downstairs now to cut the cake at least."
Clearly not comfortable in sharing his dying secret, he rolled off the bed and grabbed his clothes, quickly donning them. "I'll be heading to New York tomorrow. Will you be joining?"
"I…" Natasha moaned a little, squeezing her legs together, still very tired, still very much hot from his spill between them. "I don't think I can, Mr. Stark."
"Hm… It's alright." A hint of disappointment, but he didn't care and donned his suit. "You can take your time. Use my shower."
Natalie nodded, still lying on the bed and staring at the darkness of the ocean outside. What she did was very much her own decision, and it was a highly pleasurable experience. Tony Stark wasn't a bad lover, she felt.
But what she did wasn't a part of her job, nor something Fury had asked her to do. She still did it in the hopes of forming a stronger connection with the future President.
Just a little more… Yelena.
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Would Tony have helped if she had just asked him directly to save her sister? Most likely he would have. But he couldn't have possibly known the true reason why Natalie so willingly shared a bed with him.
He loved it, one of his favorite experiences. But now he was certain Natalie wasn't some newly hired assistant, transferred to him from the legal department. There was a bigger mystery behind it and he had already ordered Jarvis to look into it.
"Happy Birthday!"
Loud music, a lot of drinks, too many gorgeous women, a swimming pool, and plenty of dancing. Tony cut the cake and had a very ordinary party that night. Although he did wear his Iron Man suit and danced around, giving the hottest of girls there a very short flying experience.
But he didn't get drunk that night or misbehave. Pepper was very happy, and Rhodey still cried about ending the party and ruining his mood.
"Come on, it's a normal party. Grab a drink and stop being a party pooper." Tony handed him a beer and continued to enjoy the night.
It was a long night that slowly died out as most guests dropped drunk and got carried away home. Some lucky ones had their one-night stands in some of the rooms of the massive house, while the sober ones left much earlier.
As for Tony, he ate, drank, got sobered, drank again, ate, and then got on his flight to New York right away. A six-hour-long flight was enough for him to sleep and get ready for the charity kitchen event.
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It was morning in New York City. Tony, with his portable suit, and his ten Iron Guardians in the sky providing him protection, arrived at the charity kitchen location. It was held by an organization by the name of FEAST.
He had tried to keep his visit under wraps, only letting a few hand-picked journalists and camera crews know about it. But still, the crowd was massive as the homeless and needy flocked to see him when he reached there.
"I'll make things better."
"Trust me."
"I'm with you."
He shook hands and handed out assurances like most politicians. Only his were packed by wealth, mind, and desire. It took him an hour to settle down with the massive crowd and enter the building's huge open indoor space.
"Mr. Stark, thank you for coming. I'm the project manager for today's event here."
Tony shook the woman's hand, a middle-aged modern lady, brown-haired, shapely, and beautiful with a mature air to her. "Thanks for the help, Ms…"
"Oh! May… I mean, Maybelle Parker, but you can call me May, Mr. Stark." May flustered, never having met a massive celebrity like Tony in person. She reminded herself to calm down again and again in her heart. "This way, please… Will you participate in the serving?"
"Of course," Tony replied and followed May. His glasses already showed him details about her, finally finding a woman who seemed normal without any ulterior motives. But are you sure she's in her late forties? She… doesn't look like that at all.
Tony noted her curves in that loose top and tight blue jeans. He'd be blind to not see it. I'm liking this New York trip already.
"Here, Mr. Stark." May helped Tony with everything, showing him where to go, giving him an apron, and teaching him how to pour food with the big ladle. "It's easy, isn't it?"
Tony nodded and focused on the homeless and the needy who came his way in an orderly line. His duty was to pour the thick meat stew. It was his money, so all the food was high quality. Burgers, fries, chicken, traditional bread and stew and so much more were there.
An hour passed, and he began to grow tired. But just then Jarvis notified him of a special guest. "Sir, the imposter Amanda is queueing… five turns away from you in the queue."
Here? Tony frowned but calmed down quickly afterwards. He waited, and soon enough the beautiful, tall, perfect blonde came into his view. She was in some expensive clothing as if she was at a party—a long, drapey pale blue one-piece dress, one leg visible with the cut from the one side on the waist.
"A surprise seeing you here." Tony smiled as she reached him, in her hand a plate for food.
Amanda sultrily smirked. "You were too good, so I had to come and visit when I heard you were in town."
What does she want?
"Are you free after this? I want to show you something," Amanda asked, taking the stew in the small bowl.
Tony looked at his watch and grunted. "Would have loved to, but I'm headed back after this."
"Too bad…" Amanda genuinely seemed dejected.
Tony wanted to bring her to his home turf, however. "If you find time, why don't you visit me at my Malibu mansion?"
"That sounds lovely." She secretly, softly licked her lips and stepped away. "I'll see you later then, Mr. Stark."
However, just as Amanda left, Tony gave the ladle to another man and stepped away from the serving area. He quickly ordered Jarvis to buy him a few things.
I already know where this is heading. Jarvis, go ahead and order me a pair of handcuffs and a few other restraints, maybe steel chains."
Jarvis didn't speak and just acknowledged with a beep sound as someone approached Tony.
"Mr. Stark…"
Tony came out of the stupor and looked behind at May, approaching him. Her husband must be one happy man.
"Yup."
A little embarrassed, May gestured towards her back. "I… If you don't mind, I have someone who wants to meet you. He's your fan and wants a picture with you. It's alright if it's too mu—"
"I don't mind at all." Tony interrupted her.
Delighted, May looked back and shouted at a corner. "Peter…!"
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