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While riding on the school bus, I kept thinking tiredly about my situation. Of course, a limitless libido with endless cum in his balls could be any guy's dream. Except... Does anything in life come without a price? Yeah, I believe, like a sincere orthodox Buddhist Protestant in Allah made of macaroni.
I doubt very much that constant frustration and boners are the price. How much of my body's resources go into producing seminal fluid? Where do they come from, since my appetite has remained at the same level. Could my muscles be degenerating? Or is there a gradual collapse of organs? Maybe even a stagnation of brain activity?
Anything's possible. Plus in the early stages, it's easy to spot. You'd have to get tested. But where's the money? Ask your aunt and uncle? First of all, what reason would I give? I come too much? I doubt they'll take it seriously. Secondly, they've had enough hospital bills since the Connors incident.
- Hey, what's wrong with your legs lately? - two cheerleaders walked onto the bus at one of the stops. - You've been getting them all week.
- It's nothing, it's just. - one of whom I knew intimately. - Ligament pain.
Poking her friend in the shoulder, Allen hurried to sit behind me, about two rows behind me. She was in such a hurry that she didn't notice MJ, who was also sitting two rows from me, but already in front.
'Please take pity on me this week. I don't have a hole on my body that doesn't hurt.' - It's hard to understand why Allen is suddenly framing the sentence as a request. Because I don't remember us having non-consensual sex. So if you're asking for that, why attach a naked photo of yourself on the bed?
- And who's writing to us? - Since I've become more gloomy, and I prefer the term moody, I've been less likely to be pestered. Direct correlation between pleasure and response, all that stuff. So my new life has relaxed me..... - Wow and a picture, from one Sook.....
Realising that Betty had already seen everything on the screen of the phone she'd snatched out of my hand. All I had to do was sigh and hold out my hand.
- Finished? - the brunette with the brown hair flicked through our chat with Allen. Funny to see her, I thought she'd dropped out of school.
- What's that? Petey? - Handing the phone back to me, with rosy cheeks, Brant averted her brown eyes.
- Role-playing. Me and a stranger, most likely a stranger, texting each other like this. - Coming up with a lie on the fly.
- Yeah, you should get a girlfriend. - Betty's reaction made it hard to tell if she believed me or just pretended to. - I can help you with that, by the way.
Betty snuggled up to me, putting her hand on my shoulder, dusting herself off. Her eyes sparkled and a flirtatious smile appeared on her lips. That look, because of my position, made me huff. And yes, purely because of my position, for what she wants.....
- You're fully recovered, aren't you? Back to being my strong and powerful man again, right? - It's... - There's another shortage of photographers in Bjugal and--
Put me to work.
.....
And since I needed the money, I agreed. By twisting Betty's balls a little... labia? Nipples? Anyway, I agreed to pay full price for the intern. The difference was two and a half times. And for that difference, Jonah Jameson had me professionally fucked. Making me go from one part of New York to another. Once sent me to a neighbouring state because I was 'close by'.
Once I lived to be a Sunday, I was assigned to Eddie Brock, a seemingly nice but arrogant guy, and sent to the mayor's reception and told not to come back without dirt, even if we had to create it ourselves.
- Oh, Tony. - I was lucky enough to hear moaning in the back room. With my camera ready, I waited for the skeleton to come out of the wardrobe.
- You were great, I'll never forget.
*♪ Silk ♪
One photo of Tony Stark coming out of the back room with his trousers down. The woman hiding her breasts in the background goes with it.
- Haa. A thousand quid is enough? - Putting one hand on his forehead, the other Mr, as when I called him, Stark was holding up his trousers.
.....
- Pepper, we got a situation, figure it out, okay? - Stark eventually led me to a separate room where he handed me over to a girl with short brownish-pinkish hair.
- Situation? - With irritation, the assistant looked at her superior. - Wait? Where are you going? At least explain what the situation is?
Pointing two fingers up at her and smiling, Tony took a quick step away. Miss Potts reacted so violently that she spilled champagne on her purple evening gown.
- Well, as usual... - Pepper looked at Stark's back and said in a voice that made me realise she could understand my feelings for John Jameson. - Okay, so who are you-. - Without finishing the question, Pepper stared intently into my face. Even put her fingers to her chin in thought. Though there's no way she's-. - Exactly! You attended Stark Industries on a scholarship programme. What's your name? Peter... Peter. Peter Parker, right?
- Wow, you remember? - I didn't see that one coming.
- It's not every time someone has a conversation with To-Mr Stark about his inventions. Ha-ha-ha, if you knew, young man, he spent a week working to test your theory. - wasted his time, for sure. Funny how Miss Potts' face turns when she talks about Stark. One minute he's annoying, the next he's smiling happily. - Anyway, I'm glad you're not journ-
Before Miss Potts could finish, I showed her a camera with a picture of Stark walking away from a woman.
- Fucking hell, Tony, one of these days, I'm gonna strangle you for sure. - Miss Potts covered her face with her hands. Then she let out a ragged sigh that spoke of more than professional irritation. I guess I was wrong. I don't feel that way about Jameson.
.....
Walking up from the banquet hall to the hotel room. Apparently, to spite Stark, Miss Potts had taken the presidential suite. We agreed on $20,000. But then my eye noticed something.
- Huh? I decline. - As Miss Potts was draining a bottle of expensive champagne, I pushed the cheque away.
- What?! Why? The sum is more than generous. Believe me, you should take it while we're on friendly terms. - Oh-ho-ho, threats? Then maybe there's something else I shouldn't ignore.
- You know, Miss Potts, I noticed something in the photo. Take a closer look. - it took the middle-aged woman about a minute to realise what I was talking about. And as soon as she noticed it, the irritation flickered back into her pretty face. - Since she's married, I should find out how much she'll offer for this photo.
- You can be so full of shit, you know that? - When I was already at the exit door, instead of raising the offer, Miss Potts uttered a warning.
- You know, you're right, I'll settle for twenty. - my answer genuinely surprised Pepper. - But on one condition.
I locked the door with the lock and chain. Then I threw off my jacket and started to get rid of my tie.
- What are you doing?! - When I approached Pepper, I grabbed her buttock, which was poorly concealed by her tight skirt.
- Don't do that. - I stopped her hand from flying. - I'm not going to rape you. If you don't like it, just say no and we'll go our separate ways.
- Of course I don't like it.
- Although it would reflect badly on your boss. Sure, you can try and bribe Jameson, but for all his nasty nature, he's more hungry for stories than money.
- What, you think Tony's gonna care about a scandal like this? He does.
- And you, Miss Potts, won't care after you've failed to negotiate. - I let Pepper go and sat down on the chair. - Am I suggesting something wrong, bad, forbidden?
- Don't you get it? - somewhat discouraged by my actions, Pepper continued to hold the position she was in during my touching.
- I want you, Pepper. - Looking the woman straight in the eye, I said.
- Are you even eighteen to make such a suggestion? - She was still surprised by my words, of course, the alcohol was doing its job.
- Yes, I am. I propose a simple night of passion without commitment, which will allow us both to relax.
- Relax? Me? Do I look like a woman unfamiliar with that term?
- You haven't had a man in a long time. - Pepper looked away, making no comment on my words. - While Stark fucks with what frequency? Once a month? A week?
- More like a day.... - Pepper said, hugging my arm. Unrequited love, whether you're eighteen or thirty.
I got up from the chair and came close to Pepper, leaning her towards the bed, putting my arm around her waist. My hand didn't move lower, and my lips didn't try to kiss her; I showed all my desire with my gaze.
- Boy, do you even know how to do that? - With a smile, Miss Potts gave me her consent. - А?!
With a surprised cry, Pepper flew onto the bed. As I followed, nearly tearing my shirt, I was already hovering over her, putting her delicate face in my palm.
- You know, I'm not a schoolgirl on whom the sparkle of pressure can make an impression-Hi?! - The smug look changed to one of surprise as I began to tear her dress off. - Do you know how much he-Ah!...!
Not wanting to listen to Miss Potts' irritated voice any longer, I sank my lips into her breasts. Apparently, she was wearing a dress that didn't come with a bra. But more importantly, behind all the screen of arrogance, her body, unlike her face, hid her desires with great difficulty. At least her nipples.
- Mm-hmm.
And her pussy was more honest, quickly wetting my fingers. Realising the fragility of the woman, after a long break. I took my time getting inside, concentrating more on the outside of her lips.
- А!.. Ahhhh... Mnhmmm!
Occasionally, I let my thumb get close to the clitoris. By applying a little pressure, the response I got was beyond any expectation.
- Mhmmm! Aaaaaaaaah!
Feeling Miss Potts' pussy grow hotter and hotter, and my breasts quivering for air, I finally penetrated her with my fingers. Which was immediately pushed back by a powerful jet.
- Haaaa... Haaaa... Haaaa. - after her orgasm, Pepper lay breathing heavily with her hand over her eyes.
- So, I think I know something, huh? - I said with a smile, looking at Miss Potts' still trembling pussy.
Gritting my teeth. Miss Potts turned on her stomach. She got on all fours, put her hand to her hips, and in a time-wasting manner, removed her knickers, leaving her in her gold high-heeled shoes.
- Let's just get this over with. - and why do the girls I sleep with today act like I'm forcing them to do something?
Not agreeing with these accusations. I put my cock in Pepper's wet pussy. I pressed it gently, parting her lips. Then I began to move it up and down.
- Mnhmmm.
Clearly hungry for cock, her hot vagina oozed and enveloped my head, inviting me in with all her might. I pushed in a little more, inserting the head.
- Ah!...
Miss Potts' body shuddered. She was ready to take me all the way in, but-- From resentment at the implication of coercion. I was only moving my head inside Pepper. Of course, that couldn't bring me, or her, to climax.
- Mrgghmm! Mnhmmmmm! Ahh.
So, pissed off, Miss Potts thrust her hips back and swallowed my shaft whole, like a good bitch should.
- Mmm! Ahhhh! Mnhmm!...
For a while I let Miss Potts fuck me, her somewhat clumsy backwards hip thrusts. Maybe she was uncomfortable, maybe it had been too long since she'd had a man, or maybe she had little experience of this position.
- N-nnnnuuuuuuuu? Ah!
Waiting for Pepper to give me a look of desire rather than annoyance. I took hold of her hips, put her in the right place and--
- Mngh-haaah! Yes! Mnhmmm!
Fucked her like a dog fucks a bitch. Miss Potts realised her place without delay, putting her head down on the pillow and resting her knees more firmly on the bed.
- Mnnmmm!... God-god-god-god-god-god-god-god!...!
It didn't take long for Miss Potts to cum a second time. Enjoying the movement of her pussy, spasming, I stopped the motion.
- Haaaa... Fuuuuhhhh...
At the end, Pepper slid off my cock like a skewer. And turned on her back with a satisfied face. Without a second thought, I--
- You. Haaah. What?
Spread her legs.
- Ah... That's right. You haven't come yet.
Miss Potts bent down, grasped my cock firmly, as an experienced woman should, and began to gently finger it, gradually guiding it inside her.
- God! Fucking awesome.
And as I came all the way in, Pepper was completely oblivious to the pleasure, even allowing me to....
- Mmm!
Steal her attention-hungry lips. Kissing during sex is one of the best feelings. Although it doesn't compare to kissing while going down inside!
- Mnhmmmmmmm!
After cumming inside, I came hard on Pepper, leaning my cum-spewing cock almost against her labia. Miss Potts' eyes came together at one point, watching in shock at the oozing head and then....
- Amnnmmm!... - her sweet lips kissed it, forcing my cum straight into her mouth.
**That same evening. Tony Stark.
The event was coming to an end and I remembered that Pepper never reported the resolution of the paparazzi situation. Finding the presidential suite in my spending spree, a chuckle escaped my lips.
- So this is my revenge for working on my day off? - Pepper can be quite sweet sometimes, but it reminds me of the past. Of when we were teenagers.
.....
After knocking on her room, Pepper didn't answer for a suspiciously long time. Then she opened the door, but only halfway.
- Were you asleep? - and judging by her rapid breathing and red face, my knock not only woke her up, but also scared her.
- Y-yes. I did. It's late, can you figure it out for yourself? Or was it something out of line?
- Pepper, why is your first thought I'm in more trouble?
- Because you say 'more trouble.' Haa. So nothing? I can go back to-- Sleep? - Is Pepper impatient? Or just unhappy about working on her day off? I should probably get her something nice.
- Yes, of course. One last thing. - Pepper almost slammed the door in my face. Yeah, I guess there's a limit to everything. - Is the paparazzi situation resolved?
- What?' Pepper looked at me in surprise, but then she realised. - Oh. Yes, we've come to an understanding.
- Well, good then. Well, enjoy the rest of your night. - After waving good-bye, I headed back to my room. On the way, I thought of one odd thing - why does Pepper sleep in a man's shirt?
**Pepper Potts.
- Okay, then. All right, enjoy the rest of your night.
- Oh, I will. - came out in a whisper as I closed the door.
My legs were still shaking, so I had to rest my head against the door to catch my breath.
- Hey, are you aware of the cum dripping down your thigh? - came a smug voice from behind me. How's he got me...
- And I'm surprised...
- At what?
- That you didn't pick me up at the door. - Resting my palms on the door, I first put out, and then wiggled my arse, in front of Peter Parker, a smug guy that turns me on wildly....