After Action Report

Peter walked in on Natasha naked, lithe and tawny, her hair halfway down her back like red-gold flickers of flame, shimmering in the light of the setting sun as it led the way to the perfectly formed ass that even her skintight vinyl catsuit hadn’t prepared him for seeing. He could see a buttplug nestled between her sculpted cheeks, not obscene or distorting, but like some artistic flourish completing the spectacle. 

Craning her neck across her left shoulder, she smiled at him. “I need sex,” she said, with her customary blunt wickedness. “It’s a good way to come down from an assignment. And people with superpowers make the best fucks. So. You in?”

Peter, stunned speechless, made an indecipherable noise as he shut the door behind him. 

“Besides, you saved my life back there,” she continued, turning around to present him with an NC-17 rating. Her breasts, her red-haired cunt, her tautly muscled belly—he kept being surprised that something so perfect was breathing, not a statue or a painting. “I owe you. So you can put it anywhere. Anywhere.”

Her voice became so husky on the last word that it was like a physical caress, and Peter felt the throbbing in his prick become a straining hardness, tenting out the front of his jeans. She walked up to him, every move worthy of her beauty, not just erotic because of her perfect body in motion, but because of the grace in her movements and the predatory glint in her eyes.

She held up her hands as she came to him, not so much to indicate harmlessness, because he knew her way too well for that, but to show that her left hand was empty while her right hand was smeared with lubricant. Her zen for preplanning in action. With her left hand, she opened his fly and fished his erection out, then with her right she lubed it up. She continued the left-to-right motion, turning around to face away from him and display her sumptuous ass once more. Her left hand pulled out the buttplug, leaving her anus gaping open just enough for him to consider the possibilities. 

“You can put it right there,” she said, letting go of his lubricated prick, her fingers fluttering off of it, middle finger sliding off the tip of his cockhead before the touch was over. “Right in my asshole. And I don’t make offers like that to just anyone.”