Broad Meeting

Pepper Potts didn’t like leaving Tony to his Zoom meetings. In the old days, when he either blew off board meetings or made the effort to attend in person, she could be satisfied he was suitably corralled. With any laptop with a webcam allowing unfiltered Tony Stark to make its way out into the world, she had to worry about World War 3 starting in the stock market. So, getting a ping on her phone inviting her to a board meeting, she hurried to sit in on Tony in his workshop, hoping he was shaved or dressed or, hopefully, both.

When she found Tony, he looked relatively normal. He still dressed like a twelve-year-old in the eighties, with worn jeans and an Iron Maiden T-shirt, but he sat up straight at the table holding his laptop and looked at the presentation being put on by the Stark Industries VP of Sales like an attentive student at a lecture.

Then Pepper took a second look and realized Natasha, too, had seen the need to pacify Tony. In her cover as Natalie Rushman, executive assistant to the stars—or at least, that’s who Pepper assumed she was playing, as her hair was dyed blonde and she wore a long bodycon dress of softly clinging black fabric, laced with slender gold threads as radiant as her shortly cut hair. Not the kind of thing she could kick in.

She was kneeling under the table. Tony’s expression to the contrary, Pepper barely had to even try to feel the vibe of the scene to know that his attention was all on her. The online meeting was completely forgotten, with Tony’s pants bunched around his ankles. His huge, throbbing cock stood out from his saltpeter pubic hair like an iron bar. And Natasha sucked it, fucking her own face with it, doing it with a masturbatory zeal like she was getting off on impaling her throat on Tony’s member.

***

Natasha had already decided that Tony would be losing his internet connection very soon. If she didn’t make him cum before she gave herself a sore throat, she’d finish the job by bending herself over this table, knowing that her cunt would be enough to wear even him out. She’d gone into the wrong line of work. None of the spies she’d ever met boasted a cock that could match Tony’s—she could easily believe that everyone in the business was compensating for something—and there was something especially delicious about ‘cheating’ on the world of SHIELD and HYDRA with a man as obnoxiously public as Tony Stark.

Tony’s fingers curled in her short blonde hair. As she tirelessly racked her head up and down at his groin, he emphasized the motion with his hands, as if to underline his approval of what she was doing to him when his mouth had to remain carefully closed. But Natasha knew exactly what he was thinking. His grip alone told her everything she needed to know. Make me come, Natasha. My balls feel so swollen. Milk the cum right out of them—you know you’ll love how it tastes.

And she did. Natasha really, really did.

***

Tony was not an especially composed or neutral man. He enjoyed self-expression to the point where he didn’t think of it as ‘expressing himself’ so much as a state of being. So it was a form of torture to have to pretend like having his cock sucked by the Black Widow wasn’t fantastic, a thousand strands of webbing tightening around his erection. Squeezing it both agonizingly and ecstatically—all of his cum was struggling to be unleashed while at the same time sealed tightly inside him. 

***

Pepper sat down beside Tony, instinctively smoothing down her skirt as she faced the camera. Maybe with two of them there, Tony ‘paying attention’ wouldn’t be so obvious. “Don’t mind me,” she said, “just wanted to sit in. Sorry to interrupt. Please, keep going, I’ll catch up along the way.”

Under the table, she peeled her panties off, wiggling her ass to get out of them and take them out from underneath her skirt. Her wiggles, which Tony observed out of the corner of his eye, drove his cock into even more throbbing hardness. Pepper had to indicate the laptop three times with her shifting eyes to get him to look at it once more.

***

Natasha loved Tony’s cock. She pleasured it until the last possible moment, where a second more of stimulation would’ve finished him off, and then she pulled herself off it like she had never been there on the first place. Tony froze, a look of rictus on his handsome face, his breath rasping out of him as he was torn between letting his ecstasy subside or trying to drive it onward into orgasm. 

Natasha made up his mind for him. She teased him, licking his glans with just the tip of her tongue, barely even touching him, not really pleasuring him any further but not letting his arousal diminish from its fever pitch either. He really did have such a nice prick. She took it in her hand, shucking back the foreskin to totally exposed the fat red knob for her to suck on. Tony murmured his approval as he went into her mouth and started to come.

He groaned under his breath, trying to hold back, managing only to stop at intervals that gave Natasha a chance to swallow his individual ropes of ejaculate. And she swallowed it all. She loved Tony’s cum. She gulped it all down her throat and before Tony was done, she felt herself clenching, coming a little with the volume of Tony’s load.

Long after he finished emptying his balls, Natasha kept sucking, jerking her head up and down until her neck ached and her jaw burned with strain. Finally, she buried her mouth in Tony’s cum-splattered pubic hair and rested, her murmured groans heavy and satisfied. She lay like that for perhaps a minute, molding her lips to Tony’s diminishing prick. Then she noticed that Pepper’s legs were open, her wet cunt offered up to her right next to where Tony sat.

***

Pepper’s heartbeat quickened as Natasha’s tongue traced over her labia, nearing her clit only to flick it pointedly and then travel down the other side of her soft, wet mons. Pepper slumped for once, sliding forward on her bare ass and settling her elbows onto her chair’s armrests to watch the Black Widow work at her pussy. So she was supposed to be pretending to pay attention to the board meeting, so what? She was so turned on already that she wanted to take in every touch, every sight, every glorious sensation that was sparked by Natasha being in contact with her.

To hell with the board. Her glassy eyes only saw them as blurs; far more important was what Natasha had to give. Pepper was beside herself waiting for it, letting Natasha feel her up, wondering what Natasha would do to her next.

Natasha’s slender fingers moved to her sex, their callused pads—so rough a touch for a woman who made herself look so soft, so supple—circled around and around Pepper’s mound, driving her wild. She felt her arousal skyrocket all the more for how much she had to pretend she was uninvolved, even bored. But underneath the surface, sparks of heated pleasure roamed through her body. Her pussy spasmed as now, Natasha slid her fingers around Pepper’s fluttering clit.

“Ohhh my God,” Pepper whispered in excruciating desire.

Tony coughed to cover for her. The VP of Sales paused briefly in acknowledgment, then droned on and on and on.

Natasha smiled at the deception, now letting her fingers flick Pepper’s erect clitoris. She loved the contrast in Pepper’s reaction: reserved and composed from the waist up, while her hips swirled in happy rapture. Natasha pinched the tender bed and her other hand went to Pepper’s wet slit, slowly and gently petting the spasming folds of her opening.

Pepper was nearly hyperventilating, but from the outside, the only giveaway was that her lips were slackly parted, letting out her whistling breath as Natasha toyed with her soft, smooth mons. She whimpered, having to release some sign of the ecstasy flaming through her body. Natasha’s tongue was always good, but Pepper had never felt so wicked and debauched as she did now, enjoying it virtually in public. She loved it, she loved how perverse it was!

Her excited tremors built with Natasha sliding her fingers into Pepper’s slippery opening, inching into her boiling walls. Her feet shook, pumps dangling from her toes while Natasha’s fingertips traced once more the contours of her pulsing clit and then down to her leaking slit. Pepper exhaled deeply, pumping out enough air to sink her chest and let herself see Natasha’s fingers enter her, the other hand holding Pepper’s labia apart.

Pepper watched herself be penetrated, Natasha’s long, elegant fingers surging inside of her, wiggling between her folds as her lower body helplessly slithered around in her seat. Pepper loved feeling the delicious slipping and sliding of Natasha’s fingers working her pussy. Her flooding sex slopped at Natasha’s touch, parting so wetly that Pepper didn’t know how the labtop’s microphone wasn’t picking the sound up. She quaked in even more excitement at the idea. Natasha had her left hand work Pepper’s stiff little clit while her right hand relentlessly fingered Pepper’s snatch.

Then she was suddenly gone, giving Pepper a blessed, hateful minute to recover.

Keening with her own excitement, Natasha crawled on all fours between Tony’s hairy thighs again and nuzzled her burning mouth back down onto his half-hard erection. As much as it had excited him to know Pepper and Natasha were fucking right beside him, Tony hadn’t been able to properly leer at them while maintaining his façade for the webcam, which had hampered his recovery. That wasn’t an issue with Natasha holding him in both her lips and her fist.

She felt him stiffen rapidly in her mouth. Tony’s body trembled with urgency. As if to make up for the lost time she’d spent on Pepper, Natasha churned her hungry mouth in a frenzy on Tony’s fully erect manhood, gurgling as she fucked herself in the throat, her lips still tender from tasting Pepper’s juices, and a fierce glow of arousal spreading out from her own womanhood.

Tony’s moans and pants and gasps were so tightly suppressed that Pepper could almost feel them. He came, gritting his teeth with wild satisfaction as Natasha sucked his quivering prick completely dry. Then the spy was back between Pepper’s tights. 

The brief lull in being pleasured had completely sensitized Pepper. She quickly gushed into Natasha’s frenzied mouth, almost as overwhelmed as Natasha was as she tasted both of them at once. Happily licking her lips, Natasha laid down on her back and began to masturbate—every finger she gave herself perfectly visible through the glass-top table. 

Tony and Pepper spent the rest of the meeting looking right at the webcam on top of the laptop—or at least, slightly past it, where no one could tell what it was they were exactly paying attention to.