Billable Hours

Peter didn’t have anything against female sexuality, obviously. Felicia Hardy was one of his closest… whatevers. Jennifer Walters took it a little too far, though. All he wanted was to check on his Aunt May’s case, but when he went to her law offices, the place seemed to be hornier than an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. 

First an intern brought Jen coffee.

“Steaming hot,” Jen cooed as she took the mug. “Just the way I like it. Really heats me up.”

Then a paralegal brought Jen a folder. Again, not that big a deal, but just as the woman was leaving, Jen called her back. What did she want? “Nothing,” Jen said. “I just wanna watch you walk away again. Although next time, you can feel free to stay…”

By the time an associate showed up with a transparent excuse to check out Jen’s cleavage, which she generously flashed at him along with a big smile, Peter’d had enough. Toeing the door closed, he bent Jen over her own desk and ripped her panties down off her fat green ass.

“You want to be a slut, Jen?” he asked, slapping the jade green skin, putting force into it like a cannonball being fired—She-Hulk, of course, not only being strong enough, but horny enough to take it. “You want to be a whore? Fine. You can be my whore, as long as you’re fucking billing me.”

Jen could only gape, eyes wide, mouth open, as she felt punishing blow after punishing blow land on her thick ass. Peter had the muscle to really fuck her, she realized—not just get her off, but absolutely ream her out. She wanted the spanking to go on and on, but she was afraid that this would be the end of it. Too afraid to ask for more, even though she dearly wanted it. 

Christ, it was driving her crazy how much she wanted it. Being called a slut and getting her ass smacked was just her kind of foreplay. But then Peter stopped and the rush of need Jen felt underneath the satiation of his dominance, suddenly being loosed on her, drove her to beg like she wouldn’t for fucking Thanos.

“No, no, don’t stop! I can’t stand having you stop!” Jen gasped. “Get your cock out right now, Peter! I need it inside me—need you fucking my cunt!

At the mention of his cock, Peter looked down at the straining tower of his erection, trapped inside his pants. A twinge of discomfort made itself known to him. Having a hard-on that size cooped up inside suddenly felt very uncomfortable. His cock begged to be out in the open air, begged to get closer to the nice, juicy pussy he could see dripping under the boldly rounded buttocks he had just punished.

Peter unzipped his fly and his quivering erection jumped out like a battering ram smashing through a door. Jen looked back at it over her shoulder, seeing it throb harshly with as much surprise as Peter.

“Oh God—put that in me, stud! Ram it into my pussy!”

She grabbed up the stuffed manila folders overflowing in her inbox and shoved them under her belly, the makeshift cushion lifting up her ass to present it to Peter’s cock. Peter couldn’t help but step closer and closer to Jen’s splayed thighs. He centered his rock-hard erection on Jen’s slit, neat and tiny despite her towering body, and pushed into her, burying inch after inch of his oversized erection into the churning wetness inside of Jen.

“Ghhhh!” A lurid smile filled Jen’s face, feeling Peter’s cock claiming her pussy. “Shit, Parker, it’s stretching me! I can feel it spreading me open! Fuck me, stud! Fuck me with that hard cock!”

Peter grinned, feeling the succulent tightness of Jen’s pussy, so paradoxical yet so fitting. With all the exaggerated femininity of her statuesque body, why wouldn’t she have a sweet little pussy that sucked and milked his engorged prick? He locked his strong hands onto her trim waist, also a neat little tidbit of womanliness fitting into all her strength and size, and bucked his hips against her thick ass. The muscle that roiled under his fingers convinced him that she could take his most excessive thrusts, take him forcing his prick into the depths of her impossibly tight sex.

Then he was really fucking her, no denying it, no argument to be made that even her bank vault cunt wasn’t taking his aching prick to the hilt with every thrust. Peter rammed himself furiously into her, the desk underneath creaking and splintering just as collateral damage. His hands slid up her slender belly with its eight-pack abs, getting to her ample breasts. He pinched her gumdrop nipples as he fucked her. 

They were already stiff as could be, showing off how truly whorishly Jen was responding to his advances, but when he twisted them, Jen gasped and seemed to go into convulsions, thrusting her ass back to meet Peter’s pistoning cock. He was probably one of the few people on Earth who could take her reciprocating his thrusts—he stood his ground as the pumping crashed into Jen’s ass every bit as hard as when he’d spanked her.

“Harder, you fucking animal, harder!” Jen begged, her usually jovial expression now a mask of need, her eyes wide and pleading. Nothing felt better than his big, hard prick inside her and so nothing could matter more than getting it, again and again and again. She’d say anything to keep him fucking her and mean every word. “Fuck my cunt! Fuck me as hard as you can! I’m yours!”

Digging his fingers into her abundant cleavage hard enough to bend steel, Peter kept pounding himself into Jen’s pussy in a frenzy of need. Jen felt her sex pulsing, sucking at the steely hardness of Peter’s erection, seeming to tingle with the sheer wetness of how much desire Peter had infused her with.

“I’m coming!” Jen pulled on her own hair, groaning as she bucked madly under Peter, drawers popping out of her desk, the carpet tearing as the furniture legs shifted about spasmodically. She bit her plump lip and wished she had Peter’s cock in her mouth. Even if he was fucking her pussy. She wanted him everywhere, fucking all of her, in her cunt and her ass and her mouth, overwhelming her even more than he already was. “Shit, Peter, it feels so good being fucked by you! Unnnh! I’m coming for you—goddamned bastard, turning me into such a slut—my pussy’s so hot—you’re making me come!”

Her orgasmic spasms poured deliciously through her stuffed passage, making her clit tremble, her folds throb potently around Peter’s manhood. But Peter didn’t come, he just kept fucking her, every thrust pushing her deeper and deeper into her climax. 

At some point, Jen came back to herself. It could’ve been hours later. She could only assume that Peter had seen her thrashing, out of control orgasm and worried he was hurting her. She wished she could’ve told him that when the sex turned her into a wild animal, that was when she wanted him to fuck her like one. 

Her desk had broken down the middle, leaving Jen bent over nothing, just kneeling on the ground, her ass still in the air as if even her senseless body wanted Peter to keep fucking her. She pulled herself up and pushed back her disheveled hair; the first thing she noticed was that Peter was still hard, his cock throbbing in front of her like an idol to be worshipped. She had to satisfy him; she had to give him relief. Otherwise he might never again fuck her like he just had.

“Bring it over here, you beast, you motherfucking beast,” she cooed in a broken voice. “Let me finish that bad boy off. It’s the least I can do…”

He didn’t exactly do as she said—not unless you counted grabbing her by her midnight-black hair and pulling her up to her knees before pointing his cock in her face. Jen took it in her big hand and her fingers actually seemed proportional to his oversized cock, like he was a man and she was a woman. Her man. His woman.

Jen’s fist moved in a blur, jacking off his prick as hard as she could, wanting to pump and milk every drop of cum from his burgeoning scrotum. Then she wrapped her lips around his cockhead, working her mouth, slurping, gulping, swallowing, greedily devouring every drop of precum.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Peter crowed. “I’m going to come! I’m going to come, you slut! Oh, you hot fucking bitch! You dirty little cunt! Here it is!”

He quite simply filled her mouth and her throat, making Jen swallow for what seemed like hours just to keep his cum in her mouth instead of exploding all over the havoc already in her office.

After his cock finished pouring semen down her throat, she kept licking her tongue around his glans, cleaning off first his cum, then the saliva that tasted of cum, and finally just savoring the taste of Peter’s manhood itself. 

When she finally lifted her head, his prick was glistening. And, Jen was delighted to see, it was as big and hard as a steel girder. 

“Shit, Peter, that’s amazing,” she breathed reverently. “You’re still so… whoa.” Then her awestruck expression became a smile—the smile any woman would have for an angrily throbbing cock with a fresh load of cum waiting in it. “How would you like to feel my wet pussy sucking on that monster again? And this time you can finish inside me.”

Peter took his cock in hand, caressed Jen’s flushed face, then soundly slapped his erection across her cheek.

“Get back to work,” he told her.