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Spider-Man and the Prostitute	By : marvelmaster616 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 30313 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Spider-Man and the Prostitute

Chapter 3: The Striptease

Mary Jane’s Apartment – Living Room
The stage was set. This was really going to happen. Mary Jane Watson was going to give Peter Parker the best night of his life. She had pulled out all the stops. Every bit of skill she learned as a high-end prostitute would be employed to maximize Peter’s pleasure. He really had hit the jackpot.
He didn’t dare get up from the couch while Mary Jane set everything up. She even asked him to close his eyes to build up the anticipation, as if it weren’t high enough. He did so reluctantly, still worried that this would all turn out to be a dream. But when he opened his eyes and saw what this woman was prepared to do for him, the reality finally set in.
“Wow. I’m the luckiest guy in the world!” said an amazed Peter Parker. “I can’t believe I actually said that out loud.”
“Well believe it, Tiger. It only gets better from here,” said Mary Jane in a voice so sexy it could’ve culled the Hulk.
“Tiger?” he said with a chuckle.
“It’s my thing. I like giving men pet names. It helps enhance the mood.”
“Did I say I minded?”
Peter couldn’t stop grinning. In the time Mary Jane had asked him to close his eyes, she managed to slip into something even sexier than that low-cut dress she had been wearing earlier. Now, she wore a very sensual lace bustier that perfectly showed off her ample breasts and an equally sensual G-string thong that perfectly showed off her butt. In addition, she wore a pair of glass heels, which she most likely wore during her time as a stripper. She even found the time to re-apply her makeup, making sure her sexiness was maximized. Even with his IQ, he couldn’t see how she could’ve made herself more stunning.
Beyond Mary Jane’s unparalleled sexiness, she added some sensual ambience to the room. She dimmed the lights, put reddish veils over her lamps, and set up some electric candles around the living room. She didn’t just give the impression that she had done this sort of thing before. She made it clear that she had mastered the art of setting the mood.
Now standing in front of him with this devious yet seductive glint in her eyes, Mary Jane let him admire her body. He was already breathing harder, his desire growing by the second. But this was just the beginning.
“Are you ready?” she asked him in a tone no man could refuse.
“Yes. I…I’m ready,” said Peter, still stammering like an immature teenager.
“Then just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. This first part is for your eyes. The next part – well, you’ll just have to wait and see.”
“I…can be patient,” he said.
“It’ll be worth it. Trust me. I’m a professional,” said Mary Jane.
Peter mouth went dry. His mind began racing at the prospects of what this insanely sexy woman had in store for him. He managed to steady his thoughts, albeit barely. Right now, he just wanted to admire the sight before him.
Having tantalized and teased him enough, Mary Jane Watson put her stripping skills to good use. She grabbed a small remote control next to her TV stand and pushed a button to start the music. She already loaded her stereo with a playlist not unlike the one she used while working at the Hellfire Club. So once it began playing, it filled the room with a smooth, sensual beat.
Following this beat, Mary Jane began moving and swaying her body. The dance skills that once made her the ultimate party girl manifested before Peter’s eyes. Her hips and legs grooved to the music, tempting him with their feminine allure. She also casually spun around, giving him a perfect view of her butt. She could actually hear him gasp at the sight, which further encouraged her.
As the rhythm of the music intensified, Mary Jane shook and swayed her butt with more energy. She even showed off some uncanny flexibility, bending down and turning her head so she could flash Peter a seductive gaze. His reaction was so funny she almost started laughing, but she made sure to remain in her sexy mindset. Being a professional, she expected nothing less of herself.
Mary Jane kept dancing and grooving to the music, putting on a show for Peter Parker that helped excite and enchant him. He had been so nervous and tense at first. Once he embraced her sexy, party-like spirit, she felt he was ready for more.
“Having fun yet, Tiger?” she asked him.
“Hell yes!” said Peter, this time not stammering in the slightest.
“Good because these clothes are getting so itchy,” said Mary Jane playfully. “I think it’s time I take them off, don’t you?”
He opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. It didn’t matter. Mary Jane sensed they were on the same page. With another seductive glance, she began removing her provocative attire.
She continued shaking and swaying her hips, turning around so that he could admire her butt. As she danced to the music, she sensually slid the shoulder-straps of the bustier off her shoulder – allowing it to become looser. As it started falling down her body, she turned around and leaned over so that Peter had a perfect view of her cleavage. She even shook them a little, getting them to jiggle in all the right ways.
“That’s some dance. What kind is it?” said Peter in a daze.
“The sexy kind,” said Mary Jane playfully.
She continued this sexy dance, putting her arms up and shaking her body in a way that caused the bustier to fall further down her body. But just before her breasts were exposed, she turned back around again. It was somewhat of a cruel tease, but Mary Jane knew how to make such teases work. For Peter Parker, she pulled out all the stops.
While Peter watched with growing anticipation, Mary Jane proceeded to sensually slide the bustier down her body. She did it slowly so she could continue her dance, shaking and swaying her butt every step of the way. Once it was down at her ankles, she skillfully kicked it off across the room. Then, in another cruel tease, Mary Jane she put her arms over her ample breasts and turned around again. Peter’s mouth went dry again and his breathing intensified. She knew what he wanted, but she intended to make the moment he got it perfect.
She continued dancing and grooving to the music, still keeping her arms over her breasts. As the beat started getting slower, she took a few steps closer to him. In Mary Jane’s mind, she was back at the Hellfire Club and Peter Parker had just flashed her a hundred dollar bill to show his interest in her. Shutting out all other distractions, she moved closer and closer until he could see nothing else but her topless body. Then, just as the music settled into a softer, more jazzy tone, she removed her arms and gave Peter his first glimpse of her exposed breasts.
“Wow. Boobs,” was all Peter could get out, his eyes widening at the sight of her ample cleavage.
“Like what you see , Tiger?” asked Mary Jane in an almost casual tone.
“I uh…” he stammered.
His reaction was immature, but sincere. Mary Jane laughed at the look on his face and decided to step up her efforts.
“You sound uncertain. Maybe you need a closer look,” she told him.
With a different brand of music now playing, Mary Jane changed the nature of her dance to something slower and more intimate. In doing so, she playfully leaned over Peter so that her breasts were right in his face. They were so close that she could feel his labored breath on her flesh. Following the rhythm of the music, she shook and swayed her upper body. Her breasts swayed accordingly, sending Peter deeper into a daze.
“Wow,” he said again.
“Still uncertain?” Mary Jane teased. “Let’s try even closer!”
In a more aggressive show of seduction, she grabbed the side of Peter’s head and shoved his face between her breasts. She then gave him the ultimate motorboat, shaking her upper body and working his head within her ample cleavage. She heard him moan something, but it was thoroughly muffled. However, he didn’t seem to mind.
When Peter’s face emerged from Mary Jane’s breasts, he had a look on his face of pure contentment. This woman didn’t lie when she said she knew how to use her body. He had never encountered a woman who so openly and overtly used her body in such a way. He thought no woman could top Black Cat, but even she would admit Mary Jane Watson took it several steps further.
“Consider me certain,” said Peter with a grin.
“Good. Then this next part will be much easier,” she said coyly.
He was already brimming with anticipation, trusting Mary Jane to show off even more of her skills. Now topless while still wearing her overly revealing G-string, she had him completely under her spell. And it was a spell that the Sorcerer Supreme himself couldn’t break.
Having made the impression she hoped to make, Mary Jane positioned herself for the next phase of her routine. Still holding onto Peter’s head, she sat down on his lap and sensually kissed down his neck while pawing his exposed upper body. She made sure her butt pressed up against his pelvis, which already had a noticeable bulge. She knew exactly how to make good use of it and for this man who had saved her life, she intended to make the extra effort.
“I’m going to give you your lap dance now,” she told him. “Ever have one before?”
“Um…kind of,” said Peter, “but I don’t think it counts. The woman involved was a cat burglar and the circumstances were…not like this.”
Mary Jane laughed a bit. She was actually somewhat curious about those circumstances. However, that story could wait. For now, she needed to stay focused.
“Well this one is going to be different, but in a good way – a very good way,” said Mary Jane.
“Very good is…good,” said Peter, stammering awkwardly again.
“Now if we were back in the Hellfire Club, this is the part where I give you the ground rules. Those rules include no touching of the breasts, no fingering of any holes, and no kissing of any kind. But since you’re a special client, I’m waiving some of those rules.”
To demonstrate, she grabbed one of his hands – which had been resting on the side of the couch – and placed it on her breasts. She even directed him to squeeze it. Peter gasped slightly at the feeling of her fleshy mounds in his grip. It was just the reaction she intended and it didn’t stop there.
“Wow. Guess some rules are made to be broken,” said Peter with another goofy grin.
“For a man like you, they should be,” said Mary Jane. “In addition to the rules, I would’ve offered two prices. For one, I keep my G-string on. That’s usually cheaper. For another, I take it off for an all-nude dance. That costs extra.”
“Worth every penny either way,” commented Peter.
“Well no man has ever claimed I ripped them off, so that’s accurate,” she said curtly. “For you, though – I’m going to mix it up a bit. I’m going to keep my panties on at first. Then, when the moment is right, I’ll take it off.”
“And…what happens after that?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, Tiger,” she said seductively. “For now, sit back and so we can get our bodies acquainted.”
Again, Peter didn’t dare argue. This woman had done enough to prove that she knew what she was doing. The growing tightness in his pants was proof enough of that, but she wasn’t content with just arousing him. He had no idea how far she would take it, but Peter was okay with not knowing. He trusted that Mary Jane would find a way to make it hotter and sexier than any man dared contemplate.
As Peter relaxed in preparation for more unmitigated sexiness, Mary Jane kissed and pawed his upper body a bit more. She waited until the current song on her stereo stopped. Then, once it ended, she got into position to begin the lap dance. This involved her shifting her body so that she straddled his waist with both knees rested at his sides. She also shifted her hands to his neck, keeping her breasts close so he could continue to admire them. Then, once the next song started playing, Mary Jane began the lap dance.
“Relax…but not too much,” she whispered into his ear. “This time, you can do more than just watch.”
Peter responded with a content moan, his capacity for rational thought muted by the feeling of Mary Jane’s pelvis grinding against his. She also directed both his hands to her breasts, allowing him to fondle them in ways that probably would’ve gotten him kicked out of a typical strip club. But Mary Jane didn’t mind in the slightest. She actually enjoyed his grip. His hands were so strong, which was to be expected for someone who fought villains like the Hobgoblin. That strength soon translated into some very nice touching.
It added to Mary Jane’s incentive to make this the best lap dance she had ever given, as if she needed more at this point. She licked her lips and began dancing on top of him, swaying her upper body to the music while grinding her pelvis against his. She started slowly, favoring a more affectionate touch over outright lust. However, it quickly escalated as she felt the bulge in Peter’s pants grow.
“Ooh! I’d say our bodies really like each other,” said Mary Jane with growing intent in her tone.
“I’d say so too…among other things,” said Peter, already short of breath.
“Glad we’re on the same page. That means I can do things like this.”
With her pelvis still roughly grinding against his, Mary Jane leaned in and captured Peter’s lips in a deep kiss – one that involved plenty of tongue. It was another gesture that would’ve gotten them both kicked out of the Hellfire Club if they did it out in the open. That only made it much more meaningful – and much more sensual, for that matter.
The heat between their bodies escalated rapidly as Mary Jane’s movements became more focused and forceful. As they kissed, Peter let his hands roam freely around her upper body. He focused primarily on her breasts, but found himself feeling up other parts of her exposed flesh. He felt along her thighs, her butt, her back, and her perfectly toned core. His strong, powerful grip was so unique – one that embodied more than just superhuman strength. It aroused Mary Jane more than expected, but she gladly embraced it.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” said Peter in between kisses.
“And don’t you dare forget it!” said Mary Jane intently.
“Believe me. I won’t.”
Armed with that certainty, the kissing and touching continued for most of the song. Then, towards the end, Mary Jane shifted her body again. This time, she turned around so that she was facing away, allowing her heart-shaped butt to more effectively grind against his pants bulge. Peter let a deep grunt of approval. His hands shifted back to her breasts, giving them a nice squeeze. This sent shivers up through Mary Jane’s body – shivers that further set Peter Parker apart from her typical male clientele.
She followed these sensual feelings, dancing and grinding her body against his. She became increasingly forceful, further escalating Peter’s arousal. She even leaned back at times, kissing him and letting her long red hair drape over his face. She continued letting his hands roam her upper body. However, she didn’t expect him to be content with just that.
Once the song reached a certain point, Mary Jane rose up from the couch and stood over Peter again. She now had a look on her face that was anything but playful. The time for teasing had passed. Now, she was ready to be more serious with her seduction.
“I think it’s time to ditch these cumbersome panties, don’t you?” she said, swaying her hips to further tempt him.
“Well they do look…uncomfortable,” said Peter, making no attempt to hide his eagerness.
“Remember – once these panties come off, they stay off for the rest of the night. My body will be yours to enjoy.”
“Yeah – I haven’t forgotten that either.”
“And rest assured – I have ways of maximizing that enjoyment.”
Mary Jane let Peter’s dazed mind contemplate that while she waited for another song to begin. Once a new beat filled the room, she began dancing again. This time, she focused primarily on moving her hips and butt. However, she didn’t draw it out or get too elaborate with her moves like she did with her top. They were both getting impatient at this point. She needed to be naked for this man.
As the song played and her body moved under Peter’s lustful gaze, Mary Jane turned around shook her butt right in front of his face. Then, as he admired it, she skillfully hooked her thumbs around the sides and slowly slid it down her thighs.
“Sweet mother of Spider-Gods…” he gasped.
It seemed to happen in slow motion – the skimpy G-string trailing down Mary Jane’s legs. Even before they were completely off, she continued swaying and shaking her ass to show off its fully exposed features. Peter was so mesmerized by it that he barely noticed when Mary Jane stepped out of them, kicking off her glass heels in the process.
She let him stay mesmerized by her ass, still shaking it in accord to the music. Eventually, she slowly turned around so Peter could see the full extent of her naked body.
“Mmm…it feels good to be naked. Makes me feel so…free,” said Mary Jane in a sultry voice.
Peter once again attempted to say something, but nothing came out. His mouth just hung open in awe as he took in the sight of a naked Mary Jane Watson.
His eyes ran up and down her exposed form, taking in every possible feature. In the dim, sensual lighting that she had set up, Mary Jane couldn’t have been sexier. She showed off that sexiness, still dancing and moving her body in an amazingly erotic display. At one point, she bent over and clasped her butt – giving him a clear, unobstructed view of her female anatomy. Peter actually blushed at being able to see it so clearly, but that didn’t stop him from admiring it.
This woman clearly took care of herself. There wasn’t a blemish, mole, or mark to be found. She also had groomed herself thoroughly. Every inch of skin from the waist down had been thoroughly waxed, leaving it looking so smooth and clean. The only hair he saw was a small strip of pubic hair above her vaginal opening. This grooming, along with the voluptuous curves of her hips, created the ultimate aura of feminine sexuality.
And Mary Jane fully embraced this aura, sensually feeling up her body as she danced before him – playing with her breasts and fondling her womanhood. As Peter watched her erotic scene unfold, it really started to sink in. This woman was giving herself to him for this whole night.
“I see you have a strong appreciation for the female body, Tiger,” Mary Jane told him as she danced. “Allow me to show my own appreciation.”
“By all means, Ms. Watson,” said Peter with a grin.
“By all means indeed,” she replied with another devious glint.
Once the current song ended, Mary Jane began the next and final part of the lap dance. The next song had a faster, more intense beat. As it got going, she went to work grinding against Peter’s body again – tantalizing him with more of her uncanny sensuality.
She roughly rubbed her now-exposed butt up against his crotch, adding fresh fuel to his growing arousal. She didn’t need to guide his hands either. Having made clear she enjoyed his strong grip, Peter freely grasped and fondled her butt as it grinded against him. He also reached around and explored some of Mary Jane’s newly exposed flesh, boldly reaching between her thighs and feeling around the outer folds of her womanhood. It was usually an act she did not permit unless a client gave her a generous tip, but she made an exception for Peter Parker and she intended to make plenty more.
“Mmm…your touching,” purred Mary Jane.
“Um…want me to stop?” asked Peter, not sure if he was making her anxious.
“Hell no!” she replied.
Showing more erotic energy by the second, Mary Jane continued dancing on top of him – letting him feel the hot touch of her naked flesh. As the song picked up, she turned around so she was facing him – his face once again in line with his breasts. At this point, it wasn’t so much dancing as it was outright foreplay.
She let her breasts press up against his exposed upper body. Her movements became downright aggressive, putting in some extra force into her grinding motions. It sent Peter deeper into a daze – far past the point of being subtle with his desires. As Mary Jane danced and grinded on top of him, he reached around and gave her heart-shaped flesh several firm squeezes. She let out more purrs of appreciation.
Thanks to such heated efforts, Mary Jane Watson accomplished exactly what she set out to do. She got Peter completely aroused. She could now feel a full-fledged erection in his pants. And if the grip he had on her butt were any indication, then he was ready for more. He didn’t just want it. He craved it.
The song eventually ended and the music stopped, indicating that the lap dance had finished. If he were any other client, then she would’ve taken advantage of his arousal – tempting him to empty his wallet to continue the experience. However, Peter Parker wasn’t just a client. He was someone special – someone whose desires she sought to fulfill for all the right reasons.
“What do you say, Tiger? Are you enjoying the show?” she asked playfully, her breasts still pressed up against his chest.
“What can I say? Seriously, I’m…at a loss here,” said Peter, breathless and amazed at what he just witnessed, “but I think the tent I’m pitching in my pants says it all.”
“That it does,” said Mary Jane as the bulge continued to press up against her inner thighs. “If we were in a strip club, then the show would end here. If you wanted it to continue, then we’d have to negotiate very carefully about what sort of encore you’re hoping to get.”
“Except we’re not in a strip club,” Peter pointed out.
“You’re right. We’re not.”
Mary Jane then made it clear that she had no intention of ending her erotic show at this point. She communicated that intention by giving him a soft, sensual kiss. From there, she trailed her luscious lips down his neck and over his chest – revealing the extent of her own arousal. She claimed earlier that she was a very sexual person who went out of her way to enjoy her job. Now, Peter was completely convinced.
As her lips trailed down his chest and torso, Peter leaned back on the couch and rested his arms on the headrest. He then watched as Mary Jane dropped to her knees so that she faced the bulge in his pants that she did such a masterful job of evoking.
“Those pants now look very tight,” she said while fondling the bulge. “Let me help you get them off.”
“Um…sure,” said Peter, stammering again under her seductive touch.
Flashing him a devious gaze, Mary Jane kissed around his lower abdomen as she grasped the sides of his tight-fitting pants. This being the one part of his costume that didn’t get damaged in his fight with Hobgoblin, it was somewhat tricky to get off – especially with the presence of a throbbing erection. Had she been a less experienced prostitute, she would’ve struggled. Having had plenty of experience getting men out of their clothes, this didn’t slow her down in the slightest.
With a hard tug, she pulled the tight fabric down – finally freeing Peter’s penis from its confines. As soon as it popped out, Mary Jane’s eyes widened with intrigue. Now, it was her turn to admire his body.
“Wow! Peter, is being super-endowed another one of your superpowers?” she said to him.
“I uh…don’t think so,” said Peter sheepishly, “but it can be if you want.”
“Oh I know what I want, Tiger. And I know how much you want it too.”
With more urgency, Mary Jane pulled his pants all the way down to Peter’s ankles. Then, she positioned herself in front of him so that his penis was right between her breasts. She began fondling and stroking it, admiring his manhood as though it were a work of art. In her line of work, she had seen penises of all shapes and sizes. But if she could create the perfect penis, then Peter Parker would be her template.
Her fondling evoked a content gasp from Peter. He now clung to the sides of the couch as Mary Jane teased his manhood with her skilled touch. His intrigue with this woman had turned into full-blown lust. He desired this woman in ways he had never desired a woman before. And by luck, chance, or some force more powerful than either, this woman was intent on satisfying every one of those desires.
“Mary Jane…” Peter gasped, struggling to form words under her touch.
“It’s okay, Peter. There’s nothing to negotiate – no rules to lay out – nothing of the sort,” said Mary Jane as she looked up at him with a mischievous look. “I’m going to give you a blowjob now.”
“Um…okay,” was all he could respond with.
“And I’m going to make sure it’s the best blowjob you’ve ever had!” she added intently. “I’m going to suck you so good – make you cum so hard. And when you do – I’m going to lick up every last drop of your cum.”
Peter didn’t even try to respond or make a comment. There’s nothing any heterosexual man could’ve said. This woman made her intentions clear. She was going to do this and she was going to treat it like the most important job in the world. It showed both dedication to her profession and a sensual spirit that Peter had never seen in a woman.
“Now then – sit back, relax, and enjoy it,” she told him. “I’m a professional. Let me do my job.”
“Yes ma’am,” Peter managed to get out.
With music still playing, Mary Jane Watson began giving this unappreciated superhero the pleasure he deserved. Tapping into the skills she had refined since her promiscuous teen years, she grasped his erect manhood with both hands and engulfed his whole manhood into her mouth. Her ability to take so much of his length at once triggered an immediate reaction from Peter.
“Whoa fuck!” he exclaimed. “You…you are a pro.”
Mary Jane barely acknowledged his remark, remaining completely focused – determined to give this man the blowjob she promised. That meant using every trick and technique in her arsenal. Armed with these skills, she began to thoroughly suck Peter’s cock.
He responded very favorably to her efforts, resting his head back against the wall and letting out deep moans of contentment. He even leaned back a bit on the couch, giving her more room with which to work. Mary Jane made good use of it too. Her soft lips slid effortlessly along the length of his shaft. Her tongue skillfully slithered over every feature. She also demonstrated uncanny deep-throating skills, taking more of his length into her mouth than he thought possible. It might as well have been a superpower and she knew how to use it responsibly.
“So good! Ohhh Mary Jane! That feels…so good,” moaned Peter.
It was just the reaction Mary Jane expected and hoped for, but she was not satisfied with his contentment just yet. Within moments, she established a rhythm. Her head bobbed up and down in accord with her sucking. At times, she gazed up at him – flashing him one of her distinctly erotic gazes. He smiled back at her, his expression reflecting the blissful sensations she evoked. And it was just beginning.
True to her skill, Mary Jane started off slowly. In her experience, the male penis was more sensitive than women – and even many men – actually realized. To make for a truly effective blowjob, she couldn’t just suck him until he climaxed. She had to be soft yet thorough, focusing on stimulating certain sensitive areas with just the right amount of force. It allowed the man to savor the pleasure and built up the feeling. Anyone could get a man to orgasm with hard sucking. Mary Jane prided herself on making that orgasm extra special.
Using Peter’s content moans as a guide, Mary Jane steadily escalated the rhythm – sucking and licking a little bit harder with each subsequent motion. In addition, she showed that her hands were as skilled at her mouth. With one hand, she carefully squeezed the base of his penis and gave it a light stroke every time her head bobbed upward. With her other hand, she carefully fondled his balls.
It was one of the lesser known aspects of oral sex, using skilled hands on top of a skilled tongue. In Mary Jane’s experience, too many prostitutes relied on raw sucking to pleasure a man. It might get them off, but it wouldn’t leave them satisfied. And she refused to leave Peter Parker unsatisfied in any capacity.
“Mmm…you like that? Is this the best blowjob you’ve ever had yet?” said Mary Jane, ceasing her sucking and giving his penis a few hard strokes.
“It’s…getting there,” said Peter, already breathless.
“Well hang in there, Tiger. The best is yet to come – literally!”
Peter didn’t even get a chance to laugh at her dirty joke. Mary Jane resumed her oral teasing. This time, she did it harder, adding more pressure with each bob of her head. He could even hear the distinct slurping noises of her sucking over the music, further adding to the erotic setting.
Peter badly wanted to climax at this point. Between Mary Jane’s lap dance and all this oral teasing, his manhood was already throbbing in anticipation. If she had sucked just a little bit harder, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. But she urged him to hang in there and since she was the professional here, he followed her instructions.
“So…so good! Mary Jane – so amazing!” he grunted.
His increasingly desperate grunts told Mary Jane it was time to make the final push. The time for being slow and careful was over. Now, technique gave way to raw lust as she guided him to the brink of ecstasy.
She sucked him harder and faster, adding more pressure with her lips as they slid along his shaft. She also licked harder, focusing on the more sensitive areas of his penis right around the tip. In addition, she used both hands to squeeze and stroke the base of his cock. With his length now covered in her saliva, her every stroke was smoother and more efficient.
With harder teasing came more intense sensations. She could feel Peter’s body react to each shot of pleasure. His hands soon found their way to her head – his fingers gliding through her red hair as her head bobbed up and down his length. At no point was there any strain in his reactions. Mary Jane was able to walk that fine line between sucking him hard and sucking him to the point of strain. It was an easy line to cross, even for a professional. But she walked it masterfully, ensuring that there would only be pleasure for his pending release.
“Getting…getting close!” grunted Peter. “Mary Jane, I…I’m getting close!”
She sensed it too. She could actually feel the veins of his penis throbbing around her lips as she sucked him. He was about to cum and cum hard. And Mary Jane was ready for it.
“You ready, Tiger? You ready to cum?” she said as she kept stroking him.
“Ohhh yeah! I’m ready…so ready!” exclaimed Peter.
“Then do it. Cum! I want you to cum all over me!” Mary Jane urged.
To send him over that final threshold, Mary Jane shoved Peter’s cock between her breasts and mashed them together – surrounding his throbbing manhood in a fleshy vice. It was the final act of her elaborate efforts – one that culminated in that special brand of ecstasy that Mary Jane prided herself on evoking.
It unfolded in a powerful, overwhelming moment. Peter closed his eyes and threw his head back as he let out one long moan of euphoria. He actually hit his head on the back of the wall in the process, but he didn’t even feel it. His grip on Mary Jane’s head tightened as he felt his manhood burn with pleasure. That pleasure soon shot up through his body, spreading like a wildfire. As these intense sensations flowed through him, his manhood released its load of manly fluid.
Streams of semen shot out from the top of his dick, splattering onto Mary Jane’s face. She kept her mouth open so she could catch most of it, but some dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. As the fluid poured out, she kept pushing her breasts together and sliding them along the length of his dick – ensuring every last drop came out.
It ended up getting pretty messy. The sheer volume of his release surprised even Peter. But true to her word, Mary Jane licked up every last drop of his cum. She even gathered it with her fingers and licked it up as though it were frosting from a cake.
“Mmm…your cum tastes so yummy,” she said in a sultry voice. “It’s sweet – just like you, Peter Parker.”
Peter barely heard her, still dazed by this flood of ecstasy. But he opened his eyes just in time to see her sucking up the remaining drops of his cum. Even if it was messy, Mary Jane still found a way to make it look unbelievably erotic.
She kept his manhood securely between her breasts for the duration of his climax, ensuring he enjoyed every last moment of pleasure. When the feeling finally passed, Peter let go of Mary Jane’s head and slumped back on the couch – feeling a sense of contentment he hadn’t felt in his adult life. Still breathing heavily, his arms and legs went limp. Every muscle in his body relaxed. Gazing down at Mary Jan, who was still affectionately caressing his manhood, he couldn’t have felt more satisfied.
“Wow. That was just…wow,” said Peter with as big a grin as he could manage at this point.
“I take it that means I did my job,” said Mary Jane.
“And then some!” Peter replied. “You did say you were going to give me the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
“And did I?”
“Well, you’re a woman of your word. I can now say that pretty definitively.”
“Coming from an actual superhero, that means a lot to me.”
Mary Jane smiled up at Peter with a mix of pride and affection. She set out to give this man the best erotic show he had ever seen and she succeeded. Beyond just doing her job, she took a unique satisfaction in satisfying this man.
Mary Jane Watson had done plenty of elaborate strip shows before. A great many of them also ended in her giving a blowjob to a client – usually after he agreed to a generous tip. This was different. Peter Parker was no ordinary client. This man saved her life. This man saved the lives of innocent people on the regular basis. Doing this for him – absent of any money or agenda – gave her a unique feeling and not just because it had been a while since she blew a guy for free.
As she contemplated this feeling, she released her hold on Peter’s manhood. Now somewhat sensitive, it needed time to rest and recover. After wiping her face of saliva and semen, Mary Jane sat back down on the couch with him. She casually draped her legs over his thighs and snaked her arms around his neck. With her gentle touch, she conveyed to him a special, non-sexual kind of affection – the kind she didn’t usually share with clients.
“That was one hell of a show,” said Peter. “The striptease, the lap dance, and the…extras – it was fucking amazing.”
“It couldn’t be anything less. You are the Amazing Spider-Man, after all,” quipped Mary Jane.
“Being amazing doesn’t usually feel this good,” he said, “and it sure as hell doesn’t lead to naked women in my arms.”
“Well for men who save lives and fight psychos in goblin masks, it damn well ought to!”
They both laughed. At this point, the music had stopped and a brief silence had settled between them. But as Peter enjoyed his contentment – and the naked woman in his arms – his gazed drifted back to the window. There was still plenty of police activity going on outside. Chances were it would continue well into the night, as was often the case when someone like Hobgoblin attacked. It reminded him how fleeting such contentment could be.
“Your heart is in the right place, Mary Jane – and no, I wasn’t referring to your boobs either,” said Peter.
“I believe you…to a point,” she replied in a humored tone.
“But you should know that even people with good hearts tend to suffer when they get close to Spider-Man,” he said in a more serious tone. “Being around me – even for just one night – it can make your life dangerous.”
“Peter, if you’re trying to scare me off, it’s not going to work.”
She then cupped his chin and turned his head, making him face her again.
“Look at me,” she said. “Look at the life I live. I’m a prostitute. I’m always in danger.”
“Spider-Man tends to attract a special kind of danger,” he told her.
“And I tend to attract special kinds of attention – be it from the police or wannabe gangsters like Hammerhead or the Kingpin,” she retorted. “I gave up living a life of safety and comfort long ago. And yes, I do have my share of regrets. But what I just did for you – and why I did it – that’s not one of them.”
She had a special strength to her voice – one Peter had never heard in a woman before. She already demonstrated that strength by saving him when she didn’t have to. The more she willingly embraced him – even in the form of an elaborate erotic show – the more impresive that strength became. It convinced Peter that there was more to this woman than her chosen profession and the choices that led her to it.
He gave up warning her about the dangers of being close to Spider-Man. Those dangers would not scare Mary Jane Watson away from him. He certainly didn’t mind being close to her. He found himself slipping an arm around her waist, feeling up the voluptuous curves of her body. It felt good embracing someone again – especially a beautiful naked woman with the uncanny sex-appeal of Mary Jane. He hadn’t dared to embrace someone like this since Gwen Stacy died and this woman dared to embrace him back. Not only that, she dared to do more than embrace.
“Now then – if you’re done catching your breath and second-guessing yourself, then I’d like to continue with your VIP treatment,” said Mary Jane, once again sounding seductive. “If I recall, I promised you more than a striptease, a lap dance, and a blowjob.”
“I haven’t forgotten. You promised me a lot,” said Peter with a grin.
“And I intend to deliver on every one of those promises – the next one being a nice, hot shower. I’m sure your battle with Hobgoblin left you feeling dirty anyways.”
“I guess it couldn’t hurt to get cleaned up, especially if I’m going to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman tonight,” he said with a casual shrug.
“Then get up, follow me, and I’ll prepare you for a good, thorough cleaning,” she said.
“How thorough are we talking here?”
“That depends.”
“On what?” asked Peter, sensing some very sensual subtext.
“On whether we need to do more than just clean,” she replied.
There were any number of lurid connotations to her words. Peter liked to think he could surmise her intentions like any other horny man, but this woman took being sexy to a whole new level. He honestly couldn’t imagine what else she had in store for him with this VIP treatment of hers. All he knew was he wanted to find out.
Sensing his eagerness, Mary Jane got off his lap and rose up from the couch. She then extended his hand and helped him back to his feet – allowing him to step out of his pants and boots in the process. Now standing together – fully nude and with no intention of wearing much of anything for the rest of the night –Mary Jane was ready to fulfill the next part of her promise.
“So…are you ready, Tiger?” she asked him, once again tempting him in ways no man could resist.
“Lead the way, Ms. Watson. You are the professional, after all,” said Peter.
“Damn straight, I am. And for what I have planned for you, I’ll have to utilize some of my more specialized talents.”

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Spider-Man and the Prostitute