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Spider-Man 2114	By : Ksennin Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 11743 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The cops came, and the ambulances, and the press. Peter talked some to the cops, some to the EMTs, and not at all to the reporters. They found part of the security grid shut off. Either someone was a really good hacker or someone knew the code. Peter didn’t know which was scarier.
As the police canvassed the area, Peter got a call from Max. He’d been expecting that. Got the usual harassment, like it was his fault, Max wanting to know why he’d gotten the cops involved, Peter wanting to know what else he was supposed to do, Max finally saying fine, come back to headquarters, we’ll talk there.
Peter wanting to know why it was that Max didn’t seem surprised, hearing that someone had wiped Goldblum’s brain.
He locked up the Arcade—another shouted compromise by Max, who’d wanted to open it back up, but there was no way Peter was sticking around the place with Goldblum a headcase. Outside, some reporters were still shooting B-roll. Peter ignored him, scanning the street for a cab. He’d been expecting to work a longer shift, catch the bus home. He spotted that shade of yellow that was only used to mean school buses or go fast, darted between two parked Coupes, and pulled open the backseat. “Hey, you taking fares?”
The sign was off, but maybe the Parker luck was finally about to turn. The girl nodded at him. Cute thing, Hispanic, bit of a Brooklyn accent: “Might as well. Hop in. Where you headed?”
And just like that, the other backdoor was opening, a leggy black woman piling in beside him. “M&G head office, Level 1, Block A, Suite 46,” Virus said.
“Vi—how’d you know all that?” Peter asked, not sure what she was doing here, not sure why she was pinging some button in the back of his head.
“I know everything about you,” Virus said, as the cab took off, its hover-tires spooling out smooth acceleration. The driver was good—a nice, level ascent. “And I want to know more.”
There wasn’t much of a backseat in the cab, but she took up all she could while Peter crammed himself against the door. Virus laid on all fours like a cat clawing the carpet. She looked up at his face—her hand brushed his crotch—fingers outlined his cock. Peter thought of all the times she’d offered, all his flimsy reasons for refusing, whatever cosmic joke had spun them back together while he wasn’t in costume and she wasn’t a hooker anymore. Was she?
She bent her head down, brushed her lips over the fabric of his pants. He felt himself throb. Watched as her fingers undid his fly—her warm hand inside his pants—fingers scratching through his underwear, looking for the opening—then her fingertips on his prick, sending an electrical surge straight down to his balls. He gritted his teeth; her fingers curled. She had him in her hand now. She stared up at him, her eyes curiously blank. A doll’s or a shark’s. She watched his reaction as her fingers went up and down, her thumb went across…
“I’m going to take your cock out and get a nice, long look. Then I’m going to kiss it. Would you like that, Peter?”
“How do you know my name?” some vestige of Peter’s reason asked.
“I told you, I know everything about you. Everything about everyone who works at M&G.” She bent lower, her bodysuit cut so deep that he could see almost the entire swelling curve of her cleavage. She took him out of his pants and her hot breath blew all over him. “Look, Peter. Look down here. It’s leaking. It wants to come. It wants to come right in my mouth.”
***
Nisa felt herself getting horny. She felt her panties getting wet like drop after drop of boiling water was being dripped onto her crotch. She felt her nipples cutting against the cups of her bra. She felt her clit stiffly begging to be touched. She heard her fare groan, his voice becoming low and gravelly.
“You’re good…”
“I’m the best,” Virus replied. Then she started to gurgle and Nisa instinctively knew that her mouth was wrapped around Peter’s cock.
It wasn’t the first time someone had fucked in the backseat of her cab. If she wasn’t too hard up for a fare, she’d pull over and kick them out. Her passengers weren’t generally the kind of people who she’d want to see fucking. But the guy was so handsome, and that girl was downright beautiful…
Nisa found herself looking into the rear-view mirror, but not at traffic.
His cock was huge. She’d seen a few pictures online, and a very few in person, but nothing had—or maybe could—prepare her for the sight of an enormous rod, its root thick and gorged with blood, ready to start shooting at any minute. His knob was fat and purple, when it wasn’t in Virus’s mouth, and Nisa could see it oozing clear fluid freely.
If only Virus were naked too, the view would be just perfect.
***
Virus jerked on Peter’s cock. She worked it from side to side, slapping it against her cheeks, her nose, her chin as she jacked it off, taunting herself with it, then she’d glided the whole thick hot thing into her mouth, her throat. All the way. Peter watched it disappear into her lips five times. He didn’t know if he could see it vanish anymore without coming. All his power was in his balls; they pounded like church bells. When he felt her fingers squeeze his balls, pump them into the warmness of her palm, he gritted his teeth hard. It did no good at all.
He exploded in her sucking mouth, Virus pulling back slowly, still sucking as he bombarded the inside of her cheeks. When her mouth came free, he kept coming, pumping gobs of hot jism over her face like white camouflage. She took the marking serenely, only moving to lick her lips. Her tongue was a pink as hot as a sunset.
Then her mouth was against his, her tongue between his lips with a metallic tinge. Peter felt a sharp, frozen pain and as everything went dark, he thought that this was why men didn’t like being kissed after they got a blowjob.
***
Nisa caught sight of the fireworks show—a flash of blue that turned her rear-view mirror silver, the rest of the cab underwater. Peter was shaking and Virus was still as a statue, then she was pulling away from him with a click, her tongue retracting into her mouth, Peter ashen-faced, blank-eyed.
Nisa pulled off the hover-lane onto the nearest rooftop—it wasn’t even cleared for landings. She skidded to a stop, almost hitting a pigeon coop, and turned back around to see Peter slumping to the side, Virus disappearing out the door. She watched the prostitute run to the parapet and jump right off. By the time she’d unbuckled her seatbelt, gotten out of the car, and ran after her, either the building she’d landed on had the fastest clean-up crew in existence, or that hooker had managed to survive a forty-story drop.
Nisa went back to Peter. He was starting to drool. She waved her hand in front of his face. His eyes let it pass without comment.
“Okay, good news, I think I found the chick who aced Goldblum… maybe she has something to do with the disappearances…” She quickly checked Peter’s wallet, finding a keycard for Max & Goldblum Robotics—creators of the Cybersex Arcade. She patted him down again, feeling something under his clothes, and unbuttoned his shirt.
On his chest, a black spider stared at her. In his pocket, a red and blue mask.
“Oh crap…”
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