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Spider-Man and the Prostitute	By : marvelmaster616 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 30306 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Spider-Man and the Prostitute

Chapter 4: The Shower

Mary Jane’s Apartment – Bathroom
Peter eagerly followed Mary Jane into her bathroom, not knowing what to expect. She had made it abundantly clear at this point that she was serious about her stated goal. She was going to give him the greatest night of pleasure that a professional sex worker has ever given a man and he had no intention of impeding that goal.
“Can I assume this shower you’ve proposed involves more than just good hygiene?” asked Peter.
“Assume anything you want, Tiger. Just expect to enjoy every second of it,” said Mary Jane boldly, holding his hand and shaking her butt as she led the way.
“I would, but you keep exceeding my expectations.”
“And I don’t intend to stop,” she replied, “and a nice, hot shower is part of that process.”
Her voice was as serious as it was seductive. Peter stopped trying to seek answers. However Mary Jane intended to go about this shower, he didn’t doubt for a second that she would get the job done.
Still fully naked from her earlier show, he and Mary Jane entered the bathroom. She then turned on the light to reveal that her bathroom had definitely undergone some renovations. For one, it was much more spacious than the average New York City apartment. There was actually room for two people to walk around, which was jarring for anyone who had ever lived in a cramped apartment. Beyond the space, it had a typical counter with a sink – albeit with much nicer fixtures than he could ever afford on a photographer’s salary. It also had a shower that looked large enough for two people. This heavily implied that Mary Jane had entertained clients in the shower before. Her sexual talents didn’t just extend to bedrooms, couches, and strip clubs.
“Wow. And just like that, my expectations are already exceeded,” said Peter as he looked around. “This is nice – too nice to be a standard New York bathroom.”
“I may have made some modifications,” said Mary Jane coyly.
“So you entertain your…customers here?”
“Only those willing to pay extra for a more intimate experience,” she answered. “Granted, the typical New Yorker can’t afford that kind of experience. That’s why I try to make it worth every penny.”
While Peter admired the work she put into this bathroom, she opened a nearby linin closet and retrieved the supplies she would need to make this work. This included the essentials, such as two large white towels which she set on the toilet. It also included some of her more specialized tools. These included a padded stool, a large bath sheet, and special bottle of massage oil. How she put these tools was the difference between a simple, relaxing shower and another unique, sensual experience.
“So…how is this going to work?” asked Peter upon noticing her activities. “I thought we were taking a shower.”
“We are,” said Mary Jane, “but first, we must make some preparations.”
“What kind of preparations?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Mary Jane wasted little time setting up the first part of this experience. She laid the bath sheet out on the floor, placed the stool in the middle, and set the bottle of the massage oil on the counter next to the sink. Once everything was set up, she turned to Peter and flashed him another tempting gaze.
“Have a seat,” she told him.
He didn’t ask questions this time. He just did as she instructed. Mary Jane had done plenty to earn his trust at this point. That would definitely come in handy for later, especially if her plan to satisfy him got bolder.
“You didn’t just work up a sweat fighting Hobgoblin and saving my life. You also took a beating,” said Mary Jane.
“It’s not the worst beating I’ve taken, but yeah – you could say I’m a little sore,” said Peter, already liking where she was going with this.
“That’s why I’m going to give you a quick massage,” she said, “but not just any massage. You need one with the special Mary Jane touch!”
“I’m already a big fan of that touch,” he said, “but shouldn’t I be lying down or something?”
“This isn’t the kind you lay down on your back for. We’ll be doing plenty of that in the bedroom later on anyways. For this, you need to be upright. It’ll make it easier to stretch. It’ll also make it easier to use the special technique I intend to employ.”
“Special huh?” said Peter with great intrigue.
“You’re not going to ask about it?” Mary Jane teased.
“Not this time. I’d rather you show me rather than tell.”
Mary Jane grinned at his subtle undertone. He was really starting to get into it – this sensual, erotic mood. She got the sense Peter didn’t get in this mood very often. She imagined being Spider-Man made that difficult. His eagerness to embrace it hinted he appreciated such a mood more than most.
As he sat on the stool and got comfortable, Mary Jane turned on the sink and filled it up with hot water. She then set the unopened bottle of massage oil in the water to heat it up. While it warmed, she adjusted the lighting – using the dimmer switch next to the door to create a more sensual environment. She could already hear him settling into this environment. She let herself enjoy it too – more so than she usually did with clients. For someone as special as Peter Parker, this could only help her achieve her goal.
“Take a few deep breaths, stretch a little, and get comfortable. We’ll begin in a moment,” said Mary Jane.
“Yes ma’am. You’re still the professional here,” said Peter curtly.
“And don’t you forget it,” she said proudly. “Part of being a professional is assessing my client. Every client is different. Everyone’s needs are different. And I pride myself on my ability to fulfill those needs.”
Once she got the lighting just right, Mary Jane went to work. She turned off the water in her sink and let the massage oil heat up for a bit longer. While she waited, she walked around Peter – even doing a little sensual posing at times, which he definitely appreciated. She treated this like an extension of her earlier performance, but she also took time to heighten the intimacy of this experience.
As Mary Jane casually walked around the naked man before her, she trailed her soft hands over his nude body – paying special attention to his arms, his chest, and his back. In the process, she gained a greater appreciation for just how fit this man was. Having serviced her share of professional athletes, she could safely say he was right up there with an Olympic swimmer. She shouldn’t have been surprised – figuring that being a superhero made being in shape a requirement. That didn’t make Peter’s body any less appealing.
But as Mary Jane traced her hand around his back, she noticed some features that weren’t typical of a professional athlete. She saw a number scars and bruises. Most were small, but a few were larger. One in particular stood out because it also looked recent.
“Wow. Looks like Spider-Man tends to take a beating,” Mary Jane commented.
“Comes with the job,” said Peter. “Some days are worse than others.”
“This one looks like it came directly from Hobgoblin,” she said as she carefully touched the bruise. “If I had known it was there, I’d have treated it sooner.”
“It’s okay. It looks worse than it feels.”
“Well I’m not a nurse, but I can find ways to aid the healing process.”
“You already are,” said Peter.
Showing off more of her amazing capacity for sexiness and affection, Mary Jane snaked her arms around him from behind and embraced him. Her hands lightly roamed around his chest while she rested her chin on his shoulder. She was still very soft and gentle, lightly caressing his well-toned muscles – as if to get a feel for his body’s structure. At time, her touch slipped lower – passing just above his penis, which already looked fully recovered from his previous climax. That would make what she had planned a lot easier and lot more enjoyable.
“I want you to close your eyes now,” said Mary Jane, whispering into his ear in a low, intimate tone. “Keep breathing deep and rest as many muscles as you can. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“I’m certain you will,” he replied.
“You damn well ought to be at this point.”
Her playful yet sultry teasing gave Peter even more incentive, as if he needed any. He did as she instructed, closing his eyes and steadying his breathing. Mary Jane continued embracing him, trailing her hands up along his upper body. She also lightly kissed around his neck while letting her breasts push up against his back. She felt him settle into a more relaxed state – one that would allow him to receive the full effect of her massage.
Once in this state, Mary Jane broke the embrace and retrieved the bottle of massage oil she had placed in the sink. By now, it was nice and warm. When she opened it, she took a whiff of the thick, exotic aroma. She also let Peter smell it too, who seemed to appreciate it as well. For what she paid for this stuff, it better smell good. That same cost gave her more incentive to make use of every drop, as if she needed more at this point either.
With the utmost care, she poured a healthy dab on her left hand and a few more on her breasts. She then skillfully spread it around her upper body, giving it a nice glow in the dim lighting. After applying a bit more to ensure the majority of her upper body was covered, she got behind Peter again and poured a few dabs on his shoulders.
“Ooh that’s nice and warm,” said Peter, reacting favorably already.
“You’re talking about the lotion, right?” she joked.
“You’ve got a dirty mind, you know that?”
“Given my line of work – of course I do.”
“Did I say I minded?” he quipped.
They each laughed playfully as Mary Jane applied more lotion to his shoulders and upper back. Peter let out a soft moan of contentment as he felt the warm fluid trail down his back. It wasn’t too hot, but it was warm enough to relax some of the muscles that often took a lot of punishment while dealing with Spider-Man’s enemies. Then, as Mary Jane began spreading the lotion around with her hands, that relaxing feeling evolved into something even better.
“So tense – so sore – so much distress,” she said as she ran her hands over his shoulders and upper back. “I’m going to wash it all away, Peter Parker – heal you as only I can.”
Her voice alone could’ve healed him, even on his worst of days. With skill every bit as impressive as her lap dancing performance, Mary Jane thoroughly massaged his back. It wasn’t nearly as theatric as a striptease or a lap dance. She was like a master surgeon, locating certain muscles and rubbing them with just the right amount of force.
Mary Jane also paid extra attention to his bruises and scars, especially the one Hobgoblin left earlier. She showed even more skill here, rubbing it in a way that seemed to wash away any pain or soreness that might or lingered. It was like magic. And having worked alongside the Sorcerer Supreme himself, that was saying something.
She never got to forceful or rough. She treated his body with the utmost care. It felt more than the product of a skilled hand. It felt genuinely intimate. Peter’s back and core muscles shifted under this touch, not used to such a tender and thorough care. This woman found muscles he didn’t even know existed and massaged them in ways that defied his understanding of human physiology.
Mary Jane even used her own physiology to great effect, leaning over him and rubbing her breasts against his oily back. This sent a different kind of healing energy through Peter’s body – one that did much more than help him relax.
“Mmm…is this your special way of aiding the healing process?” asked Peter.
“It’s one of the ways,” replied Mary Jane.
“Well, it’s working.”
“Good to know,” she said.
Encouraged by his reaction, Mary Jane’s efforts grew bolder. With her breasts still pressed up against his back, she embraced him again – reaching around his torso and rubbing her oil-covered hands over his chest and arms. She listened as he let out soft moans of contentment – his body shifting in accord with her every relaxing touch. And the more she touched this man, the more she escalated her own desire.
While it was not unusual for her to get aroused during a sensual massage, there was something special about Peter Parker. She felt it in areas other than her inner thighs. The way he reacted to her touch and the way she felt when she touched him – it triggered something beyond basic sexual desire. In Mary Jane’s experience selling sexual services, unfamiliar feelings and desires were dangerous. But none of those feelings ever felt this right before.
She followed these growing desires, now seeking to do more than just touch. Mary Jane retrieved the bottle of oil from the sink again and poured more of it on her body and Peter’s. She let herself get much messier this time, pouring a more generous amount down Peter’s shoulders, chest, and torso. She ended up using more than she intended, but for this man it was worth it. Soon, his manly physique glistened in the sensual lighting, further escalating Mary Jane’s desires.
“Such a strong sensual man,” Mary Jane found herself saying. “I don’t think you know how special you are, Peter Parker.”
He didn’t respond. She didn’t even know if she heard him. He was so relaxed at this point that the world around him became limited to her touch and his growing desires. It was a testament to her skilled hands, but she wasn’t done employing that skill.
Following her own desires, Mary Jane continued the massage – this time being much more thorough with her efforts. She walked around him with unparalleled focus, rubbing around every sensitive muscle she could find. She continued to spread the oil over his manly flesh, guiding it down his arms and all the way to his wrists. The tone and strength in his muscles was apparent. She remembered seeing on the news once that Spider-Man could lift a car with these muscles. Being able to touch them like this and feel their strength further added to Mary Jane’s focus and excitement.
“All that strength – yet still so vulnerable,” she said under her breath. “You need this even more than I thought…and so do I.”
She quickly grew more eager with her touching, spreading more of the oil around his chest, neck, and shoulders. Peter’s eyes remained closed, but a content smile never left his face. She just smiled back as she kept working down his body, eventually making her way to his perfectly cut abs and well-toned thighs. She went all the way down to his toes, even giving his feet some attention. Peter let out another moan of contentment. With almost his entire body now covered in the massage oil, he couldn’t have been more content.
“You’re very…thorough,” said Peter through his contentment.
“That’s the point, Tiger,” replied Mary Jane, “but there’s still one part I haven’t treated yet.”
After kneeling down to focus on his feet, she rose up – guiding her hands up his legs in the process. Her hands eventually found their way to his penis. Using the remnants of the oil that now covered his body, Mary Jane carefully and skillfully rubbed his manhood. Peter let out another content moan, this time louder than before. And much to her pleasant surprise, it didn’t take much rubbing to get him semi-erect again.
“Ooh! Looks like I saved the best for last,” said Mary Jane as she leaned over him, her breasts in his face once more, “and it looks like it’s ahead of schedule, so to speak.”
“You almost sound…surprised,” said Peter.
“I am. It usually takes much longer for a man to get another hard-on going – especially after one of my professional-caliber blowjobs.”
“Well I’m not most men…in more ways than one,” he reminded her.
“And you just keep finding new ways to show that. Tell me, how exactly do your powers affect certain processes?”
Mary Jane sounded genuinely intrigued, but she made it difficult for Peter to answer. The way she kept stroking his cock while leaning against him with her naked body – it was almost impossible for any man to concentrate. A great deal of blood was already diverting from his brain to his lower body. Never-the-less, he attempted to respond. Mary Jane wasn’t the first woman to notice this effect. However, she might be the first to really test it.
“I’m uh…not entirely sure,” said Peter, doing his best to sound coherent while a beautiful woman stroked his cock. “My powers effect my body in a lot of ways…including my dick.”
“I’ll say,” said Mary Jane, now rubbing a little harder.
“I…I think it has to do with my stamina. Being Spider-Man…gives me a lot of stamina. Running faster, jumping higher, hitting harder – it requires a lot of stamina.”
“I’m sure it does,” she teased.
“I uh…I also heal faster than normal. So I guess – I guess I recover faster when I blow my load.”
“Really? How fast? Have you ever tested it?”
Now she sounded less intrigued and more aroused by it. Peter figured she dealt with a lot of men who couldn’t control themselves once they got aroused. However, she was asking about certain aspects of his powers he rarely discussed. If this woman hadn’t made him feel so relaxed, he might have avoided this subject entirely. For a woman like Mary Jane Watson, however, he gladly made an exception.
“I might have…on more than a few occasions – mostly during my awkward teen years,” he told her. “I’ve had girlfriends…lovers. They uh…take notice. But…”
“They never dared to explore it,” Mary Jane surmised.
“Well it’s…not like I asked them to,” said Peter awkwardly.
“But what if one of them wanted you to? What if a woman wanted you to use your Spider-Powered sexual stamina? How far do you think you could take it?”
It was a daring question. It sounded like a dirty joke on the surface, but Mary Jane was dead serious. This time, Peter couldn’t answer. Too little blood was getting to his brain. His erection at this point was almost as hard as the one he had earlier during Mary Jane’s lap dance. In addition to his arousal, his desire for this woman was still strong and growing stronger by the moment.
“You don’t have to answer. It’s just something to think about – something that might come into play,” she told him.
Peter responded with another content moan, but he got his point across. Mary Jane could also sense that desire and not just through his erection. By now, she had massaged pretty much his entire body. If he had any lingering soreness from his battle with Hobgoblin, it had since melted away. He was as relaxed as he was aroused, but that didn’t stop Mary Jane from pushing the envelope.
As descended deeper into this state, she embraced him again – snaking her arms around his neck and slipping onto his lap – allowing their oily, naked bodies to mesh more intimately. Peter instinctively held onto her waist for balance, allowing her to playfully grind her body against his – further adding to his arousal. But it didn’t just affect him.
In feeling her naked body against his and contemplating the extent of his super-powered sexual stamina, Mary Jane contemplated how to utilize these skills. She actually felt herself moisten at the prospect of being with a man who could fuck longer and harder than any even a professional athlete. It didn’t just make her job as a prostitute easier. It appealed to the woman in her who just really loved sex. It led her to revise parts of her plan for this man tonight. If all went well, she would get every bit as much pleasure out of this as he did.
“Open your eyes, Tiger,” Mary Jane told him, still in an embrace.
Peter did just as she asked. Even seeing her naked and covered in massage oil didn’t do justice to how beautiful she was.
“I think it’s safe to say you’re healed and relaxed now,” she said.
“Yeah…I’d say so,” said Peter with a grin.
“You’re also so greasy and dirty.”
“So are you,” he pointed out coyly.
“That’s why we’re going to shower together. With my help, you’ll be nice and clean.”
“What about you?”
“Well that depends,” said Mary Jane curtly.
“On what?” he asked.
“On just how dirty I’ll need to be to get the job done!”
This woman’s knack for sexual innuendo continued to astonish Peter. Only Mary Jane Watson could make being dirty sound so appealing. Still needing a shower – both after his battle with Hobgoblin and the oily massage she just gave him – he continued to follow her seductive whims.
Upon slipping off his lap, Mary Jane grasped his hand and guided him back to his feet. She then pushed the stool aside with her foot and led him over to the shower. As he remained close, she reached in and turned it on – making sure to bend over and shake her perfectly-shaped butt at him in the process. He grinned playfully and grasped it with his hand, having far fewer reservations than earlier. This woman made it clear she enjoyed intimate contact and he was more than happy to abide.
“Damn, you’ve got a nice ass, Mary Jane,” said Peter.
“I know,” said Mary Jane proudly. “I promise you’ll enjoy it even more soon enough.”
Peter, didn’t doubt her for a second. He was already very much aroused, his penis almost fully erect. His more lustful inclinations urged him to satisfy his desires, but he remained patient – trusting that Mary Jane knew how to satisfy them in a much more effective manner.
Once the water from the shower warmed up, she opened the door and led him inside. Together, they entered a hot, steamy environment – one perfectly in line with the sensual ambience Mary Jane had established. She led him right under the showerhead so that the hot torrent of water poured down his naked body. It didn’t just wash away the dirt and the massage oil. It was deeply invigorating.
“Ah I feel cleaner already,” said Peter. “This definitely beats showering back at my apartment. The water is actually hot!”
“You mean to tell me Spider-Man lives in a place without a decent shower?” said Mary Jane.
“That’s what I’m telling you,” he replied.
“Well that’s just unacceptable!” she said, pretending to be outraged. “Tonight, you’re going to get the pampering you deserve.”
As Peter stood under the shower head and let the water cascade down his body, Mary Jane went to work. She retrieved a bottle of body wash from her vast assortment of toiletries. Just as she did with her massages, Mary Jane paid extra for the premium brand. For clients who paid handsomely to shower with a beautiful woman, she made sure they got their money’s worth. For Peter Parker, she could spare no expense.
After opening the bottle, she splashed some of the water on her body to help wash away some of the oil. Then, she applied some to her hands and onto Peter’s chest. And with the same thorough care she demonstrated earlier, she formed a generous amount of suds on both his body and hers.
“I’m gonna get you nice and clean, Spider-Man,” said Mary Jane playfully. “You’re gonna feel all good and refreshed – ready for more goblin battles.”
“At the rate you’re going, I’ll be ready to take on an army of Hobgoblins!” said Peter confidently.
“Seeing as how one tried to kill me tonight, I guess that makes my job all the more important.”
Mary Jane still maintained the aura of a professional sex worker – one who knew how to maximize her sex appeal while maximizing her customer’s experience. She was as dedicated to her job as he was to being Spider-Man. Something about that made Peter feel even luckier.
With a greater sense of urgency than earlier, Mary Jane worked the suds of soap all over Peter’s body. She backed him away from the pouring water for a moment so she could make sure every part from the neck down was washed. She started from his chest and worked her way over his arms, shoulders, and upper back. She then applied more soap and lathered up his lower back, spreading the suds around his thighs, torso, and legs – paying extra attention to his butt, much to Peter’s approval. Within moments, he was covered in soapy suds. But Mary Jane didn’t just stop there.
“Now for a good scrubbing!” she said eagerly. “Lift your arms.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Peter obediently.
He did as she asked and gave Mary Jane more room to work with. Using the same techniques she demonstrated earlier, she began skillfully working her hands all over Peter’s soapy body. She carefully maneuvered around, like an artist carefully crafting a masterpiece. And just as she had done with her massage and her lap dance, she put her ample breasts to good use and used them to spread the soap and wash his body. At one point, she pressed them up against his chest while she rubbed soap on his rigid manhood. At another, she slipped behind him and reached around – caressing his chest and lightly kissing around his wet face.
It was all so sensual and intimate. While the massage helped him relax, watching Mary Jane tend to his body like this added extra fuel to Peter’s growing desire. He wanted this woman so bad that his hands began trembling. Sensing his desire, Mary Jane got back in front of him and embraced him – allowing some of the soap from his body to transfer to hers. He instinctively returned the favor, eagerly hugging her naked body closer to his – causing his erect manhood to press up against her thighs. As they embraced, the mood became less playful and more intimate.
“Enjoying yourself, Tiger?” said Mary Jane in a deep tone.
“God yes,” replied Peter, matching her tone as best he could.
“But I sense you want more. I sense you want to play a more active role.”
“Your senses are good. It’s like a much sexier version of my spider-sense.”
“Well you’ve been so well-behaved, even for a superhero,” she said, “and since I’ve explored your body so thoroughly, why don’t you explore mine?”
Peter smiled eagerly at the prospect. His hands stopped trembling – now feeling a renewed focus. He had a naked woman in a shower with him – one with a body he had already come to appreciate. Now, he had a chance to appreciate it even more.
Aiding him in his efforts, Mary Jane retrieved the bottle of soap again and handed it to him. Peter didn’t need any further instructions. He broke the embrace and promptly poured a generous amount on his hands. Then, with Mary Jane standing half-way under the showerhead, he began slathering it onto her naked body.
“Mmm…looks like you need a good scrubbing too, Ms. Watson,” said Peter, trying in vain to sound as sexy as her.
“I trust you with my life, Mr. Parker. I certainly trust you to clean my body,” replied Mary Jane.
Taking that task to heart, Peter built up some suds and spread them all over her body. He started with her breasts, which she had been so fond of using earlier. His strong grip evoked a soft purr from her, which helped encourage him.
In an effort to match the same care Mary Jane had shown with him, Peter spread the suds from head to toe – treating her body like the perfect work of art that it was. He spread the suds to other parts of her body, guiding them over her arms, neck, and lower back. As he worked his way down her lower body, he slowed down a bit so he could explore her voluptuous curves – paying extra attention to her thighs and butt. Mary Jane even acknowledged that attention by shaking it so he could watch it bounce.
“So dirty yet so sexy,” said Peter distantly as he gripped her butt.
“That’s a nice way of summing up my butt,” chuckled Mary Jane.
Peter laughed and got more playful with his touching, fondling and teasing her butt before working his way back up. He guided his hands up from her calves all the way back to her shoulders, affectionately caressing every muscle he could along the way. This evoked a soft purr from Mary Jane. The notion that he could make a woman like this feel good excited him even more.
That excitement quickly transformed into greater desire as his hands reached her shoulders. Still standing behind her, Mary Jane showed her appreciation for his touch – leaning back into his grasp – her butt rubbing against his hardened manhood. Sensing she craved more of his touch, Peter reached around with his powerful arms and took her in an embrace. His hands soon found their way back to her breasts, which he gave another firm squeeze. She let out another content purr at the feeling of his grip, reaching back and affectionately caressing his face. No longer just playful touching, their gestures towards one another became full-fledged foreplay.
It evoked more feelings and desires than Mary Jane expected. Being in the arms of a handsome man and having her breasts caressed was bound to provoke a response from her body. She was such a sexual woman. She figured it would happen at some point with this man, but she never imagined it would be this strong. It effectively obscured her once laser-like focus on pleasing this man. Now, her own desires for pleasure began to take hold.
“Peter – such strong hands,” Mary Jane gasped. “Please…touch me more.”
“You mean like this?” grinned Peter, now whispering into her ear like she had done earlier.
He gave her breasts another firm squeeze. He also began kneading them in a way that sent blissful shivers through her body. It felt good, but she still wanted more.
“No…like this,” she said.
Regaining some of her focus, Mary Jane placed her hand over Peter’s and guided it down from her breasts and into the area between her legs. As soon as she felt his hand make contact with the outer folds of her womanhood, she let out a much sharper gasp – one that both surprised and encouraged Peter.
“Here – touch me here! Touch my pussy!” Mary Jane urged him.
“Um…okay,” replied Peter, too captivated by her reaction to question it.
Keeping her hand atop his, Mary Jane urged him to fondle her most intimate areas. He was careful – much more so than most men she let touch her like this. But most men didn’t evoke this kind of desire in her. She encouraged him to show the same fondness for her pussy as he did for her breasts and butt. She soon had him stroking and caressing her folds, heightening her arousal and sending shots of blissful pleasure up through her body.
“Mmm…like that! Just like that!” she gasped.
“Wow. You’re getting…really wet,” said Peter as he felt the growing heat between her legs.
“It’s for…a reason, Tiger – a good one.”
Even through her content gasps, she still sounded so seductive and mischievous. She still had a plan. Peter wasn’t sure that him fondling her like this was part of that plan, but she sure enjoyed it and he enjoyed making her moan like this. With her arousal now almost as intense as his own, he was ready for whatever came next in this elaborate plan of hers.
Mary Jane ended up having to revise that plan again. With their bodies still covered in soapy suds, she originally intended to take turns washing each other off. However, her desire was so great at this point that she didn’t think she could wait for that long. She was prepared to skip a few steps in order to satisfy these desires that had consumed them both.
After letting him fondle her pussy a bit longer, she removed his hand and turned around – never leaving his embrace. Now facing him again, she threw her arms around his neck and crashed her lips against his in a powerful kiss – one that helped communicate the extent of her desire. Peter returned the intensity, tightening his grip on her.
His hands squeezed her butt and her breasts pressed up against his chest again. The feeling of their slick, soapy bodies rubbing up against one another sealed it. This wasn’t just about giving this man the best service a prostitute had ever given a client. This was about satisfying both their desires.
“Peter…I want you to fuck me now,” said Mary Jane intently upon breaking the kiss. “More specifically…I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Your…your ass?” asked Peter, already breathless.
“Yes. I usually don’t offer it during a shower. I usually charge extra and require a condom. But for you – no charges, no requirements – just fuck my ass! Fuck it until you cum!”
Her tone left little room for argument. Her desire was every bit as strong as Peter’s. And this shared desire left him with few reservations.
Mary Jane gave him another hard kiss to add to his certainty. Peter even squeezed her butt a little harder in anticipation. As they kissed, she guided him back against the polished walls of her shower so that she was effectively pinned. She let Peter use this extra leverage to more thoroughly grope her naked body. She also rubbed her thigh up against his manhood, making sure it was fully erect. Finally, she broke the kiss and turned around – presenting her perfectly shaped butt to him.
Peter, following both his desires and the whims of this insanely beautiful woman, actually stumbled somewhat as their bodies shifted – which was quite a feat for someone with spider-powers. He eventually got into position, placing one hand on her butt and guiding his erect penis to her waiting butt. Mary Jane, now leaning up against the wall, spread her legs slightly – allowing him to guide the tip right up to her hole.
“Okay. I’m ready,” said Peter. “Do we um…need any lube or something?”
“No. It’s fine. The soap should be enough,” Mary Jane assured him.
“Are you sure?” he asked with a slight touch of reservation.
“I’m sure, damn it! I’ve been fucked in the ass before. I can handle it! Just stick it in already! I want to feel your cock inside my ass!”
There was a distinct desperation in her voice – one that couldn’t just be from her doing her job as a prostitute. She really wanted this. She was every bit the sexual dynamo she claimed to be. Peter didn’t know a woman like Mary Jane could exist outside his fantasies, but here she was – begging him to fuck her ass.
Not giving it another thought, Peter carefully moved his hips forward and inserted his hardened cock into Mary Jane’s asshole. It was pretty tight, surrounding his manhood in a vice of flesh. It felt so good, but he was still careful. He didn’t have a lot of experience with anal sex. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt this woman who had already given him so much pleasure.
He felt Mary Jane’s body tensed somewhat as he pushed deeper into her. However, she quickly relaxed and the presence of the soap helped make the process smoother than expected. He soon felt her inner muscles stretch accordingly, allowing him to thrust it in all the way.
“It’s in. It’s all the way in!” gasped Mary Jane.
“Mary Jane – your ass is…so tight!” said Peter, still taking in the feeling.
“Then what are you waiting for? Start fucking it!” she exclaimed.
Heeding her demanding desires, as well as his own, Peter began working his dick inside the tight confines of Mary Jane’s ass. Her rectal muscles squeezed and tensed around his manhood, sending sharp shots of pleasure up through his body. As his rigid length slithered and penetrated her depths, Mary Jane let out deep moans of pleasure. If there had been any discomfort at all, then it was long gone.
Assured that Mary Jane’s reaction was one of pleasure, Peter followed his more lustful desires and fucked her harder. He moved his hips back and forth, repeatedly thrusting into her so that his pelvis smacked right up against her butt – their naked flesh colliding in each movement. It was very hot, very erotic, and very pleasurable. Before long, their wet, naked bodies rocked together in a vigorous rhythm.
“Yes! Ohhh yes! Just like that! Fuck my ass…just like that!” Mary Jane exclaimed.
“Ooh Mary Jane! Your ass is…so good – so fucking good!” grunted Peter.
“Yeah! Tell me you like to fuck it!”
“I…I love to fuck it! I love fucking your ass!”
Peter surprised himself, talking so dirty. He wasn’t usually so vulgar. Even Black Cat tempered her language during intimate moments. Mary Jane just had this kind of effect on him. She was so blunt and overt with her sexuality. He couldn’t help but embrace it a little. He quickly found that he liked it – more so than he ever would’ve thought.
His grip on her ass tightened and he widened his stance so he could thrust into her harder. The wet smacking sound of his pelvis colliding with her butt soon filled the shower, mixing in with their heated moans. Mary Jane’s breasts pressed up against the wall while her hands raked down the cold linoleum. At times, she even bucked her hips and arched her back to supplement Peter’s every thrust. It was so hot – the sights, the sounds, and the sensations.
This heated experience sent Peter back to the brink of orgasm. Even though he had climaxed earlier, he craved another. This woman was just that amazing. However, as he kept thrusting into her – moving his hips harder and faster in accord with his desires – something unexpected happened.
“Ooh Peter! You’re…you’re going to make me cum! Fucking my ass – you’re going to make me cum!” Mary Jane exclaimed.
As if to affirm his statement, Mary Jane reached between her legs with one of her hands and fondled her clitoris with her fingers. She was hard and thorough with her touching, as though she had it down to a science. This convinced Peter that she wasn’t faking it. She really was going to have an orgasm. Something about that made his approaching climax even more meaningful.
“Wow. You are one…horny…bitch!” grunted Peter.
“Damn straight, I am!” replied Mary Jane.
He almost sounded surprised. Apparently, she hadn’t made it clear enough earlier that she loved sex and she knew how to enjoy it. This included hot anal sex in the shower. She actually didn’t expect to get this aroused for this part of her plan. Peter Parker just inspired a special desire in her that no ordinary client could. She was not so much a prostitute serving a client anymore. She was just a woman enjoying a good fuck with a great man.
Intent on enjoying it to the fullest, Mary Jane spread her legs a little more so she could give herself just the right amount of stimulation to send her past that special threshold and into a world of ecstasy.
“Ohhh I’m cumming, Peter! I’m cumming!” she exclaimed.
The feeling shot up her body like a rocket – hot, orgasmic pleasure surging through her core and spreading in every direction. The inner muscles of both her vagina and her butt throbbed in accord with this pleasure. Her nails raked down the wall of her shower and she threw her head back as her body contorted to the ecstasy. Her body contorted so hard that she would’ve lost her balance had Peter not had such a strong grip on her ass. He ended up slowing his thrusting, pushing her harder up against the wall. He even took her hand and let her squeeze it, allowing her to convey to him the extent of this pleasure.
Mary Jane had enjoyed plenty of pleasurable sex acts before. That included anal sex as well. But there was something unique about achieving this pleasure with Peter Parker. It wasn’t just that he was Spider-Man and he saved her life. There was something else about this man that made this feeling special. And it was a feeling she wanted him to experience as well.
“So good – that felt…so good,” panted Mary Jane.
“No way that was faked,” commented Peter, who momentarily ceased his thrusting.
“I never fake,” she said proudly. “Now…I want you to feel it too. Keep fucking my ass! Fuck it until you cum!”
She didn’t ask for a moment to catch her breath. She sounded like she needed it too. However, Mary Jane remained dedicated to giving Peter the pleasure she promised.
His desire to experience the same pleasure remained strong. Seeing it in Mary Jane only motivated him even more. Keeping her pinned up against the wall, Peter adjusted his stance again and resumed his thrusting – quickly re-establishing the heated pace from earlier. This time, his movements were more desperate. He craved another release. He had already been close before Mary Jane climaxed. It didn’t take much to get him back to the brink.
“I…I…I’m close, Mary Jane! I’m going to…going to…cum!” grunted Peter.
“Do it! Cum – let it out wherever you want!” she urged him.
With a few more hard thrusts, he reached that special point where the dam holding back his ecstasy broke. As soon as he felt this, he withdrew from Mary Jane’s asshole and pressed his penis right up against the mounds of her butt. For reasons that only a man drunk on lust could understand, he wanted to spray his load onto her heart-shaped butt.
As the white hot sensations of ecstasy surged through his body, Peter steadied his hips and let the feeling wash over him. He let out deep, blissful grunts as streams of seminal fluid shot out from his penis and onto Mary Jane’s butt. His hand soon found its way to his member and he lightly stroked it, extracting every last drop of fluid he could. He ended up releasing more than expected, but not quite as much as he did from the blowjob Mary Jane gave him earlier. It was still more than enough to make an impression.
“That’s it, Tiger. Don’t let a single drop go to waste,” said Mary Jane playfully.
She kept rubbing her butt up against him, helping him extract every last bit of cum. When he finally finished, most of her butt was dripping with his manly fluid. The feeling left Peter panting heavily, the lingering impact of so much pleasure still reverberating throughout his body. His knees almost buckled under the intensity, but Mary Jane made sure he had someone to lean on so he could fully absorb this experience.
Leaning back from the wall, she reached around to caress his face. As she felt his heavy breath on her neck, she turned around to kiss him. When their lips met, the hand on her butt found its way to hers – their fingers becoming entwined as they slipped into another embrace.
Having both experienced powerful orgasms, they clung to one another – this blissful feeling creating a deeper intimacy. In her line of work, Mary Jane usually avoided getting too intimate. Getting too close to a client – no matter how nice and handsome they were – often created complications. In this instance, however, the complications were more the worth it.
“You are…a special kind of sexy, Mary Jane,” said Peter, still catching his breath.
“I try to be,” she said proudly. “Did you enjoy that, Tiger?”
“What? Having anal sex with a smoking hot redhead in a shower? It was okay, I guess,” he said teasingly.
“I get the sense your past lovers weren’t big on anal.”
“To be fair, a lot of people have a hard time believing that anal sex can feel good – especially when you’re on the receiving end,” said Peter.
“Well it does feel good. It feels really good,” said Mary Jane. “I guess your lovers weren’t doing it right.”
“Well my past lovers and I had a lot of…complications. It made everything harder.”
“Including sex?”
“Including sex,” affirmed Peter.
His tone became more serious. Even in his post-orgasmic state, Peter couldn’t forget what happened to the other women he dared to be intimate with. Even in the arms of a beautiful woman like Mary Jane Watson, it was a sobering reminder.
Sensing this shift, Mary Jane turned around so she was facing him again. Staying within his embrace, she wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed his face. She then led him back under the showerhead so the water could pour down both their bodies, washing away the soap and assorted body fluids. But as the water poured down his face, Mary Jane saw in his eyes traces of heartache and loss. Having serviced her share of widowers and divorcees, she knew the signs. A man like Peter, who went out of his way to save people, didn’t deserve that kind of pain.
“Well then let’s not complicate this,” said Mary Jane, now sounding more serious than seductive. “Let’s just wash up, dry off, and get comfortable in bed. I want to make this night fun and memorable for all the right reasons.”
“You already have, Mary Jane,” said Peter with an affectionate smile.
“More than that – I want you to feel safe and comfortable with me. We both put ourselves in a lot of danger in our line of work. Maybe together, we can create a safe haven from all the danger.”
“A safe haven…together,” said Peter distantly.
It sounded so simple yet so necessary. Neither of them could say they had ever enjoyed something like that – a feeling where they felt safe and secure. Peter found himself embracing Mary Jane a little closer. She in turn did the same. Just being in each other’s arms helped them forget about all the problems in their respective lives. Maybe through hot sex and blissful intimacy, they could create something even more special.

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