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Elisa Maza spun around the worn brick corner and pumped her legs down the alleyway, following the glimpse she’d gotten of the Black Cat’s flowing white hair as fast as she could. She knew the cat burglar loved to scamper across rooftops like seemingly every other person in Elisa’s life, but she’d also seen the Black Cat’s wrist-mounted grapple launcher break, which meant the bitch was as earthbound as she was for the time being. And if Elisa could just catch up to her, this would be one closed case off the NYPD’s docket.

There was no sign of Black Cat in the alleyway ahead of her, which meant she must’ve ducked into the side alley that Elisa saw in front of her. And Elisa remembered from her days as a patrolwoman that the side alley was a dead end. She slowed, gun drawn and trained on the mouth of the alley as she approached it. Just as she was about to turn the corner, Elisa heard something indistinct but familiar coming from the dead end. Well, that settled that Black Cat was down there, but what was the noise? Some sort of ambush?

Elisa waited breathlessly, concentrating hard to discern the sound. After a pause, she heard it clearly and recognized what it was. A man’s voice was moaning softly. Thinking he might be hurt, Elisa twisted around the corner, leveling her gun ahead of her. What she saw she could never have expected in a million years.

Spider-Man stood in the middle of the alleyway, with Black Cat on her knees before him. Her zipper was pulled down even lower than it had been before, down to her waist, so that as she rocked her head back and forth, the contours of her plump breasts spilled out of their confines, jiggling almost freely, working their way further loose of the pittance of restraint the catsuit still held them in.

“Eat my prick, damn you!” Spider-Man hissed, pulling on Black Cat’s alabaster hair as she worked her mouth up and down on his prick. From the expression on her face, Elisa could see the woman didn’t mind the abuse. It only made her drag her pink lips faster over Spider-Man’s large erection, clearly unconcerned with the pain of pulling her hair out of Spider-Man’s grip to better seat his cock in her throat. The soft, soulful moans she let out weren’t of pain or distress, but passion.

“Holy shit,” Elisa muttered, unable to look away either from the massive cock Spider-Man sported or how hypnotically Black Cat’s head was bobbing up and down on it. Her juices flowed from her cunt and began to moisten her panties.

She had a fetish for watching this sort of thing—the illicit thrill never failed to excite her—and up until now, she’d never let it affect her work. But seeing such a beautiful woman at work on such a huge cock, Elisa couldn’t help but stop and stare.

“Eat it, Felicia!” Spider-Man demanded, now driving her head down on his cock, staking its length down her throat. “You wanted it, now take it! Take it all!”

“Mmmmph!” Felicia groaned in evident agreement and approval, blinking away the tears of strain that burned in her eyes.

Elisa could almost picture it. Spider-Man had seen Black Cat, or Felicia rather, on the run and swooped down to see what was going on. And clearly they were in some sort of relationship. So, what, in the ten second lead Felicia had on her, the Black Cat had dropped to her knees and began sucking Spider-Man off? Elisa could understand why Spider-Man would let her; and between how many times he’d saved the city and just how big that prick was, she couldn’t argue he didn’t deserve it.

But what was Felicia thinking? Didn’t she know this would guarantee her not getting away? Was she just such a cock-loving whore that she needed one last taste of dick, of cum, before Elisa took her in?

She looked like enough of a slut to do that, Elisa watching enthralled as Felicia swallowed that fat prick again and again and…

***

Felicia felt Peter’s cock throbbing powerfully between her lips, driving her to pump her face onto it, gulping it down as quickly as she could in hopes of working his cum out into her mouth as soon as possible. She swallowed his shaft until his engorged cockhead was at the back of her throat, nearly pushing down into her gullet. Her breasts fully out of her open suit now and heaving with their full weight and suppleness, Felicia tossed herself along the quivering length of Peter’s member, barely able to wait for the moment when she could swallow his cum, lick her lips, and see in his eyes that she still gave him the best fellatio he’d ever have.

“Ggh! Get ready, cocksucker! You’re gonna get one hell of a load!” Spider-Man gasped, his fingers in her hair, squeezing her head until the blood pounded in Felicia’s temples.

Felicia’s gloved hand wrapped around the base of Peter’s manhood, slow enough to tantalize him, thus taking him somewhat off-guard when she started stroking him hard. Her hand jerked up and down his shaft with a tight grip on his length, and tight suction from Felicia’s ovaled lips around Peter’s cockhead. She didn’t just want him to come—she wanted to drink his seed right from his balls.

“MMmm! Nnh!” Felicia groaned, her tongue spiraling around the fiery end of Peter’s manhood. Then she let her lips suckle at it, milking the precum leaking from his tip. Her mind spun as she alternated between lashing her tongue at his cockhead and sucking madly at his glans. She switched between pleasing Spider-Man and savoring his precum so rapidly that it was like she was doing both at once.

“Hhn! Ggph!” Peter threw his head back, his balls pounding inside his scrotum. “God, Cat, you little slut! I’m going to let you have every drop!”

Felicia’s lips tightened like a vise just behind the collar of Peter’s cockhead. Her fist pounded down the length of his erection and it flexed against her palm, signaling its readiness to give her the cum that her mouth and hand were begging for. A moment later, after a stiff tremor, a jet of salty cum splashed all over Felicia’s sucking mouth, from her tongue to her palate.

“Uuuulph!” Felicia gurgled, her face twisting into an expression of absolute contentment as she sucked more sedately, still addicted to Peter’s cum—she always would be—but now overwhelmed by just how much she was getting. It was almost enough to satisfy even her.

Felicia gulped convulsively, running her hands over her own exposed body as if she could feel it warming with the cum running down her throat and filling her belly. And more still flooded her mouth. She tongued Peter’s spurting cockhead, trying to make his cum flow faster as it blasted explosively against her tongue.

“Take it all!” Peter roared. “Swallow that cum—all of it—everything!”

“Mmrh!” Felicia moaned as his cock gave one final push between her lips, a lash spurt of jism hitting her tongue like a claiming mark. Felicia swallowed it, then pulled her mouth off of Peter.

“It doesn’t matter whether you’re sucking or fucking, you’re always my little cum dumpster, aren’t you?” Peter asked weakly, looking through slitted eyes at the beauty who could have any man she wanted, but loved little more than to surrender to him.

***

Elisa has been in a trance watching the blowjob, excited like an adrenaline rush by watching the whorishness with which Felicia ate a cock that would be too much for a lesser woman. But now that it was over, she remembered her duty. No matter how her pussy throbbed or how her mouth seemed to quiver for the taste that had to be filling Felicia’s senses right now, she couldn’t get Felicia off—let her off.

She raised her sidearm, training it on the kneeling Felicia. “Okay, Black Cat, you’ve had your fun! Now get up and turn towards me, hands raised!”

Spider-Man cocked his head at the gunwoman accosting them. It was only his post-orgasm sluggishness that slowed him down long enough to realize it was a police detective before he acted. “Cat, what’d you do—“

“Relax, Spider, it’ll be fine,” Felicia purred, putting one leg up, still kneeling on the other. Her eyes scanned over Elisa. “Look—Elisa, right?”

“Detective Maza!” Elisa bellowed.

“Elisa,” Felicia said firmly. “You know you don’t want to bring me in. If you did, you would’ve done it while I had my mouth wrapped around Spider’s cock, not after I sucked out the biggest load you’ve ever seen. Why don’t you forget whatever little law I bent to get you pissed off at me and come over here? Join the party?”

“Felicia, what the hell—“ Spider-Man started.

“Don’t pretend you’re not into her,” Felicia interrupted. “We both know she’s a looker. Even in that butch little jacket, don’t you just want to fuck her brains out? Don’t answer that, Spider—I can tell your cock likes the idea.”

And Elisa could see it was true. Even after the massive load he’d pumped down Felicia’s throat, his prick was stiffening again, getting just as big and long as it had been with the Black Cat’s mouth flowing all over it. Felicia smiled smugly, her eyes dancing over Elisa, picking up the warming excitement in her dark features.

“Think you can give him a better suck-off than me, Detective? I wouldn’t be surprised if you gave me a run for my money. Those nice, cocksucker lips look like they know just how to treat a man. And we can trust Spidey here to be honest. He is a superhero, after all. He won’t lie that I’m better just because I’m his little whore.” Felicia smirked at the stiffness that suddenly went through Elisa. “Ooh… you like the sound of that, don’t you? Being his slut. Come over here then. Get started. I don’t mind sharing this big cock. It’s not like I could ever handle it on my own. I’d rub my throat raw if I tried.”

Elisa’s gun wavered. Then lowered. As though entranced once again by the sight of Felicia fucking her own face on that rising erection—but now picturing herself sucking at it until it gave up Spider-Man’s creamy seed—Elisa wandered closer and closer to the two of them.

Felicia stood up and backed out of the way, her hand taking hold of Spider-Man’s member and stroking it to its full hardness in preparation for Elisa, who belatedly returned her gun to its holster, then went down to her knees. Felicia took her hand away from Peter’s cock to make room for Elisa; licking her glove to savor the remaining taste of her lover’s essence.

She would wait until they were both good and absorbed in the fun before she ditched them, and until then, she would enjoy the show. And take pride in doing her part to get New York’s undersexed public servants properly laid.