Spider-pets update (Patreon)

Mary Jane leaned against Felicia, rubbing her face against the cat burglar’s cheek. “And now I see why Peter wanted to share. If he’s not enough for me, how can I be enough for him?”

Peter laughed. Mary Jane smiled, her lips so close to Felicia’s that the cat burglar could feel it. “He thinks I’m joking…”

“Careful, Peter, I think you created a monster,” Felicia said. “Guess there’s a reason to keep us chained up, too.”

“It does simplify things,” Peter said, pulling on both their leashes again. “And makes it real easy to show you horny cunts that I’m enough for two of you. Two of you and every hole you have…”

***

Gwen heard Peter’s low chuckle and knew that he was behind her, taking a look at her bare cunt—maybe kneeling down and about to fuck it. Like Mary Jane and Felicia, she was bitchsuited and blindfolded and collared, her naked body only adorned by her bondage. She’d heard Peter’s usage of her fellow wives and now that they’d had their turn, he would attend to her needs. It was only fair.

Much as she enjoyed the blindfold, though, Gwen wished she could see him. Was he naked? He had to be—letting MJ and Felicia feel his bare flesh, then coming straight from them to make use of her—his firm, chiseled musculature now ready to give her the fucking she needed and so desperately wanted. Seeing it would be nice, but the lust she found in the darkness of the blindfold was far sweeter…

“Oh, Gwen,” Peter rasped in her ears. She could hear the lustful grin come through his voice. “I see MJ and Cat and I think that they’d be enough to satisfy me—to satisfy a much more libidinous man than me. Then I come in here and see you and I’m horny all over again. I need more. All the ‘more’ you can give me.”

“It’s all yours, Peter. I don’t mind going last. With them already satiated, you can spend so much more time on me—“ Gwen smirked. “Instead of rushing through taking care of them so you can get to whoever’s next.”

“Gwen,” Peter said chidingly, “if you could see the way you looked—the way all of you looked—you’d know I wouldn’t rush one single second.”

His grin was twisted and lascivious, something she’d sooner expect to see on a rapist than on the man she loved. She didn’t have to look at it. Gwen heard it in his voice, in the rasping snarl spoken with deceptive gentleness. But she knew that lust was only to find new ways to satisfy her. As much as he pleased himself by using her, he pleased Gwen far more. There was no way he could be more contented by what he did to her than she was…

Peter reached underneath her suddenly, clasping a hand over her dangling breasts and rolling one thoroughly over her chest. Then his other hand swept down her flat belly to her groin and grabbed her sex hard, feeling the full measure of its heat.

Gwen gasped and cried out with the bluntness of how he touched her. As used as she was to her bitchsuit, she didn’t realize just how helpless and vulnerable she was until Peter felt her up like this to remind her.

“Sorry, babe,” Peter said sarcastically. “If you could see yourself like this, you wouldn’t be able to resist doing this either.”

“Ohhh, don’t!” Gwen cried with equal sarcasm, feeling Peter grind his grip harshly into her pussy—delight blooming inside her as the pressure of his touch went deep into her folds. “You know I hate to be groped and fucked and used like a little sex slave!”

She bent low at the waist, pressing her head down against the carpet while shoving her firm ass back and up, into the air until it pressed against Peter’s body. She felt his hardening shaft on her upturned ankle and knew that he hadn’t dressed since he’d finished with MJ and Felicia. His cock was still gloriously naked, still warm, wet from either one of the women or from his own seed. Gwen moaned as the moisture streaked across her toned buttocks, Peter shifting his hips to mark her with his prick.

“What about when it’s me?” Peter asked her.

“Oh, well then of course I love it, master,” Gwen replied lightly.

Peter took over then, manipulating Gwen’s body as she couldn’t, as her bondage had trained her not to. Her legs were braced apart. Her hair was brushed out of the way so he could see the expression on her face and the blindfold giving even her lovely visage a sheen of his possession—as though the collar wasn’t enough. But it really wasn’t. That could just be a fashion statement. With the blindfold on, literally all Gwen saw was that she belonged to him.

His hands swept over her naked buttocks and opened them lasciviously. His finger slid with a degrading sense of ownership along the perfect curve of her rounded, muscular ass. It circled her puckered anus, making Gwen moan with shame and anticipation. Peter went underneath to her slit and pressed another finger into her womanhood, swirling it around in the lust he’d made her feel.

“Oh God!” Gwen gasped.

“I’ll settle for master,” Peter quipped.

He drew his finger out, dripping wet with her arousal, and smeared that dampness around her anus. A few moments later, it was throbbing obscenely from the stimulation, as well as thoroughly lubricated. But as loving as he could be with her, Peter expected Gwen’s holes to be ready for him at all times, his personal property, to be used at a moment’s notice. So he only gave her the bare minimum of preparation before he jammed his middle finger in up to the palm.

“Ahhhh! Peter!” Gwen cried into the carpet. Blood pounded in her temples as her master rested his weight against her back, holding her down in her steepled position.