A Buffet of Pussy Pt. 3 (Marvel) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Rough Sex

Summary: Part 3 of A Buffet of Pussy. Peter's company has become so damn successful that other organizations are beginning to attempt corporate espionage to ferret out his secrets. After a few failures, his desperate competitors turn to a bored Mystique. The shapeshifter has zero loyalty to her employers, and is more interested in finding out exactly how Peter managed to snag two gorgeous mutants. When she pretends to be Emma Frost, Peter's new secretary, she learns plenty. 

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Mystique was curious, but not for the same reasons as everyone else. Peter Parker had come onto the corporate stage and started throwing his weight around in recent months. Parker Industries was taking the world by storm, and the middling players in the financial sector were finally taking notice. Those at the top could have cared less. Stark Industries, for instance, wasn’t so much as touched by Peter’s efforts.

But other smaller fish in the game were, and they didn’t like it. They didn’t like that Peter and his company could just show up and carve out a section of the pie for themselves in such a short amount of time. It wasn’t ‘fair’ in their eyes. So of course, they’d sent in corporate spies and saboteurs in an effort to bring the company and its handsome, young and charming CEO down a peg.

That hadn’t worked out in their favor, but that was mostly due to these middling players not exactly knowing who or what they were dealing with. Technically, Peter’s identity as Spider-Man was a secret. In the right circles, there were people who knew. Mystique for instance, was not an idiot and had a million different secrets like Peter’s floating around in her head. She picked and chose how she used that information, however.

That said, while Peter’s identity was an open-secret to many, it was still very much unknown to the enemies he was currently making by being so damn successful. And so, they’d stepped right into it, and gotten their asses handed to them by Parker Industries’ security forces, which were rather more than they were expecting.

Which was why Mystique was called in. She was hired through an intermediary of course, under one of her aliases. They didn’t even know she WAS Mystique, her identity as the blue-skinned Mutant Supremacist not really conducive to a professional working life. Luckily, when you could be anyone, it was easy to get work as any number of clandestine identities.

Not that Mystique gave two shits about the people who had hired her or the middlemen who had contacted her on their behalf. She knew who they were of course, their intermediaries hadn’t hidden them from HER gaze, but beyond that… their goals and the mission they’d hired her for didn’t matter. Mystique had only taken the job for the scant bits of intelligence in the dossier that came with it. And she’d only wanted that… because she was curious.

Peter Parker was Spider-Man, but until a while ago, Spider-Man was just a guy who patrolled the streets of New York. Sure, he tangled with foes like the Kingpin and others from time to time, but it wasn’t like he was Big League or anything like that. He’d stumbled into a couple things here and there, but all around…

Well, the point was, that had all changed when he’d gone off to Utah and gotten married to three women at once. And even that would have done little more than raise Mystique’s brow in mild surprise, but then after that, he’d snapped up two of the most powerful mutant women in the world as well.

She was currently embodying one of those women. After joining Peter’s new harem, Emma Frost had actually taken up a position at Parker Industries as the young CEO’s secretary. A huge demotion, given the sort of things Emma had been up to before now, but all the same… well, it was just rather odd. Emma and Storm had to have found something admirable about Peter that made them decide to bed down with him and his wives, but for the life of her, Mystique didn’t understand it.

Well, she would soon, she was sure. Having made up the proper excuses to make sure Emma would be away for the day taking care of other things, she was sat behind the blonde psychic’s desk, working as her, as Peter’s secretary. And a glance at the man’s digital calendar shows that he’s got a nice big chunk of time squared away for Emma in just a couple of minutes. That time, is now Mystique’s.

As if summoned by her thoughts, the intercom at her desk suddenly flares to life.

“Emma? Can you come in here please?”

Smiling, Mystique reaches over and presses the button to respond.

“Of course, sir.”

Standing from her desk, she sashays her way into Parker’s office, stepping into the room to find him sat behind his desk. As she reaches the middle of the office after a few feet, he presses a button and the whole place locks down. The door closes shut, and a lock can be heard, while the windows are all covered in metal shutters.

Mystique’s eyes, or rather, Emma’s eyes widen, and for a moment she stands there, frozen. Has she been discovered? Does he know she’s not Emma Frost? Perhaps she shouldn’t have tried to mimic a psychic…

Rising from his desk, Peter begins to unbutton his arm cuffs, and Mystique tenses up, ready for a fight. But then he gives her a curious look.

“Something wrong, Emma?”

Wait, he doesn’t know? Swallowing, Mystique plasters her most vapid smile on her lips, not sure how Emma and Peter act when they’re alone together.

“No, darling.”

Peter looks at her oddly, before frowning.

“That’s sir to you, Ms. Frost. I see you’re feeling feisty today. We’ll have to up the usual punishment. Now, strip.”

Mystique pauses for only half a beat, before reaching up and beginning to strip naked. Either Peter knew who she was and had the biggest pair of balls she’d ever seen… or this was truly the relationship between him and Emma Frost. Emma, one of the most powerful mutants in the world, a former White Queen of the Hellfire Club… was acting the part of submissive secretary to the CEO of Parker Industries.

It boggled the mind, but Mystique was always too curious for her own good. She strips out of her clothing, technically Emma’s seeing how she stole the entire outfit straight from the woman’s closet. Reaching the point where she’s left in just her snow-white underwear, Mystique pauses for a moment, and is pleased when Peter nods, stepping up to her. He doesn’t expect her to FULLY get naked, just almost all the way there.

Then, he pulls out his cock and it takes all of Mystique’s control not to go bug-eyed at the size. Holy FUCK, Peter Parker was hung like a damn horse.

“Drop. Hands behind your back.”

If he wanted her to kneel, he would have said so… and so Mystique drops into a crouch instead, staying up on Emma’s high heels as she brings herself down to eye level with Peter’s cock. She has her mouth open without him having to order it, and as he fills her maw with his massive member, Mystique can’t help but gurgle a little bit. Looking up at him, it’s to find him smirking down at her.

“Bit eager today, aren’t we Ms. Frost?”

What, did Emma usually play hard to get with this mammoth-sized member? Silly girl… there weren’t many men who could boast a cock this size. Certainly not many men who could potentially satisfy a size queen like Mystique. It came with the territory of being a shape-shifter. Her pussy wasn’t LOOSE by any stretch of the imagination, but it COULD stretch much further than any other woman.

Once upon a time, she’d gotten a taste of a truly fat dick, long ago… and ever since, she’d been chasing the next high. It had nothing to do with ethnicity or racial bias or anything like that, in Mystique’s experience. Big, fat dicks could be found in any place, in any culture, so long as a size queen knew what she was looking for.

Even still, as she bobs up and down on Peter’s pecker with increasing gusto, Mystique contemplates that this might just be the biggest she’s ever seen.

“Fuuuck Emma…”

From the way Peter groans and places a hand atop her head, from the way he throws his head back as she goes to town on him, Mystique is definitely surprising him. She’s probably acting out of character, which isn’t something the professional shapeshifter does too often. She just can’t get enough of his cock… she wants it, no she NEEDS it inside of her.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

Face fucking herself on his dick, her currently pale tits bouncing around in her snow-white bra, the transformed woman deep-throats Peter’s member, until finally he lets out a grunt.

“Here it comes!”

Wait, no! She wants it in her cunt, damn it! But Peter’s grip tightens on her hair, reminding Mystique belatedly that this is no baseline human man. She could have broken free in a few moments more, but as is, he’s cumming down her throat a second later with only that prior warning and without so much as a by-your-leave.

Mystique gurgles as she’s forced to swallow his seed speedily, lest she drown in his hot, sticky cum. It fills and fills her throat and mouth, and even with her drinking down the vast majority, she STILL ends up with bulging cheeks and jizz dripping down out of her nostrils and onto her chin. Looking up at Peter somewhat glazed, Mystique feels a little disappointed. She wanted him inside of her…

Before she can even begin recovering however, Peter surprises her… by slapping his fat cock down across her face. His still-hard member causes Mystique’s eyes to widen as she stares cross-eyed at his dick.

“Ready for Round Two, bitch?”

Oh yes… yes, she fucking was.

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Emma is in a panic, by the time she makes it to Peter’s office. She’d known immediately that someone was trying to get her away from the Company with that little gambit of theirs. She’d done what she considered the best move possible, under the circumstances, and moved to spring the trap. Only, there was no special forces group or evil villains or Sentinel waiting for her at the other end of that particular rabbit hole.

She’d been confused… until she’d called in with security to make sure everything was alright, only to have them ask why she was asking when she’d been hard at work right outside of the CEO’s office all day long. The realization that Emma had been… r-replaced by a lookalike had horrified her, and she’d rushed back to Parker Industries as fast as humanly possible.

Unfortunately, Peter’s Office was on lockdown, and not even security was allowed in when it was like that. Only Emma herself had access. And so here she was, racing up to the door, using her biometrics along with a psychic imprint to end the lockdown, and rushing inside, ready to fight off whoever had replaced her.

“OOOOH~ Yes! FUCK ME HARDER! DON’T STOP! OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!”

… She’s not sure what she’s expecting, but the sight of Peter fucking a familiar blue-skinned shapeshifter over the side of his desk, plowing into her hard and fast while Mystique in her base form clung to the hefty piece of mahogany furniture for dear life and begged him for more… wasn’t it.

Belatedly realizing that she has the door open, and Mystique’s voice is beginning to carry, Emma quickly steps inside and closes it shut behind her, blushing a bit as she… well, as she picks up the thoughts of the two people in the room with her. Peter is as confident as ever, without the arrogance that she’s gotten used to most men in power having. Mystique, meanwhile… Emma is shocked to see what she sees in the shapeshifter’s mind. This isn’t some ploy… she’s really going for this.

“Peter, I…”

“Coming to warn me about the spy in my midst?”

Peter chuckles as Emma strides closer, blushing and nodding. Without missing a beat or a thrust into Mystique’s clenching, cumming quim, Peter rears back a hand and spanks the blue-skinned beauty right on the ass.

SMACK!

“Eep! M-More! Fucking rock my world! Spank me MORE!”

Scoffing, Peter doesn’t do so. Instead, he gropes Mystique’s behind, squeezing and kneading her ass cheeks.

“I’m not just going to do it because you told me to, pet. We’ve talked about this.”

“… P-Please…”

Holy shit. Sure, Peter had rocked Emma and Storm’s worlds and left them completely and utterly enamored with him. But they’d both known what they were getting into. Or at least, Emma had. Storm had had some silly thoughts about somehow dominating Peter, but that hadn’t gone well for her.

Mystique though… who could have guessed that all the shapeshifting size-queen needed was Peter Parker’s big fat cock? In hindsight, it made sense, but wow, Emma was still somewhat floored. And surprised wasn’t something the psychic was used to being.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

As Peter spanks Mystique’s blue ass silly after she begged for it properly, he also looks to Emma and smiles.

“She didn’t last long before exposing herself. Already told me all about her employers… typed up the relevant information and sent it off to the proper people while she sucked my balls for apology. Now… now, Raven and I are merely negotiating the finer details of our future relationship.”

Heh, he was even calling Mystique by her first name. If nothing else, Peter worked fast. Still, glancing down at Mystique, Emma narrows her eyes.

“… I know what she wants.”

Mystique freezes up under Emma’s scrutiny, no doubt realizing that in this, her moment of exquisite weakness, her mind is laid bare to the psychic in a way it’s never been before.

“Oh?”

Peter’s tone is curious, as Emma looks around the room for a moment before finding the handsome man’s discarded belt. Bending down to pick it up, she walks back over to the pair fornicating atop the desk and holds it out to him.

“She wants to be collared. She wants to be owned. This’ll do for now, until you can get her the real deal.”

Peter takes the belt from her, brow furrowed as if he’s struggling to believe it. It’s not that he doesn’t trust her, Emma knows as much, but… well, she gets it. She wouldn’t believe it herself, if she weren’t seeing it psychically.

Pulling the belt open, giving it a quick snap, Peter looks down at Mystique… who hesitates for only a moment before lifting her head and offering him her neck. At that, Peter quickly wraps the belt around her throat and cinches it tight. As far as makeshift collar and leashes go, it’s not a bad one. Once he’s got it properly in place, Peter tugs backwards, causing Mystique to gasp as her spine arches and her tits bounce and jiggle all over the place with every thrust he makes into her sopping wet cunt.

“This what you want, Raven?”

“… Yessss… please Master… please fuck your horny little pet silly~”

Emma smiles and begins stripping naked, as Peter proceeds to do just that. He fucks Mystique hard and fast, while Emma exposes and then plays with herself to the sight. It’ll be her turn next. She hopes Peter will tie her up and fuck her silly, treating her like the fuck toy he was supposed to during their scheduled time today. Maybe he’ll even punish her, for letting Mystique slip past her defenses.

All’s well that end’s well, but Emma knows she’s fucked up… and she can’t WAIT for Peter to take her to task, just as he’s doing with Mystique~