A Buffet of Pussy Pt. 4 (Marvel) (Patreon)

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Themes: Denial Play, Loving Sex, Bondage

Summary: Fourth and Final Part of A Buffet of Pussy. MJ's modeling career falls off, and she ends up crawling back to her successful ex, Peter. It's not in Peter's nature to deny a desperate woman in need... but his first three wives certainly might have something to say about MJ's gold digging attitude. If she wants back in, she'll have to earn it over a long, LONG period of time. 

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“Oh yes, Peter, yes! God your cock feels so good inside of me!”

“Nnngh…”

“Oh, do be quiet. You don’t have any room to talk, and you know it. You had your chance to have him all to yourself, didn’t you Mary Jane? And you blew it. Just like you no doubt blew every talent agent and photographer with a half-decent set up before finally coming crawling back here, didn’t you?”

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Mary Jane Watson wasn’t… wasn’t supposed to be reduced to THIS. But as Felicia’s words wash over her, as the white-haired former cat burglar’s amused tone fills her ears, MJ slumps, knowing deep down inside… that Felicia Hardy is right.

She’d been a fool to let a catch like Peter Parker slip through her fingers. Never mind the fantastic sex they’d always had on account of his enhanced physique due to his spider powers… somehow, he’d gone from being damn near broke to the owner of his own company and incredibly rich besides, practically overnight!

One might be led to think that she’d been holding him back, or something. But she’d been so sure that it was Peter who was holding HER back, rather than the other way around. Her modeling career had been taking off, but there were all these rumors being spread about Peter being involved with all of these other gorgeous women.

MJ knew that behind the scenes, any of the women he was seen with were usually just heroines or villainesses in their civilian identities. Felicia Hardy was a great example of that, the white-haired cat burglar moonlighting as Black Cat. She LOVED to harass MJ’s boyfriend in her civilian identity though.

Likewise, Tigra and White Tiger, two other heroines who’s real names were Greer Grant and Ava Ayala, were always hanging around her boyfriend in their civilian identities as well. MJ was well aware that Peter would never cheat on her, but in the end, it wasn’t about what he had done or not done. The world didn’t actually work on facts or logic in the twenty-first century. It worked on perception.

Her industry perceived her boyfriend to be an unfaithful horndog, and so MJ’s star power took a hit. It didn’t matter that she was objectively gorgeous BY all of the modern fashion industry’s incredibly subjective standards of female beauty. The perspective that someone like her could be cheated on by someone like Peter, even if it was an affair of the heart and nothing more, damaged her reputation.

MJ had been backed into a corner, and when she’d put it all on Peter and he’d made what she considered to be the wrong decision, she’d cut him loose. It wasn’t her; it was him… and without him there to be the albatross around her neck, MJ figured she could finally get somewhere in life.

Unfortunately, she’d been dead wrong. And honestly, that was part of what made Felicia’s words hurt that much more. No, MJ hadn’t sold her body to any agents or photographers or fashion gurus or producers or… or anything. But she’d certainly been expected to.

It was odd. When she was dating Peter, all those nasty rumors seemed like the worst thing that could possibly happen to her, they felt incredibly damaging to her career. But while things had gone swimmingly for maybe a month or two once she cut Peter loose… after that, the offers and suggestions and coercion started up. If MJ wanted to make it anywhere else in her career, or heaven forbid, hop from modelling to movies, she would need to make sacrifices. Deep, personal sacrifices.

Part of her almost wished she’d gone for it and not balked the first time it happened. But she wasn’t that kind of girl, and after her first rejection, she couldn’t bring herself to accept any of the other poisoned apples thrown her way. Suddenly, men who she’d thought she’d known wanted more from her. They wanted access to her body. She was single, after all. So why not, right?

Well, she still had her dignity. And that dignity had sunken MJ’s career as surely as anything else. She understood now… the rumors about Peter cheating on her were nothing compared to being left alone in the world of modeling and stardom without her tiger by her side.

Unfortunately, crawling back to him wasn’t so easy when the man was now rich and in a committed relationship with SIX other women. And so, those sacrifices MJ hadn’t wanted to make… she found herself making them now. All for a chance to get back with the man she’d only realized too damn late that she loved.

As all of this goes through her head, MJ looks at Felicia, who is currently next to her. The red head is kneeling there on the floor in the center of the bedroom, her body bound up in rope bondage, her arms behind her back, and a ball gag in between her ruby red lips. As she kneels there, part of her penance for leaving Peter in the first place, Felicia looks down at her… and a flash of sympathy enters her eyes, before she smirks slightly.

“I know, I know… you’re not that kind of gal. If you were, we wouldn’t even be here. You wouldn’t have been allowed to get close to Peter again, if you didn’t love him.”

Leaning in close, Felicia’s breath ghosts across MJ’s ear, making her shiver.

“You’re halfway there now, sweetheart. Just sit tight, wait it out… and we’ll get around to you soon enough.”

That was easy for Felicia to say. Not so easy for MJ to put into practice, when she’d had to kneel here for the past two hours while Peter roughly fucked silly three incredibly gorgeous mutant women. Emma Frost, Ororo Munroe, and Mystique all lay sprawled out naked in varying splayed poses in different spots all across the room.

Peter was relentless with them all, with it being explained to MJ just how he… got involved with the three mutants. She had been told about Storm’s intentions of ‘conquering’ Peter and taking his harem for herself. She had been told about Emma’s deep seated desire to submit. She had even been told about Mystique’s infiltration and subsequent defeat and submission at Peter’s hands and cock.

He hadn’t held back with any of the three, and MJ had to admit… it’d made her sopping wet, watching him fuck them all silly. But that was then. This was now. Now, Peter had moved onto his three main wives, the trio of women who MJ had initially assumed ‘tricked’ her boyfriend into marrying them, when she first heard about the scandal through the grapevine some time ago.

Now though? As Tigra bounces up and down on his cock, her burnt orange hair almost taunting MJ as it seemed to serve as a replacement for her? Now, Peter is laying back and taking it slower. He’s still thrusting up into Tigra from below of course, fucking her silly, but it’s more her doing it to herself than anything, with him showering her with love and affection.

As Tigra cries out and cums again upon Peter’s cock, he grunts and pulls her down his length one final time before filling her with his seed.

The three mutants are all in varying stages of pregnancy by this point, but the other three, the trio who had married Peter first, have all given birth by now to their own children. Which means their bodies have already recovered from their pregnancies and are currently in that optimal post-pregnancy state that leaves MJ incredibly jealous of their taut tummies, fuller breasts, and flared birthing hips.

They also seem incredibly eager to get another baby in each of them as soon as fucking possible. Certainly, Tigra outright HOLDS her cunt as she climbs off of him, wanting to keep every single drop inside of her.

Next up is White Tiger. She takes Tigra’s place without hesitation, sinking down onto Peter’s still-hard cock then and there. As MJ watches this, as she imagines it being her instead in the other woman’s place, a whine leaves her throat, and even muffled by the ball gag as it is, Felicia still hears. Chuckling beside her, the cat burglar runs her hands along MJ’s bound body, shaking her head.

“Don’t be jealous. It’ll serve you no good here, Mary Jane. This is the new paradigm. It’ll never be just you and Peter, ever again. Like I said, you missed your chance to hold his loyalty close and never let it go. Now… now he’s learned that he’s more than capable of satisfying multiple women.”

MJ can’t help but blush at that. It’s true, and she’s left wondering how the hell he ever survived with just her to have sex with before. To be fair, when they had free time, they really went at it. Like, full-blown marathon sex for hours upon hours if their days off coincided with one another. Indeed, it was one of the few ways she could ever get Peter to not go out as Spider-Man for a night… just offer him her body to slake his insatiable lusts upon.

Of course, that very rarely worked forever. He had a Saving People streak a mile long. Except… except, they’d figured it out, hadn’t they?

Spider-Man hadn’t completely disappeared off the face of the planet, but he HAD been somewhat less visible in recent times. As one of the few who knew his real identity, it wasn’t hard for MJ to figure out what happened. He got responsible. Her ex had, in her absence, gotten hoodwinked by three beautiful ladies, knocked them up… and then grown-up super fucking fast.

Instead of risking his life every night in that damn suit, he’d taken his genius intellect and built not just a future for himself and his growing family, but also a future for plenty of others. His company was making technology that would help hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people. The innovations they were coming out with were shaking up the market, so much so in fact that even Mystique had been hired to do something about him.

Of course, after Mystique’s ‘disappearance’ (meaning she fell off the face of the Earth to become Peter and his harem’s full time shapeshifting sex pet) not even his enemies were making overt moves against him anymore. They were all too cautious not, too afraid of what he was going to do next and just who he had on his side to protect him from their efforts.

In the end, it wasn’t Peter who was holding MJ back. It was her who had been holding him back. She saw that now. She saw how really, what Peter truly needed was multiple women both capable of satisfying his hungering libido AND depending on him to get his act together. She, by herself, was never going to cut it. She could never have pushed Peter to reach his full potential.

Over on the bed, White Tiger cries out for the seventh time since impaling herself on his cock, and in a move that MJ is getting quite familiar with, she slams herself down on his dick as he grips her ass cheeks tight and empties his balls into her. As he fills her womb just like he did Tigra, Felicia lets out another chuckle.

“My turn. Be a good girl and watch closely now. You’re almost up, MJ~”

Whimpering and squirming in her bondage, MJ does as she’s told. What else CAN she do? She watches Felicia stand up and saunter over to the bed with that seductive sway to her hips that MJ has always admired and tried to emulate on the runway. She watches as the Black Cat climbs up onto the bed and crawls over to Peter, before climbing onto him and dropping herself onto his cock.

She watches, as the white-haired cat burglar begins to ride MJ’s tiger to kingdom cum, feeling entirely left out. She wants nothing more than to be in Felicia’s place right now, to have been in the place of any one of the other five women who had gone before Felicia.

… But at the same time, she knows the cat burglar is right. There’s no point in being jealous or coveting what the other women have. She’s never going to be Peter’s only priority ever again. In the end… all she can really hope for is to be a part of his life.

Broke and destitute, MJ’s career as a model is over, unless she wants to become some sleazy asshole’s sex pet instead. Her career as a movie star, meanwhile, was nonexistent and never materialized. Her choices are bad… but coming back to Peter and his harem and begging for forgiveness is the best of the entire list, in her opinion.

Better to be Peter Parker’s sex pet, then some small dicked bastard with more money than sense. Better to be one of Peter’s many women, rather than the trophy wife to some skeevy cocksucker who just wants to parade her around on his arm.

On the bed, Felicia moans, throwing her head back and gasping for breath, begging Peter for more. He gives it to her, one hand on an ass cheek as he bounces her up and down on his cock, and the other on one of her breasts. She looks like she’s having the time of her life, and Peter… Peter looks happy as well.

Kneeling there, tied up and gagged as she is, MJ just watches all of this mournfully, knowing she fucked up, and wanting nothing more than to take it back. But alas, she can’t change the past… all she can do is try to be a part of the future.

And so, after Peter finishes inside of Felicia and the Black Cat crawls off the bed and saunters over to her, MJ doesn’t fight it when Felicia grabs her by the back of the complex rope bondage laced over her torso and yanks her to her feet.

“Your turn, MJ.”

“Mmm?”

“No, the rope and gag stay on. You’re just a toy for Peter right now, not even a pet. You’ll have to earn more than that. If it were up to him, you’d be forgiven instantly… but even if we all have you to thank for giving us this chance, me and the girls talked about it… you’re going to have to work very, very hard to get into not just his good graces, but ours as well~”

As she speaks, Felicia leads MJ over onto the bed and into position. She forces MJ to kneel over Peter’s cock and fits it against her slit. Her hands are on MJ’s hips though, and she holds her steady as MJ wiggles, moaning even from just that as she slides back and forth along his cockhead. Peter looks… distant, but with a spark of affection in his eyes.

Felicia is right, he would forgive MJ in a heartbeat if the other girls weren’t there to stop it. And… she doesn’t deserve his forgiveness. Not yet. Not that easily. And so, MJ relaxes and lets Felicia control everything as she prepares to begin earning her right back into Peter’s life and heart… one step at a time.