Mary Jane's Tangled Web

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Mary Jane’s Tangled Web

Part 4

Teeth gnash. Muzzles flash. Bullets rip through the air. Blood spills on the city sidewalk. A small-scale war is breaking out right in front of the Hammer Time Strip Club. Two rival gangs were out for blood and no one could stop it.

Or that is, almost no one.

Swinging from his rooftop perch Spider-Man enters the fray. Four small time hoods are knocked to the floor as New York’s nimblest hero takes matters into his own hands. Shooting his webs in mid air, he disarms two hitters and arcs his jump toward his next target. Landing and spinning three more fall in a red and blue blur.

The bravest of the mobsters train their guns on the newest combatant. Each wants to be the man who got the bug. Each misses as the webbed wonder dips and dodges with amazing agility, their bullets spark and ricochet off the pavement behind him.

Spider-Man webs the trigger-happy killer in front of him. The sinister smile on his face confirms what the tingling sensation in the back of his brain tells him. Peter Parker ducks and rolls away. The crunch of twisting metal fills his ears. Regaining his feet he spots the fist sized dent in the car, right where his head had been. He also sees the cause standing next to it.

Tombstone, the towering albino with rock-hard skin and ambitions of ruling New York’s underworld chuckles as Spider-Man assess the situation.

“You’re over, insect.” The killer growls.

“You’re ugly, Whitey.” He fires back.

Peter Parker tells himself, “This is just keeps going from bad to worse.”

* * * * *

With an almost tender hug, Eddie Brock holds Mary Jane Watson-Parker’s naked body in his arms. Eddie ponders what he should make her do. Millions of men and women would trade anything to be in his position, with his kind of sway over the flame haired supermodel. She had made her promise, she would live up to her end or their deal was broken. She had stripped for him and given him a most unusual cocktail hour. By her own admission she begged to please him, but what should he have her do? So many possibilities and so many acts her lithe body could perform. He was only limited by his imagination.

Mary Jane Watson-Parker buries her face in the big man’s chest. It took a lot of effort to shed crocodile tears, but she had desperately needed to make him believe she was sorry for what she did. She didn’t want to be touched by this wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing. She had no choice. MJ was running out of options. Stalling and teasing proved to be useless, her attempt at getting him too drunk to move had almost gotten her killed. “Pull it together MJ,” she told herself, “You’re not out of this game yet.” If nothing else at least she had a plan.

Mary Jane hugs him back.

Eddie looks down in disbelief.

Mary Jane has wrapped her arms around his waist and pulls herself to him warmly. She presses her breasts against his rock hard chest and looks up with thankful tear stained eyes.

“I won’t disappoint you Mr. Brock,” she whispers lowering her head.

Eddie Brock smirks, “I’m sure you won’t Ms. Parker.”

With her face in his chest Mary Jane goes to work. With teeth and tongue she unfastens the top button of his shirt. Looking up she makes eye contact, seeking his approval. Brock’s smarmy smirk assures her. Still looking into his eyes she reaches out with her lips and undoes the next button. Brock chuckles as Mary Jane continues to work her way down, unbuttoning his shirt with her dexterous mouth.

Mary Jane felt his body. Brock was built like a brick-house. Inches of hard muscle covered his broad shouldered frame. Peter’s body was tight, but nowhere near as thick as Eddie’s was. Pulling his ‘shirt’ open gives MJ a look at his barrel chest, massive pectorals and washboard stomach. “If he wasn’t a stone cold killer I might actually enjoy this encounter,” she confesses to herself.

“Been working out, haven’t you Eddie?” MJ asks, putting a sultry spin on the rhetorical question.

“Everyday Ms. Parker. Do you approve?”

Mary Jane shows her approval by unbuckling his belt with her teeth, tongue and the strength of her neck. Once she has it undone the ‘belt’ retracts through the belt loops by its own volition, the alien symbiote reminding her of its ever-present vigilance. Disgusted, MJ wrinkles her nose, “I don’t want to put my mouth on that ‘thing”.” Mary Jane takes a moment to regain her composure.

Sensing something wrong, Brock looks down at his consort of compromise. “Is everything alright Ms. Parker?” he asks abruptly.

Mary Jane quickly reaches out and unzips his pants with her fingers. “Just stunned Mr. Brock,” she exaggerates while pulling his ‘pants’ to the floor, “You’re just so big.” The shirt falls as well. From her vantage point, MJ can see that they are actually all one piece. Expecting something like this, MJ holds her disgust deep inside. She notices Eddie keeps one foot on the pile of ‘clothes’ at all times.

Eddie smiles wide. It has been a long time since he’s had a woman, and never one so well put together. Regardless it has been quite along time since a woman has seen his body. The flabby girth he had as a normal man was gone. Eddie has been working out religiously since meeting his ‘better-half’, transforming himself into an engine of revenge. He’s never had the chance to show off before. Stretching and flexing in his underwear Eddie gives Mary Jane an eyeful. “Do you like what you see?”

“Very, very much Mr. Brock.” Finding the stereo remote on the floor, Mary Jane turns the power on and switches to a light jazz station. A saxophone plays seductively as MJ wraps herself around one of Eddie’s tree-trunk legs. Running her hand up his inner thigh, she kisses the powerful leg muscle. She stops when her hand hits the soft cotton at his crotch.

With one of her red painted fingernails, Mary Jane toys with the elastic waistband of his briefs. “Tightie-whities not part of your flexible friend?” she playfully teases.

“If you don’t like them, take them off.” He suggests.

“I think I will.”

Mary Jane backs up and dances seductively in time with the slow music. The saxophone lets out a low wail of haunting desire as the beautiful red head dances before him. Slowly caressing herself with her slender hands she shows him the total package, her crimson locks, angelic face, the peachy cream of her smooth skin, her large naturally perked breasts, flat tummy, the curve of her hips leading to her long shapely legs and the waiting wonders between. With sensual music and sensual motions she closes the distance and begins to writhe her nakedness against his. MJ places one hand behind his neck and continues to rub her softness against his hard muscled body.

Eddie leans in to kiss her. Mary Jane quickly turns denying him her lips. Instead she hangs from his neck with one slender arm and the other finds one of his strong hands. Still undulating against him she takes his hand and places it between her breasts. Eddie takes the hint. She revels in the sensation of Eddie running his strong rough hands up and down her silky skin. Her nipples harden and ache to be played with. She does so. MJ leans forward and grinds her perfect bottom against the growing hardness in his briefs. Reaching behind her she finds the elastic band, hooking it in her red fingernails. In another display of flexibility, MJ bends over completely from a standing position, taking Eddie’s underwear to his ankles. Eddie steps out, keeping one foot on the pile of ‘clothes’.

MJ dances in a circle, victoriously twirling his underwear on one finger. Flinging it away she stares at Eddie.

“Is something wrong Ms. Parker?”

“No. You’ve been looking at my naked body for hours now, let me look at yours.”

For a long moment she stares at him. His aura of power seems to slip away. Mary Jane is used to being naked in front of strangers. She changes at every runway show with a hundred people in the room. Long before she was a go-go dancer. She was comfortable. Nudity is her emotional armor. Eddie was the exact opposite. As a fat child he made any excuse not to change in gym. Even in prison they placed him in solitary confinement. Naked he was vulnerable. The longer this moment lasts the more the balance of power shifts.

Eddie began to shrink. MJ stands relaxed with one hand behind her back and other pressing her palm against her chin. She clicks the ruby red nail of her pinky against her pearly white teeth.

“Is something wrong Mr. Brock?” Mary Jane inquires, starring at his lessening intensity.

Brock gives no response.

Amused but wary, MJ knows not to press her luck to far. “Perhaps its cold, may I warm you up?”

Eddie nods. MJ presses her body against his again. Cupping each breast she begins to lightly brush her hardened nipples over the length and breadth of his massive chest. MJ shudders, jolts of pleasure bring a grimace of desire to her face. Eddie’s callused hands caress her naked ass. Giving him a knowing wink, she squats and begins to warm Eddie’s effected member by massaging it between her twins. The spark of life returns.

MJ smiles inwardly, “I got you now.”

Getting lost in the sensation Eddie begins to thrust himself between the silky softness of her presented pillows. Mary Jane moans, trying to encourage his activity. She licks in rhythm; her tongue brushing the tip of his penis as it pokes its way through her endowments. Eddie groans approval.

“Eddie you’re so big!” she lied. Knowing how touchy of a subject size can be she complimented where none was due. He was not big, just medium. In comparison he was about the same size as her husband, but Eddie was a half-foot taller and almost 100 pounds heavier. Initially she had some fear that he would be proportionate, bigger tended to be painful. Luckily a work out regime and steroid abuse could never compensate for some shortcomings. Still Eddie was enthusiastic and that was something she would have to handle. His hot meat ramming through her tits was starting to chafe.

Releasing her breasts she grabbed his shaft and began to rapidly stroke him. Leaning in she sucked his sack into her mouth and began playing with his balls. Eddie’s reaction was immediate. He grabbed her by the hair and gasped. His seed spilled to the floor as he convulsed in her hand and mouth. After five seconds he stopped. His body relaxed but still tightly gripped her by the hair.

Lifting and pulling her into an odd angle he starred into her eyes with a burning rage. “You did that on purpose!” He angrily accuses to Mary Jane’s fear stricken face.

Eddie Brock throws her to the floor and steps over her naked cowering form, “We tried being civil. We tried being polite, but you had your own ideas.” Eddie sits on the couch, dropping his bundle of ‘clothes’ next to him.

Mary Jane was too frightened to move. She lay there on her back. Brock continues his tirade, “You think we don’t know what you are trying to do? You can stall all you like but you are not getting out of your promise. If Parker shows up before we are done the deal is forfeit.”

This brought a shocking realization to Mary Jane. She wanted to unload his gun with out actually committing intercourse, fulfilling their agreement without engaging in sex. Eddie was interpreting the deal as he went along and Eddie wants sex as a requirement. Making things worse was the fact that she had nothing to bargain with. She could not enforce her terms. Venom had to believe in the contract or it was void. His word had to do. He had to believe or she was doing this for nothing.

Rolling over MJ improvises. “I’m sorry Eddie,” Mary Jane rises to her hands and knees, “I’m a bitch.”

“We agree.”

Dipping her head to the floor Mary Jane’s flame red hair falls obscuring her face. A curious wet noise comes from under the crimson curtain. Eddie looks on, anger being replaced by puzzlement. MJ curls her hair behind one ear, revealing her tongue licking the floor.

“I’m a bitch Mr. Brock,” she plainly states. “I’m a greedy bitch that likes the taste of come.” MJ kisses the floor, putting her lips into a white glob of spilled sperm. She slurps it up. “I can’t help myself sometimes,” she says while licking her lips.

Crawling forward on her hands and knees she licks at the droplets of semen, stopping over another large splatter. “Please forgive me Mr. Brock,” MJ lowers her head and slurps it clean, “I’m just a greedy bitch.”

The camera flash absolves Mary Jane of any guilt.

Crawling and cleaning with her tongue, Mary Jane finishes lapping the last specks. She rubs her tummy and gives Eddie a contented grin. “So good. So yummy.”

Sultrily she crawls to the couch and rests her chin on the cushion between his knees, “I know it’s a lot to ask but can I suck you Mr. Brock?” Mary Jane stares at his semi-hard cock awaiting his answer. “You have a beautiful tool and your come tastes so salty and sweet. I want more. Let me put you in my mouth. Please?” She reaches back with one hand; her fingertips find her waiting clit.

Eddie just stares at her through the empty black lens of the camera.

“If I believe, he’ll believe.” She reminds herself.

Touching herself gives MJ more motivation in this act. Her erotic impulses fueling her performance, she begins to spout an unexpected stream of random associations, “I’m just a bitch Mr. Brock, just a cock-sucking bitch. I don’t know what it is but I don’t feel complete unless I have a man in my mouth. It’s my purpose in life. It’s my calling. Please, let me suck your dick. It wants me to. I can hear it calling my name. I know a bitch like me doesn’t deserve a fantastic cock like yours but I’m begging for it. I want… no… I need your cock on my lips. It’s so big and strong. I’m really good at sucking dick, you won’t be disappointed Mr. Brock. Please? Please let me have it? I know I’m a bitch. I’m sorry I teased you before. I danced for you. I stripped for you. I gave you a taste of mine. You fucked my titties. I’m sorry I jerked you off. If I knew you were that close I’d have put you in this bitch’s mouth and sucked you dry. I’m sorry. The taste I got off the floor has only made me want it more. I need to suck your big, beautiful cock. Let me worship at the altar of your manhood. Let me worship your size with all the praise my tongue and lungs can give. Let me pay homage to you with my lips. Giving head is what I do best. I don’t use teeth. I’ll hum your favorite song. I’m just a bitch that needs your cock. You can fuck me later. Fuck any hole you want. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my face. Fuck my ass if you want to. Piss on me. Shit on me. I deserve it. I won’t mind as long as you let me suck your big, fat, juicy cock….”

Lowering the camera Eddie tenderly lifts her chin, “Be our guest, Ms. Parker.”

Mary Jane smiles like a kid on Christmas morning. “Oh thank you, thank you.” She leaps to her feet and gives Eddie a peck on the cheek. Joyously she runs around the room searching for something to tie her hair back. “You won’t be sorry Mr. Brock,” she energetically squeals, “I promise!”

Eddie watches bemused. A grown woman, acting this childish after degrading herself? He doesn’t know what psychological mechanisms causes her to switch gears so quickly, but he found them close to hilarious in effect. Eddie snaps a few more pictures of her tits and ass jiggling while she bounces around the room.

Mary Jane finds what she needs in the desk drawer. Rummaging around she finds a scrunchy and pulls her hair back into a ponytail, “I’m gonna give you the best blow job of your life!” Thinking better of the ponytail she pulls it out and begins to wrap her hair to the side, “Better give you something to hang on to.” Turning MJ presents her curly crimson hair pulled into bushy pigtails. Finding some Chap Stick she applies it slowly, showing how full and red her lips are.

Eddie didn’t know what kind of psychosexual game MJ was playing but he wanted some action soon.

MJ tosses the stick and skips over to the couch. Licking her lips she gazes down at Eddie’s cock, “May I start now?”

He nods.

MJ kneels and takes him in her hand, gently stroking at a medium pace. Eddie begins to stiffen. She works the side of his shaft with her lips and tongue. Stroking with one hand, Mary Jane licks her lips and puts his head in her mouth. She flicks her tongue against the end, sending shocks of delight to Eddie’s spine. “Oh Ms. Parker!” he exclaims. She suckles like it was a giant purple nipple, stoking his shaft with one hand and her free hand finding it’s way between her legs.

For her, sucking cock was a way of life. Once MJ decided to become a model she left the relative safety of the go-go bar and went into the fashion world. The bars had bouncers to enforce the hands off policy, but the fashion world had no such protectors. She was a prize piece of meat on a butcher’s block and every one wanted a taste. The first few years she had to spend on serious self-promotion with no money and just a burning desire to succeed. She discovered how far she would go to get what she wanted. Other girls slept around. They never made it big time. Their audience already got what they wanted. Blow jobs became the answer. “My nephew is a fashion photographer but he is very expensive.” Blow job. “I went to school with the editor of Vogue.” Blow job. “I have an invitation to the after party.” Blow job. She gratified the subject but left them with the possibility of more. She got hundreds of hours of practice perfecting her technique. People remembered her by how well she performed. Her name was on a lot of people’s lips and a lot of people where on hers. Besides a few scares with herpes she came through unscathed and in the top of her field. Once she had made it she didn’t have to do it anymore, but she kept in practice on Peter. Now she was doing it to prolong his life.

Looking up at Brock’s half closed eyes, she spoke while playing with his erection, “Get ready for take off, Baby.”

Mary Jane threw herself into it. Opening wide she took his entirety into her mouth. A choking sound escaped her lips as his end hit the back of her throat. Suppressing the need to gag MJ began to slowly pull back, sucking as hard as she could. Eddie laughed in delight, snapping a picture of the top of her head. Deepthroating him again, she sucked while drawing back but this time pressing her tongue to the underside of his cock. Eddie began to sweat profusely; it was almost too much. On the third stroke she sucked, licked and hummed along with the music on the radio.

Playing with the moistness between her legs, Mary Jane lost herself in the action. She began to pick up the pace, sucking, licking and humming ever faster. Eddie’s head began to swim. She was incredible. Who would of thought that one of the most beautiful women in the world was also some kind of cock-sucking champion? Absolutely amazing!

With her eyes closed she continues to make love with her mouth. She doesn’t need to see or use her hands. The suction of her mouth and straightness of his shaft were all she needed to know. With her eyes closed she could concentrate on her oral performance as well as fantasize about whom she was doing it to. The beat of her fingers on her clit aided the illusion as well. Dreaming of Peter happy, whole and alive was the image she clung to. Periodically the flash of the camera invaded the darkness under her eyelids. She tried to ignore the sense of something else moving on the couch. MJ keeps her eyes shut tight and sucks with everything she’s got.

Mary Jane feels Eddie’s big hands wrap around her bushy red pigtails. He begins to guide pace and vector. MJ increases her speed to his pleasure, desperately sucking, licking and humming with the rapidity desired of her. Eddie held her pigtails like a man operating a sexual jackhammer. Somehow the camera goes off again. MJ keeps her eyes shut, not wanting to know.

With a tremendous grunt, Eddie’s spurts a warm shot into MJ’s mouth. Expecting more she suckles is dick-head, pulling great draughts of semen into her waiting mouth. Eddie’s sweaty hands fumble around her hair and neck. “No… Don’t….” she hears him moan. She ignores him, stoking and suckling the salty juice from his prick. Finally he pulls her mouth free.

“Don’t swallow.” he commands. MJ obeys, rolling it around in her mouth.

Eddie brings the camera to a close up focus on her closed lips. “Open your mouth.” he orders. MJ complies.

Click.

“Now swallow.”

MJ does as told.

“Now open your mouth.”

Click.

“Smile, Ms. Parker. This is the last shot.”

MJ smiles and gives him a devilish wink.

Click.

Mary Jane stood up with the satisfaction of a job well done. She pulled the scrunchies out of her hair and tossed them carelessly away. Her smile was wide across her face. She had done it. Eddie had to be spent. Most men could go once, maybe twice in a half-hour. Eddie would need some downtime before he could even think about sex.

Eddie rewinds the film inside the camera. “That was wonderful Ms. Parker.” His rod still ached from the fantastic head she just gave him. He ejects the film and pops it into the pocket of his slacks. Rummaging through he finds a pack of cigarettes.

Mary Jane plays with her hair, “Would you like a drink Mr. Brock?”

“No,” he says, cigarette dangling from his mouth. “How was yours?”

“Just lovely Mr. Brock.” She smiles at him, rubbing her tummy for emphasis. “Your spunk makes a wonderful cocktail.”

“Does it?” he asks. Reaching out Eddie grasps between her legs. Mary Jane gasps in surprise. His rough fingers rub against her tenderness.

“You’re wet Ms. Parker.” His digits explore her moist, warm and gentle areas.

“Yes Mr. Brock,” Mary Jane stifles a cry by biting her lip. “I get excited when I suck.”

“Good.” Eddie leans forward and tilts the coffee table with his free hand. Glasses and bottles tumble off the wrought iron frame and bounce across the floor. “Lay down Ms. Parker.”

MJ does as she is told. The cold iron sending chills through her warm flesh. He can’t possibly be able to get it up already, can he?

Eddie stands triumphantly over his prize. He lights the cigarette and looks down on the magnificent example of woman before him. Liking all that she has, he smugly addresses her like a judge pronouncing a sentence. “Are you ready Ms. Parker?”

MJ tries to keep the fear out of her voice and fails, “Yes.”

With his other hand Eddie holds up the bundle of discarded ‘clothes’. It shifts and morphs into a gooey black mass on his hand.

MJ’s eyes widen in fear, “Oh my god! Eddie don’t… ”

It pours from his hand and onto her unprotected naked flesh.