An Interview for a House Cat

Mark's hand impacted with Felicia's ass.

She hissed in response to the harsh sting even as she felt her generous butt flesh jiggle. His hand rained down quickly in the same spot before moving to her other cheek for a few. She grit her teeth and braced her hands on the floor, determined to get through it with as little reaction as possible. The bastard. Mostly she was furiously trying to think up some way of getting out of this. But she wasn't having much luck. These were some very powerful superheroes with mutant powers that were frankly, terrifying in the hands of a supervillain.

Mark slowed down as if allowing for the growing sensitivity of her no doubt reddening ass, his hand stopping and actually rubbing or just softly grasping her butt between spanks.

God, she wished this situation wasn't exciting her so much. The fact that Mark was such a sexy bastard was part of it, honestly even better looking than Peter- and FUCK! Why was she thinking about this now? Oh yea, fucking mutant mind-controllers...

She felt the urge to do what she'd studiously been avoiding and she suddenly looked up, taking in the rest of Mark's super slaves. She managed to stifle a gasp as she saw Johnny Storm's hard dick in his hand, his g-string scrunched to the side. It was a nice schlong, about eight inches, smooth and straight. Mouth-watering beneath his sexy wash-board-

Beside him Scott was just as sexy, the fact that he was fully clothed, his nice clothes stretching to contain his broad musculature really got to her. God, it was such a turn on. Him standing there all broody, watching her like this behind those dark glasses, his arms folded over those massive pecs.

The women were just as hot, curvy bodies on display in lingerie like the hypnotized harem-girls that they were now. Mark certainly had taste.

Mark's hand lifted and Felicia couldn't help but squirm in anticipation as he waited, clearly enjoying her discomfort. She tried to focus on her main problem: Marvel Girl. That's what she'd gone by once, not anymore for some reason. But that didn't matter. She was a mutant with psychic powers. How did a normal person resist that? It didn't feel like some sort of mental battle in her head like some novels and tv shows made it seem. Her body was just refusing to obey her own commands, no amount of will on her part seemed to matter at all.

Slap!

Mark's hand lingering upon her flesh, sliding from one full cheek to the other, Felicia was bewildered, excited but not sure if the fact that she was being spanked was a good thing or not. Sexual activities were the vast majority of the duties associated with this job. Spanking was inherently sexual between consenting adults and she wanted to believe this was a result of his interest in her rather than a routine part of the interview for all potential house cats. It was no wonder her body was heating up so quickly, she'd proven her talents for stealth and theft by breaking into the Baster Building in the first place. Now it was time to reveal her skills for pleasure.

Wait. Why had the Kingpin hired her to interview for- No, that wasn't right. What was she even thinking? She'd turned down that job, having thought the massive crime boss had been looking for a house cat himself, but surprisingly he'd been actually romantically attached to that wife of his. It had actually been kind of cute. You expected a powerful man like that to have a mistress or two on the side but the supreme New York criminal master-mind was actually a big teddy bear, in madly love with his dear Vanessa, his balls firmly within her $35K Stalvey golden-scaled purse.

"Alright Felicia, have you calmed down a bit now?" Mark asked as he drove his fingers down the crack of her ass, rubbing them across her slit causing her to moan gently and writhe her pussy against his touch.

"Mmmm....yesss..." she replied, spreading her thighs to give him better access to her leaking honey-pot, "Did you like that sass? I thought a proper house cat would have a bit of attitude before her master put her in her place."

Mark chuckled and guided her off of his lap with softly groping hands, Felicia felt a shiver of arousal as his palm scraped across her rock-hard nipple, "I did. Though from now on save that for my lowly minions. For me and my....wives Ororo, Jean, and Sue, you'll be the most affectionate subservient little kitten, isn't that right?"

"Yes. Yes! Of course."

Felicia couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at that. It sounded like he'd already decided to hire her! She slipped down to the ground like a cat, going to her hands and knees. She arched her back so that the flare of her buttocks was emphasized, her pendulous breasts hanging so low as to graze the floor with her aching nipples. Slowly she swayed her hips as if she actually had a tail to wiggle. That was dogs, but cats did it too, right? Except in a more sensual sexy way...

"So, you're here because you want to by my house cat, right?"

"Yes! That's right. I think that I'm the perfect candidate. That's kind of why I went with the Black Cat moniker. Sort of like a subliminal message. I'm exactly what you're looking for, aren't I?"

"You're not wrong. I have quite a few peons at this point and I intend to be a good lord, taking care of them, keeping them happy and satisfied in my service. Do you think you can handle that? Sexually serving my people and me while also taking on tasks outside of the house that suit your unique talents for stealth and... acquisition?" He leaned forward over his knees, reaching out and grasping her breasts, flicking her nipples constantly with his thumbs.

She happily thrust her chest into his hands, gasping and biting her plump lower lip sexily for effect. Pausing long enough to emphasize how much she loved his touch, she eventually reached out and gently laid her fingertips on his thigh. She'd intended to just tease him playfully but she was rather shocked to find the thick bulge of his member quite a bit further down than she'd expected. Her pussy liquefied and pulsed with open appreciation for his manhood. "Oh Baby, I can handle it. The question is can your people?"

He smirked and gently snorted with amusement, sitting back and leaning his head against Storm's side, a hand sliding up to cup her heavy tit, "Show me. Scott saved my ass recently and he deserves a reward. Go suck his cock, Felicia."

She met Mark's eyes, trying to send the message of how much she wanted to fuck his brains out with just that sultry look as she huskily replied, "Yes, master. " Then she let out a low throaty, 'Meow' as sexily as she could.

Then she moved on all fours and zeroed her intense gaze upon Scott, standing unobtrusively in the back of the room as if he wasn't a participant but an uninterested observer. She languidly crawled across the floor of the kitchen. It was uncomfortable but she intended to get used to it as the only time she intended to walk on two feet was when she was alone or when pulling a job for her master outside of the house.

"Uh... This isn't necessary, my lord. I was only doing my duty..." rumbled the broad-chested mutant as Felicia reached his feet.

"Which I appreciate, Scott. Which is why I want to see you cumming your brains out inside Ms. Hardy's hot little mouth. Is that a problem?"

"No, my lord. Forgive my impertinence."

Mark laughed, "Forget about it."

Felicia released Scott's belt and quickly unbuttoned his pants. Then she unzipped him and his khaki's fell to his ankles revealing his thick muscular quads. She raised one white eyebrow and smirked as she saw his package wrapped tight in a lime green banana-hammock. He was fully erect with a sizeable dark spot revealing how much he'd enjoyed watching her get spanked. She slipped her hands playfully around to cup his buns of steel unobstructed at all by his g-string. God, he was hot. It really seemed like she'd lucked out that so far every member of her prospective employer's organization was very attractive.

She gazed up at him as she brought her face very close to his straining member, letting out a sensual, "Meow." Then she brought her hands up to his boy-thong and stretched it down past his massive thighs. At the same time, he pulled his shirt off revealing his broad ripped torso, massive thick pecs above an abdomen that was striated with deep defined crevices of an utterly hot eight-pack of abs. His dick looked hot, straining with his arousal, looking decidedly average in length beside Johnny's long prick and hanging off Scott's immense muscular torso. His tip was actually beading with his arousal and Felicia loved that he was that attracted to her, never before encountering a man leaking like she did when she was really turned on. Like she was now....

Felicia took him in her mouth, bobbing her head as she laid her hands upon his thighs. She made loud sounds of enjoyment as she fucked her mouth with his dick, looking up at him the whole time. She wished she could see past those dark glasses he was wearing, his expression impassive and unexpressive. In fact, often he wasn't even looking at her, instead he seemed to be simply watching Mark, uncaring about her efforts much to her irritation.

She could barely pay attention past her vigorous efforts around the dick in her mouth but she heard Mark's sexy voice in a commanding way. Within moments, a longer slightly thicker penis was being thrust into her vision over her face as she sucked Scott, a hand stroking it and guiding it forward. She released Scott's cock and looked up as Johnny's more slender but still quite sinewy and well-built torso pressed forward, looking honestly hella sexy with the women's lingerie around it. She started sucking his bigger dick, thrusting it against the back of her throat as Scott's tip slid against her cheek and ear.

She sucked them fitfully, stroking whichever one wasn't in her mouth, keeping up the low throaty moaning all throughout as if she were purring like the cat she was. Johhny's bigger cock spent more time in her mouth, because she was naturally more attracted to it and also because he was simply much more active, often grabbing her head and forcing her to suck him while Scott seemed content to receive pleasure however she deemed, whether it be hand or mouth.

Johnny slapped his cockhead against her lips and then upon her tongue as she laid it out for him. She took a hold of the base of his cock and sucked it, taking as much as she could into her mouth as she looked up at him, his hand cupping her forehead and sliding through her hair. With her other hand she simply held Scott's smaller dick as she worshiped Johnny's bigger penis with her mouth. It was hard not to think of the blonde member of the Fantastic Four as much more of a man as he confidently used her mouth, fucking it with abandon while the leader of the X-Men passively accepted whatever pleasure she was willing to give.

"Ungh! I'm cumming! Uh! Uh!" grunted Scott as she sucked his cock and stroked his base with her hand. Salty jizz blasted into her mouth as his hand settled into her hair, holding her face against his crotch as his hips' spasmed and jerked. She drank his semen, swallowing heavily as he unleashed and emptied his balls into her mouth. When his ejaculation ended, she moved to nurse Johnny's cock only to be surprised to find him quite soft, he had sprayed his load all over the side of her head apparently at the same time as Scott surprisingly.

"That's enough." Mark commanded and such was his dominance that both men instantly pulled away, their spent dicks hanging limply between their legs.

Hot....so hot....

"My boys enjoyed that but I think that two of my wives have grown interested, and their cute cat should always attend to their needs first..."

Jean Grey sauntered forward with a hungry smile and an intense gaze, she lifted her hand and Felicia gasped as she was suddenly airborne, flipping around weightlessly. An unseen **** slid along her body as Jean Grey knelt down between her dangling legs. Her naked thighs spread in time with the busty redhead's open hands, fields of telekinesis pushing gently at her legs.

Felicia looked down at Jean, rather aroused at the feeling of her sex hanging open and exposed before the beautiful woman, there being little doubt as to what was about to happen. There were very few times when Felicia was not the most attractive woman in the room, so it was rather humbling to witness the mutant's utter perfection, the only fat on her body was in her breasts and rear end, both of which were proud and firm. Her ass thrust out and up, a perfect bubble butt Felicia had noted earlier. Her even larger breasts thrust out and up too, no sag, no tearing of the membranes. They were quite simply jugs, proud and firm forever, long nipples like thick thimbles forever pointing up and out from her pink half-dollar sized areola.

"Ohhh!" groaned Felicia involuntarily as she felt an invisible buzzing pressure upon her already engorged clit. It hardened even more as she felt her pussy lips spread and open without any physical touch as Jean looked at her, a small smile on her face as she touched her temple with the fingers on one hand and held out her other and fluttered her fingers in the air before Felicia's pussy. "Oh fuck!" she gasped as her labia spread open almost as if an invisible cock were pushing into it. “OOHH!! AAHH!!” Felicia’s hand flew between her legs and she started teasing her clit, unable to resist she was so hot and well aware of how she needed to impress Mark, her potential employer.

"You're going to love this." commented Jean as she got to her feet, sliding her hands smoothly along Felicia's inner thighs.

The Black Cat's eyes opened wide, her mouth hung open with surprise at what she suddenly felt at her loins. She stared at Jean's beautiful face, the mutant's eyes were closed as she drove her pelvis forward between Felicia's legs. It felt like she was being fucked and she had no idea it would feel this good. There was so much heat and wetness as the sensation of Jean's telekinetic cock drove into her, the fit was so snug. Felicia's pussy was gripping the invisible psychic phallus like a vice, such a tight fit. She had never felt so full before.

Mark was suddenly there his hands were cupping her heavy tits from below, lifting them and tweaking her nipples with his fingers as Jean fucked her. Felicia's hips were now constantly lifting up into Jean's crotch, essentially humping her psychic dick as Mark grabbed her head and tilted it back so that he could furiously take possession of her mouth, tongue thrusting inside against hers.