Black Widow Escapes

Reed Richards and Nick Fury arrived at Avengers Tower at nearly the same time. They greeted each other with a nod and a handshake. To their surprise, Jarvis was not there to greet them. Yet the door opened when they scanned their identification, and StarkTech's synthetic intelligence guided them to the conference room.

Jarvis was seated at the head of the table. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was seated on Jarvis. Her black suit had been unzipped from collar to crotch, and she was impaled on the old man's staff, a bright red triangle of pubic hair visible.

"Gentleman," Natasha said. "I realize this is irregular, but please come in."

The old man gave a strangled cry. A dribble of liquid white oozed out of the Russian's pussy.

"Jarvis already has."

The two men frowned and took their seats at the opposite ends of the table. Natasha quickly recounted her information-gathering trip, as her hips rocked back and forth, milking Jarvis for every drop. Thanks to her hysterectomy, pregnancy wasn't a problem, and the old man admirably managed to restrain himself from openly fondling Natasha during the meeting.

"...this Porkum, I believe, has some sex-based superpower that affects women," she said. "I caught a whiff of something in his hideout, and it's driven my libido through the roof."

"So we see," Reed Richards said, frowning. "My own wife...and he's partnered with Doctor Doom. This could be disastrous."

"But if we go public with it, we're playing directly into their hands," Nick Fury said, the Black man's bald head shining in the overhead lights. "What we could do is use this as an opportunity. Seed false intelligence. Maybe exploit Sue's position to extract intelligence from Doom's network."

Mr. Fantastic stiffened. "You're asking me to be a cuckold while that mutant sexually assaults my wife, just for intelligence benefits?"

"We need to find something to counteract Porkum's powers," Natasha said. "And she's already fucking him, Reed. That damage is done. What matters is sticking it to Doom and Porkum. Do you want revenge...or do you want your wife to have been fucked for nothing."

There was argument. Natasha never let Jarvis go soft, her vaginall muscles milking and squeezing until the old man's prick stiffened again inside of her. By the end of the meeting, she was rising and falling again, teeth flashing in a smile of triumph and fulfillment.

"The plan's settled, then," she said. "Sue Storm will be our double agent, our secret slut, feeding them false intel..."