Fun - for him.

MJ’s pussy stung as slap after slap rained down on her sensitive clit and pussy lips. Yet, her mouth remained sucking and bobbing. The pain just a pleasant reminder that her temporary Master was being gentle today. She thought it was day, it was hard to tell. She had been wearing the mask for such a long time. Her only sense coming from her breaks and the Kingpin’s nearly constant ejaculations down her throat.

She was no longer shocked when she ended up in a sixty nine with the Kingpin. She wasn’t detached when it happened, no. The Mask had some kind of device that allowed her full 360 degree range of motion, to let her mouth and throat please him in various ways. The first time it happened she felt the Kingpin drag her as he walked, her legs trailing behind her as she struggled to crab walk at his pace, her mouth attached, he wasn’t making it easy by walking backwards. Then he turned, and sat as he scooched back she was dragged on her hands and knees to kneel between his legs as he lay down to rest. She had spent hours like that, that first night. Not daring to sleep, even sucking and bobbing after she heard his deep breathing of relaxed sleep. She didn’t stop even when he came in his sleep. She didn’t stop until he softened the third time. She had been woken to multiple hands lifting her and rotating her so she was upside down, her cunt in his face.

MJ had actually celebrated when she felt the cock nearly instantaneously harden in her mouth and then throat as she knew he saw her cunt for the first time. Then as she bobbed and sucked. She felt it, the first ‘light’ slap to her exposed sex. She screamed into the cock as she bobbed and licked around the shaft. Now uncaring about the warts and veins. Anything to try and stop the pain in her crotch.

The Kingpin had only chuckled before he started to talk. Not to her, no to make his breakfast order. It was a massive amount of food, and MJ's stomach started to growl at the sound of being able to eat. The growl did not please Kingpin as MJ felt herself picked up and rotated again. A meaty paw palming her as it began to skull fuck her with ease. Before he came, Kingpin said one word. "Breakfast."

Even through the cock smell, MJ could smell the coffee and eggs. Her mouth began to salivate at the smell, coating the expanding cock with the fluid as her head continued to bob. Suddenly her hearing was muted as something was placed over her ears. Her only sense available were filled with cock. Smell, taste, and touch. Only cock remained.

She didn't know how long she was in that state, only that the big man had cum twice while she was like that. Then suddenly her mouth was pulled from the glorious cock which had filled her mouth, throat and whose semen had filled her belly for hours. Still no sound, no light as she was lead on all fours to grass. Not knowing what to do, her mouth trying to close after being stretched wide for such a prolonged period of time. MJ waited.

She felt hearing once again enter her ears. The soft tweeting of birds, the buzzing of bees? Then a seductive, strong feminine voice said, "Piss and shit slut. You won't like it if Kingpin doesn't have his cock wet again after the allotted time."

Piss she did, fear it turns out is a great motivator. And MJ was beyond scared, she was petrified in the horror of her first day. After she finished a silicone cock sized straw was placed at her lips and she sucked it as soon as it entered. She felt utter relief when water began to pour out of the piss hole. The dildo straw was quickly removed as the woman said, "Eight ounces. Good whore. Nice suction."

Sound disappeared and MJ felt herself lead back to the carpet. A soft bar of flesh once again entered her mouth. No sooner did it enter than MJ began to suck, swirl and bob to get the flesh to rise. This time she stayed on her knees as she worshipped her temporary Master's cock with her mouth. When the cum began to slide down her throat, sound returned.

She heard begging, pleading, a man begging for his life, a gun firing, a phone call ending. Silence. The cock in her mouth growing. MJ was horrified. She had sucked off the big man as he ordered and had someone killed. She didn't even know this level of terror existed. She also acknowledged how smart Kingpin was. There was nothing MJ could use to identify the victim. She couldn't go to the police with anything, even if she wanted to do so.

She felt the big man push forward, her back hitting a cold hard surface. Was she under his desk. Sound returned. Was that Felicia.

"Did you get her?" the big man asked with his same cold tone.

The woman responded, "Yes. Sir, Silver is entertaining her now."

"Good, remember. Edge only. She doesn't cum until she begs me in person."

"Yes, sir Silver and I are taking turns."

"Good, I have an offer for you. You can help your friend here. You take over for MJ after she is done, one week. She gets to end her deal in five days."

MJ strained her ears to hear, but sound was gone. MJ continued to try and suck more cum from the cock in front of her. A glimmer of hope sprouted in her mind. Just a glimmer.

The pain in her thigh quickly chased that hope away. The kick had been swift, fierce and right to her tender flesh of her inner thigh. The second one had made her whimper, but only once. She stifled any thought of sound escaping her body, accepting the pain. Trying to focus on the pleasure she felt from being dominated. Overwriting the pain with pleasure. Her hips began to rotate, seeking pleasure, or pain without her even realizing.

"..nt May is a very well kept lady for forty five, Sir." A new woman's voice could be heard suddenly. May? Aunt May? Did they have Peter's aunt? "Black Cat is edging her now."

MJ pictured the beautiful older woman who lived next door writhing at the touch of Felicia's mouth and fingers and felt the nearly inescapable urge to shove her fingers into her pussy. A dripping pussy.

"Good Sable."

"When can I get my reward Sir? I need it bad." The sultry voice echoed through the speaker of the phone.

"I am using your mask to train another." The big man said as MJ felt a huge paw pat her head, not gently.

"No sir, please don't replace me. Please. I beg you sir, I will do anything." MJ could only think, 'God, this mask was made for someone else and that someone else was begging to go back into it.'

"No, this bitch is merely a toy. Not a work of art like you. You continue prepping phase two of cucking Spiderman for me. I'm working on phase one." MJ was furious and nearly lost control in her anger. Her fear evaporating as she began to bob faster, trying to prove to the big man she was no mere toy. All she heard was a chuckle.

'Holy Shit' thought MJ after a second of thought. Kingpin knows, no, knew Peter was Spiderman. The thought of Peter seeing her in this situation made her entire body shake as she came. It was hotter for her than even Peter watching her with Nick. The man who wanted to kill her husband was fucking her throat. No, was owning her throat and had Aunt May. Had basically said he was going to soon own her throat, if not her other holes. She did spend a few minutes wondering how Peter was doing, or maybe it was a few hours.

The rest of the day MJ was lost to the flow of time. Only marked by four events. Two piss and shit breaks, where MJ once again found herself led to a patch of grass to relieve herself to the sound of birds and bees and a warning from that sweet feminine voice. Each time she sucked eight ounces from the cock-straw. The other two events were the Kingpin opening whatever was blocking her hearing and saying two words, one each time: "Lunch" and "Dinner." Then the big man came down her throat. The smell she got while the man ate was excruciating, her stomach both empty and full with the copious amount of semen the big man shot down her throat, but no taste messed with her senses. Lunch had been a onion soup and salmon, she could smell the pungent smell, almost taste it. Dinner was different. She could taste it, the cock in her mouth blended with the steak and garlic smell, a cock had never tasted so good.

MJ tried for hours to do something after dinner to keep herself busy, she started counting the bobs of her head, but would lose track quickly around fifty. She tried changing up her motions, adding a swirl of the tongue, or a rotation of the head. Humming, talking around the cock. Nothing gained reaction from the big man. She could only tell if he was pleased by how quickly his cock came and fed her stomach. He didn't so much as touch her head. The cock wasn't always in her throat, after he came even he sometimes shriveled up to fill her mouth only. If she pulled back to the full length of the contraption on her face she could get all but the head of the cock in her mouth. She found that if she did this the big man's body seemed to take offense and the refractory period shrunk to nothing in seconds. His sensitive part was his cock head.

She explored this as his cock grew in her mouth, down her throat. She gulped it down and tried massaging the head with her throat, humming, singing, talking, anything to see how to get him to cum. MJ soon found a rhythm to get him off in the shortest amount of time, or so she thought. Without any signs auditory, or visual she wasn't quite sure. She also thought by keeping the cock head near the back of her mouth, she could lengthen the time it took for him to get hard. Mary Jane wasn't sure if this was due to her delving into her own thoughts and practice, or if it was truly the case.

Some time after dinner, and two more after dinner meals for MJ, she was dragged along on her ass to the bed. There she felt the soft bed move softly with the rise and fall of the Kingpin's chest as he either slept, or began to sleep. For an instance MJ thought about biting off the cock, killing the piece of shit above her and also below her. Her body shuddered as she recalled the woman who caught his jacket before it hit the ground, the contraption around her head and the lock which held her in place. Sullenly, MJ continued bobbing her head. She didn't dare sleep before Kingpin. She sucked him to ejaculation three times before she placed the softening cock at the place she deemed the best to lengthen her break and lay her head on his hard muscled thigh and fell asleep.

MJ woke with a start, her eyelashes fluttering open to a bright light in her eyes, looked up two strong thick arms to a bare broad muscled chest to the grinning Kingpin staring down at her. No sound entered her ears and with a flick of an arm the darkness returned. Her lasting image Kingpin's face. The strong hands of Kingpin on the back of her head shoved the growing cock down her throat again until she was being throat fucked by the big man. His strong arms completely controlling the suck session.

As he came down her throat, she suddenly heard his gruff voice coming from above her, "Don't miss breakfast. It starts after your bathroom break."

With that, she was once again dragged away. The only difference was there were no birds, no sound at all, only a hard cock straw to suck water through. She could smell the bacon as she crawled back to her place below the table, Kingpin grabbed her by her ponytail and held it in place as he touched the tip of his cock to her lips, which opened automatically. Her cute pink tongue reaching out to swirl around it. Her hearing returned as she was held in place and she heard a question, "You have a choice here. You are not obliged to fuck me, I promised not to **** you and I keep my promises. You can continue with yesterday's activities, or you can have breakfast with me." She heard Kingpin pause, "If you eat with me, I expect my dick to remain wet until your next bathroom break."

Humiliated MJ took a beat to think about her options as she felt the strong grip on her hair let go. In the end, she dove her head forward of her own volition trying to suck the cock into her mouth and get the big man to cum. She didn't hear anything until the Kingpin said, "Breakfast." as he came down her throat again.

After "lunch" Kingpin took another call, letting MJ hear the conversation.

"What is he doing now?"

When MJ heard the woman's voice, she realized the Kingpin was on speaker phone. "Nothing, sitting in his cell. Crying mostly."

"Did no one post bail?"

"Who would, MJ is with you. J. Jonah won't. Aunt May is being entertained by our mutual friends." The woman said over the phone. MJ sniffled knowing she was again sucking her husbands mortal enemy while he sat in jail.

"Good, I talked to the judge to keep pushing him back on the schedule as long as possible. Mr. Murdoch said he will stop by tomorrow to discuss with me. Apparently, he wants to meet my business partner Mr. Katzenberg, he also wants to tap Mary Jane's ass. So you need to come back and watch him when he enters. I have a thought on his identity and I want you to confirm his reaction when he sees my newest bitch."