Hell’s Kitchen

You arrive at the office of the famous PI of Hell's Kitchen, Jessica Jones. Due to Hell's Kitchen being far away from the S.H.I.E.L.D base, you arrive later in the day. You open the door and observe the broken apartment. With holes in the wall and bottles scattered about, the office is seen as unprofessional, but you know Jessica can get the job done.

"Ms. Jones?" You call out.

"Who the hell is in my office." You hear a voice yell from somewhere in the apartment. "I'm busy having sex with my best friend." The voice slurs. You follow it back to Jessica's bedroom, where you observe quite the scene. Jessica Jones is there with her legs in between those of Patricia Walker. Neither of them are wearing clothes and there are bottles scattered about.

"Come back again later. *hic* I'm busy making Trish come again." The PI hiccups as she gyrates her waist, rubbing their two kitties together.

"Oh, but Jess, she's *hic* cute." Trish says, biting her bottom lip to help hold back the pleasure.

"Trish, you know I don't do cute." Jessica slurs, still not looking at you.

"I'm so hot, even Daredevil can see it."

"Oh la la." Jessica says, finally looking at you. "I think I'll allow you to join us if you get that stupid uniform off. And take a drink. We've got vodka or something somewhere." You obey and immediately start stripping off your uniform. Once you're completely nude, you find a bottle of cheap vodka and takes a sip. It tastes like shit, but it will get the job done.

A couple swigs of vodka later, you are hammered. You are currently sitting on the face of Patricia as Jessica Rams a long, thick strap on in and out of Patricia's begging kitty. You could tell Trish knew what she was doing since she seemed to hit every spot, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through your intoxicated body, and Jessica's rapid penetration of Trish definitely didn't hurt your arousal. Hearing the constant slap and feeling the moans of the woman below you against your clit really made you wet. You feel close when suddenly, Jessica commands you to get off of Trish and lay down. You follow partly because she's intimidating, partly because you can't stand up. You notice Trish puts on a strap on, and you no what's going to happen, and since you can't think straight, you have no reason to disagree. With a single nod, Trish puts her plastic member in your mouth and Jessica thrusts into you. Her power in the back and Trish's care in the front contrast nicely, but you can't ignore the inevitable. Jessica keeps plunging deeper and deeper into you, and the sensuality in Trish's eyes are overwhelming. You begin clenching and with one last thrust from behind, you let it all go, coating Jessica's fake member.

"Well that was fun." You say.

"You're not done. Now it's our turn." Jessica says, handing you the strap ons and laying down next to Trish, her pale skin contrasting against Trish's. You detach the two dildos and plug one into both of the waiting women, earning a moan from each. You begin thrusting the plastic cocks in and out, rubbing their clits when possible.

"Ohh shit!" Trish says, grabbing her tits.

"Mmmm..." Jessica moans, sucking on her middle finger. Trish is obviously closer to finishing then Jessica, so you devise a plan. You rapidly increase the pace of Patricia's thrusting, hoping to push her over, and you do. She screams as she comes, but when she's done, the drunk woman lays back and tries to catch her breath. Since she won't need it anymore, you pull out of Trish and, using the second dildo, slide it into Jessica's asshole.

"Ah! You filthy slut! I love it!" Jessica yells as you begin thrusting the plastic cocks in both of Jessica's holes.

"Oh shit yes!" Jessica moans, grabbing the sheets as hard as she can, biting her lip.

"I would back away quickly when she finishes." Trish warns you, rubbing Jessica's nipples with her pinky finger.

"Oh, oh, OH, ah, AH! Shiiiitt!" Jessica yells. You step away just as the two dildos shoot out of Jessica, hitting the wall.

"That was great." Trish sighs.

"So why were you here?" Jessica asks, breathing heavily, her breasts rising with every breath. You're about to answer her when Fury calls.

"I hope you've found someone who can help. Mr. Stark, Banner, Richards and Fitz have done some research and whatever is happening, it has to do with time, so start evacuating the city or else people are going to get hurt. Fury out."

"Oh, Superhero stuff. I'll see what I can do."