MJ's Quit her Job

Edit: fixed the typos You noticed Daddy. Thanks for helping me, Daddy, i'd be glad to be a pissbowl for You.

A Month until Jobless
The paddle collided with her bare ass and Mary-Jane felt some of her cuntjuice sticking to it as Robbie slowly pulled it off.

"I put you on the beat you wanted so you could cover the 'real stories you want to cover' so bad despite the fact your actions mean I have to pretend Rosemann isn't one of Fisk's accomplices... and you miss Officer Davis the Hero Cop? We're going to be one of the last to speak to him because you were busy. And now... you're quitting? Was all this just some longplay sex thing for you?" Robbie paddled her again and MJ had to stop herself from cumming.

The whole Bugle knew by the time she was let out the office. The redhead's female colleagues showed no interest in what she was doing next, while the men just made sure she knew to visit them for one last fuck before she leaves.

While typing up some new details for other stories, it dawned on her just how many people in the Daily Bugle she'd fucked. Which was to say that she had fucked anyone at all interested in cunt. And a couple of the gay guys who hated that their boyfriend's wouldn't go ass to mouth like MJ.

Have I really been making my career here, one cock at a time, with my cunt or my brains? MJ supposed that if she was thinking one cock at a time instead of one story at a time, she already had her answer.

With Officer Davis out of the hospital, Mayor Osborn was going to present the hero of the hour with an award. At his rally. Pretty obvious bit of politicking, but MJ hoped she could get close enough to get a few words with Officer Davis. Seeing he was married in the small description on him, MJ cursed. She doubted she could get him to talk by flashing her tits when he had a wife and son. Though... neither had his name. There had to be a story there.

Which she would get to... after another trip to Rosemann's.

"Heard you were quitting the Bugle. Well I am sure I could get you a job here... as a cleaner." Rose teased as Mary-Jane licked the black woman's bare pussy. It was puffier than the last time, no doubt still swollen from the **** it got the day before from Shocker and then New York's Finest.

Still acting smug when you'll fuck who Fisk tells you too... Mary-Jane seethed at the older woman's presumption of being higher on the totem pole than her. To soothe herself, she pictured Rose eating Fisk's cum out of her asshole.

Thinking about Fisk, she thinks about if he would have her like Norman wanted. A powerful man. Influential. Treats her as his personal whore. Plus... if she... pursued it, then Fisk might take her into his confidence. The... Devil's Breath... what was it? Would he tell her if he knew he might steal her away from Norman?

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"Hey Willie, nice jumpsuit. Very slimming." MJ sighed, sending shivers along Fisk's hard length. Pete had a knack for riling people up, and she wasn't always sure he knew how to turn it off when he had the mask on. She was in prison with Fisk again to update him on what her contacts had given her about who was testifying against him. Then he'd held his cock out for her and... she's a cockslut.

"Keep my men alive, maybe I'll tell you." He groaned his offer before hanging up so he could grab Mary-Jane's head with both hands and start fucking her throat.

There were people who wanted to talk to Fisk, people who wanted money, favours. And they all did so while some redhead slut had her face buried in Kingpin's crotch. Loudly, and sloppily worshipping his cock

If she thought she'd be able to overhear something she could report, she was disappointed by Fisk choosing to be cryptic. She might have been more emotional about it if she were eavesdropping from behind a wall, but since she was basking in the aftermath of a massive facial, she was a little too high off of Fisk's cum to get really angry or frustrated.

He didn't let MJ bask for long, a slap to the face woke her up. She started cleaning his cock while mentioning her approaching homeless and jobless state. He... didn't care. And yet... as she approached the door to his cell, he told her he could be convinced to care if she got him out of prison.

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At the rally, MJ had had to wash off Fisk's cum, but she'd swallowed most of it before getting the hand wipes and perfume to cover the smell.

Getting pictures of the rally, she squirmed as the remote control vibrator pulsed in her pussy. A gift from Norman that he made her record putting in for him. Peter didn't notice, he seemed to think the Demons were mostly beaten. From how Fisk was talking in prison, the redhead really doubted it. Still, she invited him out to coffee after the rally. Some play by play from Spider-Man could help her spice up her article.

And then everything blew up. Pete got pretty banged up and while she managed to get him to wake up before emergency services arrived, he was in no state to put the mask on or have coffee. He seemed... oddly okay with being asked to stay overnight. Which was enough to tell her that he had lost his apartment.

Dammit Pete... was offering to come over and cook really you hoping to stay on my couch?

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