Osborn's Offer

"I'm telling you Dad, this girl... no... this Bimbo is unreal. It's like she doesn't understand that dating someone means you can't keep fucking other dudes. She is all super sappy with Pete, then when he's out the room, she's slobbering all over my dick."

Norman was seated, enjoying a cigarette in his sharp green suit. He'd been given news that Harry's environmental project was yielding results. It made his son look good even if it meant the board grinding their teeth about the expense.

But it also told him that it was Peter fixing them. Because the environmental hazards reported were ones he and Harry had accounted for. The smog in certain areas was affecting the health of the gangs operating there and further decreasing the value of the properties there.

They were months away from being able to just buy out the areas, with the gangs' health so compromised that regular law enforcement could handle any resistance. Now it would take longer, as OsCorp couldn't be seen moving in on those areas. At least the gangs were basically dead on their feet. Would be easy pickings for someone to take down.

The sensor on the fuckpig door sounded, telling Norman that his favourite slut had arrived. He looked down at the nasty little whoreslut his son Harry had found and grinned. He hadn't even had to tell her to lose the jacket or stay on all fours.

It baffled him that she was a journalist.

I should... keep her.

It was an odd thing, he thought. To want to keep such a whore. But there was something about the redhead's total lack of self-respect and dignity in the pursuit of sexual pleasure and degradation that he found irresistible.

But really, he'd be doing her a favour. She needs someone holding her leash or she'll just become some nasty old whore crawling the streets.

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MJ crawled to where Norman was sat and licked his shoe, her cunt giving out a throb when he sneered in response. He let her debase herself, while she tried to remember why she had messaged Norman in the first place.

because you wanted his cock!

Moving onto her knees, she straddled the shoe she had just been licking clean and began to slowly grind. Up and down, she humped Norman's leg like a dumb puppy. **** and needy.

Harry liked to make fun, tease her about her infidelity. Norman just always, always treated her like a whore. It was why she always avoided social events with him when she had Pete with her, because she wasn't sure she would be able to hide how he affected her from Pete.

Peter!

"Norman... Pete lost his job today. You shut down the lab he was working at." She groaned, her voice shaky. She mewled when Norman patted her head and freed his cock, guiding her to his hard shaft so she could suck him off.

"Otto... Doctor Octavius, he is brilliant. But he doesn't fully appreciate dangers from what he is working on. It wasn't the first, or the second time he had been under review. I had stopped it going further out of respect for our past friendship." He gripped her hair and pushed her down. "We know you can do better than that you brainless cunt! Anyway... finally, I couldn't cover for him any further. He can continue his work at OsCorp if he wants, in a safer environment."

"And Peter is smart. Very smart. When Harry gets back in a year, I think they will start that company they talked about. Might give my people at OsCorp a run for their money, eh?" He joked while a woman he, his son, and Peter had all had bouncing on their dick, sucked his cock.

Really nothing he was saying was wrong, Mary-Jane thought. Otto never seemed too stable from what she saw, but his passion seemed to inspire Pete.

"How about this... I will drop some money in Peter's account. But," he pulled her up and off his dick so he could rub his wet and slimy fuckstick on her face, "I want something from you." Norman slapped her to get her out of her cock-kissing daze. "One month. Give Robbie your notice, notify your Landlord."

"At the end of the month, when you have no job and no home, I will tell you to get in my car and I'll bring you here to be my fuckpet. Unless you can prove you aren't?" He ends it on a question, a mocking, rhetorical one. And MJ squirms as she knows she can't prove him wrong.

Quit and end my lease. Okay, could do it. Switch to another job, move. Still counts as doing it.

Please! Most I'll do is pack up my shit and fuck away my last days of freedom.

I have friends who don't mind giving up a couch if I suck their dicks while I find another job.

"And... mwah fuck I love this dick... what if in a month I say no?" She asks while kissing up and down Norman's dick. He smirks.

"Then Peter still has the money he needs. And you will have to find a new place to live and work." Mary-Jane smiled and wrapped her tits, the 34GG fuckmelons Norman paid for, and started the first of many tittyfucks for the night.

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