Pistol-Fuck...

Looking down and seeing the gun sliding over her flesh, Black Widow realizes now is the time to strike. Hill is cured and together they can both escape. As Natasha's gaze travels down however, she sees my massive cock, still hard and thick. My touch against her skin causes her to moan once more, her head falling back as new ebbs of pleasure flow over her body.

"W-why… are you doing this?" Natasha groans softly.

"Because I can. Because I must. Because deep down, every woman I've ever touched yearns for this... and more. Only I can give it to them."

"Deep down, Agent Romanov... you know you do too." I smile, pushing the gun in slightly. I let the lips of her pussy stretch open around it. "Now... Tell me to fuck you with your gun. Tell me to **** you with the very pistol that you so cherish."

"No..." Widow retorts sharply as she glares up at me, feeling the weapon rubbing over her slit. Without warning, her hand snaps down, grabbing both the gun and my wrist in her forceful grasp.

"I mean... w-why are you teasing me?" She asks, the words leaving her lips before she realizes what she's saying. Her body is on fire, burning at my touch, unable to resist any longer.

“I want it, please... fuck me.” Natasha groans, pushing my hand further, forcing the loaded pistol inside her pussy.

Feeling Black Widow pulling the gun into her pussy, I let out a sigh of relief. Leaning forward, I press my body against her exposed breasts and naked flesh. The heat crashes down on her instantaneously, electrifying her senses.

“**** me..." Natasha whispers, her entire body quivers in anticipation. Jolts like lightning arc over her skin at my touch, causing arousal and desire to **** all of her senses. Widow arches her back, lifting her hips to me as she gazes at me, her eyes filled with lust. “**** me with my own gun.”

I smile, leaning down, my lips dangerously close to Natasha's own. "Oh... I almost forgot, Agent Romanov..."

"Hail Hydra." I whisper softly, ramming the barrel of the pistol into her cunt, burying it deep inside her dripping pussy.

Natasha barely hears my words, her mind processing the information far too slowly in her current state. Her eyes at last go wide with final recognition as I ram the barrel up inside her body. Black Widow cries out, her moans echoing throughout the room as she screams in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Burying the gun up to the trigger guard, I twist the handle as the walls of her pussy stretch open around it. I slide it out slowly only to plunge the pistol back into Widow's dripping slit.

“Oh god! Yes, yes..." Natasha cries out in pleasure with each thrust, feeling the cold metal and grooves inside her sensitive pussy. She hates herself for enjoying this, but it felt so good inside her. It felt... amazing.

"Fuck me... more." Natasha pleads. "Fuck me with my gun."

In and out, the cold metallic shaft drives up into her pussy. Each thrust sends jolts through Natasha's naked flesh as it continues to press against me. She can feel my cock, massive and thick, as it throbs with heat. It rubs against her thigh, pulsing and rocking against her skin in rhythm to the pistol inside her.

"Do you like that, Agent Romanov?" I ask softly into her ear. "Does it feel good, burrowing into your cunt? Your pussy juices coating the barrel, filling the chamber with your oozing juices? Do you need more?"