Part 2

"Where is it Red?" Nick said as he dug through MJ and Peter's clothes.

MJ looked at the big man from her knees with a confused expression, "Where is what, Sir?"

Nick paused his movements to stare at the redhead with incredulity, "The Spiderman costume Red."

"Ohh, well Peter hides that, it should be in the vent near the bed." MJ said as her head went back down to see Nick's growing bulge. "Why does Sir want it?"

"What do you think you are going to wear today for the photoshoot?" Sneered Nick. "Do you think it will fit you?"

MJ blushed, "It is skin tightening, so it should adjust to Red's size. But won't it be bad if Red and Sir are caught with it?"

Laughing Nick said, "Nah, you won't be wearing the mask all the time, people will just think you are a very dedicated cos-player. And skin-tightening, fantastic. No bra, or panties needed then."

"But Sir, Red's cucky-husband is the one who always shoots photos of Spiderman." MJ said as she licked her lips, the idea of wearing Peter's suit in front of Nick was getting her wet.

"That just makes it even more special and less likely anyone would believe it." said the amused photographer, "everyone will see me credited as the photographer, and everyone will know hubby is in jail. Did Peter ever let you wear the suit?"

"No, he asked Red once to wear it and give him a BJ, but Red just felt strange doing it. Typical of him though, trying to fellate himself." Smirked MJ.

"What a sicko, still I ain't spidey. I am going to have you wear it while I throat fuck you. But not now." Grinned Nick as he pulled the suit from below the bed. "Now strip."

MJ shucked her clothes in record speed before kneeling once again at the foot of the bed. "Should Red put it on now?"

"Nope," Nick said as he lay down on the couples bed, "Not your personal bed, but good enough for now." Come up here and stick that twat on my cock. I want to fuck you on your bed. Going to record this and send it to Peter."

MJ couldn't move faster as she jumped to her feet and climbed onto the bed. On her hands and knees she crawled up from the foot of the bed, letting her swaying breasts lightly brush against his body. Her head hung down, her tongue out and dragging against his skin as she continued her crawl. A line of saliva soon formed from Nick's big toe to his cock, then up his belly to his mouth, where MJ kissed Nick as she gripped his hard rod and placed him against the entrance of her velvety hot cave.

"Red loves her Sir." MJ mewed as she welcomed his thick member into her too tight tunnel, forcing four inches on the first venture down. She had used the **** of her entire weight to accomplish the opening salvo and neither were disappointed. Her hands moved to his shoulders, pressing down on him as she used the leverage to bury more of his cock into her.

MJ's hips were unrelenting as she twerked up and down, trying to gain more and more inches of length into her snatch. Eventually, she had to adjust and grip the bed's headboard. Her tights swaying in Nick's face.

"How do you like this? Fucking in the bed you are supposed to share with Peter, with your husband!" Nick snarled up at the sweating redhead.

"It's so good, Sir is so much better than he ever was and it's so hot. Red can imagine him watching Sir fuck Sir's little Red from the corn...OHH MY GOD." MJ screamed and collapsed on Nick. Her breasts mashing into his face as he grinned.

Taking a handful of her hair, Nick pulled her away to look him in the eye and said, "Imagine when we do it in your actual marital bed. With Spidey in jail, it won't be long. I plan to leave the bed covered in your, and my body fluids. I want to fuck you in every room of your small apartment."

"Sir, fuck your little Red hard." MJ said before trying to dive down and kiss Nick.

Nick wouldn't have it and jerked back harshly on the red mane in his grip. In a flash Nick had flipped them around before sending two short, tight slaps to MJ's face.

"You slut, you don't order me around. EVER." MJ felt her breath leave her body as Nick lifted her legs above her head and dropped his entire weight on her. His cock plunging to her core. Her knees pressing into her shoulders. His fat crushing into her thighs. It was obscene, disgusting, gross and MJ came like a dump truck; long, slow and hard.

Nick grinned as MJ screamed and screamed beneath him. He was squatting over her now like a sumo wrestler. One of his hands was holding her wrists above her head and his other holding her ankles. Pancaking her into the bed.

"You wanted it hard bitch, you get it hard." Grunted a sweating Nick.

"FUCK YEES SIR."

"Tell me you are a worthless whore."

"Red is a worthless whore."

"Tell me what you think of Peter."

"He's a small dicked little cuck Sir. Red wishes he could see the love of his life being fucked properly."

"What else."

"Red wishes he was sitting in the corner tied up while Sir...Oomph."

Nick drove into MJ ruthlessly, trying his best to punch through to her mouth from her cunt.

"God damn your cunt is amazing Red, I'm so glad spider-cuck is out of the picture for now. I am going to live inside your cunt for the next few days. I am going to shoot you so full of cum you are going to have MY. GOD. DAMN. KID." Roared Nick as he began to shoot load after load of thick white sperm into MJ. His body lying fully on top of the redhead, while she struggled to breathe bent in half. Her eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy, all air pushed from her lungs by the sheer weight of the fat man pressing into her.

Rolling off her, Nick kneeled and flopped his cock over MJ's lips in silent order. She complied as she stuck her little pink tongue out and cleaned the mixed juices from his flagging member.

Satisfied, Nick began to dress as he threw the spidey-suit to MJ. She dressed in the skin-tight suit, leaving her head uncovered. Making sure it really did appear to be cos-play and together, hand-in-hand, they strode to Felicia's cabin. When they arrived they were surprised to find a second police gathering. And the same detective as only a few hours ago.

"Detective Knight, what is going on here?" Asked the confused Nick, "We were coming to pick up the other model for our Spiderman versus Black Cat photoshoot. This is her cabin."

"Where did those two go?" Felicia thought to herself as she laid the last of her clothes out. Pulling out her phone she hit record. "Damn that lecher and minx, they are probably fucking. Guess I'll send them a video of me. Can't believe he would turn down the chance to fuck MJ in Peter's bed."

"Who is in Peter's bed?" Felicia heard the clear tones of her date for this week in Flash come in through the bedroom door, "Can't believe Peter did that and got arrested."

"Ohh I was just saying I hope Peter can be safe in jail and how MJ will be sad alone in Peter's bed." Felicia covered for herself as she three her phone on the bed and added, "I may spend the night with her tonight."

"That would be a shame. We haven't had any progress this week. Have you considered my proposal. You said you needed this week to think about it, but I have barely seen you." Flash said with pain in his voice, "You haven't so much as touched me since we had sex the first night. I know you are sneaking out at night."

"Flash dear, you are sweet, but I don't think we are right together." Felicia said, trying to put the handsome quarterback down nicely.

"Why? I'm handsome, nice, rich. Where do I fall short?" Flash said as tears began to fall from his eyes, "I have always treated you right."

"Dear Flash. You are all those things, but that's not what I want."

Flash's eyes blinked rapidly, his fist balling. The veins on his neck throbbing with rage.

"I tried to be nice with you, but you just had to be a bitch about it." Flash raged as he grabbed Felicia by her blonde hair and tried to throw her into the wall .

Felicia swirled away from Flash's grab and spun smoothly to the back of the quarterback. With a lower leg kick to Flash's knee she sent the big man to the floor screaming as he clutched at his shattered leg.

"You bitch, you broke my knee cap. I'm going to fucking own you when I'm done with you." Flash snarled as he rolled back and forth on the ground.

Felicia hesitated before sending a sweeping kick up and through Flash's face, silencing her friends screams of pain and sending him to unconsciousness.

"Shit, what is the problem with men on this trip." Felicia grabbed her discarded phone and shrieked in glee. "Fuck yes, I forgot to stop recording."

Watching the video quickly she quickly edited it so she cut off the part about MJ fucking someone in Peter's bed and then saved it to her cloud as well as messaging it to Nick before calling 911 and explaining the situation.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Big Dick himself." Misty said with a smirk and a pat on Nick's shoulder, obviously still not quite believing his hype. "Apparently a the woman here was defending herself from an attack by Flash Thompson."

"Flash tried attacking Felicia, why? He loved her. He just proposed a week ago..." MJ said before she trailed off to look at Nick.

"Hey don't blame me, she never said yes to him even before her and I started fucking." Nick said drawing his hands up in mock self-defense before turning to the detective, "She's another of the women who have found they like being under my cock."

"Please." Detective Knight said dismissively but with a small glance down at Nick's crotch. "We are just finishing up interviewing them both. So Felicia can go with you shortly."

"Thanks Detective." Nick said as he turned to wait with the crowd.

"You know Detective, he isn't kidding." MJ giggled before skipping off to follow Nick and find him playing with his cellphone. "What's that Sir?"

"A video Felicia sent me, apparently it has the incident recorded. One second. Officer, officer." Nick yelled to the same officer who had taken his card earlier.

"Yes, Mr. Katzenberg."

"Felicia sent me this video file, it appears to have the incident on it." Nick explained.

"Yes, it's why Flash is being arrested and she is being let go. Same video she gave us. Smart of her to send it to another place in case anything happened to her phone. Her she comes now. She's a brave woman."

"That she is." Nick said in agreement.

Felicia spotted Nick and ran toward him before throwing her arms around his neck and beginning to sob into his flabby chest. "Ohhh Nick. Flash went crazy when I turned him down. I never meant to hurt him, he's a good guy."

"He is, we talked about it, but I never thought he would take things this hard." Nick said while rubbing Felicia's tense shoulders. "We thought we would be able to talk to him together."

"I don't want him going to jail, but I am scared he might do something to you." Felicia said as her tears continued to soak Nick's shirt.

"We will figure it out babe." MJ said as came over and hugged Felicia's head.

"Thanks MJ." Sniffled Felicia before she broke into a smile, "Why are you dressed like Spiderman? Spiderwoman? Spidergirl?"

"Ohh, I thought I could shoot a Spiderwoman, Black Cat fight and make up session." Nick said laughing. "You up for it."

"You know what, pretending to be someone else sounds good."

"You really are the stud." Detective Knight said as she came towards the trio.

"Yep, our man is the best." Said Felicia as she grabbed Nick's arm.

Nick's smile grew wide as he caught Ms. Knight giving him the up and down. "You know if you are interested, I could use a police detective in the photo shoot. Spidey and Black Cat make up, but Spidey has to arrest her and bring her to the police. It would be a fun little shoot. Or we could use those cuffs for other purposes?"

"I will not let you use me or my equipment to glorify vigilante justice." Said the detective. Her face was becoming frostier by the second.

"Fine, just an idea. Plus it's not like we have the real Spiderman or Black Cat here. As for using your cuffs, well let's just say I have my own back in my cabin." Nick said as he leaned forward, "The question is Ms. Knight. Do you want to be the cuffer, or the cuffed?"

"Are you asking to cuff a Black woman?" Detective Knight said with a raised eyebrow.

Nick took a step back to assess the woman but saw something that confused him. This woman wasn't as frosty as she had been when he mentioned using her equipment. She seemed excited, teasing. He was at an impasse. He wasn't one to care about the race of the woman he was fucking, but he also wasn't about to delve into any race fetish this woman had.

"I wouldn't mind cuffing you and teaching you the finer aspects of bondage, but even I have a line I won't cross." Nick said with a bit of apprehension.

Misty raised her eyebrow even higher at the response. She had never had a man consider delving into BDSM with her. With today's views on race most men were scared to get into it with a Black woman. She understood, but it was hard to quench her thirst without it. "I am well aware of the possible stigmas involved and I don't want to pretend to be a **** coming from Africa. I, shit, I didn't agree to participate in..."

Nick cut through before this woman walked away, "But you did, right now. And I do have some experience as both a Master and a Dom. Tell you what come by MJ's apartment Saturday and we will close the doors and windows and what happens in her apartment, stays in her apartment. I'll bring my toys."

Without another word, Nick put his arms around MJ and Felicia and walked into the cabin.

https://www.patreon.com/mahblahblah33

Drafts for Mary Jane Cheats available starting at next chapter.

Mostly dedicated to my other story (Love versus the system)