The Courtship of Mary Jane Watson

"This was nice and everything, but I was wondering, did you want to do something a little more involved? Tonight or tomorrow?"

"Absolutely, Rob. That sounds lovely."

"Great! You know, I have my own private jet. We could go almost anywhere you want to!"

"Oh, I don't know about tha-"

"Like New York - the ritzy part, not Queens or anything - or Paris or Milan or Tokyo or Sidney -"

"Rob..."

"Seriously, anything you'd like MJ! There's nothing that I-"

"Rob. How about we just do something a touch simpler. Like... walk around the boardwalk after dinner? It'll be like when we went to Coney Island as kids."

"Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice."

"Great. See you around seven tonight?"

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It was strange, Rob thought, so very strange after the journey he had been on. So many women, and here he was, anxious and giddy over Mary Jane Watson. He wanted to impress her, woo her, but it seemed that the world famous supermodel was as down to earth as they came, enjoying the simpler things. As much as Rob wanted to bend over backwards and sweep her off her feet with a grand, romantic gesture, couldn't help but acquiesce to her desires. It was as if he had fallen for the fantasy his wish had created, that MJ really was his childhood best friend and they were rekindling their spark. Logically, he knew it wasn't real, but... well, it was a nice little fantasy to play along with, wasn't it?

A coffee date in the afternoon was followed by a stroll alongside the water in the evening (were they dates? Did MJ have romantic intentions with Rob? Did she know he had feelings for her?). Bristling with energy and looking forward to the evening, Rob had a quick dinner with his girls before heading out to pick up MJ in one of his many luxury cars. Before long, the two were casually strolling along the town's waterfront, gently buffeted by a cool ocean breeze, with the setting sun casting everything in a soft, dusky orange.

Every now and again, fans would come up to MJ, recognizing her from this or that, asking for autographs or selfies, and she was always happy to oblige, although Rob wasn't too happy with all the male attention MJ inevitably drew. It had been a long time since he felt such insecurity and jealousy.

Eventually though, after tearing away from MJ's loving public, the two made their way down the boardwalk, making polite chitchat, checked out various knick-knacks at the souvenir shops, before grabbing ice cream and drinks at a restaurant on the pier.

"Hmm, you know what this reminds me of?" MJ mused with a beamish smile, dreamily gazing into to the sunset while Rob dreamily stared at the gorgeous redhead. When Rob didn't respond, MJ went ahead and spoke again. "Coney Island! Ah man, how many nights in the summer did we spend there?"

"Oh, uh, jeez. Too many to count?" Rob fumbled through his answer, forcing himself to smile. It was so awkward going through this without the memories that Mary Jane had, but he was going to make it work. She chuckled nostalgically, giving him another winning smile with her perfect pearly whites.

"You know, I've been meaning to ask, how did you end up founding a social media site?" MJ asked, her gaze set on Rob, deeply inquisitive. "I mean, it's an art site and you've always been an artist, but doesn't it take a lot of money to manage everything? Plus, it feels like it just appeared out of nowhere, popping up overnight."

"Yeah, it was kind of a whirlwind of a thing, to be honest." Rob replied with a disarming laugh. "Happened so fast I could barely process it. I just happened to stumble onto a huge windfall - a mix of inheritance, investment, and winning the lottery - and I asked myself, 'what can I do to give back with all this cash'?"

"And naturally, your first inclination was to start a pornographic social media website." MJ needled with good-natured snark. Rob squirmed in his seat, shrugging and smiling at the remark.

"Well, you know, sex sells in all. Plus, not to get on my high horse, but as an erotic artist myself, I felt it was imperative to have a platform that actually supported smut for a change. Besides, there are other aspects to the site, too."

"Oh, yeah. Like I said, a lot of my colleagues use it like Insta or any other platform, posting stuff you would see on there. Actually, they often say how much they love it because there's a lack of creeps trying to hit on them in their DMs."

"I could never be a woman on the internet. Some of the stuff I've seen... like, holy shit." The two then reached the awkward pause stage of their conversation, MJ lapping up her ice cream while Rob sucked down on his drink. He ended up being the one to break the impasse, asking, "So... do you use Slutter at all, MJ?"

Now, it was MJ's turn to shrink and squirm. "Sorry... it's a little too wild for me, Rob. I mean, no offence to you, but have you seen some of the stuff that gets posted on the adult side? The NSFW side? The uh..."

"We call them 'X-class accounts'. And stuff like your modelling friend's accounts are 'E-class'." Rob explained. The terminology was all Asami's, a way to market and identify the two halves of the site.

"Right, yeah. Like, the stuff with Daenerys Targaryen?" MJ's eyes then went wide, as she hunched over the table, leaning towards Rob and speaking in hushed tones. "I mean, I can't say I'm super familiar with European politics, but wasn't she some kind of feminist icon? And now she's saying that while dressed like that? It's crazy, man..."

Rob held his hands up in defense. "I cannot be held liable for whatever Ms. Targaryen has been saying on my platform."

"Oh, wow, you really do sound like a big-shot corporate bigwig, Rob." MJ joked with a wink. "Seriously though, I'm okay with free expression and whatnot, she can say whatever she likes to, but again, it's just weird how all of a sudden this is. Like, one day I woke up and the rest of the world decided to go on a strange, erotic bend without me. You've got former politicians now expressing the joys of slavery and BDSM, college girls posting nudes and working at clubs, and I think I heard girls announcing how they're in a relationship with their own mothers? Seriously weird..."

Rob and MJ continued to chat, Rob doing his best to hide his smile at MJ's realization of what kind of world she was in. He couldn't wait for the moment her personally took her down the tour of that strange, erotic bend she mentioned.

But for now, if he was being honest, Rob was entirely enamoured with MJ and her company. Whether it was a date or not, he was loving the time he got to spend with her.

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Meanwhile, peering from the bushes through a pair of binoculars like they were a pair of snoops on a low-rent sitcom, Wanda and Zatanna were watching the entire not-date. Well, Wanda was watching intently, Zatanna was mostly bored by the entire affair.

"I do not understand." Wanda said, binoculars focused on the laughing Mary Jane Watson. "If the Master desires this woman, why not just claim her immediately? He has ample opportunity and power to do so. Why go through with this courtship?"

Zatanna shrugged, bored with their little stakeout. She had no idea why Wanda dragged her along to play spy, nor why she decided to do this in-person as opposed to staying in the Big House and scry on them. "Master does as Master pleases." Zatanna replied, picking leaves from her hair. "Sometimes, he likes to have a bit of fun. Draw things out. What's the harm?"

Wanda harumphed. "He should be focusing on his conquests." This drew a chuckle and an amused smiled from Zatanna.

"Sounds like someone is jealous." Wanda piqued in frustration, hackles raised like a cat, only calming down when Zatanna threw her arms around her.

"I am not jealous, sister." Wanda insisted, eyes still locked on MJ and Rob. "Rob's love for me is genuine, and I do not feel threatened by you or her or anyone. Still, though, it frustrates me that he would play games."

"Master does as Master wishes." Zatanna repeated. "Trust me, I am aware of frustrations with how he acts. That's how we came together. But, if you learn how to enjoy the flow, take it slow just like he does..." Two kisses were planted on Wanda, first her earlobe and then her cheek. "You can learn there's plenty of fun to be had in this harem."

After a third kiss, it was finally enough for Wanda to put down her binoculars, sharing Zatanna's embrace and turning into her. "What sort of fun, dear sister?"

"Well... I can't say I've partaken too much, but we are part of a harem full of gorgeous women, enthralled to our beloved. And once they're made aware of our position as his hands, hmm... well, what kind of fun indeed, dear Wanda?"

A soft sigh and a soft kiss between the two, Wanda almost melting in Zatanna's arms. "Hmm, well, when you put it that way..."

Witch and magician vanished into the night soon after, leaving their Master to his fun.

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The two burst beyond the threshold of her bedroom door, practically stumbling over each other and tumbling over. Bodies were pressed tight against one another, lips sealed together in a heated, extended kiss. Hands eagerly explored the other's body, with one being reluctantly torn away to fumble for a light switch.

Mary Jane and Rob had been seeing each other most everyday for almost two weeks, going on walks down the boardwalk, going out for lunch or dinner or brunch, to the movies, to the arcade, to anywhere and everywhere they wanted where they could enjoy each other's company. It only seemed inevitable that they would eventually give in to their biological urges.

Before she had bloomed into a beauty beyond approach, Mary Jane Watson was a gawky, awkward girl from a broken home. A social outcast who naturally gravitated towards other social outcasts, like Rob. She wasn't sure why they never hooked up when they were kids; perhaps just pure, teenaged awkwardness? But, whatever the reason, from the moment they reunited, MJ could tell Rob had the hots for her. And, if she were allowed a moment of pure vanity, she was hardly surprised. The modelling industry may be leaving her behind, but that's because they were backwards as all hell. She knew she was still smoking hot and she knew when a man or a woman was smitten with her. And Rob was beyond smitten. From the way he looked at her, MJ could swear Rob was living out a long-cherished fantasy.

Sure, she wasn't going to be in town forever. And sure, they were both adults busy with their careers. And sure, this might just be a one-time thing (MJ had wondered, were they officially going on dates? Officially an item? Boyfriend and girlfriend? No, they were adults. They didn't need such labels to be intimate). And sure, Rob may not be the most attractive man she had ever laid her eyes on, but MJ could tell he was still the same sweet, passionate boy from her childhood, projecting a sincere earnestness that most men lacked.

Plus, as MJ was very quickly finding out, he was one hell of a kisser! His lips were soft, his tongue was strong, he offered no wasted motion, and it was if she could feel his love and lust pour out from his mouth into hers. His height and girth weren't for show, either, as the big man was strong, yet gentle, his big hands always finding the right places to hold and caress and grope, offering the appropriate amount of strength and tenderness with preternatural ease.

Atop the bed, the two quickly began to undress, Mary Jane suddenly realizing how flushed and warm she felt beneath her thin tank top before Rob discarded it. Clad only in her bra and jeans, Rob went to work, softly pecking at the myriad of freckles splayed across her chest, while one hand undid the clasps to her pants and slowly wormed it's way downwards. MJ gasped and shuddered all of sudden, both from Rob's blizzard of kisses, and from the revelation of how wet she was. Had it been that long since he had taken care of her most basic urges? Or was Rob and his magic hands just that could at making her purr.

"Hmm, okay, okay, slow down, tiger..." MJ managed to finally say. Her breathing was surprisingly shallow and her words oddly thick with pent-up need. She placed a hand on the center of Rob's sternum before lowering it to his belly, rubbing it affectionately, every rotation pulling her hand lower. "You've been all give so far, Robbie, and I'm feeling a little bad about it. How about I take control for a hot moment?"

Also breathing shallowly, MJ smirked as she saw Rob blush, chest rising and lowering even more rapidly at her enticing offer. Her hand was on his thick bulge, gently cupping the shape of his length before he answered. "I'd have have to be stupid not take you up on that offer, MJ..."

MJ's smirk deepened. Yeah, she still had it. She was still hot stuff. Sure, she had throngs of fans wherever she went, but this was different. Everyone wanted to be wanted, needed.

She gave another firm squeeze. And she could feel just how much Rob needed her right now.

Not to slut-shame the girls in the business, but MJ did pride herself on the fact that she never spent anytime on the casting couch. Never sold her body for favours or a leg up in the vicious world of modelling and acting. That wasn't to say she was a virgin or a prude or anything like that. Casual sex went part and parcel in the modelling world, meaning that MJ had seen and handled her fair share of penises through the years.

With all that said, MJ could say that Rob's cock was... pretty could. Not the biggest, but above average in length. It's greatest qualities were it's thickness and girth and how responsive it was, springing forth when she freed it from his pants, erect and throbbing, broadcasting that it needed some TLC.

"So, Mister Social Media Big-Shot." MJ taunted with a husky voice, blowing kisses onto the throbbing shaft before her. "I bet you've gotten head from a super model tonnes of times, huh?"

"Actually, you'd be my first..." Rob said with an unsteady voice. This took MJ aback, but she was focused enough not to break her patter.

"Oh, well, I bet you've had more than a few of your stars go down on you then?" She gave it a rough kiss on the shaft, enjoying the noises Rob was making atop the bed.

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I have. Plenty of times. I don't even have to offer them anything. My girls just love my cock."

"Mhmm... I can see why. Well, just lay back and relax, Rob..." With the barest tip of her tongue, MJ ringed a circle around the swollen head of the member before taking hold of it with both hands. It was like steel, offering no give in her firm grasp. "And let me take care of you tonight."

MJ's blowjob was slow and sensual, her plump, velvety soft lips swallowing the head and very slowly making her way down the shaft. She made sure to keep one hand on the shaft and another on his balls the whole time, too, her thumb running up and down the spine of his cock, gently massaging it. Rob sank into the bed, luxuriating atop it, letting out a great, rumbling moan of pleasure. Watching with her bright emerald eyes, MJ felt a jolt of satisfaction. She still had it~

However, as she slowly drew deeper, her own roar of pleasure ringing from the back of her throat, MJ felt more than just satisfaction over her felatio skills. There was something... intensely erotic about Rob's cock. Something she couldn't put her finger... er, tongue on. It was like sucking a livewire - pure energy sparked and sizzled on her taste buds, trilling down her throat and filling up her belly with an intoxicating warmth. Her head felt light and airy, her body temp spiking wildly from core to skin, and she could feel the arousal building in her body, her breasts and nipples and vagina all pulsing in time with the throbbing of Rob's cock.

God, was I really that ****? That needy? That pent-up? MJ was soon lost in her own thoughts, autopilot taking over as she swallowed ever deeper, Rob sinking into the bed. One of his hands came up behind her, stroking her long red locks, put also keeping her in place. She smirked.

I mean, I know life has been stressful lately. My agency wants to drop me because I'm "old" and my acting career hasn't been stellar. I'm at a crossroads. But was my solution really just getting laid?

So lost in thought was Mary Jane that she didn't realize her own pace quickening, nor the quivering of Rob's member, the turgid rod spasming to release and filling her mouth with a flood of semen. A muffled shout of shock came from her pursed lips, as the thick load filled her mouth, bloating her cheeks, several swallows slipping down her throat. Gaping with wide-opened eyes, MJ waited until Rob fully release. She could feel the hot goo leaking from her lips, the viscous mass sitting heavily on her tongue.

Slightly embarrassed by how things went, MJ held up a finger, silently asking for a moment, before tearing her mouth from Rob's dick and scurrying to the bathroom to spit out the wad of cum into the toilet. She may be brushing up against the ageism of the modelling industry, but she considered herself to old to be swallowing. Still, all things considered, as she smacked her lips and rolled her tongue around in her mouth, Rob's cum didn't taste too bad. If this became a recurring thing, she might even come to like it. She didn't even have to rinse her mouth out with mouthwash like usual.

Still, Rob did look a little put out that she had regurgitated his hard expelled seed. And he looked even a little more put out when she fished out a condom from the nightstand and threw it to him.

"Your sluts let you take them raw?" MJ asked playfully, pausing in shock over how saucy her language was.

"Let's just say it's been a while since I've worn a rubber..." Rob replied, still dutifully rolling the condom down his length. Mary Jane was pleasantly surprised to see he was still has hard and proud as before.

"Well, sorry there, tiger. At least it looks like you've still got the skills..." MJ bit down on her lip, doing her best sexy catwalk strut towards the edge of the bed, heart pounding in her chest. "You know, I don't know how you did it, but you've got me all worked up. Ah, ah... stay put, right there, Robbie. I'm the one in need, so I'm gonna be in charge. Get ready to get ridden, tiger..."

It did not escape Mary Jane's notice as to how excited Rob was getting whenever she purred out "tiger". She didn't know where she pulled that from, but it fit. It fit him and she liked the way it sounded on her tongue.

Quickly, MJ stripped down, fully nude, posing before Rob. She could see the deep admiration in his eyes. Fond, genuine affection with profound appreciation for her with what seemed to be infinite lust and want. MJ felt a tremor run down her spine. It felt good to be wanted.

With light, swift footsteps, MJ leapt to the bed and crawled long Rob's lower half, before positioning herself at his erect cock. She ran her swollen, wet womenhood up it's length, gasping and moaning in sheer wantoness. She felt her brain short out for a second, just straight blanking out. Was his cock magic? It defied belief! MJ had been with guys with massive hogs who bragged about there lovemaking skills from dusk to dawn, and yet it was good-natured, slightly portly Rob Daily with the magic cock that sent her body into overdrive.

Wasting little time, MJ lowered herself onto Rob, immediately overwhelmed by the sensations radiating from his cock. If it felt good in her mouth, then it felt heavenly in her pussy. She was so well lubricated that it slid right in, filling her up with a profound sense of satisfaction. Her inner walls hugged tightly against the thick length of his cock, not wanting to let go, and it all felt so perfect. Like they were made for one another.

Okay, calm down girl. It's just a cock. No reason to go completely gaga...

MJ straddled atop Rob, finding her balance with her legs splayed to the side, hunching forward to press her palms against his chest. Rob followed suit by taking a hold of her hips, his soft hands gliding upward to where they cupped her breasts from below.

"Hmm... you're a boog buy, aren't ya?" MJ teased in a husky voice, as he felt him lightly grope her heaving bust.

Rob grunted in the affirmative. "I want to see them bounce..."

"Then let's get to work, tiger~"

Tonight, MJ played cowgirl while Rob played bucking bronco, though it was the bronco that was holding onto dear life, grasping the redhead's hips as she bounced wildly atop him. He did get to see her great breasts bounce up and down, too, much to Rob's delight. As much as MJ tried to be a generous lover, but she was far too engrossed in herself right now to pay any attention to Rob. If it felt heavenly resting inside her, then feeling it move up and down, stretching her, hitting her in spot she didn't know existed... it was in describable! She hadn't even orgasmed yet and it was far and away the best sex she had ever had in her life!

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes! FUCK! Rob, you're so good! It feels so fucking good! Mmm, keep going, keep going, do-ooooo-n't stop! Mmm, yeah tiger, keep going, you're so big, so sexy, I love it, I fucking love it!"

If she had her wits about her, MJ would be blushing once more over her language, how she was acting. She certainly was not a limp fish in bed, but she was also never so wild and vocal in her lovemaking. But there was something about Rob that caused her inhibitions to fly out the window.

Or maybe she really did just need to get laid. Who knows?

What she did know was that time became a blur, from when she began riding to Rob to when they cuddled in the warm satisfaction of post-coital bliss. Body slick with sweat, hair mussed, legs and groin aching, MJ stared at the ceiling in breathless joy. Maybe they weren't in an official relationship. Maybe they had given in to a shallow impulse by having sex. And maybe MJ was being quite shallow in her newfound attraction for Rob's sexual prowess, but these thoughts were the furthest thing from her mind right now.

Right now, she was just happy to have reconnected with an old friend and discovered a new face to their relationship. Taking one of Rob's hands, she rolled towards his arm and chest, resting her head atop him, closing her eyes and smiling.

It was a shame she was heading back to New York next month. A girl could get use to having this kind of man in her life...

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Hey everyone, I'm back! Been a while hasn't it? Been longer than I wanted or expected...

Not to go into too much detail because it is quite personal, the last month was... not fun, to say the least. After my break and my vacation, there was a **** in the family. I've been dealing with that and it obviously sapped my desire to write smut and now I've been out of the game for so long, I am struggling to get back into the groove of things.

So, hopefully this is the first of many updates in the future. I make no promises, but I will do my best to get back into the swing of things. Maybe we won't be seeing two chapters a week like we were for most of the year, but I will do my best to perform frequent updates.

Until next time then.