Wanda Maximov forces her to eat her out

Natasha wakes up one morning. As the sunlight filters into her private quarters in the Avengers' base, her eyes slowly open. Her luscious red hair fans out across her soft, white pillow. Her perfectly-formed feet poke out from under her white duvet. She stretches and yawns as she wakes up.

After a few minutes, she gets out of bed. She is wearing a skimpy bikini. Her large, curvy breasts are barely contained by the white bra. Her nipples are clearly visible through the fabric. Although her panties barely cover her pussy, no hair is visible at all. Her pearly skin glistens in the morning sunshine. She walks slowly to the window and gazes out. It is a beautiful day.

After a while, she decides that she should probably get ready for the day ahead, and goes inside the bathroom. She strips completely and gets into the shower, turning it on. As the droplets of water slide down her, steam rises off her pale skin. She scrubs herself thoroughly. Her underarms are completely free of hair; as is her pussy. After soaping and rinsing most of her body, she shifts her hand further down her body. When she reaches her labia, she glides her fingers over the lips, pausing for a moment, and them slides two fingers in. A soft moan of pleasure escapes her lips. Within a moment, she is pushing in and out of her tight vagina. She uses her other had to start rubbing her clit, making small circles. Her moans escalate in intensity as she fucks herself harder and harder. Before long, she starts to climax. With a shriek of pleasure, she pushes her fingers deep inside of her and orgasms.

A minute later, she turns off the shower and steps out. She grabs her towel off the rail and dries herself off. She then proceeds to wrap the towel around her hot skin, leaving only her stunning breasts visible. She steps out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. She walks over to her closet, and opens it.

'What shall I wear today?' she thinks out loud. She runs her had over the vast selection of lingerie, finally coming to rest on a pale pink bra. She takes it out and puts it on, clipping it behind her back. She pulls out matching panties from a drawer and slides the up her legs. As there are no missions planned for today, she chooses more casual clothes then usual. She picks a long-sleeved, black top, which is fitted tight and emphasises her amazing breasts. From another drawer, she gets a pair of ripped denim shorts which, once she puts them on, are very revealing.

Once fully dressed, she strolls into her living room. On the giant screen at the end, a notification pops up.

'Hi Natasha,' FRIDAY's voice says, 'you have one new message.'

'Read it to me then,' Natasha responds impatiently.

'Tony Stark says that he, Steve and Clint are out on a mission today. Thor is God knows where and Bruce has gone to the New York sanctuary with Vision to talk to Stephen.'

'Okay,' Natasha replies, 'I guess that just leaves me and Wanda.' Natasha says this with a bit of a grimace, as she has always found Wanda a bit weird and reclusive. She decides to try and avoid her today.