Sue's new job at Fisk Zone Industries (FZI)

Sue Storm sighed, well, as best she could with the Arthrosian's cock in her mouth. The long slim brown slimy cock was pumping in and out of her mouth. Deko, one of her regulars, was getting his favorite, a blowjob from a human. At first, the insectoid's cocks disgusted her, but as time went on, and she sucked many, ahem MANY, of them, she found the taste less displeasing than other aliens. Like a syringe, Deko's phallic hole shot out a brown long thin cock, down into her throat. She barely did much cock sucking with Arthrosian's, so much as allowing them to pump their thin cocks down her throat. At least Deko didn't want to fuck her this time. She always felt like she was being stung in the vagina by a large bee when fucking and insectoid.

“Eeeeee, eeeeeee,” Deko's eyes fluttered.

Sue knew by now this meant he was close. She made a swallowing motion, just like her client enjoyed, and felt the cum flood her stomach. He began pulling out, and the long phallus slipped through her lips, causing some of the sweet cum to hit her taste buds. It wasn't half bad, and she'd like to taste it all, but no luck today.

Deko fell back on the plush negative zone version of a leather couch in the private “champagne room”. He buzzed loudly, a sound that frightened Sue months ago around these creatures, but now she knew it was like purring. “Izzzzz luuuuvvvvvvvvzzzze youzzzzz suuukizzzz! Lezzzzz meeeezzzz buzzzzzz youzzzzz!” He stared at the human beauty, with the buxom chest, unlike the females of his species. She was wiping her chin clean and then adjusted the tight white see through mesh fishnet outfit around her ample breasts. It was a full body mesh outfit, that left her tone legs uncovered. She was lovely to the Arthrosian.

Sue now understood his speech. He told her he loved her, and wanted her to let him buy her. As he always did. She adjusted the part of the outfit around her crotch, releasing some tension on her pussy and ass. She couldn't avoid the camel toe. Why did that even matter, when you could see her cunt on display. It was several of her clients “favorite” outfit complete with platform white wrap around six inch heels that made her tower over most patrons of this **** ship.

“OH DEKO!” She kissed his forehead. “You're a sweety. But I'd rather not go live on Arthros.”

The insectoid handed her 500 crups, plus another 100 for a tip. She counted it and smiled, blowing him a kiss and walking back out to the main floor. She spotted Huss, the lizard woman at the bar, as numerous patrons partied and got dances. On the main stage, the new Tyannan girl was trying her best to do a seductive dance. The orange furred cat-like alien girl looked at Sue and smiled. She was Sue's “pet” project. The two had been engaged in a three-some with as short Entemen only a night ago. Sue was showing her the ropes.

By now, Sue was a senior girl on this **** ship. She'd been here several months. Sadly, that would only mean a few hours on Earth. She checked her Earth watch, and realized it was only about 5PM on Earth. To Johnny on his date with Crystal, only a few hours had passed. Months had past here. The **** ship had flown further from the nexus of the Zone, so time was much slower.

Sue sighed as her ass was slapped. Zarn came in and pushed the small Druff aside. Aliens, Sue thought, no different than Earth men. Sue found that out really quickly on this **** ship, “Arma's Delight”. She shook her head and sat down next to Huss, the lizard woman who had once been an enemy. All that changed when Sue “gave in”. She hadn't really been broken. She just resigned herself to this life. There was no escape. If she didn't dance, suck and fuck, she be sold to someone. That could be bad. Huss accepted her once she saw the girl become the prostitute Huss was herself.

Sue bought a 'mind-eraser' from Yugg, the Xantarean bartender. She sipped it deeply.

“Hey Sucks. Rough time with Deko?” Huss hissed in her own accent.

Sue shook her head, “He's always tame, unlike some other customers.” She looked over to Clarg the Druff. That alien loved to stick it in EVERY hole. Sue had become well acquainted with the anatomies of many aliens. In fact, she lost count of how many aliens races she'd actually slept with. Few humans bought her. Why would they on an alien sex ship with various females from various species. Sue was largely bought by aliens.

Huss and Sue watched the girls danced, and had some drinks. Chirp came over and joined them. The three ladies had ended their shift, and it was time to hit the showers. Clarg approached Sue, but she pushed him away, and Zarn came to her defense.

After getting a nice hot shower, Sue dressed in her tight blue shiny pants, the best and closest thing to normal earth clothes. She kept on the outfit under the pants, still exposing her large nipples. Zarn would like it, she thought as she made her way to his room. She had begun a sexual relationship with Zarn. One that in her mind was truly cheating on Reed, even more so than all the sex. It was intimate and private, and she slept with him. Yet, she needed the human companionship and his touch. It was warm and loving, and she was sure he had intense feelings for her. In fact, he often told her.

Sue found him tinkering with a control device that set up the lights in the main dance-hall. She smiled to him and walked over seductively. She pushed the device from his hands, and grabbed his cock. She was eager to see a human cock, even if Zarn was on the small side at about five inches on his best day.

She kissed him and grinded her hips into him. She grabbed the device and placed it on the table with other mechanical instruments, and placed his hands over her large breasts. They kissed deeply for several minutes, and Sue felt herself get flush in her womanhood, as it slickened with her juices. She led her lover to the bed, and undid his cargo pants. Her hands searched for his cock, finding it after moving around inside his trousers. It came out, and she could smell the warm musk, as she lowered her face too it.

“Uhhh,” the man uttered feeling his girlfriend's lips on his cock. He savored in her ability and prowess with her mouth. She began a slow deep sucking of his growing cock. Zarn moved back into the bed, and Sue stood up, walking to straddle the man. She reached down and lowered herself onto his pole, slowly sinking until her pussy bottomed out and she felt him all the way inside.

“Mmmmmm,” Sue cooed, rocking her hips. Sue relished in having a human to fuck. The sex, the ****, and the **** got her worked up, but she yearned for a human's cock sometimes. Zarn filled that urge. She just regretted how small he was. Her slick folds moistened the small cock as she rode him with more vigor. Sue was by no means a size queen, she was just shocked at how small or thin all alien cocks were. She rarely could get off on her clients, unless she pleased herself, or added toys. Zarn could get her there, she just needed to rub her clit on his abdomen just right, as she did right then. “OH BABE!” She moaned, running her hands through her black locks of hair. She had a small orgasm as she began rocking back and forth on his cock. His cock erupted inside her, and he groaned.

Sue rolled off and rubbed his chest hair. “I'm close to being able to buy you.” Zarn told her softly, “and we'll get off this fucking ship.”

“I know babe,” Sue cooed, kissing his chest, her eyes getting dreary and low. He knew she was married, and promised to help her get home. She was certain he loved her though, and that day would be hard. Would it be hard for her, she wondered, drifting off to sleep.

The next day, Sue went to eat with her crew of girls, Ranni, the Tyanna, Huss and of course her new besty Chirp.

Arma, the blue skinned owner of the ship, whose race Sue was still unsure about, came in and addressed the ladies. “Dress in your finest garb, a new high-paying client is here. Some of you may get off this ship this morning.” Lots of chatter arose in the dining hall, heads turned left and right. Was this true? Every girl seemed to rush to the **** quarters and their lockers. Or at least most, some dilly dallied, and moved slowly. Not all the ladies wanted to leave. Not all were really slaves. Some wanted money.

Sue decided to wear her blue dress, the one that had two rings. One ring connected the fabric around her breasts, and the other held up the lower portion of the dress just above her pussy, allowing a view of the “V” around her pussy. Her nipples showed through the sheer fabric. She began to apply make-up and straighten her dark hair. Who was this buyer? Did she even want to know?

The girls lined up on the dancefloor minutes later in the main dancehall, all looking as slutty as they could. The lights shown brightly in their faces. The heat of the lights caused Sue to go red and flush. A large dark figure, an imposing figure came from the darkness of the back of the room. He was surrounded by Kestorian bodyguards. There were two females at the figures side. Sue squinted and her heart sank when the man came into view. It was Wilson Fisk, AKA the Kingpin. What was he doing here? Sue began to shake with anxiety.

She recalled a meeting between her Fantastic Four Foundation Charity and Fisk Industries a year earlier. Fisk had donated several million dollars and the publicity event was to be Susan shaking his hand. She remembered how he leered over her body, the large fat man almost licked his lips, and Sue suspected it was all to get him simply close to her. He had called her “lovely” and “ravishing” and she felt uneasy at the handshake as the cameras popped for photos. It was as if he was trying to impose his will through a rough shake with his huge paw of a hand.

Now she watched him walk down the line. Next to him, were Betty Brant and Kate Cushing, two reporters from the Daily Bugle. It then hit Sue like a ton of bricks. Months ago, Peter Parker (who Sue did know as Spiderman) and Matt Murdoch (who Sue knew as Daredevil) had a concerted effort. It wasn't superheroes who brought down Kingpin's empire, but a journalist and a lawyer. By tracing the money, they had indicted Wilson Fisk on racketeering. Betty Brant and Cushing were outed as working for Fisk in order to feed intel from the paper and the local police. All had been indicted, and before trial, Fisk, his cohorts, Brant and Cushing had disappeared. It didn't take much to figure where they went.

Fisk stopped at Chirp, and then came to Sue. Hopefully, with contacts in her eyes and black hair, he wouldn't recognize her. He shot a glance at her. It was momentary, and then moved on to Huss. He went down the line, and then back to the area darkened in the corner or the hall. She felt an odd pang of anger that he hadn't even looked at her. Oh well.

“Thank you ladies,” Arma called and the lights went dim. Kingpin and his crew were no longer in the room. Arma dismissed them all. She then walked up to Sue. “A moment Sucks,” she grabbed her arm softly as Sue left. “Looks like you're getting out of here,” Arma smiled. Sue's face dropped, and her eye twitched. She stood frozen. “Don't look so happy Sucks,” Arma laughed and walked with Sue.

Fisk had bought her. Sue had ****. She packed her things. Zarn came in, his face red with anger. “I'll kill him,” he whispered to her. She shook her head and insisted he let her go. Sadness filled her, and she realized maybe she did feel for this man. Fear gripped her, as two Kestorian guards entered the locker room to escort her out.

The guards led her down the ramp, as the girls hugged Sue goodbye. She was shaking with fear as they led her away. Part of her felt truly sad to leave her friends. They led her to a speeder, one designed to look like a limo. One guard opened the door.

Sue, still in the dress, ducked her head and entered the limo speeder. “Welcome Sue!” Wilson Fisk leered, with Betty Brant and the blonde Kate Cushing sitting with her.

The Invisible Woman felt her confidence return, or more like anger as she spat. “FUCK YOU FISK!”

“IT IS HER!” Betty Brant's eyes went wide, and she poured a glass of wine.

Fisk leered at Sue now. His eyes felt like they were crawling over her body. “I couldn't believe it myself,” the large man huffed, pulling a drag of a cigar. “But I would never forget,” he ogled her breasts, and then the “V” around her pussy, “such beauty.” He handed her as glass of wine. She refused with a slap.

“I don't know how you came to be here Mrs. Richards, but you should know I now own you and the control rod to that collar around your neck.”

Betty pulled it out and clicked a button causing a jolt of electricity to coarse through Susan's body. She keeled over. “FUCK YOU BITCH!” Sue spat at Betty.

“I always thought your weren't as proper as the magazines said you cunt!” Betty hit the button again.

Fisk grabbed it from his brunette assistant. “Now now, lets not hurt the new girl.” He placed the control rod in a compartment in the limo and locked it. He turned to the driver. “To my ship please,” Fisk stated. Wilson Fisk puffed his cigar. “You're probably wondering why I'm here Mrs. Richards. Well, let me tell you...”

Fisk went on to explain how he'd paid the Gideon Trust to allow him and his cohorts passage to the Zone. He had connections EVERYWHERE. In fact, he had planned this long ago, if he ever were indicted, and had a shell corporation built in the Zone. Now he had built another empire on illegal construction. Fisk owned a Casino on a backwoods world.

“What do you want with me,” Susan finally spoke.

Fisk smiled at the heroine. “I know how well you are in the business world.” He shrugged and poured a glass of what appeared to be brown ****. He handed it to Sue, and she accepted, sipping it, and tasting the whiskey. Did the man actually compliment her? “I want assistance with my undertakings in this zone. In time, if you help me secure a place in the Negative Zone, I'll set you free to return to your old life.” Sue watched as Kate Cushing grabbed a folder and opened it. Inside was a contract. Sue heard Cushing click a pen, and she was handed the documents. As he said, it was a contract for a job as a business associate, liaison, advisory, analyst and assistant. Sue sighed. What choice did she have. It even stated she'd be freed. She signed several forms and sat back.

“Where to?” Sue asked.

“Home!” Fisk smiled.

The limo brought them to as large ship. Sue followed Fisk and his “girls”, of which she realized she was one now. He left them, and Sue found herself being shown a room. “This is yours,” Brant said. It wasn't big, but its was private and much nicer than the **** ship. They left her alone, and Sue sat rubbing her hands on the plush couch. There was a large bed in the corner. A TV was on the wall. Sue walked over to the bathroom, and did the one thing she felt could ease her tension. She showered. After the hot private shower, which Sue found quite lovely, she flopped onto the large bed, with huge pillows and fell asleep.

The ship brought them to Krall, formerly run by Skrulls, now a casino world run by Fisk Zone Industries. The limo brought them to the main casino, known simply as “Grant's” which was Fisk's middle name. Kingpin walked through the crowds and the girls followed. They made it to a large elevator and whisked up to the top floors. Sue was shown the office space, where Fisk remained. She was to start in the morning. Brant and Cushing brought her to the living space. Sue had her own room. A huge ornate studio, with a waterfall for a bathtub, a large oval couch, a fully stocked fridge and a bed that could fit a family. Her eyes actually lit up. The two left her in her new “digs” and exited the room, not before telling her to be downstairs at “7” sharp in the morning.

Sue sighed and walked around. She opened the fridge. A cold bottle of red French wine from Earth was in the fridge with a glass in ice. “For my new secretary,” a signed note read, with Fisk's signature. Sue shook her head but picked up the wine bottle and popped the cork. She poured a large glass and her eyes rolled at the taste. It had been some time since she tasted wine like that.

She made a hot bubble bath and sat in the warm water, flipping through the TV, seeing various alien news outlets. Many spoke of the intrusion of the “earthling” Fisk. He wasn't loved, thought Sue, needs better PR, she told herself, already taking to her role.

Once again, she slept comfortably and privately, and blissfully. She awoke at 6AM Krall time, still 5PM on Earth. She showered and went to the large walk-in closet. Inside she found herself amazed at the outfits. There was nothing slutty, nothing outrageous. Actual suits, pants suits, normal work out clothes, all geared towards her size. She wasn't used to such “normal” wear anymore. She put on a gray pant suit, and white blouse.

Susan had a key-card to access all floors now. She made her way to the office floor. Kate Cushing, the skinny blonde greeted her. “Welcome Mrs Richards!”

“Call me Ms. Storm here please,” Sue insisted, her married name sounding so weird among these people. Yet, under contract, it was promised her place here was confidential. It would never be let out that Susan Storm-Richards was working for Fisk in the Negative Zone. All had signed a non-disclosure agreement.

“Where's Fisk?” She said sternly.

“Oh my,” Cushing laughed adjusting her glasses. “You're not starting at the top so soon Mrs....I mean Ms. Storm.” She stood up, and Sue noted how skinny she was, her own purple pants suit hanging off her body like a bag. No competition there, Sue thought, realizing she was still thinking like a cheap whore.

Kate brought her to the mail-room A mountain of mail littered the room. “Sort the mail for today, and deliver by close of business. It's kind of backed up” The girl smiled coyly as she closed the door. The Invisible Woman went red with anger.

“The fucking MAILROOM?” She shook her head. Again, what was she to do. She spent the next three hours sorting the mail. She tied her black hair back, and made a ponytail. She had Kate bring her reading glasses, not that she needed them, but they helped the strain of looking at small print all morning.

She then went about delivering the mail to each person in the office. All manner of aliens walked the halls, many looking at the “new” girl.

The black haired beauty breathed heavy as she approached Betty Brant's desk. She was filing her nails. Sue noted the large letters that read “Wilson Fisk” on the door behind Betty's desk. Sue walked up and pulled a bundle of mail out. She handed it to Brant.

“OLD MAIL!” Brant sneered and threw it in the garbage. “Don't do that shit again bitch! If its old throw it out.”

The day continued like that, with Cushing and Brant giving her hell. She eagerly waited to leave the office and get back to her room. Fisk hadn't even approached her. She was somewhat surprised he hadn't even tried to fuck her. She chastised herself for thinking once again like a common whore. Had the time on the **** ship changed her so much.

The days passed in the same manner. Sue's first week was hell. Treated like garbage by Brant and Cushing, and told to remain in the mail-room after delivering mail. She would have walloped them with a **** brick if she had powers.

Fisk never even approached her. She hadn't seen him but once down the hall.

That all changed one day when Sue went to deliver Betty and Fisk's mail to the desk outside the main office. Brant wasn't there, and the door was cracked to Fisk's office. Against her better judgment she slowly moved to the door, she opened it slightly, and her eyes opened wide.

Betty Brant, the brunette with the short hair, was on her knees in her blue skirt. Her mouth was around the biggest, fattest cock Sue had ever seen on a human. She was sucking Wilson Fisk right there in the middle of the room. Fisk looked up, his hands on Brant's head pushing her mouth onto his cock.

“Mrs. Richards...ahem...Ms. Storm,” he had bravado in his speech. You can set the mail down on that table. Sue wasn't sure where to look as she walked to the table, her eyes darting to Brant's lips around that huge fat cock. No longer shamed by seeing such lewd things, it actually made her knees buckle a little. Her pussy moistened. Sue walked out of the room. Brant never even glanced her way, she was transfixed on the cock.

So was Susan Storm. She thought about it the whole time as she delivered the rest of the mail. She couldn't get it out of her head. How many weeks had it been since the ship? Was she really that sex deprived and horny.

After work, Sue made her way to her room. She didn't venture anywhere in the casino. She still felt fear at being in this place. She made a bath, and couldn't stop rolling around in the water, the image of that cock in her head. She was slightly ashamed as she felt two fingers dive into her wet sopping cunt. She had the image of that cock in her mind, of it in her own mouth, as she brought herself to climax.

It wasn't enough, and tension rose in Sue as she paced the floor of her large room. She was chugging the new bottle of wine, and ordered a bottle of whiskey, the same as Fisk drank. She paced and paced, in the nude, looking at herself in the mirror. “The guy hasn't even tried to fuck me. To fuck ME!” She couldn't believe her own words, or the way her mind thought now. Still, she couldn't help feel some anger and jealousy. Brant was a flat chested no bodied bitch, she told herself, and Cushing was like a boy. What the fuck? Sue was getting drunk.

The doorbell buzzed and Sue didn't even cover herself. A young Kree boy, not more than nineteen almost dropped the bottle of whiskey he held in his hands. “Ummmm....ummmmm...you ordered this!”

Sue grabbed the bottle and pulled the top off, she chugged the whiskey straight from the bottle. “Hey kid,” she called as she turned away. “Would you rather fuck this?” She pointed to her body. “Or Betty Brant or Kate Cushing,” she hiccuped.

“You ma'am,” the boy said and began to step in the room, Sue slammed the door in his face. “That's what I thought.”

This is nuts, she thought, and she sat down and began to thumb through the magazine of products that were in the malls at the bottom of the casino. She picked up the phone and made several orders with what little money she had already earned.

The next morning Betty Brant sat at her desk, again filing her nails, she was having a ball taking it to Susan Storm-Richards, the most “wanted” woman on Earth. Here she was nothing.

She heard several cat calls and hoots and hollers. The secretary picked her head up and saw Sue Storm walking her way. The woman, know a redhead, walked with confidence. She had a light blue blazer, and a tight dark blue skirt. Her legs were covered in dark stockings and they barely went up her thighs. You could see the connections at the bottom of her skirt.

“Ms. Storm,” Brant stood up. “You can't go in there!” She insisted.

Sue just pushed the girl aside, using her weight and strength sending the small brunette flying back. Sue opened Fisk's door and slammed it behind her.

Fisk was in his office enjoying a noon glass of whiskey and a cigar. His eyes opened wide seeing the woman walk in. “Wow...Mrs. Richards...you look....”

Sue smiled. “Face it Kingpin, you just hit the jackpot!” She sauntered to Fisk and grabbed the cigar, puffing on it. Then she walked over to the table with the bottle of liquor and grabbed the whiskey, she saw a glass on a bottom shelf. She bent at the waist to pick it up, swaying her ass as she did. Fisk adjusted his crotch. He had not anticipated this turn of events, at least not this soon.

Sue poured a glass and chugged, the silence in the room so definite, Fisk could hear her swallow. She poured another and then walked over to top off Fisk's glass. “I'm not some mail-room skank.”

There was a knock from the door. Betty Brant called from outside. They ignored her.

“What are you then,” Fisk looked her up and down.

“Someone who can get things DONE Fisk,” She sat on the edge of the table and slowly crossed her legs in his view, allowing a glimpse of her black panties.

“And how can I trust you have MY best interests in mind Ms. Storm,” Fisk sat back further in his leather chair.

Sue smiled and put her glass down, and then sank to her knees. “I'm going to show you that I know JUST how to handle your interests Mr. Fisk, and that they will never be far from my mind.” She reached up and grabbed his growing cock in his pants. It was like a snake. Sue rubbed it as it grew to length down his left pant leg. She unzipped his pants and reached in to pull out his cock. It didn't take long, and she pulled it through the hole of his briefs. Sue's eyes moved over every inch of his enormous cock, and her mouth actually watered. Time on the ship truly changed her. With two hands, she brought the cock up, and put her mouth over the tip. She twirled her tongue.

“My, my, Ms. Storm,” Fisk's head went back, “what wonderful talents you have.” He continued, “I never knew, nor would I have suspected.” There was a knock at the door and call from Brant again. He buzzed his intercom and locked the door.

“You have no idea Wilson,” Sue said softly, and began to lick his immense shaft. She needed two hands to hold onto the mighty cock, as it began to harden from her touch. She sucked several inches down her mouth, until it was now entering her throat. Her throat had had quite enough cock to stop the gag reflex at this point. “And what a wonderful cock you have Fisk,” Sue smiled looking up at him, “I never knew, or would I have suspected.” She then winked and sucked more of his cock into her mouth. She popped her head up. “Maybe I should have known with all that swagger.”

Sue stood up. She reached down, and pulled her panties off stepping out of them, her black heels clicking as she did. She then faced away from him, and lifted her skirt giving him a great view of her bare ass. The Invisible Woman eased down, reaching to grab his cock and position it at her cunt. To say she was wet would be a massive understatement. Susan Storm-Richard's pussy was dripping with anticipation. She felt the tip penetrate her slick folds, and her eyes rolled as the donkey sized cock began to slide inside her.

“OH FUCK FISK!” She moaned loudly. He was barely a third of the way inside her, and she was cumming on his cock. She hadn't felt this filled in years, maybe ever, even with Reed's powers. “OH GOD FISK!” She moaned easing down more. “I'M CUMMING!”

Her pussy was like a wonderfully wet vice around his cock. The first fuck with a woman always felt tight for Fisk, but this was a new nirvana. He felt her cum within seconds of entering her, and her warm walls flooded his cock allowing him to move further up into her.

The cock deep inside her was driving her wild. Never in her wildest dreams would she imagine sex could be this good, let alone with this man of all people. One orgasm after another racked her form as she didn't do much more than slide down onto his cock. Her eyes rolled and she leaned back onto his massive weight, burying his cock inside her. The rocking back caused her to arch slightly, receiving even more of his huge dick. Her feet went up instinctively off the floor, her heels fell off and her toes clad in the pantyhose curled tightly with another orgasm. “OH GOD FISK! OH MY GOD!” She then felt his pants touch her ass, and realized she was totally full of his cock, totally bottomed out and onto his lap.

They sat there, sexually connected, catching their breath. It was as if they had climbed Everest together. As if they had achieved some sexual height that neither had experienced. All she had done was take him in fully, for less than a minute. Sue turned to him, and they locked eyes. A second later, their mouths crushed over each other, tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss. Fisk's cock still deep inside and unmoving, but with the kiss, it caused his cock to twitch, and her pussy contracted around its mighty length and girth. Sue broke the kiss. “I should have fucked you right there at the charity summit!” She laughed.

Fisk laughed as well. “I knew we would be. I knew this pussy would be mine. I AM the Kingpin!” He puffed his cigar, still in his hand.

Sue stood up. “You got some cockiness Fisk, but I see where it comes from.” She bent over his desk, and felt his presence behind her, as if he knew what to do next. His hands groped her ass, and pulled her cheeks apart. She remembered the big strong hands now, and how they asserted his will. It was no different here, and it made her pussy quiver even as an inch of his cock entered her from behind.

Fisk began to slide his meat back inside her pussy, now with a new ease, as if her pussy was accustomed to his size. “Usually it takes a bit for a girl to...ahem..fit in my interests.” He pushed forward with more ****, sending her body forward with his thrust.

Sue met his thrust with her own push backwards. “You'll find that I'm quite the FANTASTIC fuck Mr. Fisk!” She began to unbutton her top, and then her blouse, she reached in and pulled her tits over her black bra. They swung free, and she felt those strong hands on her large breasts and he thrust again. “OH FUCK! YOUR SO DEEP FISK! SO DEEP! IT FEELS SO GOOD!” She moaned slamming back at him, sucking up his cock into her womanhood. For the first time in a long time, she was getting fucked. And she loved every second. Fisk picked up his pace and grabbed her hips. With each thrust her body shook and her ass rippled, her tits swinging back and forth. “FUCK ME! OH YES FISK!” She was screaming now, another orgasm fluttering through her, causing her eyes to close and her toes to curl on the hard wood floor which was slightly painful. Fisk began hammering her pussy with that cock, and it was far more intense and satisfying than her previous imaginations in the tub. How could a man have such a cock and fuck so good.

He was grunting now, in a heaven few earthlings beside Reed Richards had ever experienced. Fisk was surprised at her depravity, and rewarded by it, and her sexuality. Her pussy was truly fantastic and he was soon to cum. He didn't want to pull out, but he wasn't sure the setting on her collar. A mistake could be a costly one, and he knew that some collars both turned off reproductive organs, and some increased them depending on the owners preferences. “I'm going to cum Ms. Storm,” he said in an almost asking tone.

“Whatever and wherever you want Fisk,” she laughed, feeling his cock stiffen. She grabbed a coffee cup and pulled herself off his cock. She then gripped his dick and jerked it. Fisk grunted and groaned as a large torrent of cum shot from his cock, and down into the cup. More shot all over her hands. She wiped the excess into the cup.

Fisk sat back down. “Fantastic,” he nodded puffing his cigar and catching his breath.

Sue sipped the cup with a smile.

Ten minutes later, Susan came out with Fisk. He looked to Betty sitting watching them both. “Get Ms. Storm the corner office attached to mine.”

“WHAT?” Brant slammed her fists down.

“DO IT BITCH!” Sue mouthed without saying it out-loud.

Brant stormed off and Sue had a wide smile.

(Story is based on a wonderful piece of art by Exxxidor456 over at Hentaifoundry)