The Kingpin

One time... years ago... MJ was annoyed at her dinner date being cancelled by Peter going nosing through ganghouses, when she saw Wilson Fisk touring the tables. The Restaurant was expensive, and one of his. When he got to her table, and saw she was alone, she could have got up to leave, could have pretended she was waiting on her date. Instead, she told him her date had cancelled, and she would love some company.

It started a pattern. Initially she wasn't even aware she was doing it. Picking places he might go at times Pete would inevitably cancel on. All so he could "rescue" her from a night on her own.

It actually took him asking if she really had a boyfriend to get her to realise. Which was how, with a face covered in his jizz, she showed him her phone and the conversations and pics to prove she really was a cheating slut.

Wait, that didn't come out right.

He'd laughed and told her where to go next. That was when it stopped being her unconsciously looking to hookup with him, and him controlling her.

She was even one of the ones who covered his attempt at becoming Mayor favourably. Not too favourably though, she was getting her brains fucked by his opponent Norman Osborn.

But it also meant she would sometimes get odd looks when it was time to investigate Fisk as the Kingpin.

Seeing him again, after six months, he wasn't in one of his smart suits. He was in orange. Prison. Maybe because she'd seen how bad he could hurt Spider-Man, or maybe because of all the times he broke her on his dick, Mary-Jane had never believed it would actually happen.

"It appears I will, for once, require more than your holes Mary-Jane Watson, Investigative Reporter." The redhead had lost her jacket and scarf when handing in her purse at the visitor's desk. They'd even taken her heels. Her crotchless leggings had been ripped off at Rosemann's when Rose wanted to spank her bare ass. All she had left was her virgin killer dress.

what does he mean?

"You are confused... that is understandable. It is fascinating how high you've risen at the Bugle when the majority of your time you think with your cunt." It insanely disrespectful, enough to make Mary-Jane angry... but her arguments die in her mouth when he pulls out his cock.

"Please... my ass... fuck my ass Wilson!" They were in a Hospital cleaning cupboard, Peter was getting an injury given to him by Kingpin stitched up, and all she could think about was how good she felt when Fisk pushed his fat as fuck cock in her slutty asshole.

"You are going to write for me Mary-Jane. You are going to make the people sympathetic so that I won't even have to bribe a jury." He started jerking his dick and Mary-Jane walked closer, fluid dripping down her thighs. "You will sabotage for me, find out what others are writing and find a way to bury negative stories about me." Oh fuuuck, his dick was so close now... he wanted her to... "You will investigate for me, and give me the names of the people the DA thinks will defeat me." She couldn't... he was... "and you will be rewarded..." he grabbed her arms, "with this!" and impaled her on his hard dick!

"Fucking cumming!" She couldn't help it, his fat cock felt so good, his condescension made her so wet, his factual statements about her betraying all her journalistic principles for a hard cock... oh fuck it was true!"

"Rosemann!" Rose came over, still completely dressed, and smirking at MJ. Her good mood disappeared when Fisk tore her blouse and bra off. "Get on your knees and start licking my balls. You might be one of my voices in the city... but you aren't the only one." After a whole day with the woman, getting spanked, choked, and licking her pussy from under her desk, it felt good to see her brought low too.

Their "date" had run late and rather than send her home, Wilson had pushed her under his desk. He spoke with his enforcers, discussed shipments and weapons. Mary-Jane knew she should write it down, memorise it, something. She could make a big scoop, or give the information to Pete, or both. Instead, she sucked Wilson's dick and later wrote a story about Stilt Man. Wilson complimented her about the story.

When he was done, Mary-Jane scooped the cum off her face whole Rose tried to close her suit jacket enough to conceal her lack of anything underneath. Wilson told Rose to go... "give some comfort" to the recently captured Shocker, which made the auction house owner flinch at how much she'd annoyed Fisk lately.

Mary-Jane collected her heels, her jacket, scarf, and purse. She wanted to drop by the FEAST centre and see if she could get Martin Li to share some more the Demon Mask.

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