In character, "working" Chuck for information

I woke up completely naked, tied to a chair in a dark room with a blinding light in my face. As my eyes adjusted, I saw an hourglass silhouette saunter out of the shadows, her smooth lines broken at the hips by a belt of pouches and holsters.

"I was beginning to think I'd never track you down, Chuck," Scarlett -- no, Natasha said, leaning against a concrete pillar just within the small circle of light. "Usually I'm the one playing hard to get."

"Well, y-you got me," Chuck **** a nervous smile, "fair and square. Good job. Just, uh... Just untie me and I'll cooperate, one-hundred percent."

"Oh, I'm sure you would. No offence, but cyber-terrorists aren't exactly known for their resilience to interrogation."

Agent Romanoff walked behind me and crouched next to my ear, running her hands lightly down my zip-tied arms as her breath tickled my neck; "This is hardly standard SHIELD procedure. See, I'm in a bit of a dry-spell, and you're one of the cuter targets I've been assigned for a while, so I thought I'd go off book, have a little fun. Take what I want from you before I get what what I need."

Coming back around, she dropped to her knees. Her mere proximity to my exposed dick caused it to rise somewhat. She saw that, and looked up at me with a coy smile and cocked eyebrow.

"I can make sure you have fun, too, but I need to know you'll keep this between us. What do you say, Chuck? Can you keep a secret?"

"Y-yes!" I nodded frantically, as if I had any choice. "I won't tell a soul. I won't even remember meeting you. Th-this whole thing never happened."

"Right answer," she rose slowly, unzipping her bodysuit to reveal her fabulous cleavage and toned abs. "If word ever got out that you had so much as seen my face, it'd be the last anyone ever heard of you."

Before the full implications of that could dawn on me and scare away my erection, Black Widow grabbed onto it and started stroking. Her skilled, slender fingers massaged my shaft just long enough to reach full mast, then shoved it in her mouth. Her tongue played with my head, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I nearly came, but she recognized the signs and let me slip from her mouth, stopping all stimulation just before I went over the edge.

"You're pretty well-equipped for a tech nerd, but we'll have to work on your stamina..." She took hold of my balls and tugged gently but firmly, "If you cum before I do, you will be punished. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, ma'am. I-I'll do my best."

"Do better," Natasha winked, standing up to peel her suit off.

When I saw her tits, it took everything in my power not to cum then and there. They were heavenly, the perfect balance of big and perky. As she freed her arms from her skintight sleeves, the mounds of flesh jiggled mockingly, barely a foot from my face.

"Wait," a thought occurred to me, "do you not wear a bra under that thing?"

A black high-heeled boot stomped on the edge of my seat, inches from my terrified testicles; "I'm asking the questions, Chuck, and I'd advise you to keep quiet until I do. But since I hadn't warned you yet; no, I don't. The perverts in R&D took high-res scans of my whole body to make this suit as form-fitting as possible, but they also gave the girls here plenty of support."

She fondled herself playfully as she said that, balancing "the girls" in her hands and tweaking her own hardening nipples. I strained against my bonds almost instinctively, **** to jerk off to this once-in-a-lifetime sight. Natasha saw my dick twitch and chewed her lip hungrily.

I'm not entirely sure what happened next. One second Black Widow was standing topless in front of me, and the next her entire suit was on the floor, her thighs were wrapped tight around my head, and my dick was balls deep in her hot, tight throat. The residual ache in my balls left one panicked thought in my mind; she needs to cum first.

I realized that my mouth was already pressed against her soaking pussy, so I darted my tongue out into it. I had tried 69 before, but never at this unusual angle or under this much stress to perform. My head swam with adrenaline, fear, and arousal until determination and muscle memory took over.

The faster and harder I worked her, though, the faster and harder she worked me, clearly eager to **** me into a punishment. As my orgasm built, I channeled that energy into my efforts, causing something of a feedback loop that quickly drove us both over the edge. Her pussy walls clamped down on my tongue, filling my mouth with her delicious juices. I bucked my hips against my restraints to deposit my load as deep as I could in her throat, which vibrated around my shaft with her orgasmic moans.

We both gulped down as much as we could -- she was far more successful -- and Natasha gracefully somersaulted off of me.

"Mmm..." she muttered to herself, "Clint never makes me cum that fast..."

She swayed her hips steadily, showing off her fat ass right at face-level, then sat on my lap. My deflating, spit-soaked dick was pinned between my stomach and the small of her back as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"I am going to have a lot of fun with you..."