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Natasha shrugged. Personally, she wouldn't mind if Nick took her right then and there. But Nick always insisted on some form of decorum. He always claimed that it was for morale purposes, that his subordinates might resent having the fact that he never
had to pay for superhuman pussy rubbed in their faces. However, Natasha suspected a big chunk of it was because he had grown up in a less liberated time.
She didn't mind though. She brought the same professionalism to her work as a Super-Hooker that she did to her spy work, and the first rule of whoring was to make the client happy. Not to mention, she genuinely liked having Nick as a client. The irony of working
under (in both senses of the word) a man she had been trained to fight against gave her a thrill. He was pretty good in the sack too, not to mention great looking.
So she didn't complain when he waited until they got into his room to start unzipping her catsuit, or to kiss her passionately. She was moderately disappointed when he broke the kiss mere moments after she'd wriggled out of her clothes.
"Ah-ah, Natasha," he said. "This old man needs to ramp up slowly." So saying, he lay face down on the bed, and then said. "Assume the position, full body massage. And lets hear a report while you're at it...how are your SLUTs doing?"
Pouting, she straddled her leader's back. "I wish you wouldn't call us that...it's hard enough being project head of the Super Lover Underground Taskforce without being saddled with that ridiculous name." A scowl crossed her lovely face as she started to knead
his shoulders. "Wow, you're really tense."
"You know how the bigwigs love their pet names," he comforted her, already feeling much better with the sexy superhuman perched on him. "You should have heard of some of the ones we rejected...."
Black Widow sighed. She was horny NOW, but Nick was a consummate professional, and so was she.
"The incident in Madripoor was a joke. In the end, all we had to do was deploy War Machine publicly, make it look like a solo hero investigating it. There were Sentinels, as our initial reports said, but the people buying them from AIM tried to screw them over.
As you can imagine, M.O.D.O.K. didn't take that well. A little bargaining, and the Sentinels became target practice for her," Widow said.
Nick nodded, sighing in contentment as Black Widow's skilled hands worked out the kinks from his muscular back. "Good," Nick said, "Damn machines give me a headache. Their purpose is disgusting, plus the dumb things are programmed so badly that they're bound
to turn on humanity at the slightest logic error."
Widow marveled as she ran her hands over Nick's muscular frame. She playfully squeezed his tush, and said, "The X-Brothel is evaluating their students today. From the looks of things, we may have a few potential candidates for the Super-Lover Underground Taskforce."
Nick groaned softly as Widow hit a sweet spot, shivering in pleasure. He mused briefly on that, noting that forming an alliance with the mutant community was an excellent idea. If nothing else, it made sure that fanatics like Magneto limited their attacks against
"Anything else to report?" Nick asked.
Widow frowned, pausing. Nick frowned as well, a mental alarm bell going off. "...Doom is at the UN today. We don't know why," she said.
Nick sighed. "Damn... Who do we got there?"
"Medusa and Crystal are there on business for the Inhumans," she said, a smirk coming to her face. "They're a little distracted at the moment."
Nick could sense her amusement. "Who?"
"T'Challa of Wakanda"
Nick laughed. "Say no more. In fact," he said, turning over, clearly more in the mood than he was before, "Why don't you put that amazing mouth of yours to work?"
Widow grinned, licking her lips as she admired Nick's immense member.
(Originally posted on the previous Addventure by Shendude and Fanfic Fetishist)
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