Help with Enjoyment. Part 3

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After the showdown with the Widow, the rest of our escape went off without a hitch....

*Explosion*

- Chimichanga, motherfucker!

- Lady Deadpool?! - From the heroine who flew in? The crazy woman in the red tights came in and made us all wide-eyed. - What are you doing here?! You were supposed to distract the Shield agents outside! Outside, you know?!

- Why distract anyone when you can storm in? - The idiot heroine tilted her head in incomprehension.

- ... - to which I, and none of us, had anything to say.

Eventually, leaving Lady Deadpool to conquer the chaos of war or inside her own head, we were free to exit through another part of the building. Getting into a car with Yuriko, who was sitting almost grey-haired.... Judging by the setting, and the fact that everything but her car had been blown up, Lady Deadpool was here as well. And eventually managed to get Bobby out of the building.

.....

- Haaaa... Haaaa...

Who immediately passed out, and hasn't regained consciousness in hours.

- I don't know what they did to her, but her body's on edge.

The place we brought Bobby to was the very same flat where Anya had forced me.... Hard and against my will, to have sex with Tigra.

- Anyway, I know what's supposed to help her. - Anya lowered her gaze to my crotch. And after a second, she handed me a jar.

- ...And nobody wants to help me? - After I took it, I involuntarily said.

Jessica followed me to the loo, but....

- Jess, stay. He can handle it. - but she was stopped coldly by Anya, my girlfriend. - I hear he's had enough wanking material for one day.

Giving me a cold stare that was clearly not conducive to manual labour, Anya sent me off to the loo alone.

- Haaaa...

Since I had nothing else to do, I unclothed myself and got on the phone for nudes.

One thousand five hundred and forty-three is the number Lady Deadpool texted me. It seems with this, I have references to every part of her body.

- Wow...

Among the fresh ones was a nudis from Miss Potts. Which she'd thrown off on the beach, which was visible not only from the sun, but also from the white swimming costume marks on her tanned body. Naturally, the swimming costume was raised where necessary and lowered, revealing her pink nipples and snow-white pubes.

- ...Too bad I was busy. - the picture came with an invitation.

As I wondered if I should have helped Bobby at all and gotten into a conflict with Shield, my eye caught the next message from Pepper. The one she'd sent a few minutes ago.

'We need to meet. Urgently.'

And since it doesn't have an attached nudes or a bracketed quote at the end, I'm guessing it is indeed urgent.

.....

After jerking off and filling the can, which Anya immediately began pouring between Bobby's light pink labia. Next I got into a taxi and headed off to Pepper's house.

It was only after a few kilometres and traffic lights that what had ended a couple of hours ago caught up with me. And in the taxi car, I nearly had a panic attack. Thoughts of being caught or taken out now filled my head by myself. I'd ask the driver to pull over, but I know I'd only get worse outside....

- Hoooo... Haaaa...

Upon reaching Miss Potts' flat, I was able to calm down a bit. Although my legs are still shaky and my palms are still sweaty.

- Oh, come in.

- M-Miss Potts?

When Pepper opened the door, I was a little surprised to see her. Her face was freckled with stars.

- Oh, don't mind her, it was a friend's kid's birthday yesterday, so she was having fun.

- So why the urgency?

- We'll talk about that later.

By the hand, Miss Potts dragged me inside and down the familiar route to the bed.

- Butter on the table.

On which she lay, stripped upwards. Unfortunately, the tan lines on her body are gone.

- And where are we pulling the handles? - Pepper asked mischievously as I tried to pull the red shorts off her luscious arse. - A massage. I want a massage.

I guess I should have been saddened by the rejection. But after active sessions with Maria Hill and Black Widow, I guess I could really use a rest.

- What about the socks? - Rubbing my hands to warm them up, I turned my attention to the black over-the-knee socks with no toe or heel.

- Leave them on. - Miss Potts said without turning round, tucking in her neat red pedicured toes.

- The sheets will get dirty.

- It's all right. It wouldn't be the first time I'd have to change them after your visit.

Shrugging, I poured some of the oil over Miss Potts' graceful back. Poured some on her arms and started massaging her neck.

- Ahhhh. Just what the doctor ordered...

I can't say I know what I'm doing. But apparently Pepper is enjoying my thick hands running light pressure along her neck, shoulders, shoulder blades, back, ribs....

- Ahh. Lower.

- I'm afraid I can't go any lower. - At my refusal, Miss Potts turned her head, at which I looked down with a raised eyebrow.

- Haa. What can I do with you...

So the red shorts came off, revealing the juicy roundness of her ass, and the soft pink, almost skin-coloured baby girl. I wasn't surprised Miss Potts invited me in without underwear. I wasn't surprised, but...

- Hoo-hoo, I think my masseur is a pervert....

Feeling my boner against her juicy buns. Pepper rested her head on her palm and bit her finger.

- Maybe I should return the favour for the massage.

Without a word, I pulled out my cock and slammed it into her juicy tits, but before I pulled them apart and slid my mate inside, Pepper flashed me a sly smile.

- That's not gonna work. You still haven't finished my massage. - Miss Potts sighed ostentatiously. - I have an idea to kill two birds with one stone, though... How I can return the favour, and how you can apply to my arse..... Fresh... Hot. Massage cream.

With a backward leg, Pepper pushed me away from her. Just far enough away for her to be comfortable....

- Aren't these socks nice to the touch?

Putting one arm under her head, Miss Potts lay half-turned, revealing a view of her left breast with its hardened nipple. As her legs began to run up and down my mate.....

- There, that's a better view.

I pulled away for a second to stretch my knees across the bed, giving me a view of both holes under my weighty arse.

- Well, my feet spend so much time in heels..... And they do, at times, need attention....

Pepper presses her left thumb along my cock, forcing it to rest on her right foot, the heel of which gently walks from side to side, flirting with the head.

- Considering how sensitive they are, they must be jealous of the attention you're paying to my pussy and arse....

Finished with the teasing, Pepper's legs folded around my friend and moved along the entire length in a crisp, rhythmic motion.

- Maybe they also want you to cum in them..... Like in my pussy many, many times...

As she moves, Miss Potts shoots a glance and pulls back her left bun, revealing a view of her quivering holes. The lower of which is oozing luscious juice.

- So that the semen passes in sticky bridges between all the fingers.....

Speaking of fingers, Pepper literally dances with them, at the same time as she moves, applying pressure, then releasing it, making them pass over my rod with caressing touches.

- Maybe they want the cum to bridge not only between their fingers, but to unite them...?

Each fold on Miss Potts' legs travelled along my head, the lingering excitement bringing me pleasure.

- Though no matter how greedy I got them, they should remember to share....

Concentrating on jerking the ribs of her feet under the head, Pepper lifted herself up a little on the bed to shake her ass, letting me know her need for fresh cream.

- What's coming up...?

Back in her previous position, Miss Potts smiled contentedly and eagerly watched the tight movements of her black, soft socks along my cock, hiding neither white heels nor neat toes with simple pedicures on short nails.

- Ah! - Pepper moaned as I grabbed her legs. - I love it when you're aggressive....

Immediately after, I intensified the firm embrace of the feet, and began to fuck like Miss Potts' pussy that loomed enticingly in front of my face.

- Come on! Cum! Cover me, nakone-Ah!

- Kggh!

The pleasure of my legs was too much for me to bear, and I discharged in a volley. The semen reached Miss Potts' coccyx, sliding sexily down her body onto the sheets. It landed on her buns, building a bridge between them. Naturally, the bridge couldn't do without a body of water, which was also white milk that went down the crevice to the juicy pussy....

- And when my legs were satisfied.

Pepper danced her seed-covered fingers along my filthy cock.

- Which hole of mine are you gonna take-- Or should I say, will you take first?

The suggestion was poorly suited to the choice, when one of the holes was already flooded with pretty good lube...

.....

As I finished my bed games with Miss Potts and was packing up, I remembered why I'd come and brought up the subject of the message again.

- Here's what came over Tony's phone... - to which Pepper pulled out her phone.

A second later my own face appeared in front of my face, only on the screen of a smartphone. As Pepper's finger dipped lower, a mountain of text appeared. Even with a quick glance, I could easily see that the text was dedicated to me.

- I don't know what you've gotten yourself into. But you better lay low, Peter. A good bottom where the Shield can't get you out of.

The paperwork identifies me as a threat. And advised the heroes to catch me the first time they saw me.....