They'll Meet 'Neath That Giant Exxon Sign - Gwen Stacy reward story

"Wow, it's Ghost-Spider You saved me!" The confused man stood in a state of absolute shock as the muggers who jumped him in an alley all ran off in a panic thanks to the white-clad wall crawler. She had come in from out of nowhere, raining down with kicks and chasing off the men, but not giving them chase. She looked slowly around her shoulder toward the thankful guy she'd just rescued. "Thank you so much."

She turned around slowly, sizing him up. She'd been curious about him, and now she felt a bit more sure, smile growing as she indulged in the growing excitement taking her. "Drop your pants," she told him, striding confidently forward and motioning toward his groin. "If you're really thankful, you'll let me suck you off." It was blunt. It was shameless. Gwen wasn't afraid of making clear a very direct and unrepentant intent to have what she wanted from him, striding slowly toward him.

"What? You want sex in exchange for saving me?" He was absolutely baffled by that. Not outrage. Not angry. Just confused. How could that be what she was really asking? His eyes fell onto her slim, gorgeous body in her skintight outfit. She looked amazing. It was hard to say no to a woman as visibly gorgeous as she was, even if he couldn't see her face. He wasn't opposed, he just didn't understand.

But she drew closer, eyes tight upon him as she pulled in toward him. "Action is my reward," Gwen said, stopping right in front of him, tugging her mask up just barely over her nose, and sinking down into a squatting position. If he wouldn't take the initiative, undoing his pants and pulling them down, grabbing his cock and slurping it right into her mouth. He wasn't even fully hard yet. It didn't matter to Gwen. She went right onto sucking him down, letting him harden inside her mouth and press steadily down until he was in her throat, and she knew she was right on the path to indulgence and greed now. There was no need for anything more to say, and as the man she saved groaned aloud, she knew she could play into this with little restraint or care, unhesitating in her desire and her advance, knowing she could do whatever she damn well pleased to him and get away with it.

"Holy shit," the man groaned, staring down at the superheroine sucking his cock down, his eyes wide and the hazy excitement of beholding her approach leaving him startled. He really had no idea what to do in the face of this all, embracing a chaotic and feverish passion that hit her hard. There was a senseless and sturdy pleasure to it all. "This sounds like some Penthouse shit." There was really no sense to this, the pleasure growing hotter and dizzier as it all kept happening, bringing on rushes of a desire and an excitement he needed. His cock throbbed in the embrace and the excitement of this ferocious pleasure, a passion that he just had to let take him. Ghost-Spider continued to push harder forward, tending to his cock with increasingly sloppy adoration, which left him increasingly ready to just lose himself.

Dripping drool down her chin as she went as sloppy as she could on this anonymous cock, Gwen found herself where she needed to be. Sucking random guys off after saving them was not proper hero behavior, but it was the kind of behavior she craved, a dizzy wreck focused on how anonymous her costume made her. How simple it was to open herself up to the chaos and the indulgence of something that needed no restraint and no sense. She could play at anything she wanted here, slutting it up without ever exposing her real identity, and Gwen craved that. There was no shame to this, no moment where anybody could doubt her or push against her indulgences and her depravities. She remained in complete control, and she used that control to keep dragging this guy she didn't know into the depths of his own appetite?

Every throbbing rush and pulse of pleasure was too much for this lucky guy to handle. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he gave up happily to it, hips bucking forward, groaned of shameless joy bunching up within him as he came into the heroine's mouth, giving Ghost-Spider a taste of his cum and leaving her a shaky, needy mess ravenous for the chance to give up completely. The sensations and the lusts were as messy and as reckless as anything could be, and Ghost-Spider happily swallowed every drop down. The salty, bitter spunk brought her exactly what she craved, exactly what she wanted. She made sure to get all of it, so that as she drew back, her open mouth flaunted how it had no more cum in it, a mark of wild, ferocious pride for Ghost-Spider.

"See you around some time," she said. Her arm reached back, shooting a web that she yanked on, tugging away from this and swinging off in as abrupt a means as she could, an extra little layer of confusion and frustration leaving him floored. That uncertainty helped; she didn't want to leave him a moment to talk to her or think on it. It was more mysterious that way

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"It's fine, just go for it. Pound me raw." Ghost-Spider stuck her ass out, clutching the railing overlooking a view of the park that a very confused guy was on a jog through when she showed up, offered a peek at her perky butt and receiving a demanding pressure to come fuck her ass. So, what did he do? Naturally, he pulled his cock out and slammed it into her backdoor, ramming deep into her and hammering powerfully onward, driven by a pressure and a hunger that didn't feel the least bit sane. "You can have me as much as you want. You can pump my ass full of cum, and make it leak out while I go fight some bank robbers. I don't care, just go for it!" She was reckless, noisy, and absolutely unrepentant in the indulgences pulling her deeper.

Infinitely more people knew who Ghost-Spider was than knew who Gwen Stacy was. It didn't matter; she found so much more comfort in being slutty under this name, where nobody could see her face, where she was able to be shameless and greedy and completely unrepentant. There was a freedom to this. She knew she could indulge; knew she could fall deeper into a pleasure and a hunger that couldn't come back and hurt her. That all meant there was no harm in letting some anonymous guy pound her ass raw, right? She was free to do whatever she wanted, free to get taken over the line and used so thoroughly and with such intensity that she couldn't keep her thoughts on straight. So much just hit her at once, demanding that she come apart at the seams, as her guts got rearranged.

She had scoped the guy out for this. He wore sweatpants on his jog, and she could see what he had flopping around inside of them. A well hung guy to taker her all the way once he reached up the park's hill and to a railing overlooking the scenic remainder of the park below. It all went perfectly, all came around to bring the ruinous crash into reckless joy that she craved more than anything. It all felt too good, bringing with it a ferocious and senseless rush of pleasures that Gwen just couldn't be without. Getting railed while sitting perched atop the railing like a horny gargoyle, Gwen thrived, gasping out louder and giving up to the drastic spikes of raw, sinful joy that kept hitting her. She didn't need anything else. Didn't need to think or control or contain herself. She just wanted to let it all fucking go.

The lucky guy who had been singled out by one of the city's hottest heroes and asked to go for random, frenzied public anal was happy to let go, too. He didn't want to pass up an amazing opportunity, plundering her tight ass hole with absolutely no ability to restrain himself or control the senseless fires pushing him harder. His fingers gripped all too tightly into Ghost-Spider's ass, and he threw everything he had into dizzy, brutal overdrive. He wanted to live this out as hard as he could, to get the most of this insane situation as he explored his way deeper into what felt absolutely untameable now. There was only one way forward, only one even remotely sane course of option he could take, and he did everything in his power to try and pound her raw, keeping up with this senseless spectacle.

She needed this more than anything. Gwen was louder, hotter, and as she heaved back and forth, she found herself receiving everything she craved most. "Love this!" she gasped, heaving through the idea of giving up, letting go, giving in completely. She couldn't contain herself as she let this all consume her, head rolling back and shaky, dizzy moans ringing out from her lips. she was happy to give in, to crash down into desperate, shaky panic as she felt him claim her with one final stroke. It was all too much to bear, her voice rising as she gave in, spine arching back, all sensation wearing her down and pushing her to the limit. A hard-earned anal orgasm was a pleasure with very few equals, and she was happy to let it take her by storm.

Once more, she dashed off just when things were heating up, fleeing away from this before anything could happen and escaping her way into pure insanity. There was a senseless, wild kind of joyful chaos in fleeing from this, leaving a guy confused again, and knowing she held this absolute power over anyone and everyone she set her eye on.

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Sometimes, it wasn't as simple as flagging down one single guy and having him go to town on her. It was nice when she could get it, but sometimes Gwen's desires veered harder into indulgence and desire, into a pleasure so voracious and depraved that the only way to indulge in it was to throw all caution to the wind. For Ghost-Spider, that meant dangling in a bound-up web mess, utterly bottomless, legs spread apart by a spreader bar made of webs. She seemed to be unconscious, lying limply, mask still down on her face and a barrier of webbing keeping anyone from reaching over to grab it. By all appearances, Ghost-Spider had been on the bad end of a run-in with another arachnid-themed powered being, one who webbed her up and left her on the corner to be freely raped by anyone. A piece of paper on her chest even said 'Defeated slut, free to use'.

But she'd done it to herself. She was fully awake, just still and waiting, breath tense. The sign was her own. The webbing was her own. Ghost-Spider was completely vulnerable in public, offering up the chance to give in to the conquering joys of being utterly fucking ruled by her own desires. People passing her by on the street had no way of knowing she had done this to herself; they understood only the sight of a gorgeous heroine passed out, legs spread, pussy on display for all to indulge in, was the kind of temptation that some people liked to think they were strong enough to resist. But in practice? She got fucked so much whenever she did this, the reinforcement of every bad behavior and every indulgence from these people. It was insane, it was wrong, and it was absolutely fucking glorious.

Anonymous cocks hammered into her with absolutely zero restraint behind it all. Men fished their dicks out and rammed their way into her offered hole with reckless greed, a desire as senseless and as desperate as could be. The chance to fuck a seemingly passed out heroine simply didn't come around more than once, and anyone who caught their chance wanted to go all out. There was no question about it; Ghost-Spider's cunt was theirs to indulge in, and the shameless joy of bearing forward as hard and as raw as could be was the greatest of joys, bringing Ghost-Spider down deeper and unable to think clearly. "You're so tight for a used-up slut," one of the men remarked.

The real challenge was in keeping quiet. Gwen let the thrusts into her pussy make her heave about, using the momentum and pressure behind these ferocious indulgences to be taken deeper toward ruin, but she loved every senseless, wild second of it. it felt so good, felt so firm, and its thorough delights left her struggling to not break character and reveal the whole scam here. Gwen wanted to be seemingly out cold, dropped by some nasty villain who had left her to be humiliated, and any indication she loved every second of getting used like this would shatter the illusion. Maybe it would have been fine, but she didn't think it would be. She knew how guys fucked her when they knew she wanted it. It was fine. Incredibly pleasurable.

But it didn't match up at all to what happened when men thought they were doing something truly sinful and senseless to her. There was an appeal and a wrongness to the idea of violating some helpless heroine that appealed to people, that very clearly drove them to be their worst. She got to feel something different, a brutal fire carrying forward the senseless and desperate rushes of wicked heat, a lust like few others, and she was happy to give in to it. To let it take her by storm, leaving her a dizzy and frantic mess breaking down completely. There wasn't anything quite like this, and the pleasure pulsing through her made her feel incredible, made her buck harder and rougher about in the state of frantic lust that kept her falling further away. They were rougher. They were harsher.

And oh fuck did they cum harder, Big, hot loads pumped into her with such insistence and aggression that felt too wild to believe. Nothing felt better than being filled with hot jizz and pushed to such a relentless state of delight and indulgence, and she was unstoppable, unshakable, given fully to passions beyond sense, and she just could not resist it. She was overwhelmed, overjoyed, and able to give up completely to the pleasures taking her. Gwen didn't need anything else, craving these senseless and ferocious pulses of desire and delight. They felt too good, felt like they were ripping her apart, and all she wanted was to allow herself to give in, to sink into the depths of frenzy and desire. Orgasms burned through her like wildfire, but Gwen remained stoic, remained silent. She took it all on and did her best to bluff her way through what was rapidly consuming her.

As long as Gwen kept getting stuffed full of dick and pumped full of cum, there was really no good reason to resist it. She kept falling deeper, embracing the passion and the confusion of a pleasure beyond reason. It was so ferocious, so potent, and every second of what she gave in to felt like a desperate, maddening rush of utter ecstasy. Keeping quiet was near impossible, keeping still was something she only barely managed to deal with by masking her motions, but she felt like she was getting stronger and sturdier at this by the second. This was the height of shameless pleasure, the deepest and most ferocious indulgence she could have ever fathomed, and with every push forward, Gwen was happy to keep giving in harder, to fall further into the thrill and the chaos of getting used. It was o much, the dizzy and feverish lust keeping her giving in, keeping her throwing everything she had into confusion and surrender. It was almost too good to handle.

But that was what made it burn so right. Man after man kept using her, her struggles only intensifying the joy of taking this all. Gwen was powerless against her own appetites, and against all these shameless strangers who used her body for their own pleasure. It was just too good and too wild to deal with, throwing everything into complete disarray. Her thoughts were heavy, body trapped in place, everything demanding so much from her at all times, and she just couldn't resist it. Her body throbbed up through these dizzy spectacles with little sense of direction or reason, simply burning up as she bucked and thrashed through the senseless and dizzy wants keeping her in a strange, foggy position where all she wanted was to give in completely, plunged into spectacle and chaos without the ability to think any longer.

Exhaustion set in. It was tough for someone with powers like Gwen's to actually get tired out from sex. She had endurance and stamina beyond any normal person's ability, and there wasn't much she could do to work with that. But when dozens of people were using her harder, greedier and rougher and greedier by the second, she got worn down, and the brilliant flares of lust hit her hard, brought her what she needed completely. There was absolutely no sensible way to process this, and the thrill of drowning in passion and excitement made for a spectacle as weird and insane as could be. The thrill of being worn down and pushed into a state of such dizzy joy was really as grand and as insane as anything could be. The pleasure was exhausting, strange, and absolutely just what she needed.

When she had her fill and the longer street became less busy with the creeping of night upon her, Gwen was almost out cold for real, panting, ragged, worn down by a senseless, feverish sex marathon and loving every second of it. She just hung there, cum oozing out of her hole. The cum of dozens of men over the course of hours. It was incredible, a miraculous pulse of shameless bliss. She was completely detached from sense and thought that left her shaken and ravaged. It felt incredible, and as she finally dragged herself out of her webbing, her legs gave out. She yanked herself up by a shot of web and began to fly without the use of her legs, clumsily swinging around and oozing cum as she went. It was moments like this, the sensation of being thoroughly used, that always made sure that Gwen couldn't ever turn down these joys. She'd do this all over again.