An Avenger's Revelation

Vanessa made a purring sound deep in her throat, dark eyes closing:

"There you go, baby. Let me know you like it." Her head fell back against Natasha's shoulder and she kept her ass low, encouraging the redhead to grind against her.

Developing a nice rhythm, Natasha was embarrassed by how erratic her breathing was becoming, red lips millimeters from the stripper's ear. Against her better judgment, the ex-agent buried her nose in wavy black hair, all but nuzzling the brunette as she inhaled her intoxicating scent.

Suddenly, Vanessa spun around. Flicking out her right leg, the brunette knelt on the couch, straddling her increasingly horny client.

"Just enjoy yourself Red, I know I am," the Brazilian purred, sliding her hands up Natasha's sides as she nestled on the redhead's lap. The two women held eye contact as she brought her hands to the ex-agent's chest, kneading her breast brazenly. Natasha held her nerve, attempting to down play her rising arousal:

"Yeahhh... That feels good right?"

Natasha gasped as the brunette playfully tugged her nipples through her top, the stripper feeling them grow in her hands as her client's body responded. Natasha dropped her gaze, staring instead at the stripper's perfect bare breasts, rising and falling millimetres from her face.

Vanessa's purr this time was one of disappointment:

"Aw, baby! No touching!! Rules of the dance. But how 'bout-"

Vanessa released Natasha's breasts and leant forward, rubbing their chests together. Natasha felt hard nipples brush against her own and choked back a moan:

"Ungghhh- Mmmmm..."

Beginning to sway in Natasha's lap once more, the redhead closed her eyes, focusing on the hot and carnal sensation of their breasts mashing together. Raising her own hips, Vanessa smiled as her client took advantage of their intimate position, feeling the woman's clothed core slide against her own. Meeting each thrust, the stripper ground her pussy against the redhead's, feeling the heat grow insatiably between them, indulging her sexy client.

Natasha couldn't get enough of her. And she was about to have an orgasm:

Vanessa sensed this, replacing her hand on the couch and sliding down against her crotch, her thigh digging into the tight fabric between Natasha's legs. The force of her hips accelerated, driving her core back against the redhead's pussy again and again. Natasha whimpered, writhing against the seat as her cool persona momentarily dissipated. Vanessa grinned; now she saw the true Natasha.

"That's it, baby," she whispered into Natasha's ear:

"Cum for me, Red."

An orgasm swept through Natasha so fast the redhead could barely contemplate it as she shuddered against the escort, biting her lip and swallowing a gasp.

Holding the gorgeous creature beneath her down, the stripper waited patiently as Natasha's orgasm subsided, watching as the redhead slowly released the couch cushions.

Hearing a gruff voice yell through the curtain Vanessa sighed, gently kissing Natasha's cheek:

"That's us Red."

Natasha blinked slowly, as if awaking from a trance. The ex-agent felt so much better, as if a weight had been lifted from her, her lustful need momentarily satisfied.

It was now clear that, in-spite of the 'club rules', Vanessa was more than willing to service her clients, or at least Natasha herself. Watching the stripper climb down from her lap and begin to dress, Natasha cleared her throat, crossing her legs to conceal her damp crotch:

"Would you be willing to take things further? Maybe a future session or two?? I can more than cover the cost..."

Leaning forward, she slipped some cash into the back of Vanessa's underwear.

Instinctively slapping the hand away, Vanessa realised she was actually being paid extra, rolling her hips experimentally:

"That feels like a thick wad... What exactly did you have in mind??"

Standing up, Natasha stepped into the brunette's personal space once more:

"Well its like you said..."

Vanessa looked into the woman's sensual green eyes, before she finally leant in, kissing her. Starting soft and sweet the redhead became demanding; her lips opening against the stripper's, her tongue reaching out to stroke the inside of her mouth.

Vanessa surprised herself, groaning at the increased contact; it wasn't often a client-reciprocated pleasure. Absorbed by their contact, the women parted slowly:

"I'm not your usual visitor" Natasha said lightly, "And I've got a lot to learn."

Smirking, the triumphant redhead blew an impressive pink bubble. Surprised, Vanessa watched the orb burst, her dark brown eyes absorbed by the woman's full red lips.

"When do you get off?" Natasha asked playfully.

Meeting Natasha's gaze, Vanessa replied slowly:

"Well, I guess that up to you..."

...

2 Months Earlier

Vanessa Carlysle's Apartment

New York

Natasha mercilessly threw the naked brunette against the worn column, catching the woman in her arms before she fell. Holding the hooker up, Natasha slammed her bare back against the support once more.

Vanessa hissed, eyes closing as the redhead bit her throat, leaving a mark as she moved down her neck.

Vanessa shuddered, nodding as the redhead's full lips danced over her collarbone:

"Rough day at work?"

She giggled, opening her dark rimmed eyes:

"OOooohhhh... I like when you have bad days."

Natasha grimaced, digging her nails into the expansive olive flesh of the hooker's ass:

"AHHHH!" Vanessa yelped, biting her lip and wrapping her legs around her new lover, holding the woman tight:

"You like it rough huh Red?!"

Natasha paused, meeting the brunette's dark eyes:

"Let's just say the more mainstream my job gets, the more depraved we get."

Vanessa shrugged: "Sounds good to me."

Natasha smirked. Craning her neck, she caught a nipple between her teeth, bringing the plump brown areole into her mouth. Vanessa gasped, her mouth falling open as full lips swallowed her mound, hot breath tickling her vulnerable breast.

Lathering her olive skin, Natasha moved from one nipple to the other, using her teeth and tongue to sharpen both to hard points.

Tearing the brunette away from the column, the two women collapsed intertwined onto the messy bed.

...

6 weeks earlier

Natasha Romanoff's Apartment

New York

Falling onto her hands, Natasha swept long red hair behind an ear, sighing as she knelt in an all too familiar position.

SMACK!

Natasha heard the noise before she felt the pain in her left buttock, a minor stinging sensation compared to her usual injuries. This quickly turned to warmth, the soreness focused around the area of impact.

The redhead flinched in-spite of herself, green eyes widening as she flexed, parting her legs more to alleviate the pain.

Vanessa appraised the redhead's buxom behind, the skin of her cheek flaring up ever so slightly. The stripper smiled dangerously.

Bending at the elbows, Natasha gave the other woman easy access, as if daring her to strike again.

"That the best you can do?" Natasha asked, her dry sexy tone surprisingly clipped.

Vanessa smirked, raising her hand once more:

"How are yuh supposed to punish a bad girl when she likes getting spanked??"

The next swat fell harder against Natasha's cheek, landing with a shallow thwack that hurt more than the last. Before she had a chance to react however, the same palm came down again.

Stinging pain reverberated through the ex-agent's ass, spreading like wildfire. Natasha bit her lip, smiling as she squeezed her eyes shut.

It had been sooo long since she had had a proper engagement. No gunfire, no worthy adversaries. Instead setting up the Avengers was causing nothing but headaches; If anything real pain was a welcome distraction.

"Yuh know, you keep coming this often I'll have to put you on retainer." Vanessa stated calmly, waving her own stinging palm:

"So what happened this time?"

Before Natasha could reply, two more blows, harder still, landed in quick succession. This time the redhead did gasp, pain flaring across her bare skin. When she spoke it was through gritted teeth:

"Let's just say the government doesn't like me much for past... indiscretions."

Vanessa rested her hand on her client's behind, applying gentle pressure over the area she had previously struck. 


"So its not enough to get punished at work so you come to me??" Vanessa said, getting her breath back after her last exertion.

Natasha shuddered minutely as the hand that caressed her behind, intentionally squeezing a sore cheek, before responding sarcastically:

"A lecture on embarrassment from a hooker? I guess that's just how far I've fallen!"

The next smack came as a surprise, Natasha having become accustomed to the brunette's soothing caress. Caught out the redhead yelped, tensing sharply:

"AHHH-Okay sorry!" she croaked: "You're a 'sex positive working woman.'"

"Thank you," Vanessa stated testily, pinching a radiant red cheek:

"I'm just sayin' its ironic."

Natasha swallowed; surely this couldn't get any worse? All she wanted from these sessions was a chance to vent the urges her new clean-cut Avengers life couldn't give her. Yet somehow even the woman she paid to indulge her cravings saw the irony in that! And she didn't even know who she was!!

Nevertheless the glowing sensation emanating from her cheeks wasn't subsiding; if anything it was getting hotter! Natasha tensed her long legs, bracing herself whilst trying to maintain a modicum of her self-respect.

Smack, 
SMACK, SMACK!!


This time there was no warning, no holding back as Vanessa used all her strength to punish the other woman. Natasha stifled a cry, the accumulated pain making her eyes water. Now the slaps the redhead felt were sharper, merciless. And yet she liked it.

Soon the blows started to fall like rain, one after another after another. Each time the shock reverberated through the ex-agent's toned body, arched back stretched out like a cat, her ass cheeks on fire.

Vanessa watched pale flesh jiggle hypnotically with each blow, the place where her hand connected slowly becoming as red as the woman's flowing hair.

In-spite of her apology, Vanessa now genuinely wanted to punish the rude redhead. This had to leave a mark. Tomorrow, whatever Natasha was doing, the Brazilian woman wanted her to remember this encounter; to wince every time she sat down.

Reaching behind her surreptitiously, Vanessa found the handle of the riding crop nestled in the red satin sheets. The brunette beamed, swiftly bringing the whip swinging down on an unsuspecting behind.

...

4 Weeks Earlier

Vanessa Carlysle's Apartment

New York

"Wait, your gonna- ohhhh, mmmm..." Vanessa collapsed backward as the redhead answered her question mid-sentence; sucking the whipped cream from her soft flesh.

Taking a long lick, the redhead sampled the warmth of the woman's breast, before lapping at her skin intently. Then, deftly sliding up the stripper's body, the redhead slipped her tongue into the waiting mouth.

Going limp, Vanessa groaned, running her fingers through luscious red hair even as the woman smeared chocolate and cream between their open lips. Feeling her client's tongue quest deep into her throat, the stripper struggled to stay still as she tasted the mingled deserts on Natasha's breath, before the redhead moved downward once more:

"You know-ungh, uhh you're paying meee to do... me?"

Drizzling chocolate sauce on the brunette's soft belly from above, Natasha then gently licked the perfectly smooth surface, her tongue dipping in to the cleft of the stripper's belly button. Meeting the brazilian's eyes she smiled:

"Just sweetening you up," she answered, before pouring casting sugar over the swells of the stripper's chest. Both women were covered in dust and treacle.

Natasha considered what Vanessa had said as she watched the powder settle in the cleft between the brunette's globes; it was true that more and more she was paying to pleasure the hooker. And her newly found food kink wasn't exactly great for her figure... But this was about more than a kink for her, it was about the freedom to live without the back breaking disciplines that had made her a Spy! She could eat what she wanted now! Who she wanted!! Sealing her lips around a sugary nipple, the redhead sucked hard.

"Mmmmmm..." she murmured, licking the pointed flesh:

"You taste amazing."

Vanessa moaned, licking the dark chocolate from her own lips; Covered from head to foot in residue from several different deserts, the brunette couldn't help but feel even dirtier than usual. Sweat and cum mingling with sugar and honey, the stripper felt beads of syrup roll off her abdomen as the two women pressed together on the messy bed. She would have to bill Natasha for the ruined sheets.

The stripper tasted tart and salty, perfectly complimenting Natasha's sweet tooth. Swirling her tongue around and around, she followed the lines of sugar that headed further south. Opening the brunette's legs, she licked up what she found, pressing her face between hot thighs.

"Awww.. Mmmmmm..." Vanessa gasped: "You're sure you don't have a taste for the hooker lifestyle??"

Natasha faltered, pulling away momentarily, cream, sugar and honey smeared over her cheeks and lips:

"Honestly? I don't know anymore."

...

2 Weeks Earlier

Natasha Romanoff's Apartment

New York

Feeling the belt tighten around her ankle, Natasha wondered if she had gone to far. After all, if she wanted to get restrained and beaten all she had to do was go back to Russia.

"Wow, you look even better tied up," Vanessa said playfully, stepping around the bed to tighten a strap around the redhead's left wrist.

"Thank you," Natasha said calmly, wriggling in place in-spite of herself. Even after months out of S.H.I.E.L.D she couldn't help but think like a spy. As Maria had trained her to...

Spread-eagled on the bed, the ex-agent smiled sadly as she remembered how this exact scenario had played out in Budapest. Now that had been exhilarating.

"So what's this role-play in aid of??" Vanessa asked, even as she crawled up onto the bed beside her client, dressed in sexy dominatrix leathers.

"Nothing. I actually made progress on my missing Magical Staff investigation today."

Shaking her head, the brunette straddled the other woman, muttering darkly:

"Oh Red, your crazy matches my crazy..."

"You don't believe me?" Natasha asked indignantly," You should know I'm actually an Aveng- mmh, muh? Unngh-Unngh-Ugh!"

Cutting the redhead off, Vanessa pressed the ball gag between her client's pouty lips.

Caught between her teeth, Natasha could only gurgle as the brunette strapped the device around her head.

Admiring her work, Vanessa smiled at the helpless redhead, before leaning in to whisper in the girl's ear:

"That's better."

Taking each nipple between her fingers, the brunette twisted savagely, digging her nails into hardened nubs.

Natasha gasped into the gag, green eyes watering.

"Oh by the way, remember the safe word is apples. Which I guess would be more useful if you could speak... Oh well!"

Vanessa giggled cruelly:

"Now, lets see you slip out of this-"

Springing upward, Natasha scissored her legs around the brunette, having already freed her feet, twisting them around the Brazilian's neck.

Contorting she ripped her hand free, sending both women tumbling. Tipping sideways, Vanessa fell off the bed, Natasha falling after her.

...

2 Days Earlier

Vanessa Carlysle's Apartment

New York

"Oooohhhh!!" Vanessa gasped, jerking forward:

"Right up main street..."

Admiring the hooker's prone body, Natasha slipped her palms along her back before teasing the woman's behind, sliding her cock around a thoroughly used back hole, occasionally pushing inside with undisguised desire.

This role reversal felt bizarre to the astonished redhead. How many times had she been where Vanessa was now? Resting on her belly, teeth clenched, trying to maintain some dignity while her body was so rudely violated:

It took stamina to be humiliated and yet turned on beyond belief, a whole spectrum of emotional torment only anal could seem to provide. But she was done with that life; done with bending over and taking it: She was in charge now.

Vanessa screwed up her eyes, groaning as the redhead rallied, roughly snapping the straps taught around her buttocks before flexing her hips once more, driving the full girth of her strap-on deep into the brunette's distended rectum.

Getting off on dominating the sexy stripper, Natasha recognized the irony of this situation. Did her own asshole stretch like that? Twitching, the redhead felt phantom pain, remembering her own sordid anal encounters.

Ignoring this, Natasha continued to get off on the sense of domination, crying out in pure joy as she continued her slow and gentle ass fucking.

Vanessa clenched the pillow beneath her chest; it wasn't often she let a client take her this far. Nevertheless she had felt obligated to feed the redhead's growing appetites, content to allow her the satisfaction of tenderizing her bowels to finally get the woman off once more. Natasha was becoming harder to please.

Shuddering, Vanessa felt the thick shaft twist in her rectum, the hard plastic stretching out her already gaping asshole. Groaning, the Brazilian swore:

"Mother fucking-Unngghh! Ohhh you bitch!!"

Biting her pillow, Vanessa felt a weird stirring in her loins accompany the hard ass fucking.

Natasha was using her full weight to propel the unyielding shaft into the brunette's behind, making up for a lack of speed with a lot of force, determined to press the dildo as far as it could go. Practically sitting on her butt she swivelled her hips, Vanessa gasping as the redhead swirled the cock around her rectum, using its girth to open her further still. This friction however, coupled with the satisfaction Natasha gained from her domination, inevitably ended one way:

Feeling the familiar tremor of the woman's hands on her back, Vanessa sighed in relief as the redhead came hard, warm cream trickling down between her olive butt cheeks.

Tugging the dildo free, Natasha admired her handiwork; the brunette's tenderized butthole dilated and sore looking.

Rolling away, Natasha watched the brunette gasp, Vanessa tensing up once more. Frowning, the redhead briefly wondered if she had gone too far. Them suddenly, the hooker released the pent up pressure, much to Natasha's disgust:

Screwing up her dark eyes, Vanessa farted noisily, laughing only after she was sure she hadn't just soiled herself:

"oooohhh... that feels sooo much better!"

Natasha frowned:

"charming."

Leant on her elbows, Vanessa shook her behind, cheeks rippling:

"What? I'd like to see you handle a dick up your pooper!"

Natasha stared up at the broken ceiling fan, even as she tugged the dildo free of her hips. Watching the redhead, Vanessa sensed there was a lot she still didn't understand about Natasha Romanoff:

"You know, I've met a few slutbags like you in my industry..."

"There are no women like me," Natasha stated coldly.

"Whatever Red, women who practice your 'fine' pursuits."

"Meaning?" Natasha asked scornfully, even as she licked the still-warm dildo in her hands, tasting the brunette's bowels.

"You use sex to deal with a stressful job. Addiction, deviation, submission..."

"I am not a submissive," Natasha responded quickly, "Believe me if you knew my day job-"

"Hell I'm sure it's real dominant," Vanessa continued, resting her head back on the pillow: "that's probably why you need this so bad."

Natasha frowned, twisting to face the brunette:

"What?"

Vanessa shrugged:

"Cos you can't have hard without soft and every task needs a Master."

Natasha blinked: