Chapter 3

Peter checked out the room numbers as he walked down the hall. When he got to room 914 he wondered if the desk clerk had gotten it right. He knew that he was reasonably close to the right place because his Spider Sense was tingling enough to tell him that Kraven was close by and doing something that he shouldn't be. But room 914 didn't look like an office; it looked like the door to any other hotel room. He tried the door and was surprised when it opened under his hand.

He walked into a room that was obviously a hotel room converted to an office. It was the same as any other hotel room Peter had been in except where the bed should be there was a desk and a small table with four chairs. A young man was sitting behind the desk and he looked up as Peter came into the room.

"Yes sir? Can I help you?"

"I hope so. I'm Peter Parker and I'm with the Daily Bugle. I was wondering if Mr. Kraven could spare a minute or two of his time. We want to do a story on him."

"I'm not sure he can see you right now. He and our talent coordinator are busy plugging up a few holes that came up in relation to a movie Mr. Kraven is making. Why don't you take a seat and I'll go see if he can break free."

Peter took a seat on one of the chairs at the table and the young man got up and left the room.

Mary Jane had her lips locked around Joe's fat, black cock and her head was rocking back and forth on it. Kraven had pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and he was ramming her pussy with deep hard strokes. She was on her third or fourth orgasm — they were coming so close it was hard to tell — when Kraven hissed, "Here it comes Mrs. Parker, here it comes" and he erupted into her and splashed her insides with his manly essence.

He saw Andy standing next to the bed, stroking himself and patiently waiting so he pulled himself out of the lusty red-haired slut and said, "Your turn Andy."

There was a knock at the door and then it opened just enough for Mark to stick his head in and say, "Hope I'm not interrupting anything, but we have a rather droll situation here. It seems that the ladies husband has come to call and he begs an audience with you."

"What?"

"I have Mr. Parker in the office. He would like a few minutes of your time. Something about an article that he is working on for the Daily Bugle."

"Her husband huh? By all means tell him that I'll be there to see him in a minute."

Kraven smiled as he took his right hand and stroked his cock to coat it with Mary Jane's juices. As he quickly dressed he watched the action on the bed and wondered if Mary Jane had heard Mark. Joe was lying on his back on the bed and Mary Jane was on her hands and knees as Andy fucked her from behind while she slobbered all over Joe'' massive black cock. Kraven wondered if there was some way he could stall Parker long enough to get back to the room and fuck Parker's wife one more time while her husband was less than fifty feet away.

Mary Jane had indeed heard what Mark had said and her reaction surprised her. Andy's cock wasn't all that big compared to Joe's and Kraven's and it wasn't pushing her buttons like Kraven's had. She was nowhere near an orgasm, that is she wasn't until she heard Mark say that Peter was here and just down the hall. Suddenly, the thought of how deliciously wicked and depraved it was to be fucking three men while Petey was so close by triggered a very large orgasm in her. Her cunt spasmed and to Andy it felt like she had a hand in her pussy jacking him off. It was too much for him and he blew his load into her steaming cunt. As he pulled out of her boiling cauldron Mary Jane cried out, "No, not yet, stay in, leave it in."

Andy looked at his boss and shrugged and Kraven laughed.

"Saddle up Mark. The slut needs meat in her box and she won't let Joe in because he doesn't have a condom so it looks like you just volunteered. You guys keep her hot and going till I get back from talking to the cuckold."

Peter stood up when Kraven walked into the room with his right hand stuck out in greeting. Peter took the hand and shook it and was surprised at the dampness of the big man's palm. Must have just washed his hands.

"Mr. Parker, what can I do for you?"

"Parker, Parker, for some reason that name rings a bell. Oh yes, now I remember. You took the pictures of me and Spider-Man that appeared on the front page of the Bugle."

"Guilty. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time; or from your perspective, the right place at the wrong time."

"It wasn't one of my finer moments, but with hindsight I do have to say that it was one of the best things to happen to me."