Peter looked in Gwen's home, and as he saw Pepper sitting there, holding a glass of champagne like a weapon he frowned. “Uh, so why is Pepper Potts here, and why is she drunk?” he asked Gwen.

“Uh, okay, don't freak out,” and reaching behind her she took out her phone, unlocked it and handed it to Peter. “Oh, and don't break it,” she warned.

Gwen, it's MJ, Help!

Shit, what wrong, wait aren't you in Paris for that movie thing?

I am, but Tony Stark is here, he’s hitting on me, help. How do i get rid of him, hiding in the toilets won't work

Shit, just him or is pepper there

She is but I couldn't find her, heeeeelp

Fine, punch him in the dick, hard

But, what about you, I mean, what if he fires you

Woah woah woah, did he say that? If you didn't sleep with him he’d fire me.

No, but you know, the implication, he has your cream and I'm scared gwen, what if peter finds out and he hates me

Hey, peter isn't like that, he’d understand, now, go punch hat sashole right in the dick

GWEN! Help I cant punch tony fricking stark in the dick, even if he didnt do anything I would never work again, please, im serious, help me!!!

Sorry, I’ll tell Peter and he’ll understand, just tell tony no and that if he doesn't go away you’ll be forced to make a complaint, a real one.

No, don't tell Peter, please, I want to explain face to face, I don't want him to think I’d do that, please.

Fine, but the first thing you do is tell him, that's not fair on him mj. But tony, punch him or make it clear you're not interested, find pepper or some other bimbo and let him drool on her.

Someones knocking on the stall door, 

Its pepper, gotta go, thanks gwen, love you, peter too, give him kisses from me

Last message sent 10:45 pm

Peter gripped the phone and as Gwen growled at him, he handed it back. “So, not going to tell me huh?”

“Yeah cause that face you're pulling right now is why. You and I both know Stark Tower would be on fire right now if Tony even made it to first base, so stop. Ask Pepper why she’s here.”

Peter’s eye twitched, “fine. So, Miss Potts, what brings you here?”

Pepper looked at the glass, it was her third and after talking to Gwen she decided she needed the liquid courage. It was actually very nice, smooth but sharp and even after Gwen admitted that she made it herself, she still had two more glasses.

“Paris, um. I saw and MJ told me.” She pursed her lips and sighed, putting the glass down on Gwen's nightstand.

“Tony never touched her, I found MJ trying not to cry in the toilets and stayed with her all night. I spoke to Tony and he left, in a huff, as Tony does.”

“Yeah, good but I'm still not seeing why we’re standing here talking,”

Pepper clenched her fist. “Because while I was making sure MJ was okay, he fucked some Russian bimbo bitch in the toilets.” The anger on Pepper’s face was real.

“We were on a break, after the Ultron incident Tony was different, withdrawn and I couldn't deal with a giant man child who refused to go to therapy. So we took a break. What I didn't realise was that it meant Tony screwing that Natasha whore, then some other woman before coming back crying that he missed me and wanted to get back together. So,” Pepper stood and took a small glass of what looked like orange juice from the nightstand.

Peter now understood what Natasha meant with her text and she was right, he did owe her and he promised himself to make it up to her.

“I have a proposal. One that Gwen and the rest agreed to. I can drink this and then I want you to take me any way you want, and then after I have a position at Stark Industries for you. The pheromone licence, a job making a very good amount of money and me. All to piss off that egomaniac Tony Stark,” and Pepper's gaze steeled, “so, do I drink?”

Peter looked over at Gwen, who was still standing in the doorway, “really?” and she nodded, 

“we said anyone as long as we agreed. Shit Pete, if she was into women I’d do it, but she isn’t so, as MJ said, go get ‘er tiger,” and Peter shrugged and looked at Pepper.

Peter shook his head. “I don't do revenge fucks. If you and Tony have problems, see a therapist.”

Pepper shook her head and sighed, “that isn't what this is. We were on a break, a proper one. I thought he’d take a breather and come back, you know, better. Not get drunk, screw half a dozen women and then come back expecting me to take back like it was nothing. So I said no. This isn't revenge. Tony and I broke up 6 months ago, this is me proving to him that I've moved on. That he can't treat me like dirt and expect me to swallow my pride. Not revenge, an ending.”

Pepper stared at him, and after a pause, a look of contemplation, Peter nodded and she drank the whole glass in one go. The warmth spread through her and as she stared at Peter she found the courage to actually do what they had talked about.

“Gwen, tin as well please,” and stripping out of her clothes, Gwen motioned to the nightstand and a green label tin was there, marking it as medium strength.

Peter's gaze drifted over Pepper, she was already flushed and the red of her skin was in stark contrast to the slight tan of her body. Her breasts were small but still pert and her nipples were perfect circles of dark brown on her chest. She wasn't toned like the rest of the girls in the warehouse but that was to be expected. The symbiotes demanded a lot and each girl was smoothly muscled whereas Pepper had the soft feminine curves of someone who looked after themselves but without adding in high weight training.

Her eyes widened as Peter's own clothes slid away, and she stared at him, his manhood was impressive and stood straight as he smiled at her. Damn, she thought, he looks so good, and she moved towards him. And wow. Is that his thing? She stared at it, he was much larger than Tony, no wonder they were all so smiley when we discussed it. 

It was awkward, but she ran a hand over his chest and he dipped his head and kissed her, “uh, no, that's weird,” and she moved back. “Anything else, but, no kissing.” and to prove her point she knelt in front of him “uh, use me, anything, even you know, but just, no pain okay?” and Peter nodded and brushed her hair with his fingers, 

“Then, mouth,“ and as she nodded she took him with one hand, began to slowly stroke him and took the tip between her lips.

She jolted back surprised, she had done this before but it was sweet, there was still a salty bitter taste but the main one was sweet and with relish, she took him back in and sucked on the head of his cock. Moaning as her fingers reached between her legs she slid him in and out of her mouth, savouring the pleasantly sweet taste he had. It reminded her of the cream, and with Gwen's talent, she wondered if she could make anyone's taste like that.

Pepper was not going to admit that after the incident in her office she had considered visiting and offering more than just Gwen a job. After the analysis came back as biologically harmless she had taken three-quarters of the tin home, and its effectiveness was apparent as she used all of it in less than a week. 

Gwen had told her that Peter was different, that Liv had explained to the group Peter was not normal in that department but as his precum filled her mouth it was like sucking on a honey flavoured caramel and if she was honest, unlike some other men she actually wanted him to cum in her mouth, looking forwards to the taste.

He was gently stroking her head, knowing full well that forcing anyone was never pleasant, “uh Peps, I can, I want to,” and she looked up at him, never letting his manhood leave her mouth and she nodded. Remembering Liv, Peter came but held back, he didn't want to flood her with pheromone and knock her out but as Pepper sucked greedily on him he had no choice. Her tongue work was amazing and it swirled and flicked at him, he groaned and steadied himself on her as he let out more and more, as she kept swallowing it.

He felt the pressure relax and as she slid him free he stopped. Swirling her tongue over the end she milked the last few drops from him, “uh, next?” And he laughed,

“then bed please,” and she lay down on Gwen's bed, 

“like this or on my front?” and Peter shook his head and spread her legs, 

“returning the favour first.” he slid up the bed and between her legs, spreading them slightly. Kissing up her thigh he used his fingers to part her very wet lips and kissed her all over. His tongue slid up and down and his fingers gently traced around her wet hole and she moaned as he tasted her. Slipping a finger inside he explored to find her sensitive spots while his tongue circled her clit, gently pulling on it with his lips and flicking its swollen tip with his tongue.

Liv had warned Pepper that Peter was intense, that his saliva was filled with the pheromone and if he went down on her to expect not to last long but this was completely different. As his tongue worked it was over he and his finger sought out her g-spot she felt each orgasm roll over the last, her back arched and she moaned and she ran her fingers through his hair. Oh god, if he didn’t have so many already I’d do this every day, she thought as another orgasm came.

“Inside, inside please,” if his tongue was this good she wanted his cock, she needed it. Peter sat between her legs and she nodded, guiding him into her and as his length slid in she gasped. Unknown to her he had tested her and thickened himself to make it a nice fit, as he slid into the now tight hole, she writhed as he sent a tingle of pleasure through her entire body.

He smiled and as she looked into his eyes he began to move, she grunted as he took his first stroke and without a care, took his head in her hands and kissed him, tasting her own juices on his lips she let her tongue invade his mouth and let his own reciprocate. She wanted him, she wanted him to pound her until that smug bastard was just a memory, and as if he could read her thoughts be began to do just that.

Keeping his strength down he slid in and out and Pepper wrapped her legs around him, pulling him further into her. She frowned and whined as Peter moved as gently but as quickly as he could, filling her and then leaving her before filling her once more. Pepper's back arched as wave after wave filled her body with ecstasy. Peter lay close to her, feeling her breasts against his chest as he pistoned, “I'm going to cum” and she bit and nibbled on his ear as a reply.

Thrusting forwards one last time Peter found her mouth and she moaned into him as he exploded inside her and she let the wave of warmth rush through her, his pheromone-enhanced cum blasting away any last bastion of resistance and she gasped and moaned louder than she would normally. He right trembled as the orgasms faded and he slipped out of her, panting and sighing happily she kissed him once more.

“So, you said anything?” and he flipped her and pressed himself against her backside she nodded and slid back, granting him better access, and he rubbed the wet tip of his cock against her twitching ass. He paused, rubbing a little of the cream over her ass, and as she moaned he nodded before gently sliding inside her.

She bit the pillow as he entered her, her virgin ass parted and accepted him, due to the slippery nature of his cum and the cream, but it was good. She felt a different orgasm begin as he gently but firmly moved back and forth into her. 

Unlike her front her orgasms were centred on one place, a tickling itch that was a ring around his manhood, gently teased as he stroked himself in and out of her, she spread her legs more, letting him slide deeper in and once she felt his entirety inside her she gasped and groaned at the way it felt.

As he moved slowly at first but then increasing in speed so did the pleasure, it was like an itch that needed to be scratched and the relief that rubbing it gave and soon it spread to her clit her pussy and as she cried out in ecstasy he came once more, filling her with his incredible heat.

He gently slid out and she shuddered as a muscle unused to being stretched that much closed, she turned and kissed him once more.

“Uh, so no kissing huh,” and as she batted him, she took his lips with hers, pressing her forehead to his.

“That, that was amazing,” she said, not to stroke his ego, she thought that having four girlfriends was already enough for that but in actual respect for someone who took their own pleasure as well as a partner, not selfish. She kissed him one last time, “but, just this once and uh, we have to admit something?”

“We?” 

He noticed Gwen in the doorway, holding her phone, ”well Tony won’t believe without proof so, uh, we filmed it.”

Peter looked at Gwen who shrugged and then at Pepper, who looked at the covers pulling them over herself.

Peter sighed, “I think you missed my best side, we should uh, do that again to you know, make sure Tony really sees who is on camera,” and Pepper laughed under the covers and shook her head,

“You're bad, really bad.” but as Peter shrugged she looked down at his manhood, “well, you need to clean it then.” Peter grinned and his symbskin rippling, forming a package of discarded skin and cum, which he deposited in a sealed bin Gwen kept next to her bed.

As Gwen moved to get a much better view of Pepper, she held her camera up, filming clearly as Pepper leaned forwards, winked at the camera and took his now clean manhood in her mouth once more.