"Voyeuristic Tendencies 6"
By Darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
Tony leaned back in his chair, wiped a hand across his face and sighed heavily. It had been a long week of meetings and he was thoroughly just done with it all. He longed for the days when he could spend all day and night in his workshop, forgetting everything but the satisfaction of making an idea work. Alas, as the liaison between the Avengers and, well, everyone else, he had responsibilities. Ugh.
He hadn't actually seen the team in weeks. They'd been dealing with terrorists while he was stuck in Washington shaking hands with every slimy politician that wanted to talk about the Avengers. It wasn't unusual for them to be out of contact for a while, but he was starting to feel a bit lonely, he had to admit. The fact that it was Christmas and he was going to end up celebrating alone just made his "seasonal depression" even worse.
He almost ignored the buzz of his phone. Almost. Picking it up, he saw a text from Vision, of all people. And with that, a video file.
"Watch it alone."
"Huh." He glanced around his office. "FRIDAY, lock the door and shut the blinds, would you?"
"Sure thing, boss."
With a flick of his fingers, Tony had the video projected in front of him, the enlarged thumbnail not showing much, but the promise of what the video contained had anticipation coiling in his gut. His voice was a bit hoarse as he told FRIDAY to start the playback.
The camera was shaky and he couldn't make much out at first, until a voice that was unmistakably Vision's spoke up.
"Give it here," he said, and the camera focused in on Wanda's face, staring up at him, hair loose and wild, tits barely contained in the sexiest Mrs. Claus costume he'd ever seen. Even on her knees, he could tell how goddamn short it was, her slim thighs barely touched by the "skirt."
"Fuck," Tony muttered, his cock already growing hard in his pants at just the sight of her, with those big green eyes and kissable lips, lips he fucking dreamed of now.
Vision was very naked, and Tony had never really focused on what he looked like, not with Wanda the sex goddess in front of him being all distracting. But now he was getting a good look down Vision's body, and he had to admit the synthezoid was surprisingly built. He had the definition of a world-class body builder without all the mass. And the lines of vibranium that traveled over his body only added to the effect. She sure can pick 'em.
She seemed pleased, too, her hand wrapped around Vision's cock and eyes twinkling with mischief. Her smile was sinfully sexy. It did things to his minimal self-control that made him feel like a teenager with a hair-trigger all over again.
"Hi, Tony," she said, surprising him. "Vision and I know you're all alone this Christmas, so we thought we'd give you a little gift. Since we can't be there in the flesh." She licked Vision's cock from root to tip, slow and smooth, and Tony's stomach clenched. "Enjoy." She winked and turned her attention to Vision's cock, taking him deep into her throat in one swift movement. Tony moaned as he watched her head bob along the length of Vision's cock
And then she turned her gaze upwards as she sucked him, eyes seeming to meet Tony's as she looked into the camera. She kept her eyes on the camera, on him, as she gave Vision the sloppiest, sexiest, most amazing blowjob Tony had ever witnessed. She was wild, gagging herself, swirling her tongue, working him with the enthusiasm of a woman addicted. Tony wanted to be Vision in that moment, grab her hair and fuck her face. She'd let him, he just knew she would.
Vision was moaning, one hand on her head and the other holding the camera to capture every second of this for posterity. For him. Vision's hips started to move, and like the perfect goddess she was, Wanda just braced her hands on Vision's hips and let him take what he wanted. Tony watched in awe as it happened, and his fingers had his fly unzipped and cock in hand before his mind could even register he'd done it.
He shuddered as he imagined Wanda taking his cock down her throat, imagined her perfect, plump lips wrapped around him. Her lips were swollen by the time Vision was done, swollen and shiny and utterly fuckable. She wiped her face, and the camera angle changed as Vision held it out to the side to catch the sight of him bending down to kiss her.
Jesus fuck. Even their kiss was enough to drive him wild. He cupped his balls with one hand as he jerked himself to the sight.
"Stand up," Vision said as he broke the kiss. He extended a hand to help her, which seemed to be a good idea, as she was a bit unsteady on her feet. Tony saw why a minute later, when Vision took the opportunity to film her from head to toe. She was wearing the highest heels Tony had ever seen her in. They did amazing things to her already shapely legs, and Tony's cock throbbed hard.
She turned her back to the camera and Tony sucked in a breath as she bent over the chair that had been out of view until now. Her skirt rode up, revealing her taut, round little ass. Tony had never been more grateful for Vision's steady hands as he ran the camera.
"Spread your legs, darling. Let him see," Vision said, and she spread her legs wide. With her bent over like that, Tony could see everything. That perfect little pussy that he dreamed of was right in front of him, glistening with her arousal, and his hips arched up as she reached down to stroke her fingers over it teasingly, opening herself fully for his gaze. Vision made sure to get a close up shot of her juicy cunt before he praised her. "Good girl, Wanda. Tell me what you want now."
Tony could've told him. He knew. The same thing he wanted, so badly.
"Fuck me. Please," she said, ever so nicely.
"Your wish is my command, darling." Vision filmed himself stepping up behind her, his rock-hard cock coming closer and closer to its destination.
Tony, Vision, and Wanda all groaned together as Vision's cock finally slid home. He buried himself in her to the hilt, and when he finally started moving, started fucking her for real, Tony matched the pace of his hand to the rhythm Vision was setting. She was whimpering, little gasps and mewls that made him want to abandon control and pump his cock hard until he exploded, but Vision was holding back so he did his best to restrain himself.
The camera angle shifted to pan up her body, and Tony watched as her head fell forward, hair tangled and sticking to her sweaty back. Vision was quick to grab her hair and pull her head back up, making her shudder.
"Turn her around," he muttered as sweat beaded on his skin. "Turn her around. Oh fuck, god. Turn her around."
As if he could hear him, Vision pulled out and turned them around so he could sit on the chair. He kept filming as Wanda ran her hands over her still barely-clothed body, and Tony wondered where the hell they found a dress that small to stuff her into. He wanted to get more.
She slowly undid the belt and unzipped herself from the dress, letting it pool at her feet. Now she was naked except for sheer white stockings and those fucking heels that made her legs looks like sin. He'd sell his soul to have those legs wrapped around him. Fuck, he'd consider selling his company.
Wanda straddled Vision's lap, guiding his cock with one hand as she sank down onto him. The camera was too close now, but Tony didn't care. He could see her pussy, could see her rocking on Vision's cock, could see the hard little points of her nipples on those full, soft tits, could see the green of her eyes as she fucked herself on his length. His hand was going too fast, the smack of skin on skin filled the room, louder even than the sounds of lovemaking from the video, and he couldn't stop. Her mouth fell open as Vision tweaked her nipple, causing her to make that little sound that was more sigh than moan that had first drawn him to her, to them, and that was it. He was coming, shooting all over his hand and clothes, staring at her face as he imagined filling her with his come.
On screen, the lovers were nearing their end as well. He watched Wanda ride her lover harder and harder, listened to their labored breathing as he tried to catch his own breath, until she was suddenly coming, her movements erratic and wild. Vision fucked up into her, camera becoming shaky as he neared his own completion, and moaned her name as he came.
They stayed like that for a bit, recovering, Vision's cock still buried inside of her. Wanda finally looked into the camera and smiled.
"Merry Christmas, Tony." She smiled wickedly and winked at the camera again before the video ended. Tony looked down at himself, disgusted with the mess. He wiped his hand on his ruined shirt, Wanda's words replaying in his mind, and suddenly the holiday didn't seem so lonely anymore.
"Thanks, Maximoff."