Gwen walked down the street in a faded gray button up shirt and black shorts, wearing a backpack and carrying a camera. She had just rounded a corner when her camera was snatched out of her hands.

"You know." Peter said, using a web to pull the camera to him. "You should really use the neck strap." He stepped out of the shadows wearing his Spidey suit.

"Hey, that's mine!" Gwen exclaimed.

"Well, Miss…" He looked at the name on the camera. "Stacy. I don't appreciate having my picture taken."

Gwen crosses her arms. "Give it back."

"No." Peter said, walking closer. Gwen back up against the wall. "Bag please?" He asked, holding out his free hand.

Gwen sighed and handed it to him. "You better not break anything."

"Don't worry, I won't." Peter replied, putting the camera in the bag and setting the bag on the ground. "You've been trying to get pictures of me for five weeks. It ends now."

Gwen chuckled. "I'm doing my job. Deal with it."

"Here's the thing Miss Stacy." he fired two web projectiles, pinning her arms to the wall at the wrists. "I don't have to." He stepped closer, standing mere inches away from her.

"Is that so?" Gwen asked, her voice getting softer as she struggled to free her wrists.

Peter nodded. "If you really want your stuff back, you're going to have to convince me." He said, looking her up and down.

Gwen acted offended. "Are you checking me out?"

"Maybe." Peter replied. "Why, is that a problem Miss Stacy?"

Gwen bit her lip and shrugged. "Not really."

"Is that so?" Peter thought for a moment. "What if I were to do...this?" He yanked her shirt open, ripping off every button and exposing Gwen's bare breasts. "Do you have a problem with that?"

Gwen blushed. "Not a big one." She said quietly.

"Interesting." Peter reached up and cupped Gwen's breasts, squeezing then lightly. "What about this?"

Gwen bit her lip to hold back a moan. "Can I have my stuff back?"

"I'm not making a deal right now." Peter replied as he gently felt her up. "Do you have a problem with what I'm doing?"

Gwen shook her head, then leaned in and whispered "This is hot, but we're definitely switching rolls next time."

"Yes we are." Peter whispered. "Remember, the safe word is 'Stop'."

Gwen nodded. "No problem Mr. Spider-Man sir." She gasped as his fondling started getting a little rough.

"You know Miss Stacy," Peter said. "I-"

"Gwen." She interrupted.

Peter nodded. "You know Gwen, I'm starting to think you're enjoying this."

"Oh?" Gwen asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What makes you think that?"

"There's a wet spot on your shorts." Peter whispered, pressing down firmly on her nipples with his thumbs.

"Mmm…" Gwen moaned quietly. "It's not my fault getting groped by Spider-Man turns me on."

"You're right, it's not." Peter leaned in and whispered "Mask pulled up part way, or all the way on?"

"Pulled up." Gwen whispered. "Do you grope photographers in dark alleyways very often?" She asked in her normal voice.

"Not really. Only when they take my picture without permission and refuse to stop." Peter replied, reaching up and pulling his mask up to his nose before continuing to feel Gwen up.

"Ohhh..." Gwen cooed. "Are you gonna kiss me?"

"Not in the way you're thinking." Peter leaned in and started kissing the left side of her neck.

"Spider-Man…" Gwen moaned as Peter rubbed circles around her nipples. "I don't even know your name…"

"And you never will." Peter replied. Releasing her breasts, he pulled his Spider-suit down to his waist, revealing his shirtless torso. "You will only know my voice," he squeezed her tits harder than he had so far. "And my touch."

"Oh shit…" Gwen leaned her head back as Peter gave her a hickey. "What else are you going to do to me?"

"You're just going to have to find out." Peter whispered, pressing his crotch against Gwen's. "Unless you have a problem with that."

Gwen bit her lip when she felt Peter's bulge pressed against her crotch. "Can I please have my stuff back?" She asked.

"I already told you." Peter whispered. "I'm not making any deals." He reached down and unzipped her shorts. "I'm not blackmailing you." He pushed her shorts down, leaving her naked from the waist down. "You're choosing to let this happen." He started rubbing her clit. "You can end this whenever you want."

"Pe—Spider-Man!" Gwen gasped loudly.

"Here's what's going to happen." Peter said as he continued rubbing Gwen's crotch. "I'm going to free your wrists long enough to reposition them, then I'm going to stick them to the wall again." He slipped two fingers into her pussy. "If you want this to stop, that is your time to tell me. If you don't say anything by the time I finish moving your arms, you will no longer have a choice, and I will finish what I started whether you like it or not."

"I understand." Gwen whimpered and bit her lip.

Peter freed Gwen's left hand, moved it above her head, and stuck it there with web. He repeated the process with her right hand.

"Time's up." He whispered, pushing his suit the rest of the way down and revealing his now fully erect cock. "No more backing out."

Gwen bit her lip at the sight. "Is that so?"

Peter smiled and grabbed her thighs. "Indeed it is. Wrap your legs around me."

Gwen complied, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Just so we're clear, I get my stuff back after this."

Peter smiled mischievously. "I'm not making any deals here." He pushed into Gwen, who gasped loudly. He paused for less than a second before he started fucking her.

"Oh shit!" Gwen gasped, gripping his waist tightly with her legs.

"Tell me Miss Stacy." Peter moaned, squeezing her ass as he fucked her. "Is this the first time you've fucked someone who confronted you about taking their picture without permission, or is this just another day on the job for you?"

"I never do this." Gwen moaned loudly. "I shouldn't even be doing it now. This is so wrong, not to mention unprofessional."

"Is that so?" Peter asked, speeding up a little.

Gwen nodded. "Lucky for you that kind of wrong turns me on. Fuck me Spider-Man!"

Peter smiled and put more force into his thrusts while maintaining a steady pace.

"Fuck yeah!" Gwen moaned, throwing her head back.

"Are you on birth control Miss Stacy?" Peter asked, slapping the side of her ass.

"Yes!" Gwen yelped. "I'm on the pill. If you untie my hands I'll let you cum in me."

"Deal." Peter moaned, reaching up and freeing Gwen's wrists. She immediately wrapped them around his neck and whimpered "Harder Spidey…"

Peter bit her neck, leaving a purple bruise, then began fucking her hard. Gwen soon felt a familiar sensation.

"Fuck!" She gasped. "I'm close!"

"Good." Peter whispered. "Cum for me Miss Stacy."

"Cum in me Spider-Man!" Gwen cried out as she came.

"Gwen!" Peter moaned as he shot his load a few seconds later.

They stayed like that for a little under a minute, then Peter stepped back, pulled his mask down, and started getting dressed.

"You know." Gwen said as she pulled up get shorts. "You haven't kissed me yet."

"Okay." Peter said as he pulled up his Spider suit. "And?"

Gwen bit her lip. "You ruined my shirt and fucked me in an alleyway. The least you could do is kiss me."

Peter looked at her. "I'll kiss you. After I take you from behind."

Gwen blushed hard and looked down. "I'd really love that." She said softly.

Peter took a step closer. "What?"

Gwen looked at him. "I wouldn't object to that."

Three minutes later a naked-except-for-his-mask Peter pressed a completely naked Gwen up against a first floor window and drove his cock into her pussy. Gwen moaned and braced herself against the windowsill as he fucked her from behind.

"Now, Miss Stacy." Peter moaned. "Because you're being such a naughty girl, I'm going to treat you like one."

"Yes…" Gwen moaned. "Please do…"

Grinning, Peter tugged in her hair with one hand and spanked her with the other.

"Oh fuck!" Gwen yelped. "Give it to me Spider-Man!"

Six minutes later they moaned as they came together. They got dressed, and Peter cupped Gwen's face and kissed her before whispering "I'm keeping your camera" and swinging away.