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Mommy's baby girl

Clarke's lovers had talked with her about this a couple of times and Clarke pointed out that she wasn't offended in any way.

Clarke liked that she essentially was the "stress reliever," for her lovers at work. She knew her lovers didn't like it when she thought of herself in that way, but she did.

Clarke's primary sixteen lovers, who she had begun a relationship with, not long after she first started this job, tried to make sure she had as much of an advantage in the relationship as possible, even if they were her employers. The other eleven, who were sort of "second-in-commands," to the primary employers, also were Clarke's lovers. Clarke liked to make it more kinky by imagining them just passing her around to get themselves off. But she knew that they considered themselves her lovers and knew how delicately they wished to handle her.

Clarke had given birth to a child now from her lovers. And no, it didn't matter to any of them that the child in question, a girl of now three years named Mia, could only be the biological child of one of the men. The child was the child of all of them, as well as Clarke's child, no arguments.

And Clarke, given her apparent endless libido, was perfectly alright with having more lovers, if her primary lovers trusted these possible…well, "candidates."

Which was what led her to meeting Peggy Carter.

Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers went way back. They used to date, apparently. And now, Peggy was in Steve and the others' employ, but was rising in rank every day.

When Steve, Pepper and Natasha introduced Clarke to Peggy, and Peggy gave Clarke a far too knowing, seductive smirk, Clarke knew that Peggy had been clued into all this way before Peggy even had reached the office today.

And Clarke, just seeing how gorgeous Peggy was, knowing that Peggy would be an extremely dominant woman, and instantly imagining herself calling Peggy, "mommy," she agreed without so much as a scrap of hesitation.

And this was what led her to being in Peggy's office, with the blinds pulled down and shut, and the TV on, which showed several windows, which was the video chat feed, of the employers; a good portion of Clarke's lovers, watching what was before them in this office.

That being? Peggy, seated on her office chair, dressed in her suit, but with her pants open, a strap-on secured onto her, the strap, big and dark blue, and completely lubed up. The plastic, round container of lube sat next to Peggy on the table flanking her chair's left-hand side, the black, plastic cap was off of the container and on the table, as well.

Peggy stared at Clarke as Clarke had her back to the office's closed door.

"Come to mommy, now, baby girl," Peggy practically cooed, licking her lips lewdly.

Clarke whined and did as she was ordered, walking across the length of the office, across the soft, blue rug, reaching down to her pants and undoing them, pushing them and her underwear down till they were practically at her ankles and climbed up onto Peggy's lap, the tip of the strap just inches from entering the blond's cunt.

"Wait," Peggy ordered, and Clarke pouted, but listened.

Peggy added, staring into Clarke's eyes, "Are you sure you want me to pound you, baby girl?"

Clarke shivered, and glanced at the TV, seeing Frank, Natasha, Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Steve, Jessica, Hela, Thor, Sylvie, Loki, Sam, Elektra, Clint, Laura, Barney and Simone watching her, smiling, making it clear that it didn't matter what Clarke decided. They would be happy for her, either way.

Clarke swallowed and nodded back to them, smiling and turned to Peggy. She said, "Yes, mommy."

Peggy almost growled at hearing Clarke call her that. Her expression hardened as she added, "Do you have a safeword?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Clarke grumbled, "Lawsuit," and when she saw the startled but amused expression on Peggy's face, Clarke added, shrugging, "I mean, it's a joke between me and the others," she nodded to the TV as she said this.

Peggy snorted, "I bet. One more thing," at Clarke's curious look, Peggy reached to the drawer of her desk and opened it up.

Clarke's eyes widened, when she saw what was inside.

A set of handcuffs.

"Nice," Clarke said, smirking, bringing her wrists together in front of Peggy, "How do you want me?"

Peggy shrugged as she answered, "In general? Wet, screaming and panting for your mommy."

Clarke's eyes widened and she shivered when she heard chuckles from the TV, indicating that her lovers in no way were put off by this. In fact, it sounded like they were quite eager to watch her bounce up and down on Peggy's cock, while crying out "mommy."

Peggy then said, "Your arms, behind your back, baby girl. If not? Say your safeword and we stop."

Clarke swallowed and did as she was instructed. She put her arms behind her back and Peggy reached into the drawer's desk, pulled out the cuffs and reached around behind Clarke, snapping the manacles around Clarke's wrists.

Peggy watched Clarke's face as she did this.

She clearly didn't want to cause Clarke any pain whatsoever.

When the cuffs were securely on Clarke's wrists, Peggy asked, her voice low and seductive, "Are you ready, baby girl?"

Clarke nodded eagerly.

"Yes, mommy," Clarke said, a plea in her voice.

Peggy smirked as she reached to Clarke's hips and pulled Clarke down onto her cock, the lubricated strap going all the way up inside of Clarke's pussy, easily, Clarke moaning, eyes closing as she felt that slick length slide along her clit.

"Good girl," Peggy purred to her baby girl, and began lifting Clarke and bring the younger woman back down onto her cock.

These actions caused Clarke to moan louder, this time not just crying out, but moaning, "Mommy…oh-ah! Mommy….."

Peggy chuckled, pulling Clarke to her breasts as she lifted her thighs, causing Clarke to bounce up and down along her cock more.

Peggy looked to the TV screen as she made Clarke bounce up and down on her strap.

The hungry looks on all of Peggy and Clarke's employers' faces as they watched Clarke's expression of bliss, told Peggy all she needed to know.

That this was extremely enjoyable for them, even if they weren't the ones fucking Clarke at this moment.

And that they would be happy for Peggy to do this to Clarke again, because it made Clarke happy.

Peggy grinned as she thrust up harder into Clarke, making Clarke give a choked and broken cry, her eyes rolling up in her head.

Peggy most certainly could give Clarke's lovers a show, if that meant that Peggy could get to pound her baby girl again.

Peggy allowed Clarke to rest her head on her current dom's bosom, as Peggy rammed her strap up, purring, "So wet for your mommy…," as her left hand reached around and slapped Clarke's ass several times, causing the younger woman to cry out some more in pleasure. Clarke's lovers wanted a show?

Peggy would give them a show, alright.

And the best part was? Peggy got to fuck Clarke's brains out every time she gave that show.

Author's note

This story takes several years before "Some vibe fun at the party," and Clarke so far has only one child, Mia, who is implied to biologically be Clint's daughter in the previously mentioned story.