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Scott put his hands on Emma’s hips and stuck his cock inside of her, driving in hard and stuffing her full right from the beginning. That shut her up right in the middle of her complaint, just as he’d known it would. She liked a good hard fuck even more than she liked it when he made love to her.

Emma resented—was amazed by—how he had just impaled her with his cock, not ever bothering to warm her up. Not that she needed to be warmed up, the scenario, Betsy being there, it was all so… intriguing. But still, the fact remained, he was using her as nothing more than a warm hole, treating her like the slut everyone saw her as. And in front of Betsy too, as if to tell her that Emma was his property… that Betsy could be his property too.

No, she didn’t need to be warmed up at all.

As much as the situation had worked on Emma, thrilled her, excited her, it had done the same to Betsy, perhaps even moreso. Emma was used, on some level, to being fucked by Scott. To Betsy, though, this was all exciting and new—a fantasy come to life. She could not be patient any longer. She needed to be included, as Scott had promised her. She needed her induction into being his woman to be completed.

Tired of waiting, she took hold of Emma’s golden hair and forced the woman’s head between her long legs, uncaring of how dazed Emma was from taking Scott’s cock. “Be my bitch,” she told her. “Just like Scott said you were.”

Ordinarily, Emma would’ve had a witty retort for that demand, if she even began to tolerate Betsy’s hands on her person. But at the moment, Scott was keeping her far too busy taking his prick for Emma to find the time to tell Betsy off.

His cock pounded in and out of her. There was no gentleness, no foreplay, no slow build-up from the first notes of pleasure to Emma being fully engulfed in animalistic ecstasy. Scott simply fucked her, hard, fast, as he knew Emma could both take and enjoy—though usually not mere seconds after Emma had been penetrated for the first time.

Emma did not even seem to notice Betsy’s demand, in fact, because she was so busy reacting to Scott’s fucking of her. Her normal poker face was a thing of the past. The ecstasy she was feeling was written on every flushed inch of her face, every drop of sweat covering her naked body. Tears drifted out of her eyes, smearing her icy mascara, while her blue-lacquered lips trembled between a shaky smile of her bliss in being taken, then gaping open, circling into a round O as she panted and moaned and cried out with all she was feeling. If she registered what Betsy said on any level, it was to wonder how anyone could possibly ask her to be their bitch—wasn’t it perfectly obvious she was Scott’s?

“Hnnnhh! UHH! Scott! Scott—you’re so deep, so deep inside, making me take so much! Ghh!” She shook her head, body trembling, ripples going through her creamy flesh. Her taut muscle quivered and her bountiful curves jiggled, throwing off her copious sweat to drizzle on both Scott and Emma. “Don’t stop, no, don’t, want more! FUCK MEEEE!”

She sounded as if she were assuring both Scott and herself, but Scott didn’t need her reassurance or her permission. He knew what she needed. His cock pistoned into her with ease despite his size and Emma’s small, tight cunt. It certainly helped that she was nice and slick. Emma could spend as much time as she wanted pretending not to enjoy being submissive, but her body told the truth.

While she did enjoy it when he worshipped her body and treated her with the reverence she deserved, so too did Emma like it when he took charge and fucked her. And she was far less used to the latter. It electrified her with the allure of the taboo. She’d brought this out of Scott on purpose, and she had to have known how he was going to react when she reverted back to taunting him again tonight. Now she was getting what her body wanted, even if she tried to pretend or even fool herself into believing that she didn’t secretly crave it.

Betsy crowned her hands on the back of Emma’s head, holding her down as she pumped her cunt up in Emma’s face. Rolling her sex against Emma’s lovingly sculpted features, getting herself off by masturbating herself on the visage that had held so many smug looks over the years, the lips that had enjoyed so many of Scott’s kisses. It pleased Betsy to dominate Emma that way, use her almost as Scott was doing, as a cum dumpster.

But it did not please her enough. Betsy had joined in this kinky affair to be on the receiving end of Scott’s superlative fucking, to take the cock Emma had shown off to her so proudly. Now Emma was enjoying that prick with Betsy as nothing more than spectator. The Englishwoman was not happy about that. If she had to make do without Scott’s cock, she must be compensated in other ways, and so far, simply wiping her wet pussy on Emma’s face was not good enough. Even if it was somewhat enthralling that the reason Emma wasn’t being her usual slutty self was because she was too overwhelmed by being Scott’s cockholster.

“I thought you were the White Queen. The first lady of the Hellfire Club, the reigning empress of sin and depravity. But you don’t even know how to eat pussy.” Betsy locked eyes with Scott, as best she could with ruby quartz in the way. “I guess your woman isn’t as debauched as she claims to be. Perhaps I could outdo her, even…”

Scott offered her a reassuring smile, then laid a hard slap down on Emma’s plump, pillowy ass. She groaned in pain, but it became a pleasured sigh, as if he’d broken her out of her fugue state and let the sensations he was giving her flood into her reawakened consciousness.

“You can enjoy yourself all you like, Emma, but even if it is just the three of us, you’d better remember you’re part of a team. And the team leader will discipline you if you don’t do your part.”

He slapped her other cheek, backing up his warning. The smack of his hand couldn’t compare to the sound or the force of his hips colliding with her ass cheeks every time he thrust forward and bottomed out inside of her though.

“She’s our guest. And not only that, you’re the one who invited her here. You’d better be a good host and make sure she’s taken care of. Otherwise I might have to stop using my hand and start using my belt.”

He was pretty sure that he could hear Emma groan even with her face buried in Betsy’s snatch and her head trapped between the other woman’s strong thighs.

“Okay, I guess you don’t need to try any harder if you don’t want to,” Betsy said, voice pip full of British laconicism as she looked between her legs at Emma and bit her lower lip shamelessly.

So Emma wasn’t the only one with strong thoughts about the possibility of him taking a leather belt and giving his girlfriend a harsh spanking. Interesting. Scott thought that was definitely something to keep in the back of his mind for later. But for now his primary focus was on slamming into Emma from behind, fucking her like the submissive bitch that she was, or had been made into—possibly even by herself.

“Be a good girl. Make Betsy come,” Scott gritted out, teeth clenched. As domineering as he was, as in control, Emma’s wet pussy and the rush of topping her was having an effect on him.

It excited Scott. It excited Betsy. And Betsy’s excitement spurred Scott on even more, made him want to truly make Emma his bitch. Not just for the two of them, their own private game, but with Betsy as well. He liked the thought of walking around in public, seeing Betsy, and knowing that someone else knew the truth. It wasn’t just a dirty little secret—it was who Emma was.

His cockholster.

“I’ll reward you for being a good girl,” Scott promised. “Make Betts come on that wicked little tongue and I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll let you taste my cum… wear my cum… or would you rather Betty gets it?”

Maybe his little queen didn’t want a paddling, or didn’t want them to think she wanted one at least, or maybe she wasn’t so averse to servicing another woman after all. Whatever the case, Emma stepped up her efforts and fully threw herself into the task of pleasing Betsy Braddock with her mouth. Scott was curious to see how she did. He knew firsthand that she was quite the talented cocksucker. This was his first opportunity to see her go down on another woman though, and Scott had to admit he was as interested as any other man in lesbian sex, even in competition with fucking both women himself.

“Ah, you’re going to try harder then?” Betsy said. She closed her eyes, relaxed and played with Emma’s long blonde hair, running it through her hands. “I guess that’s fine. Just make it good; good enough that it makes up for missing out on seeing that fat ass get whipped!” She opened her eyes to show that her pupils had rolled back in her head, her eyelids twitching as Emma’s experience took over. As hard as Scott was fucking her, she’d long ago learned how to treat a pussy, and as empty as her head was at the moment, she couldn’t forget all the hot, sultry memories of her sister Club members. “Yes! That’s it! Much better. Give me more of that tongue, yeah, right there! Mmmm! MMMHM! Such a good bitch!”

So no matter how adverse she was to submission, at least Emma’s technique wasn’t lacking. That was good, especially since she was now putting some effort into it. Apparently there wouldn’t be any need for Scott to pick out which of his belts would make the best lash.

That didn’t mean Emma was getting off scot-free though, and it sure as hell didn’t mean he was going to back off or take it easy on her. She’d teased him and brought him to this point. He’d been perfectly fine with going slow and treating both his girlfriend and his ‘work wife’ like the goddesses they were, but then Emma’d gone and brought out the dominant side of his personality. She knew what she was doing when she started taunting him about submitting to them, and now she was getting the fucking she deserved.

He knew he would be able to hear her moan if her head wasn’t trapped between Betsy’s legs, but that was a small price to pay in exchange for watching her go down on that beauty—possibly the only thing that could improve on the sight of Betsy naked was seeing her roiling in the pleasure his submissive girlfriend gave her.

Scott couldn’t actually see Emma’s work of course, not while he fucked her from behind, but he could see Betsy’s face easily enough. She looked increasingly pleased as their tryst continued and Emma got more comfortable being his cocksleeve and Betsy’s pearl diver. So pleased that her own poker face shattered, Betsy’s pillowy lips parting to let out a howl of pleasure, then a rampage of panted words.

“Ooh, that’s nice, Emma! Just like that! I knew you’d be good at eating pussy! There’s no way this is your first time on your knees, you submissive little slag!”

It looked like Emma tried to shake her head in denial, but with Betsy’s legs clinging to her neck she didn’t really have the freedom to do so. The wiggling of her face against Betsy’s pussy did seem to add a little more pleasure into the mix though, since the Asian moaned louder and rocked her hips against Emma’s face.

“You always look so bloody haughty, but now I get to see you as the big-titted porn star you really are! Do it, Frost, eat my cunt! Make me come, just like Scott told you to do, you little bitch! I want you to get his cum! I’d much rather hear that snide voice of yours gurgle answers with a mouthful of cum as Scott orders you about than get it myself! I’m going to get off on watching him treat you like his whore!”

Scott and Betsy met each other’s eyes and shared a smile, both of them enjoying making the White Queen their bitch. While Betsy relaxed and allowed the pleasure to come to her courtesy of Emma’s mouth, Scott was a machine in overdrive. And not just in the thrusting of his hips as he sawed his cock back and forth inside of his girlfriend’s tight pussy.

He smacked her ass with his hand, reminding her that that the pleasure she felt wasn’t just from the sex, it was from being his bitch. And even if he wasn’t using a belt, he was still treating her pale skin like a personal challenge, raining down slaps that turned her buttocks flaming red. Emma would definitely not be wearing a thong the next morning—or if she was, it would be for the same reason she didn’t sit down.

Scott remembered a few times Emma had teased him by going out in public wearing nothing under her floor-length cape but a crop top and assless chaps, every sensual wiggle of her hips daring him to toy with the exposed flesh she’d revealed only to him. He wondered, if Emma were not so cock-drunk at the moment, whether she’d consider this payback for that incident—or a long overdue return on her investment.

When the spanking stopped it wasn’t out of any sort of compassion, mercy, or leniency on his part. He stopped smacking Emma’s ass only so he could put both hands on her hips again and focus on putting as much force as he could into every thrust of his hips. He wanted to put Emma to the test. He wanted to see if she would be able to keep pleasing Betsy with her mouth even while he was fucking her as hard as he could.

And there was no doubt he was taking care of things on his end, driving his cock deep into her and making sure she felt it. It wasn’t as easy to tell since he couldn’t hear her and he couldn’t see her face, but if he was as good at reading her body language as he thought he was, he was pretty sure she was cumming on his cock as she arched her back and shook her hips against him.

He watched Betsy closely, knowing that he’d be able to watch her and tell whether or not Emma was able to keep up on her end even with everything he was making her feel. And the White Queen once again proved her commitment to her own superiority. She not only kept up, but she flourished under the pressure. Before his very eyes he watched Betsy Braddock, his longtime friend and lust, driven to a screaming climax.

It was something he’d imagined seeing many times over the years, but usually in his fantasies she threw her head back and screamed because he was making love to her, not because she had his beautiful blonde girlfriend licking her pussy. He wasn’t about to complain about the unexpected twist though. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen, and besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to have his chance to make her cum on his cock before the night was over.

“I’m cumming!” Betsy shouted. “Cumming, cumming, cumming!”

Her strong legs got even tighter around Emma’s neck, locking on like a vise and making sure she could do nothing but further satisfy her. As for Scott, this chance to see his friend in an entirely different light, and achieving it while humping her hips up against his girlfriend’s face no less, was driving him even closer to his own end.

He briefly thought about stopping in order to conserve his strength for Betsy’s sake, but he quickly discarded that idea. Emma was being a good little cocksleeve; she’d earned his seed. He’d get hard again soon enough anyway; how could he not, when he had the prospect of fucking Betsy Braddock for the first time as motivation?

He snapped his hips against Emma, making the bed creak beneath him and giving her his absolute best even as she was on the receiving end of Betsy’s orgasm at the other end of the bed. His friend had only just settled back down and loosened the tight squeeze of her legs around the blonde’s head when Scott came inside of his girlfriend with a loud grunt.

Betsy’s eyes snapped to his pleased grimace at the rarely heard sound, and she watched in wide-eyed fascination as he shot his load deep inside of Emma. Apparently she was just as interested in watching his orgasm as he’d been in watching hers. He thought he saw a fresh sheen of sweat graze Betsy’s features as his climax went on and on, giving Emma all the satisfaction she’d earned.

Betsy pulled away and scooted up to sit right next to him and watch the finish. That freed Emma’s mouth, and he could now hear her moan helplessly as he filled her up with his semen. That already rewarding experience was made even more rewarding with Betsy sitting at his side and running her hand up and down Emma’s back. Dominating his White Queen was great fun, but doing so with an audience made it even better. That the audience was a highly aroused Betsy was the icing on the cake.