Savage Land Sex Work 7 (Patreon)

“Are you going to tell me what a good girl I am for doing as I’m told?” she asked.

“Yes, I am.” Scott jolted in and out of her, sawing his cock back and forth in her sucking tightness. And he leaned over her back, rutting into her like a wild dog. “But you’re a bitch too. A good little bitch here to get fucked.”

“I know I am. You’re a big, bad bitch-fucker and you don’t even care. You shouldn’t be doing this—bitch-fucking me like I’m just some whore!” Laura huffed. “You know it. But I just keep getting fucked!”

“You want me to,” Scott answered. “You want my cock and you want my cum and you want to be my bitch… don’t you?”

“I don’t know… your big prick is going into me… can’t think of anything else… you’re on top of me… you’re ramming right up against my ass!”

“You’re a good girl, Laura. A good, good girl…”

Laura loved being praised by Scott. She’d never cared for compliments before. But then, she’d never had an alpha before. “Is it because I’m pretty? Do you like fucking me so much because I’m pretty?”

“Yeah. And you’re just good. You fuck so good. You take a cock just like a bitch should.”

“And you’re such a bitch-fucker, Scott. You know just what to do with me!”

“That’s right,” Scott said, pondering just how unexpectedly alike Emma and Laura were in their desires. “I do.”

Both were queen bees, strong and uncompromising—which only seemed to increase the urge to give in and let themselves be pleasured, satisfaction taken from them with all the force of an assault.

Emma was experienced and self-aware, knowing all the enjoyment she’d get out of not just submitting to Scott, but provoking the dominance she wanted from him. It was no secret she was trying to stir up his jealousy with her program of strutting about naked, offering herself to other X-Men. Perhaps when this was all over, Scott would allow himself to feel the appropriate desire to retake his woman.

Laura was almost virginal in her unpreparedness. She halfway didn’t seem to know what was happening to her or why she was taking such joy in it. But she was also far more in touch with her native urges than Emma was. She surrendered to them quickly, readily, not questioning them so long as her sexual bliss kept coming.

Yet Laura was far more than an amateur White Queen. She had some tricks up her sleeve that Scott wasn’t expecting.

“I want two thousand dollars to let you keep fucking me,” Laura said sternly.

Scott was so surprised, he stopped thrusting into her despite the wealth of luscious sensations. Then he realized this was more of Laura’s fetish. She actually enjoyed further immersing herself in the role of a whore.

“You’ll get your two thousand,” Scott grunted. “But I want you to bark for me.”

His cock was so hard that Laura was reminded of the adamantium claws nestled inside her flesh. Its fullness sloshed in and out of her cunt. She rolled her ass back to the rut of Scott’s hot demands.

“You want me to bark?” Laura asked. “You’re fucking me like a dog and you want me to bark like one too?”

He fucked into her and over her, his arms extended flat to the floor. He was on top of Laura like a dog. His prick had never been harder.

“I’d ask you to moan like a whore, but you’re already doing that. I want some more value for my dollar. Bark, dammit!”

Laura liked the slush in and out of her. She liked the way she was absolutely full, actually stretching, when Scott was all the way in. She loved the heated slide back out. She worked hard, switching and thrusting her ass back to his body and the pleasures it offered.

“No! I shouldn’t! I’m not an animal, I’m not!”

“Do it!” Scott commanded, making it clear it was an order—letting Laura follow his order.

“Okay! Okay! Shit! Fuck!” Laura barked, loving the new role she had taken on as Scott’s bitch.

“Good dog.”

Laura barked some more. Scott’s dick was like a machine’s piston, ramming with precision to the depths of her little cunt. And every time it filled her, she barked louder.

Laura didn’t want to be Scott’s whore any longer. Now she loved being his dog.

But even through her ecstasy, she heard the leaves rustle. She stopped barking, turning her head to see Emma emerge from the surrounding brush.

She raised an eyebrow at the sight of Laura in the middle of drool-inducing sex with her man.

“Miss… Miss Frost!” Laura gasped.

“Hi,” Scott said to her. “If she’s going to be upset, she’ll be upset anyway. Keep barking.”

And he slammed himself back into the depths of Laura’s pussy.

“I am upset,” Emma said, “but not over the fact that you and that particular DNA are finally working out some of the tension.”

Behind his sunglasses, Scott rolled his eyes. Just because Emma actually had fucked half the people the gossip rags had linked her to didn’t mean she had to assume everyone was secretly at each other’s genitals. But she probably teased him just to get a rise out of him.

Emma jerked her chin at Laura. “Your little rescue is holding in her orgasm. She doesn’t want the fuck to be over. She’s trying to drag it out as long as possible.” She smiled at Laura’s denying eyes. “And it is long, isn’t it?”

Scott palmed the back of Laura’s small head, palming her skull, then jamming her down until her face was in the dirt. All while he kept pumping away at her upthrust ass. “That true, Laura? Are you wasting my time?”

Emma planted her boot on top of Laura’s cheek, settling her weight on her to reach up with the added height and pick a banana from a branch above. It was a big one, ten inches long and an inch thick. Emma tapped it against her own cheek.

“I think I’ll use this. You use her. Let’s see if we can teach her a lesson about being a greedy little pig.”

“You hear that, Laura?” Scott pulled Laura up by a fistful of her hair, bringing her to her knees before him. “We’re going to show you what being used really feels like.”

He wasn’t just doing it for Emma’s sake, much as she might get off on her little revenge trip. If Laura was able to hold back, it meant he wasn’t getting through to her. A little more debasement might be just the thing his whorish doggy needed.

“Here’s what I’ve been holding back,” he told her, shoving his throbbing erection into her mouth while Emma seized Laura’s head and thrust her down onto its length. Working together, they made Laura throat all of the endowment she’d been enjoying so much in her pussy.

Laura felt it quake in her mouth as she was forced down on it… fill her throat and make the passage gurgle with its continued throbbing. Emma pushed Laura’s face tight against Scott’s crotch. Laura didn’t let it gag her—happily accepted the hot load of semen that spurted into her mouth. She drank it down and felt its heat down in the pit of her stomach…

“Cum dumpster.” Emma pulled her off Scott’s manhood and threw her to the ground.

Laura lay there, nearly unconscious from how little oxygen she’d gotten with Scott’s cock stuffing her throat.

“There’s more where that came from,” Scott said, his voice sounding far away.

Laura didn’t know how long she lay in a heap on the ground, breathing in Scott’s cum, before she felt herself being fucked once more. She heard wild laughter—was shocked to realize it was her that was laughing.

Scott bit down hard on her breasts, bit her neck. He rolled her over onto her stomach and she felt her asshole being penetrated by the cock she’d lubricated with her wetness. She lay submissive, her breasts crushed into the ground while Scott sodomized her. Then he raised her hips and pumped into her hard, his thighs slapping against her toned buttocks, making them jerk with his entry.

Scott leaned forward until his chest rested on her back, rolling his hips slow as his fingers toyed with her pussy, with her clit. “I’ll wear you out,” he told her softly.

“Can’t,” Laura moaned, her tongue thick. “Can’t!”

***

Sweet-smelling froth flew from Emma’s sex as she fucked herself. “Oh!” she cooed. “Oh yes!”

It felt good to have her cunt full, feeling her walls stretch, the relentless driving friction that ran from her swollen clit to the depths of her pussy.

“Yes! Yes!” She felt the humid air itself rub against her engorged, sensitive nipples—the rich scent of her cunt filled the air.

She thought it would be even better if it were Scott’s cock fucking rapidly in and out of her, making all those sloshing, sucking noises between her legs. But it was nice, too, to have Laura getting rammed right in front of her, eyes unable to look away from Emma’s masturbation as, behind her, Scott took her like a bitch in heat.

“This is Scott’s favorite pussy,” she told Laura, her slender hand caressing her own plentiful cleavage. “The cunt he’s thinking about while he’s fucking you. Mmmm… he’s watching me. You’re just a little cock-holster to him. I’m who he wishes he were fucking. We do that sometimes; phone sex. Of course, I have a dildo or two I can fuck. Now Scott can have you. You can go with him to Washington or wherever X-Men business takes him and while I tell him what a good boy he is and we whisper sweet nothings in each other’s ears, he can use that hard cock on you! Would you like that, Laura? We’d save a fortune on lotion using your wet cunt instead…”

Emma felt the hard marbles of her nipples burning into her own touch. It was much better when they were sharing Laura. Using and abusing her together. Her tongue stuck out from the side of her plump lips as she stroked a hardened nipple, pinching it away from her full breast, drawing out the pain until her enjoyment of it was nearly overwhelming.