The Thought of It 5: Scott/Emma (Patreon)

“That’s it, that’s it, empty out my balls! You don’t want any left for Emma and Betts, do you?”

Jean instinctively nodded before realizing how ridiculous the motion was in the middle of what she was doing. She held still, letting Scott rut her face, only sucking on what he gave her.

Scott’s groans filled the room—he didn’t think Jean’s mouth had been empty for a second, for an instant, since he went off.

Jean swallowed, his pumping cock forcing more thick ropey cum into her throat. All she could do was lash his member with her tongue, making his groans louder, his stabs down her throat even more demanding.

Scott held onto Jean’s head, fingers lost in her thick hair. He lunged down her throat again and again, spearing into her gullet, his cum flooding her mouth and drooling from her splayed lips.

“Unnnn, Jean! Swallow! Show me how much you want it!”

Scott fucked all the way into the sheath he’d made of her abused throat, hot cum spurting directly into her stomach, gagging Jean as his swelling manhood pressed against the confines of her gullet and cut off all air. She could only let herself be used as a cum dumpster, accepting his seed, her face locked against his groin.

She grabbed his thighs, her nails digging into the chiseled muscles, and looked up into his unforgiving ruby quartz eyes. Her own rolled back into her skull. There was no air to be had. It was secondary to all the cum she needed to swallow.

“UNNHHH! TAKE IT ALL! SHIT!” Scott cursed, holding Jean down, watching as her face trembled and turned blue, the last of his cum washing up past his shrinking cock and coating Jean’s tongue.

He sensed her mind withdrawing from all contact, going under in a warm haze of beleaguered sensation, and he let go of Jean. She collapsed onto her back, breathing heavily to make up for lost time, the dregs of his cum spilling from her gasping mouth. Her eyes stayed shut. An Omega-class mutant and she had lost consciousness rather than give up a drop of his seed.

“Now that’s quite impressive, I’ll give her that,” Emma muttered. “Of course, if she’d actually known what she was doing, she’d probably have managed to make you come before you rendered her unconscious.”

Scott let out a lewd chuckle. “At least she managed to leave my cock well-lubricated. Emma, bend over the bed. Let’s give Betts a real show.”

“Are you trying to imply you want anal sex?” Emma said, feeling a tinge of panic enter her well-ordered thoughts.

“I always want anal sex. It’s just a question of which of you is going to give it to me. How about it, Emma? Are you going to spread your cheeks or are you going to watch Betsy do what you can’t?”

“Don’t be absurd. It’s not that I’m adverse to anal sex, it’s simply that you’re too well-endowed. Your prick is much too big for my tiny ass. It’s a compliment, you see. I would never insult you by suggesting that fat cock is suitable for a little opening like mine.”

“Perhaps you should’ve trained in ninjitsu, the art of mind over matter,” Betsy suggested, ‘helpfully.’ “Scott, you’re welcome to use my ass, as you are all my holes.”

“Oh, of all the—” Emma laid down on her belly across the bed, her ass pushed up into the air by its sheer voluptuousness. “Very well, Scott, we’ll attempt it. But I’m far too tight, you won’t enjoy it at all…”

“I think I’ll manage,” Scott growled as he roughly ripped away her tartan skirt, leaving her bare from the waist down, save for a pair of thong panties that disappeared between her ample cheeks.

“Imagine how your cock will disappear,” Betsy said in answer to his thoughts. “I don’t think it’s going to be so easy to hide as that dental floss…”

“And it’ll hurt so much!” Emma persisted whinily. “Wouldn’t you rather fuck it in my cunt, between my tits, down my throat? You know how much I love your cock, Scott darling. Why put it where I won’t appreciate it? Let me be grateful for your loving, like I always am…”

He hooked a finger into her thong and hauled it out from between Emma’s buttocks, then yanked it up into the air so that Emma’s hips were pulled up by the taut waistband and gusset. With Emma’s lower body hovering in the air like a pinata, Scott swung his free hand, smacking right into her lily-white ass and leaving his red handprint on a mound of trembling flesh.

“If you can’t keep quiet now, you’re going to have the whole team down on our heads when you’re actually getting buggered. You know you really want it. You couldn’t get enough of feeling my big cock in Betsy’s ass when we were having our threesome; you were moaning louder than her! You just fancy yourself too much of a dom to admit it. You like the idea of thinking that you’re in charge because you get to deny me something. But it’s my job to remind you of how much your sexy little ass likes getting fucked.”

“Mind if I help out, Scott?” Betsy asked, stepping over Jean’s fallen form to embrace Scott from behind. “Her mind’s swirling so much now, I can cancel out her telepathy. Make it so she only knows her own thoughts while you sodomize her. She won’t be able to read your mind and know what you’re going to do to her. She’ll just have to feel it.”

“Braddock, you bitch!” Emma snapped.

“I wish,” Betsy smiled, kissing Scott’s broad shoulder. “It’s your turn to be the bitch. Try and enjoy it. I think it’ll be for the last time—unless you learn to like having that ass gaping open, like I do.”

The White Queen took a deep breath and told herself she would be calm. She had resolved to keep Scott, no matter what it took, and it was clear to her that for that to happen, she would have to be his anal fuck from now on. She was convinced that there was absolutely nothing she could do to change his mind.

All that remained now was to relax her anus as much as possible so that it wouldn’t hurt as much—and so that Scott would enjoy fucking her ass as much as he did Betsy’s or Jean’s. Or more, of course. Giving up her ass to Scott for the first time would be far more impressive than Jean’s fainting spell or Betsy’s obscene willingness to play-act a geisha for her white master.

Scott smacked Emma’s nakedly quivering buttock again, enjoying the jiggle that ran through her body, putting all her curves into glorious symphony. But he was tired of having that thong mar the unvarnished perfection of Emma’s ass. He tore it away and worked his fingers into the humid cleft between her cheeks, pulling the firm mounds of flesh apart.

“There’s lube in the—” Emma began, then jumped as she felt Scott spit on her tiny asshole, following it with his thumb rolling against the puckered hole, roughly grinding lubrication into it.

Her mouth went dry. Her heart thudded. It wasn’t like Emma had never been ass-fucked before. But never by someone as well-hung as Scott—never by someone as willing to be rough with her. She knew his cock would hurt her and worse, he would dominate her. He would go on in mastery over her until he achieved climax and all Emma’s pain and embarrassment would just be grist for his delight.

“You’re really going to do it to me, aren’t you? No matter how much it hurts?” Emma asked, her voice quailing fearfully. “You’re really going to use my ass with that big cock of yours?”

“Damn right, that sexy little ass is getting used. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while. And you’ve been wanting it too. Let’s face it, you could have any guy you want and you go for the man who gives you orders. You like it. Before I’m through fucking your tight asshole, you’ll going to be begging me not to come so soon. That’s why I finished in Jean first. It’s going to be a good long time before I come again.”

He pressed his thumb in, deeper and deeper, until Emma’s tight anus had been forced to take an entire girthy knuckle.

“OH GOD!” Emma gasped in pain and fear. If his thumb was such an imposing presence inside her ass, how much more of an effect would his cock have?

Scott’s thumb pushed and gouged inside of Emma’s softly quivering passage. It pulled out, only for Scott to spit on her anus again, forcing his saliva in on the heels of his digging thumb.

The sensation of being sodomized tore at Emma—her body seemed entirely filled with feelings of pushing and writhing and stroking. She gasped over and over again as the sharp pain continued, weirdly barreling into the pleasurable nerves of her pussy, which seemed incapable of anything but enjoyment…

“You’re going to ruin my little asshole!” Emma sobbed, tears clouding her lovely eyes.

But Scott only grinned. He wiggled his thumb at another angle inside her sphincter, spitting on it again, kneading once more into the firm muscles that guarded her anal tract. His cock was rapidly hardening, swelling, regaining all of the vigor it had lost spending itself in Jean.

“You’ll kill me with that fucking thumb of yours!” Emma cried desperately.

She was unable to stop herself from lifting her body up from the bed, trying to shake loose the tormenting thumb that penetrated her. It didn’t work, though. The more she writhed, the more her asshole seemed to open up to Scott’s ravaging thumb—the deeper she felt it in her ass.

“Try not to enjoy yourself too much,” Scott rasped. “You haven’t even taken my cock yet.”

He clawed his fingers into Emma’s trembling buttocks and opened them wider—none of their plush contours would stand in the way of his thumb and the depths of Emma’s bowels.

And he’s going to do that with his prick next, Emma thought—and felt a tremor go through her cunt that met with nothing but luscious wetness.