Savage Land Sex Work 8

She could take a lot of pain. Pleasure, on the other hand… there was only so much of that she could stand before her eyes rolled up in her head and she was as vacant as Laura was fast becoming. But Emma could be fucked braindead anytime. There was only so often she could lord her superiority over X-23... with Scott’s blessing.

The scented cream of Emma’s orgasm glinted along the length of the banana in her left hand. It stretched her incredibly as she took more and more of its length, trying to match what Laura was going through.

Laura laughed hysterically, feeling Scott slide three fingers deep into her flooding sex while his prick fucked slow and deep into her ass. She squealed. He kept fingering her, kept ass-fucking her.

Laura could barely stand it. But she came: moaning, whimpering, sobbing, all at the same time while his fingers forced more pleasure into her cunt, stroking and stimulating her, compounding the sensation as he stretched her ass.

Laura couldn’t stand another one. But it happened. She came, making a sound like a strangled sob. Then she keened, almost happily, feeling his hot load spurt into her bowels.

Now he’ll stop, she thought, drooling dazedly. Only his cock wasn’t getting any softer. It thrust into her again while in front of her she watched a ripe banana sink into Emma’s gushing pussy.

Two-thirds of it buried in Emma’s slot. The last three inches stuck out of her like a shiny green prick Emma was prepared to use on Laura’s mouth, making her airtight like so many had offered to do while she was a whore.

“Do you want to taste me, Laura?” Emma trilled at her, seeming to grow smugger and smugger the more pleasure she reaped from her masturbation. “Is that why you keep staring at my pussy? Would that make up for how you tried to get extra fucking out of my cock? It is mine, you know. I just love seeing it fuck little bitches like you so much that I let Scott have you all to himself. But what I really love is when you figure out that it’s not just a fun quickie you’re getting out of it. Oh no. He’s making you his whore. I know some people thought they did that to you, but they never really broke you in. Now you’re getting tamed. And all while I watch. Can you believe it? You’re not just his personal slut, you’re putting on a show for Emma Frost herself. And trust me, I’m enjoying it.”

The reclining Emma wiggled her hips. Delicious tremors flooded from her sex. Its inner muscles undulated around the slick firmness of her makeshift dildo. She tightened the muscles of her slender stomach. The protruding banana wagged with the convulsions of her orgasmic pussy. A trickle of her creamy juices spilled out from under it. Emma tittered as she watched Laura’s eyes follow the glistening droplets flowing down Emma’s creamy ass to the dirt floor.

Emma could tell that the sight and smell of her excited sex turned Laura on almost as much as it did Emma. With a moan, she grabbed onto the banana again. Arm around her thigh and her legs sticking straight up like a cheerleader’s, Emma gave the fruit a fuck that any man would kill to receive.

That Laura was receiving. Scott was using her every bit as much as Emma was the banana. Fucking her far past the point of the masterful control Emma displayed. No wonder Emma had such a thing for the man. Imagine being as dominant as the White Queen and still being overwhelmed. But then, Laura didn’t have to imagine. The reality was so deep in her ass that she thought it might come out her mouth.

Laura’s eyes rolled up in her head. It was all too much for her.

Nothingness. Then she was being lifted up. Scott was holding her up off the ground. Her arms dangled. She felt something warm splash against her chest. Laura opened her eyes.

Emma was coming on her. The warm liquid covered her breasts, trickled down her belly, and ran into her pubic thatch. Laura watched Emma, agog, as she kept masturbating, coming again, directing her ejaculation into Laura’s face now. Emma whooped with laughter and Laura found herself giggling too. The jungle whirled around and around her and she couldn’t stop laughing.

From somewhere far off, Scott’s voice cut its way into her hearing like a knife. “I think she liked that, Emma. Yeah, look at her face. She’s enjoying herself.”

“That’s nice,” Emma remarked. “But hardly necessary. Are you done with her?”

“I’m not. Are you?”

“As long as you’ve got your cock in her, how can I not be interested?”

The banana was long, hard, cool. Emma couldn’t take it all in without a measure of pain. But the more she felt the slick friction of its continuing rhythm in and out of her, the more aroused she grew—the more pleasure she got out of fucking herself.

“Mmmm—ahh—nice!” Emma cooed, her eyes shut, all of her creamy skin tingling and receptive to the slightest current of air. Every little move the banana made was a jolting current of electricity running through her.

What would it be like with Scott, though? Emma well knew—she could even peek into Laura’s mind and get a feel for herself—but sometimes it was better to rely on nostalgia, on mystery. However good her memory was, it couldn’t compare with the immediacy of the sensations Scott was capable of giving her. She let herself drift on an erotic tide, wallowing in the feeling of motion striking sparks deep inside her folds.

The banana felt good, but it would be even better hot and thrumming with a racing heartbeat behind its thrusts instead of her own needful hand. And wet from Laura’s cunt. Emma smiled at the thought. Yes, the only thing that would make Scott’s prick taste better was another woman’s pussy on it. She was surprised Jean had never figured that out, not even with Betsy sniffing after him. Now that could’ve been fun, if Jean’d had the slightest imagination…

But then, maybe Emma should employ a little imagination herself.

“Scott, get off her. Hold her legs open for me. I want to play too.”

The next thing Laura knew, she was on her back. This time, Scott knelt by her head, holding her legs up and over her body so she was folded in half, her cunt in the air, on display. His red glasses glared down at her, as did Emma’s cruel blue eyes. Laura felt her cunt being penetrated again. She looked down to see that this time, it was the banana that Emma had just been using on herself.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Ohhh!”

“Enjoying yourself?” Emma purred. “Don’t get too addicted to Scott’s cock. He knows a lot about using it, but nothing about having it used on him. And there’s only so much size a man can carry on him before he gets back problems…”

“Says the woman with the GG-cup size,” Scott quipped.

The banana felt like it was twelve inches long. Maybe it was. Emma gave it to Laura hard, fast, and deep. Laura reached up to claw at Emma, but Scott grabbed her wrists and twisted them into harmlessness. Strong as she was, Laura wasn’t superhuman. Not in that respect, at least. She didn’t have the leverage to do what Scott didn’t want her to do. As before, he was dominating her… somehow, that made the banana feel better in Laura’s cunt.

“Pop your claws in the dirt,” Scott said, not a harsh order, but a quiet command. “Stake yourself to the ground.”

Laura obeyed, sticking her arms straight out, tilting her hands back, then jetting her claws into the ground to crucify herself in place. And Scott rewarded her. His hot hands pressed down on her heaving tits. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t cry out, only mewled and keened with how good it felt.

Scott groaned in husky appreciation of the feel of her body. Laura snapped her teeth at his arms, but he took it in stride, gently slapping her with an air more of chiding than of discipline. She was a good dog… she just wasn’t tame.

Emma kept fucking the banana into her. Laura gasped, her throat growing tight, blood rushing to and reddening her face. Emma laughed, deep and lusty. She pushed the banana further in.

“Scott really reamed you out, didn’t he?” Emma clicked her tongue. “Maybe you could be my new purse. I do love handcrafted products…”

Darkness swept over Laura again. How long did it take her? Dimly, she felt Scott’s cock back inside her pussy. She whispered his name. He said hers. It sounded good.

Then she felt a soft touch—far too soft to be Scott’s—slip along her jawbone. Emma. She fingered Laura’s lips. “Drink this.”

Laura drank, tasting cool, sweet water, rushing down to ease her parched throat.

“Must hydrate if we’re to keep being a good cock-holster,” Emma simpered. “Shame we don’t have any decent wine on hand. Mmm… hold this.”

Something went into Laura’s mouth. Big and round and hard. She forced her eyes open. It was the banana. Emma had seated it in her mouth and now she straddled Laura’s face, sitting on the phallic intrusion.

Up and down Emma’s body went, fucking the dildo, well-using the slippery layer of juices it was covered in. Laura could see how swollen Emma’s clit had gotten, rubbed raw by the slithering touch of the banana again and again.

Emma got ready to come. She felt the climax mounting in the deepest recesses of her cunt. It was like a spring being compressed tighter and tighter, right in the pit of her stomach. Soon all that arousal would be released in one blistering burst of heat.

The very thought of that relief brought Emma closer to the cusp. She doused Laura’s face with her lust, fucking the banana in her mouth even faster. It slid in and out of her, possessing the tender insides of her cunt until all the volcanic sexuality was too much for even her.

The trembling walls of her sex closed in around the banana. Emma held still and whimpered out a soft sigh of delight felt all over her body.