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🕑 Added 2025-07-25 17:00:04 +0000 UTCScott leaned back in his chair, watching Betsy fill her sweet mouth with his cock. He allowed himself a moment of smug pride in the state of his erection, twelve inches despite how many times he’d come already, and Betsy’s eyes showing appreciable awe at it as she began to take it in.
“Mmmmm,” Betsy moaned, drunken already on the enormity of what she was doing, the potency she’d only begun to take into her mouth.
She knelt between Scott’s legs, filling her open lips with the enormous column that spilled out of his open fly. Her hands were full of it too, fists squeezing and tightening on his shaft while she bobbed her head on the throbbing helmet, dragging her purple lips up and down his glans. Her pink tongue slithered out to circle his collar and probe into Scott’s glanshole.
She let go of his endowment with one hand and groped her heaving breast instead, pinching the nipple to try and match her excitement with sensation. She had areolas the size of silver dollars, pale pink with nipples that seemed like they would stay hard forever. Showing off to Emma just how aroused she was by the prospect of worshipping the cock of their shared man. He’d managed to ensnare them both: Emma with love and Betsy with pure lust.
“Ahhh… you’re doing well, Betts,” Scott breathed, brushing a lock of hair out of her face so he could better see how it was distended by his buried cock. “So good to know that delicious mouth belongs to me.”
Betsy uncorked his cockhead from her mouth, kissing the glans before coming away. “My arse tastes wonderful on your todger, Scott. It's almost a shame that an ungrateful wretch like Emma gets to enjoy it too.”
Emma squawked in protest before pinching her lips shut. The only thing that would make her current bondage worse was if she misbehaved and got a pair of wet panties shoved into her mouth.
Scott groaned while Betsy rained more kisses along his length. “A pretty face like that deserves a big cock like mine. You look like you were made to have all that prick down your throat.”
His praise sank right into Betsy’s nerve endings, spicing her pleasure with more tremendous arousal. She was already pleased and turned on by the immense size of his cock. But there was just more and more than simply a big dick: the way he ravished her ears with his lascivious comments, the exhibitionism of doing this on front of Emma, how aroused Emma herself was by being tied up and forced to watch. It was a perfect sexual high.
All she had to do to keep playing was to indulge herself—Scott would not settle for less than breaking down all resistance and leaving her in ecstasy. Betsy could well understand how Emma had ended up such an enthusiastic bitch, even if she pretended otherwise.
She let go of his cock, allowing it to tower above Scott’s stone-muscled stomach, and she tongued its underside. As Betsy worked her tongue to his knob, she groped her own breasts, wondering who envied her more: Scott or Emma. She knew it wouldn’t be long before they were sharing her luscious breasts the way she and Emma would no doubt be fighting over that gigantic cock she was lucky to have all to herself at the moment.
“Your cock’s so goddamn big!” Betsy moaned, barely needing to act any to play the part of a braindead bimbo. The blood rushing around her flushed body was definitely not going to her cerebellum anytime soon. “I don’t know if you can get it to fit in my mouth… my poor little throat… all that cum I have to swallow… Maybe you should fuck Emma again. She looks soooo good chained to the bed like the sex slave she is. Or maybe you’d let me fuck her, if I manage to throat your fat cock…”
Emma sniffed disdainfully. “You couldn’t hold a candle to Scott, so don’t even try. I didn’t come to the X-Men for second-raters. I want the apex predator.”
“Emma,” Scott chided her, “it’d be a waste of one hell of a mouth to put anything but a cock between your lips, but I will if you don’t let Betsy work.”
“She’s working? I can’t see her putting you in her mouth. She’s hoping she can get you off with her itsy-bitsy tongue; she knows she can’t throat all you have to give her, the poor dear. She just isn’t the cock holster she wants to be so bad…”
“One more word and I put nipple clamps on you. You’re not going to get a punishment out of me with your usual misbehaving. I’m taking care of Betsy now. She needs lots of attention… lots and lots of attention while I make a good cum dumpster out of her.”
Betsy’s purple-streaked locks swirled around her face as she took his cock back inside her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed with her suction, closing in on the sides of his cock. Her tongue lashed at the bullet-shaped tip; Betsy doing whatever it took to drive Scott to the point where he’d give her his rich, delicious cream.
“MMMPPPH!” Betsy slurped, lifting up higher on her knees to bob her head straight up and down on Scott’s rigid erection. She fucked her own face with his prick, not allowing Scott to do it himself. Salty precum oozed from his tip, barely emerging before her tongue licked it away.
Squirming as if performed a dance for Emma’s closely watching eyes, Betsy pistoned her head faster, forcing it down on Scott’s endowment until his swollen cockhead was at the back of her throat. Her pert breasts jiggled, nipples tingling while they stood out. Her warm saliva ran down Scott’s thick shaft, reducing the friction when her pumping hands wound around his girth.
“Suck it, Betts,” Scott groaned, feeling the cum simmering in his balls, hot enough to burn in Betsy’s gut for hours. “Show me why I should let you suck me off instead of Emma.”
Betsy tilted her head back, raising her almond eyes to his face. Her brilliantly painted lips stretched all around his glans, matching the nail polish on the fingers that were wrapped around his shaft. She winked at Scott and whipped at the contours of his phallus with her tongue, her lips pulling at his bellend around the collar.
“Mmmhmm… mmmm…” Betsy moaned, letting him know exactly how much she needed his cum… that she couldn’t get off without it.
Scott hadn’t been lying when he’d spoken on how enthralling her beautiful face was with the mouth stuffed full of cock. It was too much for him. He groaned from deep in his chest and felt his cum boiling hotly just shy of the hole that would launch it all over Betsy’s palate.
Emma watched, cursing to herself, thinking of how sick it was that Scott didn’t even care about Betsy not throating him like a proper slut would. Betsy didn’t deserve to tend to that big cock. Emma would have it halfway to her stomach by now.
Scott’s red-hot member throbbed between Betsy’s lips, slipping more delectable precum onto her flickering tongue. She thrust her face down on his manhood, gorging herself on how hard she’d made him. His pounding knob hit the back of her throat and Betsy instinctively recoiled. She knew she could choke herself if she swallowed that thing carelessly. It was hard to even avoid scraping his girthy shaft with her teeth.
But, eventually, she managed to gurgle down his cockhead. Her neck bulged out visibly as Scott went from fucking her mouth to fucking her throat.
“Take it all,” Scott ordered her, blanketing her mind with his confidence in her. A sure hand ran through her hair, buttering her up with physical affection to go with his words. “Be my cocksucker… just like Emma… I want you to be able to pass her in the halls and know that you can both eat this prick.”
She would swallow him just like Emma had. Two such competitive women wouldn’t be able to take one having such a clear advantage over her rival.
Betsy struggled, gagging, his cockhead never feeling like it actually fit in her throat—more like it was a bomb going off and she was poised eternally at the moment of explosion. She had almost a foot of cock past her lips and she couldn’t take anymore.
Pulling her head up, Betsy let his prick out of her mouth until finally the pressure inside her gullet eased. She inhaled ravenously through her nose, her ragged lips holding onto the tip of his manhood like her own body was betraying her, demanding she try again. She pumped both hands on his length, turning and pulling and trying to make up for what her throat had failed to do.
“Here it is,” Scott said in a choked voice. “Here’s proof that you’re my little whore…”
Betsy tilted her head back again, trying to look past Scott’s ruby quartz to his eyes as he stared down at her. His helmet jumped between her lips and Betsy opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out underneath his cock, giving him her mouth to fill as full as he wanted.
His cum flew out, so hard his hairy balls clenched with their exit, jetting to the back of Betsy’s throat. Her eyes widened, realizing he’d filled her mouth to overflowing with one rope of cum. Before she could swallow, his hand was in her hair, jerking back a ponytail of it so her entire face was in his line of fire.
The next blast struck her black bangs, matting the hair to Betsy’s forehead. The third was weaker, painting a line from cheekbone to cheekbone. She felt rivulets of it running down her face, claiming more territory. His prick jerked between her hands, hitting her palms like a hammerblow as more pungent cream erupted from his tip, hitting Betsy from her nose to her gaping lips.
The fountaining slowed down, became a sluggish flow rolling over her fingers and dripping onto her breasts. Squeezing his shaft hard made a thick, pearly droplet ooze out. She wrapped her breasts around his cock, feeling the drop of cum between her tits, and worked them up and down on his length to get out all she could get of his precious jizz.
Her mouth was still full of his cum. She showed it to him, tendrils of semen traipsing off her tongue, before closing her mouth, swallowing, and displaying her empty mouth to him.
“Delicious,” she purred. “I want some more.”
She started to head in Emma’s direction, but Scott held onto her hair. She obediently went still and he moved in, stroking his cock across her face, rubbing his cream all over her skin.
“We’re going to have to teach you to deep-throat,” Scott said. “That wasn’t satisfactory, Betsy. My whores have to do better.”
Betsy could see the smugly superior look on Emma’s face. There was a woman who knew she’d be getting Scott’s praise if she were in Betsy’s shoes just then.
“You can facefuck me,” Betsy said. “As many times as it takes for my throat to get used to it. You’ll have the cock holster you deserve, sir.”
“Yes. I will. Emma, would you be amenable to teach Betsy how to suck a cock like mine?”
Emma’s face lit up with wickedness. “Absolutely, Scott, my love. But what’s in it for me?”
“You get to shower.”
“Done!” Emma trilled, sing-song.
“So long as you share the water with Betsy,” Scott added.
Emma’s lips made a sympathetic moue. “The poor dear found you too much to swallow. So sad.”
Betsy glared daggers at the blonde. “Maybe if you’d gotten him off like a real woman, there wouldn’t have been too much for me!”
