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Savage Land Sex Work 3
🕑 Added 2022-07-10 00:00:00 +0000 UTCEmma moaned to have such wetness coating her skin; with her mouth open, Scott’s finger went inside. She sucked at it leeringly, her eyes on Rogue, associating the taste with the beautiful woman they had enjoying herself so much.
Because even though it was Scott that was fucking her, it was Emma who had taught him how. Or at least made him up his game to the point where Rogue wasn’t just being well-fucked, she was having a life-altering reevaluation of just what cock could do to her.
Emma thought it a shame that Rogue was too provincial to accept being dominated by another woman, because she considered herself an even better dom than Scott (notwithstanding the fact that he regularly topped her; she took this to be a sign that she was also a better bottom than he could ever be). But if Rogue’s fetish was to have a gentleman ruffian right out of a Regency Harlequin part her legs, who was Emma to judge?
Well, she was Emma fucking Frost, that’s who. But still, she’d never criticize the taste of anyone smart enough to spread for her man. Coming up behind Scott, she took his shorts in hand and worked them down his legs, Scott only moving enough to allow her to take them off him.
And Rogue laid there as if stricken, her legs spread, unable to move for fear she’d unthinkingly rescind the bodily invitation that had drawn Scott to her—even as she felt a sudden jagged bolt of fear at the size of his endowment.
“You wanted to know how he kept me coming… back for more,” Emma said, tossing the shorts onto the pile with Rogue’s discarded clothes. They’d have to put them back on when this was over—Emma was the only free-use slut on this team. “Starting to get it yet?”
“She is starting to get it,” Scott said as he covered Rogue’s body with his—let her feel his cockhead brushing against her cunt lips like a key probing at a lock.
“Oh mah Gawd!” Rogue cried, shocked at how quickly things had escalated from one tiny finger inside her pussy to that monstrous thing about to go into her. Claim her. Move her ordeal into a whole new plane of sensation that she wasn’t sure she could withstand.
She wanted him to stop, wanted more foreplay, but already she was wetter than a mop-bucket. And another part of her didn’t want him to stop. It wanted this fuck now-now-now!
And Emma wanted her to have it. For as much as she was a cunt, at least she wouldn’t see Rogue suffer when she could share with her the blessing of Scott’s cock. The blonde reached down, took his prick in hand, and guided it to Rogue’s two-tone pussy.
Rogue barely recognized her own flesh—the itchy, aching lust that spoke of a need to be fucked, not just curiosity and way beyond desire. She gasped and struggled as Scott fought his way inside her, not resisting him, just unable to wholly accept the influx of passion she was so unprepared for.
“You’re fucking me! You’re fucking me!” she blurted out, feeling the bite of his entry. Then her eyes went humongous as she felt the rasp—more of Scott thrusting into her, thick shaft spreading and stretching her just like her cunt was meant to do.
“No. I’m just getting started,” Scott said, pushing deep inside her. Rogue groaned, her feet kicking high into the air, her head jerking forward to impact with Scott’s brawny shoulder.
“Too much!” she moaned. “Too much…”
“But you’ll come to love every bit of it,” she heard Emma whisper just behind her. Soft, warm hands rolled over her shoulders, soothing them, then the flesh between them and the trembling curves of Rogue’s breasts. “In fact, you’ll want even more…”
Rogue couldn’t help but sigh as Emma cupped her full breasts, squeezed her fingers into their malleable softness, making Rogue’s nipples throb inside her palms—body heat pressing into Rogue from behind as Emma cuddled behind her raised shoulders, so that Rogue was pinned between her and Scott in a sandwich of lust that only flowed one way.
“I know Scott can be a little stiff,” Emma purred. “But clearly stiff isn’t always a bad thing. And while he may be withholding personally, he certainly isn’t with that cock. Give him a chance. Let him see what he can do with that hot little cunt of yours. Mmmm, can’t you feel how deep he is in that barely touched pussy? Bet he’s making you feel things you didn’t even know your pussy could feel. He’s giving you all of it, isn’t he? And that hot friction as he goes in and out? Doesn’t it make your clit… ohhhhh! Isn’t it good?”
“You’re a slut,” Rogue whispered, writhing as Scott’s member pushed into her, used her, time and time again. Used her so much it was like she’d been meant for this. She’d been enjoying it, but without thinking about it. Emma made her think about it.
“How can I not be a slut when there’s a big cock like that to open my legs for?” Emma whispered back. “Isn’t it ever so much fun?”
Rogue hated to admit it, but it was. She couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t hide from it in a fog of pleasure. It all felt good, even Emma’s hands, warm and caressing and quite clearly enjoying the feel of her tits.
And as good as Scott was fucking her cunt, that sensation radiating from her fondled breasts was making the rut even better. It was making her wetter, making it easier for Scott to go faster and harder into her tender sex… heat bubbling out of cunt and clit to fill her whole body with heady pleasure.
God! Did this mean she was a slut too? It was hard to imagine anyone who wasn’t enjoying being fucked so much. Scott wasn’t even her husband. He wasn’t even her boyfriend. And Emma she didn’t even like!
No. That was wrong. She was getting to like Emma. Emma, who so generously shared this wonderful cock instead of keeping it all to herself like Rogue would’ve… Rogue would’ve been a greedy bitch with anything that felt like this…
Seeming to sense Rogue’s thoughts—and perhaps she was—Emma gave her flushed cheek a fond caress. “It’s fun to share,” she trilled, and her sweet smile was as dirty as that beautiful face could be…
Scott was mounting her and she was mounted on the giant heart-shaped leaf that was cushioned under her and Rogue knew that it wasn’t natural how deep his cock was going, that it couldn’t be natural, nothing this intense could be something that happened every day. His prick hit somewhere deep inside her cunt, affecting her, changing her, flushing her skin with red-hot heat and driving sweat from her pores in big milkmaid buckets.
He caressed her legs, still jammed up in the air as he worked his cock inside her. Sometimes he even turned and licked one of her thighs, running his tongue through the creamy skin and straight to her tingly nerve endings. Rogue writhed as Scott did this, her body squirming in its impalement, letting his prick in even deeper. Squeezing it from all sides but not managing to milk anything from his indefatigable erection.
“Scott,” she moaned, not knowing quite what to say, what she should be expressing—feeling slutty if she let out the stream of FUCKMEMAKEMECOMEIWANTYOURCOCK that was playing on her inner sound system, but churlish if she stayed quiet, because God, he was fucking the hell out of her, the least she could do was admit it.
But one look at Scott and she could tell he knew. That was why he was so careful with the rhythm he set—how he knew it was pleasing her and he didn’t want to do anything less. He fucked her very slowly, just sliding himself into her and taking it out. Knowing that she was in a state of ecstasy, so keyed up that all he had to do was give her what she wanted. And Scott gave it with deliberate, almost maddening consistency.
She felt every last, separate inch of his length shoving into her, filling her up until he’d hilted her and she was stuffed and stretched to the point of pain, and then she felt him just as vividly as he eased out of her. Leaving her empty for eternal seconds until he finally came back inside her.
Scott’s body came down on hers, athletic build crushing her into the ground, the muscles of his groin rubbing against her straining clit. Her belly somersaulted. Rogue was suffused with feeling, yet still managed to sense Emma caressing her breasts, softly kissing her face and hair.
Scott wrapped Rogue’s legs around his waist. Weak as she was, she managed to find the will to be pliant—to tighten her grip on him and hold him in the soft warmth of her body with all his ferocious heat.
Scott leaned in and his mouth touched Emma’s. Then they were kissing Rogue, sharing her lips, her breasts. Scott licked her nipples while Emma ran her touch through his hair and over the curves of Rogue’s cleavage.
Her nipples got longer and harder and hotter, caught between Emma’s fingers and Scott’s mouth. He got seemingly all of her breast into his ravenous mouth, biting and sucking it like a dog with his bone, while his member kept at her with the agonizingly effective strokes and Emma pinched her other nipple so that Rogue had at least a vague memory of what pain felt like as pleasure built up in her like it had nowhere else in the whole world to go.
Liquid light bloomed in Rogue, flowing out around Scott’s prick, and she felt like an animal, a sex slave, a toy. “Damn you, both of you!” she moaned. “Why didn’t you do this to me sooner?”
Her slender leg muscles flexed around Scott’s body. His hard cock kept up its pistoning into her receptive slit. He gave her what she wanted but so slowly, so deeply—thoroughly. She felt every iota of her satisfaction, not quite overwhelmed, but not quite able to process just how much there was to feel either.
The humid jungle air had gotten Rogue’s body glowing with sweat; now the heat of the threesome had her burning up like she had a fever, sweat coursing over her skin. Emma could hardly hang onto her wet breasts.
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