When we left Mae at the end of Chapter 2, she was impaled on the gangster Bart's cock, and although grateful to be fucked at last by her cruel master, she was never the less distressed that her husband would trade her for another woman's mouth and pussy. Our story continues from that moment as Mae and Karen sit astride the laps of Bart, and Mae's husband Jack, ready to ride the hard pricks that are buried in their cunts.
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Bart snarled impatiently in Mae's ear. "Well my sweet slut Bitch, what are you waiting for? Now is your chance! MOVE! Fuck yourself! RIDE MY COCK!
Ever since her slutty blow job this morning, Mae had been struggling with the thought of having Bart's cock in her pussy. That Bart would take what he wanted from her, whenever he wanted, was not in question. Mae herself, however, was emotionally torn between her hatred of this new 'owner', and an unaccountable lust to be ravished by him. Her latent wanton hunger to submit to this cruel demanding man, and be fucked by him, was something May simply could not reconcile with her conscience.
Only minutes ago, the moment of truth had finally come as Bart ordered her to mount his cock. She did not protest. She did not hesitate. Even with her husband watching, her ardor did not cool. She had climbed upon her master's lap and enveloped his hard-on with her pussy willingly, eagerly, begging him to fuck her.
Pandora's box was now open. Primal desires long repressed were stirring that could no longer be denied or even controlled. In the end, all Mae's uncertainty and moral debate was irrelevant, and her surrender was as quick as it was inevitable. Bart had teased, tormented, and tortured her, putting her thru a sensual hell, before giving her the cock she so badly needed. Yes..., let there be no question, he had broken his mare to the saddle. In spite of herself, Mae had become a slut, Bart's slut, and to have him fuck her had become her obsession.
Of course with Bart mere seduction was not enough. His sluts had be humbled, shamed, and made to submit to him publicly. In stripping Mae of her dignity and will to resist, he brought her husband in to watch his wife's humiliating surrender. As a step to total submission, Bart first forced the helpless Mae to masturbate herself to an orgasm in front of Jack and all of Bart's gang of cut throats.
Afterwards, Bart had held his naked victim between his knees playing with her tits and pussy for what seemed to her an eternity, tantalizing her, tempting her, seducing her away from her husband and whatever was left of her moral code.
Then, as if that sensual torment wasn't enough, he next forced her to sit motionless on his hard-on peg of blood and flesh until Jack agreed to give her to him as his slut. Never in all her life had Mae suffered such raw sexual need as during those long minutes trying to deny the orgasm that was bubbling in her cunt, filled as it was to the brim with ten inches of Bart's warm man meat.
Now, finally and at long last, Bart has given Mae permission to ride the male rod that has been buried inside her pussy for so many tortured minutes. Now, at long last, she is permitted to rub his hard man flesh across her clit and against the nerves of her vagina. Now, at long last, she is permitted to have the orgasm that had been building in her throughout the day. Now, at long last, Bart's penis is hers to use as she will. In the heat of an overwhelming passion, Mae is eager to prove she is the submissive slut this awful man wants her to be.
She had been wounded, disappointed and distressed when her husband gave her up to this gangster. To his credit, he had tried to resist, but in the end, his own lust had been too much. With Karen's pussy around his cock, Jack surrendered just as Mae had, and just as Mae had, he begged Bart to fuck her. His collapse was hard for Mae to believe, and she could not help but feel betrayed.
Mae knew, however, she was as much to blame for Jack's failure of faith as he was, indeed even more so. Mae hated the very thought that her loving husband would trade her for a gangster's red headed whore, but her bitter jealousy was quenched by the memory of the passion with which she had also begged Bart to fuck her.
At least Jack had at first refused. She, on the other hand, had not hesitated. From the very first taste of Bart's cock inside her pussy she had asked..., no begged..., her husband to give her to Bart. Those pleading words were now bile in her mouth. In heat to have Bart fuck her, Mae was in no position to object to her husband enjoying the favors of a beautiful redhead.
"Good for the goose, good for the gander " she thought.
A quick peek to the side confirmed for Mae that Karen had already begun to take her pleasure from Jack's cock and mouth as he sat tied naked and helpless in the straight backed chair. Karen was riding high on Jack's lap with her legs poked thru under the chair arms. Her hands were behind her lover's head hugging his head into the full cleavage between her bare breasts. Her hips were hunching back and forth, grinding Jack's hard prick deliciously inside her pussy.
Pressed against Karen's ample tits as he was, Mae could not see the expression on Jack's face, but she could hear him moan. She had heard that moan often before and she knew it was the signal that her husband would soon cum, only this time his seed would spill into another woman's womb.
Mae was every bit as near to her own orgasm as her husband was to his. Sitting helplessly pegged upon a ten inch pole of swollen hard-on, she was completely at the mercy of this dominating stranger who now owned her as his love slave. Her raw desire was entirely too much to for Mae to deal with. As she began to move on the cock that filled her, Scarlet O'Hara's closing line at the end of Gone With the Wind, popped into her head:
"I'll think about it tomorrow," Scarlet had said. Yes, Mae also would think about all this tomorrow, but for now it was enough that she was at last fucking herself on Bart's big cock.
Mae's movement on the penis that filled her was becoming faster and stronger. Using her thighs to press down against her master's legs, she lifted and released her hips in a motion that pumped her pussy up and down in scant inches of quickening rhythm. Bart's lips and tongue were on her nipples sending pangs of electric pleasure running from those sensitive teats down to an already inflamed pussy. Her master's strong hands were under her ass, spreading her cheeks, and helping to lift and lower his fuck toy over the upright pole of man flesh that held her prisoner.
A small orgasm washed thru Mae's ovaries almost immediately. That shock was soon followed by a much stronger second one that rocked her senses and left her screaming at her new lover and master.
"Fuck me you bastard, FUCK ME! Fuck your slut! Give me more. Do something you son of a bitch! Poke me with it! Move your ass! HARDER, give it to me HARDER!
