M & M SERIES
FAMILY MATTERS AND THE MOB - PART
2
BLUNDER BROAD JOINS THE MOB SPY PROJECT
BY: SLUDGE
Email: jiwjiw11@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER:
The following story contains elements of an adult nature, and those less than 21 years of age, or those who are offended by graphic fighting, bondage, non-consensual sex, rape and wonderfully extreme promiscuity, should read no further.
Everyone else, please proceed and enjoy the plights of our heroine’s as they look incredibly voluptuous, gorgeous and scantily clad while striving to make society safe from evil doers and too often get lewdly ravished and totally debauched in the pursuit of their worthy goals.
E. N. CUIRE:
My thanks to Mike for agreeing to let me borrow his character Dana King/Blunder Broad/Femme Courageous, too use in this story. Mike has also been an advisor and source of several of the themes and activities used in this story and also reviewed it as it was being written, offering many suggestions to improve it.
FRIDAY:
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HER PIMP CALLS FEMME COURAGEOUS ABOUT A
Blundie came awake to the muffled sound of her cell phone ringing. It took a moment for her head to clear enough to realize that she was lying on her side, apparently on a bed. She opened her eyes, but it stayed dark as night. She tried to lick her dry lips but couldn’t move her tongue. She attempted to move her head but it wouldn’t move at all. She laid still for a few seconds, then determined that there was something heavy lying across the side of her head. She slowly reached up with her hand and touched whatever it was and finally concluded that it was a leg.
Startled, she lifted it slowly and some light began flowing into her eyes. Her vision was still somewhat impeded because the leg had caused her mask to slip, so she tore the mask off, so she could see. She cut her eyes upward and found that it was actually a man’s thigh. Then she looked straight ahead she discovered that she was looking directly into a thick thatch of black pubic hair, while the other side of her head was resting on top of the man’s other thigh. Then it finally dawned on her that the reason she hadn’t been able to move her tongue was because there was a flaccid cock in her mouth.
Blundie suddenly remembered that this was the position she had been in when the guy with his cock in her mouth had passed out sometime earlier. She also recalled that she had been in the middle of a three person daisy chain at the time. She glanced back over her shoulder and sure enough there was another man lying on his side, all curled up around her ass, with his, now limp penis, still stuffed up in her pussy.
The removal of her mask had now fully transformed her back from her alter ego Femme Courageous to her Blunder Broad persona and memories began flooding into her mind of the wild party Sharkey had rented Femme Courageous out to last night. Her whorish alter ego had been both the headliner and the hit of the party of ultra rich bachelors and their dates. All night long, she had been inundated with cocks, scrotums, pussies, anuses and a vast variety of sexual toys, of all sizes. When the last guest had left in the early morning hours, the owner of the house and his best buddy had talked Femme Courageous into to staying for a little more fun.
Blundie’s always agreeable nympho alter ego had been so covered with cum that the guys had prevailed on her to remove her entire costume, except for her mask, so they could dry her off. In that naked state, absent the stimulus of the special sex inducing costume Femme Courageous always wore, the nympho party whore had mostly transformed back into Blunder Broad. By that time, the transformation was on going and it was mostly Blundie who was in the daisy chain, longing for some of the sex her alter ego had been enjoying all night and besides, under the circumstances, she’d really had no choice but to stay the course. Nothing much had happened, though, because the two guys were so wasted that they had almost immediately passed out. Blundie had been so tired herself, that she had quickly fallen to sleep, too.
Right this minute Blundie just wanted to stop the cell phone’s ringing, so that it wouldn’t wake up her two party goers from last night. She carefully let the limp cock slide slowly out of her mouth, then leaned over and picked her cell phone up off of the night stand and laid back down with her face staring, from close proximity, right at the sleeping man’s languid cock and balls. She clicked on the small phone and whispered, “Hello,” as she noticed that it was already past noon.
“Hey baby, it’s Sharkey.” It took Blundie a few seconds to realize that the call was actually for her alter ego, Femme Courageous. Groggily she said, “why hello Mr. Sharkey, what can I do for you?” “You can start getting ready to hump that gorgeous ass of yours next week, that’s what you can do,” the repulsive little lawyer hollered.
“Why, what do you mean,” she
mumbled, still not fully alert. “What do
I mean? Shit, you dumb slut, what the
hell do you think I mean? As your agent,
I have just committed to peddle your body for major bucks, to some real big
time players. Sweetie, congratulate me,
I have done got us in with the Mob. They
contacted me a little while ago, to see about booking you and it is almost 100%
certain that they want you to go to
Blundie responded slowly, “Well, I suppose it sounds fine.” “Fine, you stupid fuckin’ cunt, this is the big break that I’ve been waiting for. It’s a direct pipeline into the Mob. Man they use whores until hell won’t have it and once you get your foot in the door with them, the money just flows non-stop.”
Blundie felt the man wrapped around her ass begin to stir a little, adjusting his position, and could feel the cock inside of her cuntal channel begin to perk up from the movement, as the still sleeping man automatically humped her ass a couple of times, quickly adding to the girth and length of his not so sleepy cock.
Sharkey went on, “They are planning to book you for this fuck fest in Tijuana, strictly because you are a super heroine and can take the kind of physical and mental grief that the Mobsters like to hand out during orgies. They have had it with the whiny, wimp whores that they have been using and they are going to try you out and see if you can handle everything that they throw at you. And, baby, besides the regular orgy stuff, they have some livestock down there that they want you to put out for, too. Your job, next week, is to be so cooperative with them; and nasty for them; and put out so good to them, and their animals; that we will be the first in line next time they want someone to party with.”
The guy whose thigh her head was lying on, began to move a little, to get more comfortable, the shifting being caused by either the noise of her talking, or the warmth of her breath as it moved gently across his coiled cock meat and the bulging bag of testicles, that were both resting right under her nose. As he shifted his body a little more in his sleep, his cock was being gradually stimulated and now laid slightly erect on her cheek.
Sharkey, with his voice growing louder, said “Now baby, you had better not drop the ball on this one, or I am going to be some kind of pissed. You had better work that body of yours better than you have ever worked it before. These Wiseguys are rougher than cobs and you had better be on your best worst behavior.”
“Now to give you some extra incentive to do a good job of being bad, I am going to split the fee with you 50-50 instead of taking my usual 60 percent cut. Don’t expect me to keep giving you generous bonuses like this in the future. I have got lots of overhead to cover, getting you hot sluts lots of work to do,” he complained.
Blundie could tell that both of her companions were still fast asleep but their cocks were continuing to grow on their own. The lower guy again shifted to get more comfortable and in doing so, shoved his now more that half hard cock well up into her warm, dampening twat. Her lips brushed against the other cock as she spoke to Sharkey and the cock of the unconscious man now seemed to have a mind of its own and its speedy growth now had it lying, three fourths erect, across her face, from chin to forehead.
As she continued listening to Sharkey, Blundie, not being in her Femme Courageous nympho mode, didn’t think that he was offering such a hot deal, but she knew that, as always, once she put on her Femme Courageous rubber/leather sex stimulating costume, she’d get hotter than hell and be ready to do everything Sharkey expected her to do. Being practical though, she also had to admit to herself that the obnoxious pimp’s call had come none too soon. As Blunder Broad she hated the way he treated her as Femme Courageous and was disgusted by the things he made her do, but she had some major bills that had to be paid, so she needed to do whatever had to be done in order to be able to take care of them.
As their owners slept on, the two cocks were having their fun with her and both were now quite rigid and throbbing. The one that had its home in her pussy was doing very well for itself, as it had the unconscious man’s body slowly grinding against her luscious ass. The other one kept flopping around against her cheek and nose, as though it was searching for a way to get in.
Sharkey, practically yelling, said, “Now, listen close, you god damned round-heeled slut, here is what I want you to do. I agreed to have you provide the mob representative with a full scale demo of your skills. So I want you to catch an early flight to LA in the morning. I have booked you at the Ecstasy Motel, which is right across the street from the entrance to the LA airport. You be in there before 9AM and let this guy fuck your brains out if he wants too.”
“He also told me that he’s going to
knock you around some, to make sure that you can take the kind of abuse the
Wiseguys are going to heap on you in
She clicked the cell phone off, but before she could move, two hands reached down, one grasping her head and holding it, while the other one, from deep sleep memory, fitted the head of the big pecker into her mouth. Then the hands went limp again and stayed resting on her head, while his now very satisfied prick enjoyed itself in the warm wet confines of her very pleasurable, now cooperatively sucking oral cavity.
As the two plastered men slept on, their turned on cocks had their way with her. This private affair with the two stiff penises lasted an amazingly long time and after they had each climaxed, wildly spewing large quantities of their creamy product inside of her, she was able to get up without waking either man, get dressed and go outside and catch a cab. In the cab she smiled with inexorable pleasure. The two pricks, without the men being involved, had provided her with an unusually gratifying sexual experience.
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THE FBI PUTS THEIR MOB SPY PROJECT RECRUITING PLAN
INTO MOTION / FREE PUSSY TOMORROW:
As soon as he had hung up from
talking to the super heroine’s pimp, the undercover mole the FBI had planted
inside Carmen Basilio’s
“I did exactly what you recommended and told him that, as part of the deal, the super heroine had to come down to LA and give me a freebie demo of her skills, before I would agree to book her for an event as big as this one is. Man that shyster pimp howled like a stuck pig at the idea of having his super babe do some fucking for nothing, but, realizing what an entree this was to getting future sex business from Carmen’s organization, he finally gave in, bitching and moaning all the way.”
“I told him that I wanted to meet
her someplace where I could knock her around a little and see if she could
really take it like he claimed she could.
Well the tight bastard booked a room for us at the Ecstasy, that cheap
rent by the hour whore motel that is right across the street from the LA
Airport. He’s going to have her fly down
to
Herb said, “well damn guy, you
did great, now we can meet with the super heroine, without Sharkey being
present, and have the opportunity to tell her all about our Mafia Spy Project
and talk her into working on the project with those two absolute knockout super
heroines from
“Now, did you find out her super heroine name, so we can start checking out who she is,” Herb asked. “Yeah, it’s Femme Courageous. I also got him to give me her cell phone number, on the excuse that if I was having any trouble connecting with his whore in LA, I would be able to call her and make sure that we get hooked up together. He was reluctant to give it to me because he was afraid that I was going to go around him and try and deal with her direct and cut him out of his pimp fees. I finally convinced him that he’d be kept in on anything Carmen did with her, so he finally gave it to me.”
Herb said, “you know, while we have been talking, I’ve been looking on my computer at a list of all of the super heroines who are located on the West Coast, that the law enforcement agencies work with, and there is no one named Femme Courageous on the list. Shit, I was expecting her name to pop right up. Well dammit to hell, I’ll check around with everyone here, plus run the phone number through the encrypted computer system and see what I can find out. Hell maybe Sharkey is misrepresenting a regular hooker as being a super heroine; you never know when you are dealing with a sleaze ball like him. I’ll call you back when I get through checking her out.”
An hour later Paul’s cell phone rang and when he answered it, Herb said, “Damn Paul, I ran that name by everybody here and, sure enough, no one has ever heard of Femme Courageous. Having no luck there, I ran the cell phone number through the system, hoping for the best and, bingo, it turns out that this phone number is registered, in our top secret files, to one Dana King. That name is the civilian cover name used by Blunder Broad. Shit if it does turn out to be her, we have struck the mother lode here, my friend. Blunder Broad is one of the most famous crime fighting super heroines in the business. She will be a cinch to recruit for our Spy Project.”
“Going on the assumption that it is Blunder Broad, the only thing I haven’t been able to figure out in this deal is what she’s doing posing as this character, Femme Courageous, and whoring herself out to sex parties. Blunder Broad’s reputation is so spotless that the only thing I can come up with is that she must be doing some kind of undercover work on her own, that nobody knows about, and is using this whore disguise as her cover. Well, we’ll find out, one way or the other, what the real answer is when we meet with her tomorrow.”
“And old buddy, keep your fingers crossed that it is her. I pulled up a couple of photos of both Dana King and Blunder Broad out of the files. Both sets of pictures are fantastic and the broad has a body that just won’t quit. She’s got the biggest fuckin’ tits I have ever seen. Man I am going to be disappointed as hell if this Femme Courageous character doesn’t turn out to be Blunder Broad, cause if she is Ms Broad, I’m telling you that we will have found the holy grail of sex. If she fucks anything near like she looks, this will be the best sex we’ll ever have in our lives, period.”
“Anyway, Paul, great work. I will call you tonight and work out the details of a plan with you, on how we play the meeting with her tomorrow morning,” Herb concluded and hung up.
SATURDAY MORNING:
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BLUNDER BROAD FLYS TO LA / A KINKY FREE DEMO FOR THE
MOB (UH, FBI):
Blundie went to the Frisco airport and caught the 7AM flight. She was dressed very conservatively in a pair of tight jeans, a red, long sleeve man’s shirt and cowboy boots that had the bottom of her jeans legs tucked into them. To add to her dress down disguise, her hair was up in a ponytail and she was wearing very large dark glasses. She carried her Femme Courageous costume in a travel bag and even though her casual clothes didn’t overtly advertise her notable curves, those tight jeans and the open neck of her shirt didn’t exactly hide them either, so she was still followed by longing stares of appreciation, every step that she took.
She sat by herself in the very back of the aircraft and was thankful that none of the passengers hit on her. After the plane landed, she went out front and caught a parking shuttle, then sweet talked the gawking Middle-Afrika driver into letting her off in front of the Ecstasy Motel and not abandoning his bus to go with her.
She walked into the dingy motel office and identified herself to the grizzled old scarecrow of a desk clerk. He looked her over, whistled and said, “we have reserved the room your boss called about, for four hours, and that’ll be $40, honey.” She forked over four tens and he gave her the room key and a receipt in return. The scarecrow then said, “Now remember babe, you have the room for four hours, period. It is already reserved at one-o-clock by another one of you nasty hookers, so your ass had better be out of there right on time and I don’t want to hear any god damned excuses.”
“Plus, I don’t want you calling me and bitching and complaining about how the room looks. I told your boss when he called that I couldn’t get it cleaned up by 9AM on a Saturday morning, so you and your tricks are just going to have to fuck in the middle of the mess and like it.” Blundie nodded her head and started for the door, his eyes following her all of the way. She heard him say, “god damn you are one fine looking bitch, that is a lot of body you’ve got under them clothes. Shit honey, if you get through early, give me a call and I’ll come down and let you give me a blow job.” Blundie never looked back, as he watched her fantastic ass disappear out the door.
She walked down to room 13 and let herself in. The desk clerk hadn’t been kidding, the room was in terrible shape. The maintenance people obviously hadn’t cleaned it since at least yesterday morning and it really showed. From the totally upside down look of things, there had been lots going on in the small room during the last twenty four hours. There was trash everywhere, used condoms were laying around and wet, stained sheets were piled on the floor beside the bed. The two chairs and a dresser were ancient and the overstuffed chair was filthy and grossly stained. She went into the bathroom and found that it was trashed beyond belief and had an awful, foul odor pervading it.
Holding her nose, Blundie came out of the pig sty bathroom and quickly stripped off her traveling clothes. She pulled out her Femme Courageous costume and shook her head as she looked at it. As Blunder Broad, she was so fundamentally opposed to whoring herself, that she just couldn’t do it. But recently, she had been faced with terrible financial set backs and she had pursued many possible solutions to her financial woes, but finally had been forced to conclude that a short term turn at whoredom was her only practical alternative to bankruptcy. Therefore, seeing no other way out, she had reluctantly given in and had been pursuing the financial salvation that being a very kinky super heroine party girl entertainer provided.
Having made the decision to temporarily enter the world’s oldest profession, Blundie then had to do something to overcome her personal revulsion against it. She went to her friend Galaxeena and had Gala provide her with a costume made out of a special material Gala had brought with her from her home planet of Rahtael, which was located outside of our own Solar System. This magical material did two things; it turned its wearer into a virtual nympho maniac plus its gloves, boots and mask could only be removed by its wearer. In order to not deprive her tricks the of pleasure of removing the rest of her body costume, it was made of ordinary latex materials that could either be easily shunted aside or stripped off of her, whichever happened to please her users at the time.
Armed with this super sex costume, Blunder Broad had created an alter ego for herself, who she named Femme Courageous. She used this alter ego to carry out all of her commercially driven sexual assignations. The use of this alter ego persona, who dressed in a style completely different from Blunder Broad’s normal costume, had prevented anyone from knowing that the world famous crime fighter was whoring herself out to pay her bills, thereby enabling Blunder Broad to maintain her sterling, spotless reputation, in the eyes of her adoring public.
Snapping out of these mental musings, Blundie began putting on the special nympho whores costume. First she stepped into its red latex bikini tights and then put on the color matching, extremely revealing top and its companion miniscule short skirt. She then sat down and pulled on the blue, thigh high boots that left only a six inch gap between the top of the boots and the bottom of the very abbreviated skirt. Then followed the donning of the shoulder length, matching blue gloves. The concluding step was to put on a pure white waist cincher, that had a large red star emblazoned on the front of it.
Everything in place but her mask and tiara, she went into the disgusting bathroom and undid her ponytail, then combed out her long ebony hair, letting it fall all around her shoulders and half way down her back. She then touched up her makeup and made a few final adjustments to her costume, including exposing the maximum amount of cleavage. Using the small spotted bathroom mirror to see herself, as best she could, she had to conclude that she looked terrific, even if she did say so herself. She was very confident that the mob representative was going to find her to his liking and then some.
Blundie put on the mask and right above it, on her forehead, the golden tiara. She could already feel her brain and body beginning to transform her from Blunder Broad into Femme Courageous. Her mouth began to fill with saliva and her pussy started to dampen. She smiled, thankful to be losing herself into her whorish alter ego, in preparation for servicing the Mob representative, for free.
She was now beginning to feel as
anxious as Sharkey was, for this Mob guy to arrive and let her give him the
demo he wanted. The thoughts of the
money that she had the chance to earn, by making this guy happy today, was a
real turn on to Femme Courageous, all by itself. She wanted to get to
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SHE PROVES SHES A SUPER HEROINE / A BEATING TAKEN:
Paul Mazur pulled into the parking garage at LA airport, parked and got out. He walked over to a junky looking car containing Herb and another undercover agent Paul knew very well, Oscar Fuentes. He got into the back of the car and greeted them, as Oscar pulled out of the garage and started the short drive to the Ecstasy Motel. Paul had to laugh to himself at how much like mobster Wiseguys they all looked and acted. They had spent so much time working undercover, that they were, in many ways, beginning to assume the callous parts of the criminals themselves.
As they drove, Herb gave them his final instructions, “okay guys, when we get there, we’ll go in the room playing it out like we really are with the mob. Since Paul is the contact with Sharkey, we’ll let him introduce us and tell her that he’s invited us along to participate in the demo.
Our first objective is to prove to ourselves that she really is a super heroine, so we’ll jump her right quick and light her up real good and see how well she takes a good beating. If she is a bonafide super heroine, she’ll be able to handle our crap with no problem. Then we need to work her over some more and see how well she can take what the Mob is going to expect from her, including fucking her real good and nasty.”
“When we are satisfied that she’s the real thing, I’ll show her my badge and tell her we are with the FBI and that we think she is really Blunder Broad and that, if she isn’t, we are going to arrest her for prostitution. I am so sure we’re on the right track that when I show her the picture of Dana King, she’ll cave and admit that she is Blunder Broad. Then I’ll tell her about the Spy Project and recruit her to join it, which I am positive she will do without hesitation.”
“Now, since we probably aren’t ever going to get another shot at beating on and screwing a real live super heroine, much less one as famous as Blunder Broad, lets make the absolute best of our chance and really put the wood to this super honey. Alright guys, are you okay with this plan?” “Damn right,” Oscar said, “lets get it done and get to the fucking part as fast as we can. Shit guys, getting paid overtime to stick a boner into a gorgeous super heroine ain’t a bad undercover gig.”
They pulled into the Ecstasy parking lot and drove back to room 13, the room number Sharkey had provided Paul with. They all got out and started towards the room door, anxious to lay their eyes and their hands on this glamorous super heroine. Paul knocked and the door was quickly opened. They were greeted by a stunning, half naked woman, with a spectacular figure, who was six and a half feet tall, in her 6” heels. All three of them were around six feet tall and well conditioned, but they were more than a little awed at the sight of this towering, incredible vision of curves and near lewd sexiness.
Paul said, “Are you Femme Courageous?” “Yes,” the full, pouty lips said, full of promise. “Well I am the guy who worked out this meeting with your boss, Sharkey, and these are two associates of mine who are going to join me in this demo test of what you have to offer,’ Paul quickly explained. As all three of them stared at the huge, marvelous breasts that were standing straight out in front of her, Femme Courageous stepped back with a breast jiggling move, and said, “Please come in gentlemen.” They shuffled into the cruddy looking room, unable to take their eyes off of all of the voluptuous flesh that was awaiting them.
Once the door was closed behind them, Paul said, “Let’s cut right to the chase baby. You sure as hell look and dress like a super heroine, but we have checked around and nobody has ever heard of one named Femme Courageous. Everybody thinks that you must just be a regular whore that your snake of a pimp, Sharkey, is trying to pass off on gullible customers as a super heroine. What do you say to than, gorgeous? Is that sleaze ball boss of yours trying to put one over on the Mob?”
Femme Courageous looked at Paul and said, “No he’s not, I really am a super heroine,” she promised. “Then how come nobody knows anything about you,” Paul shot back? “Well I am new to the business and just haven’t gotten around very much yet,” she replied, offering up a lame excuse. “I hope you don’t expect us to believe that shit,” Paul retorted. “I say you are probably just a plain street hooker, so lets put you to the test,” and without any warning he kicked her square in the crotch, the instep of his shoe smacking hard against her thinly covered labia. He watched the big woman grunt and double over at the waist, grabbing her pained crotch, then he brought a double fisted karate chop down on the back of her neck, driving her into the floor with a thud, tits first, with her forehead cracking loudly against the hard floor, from the neck whip.
The other two grabbed an ankle each and T-boned her legs as Paul stepped between them, from behind, and drove a kick directly into her vagina, sinking the thin toe of his expensive Italian shoe at least three inches into her unprotected slit, as they all listened to her howl in pain. They quickly used her legs to flip her over on her back and Paul stepped over to her side, leaped in the air and dropped both knees into her exposed stomach, causing her tongue to be thrust out of her mouth, involuntarily, as she nearly gagged from the pile driving blow to her gut.
Herb and Paul reached down and sunk the fingers of both of their hands into her enormous tits and callously jerked her to her feet by them. Once she was standing, they took her by the arms and ran her face first into the wall, with every part of the front of her body splatting against the unyielding material. Retaining their grip on her arms and also grabbing the back of her neck, they pinned her against the wall, grinding her face against it, while Oscar stood behind her and drove a series of vicious punches into her lower back and sides and concluded by delivering an upper-cut to her crotch, followed by a vicious knee lift to her unprotected pussy.
Her chest was now heaving and her mouth drooling from the pain she was suffering and they spun her away from the wall and Herb threw a haymaker and caught her flush on the chin, snapping her head back and bouncing it off of the wall behind her. As she rebounded off the wall, Paul nailed her with a left then a right to each overflowing breast and they watched her crumple to the floor. She rolled over and got up onto her hands and knees and was kicked in both sides, several times, until her tongue hung helplessly out of her mouth and she looked like she was going to throw up.
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NOW LETS SEE HOW GOOD YOU FUCK / EVERYBODY GETS A PIECE:
Herb dropped to his knees in front of her face and unzipped his pants, popping out a very large boner. He said, “shit boys she’s taking this beating so well that she’s either a real super heroine or one real tough whore, so now lets’ see how good she is with cocks.” He grabbed Femme Courageous by the hair and forcibly shoved his pecker into her still gasping, open mouth and pursed his lips with pleasure as the hot cavity closed down on his meat, encompassing it in its warm wetness. “Oh shit, this is one great mouth boys,” he gasped, “her tongue is treating the bottom side of my cock real good.” He looked up and said, “one of you boys join me and use her other end.”
Oscar leaped forward, whipped out a very hefty schlong and quickly knelt behind her. He pulled the crotch of her latex tights aside and forked her with his brown weapon, then watched it slide effortlessly into her already amazingly hot pussy. Left with no alternative holes to use, Paul laid down beside her, then slid his head under her dangling tits and sucked the tip of the nearest one into his mouth and chomped down on it hard, bringing a muffled groan from her cock stretched lips.
Femme Courageous wasn’t sure if they had completely satisfied themselves that she was a super heroine, but she could sure tell that they were satisfied with her body and the orifices that they were now using. The physical pounding she had taken from them had really turned her on and now they were certainly reaping the full benefits of her over stimulated condition. As for herself, she was very content being fucked, doggy style, and tit sucked, while she gave the man using her head, a world class blowjob.
Herb, both hands pressed hard against the back of her head, was giving her a nasty head fuck. He split his time between watching his cock disappear down her throat and watching Oscar’s tool performing the same cock disappearing act in her other end. Amidst the background noises of the splats of Oscar’s hips hitting the super heroine’s ass and Paul’s mouth slurping on the bimbo whore’s double F tits, and the moaning, drooling cocksucking that she was performing on the large sausage that was riding in her mouth, Herb said, “shit boys, this cunt sure does pass the fuck test.”
“Now you
king-sized prick teaser, you had better get used to this, cause you are going
to be getting it this way every minute that you are in
When the two ball shriveled men pulled out of her they had to lean up against the wall to recover from the most satisfying climax they had ever had. Paul slid out from under her wet tits, leaped to his feet, then grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her up to a standing position, then led her into the filthy bathroom. The open door was pressed up against the side wall. He got her inside the small, trashed room and had her back up to the doorknob. He pulled her head down by the back of her neck, until her body was parallel to the ground. He then pushed the crotch of her tights aside and pressed her pussy lips up against the large dirty knob and continued to force her backwards until the knob popped fully into her cunt, with a sloshy splop. “ Now fuck it baby,” he ordered.
Femme Courageous accommodated him and began moving back and forth, impaling herself, over and over, on the large, hard device, until her cuntal juices had it coated to the point where her thick moisture was running down the door. The other two men, having finally recovered, came over and stood watching the gorgeous body fuck itself with the brass colored protrusion, just like it was a cock. Satisfied with her job on the substitute dildo, Paul pulled her off of it and turned her 180 degrees, grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her mouth over the dripping knob and said, “now suck it you fucking tramp, while I get me some anal from you.” He pulled her red tights down to her knees, ran his cock into her semen and cuntal juice filled snatch and began getting his pecker well lubed up.
Femme Courageous pressed one hand against the door and the other one against the wall and braced herself, as she sucked the slippery wet brass knob, giving it a very earthy head job, as she waited for Paul to make his next move. Before long she felt him pull his soaked weapon out of her steaming cunt and place its head against her anus and begin to shove it home. Her rear channel was tight and it took some strenuous battering for him to be able to get full penetration, an effort on his part that she very much enjoyed, as she successfully kept giving the big doorknob a good sucking, without choking on it.
When he’d gotten his entire cock inside of her, they both let the air out of their lungs with a big whoosh, pleased as hell. He then got a firm hand hold on her hips and really went after her with a righteous rump pumping as his two buddies watched in fascination. The once dirty, juice slick door knob was now sucked sparkling clean, while Paul held her lower body clamped in both hands and used his thick tool to really loosen up the rear channel he was so happily violating.
Herb said, “Jesus, Paul, this is one triple X porn show you are putting on with that Ho, but lets not give her the wrong impression that Tijuana is going to be nothing but fun like this. Now bimbo, remember from now on that Wiseguys never let girls off easy and they like to get real physical with their rented bitches. Herb said, “lets try something on her that Paul saw Carmen’s son Frankie do to one of his big titted girl friends.”
He sat down and pulled off his heavy shoes, handed one to Oscar and said, “Hold that right under her tit.” Oscar did and Herb grabbed the shoe strings and quickly knotted them around her erect nipple, real tight. “Now drop the shoe, Oscar,” he instructed. He did and the string went taut and stretched the tit down, bringing a very pained moan from the stunning woman. They quickly did the same thing to her other tit then stood back and watched Paul pound fudge hard, his hard body blows rippling her body flesh and making the heavy shoes jump under the tits that they were attached too, stretching them cruelly. “After watching her take the abuse she was getting, Herb said, “Shit guys, I believe this really is a super heroine.”
Paul moaned and said, “I’ll vouch for one thing, this gorgeous slut takes one hell of a good ass fucking and he shot his first cum volley deep inside her accommodating back well. When he was finally on empty and her anal channel was on full, he jerked his ooze covered prick out of her rear channel, grabbed her by the hair, pulled her mouth off of the knob and replaced it with a mouthful of his dripping cockmeat, saying, “remember, baby, when you do the Mob, you always have to clean them up afterwards. She closed her mouth over the tasty treat that had just given her a shuddering anal climax and left it as clean as the doorknob.
- THE
FBI SUCCESSFULLY RECRUITS BLUNDER BROAD FOR THEIR MOB SPY PROJECT / BLUNDIE PUTS OUT FOR HER NEW FANS:
They removed the shoestrings from her nipples leaving her mind clouded with pure sex, then led her back into the bedroom and sat her on the side of the bed. Herb looked down at her erotically expressive face, that was sensually lost in lustful sexual thoughts and said, “Well you have convinced me that you are a super heroine, but I don’t believe that Femme Courageous is your real name.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his FBI badge, put it in front of her face and said, “the three of us are with the FBI.” That pronouncement sobered Blundie, as though she had been slapped in the face. She looked at the badge, then looked up into Herb’s face and said, “but Sharkey said you were with the Mob.” “Yeah, Paul lied to your pimp, but, believe me, we are FBI agents,” he assured her.
“My God, you aren’t going to arrest me for doing this are you,” she asked, suddenly frightened for her reputation? “”We will if we don’t get some correct answers from you. But the real answer to your question is no, assuming that you are who we think you are. We are really here to recruit you to help us on a Mob Spy Project that we are assigned too. But first we want to know who you really are, because we are sure that your real super heroine name isn’t Femme Courageous.” “Oh but it is,” she responded, pleadingly. Herb ignored her words and went on, saying, “We think that Femme Courageous is just an alias you are using and that you are really Blunder Broad.” When she heard her real name, she reacted as though she had been shot and the three agents saw a look of guilt flash across her face as she cried out, “No, really, I am Femme Courageous.”
“Honey, we have traced you down through our top secret files and have determined that you are, in civilian life, Dana King.” Blundie squirmed in uncontrollable misery, and wished she could just run away. The fear for her reputation now overwhelmed the nympho messages coming from her sex costume and she was so crushed with concern that she started transforming back to being Blunder Broad, in spite of having the sex costume on.
“Herb went on, “Now, we have a picture of Dana King out in our car and if we get it and take your mask off of you, I’m absolutely certain that your face and our picture of Ms King will match. Shall I have Oscar go and get the picture?” “No, that won’t be necessary,” she said, slumping in resignation as she reached up and unmasked herself. Herb looked at the incredibly beautiful face and said, “God damned boys, she really is Dana King.”
The three agents looked at her with astonished gazes, as though they were in the presence of a movie star and they looked as though they wanted to ask for her autograph. Herb said, “Ms Broad, we apologize for treating you so roughly, but it was part of our job to do it.” She quickly removed her boots and gloves to eliminate the possibility of the sex costume transforming her back into Femme Courageous. Under these circumstances, she needed to keep her wits about her, so she had to make sure that she stayed in her Blunder Broad mode.
She looked up at the handsome agent and said, “Oh, that’s okay, I understand, but what is this Spy Project you are trying to recruit me for?” Herb quickly knelt in front of her, like a star struck puppy, and explained the project, the upcoming Mob party and meeting in Tijuana that she was being booked for by her pimp to attend and how she and two other super heroines from San Diego would be used as real live transmitting devices to eavesdrop on the Mob, while they performed their jobs as orgy girls for the Mafia Bosses.
As she listened to it all unfold, her excitement grew. When Herb was through with his explanations, she smiled and said, “God, I would be thrilled to participate in the project. It all sounds like such an opportunity for me to make a real contribution to reducing crime.” Herb, said, “That’s fantastic, thanks Ms Broad, it is a pleasure to welcome you aboard. As we have just shown you, your task won’t be an easy one, but the whole effort will be very rewarding. And let me apologize again for what we just put you through.”
“Oh think nothing of it. Actually, I must confess that I actually enjoyed it very much, you guys really know how to work a girl over. Your stimulating attentions, combined with hearing all about the Mafia Spy Project and what I can do to help my government, has made me all hot and bothered and feeling as though we should have sex again.” “Damn, Ms Broad, you mean that you will really let all of us fuck the real Blunder Broad, without having to trick you into it like we just did?” “That is exactly what I mean,” she said sensuously, as she got up and pressed her body against Herb’s, wrapping her arms around him as she began French kissing him.
By the time the steamy kiss was completed, the other two agents had moved in around her and she was soon totally encased in the arms and legs of these three adoring new fans of hers, who also happened to be good looking, well muscled and well hung FBI Agents. Soon they guided her over to the bed and pushed her down on the filthy, cum stained mattress and made an octopus pile with her.
Her new boyfiends/fans filled their mouths with sumptuous, famous flesh and her holes with fingers. Lots and lots of fingers, sometimes with the fingers from all three of their hands being in the same hole, at the same time. Her mouth was never empty. Fingers, cocks, toes of shoes, her latex panties, toes, scrotums, anuses and a couple of other things they found in the debris of the room that she didn’t even recognize. After a long session of this pleasurable, extremely stimulating foreplay, all four of them were ready and anxious to fuck like minks.
The imaginative, very horny government employees dragged the nasty overstuffed chair over to the bed and put its back against the side of it. The remainder of her costume was now all around her waist and they picked her up and laid her on her back, upside down, on the chair. Her head was hanging off of the seat cushion, her ass was up in the air, its cheeks pressed against the top of the head rest of the dirt caked chair and the bottoms of her feet were aimed at the ceiling. Her arms were wrapped around the chair’s padded arms, gripping them firmly to keep herself from sliding off onto the floor, on her head.
A now naked, except for his shoes and socks, Oscar jumped up on the mattress and backed up to the top of the chair until his crotch was right above her upturned one. He then grabbed his stiff cock and guided it as he squatted down and plunged it into her waiting cunt. He groaned with unbelievable pleasure, as his meat was swallowed by the world famous pussy which, when his rigid flesh pole had reached bottom, squeezed it and held on to it like a wet hot oven, letting the male meat cook a little, before the fucking of her began.
While Oscar was taking a brief moment to enjoy the intense wet heat of the famous super heroine’s very experienced snatch, Herb knelt in front of her gorgeous, upside down face and plugged his cock into the waiting, open mouth and felt the whole thing slide effortlessly down her throat until his balls were resting on her nose and forehead.
The three agents then began, in earnest, a sexual game of musical chairs and they followed a path around her body, over and over. After Oscar had plunged his prick into Blunder Broad’s upside down pussy a dozen times he stood up, jumped off of the bed and just as Herb pulled his pecker out of her mouth, stuffed his own dripping dong in and let her get a full suck taste of herself.
While that was going on, Paul jumped onto the bed, undressed in the same manner as Oscar was, and also backed up to the chair and squatted over the super heroine’s well hammered, aimed at the ceiling, crotch and plunged his pecker down into her asshole and began reaming it hard. After his dozen thrusts into the exquisite, only slightly loosened, anal channel, he pulled out, leaped off of the bed and as Oscar jerked his just cleaned prong out, Paul stuffed his very flavorful penis down the super heroine’s throat and gave her a completely different taste of herself, while Herb was now on the bed backing up and squat mounting her crotch and slamming his thick cock down into her waiting twat.
The three of them, as they thoroughly used her magnificent body, were triply turned on by the fact that their sexual prize was so famous. This was like getting to fuck Marilyn Monroe or Nina Mercedez and the turn on for the three Agents was fantastic. As the musical chairs game went on and as they realized that she was red hot and wasn’t going to deny them anything, they got more callous and used her exactly like the whore she had come there to be and got nasty as hell with her, both physically and verbally.
Blundie, totally excited by the Mob Spy Project and fully turned on by the agent’s very callous use of her body, got just as totally nasty for them and treated them to every sexual skill that she had. After an exhausting, exhilarating session of this very lewd fun, she was eventually presented with a major cum load in each well reamed out orifice.
- AN EROTIC FLIGHT BACK TO FRISCO / THE
MILE HIGH CLUB IS JOINED:
Their game completed, to the immense gratification of them all, they began getting dressed, with Blundie donning her traveling clothes. The dressing took a long time since the three entranced, star-struck government agents insisted that the dressing activities be done with their mouths filled with her flesh. Flushed from the excitement created by their dirty sexual fun, the four finally made it out to the agents government issue car. Oscar drove, while the other two sat in the back seat with their famous recruit squeezed tightly between them. On the short trip to the airport terminal, her back seat companions helped themselves to a last few kisses and feels and observed again, how truly spectacular she was, in every way.
Her new, up close and personal, fans now didn’t want to let her go and finally decided to make the plane trip to Frisco with her, so they could extend their time together for another couple of hours. They bought round trip tickets and got on the plane with her. Besides the four of them, there were only a dozen or so other passengers on the aircraft. The three FBI Agents took Blundie to the very last row of the aircraft and sat her down. Herb and Paul sat on each side of her in the three seat row and Oscar leaned over the seat that was right in front of her.
They resumed running their hands and mouths all over her until it was time for take-off. Only the extremely pretty, coal black stewardess was able to see what was going on and she didn’t object at all, because she was enjoying watching the graphic foreplay session so much, thinking that Blundie was these three lucky guys beautiful, very hot, incredibly built date. In fact she really wanted to join them and have her own chance to get her hands on the gorgeous morsel of creamy white flesh.
Once they were airborne, the same playful action was resumed, but this time it included the use of a pocket rocket vibrator, supplied by the eager black stewardess. While the men held Blundie the girl ran the small but powerful vibrator over her jean covered crotch and then got her hand under the shirt and bra the Anglo was wearing and applied it directly to her big nipples, the action making Blundie’s legs go weak before she finally climaxed.
Immediately Herb took Blundie by the hand and led her back to the aircraft’s restroom and took her inside with him. In the tiny, cramped room they worked to pull her tight jeans off, and then she leaned her left shoulder against one of the walls and put her right foot up on the closed lid of the toilet seat, exposing her cunt. Herb wedged himself against her crotch, from the side, then grabbed her by the neck and shoved her head against the wall before he speared her twat with his large tool and started pumping it up into her super heated channel, with a pistoning motion.
His efforts soon had her drooling with passion and moaning loudly from the intense pleasure she was experiencing from his aggressive manhandling of her body. Soon he sent a cum load up into her pussy and they both joined the mile high club together. When he’d completely emptied his balls, they uncoupled and she sat down on the toilet seat, let him insert his dripping prick into her mouth and proceeded to lick him clean. His now sparkling flesh tube returned inside of his pants, he said, “stay right here.” He opened the door and went out and was quickly replaced by Oscar.
Oscar wedged himself in, dropped his pants and sat down on the toilet seat, then guided her anus down over his stiff cock and let the already well stirred, oozing rear channel absorb his cockmeat completely. She then placed her hands on the close in walls of the cubby hole room and began bouncing up and down on the male pole, while Oscar wrapped his arms around her upper body and grabbed her vibrating tits and mauled them with a pleasing degree of hard abuse.
They were each moaning from the incredibly nasty pleasure they were experiencing in these very cramped quarters, until finally Oscar’s harder than steel dong, went off inside of her, like a roman candle, sending her to her own shuddering climax. He stood up and managed to get her onto her knees and, as he straddled the commode, he let her fully taste her extremely flavorful anal channel again, with a series of loud, slurping licks.
Oscar went out and when Paul came in, he had the spicy black stewardess with him and they all barely managed to squeeze into the tiny room and close the door behind them. Paul dropped his pants to his ankles and sat on the toilet seat, grasped Blundie by the hips and pulled her pussy down onto his stiff prick and buried it in her. Meanwhile the stewardess had stripped off her panties and without hesitation, stuffed the slickly damp, fragrant red bikini lingerie into Blundie’s mouth. She then ducked her head down and sucked one of the huge white tits into her mouth and sucked it hard as she squeezed it between her hands, bringing some very pleased moans from the bounce fucking Anglo beauty.
She moved to the other breast and did the same, then moved her lips up and French kissed the beautiful woman, leaving the panties in her mouth as their tongues fought through the silken material to reach each other. The kiss was long and lewdly given and during all of it, the black girl pinched Blundie’s nipples and stroking her clit, while Paul kept forking her deep. The girl broke the kiss and said to Paul, “switch holes and stick your cock up her ass, so I can use her cunt.” Paul skillfully made a mid-bounce switch and his weapon went right up into Blundie’s well stretched back hole, without missing a beat.
The stewardess kept one hand on the back of Blundie’s neck and continued kissing her panty filled mouth, while she ran her other hand down between Blundie’s legs and stuffed four fingers into the oozing cunt, prodding it hard and deep. Then she brought that hand up and, while still kissing Blundie, forced the fingers into the Anglo’s mouth and the two of them shared equally in the slick wetness dripping off of the black fingers. The stewardess did this a half dozen times and the wet, sloppy, tasty kissing was driving them both wild.
Finally the black girl broke the hot, lewd kissing match and had Paul change holes again, while she boosted her ass up on the small counter, spread her thighs and braced herself by pressing her high heeled shoes against the walls, then placed her pussy right in front of Blundie’s face, ready to be eaten. She reached out and pulled the panties out of the waiting mouth, while Paul put his hands against the back of Blundie’s head and pushed it forward, mashing her face into the stewardess’s completely unshaven, very hairy crotch. Blundie went to work eating the bright red gash with gusto. The pussy slit was surrounded by the thickest curly pubic hair Blundie had ever heen in and so much of it was continually up her nose, that she sometimes struggled to get enough air through her nostrils to keep her lungs filled with air.
Paul still had her ass banging up and down on his prick and the action kept thrusting Blundie’s whole face fully into the wet thatch of black and her nose, tongue and chin all kept the hot slit filled and violated, much to the pleasure of the over stimulated stewardess. Blundie then added a couple of fingers to the mix and started probing the tasty, dripping gash with them, as well as with her tongue. Seeing that the black girl was enjoying the added action, Blundie added a third finger and then a fourth and finally forced her knuckles in the widening red gash, as well. Then she reached the gooey hand up to the girl’s mouth and stuck it in, knuckle deep, and made her suck the whole thing. She then withdrew the fingers and re-entered the girl’s delicious hole again and when it was fully coated again, removed it and stuck it in her own mouth.
After several turns of this wonderful nastiness, the stewardess raised her ass up high enough for Blundie’s tongue to find her anus and in it went, her tongue’s entry into the dark hole, causing the almost delirious girl to climax. Blundie proceeded to eat out both holes of the hairy crotch, until all three of them erupted in a wild joint climax that left them all limp.
The shaking stewardess found her panties, put them on, straightened out her clothing, kissed Blundie passionately and left. Blundie got off of Paul’s wilting pole and helped him up and keeled down and licked his nasty cock off. He got his pants buckled up and also left. Blundie struggled back into her jeans, freshened herself up and came out to her four lovers, looking fresh and radiant. They spent what was left of the trip passing her around from lap to lap, including that of the stewardess, groping her until it was time to land.
On the ground, the three FBI agents reluctantly bid her goodbye and watched the incredible, insatiable body of their favorite super heroine star, walk away from them with an extra bounce in her step and an extra twist in her strut. Her smile was electric as she swung through the terminal; encompassed by the eyes of all of the people she walked by. She hadn’t had a more satisfying day of sex in a long time. She was hoping that she might meet the three of them again, while working on their new Mob Spy Project.
As she drove home she called Sharkey and brought him up to date on only what he absolutely needed to know. He insisted that she drop by his office and give him a more personal report. She grimaced, knowing how much her creepy pimp liked to fuck Femme Courageous after he knew she had just been gang banged. Well she shrugged, being selected to work on this important Spy Project made everything palatable. She turned the car for home so she could change back into the sex costume Gala had made for her and become Femme Courageous again, for Sharkey. She guessed that this was what was called having to take the very bad with the very good.