M & M SERIES
SAVING THE MILF’S – Part 1 of 2
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, totally debauched and sometimes disgustingly demeaned and humiliated, while in the pursuit of their worthy goals.
FRIDAY AFTERNOON:
- WE’RE IN A CRISIS / MILF GULABILITY:
San Diego Chief of Police Callahan was grinding his teeth as he nervously awaited the arrival of the Mayor’s two prize super heroines. He had been in a few meetings that the two drop dead gorgeous super broads had attended and the mere sight of the sensationally equipped, half-dressed bimbos had driven him crazy.
It was common, but unverified, gossip around City Hall that the Mayor was forking them both on the side and the mere chance that those salacious rumors might be true, made his whole body go stiff, as though he’d just swallowed a giant Viagra. This was his first meeting alone with them and he knew that it was going to be all he could do to keep from crawling over the top of his desk and chasing them around his office.
He saw the door open and his receptionist usher The Blonde Avenger and Red Ryder into his office. The shortish, chubby Chief stood up behind his desk and shook their hands, saying, “Thank you for coming in on such short notice. Please have a seat.”
The pair decorously planted themselves in the chairs that were in front of his desk and the goggle eyed Chief, after watching all of the superbly curved flesh settle into the leather covered seats, sat back down, with his mouth beginning to fill with saliva. Then they both crossed their legs simultaneously and he almost passed out when all of the blood in his body rushed to his cock, giving him the biggest woody he’d ever had.
With drool slurred speech, he choked out “Ladies, we have a very serious crisis on our hands. As you know the Mayor is out of the country, but when I called him about this very disturbing problem we are facing, he recommended that I call you two in for a meeting. He was absolutely certain that you would be able to help take care of this pressing matter for us.”
Mona, The Blonde Avenger, said, “Well Chief, we appreciate the Mayor’s confidence in us, so please tell us all about the case and we will do everything we can to help.” Callahan, having trouble tearing his eyes away from the two amazing racks and laps, stammered on, “Well, let me get right to it. During the last month some young hotshots have been pulling a sexual exploitation scam on some of our city’s unsuspecting, gullible women, all of whom, it turns out, are married and have teenage children at home.”
“The wonderfully endowed victims of this crude scam who, in the vernacular of the times, are referred to as MILF’s, all appear to have been bored and restless housewives who were out looking for an opportunity to add a little excitement to their lives and, letting their clits cloud their better judgment, were dumb enough to fall for the scam that these scallywags perpetrated on them,” the Chief said, pounding his fist on the desk in anger.
Red Ryder politely asked, “Just exactly how does the scam work, Chief Callahan?” “Well, from the handful of wives who we’ve been able to interview, it appears that in the afternoons three young punks drive their van to the highest class shopping center in the city, park, then watch for attractive, skimpily clad young women to come out of the mall, alone, and start walking across the parking lot towards their car. When they spot a particularly well endowed target, they pull their van up beside her, as she walks along, and start complimenting her on how great she looks.”
“The foolish, susceptible women stop and thank them for their compliments and start talking to them. At some point in the conversation, the punk bastards inform the sexually starved broads that they are in the movie business and are out scouting for a woman who looks exactly like she does, to be cast in the new movie they are making. Don’t try and figure out why they do it, but the gullible, hair-brained bimbos fall for that line of bull shit, hook, line and sinker and let themselves be talked into getting into the van with the lying weasels.”
“And keep in mind that we aren’t talking about innocent young teenage girls, here. The victims have been mostly very affluent women in their thirties, who are old enough to know better. Hell, I even talked to one babe who was in her forties.” Mona and Margie could see his eyes turn a little glassy as he said, hazily, “Damn that one was a fine looking bitch, though. What a fuck’n body she had on her.” There was a few moments of silence, before the Chief snapped out of the trance he was in, shook his head to clear it and said, “Please excuse my digressions, ladies, but it fries my ass when gorgeous, well-to-do housewives do really stupid things like these broads have done.”
His mind now back on track, he went on, “Now once they talk the victim into getting into the van, they start feeling her up while they bull shit her and when she’s been properly primed, they tell her that she is so beautiful and sexy that they want to audition her for a part in their movie, right now. After she bites for the audition, they spring it on her that the movie they are shooting is adult in nature and, believe it or not, the star struck bitches aren’t fazed a bit and agree to let them start auditioning them right in the van,” the Chief said, shaking his head in disbelief, as he secretly wondered where these kinds of stacked, easy to ball sluts had been when he was out trying to sew his own wild oats in his own youth.
Then, while the driver of the van circles the lot, the two guys in the back seat with the female, use the casting couch method of auditioning her and, amazingly, the dumb ass bitches readily agree to give them head and a lot more, right in the god damned van. Then, when she has completely compromised herself, they convince the round heeled slut to go with them for a screen test. The anxious to star housewives, having by now swallowed at least two loads of cum, readily agree to the proposition.
Then the young shitheads take the dizzy dames to an old warehouse they have rented, where they have a bedroom set all rigged up in the middle of the floor, with some camcorders set up around the bed. The stupid cunts immediately jump in the sack and have sex with the three perpetrators, right in front of the fuck’n cameras.
Once they have shot the consensual sex part on film, the guys start escalating their activities into some really raunchy, nasty, abusive stuff and end up treating the now trapped MILF’s worse than a common whore, while they record that part of the action on film, too. When they have done everything they want to with the mindless MILF and have fucked her brains out, they take her back to the mall and dump her out. The sorely used housewives, embarrassed at having been so thoroughly duped, never told anyone anything because they knew that the film clearly showed that they willingly gave it up to the young punks.
Everything was rocking along fine for the rotten bastards until one of the women’s husbands was at home when she returned and wanted a piece of her ass. In the process of sticking his nose into the middle of her snatch, he discovered nasty, irrefutable evidence that she’d been out screwing around. He yelled vile accusations at her and, under pressure, she confessed about what had happened, but made it sound as though the young men had abducted her and raped her. He called the police, screaming bloody murder and we immediately had to look into the problem, in complete depth.
Reviewing the Mall parking lot surveillance cameras, we were able to identify a half dozen of the victims. We brought them in to the station, under a cloak of secrecy, interviewed them and got all of the details that I have just passed on to you.
Through a check of the license plate numbers and the help of one of our informants, we have even been able to identify exactly who the three perpetrators are. The problem is that the only thing the guys have done, so far, is dupe some stacked, over sexed, promiscuous, trophy housewives into letting themselves get completely screwed over by them. That may be a despicable thing for them to do, but it’s not against the law. Hell, all men tell lies every day, just to get into a gullible woman’s panties.
The guys didn’t solicit or pay for the round heeled slut’s sexual services and they did let the witless broads star in a movie and, as far as we have been able to determine, they haven’t tried to sell the movies anywhere. So, at this point, there is absolutely nothing we can do to them. Let’s face it; the loose, married honeys just got themselves totally fucked by being dim-witted, over-clitted, bimbos.
The young horse’s asses undoubtedly forced the dumb ass wives to do some things, sexually, that demeaned the hell out of them, but it’s one person’s word against the word of three. Besides, these upper class women would never embarrass themselves by testifying in court. And, although the punks worked the MILF’s over real hard, they didn’t actually physically hurt or injure them. So our hands are completely tied in the matter.
Now we come to what brings us her today, ladies. During the investigation, our informant uncovered some very disturbing additional news about the miscreant’s activities. Apparently, they have been so successful with this MILF scam that they have decided to turn it into a money making business enterprise.
It turns out that,
just last week, they ran an ad in a secret
Their new scam is going to operate exactly like the old one did, with the only change being that now there will be a half a dozen or more horny assed guys waiting at the warehouse to watch the preliminaries and then, when that show is over with, they will charge in and force the stupid, unsuspecting MILF into a no holds barred, royal gang fuck.
Fortunately, we have uncovered this dastardly plot just in time. They are planning to have the first MILF gang bang Sunday afternoon. We have to stop it, but we’re handicapped by the fact that the perpetrators still haven’t committed any kind of jailable crime. The only way we can arrest them and make it stick legally, is by catching them in the act of committing the gang rape for money. If we move in too soon, any slick defense attorney will get them sprung in a heartbeat.
Normally, under these circumstances, we would set up a sting operation, using a policewoman as the bait. But in this case, since there is no solicitation of sex for money, the female bait will have to let herself be forced into having sex with the scam artist’s, then their paying customers, before we can make any arrests. Therefore, since the bait has to let herself get fucked in order to trigger an arrest, we can’t use any of our regular police women.
So, that’s were
you two come in. When I talked to the
Mayor, he assured me that being raped is an experience you have both dealt with
many times in your capacities as super heroines and honorary
The Chief paused for breath, then asked, “Now do either of you see anything wrong with this plan?” “Only a couple of things, Chief,” said The Blonde Avenger, “first, we only work with our masks on, so neither one of us can be the bait, and, second, Red Ryder can’t work on weekends, due to family commitments, plus the fact that she’s going to L.A. Sunday afternoon to get her Outstanding Achievement award from the Governor.”
“But ladies, my plan only works if there is someone like you to be the bait,” Callahan wailed in frustration. Mona and Margie looked at each other questioningly then, finally, Margie said to her mother, “If she is available, my new girlfriend is in town for a few days and I’m sure that she would be more than willing to be the bait in this kind of sting.”
Mona’s eyes got steely at the mere mention of the new female friend her daughter was currently having a fling with. Then, just as suddenly, her eyes brightened when it dawned on her how fortuitous it was to be given the opportunity to use this wicked jezebel of a competitor for her daughter’s attentions, as rape bait. “This is just what the impertinent bitch deserves,” she thought to herself. She smiled, knowingly, looked at Margie and said, “that’s an excellent idea, darling.”
“Why thank you,” Margie replied proudly, then turned to Chief Callahan and said, “We may have the solution for you, Chief. The friend I am talking about would be perfect bait for this sting. She is gorgeous, stacked beyond belief and very, very experienced in every conceivable act of sex.”
“Well she may be a good candidate, alright,” responded the doubtful Chief, “but remember we are talking about a major gang banging here. I’m not sure that we should be drafting a citizen in to do this kind of sting.”
Red Ryder quickly explained, “Well she’s not really an ordinary citizen, Chief, she is an Amazon, just like we are, but from a lesser tribe that does not have all of the strengths and skills that we do. You might say that she is kind of a distant cousin. But, believe me, she’s a real swinger who had done a lot of gang banging, so participating in this kind of sting won’t bother her a bit.”
“Well okay, ladies, time is of the essence. The Mayor said to let you take the lead on this, so if you are absolutely sure about what you are doing, go right ahead,” the Chief conceded. Red Ryder said, “Great, I’ll go in the other room and call her and see if she’s available to do it on Sunday.”
The Chief watched the tiny costumed, awesomely curved super heroine wiggle out of the room and Mona finally had to clear her throat loudly to get his attention off of Red Ryder’s ass. The Chief guiltily turned towards her, in time to hear her say, “Okay Chief, if she returns with a confirmation that her girlfriend will do this, Red Ryder will drop out of the operation and I will take the “bait” to the shopping center and carry out the sting. All you need to do is give me the signaling device I will need to attach to my power belt, that will enable me to contact the backups, instantaneously, when I am ready for them.”
The Chief pulled a tiny magnetized, electronic signaler out of his desk drawer, lumbered to his feet and came around to where she was sitting and handed it to her. As she took it from him and stuck it on her power belt, the Chief immediately fell on his knees and blubbered, “I can’t take looking at your fantastic body any longer, you must let me fuck you.” Before she could move, he reached in and pulled her left breast out of the low cut bodice of her costume and stuck the tip of it into his mouth, then greedily sucked it down as far as it would go, leaving him looking like some kind of perverted blowfish.
Calmly she said, “Now Chief, you must stop doing this and get a hold of yourself.” Callahan, of course, was in no position to give a response and, instead, got a further hold on her body by thrusting a hand between her thighs, grabbing a handful of crotch and squeezing it so hard that her puffy pussy lips, along with the material of her golden tights, were oozing out from between his fingers.
Suddenly the door opened and Red Ryder burst back into the room. Paying absolutely no attention to what was going on, she announced, “I had to bribe her, but she has agreed to do it. Her husband is out of town, so she is free to do whatever she wants all weekend.” “That’s great news honey, now why don’t you help me get the Chief to his feet and lets put him back in his chair,” Mona requested, patiently.
The nonplused Red Ryder came over, hooked her hands under Callahan’s armpits and smoothly lifted him to his feet. Since her tit was still clamped firmly in his mouth, The Blonde Avenger was dragged up with him. With her tit still inserted between his clenched teeth and his hand still holding a fist full of her crotch, Mona helped Margie slowly start working the sex maddened copper back around his desk.
As they proceeded towards his chair, he took his free hand and unzipped his pants and let his swollen woody pop out. He immediately straddled Mona’s thigh and started humping her leg like a horny dog. He was as busy as a one armed paper hanger and the two of them finally had to drag the sucking, squeezing, humping, half-crazed police chief the rest of the way to his chair.
When they got him there, Red Ryder placed her thumbs against the wild-eyed cop’s jaws and forced him to open his mouth, so Mona could extract her reddened, erect nippled areola from the Chief’s slobbering mouth. While Red Ryder held him, Mona forcefully removed his hand from her crotch, then told Margie to pull him off of her leg.
They wrestled him into his swivel chair, then Red Ryder stood behind it and held him in place by the shoulders, his cock sticking straight up out of his pants, quivering, as it looked for someplace to get in to. The Blonde Avenger stood in front of him and said, “Now Chief, will you please promise to behave yourself?”
The overweight policeman, breathing like a steam engine, gasped, “Yes, but you can’t leave me in this condition. My cock is so hard that I think it’s going to split open and my balls are killing me.”
“Oh, for god’s sake, Chief Callahan, you are such a baby,” The Blonde Avenger scolded him. She went over and picked up a small plastic waste basket and came back with it. “Stand him up, darling,” she instructed her daughter.
Red Ryder got the sweating body to its feet and Mona held the waste basket under his crotch, in one hand, then spit into the palm of her other gloved hand and grabbed his iron bar cock in it. She slid her saliva slickened glove up and down his shaft, but her glove wasn’t quite wet enough for a good hand job, so she said to her daughter, “Spit on his cock.” Margie leaned in between them, put her face over the stiff pole and spit on it. It took three more of her spits before it met Mona’s slickness standard. She then aimed the cock’s bulbous, leaking head down into the waste basket and started jacking him off with practiced skill.
Callahan watched the golden glove slide up and down on his overwrought pecker shaft, in pleased amazement and, in his dire, over stimulated state, it didn’t take long for her talented hand to produce an explosion of cum that shot into the waiting waste basket, splattering spunk all over the bottom of it.
When his volleys began to diminish, Mona put the basket in one of his hands and his still spurting prick in the other, then said to Red Ryder, “Honey, lets go home and call your girlfriend and work out the details of the sting with her.” She looked over at Callahan, smiled and said, “Okay Chief, the “bait” and I will be at the shopping center at 4 P.M. on Sunday, ready to go. See you when it’s all over.”
The shaking Chief fell backwards into his overstuffed swivel chair, still holding his cock and the sticky waste basket, as he watched the four outrageously bouncing ass cheeks move towards the door. His face flushed with passion and worry, he pleaded, “You won’t say anything about this to the Mayor, will you?”
Mona looked back over her shoulder and said, “Of course not, silly, this happens to us all the time. We’re flattered by your obvious interest,” and she blew him a kiss, as they disappeared out the door.
NOON SUNDAY:
- THE TERMS OF THE BRIBE WERE WHAT? / @#$%^&*!:
Mona was sitting in the breakfast nook smiling, as she took a last sip of coffee. She wasn’t sure which she was going to enjoy the most today; arresting the sex scam artists or letting the rotten bastards have a little extra time raping Margie’s new girl friend, Cowgirl, on the pretense of making sure that she, as The Blonde Avenger, had more than enough evidence on all of the offenders, to arrest them and make it stick in court. “Better to error on the side of having more that enough rather than too little,” she laughed to herself.
Although she had never met Margie’s new girlfriend, Mona absolutely detested the woman. The source of this intense dislike was not because she was more than a little annoyed by the bitch’s tight, invasive relationship with her daughter; it was the fact that the harlot was a fellow Amazon, from the Ankarian tribe, a group who were the ancient antagonists of her own tribe, the Tristans.
Neither Amazonian group could stand the other. The Tristans considered themselves vastly superior to the Ankarians, who they saw as being shiftless, lazy, oversexed, promiscuous creatures, who wouldn’t do any work at all, unless it could be done horizontally. In return, the Ankarians hated the Tristans because the haughty bitches looked down on them and treated them as inferiors; useless creatures who refused to do anything constructive with their lives.
The Ankarian’s shortcomings and indolence were particularly irritating to the Tristans because of the fact that their amazingly gorgeous antagonists had the maddening penchant of marrying rich husbands, through the skillful use of their wanton, horizontal sexuality, and thereby avoided having to pay any penalty for their permanent state of languidness.
Centuries of Ankarian sloth had atrophied their strengths, making them totally unfit to be super heroines. They could still take and quickly recover from a beating, as well as ever, but they weren’t willing to fight back, opting instead to let themselves get fucked, as the easy way out. This perpetual willingness to surrender is what made Margie’s girlfriend, Cowgirl, the perfect “bait” for today’s sting operation.
The physical weakness of the Ankarians was why her daughter had met Cowgirl in the first place. Margie had been put into a situation where she had had no choice but to blow her cover and exert her super heroine powers to save the Ankarian from being raped and perhaps seriously injured.
After she had rescued the Ankarian tart, the two of them had been instantly attracted to each other and, in a moment of almost hypnotic sexual stimulation, Margie had violated the sacred protocol of Amazonian secrecy by confessing to Cowgirl that she was the daughter of the well known super heroine, The Blonde Avenger. When Mona had found out about this indiscretion, she had berated her daughter mercilessly. Of course it was a total waste of time because it was too late; Cowgirl already knew who they were.
While Mona
was in her kitchen going through this thought process, Margie, dressed in her
Red Ryder costume, was sitting in the back seat of a City of
After last Friday’s meeting with Chief Callahan, Mona hadn’t bothered to ask her about the bribe she had mentioned, assuming that it was something that was between she and her new female fling. Knowing how much her mother hated Cowgirl for being an Ankarian, Margie had kept the terms of the bribe to herself, because she knew that Mona was going to go absolutely berserk when she told her the full details of the deal.
Because she knew exactly what her mother’s reaction was going to be, Margie had elected to wait until the absolute last minute to tell her about it. She reasoned that, by doing it this way, she would be putting her mother in a position where it would be too late for her to wiggle out of paying off on the bribe. She knew that, under no circumstance, would Mona do anything to jeopardize the sting operation and, therefore, would eventually relent and agree to do what the terms of the bribe demanded of her.
Margie took a deep breath, then
picked up her cell phone and called Mona.
Sure enough, as expected, her mother went right through the roof when
she found find out that “she” was the bribe.
She was absolutely livid to hear that her daughter had committed her to
go over to Cowgirl’s
In between her mother’s angry rants, Margie explained that, under the provisions of the bribe, Mona was to let Cowgirl do whatever she wanted to do to her, so that the “bait” could warm herself up sexually and get completely turned on and in the proper mood to successfully carry out her part in the sting.
While listening to Mona fume, Margie didn’t feel bad or guilty about tricking her mother this way. She was just doing what had to be done in order to assure that the sting operation would be successful. Hey, the Police Chief had needed a suitable “bait” candidate for this very important sting operation and she was providing him with an ideal one. Of course, everything comes at a price and this prize “bait” was no different. Besides she always enjoyed sharing everything with her mother, even her spicy flings.
Actually Margie thought that, all
things considered, Cowgirl was not making an unreasonable demand. After all, as the “bait”, she was going to
have to let herself be seduced by the scam artists, then be forced into letting
a group of paying Johns/rapists gang bang her.
She was more than willing to do this, in order to be able to get the
evidence necessary to arrest these fiendish MILF cruisers and their customers,
thereby making
Knowing that it would be a waste of time, Margie didn’t even try to share her reasoning with her steaming Mother, but just patiently took the chewing out and waited for Mona to finally give up and accept the fact that she had no choice but to perform the bribe.
Of course the reason for the hot tempered Mona’s wild anger was not that she was being forced into having sex with her daughter’s new Ankarian girlfriend. It was because she knew from experience that the naturally duplicitous Ankarian woman was seizing on this opportunity to get her hands on her new girlfreind’s Tristan mother, so she could lord it over her and really rub her nose in it, about the kinky control she had over her daughter and her wildly responsive orifices. All this being a part of accomplishing what all Ankarians loved to do, dominate and humiliate a Tristan.
With a last screamed oath, Mona hung up from the heated call and instantly found herself, not only trapped by the terms of this distasteful bribe, but suddenly pressed for time as well. She jumped up and began rushing around, trying to get herself ready to leave for Cowgirl’s place, early enough to give the Ankarian slut plenty of time to completely have her way with her. And she knew that the wicked bitch would spare her nothing.
- GETTING DRESSED AND BOUND FOR PROVIDING ILLICIT PLEASURE:
After a quick shower she pulled out her super heroine costume and started putting the top on. It was a stretch halter with thin straps over her shoulders and a V neckline that plunged to the bottom of her huge globular breasts, where it connected to a small gold strap that snapped behind her back.
She pulled the shiny material over her head and used her hands to help settle it into position over her enormous rack. The exotic golden cloth fit itself snuggly to each plush breast and left her erect nipples clearly visible through the ultra thin covering. The edges of her large areolas peeked out from under the edges of the wide V and became a part of the vast cleavage that was out on display.
She then put on a pair of matching golden bikini tights which, when smoothed into place, hugged her exquisitely fleshed crotch, dramatically advertising her womanhood to the world as a truly breath taking, potential meal to be enjoyed, or randily skewered. Over the glossy tights she put on the briefest of micro mini, latex skirts. It barely covered her lower body and actually made her look even more naked than if she had not put it on at all.
Too this delicious base costume, she added a pair of shiny golden, five inch high, stiletto heeled, latex boots, that hugged her fabulous legs right up to mid-thigh. They were accompanied by matching gloves that went up to the middle of her upper arm. The mask she wore was covered with the same shiny golden material as the boots and gloves.
To this, at her daughter’s urging, she had added a new feature; a just above the waist length, shiny golden latex cape, that was snuggly hooked around her neck by a heavy, unbreakable golden chain. She snapped her gold power belt around her waist and took a last look in the full length mirror and was very pleased to see, as usual, how tantalizing she looked in the spectacular golden costume. She wiggled her hips and smiled as she watched her magnificent curves try and fight their way out of their clinging, shiny gold container.
She was more than ready to go out and mix it up with the bad guys, but she still absolutely hated the insulting idea of first having to stop and gratify Margie’s girlfriend’s sexual demands, by being her warm up toy. Stamping her foot in disgust and promising herself that she was going to spank Margie very hard for getting her into this mess, she put on a short, golden coat and a companion floppy hat, to hide her costume from prying eyes. She went out to the ugly, but powerful old SUV the San Diego police department had provided her with, to use in the sting operation, and drove away to meet her Ankarian antagonist, Cowgirl.
After a lengthy trip, she pulled up in front of Cowgirl’s new San Diego mansion, parked and went up to the front door. A very homely, strange looking, uniformed, oriental butler answered the ring, took her coat and hat, then led her directly upstairs to the mistress of the house’s bedroom. She went in and found her daughter’s new close and very intimate girlfriend clothed only in shiny red latex bikini panties and six inch high heeled, knee length, red latex boots
At a quick glance, it was obvious why Margie had been tempted into crossing over and have a sexual fling with this member of the ultra earthy Ankarian tribe, a wanton group who swung all ways. The tall, bewitching enchantress had a stunning face and a truly spectacular body. She also had a look about her that oozed decadent sexuality, a trait that was the hallmark of the Ankarian’s, whose tribal name essentially meant “whores” in Amazonian dialect. Her face was so sensuous that it almost appeared that this luxurious cat of a woman could be a disciple of the devil.
Mona watched as the virtually unclothed temptress glided over and grasped her neck with both hands, then pressed their lips together. After a few moments, she felt a long, serpent like tongue be slipped between her parted teeth and begin licking her tonsils. This was the preamble to a deep, full bodied, welcoming French kiss from her hostess, who hotly rubbed her exotically curved body tightly against hers, in an act of simulated intercourse. As Mona returned the sultry Amazon’s wicked kiss, she realized that her daughter’s new girlfriend was truly a total Ankarian; morally corrupt and capable of absolutely anything. She knew for certain that she was really in for it today.
For her part, the stunningly beautiful, ultra confident wife of an extremely rich man, felt more than challenged by the sight of this striking, statuesque super heroine. She had never minded sexual competition, but this was more than competition, this was the ultimate challenge. She had her breasts and pubic mound grinding against the one woman in the world who was closer to her Tristan lover than she was and she became even more determined to displace the more than voluptuous woman’s place in her daughter’s mind.
The fact that this Tristan was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen was going to make using and humiliating her all the more mentally and physically gratifying. The erotic situation was bringing out the full Dom side of her imbedded sexual personality and she couldn’t wait to force this marvelous creature down to her knees and make the arrogant Tristan’s tongue worship her honey pot and anus, just like her daughter had been doing during the last few weeks. She smiled at the devilishly satisfying mental picture her lewd thoughts were provoking in her mind.
Cowgirl finally broke off the almost knee buckling kiss and, while still holding the overflowing curves of her opponent in her arms, gushed, “Welcome to my home, Mona. Your daughter has told me so much about you that it is good to finally get to meet you. The adorable minx described you as being very, very beautiful, but she was being, oh so modest. You are truly spectacular, my darling, even more so than the pictures I have seen of you in the news. I can’t wait to find out if your daughter’s fantastic sexual abilities are inherited from her mother.”
Niceties now over, the lush bodied hostess released the super heroine bundle of sensuality and stepped back saying, “So, we have a big day ahead of us capturing these nasty rapists, don’t we? I must confess that I am totally in love with the idea of letting myself be seduced, in order to help the police capture those rotten criminals and put them behind bars. It is all such a rush.”
She took a deep breath of excitement, then went on, “After you and Margie called me Friday and explained the details of the sting operation to me, I immediately went out and bought a few new outfits that I thought might be appropriate for the occasion. I want to try them on for you and get you to help me choose the best one for this exciting, titillating, noble service I am going to be performing for the community.”
“But first I must get you properly prepared to pay off on the terms of the bribe I extracted from your delightful, delicious daughter.” Without giving her sexual present a moment to think, Cowgirl picked up a large, diamond shaped butt plug, held it up to Mona’s lips and said, “open up, sweetheart.” Startled, Mona opened her mouth to protest, but her words were immediately muffled by Cowgirl shoving the glistening wet, blunt and brutal anus stretcher past her ruby lips, all the way into her wide oral cavity.
Her hostess stepped back and looked at her, then asked, “How does it taste, darling, I gave it a little personal pussy warm up for you, the moment I heard you arrive?” Since her guest couldn’t respond, she went on, “You look absolutely marvelous with your mouth full, we’ll have to try and keep it that way.”
The enthusiastic Ankarian bent down and pulled her new plaything’s golden tights down around her knees, then reached up and removed the dripping butt plug from Mona’s mouth, tongue kissed her, then said, “Grab you ankles, honey, it’s playtime.”
Already being treated like nothing more than a captive sex slave, Mona bent over, as instructed, while Cowgirl went behind her. She soon felt the tip of the hard rubber weapon begin to be forced into her puckering anus. Even though it was moist with juices, the entry was difficult and stressful, as the thick tool penetrated her, gradually spreading her anus, as it moved inwards towards its maximum width. Too big for the opening, its progress came to a stop and Cowgirl had to press the heel of her hand hard against the anal dildo’s disked end, in order to get it to finally pop in all the way. The Blonde Avenger had been holding her breath during the final progress of the painful violation and, when the device finally found its ultimate depth, she let out a loud whoosh, as all of the air was expelled from her lungs.
Cowgirl then grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and stood her back up, then smacked her on both ass cheeks, hard, several times. Her new subordinate’s ass having been properly reddened, she had Mona step out of her tights. She immediately snapped a heavy, spiked dog collar around the superb Tristan’s neck, grasped the attached leash and led her girlfriend’s spectacular mother over to a wooden, straight backed chair. The diabolical looking device had a twelve inch long, very thick, bright yellow dildo sticking straight up out of its seat.
Mona warily looked down at the heavily veined phallic symbol, whose thick base was screwed firmly to the hard seat of the wooden chair. It was so realistic looking that it seemed to be alive. Cowgirl had her prisoner turn her back to the chair, then squatted down in front of the super heroine and, while on her haunches, looked up at her Amazon sex toy with a wicked smile, and said, “Sit on it darling and, don’t worry, that big fucker has been pre-greased for your pleasure.”
Mona leaned forward at the waist, then looked down between her thighs at the imposing size of the yellow monster, swallowed hard, then backed up until the mouth of her cunt was right above the inanimate pussy prod. She began easing her body down and slowly let all 12 thick inches of the slick, substitute dong slide up inside of her pressure packed vagina. The very pleased and still squatting Cowgirl said, “God that was so hot, go ahead and fuck yourself with it a few more times for me, baby.” Mona obediently obliged her demanding Dom and began bouncing up and down on its full length, her heat growing with each full, pussy stretching stroke, until the drooling Cowgirl finally held up her hand for her to stop.
Mona, panting hard, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, settled down on the massive weapon, until her pussy lips were wrapped tightly around its very thick base. The equally stimulated Ankarian went behind the chair, jerked her well speared sex slave’s arms behind her back and snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. Then she clamped a second, larger sized pair of cuffs on her arms, just above her elbows, pinning the strained limbs tightly behind her back, forcing her enormous breasts to jut out to their maximum.
Next, Margie’s smiling, very aggressive girlfriend, brought over a ball gag that seemed to be the size of a regulation soft ball, showed it to her, then said, “Better open wide, honey.” Mona did, but not wide enough for the circumference of the ball and Cowgirl had to clamp an arm around her sexual pawn’s head and, using the heel of her other hand, happily forced the challenging ball gag into Mona’s mouth, leaving her looking like a pig roasting on a spit. She snapped the tight straps of the ball gag behind her victim’s head, then stepped back, looked her over and said, “Damn, you look almost perfect.”
She went across the room and retrieved some diabolical alligator clamps, that looked like they had been cut off of the ends of a set of automobile jumper cables (which they actually had been). She pulled the super heroine’s huge tits out of their golden holsters and, with much difficulty, pried the clamps open, pressed them forward onto the big nippled areolas, then released the spring tension, letting the corroded blunt teeth snap cruelly onto the tender breast flesh. The thick, dull, dirty, jagged teeth of the large clamps bit deeply into the tip of each mammary, bringing a moan of excruciating pain from the now writhing Tristan. Cowgirl stepped back again, grasped her sexual slave’s chin in her hand and said, “Damn, I bet that hurts. But now, darling, you really do look perfect.”
Still holding her chin, Cowgirl told her, “Since I am the only one scheduled to be roughed up by the perpetrators today, I figured that it would be okay to use you real hard, while you are here warming me up, so I am going to take full and complete advantage you,” Cowgirl promissed with an engaging but very nasty smile.
- MODELING THE BAIT COSTUMES:
Squirming on the cuntal channel dwelling dildo, in both pain and pleasure, Mona watched Cowgirl bring over a pair of low cut, faded jeans and put them on right in front of her, brushing her tits across her captives ball gagged face, as she dressed. Then she put on a red silk blouse and tied it up under her heavy, jutting breasts.
When she was fully dressed, the bribee suggestively modeled the outfit for her guest, then walked up, straddled her lap, sat down on it and pressed her tits into Mona’s face, rubbing them all over it and the ball gag. She leaned her face down and stuck her tongue in each ear, then gave the ball gag a long, sensual kiss, as she squeezed and tormented her captives brutally clamped breasts and she happily listened to the voluptuous Tristan moan in agony, mostly because the weight of Cowgirls body on her lap was mashing her pussy further down onto the dildo, stretching her vagina’s lips even tighter around its broad base. To add more stimulation and discomfort, Cowgirl humped her lap vigorously, stirring the dildo around inside of her Subs much violated channel.
After a couple of minutes of this erotic play, she got off of Mona’s lap and said, “Now keep humping your ass and fuck yourself with that dildo, while I try on another pants outfit. Mona did as she was told, digging her heels into the floor and grinding her snatch on the large yellow tool, churning her vaginal juices with the stiff rubber tool, while she watched her hostess change into a new outfit and then begin modeling it for her.
After prancing around in front of her in the second pants outfit, Cowgirl straddled her lap again and followed the same procedure as before, except that this time she removed the ball gag and kissed her captive lustily and stuck her fingers in her mouth and made her suck them, while she humped her lap some more. As she played with her, the devilish Ankarian whispered in the ear she was licking and biting. “I know that this is very painful for you, but I am enjoying it so much that, since your daughter has given you to me as a sexual present, you’ll just have to endure it.”
After trying on the third pants outfit, the Ankarian witch moved on to the dresses she had bought. To start that process, she again removed the ball gag, grabbed the leash, had Mona get up off of the dildo, which by now had a pool of her cuntal juice all around its base, then led her over to a low ottoman and had her lie down on it, on her back, her arms still double cuffed behind her.
Then Cowgirl grabbed another yellow dildo that was an exact replica of the one Mona had been sitting on, stripped off her own red panties and sat on her captives face, looking towards her feet. Her pussy pressed firmly against the upturned face, she leaned forward and refilled the empty twat with more hard yellow rubber.
Once the big pussy plugger was firmly in place, she hit the vibrator switch and stirred it into action. It was so powerful that it also vibrated the butt plug that was resting in the next door pleasure chute, the tumultuous churnings driving the recipient’s hips to humping the deeply buried, lifelike rubber pecker, as she tried to help it fuck her, as Cowgirl continued to squirm, rubbing her wet pussy all over the gorgeious mother’s face.
Then the very pleased Ankarian got up and stood right in front of Mona’s dripping face and began changing into the first of the short skirt outfits. When she was fully dressed, she sensually modeled it for her victim, then, with knees bent, backed up over her face and sat on it and squirmed some more, first with her new panties on and then with them off. She had Mona stick her tongue out during this bare crotch to face sex and wiped her very wet, vulva back and forth across the super heroine’s face, moaning with pleasure, as it enjoyed all of the beautiful heads facial speed bumps of pleasure.
Each time she dragged her snatch across the extended tongue, when it got to her anus, she paused and had the debauched Tristan stuff her tongue up into her asshole and give it a good rim job. As the naked crotch wiped her face and her tongue sank up into each tangy hole, Mona wondered how many cocks had used these two orifices her tongue was spearing. From the taste of it, plenty.
Cowgirl went through this same ritual for all three skirt changes and after the last one, got off of Mona’s glistening face, sat beside her prone, gasping form, pulled on the alligator clamps and said, “God, that made me so hot. Just like your daughter, your face was made to be sat on. You both have magical, talented tongues. But, enough of this praise, tell me darling, which outfit did you like the best?”
Licking her cummy lips, the panting Mona responded in as business like a manner as she could, under the circumstances. “Well, your body is just perfect for that tight pair of faded, low cut jeans, with the red shirt. It presents your crotch in all its glory and it is a combination that is really hard to beat in attracting men’s attention.
But I really liked that blue cowgirl outfit with the short, flared skirt and the stretchy top, that has the moon shaped bodice and the buttons down the front. It shows your breasts off to their best advantage and the skirt rides perfectly on your ass. Plus it makes it so easy for the criminals to get right into your package of goodies. You will probably be overdressed for the sting, because that outfit looks so expensive, but I think it is the best of the lot.” “Wonderful,” Cowgirl responded with a little squeal of delight, “It is my favorite one, too. It makes me feel so slutty and MILF’ish.”
“Now, let me slip on my favorite latex fetish outfit, then we’ll go down and have some lunch and put your sexual skills to the test some more,” the socialite by marriage, cooed, her eyes sparkling with desire, as she thought to herself, “There is nothing quite as gratifying as getting a whole family of Tristan women to lick your ass.”
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She hit the intercom and told her butler to come up to the bedroom. The gap-toothed, emaciated, slightly hump backed, little oriental came in, almost immediately, and his mistress said, “Futo, remove all the sex tools from my guest’s body, except for the cuffs on her arms, and you can put your belt to her ass while you’re at it, if you want too.”
She began changing her clothes while she watched her yellow man servant move to the end of the ottoman, reach down and grasp the tip of the still wildly vibrating yellow dildo then, twisting and turning it callously, slowly pull the big tool out of its juicy, temporary home.
Next he removed the jumper cable clamps from the sorely used tits, then rolled Mona off of the side of the ottoman, onto her knees and shoved her head down against the floor. He got behind her ass, knelt, grabbed a pussy lip in his fingers then attached one of the jumper cable clamps to it, letting the teeth snap tightly shut on the puffy flesh. He then repeated the process on the other fat, use swollen lip, as Mona’s eyes nearly crossed.
While the beautiful blonde writhed in pussy pain, he stood up and pulled off his belt, doubled it over and smashed it down against the superb white flesh of the magnificent ass cheeks he was looking down on. He did this a half a dozen times, each of the ripping blows from the strap leaving behind long red welts. He then switched his aim to the beleaguered pussy and lashed the clamp framed red slit hard, as the statuesque blonde cried out from the biting leather abuse.
At a signal from his mistress, the butler stopped the whipping and began working the large butt plug out of its cozy, stretched hole. The female sex toy’s sphincter had a firm grip on the butt ripper and it took the dour Chinaman’s fingers a long time to complete the extraction, as drool dripped onto the floor below the groaning super heroine’s wide open mouth.
When he’d successfully completed his anal task, Cowgirl said, “Remove the clamps from her twat, grab her leash and take my pet downstairs and lets feed her some lunch. The servant did as instructed and walked out pulling the abused Blonde Avenger behind him. He went down the stairs ahead of her, with his employer following closely behind the trophy house guest.
Cowgirl’s eyes were riveted to the full sized, marvelously curved, welted ass, that was tantalizingly swaying back and forth in front of her. Fascinated, she had to admit, albeit reluctantly, that the Tristan mother slut had one great, world class body. She also had to admit that taking advantage of it had been just as much fun as she’d been having with the beauty’s near nympho daughter.
After seating the guest of honor, the dapper butler served them lunch and, since she was still cuffed, Cowgirl and the butler had to feed the super heroine by hand. They did a careless job of it, always seeming to stuff more food into the wide mouth than it could hold, causing food particles and liquids to fall or drip down onto the jutting juggs and the superb lap that was right below them.
When the meal was finished, Cowgirl told her butler, “Fetch me the yellow strap on.” The dutiful man servant soon returned with the requested, beefy yellow dildo. Cowgirl strapped it on, then grabbed Mona by the back of her hair, jerked her head around and said, “Now I am going to give you a good fucking before we have to leave.”
After another signal from Cowgirl, the obviously stimulated butler removed both sets of cuffs from Mona’s arms, then dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles and lay down on his back, on the floor. Still holding the Tristan super heroine by the hair, Cowgirl twisted her free prostitute’s head downward and asked, “Recognize that cock, honey? After my husband bought this Chinaman for me, to keep and use, I was so impressed by his cock that I had all of the dildos we have been using on you, made as exact replicas of it.”
Using the hold she still had on Mona’s hair, she jerked her to her feet and made her straddle her yellow man servant’s feet, facing his head, then bend over at the waist and put her hands on the floor on each side of his hips. She then squatted beside the super heroine, grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her head down until the tip of the real, very rigid yellow monster was pressed against her lips. “Open up you Tristan slut,” Cowgirl ordered. Mona did and her tormentor squeezed the back of her neck and pressed her head down, until her mouth was completely filled with the oriental’s cock meat. “Now, let me watch you deep throat it before I fuck you, you Tristan whore,” she sneered.
Practically standing on her head, The Blonde Avenger began doing small pushups as she worked more and more of the yellow throat gagger down her gullet. Cowgirl moved over and squatted behind her and looked between her widespread legs to view the awesome weapon slide further and further up into the Amazon’s slobbering mouth, until the top of his sack of balls was being pressed tightly against her lower lip, on each inward stroke, then laughed as the Tristan bitch gagged herself on it.
Cowgirl, now completely stimulated, stood up and grabbed the thick shaft of the strap-on dildo in her hand, guided its head against the exposed lips of the super heroine’s pussy, then rammed it home. She and her faithful employee, who now had the super heroine’s head clamped between his hands, proceeded to lustily give their assigned orifices a thorough, violent, nasty fucking. The air was filled with the labored groans of both the deliverers and the receiver, along with the loud sloshing sounds of a real prick frigging a drooling throat while its artificial brother plundered the well reamed, hot, oozing pussy.
While this was going on, Mona had to listen to her two users discuss the relative physical attributes and sexual skills of she and her daughter. It was obvious from their animated discussion that neither of the pair could decide which one of them was the best, but it was certainly obvious that Margie must have been fucked by them both, till hell wouldn’t have it.
Their discourse ended when Cowgirl said, “Lets DP this Tristan slut for closers, Futo.” The hostess quickly got down on the floor, on her back, while the little yellow man scrambled out from under Mona, both cocks being rudely torn from her severely tested slots, in the process. The thin, inscrutable Chinaman grabbed her and had her straddle his employer’s hips and sit down on the strap on. Then he grabbed her neck and pushed her face down to Cowgirls, who threw her arms around it and began kissing her.
The swollen bonered oriental squatted behind the perfectly formed white ass, then mounted it, plunging his huge cock fully into her used anal channel on the second thrust. The maniacal oriental hammered his bloated pecker into her rear chute, savagely, while Cowgirl’s strap-on matched him thrust for thrust. Mona, gritted her teeth and tried not to give the Ankarian the satisfaction of making her climax, but her resolve eventually failed her and she ended up erupted with a roaring climax that almost dismounted the butler, while it soaked Cowgirl’s crotch.
The Chinaman, hands buried in the abundant white flesh of her hips, held on tight, rode out the bucking storm, then regained his stroke and rode her hard, slapping her ass relentlessly, until his own climax poured a cup of oriental seed into his Anglo conquest’s darkside hole. The flow was so great that it overflowed back out of her stretched anus, sending cum coursing down the backs of her thighs and into the tops of her golden boots, where it puddled around her knees. As Cowgirl felt some of the yellow jism drip onto her own crotch, she said to her captive super heroine, “By the way, you know that I’m going to steal your daughter away from you and make her my sex slave, don’t you?”
The exhausted, empty gunned man servant collapsed on the back of the double fucked white body, keeping his slowly shrinking wage earner planted deep inside the blonde’s spasming back chute and thought, “Shit, these are some kind of hot, sex crazed white bitches. I sure hope my insatiable employer keeps bringing these gorgeous Yankee sluts over for me to screw. This place is fuck’n heaven.”
With the two matching tools buried inside both of her lower channels, Mona, knowing her promiscuous, awesomely oversexed daughter like a book, hadn’t bothered to respond to Cowgirl’s wishful pronouncement, but instead thought to herself, “The one thing I know for sure is that, when the Johns jump this Ankarian slut this evening, she was going to wait a long, long time before calling in the backups and arresting the rapists. Those paying customers were going to get all they wanted from this overbearing wench, and then some, before she moved in to stop them.
“It was going to be a long evening of Ankarian ass for everyone,” she smiled
4 P.M. SUNDAY:
- SPRINGING THE STING / MAN, NOW THAT’S A MILF:
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The Blonde Avenger, disguised by her short coat and a broad brimmed hat, guided the nondescript looking SUV into the Skyline Mall’s parking lot and drove up to the West entrance. Cowgirl got out, gave Mona a thumbs up and went inside the sliding glass doors to wait and watch for their prey. Mona drove a few rows back in the lot and parked where she had a clear view of the West entrance doors.
They didn’t have to wait long for the MILF hunters to show up. An old, gangster black, Dodge van turned into the mall and rumbled slowly towards the West entrance. A quick check by both pairs of eyes verified that it had the license plate number on it that they were looking for. When it was fifty yards away from the entrance, Mona saw Cowgirl come swinging through the mall doors and start undulating flamboyantly into the parking lot.
The outlandish, very expensive looking outfit Cowgirl was wearing didn’t look as out of place as Mona had thought it might. From watching the other shoppers, it appeared that few of the kept women, married or not, who frequented this high class mall, wore conservative clothing. In her outfit, Cowgirl looked every bit the part of a rich man’s mistress or trophy wife, pampered and sluttish as hell; a woman whose face and body and Courtesan skills always got her everything she wanted.
Her basic outfit was a flared blue PVC mini skirt, with a skin tight, extremely lowcut, waist length white latex blouse. Under the extremely short skirt was a pair of red latex, bikini tights that looked like an ass advertisement. The buttons on the blouse barely held it closed and the gaps between the stressed button holes let some of the lacy red bra she had on underneath it, show through, below the milky white field of cleavage that her jutting double F breasts produced.
She was wearing blue gauntlets and blue, very high heeled, zippered cowboy boots, that went up to just below her knees. To complete her all Cowgirl theme, she had a blue Stetson hat on her head.
Inside the Dodge one of the occupants said, “Jesus Christ, would you look at the outfit and body on that one. Shit, she looks like she’s out begging for it. Just look at that broad’s dynamite ass swing, would you. Man, we have hit a home run on our first fuck’n try today. This is the best looking bitch we’ve seen since we started doing this MILF cruising gig. We damn sure won’t have to bull shit this one, she actually does look like a movie star. Man what a package that would be to serve up to our first bunch of paying gang bangers. Hell, she even looks like a walking gang bang going somewhere to happen. Speed up, Jed, and let’s see if we can bag this bitch, but quick.”
Cowgirl heard the rumbling exhaust of the van coming up behind her. She could practically feel the horny occupant’s eyes boring holes in her ass, as she boldly strutted her stuff. This sting operation was already such a turn on for her, that she felt herself have a mini climax, just from knowing that she was being ogled and lusted after. “Damn,” she thought, “this super heroine crime fighting was turning out to be a real blast. Getting fucked to fight crime was going to be one hell of fun gig.”
When the vehicle got even with her, she heard a silky smooth, confident young voice say, “Hi good looking, how about jumping in here with us, we’ve got something really important we want to talk to you about.”
She looked over at the cocky, handsome young face that was hanging out of the van’s window and laughed, “Yeah, I’ll bet you do. Like what, for instance?” “Well my buddies and I are in the movie business and we’re out here today scouting for fresh new actress talent and damned if you aren’t exactly what we’ve been looking for. Based on just your looks alone, we think you’re an ideal candidate to be the star of our next movie.”
“Why thank you, I’m glad you think so,” she responded, batting her eyes, coyly and looking easy. “Man, do we ever? You are an absolute knockout, baby. Come on, get in here with us and lets talk about giving you an audition,” the scam artist invited, again.
“I don’t think my husband would approve of me getting into a van with three strange men,” she answered, with an innocent smile. “Hell baby, your husband doesn’t have to know anything about this, if you don’t want him too,” was the slick talker’s quick comeback. “This could be your big break, sweetheart, so you’d better jump in here and talk to us about putting you in the movies and making you a star.”
She looked around at him and said, “Are you sure that you really mean that, or are you just leading me on?” “Oh darlin’, you can count on it. The way you look, I guarantee that you’ll be the star in our next flick. Hell, we already think so much of you that we are ready to give you an audition and screen test this afternoon. So come on honey, whataya say, get in here and lets talk things over.”
She paused and looked around at him, again, and said “Well, you look like nice guys, so I guess it wouldn’t hurt just to talk for a little bit,” she speculated. Hesitating for an appropriate amount of time, she then said, “Okay, I’ll do it.”
The back door of the van quickly opened and the shill said, “At-a-girl, baby, now jump in and lets get this show on the road.” She stuck her head inside and saw that the interior of the old Dodge was laid out like a dirty adult play pen. There was a bench seat in the very back of the van and all the rest of the open floor was covered by a wall-to-wall, foam rubber mattress that had a sheet of PVC over it. The side and rear windows of the vehicle were painted black, for complete privacy. It brought back a lot of memories. She’d been screwed several times in her early, very promiscuous youth, in vans just like this one.
As she got in, she had to immediately get down on all fours and crawl the rest of the way back to the rear seat. The driver took the opportunity to reach back and run the palm of his hand over her exposed crotch, then give it a firm squeeze. When she got to her destination, she climbed up onto the back seat, between the two male occupants. The van quickly surged forward, towards the back of the parking lot.
She looked the three scam artists over and saw that they were young, she would guess in their early to mid-twenties. The one who had done all of the talking was good looking, in a flashy, shallow sort of way.
The other two guys were from the bottom of the food chain. They were down right ugly. Two dirt bag dorks who had to resort to using a scam like this to even be able to get a good piece of ass. The spokesman looked and acted like a car salesman who had brought two members of the cleanup crew along with him, to be used to make the MILF’s prove to him that they were total sluts. She thought to herself, “Damn, the women who frequent this mall must really be hard up for sex to give it up to these two cruddy looking dregs of society.”
The one who had done all of the talking, introduced himself. “I’m Holt, the guy beside you is Bennie and the driver’s name is Jed.” She nodded hello as the slick one went on, “We are damn glad that you’ve decided to take us up on our offer, baby, cause you are one smoking hot chick.” Cowgirl responded with another thank you as Holt looked her up and down and ran his hands over her lush breasts, then commented, “Your husband is a very lucky man.”
As the vehicle slowly circled in the rear of the parking lot, her new back seat playmates wasted no time in getting intimately familiar with her body. They took turns kissing her and stroking her assets, commenting favorably on each part of her anatomy, as they felt it up. So far it was as though she was out on a date with some high school boys. But the game was smoothly and quickly escalated as their hands and mouths became more demanding and she, inturn, became more and more cooperative, as it became obvious that her orifices were on the verge of being filled with cocks.
Finally Holt grabbed a tit in each hand and said, “God baby, you really are incredible. There is no question that you have got movie star quality. Now, good lookin’, this movie we are making, that we’re going to let you star in if you pass your audition, is an adult MILF flick. So the first question we have is, are you a MILF, cause, if you are, it will make the film so much more realistic and fun to make and watch?”
As the gross looking Jew, Bennie ran his fingers into her vagina, she asked with feigned innocence, “What’s a MILF?” “It stands for a Mother I’d Love to Fuck,” the smooth talking Holt explained. You know, great looking housewives with husbands at work and children at home with a babysitter, who still like to get out and have a little action on the side.” “Oh yes, I am definitely one of those,” she partially lied, playing along with their scam with a little scam of her own. “God damned, that’s perfect honey. And may I say as a dedicated mother fucker, that you are one great looking mother. Shit, doll, you are going to be the biggest hit we’ve ever had in our flicks.”
“Now, baby, since this is basically a porn film we are making, we have got to make sure that you don’t mind performing sex in front of a camera and an audience. So, before we drive you over to our movie studio for your screen test, we need you to get down on your knees and show us how good a cocksucker you are, with guys watching you do it. And, honey, you had better make it real nasty for us, if you really want the part, because the audition is starting right this minute,” he advised her.
All hot and bothered by the warm up session she’d had with The Blonde Avenger and the erotic nature of the sting, plus the stroking and stoking she’d been getting from these lying creeps, Cowgirl gladly slid off of the seat, onto her knees, on the PVC’d mattress, while the two young men unzipped their pants and pulled out a pair of good sized cocks. She crawled between Holt’s thighs, unbuttoned her top, grabbed his pecker and spit on it, then laid it between her mammeries, pressed them together and let him tit fuck her. In a minute, she bent her head down, opened her mouth and, on each upward thrust, let Holt’s cock jam itself up into her wide open oral cavity.
For his part, the detestable looking Bennie was filling his hands with the rest of her flesh, as he heard Holt say, “Hot damn, Bennie, ain’t this bitch really something? Shit, she’s so good at this that she must be doing it for her husband, or somebody, all the time, ain’t that right baby,” the slickster asked with a very pleased groan? She got the word “yes” out just before his cock head went into her mouth again and shut her up, with a “glub, glub.”
“Now, sweetheart, what makes porn movies so good is when the guys verbally abuse the bimbo, while they fuck with her. So we are going to start heaping it on you, right now, to make sure that you can take it. So get your ass over there between Bennie’s legs and give him a little of your action and show us what a real round heeled slut you can be, while you’re at it,” he ordered.
She was very hot and horny and more than pleased at the step up in the action and obediently crawled over to Bennie and captured his cock between her double F’s. With a nasty leer, the ugly, hawk nosed little Hebrew, humped them hard for awhile, then grabbed her head between his hands and said, “Open up that throat you dirty cunt and let my cock in there,” the Jewboy yelled. She moaned and did what he demanded and helped him deep throat her, until the base of his cock was in to full depth and his hairy crotch was bouncing off of her stretched lips.
Meanwhile, Holt got down on the mattress behind her and began giving her pussy a vigorous hand job. As his fingers worked her good, Bennie got up to his feet, crouching over her face, her head still clamped between his hands, and started ramming his cock, ball deep into her open throat and drooling mouth. Holt was just beginning to get his fourth finger and his knuckles into her cunt, when he saw the deliriously hot, beautiful MILF suck down the first shot of Bennie’s large load of thick, steaming cream.
Holt then took the opportunity to withdraw his soaked fingers from her twat and jam three of them up her ass. She moaned in appreciation and waived her curvaceous ass cheeks at him, in greedy response. Bennie pulled his spent weapon out of her mouth and said, “Damn guys, this is one smokin’ hot bitch. She definitely has major slut potential.” He reached down and pulled her head up by the hair, stuffed three fingers in her mouth and asked, with a snaggle toothed leer, “You’re going to put on a real nasty show for us, in front of the cameras, aren’t you baby?” She nodded her head and mumbled, “Yes,” as she felt a fourth finger enter her back door.
When Holt’s extra long digits had opened her anus wide, he got up and squatted over the luscious ass and quickly buried his prick into the thoroughly prepped anal chute. Their new MILF, on her hands and knees, took as he gave and after much pounding of cock meat into her steadily loosening rear entrance, Holt said, “put your foot on the back of her head, Bennie, so her ass gets pushed up in the air some more.” Bennie did as he was told, then stuck another finger in her mouth, for good measure, and let her suck them all noisily, until Holt dumped a full load of spunk into the depths of her bowels.
Both of the guys got off of her and the driver pulled over to the curb and switched places with Bennie, who quickly drove the van out of the parking lot and onto the road and began high tailing it for their newly rented warehouse and the eagerly awaiting rapists. Holt helped Jed roll the MILF over onto her back on the PVC, then watched his partner dive between her spread thighs, push her knees up beside her ears, mount her and begin pumping his rod down into her upturned money hole, like he was on speed.
Holt sat on the bench seat, leaned back and watched the gorgeous trophy wife get humped hard, as Jed yelled insults in her ear. Jed had, by far, the biggest cock of the three of them and it was getting stuffed deep into the bitch’s helplessly positioned cunt, each thrust bringing a grunt from the wanton, sex hungry MILF.
As he watched the action, Holt couldn’t believe how lucky they had been to find this gorgeous sexpot on the first day in their Milf’s for money business. He could hardly wait to get her to the warehouse and turn her over to his first set of paying customers. As hot and stacked as this bitch was, the waiting pack of animals was going to be pleased as hell to get to work over a MILF who looked like this fuck’n broad did. She had the kind of body that would drive the dirty minded, amateur rapists to excess.
Shit, if they were lucky enough to find MILF’s like this one every time they went out, they were going to be making money hand over fist. He knew that after tonight’s group of Johns had fucked this one into a near coma and made her do all kinds of filthy, degrading things for them, the gratified customers would be putting the word out to everyone they knew and he and his two partners would soon have a money making machine on their hands.
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contracted with an oriental group to give them the movies to copy and sell
overseas, out of the jurisdiction of the
Smiling to himself about the virtually guaranteed success that their sexual enterprise was going to be, he really didn’t give a shit about what was going to be done to these dumb, gullible, pampered housewives. The stupid Cunts let themselves in for this kind of abuse, so they deserved everything that happened to them. Hell they wanted to be movie stars and the three of them were keeping their promise to the slutty bimbos by making them the stars of a movie, so what the hell did they really have to complain about, anyway.
And he didn’t feel sorry for their husbands either. What did they expect when they married gorgeous, round heeled sluts that dressed and acted the way their wives did. The sluts were all obviously putting out on the side anyway. Hell, at least they would be sending home a really satisfied wife, who now knew plenty of new sex tricks to perform for them.
Listening to Jed’s boner plow through the veritable swamp of cuntal juice that had accumulated in this outrageously built broad’s vagina, he looked through the windshield and could tell that they were getting close to the warehouse they were using today, where all the johns were waiting behind a one way glass to see the three of them fuck this bitch on film, before they all came out and had their nasty fun with the deserving MILF.
In a couple of minutes, he could begin to make out the cars parked behind the warehouse. He even recognized the car belonging to the two thugs they had hired, cheap, to stand guard and make sure nobody bothered the gang bangers, while they got their money’s worth from this superb looking MILF they were bringing in. The guards were black and dumber than shit. But they were also huge and meaner than hell and came highly recommended by the strip joint owner they were bouncers for. Hell these two animals were so bad that even the cops were afraid to cross them.
They carried guns for show, but their real weapons of choice were lead loaded black jacks, weighted leather gloves and battery operated, top of the line Tazer guns. The Tazers they used would stop an elephant. Holt smiled at the thought that nobody was going to stop the Johns from getting all of the MILF that they wanted tonight. This gorgeous slut was toast.
He reached over and stuck his thumb in the MILF’s upturned asshole and said, “Jed, we’re almost there. You had better finish her off, or pull it out of her and go inside and pick it up again in there.” Jed gasped, pulled his dripping pecker out of the cunt, shuffled forward and crammed it into her mouth. Cowgirl choked as the head of the dong almost immediately erupted against her tonsils, causing some of the jism to pour out of the side of her mouth and her nostrils as she began gagging and choking on the thick fluid. Jed kept humping her face and jamming his cock down her throat until she had swallowed it all
All done, Jed climbed off of her and Holt reached over and pulled her up into a sitting position. He smiled at her and said, “You passed the audition with flying colors, baby, now lets take you inside and make you a porn star.”