Smutpunk on Skates Page 8
Inside, not only was Lana mad, but she was jealous.
Charlie saw the MILF’s eyes narrow. Lana was twisted up in a collapsing claustrophobia of jealousy and anger. She was butt-plugged with rage. Her emotions were so strong that the buttered-up feeling of the plug inside her suddenly turned as parched as a desert.
An overwhelming buzz of emotions smacked Lana as she looked out and saw her daughter’s ass sticking out of the steel chute, while her head and torso were stuffed in it. Heather’s long black hair flowed out. That fucker, that ‘white rice’ alpha asshole, was pounding Heather hard from behind. It looked glorious! Lana was a sponge of emotions. The sight penetrated her deeply like a thousand bee stings. She felt nasty jealousy since the man who she was submitting to, the one who had her quacking like a duck with its head off, was busy satisfying his sexual urges with another woman and her own surrogate daughter, at that. She was angry because her plan to fuck Heather’s tormentor into leaving her daughter alone had obviously failed. The poor girl was being used in public, being degraded, being humiliated. Lana wanted to protect her, replace her, kill her, and punish her—all at once. In fact, in typical Malaysian fashion, she didn’t know what she wanted! She wanted a deformed bunch of contradictory things, all fueled by the energetic synaptic surge in her brain, caused by her strongest emotion: abject jealousy.
Liam
Once you have them on the ropes, that's when you strike and you strike hard with all you’ve got. You hold back nothing, man. Nothing. Alpha alpha alpha. Make them pigs pigs pigs. Humiliate them, let them see that you use other women in just the same depraved way that you use them, make them see that depravity is limitless, but realize one thing. You and she both know that she’s a whore and that she’s the source of the depravity, so when you strike you have an obligation to satisfy her deepest whoredom.
Heather, Lana, That Fucker and Charlie at the Trash Chute
Lana’s jealousy was like a katana thrust into her gut and chopsticks stabbed into her eyes. She was beside herself with jealousy. It was so bad that her nipples hardened and her pussy lips quivered. She felt herself clenching her own asshole hard. She thought she might break the butt plug into shards.
Lana stormed outside. Charlie, once again, missed his chance to take control of woman and fuck her senseless. Instead, he was relegated to that familiar secondary position, watching the drama unfold in front of his eyes.
“You know you really are a fucker,” Lana yelled. It was aimed as much at her daughter as it was at that fucker, or so it seemed until she reached back, yanked the butt plug he’d given her, out of her asshole, and heaved it at him. That fucker caught the butt plug.
“We had a deal,” she cried out, her voice wavering with emotion.
Heather, still in the trash chute, tried to wiggle her asshole off that fucker’s cock, but her head was wedged in the garbage chute in a way that it was impossible for her to escape. “You gave my mom a butt plug? When?” Heather was furious. Mad at that fucker and at her mom.
That fucker heard Heather, even though it came out all muffled. The sentence smelled like rotting fish.
That fucker’s cock pulsed up Heather’s clenching asshole. She thought that maybe she could break off his dick. He thought he owned this dumb bitch. Her ass was trying to reject his cock, but he held it in her deeply.
“We had a deal,” Lana yelled.
Charlie, like usual, just watched with his dick in hand as the women obsessed over that fucker.
“Shut your cocksucking mouth, MILF, and lick your daughter’s lonely pussy. I promise I’ll leave you both alone forever after that.”
The thought of that fucker leaving them alone sounded horrible.
Heather pushed her ass back on that fucker’s massive cock, and Lana kneeled under her daughter and licked that fucker’s balls as this cock slammed into her daughter’s ass. Both women moaned and it harmonized beautifully as that fucker sodomized Heather as deep as she could take him while having his balls licked by Lana.
After a while he pulled out and showed Charlie the brutalized asshole. Thanks to the bludgeoning by his fat cock, her Asian asshole looked like a cooked tomato that had just been squashed.
“Shit, dude,” Charlie said to that fucker, “I think you fucked her ass right out of her body.”
“Told you they’re both my whores, Wok,” he said and winked at Charlie. “Told you, bro!”
“You’re right, man,” Charlie agreed. “Let her head out. I want to see my girlfriend’s shame.”
“She ain’t shamed at all, you’ll see.” That fucker allowed her head out of the trash chute. The smell of trash pungent and sour trash leaked out. Heather, still on skates, with her head now free of the chute and her ass looking like blanched tomato, continued to take that fucker’s dick into her ass greedily.
That fucker was right. She was proud to let her ex ass-fuck her in front of Charlie and her mother.
Charlie’s dick surged with warmth. All the blood rushed to it. He was dizzy with lust. The envy and the lust was nearly too much to take. He felt like if he touched the tip of his dick, jizz would erupt like Mount Vesuvius.
“Alpha, alpha, alpha.” Charlie said to himself.
Overhead, the clouds formed into heavy dark cirrus spissatus. Few rain drops sprinkled on them. Charlie had his dick out now and was stroking it slowly, watching his girlfriend’s pussy stuffed with a big dick. Lana’s tongue followed her jealousy under that fucker’s balls and licked his anus until her jealousy no longer stung. Instead it was turning into a pleasure she had never felt before.
Lana felt the full power of submitting to that fucker. She was an Asian whore in front of her stepdaughter, a cuckold, and an alpha male. Moreover, what was weird was that by submitting, she felt the most in control that she had ever been.
The heavens opened up and heavy raindrops pounded all four of them hard as they fucked. All of them were soaking wet and still fucking. Thunder boomed.
“The monsoons are coming,” Lana yelled.
That fucker pulled out of Heather’s tight ass and jammed his cock into Lana’s throat and face fucked her a few strokes before yelling, “Yes, let’s get inside.”
Lana helped Heather out of her skates and threw them into the trash chute as the white boys ran inside. “No more skating for him,” Lana said. Heather nodded with approval. “Now, make him lick your pussy to orgasm, baby.”
On Lana’s couch, that fucker got on his back with Heather sitting on his face getting her pussy licked. Lana sat on his dick. The two of them faced each other. The window was wide open and the rain brought the smell of wet, sweet grass into the apartment. The trash chute smell was gone. Charlie was still sweaty and greasy while he whacked-off fast, obsessively watching his girlfriend and her mom get fucked by an alpha male. He was in heaven and close to shooting his load. Charlie the Wok jerked his bulging tumescence aimed at mother and then daughter. It was amazing. He shot heavy strings of cum onto each one, getting it to hang from lips and chins and outstretched tongues.
Charlie finally understood—they wanted Charlie the Wok as much as they wanted That Fucker!
Cum hung and draped like cooked sugar before dislodging from Heather’s mouth and tongue and falling to the ground. Lana’s tongue swirled his cum, hungrily eating the viscous liquid.
That fucker was still fucking Lana’s tight pussy but told her he wanted her ass. Obediently, Lana let that fucker into her darkest hole, the one that had already been primed by a butt plug.
Lana cooed sweetly as that fucker slipped his dick past her sphincter. It was tight. She wanted his dick so badly she was drowning in lust. As he pushed every inch of himself into her and the walls of her rectum snugly collapsed onto all sides of his big dick, dopamine rushed through her brain filling her with pleasure.
“Go get her the headphones,” that fucker told Charlie.
Charlie put big studio style headphones onto Heather’s head. Instructions from that fucker played, “Kneel as I fuck your mo
ther’s ass!”
The audacity.
Liam
Alpha Alpha Alpha, dude!
That fucker and Charlie the Wok had planned to make them into sluts. It was all clear now. It had all started in the movie theater. This was the reason why Heather loved white men—their cruelty was so elaborate.
So organized.
So depraved.
Heather wasn’t an anglophile because of big white dick, although that was good, she was a white cock cumslut because of the mental dominance they exerted over her. In the headphones, that fucker instructed her to await the cum shot from his dick as it came out of her Lana’s ass. She was to do exactly as she was instructed.
She would.
In submitting there was near infinite power.
In being dominated, she exerted full control over everything.
She was the Queen Bitch!
It was true. The women were getting exactly what they wanted. The Western world always sees Asian women as submissive, marginalized trophies of beauty, but from behind the scenes, they were ruling the world, Lana thought.
In the final climactic burst, that fucker pounded Lana’s ass cowgirl. Lana’s big MILF tits hung breastily in that fucker’s face. He slurped at her nipples making sounds like a little baby. Heather kneeled right by her mother’s ass, “Yes, Skull Candy, kneel like a good pig!” That fucker repeated in a deep baritone in the headphones. Heather heard her personal slut-mantra. That fucker’s dick pounded Lana’s ass ruthlessly. He pushed his hips up to the Sun and moon. All of him disappeared into Lana’s tightest cavity, filling out her rectum and flooding her pleasure principle.
Charlie was on his back and Heather kneeled over his chest.
Everyone was in position. The rain kept pouring. That fucker kept pounding and Heather kept waiting to take that fucker’s cock once it exited Lana’s asshole, coax the cumshot into her mouth, lean down, and smear it on her greasy cuckold boyfriend.
Heather was the Queen.
The Romance on Rollerskates has concluded but the illicit Asian/Western fun that marks Emme’s Asian SMUTPUNK has just begun…
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