Super Mom: Taken by Evil (Chapter 4) (Patreon)

Super Mom: Taken by Evil

Chapter 4

Hightower Street, 2:45 PM…

“Ugh. Oh! Ugh, Oh!” Bethanny gasped, pressed between two big black men.

Both were built like tanks, around seven feet each. None of the three had thought it important to share a name. So she found herself straddling one of the men, who was flat on his back in the dark, graffiti-soiled alley. Bethanny was straddling him, his ginormous cock pistoning in and out of her not-feeling-so-tight-anymore pussy. Every thrust sent the most amazing feelings radiating throughout her spectacular body.

While he thrust up into the blonde MILF, and roughly played with her jostling tits, his friend had come up behind her and started reaming out her butt hole. He felt twice as big just because of the still tight orifice he chose to abuse.

“Oh GAWD YES!” Bethanny screamed as her body erupted for the thousandth time that day. “Aaaaaaagggh!”

The two big men continued to pound into her shapely body, their hands all over her tits, hips, and hair. The man behind her sucked on her neck, while his partner in crime started sucking on her nipples. Yeah, they were able to force another two climaxes out of her before Mr. Butt-fucker finally gasped, pulled out, and shot his load all over her round white butt.

“Why do guys do that?” she cried, only half-coherent. “So messy. So nasty.”

The other guy barked a laugh, and then an expression of bliss spread across his face. Bethanny knew the signs, so squeezed her pussy around his big black cock and milked it for all she was worth, and forced him to come inside her.

That made Bethanny’s libido spike, and she came hard once again. “Aaaaggh!”

Fortunately, Bethanny had a packet of baby wipes she’d purchased earlier from the corner pharmacy. That’s how she cleaned up after jobs, keeping herself “baby” fresh for the boys. Those two left her messier that usual, mostly her jizz-slathered hiney.

After cleaning up, the blonde housewife-turned-streetwalker returned to her minivan. She added the fifty dollars that last pair had paid to double-penetrate her to her stash, and started counting. Bethanny signed gustily, tingling inside and out. Her long ordeal was finally over.

“I can’t believe I did it so fast,” Bethanny said, after counting her day’s take for a fifth time. “I earned over a thousand dollars in just over five hours of whoring. At crack whore rates.”

Of course, deep down she knew the reasons for her success. First and foremost, she was the new girl on the street. Second, she was one of only a few that didn’t look like death warmed over. Hell, she admitted to herself the men who hired her had probably never had a woman half as beautiful, busty, and fit as her in their lives.

I was the sweetest piece of candy on the street today, and every guy wanted a taste, she thought. Lucky me.

Actually, she did feel lucky and quite grateful she was able to achieve her monetary goal so fast and early in the day. Yeah, that really saved her butt, family- and marriage-wise, but her future still wasn’t looking so bright.

“I’m sure one day of humiliation won’t be enough for him.” She picked up her phone, hit dialback, and waited for who she had come to think of as “The Man” to answer. He didn’t keep her waiting. “I did it. I have one thousand and ten dollars. Can I go home now?”

“Wow, so fast? You are truly a natural-born whore,” he said. “Is your super power sluttiness?”

Bethanny’s breath caught at that last statement. Did he know her greatest secret? Was that why she’d been targeted? Was this some sick retribution by a pimp she’d sent to jail?

“I really didn’t expect such a perfect wife, mother, and all-round ‘good girl’ to earn so much, so fast,” he said. “I guess I recognized something in you that you didn’t.”

She cringed while he laughed.

“Very good. I’m a man of my word. You need to understand that,” he said. “So after you put the money in the storage compartment on the drone, place it atop your domestic goddess car, and I’ll recall it. Then you can go home.”

Recall it? Bethanny’s mind started turning a mile a minute. His first oversight? Has to be. Bad guys always make those sooner or later.

Bethanny did as ordered, without complaint. She placed the money in a small compartment, placed the drone atop her minivan, and watched it start up and fly away. Then she got into her car and drove away. Only she pulled over after two blocks, jumped out of the car, and took off running into an alley. Halfway down the alley she transformed into Super Mom and flew back toward the red-light district.

It took a few minutes, but she found the drone flying northwest. Super Mom slowed and followed at a discreet distance. Then it suddenly veered hard to the south and dropped down into a vacant lot.

Super Mom noticed a bunch of gangbangers down there. One of them raced up to it.

“Gotcha!” she cried, and streaked down like an air-to-ground missile.

“Mask!” someone screamed.

Super Mom hit the ground already spinning into a roundhouse. She kicked the gangsta as he pulled the money out of the drone, causing the cash to fly up in a cloud of ones, fives, tens, and twenties, and then she stomped down on that hated drone. It shattered into a dozen pieces.

“It’s payback time,” she cried.

The busty red, white, and blue clad heroine charged into battle, even as the gangbangers rushed toward her. She kicked, punched, and kneed one man after another, before flying up and around to slam boots-first into their leader’s back. When he went down, the other gangbangers started shouting angrily at each other.

“This is what you get when you treat a good woman badly,” she snarled, fists clenched as she stalked forward.

“What the fuck are you talking about, fool?”

Of course they would deny everything. But she had an ace up her sleeve. Super Mom pulled out her phone, and hit redial. The phone rang on the other end, but nobody’s phone in that vacant lot rang. Then the Man answered.

“Yes? Didn’t you get enough abuse for one day?”

Super Mom froze. The gangbangers were innocent? Had she been tricked into revealing her secret identity? Super Mom felt panic welling up within.

“My mistake. I hit that number by accident,” she said quickly, and ended the call. She waited a moment, heart racing, but he didn’t call back. “Oh jeeze.”

~**~**~

Later that night, up at the Strauss Estate…

“Wow. She’s good,” Samuel said.

He sat in the middle of their large black leather couch in the media room. Kimberly was curled up in his lap, head resting on his shoulder. He was completely naked, while all she wore was a pair of red stiletto ankle boots with lots of straps and buckles.

They’d been reviewing all of the hidden camera footage they had of Bethanny’s streetwalk of shame. Up on the screen Bethanny was on her knees on the sidewalk, not even in the alley proper, titty-fucking a crack pusher. She had his big black cock deep in her milky white cleavage, sliding those big, firm melons up and down his rock-hard shaft. Every so often she stopped to give him intense head. They watched his head roll back, then hot, viscous cum started fountaining all over her chin and tits.

Bethanny just pulled out a baby wipe, cleaned up, and went right back to work, strutting up and down the street until someone stopped her. No man walked away from the deal. Bethanny nailed down every potential customer, and then got nailed, but good.

“Has she come with every single man she fucked?” Kimberly asked.

“Pretty much,” Samuel said. “I’ve seen her climax just giving BJs. Her libido is on steroids or something.”

“I know. I didn’t even need to give her a push or anything today,” Kimberly said. They watched her get into a car, and fuck the driver right there at the curb. After a few minutes the windows steamed up and they lost their visual on her. “Damn. I bet she’s doing wickedly nasty things for him right now. That slut will do anything for money.”

They laughed.

“How long do you want to whore her out before going to the next phase of our plan?” Samuel asked.

“At least a week,” she said. “Maybe two. I haven’t even begun to look up the men Super Mom sent to prison that are back out. It’s going to take some time to find them, and then coordinate and schedule their sessions with her. I really want them to agree to gang bangs.”

“Don’t forget to schedule an Overmind, Killer Queen, and Super Mom threesome.”

She laughed. “Way ahead of you, cowboy. We got that filly roped. Now we just have to break her, and then we can ride Super Mom to our hearts’ content.”

They kissed, long and passionately.

“Being bad makes me so damned horny,” Kimberly purred.

They looked back at the screen. Bethanny stood before a disheveled homeless man now. He looked like he was eighty, but living on the street had probably added another twenty years to his appearance. They watched him count out eight ones in the blonde’s hand, then start giving her coins. Samuel was pretty sure he came up a little short of the ten dollars needed for a Hightower Street blowjob, but Bethanny rolled her eyes, looking dejected, and nodded.

Their newly-minted housewife/whore led the homeless man into the nearest alley, and behind a dumpster dropped to her knees and sucked him off.

“Oh my God, Samuel! I can’t take anymore,” Kimberly cried, turning to her wicked husband. “Take me! Take me now!”