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The Patriots make their first move against Mark and Mary.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013, 2014

Chapter Forty-One: Assassination

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We shall use every weapon at our disposal to slay the Tyrants, every resource that we can lay our hands on. No power is too dark, no act too heinous. We shall not balk at the task before us. We shall not rest until the Tyrants are dead. We are everywhere. We are legion.
–excerpt from ‘The Patriots Manifesto’, author Unknown

Monday, October 7th, 2013 – Mary Glassner – Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, New York City

I threw a punch at Mark’s face. He caught my wrist easily.

“He’s bigger than me, how am I supposed to fight him?” I demanded angrily of Azrael.

Ever since I took the Mother Superior’s Gift, Mark and I could summon Azrael, the Angel of Death, and form a shared dreamscape. We were using it to learn to fight, so that we could defend ourselves if we ended up in another bad situation. Mark effortlessly picked it all up thanks to his Gift, while I had to struggle to learn just the basics—it was so frustrating! The Gift was so sexist! Why did Mark get cool fighting powers? He got to summon a sword and armor and look absolutely badass when he’s fighting. All I got was the degrading power of exorcism through sex. I still felt dirty from handling Brandon’s cock. Sometimes it seemed like the vile taste of his cum would never leave my lips.

“Your foes will almost always be bigger than you, Mary,” Azrael replied in her musical voice. She sounded like bells ringing when she talked: tiny, tinkling bells when she was happy and deep, resonating bells when she was angry.

“You’re getting better, Mare,” Mark said with a smile. I knew he was just saying that to be nice, and it did make me feel warm inside. But I wasn’t getting better. I felt so clumsy, like my limbs were weighted down as I struggled to properly move them. My husband moved quickly and deliberately. Unlike me, his body moved the way he intended it to, while I stumbled and flailed like a drunk chicken.

We had already been practicing for what seemed like a day. Time worked differently in the dreams, flowed slower. Mark kept referring to Inception, and he had looked so shocked when I admitted to having never seen the movie. For the last week, we had spent every other night training in the dreams; it was too exhausting with my pregnancy for me to train every night.

It wasn’t just physical fighting we trained. We also practiced spells, trying to figure out ways to use them in sticky situations. Wind spells to knock an opponent down, illusions to confound them, and levitating to put distance between you and your enemy. And Molech’s fire was a great last resort, burning anyone who touched you. I felt like I could do more with the fire, hurl it somehow, if I could just figure out how to control it better.

I also practiced my Gift, learning the Nun’s prayers. I could control an enemy’s Thrall – so long as they weren’t bound by the Zimmah spell – transforming them into traps to be sprung on their Warlock, or I could free the Thrall, or put them into a trance and interrogate them. With Warlocks popping up all over the world, I was the only one who could exorcise them and their Thralls. By touching their cocks. So unfair.

“Let’s practice shooting,” I finally said, growing too frustrated with the hand-to-hand training.

I was great at shooting. Since we were in a dream, we could shape or conjure anything we could imagine. I had been afraid of guns – they make that loud noise when they’re fired – ever since I was little. Once I got used to them, I found that there was something very satisfying about hitting the target and seeing the damage the bullet did. I especially liked to fire at targets that resembled Brandon, aiming at his crotch.

There was power in using a gun and being in control.

Mark and I spent a few dream hours – which was probably only ten minutes in the waking world – firing various guns; it was satisfying fun. I had shot a few while awake now – the bodyguards and soldiers were very accommodating – and I had been pleased to see that my training in the dream had translated into real skill in the waking world.

I switched to shooting a 9mm automatic pistol. Probably my favorite gun. I aimed at a fresh Brandon target, lining up the front and rear sights right at his crotch. I squeezed the trigger and the gun rapidly barked and jerked upwards in my hand as it spat out bullets. The target splintered, the first few bullets striking the crotch, then there was a jerky line going up his hip into his gut. I smirked in satisfaction. Shooting effigies of Brandon never seemed to grow old.

“I hope you enjoy hell, bastard!” Mark shouted.

I chill went through me. We had sold our souls to the Devil, just like Brandon. When we die, was eternal torment going to be our reward? Mark didn’t care about damnation when he sold his soul, and I had been too wrapped up in my love for Mark when I decided to sell mine. I had wanted so badly to be his equal that I didn’t think through my decision.

I wished Sam was back from France. She should be on a plane right now, landing this evening at La Guardia. The last few days I have been studying the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, trying to find a way out of going to hell. The book hinted of a spell that would require a child, a daughter. My hand touched my belly, the only child I would ever have. If it was a girl, there was a way that Mark could gain immortality, and since I wished to live as long as Mark, I would gain it as well.

If I, or one of the sluts that is pregnant with his child, bore a daughter, we would be able to cheat the Devil and escape our fate.

“It’s alright,” Mark whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

He was such a sweet man, sensing my turmoil. I closed my eyes, feeling safe in his strong arms. I knew in my heart that we’d be together forever—even in the torments of hell. I let go of the gun – it vanished back into dreamstuff before hitting the ground – and I wiggled my ass into his hardening cock.

This was the other great benefit of the shared dream; we were sleeping hundreds of miles apart. I was in New York City, in the Waldorf-Astoria, and Mark was at the Willard Intercontinental in Washington D.C. But that didn’t matter. We could be on the far side of the world and we were only a nap away from being together. My pussy moistened as I felt his stiff cock, and I imagined myself naked. The comfortable training clothes I wore vanished into black motes.

Mark’s arousal pressed against my naked ass. “Mmm, do you need some relief?” I asked my husband.

“Always Mare,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck. “When I’m with you, I always need relief.”

His words warmed my heart. He was always sweet with me, and it was one of the reasons our open relationship worked. He can be such a heartless bastard at times, treating women as things to satisfy his lusts, but never with me. Neither of us had to suppress our dark desires from each other, from the world. We were beyond morality—we were free. Free to trust and know that our various dalliances didn’t change how we felt for each other.

Suddenly we were floating in the blue sky, weightless. My auburn hair fanned about my head, like the tendrils of an anemone swaying in a current. I laughed, spinning about. You could have so much fun in the dreams. Something soft and fluffy bumped into my back, cushioning me. It was a cloud, cotton-white. I stretched out upon it, spreading my legs open. I rubbed a finger through my waxed pussy, already damp, and brought my digit to my lips and tasted my sweet, spicy flavor.

Mark let out a low growl as I sucked on my finger, then he buried his face into my pussy. “Umm, that feels wonderful, Mark!” I groaned. His tongue slid up my petals and flicked at my clit, while his fingers spread me open, before burying his tongue into my pussy.

My husband was a great pussy eater; I writhed on the cloud, enjoying his tongue and fingers. I ran my hand through his brown hair, his blue eyes staring up at me from between my pale thighs, and I could feel his love. I hated sleeping apart from him, but we both could control people, and were more effective separate than together.

His lips found my clit and I gasped my pleasure. “Umm, eat me, my horny stallion! Oh, hun, I’m so close! You’re driving me wild!” My orgasm built quickly. His fingers slid into my pussy, and moved deliciously in and out of my cunt. I shuddered; a small climax rippled through me.

Mark kept eating me out, sucking hard on my clit. Another orgasm shot through me and I writhed on the soft cloud. “Let me suck you!” I cried out. I wanted to make my husband feel just as amazing.

He spun around easily, his body floating down to mine. I opened my mouth and engulfed his hard cock. I grabbed his firm ass, groping him and pulling his cock deep into my mouth. I could taste the salt of his pre-cum as I bobbed my head. Mark moaned his appreciation into my pussy. I pulled him deeper, relaxing my throat, and slid his entire cock into my mouth. His pubic hair tickled my cheeks as I massaged his dick with my mouth. Then, sucking hard, I slid up until only the tip remained in my mouth, swirling my tongue about the sensitive head, before deep-throating him again.

“Oh fuck! That feels amazing, Mare!” he groaned. “My naughty filly!”

Another orgasm spasmed through me, my insides squeezing tightly; I could feel my juices splashing on my husband’s face. I moaned my pleasure on his cock, my mouth humming on his sensitive head. Salty cum suddenly flooded my mouth, and I joyfully drank my husband’s seed down, enjoying the thick, salty cream.

Mark pulled away, twirling about above me and I giggled. He looked so majestic as he moved without gravity, his muscular body glistening with sweat. He was so yummy! Then he dropped back down to the cloud on top of me, and we kissed passionately, fencing each other with our tongues. I enjoyed my sweet, spicy flavor as I wrapped my legs around his hips, and pulled my husband’s cock into my aching sheath.

“Fuck me, stallion!” I moaned as he penetrated me.

He took me hard and fast, driving me into the cotton-soft cloud. His cock felt amazing inside me. The bellboy I fucked last night may have had a dick that was a little bigger than Mark’s, but he didn’t know how to use his. My husband knew my cunt intimately, and angled his thrusts to hit all the good spots inside me.

“Fuck your filly!” I panted. “God, I love your cock!”

“Is that all you love?” Mark asked with a boyish grin.

“No! I love everything about you!” I pulled his face down and kissed him madly, running my hands down his broad back to his tight ass. Since he got the Gift his ass was so yummy; I loved to play with it.

Our groins slapped together, my clit grinding hard into his pubic bone, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure burning inside me. Mark’s hand found my right breast and he played with my nipple. He broke the kiss and bent his back so he could suck my nipple into his mouth, the wonderful pressure driving me closer and closer to my climax.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned over and over as his lips, his cock, drove me wild. I could feel a huge orgasm building inside me. A tsunami of passion that threatened to drown me. I couldn’t wait!

Mark switched tits, his cock pistoning rapidly in and out of my cunt. I loved it! His shaft rubbed on all the pleasant spots, sending more pleasure to the growing orgasm-tsunami. I licked my fingers, then spread his ass and found his asshole. I massaged the puckered ring, then slipped my fingers in and found his prostate.

“Holy shit!” Mark groaned as his cock exploded inside me.

I loved massaging his prostate. I would only do it once in a while because I loved his surprised reaction; his dick always seemed to flood an extra pint of cum – all warm and sticky – inside me when I did it, right where it belonged. He buried his cock all the way inside me as the last of his semen poured out, and I rubbed my clit on his pubic bone. I came! My orgasm washed through me, surging through every fiber of my being in wave after wave of rapture.

“I love you!” I screamed as the torrent of passion overwhelmed me. As it receded, I reveled in the feel of Mark’s strong arms holding me, his face nuzzling my neck.

We cuddled on that cloud for what seemed an eternity, my husband inside me, our lips gently kissing each other, loving each other. We didn’t talk; we were beyond words, and just enjoyed each other’s presence.

When I woke up, I was in the Waldorf-Astoria. The very suite Mark and I had stayed at the first time we came to New York. I smiled, remembering our first night, and the wild foursome we had with Rachel and Leah in this very bed. Xiu was snuggled up against me, the busty Asian slut’s tits pressed into my back. Jessica’s caramel face was inches from mine. She looked so peaceful as she slept. I closed the distance, and kissed her on the lips.

Her brown eyes opened and she smiled. “Good morning, Mistress.”

Xiu moved, rubbing against me from behind, her lips nuzzling at my neck. “Morning, Mistress,” she murmured sleepily.

I turned over and grabbed Xiu’s nipple jewelry, a pink butterfly dangling on a silver chain from a barbell piercing, and gave it a hard, painful tug. Xiu gasped in pain, lust shining in her eyes. Xiu was a masochist and nothing got her wetter than having her nipple piercings painfully pulled. “I have to pee,” I told her.

Xiu threw back the covers and slid down my body, spreading my pussy open. Her mouth latched onto my urethra and I relaxed, sighing as I pissed into her mouth. I could feel her sucking and swallowing all of my urine. The nasty sounds she made as she drank my piss just made my pussy wetter. Pleasure tingled through me as the pee flowed out. Once you’ve experienced peeing in a pretty woman’s mouth, how can you possibly ever use a toilet again?

Jessica bent over and captured one of my dusky nipples and started sucking as I finished peeing in Xiu’s mouth. The Asian slut licked at my pussy, searching for any errant drops of piss. Her tongue felt great, far better than any toilet paper, thick and agile, not rough. She was gentler than Mark, her lips and tongue softer on my pussy. My husband was a hound, aggressively licking me out, whereas Xiu was a cat, taking gentle, careful licks. They weren’t better or worse, just different. She licked through every fold and crevasse of my pussy, before her tongue started to lightly flick at my clit.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned. “I love your tongues on me, sluts!”

“We live to pleasure you and Master,” Jessica purred, reaching over to finger my other nipple as she sucked on the first.

The door opened and April walked in, naked save for her glasses and choker, carrying a tray that had a few sliced honeydew melons and a bowl of oatmeal. She set the tray on the nightstand and slipped into bed. The nerdy girl quickly sucked my other nipple into her mouth. Her legs wrapped around my right thigh and her wet pussy rubbed on my skin, slippery wet and hot.

“Looks like a party in here,” giggled Lillian.

The goth slut strutted in, dressed in a black corset that cupped her small, pale breasts and left her pink nipples bare. A very short skirt made of black gauze barely covered her pussy and her pale thighs were clad in black stockings held up by lacy, red garters.

I licked my lips. “Come sit on my face, Lillian.”

“Oh, I would love that, Mistress.”

Lillian practically skipped to me, climbing up onto the bed and straddling my face. Her pussy was shaved and I could smell her tart arousal as she lowered her wet cunt to my eager lips. I licked through her pussy, enjoying her flavor and the moans that issued from her lips. I began mimicking what Xiu was doing to my pussy. When Xiu’s tongue slipped into my sheath, I shoved my tongue into Lillian’s cunt, enjoying the feel of the silky, wet walls on my tongue. Then Xiu nibbled gently at my clit.

“Oh, Mistress!” Lillian gasped as I gently nipped at her clit with my teeth. “That feels wonderful. Thank you, thank you! I’m the luckiest slut in the world!”

April and Jessica continued nursing at my breasts, their lips and tongues sending pleasure tingling from my nipples down to my womb. Jessica sucked hard, nipping at my nipple, while April let her tongue do most of the work, swirling about my nub, then gently kissed my breast, while she humped hard at my thigh; I loved the feel of her cream on my skin. I had three mouths kissing and licking me, driving me closer and closer to a shuddering orgasm. When it finally exploded inside me, I screamed my pleasure into Lillian’s pussy.

“Fuck yes!” moaned Lillian, cumming and flooding my mouth with her tart juices. “Thank you! Oh, thank you, Mistress!”

Lillian cuddled next to me, and I reached over her to grab a slice of honeydew melon as Xiu, April, and Jessica slipped into a daisy chain on the floor. I took a bite of the sweet melon, listening to the moans of pleasure from the three sluts, when I felt nausea churn in my stomach and I bolted to the bathroom.

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Mark Glassner – The Willard Intercontinental – Washington D.C.

*This morning sickness is all your fault, Mark Glassner!* Mary sent. I could feel her discomfort in her thoughts.

I was balls deep in Desiree’s pussy, fucking the Latina slut as she ate out Tibby’s cunt, one of the two women I brought up to my hotel room last night. The other woman was Tibby’s teenage daughter Bryanna, who knelt next to Desiree as Alison sucked my cum out of the teen’s ass. I was enjoying one last romp with the mother and daughter before I left to attend to Congress.

*Just think of our daughter,* I sent back. *Just picture how beautiful she’ll be when you hold her in your arms.*

*Who are you fucking?* There was a strange, accusatory tinge to her thought.

*Desiree while she eats out this MILF’s ass. Alison is next to us, eating my cum out of the daughter’s ass.*

*You’re having an orgy while your wife is suffering?*

I frowned and stopped thrusting into Desiree. *What’s wrong, Mare?*

*I just hate vomiting. And I wish you were here. I like it when you hold my hair. It’s not the same with Lillian.*

*It’s only until tomorrow. Then I’ll be there to hold your hair. I love you.*

*I love you too. You can keep fucking Desiree. Make her scream for me and give my love to the other sluts.*

I resumed thrusting back into Desiree’s cunt. “Was that mi Reina?” she asked.

“Yeah, she said she loves all of her sluts.”

Alison beamed, her lips sticky with cum. “Don’t stop!” Bryanna gasped. “I’m so close to cumming. Keep licking me slut!”

Alison giggled and dived back into the teen’s ass. Desiree’s cunt squeezed on my cock; the slut was desperate for my cum. My balls tightened; I was nearing that wonderful edge, about to plummet off into the rapture of release.

“Fucking slut!” I groaned, slapping her full ass, watching her nut-brown cheeks jiggle.

“Cum in me, mi Rey!” she cooed. “Fill me with your spunk so I can make Alison eat me out.”

“Umm, I would love that,” Alison purred. “I love eating Master’s cum out of a woman’s hole, particularly when that woman’s my sexy wife!”

“Then keep eating my ass if you love his cum!” Bryanna moaned. “Oh Momma, I’m so close to cumming!”

“Me too, pumpkin,” Tibby gasped. “Oh god, her tongue is driving me wild. This slut is an expert on muff diving!”

“I taught her well,” Alison giggled. “Make that bitch howl, my Latin beauty!”

“Umm, I will, mi Sirenita. And I want to hear that teenage puta explode on your lips!”

“Oh fucking yes! I’m going to explode!” the teen girl shouted. “Holy shit! Her tongue’s wiggling up my butthole! Oh my Gods! Oh my fucking Gods!” Her body shook and she collapsed onto her belly. There was a pleased look on Alison’s face—a self-satisfied cat licking her lips.

I was almost there, just a few more strokes and I would be basting Desiree’s snatch with a huge load of cum. I gripped her hips and slammed into her, savoring every velvety inch of her cunt as my cock plowed in and out. She felt wonderful, driving my balls to distraction, and I unloaded inside her with a low grunt.

“Oh yes, oh yes!” Tibby panted, her pussy grinding into Desiree’s face. Tibby collapsed on the bed, quaking as her orgasm crashed through her.

Desiree hadn’t climaxed yet, so, after I pulled out of her cunt, I grabbed her clit and rolled it between my fingers a few times. She bucked and screamed, orgasming hard. Her cunt still gaped open; I could see the pink muscles inside spasming as she came, expelling my white cum with her juices.

“Thank you, mi Rey!”

“That was fucking hot!” Alison moaned, then kissed her wife as her fingers rapidly frigged her clit. The two sluts shared the flavor of a mother’s cunt and a daughter’s ass as Alison writhed, her orgasm shivering through her.

I sent Bryanna and her mother off, both bubbling with joy at spending the night with their God. Violet brought in my breakfast: scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and hash browns. I wolfed it down and dressed in the suit that Korina had laid out for me. The sluts wore their provocative clothes: Violet was the naughty schoolgirl this morning, Alison was stunning as a slutty genie, Desiree wore a naughty nurse’s outfit, and Korina dressed as a sexy goth girl.

The crowd waiting outside was even larger than last night, a tide somehow being held back by my soldiers, surging against them in their eagerness to see me. My soldiers were calling themselves the Legion: nearly 10,000 Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines that had sworn oaths of fidelity to me and had been bound by the Ragily prayer, the Monk version of the Zimmah spell. Unlike the Warlock spell, Ragily didn’t bind their life-force to me, but they would stay loyal as long as they served, and were gifted with certain advantages in fighting the supernatural.

A cadre of the bodyguards formed up around me, dressed as sexy cops. All were volunteers now, and their numbers had swelled to one hundred—all bound to me by the Zimmah spell. My poor mom’s cunt was getting raw from the number of times I had to fuck her earlier this week to bind all these cops to me. 51, commander of the bodyguards, saluted me.

“Good morning, sir,” she said, a smile on her ebony face.

“Let’s get going,” I said after greeting her with a kiss. Two of the bodyguards opened the hotel door and I stepped out to the cheering crowd.

Everything went blue around me, a shimmering field of rippling energy.

I froze; someone just shot at me and the bullet was deflected by my amulet. A loud gunshot cracked across the square and all the bodyguards and soldiers drew their weapons, scanning the crowd. Fear spurred my heart into overdrive and flooded ice through my veins. I was engulfed in blue two more times in rapid succession. I caught a muzzle flash from an apartment window to my left across the street. Only, it looked like the drapes were still drawn across that window.

I stared at the window and saw the fourth muzzle flash – a tongue of red-orange fire – pass through the curtain, but not disturb the fabric in anyway, before everything went blue around me again. One of the bodyguards tried to draw me back and I shook her off. I could see soldiers already pushing through the crowd, racing to that building while the counter-snipers on the hotel’s roof opened fire.

An idea popped into my head. There were news crews here – wherever Mary or I went, there were always news and paparazzi around – and they were broadcasting the attack to the world. This was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate some Godly powers.

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Jerrold Baxter

After the fourth shot bounced off the Tyrant’s shield I stopped firing and retreated from the window. The counter-snipers had figured out my position and were firing blindly at me, and one round had already whizzed past my head. I quickly disassembled my rifle and put it into its case. The soldiers out on the streets would be in the building and crashing through this apartment door in about a minute.

Plenty of time to escape.

I unsheathed a bronze knife. “Pasaq! I shouted and stabbed the air. My knife sank into nothingness, the tip vanishing seemingly into thin air. I started to saw the knife, cutting through the very fabric of reality, and began carving a portal to the Shadows.

Slipping into the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss, was not for the faint of heart, but it was a useful spell Noel had taught us after we made our Pacts. The best part: this spell wasn’t found in the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Noel was positive that Mark knew nothing about it. Apparently, after Noel had been freed from the Tyrants’ slavery, she had used her time to research the occult, and she found several other grimoires that had spells in them.

Spells that worked once we all had sold our souls to the Devil.

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Mark Glassner

“Get inside, Master!” 51 shouted at me.

“Stay back!” I ordered her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

51 let go of me and I unleashed Molech’s flames. The fire danced harmlessly on me, but anyone touching me would be burned. I then muttered, “Uwph,” the levitation spell, and soared over the crowd towards that window. This was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate my Godly Powers, and I swallowed my fear. Flying – even a few stories above the ground – unnerved me. I focused on the window, trying to ignore the growing distance between me and the ground. As I flew, I summoned my armor, the gold materializing about me, weighing me down slightly and forcing me to correct my trajectory.

I braced myself to crash through the window, crossing my arms and relying on my armor’s forearm-guards – the vambraces – to protect my face. Only nothing was there. It was an illusion. I landed in a living room that looked like it belonged to an old lady, tidy, adorned with doilies and vases and pictures of children hanging on the walls. In the center of the room was a man, dark haired and muscular, somehow drawing lines that glowed white in the air.

Drawn by a dagger that appeared to be sunk into nothingness. What the hell was he doing?

The man whirled, yanking his dagger out of the nothingness. It was bronze and glinted sharply as the man went into a fighting stance, the dagger held low. I slipped into an aikido stance, the martial art Azrael had taught me in my dreams. We eyed each other for a moment and then he lashed out with the knife.

I followed the arc, slid to the side and went to grab his knife hand. He moved; I missed the grab, his dagger scraping harmlessly across my gold breastplate. His foot lashed out and caught me on the knee between the greeves and the metal skirt; the pain flashed through me.

I limped back and peered at him and saw only a black aura. He was a Thrall. “Stop!” I ordered him.

He ignored me.

How the hell did he do that? There was no red fringe around his black aura; he wasn’t under the Zimmah ritual. So why didn’t my power work on him? As I pondered that, he thrust his knife at my face; I quickly brought my arm up and let the stroke glance off my vambrace. I grabbed his hand, shutting off my flames – I wanted to capture the assassin, not burn him to death – and grappled him.

*Are you okay, Mark?* Mary’s thought suddenly intruded as the assassin and I fell to the floor in a heap of grasping limbs.

*Busy!* I thought back.

*Oh God, Mark! Be careful!*

The man was on top of me, his dagger slamming down at my face. I grabbed his wrist with my right hand, halting his blow. We strained against each other. I threw an awkward punch at his face with my left hand and he blocked it. I heaved, and rolled him onto his back. He landed hard and the knife skittered away from him. I drew back my fist and punched him as hard as I could in the face.

My fist landed on his brow; I almost screamed in pain as I broke two of the knuckles on my right hand on his skull. The man blinked, looking stunned and trying to shake off the blow, while blood poured from a cut in his eyebrow. I grabbed the knife with my left hand and placed it at his throat.

“Who are you!” I demanded.

“A patriot,” he spat back. “Kill me, Tyrant. You will learn nothing from me!”

“How are you ignoring my commands?”

He spat in my face, stinging my eyes. Anger flashed through me like a firestorm and for a moment I started to press the knife into his throat before I stopped myself. You need him alive, I reminded myself. Adrenaline pounded through me, making it hard to think straight. This man tried to kill me and every instinct made me want to drive the dagger home in retribution. I took in a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain in my wrenched knee and broken knuckles, and calmed myself down.

There was an explosion at the door, wooden splinters raining, followed by my shouting soldiers. They froze in surprise and snapped to attention.

“My Lord,” the sergeant saluted in surprise.

“Take him,” I ordered, rolling off the man.

As the soldiers grabbed the assassin, I closed my eyes and concentrated on healing my broken knuckles and wrenched knee. The pain melted away as the bones reknit and torn ligaments mended. I stood up, dismissing my armor, and it fell off me in golden sparkles. The prisoner was bound with plastic cuffs and the soldiers were searching him roughly.

*I’m safe, Mary,* I sent.

*What were you thinking!* Mary demanded. *I just watched you on the news, flying like a comet at the man who tried to kill you! We have bodyguards and soldiers for shit like that! I about had a heart-attack watching your idiocy!*

I felt sheepish. *Sorry, Mare. I thought it would be good PR. You know, Gods shouldn’t run from danger. *

*Good PR? Good fucking PR?* I could feel an almost hysterical incredulity through the sending. *You idiot! You’re too important to risk on goddamn foolishness like that.*

I let the insult slide; she was just scared. *Watch out, Mare. This guy looked like a regular Thrall, but he ignored my orders.*

Unease filled her sending, *Sam gets back tonight. I’m flying down to D.C. with her as soon as her plane lands.*

*What about the UN?*

*The UN can go fuck itself, Mark!* Her fear and concern poured through the sending. *I need to see that you’re all right. In person. I can always fly back to New York tomorrow in time.*

*Okay, Mare. Love you.*

*I love you too, even if you can be pigheadedly stupid sometimes. Good PR!*

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Sheila Robbins, New York City

“Pasaq!” I shouted and stabbed my bronze knife into the air and slowly drew open a portal into the Shadows.

I was in an apartment looking down at the Waldorf-Astoria, the owner sleeping peacefully on his bed. On the news, they were showing Baxter getting dragged out, captured by Mark. I cursed, the Tyrant was far more powerful than Noel had reckoned. How had he deflected the bullet? The news clearly showed that the first shot caught the bastard off-guard.

I didn’t have time to think about that now. Down at the hotel, I could see Mary’s party preparing to leave and I jumped into the Shadows.

Clearly, sniper rifles were not the way to defeat them. They must have some sort of spell in place to protect them from gunfire. I was going to try a different way to kill Mary. I could slip through the Shadows and pop out right behind her and shove my dagger through her back before anyone could react. I knew just where to strike to slide past the ribs and find her heart. My blade was thick; it would destroy her heart. She would be dead before a cardiothoracic surgeon could even have a chance to save her.

Ten years in the CIA had taught me a few things.

I was surprisingly calm as I moved through the Shadows. I was going to die. It was unavoidable. Once I stepped out, I would have a few seconds to plunge my knife into her back before all those soldiers and sluts they called bodyguards would react and gun me down. It would be worth it. I would have killed one of the Tyrants.

Sometimes the mission is so important, so vital, to your Country’s freedom that you have to give up your life. A lesson I learned at the Farm during my training. I had spent years in backwater hellholes to protect my Country, so there was no way in hell I could stand back and watch the Tyrants destroy it. I was prepared to die to keep it free.

Moving through the Shadows was different. Distances didn’t measure directly. After taking a few steps, I could see Mary through the mists when I concentrated. I thrust my dagger into the veil that separated the mortal world and the afterlife, and started to carve my portal. It was faster to create on this side, somehow easier to return to the mortal world than to enter the spiritual. I drew the portal rapidly, my heart beating faster and faster. Three sides down, my knife sliding upwards to complete the doorway.

I was going to die with Mary’s blood on my blade.

A cold hand grabbed me and yanked me backwards face-to-face with a blonde, naked woman. She stared fiercely into my eyes; hers were blue and filled with an icy fury. “You will not touch our Mistress,” she hissed. Anger filled her voice, a terrible, cold rage that I had never felt in the living.

Our? I glanced around as I struggled in her cold grip only to see more women. Maybe a dozen of them, surrounding me. Shit! I stabbed my bronze knife at the blonde’s chest, aiming for her heart. I would need to kill her quickly if I had any chance against the rest. The blade bounced off her breast, the tip slightly bent. The blonde didn’t even seem to notice the blow.

“You should not have come here, mortal,” the blonde told me. She had Scandinavian cheekbones and she reminded me of a Valkyrie—beautiful, implacable, deadly.

Her other hand lashed out, grabbing my throat, and squeezed. I struggled in vain as cold fingers choked off my air. No! I couldn’t die! Not without stabbing that Mary in the fucking heart! I could not fail and let that bitch live!

I tried to saw through the fingers about my throat with the bronze blade, while my booted feet lashed at her legs. My toe cracked against her shin, and my knife didn’t even seem to irritate the skin of her fingers. My vision fuzzed, everything going black around me as my lungs burned for oxygen.

No! No! No! I will not be defeated by some naked, blonde bimbo!

The knife clattered from my hand. The strength fled my body. It was getting too hard to think; my vision reduced to a narrow tunnel filled with her fierce, blue eyes. No, I weakly protested as the tunnel shrank, narrowed, vanished.

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness. Into fire.

“Welcome, welcome,” a familiar voice roared as the flames began to consume me, cracking my skin. Lucifer appeared before me, shining like the sun. A red chain – molten, burning – bound about my neck, led to him. It was one of thousands. Everywhere I looked there were burning men and women; all the foolish idiots that sold their souls to him.

Oh God, I made a mistake. I tried to scream, but the flames burned down my throat when I opened my mouth, filling every fiber of my soul with pain. Nothing was worth this torment. No Country, no Flag, no person. Oh God, nothing was worth this torment!

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Mark Glassner – Washington D.C.

The Honorable Senator from the Great State of Texas was speaking when I walked into the Senate. His eyes fixed flinty on me as a great uproar went through the room. All the senators who were not under my power pulled earplugs out of their pockets and quickly put them into their ears. Irritation flashed through me; people were getting wise to the limitations of our powers. It didn’t matter; my soldiers had already surrounded the Capital Building, trapping most of the Senators and Congressmen inside.

The Senator from Texas, Ronald Bybee, put in his own earplugs and kept orating, “The Great State of Texas can no longer stand-by and watch as our Great Nation kowtows to this monster!” His finger pointed at me, jabbing with such violence like he wanted to reach across the room and plunge his finger deep into my heart. “Governor Holt has asked me to convey his decisions. As of today, October 7th, 2013, the Great State of Texas secedes from the Union and will once again be the Republic of Texas!”

I surveyed the Senators. Half looked worshipfully at me, kneeling down, while their colleagues with their earplugs either scowled defiantly or stared fearfully at me. Up in the gallery, the C-SPAN cameras rolled. The Legion streamed around me, fanning about the room, their boots echoing loudly.

“Do not kill anyone,” I ordered. “Remove their earplugs.”

I watched as my soldiers surged into the Senators. I felt a pang of guilt. I was betraying everything my Country stood for: Freedom, Liberty, Democracy. Our forefathers had reject the tyranny of Kings, and here I was imposing the harsher tyranny of a God upon them. It was all for the greater good, I told myself. Mary hinted that something bad was coming; we needed to prepare the world. Besides, once we had every man, woman, and child enthralled to us there would be an end to violence—to the suffering that men callously inflicted on each other. Everyone would be happy and live peacefully with their neighbors.

That was worth a little tyranny, right?

*33 governors and 11 lieutenant governors arrived for the meeting. Six States didn’t send anyone,* Mary sent. She was at a meeting of State Governors; we needed to get the State Governments under our thumbs just as much as the Federal Government. *How is it going at Congress?*

*I take it Texas is one of the six that didn’t send a representative?*

*How did you know?* Surprise pulsed in her thought.

*Texas just seceded from the Union.*

*Does the Govenor of Texas know you have his National Guard under your control?* Mary asked.

*He’s about to find out the hard way, I’m afraid.* I paused, considering Mary’s news. *I think we should arrest those governors that just sent their lieutenants, and place their lieutenants in charge of those States.*

*Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.* Bitter regret filled her reply. *Are we doing the right thing?*

*Hopefully, Mare.*

The commotion had died down, the resistant Senators had been cowed and were under guard; their earplugs removed. Only a few of them had to be roughly handled. Geraldine Medley, one of Washington State’s two senators walked up to the podium. “Senators, I’m proud to welcome our Lord and Protector, Mark Glassner!”

The loyal senators clapped and a few of the more bold, captured senators booed as I strode up to the Podium. “I am here today to have the Senate confirm that I am your loving God, here to protect you from the coming Darkness.”

As I spoke, my enemies became my most fervent allies. The Senate passed a constitutional amendment declaring us the Gods of America and our worship as the official State Religion. Then they agreed to a treaty placing America beneath the auspices of our Theocracy—the first sovereign state to be brought beneath our world government. They passed other laws, stripping all other religions of their tax exemption and further imposing a tax on all churches, synagogues, temples, mosques, shrines, and any other place of worship that didn’t follow us.

With the Senate in hand, I walked over to the House of Representatives to deal with the Congressmen and -women. My soldiers had already secured them and, after I had finished speaking, they unanimously voted for the laws, treaty, and amendments that the Senate had passed. I felt dirty as I left Congress, and kept telling myself it was all for the greater good.

After leaving Congress, I visited a few of the Embassies in D.C.: the British, French, and German, and placed their ambassadors under our control. The situation with Europe was tense. All the world leaders not under our power were avoiding our phone calls, making it difficult to get them under control. The ones that were under our power were facing considerable political turmoil. The Prime Minister of Britain, loyal to us, had been forced to resign by a Motion of No Confidence. Various parties were now vying for power in their Parliament. Worse happened to the unfortunate President of Pakistan: he had been beheaded by fundamentalists rallying behind the Taliban.

Mary arrived at the hotel that evening, flying down from New York just like she promised. It had been a long day, and I was tired and happy to see my wife.

“Mark!” Mary cried, rushing to me and throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me on the lips. Her hands ran all over my body. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, no, I’m fine, Mare!”

Then she poked me hard in the chest. “You need to be more careful! Good PR! Really, Mark?”

“Sorry.”

Then she kissed me again and clung to me. Beyond my wife, I could see both Sam and Candy. They both looked tired and Candy had her arms wrapped around Sam’s waist. “You have it?” I asked them.

“Yes, sir,” Sam answered. “Though we did run into some trouble.”

Mary nodded. “I had to heal Candy. She had a badly broken leg, and Sam had some cuts too.”

“What happened?”

“Lilith,” Candy spat. “One of her children.”

“An Alukah,” Sam explained. “A type of vampire. It killed two police officers and almost drained me dry of my blood.” Sam glanced fondly at Candy. “But she saved my life.”

Candy flushed. “It was nothing, Sam. You would have done the same for me.”

“She was amazing,” Sam continued. “She broke her leg jumping out of a second story window and then dragged herself back into the Motherhouse to save me.” Sam gave her a brief kiss on the lips. “Anyway, I can start constructing the Matmown right away.”

“Good,” Mary smiled, then glanced at me. “So, you captured a man immune to your powers?”

Sam’s eyes lit up. “A Warlock?”

“No, he has a black aura. Only, there’s no red fringe indicating he’s under the Zimmah spell,” I answered.

“Interesting,” Sam smiled.

“That’s one word for it,” I muttered as I led them to the elevator.

The elevator creaked down to the basement. The walls were bare, mortared concrete blocks, the floor a hard slab of more concrete. Soldiers guarded a utility room and muffled heavy metal music bled through the door. Was that Cannibal Corpse? The soldiers saluted, then they opened the door.

The assassin was handcuffed to a chair, a black bag over his head. A CIA interrogator leaned against the wall and straightened when I entered. He quickly turned the music off and the room plunged into ringing silence.

“What have you learned?” I asked.

The CIA interrogator shrugged. “Not much, my Lord. He’s Agent Jerrold Baxter, FBI. Thirteen years in the FBI, seven as an HRT sniper.” I frowned at the acronym. “Hostage Rescue Team. A counter-terrorist unit. Highly trained. No black marks on his record, three citations for bravery and one Medal of Valor, a very prestigious award in the FBI.”

Mary pulled the mask off the man then stuck a finger underneath her skirt. It came away wet with her juices and she traced a symbol on the man’s head—the Mark of Qayin. It was necessary to anchor any prayers she needed to cast on the prisoner. She murmured a Nun’s prayer, then frowned, straightening. “He’s not a Thrall.”

I looked at my wife in confusion. “What? His aura?”

“If he were a Thrall he would be staring blankly ahead,” Mary replied.

“It is possible he’s a Warlock,” Sam suggested. “If he made the right wish, perhaps it could have camouflaged his aura. Or perhaps there is a spell that can do the same.”

Mary reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. “What the fuck!” the assassin gasped.

Mary grimaced and stroked him, then bent down and sucked his cock into her mouth. A bewildered expression filled the assassin’s face as Mary’s head bobbed up and down. I gritted my teeth, hating to see my wife degrade herself. Memories flashed through my mind of Brandon holding her face, ramming his cock into her mouth, while she pretended to love it. I fought down the bile and anger. If I could I would bring Brandon back from the dead just to put another bullet in his head.

Sweat broke out on the man’s face and I could see him struggling to resist. He fought against his orgasm for a while, but Mary never stopped sucking, one hand gently massaging his balls. She alternated between deep-throating him, and licking just the tip of his cock. He squirmed in the chair; his face grew red and his breath quickened.

“Shit!” he moaned.

Mary quickly pulled her mouth off his cock, white cum shooting up into the air, and hissed, “Shalak.” The Mark of Qayin blazed white on the man’s head and his aura became silver.

A regular mortal’s aura.

Mary coughed and spat out his cum. The CIA interrogator handed her a water bottle and she noisily washed her mouth out, spitting into the corner of the room as I studied the man. My mind whirled. A Warlock that looked like a Thrall. A quarter of the nation must be under our powers by now; a sea of people that a Warlock with the right wish or spell could hide in. I glanced at Sam: eyes furrowed, mind churning away. She was always thinking, always working out problems..

“Why did you try to kill me?” I finally asked.

His aura turned black as my power affected him. “For Liberty!” he spat. “Did you think that you could enslave our Great Nation and patriots would not rise up and fight you?”

“There are more of you?” Mary asked, walking back.

“Many,” he spat. “We will not rest until you two are dead!”

“What are their names?” I demanded.

He frowned, and struggled to talk. “I…can’t…say!” he gasped.

“Ask him what his wishes were,” Sam suggested. I did.

“I wished to be immune from another person’s control; to make my aura appear black like a Thrall’s; and that anyone who signed our pledge could not have their names revealed to the Tyrants, Mark and Mary Glassner, and any who serve them.” He laughed, an almost maniacal, unhinged sound. “You see, as long as one of us still has our Pact, no-one can be forced to reveal our names!”

“You all made a Pact?”

His grin was wild. “All the Patriots! I may have failed today, but there will be others. We shall not stop! We are everywhere! We are legion!”

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General Gonzalo Olmos – The Governor’s Mansion, Austin, Texas

Governor Quincy Holt, the traitor to his Gods and Country, stood on the porch of the Governor’s Mansion besides the massive, white Doric columns that supported the roof. Local and national media were in attendance, filming the traitor as he prepared to make his speech declaring that Texas had seceded from the Union. The lawn was full of men and women cheering and clapping, waving Texan flags.

No US Flag flew on the mansion, only the State Flag. The Republic of Texas’s flag.

“It is with a heavy heart that I made my decision,” the traitor said into the microphones. “But I could not let the Great State of Texas fall into the hands of a false messiah. There is only one God, and his name is not Mark Glassner!”

A great cheer went up from the crowd. Signs were waved, reading: “Jesus is my savior, not Mark,” “ ‘Thou shalt have no gods before me.’ Exodus 20:3,” “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the exercise thereof!” and many more.

They were all traitors.

“General Olmos,” Captain Brentmeyers saluted.

I was the Adjutant General for the Texan National Guard. When Governor Holt mobilized the Guard to secede from the Union, I had been so sick to my stomach. His actions today would not pass unanswered. I would help my Gods preserve this Great Nation and not let some disgusting politician pull it apart like a murder of crows over a carcass. There would be no second Civil War if I could help it.

All of my soldiers agreed with me.

“Everything is ready, sir,” the captain told me, his young face pale.

“It will be okay, son,” I told him, clasping his shoulder and giving him a reassuring squeeze. “For our Country and for our Gods.”

He swallowed, straightening his back. “Yes, sir!”

The traitor continued his speech as I marched along the edge of the crowd towards the porch. My soldiers were positioned around the lawn, supposedly a show of support for the traitorous Governor. The bastard nodded to me – a jovial smile crossing his fat, ruddy face and a pleased, oily look filled his eyes as he saw me; the disgusting slug lusted for power – as I climbed the stairs to join him.

“General Olmos and I will protect…”

His oily eyes bulged in surprise as I drew my service handgun – a Colt .45 with a nickle-plated grip that I had polished until it gleamed like silver – and placed it to the traitor’s forehead. “For Mark and Mary!” I roared and executed him.

To be continued…

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Denise is not in this Chapter, slightly deceiving but she will back in Chapter 20, after a long absense Judge Janet is back to enjoy some nastiness with Master Rocky

Esperanza & Juanita were chained together , collar to collar , they both had received a massive load of Master Rocky’s jism all over their faces . Rocky was taking pictures of the mother/daughter duo cumslut team . His wife’s bff Juanita had become quite the whiner lately so he had fucked her up the asshole earlier while her very submissive mother Esperanza had licked his ass . He couldnt help himself so instead of cumming in Juanita’s asspipe , he had juiced the mom &daughter facially . Covered in his man goo . He added the pictures to a very special part of his collection . He many of his wife Cindy & her mom Nina covered in facial goo but not as many of Esperanza & her daughter Juanita . Cindy because she was the mom to his offspring was now less in his sexual rotation , & he would often bring Juanita to places where he needed a woman his own age for appearances sake , but mostly Rocky was always dominated his older bitches . After he finished taking the pics , he unleashed Juanita & told her to take a shower he unhpnotized her (she & his wife Cindy were ging clothes shopping at the mall later (boring he thought ). After Juanita left ,he collared & leashed Esperanza and told her to put on her thigh hooker boots , which she did. As Rocky lay on his king-size , Esperanza began sucking on her master’s balls . Rocky made a phone call , Janet how are you darling ??? are you free ??? yes , why don’t you come over immediately . Oh okay i’ll come to your place instead . Esperanza was now sucking on her masters ginormous shaft & it didnt take long before he filled her mouth with the man dessert she so craved . Rocky told Esperanza they were going to visit Janet (she was the municipal judge / sexslave who married Rocky & Cindy earlier in the series ) Before they left they took a shower together , where Rocky fist-fucked Esperanza to orgasm before they cleaned up.

Chapter 1-At Janet’s Place

Rocky loved Janet’s home because it had an indoor heated swimming pool . outside it was January , but indoors , these two 50something old slags were wearing thong bikinis & heels , they had all gone for a swim were nearly all dried off. So Rocky decided it was time for a long overdue blowjob from his most intelligent sex slave Janet, unlike Esperanza she couldnt deepthroat his whole member and she still had a gag reflex , but Rocky didnt care . Today he was gonna facefuck Janet hard & give her a massive cumfacial & he had Esperanza record it on his cellphone . Janet had no time to abject cuz her mouth was full of master’s young penis . Janet wasn’t bad at giving head thought Rocky as he unloaded his man goo all the slutty face. .Covered in facial jism , Rocky grabbed the cellphone from Esperanza and snapped some pics of the sexy judge facially covered in his semen ,Cindy , his wife would get a kick out of seeing these he thought. Rocky was tired , so after Esperanza licked the jism off Janet’s face, he had the tall amazon sit on Janet’s face. Janet only ate pussy when she was around her master & was not attracted to women otherwise . Esperanza could tell that Janet was inexperienced in pussy-licking but smothered the old bitches face anyway. After 20mins of this , Esperanza reached a mini-orgasm. Rocky had gooten stiff from watching the lesbian show , so he lubed his fingers , & stuck them first up Janets ass , then did the same to Esoeranza’s shithole ,Both cumsluts were positioned doggystyle, side by side (poolside ) as Rocky now alternated assfucking Janet & Esperanza . When he finally finished, he had given Janet the anal creampie and Esperanza was giving the responsibility of cleaning Janets ass with her tongue.

Chapter 2

Sheila was on knees underneath the dining room table at Rocky’s house . She was giving her son/ master head while Rocky & Cindy were talking about the holiday they were taking next week . The old bitch had no gag reflex , & she was at her son’s house often because he enjoyed her oral skills . Sheila had the enormous prick down to the base. Yesterday she had giving head to Bernard ( Rockys dad )& he had cum in 2 minutes , the wimp had no stamina . It had been already 15minutes since her head had started bobbing up & down . Rocky finally unleashed his goo & Sheila had swallowed some before Rocky decided to get up and give her a beauty facial treatment . Covered in her son/master’s goo , face looked like a vanilla milk shake. Cindy took pics , she knew that sometime soon when they were alone , she’d jerk him off while they went through his collection of taboo cumfacial pics.

Chapter 3 -2 weeks later

Sheila was home & horny & no one was around , not even her cuckold husband Bernard. So she remembered what her Master/Son Rocky said to her, if im not available , you have my permission to fuck yourself with objects . She was soaking wet from playing with her clit & was slightly drink from drinking wine . So Sheila set the wine bottle on the floor & rode the bottle while playing with her clitoris. Her mind went back to the last time Rocky used her as a cumbucket, Cindy & Rocky would be back soon from vacation she wondered what kinky things she’d be made to do next??? As she thought about this , Sheila achieved orgasmic bliss.

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The first time a woman had ever watched me giving a man fellatio was very recent, before she knelt in front of me, parting my legs, licking and kissing her way up my thighs. See my story, LORNA MEETS CECIL.

Her tongue expertly finding my clit. My first ever lesbian lover, I loved it, Cecil my lover, was almost correct when he told me, “Women are always better at tongue fucking another woman than men.”

When I first met Cecil, he told me he was a widely published writer of business books, many of them used as tertiary texts. Adding he was also a prolific writer of porn stories, hundreds of them on a porn website.

He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps you could help me write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?”

Initially I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Conversely his porn stories were very exciting and covered many sexual themes I was unfamiliar with.

We quickly became lovers, Cecil introducing me to a whole new diverse range of sexual pleasures, though after a while I sensed his interest in me was waning.

“Have you read any of my stories involving Sarah?, Cecil asked me one day.

“Yes I have, she is a very exciting bisexual woman.”

“Would you like to meet her? I feel sure you and Sarah would be very compatible.”

We were very compatible from the moment we met. Greeting each other by lightly kissing with our tongues. Our eyes darting all over each other. Undressing each other with our eyes.

Sarah telling me, “Cecil speaks highly of you. He told me you were a very exciting lover. Did he explain to you I was bi? That I have an incredibly high sex drive? That I thrive on sexual excitement, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay, even the lack of it sometimes, to receiving and giving sexual pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

She had my full attention as she continued, “l am of French descent, sexually sophisticated, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting.” So much information to tempt me.

Holding my hand, sucking my middle finger, looking me straight in the eye when she told me, “And I love being teased and licked.” Lunch together the same day. Sarah opening up to me. Confirming she was an exciting bi-sexual woman. Intent on seducing me. Wanting her to seduce me.

Taking in her every word when she told me, “I was in my early thirties before I gave my sex drive full expression. My body had matured by then and I had learnt my big ass was my best feature. I loved the excitement of flaunting it for both sexes, the reaction of men licking and kissing it as foreplay. Even better if their lady was watching or tongue kissing me.

“I am to please and be pleased sexually. A man’s size is important for me and I love being licked, teased and edged by both sexes, I lost all my inhibitions between my second and third husbands and I love having sex with an audience. And I really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

“Around once a month I love having a second man to pleasure me, before I pleasure him while my man watches, and often he will pleasure my man: oral sex only – no intercourse is the rule. To be fair to my man we sometimes share another female which we both enjoy.”

Asking myself would I be comfortable in that situation with Sarah and her man who I hadn’t met? Yes, I would be, Sarah had me hooked. I want to have her, a mutual seduction. And perhaps share her with her man? Stretch my sexual boundaries even further?

Sarah continued, “I have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please my man and our guests, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay, or sometimes the lack of it, to receiving and giving pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

“I was barely nineteen when a slightly older man licked and sucked my nipples for the first time while I enjoyed flaunting my topless body for him. Ever since then having my nipples licked and sucked is a major turn on for me. I was twenty-years old when a man licked me to orgasm for the first time. And I was hooked. It was around the same time I gave a man a blow job for the first time. I soon realised the power I could have over a man while giving him oral sex.

“Since then I make a point of telling any potential lovers, I love being licked and teased. Though it was almost twenty years later before another woman licked me to orgasm.

Later in my condo Sarah showed me how she much she loved being licked, teased and edged by both sexes. In a Uber on the way to my condo we had our hands all over each other, kissing with our tongues, our hands teasing the insides of each other’s thighs.

Helping Sarah undress for me before we showered. A self satisfied look on her face as she dropped her knickers to show me her totally bald cunt lips. An exciting new look for me. Showering together, sliding our erect nipples over each other’s. Passionately kissing as we towelled each other dry.

Licking Sarah like an ice cream, her magnificent big ass a new turn on for me, talking to me while I licked and kissed it. Licking and sucking her erect nipples, before I licked her bald cunt lips, the first time I had seen a woman with a totally bald cunt.

Thriving on the challenge of bringing her to orgasm. Listening to her urging me, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” as she orgasmed almost repeatedly. A multi orgasmic woman for me.

A pillow under my ass, any thoughts of Cecil banished as Sarah gave me a long and exquisite tongue fuck.

Inviting me to meet some of her girlfriends on Tuesday afternoon. Just as l had guessed they were all incredibly attractive lipstick lesbian, bi-sex women, beautifully groomed in designer clothing, three around my age, a fourth one Marie much younger in her mid-twenties. One of the women I recognised as an important politician with a husband on numerous business boards.

I quickly became apparent they were all going to watch Marie seduce me. Six months ago I was wondering if I would ever a sex life again. Now Sarah holding my hand, kissing me lightly for the benefit off her bi girlfriends as one of her girlfriends undressed me, another of them undressing Marie. Bi-sexual love making or bi-sexual group sex I wondered as Marie and I looked at each others now naked bodies.

Maries and me lusting after each other with barely a word spoken, Sarah had matched us well. The age difference a bonus turn on for everyone in the room. Sarah helping me settle in a chair, standing behind me, kissing me over my shoulder as Marie parted my legs, licking her way up my thighs.

Anticipating her tongue on my clit, so good with four women watching, including Sarah my new same sex lover. All of the women naked as they watched Marie making love to me. Kissing with our tongues, licking and sucking my tits. Teasing my clit with her tongue. Two of Sarah’s friends making love while they watched. Sarah naked, holding hands with the other woman, a hand on her ass.

So comfortable and so exciting for me, a much younger bi woman, almost a young girl making love to me, tongue fucking me, with Sarah my new bi lover watching.

Sarah finally inviting me to her condo to meet her man on a Sunday afternoon. The thought of Sarah making love to me while her man watched such an exciting thought,

So exciting Sarah seducing me, undressing me while her man Roger watched, returning her kisses all the while.

I was on my back on a bed, a pillow under my ass while Roger was fully clothed along side the bed holding my hand, as he watched his lady Sarah making love to me, tongue fucking me. A huge turn on for me, another bi woman tongue fucking me with her fully clothed man watching, admiring my naked body.

Hoping and wondering if he and Sarah were going to turn this into a three-way for me. Wanting them both to pleasure me, especially after some of the things Sarah had told me about her man Roger.

So excited at the thought of tongue fucking Sarah while her man watched, preferably naked. He did watch while naked, with a wonderful big thick erection while Sarah sat in a chair, legs spread for me, my arms wrapped around them, one leg over my shoulder.

Roger sliding the tip of his erection over Sarah’s rock hard nipples, before he slid his erection between her pursed lips in a fucking motion.

Inviting me to visit them again the next Friday night. Sarah phoning me during the week to confirm and asking if she could speak openly to me.“If I am speaking out of turn, just say no. Roger wants to have you while I watch, tongue fuck you. I want to lick and kiss your nipples while I watch. Am I speaking out of turn Lorna? If you need to think about it you can call me back.”

Thirty-minutes I did call her back, my phone on speaker, naked apart from my wide open silk blouse, teasing my clit with a fingertip, my favourite vibrator at hand. Asking Sarah to explain to me again what her plans were for the Friday night.

Wanting to make it obvious to Sarah I was masturbating for her and the thought of her watching her man tongue fucking me.

“You sound preoccupied. Are you masturbating for me Lorna?”

“Yes I am Sarah.”

“Oh wow, tell me about it.”

“I am fantasizing about your man Roger having me, tongue fucking me while you watch. While you lick, suck and kiss my nipples while you watch.”

On the Friday just as Sarah had told me, I made a point of dressing to impress for her and Roger. When I arrived Roger opened the door to greet me wearing one of his business shirts, all of the buttons undone to flaunt his impressive though flaccid cock for me with Sarah standing behind him wearing an identical shirt with all the buttons undone.

Both of them tongue kissing me by way of greeting, as I responded. Both of them holding my hand as they led me to their sex room. Mirrors on all the walls and ceiling, some stools and two chairs with arms laying back at an angle.

Sarah approvingly watching Roger lift my skirt over the tops of my stockings, lifting it over my garter belt, exposing my naked, freshly waxed cunt lips without any knickers.

Sarah watching Roger kneel in front of me, holding my gaze as his tongue tip found my clit, his hands on my bare ass. Sarah and me kissing with our tongues, removing my blouse, licking my nipples while she watched her man Roger tongue fucking me. Removing her shirt, then Roger’s, a hand on each other’s big ass’s while Roger went to work on my wet cunt lips.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world for Roger to fuck me after he bought me to orgasm with his tongue. My first fuck with a man’s erection in weeks. So exciting with his lady Sarah watching, who was also my bi-sex lover. Sarah tongue kissing me passionately while her man was fucking me. Teasing my clit with a fingertip, licking and sucking my nipples while her man was inside me, fucking me. New levels of sexual pleasure for me, her man bringing me to orgasm with his erection while his lady and me kissed with our tongues.

A few days later Sarah telling me over the phone, “I want to watch one of my girlfriends seduce you. Are you free this Friday night? Don’t ask any questions now, though I am sure you will enjoy her.”

Sarah’s girlfriend Janice turned out to be my first ever young girl, around twenty-years younger than Sarah and me. Just as she had promised, I did enjoy her.

Janice arrived just after I did. A lip stick lesbian blond, not much older than a young girl Sarah had alluded to. Oozing sex appeal for me as Sarah made cursory introductions. Kissing me with her tongue, “Sarah has told me lots about you, I hope you want what I want?” I did want what Janice wanted.

Telling her I wanted her to seduce me as I undressed her young, beautiful firm body while Sarah watched, kissing both of us while she watched. Sarah and me undressing each other, kissing some more as Janice watched us, knowing she was the major attraction.

Janice licking, sucking, nibbling, kissing, and softly biting my naked body, so sexy from a very experienced bi girl —enjoying the biting especially, I hadn’t realized how biting coupled with licking and sucking at the same time could be so arousing. A wonderful new form of sexual pleasure and pain for me.

“Relax and enjoy Lorna, Janice and me have waited a long time for a woman like you,” Sarah told me. “Do our flat tongues feel different to our pointed ones?,” she teased as they .both licked me.

I could still remember Sarah telling me the second time she had me, ‘A flat tongue covers more area while a pointed tongue is more intense’, as she encouraged me to try both for my sexual pleasure. ‘The more you understand how the different techniques feel, the better off you will be at knowing what will make you orgasm, multiple times.’ She was correct and so good, using her tongue to bring me to orgasm, multiple times.

“So good, you are so good, so fucking good,” I was moaning as Sarah watched Janice give me different kinds of strokes with her tongue, circular, side-to-side, up-and-down.

One hand touching my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples, caressing my stomach. Sarah watching and listening to my reactions still learning what works best for me, intent on maximizing my sexual pleasure.

“What else would you like? What else can we do to increase your sexual pleasure?,” Janice and Sarah whispered.

Spreading the folds of skin around my cunt lips, focusing on licking the area just above my clitoris. Teasing me and increasing my sexual pleasure, Janice using her index finger to intersperse horizontal finger strokes across my glans with vertical tongue strokes.

As my arousal increased, Janice inserting and removing a finger in a fucking motion, using her tongue to enhance my sexual arousal even further, sliding a finger into my cunt lips to complement and push my arousal to the next stage. Moaning with pleasure for her when Janice pressed her finger upwards into my G-spot, while applying long, persistent licks along my cunt lips.

“What else would you like Lorna? What can we do to increase your sexual pleasure?,” Sarah whispered intent on maximising my sexual pleasure as we tongue kissed.

“Slide two two fingers in and out while you suck my clit, harder,” I replied, my breathing laboured.

Always a buzz for me, being pleasured by a new sexual partner with their tongue. “That is so good, so fucking good,” I moaned involuntarily. Don’t stop, this must be the best tongue fuck I have ever had, don’t stop, you are so good.”

Minutes later Janice was on her back on the bed, a pillow under her ass, resting on her elbows, wearing just her heels, one leg raised as I nibbled her almost bald cunt lips with my tongue. “You are a challenge for me Janice, I want to tongue fuck and bring you to orgasm, show me, help me and tell me.”

“I love being licked and teased, just keep doing that. So good I am multi-orgasmic, I love our girlfriend Sarah watching,” Janice told us as she guided my head and lips. Then after a few minutes, as my tongue found her exact spot, she was almost chanting, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”

Then, some minutes later, “Watch me cum, watch me, gunna cum, so good, so fucking good, gunna cum,” she repeated at least four times.

“What else would you like Janice? What can we do to increase your sexual pleasure? And ours perhaps?,” Sarah asked in the afterglow after we all showered together. “Perhaps a golden shower for you both?”

So exciting, for the first time in my life watching a woman my age giving a young girl a golden shower, while waiting for my turn. Sarah had obviously done this before, expertly positioning herself close to Janice, legs spread, one hand on her hip, teasing her cunt lips with the fingers of her other hand, a look of immense concentration on her face.

“Oh wow, oh fuck,” Janice and me exclaimed as one as Sarah released a golden stream directly over Janice’s vagina. The look of pleasure on both women’s faces exquisite.

Janice and me kissing with our tongues as Sarah readied herself for my golden shower. “Oh wow, oh fuck,” was all I could manage to mutter as Sarah released a golden stream directly over my vagina.

The three of us bonding together naked in the shower afterwards. Janice asking, “I wonder what the straights are doing tonight.

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Lilith’s plague strikes Seattle.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013, 2014

Chapter Forty-Five: Wormwood

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

We had been in San Francisco for a week, spreading the Holy Word, when Wormwood erupted. Brian fell ill, and a great fear clutched my heart. The hospitals had been overwhelmed and I could only sit next to my husband and pray. I furiously prayed to our Living Gods, over and over until my sex grew sore with the ferocity of my devotions. On the third night, the God appeared in a vision before me, glowing like the sun. He took me in the vision, pleasure suffusing my entire being. “All will be well, my slut,” he had proclaimed as my passion overcame me. “Your faith has been rewarded.” The next morning, Brian’s fever lifted.
–Second Missionaries 14:01-03

Tuesday, November 12th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – City Hall, Seattle

I found Mary in the mayor’s office, sitting on the edge of his desk. Mayor Erikson appeared to have been enthralled by Lamia – who was either Lilith or one of her daughters – and I left the man calling pathetically for, “My sweet Lamy!” with the soldiers downstairs. Mary would have to fix him with her Gift later.

My wife still wore her black fatigues, though she took off the stab vest. Underneath the vest she wore a tight, black halter top that molded to her perky breasts and slightly round stomach. She was just starting to show her pregnancy. Her auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she looked fetching as the rising sun streamed in through the window behind her.

“Mark,” she purred. “I believe I promised to fuck your brains out?”

I grinned, my cock hard. The fight in the warehouse had been terrifying, but afterward I felt so alive. And I wanted nothing more than to prove how alive I was by fucking my wife. I sauntered to her and she slid off the desk. Man, she looked sexy in her fatigues, like an amazon.

She kissed me with passion, pressing her body to me, and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth. “Fuck me,” she hissed, grinding her crotch into my hard cock. “God, I need it so bad!”

I spun her about, bent my wife over the desk. She pushed the computer monitor and keyboard to the side, and they crashed to the floor. I squeezed her ass through the fatigues, then ripped them off her ass along with the sky-blue boy-shorts she wore underneath. Her cunt was wet, waxed bare, and I whipped my cock out and shoved it in.

“Fuck, that’s nice!” I moaned as I pounded her pussy.

“Yes, yes!” she cried, writhing on the desk. “Take me, stallion!”

The soldiers guarding the door were sure to hear us; that just made it hotter. I buried my shaft into my wife’s tight hole over and over. The desk rattled and slid on the beige carpet. Mary’s freckled ass jiggled every time I bottomed out in her cunt; the cheeks were plump, inviting, and I smacked my hand down on her ass.

“Ohh, spank my ass!” Mary groaned.

I slapped her again, leaving a red hand-print. Then I grabbed her auburn ponytail and yanked her head back. I usually wasn’t this rough with her, but after the fight, we both were boiling over with energy that needed a release.

I pulled her head up, and whispered in her ear, “You like this? You like it when I fuck you hard?”

“Yes, yes!” she cried out, her green eyes lidded with lust as she looked over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me, stud! Make me howl in pleasure!”

“Naughty filly!” I panted, and slammed my rod harder into her cunt. “Naughty fucking filly!”

“Yes! So naughty! I’m your naughty filly! Oh God, make me cum!”

Her cunt convulsed on my cock as her passion swept through her. She felt delicious, wonderful as her sheath milked my cock. I pulled back, and drove my cock home. Every muscle in my body tensed as my passion exploded thick into her.

Mary was shaking, breathing heavily, and then I heard a soft sob escape her lips. Fear filled me. Was I too rough? “Did I hurt you?” I tenderly asked.

“No,” she said, sniffing. “It’s just…You almost died again, Mark.”

I pulled out of her, scooped my wife up in my arms, and carried her to the plush, leather chair behind the desk. Mary curled up on my lap, and I stroked her hair as she softly cried. “I didn’t die though,” I reassured her.

“I know, but…it was so close.” She looked up at me, her green eyes red with emotion. “You were so burned. I didn’t even know how you were still standing.”

“You have no idea how close it was,” I whispered.

“What?”

I swallowed, remembering the hate I felt when I saw Lilith. “I almost killed her. I…”

“Shh…” she said, putting her finger to my lips.

I swallowed; she was right. It wasn’t safe to talk about this here. If I had killed Lilith, then the final lock on the Devil’s prison would have sprung open, and he would have escaped Hell. I was only supposed to capture her.

I had to be more careful.

Mary kissed me gently. She couldn’t say anything more, not outside of the Matmown. The Devil could be spying on us right this second from the Shadows. The only safe place to talk was that metal room, the Matmown. No spiritual being, not even the Devil, could penetrate the spells warding it. She was trying to reassure me, to quell the guilt and recriminations that twisted about inside me. We had driven Lilith from Seattle. She was no longer right on our doorstep, and we could take the time to figure things out, and to be ready for our next confrontation—and the consequences. Sam should be leaving for Israel in a few hours to study the Dead Sea Scrolls and figure out how to trap Lucifer if the worst should happen.

The kiss was soft, gentle, loving. I stroked Mary’s face, relaxing into her lips. The kiss grew more passionate, Mary shifting, squirming on my lap as she kicked off her fatigues and underwear. My tongue explored her sweet mouth. I kept hold of her face, not wanting to break the kiss as she straddled me. We broke the kiss only long enough for me to pull her black halter-top off, my hands instantly going to her freckled breasts as we kissed again. Mary shivered in pleasure as I played with her nipples.

My wife raised her hips up, guided my cock to her wonderful hole, and slid achingly slow down my shaft. I groaned into her lips, enjoying the sensation of being buried in her sopping cunt. Then she raised up slowly – a shudder passed through my body – and then back down. This wasn’t the frantic rutting of a few minutes ago; we were making love this time, slow and passionate.

My right hand let go of her left breast, sliding down her silky skin to cup her plump ass, guiding her hips as she slowly rode me. The leather chair creaked and my stomach sank as it leaned back. For a moment, I feared the chair was falling backwards. Then it stopped; her breasts hung down to brush my chest. She smiled in relief, then she pumped up and down on my shaft.

“Oh, Mark,” she moaned, her emerald eyes staring down at me. Her ponytail hung down her neck and brushed my shoulder. “I love you.”

I squeezed her ass, urging her to go faster, and pulled her down for another kiss. I put all my love into my lips, nibbling on hers and playing with her tongue. She tasted sweet. She rocked faster on me. The pleasure intensified, building in my balls, and I drove my cock into her. The chair wobbled and creaked, sliding about on the plastic mat on the floor, moving into a shaft of morning sunlight. Mary’s hair was a tongue of fire kissing my shoulder and chest as we made love.

“My Mare!” I groaned, feeling my balls tightening. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it,” she whispered, her face flushed and sweaty with passion. “Cum in me.”

Her velvety cunt gripped my cock as she slammed down and I exploded in her. She mewled in pleasure, her body shaking atop me as her passion burst inside her. She gasped once, then sighed, and snuggled against my chest.

“I love you, Mare,” I whispered, my hand stroking down her side, down to her baby bump. “You and our child.” I was going to have other children, with the sluts, with other women, but I knew I was going to love our children just a little bit more.

“Our only child,” Mary sighed.

“What?” I asked her. “We can have other children.”

“Nuns don’t get pregnant, Mark. As long as I have the Gift, this is our only child.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry. It’s not fair that I’m having all these children.”

“It’s okay, Mark.” She shifted, looking up at me, and kissed me. “We’ll have one child, at least.”

“One daughter. I told my sperm, remember.”

She laughed. “It doesn’t work that way, Mark.”

“Sure it does. Willow told me so. She’s an OB/GYN.”

Mary rolled her eyes. It was good to see her happy. Maybe having only one kid wasn’t so bad, Mary wanted to name our first son Albert, after my grandfather. He was a great guy, but Albert was a terrible name. Our daughter would be named Chasity in memory of the loving woman that gave her life for Mary.

“Fine, if we only have one child…” Mary started to say.

“A daughter,” I corrected.

“Fine, if we only have a daughter, her middle name will be Alberta,” Mary declared with a mischievous grin. Did she read my mind? “Chasity Alberta Glassner.”

Fuck. That was almost as bad. I opened my mouth to object, when the doors opened and Jessica walked in. She smiled at us, sauntering over to the desk. She wore a slutty secretary’s outfit: a very short skirt, gray, thigh-high stockings, and a transparent, blue blouse that her caramel breasts were easily visible through.

“Master, Mistress,” she smiled, sitting down on a chair across from us.

Mary smiled back, then climbed off me. Jessica’s eyes fell on her messy cunt, and licked her lips. Jessica was a good slut. When Mary perched on the desk’s edge and spread her legs, the slut quickly buried her face in my wife’s pussy and licked my cum out of her. Mary gripped her honey-brown hair, writhing her hips. Her auburn hair tossed, and it wasn’t long before she was shuddering in pleasure, tossing me a smile over her shoulder as she came.

“Umm, that was good,” Mary purred.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Jessica smiled, her lips sticky with pussy cream and my cum.

“Why don’t you bend over the desk and let Mark fuck your ass,” Mary ordered her. I smiled at Mary; she was a such loving wife, and always made sure my needs were taken care of.

“Are you ready to run the city?” I asked Jessica as I hiked up her gray skirt.

“Yes, I…ohh…am!” Jessica gasped as I slipped my cock into her tight ass.

“Good, we’re heading back to Tacoma after this,” I told her, fucking her bowels.

“I’ll make sure things run smooth, Master!”

“I know you will. I have complete faith in you.”

Her dark face flushed as she turned around to look back at me. “Thank you, Master! I won’t let you down.”

Her ass was tight, hot, as it gripped my cock. I squeezed her caramel hips and pounded her hard. My balls slapped against her pussy, and her ass constricted slightly every time her little slit was struck.

“I don’t trust the new head of Seattle’s Police,” I continued. “Have her arrested. In fact, you might want to purge as many women out of the government as possible. Lilith had a lot of female followers. No men though.”

“Oh, yes!” Jessica responded, thrusting her ass back against me. “That makes sense. She’s a man-hater.”

“Round up all the high-ranking government officials that are women,” Mary commanded; she looked so sexy perched on the desk, the morning sun lighting up her body. “We’ll sort out which ones work for Lilith and which ones are innocent.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Mary leaned over, her face inches from Jessica. “Are you making my husband feel good, slut?”

“I am, Mistress,” Jessica answered.

“Good,” Mary smiled and kissed her.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I muttered as I watched my wife kissing Jessica. My balls were close to exploding, and I groaned and shot my wad into Jessica’s ass.

Mary broke the kiss. “Clean his up cock, slut.”

“Absolutely,” Jessica purred, and quickly knelt before me, sucking my dirty cock into her mouth.

Mary slipped off the desk, rubbed Jessica’s head, and told her, “You’ll do just fine. We both love you.”

Jessica beamed around my cock.

The door banged opened and Sam walked in, flanked by Candy. “I think Lilith may have done something to Fiona.”

“What?” I asked her as Jessica released my cock.

“It’s possible she’s a trap,” Sam answered. “Fiona was left alone in the Mayor’s house with none of Lilith’s children to guard her. The demoness had to know we were coming for her soon. She was ready to escape when your forces assaulted.”

“Lilith meant for her to get captured?” Mary asked.

Sam nodded. “What if Lilith intends for you to exorcise her. She’s a Warlock, right?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “She’s made some Pact with Lilith.”

“Well, Lilith knows a lot. What if she baited Fiona somehow. If you try to exorcise her, it’s possible for it to backfire and harm you. Maybe even kill you.”

Mary paled, swallowing, and a chill ran through me.

Candy nodded. “It’s what I would do. And Lilith is a crafty bitch!”

“Then how do we interrogate her?” Mary asked. “I’m not sure I can torture Fiona. She was one of ours, Mark.”

It left a queasy feeling in my stomach, but we needed to know about Lilith’s plans. “Maybe there is a way,” I realized, glancing at my wife. “When you made your Pact with the Devil, Mary, what did you wish for?”

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Tir – Sangi, the Democratic Republic of Congo

I watched Thamina, my birth-mother, sit disconsolately on the doorstep of a rough hut.

Fiona, her wife, never made it to the rendezvous. She was dead or captured; my birth-mother grieved her absence. We were in one of the three villages filled with the women we rescued from several ‘refugee’ camps in the jungles of Africa. In these camps, vile men called ‘warlords’ would wander in and claim these women for his men to be raped. Well, Mother sent my sisters and I to save them, and we made short work of a dozen of those bands. These women, recognizing the divinity of Mother, welcomed her embrace. By the end of the week, an army of my sisters would be born and we would retake Seattle.

“Mother will save her,” I said, hugging my birth-mother.

“No, she won’t.” Despair creased her dusky face. “Lilith doesn’t care.”

“Of course Mother cares,” I protested. Mother loved all her followers; she said so all the time. “You’re just sad, but Fiona will be fine.” She buried her face in my chest, and I held my birth-mother, and chirped a reassuring song to her. My song trilled beautifully, soft and comforting, and I rocked her as she sobbed, gently stroking her black hair.

“Tir,” Mother purred.

I shuddered in delight, looking up at a perfect face framed by silver hair. Lilith. My Mother. She was the Ideal woman, the mold all others were imperfectly cast from. Her lust poured over me, over us. Even my sobbing mother shuddered in pleasure. Lilith ignored my birth-mother, staring down at me.

“How is the disease progressing?”

“Wormwood is spreading through the population,” I answered, reaching out to sense my half of the disease.

I could feel it. Every man who drank from the city’s water supply. The man he infected on his way to work, to school, to breakfast, to the gym. Some left the city, spreading it to the communities surrounding Seattle. Others entered the city and became infected. Even better, some had boarded planes, traveling to other parts of the United States and to other parts of the world. When the symptoms started manifesting in a few days, the world would descend into chaos.

“Wormwood?” Lilith asked. “That is what you’re calling it?”

“It seemed appropriate, Mother.”

Mother laughed, rich, beautiful. It made my song sound like an off-tune screech. “It does.”

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Fiona Cavanagh – Murano Hotel, Tacoma, WA

I lay on the hotel bed, watched by two of Mark’s disgusting bodyguards. They still wore the same, ridiculously slutty, cop outfits. Though the chokers with their number printed on them was new.

How degrading. Mark couldn’t even call them by their names, he just assigned them numbers. A pig who viewed women as nothing more than objects to satiate his myriad, twisted lusts. And that whore he married was even worse. Not only did she tolerate his degrading behavior, she encouraged it by finding women and serving them up to him so he could feast upon them.

I didn’t recognize the two bodyguards. Of course they were beautiful, and Mark dressed them in such demeaning outfits. The Hispanic guard’s large tits looked about ready to spill out of her top, and she wore no bra to give those large breasts any support, poor girl. Her number was 127. Next to her stood 126, a porcelain faced, Korean beauty. When did he get that many bodyguards?

I gave a snort of laughter. He’s taken over the entire country, would soon control the entire world, and had driven my Goddess from her place of power, and here I am wondering when they expanded their bodyguards. Get your priories straight, woman!

I curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow, and wondered if Thamina was okay. And Ziki, my daughter with Lilith. She had been masquerading as Nate Kirkpatrick, head of Human Resources for the city of Seattle. Were they alive? The warehouse had been burned down. Did Thamina escape? She could make a portal to the Shadows, so she should have been able to escape. I didn’t want to lose my dusky, Arab princess! She must have escaped!

Right?

And what was going to happen to me? Would Mark try to make me his whore again? No. My deal with Lilith should protect me from his control. So what would they do to me? Rape me? Torture me for information? I remembered how they treated Karen when she attacked them. They degraded her, broke her spirit until she agreed to be their little slut. Would they do that to me? Force me to be their whore again and wear that loathsome choker?

For a moment I couldn’t breath, remembering the choker tight about my neck, strangling the will and dignity out of me. No! I’m a free woman! I will not submit to their vile lusts again!

At noon, they brought me a hamburger and fries for lunch. If I had any hope of escaping, I needed to keep my strength up. That’s what people always said in movies in these situations. Keep my spirits up, keep my strength up, and wait for my captors to mess up and take my chances with an escape. After I ate, they let me use the bathroom, but one of the guards, 127 and her huge tits, followed me in.

As I sat on the toilet, pissing, I eyed her gun. I could go for it, grab it and shoot my way out.

The guard shifted, sensing my gaze and turning her body so the gun was on the other side. A warning look flashed across her dark face. I flushed. Crap! Now they would be more careful. When I finished peeing, the guard watched me wipe myself.

“You can take a shower,” 127 told me.

“Are you going to watch?” I asked.

She gave me an apologetic smile. “Those are my orders. You should get used to this. Criminals always get watched.”

“Is that what I am?” I asked, a bitter taste in my mouth. I reached into the shower and turned the knobs.

“Of course,” she answered. “You served their enemies.”

“We’re fighting for you,” I told her as I disrobed. “For every woman oppressed by a man.”

“I’m not oppressed.”

I laughed. “They why do you dress like a slut? You do it for Mark’s perverse amusement.”

“And why shouldn’t my God delight in my form? Aren’t I a gorgeous, sexy woman?”

“You’re his slave, his toy!” I snapped at her.

“So? I chose to be their slave.” Her eyes burned with fervor. “When I saw them wreathed in flames, standing triumphant before that false god Brandon, I knew I had to serve them. I quit my job, dumped my boyfriend, and traveled here.” An exultant smile filled her face. “And they let me serve them. A flawed, imperfect human unworthy of their time or attention. Being their whore is a small price to pay.” She let out a long, low sigh. “No, it was a wonderful price to pay. Her pussy tastes divine and his cock feels magical as it pistons inside me!”

I stared dumbfounded at her, then shut the shower curtain. She was like Alison and the other sluts that chose to stay with him. No, she was worse. The other sluts were clearly suffering from Stockholm syndrome. But this woman chose Mark; I shuddered at the thought.

“Guards have died for them, why would you chose that?” I asked her.

“I was a cop. I already decided to put my life on the line for others. This is no different.” There was a pause. “No, this is very different. They’re the Living Gods, the hope for mankind in defending against the demons. Like your foul Lilith!”

I stiffened. “My Goddess just wants to liberate women from the oppression of men! We are not objects to be used and discarded at their whims! We’re smarter, more compassionate, more loving! We’re not violent, we wouldn’t cause war and suffering!”

She snorted a laugh. “Trust me, women can be just as violent, oppressive, and harmful as men.”

There was no talking to this bimbo, and I turned my back and tried to enjoy my shower. With the curtain shut, I almost felt alone. Almost. I tried to ignore her shadow, the sound of her booted heels clicking on the tiled floor, and the muffled squawk of her radio.

“You’re clean,” 127 barked, finally growing impatient.

I reached out, shut the water off. A towel was flung over the curtain; I dried myself off, wrapping it around my hair. I opened the curtain, and I put on a terry cloth robe with the hotel’s monogram.

Mark and Mary awaited me in the hotel room.

My blood chilled as Mark’s blue eyes fixed on me and I suddenly felt naked; I clutched the robe tight around me. Oh, Goddess, this is it! He’s going to try and make me his whore again. I started to tremble and froze in place. Be strong! You have to survive. For Thamina and for Lilith. They can only harm my body, not my mind.

Not my soul!

“Hello, Fiona,” Mary purred and I flushed.

My eyes slid to her and I remembered just how beautiful she was, the most gorgeous, sexy, radiant woman in the world. A warmth spread through my loins. I licked my lips, remembering how soft and moist her lips were. I used to love nursing at her perky breasts, and worshiping at her delicious cunt—sweet and spicy and wonderful on my tongue. Goddess, what was wrong with me. My nipples hardened. The terry cloth robe rubbed pleasantly on my sensitive nubs, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache in my loins.

“I see that you’re not immune to all my powers,” Mary cooed.

“How?” I asked. Mark had tried to give me orders already. “Lilith protected me from your mind control. We made a Pact!”

“I wished for all women to desire me,” Mary answered. “Lilith told me it wasn’t mind control. It merely lowered your inhibitions until you can’t control your desire for me.”

Mary stood up, slipping off the light, green dress she wore. She was naked underneath, beautiful, perfectly formed. Oh, Goddess, she was right. I wanted her so bad. I struggled, forcing my desire down. I pictured Thamina. I just needed to focus on my wife and fight these desires. She walked to me, her ass swaying. Her stomach was round, her pregnancy starting to show. I wanted to kiss her belly, and rub my face against her silky skin.

“Mmm, I’ve missed you, Fiona.” She stood just a foot away, her eyes green pools, shining with lust. I shuddered as she reached out, touching my arm. “Why don’t you take that off so we can get reacquainted.”

It’s just one little request, I told myself. And it was so hot in here. I slipped the robe off, her eyes falling down to my full breasts. I felt a little pleased; she found me attractive. I raised my hand, reaching for her when I froze. What are you doing, Fiona. Remember Thamina. I pictured her round, dusky face and dark eyes shining with love. I had to be strong!

I pulled my hand back and stepped away.

Mary frowned and I froze in place; I didn’t want to disappoint her. Mary’s hand reached out, and I shivered as she caressed my stomach, trailing down to finger my fiery-red bush. “You let it grow out?”

“Yes,” I answered, trying to sound defiant instead of eager. I failed.

Mary stepped closer, her dusky nipples inches from brushing my breasts as her face swam before me. I licked my lips as she leaned in, closing my eyes, and I melted into her lips. I’m so sorry, Thamina, I just couldn’t resist her. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her beautiful body into mine. I rubbed myself against her, reveling in the feel of her silky skin on my body.

I whimpered in disappointment when Mary broke the kiss. She turned, her plump ass swaying as she walked to the bed. She stretched out, then beckoned to me with a single finger. Smiling, I eagerly moved to the bed, sliding down next to her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mark’s leering, blue eyes. I didn’t care, all that mattered was extinguishing the inferno Mary had stoked in my pussy.

I kissed Mary, my hands gently grasping her perky breasts. I fingered her nipples, then I kissed down her chin, nuzzling into her neck. Her fingers left trails of fire as she traced my skin. I moved lower and lower, rubbing my cheek into her breast and enjoying Mary’s mewls of pleasure as I brushed against her hard nipple.

“Where is Lilith?” Mary asked.

I froze, my lips inches from her nipple. I looked up at her questioning eyes. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?” Her hand reached down, fondled my breast. “It would make me so happy. And then I’ll make you very happy.”

I so wanted to make her happy. But Lilith was my goddess. “I’m sorry,” I croaked. “I can’t.”

Her finger found my nipple, gently circling my areola and sending pleasure shooting down to my loins. My lips engulfed her nipple; maybe I could make her happy another way. I sucked, swirling my tongue about her hard nub, my other hand questing between her legs, and discovered her dripping-wet pussy. I teased her outer lips, then found her hard pearl and gently rubbed it.

“Umm, that’s nice,” Mary purred. “You want to make me happy, don’t you Fiona?”

“I do,” I insisted, slipping two fingers into her cunt.

“Then tell me where Lilith is.”

“Africa,” I whispered before I could stop myself. Mary’s hips writhed beneath me. “A tiny village in Africa. The Congo, I think.”

“Good, Fiona,” Mary purred, then she pushed my head down. “You can use your mouth to please me.”

I kissed her round stomach, rubbed my cheek through her pubic hair – still styled it into a fiery-heart – then I found her wet, beautiful pussy. I breathed in her sweet, spicy fragrance, spread her pink lips open, and dove in. How I missed this wonderful flavor! Mary moaned, arching her back as my tongue dove into her hole. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tight against me.

“127, suck my cock,” I heard Mark order.

“With pleasure, sir!”

There was metallic rasp, then a sloppy, sucking sound. I ignored it; let the pervert watch. Nothing mattered as long as I made Mary happy. My tongue probed her hole, fucking into her while my fingers reached around her hips to pinch gently at her clit. Mary’s hand grabbed my strawberry-blonde hair, and pulled me harder into her cunt, writhing her hips.

“Oh, fuck, that’s nice!” she gasped. “You fucking whore! I’m gonna cum all over your pretty, little face!”

That sounded wonderful!

I massaged her clit harder and really worked my tongue into her cunt’s depths. Her moans grew louder, and I had to hold on tight as her hips writhed beneath my tongue’s assault. Her body went rigid, shuddering a few times as a flood of delicious juices poured out of her cunt into my eager mouth.

“Fuck, that was amazing!” she gasped. I looked up her sweaty body, past her heaving breasts, to the smile on her lips. I crawled up her body, my heavy breasts dragging across her skin. I kissed her; her tongue licked at my lips, tasting her pussy and savoring her flavor.

“I need to cum so bad,” I whispered, rubbing my pussy on her thigh.

“I’ll let you cum, if you tell me one thing.”

“Anything,” I begged.

“What is Lilith going to do next?”

I bit my lip. It felt so wonderful to rub my pussy on her thigh, relieving that ache inside me. “A plague. Tir, one of her daughters, has been working on it.”

“A plague?” Mark asked, concerned.

“It’s not ready,” I quickly reassured him, then frowned. Why was I telling Mark anything?

Mary pressed her thigh up into my cunt, and I rubbed harder on her, the pleasure driving my question from my mind. “What kind of plague?”

“It…it…” I tried to speak. This was Lilith’s deepest secret. I couldn’t revel it. But her thigh felt so amazing, so silky smooth. She was relieving this terrible ache inside me. She was giving me this great pleasure; it would be wrong of me not to tell her. “It will kill all the men,” I finally gasped, then I shuddered as my orgasm exploded through me.

“But it’s not ready?” Mary asked.

“No,” I sighed as the toe-curling release flooded through me. It felt so wonderful to cum.

She slid out from underneath me and I stared in confusion at her. “Take her to the prison,” Mary commanded preemptively. “Keep her gagged and watched at all times!”

127 and 126 grabbed me. There was a line of Mark’s cum leaking down 127’s face, dripping down to her dark, heavy breasts. “What, why?” I asked, my mind still addled with lust.

“You sided with Lilith,” Mary spat at me as she pulled on her dress.

“We let you go because we loved you,” Mark said, his blue eyes hard with anger. “We would have left you alone! You can rot in the jail while we figure out what to do with you.”

And then Mary was gone; my thoughts suddenly cleared, like a car window being defrosted. It came crashing down on me. I betrayed Lilith. And I betrayed Thamina. I collapsed in the bodyguards’ grip, sobbing hysterically as they shoved a gag in my mouth, and dragged me out of the hotel.

My Goddess, what had I done.

Friday, November 15th, 2013 – Jessica St. Pierre – Seattle, WA

The first week of governing the city of Seattle was over. I needed to blow off some steam.

The last three days had been long and frustrating as I ferreted out all the followers of Lilith from the city’s government. Over three hundred women had been rounded up and interned at the Washington State Convention Center. Master or Mistress would have to sort through them. Luckily, Nate Kirkpatrick, the head of HR for the city, was a great help in identifying those who might not be trustworthy.

Master had left two companies of soldiers, almost three hundred men, to protect me and to search for any of Lilith’s children that lurked in the city. Seattle itself was peaceful. Many of the citizens were under my Masters’ control. Often Master or Mistress would broadcast general orders to the population—to obey laws, be happy, follow orders, and so on. Crime in Seattle, and the country, had plummeted dramatically. Utopia was slowly, and painfully, being forced upon mankind.

The Humvee that chauffeured me around pulled up at the Four Seasons Hotel. A squad of soldiers – 1st Battalion, 23rd Infantry Regiment, all pledged to Master – escorted me in. They were all young and rugged men, and very sexy in their fatigues and bulky body armor. And their big guns; my juices trickled down my thighs! I could feel their eyes on my taut body.

I wore a micro skirt that barely covered my rear and thigh-high fishnets. And no panties; I had to be ready to be fucked. Stiletto heels gave my ass more shape and added an extra, sexy sway to my walk. My blouse was pink silk, and clung to my braless breasts like a second skin. Tight about my throat was a gold choker. Even though I ran the city, it was important that people knew whom I belonged to.

“Good evening, Holy Slut,” Yvonne, the night concierge, greeted as I walked in. She was a fiercely beautiful Black woman; a leather choker tight about her neck proclaimed her devotion to Mark and Mary. I couldn’t help touching my own, gold choker.

“Yvonne,” I smiled back, remembering my first night in the hotel and the very warm welcome she gave me. She was as fierce in bed as she looked, and left me gasping in pleasure. Afterward, she had told me about the time Master fucked her in the elevator last June. Fiona had been with him that night, and I suppressed a surge of anger. Both Fiona and Thamina had sided with Lilith. Ungrateful bitches!

The elevator dinged; I was pressed into the rear of the elevator as my protectors piled in around me, sandwiching me between two handsome, young privates—Brasher and Santillian. I smiled winsomely at Private Brasher, a flush spreading across his young, handsome face. He was a few inches shorter than me, but I could feel just how solidly built he was as I pressed my body against him. Private Santillian was tall and whip thin, a charming, confident smile on his Latino face.

“Hmm, you boys are strong,” I purred on the ride up.

Private Brasher flush deepened, and Private Santillian’s leer grew. “I could show you just how strong I am, chica.”

I boldly glanced at Santillian. “Oh, do you think you’re man enough to handle me?”

“Chica, I have the biggest cock in the company! A foot-and-a-half just for you!”

“More like an inch-and-a-half,” another soldier laughed.

“Hey, you been lookin’ at me in the shower again, Pearson?”

“Oh, yeah,” Pearson replied sarcastically, “I’m unable to resist your Latin magnetism.”

“Damn straight! No-one can resist my manliness!” He turned to me, grabbing my hand and shoving it on his crotch. “That’s no inch-and-a-half, eh, chica?”

I gave his hard cock a squeeze as the elevator dinged. “Hmm, that may get the job done.” I reached out and grabbed Brasher’s crotch and felt how hard he was. The other soldiers piled out of the elevator, scanning the hallway for threats briefly. “I think I need two strong men to keep me safe and sound all night long.”

“Eres una perra caliente,” Santillian breathed as I sauntered out of the elevator.

Pearson opened the suite room with a keycard, the lock whirring. As I walked across the suite to my bedroom, I unbuttoned my blouse and dropped it on the floor. I wanted all the soldiers to see my perky, caramel breasts topped with dark-chocolate nipples.

“Holy shit,” Private Brasher muttered as a soldier patted him on the shoulder.

“Fuck that slut,” another soldier called out. I smiled, glad they knew what I was, then I dropped my skirt and disappeared into my room.

“You are smokin’ hot, chica!”

I turned to find Private Santillian pushing into the room. I pressed against his bulky body armor, kissing his handsome face with passion. His hands wasted no time in squeezing my ass hard. The other soldiers whistled and jeered. I pushed away and found the nervous Brasher. I pulled him to me, bent down and kissed him on the lips. He was stiff, awkward, but he got into it after a moment.

“Why am I the only one naked?” I pouted, moving to the bed and stretching out so they could feast on my body.

“¡Madre de dios!” Santillian breathed as he began ripping off his gear, dumping it messily to the floor. Next to him, Brasher just stared dumbfounded at me as I played with my hard nipple. I smiled invitingly at him; he began fumbling with his body armor.

“Fuck,” he muttered, struggling with a stuck strap.

Santillian peeled off his shirt, reveling a slim, yet toned body, like a swimmer, the muscles rippling beneath the nut-brown skin as he moved. He bent down to unlace his boots, muttering curses as his haste made the knots worse. Brasher finally took his body armor off and dropped his thick, webbed belt and tore off his shirt. He had a few tattoos on his thickly muscled body: a screaming skull on one upper arm, and the words ‘Indianhead’ and ‘We Serve’ on the other.

“Here I come, chica!” the now naked Private Santillian exclaimed.

His cock – not the foot-and-a-half he had boasted, but it wasn’t tiny either, a good eight or nine inches – proudly jutted out from a nest of thick, black hair. He crawled on the bed, kissing me; my hands sought out his cock, stroking the hard shaft. His hands squeezed my breasts painfully hard, roughly pinching my nipples. My cunt loved it; a flood of juices wept from my hungry hole.

I broke the kiss and saw Private Brasher had stripped. His cock was shorter, but thick, and uncut, the dark head peaking out of foreskin. I patted the other side of the bed and he shyly walked over, sitting on the edge.

“You’ve never done a threesome before?” I asked the shy soldier, sitting up and draping myself across his muscular back and licking at his ear.

“No,” he admitted.

“Hey, vato, it’s only gay if we touch,” Santillian assured him. “As long as you’re touching this hot chica everything’s just fine.”

I reached around, feeling Brasher’s muscular chest and his hard abs before I found his cock. I gripped it, rubbing the head; he shuddered in pleasure. I pushed him back on the bed, my mouth reaching down to suck his cock in my hungry lips. Brasher moaned as I let my teeth gently graze his sensitive head, then I swirled my tongue around it, tasting his salty pre-cum.

I loved being a slut!

“Shit,” Brasher muttered.

Santillian’s hands grabbed my ass, giving me a good squeeze, then he pulled my butt up in the air and spread my legs. “Gonna taste your clam before it gets all messed up, chica,” he muttered, his breath hot on my juicy cunt.

As I bobbed my head, Santillian’s rough tongue swiped through my slit, starting at my clit and going all the way up to my taint. He moaned in satisfaction, then buried his lips into my snatch, his tongue wiggling all over. I could feel rough stubble tickling my vulva; I squealed in delight about Brasher’s cock as I enjoyed Santillian’s muff diving. His fingers pinched my clit, sending shuddering pleasure through me.

I moaned in disappointment when Santillian stopped tonguing me. I could feel him moving around behind me, the bed shifting about, then his hand was on my hip, and his cock nudged my pussy. He pushed slowly into me; his cock spread me open and filled me up. I gave him a squeeze with my cunt, and then he fucked me, ramming that hard shaft deep into me and igniting my passions.

“This puta just came on my cock!” He smacked my ass; I sucked harder on Brasher’s dick.

“Fuck, fuck, goddamn fuck,” Brasher moaned; his hands reached out. grabbing my head. Then his hips thrust, fucking his pole into my mouth, and shoving my head roughly up and down on his cock. “Fucking slut! Take it, whore!” I gagged as his cock erupted in my mouth; I swallowed his salty cum as fast as I could. “Goddamn,” he muttered, letting me go.

His cock slid out of my mouth. I gulped a deep breath of air as Brasher panted on the bed. I looked back at Santillian, his eyes squeezed shut as he pounded my cunt, and I slammed back into him. His cock stirred me up, bringing my pussy closer and closer to another explosive orgasm.

“Fuck me!” I groaned. “Shit, your cock is driving me crazy!”

“Course it is, chica. I got the best cock on the planet! Ain’t no-one gonna fuck you this good!”

“Oh, there’s one cock better,” I groaned.

“Whose?” he grunted.

“My Master’s!” I screamed as my orgasm crashed through me, milking his cock, hungry for his cum.

“Fucking puta!”

His cum blasted into me, and I collapsed onto the bed, his cock popping out of me. I rolled over onto my back, reached down and scooped up a glob of his cum leaking out of my pussy. I stared at the milky fluid, then I sucked the salty cream into my mouth.

“You one dirty chica.”

“I’m a slut,” I proudly declared.

“Yeah, you are,” Brasher panted, reaching out to grab me. “My dick wants a taste of that pussy.”

I glanced at his hardening cock and grinned at him. “I’m ready for you.”

Santillian scooted over as Brasher mounted me, his short, fat cock spearing hard into my greasy depths. Gods, it was the fattest cock I ever had. It almost hurt as he spread me open, a delicious ache that revved my engine. Brasher started fucking me faster, his mouth finding my dark nipples and sucking hard on them.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” I chanted as I writhed beneath Brasher. He ravished me like a hungry beast, pounding hard at my cunt. “Oh, shit! Yes, yes, yes!” My cunt clamped hard on his cock as a third orgasm exploded through me. My head lolled to the side as I writhed in pleasure, and saw Santillian polishing his hard pole.

I had to feel that inside me again. I told Brasher to roll over and I rode him, his hands squeezing my breasts. I looked over at Santillian, and reached behind me, spreading my asscheeks, and gave him a suggestive smile.

“Fucking puta,” he excitedly muttered as he moved around the bed.

He smacked my ass and I squealed in delight. He spread my cheeks, the tip of his cock sliding about my crack as he struggled to shove it up my ass. His dick found my tight hole; he pushed. “Oh god!” I moaned, relaxing my ass as he slowly invaded me. I was so full, both my holes stuffed with cock. Santillian pulled back and shoved again, building a slow rhythm as he fucked me.

The pleasure spurred my hips into moving, riding up and down on Brasher’s dick and finding a rhythm with Santillian’s thrusts. I moaned as the cocks reamed my holes. Electricity rippled through me as both shafts pistoned in and out of me. It was so amazing! Two dicks sawed inside me, rubbing my sensitive flesh and driving me wild with passion.

“You are one fuckin’, wild puta!” Santillian hissed, gathering a handful of hair and pulling my head back. “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow after we’re done fucking you!”

“Oh, yes!” I screamed. “Fuck me harder! Make me cum on your dicks!”

I shoved my ass back, burying his cock deep inside me, then I slammed my cunt down on Brasher’s fat dick. Brasher sucked at my tits again, his teeth painfully nipping my nubs. I was going to burst inside. I could feel it. My passion grew and grew, swelling up until I couldn’t think anymore. All I could do was pant and let these two men fuck me hard.

To use me for their pleasure like the slut I am!

“Take it puta! Take it!” Santillian hissed in my ear as he pulled my hair, sending sharp pain through me, and adding fuel to my growing fire. He buried inside me and erupted, painting my bowels with his cum.

“Yes!” I howled as my passion burst and intense pleasure roared through me.

My vision blackened; I collapsed on Brasher’s muscular chest. Santillian’s cock popped out of my ass, and Brasher kept thrusting his dick up into my cunt. I was too weak, too lost to the pleasure, to do anything as Brasher flipped me onto my back. He let out a loud grunt, then pounded away at my pussy.

“Whore!” Brasher gasped every time he bottomed out in me, his degrading words fanning the flames of my orgasms to burn hotter. “Whore! Whore! Fucking Whore!”

I am a whore! Their whore! My pussy kept cumming, squeezing his thick shaft as he pumped it in and out of me. His face contorted in a grimace, his eyes squeezed shut, and then his cum flooded my pussy. He stayed in me, breathing hard, staring down at me. I reached up and stroked his muscled arm, smiling at him.

“That was great, baby,” I purred.

With a grunt he pulled out of me and went to find his pants. I sat up on my elbows, a dull, pleasant ache in my well-fucked pussy and admired his muscular body as he dressed. Santillian lounged naked on a chair, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open as he slept. Sleep sounded great, but my stomach rumbled, so I reached for the phone to order some room service for dinner.

There was a knock at the door. “Ma’am, they need you back at city hall.”

Dread filled me on the entire drive back to City Hall.

“We’ve had a hundred and three men walk in complaining of sores and rashes, sore throat, fever, sudden hair loss, and muscle ache,” Dr. Simpson explained on the conference call as I sat in the Mayor’s office – my office – in City Hall. “Once admitted, we’re seeing their conditions rapidly deteriorate into paralysis and blindness, before they suffer cardiac arrest and die.”

I looked at my advisers: Nate Kirkpatrick, the city’s head of HR who quickly had become my right-hand man; the six male city council members – the others council members were women, and I ordered them interned – and Lieutenant-Colonel Maxey, commanding officer of 1st Battalion, 23rd Infantry Regiment. They all looked as horrified as I felt at the news, even Colonel Maxey. Gods! In a day, a hundred men dead or dying of some disease. A chill spread through me. This was Lilith’s plague. But Fiona said it wasn’t ready yet. Did she lie, or did Lilith hold back information from her?

No, that doesn’t matter now. I need to deal with this plague. That’s what’s important.

“It’s a very unusual disease,” Dr. Simpson continued. He was the Chief of Medicine at the University of Washington’s Medical Clinic. “So far, only men have fallen ill. Every hour more and more keep showing up. And not just at my hospital.”

“We need to quarantine the city,” I commanded, amazed at how firm my voice was—I felt like a mass of jello inside. But I led Seattle. I needed to remain calm and in control. Master and Mistress trusted me with this important task, and there was no way I would fail them!

“It may be too late for that,” Dr. Simpson responded. “While the hospitals in Seattle are getting the most admittance, hospitals in the greater Puget Sound region are receiving similar cases.”

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Lilith – The Abyss

I watched the chaos of the hospital’s ER from the Shadows. It was crammed full of sick men. Their pitiful moans were sweet music; I savored every, agonizing moment. The first man died just an hour ago. I watched his final, gasping breath as the doctors struggled to keep him alive.

He wouldn’t be the last.

Wormwood burned like a wildfire, spreading through the world. The first cases were already overwhelming the hospitals in Seattle and the surrounding communities. Mark would be too distracted as the disease broke out across America, across the Earth. In a few days, the chaos would be so great my daughters will have no trouble retaking my demesne.

I floated up, surveying Seattle. It would be mine again!

To be continued…

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Part 3

The afternoon progress with a strain from the events that had happened earlier that day and I felt terrible about causing it. I sat all alone down in the family room and listened as the clouds turned into a light rain. The wind picked up and I heard the distant sound of thunder as the skies darkened. With a blinding flash from a bolt of lightning and an immediate clap of thunder resounding off of the walls to the house, I walked over to the window and gazed out at the impending storm.

I liked it when it stormed. It was so exciting to watch and listen to the powerful strength of the wind and rain. But after today, I knew so much more about getting excited and that made it all the more thrilling. I sat back down on the sofa and wondered if I should go up to the room a face my sister and my cousin and see just how mad they were at me. I knew that I had to go up soon because my Momma would be home any time and I was still dressed in my sundress with no underwear under it and I didn’t want her to see me dressed like this.

I was just about to suck it up and go face the music when a heard my name being called from upstairs. It was my sister Laura calling and she said, “Kristy, would you come up here please, we want to talk to you.”

I thought that it was just as well to get it over with and headed up the stairs. When I entered the room, I saw Laura and Leslie sitting on Laura’s bed, both of them fully clothes in shorts and tee shirts. They had smiles on their faces, even Leslie and I felt a little better about this conversation that we were about to have.

I came in and stood before the pair like a summoned slave with my head properly bowed until Leslie finally said, “Kristy, I’m sorry for barking at you earlier. I was so sexually aroused that all I wanted was to get myself off and your refusal I saw as the last straw. So I yelled at you and I really feel bad about it. Will you forgive me? I really am sorry.”

I looked up and gave her a quick but earnest smile and said, “Yeah, if you can forgive me. I don’t know why I just couldn’t, ah, you know, just do it but something kept me from, ah, doing it, you know. I mean I really wanted to because it seemed so exciting but I just couldn’t make myself.” My voice trailed off into silence as my eyes diverted away from hers to go back down to my hands that I was wringing.

Suddenly Leslie stood up and came over and put her arms around me and gave me a big hug and said, “We both acted stupidly that’s for sure but it’s behind us now and we have to move on.” She put her hand on my chin and drew it up so she could look into my eyes and said through her pouty lips, “I don’t want to leave with my cousin being mad at me now do I?”

Our little tiff came to a shrieking halt before it really got started and we were all friends once again as we joked and played around. When Momma came home, nothing could have told her that we had any problems at all as we were down in the family room, playing that board game that I had suggested earlier that afternoon as it continued to rain into the night.

I went into the bathroom to take my shower and get ready for bed that evening as usual and when Leslie came out with a towel wrapped around her head again, I suddenly noticed that she was wearing a pair of pajamas for the first time but no one, not even I, mentioned a word of this change. After she blew her hair dry and got into bed, Laura walked over to the light switch and telling us a good night, turned off the light and scurried back into her bed. I listened for any activity from the two but hearing nothing but loud breathing, I rolled over and went right to sleep.

Early the next morning, before my alarm went off, I woke up and looked over at my fellow room mates and found them each in their own beds still asleep. I was almost disappointed by the separation and I wished that things would get back to the way they were before that incident yesterday down in the family room. I snuck out of the room and went down to see if my Momma was getting ready for work.

I got downstairs just as she was about to head out to her car and noticing me come into the kitchen, she stopped for a moment, turned around and asked, “Kristy, you didn’t happen to go into our room yesterday did you?”

“No, why would I do that? You don’t like us to go in there.” I lied to her.

“Oh no reason I guess. Have a good day Honey and stay out of trouble,” she said heading out to the garage and closing the door behind her.

“Oh shit,” I thought. “She must have noticed her panties on top of the laundry last night instead of under the other contents. How stupid can you be Kristy?”

Vowing to double my caution over what we all were doing every day here all alone, I couldn’t wait to warn my sister and cousin about this little error and see what they had to say about it. I fixed my breakfast before heading back up to wake my cohorts in crime and to include them in my warning and as I approached the door that led into the room, I heard once again a low voice coming from the other side so I stopped to listen intently at the doorway.

Hearing nothing more than normal conversation, I entered the room and found the two of them sitting on Laura’s bed, chatting about their desired activities that day. Before I could even open my mouth, Leslie stood up, smiled at me and said, “Kristy, you didn’t do what Laura did yesterday and today, you have to pay the penalty for it. Rules are rules and you didn’t follow them perfectly.”

I looked over into Laura’s eyes to get comfort from the words that Leslie was saying. Laura just kind of smiled and gave me knowing shrug of her shoulders that told me plainly, “Yeah, she’s right. You have to live up to the bargain.” I felt defeated and trapped so I looked down at my hands that were fidgeting with the hem of my night gown as Leslie said, “Now go in and take a shower and when you have finished, come out a see what you have to do.”

I walked over to my dresser and opened the drawer to pull out some fresh underwear but Leslie stopped me by saying, “I didn’t say anything about you having to get clean things to put on. I just told you to go in and take a shower. That’s all.”

A feeling of dread suddenly came over me and I wanted to run out of the room but I didn’t. I couldn’t move I felt so helpless. “Kristy,” Laura said in a sympathetic voice, “just go in a do what you’re told. It’ll be alright.”

My feet started to walk into the bathroom and my hands turned on the shower and opened the door. I stepped into the spray and I washed all over my body but my mind was still on my punishment for not following the rules. I thought that it all had been resolved last night with the hug but evidently it had not. Now, turning off the shower and grabbing the towel to dry my body off with, I knew that I had to perform something embarrassing in from of my sister and my cousin and I didn’t like the sound of it one bit.

I opened the bathroom door and walked out with my hands down covering my bare crotch. Leslie snickered at me I looked so pathetic. I walked over to where they were sitting and stood there waiting to find out my punishment. Leslie cleared her throat and began to explain what I had to do.

“Kristy, you seem to be embarrassed over your development. You seem to forget that you are two or three years behind Laura and I. You wish that your breasts were bigger and your bush was fuller don’t you?” she asked but not waiting for an answer. She continued to say, “Well, I’ve decided, no, we’ve decided to bring you back to reality and have you shave yourself down there.”

She reached under the bed and brought out a bowl full of hot water, a can of shaving cream, a towel and a hand mirror. She stood up and gave her place on the bed to me and as I looked over at my sister, she did the same. I looked at the razor and the bowl of hot water and sighed a deep sigh.

“I’ve never used one of those things on my, ah, down there before. What happens if I cut myself or something?” I asked.

“Then you will bleed. I’d be careful if I were you. Now sit down, lather yourself up and start to shave that pussy of yours.” she told me.

I heard her call it a pussy and I know that that’s it name but I could feel my cheeks flush as I opened my legs up and grabbed the can of shaving cream. I was just about to squirt some the contents out onto my hand, when a heard her suggest, “I’d first place a warm, damp towel over the area before I applied the shaving cream. It helps make it softer but with your hair so fine and light, I don’t think it would make any difference.”

I put the damp towel on my crotch area, or pussy as Leslie called it, and felt the nice sensation of its warmth soaking through from the cloth. After a bit, I removed the towel and squirted out a bit of the foamy substance into my hand and looked down between my legs. I’d never looked down at it from this angle before and I was struck at how pretty it actually was.

My lower abdomen gave way to the puffy little lips where my pubic hair started its growth. As it bulged out just a little, the separation of those lips became well defined by the tight little slit down the middle where it hid my treasures from the human eye. I couldn’t see any further down without the aid of a mirror and I didn’t need that just yet.

I applied the cream on my Pubis area, right before my lips separated where my hair was the thickest and that wasn’t saying very much at that. But as I grabbed onto the razor, I stopped and thought about what I was about to do. Then very carefully, I drug the razor up from my lips, taking the cream and hopefully all of the pubic hair that was growing under the foam. What was left was a clean patch of hairless area and I felt a sense of pride knowing that I had accomplished my goal and I didn’t even cut myself.

I continued to shave off what little hair that was visibly growing in that area and when I stop for an inspection, I found it all clean and free of any hair. It looked too familiar because not that long ago, I looked exactly like that down there. I started to put the razor away when Leslie said, “I don’t think that you are through yet, do you?”

“I think so,” I replied.

“What about the hair growing around your lips and between your legs, you know, further down,” she asked with her eyebrows raised.

I looked back down between them and really had to bend my back in order to see anything. If anything was growing there, I didn’t see it so I said, “I don’t think that I have anything growing down there yet.”

“Not even the frog hairs? You know, the fine little hairs that are blonde or white, what about those?” she insisted.

“I don’t see anything of any color growing down between my legs,” I insisted.

“Well, I do. Do you want me to take over for you?” she asked impatiently.

“If you can see any then be my guest,” I said in disgust but when her hand came up and pushed me back down on my back and she ordered me to raise my knees and spread my legs out wide, I felt as vulnerable as I did with my knees over my head and touching the floor yesterday. I took in my breath and wondered how this was going to go.

As I waited for something to happen, my breathing became rapid and heart started to race. Then I heard the swush of the can of shaving cream as she took a load of it and slowly applied it generously over my crotch area with her hand. I felt her fingers spreading the lather upon my delicate skin and I also felt the soothing warmth of the foam as it covered the area destined to be scraped. But first she had to rub it in all over my pussy and she was taking her own sweet time. It felt deliciously naughty having someone spread the foam all over your private parts but to have it spread on it over and over, well it was down right exciting.

My breathing continued to be strained as I arched my back just a little, trying to encourage her to finish the job at hand but it was useless because she had her mind made up that she wasn’t going to be rushed from her favorable position. Her fingers spread the foam out evenly over the entire area, paying attention to where my legs met my junction and where my slit spit into my lips. I didn’t know I had that much hair down where she was spreading the shaving cream but as I finally felt her reach for the razor, I wondered just how much she was enjoying this little act of hers.

I tightened up instinctively as she made a pass with the cutting edge of the razor. I felt the smoothness of her stroke and relaxed just a bit. Then I felt another and this time I felt it over my lips. A strange sensation crept over my groin as she applied a little pressure in between my slit as I held my breath. I then felt her fingers brushing over the last pass of the razor as she slightly ran it into my canal. I moaned out loud and jerked my hips away from her touch.

“Hold still now,” she warned, “I don’t want to cut you, especially not right there.”

I let out my breath and took in another as she placed the razors edge on the inside of my thigh, right next to my pussy lips and scraped down and around until it finally came up on my puffy lip. Then she repeated the process but this time it was a little higher and it ended just above where my clitoris was hiding. But the pressure made me anticipate the razor touching my little love button and I could not help myself from crying out.

“What’s wrong Kristy?” she asked. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I do,” I gasped, “but I don’t know what to do. I’m getting so excited that I’m afraid that I will move at the wrong time and you might cut me with the razor. Can you please hurry?”

“You have to trust the fact that I won’t cut you,” she said in a reassuring tone. “Now just try and relax so I can finish up this part.”

Try as I might I couldn’t relax at all because of the stimulation that the razor was bringing to the event and I was afraid that I would hyperventilate if I didn’t watch out. She quickly made a couple more passes with the razor and then she pressed on the backs of my legs and said, “Pick up your legs and place them over your head.”

I wanted to cry out “WHY!” but I was so confused by my emotions that I could only comply with her wishes. Then I felt the sharpness of the razor as she applied it over my butt hole and my panic escaped out of my mouth. “OH MY GOD LESLIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“Just making sure all of the hair has been shaved off of my pretty little girl’s behind. That does it for now so you can lower your legs back down to the bed,” she told me.

As I did what was told, I felt her entire hand run the length of my crotch and a soothing voice tell me how smooth it now felt. But her hand didn’t stop after one feel as her fingers began to probe between my two freshly shaved lips and then I felt an electric jolt as she reached my little clitoris. I took in a breath in a sharp, gasping gulp as I moaned out loud and moved my hips involuntarily. She touched it again and this time I saw stars as the sensation went right down inside of my womb.

Leslie was now pressing my two lips together and rubbing on my clit through the fold of skin that surrounded her target and as I spread out my legs even wider and arched my back skyward into the pressure, she placed her little finger right at my vagina and pressed into it just an inch or so. I went wild as the unexpected pleasure continued to build until I felt the overwhelming feeling start to erupt from my opening. I madly was tossing my head from side to side while holding my breath as it hit me like a ton of bricks.

It exploded out of me like a gigantic volcano that erupted out of the earth with its spewing hot liquid. I could feel my juices flood out of my vaginal opening and spray all over myself, the bed and Leslie’s hand. I was writhing about, not believing what was happening to me as I tried to squeeze the most of my new found sensation but as I squirmed and jerk myself into a frenzy, the only thing that I could possibly do to satisfy the need I felt from my gut was to press down with my hands right over my own pussy.

I rolled to my side and convulsed myself into unconsciousness with both hands planted firmly between my tightly pressed legs. There I rested for the longest time until I once again could think and respond normally.

“Kristy?” I heard a voice whispered into my ear. “Are you alright?”

It was my sister bending over my naked body, shaking me gently back into this world. “Oh my god,” I panted in response to my awakening. “I can’t believe what happened to me. It felt so…so…so wonderfully delicious, so unbelievably…God, I can’t think. I just want to shake myself all over it felt so…”

“Satisfying?” Leslie offered.

“Yeah,” I repeated slowly. “Satisfyingly beautiful.”

Laura leaned over my body and pressed her face down to mine, indicating that she wanted to kiss me right on the mouth. I didn’t hesitate or draw back from her genuine gesture of affection but lifted my head up and graciously accepted her sign of love. As my lips met hers and they melted into a combining of affection, I felt her lips separate just a little as I got the feeling that it felt so right to do the same.

We continued to press our lips together and move them around, trying to feel the pleasure that was building up in our show of love for each other. Our mouths became open orifices of that love and as we became more and more willing, they turned into gigantic openings of lust. Our tongues started to intertwine around each other and our hands went out in search of the others acceptance. But as I was running my hand down on her leg, she suddenly broke off the kiss and sat back up on her haunches.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, disappointed in her reaction.

“Oh nothing my sweet, wonderful sister,” she said, panting just a little. “Before we go too far, Leslie and I have a little surprise for you. Close your eyes and keep them closed until I say that you can open them, okay?”

“God, I don’t know if I can take any more surprise,” I only half way joked. I closed my eyes and rolled over on my back and waited. I heard the rustling of clothes and a little giggle and then I felt the mattress give into some weight being applied to it. Then I heard Laura say, “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

When I did, I was focusing on two shaved crotches. They were as clean and bare as mine was and I put my hand to my mouth and blurted out, “Oh my God, you’ve shaved your pussies also,” and laughed out loud in disbelief. “Why did you shave,” I cried out my question.

It was Leslie who answered. “Well, we knew that being the youngest of the three of us and the east developed also, you were probably a little self conscious of showing your pussy so we decide to start over and make us all like ten year olds and become bare as a baby’s butt.”

“What do you do about your boobies,” I asked jokingly.

She laughed out loud and covered her chest. She paused and then answered my question, “You’ll just have to pretend that you are slow developing or something. I’m not cutting them off for anybody.”

I don’t know what got into me but I rose up on one elbow and extended my other hand out and touched Leslie’s bare breast with it and said in a coy little voice, “I wouldn’t either, not if I had a pair like you do.”

She was shocked and speechless for a brief moment and then she bent forward and placed her lips down on mine. It felt so natural to press my lips against hers and she opened her mouth to mine, I accepted her kiss as I accepted her affection. She slowly lay down beside me and immediately took the dominant position on top. She moved her hands up to my cheeks as she ground into our kiss with her mouth. It felt delicious being kissed by Leslie and I felt that I could do no wrong.

Her breasts were pressed into my tiny protrusions as she again proved her dominance in the situation and as she continued to ravish my mouth with hers, she took complete control by separating her knees and straddling my poor little body. She sat back up and looked down into my eyes. I didn’t see a smile in those eyes. I didn’t see any love like I saw in Laura’s. What I saw was pure lust, a craving that could only be satisfied through having her way with me and I knew it.

I stretched my hand up to place it on her cheek and then moved it over to her mouth. She opened it and I stuck in a finger. She closed her lips on it, never taking her eyes off of mine, and sucked it deep into her mouth. I swallowed hard as I moved my other hand to rest on her breast. She closed her eyes as she continued to take my finger as far as she could in between her sucking lips and then I felt something or someone crawl between my legs so I spread them far apart, inviting my sister’s full exploration.

I wasn’t disappointed when she ran her fingers up on my shaved vulva and dragging them back down through my slit. I groaned loudly as I closed my eyes and then I felt her hot breath hovering over my wide open pussy. I held my breath as the panting breath got closer and closer and then I felt her lips start to kiss my bare pussy and I exploded with my own lustful hip thrust.

I cried out loud as Leslie slowly scooted up on my body and as I felt my sister tongue separate my lips between my legs I opened my eyes to be staring right into the loveliest bare crotch in the world. It was hovering a couple of inches over my face and as I moved both hands down to her hips, she lowered them down until I was smelling her fresh, womanly odor emanating from between those beautiful legs. She stopped a mere inch above my mouth so I pressed my hand onto her hips and guided it down onto my mouth.

She groaned at making contact with my lips but as I opened them and stuck out my tongue and began to lick along her lips, she threw back her head and spread out her knees a little further. I tasted her juices as slowly brought my tongue to bear on her opening. I was panting in between licks as Laura was busily flicking her tongue over my clit and running her finger down to explore my opening. I was still a virgin with my cherry in tact and I only hoped that I would stay that way until tomorrow at least.

The feeling of her tongue teasing my clitoris was driving me crazy with lust. I once again wanted to feel the glorious release that had left me so wonderfully exhausted only a few short moments before and I knew that I would only settle for a repeat of the sensation. So I doubled my efforts with my mouth and then I remembered my hand was free, so I put it into action also.

Prying from behind, I felt for Leslie’s opening and as I finally found it, rammed it in all the way until I was ramming my fist into her vagina. She groaned a little and bent forward just enough to expose her openings for my manual assault. So I switched my thumb for my middle finger and placed my wet finger on her butt hole and as she grunted her approval and raised her butt into the air, I inserted my middle finger up into her ass and started pumping my hand into her two openings.

She cried out, “OH MY GOD KRISTY! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HAND! RAM IT UP MY BUTT THAT’S IT!”

Laura heard her demands so she placed her finger right at my own opening. It felt so wonderfully naughty and I had to try it so I raised my butt up in the air just enough to show her where I wanted it and she slowly pressed it into my rectum. At first it felt awkward like a preverbal “Cob up your butt” but as she began to move it in and out, the sensation became electric. I began to raise and lower my hips in time with her insertions as she continued to work her magic with her tongue. I was about ready to explode but first there was one cousin that needed my attention.

She was working her clit on my mouth as I was pumping my hand in her crotch and both were having their desired affect. She was getting closer and closer to having her orgasm and from her ever increasing verbal encouragement, she wasn’t that far away. I could feel my own release building as Laura now was sucking right on my clit. I was going wild with desire and when I thought that I could build it no longer, it came over me like a train and I bucked my hips away from her oral and manual stimulation and I cried out through Leslie’s two wet lips, “OH MY GOD I’M CUMMING!!”

At that very moment, Leslie released a flood from her vagina that coated my hand, wrist and chin. She rocked on my face as she ground her open crotch into my face. “OH…OH…OH…” she cried out in an ever higher voice. “OH GOD KRISTY! YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM ALL OVER YOU! OH MY GOD!” she shrieked.

As she came, she slid off of my face to cuddle into a ball on her side. I felt the same way but I wanted to share my experience with my sister so I reached down and pulled her into my arms and held her close as I tried to come down from my own orgasm. Laura just held me and rocked me into a peaceful slumber. I felt safe in her arms as I slipped into unconsciousness.

We continued to make love with each other for quite some time in the future, well after Leslie went back to New York. Laura even broke my cherry with a vibrator that she discovered in Momma’s underwear drawer. It kind of stung right after it got broken but the feeling I got after it healed was worth any pain that I had to endure.

But it all came to an end, like I knew it would, in Laura’s junior year when she met Patrick and fell madly in love with him and his dick. So she graduated from my thumb and a vibrator to his big dick and she never was happier. She got married during her sophomore year in colleges, not to Patrick but to a nice guy called Bud and she is now the mother of two wonderful girls. We meet every year at a hotel for the weekend just to keep our juices flowing but she has a life now that I wouldn’t change if I could.

As for Cousin Leslie, well she got pregnant in her senior year and dropped out and never went back to school. Her first marriage didn’t go well as her second and third didn’t either. The last that I have heard about her was that she was shacked up with some guy who just got out of prison and that she has gained 70 pounds at least. I haven’t seen her since saying good bye at the bus station and I don’t miss her at all. But I can say that I appreciate her lessons and I always will.

For me, well I went on to love a few women. I took a lover in high school and that lasted for two years when we broke up. I had three or four women in college but nothing too serious but after I graduated with my MBA and was out on the lecture tour, I met Marty and I had never been happier than I am from finding my true love. She is my life now and I couldn’t possibly live without her and I never look back and wonder what would have happened if Leslie had never shown up at our house that summer. Would I be as happy as I am now? I doubt it.

The End

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True story told by a fat submissive lesbian

This is a true story.

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My name is irrelevant. I am never addressed by name online. I am a fuck toy for a handful of female Dominants online. They all are different in their own ways, but one thing they have in common is that they enjoy using and degrading me.

I am 5’5, with blue eyes, and medium length reddish brown hair. I have 48DD sized-tits that are completely real. I am in no way skinny. My belly is fat, and my ass is round.

My cunt is shaved smooth. It has been since I was about fourteen. That was twelve years ago. I am twenty-six now, and I still have no desire to have a patch of fur between my legs. That’s real women’s liberation. I don’t want it, so I don’t have to have it.

My desire to be degraded and humiliated has nothing to do with any self-loathing on my part. It is just… something I crave. It’s something that gets me off and makes my panties wet. It may have taken some time to accept that because it seems taboo, but I am what I am, and that’s okay with me.

I have always enjoyed being used by other women online, long before I turned eighteen I liked other girls to tell me what to do sexually. I always seemed to want to spread my legs for other girls who were bossy. It made me horny.

After I turned eighteen, I found myself drawn to older women… in their thirties, forties… there were even a few women in their fifties that enjoyed younger women.

Over the years, my buddy list on my chat messenger has been edited, but I do currently speak with a number of women on a regular basis, most of whom I’ve been talking to for over a year or so, although a couple are newer. It has long since been established that I am submissive lesbian – as far as my sex life goes – who isn’t looking for a serious relationship, but I will gladly spread my legs for those who I find to be compatible in the sexual aspect of my life.

My exploits vary in setting – public or private. I do enjoy the looks I get when I go out while dressed indecently, and it usually results in having to rub my pussy in the car while I drive home until I can fuck myself properly.

I will say now, that every situation in my life has been consensual, even if it falls under the category of deviance according to society’s standards. But fuck them. They probably aren’t getting laid.

My Mistresses call me many different degrading names.

Slut, bitch, fat whore, cow, cow slut, pig or piggy, pig-slut, udder slut, cow whore, pee slut, piss whore, fatty, submissive slut cunt, pussy slut,
fuck toy…

My large breasts are referred to as udders, fat bags, cow tits, teats, milkless fat sacs, jugs, melons… I’m sure there are more. Some of them require that my udders are tied in my scarves, making them feel swollen and heavy.

One of my Mistresses told me to buy breast enlarging pumps for my udders so I can get on all fours and pretend to milk myself like a real cow. I have to moo for her while I fuck my pussy on my hands and knees.

I have a few Mistresses that insist that I call them ‘Mommy’ or ‘Mama’.

One Mommy is nicer than the other two. I take pictures for her or get on my webcam and let her degrade me. Sometimes she makes me beg her to wet my panties like a dirty little girl. And then, after I do, I suck my wet panties dry while I beat my pussy with a hairbrush or a wooden spoon. She is not as cruel, even while telling me what a fat dirty bitch I am. She makes me soak my panties with cum. She tell me what a good fat cow I am for her, and makes me whine while I rub my clit, and say how much I like being used by her and pleasing her so she can cum.

There is a lesbian couple that have me call them ‘Mommy and Mama’ – they are both over ten years older than me – and they are very strict with me during our sessions. I am to only wear tight little panties like a good girl for them. That is all I am allowed to wear when I talk to them.
They call me their dirty little fat girl slut. I spend my time on all fours while I talk to them.

They also force me to be their piss-whore. I have to pee myself while I tell them how much I want them to pee in my mouth while they beat my fat girl pussy. They call me their dirty ‘piss princess’, or they make me tell them that I am their fat, submissive incest slut, or lesbo whore.
They tell me that I am lucky that such beautiful women will use me because I am such a fat cunt. I tell them thank you and that I love them.

Occasionally, they have people over and they show their friends pictures of me and let them degrade me as well.
Today I have been used twice on my webcam.

I am currently sitting at my desk in a pair of my old jeans that are now way too tight. I can’t even zip them. And I am wearing a skin colored, lacy camisole along with a silk pair of small panties, and my udders are tied up.

I am rocking my cunt against the chair, dripping wet in my panties from being used.

I love being used like the slut I am, and it pleases me to please my Mistresses.

It pleases them to make me behave like a whore.

And my pussy gets soaked, my nipples tighten, and all I want is to hump something hard…

I think I’m going to use my vibrator now…

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If you want to hear more, let me know.

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I could see her standing in the window of the hotel room, all I could see was a flowing white figure. She was watching me as I got things out of my car, walking back into the hotel I took the elevator to the 17th floor. I walked slowly down the corridor toward her room. Swiping my card I let myself in. She still stood by the window, and was wearing a long flowing white gown, as she turned to face me; it was low cut her breast poured over the top. Her black hair was spiked up and she looked very seductive. I kept my place by the door, letting her come to me. She wore white spike heels that made her at least 4 inches taller, closer to my height now. She stopped just within arm’s length of me.

Her long fingers ran over her face, down her neck and to the tops of her ample breast. She began putting her fingers down into the top of her white lacy gown. I could see her nipples begin to protrude through the white lacy material. I stood my ground and didn’t move as I watched her; I could feel myself become aroused. While her right hand cradled her breast, her left hand moved down between her legs. She massaged her little pussy through her gown, not satisfied with that feeling she raised the gown. To my delight she wore no panties; she spread her legs somewhat and dipped her fingers into her little plump pussy. I watched as her fingers slipped in and out of her lips, she began to rub her hard little clit that was now sticking out from between the lips of her clit. I watched as those fingers rubbed gently over her dripping wet little clit. She moaned as she continued to squeeze her nipples with her other hand. My pussy had begun to throb as I watched her play with herself. She looked as hot as she fucked herself. I knew she was nearing orgasm, her breathing was becoming ragged, and I moved in and pulled her right tit out of her gown. As my tongue hit her nipple an orgasm ripped through her. Her knees buckled as she fell into my arms as she quivered all over.

We moved over to the bed, I eased her back onto the bed, and pulled her legs up, bending down on the floor beneath her, I spread her tight little pussy lips apart, my tongue ran over her clit, and down to her sweet little inner lips. I let my tongue move naturally and easily over her wet cunt. I moved my fingers into her as she began to move her hips in a circular motion. I slipped my fingers in and out of her pussy slowly and methodically, each time my finger came out my tongue circled her clit. She moaned loudly as her hand found my head and pushed my face harder into her clit, which was now hard and red. Not changing my speed I continued to fuck her slowly and gently as she bucked her hips against my mouth. I knew that the longer I made her wait before she came the better it would be for her. I could feel the cum slipping out of her pussy all over my hand as I ravaged her pussy with my fingers. I loved the feeling of her little rings inside of her vagina gripping and squeezing my two fingers that fucked her little hole. I pulled out my fingers and replaced them with my wet hot tongue. Her juices were so sweet and hot as they poured into my mouth. My thumb found her clit, as I rubbed; i let my tongue shove into her hole over and over. I could feel her thighs tightening against my head as I continued to fuck her with my tongue. Quivering, she came in my mouth; her juices were thick and sweet.

I moved back up her body, and kissed her fully on the mouth giving her all of her sweet cum from my tongue. As her breathing slowed she turned me over and began to kiss me, I shoved her back down on the bed and began to suck at both of her tits at once. I pushed them together and began to suck and bite at her nipples. She pulled my hair trying to pull my head back, I didn’t let up on her tits. My other hand moved down to her to her pussy and I began to rub her clit. Capturing her little hard clit between my thumb and finger and pinched and pulled as I bit her nipples. She moaned loudly as I moved my fingers into her tight little hole, I began to bang her pussy hard as she came again. She tried to move away I started back at her clit, she said it was to sensitive, I didn’t listen as I continued to rub it harder and harder. She wiggled underneath me trying to buck my hand off her clit. The rubbing intensified as I jammed my fingers into her, she came again.
Rolling off, I knew she needed to get her breath. I walked over to her suitcase looking for something to fuck her with. I found her hairbrush. It had a long handle and was covered with a ridged rubber piece. I carried it to the bed. She lay still with her legs spread breathing hard. Her pussy was gapped open. Opening her little lips further I slipped the handle into her pussy, her eyes opened as she looked between her legs to see what she was being fucked with. Her head went back as I pushed the hairbrush into her pussy harder and faster, rubbing her clit with my other hand. The brush slid in and out with little resistance, she moaned loudly as she pulled her nipples. I watched as the brush slid smoothly into her pussy hole, the inner lips stretched out over the handle each time it went in and out. “Faster, please,” she said. I moved it faster into her cunt all the way to the end of the brush, and back out, her hips thrust to take in more of the brush. Sitting up her ass hung over the edge of the bed I fucked her harder as she sat up, she pulled at my hair and wanted me to kiss her. That was the last thing I would do as I continued to lick at her cunt. She began to cum, squirting her hot thick wetness onto my hand. I pulled the brush out as a string of her cum clung to the brush. I took the handle and put it to her lips, as she licked all her juices off the handle. “Do it again, baby,” she said. I plunged the brush into her pussy again, starting all over. I fucked harder, and faster this time, as my hand found her tight little brown asshole. It was tight usually but in this position I found it open and covered in her cum. I slid a finger into her as the brush fucked her pussy. She held onto my shoulders as I fucked both of her holes. I felt her go rigid as she came, her ass hole gripped my finger that was plunged deep inside her.
Finally, I let her lay back and catch her breath on the bed, looked at her, her chest heaved as she tried to slow her breathing. Her legs were spread, and her slick little lips were slick and wet from all of the cum. I wanted to go back and let my tongue find her pleasure spots again, but she needed a break. I eased my hand into my pants, and began to rub my clit while I looked at her pussy. Her little clit was hard and sticking out from between her lips. I stroked my clit until I thought I might explode myself. I continued to fuck myself as I stared at her dripping cunt. I felt the orgasm coming and I rubbed faster, I moaned loudly as it pulsed through my pussy. She turned and kissed me as I came her tongue deep in my mouth. I wanted her cunt again, immediately rolling over, I went back between her legs, my tongue finding her little clit I licked and sucked it. Finding her hole again, I put in three fingers this time as I licked at her wet slit. I banged my fingers into her three then four, harder and faster. She tried to tell me it hurt so I managed to slip my thumb into her and eased in most of my hand. My tongue worked over her clit, as I slid most of my hand into her cunt. I loved to see her spread out so far, her clit was stretched as far as it would stretch and was tender as I licked it, her inner lips were pulled far out and covered my hand. The pressure caused her little brown asshole to pucker out and open as I fist fucked her. When she came that hot little pussy sucked in my entire hand up to my wrist as all that wet cum slipped out around my hand. When I pulled it out, her pussy made a loud suction like noise, and that hole of hers was wide open. I loved to fuck my lady in white, she was the hottest girl I had ever fucked.

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a secret pleasure found out and expanded on……

Going to the gym has become a routine, 3 times a week running, power plate and sauna. Trying to lose the extra weight has become hard for you no matter what you do it just doesn’t seem to want to drop off, not that you’re fat but you feel the extra curves could show less. Today the gym is quieter than usual and you enjoy the feeling of not having to wait or be watched as you work out, slipping into the changing room you strip as you walk down the corridor, deciding to take a shower before you head to the sauna you let the water play over your body.

Glancing round you make sure no one is able to see you as you remove the shower and hold it down to your thighs playing the warm water closer and closer to your trimmed pussy mound enjoying the feeling as your pussy starts to tingle. Suddenly you jump as you hear the changing room doors bang open and 2 women walk in laughing at something. Quickly replacing the shower head you rinse off as the women walk past, one looks you up and down as she passes and mutters something to her friend who, looks round and smiles back at you. You watch them as they walk off, both are slim with firm bottoms, long legs and supple bodies, the one that made the comment is taller with long blonde hair and full pouting lips, when she turned you noticed her breasts were large and firm the nipples a dark brown jutting out of the aureoles. The other woman is slightly shorter though no less attractive with dark brown hair, her breasts aren’t as large but you’re shocked to notice her aureoles are very dark almost black and her nipples are large and fat. You’re even more shocked when you realise you’d been staring at them and your pussy have quivered and became damp.

Trying to think nothing more of it you quickly put a gown on not bothering to dry as you know the sauna will get you perspiring again quickly, feeling a little frustrated after being interrupted in the shower you walk to the sauna, slipping inside you turn the dial up making more steam to hide your nakedness as you slip the gown off and drop it on the first seat nearest the door. Moving towards the back of the room you lie down on the bench and relax. Almost drifting off to sleep you’re again disturbed when you hear the door open and someone enter, laying still and quiet you worry about being caught naked especially if it’s a man, you wouldn’t be able to hide. You hear a woman whisper ‘someone’s left the steam up high’ and a whispered reply from another woman, ‘great we won’t be seen then’ and a low giggle. You realise your unknowing companions are the two women who passed you in the shower, you blush as you hear the unmistakable noise of one of them moan low.

‘Fuck you know how to tease’ she says as she stops moaning, ‘I want a kiss’ she mutters as you imagine what the other woman might have been doing to cause her moans of pleasure. Moving slowly you grasp your breasts and you’re shocked to feel your nipples already hardening at the sounds of your hidden companions. Now both are moaning low and almost continuously, your hand seeks out your pussy mound seemingly of its own volition, you stroke slowly at first trying to be quiet as your breathing quickens to light gasps, low enough not to be heard as you listen to the women pleasure each other, imagining what they’re doing to each other and almost hoping they discover your presence. Rubbing your mound a little harder now you can’t help slipping a finger inside, now a almost inaudible moan escapes your lips and the women suddenly go quiet. You freeze hoping in vain that they decide that they didn’t hear anything.

You lie stretched out on your back one hand squeezing your breast fingers pulling a nipple the other between your spread legs with a finger buried up to the second knuckle, you feel your clit throb against it and realise that’s what made you moan loud enough to be heard. Lying still you try to listen over your pounding heart when you see a movement in the steam, first one and then the other woman come into view, each stops staring at you exposed for them to see. Now both move towards you and you panic thinking they’re going to go mad at you for ‘perving’ at them, instead one looks at the other and they both smile, the taller of the two kneels by your head, without a word she cup one of your breasts flicking her thumb over your nipple as she looks you in the eye, you can’t take your eyes off her as she runs the tip of her tongue over her moist lips, her breasts are level with your head as captivated you watch her bend down and lick slowly round your nipple making you gasp out loud and shake with nervous excitement.

Again she licks and again you gasp, this time instead of stopping she take the nipple in her mouth sucking gently on it as you lay paralysed, unable to move in case they decide to report you to the management. Suddenly you feel a hand run up you leg, over you thigh and slowly slip on to your inner thigh before moving inexorably up to your waiting pussy. As the first woman continues sucking and teasing your nipples the hand moves and pushes your hand away without resistance. Taking its place the hand strokes across your pussy mound making you gasp and moan at the same time, making you sound like you’re growling it doesn’t stop stroking as a finger finds your pussy lips and slips inside you’re unable or even unwilling to stop these two strangers using your body. Exploring your now wet pussy the finger finds you clit first teasing it for a little while and you feel you body shake harder, knowing that your orgasm is building causing you to moaning louder and thrust your hips up trying to make the fingers work faster wanting your orgasm to burst hard and fast. The fingers seem to understand and instead of carrying on they pull away slipping down to find your hole, running round the edge time and again making you feel like they’re going to push in at any second but never entering you, shaking hard now you try to speak, almost beg for them to enter you.

As you open your mouth to cry out and beg the fingers to entry your throbbing pussy, you feel the first woman’s breast press on to your lips feeling her hard nipple rub against them. Unable to stop yourself you open your mouth taking the nipple in and you start to suck it, copying the mouth on your nipple running you tongue round and round it, flicking the tip across it you’re rewarded with a loud groan from the woman. Suddenly both the nipple and mouth are pulled away and you jump as she kisses you hard probing with her tongue into your mouth, you’ve never kissed another woman like this and you freeze for a second before your body takes over responding to her probing tongue, yours moves trying to wrap around hers pushing back into her mouth in response as she withdraws her tongue a little.

All this time the fingers have been circling your soaking pussy, now first one then a second move into it, they start to withdraw and then they’re pushed deeper inside you making you cry out and arch your back, the fingers start to move faster in and out in response to your moans. Unable to control yourself now you shake as you continue kissing the first woman as the second brings you to your first ever orgasm by another woman. Shaking so much you almost fall from the bench you cry out loudly not caring if you’re heard by anyone, you continue orgasming as the fingers go deeper than you ever thought possible, not stopping until you’re almost sobbing with pleasure.
Slowly they withdraw, until then you hadn’t realised you’d closed your eyes, as you open them you see both women licking your juices off the fingers. Both look at you a grin, you try to sit up but a hand gently pushes you down again, as the first woman changes places with her friend, now she bends and lightly kisses your soaking, pulsing pussy lips making you jump involuntarily, again she kisses it this time licking across them and moaning herself at the stronger taste of your juices. As you watch the second woman stands and slips a leg across, over your head pushing the bench away from the wall, now her shaven pussy is exposed right above you, you can smell her juices, making you tremble again.

She looks down at you as she lowers it towards your face, closer and closer she stops just above your face as a drop of her juices falls from the lips onto your lips, your tongue snakes out taking it from your twitching lips, you taste for the first time another woman, strong musky, you feel the tongue go to work on your own aching pussy licking and running up and down the length making you shake and groan louder with each pass. Unable to control yourself now you raise your head and lick the waiting pussy, you have no control and you’re unable to try to copy the other tongue and you attack the pussy above you burying your tongue between the lips licking and sucking them almost trying to devour them to get at the juices within. Now both you and the woman above you are moaning and panting with lust, louder and louder you moan, within seconds your second orgasm hits you just before the woman crouched above you cries out and shakes, her pussy suddenly gushes as her orgasm floods her pussy, gushing out and over your face.

She keeps orgasming as you try to lick as much of her juices up as you can suddenly collapsing away from you she lays on the floor shaking, without warning you’re pulled up off the bench and pushed onto your knees as the first woman sits on the bench leaning back, she pulls your juice covered face towards her waiting exposed pussy. As your head drops she raises her legs onto your shoulders and pulls you into her wet pussy with them, using them to hold you there. Now you start to lick and suck this new pussy, tasting the difference you bury your face into it, licking harder and harder, hearing her moaning and gasping faster as she tries to raise her hips up to allow you to lick further, slipping your hands under her bottom you push up and find your tongue licking round her hole, without thinking you push it inside running it round and round, pushing your tongue as deep as you can you lick out as much juice as you can. Now you run your tongue up finding her clit you lick round and round harder as she starts to scream ‘Fuck I’m cumming!’ she grabs your head mashing it into her contracting pussy her juices flooding over your face as you try to lick it all up.

Suddenly the taste changes and you realise she has lost control completely and she holds you against her pussy as she empties her bladder, pissing over your face making you drink it along with her pussy juices, you can’t stop her, realising you don’t want to you swallow piss and cum together, finally letting you go she collapses as you lean back covered in juices from both women and piss for her you lean back against the bench, head resting on the seat. Some time passes and when you come back to yourself you notice that they’ve both disappeared, not worrying now you sag and start to relax, drifting off into a light doze.

Seconds, minutes or hours could have passed when you hear the door open and close again, this time you hear a heavier tread approach where you’re lying, before you can move a male voice says ‘well what have I found here?’
But that’s for the next story……. TO BE CONTINUED!!!

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After Vicky has left Ashley has gone to take a nap when she has her first ghostly encounter. Mom and daughter then enjoy a fun night together, when her mom began to have sexual thoughts about her.

A Ghostly Haunting
Chapter Three
by Simon Fear

It was 4:00 PM & Mrs. Logan was downstairs cooking dinner for her and her daughter. Ashley at the moment was taking a nap up in her room, exhausted from the experience that she had just gotten with her new Vicky. Ashley was lying on top of her covers with only a midriff t-shirt on, her body curled up. Her cute sexy ass showing off, and her sweet moist nether lips was showing between her thighs. Ashley was not aware of the temperature drop in her room. The room as well as the rest of the house had been stifling hot, due to the fact that there was no central air installed in the place yet. Yet fog was forming from Ashley’s mouth as she quietly breathed in her sleep. Ashley was also not aware of a new presence that had come into her. A small girl, in her teens, was standing at the side of the bed watching Ashley. This was strange enough as there was not suppose to be anyone else in the house. But stranger yet was the fact that the young girl was stark naked, pale in the darkened room, she almost seemed to give off a glow. She had well formed tits, 34 c-cup her small nipples erect, and thin, she would have seemed to weigh only 95 pounds. She had a very beautiful, and long curly brown hair. Her vagina was not shaved or even trimmed as most girls these days did. She had a nice mound of brown pubic hair down there.

The girl gave no sound as she reached out her hand and softly touched Ashley’s thigh. Ashley shivered from the touch, as the girl’s hand was very cold. The young girl slowly climbed onto the bed and knelt next to Ashley. The mattress did not give any sway to the weight the girl should have made. Very gently the girl pressed on Ashley’s thigh causing Ashley to roll onto her back, her smooth bare pussy lips, showing, glistening from the moisture. The young girl then began running her finger tip around the exposed area of Ashley stomach, causing her to shiver, not just from the cold, but from the excitement that it was giving her in her sleep. The girl then ran her finger down to Ashley’s pubic region, and then trailed them around her soft pussy lips, and then ups between the inner sides of her thighs. Ashley moaned and she unconsciously spread her legs, revealing a perfect and beautiful pussy, wet from excitement. Juice slowly ran from the folds of Ashley’s labia and down her butt cheeks. The young girl then softly ran her fingertips across Ashley’s pussy lips, and touched her hardened and extended clit. From the coldness of the girl’s hand and the sensitivity of her clit causing Ashley to squeal out in her sleep and slightly thrust her hips upward. The girl then began rubbing Ashley’s clit, causing her to moan. As the girl continued to rub Ashley’s clit, she used her other hand the push Ashley’s shirt up and over her tits, exposing her beautiful 34 b-cup, her pink nipples hard. The girl then leaned down and started kissing Ashley’s stomach, and running her tongue over her belly button sliding her tongue in it, making Ashley moan even more.

The girl then kissed her way up and started licking around Ashley’s boobs, while massaging one then the other, slightly tweaking her nipples. Ashley gasped out and thrust her hip even further up putting pressure on her clit from the girls other hand. The girl then slid her finger into Ashley’s now dripping pussy. The coldness and sensuality caused Ashley to slightly cry out. The girl slowly started to finger fuck Ashley as she started flicking Ashley’s nipples with her tongue and then sucking on them. No sound came from the girl, not even the sucking that you would hear from getting your nipple sucked on. The only sound was that coming from Ashley as she moaned and squirmed in her bed. Ashley breathing started to get staggering as her body began to tremble from the orgasm that was building deep within her. The increases her sucking on Ashley’s nipples and she slid yet another finger into Ashley’s pussy that was now flowing with her girl juices. The young girl picked up pace on her finger fucking thrusting deeper and faster inside Ashley’s wet hole, as Ashley started to hump her hand. Ashley cried out as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, jarring her awake, she sat up and shot her hand between her thighs clutching her pussy, as her juices squirted out hard soaking the bed.

Ashley applied pressure but that only caused the orgasm to hit harder as she double over, grunting and moaning loudly, as her orgasm racked her already tired body. Her orgasm continued to make her body spasm, as she thought it would never end. Finally as the orgasm began to subside she relaxed her grip on her swollen and very drenched pussy, the last of her juices flowing down her inner thighs to soak the bedclothes under her ass. As Ashley tied to get her breathing under control she looked around noticed that her was darkened. She glanced at her alarm clock, the green numbers glowing in the dark. She had been asleep nearly two hours. It was only 4:10 PM, so why was dark in her room. She glanced at her windows and noticed that her curtains thick heavy curtains were now in place on her one tall window and the two smaller windows on either side of it. “Damn, mom must have come and put them up while I was asleep, and here I was half-naked.” Ashley was embarrassed that her mom had seen her naked body, when she suddenly realized that her shirt was up over her tits. “Wow I must have been having a wet dream or something, this has never happened to me.” Suddenly she shivered and felt the coldness in the room. “Why is it so cold in here.” Then Ashley went quiet as she thought she heard something. She strained her ears, yes there was definitely some kind of noise in here, like air flowing. Ashley held her breath as she needed the quiet to hear better. Suddenly fear seeped into Ashley as she recognized the sound of someone breathing softly.

Ashley could not see anything the dark, but she could swear that the breathing sound like it was just a few feet to the side of her bed. Feeling very scared Ashley reached to switch on the lamp on the other side of her bed where the breathing sounds were coming from. As Ashley fumbled for the lamp her hand came onto something soft and very cold. The thing quickly pulled from Ashley’s hand causing Ashley to scream out, and knock over her lamp. Then she heard what sounded like soft footstep running away from her bed toward her dresser. Ashley jumped out of bed and ran for her door, but because of the dark and the strangeness of her new room she forgot just how far her door was and ran into it, knocking her down, and the breath out of her. As she struggled to catch her breath she heard some kind clink from the other end of her room. Ashley began screaming, “MOM, MOM, MOMMY,” as she struggled to get up and groping the wall she found switch and flipped it on, flooding the room with bright light. Ashley had to squint in the sudden brightness, as she continued to scream. Mrs. Logan hearing the piercing screams come from her daughter ran up the stairs and flung open the door, almost hitting Ashley. Ashley ran into her mom’s arm, as she hugged her daughter tightly to her, “What is baby, what’s wrong?” Ashley stammered out, “Ther…There’s some…Something in my…my room. I heard breathing and I felt something cold and soft, and then I heard running, and something fell over there,” Ashley pointed to the far end of her room by her closet. Mrs. Logan looked around as she held her daughter, “There nothing in here sweety, just you and your stuff.” “I heard something mom, something was in here” Mrs. Logan moved away and began searching the room, she looked under the bed and behind the dresser.

She found the lamp that Ashley had knocked over. “Baby nothing is in here. Your windows are twenty feet above the ground, and they are locked,” Mrs. Logan showed her by trying to open each one. Ashley pointed to her closet door, which was closed, “what about there?” Mrs. Logan walked over to the closet and pulled it open. She flipped on the switch flooding the walk-in closet with light. Nothing was in there except for some boxes and clothing that Ashley had hung up. “See sweety nothing in here,” she re-closed the door. “It’s also freezing cold mom.” “It feels just as hot in here as the rest of the house,” her mom said. Ashley then realized that it was no longer cold but hot as before. Mrs. Logan looked back her daughter, and then blushed and coughed. Ashley puzzled by her moms sudden looking away looked down and then realized why her mom had blushed. Ashley was still naked waist down, her wet slit and pussy lips in full view. Ashley quickly covered her pussy with her hands, as her face went deep red. “Sorry mom.” Mrs. Logan looked embarrassed, “It…It’s ok sweety, you don’t have anything I don’t nor that I haven’t seen before. Remember I used to change your diapers and give you baths.” “Geez mom I was a baby.”

Mrs. Logan opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of panties and tossed them at Ashley. Ashley caught it then realized that she had exposed her pussy again, so she quickly covered herself again, “Mom please.” Mrs. Logan blushed and turned away facing the bed, as Ashley quickly pulled on the pair of panties. When she looked she noticed her mom looking hard at the bed, and then saw her mom reach out with her hand to touch the bed. Ashley glanced over and saw what had her moms, attention, Her sheet were soaked. “No mom don’t…” but it was was too late, Mrs. Logan pressed three fingers into the dampness and then lifted her hand to look at the wetness on her finger. She rubbed her fingers together as she felt the stickiness of the liquid. Ashley groaned out. Mrs. Logan turned around to face her daughter. Ashley was expecting her mom to be mad, but all she saw was kindness and understanding her eyes. Ashley did not think her face could get redder but it sure did. Mrs. Logan sniffed of her fingers, then looked back at her daughter, “Did it happen in your sleep?” Ashley nodded. “Do you, you know make yourself…er…huh?” Ashley nodded. “Do you enjoy it?” Ashley nodded, “Yes.” She was feeling very embarrassed talking about this with her mom. Apparently Mrs. Logan could sense that, cause she walked over, and hugged her daughter. “You know it’s perfectly natural to do that.” Ashley looked up at her mom, “You’re not upset with me?” Mrs. Logan hugged her daughter tightly, “There is nothing to be upset about, and everyone does it, even me.” “Moooom” “Ok I know you didn’t want to hear that, but I want you know that if you ever want to talk about it with me, I’m all ears. And I don’t think your dad needs to know about this, it’s a girl thing.” Ashley smiled, “Thanks mom, I don’t think I could face daddy if he knew.” “Its ok baby, now why don’t you come on down, dinner is almost ready.” K mom let me get some pants on.”

Mrs. Logan put her hand on her daughters shoulder, “I think that if I want you to be open with me, then I want you to feel comfortable, if you want you can just wear your shirt and panties whenever your dad isn’t home. In fact…” with that Mrs. Logan unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles, revealing a nice set of legs, and a smooth firm ass. Mrs. Logan was wearing a pair of white bikini style panties.” Ashley blushed but couldn’t help but stare at her moms sexy ass, as she notice that he moms panties were almost transparent as she could see her moms butt crack through them. Mrs. Logan kick the jeans off and then turned around to face her daughter. Ashley’s eye fell on her mom crotch noticing that she could almost see a small trimmed patch of hair above her mom nether lips, and she could see her mom’s lips outlined in the panties as they had kind of ridden up into her slit. Ashley looked at her mom’s face. Mrs. Logan smiled, “Does it bother you because if it does, I’ll put them back on.” Ashley shook her head, “No mom, I just didn’t expect…well you look sexy, no wonder dad fell for you.” Mrs. Logan smiled and hugged her daughter again, “Whenever your dad isn’t home this will be our dress code for around the house ok.” “Sounds good mom, lets eat.” Mrs. Logan and her daughter walked out the room wearing only t-shirt and panties. They did not see a pair of blue eyes looking out of the closet door that had crack open.

Mrs. Logan and Ashley sat at the table and ate and talked with each other about this and that. Ashley was really enjoying getting closer to her again. She felt very comfortable even though both of them were only wearing T-shirts and panties. After they got done eating they started washing the dishes. To Ashley’s amazement, Mrs. Logan slapped the water in the sink, splashing Ashley. Ashley screamed and then grinned and grabbed the water sprayer and began spraying her mom with water. Mrs. then grabbed a glass and filled it with water and tossed it at Ashley getting her wet. Soon both mom and daughter were splashing each other with water get the other soaked, both of them screaming and laughing and basically having a good time. Then when they tired they saw the mess of water all over the place and began cleaning it up. After they got done, both soaked, their clothes plastered to their bodies with water, Ashley noticed that her moms, panties had become transparent and she could see the pink of her skin and pussy through the wet fabric. Ashley felt a tingle deep in her pussy and blushed feeling ashamed for getting aroused by her mom. Then Ashley realized that her white t-shirt was also transparent and showing the pink skin of her tits, and nipples. Mrs. Logan had seen the transparency of her daughter’s shirt and felt that same tingle inside herself, and felt ashamed as well. “Why don’t we get these clothes off and dry up and just put some towels on, until our hair gets dry?” Ashley grinned, “sure mom, meet you back down in the living room. With that both mom and daughter raced upstairs and Ashley stopped at her room. She had already forgotten the scare she had earlier as she entered and then went into her connecting bathroom. She stripped off her panties and then her shirt and grabbed a towel and began rubbing down her body. Ashley felt like a little girl again, having fun with her mom, like in her younger years. Ashley realized that she had indeed missed those times, and decided she would make up for it by spending more time with her mom.

Mrs. Logan went into her own bathroom on the third floor, and stripped off her own clothing. As she looked at her self in the mirror she examined her 36 c-cup tits, and quarter size nipples. Her skin had the same pinkish tint that her daughter had. Her oldest daughter had gotten her dad’s more tanned colored skin and dark brown hair. Mrs. Logan’s own hair was strawberry blonde, no where near as the fiery red hair that Ashley has. She had gotten that from her grandmother. Mrs. Logan ran her hands down over her firm breasts, and then down her firm stomach. She did not have that motherly type fat that a lot of women around the lower part of their bellies. She then examined her small in square patch of hair above her slit. She always kept her pussy neatly shaved around her lips, and kept her remaining pubic hair trimmed and short. Then she remembered seeing Ashley’s smooth bald pussy, glistening from her juices. With out realizing it, Mrs. Logan slipped her finger into her own hot wet pussy, and was surprised at how wet she was. She slowly started to move her finger in and out of her pussy, as a moaned escape from her lips. She closed her eyes, as she thrust her finger deep into her pussy, as she moaned. “MMMM, ooooh fuck.” As Mrs. continues fingering herself, she shoved two more fingers deep inside herself, “UUGGHhh, shit yesss, MMMMM, ahhhh.”

She began thrusting her fingers faster into her sopping pussy, as her juices began to flow down her thighs. “AAAhhh yesss, UGGhhhhh ugghhh,, ahhhhh,” she moaned out. The image of her daughter standing half naked with her wet pussy flashed into her mind, she rammed her fingers deep into herself, “AAAAhhh fuck,” she cried out and then quickly stopped holding her fingers deep inside her, her orgasm just on the edge ready to explode she had stopped herself, “What the hell are doing Lisa, she is your daughter for God’s sake.” Mrs. Logan closed her eyes, as she realized she had almost made herself cum from thinking sexually about her own daughter. Mrs. Logan sighed as she began withdrawing her fingers from her pussy. The only problem was she had been right on the brink of cumming, her orgasm waiting for that last final thrust, and the motion of her fingers sliding back out of her brought her orgasm exploding from her pussy. “AAHHHHHh fuck UGGGhhhh.” The orgasm was so powerful that Mrs. Logan’s knees buckles and she sank down grasping her pussy, clamping down hard trying to stop her orgasm from happening, but only made her cum harder. As each wave of her orgasm hit, her hips bucked out, causing her pussy to thrust against her hand, which made her orgasm just hit her harder. “UGGHh UGGhhh AAAHHHhh no, please, UGGGhh, don’t, AAHHhhh do this, OoohHHH fuck, UGGHhhh, please no,” she pleaded with her body, but it didn’t do any good. Mrs. Logan was having the most powerful orgasm she had gotten in quite a long time, and her body wasn’t about to let it pass. Wave after wave kept surging forth as her multiple orgasms racked her body. “AAHHhhhhh UGGhhhhh fuckkk UGGhhhhh.”

Mrs. Logan could not resist the awsome sensations that were coming from her pussy, and without realizing her hand fevereshly began rubbing her clit, mashing down on it hard. Mrs Logan screamed out her hips thrust forward one last time, her juices squirting out with such force that it shot three feet out. As the trembling in her body subsided, the bucking of her hips, being slight as the last her orgasm spasmed she sat down, feeling the sticky puddle of her juiced squishing under her ass, when she realized that someone else was there. Mrs. Logan looked up and gasp cover her tits with one arm and her pussy with her hand, as she stared at Ashley who was in the doorway staring back in turn with her mouth open. “Oh God Ashley oh you should not have seen that, Oh I’m so sorry, so sorry.” Mrs. Logan began crying, “Oh I wish you had not seen that.” Ashley knelt beside her mom and embraced her, “Its ok mom, after all you said it was only natural to do that. Besides I thought I thought it was sexy as hell, it looked like it was an awesome orgasm.” Mrs. Logan choked back a sob, “Oh baby it was awesome, I haven’t had one like that for some time.” “Doesn’t daddy give you orgasms?” Mrs. Logan nodded her head, “Oh yes I always have an orgasm with him, just not one like this in a long time. By the way why were up here?” Ashley blushed, “I heard you moan, and I thought maybe you might have gotten hurt so I came up to check on you, and when I saw you down on your knees cumming like that, I thought you really needed it so I just let you go, and watch, I’m sorry if I upset you.” Mrs. Logan smiled, “I’m not upset baby, just surprised at myself for getting carried away.”

Ashley stood up and grabbed a towel and handed it to her mom, “Its ok mom, I won’t tell daddy, it’ll just be between you and me.” Mrs. Logan wrapped the towel around her body and stood up. “Thanks baby. What do you say we watch a movie. I can set the hide-a-way bed in the couch out so we can just camped down there tonight.” “Ashley smiled, “Sounds like fun mom, just like old times. “How bout I get some ice cream for us.” “Sounds good sweety, I’ll be down in a minute.” Ashley walked out of her moms and went downstairs. Mrs. Logan grabbed another towel and began cleaning up her sticky mess that she had made on the floor. Her heart was pounding. She was so glad that Ashley did not know what had given her the orgasm. Mrs. Logan was so ashamed of herself. She should not be having sexual thoughts and getting turned on by her daughter. So why could she not get the image of Ashley being naked out of her head. Mrs. Logan wipe hers eyes, and then blew her nose. She flipped off the switch to the bathroom and the flipped off the switch in her bedroom. It was already dark outside, making it pitch black in her room. “I’m so glad Ash and I are going to camp out in the living room. Now I see why Ashley got so scared in her room. This old house can give you the creeps, specially in the dark, and I just don’t feel like sleeping in by myself tonight. Oh Lisa your just spooking yourself. Maybe after a couple of days it will feel more like home. Mrs. Logan then walked out of her room shutting the door.

In the far corner a tall shape of a person stepped out of the shadows, the moonlight catching him through the partially open curtains, and evil look in eye, as a wicked grin crossed his face. Out in the woods a distance the sound of dog barking rose up, as a dark big shape of a dog moved through the tree lines for the house. The man walked to the window and looked out and saw the dog as it stepped out of the tree line. Both man and dog locked eye contact and it would seem to a passerby who might have witness that some form of communication and understanding was taking place. The dog stared at the man for a few minutes before turning around walking back in the woods, a shadow amongst shadows, as it headed for the south portion of the yard. The wilderness animals all became silent and trembled as this beast came near them. Terror and dread came from this shadow dog. The man then turned and walked back into the shadows of the room fading in with them, blending with the darkness. The time would soon come. The time for vengeance would at last come.

To Be Continued………

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My phone rang at some un-godly hour Saturday morning. “Hello,” I said groggily while my husband Craig lay in bed still asleep.

“What’s up Christina?” It was Logan, an old friend of mine from childhood.

I rolled over to look at my clock on the nightstand and saw it was five in the morning. “Do you know what time it is?” I asked.

“Yea, its way too late in the morning for you to still be in bed,” he said in his military command voice.

“Don’t lecture me on how late is too late. I’m not the one that ran off to join the Army. And just to let you know, 5 a.m. for us civilians is early,” I said scolding him.

Logan laughed then said, “Well the main reason I called is to let you know that I’m coming to L.A. for some training that the Army wants me to do and I will be in town for the next two months. I figured since I was there that we could get together for dinner and drinks.”

Logan and I stayed in touch but I hadn’t seen him for more than four years so I was very excited about getting to see him.

“That would be great! You can finally meet my husband!”

“Great! Let’s say we go to dinner next Saturday, my treat.”

“Okay, I can’t wait!” I replied.

The week went by and Craig and I were getting ready to for our dinner date with Logan. Craig came out of the bathroom naked while I was putting the finishing touches on my make-up.

I loved seeing coming out of the shower naked. His 6’2” body was smooth from his freshly shaved head to his neatly trimmed pubic hair just above his long, thick cock. His well defined body glistened from beads of water and I found myself wanting him to fuck me before our dinner date with Logan.

“Are you ready babe?” he asked while he sat on our king size bed.

“Almost, I have just one thing to do before I’m ready.”

I stood up from my vanity and walked over to Craig. “Well you look ready to me, what else do you have to do?” he asked as he looked up at me.

“Oh … just this.” I said as I grabbed the hem of the black form fitting evening dress that covered my long legs, rounded tight ass and my 36DD breasts, then lifted my dress up slowly, showing him at first the lacy tops of my thigh-high black stockings and then my bare shaved pussy.

Wide-eyed, Craig said, “What are you doing?”

“Relax, Logan isn’t due here for another hour and he is always late,” I responded as I dropped to my knees between his legs.

“But …” was all Craig could say before I interrupted his sentence by leaning in and licking his shaved balls. My tongue dancing around his balls which made his cock swell up to its full nine inches in a matter of a couple of seconds. It always turned me on when I felt his cock grow in my hands and I could feel my pussy begin to grow wet because of it.

While I sucked on his cock I thought about his cock buried in my ass. I reached between my legs and began to finger myself so when I was ready for him I could use my pussy juice as lube for my ass. Craig moaned loudly as I worked my up the shaft of his cock and then wrapped my red painted lips around the tip, teasing him without mercy.

He looked down his body into my steel blue eyes and said, “Oh fuck! I love seeing your mouth stretched by my cock!”

Craig and I have always liked to talk dirty to each other while having sex. Other times when we fucked we would talk about one of our fantasies. He always said he wanted to watch me fuck another man and I wanted a three way with two men. It didn’t matter if we talking dirty or about our fantasies it always had the same result; it made both of us cum hard.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, “Yea but I know you really want to see me sucking on another man’s cock, don’t you?”

“Oh god yes! I want to see you sucking another man’s cock or being fucked hard by him!” he said in a shuttering voice.

I felt his cock twitch and grow even harder in my hand when said he want to watch me being fucked hard and I knew he was starting to go beyond the fantasy stage and was now seriously considering letting another man have his way with me.

“Ooh, I bet you would want me to lick his balls, suck his cock and let him fuck any hole he wanted to while the whole time you sit down and watch him use me like a dirty slut!” I said before taking his cock back into my mouth.

“Yea, I want to watch you be a fucking whore! I want to see a big cock slide in and out of your pussy!” he screamed out.

I deep throated him and held his cock deep inside for a few seconds then, after I came up for air, I said, “Mmm, I bet you would even want to help him fuck me by shoving your huge cock in my tight ass while he is pounding my wet fuck hole!”

“I would do anything for you! I would fuck your slutty little ass deep and hard if that is what you want!” he said as he fell back onto the bed. Hearing say that turned me on even more and I took his cock deep into my throat. My clit swelled and my pussy leaked profusely, so much that my juices ran down my thighs and dripped onto the floor.

While I sucked him deeply I ran my hand from my pussy to my ass and rubbed my own pussy juices against my puckering asshole. At the same time I broke away from sucking his cock and large amounts of per-cum oozed out of the tip of his cock and ran down the shaft, which I used like a lube as well.

Once I had his cock and my ass slippery with our combined fluids, I stood up and crawled onto his naked body. I reached down between my legs and grabbed onto his throbbing cock and guided it into my hungry ass. I slowly worked my hips in an up and down motion, easing Craig’s thick cock into my ass until he was completely buried inside of me. After I had him inside of me I rocked my hips, grinding his cock hard.

“Oh god! Your cock is so fucking big!” I squealed.

Craig clasped his strong hands onto my slender waist and began to take control of my body. At first he rocked my back and forth slowly but with each passing second his pace became quicker and harder.

Before I realized it, he was rocking me so hard against his cock that the heavy oak head board of our bed was beginning to slam against the bedroom wall.

“Oh fuck! Fuck my ass hard you bastard! Fuck me as hard as you can!” I said as I placed my hands on his chest so I wouldn’t fall off of him. Craig had rolled me onto my back and pushed my stocking covered legs back so my knees were by my ears and drove his cock as deep as he could into my ass.

“Tell me you like getting fucked, slut!” he screamed.

I screamed out loudly, “Oh fuck, yea! I love to be fucked! I want you to watch me get fucked like this and be treated like a filthy fuck toy!”

Craig’s pace went faster and hard until his body shimmered from the small beads of sweat that was now coming out of his pores.

“I’ll do more than just watch, I’ll fuck your pussy while you get your ass bored out!” he shouted back at me. With him fucking ass hard and talking about my fantasy, I felt my pussy grow wetter and tingled. I knew I was going to cum soon.

Craig slid two of his fingers into my pussy and pumped them fast and hard, alternating them between the thrusts of his cock. “Tell me that you love this slut! Tell me you love having both of you holes filled! Tell me that you’re a filthy little whore!” he demanded.

“Oh fuck yea! I’m a whore! I’m a filthy, god-damn whore that loves to be … oh my god!” I couldn’t finish my sentence because I began to cum hard from Craig’s cock and fingers. My whole body shook as I felt my clit become almost too sensitive and a hot sensation race throughout my body, starting from my soaking pussy and ended at the top of my head and bottoms of my feet.

I screamed out in pure animal lust and my pussy gush a stream of cum, spraying up to Craig’s chest and covering my own belly and breasts. “Oh fuck that is so hot! I’m going to… fucking… cum!” he yelled.

I could feel his cock unleash his hot load of cum into my tight ass as his body begun to shake uncontrollably on top of me. Once he was done coming he slid out of me allowing his sticky cum to ooze out of my freshly pounded ass and we both laid there quietly to catch or breaths.

Craig looked up at the clock and realized that Logan was going to be at the house in 30 minutes. “Oh shit! Look at the time! We need to get cleaned up!” he said jumping out of the bed and running to the shower.

We both got cleaned up and I had to find another dress, since the one I had on, ended up covered in cum. But Logan being Logan, he was 30 minutes late getting to the house. And we were ready to go to dinner before he got there and Logan was none the wiser for it.

We all piled into my jeep and went to dinner. We ate and the “boys” drank.

Craig and Logan were hitting it off which kind of surprised me since Craig tends to be a little shy around people he doesn’t know. But they had so much in common and Logan is the type of person that never has met a stranger, before I knew it they were acting like they had known each other forever.

We left the restaurant and we were heading towards my jeep when Logan asked, “Well it’s still early, what do you want to do now?”

Before I could say anything both Craig and Logan said in unison, “Strip club!”

I had nothing against strip clubs but I didn’t want to go to some rat hole where the ladies look like they smoked too much meth or had more stretch marks on their bodies that there were lines on a city map. So I agreed to go and babysit them as long as I got to pick the place. Both agreed.

I took the guys to a place called “The Body Shop”. It was a large club with plenty of hot girls to look at. Drinks were kind of expensive but not watered down and for those wanting a special one on one dance they had private rooms to go to. Logan asked how I knew about this place. Before I could answer, Craig spoke.

“She used to come here now and then we she was going through grad school. A matter of fact this is where we met for the first time.”

“Wow, really?” Logan asked.

“Yep, I saw here and figured that a hot lady like Christina here would come into a strip club she had to be a little freaky. But after I got to know her better the pure sexual desire was replaced by love,” Craig said.

“Aw aren’t you Mr. romantic?” Logan replied.

We all laughed and continued our conversation on the way to the club. We got to the club around 10, which was a good thing because we were able to get a table close to the bar and stage. The boys drank while I sipped on soda and we all threw a few dollar bills at the dancers.

As the night went on both Craig and Logan were getting a good buzz on, which was fine by me. They weren’t acting stupid but Logan was giving both Craig and I money for the dancers like it was going out of style.

Then finally Logan called three girls over to the table and bought each of us a lap dance in a private room.

I ended up having a petite redhead as my dancer. She was only 5’2” and maybe weighted 100 pounds but she was really sexy for her size. She had a body that have an ounce of fat on it, emerald green eyes and a 34B chest that was perfect for her body.

“Lexus” was her name and she took me by the hand and led me to one of the private rooms

. Once inside she asked me to sit on an oversized leather couch and she locked the door.

“So have you ever had a lap dance before?” she asked.

I smiled. “More than most,” I answered.

Lexus walked seductively towards me and looked me up and down and said, “Well you most know the rules then.”

I lean back further into the leather couch and said, “It has been a while since I had a lap dance but I know the big ones.”

At this time the redheaded vixen had reached me and lowered herself between my legs and slowly spread them with her soft hands, causing my dress to ride up my thighs. “Well don’t worry about the rules; they are mainly to keep the guys in check. Besides you are one sexy lady and I don’t mind bending the rules as long as you don’t mind.”

“Rules are made to be broken.” I replied with a smile.

Her hands slid up my legs until they reached to tops of my stockings, where she used her painted fingernails to tease the soft bare flesh just above them. Chill bumps raced throughout my body and I spread my legs a little wider so Lexus could get her body closer to me.

She pulled her hands out from underneath my dress and removed her red lace bra she was wearing and slid her matching G-Strings off her hips.

The music started and she began to move with the beat. She lean back on her knees putting her hands behind herself onto the floor and spread her knees apart, exposing more of her body. It was almost perfect. She had pink eraser sized nipples and her tight looking pussy that had patch of red pubic hair neatly shaven in the letter “V” just above it. Her skin was a flawless milky white and I wanted to feel her against my body.

Lexus moved seductively for a minute or two on the floor, showing me the rest of her perfect body. Her ass was the best part of her body. It was a small rounded tight ass and completely smooth. The type of bottom that looked like it needed to have a good spanking.

As I watched her danced I remembered I why I liked this club so much. I just wish my favorite dancer, “Starr”, still performed. She used to give me special dances in my college days, which always left me completely drained and satisfied.

After Lexus was done doing her floor movements she slid back up my body and between my legs where she had started. But this time she had moved her soft hands further up my legs and she used her finger tips to dance just outside of my pussy causing me to tingle. I was beginning to think that I might have a new favorite dancer soon.

“Are you okay with this?” she asked.

I slid my body so my own spank-able bottom was on the edge of the couch and spread my legs wider. I reached up and softly stroked Lexus’ face and said, “I’m more than okay with this.”

Lexus lean in and kissed me softly on the lips, and then she kissed me deeper. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths and one of her hands moved to my pussy and flicked at my clit causing me to get wet. She broke from our kiss and shifted her body so her left nipple was close to my hungry mouth, which I quickly took. I sucked and nibbled on her nipple until it was stiff. I the same to other one and took turns on them until I heard her whimper softly. The entire time I was teasing Lexus body with my tongue, she used her finger on my clit and gotten me thoroughly wet.

“Oh shit your good!” she said.

“You aren’t too bad yourself,” I said in a lustful voice.

Lexus lean in and kissed me deeply again and laid me back onto the couch, sliding my dress above my waist and worked her way on top of me and between my legs. The entire time she didn’t break from our deep kissing. “Oh fuck you got me so fucking horny!” I said.

“Mmmm… I think I can make you even more excited if you want me to?”

I simply nodded my head and she smiled at me. Lexus moved her body to my feet and then scissor her legs between mine. When her hot pussy touched mine we both let out a small gasp and I began to play with my nipples through my dress.

Feeling my nipples stain against the satin bra I wore that night and myself pinching at my own nipples really had me turned on. I really wanted this hot girl to fuck me hard.

Lexus began to grind herself against me and she bit at her lower lip. Seeing her getting lost in the lust filled moment was causing me to grow closer to my own orgasm.

The sexy nymph’s body began to shake and her breathing became erratic, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and I knew that she was going to cum soon.

“That’s it baby… cum for me… cum on my pussy!” I said in a whisper just in case someone was just outside the door and as listening in on us.

Lexus was breathing hard through her nose and she was pinching her own nipples hard.

While she rubbed hard against my pussy, I squeezed my own breasts and pinched at my nipples. My clit was hard, juices were pouring out of my pussy and I felt a hot intense sensation building up in my lower stomach and it was working its way down to my soaking hole. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I came.

“Oh shit…oh shit… I’m fucking cummi…” Lexus grunted through mashed teeth trying her best to be quiet.

Her body thrashed about wildly and I could feel her pussy gush a flood of cum onto my pussy and the couch we were on. I was amazed on how hot her cum was and how much she squirted. I thought that I was one of the few women that squirted so it was nice to find another one.

Lexus was still grinding her pussy against me as she came, and I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm. But just before I could cum a loud pounding came from the door that startled us both. It was the bouncer telling Lexus that time was up and I needed to leave. She quickly answered back and went to a small cabinet where there were towels and cleaning supplies.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry… I got so wrapped up by you I forgot about you!” she said.

I was a little upset that I didn’t get to cum but I understood the house rules and didn’t want her to get into any trouble. “It’s okay; I can always go home and fuck my husband,” I replied.

I took the towel she handed me and cleaned myself off, making sure that my dress didn’t have any wet spots on it and began to head out the door. But before I left, Lexus said, “Wait! Here let me give you something.”

She ran over to the cabinet and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote something down and returned to me. “Look I really feel bad about cheating out of an orgasm, so here is my cell phone number and my real name.”

Before I left the room, she told me to call her anytime if I wanted to finish what we started.

Sexually frustrated but happy that I met a new “friend” I went back to the table where Craig and Logan were seated. Both looked up at me with cheese eating grins on their faces before Logan finally spoke.

“So…?”

“So what?” I asked.

Craig chimed in, “So how was your lap dance?”

I looked down at the two of them for a second then a wicked smile came over my face. Not because of what just had happened but I had decided that I had two horny men sitting in front of me and that night I was going to have my fantasy.

“So are you going to say something?” Logan asked.

“Yes, a matter of fact I’m going to say two something’s. One we need to leave, so get your shit and let’s get going; and two, a lady never kisses and tells.”

Both Craig’s and Logan’s jaw nearly hit the floor on my last statement and I think their poor little “man brains” damn near exploded.

I started towards the front door of the club and the two men followed.

The drive back the two were asking questions about my lap dance and they realized that they weren’t going to get anything out of me they started to talk about their lap dances. And from what I was hearing them say about them, my dance was far better.

About 40 minutes later we got to the house and I was able to “convince” Logan to stay the night with us, by telling him he had way too much to drink to drive back to his hotel.

He didn’t argue one bit and asked if we had anything to drink in the house. I ensured him that we did and got the two buzzing men into the living room. The two talked about the lap dances they got and were comparing notes on the dancer’s styles and how they would “tear that pussy up” if they had a chance.

I, on the other hand, played the dutiful wife and made sure they had drinks and had something to eat before I excused myself to get changed into “something more comfortable.” The two had no idea what was going to happen next.

I ran upstairs to the bedroom and quickly changed into a black satin corset that I had and my matching elbow lengths satin gloves. I decide to forgo the panties that night. I went to my vanity and “slutty-uped” my make up before I returned to the living room.

I was looking at myself in the mirror and felt a wave of nervous energy wash over me. “What am I doing? Am I sure I want to do this?” I asked myself.

But as quickly as my nerves came, they went away and was replaced by pure lustful desires. It only took a few seconds of me thinking about having a cock in my pussy and ass at the same time to cause the “tingling” sensation to flood my aching pussy. Looking back into the mirror I said to myself, “Oh yea, I want this.”

I went back down to the living room and strolled over to the stereo. At first the two didn’t even realize that I returned let alone that I was dressed up like a high class call girl getting ready to service her client. But that only lasted a second.

Without a word I put a CD into the player and pushed the play button. The music I picked was good “stripper” music. Once the first song came over the speakers I turned around to face Craig and Logan.

“Um… dear?” Craig was asking me, in those two word, what in the hell is going on?

I looked down at both Craig and Logan and said, “Tonight is a fantasy night.” I looked over at Logan and spoke.

“For Logan it was a hot stripper rubbing his cock through his pants and he was ‘fantasizing’ that she would find him totally incredible and would fuck him right then and there.”

I then looked into Craig’s eyes. “For you, it was the fantasy of a strange woman fucking you and your wife being okay with it.”

Then I looked at both of them and said, “And as for me, well I’m tired of fantasies. So tonight Craig you will get yours and I will get mine.”

Logan was dumbfounded and didn’t have any idea I was talking about, so he looked over at Craig for answers, which he didn’t have. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Craig asked.

I didn’t answer him with a single word but instead I started to move my body in time with the music. I moved towards Logan in a way that a stripper would until I was about eight feet from him. There I worked my way down to the floor and laid on my back, putting my heels to the floor and arching my back while rubbing my body all over.

I looked over to Craig just to make sure he was doing okay with my “performance” and saw that he had reclined in the chair and was rubbing his cock through his pants. Once I knew that he was okay with what was going on, I turned my attention to Logan. I tormented a little by moving like Lexus did for me. I arched my back, showed him my wet pussy and fingered myself in front of him.

I could see by the bulge in his slacks that he was enjoying the show, so I decided to add to the heat by slithering on the ground and moving towards Logan like a cat in heat. When I reached him I slid between his legs and looked up at him. “Are you ready for this dirty whore to fuck your brains out?” I asked.

He didn’t answer me, so I took his silence as a yes.

I ran my hands up his legs and the down his thighs until I had reached to large bulge in his pants. I could feel through his pants his hard cock and was impressed by what I was feeling. It felt thick and long, just like Craig’s cock maybe even a little bigger. I massaged his cock with my hand for a little bit before I worked my way further up his body.

When I got to his chest, I slowly unbutton his shirt exposing his powerful chest. I leaned in and flicked at his nipples with my tongue, which made him moaned. I pushed him back into the chair he was in and then stood up, turning around so my firm ass was close to his face.

I looked over to Craig and saw that he had pulled his cock out of his pants and was slowly stroking himself. “Mmmm baby do you want me to take Logan’s big cock with my mouth?” I asked Craig.

“Yea…I want to see you suck his cock,” he replied.

I sat on Logan’s lap and began to grind my ass on his swollen cock, still trapped by his pants.
“Or do you want to see his big cock splitting my pussy lips and filling me up?”

Craig nodded and I smiled because, although he didn’t know it yet but his cock was going to be deep in my ass soon. I turned to face Logan and unbuckled his belt, his pants and slid them off his body. Logan was a little shorter than my husband, but all that Army training made every inch of it lean, cut and very sexy.

As soon as I could I threw Logan’s pants to the side and kissed my way down his body until I was back on my knees and between his legs again. I pulled his cock down towards me so he could see it push past my red slutty lips and down my throat. I first licked his cock and balls causing him to squirm in his seat, making him beg with his eyes for me to suck it.

He softly reached down with his hands and clasped both sides of my head and guided his throbbing cock to my lips. I didn’t try to stop him and let every inch of him go down my throat slowly, the whole time I looked up at him. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and I pushed in deeper until my nose was against him.

“Oh fuck!” Logan yelled out as I deep throated him. I sucked on him until I could taste his salty-sweet precum ooze onto my tongue. At that point I stopped sucking his cock and lay on my back in front of him and so Craig could get a good view of Logan’s cock plowing deep inside of me.

“Come and fuck me.” I told him.

Logan looked over to Craig as if he was asking permission from him. “Don’t look at me; she is the one in charge here.” Craig said.

Logan slid off the chair while removing his shirt and placed his head between my legs and began to eat my pussy. I first felt his hot breath on me, which sent little tingles to race throughout my body. But when Logan’s tongue touched the bottom of my pussy and ran up to my clit, the tingles turn into wave of pure pleasure that curled my toes and made my nipples push hard against my satin corset.

I turn my head towards Craig and said, “Do you like this? Does it turn you on having your slutty wife pussy eaten in front of you?”

Craig sat in his recliner, stroking his cock slowly, smiled at me. “Fuck yea!” he replied.

Knowing that Craig was comfortable with me being fucked by Logan; I was able to truly enjoy his talented tongue. Logan licked and nibbled my clit while thrusting his middle finger deep inside my pussy stroking my G-Spot for several minutes, making my pussy wetter and wetter.

“Oh my fucking god!” I screamed out as I felt my pussy begin to contract around Logan’s finger in a milking motion.

The combination of Logan pleasuring my filthy fuck hole and Craig watching while fondling his massive cock caused my pussy to convulse in my first massive orgasm of the night. I soaked Logan’s face, my ass and the floor in a river of my gooey cum. As I came, Craig moved from his recliner to the floor by head and kissed me deeply. Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths which muffled my cries of desire.

While Craig and I kissed, Logan continued to lap at my spewing pussy with long flat strokes of his tongue and pummeled my tight hole with his finger. After I finished cumming I instructed Craig to put his back against the couch while sitting on the floor. He did exactly what I told him to do and I move myself between his legs with my back against him so I could feel his hot cock against my lower back.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I said to Craig, “Hold my legs and spread them for Logan.”

Craig reached down and grabbed my legs just behind my knees. He pulled them back and spread them just like I told him to do, exposing my still leaking pussy to Logan. “Now Logan, I want you to feed my pussy your hot cock,” I said.

Logan crawled to me on his hands and knees and when he was close enough to me, he took the tip of his cock and rubbed my pussy lips, lubing himself with the sticky sap that still oozed from my soaked pussy. Once his cock was wet he leaned back, so he wouldn’t block Craig’s view of his cock entering my fuck hole, and pushed his thick cock inside of me.

“Look at it! Look at his cock going inside this slut’s pussy!” I demanded. I could feel Craig’s cock pressing hard against me and his precum painting my lower back, running down to my ass.

“Shit that is so fucking hot!” Craig whispered in my ear.

Logan began to thrust his hips, burying his thick cock deeper inside of me with each stroke. As Logan fucked me, Craig kissed me neck, freed my breasts from my corset, pinching my nibbles until they stood straight out and burned from lusty desire. The three of us stayed locked together, fucking and playing with each other until I felt another orgasm building deep inside of me.

“Come on … fuck me … fuck me harder!” I demanded Logan.

Logan grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against his cock while at the same time he shoved himself as hard and as deep as he could inside of my soaking pussy. Craig whispered in my ear, “Do you love being fucked slut? You like having his big cock filling you pussy whore?”

In between gasping breaths I replied, “Oh… fuck… I love it!”

“Are you a dirty slut?” Craig asked.

Hearing Craig asking me if I was a slut pushed me over the edge, “Yes… I’m a… dirty filthy sluuuut!” I screamed out as I came for the second time that night.

My pussy was completely soaked and Logan’s cock was covered in my gooey cum but I wasn’t done with him yet.

I pushed back and told him to lie down. As soon as his back was on the floor, I quickly straddled his hips, grabbed his huge cock and guided it back into my dripping hole.

He massive cock felt good sliding inside of me and it filled me fully. My lips were stretched wide, the walls of my pussy wrapped tightly around his cock and the huge mushroom shaped tip of his cock was pushed hard against my cervix, sending chills to race through my body.

Craig’s cock almost felt the same inside me as Logan’s but Craig’s cock was a little fatter then Logan’s and had more veins running along the shaft. My husband cock almost had a feel of a large dildo but instead of being cold and lifeless, his was hot, powerful and full of life.

While I rode Logan’s cock hard, I looked over my shoulder again and saw Craig still leaning against the couch. He had removed his cloths and sat with his legs slightly spread stroking himself, watching my ass move up and down on Logan’s cock. Precum flowed from the tip and ran down the shaft onto his smooth balls. Seeing him totally lost in the moment, playing with his precum oozing cock, I knew this was the time to have my fantasy.

“I want you! I want your fucking cock in my ass!” I said in a raged voice.

I wasn’t sure if he heard me or didn’t want to fuck me in the ass while Logan had is cock in my pussy because he didn’t move at first, but then I saw him spit into his hand and rubbed his cock.

Craig mixed his spit with the slick precum that was all ready covering his cock and moved towards me.
I leaned forward onto Logan’s body so Craig could get my asshole and fed him my left nipple, which he greedily sucked on.

Craig got behind me, standing, and then squatted down so his cock was in line with my begging ass. Once he lined up with my body I felt the tip of his cock begin to push pass my cheeks.

My heart was pounding and my pussy was flooding, I was about to get what I wanted, two hot cocks inside of me.

I stopped moving just long enough to let Craig’s cock ease into me. As soon as he was inside my tight ass I began to rock back and forth, slowly at first but faster as I got used to both of my holes being filled at the same time.

I could feel both cocks rubbing against each other inside of only being separated by a thin strip of flesh. The heat of the two inside of me radiated up my pussy and ass and traveled up into my lower belly causing me to scream out. “Holy fuck!! Fuck me … fuck me hard!”

Logan sucked my breasts and was moaning. I knew he would cum soon. Craig had clasped my lower back to stabilize his stance over my ass and was slamming his cock deep and fast into my stretched asshole.

“Take it you fucking slut! Take these cocks!” Craig said to me while using his right hand spanking my ass hard.

The sharp sting of his ran from my ass, through my pussy and caused my nipples to grow even harder.
That was the little push I needed to make me cum again. “Oh shit! I’m cumming… I’m cumming…cum…!” I squealed.

My pussy began to pour a flood of cum, spilling all over Logan’s cock, hips and onto our floor. Logan’s eyes rolled back into his head and he screamed out, “God damn!” I could feel his cock begin to twitch inside of me and unload its hot sticky cum deep inside of me.

“That’s it you fucking bastard, fill my pussy with your load!” I yelled at Logan as he came. A second later I felt Craig’s cock pulsate in my ass and I knew that my ass hole was next to be filled.

The feeling of two cocks dumping their load inside of me at the same time drove me to another orgasm, even thou I just one.

“I’m going to fill your tight ass bitch!” Craig shouted.

“Oh fuck yea fill my ass you fucker, fill my…ass!” I screamed back over my shoulder.

“Oooh … motha … fuckin…whore!” Craig said as he buried his cock deep and came, releasing his hot load inside of me.

The three of us bucked, screamed, bit at each other until we collapse on the ground totally drained. I rolled on the ground, faced Craig, and kissed him softly. “Thank you.” I said.

“Don’t thank me just yet; as soon as I get some water and come back it will be my turn to be in your pussy while Logan gets to feel how tight your ass is,” he said.

Then he looked over my body over to where Logan was laying on the ground and asked, “What do you think Logan? Want to get your cock in Christina’s ass?”

I looked over at Logan and saw that his cock hadn’t go down from its erect state and looked back at Craig and I and said, “Well, I got this raging hard-on, I would hate to see it go to waste.”

Craig and I laughed and the three of us spent the rest of the night fucking and sucking until the sun came up.

After we got some sleep and were rested up from the night’s events, Logan left to go back to his hotel so he could get ready for the next day. But for the rest of the time he was in town we would spend every weekend together trying different positions and milking both cocks of their sweet cum.

Logan still visits us when he takes leave from the Army. Sometimes he will bring one of his hot girlfriends with him and we have wild sex parties at the house where I and the other girl would perform for both Logan and Craig.

As for the sexy stripper “Lexus,” I did go back to her and eventually brought her home. Craig and I shared her together on a regular basis.

Craig and I had a great sex life but now it is far better. It’s amazing how one night can change your sex life.

The End

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