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Introduction – part 3 This is the 3rd part …sequel to part 2. If you read this and have not read the first 2 parts, I suggest you read them in sequence …unless you’re just after the sex scenes …but for those who follow the story …keep reading.

Previously ……

Friday, morning we were up at the crack of dawn, packing our bags, I was ready and told Alexis, I would go check us out.

I had a message, left by Frank, at the front desk …God I was glad Alexis wasn’t with me.
She still didn’t ask if anything happened between us on the beach that night, which I found to be kind off odd.

I decided now, that if she did, nothing did happen, Mike kept his promise and I don not want to loose her.

All the note said was,
‘Sorry, you had to see that, the other night, our secret is still safe, will be in touch.’

This is the last thing I needed right now, but decided to deal with it, when it comes.

Friday afternoon, around 2:30PM, the plane touched down at New Ark airport in New York.
We collected our bags and walked in silence towards the long term parking garage.
We reached our parting point, I gazed in her beautiful blue Spanish eyes, holding it, mine begging hers for an answer.

“Thank you, Rachel, for everything,” she said.

“Are you OK,” I asked.

“I will just have to be,” she replied and walked away.

The emptiest feeling filled my body. Tears running down my cheeks as I drove towards home.

Part 3

Chapter 10.

I saw Jahmal waiting at the main entrance of the estate as I pulled up. He reared up, standing on his hind legs, making a whinny sound.

I had about a fifty yard head start making a wide circle and our familiar race started, along the half mile drive way.

I watched him in the side mirror, making up ground with every stride, a thousand+ pound of pure horse muscle, he looked magnificent, the sound of his hooves getting loader.
I opened my window when he was next to me.

“High gorgeous, did you miss me,” I yelled at him.

As I pulled up to the main house, he made another wide circle slowing into a steady trot, coming towards the wooden fence.
I grabbed a handful of sugar cubes which I kept in the car, just for this.

I was already on the fence, grabbing him around his neck, he just loved my hugs and the sugar cubes that came with it.

“Hi baby, we are going for a ride first thing in the morning,” I promised.

I was jerked backwards from the fence, falling into Mike’s arms. He carried me down the pebble stone path to the house, kissing me tenderly.

Inside the front lobby, I swung my legs around his waist.

“God, I missed you,” he said, looking deep into my guilt filled eyes.
“Congrats on the deal you two pulled off,” Mike added.

“I missed you too,” I said.

Josh and Lizzy came down the stairs, rolling their eyes at the site of us holding each other.

“Please, get a room you two,” Josh jokingly said.

I hugged them both at once, holding them tight until Josh squirmed himself free.
Josh was never one for affection, but Lizzy was different, she would still, at her age, sit on my lap, hugging me.

“So tell me, how was the Bahamas …worth a vacation?” Mike asked.

I tried to sound as normal as a woman who was fucked by three island men, can possibly sound.

“Oh, definitely, absolutely gorgeous …that should be our next get away,” I replied. Thinking of Frank as I said it …strange.

“Honey, can you and Josh get my bags please,” I asked.

“I am going to take a shower, quickly, then I will tell you all about the trip,” I said.

I slipped my clothes off and jumped into the shower, soaking myself under lukewarm water. I felt tensed and nervous and wanted to get myself together, before Mike picks up on anything, with his sixth sense.

Before I could get out, I felt Mike’s naked body stepping into shower, taking me in his arms.
He started kissing me gently …the water running down my face …the taste of his familiar mouth mixed with the water, twirling our tongues.
He rolled my butt cheeks with both hands, spreading them …I felt my vagina hole gaping …stretching.
His erected penis …dangling between my legs …poking me occasionally.
He broke the kiss, cupped my breast with both hands.

I turned the water off, as he took my left nipple in his mouth …nibbling it, twirling his tongue around it.
I kept my eyes closed, thinking about Alexis …how different it felt when she sucked me.
Gosh, I missed her already.

Just thinking about her, made it easier, I felt my body relaxed, as Mike found my pussy, gently rubbing it …his middle finger found my clit …rolling it …slipping his finger in my hole.

I haunched between his legs, taking his cock with my right hand …running my tongue from his balls up the underside of his penis, all the way up to the helm …twirling around it, taking the tip into my mouth, while stroking his shaft.
His 8 inches felt small in comparison, I closed my eyes …imagining Frank’s cock in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. I let go of Mike’s penis.

Why am I thinking about Frank …what was supposed to be Alexis’s fantasy, …to be fucked by an African American, turned out to be an obsession with me…

Mike raised me to my feet, kissed me again.

“You’re OK?” he asked.

“I’m just tired,” I lied.

“It’s alright baby, I’ll make us dinner, then you can get some rest,” he said.

I turned the water back on, Mike left …I felt like scum.

It was the first time in all our years, that I turned Mike down. He sensed something was off…

By the time I got to the kitchen, dinner was almost ready.
During dinner I told them about my trip, the meetings we had, the site seeing of the island, the beautiful sunsets …everything …except how big a slut I became…

I told Mike how Alexis just had them eating out of her hand, almost as if she transfixed them with her charm and beauty.

“Well, she seemed like a remarkable woman, the few hours she spent with us,” Mike said.

Indeed, in every sense of the way, I thought to myself.

I hit the sack earlier than I normally did, laying in the dark …thinking about Alexis as I drifted into a deep sleep.

Chapter 11.

Saturday morning, Mike woke me up with breakfast in bed, he is such a darling, most of the times.

It was Spring break …Lizzy are going to her grand parents, my in-laws.
Josh already left on a camping trip.

He was going to drop Lizzy off at the airport and then of to play golf with his buddies …and I decided to take Jahmal for a gallop.

I dressed myself in my riding gear, wearing a white pull-on breech without my panties and a long sleeve sweater.

I looked myself in the mirror, if you look carefully, you could see the dark patch of hair between my legs.
I went down to the stables, finding Charles grooming Jahmal.
I almost startled at the sight of him, reminding me of Frank.

In all my years I never looked or even remotely thought about Charles in a sexual way, but today I almost visibly stared at his crotch, feeling the blush rushing to my cheeks.
A big bulge showed in his pants.
I felt the stirring between my legs.

“Hi, Charles,” I greeted him. “Can you get Jahmal and Rosa-bell ready and load them, I am taking them for a ride,” I asked.

“Morning missy, you want me saddle them here,” Charles asked.

“No, just load them I will saddle them myself, thank you Charles,” I said.

I went back inside the house and decided to call Alexis.
I phoned her cell phone, she picked up after the first ring.

“Hey you,” I said.

“I am taking Jahmal for a ride, you up for it?” I asked, praying she would say yes.

“Well, I really don’t have any riding gear,” she answered.

“No problem, I have extra pairs of breeches, from my younger days”, I said.
“We will do a pretty nice horse trail a few miles from here …so you can come by the house.” I said.

“No problem,” she you in a bit, she said.

Forty minutes later she pulled up to the house.

She quickly changed into the white breeches and she looked awesome, wearing short cowboy boots, a pink long sleeve blouse stretching round her soft breasts.

Five minutes later we were on the road, Mike bought me a Ford F350, especially to haul the horses around, it’s only a fifteen minute drive to the a nearby lake, which has various horse trails to pick from.

“I got abandoned, Mike and his buddies had a golfing date,” I said.

I told her about the shower episode and when he sucked my tits how ‘she’, was the doing it in my mind

She just stared at me…

“At some point, you will have to talk about it, what you really feel …you know?” I said.
“I have fallen for you …and I really don’t know what to do..” I continued.

We reached the starting point of the trail.

“We can talk, later,” she said.

I unloaded Jahmal and Rosa-bell from the trailer.

“Wow, they are both beautiful,” Alexis said. She patted Jahmal, stroking his neck, he immediately responded to her touch.

“I think he likes you,” I admitted.

“You know how to saddle a horse,” I asked, not expecting her to be able to.

“What do you think,” she jokingly asked.

Once again, she just amazed me, I gave her my custom made saddle and asked her to saddle-up Jahmal.

The saddle is a tight fit, with a horn, the space between the pommel and cantle, gives a steady seat and obviously to me, a sensual sensation between the legs with every ride I take.
The seat-rise was v-shaped, which parts my pussy lips perfectly, that is why a never uses panties on my trots.

Today, Alexis will experience that sensation, I decided.

“So, you want me to ride Jahmal” Alexis asked.

“Yip, Rosa-bell, is a bit stubborn, she sometimes gets moody and wild,” I explained.

I gave a quick inspection of her saddling-up effort, perfect. I adjusted the bobble straps, ensuring an enjoyable ride with the height of the stirrups.

“Not bad for a Boston city girl,” I said.

I fitted the bits, bridles and reins on both horses.
I gave her my spare riding hat. She strapped it on, her hair bundled in a ball, which gives her and different look.

She was just indescribably beautiful.

I helped her onto Jahmal, which was getting impatient with us taking so long.
At once, she got him in a trot, circling me as I got onto Rosa-bell.

God, is there anything this woman cannot do, I asked myself?

We trotted side by side, she rhythmically rocked back and forth in the saddle, holding the reins loosely in her hands, I gave her some pointers on Jahmal, he is pretty much an easy horse to ride.

They looked an awesome pair. We rode alongside the lake, for a while and found an open space, I send Rosa-bell into a slow ‘pace’, Alexis followed suite, watching her crotch grinding into the saddle.
My own lips parted by the seat-rise, the rocking movement causing a rubbing effect, a quick way to become horny really fast.

We ‘paced’ for a while, going a bit faster, Alexis just half a length to the left, in front of me.

This is so good, having her with me, doing what I loved most, riding horses …it felt so free and Alexis enjoyed it just as much, looking back at me, her smile, make her seemed so happy.

We ‘paced’ for about 2 miles then stopped next to a big lane of trees next to the lake.

“Oh my, this is fun,” she laughed, as she got of Jahmal.
“Wow, amazing, he is just so powerful, I had to hold him back.” she added.

I noticed the grayish spot between her legs, which meant she was already wet down there.
My long sweater covered mine, which was definitely wet.

We sat down on the grass, under a Weeping willow tree, right next the the water.
I propped myself onto my elbows laying back, she turned around, still sitting, legs crossed, facing me.

“Ask away,” she said.

“I just need to know what your intentions are …how you feel about us…” I asked.
“You are sending mixed signals …one moment you want to cool down …next moment you teasing me again… ” I continued.

“Are you playing with me …Alexis?” questioning her.

She looked almost hurt by this.

“I will never play with your feelings …but lets get real …you are married, Rachel …what happened between us, was spontaneous …I can never expect more from you …than what we have …I enjoy your affection, as much as you do mine …but …to admit that I have deeper feelings …will change and affect more than just us,” she explained.

“And what do we have…Alexis?” I asked.

“Something special …I believe …something only you have control over …” she said, I interrupted her.

“No wait …that is just it …I cannot control my feelings for you …God Alexis, this is not like a high school crush …I have never felt a deeper love than this …not even when I met and fell in love with Mike,” I tried justifying.

“I said before, I would never have let you in this far, unless I felt something more than just friendship, but it would be unfair from you, to expect anything more from me, under these circumstances, I do care for you, dearly …and that is why I say …you can steer this relationship to where you want it to go.. If you walk away now …then so be it .. I will understand that ..but I won’t ask you do anything foolish …just so that we could be together.” she explained.

“Can I ask you something ..and I need an honest answer?” I asked.
She gave me a yes nod of her head.

“Are you afraid to love …or to be loved?” l continued.

“Both I guess, I don’t let anybody close enough,” She answered.
“Looked what happened …when I let you in.” she said, tears welled in her eyes.

“Did something happen in your past?” questioning her more.

“A long time ago, but that is in the past.” she continued, sniffing, using her sleeve, wiping away a rolling tear.

“You know what I don’t get …how someone as beautiful as yourself, seemed to be alone ..have nobody to enjoy this ..pointing at her.” I said.

“That is just it, my beauty is a bigger hindrance than you can ever imagine …women feel intimidated by it …men will date me …just to use me as a display ornament …something to brag over with their drinking buddies.” she continued.
“And …it’s really not a bad thing to be alone you know.” she added.

A little smile played around her face. “I remembered when I was a teenager …my father once said …to have a son, you just have to worry about him …but to have a daughter, you have to worry about the whole damn neighborhood’s boys …and a beautiful woman …is everyone’s woman …I guess it is true.” she said.

I sat up, crisscrossed my legs, our knee caps touching, I gazed into her eyes.

“If you are willing, we can be lovers” I said, surprising even myself.

“I believe we already are.” she reminded me.

We got up, I adjusted both horses bobble straps, lifting the stirrups a bit higher.

“What are you doing.” she asked, while mounting Jahmal.

“We are going to have a race back to the truck,” I suggested.

“How big a head start you need?” Alexis asked with confidence.

We started with a slow canter, riding side by side for a couple hundred yards, Alexis already in the suspended position, looking like a veteran jockey, then I sent Rosa-bell into a full gallop, I knew she was a fast sprinter, even faster than Jahmal.

I peeked backwards underneath my right arm, Alexis and Jahmal was at least 4 lengths behind, I pushed Rosa-bell even harder. “Come on girl, lets kick some butt,” I whispered in her ear.

It felt awesome, I could hear them behind us, moving closer with every stride.
I figured we have maybe, just over a mile of open space left.
I was riding Rosa-bell to the limit, when Jahmal’s head appeared in my peripheral vision, closing the gap with every stride …they were next to us and the way she held the reins, short, meant she was holding Jahmal back …and then she let go of him, within a second they were more than a length in front, increasing the gap with every stride.
God she is a good rider, maybe even better than myself, Jahmal’s posture suggested he enjoyed every second of it.
We reached the end of the open space and Alexis made a wide circle bringing Jahmal to slow trot, towards us.

“Where in the world did you learn to ride like that?” I asked amazed.

“Oh, it was all Jahmal, like you said before, he is easy to ride” she said.

We walked them down for 5 minutes …cooling off, unsaddled them and loaded them into the trailer.

Alexis loosen her hair, looking ravishing.

In the truck she leaned towards me, we kissed, long and passionately.

“Thank you, Rachel …this was wonderful …I really enjoyed that …we should do it again.” she said.

Back at the ranch, I had Charles unload the horses.
I noticed him staring at Alexis.

“Charles, can you please take care of them and put them in their paddocks for a couple of hours.” I asked, distracting his attention.

In the kitchen her first words were, that Charles reminded her of Frank, the island lawyer.

“By the way, speaking of Frank …what happened that night on the beach …did he bang you? ” she asked with a big grin on her face.

I kept my face as straight as possible, decided, after today, there is no way I am ruining this relationship, I will take my chances.

“Nooo ..nothing happened, we just walked for a while.” I lied.

“Oh no …gee what a waist …I still think he would be an unbelievable fuck.” she surprised me once again.

“Listen ..Alexis, you are welcome to take a shower,” I said.

“Where is the rest of the family …the kids I mean,” Alexis asked.

“Josh is on a camping trip … Mike dropped Lizzy off at the airport this morning, going on a school trip to Florida.” I answered.

“I probably should go …have a lot to do …” she said.
“And by the way …I have decided to lease that condo with the option to buy …remember the one you have seen with me.” she added.

“Well …you are most welcome to stay …Mike won’t be here until much later this afternoon,” I said.

She took me in her arms and kissed me, the warmness of her mouth …the tips of our tongues exploring…
She gazed into my eyes …hers smiling …mine laughing..

“See you Monday.” she said

“Bye” I replied.

Chapter 12.

I felt better, she might not have admitted that she loved me …but she did consider us ‘lovers’.

I decided to take a long relaxing bath…

My breezes were still damp, as I stepped out of it ..I ran my finger through my slit, slimy as hell form the horny horse ride earlier.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror against the side wall, I looked and felt sexy, my pussy neatly trimmed, I cupped my breast, they were actually the perfect size, my taut nipples as big as my pinky’s first lit. My hourglass shaped body.. well in proportion with my long legs.

I spread my legs, butterflied my pussy lips open.. I could see the glistening slimy wetness … I decided to relief myself from the horniness …I got Mr.Dong from his hiding place, went to the bathroom …and locked the door.

I wet the suction end and mounted it against the tile wall of the bathroom …high enough to fuck myself doggy style …I ground myself, slipping it into my wetness …slowly ramming the rubber shaft inside of me …the 12 inch dong disappeared with ease …not even feeling the thickness …but still amazing …I rammed myself harder …cupping my swinging breasts lifting the left one to my mouth… sucking my own tit …biting my nipple… faster, stroking the rubber dong deep inside …my butt cheeks slapping against the cold tile wall …I was getting closer and closer …screaming as I came …squirting my juices against the wall …ripping the dong from the wall …standing up, legs spread apart …with both hands sunk it upwards inside …ramming it with swift fast movements in and out …cumming again and again …the juices free flowing running down my hands …dripping on the floor …again cumming more with each stroke …

I could cum more …but my arms were tired …there was still allot were this came from …’God, Rachel, you turned into a real slut’ …cursing myself.

I jumped into the shower, soaking myself …until the water ran cold…

After my shower I decided to take a nap …haven’t had much sleep the past week… I must have fell into a deep sleep …’cause next minute Mike woke me up.

It was past 6 o’clock in the evening…

“So how was your day with your golfing buddies…” I asked.

“Think I missed my calling ….Tiger better watch out…” he laughed.
“And what were you up to….” he asked.

“Oh, I had a lot of fun ….I invited Alexis over …we took Jahmal and Rosa-bell to the lake for a trot …you know what …that woman just amazes me more everyday …she is an incredible good rider …can you believe she and Jahmal beat me and Rosa-bell …I mean Rosa-bell …common…? she is by far the better sprinter …and she even gave me a head start …God I hate her..” I said, thinking how much I loved her.

“Well, you get those people that just turns anything to gold …and she is one of them…” he said.

I smiled at his comment from the inside …just feeling that burning feeling in my guts…

We had dinner …watched a movie and went to bed.

We made soft gentle love …my pussy still sensitive from the rubber penis …my eyes closed, thinking of Alexis …not giving away anything.

We spent Sunday with friends …having barbecue …drinking wine …on many occasions ..Mike caught me daydreaming …ripped me away from her..

Monday morning, back to the office …horrific traffic …eventually getting into the elevator.

I walked past her office but it was empty. I settled in reading my emails ..I had a 9 o’clock meeting with Dave, Rob and Alexis …that gave me 20 minutes to get my notes together.

At 9, I was in Dave’s office …he was sitting behind his desk …Rob drew up a chair next to him …Alexis sitting to his left opposite him …I seated myself next to her facing Dave and Rob.

“Well.. lets get to the point …” Dave started.

“First of all …what an outstanding job …the two of you did in the Bahamas …it just opened the doors wide open for future prospects, not only with our client …but also from the Real Estate developers in the Bahamas..” Dave continued.

“In fact.. they want to partner with us …using Alexis’s expertise in Real Estate law for upcoming projects in the Caribbean …their CEO and his legal team will visit us next week …to work out the details.

Both Alexis and I, glanced at each other …kicking my foot with hers …a smile playing across her face …we both knew what that meant.

“And thank you Rachel for your invaluable contribution, the client asked me to thank you personally,” Dave added.

A celebration party was planned for next week, Tuesday night, at the same hotel Alexis is staying.

When we left Dave’s office, Alexis invited me to lunch.

The rest of the morning went quickly…

I met Alexis at 12:30 for lunch …we went for a walk in Central Park …having hot dogs and soda …

“So …if this plays out we might spend a lot more time together, away from home.” Alexis said.
“You think Mike would be OK with that …I mean with him away from home as well.” she added.

“We will work it out, when it comes to that.” I said.

“Are you excited.” Alexis asked.

“About what.” I frowned.

“Frank coming to town.” she replied.

“Not really …why would I be?” I lied.

“He really digs you…” she said.

“And I dig you.” I smiled, slapping her hand.
She squeezed my hand.

She told me that she is signing the lease on the condo that evening …moving in tomorrow …fully furnished, except for the two spare bedrooms, so not a lot of moving to do.

Chapter 13.

The next day after work …not in a big hurry to get home, with the Lizzy still on her trip …Josh pretty much undependable …I helped her getting settling in to condo …we also picked up some of her personal belongings which were stowed at a storage facility.

She already had a home gym delivered and built, a treadmill and an exercise bike set up, in the third bedroom. So that is how she stays in shape, I thought to myself.

She was wearing a tight cycling capri type short… asked me if I mind her doing some time on the treadmill.

I sat on the floor …back against the wall …watching her …walking on the treadmill …we chit chatted about …people at the office …she told me on that first day when she started …with the one on one meetings …there is this real sexy young girl, working as a Research Analyst, that hit on her and in a subtile way told her …if Alexis need anything and she meant anythiinnggg …she must just ask. We laughed.

Our dinner was champagne and salad.

It was time for me to go …she walked me to the door …she was all sweaty but still felt amazing as she embraced me …she kissed me …our tongues brushing …tasting the saltiness on her upper lip, mixed up in our kiss …her hands around my neck …my hands on her butt …pressing her crotch against mine.

“Love you …Alexis.” I said, turned and walked away.

“I got home around 10 o’clock …Mike already in bed …reading.

“Hi sweety …did you have dinner.” I asked, walking though to the bathroom.

“I had a big lunch …Rachel …thank you.” Mike answered.
“I am flying to Texas tomorrow …not sure when I’ll be back …will you and Josh be OK …alone.” he asked.

“We’ll be alright …or should I say I will be OK …Josh already phoned me and said he is spending the night with Cameron.
Anyway …Charles is here after all …if I need help or anything.” I said, watching myself in the bathroom mirror, changing into my nighties …fondling my tit …imagining it cupped in Charles’s mouth …sucking away on it …surprised by my new found sexual thoughts towards our hired helper.

Next day I was in the office earlier than normal …I had just dropped Mike of at the airport …as I walked past Alexis office, she was already in.

“Did you wet the bed.” I said, as I peeked around the door frame.

“I couldn’t sleep …and you?” she asked.

“Mike’s gone again …dropped him off just know … on his way to Dallas this time.” I said.

“Well …yell if you need anything.” I said.

The day dragged by …haven’t seen her since this morning …by the time I left, she was not in her office.

When I got to the lobby …I ran into her …told me she and Dave had a meeting with another one of our clients …she will fill me in later.

“Hey …with Mike and the kids gone …you want to come over …maybe spend the night …” she suggested.

“OK …that would be nice ..” I said.

I was at her condo around 7 o’clock that evening …we had take aways and just mellowed listening to music …drinking wine..

“You want to get naked…and fool around a bit.” she surprised me again.

She took my hand and led me to the spare bedroom, which had still no bed it …the boxes we got from the storage unit yesterday, were stacked in the one corner.

She lifted one of the boxes from the pile …opened it …out came this weird looking machine …a black half barrel saddle shaped device …with a place for different vibrating attachments …she mounted a stiff rubber oval egg shaped vibrator, attached to a ridged rubber plate …it had a wired controller to set the vibration intensity and you could twirl the penis egg round … a sex machine, called a Sybian.

“You want to take it for a ride ..” she asked.

“You go first …show me.” I said.

We got up …she stepped into my arms …we started undressing each other …I unbuttoned her blouse …loosened her skirt …I kissed her between her breasts…unhooked her bra …took her left breast in my mouth gave it a good suck …my right hand inside her panties …winding them down …slipping them to the ground …her slit was already wet …we were both naked.

She plugged the power cord into the wall outlet.

Kneeling, straddled her legs over the Sybian …taking the controller …one dial controls the vibration intensity and the second the motion of the attachment …she dialed the first dial …the machine came alive …vibrating …using the second dial …the egg penis twirls around.

Alexis lowered herself …taking the egg inside her pussy hole …handing me the controller.
I dialed the vibration up to the second setting…she sat up straight …grinding herself into the seat …cupping, fondling, rolling her tits in circles …dialing the second dial …twirling the egg inside her pussy …dialing the vibration up to 3 …she rocked her crotch back and forth …her head thrown backwards …her juices drilling on the rubber plate …her clit pressed tight against the wavy moving ridged part …moaning softly now…

After a minute or so, she got up before she could come…

“Your turn …” she said.

My cunt was already soaking wet …she dried her own juices from the attachment …both dials turned off …I straddled over the saddle …sunk myself down …taking the egg inside me …grinding myself into the rubber plate …feeling the ridged part brushing my clitoris …Alexis dialed the vibration to 1 …feeling the machine moving …light vibration …I laid forward supporting myself on the front edge of the barrel.
Dialing it to 2 …more vibration …I grabbed my tits …nipples taut …rolling them …the egg started twirling slowly …more vibration …more twirling …I felt the juices seeping out my cunt …the ridgy plate massaging by clit …my breaths became faster …gasping for air already … grinding myself into the seat …more vibration …more twirling …I fell forward …more vibration …
it felt unbelievable …different than a normal vibrator …the intensity almost overwhelming …you feel the whole machines vibration …ripping through your whole body …the ridgy plate massaging my clit …building me to an orgasm …I looked down …little pearly drops of my juices …bouncing on the vibrating rubber plate.

“OOHH MYYY GOODDD” I shouted …feeling the orgasm spraying outwards ….cumming and cumming again ….she stopped the twirling …I rammed myself up and down the egg …into a squatting position …rocking the egg in and out my pussy …I fell back leaning, supporting myself on my hands, legs spread open, fucking the egg up and down …I came again…fell backwards …laying on the ground.

I helped finishing Alexis off …watching, ramming myself with an unused penis attachment …cumming again …Alexis came in a screaming roar …fell of the machine, her body spasmed, rolling side to side onto the carpet …which was wet from our spraying juices.

“Wow …that is a different sensation …have to get one of those.” I said.

We decided to take a bath.

The main bathroom had both a jacuzzi and hot tub …we decided to use the hot tub …filled it up …some bubble bath …lit some candles …bottle of wine …I got in first sitting at the back end …God she looked like a swimsuit model …her hair tied up in a knot …her pubic hair neatly trimmed …she got in facing me …

I spread my legs below the surface …motioned her to turn around …pulling her towards me …laying her down between my legs …her head resting on my right shoulder …I could feel her lower back pressed up against my crotch.

We sipped our wine …giggling like two sixteen year old girls exploring each others bodies…it felt like heaven …having her in my arms.

…she turned her head sideways kissing my neck.

Her kisses turned into small nibbles …even in the hot water …goose bumps raised all over my body …my taut nipples poking her in the back.

I cupped her tits in both my hands …fondling them softly …twirling her nipples between my fingers …I turned my head downwards …our mouths met …kissing gently …we spend more than an hour …just hanging out in the hot tub.

When it was time for bed I realized there were no bed for me to sleep …the other room had her training equipment.

“I’ll take the sofa…” I said.

“No need … when I said you can spend the night …I meant in my bed…” Alexis replied.

We got in to bed …she fell asleep in my arms …I woke up in hers …spooning like a real couple.

Two days past without seeing Alexis …Dave kept Alexis real busy with the next big case a multi million lawsuit …us being the lawyers for the plaintiff …she phoned me dozens of times …to do research …information about the case …to hear my point of view …and just to hear my voice.

Chapter 14.

Friday morning I woke up early …Mike phoned last night saying he would be home this evening… reminding me to pick up Lizzy at the airport that afternoon.
Josh was back for once …we spent some quality time last night …finding out that he had a girlfriend …wishing I could tell him I had a girlfriend too …missing Alexis with each passing moment.

When I got to work, she was already in …looking almost tired.

“Busy week ..uh” I said.

She looked up. Fell back in her chair …”You have no idea..” she replied.

“Well …you know where to find me …if you need some help.” I offered myself and left.

Again …that afternoon when I left for home …she was not in her office but her purse was still there …I wrote a quick note …and put it in her purse.

The weekend dragged by …like there was no tomorrow …I took the kids to watch a movie, Spy Kids, Saturday afternoon …Sunday I took Jahmal for a gallop at Sandy Hook …every free moment of my mind filled by Alexis …God I missed her …I realized I was totally lost in her.

Monday morning …I couldn’t get to the office fast enough …just to see her …she was in busy as usual …I surprised her with a cream cappuccino …her favorite.

“Oh …you are a darling …you know that don’t you ..” she said.
“I got your note …had a lot to do” she said, my note I left in her purse, asking her to call me over the weekend.

We talked for a while about our weekends.

“Oh by the way …Frank is in town ..” she smiled as she said it.

I just rolled my eyes at her and left to start my day. I felt my blood warming through my veins …but also felt extremely nervous all of a sudden.

Around 9:30AM Alexis phoned my desk.

“Do you want to sit in on the discussions …with Frank and his delegation about the possible business opportunities …with Dave, Rob and myself?” she asked.

“Not if I have to …” I replied.

“No …I just thought …never mind …see ya later.” she said.

I was so busy …deep in thought …not even aware Frank was standing in front of my desk …when I looked up …a big smile on his face.
It was almost two hours later.

“So …this is where they hide you away …” he said with a smile, greeting me with the hand.
I felt about thirty pairs of eyes staring from around the open plan area.

“Oh …Frank …how good to see you …” as I shook his hand, feeling the blood rushing to my face.

“Are you ready …” he asked.

“Ready for …what?” I asked.

“Lunch …I already cleared that with Alexis and Dave.” he said.

Caught by surprise …Alexis probably orchestrated this whole thing …I thought to myself.

“Oh …OK …ready then I suppose …” I replied …the thirty pairs of eyes felt like a thousand.

I grabbed my purse and off we went …Alexis no where to be seen …he saw me peeking into Alexis office …told me she was of to lunch with the rest of the group.

“So we are going to meet …them.” I asked relieved.

“No, no …just us …I am taking you to this magnificent Caribbean restaurant down town …we can take a cab.” he said.

Oh my God …this is not happening, I thought to myself …cursing Alexis in my mind.

We were in the cab …me, trying to put as much emptiness as a back seat of a yellow cab would allow me to, between us …without much success, cause Frank was pretty broad shouldered.

I wore a skirt …which was a bad idea …If I new this was going to happen …I would have worn slacks …the skirt already rode up my thighs, high enough to expose almost half of them.
I felt his eyes burning, scorching them. I was seated behind the driver …music coming from the front of the car …Frank send him off to the restaurant.
He reached out touching my right thigh …running his finger from my knee up the bare part of my thigh …I took his hand …trying to remove it …but he had it in a steady grip …brushing my bare skin with his hand …I felt my pussy pulsating …throbbing like a sore thumb… he moved his hand dragging my skirt upwards …his right pinky flicking the outside my already damp panties …my juices seeping between my folds. I spread my legs more open …my skirt all the way up to my waist …the cab driver not able to see me clearly ..Frank staring forward, as if nothing was going on.
He cupped my pussy bonnet pressing hard against it …his middle finger rubbing my panties cloth through my slit …I was getting really horny very fast …his dragged my panties sideways …finding my wet slit …dragging his finger tips through it …I wanted to scream …held my breath …

“Here we are …Sir” the cabby announcing our arrival …which could not have come a second later ..else I would have blown the roof of …Frank paid the cabby and we were on the sidewalk.

“What the hell was that all about …” I almost yelled at him.
“How could you just do that …” I bursted it out.

We had lunch …he told me about that night at his house …Brianna …which he was in a relationship before …and ended along time ago …but she was still protective of him …and jealous of any attention Frank showed towards other woman.
We talked about the meeting and he told me that if they are going to use our firm in future projects …we probably will see each other a lot.

“Listen Frank …I am a married woman and I love Mike …that night on the beach and what just happened in the cab …I can not resist your affection …you are extremely handsome …but truly, I am not interested in a relationship.” I explained, thinking more of Alexis than anyone else.

He said he understood but cannot resist me as well …he thought I looked unhappy and on the island I projected sadness.
I thought of telling him about my love for Alexis and what happened with the masseurs …but why expose her with the risk of hurting so many people …he promised again that our secret was safe.

Frank were in town until Wednesday and Dave invited him and his delegation to the celebration party on Tuesday night.

I took a cab back to the office …Frank was done for the day and went to see his family in Jersey.

When I left that afternoon, Alexis was still there …knocked myself into her office …closed the door.

“So …thank you for putting me in a really awkward position …” I said.

“Sorry …you lost me …” she said.

“Frank …lunch …you giving your blessing” I continued.

She truly looked baffled …I told her what happened …how he induced me into going to lunch with him …what happened in the cab …and that I am not interested in his affection.

“So how did it feel …him rubbing you up I mean …” she asked …her devilish eyes flickering with excitement.

“Not funny …this is serious …but if you have to know …still wet as hell down there …” pointing at my own crotch.

“Sneaky …bastard.” she laughed.

“So if you’re not going to jump his bones …mind if I do?” she asked, her smile still running around her face.

“You don’t need my permission..” I said.

“Oh …but I do …remember …we are lovers” she said with soundless lips.

“Do what you have to Alexis …just don’t do it for the wrong reasons.” I said, almost feeling sad. I turned back before stepping out the door …staring at her sitting behind her desk …her smile gone …and I left.

As I drove home …feeling like a slut again …hating Frank for coming onto me and cursing Alexis for playing me.

To be continued ……

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Angela and her party fall under the influence of Chaun’s lusty song.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Four: Song’s Passion
Chapter Four: Song of Unbridled Lust
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Acolyte Sophia – Lor-Khev, The Magery of Thosi

The minstrel’s music soared through the common room, his voice a honey purr that even excited me while his fingers expertly played the lyre. I had not heard the like since the night an Azian Bard had played at my mother’s estates. The music shuddered through me, my body growing hotter and hotter. And while the minstrel was undoubtedly a handsome man, my eyes were on the dancer.

She stood on the central table, her hips undulating to the music, her naked breasts jiggling. Her skin was ebony—a Halanian belly dancer. My pussy clenched between my thighs. I crossed and recrossed my thighs beneath my white robe as I drank in her beauty. Lavender, translucent pantaloons clung low on her hips as they writhed and moved in ways I didn’t think were possible. Bells jingled from her ankles, wrists, and dangling from her pierced, dark-brown nipples. Her eyes were dark and smoky, and her black hair was gathered in dozens of beaded braids that swirled about her neck.

I licked my lips, entranced by her beauty.

“Saphique’s virgin pussy,” I whispered, the heat growing through my thighs.

The music sang to me. Moved my desires and demanded that my hips undulate in a sensuous sway, matching the grace of the dancer did. I stood up from my chair, my hips trying to sway like the dancer’s. I had to get closer to her. I moved through the crowded common room of the inn, snaking between tables of patrons watching the minstrel over the beauty dancing on the center table.

“Gorgeous,” I groaned when I reached the broad table she danced upon.

The woman winked at me as she turned, the dark cheeks of her ass bleeding through the lavender fabric of her pantaloons as those hips rolled and swayed. Her upper torso didn’t even move. She had such wonderful control.

Entranced, I climbed up onto the table. She turned to me, her eyes smoky. Her right hand beckoned. The table was twice as large as any other, room for two or even three dancers to occupy it. My nipples aching beneath my robes, I swayed to her, my arms over my head.

A spicy musk surrounded her—hot pussy.

Her hips still swayed as she licked her lips. Then she reached out and opened the belt of my robe. It hung loose off my shoulders, falling open to reveal my small breasts and pale flesh. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs as the robe slipped off my body and landed on the table, my belt pouch clattering.

“You have lovely hips,” she purred in an exotic accent. Her dark hands rested on them, her fingers light and sensual.

Men watched me. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered by but the music singing in my soul and the dancer before me. Her hands moved me, swaying my hips in rhythm to her own undulations. She pulled me closer, her heavy breasts jiggling, the bells tinkling.

“You need to let them be free of fear to move with the purest grace,” she purred, her nipples brushing mine. Shudders ran down to my pussy.

I reached out, resting my hands on her naked hips above the hem of her pantaloons. Her flesh was hot. She smiled at me as we danced together, our nipples rubbing, my nose filled with the perfume of her hot pussy mixing with my tart musk.

“That’s it,” she purred, her lush lips inches from mine. “Do you feel the music?”

“Yes,” I gasped, stepping closer, our breasts pillowing together as I pressed my crotch against hers, our hips swaying in rhythm. “It makes me move.

Her hands on my his slid around, gripping my asscheeks. Her fingers dug in as we swayed. My clit ached, rubbing on the silk of her pantaloons. It was nice, but I wanted a more intimate contact with the dancer.

My fingers slid down, and my thumbs hooked the waistband of her pantaloons. I pushed them off her writhing hips. They slipped off her legs and she deftly stepped out of them. She was practiced at stripping while dancing.

My hands found her ebony ass. I imagined how sensual it must be for my pale fingers to sink into the flesh of her dark rear. My heart beast faster as our clits rubbed together as our hips undulated to the music’s beat.

“That’s it,” purred the dancer. “Now we go faster.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my clit aching against hers.

The pleasure increased. I drank in every point of contact between our flesh. Our nipples rubbed together. Our breasts pressed tight. Her hands on my ass, my hands on hers. Our thighs slided past each other and pressed on each other’s clits. My pussy clenched as sparks of pleasure burst from my clit, struck hot by every sway of her hips brushing our nipples together.

Faster and faster we swayed, circling on the stage. Men and women noticed us. They called out to us, but it was only noise drowned out to meaningless deluge by the music and her body. I felt her heart thud beneath her breasts as our lips moved closer and closer.

“You are a beauty,” whispered the Halanian belly dancer.

“And you are a gift from Saphique,” I moaned right before our mouths met.

Her lips were honey sweet. I moaned into the kiss, my eyes squeezing shut as my tongue met hers. We loved each other on the stage, sharing our passion for all to see. We ground harder and harder on each other’s thighs, our fingers kneading each other’s ass, pulling each other tight as the pleasure built inside of us.

Electricity coursed across my skin. Every inch of me felt so alive. The table was rough on my feet and she was soft and warm against my body. My pussy clenched every wonderful time our clits brushed. I moaned louder and louder into the kiss as my body tensed.

Her body shuddered. I was temple-trained to know a woman’s body. She was about to cum.

I let myself go, wanting to share that moment with her. I kissed her harder, sharing my passion for her beauty and skill as our bodies tensed together. Our fingers dug into each other’s ass as our clits slid against each other’s thighs.

Fires erupted inside of us. We came together.

Our moans were muffled by each other’s lips. We held each other as the throes of passion moved our bodies. Our juices squirted out, splashing each other’s thighs, mingling together. Everything faded, even the music, except for her. The pleasure crashed through my mind as I clung to her.

Bit by bit, reality came back. We still ground, our bodies eager for another cum. I broke the kiss, savoring the sensual smile on her lips as around us, men and women clapped, applauding the beauty of our shared passion.

“Now we added a new sway,” she purred, her body undulating.

I smiled and worked my hips.

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Xerathalasia

My body burned. Sophia ground hard on the Halanian belly dancer. My pussy was on fire. My nipples were hard. The music filled me, driving me mad with passion. It was like I was in heat. I looked down to make sure my cock wasn’t sprouting hard before me.

No dick.

I stood up, casting my gaze around. Angela rested her head on her arms, tired by the day’s walk and Thrak kissed Faoril with passion, the pair lost in their shared love. The orc and the mage made an interesting, and even beautiful, combination.

A serving girl walked by, carrying an empty tray. I seized her wrist.

The girl blinked as I stood, her eyes falling on my naked body, my large breasts jiggling. Her eyes trailed up and widened at my green hair and pointed ears. “Can I help you, madam elf.”

“Yes,” I purred, my free hand sliding around to squeeze her ass. A reckless, bold lust had seized me. I couldn’t stand it. I had to be satisfied. “This way.”

The girl squeaked as I pulled her after me, moving with grace through the crowded common room. Everyone was entranced by Angela grinding on the dancer or the minstrel playing. I felt the minstrel’s blue eyes on me as I crossed the bar, his music almost playing just for me.

I stepped into the service hallway that led up to the back stairs and the rooms above. The kitchen lay at the end of the corridor. The maid said something, it might have been a protest, but the music was too loud for me to hear.

I pushed her into a small alcove, her eyes wide, and kissed her hard before she could object.

Her lips surrendered to mine. My hands stroked her small breasts through the thin linen of her blouse. Her nipples hardened beneath my fingers as I pinched and rolled them. She gasped into my lips while I ground my wet pussy into the rougher weave of her dark skirt.

I broke the kiss.

“Madam elf,” she protest. “I’m supposed to be working.”

“Serving the customers,” I grinned as my hands pressed on her shoulders. “And I am in desperate need of your service. My pussy is on fire.”

The human serving girl trembled as she knelt before me. Her big, dark eyes looked up at me, her hair, in a black braid, slipped off her shoulder to fall down her back. I seized it, gathering it in my hand, before pulling her face between my this with it.

“Eat me,” I groaned. “I need it.”

Her gentle fingers slid up my thighs to my hips. She gripped me moments before her tongue licked out and swirled through my folds. I let out a satisfied moan, my ears twitching as the pleasure rushed through me.

The music bled through the walls, matching the pounding beat of my heart. I moaned, grinding on the girl’s sweet tongue. She licked and nuzzled at my pussy, savoring every lick and stroke of her tongue through my petals.

“Yes, that’s it,” I groaned, my free hand squeezing my fat nipple. I pinched and pulled it, loving the tingles of pleasure shooting down to my pussy. My ass clenched as her tongue feasted. “Make me cum, slut. Service me. Put that delicious, human mouth to use. You humans make such good whores. When I return to the forest, I will bring a few with me. You would be so popular.”

I pictured my pregnant wife fucking the slut from behind with her cock. Her belly so round and swollen with our child. In a week or so, my daughter would be born. The pleasure drove that thought out of my mind as I kept up with my fantasy.

“Fuck her, Atharilesia,” I moaned in Elven. “Ram your thick cock into the whore. Make her lick my pussy faster.”

Yes, my beautiful Xerathalasia, purred my wife in my imagination, her ears twitching as her breasts, grown large by her pregnancy and swollen with her breast milk, heaved. I’ll make her scream into your pussy and make you cum so hard.

“I love you, Atharilesia!” I gasped. “I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me.”

So do I. What fun we would have in the human world. When our daughter is older, we should visit it together.

Images of the pair of us in heat, sharing sexy human women, fucking them filled my mind. We’d lick each other’s cums out of their pussies and assholes. The human’s would moan wantonly as they feasted on our pussies or sucked our cocks.

I tightened my grip on the serving girl’s hair. I ground harder on her mouth as my back arched. My orgasm rushed at me, driven by the ever-increasing beat of the music. My pussy clenched in anticipation of that wonderful moment.

Cum on her face, Atharilesia moaned in my imagination.

“Yes,” I screamed. “Matar’s blessed cock, yes.” I switched to Human. “Drink my cream, slut. Drink it all down.”

The maid moaned as my orgasm crashed through me. She drank down the juices flooding out of my body. My back arched and my hips undulating. I pinched hard on my nipple as the pleasure crashed through me.

So wonderful. I added my voice to the minstrel’s, joining his harmony.

My toes curled on the rough wood as I rose onto the balls of my feet for a moment. I swayed, holding on tight to the serving girl’s hair, and then I crashed back down. My pussy ached as her tongue slid through it. Her wide eyes stared up at me as her fingers dug into my hip.

“Keep licking my, slut,” I panted as my orgasm faded. “I’m not satiated yet. I need more.”

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Thrak

Xera dragged the serving girl off. Sophia ground against her dancer. Faoril sat on my lap, her lips locked to mine.

My cock ached beneath her sweet rear. My blood boiled through me. It was so hot in the common room. So noisy. The room was so tiny. It closed in around me, almost choking me as the music resounded through it.

I broke my kiss with my mage. Her eyes were unfocused with lust, her silver nose ring piercing glinting in the dim light. Her light-brown hair swayed about her round face. I had to take her. But not here. Outdoors.

“Thrak,” she squealed in delight when I threw her over my shoulder, her light form draped over my swarthy strength. I stood, my hand squeezing her ass as I pushed my way through the common room. The weak Thosian men retreated before me.

They knew a real man when they saw one. Orcs were real men.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I snarled as headed into the service corridor.

I barely glanced at Xera in the alcove as she ground on the face of the serving girl. The music still bled through the walls, filling me with such lusts. I had to unleash them. I had to pour them into my Faoril. I had to please her and love her and make her scream my name into the night air.

I burst through the side door into the courtyard. The stables were nearby. The music grew to a dull whisper, the night air wonderfully cool on my skin. The day had been warmed, but the wind blowing down from the towering Lesh-Ke Mountains to the south brought such relief.

“Oh, Thrak, I’m so wet,” moaned Faoril. “I’m dripping down my thighs.”

I set her down and she leaned against the wall, her red robes crimson in the moonlight. My thick fingers deftly unfastened the ties, and her robe fell open. It was heavy, her pockets filled with all manner of arcane paraphernalia. Underneath, she was wonderfully naked.

I fell to my knees. My dick ached, but I had to taste her spice. Her hand seized my black, woolly hair, pulling my broad, piercing-studded face between her thighs. Her flesh was silky and her spicy musk filled my nose.

I inhaled deeply. “My mage.”

“Yes,” Faoril moaned, her hands tightening in my hair. “My barbarian.”

I buried my lips into her pussy. Her spicy musk dribbled into my hungry mouth. I licked as I rubbed my thick lips and the bone piercings into her flesh. Her round breasts jiggled as she shuddered against the wall.

Her juices coated my tongue. I closed my eyes, savoring her spicy musk. I shoved a thick finger deep into her hot depths, my dick throbbing beneath my kilt in anticipation of her tight embrace. My tongue licked and nuzzled at her clit while my free hand reached around beneath her robe and gripped her ass, pulling her tight against my tongue.

“Oh, yes, lick up my juices,” gasped Faoril. “Oh, that’s what I need. Mmm, you are amazing. You know how to please a woman. You know how to make her cum so hard on your cock. Oh, yes, Thrak. Devour me.”

“I planned on it, slut.”

“Slut,” she moaned. “Mmm, I love that word. Slut. I’m an orc’s slut. My pussy is owned by Thrak. It craves his cock, his tongue, and his fingers.”

She clenched her pussy down on my probing finger. Her body shuddered. Her free hand squeezed her pink nipples. They would look beautiful pierced. And she needed another ring piercing her clit so I could play with it when I ate her cunt.

Faoril ground harder. The pleasure stirred through her. She shuddered on my hungry mouth. Her body heaved as she humped against my tongue on her clit and my finger in her cunt. Her juices trickled down my to my wrist, coating my hand.

She was excited. The music had driven her wild with lust.

My hand squeezing her ass moved to her crack. She had another hole I could play with. I dipped between her silky cheeks and savored the growing warmth. I brushed her sphincter, swirling my thick finger around it.

“Thrak, you amazing orc,” she gasped as my finger sank deep into her asshole. Her hands tightened in my hair as she bucked and ground against me. “Oh, yes. Get my ass ready. I want your cock back there. Not my pussy. I need to cum so hard.”

“Yes,” I growled. “I’ll make you explode. I’ll fuck your ass so hard.”

I pulled my lips and fingers from her body. She gasped as I ripped her robes off her shoulders. She stood naked in the courtyard, her body trembling in the darkness. I spun her around, her curvy rear before my face.

I parted those cheeks and buried my lips between them. I tongued her sour sphincter while my hands reached around her body to play with her pussy. I fucked two fingers into her tight cunt with one hand while the other attacked her clit.

“Thrak, yes,” gasped Faoril, her hips undulating, her butt-cheeks clenching on my face as my tongue drove into her bowels.

My dick ached harder. The sensitive tip rubbed at the fabric of my kilt, eager to be buried to the hilt in my sweet Faoril. Her juices coated my fingers. I ripped the pair out of her cunt and slid them up her taint to her asshole. I licked at her sphincter as I shoved the two lubed digits into her asshole.

“You like that, slut?” I growled. “A taste of the real pleasure you’ll get when my cock reams your tight ass.”

“I love it,” she gasped, her bowels clenching on my fingers.

I kept rubbing at her clit. Her body shuddered. Her head tossed back and then she bucked. I moved my mouth lower, licking at the bottom of her pussy as her spicy juices flooded out. I drank down as she screamed out her pleasure into the night.

“My orc made me cum,” Faoril gasped. “Oh, yes, he’s all mine. He owns my body, and I own his. He’s going to fuck my ass and make me cum again.”

“Yes, I am,” I growled as I rose, ripping my fingers from her ass while savoring her hot pussy on my lips. My hands hiked up my kilt, my dick brushing the cheeks of her ass. I left a glistening line of precum as I moved my cock across her rear. “This is my asshole. I claim it.”

“Yes,” Faoril gasped as I thrust hard into her depths.

Her tight, hot, velvety bowels engulfed my cock as I pressed her into the side of the building. I draped my muscular chest across her supple back, the top of her head brushing my chin. I drew back. My cock aching in her depths, the pleasure shooting to my balls, and thrust back into her depths, the bone piercing at the tip of my dick sliding along her flesh, tugging on my head.

It added one more delicious sensation for the both of us.

“Fuck,” gasped Faoril, her body trembling.

Her rear bushed back, undulating as she took my cock. My swarthy cock slammed in and out of her pale asscheeks. I braced my hands against the wall as I fucked her hard, pounding her ass, my balls smacking into her flesh.

“Take it, whore,” I snarled. “Take every inch of my cock. You love it.”

“So much,” Faoril gasped. “Such an amazing cock. Keep fucking me. Give me that wonderful cum. You know how much I love your cum.”

I let out a growling laugh. “You are my cum-slut.”

Her ass tightened on my cock. “Yes. Yes.”

Faoril quivered beneath me. She moaned again, her ass writhing about my dick as her second orgasm burst through her body. I loved making her cum. I fucked her faster as she screamed out my name for the night.

“That’s it, slut,” I growled. “Clenched that ass. Make my cock erupt into your tight bowels. You want my cum dripping out of you.”

“I do,” she gasped. “Pater’s cock, yes. Cum in me. Flood me.”

Our flesh slapped together. Her body’s shivering died down as her orgasm faded. She still gasped and grunted, her bowels still tight on my cock. I closed my eyes, savoring the hot velvet caressing my cock, building the pleasure in my balls.

“Keep pounding me,” she groaned. “Don’t let up until you give me all the cum in those thick balls.”

“Gewin’s cock, you are a woman, Faoril. More woman than many orc females I know.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Now give me my cum.”

Dogs howled in the distance.

I slammed my dick deep into her. My balls smacked her body. They boiled. I growled as the pleasure burst from my dick. My cock unloaded into her ass. Every blast of my cum sent the fierce pleasure whipping through my body. I shuddered and growled, the dog’s baying with me.

“My woman,” I howled into the night.

“Yes,” Faoril panted, her ass clenching and relaxing on my cock, trying to draw out the last drops of the cum she hungered for.

The dogs howls grew even louder.

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Knight-Errant Angela

My body was on fire and my eyes were so heavy. As much as I wanted to watch Sophia dance, the droning, soothing song of the minstrel only made me yawn. I tried to keep focusing on how beautiful my Sophia was on stage, her pale body pressed into the ebony dancer’s.

But I was too tired. I needed sleep. Our traveling was catching up to me. Even with Gewin’s blessing girding my body, I had my limits. Which was a shame, because the dancing was so erotic. I wish I had to strength to push aside my chainmail loincloth and finger my wet pussy.

With a groan, I rose from the table. I was all alone. Xera, Thrak, and Faoril had slipped off, their lusts inflamed by Sophia’s dancing. So were mine, but I was the only one tired.

I hoped I wasn’t coming down with an aliment. Had I inhaled any foul vapors? Or had Illth’s cock spewed disease on me. I shuddered, hoping I hadn’t attracted the hermaphroditic goddess’s poxy gaze. I already had one goddess trying to kill me.

I stepped into the side corridor. Xera was stretched out on the hallway floor, a serving girl on top of her, the pair sixty-nining and moaning in delight, writhing heedless of anyone stumbling upon their lovemaking.

My lusts surged through me and I groaned as my head swam. The droning music from the common room was too soothing. I couldn’t fight against it. I yawned and trudged up the stairs, my boots thudding with every heavy step.

I reached the room I shared with Sophia. We rented three rooms, Thrak and Faoril had the second, and Xera had the third. I opened the door, glancing at my sword and kite shield leaning against a pile of saddlebags and bedrolls. I groaned as I closed the door behind me. The music drifted through the floor.

I yawned again as the music stopped. My eyes fluttered close. I had never been so tired and so horny all at the same time. I unbuckled my pauldrons and slipped them off, then undid the straps holding on my half-breastplate and backplate, freeing my large breasts.

The music had stopped and the hot itch between my thighs spread upward. My back straightened as I set my armor carefully down. I stretched, my chainmail loincloth jiggling between my thighs. Sophia was down there, undulating on the dancer, having fun.

Why was I up here?

My fatigue rapidly washed away. My hands slid up and pinched my nipples. I should have fun. I could join Sophia and the dancer on the table. There was room. My pussy clenched at the thought of dancing with the graceful pair, making all the men in the room hard.

Maybe I could enjoy a few men while Sophia and the dancer entertained each other tonight.

A knock rapped my door. I shuddered. I was so horny. Whoever was on the other side of the door would be in for a wild night. I didn’t care who they were. I just had to fuck someone. Anyone. Preferably with a hard cock.

“Yes,” I purred, marching topless to the door.

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Chaun

I let my music die. The acolyte Sophia still danced with Jathibiyya on stage, the pair grinding their pussies on the other’s thighs. They didn’t need my music any longer. They were gripped by their passion for each other.

I carefully put my lyre into its wooden case. It was made of polished wood, dyed as red as my lyre, and inlaid with matching gold that made a pattern of swirls around the edge. It was given to me with my lyre when I graduated from the Bardic College of Az. The case had a cunning latch hidden in the middle that clicked when I closed it. I picked up the case and moved with rapid steps across the common room. The crowd were already entranced by the dancing on the table, no longer needing my music to be entertained.

It was time to seduce Angela and win her confidence. I had to. I made a deal with Lady Delilah.

I slipped into my room, carefully setting the case on my bed. And then I changed. When I stared at Angela, a man rose in my thoughts. I was a changeling. I could look at a woman and know her husband’s or lover’s shape. My race could only impregnate a married woman, and only when we assumed her husband’s form.

But I also could assume a lover’s form. I wouldn’t impregnate Angela even if she wasn’t warded by a mage’s contraceptive magic—another thing my race could sense. I stared into the mirror as my face changed, it grew stronger, still handsome, but now dashing like a hero out of a quest, with flowing, dark-brown hair and dark eyes. My body swelled, stretching out the clothing I wore. Her lover, Kevin, was far more muscular than my current form.

His hands were calloused. Not from labor, but holding a sword, and there were more callouses on his body, places where armor had rubbed his skin rough. A knight, like Angela. I quickly stripped and found a change of clothing more suitable from my troubadour trunk—leather pants, a loose shirt, and boots. I closed the trunk. It was small, too small to hold so much clothing, but a Tuathan twinborn witch I had seduced, had gifted it to me.

She had such burning-red hair.

Dressed, I strolled out of my room and into the service hallway. I passed the elf and a serving girl in a passionate sixty-nine before heading upstairs. I reached Angela’s door. She was in there, coming out of her drowse but still incredibly horny from my song. She would be eager to fuck anyone.
But most especially the man she loved.

I knocked boldly on the door the way Kevin would.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I opened the door and blinked in surprise. “Kevin?”

“Angela,” he said right before boldly seizing me and kissing me on the lips.

I stood frozen, his mouth working against mine. I was so horny, eager to fuck any person, and yet Kevin’s lips did nothing to me. I barely remembered Kevin. I knew he was a knight. I remember him a few times from my early training. And then there were the holes in my memory stolen by the oracle.
According to Sophia, I had loved this man.

Not any longer.

I pushed him away and stepped back. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help you on your quest,” Kevin declared. He was handsome, with dashing eyes and flowing hair. He wore a shirt that clung to his muscular body and tight, leather pants. He would make any maiden swoon.

I could understand why I was attracted to him in the past.

But not now. Even as horny as I was, I might as well have kissed my aged grandmother.

“Help?” I frowned. He wasn’t mentioned in the prophecy so why was he here? “You came from Shesax to help me?”

“Yes,” he grinned, stepping into the room and seizing my shoulders. “How I missed you. I should have come with you.”

“Why would you? I’m on a Quest.”

“I said terrible things to you,” he continued, his eyes filled with such passion.

It was wasted on me.

“Uh-huh.” I shrugged my shoulders out of his grip and stepped back. “I guess that’s why I gave you up.”

“What?” Confusion flashed around Kevin’s face.

“I don’t love you anymore,” I answered. “I’ve moved on. I have a girlfriend now. My acolyte. Sophia loves me and I’m very fond of her.”

“But…you have to love me.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Have to?”

“Yes. I’m the man you love. You should be dripping wet and eager to bed me.” He stepped forward, and I frowned.

Where was his armor? His sword? Why would Kevin travel all this way to help me and come dressed like a man out to carouse at the tavern?

“Are you…really Kevin?” I swallowed, carefully moving back to my sword.

“Who else would I be?” Kevin scoffed. “Don’t you remember all the times we lay in bed? The promises we made of marriage when we finished our Quests? Or the times we would duel on the training grounds and the winner would dominate the loser?”

Dominate… I did have a fondness for dominating Sophia, and when I defeated Injuriae the Erinyes two weeks back, I had an overwhelming urge to make her submit. Could it have come from those missing parts of my life.

“No, I don’t love you.”

“You have to,” he insisted, growing even more baffled. “I saw it in…”

“Saw what?” I seized my sword.

Kevin flinched. Not like a warrior readying himself for battle, but like an untrained man suddenly confronted by violence. Kevin stumbled back, letting out a panicked yelp that any Knight Deute would be ashamed to make.

I didn’t remember Kevin well, but I wouldn’t have loved a weak knight.

I aimed my sword at him and demanded, “What are you?”

“Sorry, I don’t mean you any harm,” Kevin said. “I’m a changeling.”

His body suddenly changed, his flesh flowing like wax. He grew taller and slimmer. The chiseled lines of his face muted and grew soft, turning into something almost beautiful. His ears grew long and pointed like Xera’s as his skinned darkened. He grew black. Not the dark, deep brown of a Halanian, but true black of midnight. His hair became silvery and luxurious, shining about his ears.

The lust rushed back. The urge to fuck the next man or woman seized me. I let out a moan. The changeling was gorgeous, even beautiful. His clothing hung loose on him, his trousers slipping off revealing an thick, ebony cock that made my pussy clench.

“Sorry,” the changeling said. “I’m the minstrel, Chaun. I saw you in the crowd and Kevin’s image rose in my mind. It’s what we do. Seduce women while looking like their husbands or lovers. I only wanted to give you a night of passion. I don’t understand why you don’t care for this Kevin. You should. You love him.”

Angela groaned, her grip weakening on the sword. “A night of passion is what I was interested in. But not with Kevin. I…I gave up my love for him. I don’t remember him.” My smile grew wanton. “But I’ll remember you. What a cock you have.”

A cocky, bold grin spread on his dark lips. He opened his mouth to say something, when the dogs bayed loudly outside. I frowned, the howls cutting through my lust. There was something about the howls. Something…bloodthirsty.

“Those aren’t dogs,” Chaun said, cocking his head. “The howls aren’t quite right. The pitch and the way their larynx vibrate. Not wolves either. There’s a bit of human in the baying. Monsters.”

I spun and grabbed my kite shield.

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Faoril

“What are those dogs?” I frowned as Thrak pulled his cock out of my ass.

His cum stayed inside, my body absorbing it for my magic. I turned and peered around at the small courtyard as the dogs bayed louder. My pussy clenched. I was still so horny. I didn’t need a pack of stupid mutts ruining the mood.

“They’re on the hunt,” Thrak frowned, stepping away from me.

“They’re just dogs,” I moaned. “Not wolves. I bet a local merchant went out fox hunting with his hounds and they’re just enthusiastic about returning. Come back here. Let me suck your cock clean.”

Thrak’s kilt covered his cock again, but it still bulged the front as he moved towards the coutyard’s entrance. I licked my lips and moved after him. I wanted more cum. I was still horny. Two orgasms wasn’t enough for me tonight.

“Faoril,” Thrak groaned as I squeezed his ass. He spun around and seized my shoulders. “This is serious.”

“So is me sucking your cock clean of my ass,” I moaned, rubbing at his dick through the kilt.

Thrak groaned. “Faoril, stop.”

“This is my cock,” I purred.

A black shape leaped over the courtyard’s low wall. I blinked in shock, my hand squeezing down on the cock. I needed to react, but I was so horny. All I could think about was Thrak’s dick as the shape leaped at me, snarling in rage.

I had a fleeting glimpse of a hairless, black body before the beast slammed into me. Pain flared across my shoulders and chest. The thing bit me. I crashed into the ground hard and screamed as the monster savaged my flesh.

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Thrak

The dog-like monster tore into Faoril’s flesh. Her blood spurted, splattering the hairless, obsidian hide of the beast. I bellowed, the rage lurking in my depths. It called to me, begging me to embrace the anger and kill.

My mage had been hurt.

I fought off the madness of the berserker rage as I lunged at the beast. I seized the beast’s head in my bare hands, ripping its muzzle from my poor Faoril. The creature snarled and twisted its body, trying to break from my strong grip.

I hefted the body high and then slammed it down hard on my knee. The beast yelped in pain as bones cracked. Its kicking, rear legs went limp. I seized the beast by the neck, hauled it up, and stared into its yellow eyes.

“Please, do not hurt me,” the creature said in a far too human voice.

“You hurt her!”

My arms bulged. I squeezed my hands together. The beast whimpered, his front legs clawing at my chest. His yelps turned into whines of pain as bones cracked. His neck twisted and a shudder seized its body.

I threw the corpse to the side. The rage struggled to seize control as I stared at Faoril. She whimpered, blood pooling out of the savage teeth marks across her shoulders and breasts. Crimson draped her.

I fought off the madness. She had to be protected. I couldn’t lose myself in the fury. That wouldn’t save Faoril

“Hold on,” I told her, my hands gentle as I lifted her dying body. So much blood poured out of her. “You’ll be fine.”

Faoril tried to speak, but only blood came out of her mouth. Her eyes shut. The rage was swamped by an even stronger emotion—fear.

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Xerathalasia

The serving girl’s pussy filled my mouth with tangy musk. I drank it down as my I shuddered beneath her body. Her tongue dug through my cunt, driving me towards my fifth orgasm. I shoved my tongue deep into her snatch.

Dogs howled.

My ears twitched and I froze. They howled again, braying louder, approaching the inn. Only those weren’t dog howls. I had heard similar, almost-intelligent baying in the Deorc Forest. I had hunted creatures that made sounds like that—barguest.

The serving girl yelped as I pushed her off of my body and gained my feet. “What? I was so close.”

“Find a room and barricade yourself in it,” I barked as I raced for the stares.

Barguest were shapeshifters, able to change from a hairless, black dog to an equally black-skinned human. They were intelligent and cunning. Most delighted in blood and mayhem. They lurked on the fringes, picking off the weak until they were driven away by the local mobs or crusading knights.

Or elvish hunters.

As I headed up the stairs, a topless Angela, gripping her kite shield and sword, came down the stairs, trailed by a slim, elfin man with midnight-black skin and silvery hair. His leather pants were loose on his slim figure, his hands holding them up as he followed Angela. For a moment, a hot wave of lust for the man went through me.

I shook my head. Why would a man attract me?

“You hear them?” Angela asked.

“Yes,” I shouted. “I need my bow. They’re barguest. They can shape change into humans. They’re intelligent and dangerous.”

“Right,” Angela shouted as we passed each other.

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Acolyte Sophia

I broke away from Jathibiyya, the pair of us panting from our many orgasms. The crowd cheered around us. I smiled at them and I was riding too high on my cums to care that most of them staring at me were men.

They weren’t trying to touch me.

“You could be a belly dancer,” Jathibiyya purred in her delightful accent.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind a more private lesson upstairs,” I told her, my had sliding down her thigh. Outside, dogs bayed and barked.

Jathibiyya laughed.

A topless Angela burst into the common room, brandishing her weapon. “We’re under attack.”

“What?” I gasped as Angela rushed through the common room towards the inn’s entrance, followed by a rather beautiful figure. I flushed when I realized it wasn’t a woman I stared at, but an elfin, black-skinned man. “Is that a changeling?”

I bent down and seized my robe and belt. I pulled on the robe and fished out my magical dagger from the pouch. It had been enchanted by my temple to glow when danger neared. Right now, it shone bright pink.

“Slata’s cunt,” I groaned. I hopped off the table and made to head after Angela.

“Sophia!” Thrak roared.

I stopped, turning to see Thrak and—

“Faoril,” I shouted in horror. Her entire body was covered in blood. I shoved my hand into my pouch, pulling out a healing potion. There was no time for me to work my magic. She was badly savaged.

I hoped she wasn’t dead.

The dog bayings grew louder. Glass shattered. People screamed as large, vaguely dog shapes burst into the common room, snarling and attacking. The patrons jostled me in their panicked flight. I gripped the healing potion, vainly striving to reach Faoril.

A large man struck me. I fell forward onto my left hand and knees. I kept a tight grip on the vial in my right. It was my last healing potion. I couldn’t lose it. I hadn’t even thought to make more than the three I had been given. It was stupid. I hadn’t made more because I could cast the spell.

Another person jostled me. I gasped, my side aching as I sprawled onto the floor. The monsters howled through the room. Tables and chairs crashed. The screaming grew louder. My heart thudded. I looked up, searching for Thrak through the panic.

I had to get to Faoril.

“Sophia!” Thrak bellowed.

A man groaned in pain and crashed to the floor before me, his face bloodied. Thrak stepped out of the crowd, Faoril cradled in his arm. He leaned down, setting her before me. I pulled the stopper from the vial and dumped it into her mouth.

“Please don’t be dead,” I whispered.

Thrak let out a bellowing roar and punched the leaping monster in the face. It crashed back into a table. He strode into the fray, joining Angela in fighting the monsters. I stared down at Faoril, the last of the milky potion poured out into her lips.

“Come on,” I whispered.

Faoril groaned.

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Knight-Errant Angela

The barguest crashed into my kite shield. The beast snarled, foamy spittle flying over my shield and splashing across my naked breasts. I thrust with my sword, stabbing through the beasts chest. It fell to the ground, transforming into a black-skinned woman, blood gushing from between her breasts as she died.

Thrak bellowed and rushed past me. He punched a barguest in the head. Bones snapped as the beast fell limp to the ground. The orc stepped up beside me, his swarthy body smeared in blood. I hoped it wasn’t his.

“Faoril?” I asked.

“Badly wounded. With Sophia.”

I threw a look over my shoulder. Sophia knelt on the ground beside the blood-smeared Faoril. “Damn. We could use her magic.”

I raised my shield. A barguest’s teeth scraped along the wood. I heaved the beast back with my shield and then swung, catching the monster on the flank. It snarled in pain and jumped back. Baleful eyes fixed on me. It howled.

More answered from outside.

An arrow struck the howling barguest in the throat. The creature fell dead. “Thanks, Xera.”

“I hear more outside,” she shouted. “They’re converging. The pact most have broken up to search the town for us.”

“And who sent them?” I demanded, stabbing my blade into the flank of the next.

“Does it matter?” Xera asked as she fired her bow and caught a barguest leaping through the shattered window in the eye. “There are another twenty or thirty racing towards us. We’ll be overwhelmed.”

Outside the inn, barguest howled and the next wave poured in through broken windows and shattered doors. I swallowed as the tide of black bodies raced towards Thrak and me. I set my shield and prepared to show these beasts how a Knight fights.

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Lady Delilah

Black Hound’s pack howled as it tore through the town. I smiled as I listened to the baying. Though I stood on a hill on the outskirts of the town which gave me a great vantage on Lor-Khev, I could not see the Merchant’s Rest Inn. I knew Angela would deal with the pack. And if Chaun was whom I believed him to be, he would aide them and win her trust.

I smiled, my heart beating with excitement.

The flap of wings drew my attention to the sky. I frowned. An erinyes swooped overhead, a fiery spear clutched in her hand. Why was Incessae here? What business did Slata’s vengeful daughter have…

“That bitch,” I snarled. Why had I not anticipated Slata’s petty vengeance.

The erinyes swooped down towards the center of town and the Merchant’s Rest Inn. Anger burned through me. I fought to control it. Angela would have to face Black Hound’s pack and an angry erinyes.

Would she survive both?

To be continued…

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A mother teachers her son and daughter to love each other!

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Eighteen: Mommy’s Incestuous Lesson

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Eve “Dusk” Michael

A shiver ran through me as Gina, the bitch who lived next door who used to pick on both of me and my little sister June, now leaned forward to press her face into my pussy and drink my piss. I held up my skirt, shivering while Dad, June, and her friend Britney watched.

Gina’s brown hair rubbed into my thighs. She was dressed as a sexy maid, Mom’s work. She had made both Gina and her mother, Mrs. Albertson, into our family’s bang-maids. Which was hot. They were both such bitches. Now they had learned their places: on their knees serving our awesome family.

I pushed up my glasses and shivered, my strawberry-blonde pigtails swaying about my face. Gina’s lips nuzzled into my pussy. She latched right on, so willing to let me piss in her mouth. She had to do whatever we wanted.

“Are you really going to do that?” Dad asked me, sounding more than a little surprised.

I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

I groaned and relaxed my bladder. My urine sprayed out into Gina’s mouth. I shuddered at the feel of my pee flowing out of me and into that whore. That tingling sensation rushed through me. It was more intense than a normal piss.

A slut was drinking it.

Gina was gulping down my urine. She swallowed it with hunger. Her lips shifted on my pussy lips. I stared into her brown eyes. She didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch. Her hands grabbed my hips, holding on tight. She pulled my pussy against her mouth as she gulped down the urine flowing out of me.

“Oh, Daddy, she loves it,” I moaned as the nasty whore drank my piss.

“Damn,” he said as I trembled through the rush of having the bang-maid drink my piss. She gulped it down. She swallowed it with hunger.

The way Daddy stared at me sent a naughty shiver through me. “You can piss in my mouth, Daddy,” I moaned. “If you want.”

He groaned.

Then arms went around him. Mom’s head appeared over his shoulder as she kissed his cheek. She hugged him from behind while I trembled, forcing out more and more of my piss into Gina’s mouth. The bitch kept drinking it down.

“Oh, yes, yes, drink all my piss!” I groaned.

“Piss?” Mom asked.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, squeezing my bladder to force it all out of me. “Just like that. Oh, that’s it. Just drink all my piss. Ooh, yes!” I finished peeing in her mouth. Her tongue then fluttered through my folds. “You drank it all, slut.”

“Well,” Mom said, sounding a little shocked, “dinner is still being cooked. I made your favorite, honey.”

“I can smell,” Daddy said. “Thanks.”

“Mmm, I’ve been having fun with your device. You’ve earned it.”

“Yes!” I moaned and stared at Daddy. “Do you want to piss in my mouth right now, Daddy?”

“Wow,” June whispered. My little sister and her petite friend were watching, both holding hands, their eyes wide.

Daddy just stared at me with shock and lust in his gaze. I could tell he wanted to piss in my mouth right now. I shuddered and had to do that for my sexy daddy. My pussy melted while Gina’s tongue licked and lapped at my twat.

“Bang-maid, on your back!” I commanded.

“Yes, Miss Dusk,” she groaned and pulled her mouth from my snatch.

“Enjoy,” Mom said and broke away from Daddy.

“Wait, what?” Daddy gasped, turning to watch my mother retreating to the kitchen. God, she was wearing just an apron. With her pigtails and her toned body, she looked as young and cute as June from behind.

Especially with that heart-shaped behind swaying.

Gina stretched out on the floor, her round breasts jiggling in the low-cut top. I sat down on her, planting my cunt right on her mouth, my large breasts jiggling in my top. I grabbed it, ripped it off, and smiled at Daddy, my tits exposed to his hungry gaze. Winking at him, I hooked the belt loops of his beige slacks and pulled the sexy professor to me. I attacked his fly while my sister and her friend watched in awe.

Those two were so cute. June with her brown pigtails and angelic face, Britney with her freckled face and green eyes. They both trembled, holding hands tight. My little sister licked her lips. She stared at me like I was so cool.

I winked at her and then pulled our daddy’s cock out of his fly. I grabbed him and stroked him. I pumped my hand up and down his cock, loving the feel of him. Then I pulled him right to my mouth. His dick throbbed in my hand, just needing to be in my mouth. He had to be sucked off by me.

I opened my lips wide and engulfed his cock. I slid my mouth over his shaft. He groaned as my lips slid over that wonderful crown of his. My tongue caressed him. He twitched in my mouth, staring down at me as I lightly sucked.

“Damn, Dusk,” Daddy groaned. “Just want to prove you’re the greatest slut, huh?”

I nodded, my hips wiggling from side to side. I ground my pussy on Gina’s licking mouth. The bitch had her tongue fluttering up and down my slit, brushing my clit. I had to be the biggest slut for Daddy.

I had mind-controlled myself to be his whore.

“Okay,” he said. “If this is what you want…”

Daddy’s cock twitched in my mouth. Then his piss streamed out. I gasped as the acrid flavor splashed against the back of my throat. It was nasty and yet… It was Daddy’s urine. His pee. I swallowed the warm liquid as more splashed into my mouth.

“Are you peeing in her mouth, Daddy?” June asked.

“Yes,” he groaned, his face twisting with pleasure as more of his piss gushed into my mouth.

It was so nasty and dirty. It made me feel like such a whore. I loved it. The urine flowed down my throat to my belly. It warmed my abdomen. My pussy drank in the heat as Gina’s tongue stroked my cuntlips.

Then her tongue thrust into my twat. I groaned, clenching my cunt down on her probing tongue. I gulped down more and more of Daddy’s nasty pee. I loved the taste as I ground my snatch on Gina’s hungry mouth.

“Damn, Dusk,” groaned Daddy. “Oh, damn, that’s good. Fuck.”

I shuddered, so glad he loved it. I nursed on him with hunger. I sucked with such passion on Daddy’s cock. It was amazing to do. It was just the best. I loved every second of it. I shivered, swallowing down all that wonderful piss.

The stream slowly died and then there was no more. My tongue swiped over the slit, gathering out the last few drops. Daddy panted, his glasses shifting on his face. Mine was sliding on my nose. I didn’t care. I just kept sucking and grinding my cunt on the bitch’s mouth.

“Shit, Dusk,” Daddy groaned.

“You really swallowed his pee!” June said.

“Wow,” Britney said in awe, the brunette girl watching.

I sucked hard and ground my cunt into Gina’s mouth. I smeared my hot cunt up and down her face. Her tongue thrust into me. She fluttered around in me, doing such nasty and wicked things to my pussy. I groaned, the heat washing through me. It was intense. It was amazing. Just the best thing in the world.

I loved every moment of it. I savored the heat. The rapture. The bliss of it. I nursed on my daddy’s wonderful cock. I sucked hard. My cheeks hollowed. I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down his cock, loving every moment of sucking on him.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good. Yes!”

I shuddered, sucking hard on his forbidden cock. I loved every bit of nursing on his dick. I savored suckling with hunger. I wiggled my hips from side to side, smearing my cunt on Gina’s mouth as Daddy’s precum soaked my tongue.

His hands grabbed my pigtails. He held me tight. I shuddered, my stomach full of his piss. I squirmed more and more on Gina’s mouth, the heat building and building in my pussy. Her tongue swirled through my cunt as I worshiped Daddy’s dick.

I was so hot. So turned on from doing something so nasty for my daddy. I wanted to cum right now, but I held off. I wanted Daddy’s jizz to fire into my mouth. To just flood me with all that salty spunk.

“That’s it, Dusk,” Daddy groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s it. Just keep sucking, you little whore.”

I was a whore.

“My twenty-year-old slut!”

His cock throbbed in my mouth. Then something yummy spurted out. His cum.

I squeezed my eyes shut and exploded. My orgasm burst through my cunt as I savored the salty flavor of his cum filling my mouth. That thick and creamy and incestuous load of spunk spilled over my tongue. It melted down my throat. I loved how great he tasted. How amazing. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side. I ground my convulsing twat on her mouth. The heat rushed through me.

“Dusk!” he groaned.

I squealed in delight, my pussy going wild. Juices gushed out of me and into Gina’s mouth. She licked and lapped them up as I squirmed atop her. I swallowed more and more of Daddy’s cum. I sucked him down, the wonderful taste spilling down my throat. It was awesome.

Gina’s tongue fluttered through my folds. She licked and lapped at me. She caressed my cumming twat. My back arched. Tits jiggled as I sucked out the last of Daddy’s spunk. He panted, his chest rising and falling.

“Damn,” he groaned, letting go of my pigtails. “You are such a slut, Dusk.”

I shuddered at those wonderful words he said. My orgasm hit its wild peak. I hovered there, trembling with such joy rushing through me. I was so glad that Daddy acknowledged what I was. This amazing thrill ran through me.

He slid his cock out of my mouth and I moaned, “Thank you, Daddy! I am your slut! I love you, Daddy!”

I was so glad I had mind-controlled myself. It was amazing.

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Natalie Meyers

“A man needs to be strong with his wife,” I whispered in my son’s ear as I hugged him from behind. “Your little sister is the perfect girl to practice on.”

I shuddered, my nipples so hard. After the morning and afternoon, I had spent with my friend Kimmie, my body was on fire. I had had so much lesbian sex with her and Tonya, the woman my friend had mind-controlled into being her bang-maid. I watched Tonya have sex with a Black man, had sex toys used on me, and had enjoyed so much wild pleasure. I had never done anything like this.

But my friend gave me such great advice. It always made perfect sense.

Like my son and daughter should get married. They were perfect for each other. Keep it all in the family. Incest. It was such an amazing thing. I was so glad I’d realized how wonderful the forbidden delights were at church yesterday and took my son’s virginity. Then my husband had taken our daughter’s virginity. We were teaching our children all about sex.

“Kiss her, Kevin,” I told him. “Be strong with her.”

“Yes, Mom,” he said and then broke from me. He advanced on his sister as I attacked the buttons of my blouse. I had to get naked.

My daughter trembled. She wore her long, black hair in a braid. A few strands had escaped to spill down her flushed cheeks. She was a slender thing. Petite and eighteen. She was at that ripe age where she needed a man to teach her to be a woman. I couldn’t let her become a slut. No, no, her brother and father needed to keep her attention.

Kevin cupped her face. He was a young version of my husband, Mitch. He lacked his father’s confidence, but experience would give that to Kevin. Even watching him capture his sister’s lips showed his growth. Yesterday, he had been so nervous when I taught him to eat my pussy.

He kissed his little sister with a boldness that had my pussy clenching.

I slid out of my blouse and then freed my large breasts from my bra. I shuddered, my pussy on fire. My naughty mommy-cunt ached. I dropped my skirt and slid out of my panties as my children kissed. Samantha trembled, whimpering into her brother’s lips. Her dainty hands slid around his waist.

“Now push her down on the couch,” I purred. “Show her what I taught you. Show her how to love a woman. Tame her. Make your little sister yours.”

He broke the kiss to moan, “Yes, Mommy.”

That made me shiver. Mommy…

He was still my boy. My son. No matter how strong he could be with Samantha, he’d obey his mother. My pussy clenched in delight. Just like Samantha would always be her daddy’s girl even after her and Kevin united in incestuous matrimony.

Kevin pushed Samantha down onto the couch. The flushed girl shuddered as her brother fell to his knees before her. He ripped off his t-shirt and exposed his maturing body. Not as broad-shouldered as his father, only a wisp of chest hair instead of the coarse, dark curls. But he was maturing to it. He pushed up his sister’s skirt.

I sank down on the couch beside her, my breasts swaying. My daughter glanced at me, her brown eyes glossy. She had such a cute, heart-shaped face. I stroked her cheekbone as she lifted her rump. He pulled her white, virginal panties down her thighs and past her knees.

“Mommy,” she whimpered, her eyes wide and full of awakening desire.

“I know,” I purred. “Isn’t your brother such a stud?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, biting her lower lip. “But… I mean… This is so fast, Mommy.”

“Mmm, you’re right. I’m just so horny.” I glanced at Kevin. “You have to play with her titties first. Get her pussy nice and wet, then you can eat her pussy. I’m sorry. Girls like that. Gets them in the mood. You play with your wife’s breasts, and she’ll be purring for your cock in no time.”

“Right, Mommy,” Kevin said and clutched Samantha’s panties in his hand. Then he moved up and attacked the buttons of her blouse.

As he undid them, I nuzzled into her ear, “Isn’t your brother sexy like your daddy?”

My daughter whimpered and nodded her head.

I licked her earlobe, loving how my daughter groaned, and said, “That’s what I thought. Mmm, imagine all the fun you can have with your brother. All the delights. You can’t marry your father. He already has a wife.”

“Mom?” she gasped. “What are you saying?”

“Nothing,” I purred. “Just enjoy.”

Kevin opened Samantha’s blouse. My daughter had a white bra cupping her A-cup titties. She hardly needed the support. He pushed up her bra and exposed those ripe, firm mounds. Perfect tits, young and delightful. Her nipples a soft pink. He groaned, cupping her boobs.

“They’re cute, Samantha,” he said.

“Just cute?” she asked, glancing at mine. “Mine aren’t that big.”

“They’re sexy,” he groaned, his fingers kneading them. His thumb massaged across them. Then he ducked his head in and sucked a nipple into his mouth. My daughter gasped. Her eyes widened. Then she whimpered.

He sucked and nibbled on her nub. He swirled his tongue around it. She gasped and shuddered on the couch, her body trembling from the bliss that he created by sucking on her nubs. She had such a big grin on her face. Her eyes were so wide.

He sucked and nibbled on her nipple. His lips hollowed. She shivered as he nursed on her. My pussy clenched as I watched the wicked sight. My own nipples throbbed as my son loved my daughter’s tits. She mewled. Whimpered. Squirmed.

“Kevin!” she gasped. “Oh, Kevin.”

“Mmm, you can check her pussy,” I said. “Cup her twat and feel how she’s coming along. The warmer she gets, the more she’ll want you to touch her down there.”

Samantha just whimpered, her face twisting in delight.

My cunt clenched at how hot this was. My son and daughter making love right beside me melted my twat. Kimmie had taught me all about live porn today, and I was finding this incestuous show to be so hot. I wanted to masturbate with my new wand massager, but I held back, just savoring how wet I was growing.

Kevin’s hand pressed between my daughter’s thigh. Samantha didn’t resist. In fact, the little minx parted her legs as he sucked on her right nipple. Her face twisted, her head shifting from side to side. The pleasure spilled across her face.

Then she groaned. Kevin cupped her pussy.

“Mmm, that’s it,” I purred. “Rub her little muff. When she feels wet and ready enough, then you eat her out.”

“Yes, Mommy,” Kevin groaned. Then he sucked his sister’s other nipple into his mouth.

“Kevin!” gasped Samantha. “Oh, wow. Oh, my gosh. That’s so good.”

I smiled, my thighs squeezed tight. I nuzzled into my daughter’s ear. “Don’t resist. Enjoy yourself. When a man is taking charge of your body, especially if it’s the man you love and have married, then relax into it. The Lord gave us these pleasures so we could revel in the delights our husband gives our bodies.”

“Yes, Mommy!” she moaned.

Then her head turned and she kissed me.

I shuddered, my daughter’s tongue thrusting into my mouth as my son sucked on her nipple. My pussy clenched, the incestuous heat rushing through my body. I squirmed, my clit throbbing and aching. I wanted to masturbate. To be fucked by Kevin.

But this was Samantha’s turn.

Kevin’s mouth popped off her nipple. He panted, breathing with his passion. He sank down and pushed up Samantha’s skirt. His hands caressed her thighs as he leaned his head in. My daughter whimpered into my mouth in anticipation.

Then she squealed.

Her brother showed her what I’d taught him. Such pride welled up inside of me that my son was pleasing his little sister. That he was taking charge of her pussy and eating her out. My body trembled, my breasts swaying together.

Kimmie’s advice was so hot.

I broke the kiss with Samantha. Her brown eyes were so glossy, her pupils dilated so wide. She trembled there, her little titties jiggling. Her nipples gleaned with her brother’s saliva. I smiled down at his head between her thighs.

“How is it?” I asked.

“It’s good,” she moaned. “Not like Daddy, but… But still good. He’s enthusiastic.”

“He’ll get better with practice,” I said, placing my hand on the back of my son’s head. I pushed him tighter into his sister’s muff. “Mmm, just enjoy.”

“I am!” she said. “He’s so sexy.”

“Tell him that,” I purred and then licked her ear. “Let your man know how good he’s making your naughty pussy feel.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she whimpered. “Kevin! Kevin!” Her little titties jiggled. “Oh, Kevin, that feels so good. You’re licking at my pussy. You’re making me feel all naughty down there. Ooh, yes, just like that. My pussy likes that.”

“Good,” Kevin said, sounding so strong and manly. My pussy clenched. “And when I do this?”

My daughter gasped. Her eyes widened. “I like that, Kevin.”

“Big brother,” I whispered. “Call him that.”

“I like that, big brother!” my daughter whimpered. “That feels so good on my clit. Oh, big brother!”

This was so hot. I had to use the wand massager that Kimmie bought for me soon. It was in reach. But I was savoring the wicked buildup as my daughter squirmed beside me. She humped her little muff against her brother’s hungry tongue. Kevin ate his little sister out with hunger.

His hands stroked her slender thighs. Her little toes curled. She squeezed her legs about his head as she whimpered. She squirmed there, her voice echoing through the living room. Her mounting passion had me so wet. So excited for her big orgasm to explode through her.

“Big brother!” she gasped.

“That’s it,” I cooed. “Cum on your big brother’s mouth. It’s okay to be a slut with the man you love. With your daddy or your big brother.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering. “Big brother! You’re making my pussy melt.”

“Mmm, make your little sister cum,” I purred, my fingers sliding through my son’s hair.

“Yes, Mommy,” my good boy groaned.

I shuddered, my pussy on fire. I needed that wand massager, but I kept waiting, watching my daughter’s face twist in rapture. Her head tossed back and forth. She whimpered, her eighteen-year-old flesh building towards her exciting orgasm.

She would have such a huge one. It would be so hot. My pussy itched more and more. My cunt clenched, the heat rushing through my body. I shuddered, my heart beating so fast. My clit throbbed, my bush soaked with my passion. The tangy musks of my pussy and my daughter’s, our scents so similar, filled my nose.

“Big brother!” Samantha howled. “Yes, yes, I’m cumming! Oh, big brother!”

I shuddered, listening to my daughter’s moans of delight. She thrashed on the couch beside me, her brother licking up her incestuous passion. This was such a depraved delight to witness. Her little titties jiggled. Her eyes squeezed shut.

“Big brother! Big brother! I love you!”

“You taste so good, Samantha,” growled Kevin. “Like Mom. Just delicious.”

“Good! Good!” she moaned.

I leaned in as my daughter thrashed through her orgasm and whispered into her ear, “Now beg him to fuck you. Beg for his big dick to fill your pussy.”

“Big brother, I need you in me!” whimpered Samantha. “Your… your dick. I need your dick in my cunny. You made me feel so good. Let me make you feel amazing, big brother.”

“Samantha,” groaned Kevin. He rose up, his chest rising and falling. Then he attacked the fly of his jeans.

I smiled and grabbed my pink wand massager. I spread my legs, throwing my right over the armrest, my bush soaked with juices. I shuddered as Kevin freed his cock. His dick popped out, the shaft nearly the same size as his father.

Samantha’s greedy hands grabbed it. Her legs spread, her right going over mine. She pulled her big brother to her. He cupped her face and kissed her on the lips, his mouth stained with her tangy juices. She pressed his cock into her pussy.

I pressed the wand massager into my own cunt. Turned it on.

“Yes!” I gasped as the buzzing device assaulted my pussy lips. The pleasure surged through me. “Fuck your sister!”

Kevin thrust forward.

Samantha moaned. Her legs wrapped around her big brother’s waist. My son and daughter united in incestuous passion. It was beautiful. I watched in awe, grinding the wand massager into my furred muff.

I had to take a picture.

I reached for my phone, keeping the wand massager rubbing against my pussy lips. My son pumped away at his little sister’s cunt, the pair still kissing. Her arms were around him now, her small breasts rubbing into his chest. He held her, too. The couch groaned.

I snagged my phone and opened the camera app faster than I ever had in my life. I was a mom. I was skilled at getting quick pics to immortalize family events. I aimed it at them, pleasure buzzing against my pussy lips.

CLICK!

My phone’s screen flashed. For a moment, a still image of them appeared then it was saved. I smiled and leaned back into the couch. I watched them making incestuous love as I masturbated with the humming massager.

I shuddered at the wicked sight. They groaned and gasped. Their bodies moved together. My children loved each other. It was so hot. So sexy. They both came from my womb and now they were united in the most taboo and forbidden way.

“Yes,” I groaned, my clit throbbing as the wand massager rubbed against it. My pussy, simmering from watching their foreplay, hurtled towards my orgasm.

My legs trembled. My toes curled. My big tits heaved as I watched them. They were both just so sexy. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side. The wand massager felt amazing on me. That perfect delight just buzzing away at my flesh. I would have such a huge orgasm. Just explode in rapture.

It would be incredible.

I couldn’t wait for the rapture to rush through me. I would have one amazing explosion of ecstasy. The rapture would surge around me. I bit my lip, trembling, so ready to have this explosion of bliss. My children moaned into their kiss. Kevin’s ass flexed as he drilled his cock into his sister’s cunt.

“You two are so beautiful!” I moaned and exploded.

My breasts heaved. They smacked together with their pillowy softness. The ecstasy swept through my body. Waves of rapture washed out of my convulsing cunt. Juices gushed out, bathing the tip of the wand massager.

I kept rubbing it into my cunt, savoring the buzzing delight on my pussy lips as my orgasm flooded through my body. I rode the waves of euphoria. I whimpered and moaned, my body trembling from the bliss.

“You two are gorgeous!” I gasped. “You two make a beautiful couple. Just perfect together.”

They both groaned, still kissing. Then Kevin broke the kiss to gasp, “Samantha! Your pussy!”

“Big brother! I love your cock.” My daughter trembled, her fingernails clawing his back. “You’re going to make me cum again!”

“Yes!” I hissed, a second orgasm bursting inside of me.

My clit throbbed against the wand massager. My pussy lips went numb. The rapture rushed through me again. More pussy cream gushed out to bathe the buzzing tip of the amazing toy. I clutched the handle in both hands, grinding it harder into my cunt.

“Oh, my Lord, yes!” I moaned, my tits heaving. Stars danced before my eyes. My body drank in the rapture.

“Big brother!” groaned Samantha. “I want you to cum in me! I want you to flood my pussy!”

“Yes,” growled my son. “I will. I will flood you, Samantha!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my cunt on fire. My pussy clenched as I watched the wild sight before me. “That’s so hot. Keep fucking her. Keep slamming that dick into her pussy. Ooh, this is so hot.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned my son. He drilled his cock into his sister’s cunt. He fucked her hard. He plowed into her with passion. His balls smacked into her taint.

Heavy with his cum.

“You have to cum in her!” I moaned, another orgasm bursting in me.

I rode that third climax, my moans echoing through the living room. I gasped. Bucked. It was so intense. The massager numbed my pussy lips and clit. The vibration was almost too much. Almost painful. But I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted to keep cumming.

Waves of rapture washed through me as my children humped together. They gasped. Moaned. Kissed. Their bodies moved with passion. I shuddered as Kevin slammed hard into his little sister’s twat. He drilled her cunt.

She squealed in delight.

“Big brother!” she gasped, her body bucking beneath him. “I’m cumming! You made me explode, big brother!”

“Yes!” he growled. “I did. I made you cum hard. Shit, you’re pussy’s sucking at my dick!”

“Cum in me!” my daughter groaned, sounding delirious with rapture. “Flood me!”

“Flood her!” I gasped and exploded.

My pussy climaxed for the fourth time. The ecstasy swept through me. I ripped the wand massager from my pussy lips. It was too much. The rapture slammed into my mind. I drowned in euphoria, stars dancing across my vision.

Kevin grunted. He buried into his sister and didn’t pull back. She gasped in delight. My son flooded his little sister with his incestuous seed. He might be breeding her right now. He might have bred me, too.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “That’s it. Pump your seed into her.”

“Mommy!” he groaned, glancing at me. “I am! I’m flooding her!”

I shuddered in delight. Samantha moaned. My son groaned. It was so hot. We were all cumming. My pleasure hit that peak. I quivered there, floating on rapture. Kevin groaned and collapsed on his whimpering sister.

They lay there, kissing and panting as they came down from their orgasmic high. I smiled at them, wanting to just curl up and nap. I buzzed from all the euphoria of teaching my children how to make love to each other.

“Wow,” Kevin said as he pulled away from his sister. His half-hard cock emerged gleaming in her juices.

“Now,” I said, my mouth watering, “what does a wife do for her husband?”

“Clean off his cock with her mouth,” moaned Samantha. She grabbed her brother’s dick, opened wide, and swallowed his cock. She nursed on his dick just like I would her father’s cock after he finished in me.

I smiled. It was beginning. They would make such a perfect couple.

When Mitch came home from work, he fucked me hard as our son took our daughter beside us. Then the men switched. My daughter and I were in heaven. I was so thrilled that all of this had happened. Our family would be so close thanks to the mind-control device.

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Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

Meatloaf would never be my favorite dish, but my husband loved it. This was his mother’s recipe. I wasn’t the biggest fan of my mother-in-law, but I had to learn his favorite dish and do it even better than her.

Which I had. I was way better at the domestic stuff than that old hag.

I pushed thoughts of my mother-in-law out of my mind as I sat to the right of my husband at the dinner table. June was to his left with Britney beside her. Dusk sat on the other side of me. The two bang-maids were hovering on the edges, making sure we had everything we needed.

I didn’t have to do the dishes tonight. I could do the fun part, the cooking, but not the tedious part. I loved these mind-control devices.

“So Tonya is going to divorce her husband,” I said. “She’s our live-in bang-maid now. She doesn’t need the distraction of marriage.”

My husband gave me a strange look.

“What? She was cheating on him all the time, weren’t you?”

“Not all the time,” Tonya said, “but…”

My husband frowned. “I suppose we can give him a new wife.”

“Someone young,” I suggested. “A reward for putting up with Tonya.”

A smile crossed my husband’s lips. “I have a student named Sally. She’s not the brightest girl. Real sweet, but… She would probably make a better wife and mother than a professional.”

“Then make her happy,” I said.

My husband nodded, smiling.

I glanced over at June and Britney. They were both so cute over there. They were whispering about something. I studied Britney. I was seeing her in a new light. She had been coming to our house since my daughter had met Britney in elementary school. Now she would be coming to our bed.

“So you’re a lesbian, huh?” I asked Britney.

“I am.” She smiled. “Vivian is amazing. I’m so lucky to be her girlfriend.”

“Amazing. But you like it when my husband fucks you.”

Britney blushed and nodded. “It just feels nice when it’s him. I wouldn’t let another guy do that.”

“Of course,” I said, smiling. My husband’s device was so naughty. “I bet you would make a great mother, Britney.”

“Maybe,” she said. “I mean, I’d probably have to adopt.”

“Nonsense. My husband can breed you. After all, you like having his cock in you.”

My husband nodded and then pushed back his plate. “That was delicious, honey.”

“Yes, it was,” I said, my pussy on fire. “June, I bought this new strap-on today. Want to get fucked by your mother? See what it’s like to be a lesbian like your friend?”

“Sure!” June said, smiling at me. She was so adorable with that cherubic face. “That sounds fun. And Daddy can breed you, Britney. Just like he’s going to breed me.”

“Really?” Britney said. “I’m not sure I’m ready to be a mother. I remember thinking it was hot in class, but… Maybe I should wait.”

My husband stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

“You’re not sure?” I asked Britney. “You don’t want my husband’s cum firing into your pussy?” Typing came from the living room. “You don’t want that fertile seed flooding your pussy and finding your egg?”

“I’m only eighteen. I’m too young for…” Britney blinked. “You know, it does sound hot to be bred by your husband, Mrs. Michaels.”

God, I loved my husband’s mind-control device. I dabbed at my lips with my napkin. “Bang-maids, start cleaning up. I think these two minxes need to be taken to bed and enjoy their slumber party.”

“And me?” Dusk asked.

“I bet you have homework to do,” I said. “You get that finished and I’ll have your daddy do something demeaning to you.”

My eldest beamed at me. Then she kissed me on the mouth, and not a brief one. My pussy clenched with the delight of it. A wave of heat washed through me. I wanted to fan my face when she broke the kiss.

Damn, she was a naughty one.

My husband and I ushered Britney and June upstairs. I was so ready for it. So eager to get naked and wild. The moment we were in the bedroom, my husband was on Britney. He was pulling off her cute blouse and exposing her little tits. She was a lesbian, but she was letting my husband touch her.

That made me so hot.

“Your friend is sexy,” I told June as I pulled off her top.

She beamed at me and nodded. “I licked out her pussy full of Daddy’s cum.”

“Lucky you,” I told her and then grabbed both her nipples and pinched them. She giggled in delight as I twisted them.

Dean didn’t kiss Britney. Not like I kissed our daughter. I thrust my tongue into June’s mouth as Dean pressed Britney down on the bed and pulled off her skirt. He threw it to the side then tugged down her panties. I broke the kiss with June to admire Britney’s body.

She was a petite cutie. Just like my daughter and me. I looked young enough to pass for their older sister. Dusk’s age. Especially with my red hair in pigtails. I loved the style. And so did my husband. Of course, he had his mouth on Britney’s pussy, just licking her out.

The lesbian whimpered and moaned as my husband feasted on her twat. He licked at her. He flicked his tongue up and down her folds, doing such naughty and deviant things to her. She gasped and shuddered, her body trembling.

It was such a wicked thing to watch as I stripped off June’s skirt. She wasn’t wearing her panties beneath. I couldn’t help but duck my head down and lap at my eighteen-year-old daughter’s fresh-tasting cunny.

“Mommy!” she giggled. She was shaved bald now, something she’d done this morning. Her smooth cunny lips felt amazing on my mouth. “Ooh, that’s nice.”

“Mmm, it is,” I said and pulled my mouth away. “Now, the strap-on is over on my nightstand. Fetch it and put it on mommy.”

My daughter grinned at me. She whirled around, pigtails flying, and darted to it. Britney kept moaning as my husband feasted on her young, lesbian cunt. The girl shuddered, her freckled face twisting in rapture.

June returned with the fleshy-looking dildo attached to the black vinyl harness. She fumbled with it, staring in awe at the shaft. It was as big as my husband’s cock. Maybe a tad thicker. She frowned and then figured it out. She knelt before me and held it out for me to step in.

“Thank you, honey,” I purred and slipped my legs into the harness.

The naughty minx beamed up at me as she slid the vinyl up my legs. I shuddered at that. She rolled the harness up my thighs. It sent a naughty thrill through me. This wicked delight that would have me bursting with orgasmic delight. She worked the harness over my rump.

“Make sure the dildo rubs on my clit,” I told her as the base slid into my shaved pussy lips.

“Ooh, is that how they make you feel good, too?” she asked. “When I asked, Britney didn’t know. She’s never been fucked by a strap-on. Daddy took her cherry. She and Vivian were trying to get their own toys.”

“Oh, well, I’ll buy them some,” I said, glancing at the girl as she shuddered on the bed.

Was she already cumming on my husband’s mouth? What a slutty little thing. I loved it.

Then I gasped as my daughter pressed the dildo’s base right on my clit. Shivers ran through my body. I groaned as she secured it about my waist, a bright grin on her lips. Then she flung herself back on the bed, lying right by her friend. They took hands. June kissed Britney quickly on the mouth.

Then I mounted the bed while my husband lifted his head, his lips dripping in young cunt cream. I grinned at him as we both moved between our schoolgirl’s thighs, aiming our dicks at their delicious twats.

I held my rubbery cock and brought it to my daughter’s pussy. My little titties jiggled as I leaned over June. She stared up at me with such fervor in her eyes. Beside us, Britney gasped. Dean groaned. My husband slammed into the lesbian’s pussy.

“Mr. Michaels!” squeaked the eighteen-year-old dyke. “Yes, yes, that feels so good in me. I love your cock being in me.”

“And you want me to breed you like last time, don’t you?” he said. “This time, you’ll always want to be bred by me.”

“Yes!” she moaned.

That made my cunt clench.

I pushed my dildo into my daughter’s pussy and thrust into her. She gasped. I sank down on her, our petite bodies coming together. Our small breasts rubbed tight. My nipples kissed her. The pleasure shot through my body. Tingles ran down to my cunt. My ass clenched, the heat rushing through me feeling so wicked.

I kissed her with hunger. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I swirled around in her, loving every moment of our bodies being entwined. My hips pumped away. I drove the dildo in and out of my daughter’s pussy. The base rubbed on my clit with every forward plunge. Sparks flared.

I moaned into our kiss. She whimpered.

Beside us, Dean grunted as he fucked our daughter’s friend. He plowed into Britney’s tight cunt as I enjoyed our daughter’s tight pussy. My clit ached more and more, my orgasm building as I pumped away at my daughter’s snatch.

I enjoyed her.

Loved her.

I savored every moment of thrusting into her. The pleasure shot through me. It was so hot kissing my baby girl and making love to her with my dildo. She shuddered beneath me, her body writhing and undulating. The heat rushed through my body. It was a fantastic delight to experience. A wild passion. I would have such a huge orgasm making love to her. It would be fantastic.

I kissed her with hunger. My tongue danced with hers. The pleasure shot through my body. Her fingernails clawed at my back. She raked me with her passion. She clawed me as I pumped away at her. I made such sweet love to my daughter’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Michaels!” Britney moaned. “You’re going to breed me. You’re going to knock me up! I’m going to have your baby!”

“Yes!” growled my husband, thrusting harder, the bed rocking.

The sounds were so naughty. My pussy heated up faster and faster as I kept kissing my daughter. Her arms and legs held me tight. Our nipples rubbed together. Sparks flared. I thrust harder with my dildo. My clit burst with delight.

My orgasm came closer and closer to drowning me. The sounds of my husband fucking the other girl echoed around us. The passion had me trembling. I would have such a huge orgasm. This mighty burst of pleasure would shower through me. It would be intense. I couldn’t wait for it to explode through me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” groaned Britney. “Breed me! I’m cumming, Mr. Michaels! I’m cumming on your dick! So breed me!”

“Fuck, yes!” growled my husband.

Hearing him cumming in Britney had my daughter bucking. She squealed beneath me and broke the kiss. “Mommy! Mommy! I’m cumming on your dildo! I’m cumming so hard!”

“Yes!” I gasped and slammed into my daughter’s pussy. Her juices gushed out, bathing my cunt.

I joined her.

Rapture rushed through me. I bucked atop my daughter, cumming with her. The pleasure swept through my mind. My thoughts boiled. The ecstasy blazed so hot across my thoughts. It was amazing to feel. I groaned, kissing her hard. Fast. My lips sealed on her as the incestuous, lesbian fires burned through my mind.

They consumed my thoughts. My husband and Britney panted beside us while my daughter squealed into the kiss. I had made her cum. I had enjoyed every moment of pumping away at her young pussy.

I loved my family.

Listening to the two girls both whimper as they came down from their orgasmic delights sent a thrill through me. I glanced over at my panting husband. He had just dumped all that baby-making sperm into Britney’s youthful womb.

“Thank you,” I whispered and then leaned over. I kissed him so hard. I showed him how much I loved the mind-control devices that he created. I loved my husband with all my heart. My daughter squirmed beneath me, feeling so cute and hot.

When I broke the kiss, I moaned, “Is there any way to make your device easier to use? Those hex codes…”

“I’ll have Vivian work on it,” he promised me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean Michaels

My second day running the mind-control device at my college had been great. My students were all so eager to learn and excel at their next tests. Not as much sex today, but that was fine. I did give my daughters some delights.

Vivian came in to report. “It’s coming along great. I’m almost done coding. We should be ready for testing in a day or two.”

“And do you have a solution for how the system tags people?” I thought it was fine, but I could see why others wouldn’t like putting in the six-digit hexadecimal codes for people.

“A user-created database,” she said. “Anyone on the system can give a nickname to the tagged person. It has to be unique, but it will show up in place of the hex number. Of course, admin-level users can modify any of the tags, but no one else can once they’re set.”

“Perfect,” I said. “My wife told me the parts are arriving. We can start getting the server set up and I can build the new devices.”

“Well, the server software is ready. We could test it out today.”

I smiled at her. “How would you like to come over to my house for dinner?”

“Will you breed me like you’re trying to breed my girlfriend?” she asked.

I winked at her. This would be great. I had plans for these new devices. Things would change in my town.

To be continued…

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A girl who goes naked for a week at college discovers a big problem as all the futas see her nude flesh!

Futa Naked In School – The Naked Futa Problem

Chapter One: Randi’s Naked Futa Dilemma

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Randi Bjork Week, Monday

Everyone was staring at me. Groping me.

I trembled as I moved through the halls, resisting the urges to cover my naked tits. I was selected for the Program. Me. I knew the odds. Two girls a week, and only a fifty-fifty chance they’d select a junior as one of them made me hope I’d get through this year and next without getting selected.

But I was.

“Wow, I did not realize how big your tits are, Randi,” said Caridad Vasquez, a Hispanic futa from my fourth-period class. She had a big smile on her face as she cupped my tits, squeezing and massaging them. Her fingers dug into my flesh. “Nice.”

“Th-thanks,” I stammered, my tongue so heavy. I was so embarrassed at how turned on I was.

When my name was called by President McTaggart before the entire student body of Rogers College, my cheeks had blazed red. I couldn’t believe it. Before I knew it, I was naked and all the futas in college were around me, groping me.

Well, not all of them. My friend, Stacie, had winked at me while she hung out with her girlfriend, the swim coach.

But the rest seemed to have found me.

They stroked my pussy. My ass. They rolled my nipples between their fingers. Every bit of me was stroked. They took it to the line, no penetrating any of my holes without getting my permission. No sucking on my nipples or even licking my pussy.

They just left me horny. I almost came. Me!

“Yeah, these are great,” Caridad said, letting my tits go.

“Yes, they are,” said Lizaveta. The Russian futa snapped a photo with her camera. “That will look great in the yearbook.”

“Year…” I started to say then I groaned, my ears burning and I rushed down the halls.

A freshman futa, thirsty for every girl stripped naked, came up. Her name was Teal Constable, and she had such a wicked grin as she grabbed my rump, squeezing me as she pressed up beside me. “I wish I had you in one of my classes, Randi. I would give you such relief.”

Another futa snorted. “With that little pencil dick you got?”

Shelena Lowell, the college’s star quarterback, stood nearby, a grin on her ebony face. She licked her plump lips, her hardon tenting the front of her jeans. Her large breasts stretched out a belly shirt. “Mmm, Randi. Do you get randy, Randi?”

I rolled my eyes, wishing I could send out a scathing retort. I was the debate team captain. I was usually so good at it. Instead, my tongue felt like lead in my mouth. I groaned and scurried around Shelena, racing to my class.

I gasped as Shelena grabbed my ass, giving me a nice squeeze. “I can take care of that wet, juicy pussy. Just say the word. You know you want it. Ask for relief, and you can ride my cock.”

So many insults popped into my head and I couldn’t bring herself to snap any of them. I just wanted to melt into a puddle. Everyone was looking at me, futas and girls both. The infamous Adile, the Turkish lesbian, licked her lips as I passed her. I felt Denice Jenning’s eyes on me as I hurried past. She’d gone lesbian mostly since winning homecoming queen and claiming her rival as a sex slave.

“Hey, there you are,” a familiar voice said.

I groaned in relief to see Annalee Blake rush up to me. My friend and fellow debate club member had a naughty gleam in her hazel eyes. She had short, brown hair framing her cute face, her glasses adding to her innocent look. Though the smile on her lips was anything but naughty.

“You look turned on,” she said, pressing up beside me, shielding me at least on one side from gropes.

“I…” I swallowed. “It’s just…” I lowered my voice. “Everyone is looking at me.” I was so relieved to say a whole sentence, even if it was a whisper to my best friend.

“Isn’t that the point?” Annalee asked. “I mean, everyone looked at me when I did it. It was a blast. I really figured things out.”

“You were gangbanged by the futas on the volleyball team,” I groaned.

“Mmm, every girl should have a train run on her at least once.” She glanced at me. “Even a virgin like you.”

My pussy clenched. I had never lied to Annalee all my life until the day I lost my virginity.

“Why this week?” I whimpered, keeping my voice low. “I’m going to have to go against Puyallup in the debate tournament on Saturday naked.”

“Maybe you’ll tongue-tie your opponent with those big tits of yours.” Annalee reached out and, to my shock, pinched both my nipples. I gasped as the wicked sensation shot through them. “Mmm, they are nice. Did you know I sucked on Denice’s and Umeko’s during my week? I went back and forth.”

“I didn’t,” I said, blushing as she released them. “I didn’t know you were bi.”

“Isn’t every girl a little bi?” she asked, shrugging. “Except maybe Lola. Do you think her and her purity club are exempt? Not a single member has been chosen. I think this entire thing is rigged. Xochitl was talking about it.”

“Who?” I asked.

“The Latina girl chosen two weeks ago. The one who fucked her futa-sister during Romea and Juliet. They’re dating now, you know. Both chosen the same week. Just like Krysten and Charisma were chosen together and the Marlowe sisters.”

I frowned. “Stacie got chosen right before her big swim meet.”

“Then she went and broke the rules,” my friend said as we rounded the corner.

“Randi!” a futa I didn’t know said and smacked my rump.

I rubbed my ass and kept walking, shaking my head. I groaned when I saw a nerdy Hispanic futa approaching. She was a freshman named Paloma who was in the AV club with Lizaveta and Candice. Though I heard they were producing pornos with some of the girls in the Program. She saw my tits and blushed. She looked away and kept going. I guess there were a few futas that weren’t pervs.

“Here we are,” Annalee said. “And you didn’t cum once. Are you going to ask for relief?”

“In Ms. Rowbottom’s class?” I gasped, my nervousness increasing. “I couldn’t.”

Why was I scared to go in here? There was one person in this class who’d seen me naked. Who knew my body better than anyone. My stomach felt like churning muck as Annalee thrust open the door and beckoned me in.

I didn’t have a choice. I felt these invisible strings dragging me forward. I swallowed as everyone’s heads turned to stare at me, including Ms. Rowbottom. She stood at the front of the classroom, a Black futa with coffee-brown skin, her hair falling in a dark weave about her lush face. My cheeks burned brighter as her eyes flicked over my busty body, a smile growing on her plump lips.

“Do you need relief?” a futa named Leann Winthrop, the student council vice president, asked before I took a step.

I shook my head, my tongue twisting into a pretzel in my mouth. I hurried to my seat and set down. Beside me, Ayame Yamashita, on the swim team with Stacie, glanced at my swaying breasts and nodded. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo.

“Are you sure you do not want relief?” Ms. Rowbottom asked, her eyes on me.

“Yeah, you sure?” April Gore asked in this knowing way. “I’d be more than honored to take care of you, Randi.”

I shook my head again, wanting to melt. Only I was melting. My pussy was molten. I had never been this horny in my life. I could feel a puddle of my juices forming on the chair beneath me, making my rump sticky. I leaned over my desk as I fumbled to get out my English textbook, my blonde hair swaying about my face.

“Okay,” said Ms. Rowbottom, “I’m glad we’re not having to waste the first ten minutes of class with Miss Bjork’s passion, though I’m sure more than a few of you are disappointed.”

The futas groaned. Even my friend, Annalee sighed. She sat on my right. I gave her a dirty look. She grinned back at me.

Then I glanced up to Ms. Rowbottom. Her eyes met mine. A soft smile spread on her lips. I felt suddenly safe. My cheeks warmed as I stared at my secret lover. Since last year, we’d been having our affair.

I lied to Stacie Ward when she came to me for help a few weeks ago. Our debate club had never once studied the problem of the college’s rules that forbade professors and other staff members from enjoying students whether they were in the Program or not. The rule existed to keep any abuses of power even though we were all adults, even if barely. A professor or other staff member could touch a or even have sex with a student in the Program, but only to aid in her lesson. It was a weird loophole, but it made our relationship forbidden.

Then Stacie Ward had used my arguments about love and how the Program was all about figuring out your desires to win her case to be the swim coach’s futa-lover. Luckily for my friend, Ms. Rowbottom was on the deciding panel and had a vested reason to see it overturned. We’d already filled out the paperwork, letting President McTaggart know we were a couple.

We just weren’t telling the student body. I didn’t know how to tell Annalee that I’d been lying to her for nearly a year.

“Well, let’s get started on the Bard’s next great tale. A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” Ms. Rowbottom looked around the room. “Miss Tinker, why don’t you read the opening of Act 1, Scene 1.”

Priscilla Tinker, president of the student council, stood up and began reading it. We were all following along. Ms. Rowbottom paused to lecture on certain passages, drawing our attention to Shakespeare’s use of language to create poetry. It was stirring and fascinating. I was starting to relax as the futas began paying attention to the lesson, everyone taking notes.

You did not want to be underprepared for one of Ms. Rowbottom’s tests. Even me.

She would call on different students to read passages as the hour went by. She moved around the room, nodding as some stumbled over the difficult words. There was some laughter. It was a comedy, a more lighthearted affair than the play the college currently had running.

“Okay, Ms. Bjork, if you could read the start of Act 1, Scene 3.”

My heart nearly stopped beating.

I blushed as I rose. My body shook. My breasts swayed before me. Everyone stared at me. My cheeks went flaming scarlet. The heat burned down my neck. My textbook swayed before me. I tried to focus on the words of the play printed in stark black and whites.

“Tit… Titan…,” I said, stumbling over the words. I couldn’t make them form right. I tried again. “Tit-tania sleeps. Ent… Enter the… the clowns Bot… Bottom, Qu… I… I…” I shook my head.

Everyone was staring at my naked body. I clutched the book to my breasts, standing there, staring imploringly at Ms. Rowbottom. She furrowed her brow and then she waved me to sit down, calling on Annalee to finish.

I wanted to melt away because my pussy was on fire. There was this heat burning through me. It rippled through my nethers. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. My juices flooded out of me. I was so turned on by being so embarrassed.

This was messed up.

I hunched lower, feeling like everyone was still looking at me as Annalee read my passage with ease. This couldn’t be happening. I was a communicator. I was capable of speed-talking, getting out all my debate points as fast as possible to maximize my time during a competition.

I didn’t get flustered. I didn’t get tongue-tied.

I didn’t go naked.

“Okay, that’s enough for today,” said Ms. Rowbottom. “I want you to read the rest of the play and…” She arched her eyebrow at the audible groan. “It’s not that long. Just unplug your XBox for an hour. A hundred years ago, they made you all learn Latin, so be thankful I’m just making you learn a play. I’ll see you tomorrow. Ms. Bjork, a minute.”

I nodded my head.

Ms. Rowbottom drifted to me as the students filed out. We had a short window of privacy before the next class arrived. I trembled as she stood over me. I rose, my large breasts swaying. When the door closed and we were alone, the tension melted out of me.

“I’m a mess,” I gasped, throwing my arms around Keisha’s neck. I clung to my sexy, older futa-lover. I buried my face into the nape of her neck, breathing in the spice of her perfume. I felt her round breasts through her blouse pressing into mine.

“I saw that,” she said, stroking me. “What happened to my bold girl?”

“Everyone’s staring at her tits.” I tightened my arms around her neck. “I wish we had time to make love. I’m so horny.”

“After classes,” Keisha said, rocking me. She turned her head. “After classes, I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”

I kissed her. My lips melted against hers. I clung to my professor, my heart beating so fast. I didn’t care that she had a decade on me or that I was only twenty. I knew I loved her. I felt that certainty pounding in my heart as I clung to her.

I shuddered as her hand slid down my back. I groaned into the kiss, feeling her groping me. She squeezed both my asscheeks tight, pulling me against her. I felt the bulge of her cock. A shiver ran through my pussy.

A deep ache only she could satisfy.

I broke the kiss and swallowed. “Thank you. I needed that. I just need to relax.”

“Well, you can talk to me,” she said. “That’s an improvement.”

“What am I going to do?” I asked, feeling the tick of the clock. Students were talking outside. At any moment, someone could walk in and catch us. I broke away from her. “I’m so embarrassed, I’m melting into a puddle of pussy juices. I need relief. I need to cum.”

“Masturbate,” she said.

“Oh, goddess, in front of all these people.” My ears burned.

“Afraid they’ll see your pleasure, or that you’ll enjoy it?”

Her words made me shiver. “I don’t know. I have to go. My next class is on the other side of the campus.”

“If you need relief, I won’t be mad,” she said. “Just relax. You’re not the first girl to go through this. Your friend did, and she’s fine.”

“I’m not Annalee. She’s a lot braver than me.”

Keisha arched an eyebrow. “Than the girl who won the debate by arguing the pro-fossil fuel side of the debate. You didn’t even believe in it, and yet you destroyed Bethel’s best debater.”

My cheeks warmed as a pleased flush shot through me.

“Don’t sell yourself short. You’ll make it through this.”

“But what about Saturday?” I asked. “It’s still part of the week. I’ll have to be naked, or I’ll be in trouble.”

“Let me think about it and—”

The door opened and Guanting Chan, president of the AV club, poked in and froze at the sight of me.

“I’ll think about the problem, Ms. Bjork. But you better hurry to your next class. And relax, okay?”

“I… I’ll…” I blushed, my tongue lead again. Then I whirled around and hurried out of the classroom. I stepped into the hall and almost barreled into Ji-Min Song. She squeaked and jumped out of the way.

I survived my next two classes. Barely. They were tortured. Every futa wanted to help me with relief. Shelena grinned at me just like she promised, rubbing her crotch. In the halls, it was a gauntlet of nipple tweaks, ass gropes, and pussy caresses.

Futas were licking my cream off their fingers. It was spilling down my thighs while I grew more and more embarrassed. I held my bookbag to my chest, hugging it like a talisman as I struggled to survive.

I was so out of sorts. I was bewildered and lost. I couldn’t think. And I certainly couldn’t talk. When Ms. Tyrell called on me to answer a question in my creative writing class, I just stammered until it sounded like I was a squeaking chipmunk.

“Well, good thing you have big tits,” Ms. Tyrell said, shaking her head, “because if that’s the best sentence you can string together, I fear for your academic future.”

I wanted to screech out how unfair this was. Why this week? It was the end of the debate season. Next week, I could be tongue-tied to the universe’s content. But, no, not this week. Not when we were up against our rivals, Puyallup.

“Hey, Randi, pose with me?” asked Dina Marlowe. She slid up to, her phone at the end of a selfie stick. She slipped her arm around me, her hand right on my ass. “Smile!”

I did, grinning for the camera while my naked boob rubbed into hers, separated by her baby doll t-shirt

“Thanks!”

I nodded, unable to speak. I felt the warmth of her hand on my rump as I continued on to the cafeteria. Juices trickled down my thighs, a hot flood. Moans echoed ahead, the gasp of a girl getting fucked. I blinked at the sight of Tanisha Reed plowing Krysten while her futa-sister, Charisma, knelt and watched. The three were in some sort of bizarre BDSM thing since Tanisha won MVP. The naked futa’s dark tits heaved.

She was one of the futas chosen for the Program with me.

She was having fun at least.

“Hey, sexy,” Teal Constable said, sliding up and grabbing my tits. “Want to see if I can fuck you harder than Tanisha?”

I shook my head, ears burning. I knew she couldn’t. I wanted to say it. To mock her for being so desperate to fuck every futa who came along even as my pussy ached for it. For a big, hard cock to fuck me.

Keisha’s cock…

I reached the cafeteria, trembling. I spotted Annalee. She grinned and waved me to a table. She had two lunch trays there. I sighed in relief. She’d gotten my food already. I came up to her and gave her a big hug.

“Kiss!” Teal shouted from behind.

I broke away, my body shuddering. I was so out of sorts. I trembled, shivering at how wanton I was. I had never been so horny in my life. If I saw Keisha, I’d mount her right now. I wouldn’t care about the rules.

“How are you doing?” Annalee asked as we settled down, the plastic bench cool beneath my rump.

“Horny,” I whispered.

“No relief?”

I shook my head as I grabbed my fork. There was spaghetti on my plate. The meat sauce smelled half decent for once.

“Not even masturbation?” she asked. “Not even a quick jill in the bathroom, out of sight.”

“Have to use futas’ bathroom.”

“Fair enough,” she said, shuddering. “That was the part I hated.”

She gave me a look as we ate. As we finished up, she said, “You are about to melt. You really need something, Randi. You’re going to explode. You are so turned on by everyone looking at you, aren’t you?”

I nodded, pushing my tray to the side. “I don’t know why.”

“Maybe you’re an exhibitionist?”

I shook my head. “I’ve never wanted to… I mean… I’m so embarrassed to be seen.”

Her eyes widened. “There’s a kind of masochist that gets off on being shamed. Forced nudity, being insulted, stuff like that.”

“Oh, goddess,” I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I felt eyes watching us. Teal was hovering nearby. Other futas, too.

“Yeah, see, this is what is so cool about the Program,” said Annalee. “You get to learn things about yourself. Things you didn’t know. Your kinks. Your true desires. This is a week of pure, sexual freedom. I think we’re finding one of yours.”

“Don’t tell me I like this?” I said, squirming on the bench. I looked around at all the people staring at me. Teal was nearby, her eyes burning with her lust for my flesh. “This is embarrassing.”

Annalee shoved her hand between my thighs. I gasped as she rubbed at my pussy folds. I groaned as the pleasure rippled through me. Her touch was light and delicate, so different from the way the horny futas had touched me all day. They were rougher, uncaring.

Annalee was my friend. She didn’t want to hurt me, but…

“Please stop,” I groaned, wanting to snap my thighs shut around her hand as she stroked and petted my pussy lips.

“Wow, you are soaked,” she said, her fingers sliding up and down my slit. She nudged my clit.

Sparks burst.

Her hazel eyes were wide behind her glasses as she touched me. Her digit stroked my clit in fast circles. I whimpered, biting my lip. My head swept across my shoulders. My large breasts jiggled as my friend diddled me.

“Look at that,” a futa or girl whispered behind me. It was hard to tell.

“Nice, going to see some lezzie action.”

“Girls playing with girls always makes me so hard and wet.”

“I know.”

“Ooh, look at them. I knew they were friends. You think they’re more?”

“Definitely.”

“How does that make you feel?” Annalee whispered. She leaned into me.

“I… I…” My tongue didn’t want to work. All these futas watching my friend touching me. I wanted to melt into the floor. To just vanish. “Ann…Anna…”

She grinned at me. “That’s what I thought. You’re getting off on the humiliation. On being forced to sit there and get touched. Ooh, yes, you are. Don’t deny it.”

Was I?

It felt incredible. My body drank in her fingers’ caresses. Only Keisha had ever touched me like this. I whimpered, my cheeks burning. I had a futa-lover. I shouldn’t be letting Annalee do this, but I couldn’t stop her.

Her touch felt incredible.

I bit my lip, my heart hammering in my chest. My hair danced from side to side as the pleasure rippled through me. My body loved it. It felt incredible, and all the people watching only made this more shameful.

Which made her touch feel electric. Was I some sort of freak?

“Wow, look at you,” said Natisha Mason, a friend of mine. She was a cute, Black girl. A junior like me. She sat down across from me. “Is Annalee diddling you.”

“She gets off on public humiliation,” said Annalee.

I groaned in embarrassment, my pussy clenching.

“See.” Annalee grinned at Natisha. “Her pussy is soaking my fingers. It’s wild.”

“Damn,” said Natisha. “That is wild. Being in the Program must be pure sexual heaven for you.”

“It’s… it’s…” I smacked my hand on the table. I was coming closer and closer to an orgasm. This couldn’t be happening. My best friend was about to make me cum right here in the middle of the cafeteria.

“I could diddle you, Randi!” Teal offered. “Or I could use my cock. I bet that would feel better.”

“What do you say?” asked Annalee. “Want to feel a cock in you?”

“I… I…” I trembled, my hands gripping the side of the table.

“Yeah, you do,” Annalee purred and licked my ear.

I turned my head to stare at her. To my shock, she kissed me. It was against the rules. She didn’t ask for permission, but I didn’t want to stop her. All these people were witnessing my first kiss with a girl. They were seeing how naughty I was being.

I came.

I squealed into Annalee’s mouth. Her tongue darted in as her fingers caressed my clit. Juices gushed out of me as my cunt spasmed. The pleasure I’d been denied all morning swept through me. This hot rush of pleasure surging through me.

“She just came!”

“Damn!”

“Randi, I’m in love!” Teal called.

“You fall in love with every girl in the Program. Right, Rosario?”

A girl giggled. “Mmm, you’re right.”

“Shut up, Samantha!” Teal groaned. “Not all of us have a cute girlfriend.”

Their words danced through my mind. I trembled on the bench, my pussy convulsing harder and harder. The pleasure danced through my thoughts. Natisha watched me with flushed features across the table.

“Damn,” she said, licking her lips. Her brown eyes were wide. “You are spasming hard.”

“I know!” I moaned, breaking the kiss with Annalee. “Oh, damn. Oh, that’s great! I’m cumming!”

The words spilled out of me with ease as my mind drowned in the rapture. My tits heaved before me. The thoughts burned across my mind. I shuddered, lost to this naughty pleasure. Annalee ducked her had down. She sucked on my nipple.

I groaned as she nursed on me. Her tongue danced around my nub and stroked my areola. The pleasure rippled through me. My pussy clenched and convulsed. The pleasure kept surging through my body. Stars danced before my eyes.

“Randi, you’re so hot!” Teal groaned.

“Wow, she is really cumming!”

“I am!” I howled, embarrassed lust surging through me. I wanted to melt away. Everyone was witnessing my orgasm. My friend sucking on my nipple.

My pleasure hit this peak of rapture, this mighty surge of bliss that held me aloft. I floated there for a wondrous moment before my orgasm died. I leaned over the table, panting, my tits heaving as my friend’s lips popped off my nipple.

I felt dizzy from the bliss. From the strength of my orgasm. I just came before everyone. I wanted to vanish. I wanted to slip beneath the table, curl into a ball, and never come out. My body buzzed from the intensity of my orgasm.

“Was that the best orgasm you ever had in your life?” Annalee whispered in my ear.

I nodded my head. Not even my futa-lover had ever given me such rapture. Guilt rippled through me, shame that I had let someone else make me cum. I trembled, my pussy aching for more. The humiliation fed my lusts.

I was just what Annalee claimed I was. A masochist wanting to be embarrassed.

“Good,” she said and stood up. To my shock, Annalee pulled off her t-shirt, exposing round breasts encased in a sea-green bra with white lace around the edges. She reached behind her and undid it, her tits spilling out.

“W-what…” I tried to speak more, but this tremble raced through me.

“We’re going to sixty-nine,” she said. “Right now.”

I wanted to say no, to tell her I wouldn’t, but I couldn’t speak. I could only watch as the futas around us cheered. Natisha gasped, her eyes wide. Then she began clearing space, moving our lunch trays out of the way.

Annalee thrust down her jeans, exposing a matching pair of panties, a little heart cut out over her pubic mound to show off her brown bush. The dark strands spilled through the opening, adding a splash of excitement. I licked my lips as she shoved it down.

Could I eat Annalee’s pussy? I’d eaten Keisha’s, of course. I loved her pussy, but Annalee was a girl. She didn’t have a clit-dick, just a clit. No huge cock thrust out of her. I shuddered, my head swimming. This couldn’t be happening. I whimpered.

“Eat her out!” Teal shouted.

“This is going on Facebook!” another futa shouted, her phone out and aimed at us.

“Ooh, this is hot,” a Freshman girl named Ginny said. She stood by a blonde futa with glasses. “Record this for the A/V club, Candice.”

The futa nodded, pulling out her phone and filming it while Ginny, a slender redhead, shoved her hand beneath Candice’s skirt. The redhead’s hand slid up and found the futa’s bulge. Ginny grinned as she jerked off Candice. The pair watched us, their eyes bright.

“Okay,” said Annalee. She slipped onto the table, her round breasts jiggling. She leaned down on her back, stretching out on a gray surface. This wasn’t against rules. Students could have sex so long as they didn’t disrupt classes. And this was our lunch break. There were special rooms where you could hook up, or you could just have sex in the halls, in empty classrooms, the bathroom, or right here in the cafeteria.

The only place off limits was Lola Lovell’s Purity Club’s meeting room. They all ate lunch there so they wouldn’t witness our debauchery.

I wanted to be there right now, but then no one would see me. I couldn’t help myself as Annalee looked at me and said, “Get on me right now and start eating my pussy.”

All those eyes watching me made me so excited. My wicked body couldn’t resist. I couldn’t protest. I couldn’t speak. I was really going to cheat on my futa-lover now. I mean, it was with a girl. Keisha would understand.

I would explain it to her and…

“Now!”

Annalee’s command made me shudder. I stared at her brown-furred muff getting damper by the moment. I licked my lips and then mounted the tables. Everyone was watching me. Xochitl and her futa-sister appeared, both naked and caressing each other. Why were they naked? They weren’t in the Program this week.

“This so hot,” Teal groaned. “Won’t any girl jerk me off?”

“Nope,” Ginny said. “I have my futa-girlfriend to take care of.”

“Pass,” Natisha said.

“I have a futa-girlfriend,” another girl said.

“Rather stroke you off,” a husky girl purred. “Mmm, but while I’m stroking Samantha, she can stroke you off.”

“What do you say?” a futa with brown hair said to Teal. That must be Samantha. She looked at Teal. “Rosario takes care of me, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Not into futas like you are,” Teal muttered.

“But it’s so hot watching my futa with another,” moaned Rosario, stroking Samantha’s cock fast.

I shuddered as I straddled my friend’s face. Her hands grabbed my thighs and pulled me down. She moaned, “I learned I like girls’ pussies as much as futas, Randi. I’ve been aching to eat yours. Thank you.”

I just whimpered and then gasped as my blonde-furred muff pressed into her face. It wasn’t my first time having my twat eaten—Keisha was amazing at eating pussy—but it was my first time in public with all those eyes.

My cheeks burned.

I buried my face between her thighs. Suddenly, it was like there was this privacy as I stared at her pussy. I was partially shielded by her legs. I groaned, breathing in her tart musk. It was different from my tangy snatch and Keisha’s spicy cunt.

Her tongue licked and lapped at my pussy. I shuddered, my lips drifting lower and lower. I pressed my face into her twat. I nuzzled into her ticklish bush then felt the hot contact of her pussy folds against my lips.

I groaned. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was about to eat my friend out. I shuddered atop her, rubbing my hips back and forth. My heart pounded in my chest. She lapped at my cunt as I took my first lick.

I tasted a girl’s pussy.

Her tart juices coated my tongue. She moaned into my snatch. I shuddered, my large breasts rubbing into her belly. Delight tingled from my nipples. I whimpered into her cunt as she licked and lapped at mine.

“This is so hot,” Ginny moaned. “Ooh, I want to watch your film while you fuck me tonight.”

“Yes,” Candice moaned. “Goddess, I love you.”

“Samantha!” Rosario moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, work those fingers in and out of my asshole.”

Asshole? That was kinky.

My friend purred into my pussy. Her fingers slid over my rump and down to my taint. She found my labia, caressing me. Then I gasped as she jammed two digits into my depths while her tongue licked and lapped at my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. Her fingers filled me.

But just for a moment.

I whimpered into her twat as she pulled them out. I groaned as, a moment later, she rammed them into my asshole. She worked them in and out of me. My head wiggled from side to side as her pussy-lubed fingers stretched and stretched my asshole opened.

I couldn’t believe she would do this. I whimpered into her twat. It was such a different feeling. Her fingers were sliding into the depths of my asshole. Her tongue fluttered through my folds while I moaned into hers.

“Annalee!” I gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, finger my asshole!”

Her thighs squeezed about my face.

“Lick my pussy and finger my asshole. I want to cum again!”

She pumped her fingers in and out of my asshole while her tongue danced around my clit. I explored her little bud. It was so different from a futa’s cunt. No thick dick thrust from here. Her folds were tight. I played with her clit, pleasure surging through me, building another orgasm while the cafeteria watched.

Her fingers pulled out of my asshole, leaving me feeling empty. I groaned as she shoved them back into my cunt. I wiggled on her face, grinding on her as she pressed them deeper into my twat, sinking them to her knuckles.

Her digits marinated in my snatch for a few moments before she ripped out and buried them back into my asshole again. She shoved them deep, making me groan and shudder. I wiggled on her, grinding my clit into her hungry lips. I nuzzled it her bush, lapping up her tart juices. Her pubic hair tickled my face as the pleasure rippled through me.

“Oh, yes, yes, I love it up the ass!” I moaned. It was the truth. My bowels clenched around her digits. “Oh, Annalee, finger my asshole.”

She sucked hard on my clit, the pleasure growing and growing.

“This is so hot!” Teal groaned.

“Damn,” Samantha panted. “Can I?”

“Yes,” her girlfriend moaned. “My asshole’s loose enough.”

“This is getting hot,” Ginny moaned.

“Ooh, wow,” Natisha whimpered. “I can’t resist. I’m going to masturbate!”

“I can fuck you,” Teal panted.

“Nope!”

Annalee ripped her fingers out of my bowels and moaned, “One of you watching futas, get your dick in her ass. I got her lubed up.”

Her thighs pinned my head to her pussy. I could moan out my objection. I could say no, but she was forcing me. She took control, and that made me want to obey. Her hands gripped my butt-cheeks, prying them apart. She had my asshole lubed.

The humiliation of this moment surged through me.

I thrust my tongue deep into Annalee’s pussy. I swirled my tongue around in her, moaning into her twat. I was such a bad girl. A naughty slut. I was letting a random futa fuck my asshole. I had a futa-girlfriend. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I was just such a depraved freak.

I had no idea before that day.

My pussy melted as Annalee licked at it. Then I felt the table shift. Someone mounted it. clothing rustled. A dick pressed between my butt-cheeks. It wasn’t Keisha’s. It wasn’t as thick as my Black futa-lover.

“Fuck her!” howled Annalee, in charge of my sexuality at this moment.

“Yes!” grunted Teal Constable. “Goddess, yes!”

The freshman slammed her futa-dick into my asshole. I groaned at the feel of her dick sliding into my pussy-lubed bowels. I whimpered into my friend’s twat. This was so wrong. I was such a disgusting futa.

I came.

My asshole rippled around Teal’s cock while my juices gushed into Annalee’s mouth. She lapped them up. Her tongue fluttered through my folds, feasting on me while I bucked on the table. Humiliated pleasure spilled through me.

“Sorry, Keisha!” I moaned. “I’m such a slut! I can’t help myself. It feels so good. Her girl-dick is fucking my asshole!”

“Her bowels are rippling around me!” moaned Teal. “I made her cum.”

“That was me,” Annalee purred.

Her tongue darted through my folds. She licked and lapped at me, teasing me. My juices gushed out of me into her mouth as my orgasm rippled through me over and over. I moaned into her twat. I feasted on her as the pleasure drowned my mind. Shame burned in my thoughts, enhancing the bliss rippling out of my pussy and cock-stuffed asshole.

Teal drew back my cock as Annalee feasted on my pussy. The freshman futa groaned like she was in heaven. Pretty close to the mark. She was in my naughty, convulsing asshole. I moaned, feasting with hunger on my friend’s pussy.

Teal slammed into my bowels, rocking me on my friend. My breasts rubbed into her stomach, nipples drinking in the feel of Annalee’s silky skin. I whimpered, my asshole clenching down on the futa’s thrusting cock. She pumped it in and out of me, driving me wild.

“Oh, my goddess!” I gasped over and over into Annalee’s pussy. My orgasm rippled through me over and over. Fueled by the humiliation. The shame. “I’m sorry, Keisha! Oh, my goddess, yes!”

“Ooh, fuck me hard!” moaned Rosario. “Pound me, Samantha!”

“I’m fucking you harder than Teal is fucking Randi!” Samantha groaned.

“Yes!”

“Ooh, damn, Randi!” moaned Teal. “Your asshole… This is incredible. You’re rippling about me! Oh, my goddess!”

“Cum in me!” I begged. That would be so shameful. So humiliating.

My pussy convulsed harder. Another orgasm burst through me.

Annalee moaned as she lapped up the juices gushing out of me. My tongue darted through her folds, feasting on her twat, licking up all the delight flooding out of her. I groaned and whimpered, my hips dancing from side to side, rubbing my pussy on her hungry lips. My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure surged through my body. I bucked and moaned.

It was incredible. I lapped up her tart juices, her silky bush rubbing on my folds. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure surged through me. My asshole throbbed and ached. This amazing delight rippled through my body.

My bowels squeezed around Teal’s. I shuddered, the delight surging through me. More and more pleasure melted my mind with shame. I drank it in, gasping and panting into Annalee’s pussy. I shuddered on the table.

“Oh, yes, yes, your asshole!” moaned Teal. She slammed her cock into me. She rammed so hard into my bowels. “I’m going to explode.”

“Do it!” hissed my friend. “Mmm, cum in her, you naughty futa!”

“I want it!” I moaned.

“Don’t get stage fright, Teal!” Samantha called.

“Not like my futa-girlfriend and her big dick!” moaned Rosario.

“Not as big as mine!” Ginny whimpered. “Oh, I have to taste your cum, honey.”

“Ginny!” squealed Candice.

“Fuck that ass!” Natisha moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, ram into her. She’s gasping so loud.”

“She keeps cumming on my girl-dick,” Teal moaned.

“Yes!” I howled. “Now cum in me!”

Teal thrust harder. The freshman futa hammered my asshole hard and fast. She drove her girl-dick deep into my bowels. I groaned, my asshole rippling around her. I squirmed atop my friend. My nipples caressed her stomach.

They throbbed, adding delight that fueled the spasming in my pussy.

Annalee thrust her tongue into my writhing twat, swirling around, teasing me. I bucked atop her, moaning into her pussy. I wanted her to cum, too. I wanted her gasping and moaning, her pussy cream flooding out of her.

I sucked on her clit. My lips latched around her little bud. It was almost like sucking on a futa’s nipple, but it was so small and soaked in her tart juices. My tongue played with it as my bowels rippled around Teal’s cock. Pleasure surged through me. Wave after drowning wave.

“Cum in her!” Annalee panted. “Do it, you freshman futa-bitch!”

“You finally got some!” shouted Stacie. My friend was watching.

My pussy came harder. My asshole spasmed around that thrusting cock. Teal groaned.

“Ginny!” squealed Candice. “Oh, yes, yes, I love you! You’re the best!”

Teal slammed into my asshole. She erupted. Her hot cum spurted into my bowels. I gasped, squealing around my friend’s clit. I sucked on her bud as spurt after thick spurt of jizz fired into my bowels.

Another futa came in me.

My orgasm exploded me to new heights of rapture.

“Oh, my goddess, Samantha! Your cock!” Rosario gasped. “Yes, yes, ram that big girl in me! Cum!”

“You’re the best, girlfriend!” Samantha moaned. “Goddess, yes!”

My mind melted. I was lost to the pleasure, my asshole milking Teal’s dick. My friend lapped up my juices. She trembled beneath me. Her flexing stomach massaged my heavy breasts. My nipples. Then she squealed.

Tart juices gushed out of her twat. Annalee bathed my face. I lapped up her cream as stars danced before my vision. Teal fired the last load of cum into me as I reveled in my friend’s climax. My orgasms peaked in me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” howled Natisha, cumming on her own fingers.

I hung there at the pinnacle of my naughty rapture. I shuddered, lapping at my friend’s twat, her body shuddering beneath me. Teal panted, her dick softening in my asshole. Futas and girls moaned around me.

It was incredible.

I shuddered, my pleasure dying. Teal ripped her girl-dick out of my asshole, panting in utter delight. She gave my rump a smack with her futa-cock as her jizz bubbled out of my asshole. Annalee purred into my twat, her juices dripping off my chin.

“That was amazing,” my friend moaned, her round tits brushing my stomach. “I really needed that.”

The shame burned through me. I couldn’t believe how loud I shouted there at the end. I rolled off my friend, the cum leaking out of me. Students were breaking apart. Ginny hopped to her feet, cum on her lips. She pressed up against her blonde futa-girlfriend. I’d heard that nerd, Candice, had the biggest girl-cock on campus.

Shelena disagreed.

Samantha and Rosario were panting, clutching to each other in post-coital bliss. Natisha sucked her dark fingers clean of her own juices. Xochitl and Isidora were writhing on another table, lost to their incestuous passion. I blinked, seeing Denice nearby with Umeko feasting on her twat while the Hayward twins jerked their futa-cocks off onto the Japanese girl’s naked back and ass.

Denice and Umeko were weird. But I guess they’d found what they liked and I…

Keisha was watching. “Ms. Rowbottom!” I gasped, my asshole full of another futa’s cum. My tongue went to lead as I spluttered. “I… I…”

“Come with me, Ms. Bjork,” she said.

To be continued…

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Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” is transforming her life into that of a slut.

Chapter 20
A WEEK LATER

Claire woke up naked. She slept this way now, and usually with the sheets thrown back and the bedroom door open. It was part of her requirement for the Titcage V grade, which she was expecting to graduate to today. She knew it let her father see her when he walked past – and see Steph too, for that matter. But he’d never commented yet.

Steph was naked as well, and just waking up. Claire remembered her current rules, and immediately lowered her gaze from her sister’s face to her cunt. She was to stare at a slut’s cunt if exposed, or her tits otherwise. Looking at her sister’s cunt always made Claire wet now. She knew it was horrible and wrong but she couldn’t help it. She guessed it was to do with her work or her training tapes.

The tape was running now, telling Claire she was a slut, and her clit ring was still buzzing in time to it. Her twat was soaking wet and so Claire’s first thoughts on waking up were of sex. She lowered her hand to her pussy and started to rub.

At first she’d been reluctant to masturbate in front of her sister but Steph had insisted that she do it. Claire was required by her rules to masturbate twice a day now and she didn’t always get a chance at work. Better that Claire do it where Steph could watch out for her dad than somewhere where she’d get lost in her sluttiness and not see who was watching.

As Steph woke up, she leaned across and kissed Claire on the lips. This was new in the last few days too but Claire didn’t dare object. Steph was keeping her slutty Titcage secrets, and being really nice about it. Steph had just started kissing her, and Claire had let her. The past three mornings Steph and Claire had explored each other’s mouths with their tongues while Claire masturbated herself to orgasm. They only broke lip contact so that Claire could periodically bring her hands to her mouth and suck the cunt juices off them – another requirement of her V grade. Claire worried it would make her mouth taste like cunt, but Steph seemed to enjoy the taste when she resumed the kiss. And so Claire soon came while sucking on her sister’s tongue.

She showered and dressed and put on her Titcage dog collar. She then presented for her father to check on her. He lifted her skirt to see her panties, and then pulled them down to check her twat for wetness. It was indeed wet – as it always seemed to be these days. He made her lick her cunt juices from his fingers, and then made her spread her legs for ten sharp slaps to her pussy as punishment. She left the house with her cunt burning with pain and soaking wet.

At work she removed her panties for Michael, and received her new V grade Titcage ID. “Good work, Fucktwat,” said Michael. “Next stop is U grade.”

She looked over the criteria for U grade:

U Grade
Presentation:
– Does not own clothes that are not intended to provoke a sexual reaction.
– Someone other than herself touches her bare tits for non-professional reasons at least three times a week, and her twat at least twice.
– Spends at least an hour a week outdoors with her tits and/or twat exposed.
Attitude & Obedience:
– Encourages her male relatives, housemates, sexual partners and employer to physically discipline her if her work or behaviour is unsatisfactory.
Routine:
– Workmates uniformly call her by her Titcage name and this is the only way she introduces herself at work.
Toileting:
– Tastes her piss when pissing.
– Pisses outdoors at least three times a week.
– All urinations involve a secondary degradation.
Masturbation:
– At least half her masturbations bring her to the brink of orgasm without giving her release.
– At least five times a week she looks at porn of sluts being abused while masturbating.
Treatment of Sluts:
– Keeps at least one piece of porn of a slut being abused on her bedroom wall, one at her workplace, and one in her wallet.
– Regularly uses her Titcage rank to abuse or degrade another slut.
Treatment of Men:
– At least once a fortnight a male who has never seen her nude before sees her tits or twat.
– Has brought a male to orgasm.

The list was worrying but at this point she was resigned to the degradations of Titcage. She started to plan how to reach the next grade, while Michael got out her replacement ‘panties’ for the day.

He’d gotten bored of getting her to put on panties for only a couple of minutes a day last week. Now he helped her fulfil her mother’s requirement to wear panties by redefining ‘panties’ to mean some kind of accessory in her cunt region. He liked to give her things to stuff up her pussy for the day or hang from her clitoris ring.

Today it was a slice of cake. Apparently it was Michael’s birthday. He watched as Claire pushed the soft, doughy cake up her pussy, mashing it into a spongey, cunty mess.

‘All the girls have some of this in them today,’ said Michael. ‘At lunch we’ll all collect in the break room and you can dig it out of your twat and eat it to celebrate.’

Claire started crying then. It was so disgusting having cake in her pussy, and the thought of scooping it out and eating it in front of everyone was terrible. Michael comforted her by hugging her, which was nice at first, but then less nice when he reached down between her legs and started tugging painfully on her clitoris ring. ‘There there,’ he cooed. ‘Shut up, slut.’ And he kissed her gently on the hair and pulled at her clit.

Claire walked out to her desk with the cake mashing back and forth in her pussy. She had to keep reaching down to push it back inside her and stop it falling out. Once she reached her chair, she reached down and linked her clit ring to the ring on the chair, effectively chaining her cunt to the workstation.

Claire’s current project was part of a taskforce called “Slut Development”, aimed at helping girls in the wider community realise their sluttiness. Claire would take photos of girls being slutty and mail them out to the girls depicted. Sometimes the photos were real, culled from Facebook or other sources. Sometimes they were fake, with the girl’s face photoshopped onto the body of a naked whore. It didn’t seem to matter. Along with the photos, Claire would write a note to the girl. Her first note for the day read:

“Dear slut,
Please find enclosed a picture of you drunk and spilling beer on your fat, naked udders. You look very rapeable. Please find time today to strip naked and photograph yourself playing with your pussy. Email the picture to [email protected]. If we have not received your picture by the end of the day we will publish this photo to the internet, associated with your name and address, and ensure it tops Google searches for your name. A copy will also be mailed to your relatives and close friends.
Thank you for being the kind of whore that allows us to do this.”
In the afternoon, Claire would collate some of the responses to these letters. She had been told the letters and the email address couldn’t be traced back to Titcage in any way.

Claire’s pussy ring buzzed. It was linked to her electronic diary. It was supposed to vibrate her pussy to remind her of meetings and suchlike, but Claire’s colleagues liked to send her fake meetings such as “Think about what a slut you are” just to make her clit buzz. Sluthole in particular took a particular delight in making Claire’s twat tingle all day long. This particular meeting turned out to be, “Come to the toilet so I can piss on you,” from Sluthole.

No matter how high Claire climbed in the grades, Sluthole always seemed to stay ahead of her. The cute little blonde was now a T-grade, having finished telling the last of her male acquaintances that she fantasised about being raped. Claire obediently reported to the toilet, where a naked Sluthole stripped off Claire’s clothes, and then rubbed her cunt against Claire’s leg while pissing and kissing Claire on the mouth. Claire orgasmed, as she found herself doing from the least sexual contact these days. When Sluthole was done she ordered Claire to open her mouth, and when Claire did she spat in it, and then laughed.

Claire finished her own pissing, rubbing her clit as she did so for a second orgasm. She took care to catch some of her piss in her cupped hand and then lick it off her palm, to comply with her aspirations to U grade. It tasted gross but masturbating at the same time as tasting it made it less disgusting. Claire found that the endorphins released by masturbation made a lot of the horrible things in her working life less worrying. She knew some of the piss had trickled down her cunt and had probably soaked into the cake in her twat.

At lunch the staff gathered in the break room, and the men watched eagerly as one by one the girls dug the mashed-up cake out of their cunts and ate it, while everyone sang “Happy Birthday”. This was the first time Claire had publicly showed her twat to the office and it felt horrible. She cried as she at her cake. It tasted like piss and cunt and she felt sick.

Afterwards she stayed alone in the break room, crying. Jim came up to her and cuddled her for a bit. She could feel his hard cock through his pants, pressing against her groin. After a while, he slowly but insistently pushed her down onto her knees, then took out his cock and slipped it into her mouth.

Claire suckled on it gratefully, still sniffling a little. It felt good to be wanted, and good to make people happy, and anyway it felt right to have a cock in her mouth. It felt normal somehow, even though she’d never directly sucked on a cock despite all the times that Jim had ejaculated onto her face and into her mouth.

Jim came quickly, and Clare swallowed the sperm. Then Jim pulled out his cock, wiped it clean on her cheek, and helped her stand up. ‘Thank you,’ Claire kept repeating as she hugged him. She was an emotional mess and she just felt so grateful that Jim was there. ‘Thank you.’

In the afternoon Michael came out and introduced a new treat for the office girls. They were called ‘Slut Sticks’, and they were about the size and shape of an icypole – or about the size and shape of a cock, Claire couldn’t help thinking. They were a confection of white hard candy shaped around a stick, and were designed for girls to suck on. The candy was made mostly of hardened pig semen and sugar, with a lacing of aphrodisiac drugs. The candies had a liquid centre, which would randomly be sperm, piss, cunt juices, or breast milk. Michael finished up saying he expected to see every girl suck their way through a Slut Stick every day.

Obediently Claire went and got a Slut Stick with the other girls, and put the tip in her mouth to suck on. It actually didn’t taste that bad. It tasted a bit like the cordial, and a lot like Jim’s cum, and that was a taste Claire liked – or at least a taste that her headphones told her she liked. She clipped her cunt ring back to her seat, and then suckled thoughtfully on the pig cum candy while she finished her work for the day.

Her afternoon work was collating responses to the blackmail emails. Her inbox was filled with photos of crying, humiliated sluts rubbing their pussies in amateur self-taken photographs, along with accompanying emails begging Claire not to publish the photos. As per her instructions, she replied to each thanking the slut for the photo, and requiring yet another photo, even more degrading, to ensure the girl’s sluttiness stayed secret. In some Claire asked for the girl to stuff things up her cunt; in others, she asked to see the slut pissing, or with clothespegs on her nipples, or fingering her anus. As she sat here ruining these girls’ lives, with the taste of pig cum in her mouth, she knew she should feel terrible, but she just felt aroused and horny.

She felt so horny that on the way home she decided to get some of her new U grade requirements started. She walked home, and detoured into a public park, where she found a quiet corner and stripped naked. She knew this park, and knew that almost no one ever came here, so she felt reasonably safe.

Standing upright, she began to piss, feeling her urine spurt from her pussy and run down her legs. As she pissed, she masturbated, pulling at her clit ring and stuffing her fingers up her fucktunnel. She caught the last few drops of piss in her cupped hands, and brought them to her lips to lick up.

Then she lay down on the ground, oblivious to the fact she was lying in dirt soaked with her own pee, and fingered her pussy to the verge of orgasm. She thought about Slutkitten’s cunt, and her sister’s cunt, and the taste of her sister’s mouth, and the taste of her own cunt juices and urine, and having Jim’s cock in her mouth and the taste of his sperm. Soon she felt herself about to cum, so she reluctantly pulled her hand away from her twat, knowing that half her masturbations now needed to be teases, and put her clothes back on.

She figured she had been nude for about twenty minutes. If she did this three times a week she’d meet her new outdoor nudity quota easily, and in her super-horny edge-of-orgasm state she was positively eager to spend so much time naked outdoors. It felt slutty and good.

She thought through her other U-grade obligations. She would need to throw out her non-slutty clothes. The thought of only owning whore’s clothes made her feel scared and sad but she could always buy more normal clothes again when she stopped working at Titcage.

Slutkitten could be the one to touch her tits and twat the necessary number of times a week, or Steph could in a pinch, so that was easy. Her “male relatives, housemates, sexual partners, or employer” already physically disciplined her. Or did they? Did Slutkitten count as a sexual partner? Did Steph? Did Jim? Did Sluthole? She might need to talk to them to make sure.

All her pissing now was required to involve a “secondary degradation”. Michael had explained to her that meant doing something to make her pissing sluttier, and just tasting it didn’t count. She could piss in her clothes, piss in public, piss on food or drink she was about to eat, piss in another slut’s mouth, or – and this last was definitely the easiest – masturbate when pissing. Claire figured it wouldn’t be too hard to just finger her pussy every time she urinated.

She was going to need pictures of sluts being abused to look at while masturbating, and keep one in her wallet, one at work, and one on her bedroom wall. She figured she could easily find images like that at work, but she was worried about the “bedroom wall” requirement. No way would her dad let her do that. And it was Steph’s room too. She would have to think about that one.

She was required to use her Titcage rank to abuse or degrade another slut. Claire didn’t want to do that. First of all, she didn’t even know if anyone at the office was lower rank than her at the moment. Secondly, she didn’t know if she could hurt another girl. What would count? Could she maybe just squeeze another girl’s boobs whether she wanted them squeezed or not? Or would she have to act like Sluthole and practically rape another girl in the toilets? She would ask Michael, maybe, for advice.

And lastly were the requirements about men. She guessed she had brought Jim to orgasm only today, so that requirement was filled. But having a new boy see her tits or twat every fortnight? That was scary.

At home, her father checked her panties and her cunt as normal. When he found her dripping wet, he made her taste her juices, and then spanked her twat viciously. Claire, already on the edge from masturbating on the way home, orgasmed loudly and embarassingly from the spanking, and then ran away, blushing, to her room.

(To be continued…)

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I have to apologize for the typo’s and no spacing. My stories are gone over and spaced and paragraphs appropriately done, however, when you post to this site, it screws with the formating, and add’s characters where you have apostrophe’s etc… so ….it’s not my writing!

When the event finally ended I went to my hotel room, slid the key in the door, and much to my surprise I found Leslie, sitting on the bed. I thought about it, and I wasn’t sure how she had snuck out of the computer event without me noticing she wasn’t there. She sat on my bed in a baby blue corset pulled tightly snuggling around her little perky tits. The tops of her breast spilled over the top of the corset. On her very sexy long legs was a pair of thigh highs, which fastened with garter belts to her corset. She wore spiked white heels and sat on my bed swinging her legs that were crossed at the knee. I walked over to her and she smiled. I knew that smile, she had some type of plans for me tonight, and my interested was perked. She led me by the hand into the bathroom; the bathroom had a huge sunken garden tub. She had at least 25 candles around the tub, and bubbles mounded up spilling onto the marble floor. Soft music played in the bathroom. She smiled at me, and walked back out of the room leaving me to a bubble bath.

I stripped off my business suit, pinned up my hair and had just sunk up to my neck into the bubbles, when I heard the door open. I opened my eyes that I had just closed to unwind, and in walked my beautiful lady in blue. She walked in carrying to glass of wine she sat mine down on the tub and never said a word. I got the same toothy smile, and she walked back out. I soaked in the tub until my little toes were pruned up and my fingers as well. I pulled the plug on the tub and stepped out wrapping a towel around me body. I went to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror; I let my hair down, and wondered what I was going to slip on. I certainly hadn’t brought anything sexy to wear for a nerdy computer conference. I let my long hair down and brushed it out. I left my towel in place, put on lotion and walked to the bedroom.

Laying on the bed in all her fabulous baby blue lay this woman who made me wet just to look at her. I ached to just touch her. I walked to the bed, “stop,” she said. I did as she said stopping at the end of the bed. “Drop the towel baby,” she whispered. I didn’t hesitate, I had a good body, 5’5, 125 pounds nothing to be ashamed of, and I had no kids and was pretty athletic even still. I dropped the towel and stood naked before the Goddess that I was lucky enough to fuck again tonight. She motioned for me to sit on the bottom of the bed. I sat and crossed my legs, she wagged her finger at me…”don’t cross those legs missy,” she said. I uncrossed them. “I want you to sit with your legs up spread apart and bent up at the knees. I did as she said I spread my legs and bent them. I could feel the lips of my pussy open up slightly, and I felt the cool air in the room rush across my hard little clit.

She reached between my legs after lying down on the bed on her flat little stomach. The outfit she had on, had a little thong like apparatus attached to which rode up her ass just a little, but what I noticed was she had a nice little butt plug shoved into her asshole. I got wet when I realized it, it was inevitable, and I knew I was going to get excited quickly because she was so damn sexy. She moved closer between my legs. I felt her fingers brush against the hair around my pussy, she ran her fingers through it, and then slowly she traced a finger down my lips, on each side she ran her fingers. The she moved inside ever so slightly, I was not allowed to moves, I stayed very still, as I felt her fingers move into my inner lips and run just around my wet dripping tight pussy hole. Her fingers moved slowly around the outside dipping just to the first knuckle and back out. What I wanted was her to ram her entire hand into my pussy and fuck me so hard that I couldn’t stand it anymore. But she sure wasn’t going to do that. She was going to torture me, so that I came over and over tonight. She moved a finger onto my clit, her other hand rested just above it parting my lips. He smooth soft fingers wiggled, and pulled at my clit, and squeezed occasionally, until I could feel the little thing getting plump, when I felt her breath on my cunt. Her lips wrapped around my wet hard little clit and began to suck. She held my clit just between her teeth as her tongue flicked it. I pulled in a sharp deep breath and let out a moan, as I she sucked and bit at my clitoris. I came, I didn’t ask permission, and I did nothing but trembled, and shook and put my hands on her head to ram it into my hot dripping mound.

She pulled her face out of my pussy and smiled at me, I had enough, so I flipped her over, and moved down to kiss her pussy drenched face. I could taste my sweet juice on her lips and taste it on her tongue. I pulled at the restraints of her sexy nightie, I couldn’t stand it, and I needed her tits in my mouth. I pulled one free, and began to suck her pink little ripe nipples. She shuddered as I bit and pulled at her had nipple. I could feel it shrinking and getting harder with each bite. She moaned, and said fuck my pussy baby. I kissed her mouth once more, and then her neck and her tits, undressing her as I went until I reached between her legs. I pulled the nightie off over her long legs, and flipped off her heels. I left her thigh highs on her legs they were so smooth and sexy. She spread her legs far apart, her pussy lips were small and plump and as she pulled her legs apart her clit and inner lips were exposed. I loved the way she looked; she had a sweet little pussy that glistened with all her wetness. I pulled at her outer lips and I ran my tongue over her clit, she came, it shot out of her pussy in a creamy white thick stream. Sticking my tongue into her cunt, I lapped at it until she was all cleaned up and ready again. She moaned loudly as I stuck my fingers into her. I started with one, and she begged for more, I gave her another, one and then yet a third, she wanted me to fuck her hard; she banged her pussy into my hand. Finally, I obliged her and began to bang her little box with strength that rocked her on the bed. She came all over my hand. I pulled out, and got up off the bed.

She raised herself up on one elbow while she caught her breath. I went over to the sink in the hotel room, and got into the ice bucket. I took the plastic cup and filled it full of ice. Walking back to the bed, she laid herself back down. I took the first cube of ice, and ran it over her hardening nipples, they shriveled up and became very hard, I knew they were hurting it was then I took one in my mouth and bit it. She screamed loudly as she pulled my hair shoving my head down to suck her entire tit. I shoved as much in mouth as I could. When she had stopped the orgasm I started on the other tit, same thing, ice, making the titty hard as a rock and then biting down on her cold hard nipple. She screamed again and her thighs shook. The ice and I moved down between her legs, I took a piece and held it in my hand to melt it, so I could drip the freezing water on her clit. She moaned, I took another piece and shoved it straight into her tight little brown puckered ass hole. She moaned loudly again, so I took another piece and shoved it into her asshole. Water from the first piece had started to drip from her tight ass. She breathed in sharply, as I shoved two more pieces of ice into her cunt and began to lick at her clit. Her pussy came on my tongue, water shot from her tight little asshole all over the bed, she moaned loudly and grabbed at her tits as the orgasm racked through her body. I lay down beside her and watched her as she started to calm down, her breathing quieted down.

She turned to face me on the bed, her hand went to my face and she touched my lips, she leaned in and kissed me running her wet tongue across my bottom lip as she bit at it playfully. She was happily satisfied, because she lay her face across my big tits, and fell asleep in my arms for a few hours before she woke again, to fuck me once more. The ice though became fair game for use on me the next round. She was a vision in blue that night as she fucked me with a wine bottle that we had delivered to the room. She promptly ordered it and the moment the waiter was out the door, she poured into the sink, and walked over and put the bottle first in my pussy then in my ass. I came hard and a lot, as she licked the wine droplets off my cunt, and out of my asshole. We had a few more nights to enjoy one another before the computer conference was over, and those are other stories, for another time.

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With Labor Day coming up, my 16 year old daughter, Rita, asked me if she could have her friends Courtney and Judi over for a long weekend “Goodbye to Summer” slumber party. Since I knew her friends, and was sympathetic to what the end of summer holidays meant from a teens point of view, I was happy to agree. Since my daughter has a queen sized bed, she assured me that at least 2 of them could sleep in the bed, if not all 3, then she would set up a sleeping bag, and if need be, they could take turns being the one to use the sleeping bag.
My daughter and her friends are teammates on the high school cheerleader squad. With the routines they do, they are all in excellent shape, athletic and toned, but not over muscled bodybuilder types. They may be well toned, but they are still very much 16 year old teen females. Rita and Courtney have been friends since they were 6, and with their blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair features, they have been mistaken for sisters.
Judi has been friends with them since they were 10, and she is a cute redhead with a light spray of freckles across her face, neck and shoulders. Courtney and Rita are both 5’7″ tall, Courtney weighs 115, and Rita is 120 pounds. Judi is an inch shorter, at 5’6″ and weighs 110 pounds.
Late Friday afternoon, the girls arrived, and they were very excited to be having a 3 night slumber party. Feeling a bit festive myself, I ordered pizzas and we had pizza for dinner and ice cream for dessert.
At 10 PM, I felt myself drifting, it had been a long, tiring day at work, and I said goodnight to the girls, and headed off to bed. I was asleep withing 5 minutes of my head touching my pillow.
I came awake, it was 1 AM. I was very thirsty, and went off to the bathroom for a glass of water. My bedroom was down at the far end of the upstairs hall, and the bathroom was right next to my daughter’s bedroom.
I noticed the door to my daughter’s bedroom was slightly ajar, and I heard low murmuring voices in her room.
I suddenly heard my daughter’s voice, in a low sexy growl, say, “Have you been a bad girl?”
I heard a giggle, then Courtney’s voice whisper, “Yes, I’ve been very bad!”
My daughter whispered back, “In that case, you know what needs to be done, assume the position!”
I heard the creaking of bed springs, a pause, then I heard a whap, followed by a moan, whether of pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell. I had to see what was going on!
I cautiously pushed opened the door a little further, and peeked in. The overhead light was turned down to a very low setting, dimly lighting up the room, and did I get an eyeful! Only 5 feet away from me, Courtney and Judi were on their hands and knees, completely naked, right at the end of my daughter’s queen sized bed, their tight young asses raised high! My daughter Rita, almost naked save for a pair of very skimpy, tight black panties, was standing at the foot of the bed, right next to Courtney’s upraised ass, with a wooden yardstick in her hand!
I heard Courtney’s voice whisper, “Spank me again”.
I watched in amazement as my daughter drew back the yardstick, and whacked it against Courtney’s ass! She gave a yelp, followed by what sounded like a sigh of pleasure!
I heard Courtney whisper for another, and the whap of the yardstick smacking against her ass again! This time she let out a definite moan of pleasure, and with Courtney urging her on, my daughter was happy to administer two more whaps, bringing more moans of pleasure, tanning Courtney’s young teen ass with the strokes of the yardstick, making them glow red!
With a grin, she moved over to Judi’s upraised ass, and whispered, “Another bad girl, are you ready to receive what you deserve?”
Judi’s whispered “Yes, spank my ass!”
My daughter drew back her arm, and whapped the yardstick against Judi’s ass! She let out a yelp of pain at the sting, but she immediately asked for another! My daughter whapped her ass again, this time she let out a grunt, and again she asked for it! The third stroke brought what sounded like a squeal of pleasure!
Judi grunted, “Oh fuck, yes, spank my ass again!”
My daughter was happy to do so, her yardstick smacking against Judi’s tight teen ass, tanning her ass with five firm strokes!
Courtney got off the bed, and took the yardstick from Rita. Courtney pulled down Rita’s panties, and Rita stepped out of them. Courtney pulled on the panties, the cling of the back of the panties pressed against her fiery red ass. Rita took her place on the bed, ass raised up high and ready.
“OK Rita, you’ve done bad things, and I’m going to give you what you deserve! Count out each stroke that you receive!” Courtney growled.
Courtney drew her arm back and delivered a healthy smack across Rita’s ass! Rita’s let out a yelp of pain, and counted out one.
“Spank my ass Courtney”, Rita whispered, “Tan my white ass!”
Courtney drew back, and delivered another healthy hard whap across Rita’s ass cheeks! My daughter grunted with pleasure this time, and counted out two. Courtney spanked her three more times, my daughter counting out each stroke, and I could see her ass bearing the red marks of the yardstick!
Then Courtney went to Judi, told her what a bad girl she was, and with Judi counting out the strokes and urging her on, she spanked Judi’s tight, upraised ass with 5 hard whaps, bringing squeals of pleasure from her! Judi had taken 10 hard spanks, and her ass was really red.
Judi got up, and took the yardstick from Courtney. Judi pulled down the panties, and she put them on while Courtney again took her place on the bed, her ass upthrust and ready for more!
“Spank my ass Judi!” my daughter growled, “Whip my ass hard!”
Judi wound up, and whammed the yardstick hard against Rita’s ass!
Rita cried, “Oh fuck yes, like that! Spank me hard, just like that!”
Judi drew her arm back, and let my daughter have it! She whapped the yardstick hard against her ass, bringing more bright red marks to Rita’s ass! With my daughter urging her on, she tanned her ass with 4 very hard strokes, making my daughter’s ass glow fiery red! I imagined what the sting felt like of being spanked, and my pussy was soaking! Watching my daughter and her friends spank each other was making me VERY horny!
Courtney was next, and Judi paddled her ass hard 5 times, making all their tight teen asses fiery red, and stinging!
Judi then tossed the yardstick aside, pulled off her panties, and joined Rita and Courtney on the bed.
They rolled over onto the stomachs, pushing their asses up slightly, I could see all of them reach down to their pussies!
“Fuck, getting spanked made me so fucking hot!” Courtney growled. “Let’s see who can cum first!”
I saw all three of them shove fingers up their tight clefts, and fingers stroking at twitching clits. Soon all three were masturbating furiously!
My cunt was aching, my clit twitching wildly! I was just about to shove my fingers deep inside me, when I saw Courtney’s body shaking and shuddering wildly!
“Oh my God, I’m cumming!”, she squealed, “Yes, oh fuck I’m cumming, Yes, yes, YES!”
Her body shook wildly in the throes of her orgasm. That set off Rita, she howled as her pussy exploded, followed quickly by Judi’s cry of ecstasy, as her tight teen cunt dissolved in a wash of hot juices!
They lay sprawled and sated, three very sexy teen bodies, recovering from their climaxes. I quickly and quietly closed the door, and all but ran back to my room. Piratically tearing my night shirt off, I quickly dug out my double headed dildo, 18 inches long, and ready! It had been a gift from a lovely lesbian I’d had a loving 2 year relationship with many years ago, just after college, and I really needed to be filled up! My cunt was an absolutely soaked, eagerly awaiting the stuffing it would soon feel! I positioned that thick head against me, and pushed! I grunted with pleasure as I was penetrated, the hard dildo stretching the tight walls of my cunt apart, inch by inch! I got 12 inches up my cunt, pulling back and sliding it back in! I was soon ramming my dildo in and out, fucking myself silly, seeing in my mind’s eye the sexy spectacle of my daughter spanking and being spanked by her friends, and I had to bite my lip, to keep from screaming with pleasure, when my orgasm exploded like a bomb inside me!

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The Demons are stepping up their plans and Selene recollects a sexy chapter of her past.

Sorry for any typos. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

The day was warm and sunny as usual, with the sun retaining its power and prestige even as rush over was brought through its daily birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in volume and effort as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backs of their limousines, tired from a long day of treasure hunting.
No one paid any attention to the silent man shuffling into the crowd with a bottle in his hand. What people didn’t see was the rag sticking out of the nozzle. The man stepped up to the picket line set up by police, gazing at the cars passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man’s soul growled as it saw the perfect target.
Holding up the bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the people around the possessed man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the crowd. Just as the realization of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the back of his limo, the fat balding man was trying to light the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the empty nickel-plated Zippo refused to give off more than a few sparks.
Giving up on being able to light his cigar, he closed the Zippo, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a blanket of liquid flames across the surface of the car. The window had held back the explosion, but the man’s death was not necessary. The street was already erupting into pure pandemonium as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating people at random.

A possessed wealthy businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an erratic facial twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human body. With his suitcase in hand, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to calm her down. Clutched tightly in her hand was the bill for his lunch. No tip had been left behind, only a note saying that servants should learn to bring food faster.
It was a small move, one that really cause any damage. But already, pictures of the note were being spread across the Internet and igniting massive infernos of anger and resentment. Similar notes were being left across the city as the hatred grew like thorny vines.

The damp night was filled with the sound of spray paint as possessed men and women scrawled huge messages on public surfaces in crimson. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a blood splatter. The messages were things like ‘GOD HATES FAGS’, ‘PRAISE ALLAH’, ‘THE BIBLE IS OUR CONSTITUTION’, ‘IT’S THE WHITE HOUSE, NOT THE NIGGER HOUSE’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.

Outrage boiled in the city with the rising sun as people would walk to their cars and find that their tires had been slashed and the sides had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper sticker had been the target of this vandalism, both democrats and republicans. As people struggled to get to work, the vast cascade of offensive messages that had been spread across New York were in the process of being washed away by desperate street cleaners, trying to erase them before the hatred spread.

Selene came to a stop in the hallway of her office, having caught the sound of a fearful conversation in the break room. With her hand on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two women talked in hushed voices by the fridge.
“It’s absolutely horrible, I throw up every time I imagine it,” one woman in her early fifties tearfully said, wiping her eyes with a tissue.
“And it just happened today?!” her friend exclaimed with her hand on her chest as if she couldn’t breathe.
“I just heard it now on the radio. Police were called over the sounds of screaming coming from the daycare center, and when they arrived, half of the children were dead and the other half were missing!”
Selene’s blood felt like cold mercury in her veins.
“Blood covered the walls and almost all of the children showed they had been raped before they were killed! The police are tearing the city apart to find the children that were taken! I can’t even imagine what they’ve been forced to endure, those poor kids!”

A candlelight vigil was held in every religious building throughout the city, as well as in front of City Hall, with people praying for the safety of the taken children and mourning their horrible deaths. And that was just the city, the situation was already getting international attention. Completely unaware of the forces at work, the people prayed while the Demons and Gargoyles worked.

Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough strength to crumple it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disemboweled corpses of the kidnapped children. Already a large puddle of blood was forming in the empty parking lot from the butchered bodies. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieks of terror, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.
“Angel Art: Ultimate Penitence!”
Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two large wooden crosses on the Gargoyle’s backs, each more than twice as large as the Gargoyle’s body. The Hell-spawn beasts were instantly slammed into the ground with enough force to shatter the pavement, and even though the giant crosses were only laying on them like fallen trees, they could not lift so much as a finger, as the gravity acting on their bodies had been multiplied to the point where their unholy bones were about to snap.
“Fight against it all you want, but you cannot overcome the weight of your sins,” Baltoh said coldly as he raised his sword.

The mayor of New York, Michael Bloomberg, sat at his desk with bloodshot eyes. It was almost midnight and he was trying to figure out what was going on in his city. Everything seemed to be falling apart and he didn’t know why. It had all started with that black geyser that shot up into the sky. Still not a single picture or video of it could be found, which was as mysterious as the geyser itself.
A knock on the door drew his attention and one of his aides stepped in, trying to help sort the mess out. “Mr. Mayor, you’re going to want to come see this.”
Gabriel followed the young man outside, where several employees of the City Hall that were working through the night, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police officers, were standing around a van-sized pile of sheets of fabric, sitting in the street right in front of the building.
“What is it?” the mayor asked, stepping outside.
Once of the police officers picked one of the sheets and held it to the light of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a good look at it. “It’s an American flag…”
“My god, they’re all American flags,” another officer said, shining his flashlight on the pile.
Standing on the steps of City Hall, completely undetectable by the humans, Abaddon gave a deep laugh as he held out his hand. With a snap of his fingers, the entire pile was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump back out of fear, watching as the flags burned.

One by one, the pillars of human civility were being knocked over, slowly causing the entire foundation of society to collapse.

Selene was lying in bed, enjoying the feeling of the late-morning sunlight on her half-naked body and the chance to sleep in. Her cat was curled up next to her, but without warning, it bolted up and jumped onto her back, refusing to lay or sit down.
“Ugh… Jake…” she groaned as the cat’s tiny paws pressed down on her like jabbing fingers.
A shadow shifted across her face, causing her to open her eyes and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended outside and his tail curling and swishing behind him. “Good morning,” he said with no expression.
“Baltoh,” she said softly as she sat up, prompting her cat to dash to the foot of the bed with wide eyes, neither hissing nor purring.
“I wanted to check in on you. I haven’t been so preoccupied with my hunt that I haven’t noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to make sure you weren’t in danger or anything.”
Even without any emotion in his voice, Selene blushed at his worry. “You’re right, it’s like the people of this city instantly turned into rabid animals,” she said as she stood up out of bed.
Selene was wearing nothing but a black thong and a matching bra that was struggling to hold in her full breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her naked body, Baltoh could feel a very strong sense of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet voluptuous figure. As usual, the strength of these feelings of attraction welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a near 90º angle to pull a pair of jeans out of the lower drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel hybrid a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted rear.
Baltoh’s breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thighs and her full yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian stripper to shame and could bounce a quarter across the room. Her black lace thong was nestled between the two cheeks like a length of wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the hybrid’s eyes travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade skin, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her feet into a pair of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jeans with the waistband being dragged tightly against the back of her legs, the way a clay sculptor would drag a string across her creation in progress to make it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the back of her thighs with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his lips and keep his composure as his rushing blood began to enlarge his cock.
“You aren’t very modest, are you?” he finally asked as she brought up her jeans all the way and buttoned him.
Selene was momentarily flooded with embarrassment, but quickly brushed it aside. With a tank top in hand, she turned back to him. “Well you’ve already seen me naked, so there is no reason to be discrete,” she defended while raising her arms to slip on the top.
Baltoh instantly felt his cock stir as her breasts seemed to expand with the parallel elevation of her arms. “So has your doctor, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching.”
The white tank top came down over her breasts, restoring his self-control. Selene swung her head from side to side, straightening out her long hair. “Happy?” she asked with a wry smile.
Baltoh did not reply. With a small giggle, she turned and walked to the doorway. “Come on in before someone calls the police about a man with a tail and four wings watching people from their fire escape.”
While it wasn’t a smile, Baltoh’s expression lightened and he stepped into the room, first retracting his wings back into his body and wrapping his long tail around his waist. As he stepped through the doorway of her bedroom, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.
“What?” he asked, noticing her gaze.
“I’m just making sure that your halo doesn’t burn down my apartment.”
“Don’t worry, the halo is mostly just a symbolic illusion of my Archangel status. If I want it to, I can make it interact with the world around me, but otherwise, it’s basically made solely of light, see?”
He raised his hand and moved it back and forth through the ring of fire, not disturbing the flames in the slightest.
“So tell me, do you have any memories of the people that you once were? You seem to understand cultural references just fine,” she asked while setting up the coffee maker.
Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the walls and shelves. “I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in Hell crumble to dust, they’ve already undergone so much torture that they’ve been driven insane and don’t even know who they are. Most of the memories I get are of people’s patterns in their daily lives, like their understandings and views of their culture. While I don’t remember ever meeting a doctor or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my understanding of this world comes from first-hand experience. I’ve come to Earth tens of thousands of times to escape from Hell when I am overpowered and death is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the food chain.”
“Well what personal memories do you have?” she asked, taking two mugs out of one of her kitchen cabinets while the coffee pot slowly began to fill.
“I remember fighting the Greeks that sought to raze the city of Troy and enslave its people, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th century France and beheading criminals, and I remember hunting down escaped Nazis after World War II, among other things.”
“That’s incredible!”
Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.
“So wait, how old are you? If one of the people that you were created from was a Nazi-hunter, that means you can’t be more than a few decades old.” She inquired.
“Time in Hell moves at a much faster pace than in the human world, a single day here is an entire year there. It’s hard to tell just how old I am as Hell has no seasons or yearly changes, but due to the date here, I would say that I’m over 40,000 Hell-years old.”
“Say, what is Hell like? I get a vague idea, but I’m curious. Coffee?” she asked, holding up the pot.
“No thanks, I don’t eat or drink. Demons and Gargoyles can eat human flesh in order to regain their strength, but Angels and Archangels do not require sustenance. In fact, we never have to “relieve ourselves” because nothing ever passes through our systems.
Hell is actually rather small. The universe of it is just as large as this one but the name ‘Hell’ denotes both the entire realm and the one region that is actually occupied by human and demonic spirits is a single planet in empty space. 95% of the planet Hell covered by a sea of fire that burns for all eternity, but there is a place known as the Isle of the Damned. It’s the only landmass in all of Hell so it’s the only place with only residents, and it serves as the entrance the planet, where most of the stuff goes on.
The planet is composed of zones, which each zone corresponding to a different kind of prisoner and different kind of punishment. The zones are divided up not only by the Seven Deadly Sins, but by other factors and geographical factors. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing tortures and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can free them of their pain. I consider myself lucky that my enemies don’t have that trait. Even in Hell, beings with Angel or Demon energy are mortal, meaning that I’m not just killing the same opponent over and over again.”
“So I imagine it’s full of criminals?”
“Generally, but there are also the victims of circumstance and those who meant to do good. Suicide victims, heroes that have committed murder to bring justice, and even people who committed crimes completely by accident. Unfortunately, the majority of the people in Hell are there only because of small infractions that never hurt anyone and caused any harm, but were still considered sins.” He continued.
“You know, there is something that people have been wondering for a long time in this country; do you go to Hell if you get an abortion? They say its murder.” She asked. Baltoh scowled.
“Of course not! What dumbass told you abortion was murder?”
Selene gave a lighthearted giggle. “Thank you for coming to check up on me. I was wondering when I would see you again.”
A small smile briefly appeared on Baltoh’s face before disappearing. “I had to, with how dangerous this city is becoming and the fact that you are aware of me, I knew you were at risk.”
Selene lost her smile. “Do you know what’s going on?”
“I do know that my enemies are causing it. I’ve been investigating the scenes of these disturbances and I always find the faint scent of evil. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over humans and using them to raise tensions and cause chaos, though it has already gained momentum and no longer requires their involvement.
You’ll probably see this on the news, but a woman just threw a flaming bottle of gasoline into a mosque while it was full of people. I got there moments after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn’t possessed; she was just a hate-filled killer. I hold no remorse in taking her life. It’s being seen everywhere: religious fanatics are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn’t follow their strict and prejudiced views (I’ll probably kill them later), new protest groups are starting and they are patrolling the city with political signs, and I’ve already found three dead bodies.”
Selene stirred uncomfortably at the mention of murder. “Are you really willing to kill that easily?”
Sensing her unease, Baltoh looked at her in the corner of his eye and stood up. “I’m not a serial murderer that takes the lives of innocent people. My name means “righteousness” in the language of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of evil of millions of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my victims, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause harm and make others suffer, I use my hatred to end the torment they inflict and bring the justice that must rule. Hatred is like fire, in that it can destroy all in its path, but my hatred is like Hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust.”
Selene regained her smile and her eyes were filled with admiration, sparkling like gems so beautifully that Baltoh could not look away from them.
“To be honest, I have no clue what the Demons are up to. I don’t know if they’re causing this pandemonium because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their movements while they bring some plan to fruition. I can’t track them when they possess humans, so unless they actually use their powers with enough energy for me to sense or their human hosts are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can’t find them.” He sighed.
“So what are you going to do?” Selene asked.
“I have to wait, wait for one of them to reveal themselves or wait until I can identify a possible pattern and predict where they will strike so that I can capture them.”
He then walked back over to the island table and leaned over it, looking in Selene’s eyes. “Listen, I have a feeling that things are going to continue to escalate. These acts of violence and vandalism are now occurring without the Demons’ influence, and this fire is just going to keep growing unless I can stop them. If I can’t find them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to leave New York until I can get the situation under control.”
Selene smiled. “There is no way I’m leaving you or this city. I’ve always wanted to be somewhere of interest, somewhere where there is something amazing and complicated that I can get involved in. I moved here because of how interesting New York is. Right now, you are the most interesting thing in the world, so I’m not leaving unless you leave.”
Baltoh gained a rare smile at her stubbornness. “Have you always been so defiant?”
“Always. Like most kids, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a little brat. I was always trying to push myself to my limits and do what I shouldn’t. They were always saying to me “don’t climb that tree, you’ll fall”, “I don’t care if your brother did it, don’t eat that bug”, “don’t run so fast or you’ll trip”. I was a well-behaved child, I just didn’t like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one giant mind challenge.”
“So I imagine you did a lot of sports?” Baltoh asked, sitting back down.
Selene laughed. “My parents still keep my old bedroom full of my trophies, not to mention awards from other school groups. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to balance homework, sports, school clubs, and a social life. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and better I became. I was like a knife; no matter how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper.”
“I imagine you considered dating as just another weight to add to the dumbbells of your life?” Baltoh asked, becoming more and more comfortable and lighthearted.
Selene’s smile grew smaller, but did not disappear. “I could never find a guy who challenged me enough, someone interesting enough. I’ve had couple boyfriends in my life, but as you can see, they didn’t last. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could spend my life trying to climb like a cliff face or translate like a book written in Latin.”
She then leaned over the table with her chin resting on her hands. “I wish I could return these questions. You’ve spent your whole life fighting in the pits of Hell which means you haven’t lived like a regular person, and I don’t want to ask about the lives that make you up, because then I don’t feel like I’m really asking about you, and who you really are. You’re so strange,” she huffed, while maintaining her small smile.
Baltoh rested his chin on his hands the same way, looking into her eyes. “What I was or what made she who I am should not matter, only who I am now should matter. You don’t need a past to have a future, you only need a present from which that future can grow.”
“What lies in your future?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Maybe instead of fighting, there is a person in your future.”
“Unlikely.”
Selene gave a soft giggle. “You’re half-Archangel, right? Well then have some faith.”
After the words passed her lips, the human and the hybrid both became silent, staring into each other’s eyes. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increments of measurement so small that they were barely visible. As their faces approached, their lips parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the table, landing between them.
Selene and Baltoh jerked back and immediately felt the squeeze of awkwardness around their chests.
“I should go, I have to find those Demons before things get out of hand,” Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his wings.
As he turned around, about to become intangible and pass through the wall, Selene spoke. “Baltoh, take your time. You’ve piqued my interest, so don’t think you’re leaving any time soon.”
Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.
“Maybe I will, after all, you humans are turning out to be interesting as well,” he said before departing.
As Baltoh passed through the walls and levels of the building and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the fire escape of the building across the street. His arms were crossed and he had a dark grin.
“Well now, isn’t this a curious twist?” he said to himself before disappearing once again.

Selene and Molly were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. Deep in the background, the sounds of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the city, but the park itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with people, all trying to enjoy the nice weather before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.
“I had the kinkiest dream last night…” Molly hummed as both women leaned back in the bench with their eyes closed, trying to soak up as much sun as possible like a pair of dozing cats.
“Ok, I’m interested,” Selene chuckled.
“It was about that office Christmas party two years ago,” Molly said coyly, raising one eyelid and glancing at Selene. Without opening her eyes, Selene scowled.
“Molly, we agreed never to talk about that night, remember?” she hissed.
“Hey, you seemed more than willing and happy at the time.”
“Yeah, because we were both drunk. Remember what happened afterwards? How we couldn’t speak to each other for three months and I almost quit my job because it was just too awkward to be in the same building.”
“Oh come on, I know you enjoyed it, and if you didn’t, then why is it that you were so interested in my sex dream just a minute ago? The idea that I’m doing something kinky turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Listen, I don’t want to talk about it. It took me months to get over what we did and I’m still ashamed of myself,” Selene angrily replied, about to get up and leave.
“Then why are you blushing?”
Selene glared at her with invisible daggers shooting from her eyes, but no matter how hard she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic montage of memories in her mind, and those memories were beginning to make her aroused. Already she could feel her pussy moistening and her body temperature rising. It didn’t take long for her resolve to finally break and a flashback to flood her mind…

December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm:
Selene wandered through the cubicle maze with a half-full plastic cup and a prominent stagger. This was the last time they would allow liquor, and for good reason. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol level rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the highest. Bored and more than drunk to decide to start photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn’t anyone interesting to talk to. She had already wandered around most of the building, but there was one place she had not checked.
Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed’s office door, hoping she wouldn’t hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their ugly boss. She did not hear the moans or flesh clapping of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing sound and the shrill but soft whines of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her boss’ chair, her blouse open with her arms across her bare breasts, her thong and skirt on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her legs (but do to the desk blocking her from the waist down, this couldn’t really be confirmed).
“Molly, what are you doing?” Selene asked in lazy interest. The busty blond nearly jumped out of the chair.
“Selene, close the door!”
Selene stepped inside and locked the door behind her. “Ok, I’m going to need an explanation…”
Molly turned in the chair and pulled out the pink dildo, holding it like a cigarette without even turning it off. “I was bored as Hell, my vibrator was in my purse, and this is the most comfortable chair. Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober enough to drive. I hit the sauce pretty hard.”
Selene was completely unaffected by the sight of her friend’s lily-white D-cup breasts, landing strip-flat belly, smooth thighs, and wet shaved pussy, and Molly seemed literally open to showing her everything. Without alcohol in the equation, this conversation wouldn’t even be happening, but with them practically burping ethanol, neither were exactly “thinking clearly”.
“Normally it takes a while to get me off when I’m buzzed, but this is ridiculous. I’ve been fucking myself with this thing for half an hour and I’ve almost drained the batteries, not to mention my arms are exhausted.”
Selene was silent, letting her eyes wander around the office before inevitably coming back to her empty cup.
“Hey, could you help me out?” Molly finally asked.
“Why? What are you doing?” Selene asked, having completely forgotten what they were talking about.
“Just sit on the floor.”
“Okey-dokey,” her friend replied with a girlish giggle.
Crossing her legs, Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartener at story time. Molly spread her legs and only now did Selene seem a smidgen skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and pink as gum.
“I’m really not sure I like this.”
Molly handed her the vibrator. “I just need you to work this in me, just like a fuck machine. You don’t need to do anything else. It’s just a simple favor, like helping me paint my kitchen. Just help me get off, it’s not like I’ll tell anybody about this. Come on, you would help me paint my kitchen, wouldn’t you?”
Squeamish but willing, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger and thumb. She looked back and forth at the toy and the spread lips of her friend’s pussy, hungry for pleasure. A part of her was saying that this was going a little too far, but the rest was saying ‘eh, why not’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into Molly. The blonde drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silky flesh of her moist interior. The sound of the sexual call made Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to move the toy back and forth in her friend.
As she moved the toy like a piston in Molly, the sweet juices of her snatch ran down the dildo and soaked Selene’s fingers. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her hands, she could feel herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The contorted expression of pleasure on Molly’s beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her breasts as her body trembled and she pinched her nipples, her flat stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her oiled vagina on display.
Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the sweet smell of her friend’s pussy was making her body tremble with heat and excitement. True, she had never felt any sort of attraction to women, at least no more than a slight curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a tinge or arousal when Molly bent over to pick something up or was showing a particularly ample amount of cleavage. Selene often found her gaze wandering when Molly was around, stirring her natural curiosity. And she had to admit that the symphony of Molly’s moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own pussy wet as well. After just a couple minutes, she held the vibrator tightly with her full hand and was working it in her friend with rapid speed, making Molly holler and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.
“Thanks Selene,” said Molly, gasping for air as she took the vibrator and turned it off.
Trembling from the arousal that had been instilled by pleasuring Molly, Selene was just about to get back on her feet, but froze in shock as her friend ran her tongue up the sex toy as if it were a Popsicle.
“Oh my god, you actually lick your own juices?”
“Of course, I am delicious!”
She then leaned forward in the chair and put her hand on Selene’s shoulder as she licked the toy again. “Here, try it.”
Selene’s whole body became rigid as the phallic toy was forced into her mouth against the back of her throat, nearly making her puke from the sinfulness of her friend’s flavor. She tried to pull away, but Molly was holding her shoulder and making her to suck it. Molly truly was a dominating drunk, but even with tears rolling down her face from the punishment of her throat, Selene was too drunk to feel anything but joy at the delectable oil from Molly’s pussy.
Molly finally pulled it out, leaving Selene panting from the forced-feeding.
“Want some more?”
Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inertia. With a smile, Molly got down on her knees and began working the dildo in her cunt, slathering it in her juices. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one side while Selene licked the other, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blonde’s essence. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another layer of fluid, then held it up and the two women began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to meet. At first it was the slightest accidental touches, then strings of saliva could be seen stretched between their lips, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibrations of pleasure between her legs to continue.
The gorgeous blonde and the ebony goddess continued to kiss, their mouths salivating from the horniness they were feeling. With a smile, Molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on Selene’s shoulders, she laid her friend back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing nothing but her high heels.
“Hmm, this reminds me of my college sorority,” Molly purred as her long blonde hair hung down on Selene’s face, contrasting against her dark skin.
She leaned down and pressed her lips against Selene’s, slipping her tongue into her friend’s mouth and letting their saliva mix. With their rosy lipstick shades blending together, Molly grasped Selene’s hand and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcohol, Selene got the message and inserted her fingers into the wet opening, tickling Molly’s slit and restarting her like an engine.
Supporting herself with one hand, Molly pulled off Selene’s skirt and panties with the other, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their endless kiss. Both women began moving as mirror images, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a double helix. After a minute of kissing, Molly sat up and undid Selene’s blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene’s melon-sized jugs burst free from their fabric prison. Molly moved up past Selene’s head and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other’s breasts in line with their faces.
“Come on, suck on them,” Molly said coyly as her erect nipples hung just inches above Selene’s face.
Curious, submissive, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around Molly’s nipples, sucking on them hungrily and making Molly coo not just in physical bliss, but in the knowledge that she had bent Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to reap the benefits. Molly lowered her head and painted Selene’s areolas with her tongue, taking incredible satisfaction in the taste and feel of her soft flesh.
For several minutes, the two women sucked on each other’s tits like leaches, practically leaving hickeys on their pointing nipples. With a coy smile, Molly finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her perfect ass above Selene’s face.
“I’ve wanted to lick your honey pot ever since we met. Come on baby, you can’t say that you haven’t wanted to do the same,” She whispered, shaking her ass from side to side. Selene did not reply, as she was too horny to even speak.
First pulling her long blonde hair out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her tongue through the sloppy entrance to her slit, making Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her head and buried her face in Molly’s perfect ass. Having never done such a thing before, Selene didn’t quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old boyfriends had done to please her as Molly’s smooth ass cheeks were clenched against the sides of her face. Molly gave the same moan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two women into a living yin yang symbol.
Gorging herself on Selene’s wet pussy, Molly purred and hummed from the taste alone as she sucked up every delicious drop of the woman’s fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake bite. Beneath her, Selene was becoming more and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her tongue inside her friend the same way that Molly was moving her tongue in hers. She too was taking vast amounts of pleasure in not just the flavor of the hot wet cunt resting on her face, but the kinky excitement making her whole body buzz at the softness of those delicious pussy lips and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.
With a smile, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her groan through Molly’s ass. She turned on the toy, making it shake and rumble in Selene and using it to draw forth more pussy juice to drink up. The office was filled with the sounds of the women’s moans of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene’s oils. Licking her smiling lips, Molly got up and shifted her weight, sitting directly on Selene’s face so that she was almost completely hidden between her friend’s curvaceous ass cheeks. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and forth in Selene and making her spread her legs wide, pointing her high heels at the ceiling.
“That’s right, honey. Lick my cunt,” Molly purred as she ran her tongue up Selene’s smooth leg and continued to fuck her wildly with the vibrator.
Beneath her, Selene was desperately trying to catch her breath between slurps, but Molly’s naked flesh was covering her face every second. Molly finally moved, letting Selene finally get a lungful of fresh air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her snatch and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting Selene’s face back between her toned ass.
“Fuck yourself and lick my asshole, do it,” she ordered, grinding her cheeks against Selene’s face.
Selene obeyed with horny excitement, pushing her tongue as far into Molly’s asshole as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of paradise. Molly gripped her breasts until the pale skin turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene’s soft wet tongue burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist flesh. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn’t really taste anything, though her mind and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively delicious and her massaged pussy lips wanted the pleasure to never end, not to mention that Molly’s soft smooth ass felt amazing on the sides of her face. Her dedicated efforts were driving Molly insane in ecstasy, making her abandon her breasts and instead rub her pussy frantically, soaking her fingers in her juices before sucking on them.
After almost five minutes, Molly finally got off of Selene and quickly bent down, licking her face clean like a dog licking a dirty plate. Selene had a drunken smile on her face as Molly’s tongue ran up her face.
“Ok, it’s my turn. Now I sit on YOUR face while YOU get fucked!”
Molly grinned in arousal and lied back on the floor, desperate for a second course of delicious twat. Selene moved up over Molly’s face, but in the reverse direction when their roles had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her down and making her lick her pussy. The second Molly started, Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much greater pressure on her tender lips as Molly’s tongue worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the incredible pleasure being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling Molly’s breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a small desktop feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the full softness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.
While she gorged on herself on Selene’s essence, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its insertion, Molly nearly arched her back in ecstasy, for the feeling of the toy shaking every single centimeter of moist flesh in her cunt and the soft deliciousness of Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before long, Selene craved more from Molly; she wanted to experience what her friend had experienced. She changed her position, getting on all fours with her nipples pointing at the ceiling. Molly took the message and practically dove into Selene’s tight asshole, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of Selene’s firm rear.
“Oh, that feels so good. Keep licking, keep licking it,” Selene growled as she rubbed her pussy and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to fall off balance.
She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against Molly’s face while the blond nymphomaniac practically slobbered on her asshole. Before long, Selene’s thighs were burning like furnaces and she had to dismount Molly’s jiggling tongue. Like Molly had done, Selene bent down and licked her friend’s face like an ice cream cone.
“Ok baby, now I want to show you something that I used to do in college. Rub my pussy with yours,” Molly instructed with a coy grin.
Still intoxicated, Selene did not understand what she was supposed to do, so Molly took the initiative. Nearly scraping Selene with her high heels in her excitement, Molly interlocked the two women’s legs. Very gently, the smooth lips of their pussies kissed, making the women purr in kinky pleasure.
“Now grind against me, the harder the better,” Molly said before leaning forward and giving Selene a soft kiss.
Smiling and licking their lips, the two beauties began rubbing against each other, letting their pussy lips aggressively kiss and smother each other over and over again. Their moans reached new levels of volume and tone as the softness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. Ripples traversed their glassy smooth bodies as their thighs clapped against each other over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual kiss. As their bodies moved in rhythm, they each reached out and massaged each other’s breasts, rubbing their palms against each other’s nipples.
The two beauties continued like this for several minutes until sharing a simultaneous orgasm. Their pussies were as soaked as dish sponges, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juices, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two women lied back, panting like dogs in the summer from their exertion. Their bodies were both covered in a glistening film of sweat, saliva, and vaginal juices, catching the light and illuminating their voluptuous curves.
Catching her breath first, Molly sat up and swathed her hand in the wet mixture between their pussies and licked it off as if it were water from the Fountain of Youth. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene’s belly and tickling her naval with her tongue. She continued to move up, licking the sweat off Selene’s luscious breasts, kissing her neck, and finally locking lips with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The sensual kiss revived Selene, and she could finally feel the effects of the alcohol wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling Molly and at her own naked body, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.
“Uh… I think it’s time for me to go,” Selene said, hurriedly pulling on her clothes and rushing out of the office, leaving Molly smiling and licking her dildo clean.

“Admit it, you just had one big flashback,” Molly teased.
Selene didn’t reply, only blushed in annoyance and tried not to rub her legs together. It hadn’t taken her long after the party to remember everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, things had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for Selene. Molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to talk Selene into another sexy fling, and while Selene always said no, she could not ignore that thinking back to that night made her horny in a way that she had never before experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her fingers between her legs, Selene often found that her best orgasms when memories of eating out Molly slipped into her fantasies. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a woman was one of the greatest new experiences in her life, one of her personal favorite “challenges”.
This undeniable pleasure was probably why Selene forgave Molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained best friends. As much as she denied it, in her subconscious, the only reason why she never took Molly up on her sexual offers was because she didn’t want to complicate their friendship any further. Though as the memories flashed through her mind, Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some space from Molly so that she could clear her mind.
Trying to keep her clit from shivering in arousal with greater intensity, Selene stood up and walked off.

Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the daycare center from which they had killed half of the children and taken the rest to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candles, notes, and photos of the dead and missing children, while the street was covered in trash and flyers from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a travesty could take place and what kind of world their children were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the Demons, they had made their bodies invisible to keep the light from affecting them.
Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a mime and licked his lips. “Yes, it’s so beautiful. The air here is so rich in suffering and rage that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the children was a wise move, as now the humans of this city are close to rioting from fear for themselves and their loved ones and anger that this was allowed to happen. I don’t know which is more delectable, the flesh and blood of those children or the reaction it caused.”
“So can you do it?” Rimmon asked anxiously.
“If it can be done, then this is where it will happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human world. However, with my power at its maximum level and this city acting as the perfect breeding ground of malice and suffering, the only way the variables could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a cursed burial ground while torturing a few delicious humans,” he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his forked tongue.
“Baltoh will undoubtedly sense your power during the ritual. I’ll keep him off your back while it happens, just make sure you don’t stop and you work as fast as possible.”
“I know, I know. I’m not some lowly Gargoyle that is less intelligent than these pitiful humans. Do what you need to do and I will do what I need to do.”
Regaining his smile, Abaddon crouched down and held out a tiny severed hand. “The blood of a child, for a little extra luck,” he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a small red puddle on the ground.
“Demon Art: Horror Obelisk Summoning!” he called, slamming his clawed hand down on the puddle.

Baltoh’s head perked up as a dark sense of foreboding passed through his mind. “So, you finally make your move, huh?”
Spreading his wings, he leapt off the roof of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the source of the dark power levels he was sensing.

A howling wind blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the trash in the street as well as the memorial pieces set on the sidewalk. The puddle of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten feet in diameter with the two Demons at the very edge. Black lightning crackled above the membrane and a large shadow could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.
Rimmon quickly turned around as Baltoh landed a hundred feet away, sword in hand.
“Great, another one,” the hybrid muttered.
On the other end of the street, Michael and ten Angels appeared. The men and women were dressed in white monk robes and looked to be in their early thirties.
“Two and a half Demons, it’s my lucky day,” the Archangel said as his broadsword appeared in his hand. Rimmon began to laugh.
“I’m not sure if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will prove to be an interesting fight.” He cackled, holding out his arms to his sides. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his wrists as two blades of black steel burst out of the backs of his hands, parallel with his arms and each protruding more than a foot past his fingertips.
“Well then, let’s get this melee started,” Baltoh said.
With a swing of his sword, he signaled the beginning of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their power to summon a repairing barrier around the area. Normally it would encompass only about a hundred feet, but in this case, the illusionary dome had a radius of a full kilometer.
Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the Demon blocked his attack with one of his blades and aimed his free hand at Michael. “Demon Art: Dark Pulse!”
A colossal focused beam of Demon energy erupted from the tip of the blade reaching past his hand, shaking the surrounding buildings as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a battle cry, Michael raised his sword and used it to cut through the blast. The defense brought him to a dead stop, but with his blade, he was able to split the beam and half and deflect them.
The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the scattering blast, but with the Angels working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the hybrid delivered a devastating kick to the Demon’s gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across water. He flew over the fiery membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the structure crumbling down like a house of cards.
Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a lethal stab. Baltoh deflected the sword with one of his claws and was about to counter with a stab from his stinger-like tail, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his power in a devastating spell.
“Daemost Arsolt: Incinterandato Dilunious!” he roared, casting the Incinerating Flood but announcing it in Hellscript to increase its power.
Before Baltoh’s attack could connect, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of black flames, slamming into them with more power than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of buildings. Thick clouds of dust and smoke billowed from the buildings that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the black flames.
With a powerful flap of his wings, Rimmon zoomed across the path of destruction and into the dust cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his blades. An invisible shockwave suddenly cleared the dust cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the Demon’s blades with their swords.
The moment of unity between the Archangel and hybrid was quickly broken as Baltoh turned and punched Michael in the jaw, sending him staggering back. He then wrapped his tail around Rimmon, gripping him with bone-crushing force, and pointed his finger at him. “Angel Art: Divinity Ray!”
The entire street was lit up as a wide but focused golden laser surged from the tip of his claw, consuming the Demon as the equal and opposite of the Dark Pulse spell. But just as the spell began, Baltoh’s attention was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his Demon wing. Sparks flickered off the surface of the steel-like membrane from the strike of the sword, leaving Baltoh unharmed.
Before the hybrid could retaliate, Michael placed his hand on his foe’s wing and shouted a spell. “Gastagen Nantsa: Ne Cortaxo Inor!” ‘Angel Art: Holy Thunder Roar!’
In a blinding flash, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an explosion on par with that of a stinger missile. Wrapped in smoke and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the corner of the building next door, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deliver another attack, Rimmon opened up his protective wing cocoon and lashed out, delivering a slash across Michael’s chest and sending a splatter of blood across the wreckage of the buildings around them.
“Angel Art: Divine Smite!” Baltoh roared, swooping straight down and plunging his sword into the ground between the Archangel and Demon.
In a split second, the entire city block was riddled with bright glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a golden explosion, so powerful that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom cloud. At the edge of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to keep his focus on the summoning ritual while the ten Angels that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to keep the barrier from shattering under the combined power of the three fighters.

Selene stared at the glowing feather sowed onto the front of her purse, knowing that it signaled Baltoh’s rising power levels. Whatever was going on, he was fighting and he was fighting hard. Every fiber of her being wanted to go find him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and cost him a fight. She just had to wait and have faith. At least now her mind was taken off Molly.

“Gastagan Nantsa: Conselha Natea!” ‘Angel Art: Circle Edge/Halo Discus!’ Michael called as he raised his hand.
Looping his finger around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a dozen copies of the ring of golden light, all intertwined with a lightning-like cord. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like tops, the rings of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and hybrid.
“Daemost Arsolt: Ferroust Flagellox!” ‘Demon Art: Iron Whip!’ Rimmon called.
Stretching like rubber, his tail extended to several times its own length and gained a metallic durability while retaining its flexibility. Swinging his tail wildly, Rimmon deflected the halos, sending them down into the city. The rings of light sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut holes in buildings and even downing a few street posts.
The fight had now moved, and the hybrid, Archangel, and Demon were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The Angels that Michael had brought with him had been forced to move the barrier to keep the battle from destroying the city, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the memories of people in the battlefield and repair the damage. Already, the Angels had removed half of the people in the area, and none of them would remember a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many Angels been called from Heaven to suppress such a high level of destruction.
Before Michael could launch another attack, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a downward cleave of his sword. With his superior power, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the ground with the edges of their swords screaming from the friction. Keeping Michael down with one hand, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his finger at him. “Angel Art: Blessed Lightning!”
A deep crack boxed everyone’s ears as a channeled bolt of golden energy was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight direction. It was not true electric lightning, but it had similar speed and power.
“Daemost Arsolt: Cipparche Sputus!” ‘Demon Art: Tombstone Shield!’ Rimmon cackled as he clapped his hands together.
A bright flash of black light flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engravings of skulls and Hellscript symbols. The bolt of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the Divinity Ray, its penetrability came at the cost of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning could strike Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their swords locked, and cursed when the Archangel spread his wings.
“Angel Art: Enlightenment Flash!”
In a blinding display of radiance, every feather on Michael’s wings lit up like a miniature star, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to happen, Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, shielding his eyes and protecting himself from Michael’s expected stab. Just like before, the blade bounced off the surface of his wings with little more than a transient shower of sparks.
Baltoh opened his wings once the light faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the middle of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming flower into a deep crater and every window in the area was reduced to glass powder, filling the air like dust. Michael’s eyes rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness from the pain of the impact, but such a blow would only knock him out for a very brief time.
Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, desperate to make a lethal strike. Without any effort, he swung his sword and knocked the blades aside the instant the Demon came in his range, then in a single fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful kick to the Demon’s jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a small crater forming every time he touched the ground.
Moving so fast that he was practically invisible, Baltoh caught up with the skidding Demon and grabbed him by the face, slamming him down into the pavement and dragging him along while carving a trench in the street like a plow through a field. Ignoring the pain of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to stab Baltoh, but the superior entity tilted his head to the side and dodged the attack. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to stab Baltoh with his tail like a scorpion.
Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and retreat to avoid the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a hundred meters away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the Archangel’s slash with his bare hand. Like the rope of a noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh’s tail snapped around Michael’s ankle, and with supernatural strength, he flung the Archangel towards the side. Michael crashed into the front of the Chrysler Building and drilled a hole straight through it with his body before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tower. Regaining balance in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.
“Gastagen Nantas: Vparah Nal!” ‘Angel Art: Wing Arrows!’ he shouted in frustration.
Like a pair of rapid-fire shotguns full of birdshot, his wings began launching hundreds of feathers each second, with each one glowing with a white aura and packing more power than a .50 armor-piercing slug. With a calm expression on his face, Baltoh began swinging his sword with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his movements were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide deluge of sparks flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every single feather that would have struck him. The rest of the arrows peppered the ground around and behind him, pocking the pavement and soil with head-sized craters and kicking up clouds of dust and smoke.
Getting to his feet, Rimmon raised his hand and bellowed at the top of his lungs, “Demon Art: Monster Slash!”
Bringing down his hand diagonally like the blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of energy from his claws, razor thin and faster than lightning. In a single moment, five lines appeared on everything within the two-dimensional plane of his slash. Cut by the Demon’s attack, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a giant laser, the entire top-third of the building slid cleanly off the diagonal cut mark, with Baltoh right in its path.
Sensing the perfect opportunity, Michael quickly cast a spell. “Angel Art: Crusading Canter!”
Moving so fast that he was invisible, Michael flew down to the street at super speed, seemingly teleporting down to the ground, a hundred meters from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The Demon and Archangel both pointed their index fingers at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler Building dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his position, they shouted their spells.
“Demon Art: Dark Pulse!” Rimmon snarled, launching a horizontal geyser of condensed shadow energy.
“Angel Art: Divinity Ray!” Michael roared, launching a horizontal geyser of condensed holy energy.
Even with the two beams zooming towards him and the tip of the Chrysler Building tower plummeting towards his head like a spear from God, Baltoh was completely calm. “Tch, please,” he scoffed.
Balling his hands into fists, Baltoh held his arms out to his sides and released an animalistic bellow that was louder than a jet engine. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of white and black power rushed from every inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a nuclear explosion. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water on rock, while the Chrysler Building was instantly vaporized upon contact with the surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.
Michael was forced to flee for his life as the bubble-explosion continued to grow, reaching a mile in radius alone before finally bursting into a mushroom cloud. Rimmon wasn’t as lucky and the explosion slammed into him like a flaming avalanche, peeling away his flesh and consuming him.
The Angels manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their knees trying to keep the explosion contained and unnoticed to the outside world, but even they couldn’t cover up the shockwave it released. Wind flooded the entire city of New York with unparalleled strength, shattering thousands of windows, knocking people off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping power lines to shreds, setting off every car alarm, and causing buildings throughout the city to shake violently and even tilt.
Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteor and the clouds above parted as if a nuclear bomb had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the hundreds of Angels that had arrived to the city, as well as hundreds more arriving from Heaven at that very moment, were using their powers to recreate the area as it had been before the fight, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.
With inhuman speed, they put back all of the evacuated people in the exact same positions that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unharmed, removed any memories of the scene, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.
Baltoh cricked his neck from side to side. “Finally got one. It’s hard staying focused in this human world.”
As the words were spoken, a familiar sense of dread shot through his mind like an electric current. He looked to the east, sensing Abaddon’s power, as well as the power of something else, something just as dark and malevolent.
“But my mission is not complete,” he cursed before spreading his wings and flying east towards the source of the ominous presence.

Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh’s unfathomable power snuff out Rimmon’s existence, killing him or at least wounding him so badly that he was now on death’s door. “Damn it, that cocky bastard went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angels still around, I’ll really need to work to get some reinforcements.”
He then smiled and licked his razor teeth as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a window, letting the flames of Hell burn without suppression. “It worked, summoning really can be performed in the world of the living. This Horror Obelisk shall beckon the end of the world.”
From the semi permeable portal to hell, a dark object rose up in the street like the hand of a zombie bursting up from the grassy soil of its grave. The object was a tower, ten feet in diameter and forty feet in height, made of chalky obsidian and covered in blood-red symbols. The base of the tower was adorned with carvings of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style woven layer of different bones and limbs. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle face was carved in each side, all with the exact same expression. The top of the tower consisted of five long talons, all converging on one point, above the very center of the obelisk.
An undeniable chanting sound began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple deep voices murmuring curses in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the chanting grew in volume. Above the city, dark storm clouds formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky vapors. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in appearance, with their colors and shapes and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the existence of the obelisk was sending ripples through reality itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this ominous oppression, people throughout the city began to feel sick to their stomachs and lightheaded, as the dark malevolence of the artifact poisoned their minds like a toxic miasma.
“Even if Baltoh destroys this obelisk, it does not matter, the fact that it can exist in this world is all that I need. Soon our plans will come to fruition, and the end of days will be at hand,” he said with a dark laugh before becoming intangible and sinking into the ground.

Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his hands balled into fists so tightly that blood trickled from his cut palms. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his Demon side, making it difficult to suppress his violent urges. He despised these artifacts for their unnaturally powerful influence, not to mention he found their mindless evil highly disturbing.
“How the hell was one of these summoned to the world of the living? Only Archangels should have to ability to use their spells in different realms.”
“Baltoh,” a soft voice gasped. The hybrid turned around, spotting Selene.
She was leaning against a lamppost, gasping for air with cold sweat running down her paling face.
“Selene!” Baltoh called, running over to her and catching her before she fell to her knees.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to get in your way again. It took everything I had to wait until you were done fighting before I finally came to find you, I wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt or anything. I guess I shouldn’t have come at all,” she said with her voice weak and her eyes closed.
Being so close to the obelisk was taking a heavy toll on her body, so much so that she could barely stay on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his rare smiles. “No, it’s ok. You couldn’t have known. I appreciate the care,” he said, crouching down with Selene in his arms. After brushing aside a lock of her hair, he held his clawed hand over her face. “Angel Art: Laying On Of Hands. Angel Art: Blessed Protection.”
As if liquid light were running through her veins, Selene’s body began to glow as the first spell repaired the affects of the obelisk’s metaphysical miasma and the second spell wrapped her in a thin layer of holy energy, protecting her from any further affects. Selene’s eyes opened and she took a deep shuddering breath.
“There, you should be fine now and you won’t be affected by the obelisk,” he said, helping her back to her feet.
“What is that thing?” Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her head, trying to remove the last traces of grogginess.
Baltoh looked back at the obelisk and growled like a dog sensing a stranger at the door. “It is an artifact of the darkest order, summoned straight from Hell.”
Selene’s breathing became quick and shallow as she listened to Baltoh and stared at the ominous tower.
“What is it for?”
Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her fear, Selene followed him. “Demons will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable strength boost, not to mention it energizes the evil intentions of all the spirits around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the strength of an army of Gargoyles and set them loose upon me, or strengthen the black hearts of the truly evil human residents of Hell to help them join together to form a Demon-level creature without ever crumbling into ash. I’ve never heard of something like this being summoned in the human world, but just being here could drive the people of this city so wild with rage and malice that they could rip New York apart like a pack of rabid wolves.”
All her life, Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of fear at trying something new and exciting; bungee jumping, sky-diving, mountain climbing, that sort of thing. But being so close to this cursed tower, the fear that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her wildest imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh’s spell, she felt like at any second, something terrible was about to happen, or that the obelisk was alive and staring straight at her, like a serial killer before he makes his move. This crippling sense of dread and terror sent shivers up her spine and made her feel like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh’s hand, clutching it tightly. The contact brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to admit that holding Selene’s hand filled him with ease.
“Can you destroy it?”
“I can, but it is difficult and more often just breaks. Even if I reduce it to dust, it will still have heavily negative affects, just like radioactive waste. I can blast it with pure holy energy and try to obliterate it, but there will always be remains. No, there is a simpler and better way…”
Snapping his fingers, Baltoh opened up a portal to Hell right beneath the tower. Instantly, the obelisk fell through the portal as if it had been set on a frozen lake and the ice had broken under its weight. With another snap of his fingers, he closed his fingers, sealing the cursed artifact in the fiery depths.
“Unlike Demons and Gargoyles, Angels and Archangels have the ability to enter and leave the three realms at any time, even Hell.”
“Do you have any idea why they brought that thing?” she asked, glad that it was now gone.
“No, it just doesn’t make sense. If they wanted to use it to increase their power when they fought me, then that other Demon wouldn’t have allowed the battle to move so far away, and if they had some other reason for it, such as to strengthen their Gargoyles or cause more havoc in this city, then I don’t understand why they would just abandon it or not hide it in a place where I might not be able to sense their activities. They knew I would find it, why would they go through all that effort to summon it if I would just get rid of it? It’s like they summoned that obelisk for no reason other than the act itself.”
“Well maybe it was just practice. Is there anything else they can summon?”
“There are different kinds of artifacts, but I don’t know what they would achieve. After all, I—”
He was cut off as a quick glint of light caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon’s tail flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn’t aimed for Baltoh; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the Demon’s target, Baltoh gave a furious roar and got in the way, catching Rimmon’s barbed tail before it could strike Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the blast that ended the battle. Almost every inch of outer flesh had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscle and cauterized veins, not to mention that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.
“You dare harm her? You dare attack this woman?! You will repent for your Demon sins, and you will suffer the most painful death that your wretched kind can experience! Angel Art: Final Crucifixion!”
Rimmon raised his hand, about to sever his own tail so that he could escape, but before the act could be performed, a large white crucifix burst out of the ground behind him, measuring twenty feet in height and eight feet wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a roar of terror as whips with pieces of jagged metal braided into the strands wrapped around his limbs and torso and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless body. Unable to move, Rimmon could do little more than howl as a three large nails materialized, the first two driving through his palms and the third piercing his ankles and securing them to the side of the main beam. The final restraint came in the form of a crown of thorns, which acted like a shackle around the Demon’s head, tying him to the vertical beam of the cross with blood running down his face. At least, a spear blade appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon’s chest, piercing his black heart.
“Angel Art: Holy Burn!” Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.
In roaring flash, a bonfire of golden flames flared up at the base of the cross, reaching up and curling around the suffering Demon. Already bleeding to death with a ruptured heart and no skin to cover his lacerated muscles, Rimmon gave one last howl of agony as the holy inferno ate away at his body, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a minute, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the crucifixion setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his body like blood from a fatal injury, and Selene was staring at him with wide eyes.
“Are you always so furious when you slay your opponents?” she asked softly.
“No, I’m usually much more calm and collected. I don’t know what happened.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t because of me?”
Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her soft hand on his cheek. The gentle touch and tender care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her hand calmed his body and removed the last traces of strain from battle. But while this sweet touch sent waves of bliss through his body, Baltoh felt a pool of fear and nervousness forming in his heart.
“I have to go. I have to find Abaddon and figure out what he’s planning before it’s too late.”
He stepped away and broke the connection between them. Selene watched with sadness in her eyes as he flapped his wings and flew away, fleeing from her and his own emotions.

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Swim Team

The Exhibitionists
Episode 2
Swim Team

Disclaimer: what follows is a work of fantasy. As such, I have chosen to set it in a world where birth control is 100% safe, effective, and available, and all STDs have been eradicated. In the real world, some of the choices these characters make would be extremely risky. Don’t behave like them.

Recap: In episode 1, the protagonist and her friend Steph turned 16, got their nipples pierced, experienced sexual awakening, bought sex toys, watched a dirty old man jerk off, and exposed themselves to numerous strangers.

Before we got a chance to flash anyone else, our fathers found out about our nipple piercings, and they hit the roof. It turns out our mothers had known for a while but hadn’t said anything out of respect for our privacy. But Steph’s mom accidentally let the secret slip, and then it was all over. Our dads were pretty pissed at their wives for keeping secrets from them, so they maybe weren’t quite as hard on us as they otherwise might have been. Still, we were each grounded for a month, and by the time we were free again, the weather had turned cold. The good news was that, after that, we no longer had to hide our piercings.

I had always been a decent swimmer, and I had a swimmer’s physique – tall, thin, with broad shoulders. The girls’ swim coach was my French teacher (originally from Montreal), and she recruited me to go out for the JV team. At tryouts, some of the varsity girls showed up and started boisterously commenting on who would make the team and who wouldn’t. In my case, they all agreed that I was guaranteed a spot, and for some reason, they found that hilarious. Coach shooed them out before practice began in earnest. They were right, though, I did make the team.

Practice started the next Monday after school, with a grueling schedule – 90 minutes in the water, followed by a 90 minute study session while the boys’ teams swam, followed by another hour in the pool. The varsity and JV teams practiced together, and the varsity girls laughed some at how weak and slow we were, but they also offered some useful tips and encouragement as well. After the first 90 minutes, I felt like my arms were going to fall off, and I was sure I’d drown in the second session. I showered with the rest, then got out my homework. Coach made sure we were all doing our work, reminding us that if our grades fell, our parents might take us off the team. Then she said that if anybody had a problem they needed help with, she’d be in her office.

Almost immediately, one of the varsity girls announced she needed help with her homework and went into Coach’s office. After that, there was a steady stream of girls in and out of her office. I finished my work without trouble, so I got out a book and read until it was time to go back in the water. I survived, though by the end, I was utterly exhausted. Walking back to the locker room, the varsity captain told me one way to go faster was to shave all the hair off below the neck. A couple of girls snickered, but the captain looked serious, so I wasn’t sure whether this was fun at my expense or a useful tip. I asked Coach about it after practice, and she told me that it does help, and she offered to help me with the hard to reach spots after practice the next day.

On Tuesday, the boys got the pool first, so we started in the weight room. Coach handed out clipboards with worksheets to record our weights on the various machines. She had also paired all the JV girls up with an older girl to make sure we were doing everything right. I was paired with the team captain, and she seemed very friendly, encouraging me to get one last rep in after I thought I was done. She could lift way more than me, and her body looked sculpted. Smooth, though, not like a bodybuilder. And definitely hairless. She had very dark brown hair, so I would have been able to see any hair on her arms, but none was there.

After our turn in the pool, about half of the girls went home and half stayed for a study session. Coach brought some shaving cream and razors into the shower area and told me to shave my arms and legs, and then she’d help me with the rest. When I had done my part, she came in and started with the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet. When I asked why, she said removing hair was only one part of it; we were also scraping off dead skin cells and heightening our feel for the water. Then she had me take my suit off so she could shave my back. I asked why we were shaving something that was covered by the suit anyway, and she said some of the benefit was mental. I would feel faster, so I would be more self confident, and I would end up swimming faster.

Then she had me turn around and started shaving my front. I was a little uncomfortable, but she acted like this was a normal part of the process, so I didn’t say anything. She must have noticed, though, as she started making small talk to put me at ease. After asking about classes and such, she got out a stool and had me sit down, so she could shave my pussy. Again, this seemed odd to me, but she was so matter of fact about it, I just did as she said. Things got weirder then, as she started telling me she liked my nipple piercings, and that she used to have some too. Despite the strange situation, I found myself starting to get aroused. I was naked in front of someone who was talking about my nipples and touching me between my legs. I felt my nipples get hard and tingly, and my juices started to flow. It was getting a little hard to sit still, but she was almost done. When she finished, she stood up and told me her clit was pierced now. Automatically, my eyes went to her crotch, and I saw that her suit had a big wet spot there. She said if I ever wanted to see it, I should pretend I needed help with a problem during our homework sessions and come into her office. Then she left me to get rinsed off and dressed.

After that, my head was all awhirl with questions. Was Coach a lesbian? Was she really trying to seduce me? Were all the girls who went into her office during homework sessions having sex with her? What would it feel like if she touched me? Licked me? What would she taste like if I licked her? If I got excited thinking about it, did that make me a lesbian?

Life went on normally, though, as though nothing had happened, until the weekend. I was having a sleepover at Steph’s place when I told her what had happened. I expected her to be all grossed out, but she seemed to think it was kind of cool. She asked me if I was going to go into Coach’s office and see what happened. I said no, of course not. Then, Steph said she had always wondered what it would feel like to have someone suck on her nipples. Instantly, my body switched into full hot and bothered mode. I stayed quiet a while, and the silence stretched out. Then I said okay and got up. “Okay what?” she responded. “Okay, I’ll suck your nipples. Lift up your shirt.” I couldn’t see much in the darkness, but I heard Steph rustling around. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her. I felt her body with my other hand and located her breasts before lowering my head and taking one nipple into my mouth. Steph gasped with pleasure, and her body did a little shimmy. I started sucking, rolling her piercing around with my tongue while I did the same with my fingers on her other nipple. Steph was breathing heavily now, almost moaning, and my wet pussy showed I was very excited too. I moved my hand down to Steph’s pussy and found her hands already busy there. She moved them out of the way, and I stuck my finger in my very first cunt. It slid all the way in with a wet little squishing sound. I moved it around, feeling her insides, before withdrawing it and entering her again. I felt her press her hips up to meet me, taking my finger in as far as it could go. Now she was moaning audibly as I finger fucked her. Then my thumb found her clit and started rubbing it. She grabbed my head and pressed it against her breast, and I felt her entire body tense up. Then my finger felt the muscles of her pussy start spasming, and warm liquid flowed out, and I knew she was in the throes of her orgasm. Even after the main part was over, little aftershocks went through her body as I continued rubbing her clit and moving my finger inside her. When she was completely spent, she moved my head up to hers and gave me a passionate kiss, then said, “Your turn. Lie down.”

I was a little nervous, but I really needed release, so I laid down and pulled my nightshirt up. Soon, I felt Steph’s hands locating my body in the darkness, then her warm mouth engulfed my nipple, and conscious thought faded before the onslaught sexual sensations. Steph’s fingers were rubbing my mound, spreading my lips, entering me, rubbing my clit. Suddenly, everything stopped, and I let out a frustrated moan. I felt Steph moving around, and then her head was between my legs, her tongue probing my slit, flicking my clit, then sucking it into her mouth as she inserted two fingers into my dripping snatch. I felt myself building to my orgasm, but then Steph stopped for a moment, bringing forth another moan. She teased me like that a few times, before I grabbed her head and kept her in place until I came. When I did, it seemed to go on forever. As spasm after spasm passed through me, the only things in the world that seemed real were Steph’s mouth on my clit and her fingers inside me, getting squeezed with every wave of pleasure. Eventually, it did end, and we both crawled into bed, exhausted.

The next night, we had another sleepover, so we could discuss what had happened. We decided that we still liked boys, so we weren’t lesbians, but that there wasn’t anything wrong with giving pleasure to each other. Which we proceded to do again, and it was just as good. This time, I gave oral sex to Steph, too. She tasted nice, but her hair kept getting in my mouth. I made a note to suggest that she let me shave her before our next sleepover.

During Monday’s study session, I thought about going into Coach’s office and seeing if she really wanted to have sex with me. If it was alright to share pleasure with Steph, why not Coach, too? But what if I were wrong about what went on in there? I was too scared, so I just did my homework like a good little girl. By Wednesday, though, I was starting to feel really horny, and it was hard for me to think about anything else. The suspense was killing me, so I decided to get it over with. We had hardly opened our textbooks when I announced that I needed help with my homework and headed for Coach’s office. It may have been my imagination, but I felt eyeballs boring into my back as I walked there.

I knocked on the closed door. Coach opened it, let me in, and closed it behind me. Then she pulled a couple of chairs up to a table and invited me to sit next to her. I put my books on the table, took a deep breath, and blurted out, “I don’t really need help with my homework.” “What do you need help with,” she responded. “You said you would show me your clit ring if I wanted. I want to see it.” “You’re sure?” I nodded.

Coach sat up on the table and moved one leg on either side of me. Then she pulled her swimsuit aside, and there was her bald pussy right in front of my face. Sure enough, her clit as pierced. “Can I touch it?” I asked. Coach said yes, but be gentle. I reached out one finger and ran it lightly around her ring, eliciting a small gasp. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and he mouth open in an O of pleasure. She was leaning back on one arm, and her other hand was still pulling her swimsuit aside for my benefit. As I continued to touch her clit, she spread her legs wider and her vagina opened up, showing me the glistening, wet pinkness within. I leaned forward and licked at those juices. Then I sucked her clit into my mouth, ring and all, as I inserted a finger into her pussy and brought her off just like Steph and I had done for each other.

When her orgasm was done, Coach had me take off my swimsuit and lie down on the table. She unlocked a drawer in her file cabinet and withdrew a couple of vibrators. One was penis shaped and had a ring of bumps that spun around, and the other was much smaller and just vibrated. She started with the smaller one, running it all around my pussy until I was nice and wet. Then she inserted the larger one and started it spinning inside me while the smaller one went to work on my clit. Almost immediately, I was in the throes of my orgasm, and I decided that I needed to get one of those spinny things for myself. I might even use it on Steph sometimes, too.

I got myself presentable, then went outside to finish my homework as more girls took their turn with Coach. “She must be pretty darn insatiable,” I thought. I felt myself getting a little excited again and figured I probably lived in a glass house when it came to that subject.

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Mark and Mary find their doctor and buy some property, meanwhile Lilith plots against them.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Seventeen: Doctors and Realtors

Mary was looking quite fetching in her black, short skirt and blue blouse as we walked out of the house, through the ruined front door. Fucking FBI. Bad enough they had to raid my house, did they have to smash down the door? Desiree was tracking down a contractor that could get the door replaced today while I ordered five of the sluts to go get their pussy’s waxed at the Heavenly Creature’s Salon. Violet, Fiona, Karen, Chasity, and Thamina all needed bare cunts. They could have landing strips or whatever designs they wanted on their pubic mounds, but their pussy lips had to be smooth as a young girl.

I didn’t have time to eat the breakfast Desiree made because we were running late for Mary’s OB/GYN appointment. It was my fault. I spent too much time fucking first Allison, then Fiona in the shower, and finally Mary when she had come upstairs to yell at me for taking too long. Mary was a horny gal and couldn’t resist my advances. I left Mary’s pussy full of my cum, a nice surprise for the Doctor. So, I just grabbed a bagel and spread some cream cheese on it and ate it on the way to my Mustang.

I sped the moment we were out on surface streets. “You want to see a movie on Saturday, have dinner?”

Mary smiled slyly at me. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Just me and you.”

“Sure,” Mary answered. “A date night. What did you want to see?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I answered, casually.

“I bet you want to see Man of Steel? Doesn’t it open tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, trying play it cool. I was really looking forward to seeing it.

“All right, we’ll see it,” Mary said. “But I’ll get to choose the movie next week.”

“Deal,” I said, and reached out and squeezed her hand. I moved her hand over to my crotch. “I’d love it if you would suck my cock, Mare.”

“It’s not safe, Mark,” Mary objected. “Besides, haven’t you got enough sex?”

“There’s no such thing as enough sex,” I retorted, rubbing her hand across the bulge in my pants.

Mary snorted in laughter. “Not with you, anyways.”

“C’mon Mare,” I wheedled. I stopped at the light and bent over and kissed her lips. “Your mouth feels so nice on my cock.” I kissed her again, her lips parting for my tongue. “You’re just so beautiful. My cock aches whenever I’m around you.” I reached over and gently groped her breast through her blouse, feeling her nipple harden beneath my hand.

“Fine,” Mary sighed, her hand squeezing my crotch. “But this is the last time.”

My zipper rasped down and Mary slid her warm hand in and pulled my cock out, stroking it a few times before her wet mouth sucked my cock greedily. Her lips slid up and down on my dick as her tongue swirled around my sensitive head. A car honked behind me and I realized the light was green and I started driving. Fuck, Mary’s mouth felt good on my cock.

My phone rang. The Mustang’s radio was blue toothed enabled and the rings echoed through the car speakers. I hit call and my mom’s voice echoed through the car’s speaker. “Hi, Mark,” she greeted, warmly.

“Hey mom,” I answered. Mary’s mouth sucked harder at my cock.

“Are you doing okay, sweetie?”

“Yeah, mom, things are going great.” My fiancee is sucking on my cock, what could be better.

“Well, I don’t know how to say this, but …” she cleared her throat. “Are you in trouble?”

“No, why would you think that?”

“I’m not supposed to say anything, but the FBI came around yesterday.” A hint of fear entered her voice. “They said you robbed a bank and … did other things.”

“It’s a misunderstanding, mom,” I told her. “I just look like the guy. Just watch KIRO 7 news, okay. The FBI raided my house but they realized I was the wrong person.”

God, this was so exciting. Mary’s mouth was bobbing up and down on my cock, sucking hard. Her tongue played with my shaft, with my head. Her teeth would brush pleasantly against my cock. And my mom’s voice, I never realized how sexy she sounded, a smokey, bedroom voice that could get any man hard. She was wasted on my pig of father.

“Well, I’m so relieved,” my mom sighed and I gritted my teeth and came hard down Mary’s mouth. Mary greedily sucked my cum down. “Are you okay, I thought I heard something.”

“Yeah, mom, I’m fine,” I answered. “Just had to release some built up pressure. Anyways, I want to introduce you to my fiancee.”

Mary was sitting up in the seat, wiping a bit of cum off her lips. “Hi, I’m Mary.”

“You’re fiancee?” mom asked. “That’s so exciting, I didn’t even know you were dating anyone, sweetie.”

“We haven’t been dating long,” I told her. “But, we really fell in love and we’re getting married in a month.”

“Wow, sure you’re not rushing things, sweetie?”

“We’re very happy, Mrs. Glassner,” Mary gushed. “Your son is the best man in the world. He just fills me up with his love.” Mary had a wicked smile on her lips.

“How sweet,” my mom purred. Was that a husky tone entering her voice. She sounded even sexier. “And call me Sandy. I’m sure we’re going to get along just fine. I can’t wait to meet you.”

“How about Sunday,” I suggested. “You can come over to our house for dinner.”

“House?” my mom asked.

“Yeah, I, eh, won a poker tournament at the Emerald Queen last month,” I lied. “I didn’t want anyone to know about it, yet, until I had my fiancees all in order.”

“Wow,” mom said. “That’s pretty amazing, Mark. Well, I can’t wait to meet your lovely fiancee. I bet she’s just gorgons.” I thought I heard a zipper rasp and then my mom sighed. “Mary, tell me all about yourself.” There was a wet, squishy noise and another sigh from my mom. “I want to get to know you so well.” My mom gave a throaty, lusty laugh and another sigh.

Christ, was my mom masturbating. Mary’s wish to have any woman desire her was working over the phone. And then it hit me. That’s how I could sleep with my mom. Mary could get her to do anything sexual that she wanted. I smiled, my cock growing hard. On Sunday, I was going to fuck my mom thanks to my fiancee.

Mary glanced at me and mouthed, “Is your mom masturbating?” I nodded.

“Well, Sandy, I’m a very attractive woman,” Mary purred, clearly excited that my mom was masturbating to her. Mary’s hand slipped down and started rubbing her pussy, her fingers sliding into her wet cunt with a wet, squelchy noise. “I have long, auburn hair, emerald eyes, and a heart-shaped face covered in freckles.”

“Umm, Mark’s always liked red-heads,” my mom cooed. “Uhh, what’s your bust size?”

“32B, covered in freckles” Mary purred. “They’re firm and perky. And I have a great ass. Your son really loves it.”

“Oh, yes, I bet he does!” There was a stifled moan and heavy breathing.

“I’m an art student at De Vry,” Mary continued. She was rubbing one of her perky tits, now, playing with the hard nipple through her dress. “I love to paint.”

“Maybe I could pose for you,” my mom panted. “I’ve always wanted to be … ohh … painted.”

“Mmhh, I bet I would love to paint you,” Mary purred. “I’m looking for a model for a nude painting, for class.”
“Oh, I could do that … umm …. for you, sweetie,” Mom husked. “To help you … ohhh … out.”
“Uhh, it would be just the two of use!” Mary cooed, her fingers were moving rapidly in and out of her cunt and the heel of her hand ground on her clit. “I can’t wait for you to cum over.”
“Yes, yes, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum … over!” There was an intake of breath and a muffled cry. Mary gasped, bit her lip and shuddered, orgasming with my mom. “Well, I can’t wait to see you, honey,” cooed my mom. “I’ll convince your dad to come. Love you, sweetie. And your fiancee.”

“Love you, too, mom,” I answered and my mom hung up. My cock was hard. “Fuck, that was hot.”

“Yeah,” Mary breathed, a contend smile on her face. “I guess my power works over the phone.”

“Your power is how I’m going to sleep with my mom,” I told Mary.

“Of course,” she said, eyes widening in realization. “Wow, why didn’t I think about that.” She smiled at me. “You let me take care of it. I’ll get your mom so hot and bothered she’ll be begging for your cock.”

An image of my mom kneeling before me, lust shining in her hazel eyes, as she begged for my cock. Fuck, I couldn’t wait. My cock was painfully hard, still sticking out of my pants. I looked over at Mary and said, “My cock’s begging for your mouth right now.”

Mary smiled. “Fine, one last time,” and she bent over and it wasn’t long before I filled her mouth with another load of cum.

“Thanks, Mare.”

“Oh, it was no problem, hun,” Mary answered. She flipped down the passenger visor and looked in the mirror, wiping cum off her lips and checking her lipstick. “Mark, I think I have a great idea.”

“Shoot,” I said, interested.

“Well, I think we should have our doctor open a clinic in South Hill,” Mary explained. “A free OB/GYN clinic. She could find girls for us for the brothel and we could have fun raisers to support it. Fancy parties with powerful people. Politicians and the rich.”

“I bet there’s plenty of medical space for sale,” Mark agreed. “It’s a good idea.” I squeezed her hand. “Let’s do it.” Mary smiled at me and squeezed my hand back.

“Have you thought about what you want, Mark,” Mary asked. “With your powers.”

“I just want to have fun with you,” I answered.

“You could accomplish so much,” Mary whispered in my ear. “You could be so powerful.”

“What are you thinking of?” I asked her.

“You could change laws, shape this town, this state, hell even this country into what ever you want,” Mary breathed huskily. “Wouldn’t that be something. You could be President Glassner.”

“Wow,” I whispered. “President. I just wanted to use my powers to fuck pretty women.”

“Isn’t that why men get into politics?” Mary asked with a wicked giggle. “And it can all start with our charity.”

I smile crossed my lips. “President Glassner,” I said. “And you’d make a radiant First Lady.”

The thought of me being president made Mary so randy she gave me a third blowjob without having to be asked, and fingered herself to two more orgasms before we reached our destination, the Group Health clinic Dr. WolfTail worked at. The clinic was next to Tacoma General Hospital on MLK Way. And finding a place to park was a nightmare.

Finally, I found a place two blocks away and Mary and I hurried to get to the clinic. It was a large building hosing dozens of different specialty clinics. We rode the elevator up to the third floor and I remembered the last time we rode an elevator. I made Violet my elevator bitch and popped her cherry while she begged for my dick. I barely got to second base with Mary when the elevator reached the third floor.

The clinic was right next to the elevators and we entered the waiting room. It was a typical doctor’s office, a few chairs, a collection of magazines for women, and a frumpy looking receptionist with a huge, bulbous nose. Mary had to fill out a ton of paperwork since it was her first time. She giggled when she got to the sexual history portioned.

“There’s not enough room,” she quipped and I laughed and kissed her.

“Mary Sullivan,” a male nurse called a few minutes later. That was disappointing, I was hoping for a cute nurse to go along with the cute doctor.

The male nurse led us back to the examine room. He glanced questioningly at me. “He’s my fiancee,” Mary explained. “Okay,” the nurse said with a shake of his head.

“We share everything,” Mary explained.

“Of course you do,” the nurse said flatly. He clearly wasn’t used to women bringing their partners into the gynecologist.

The nurse had Mary disrobe and get in a medical gown and left the room to give her some privacy. Mary’s panties were sticky with a mix our cum when she pulled them off. The nurse returned a few minutes later, knocking first, then he took her vitals. When he finished writing on her chart he went to leave.

I stopped him, grabbing his arm. “No interrupting us once the doctor gets in here, okay.”

“Sure,” he said.

We waited a few minutes then there was a knock on the door and a cinnamon-skinned, Native American woman walked in. She wore a conservative, gray blouse and black skirt underneath a white, doctor’s coat. Embroidered in blue thread was, “Dr. Willow WolfTail, OB/GYN.” Her face was round and her lips were small, very red, and very kissable. Her hair was long, straight and a deep black. She was a young woman, late twenties, probably fresh from medical school. A wedding ring glinted on her left hand.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Willow,” she greeted friendly.

“I’m Mark and this is Mary, my fiancee,” I said. She barely looked at me her eyes devouring Mary. A flush darkened Willow’s face and her tongue moistened her suddenly dry lips.

“Pleased to meet you,” Willow said, shaking Mary’s hand, her fingers gently stroking her. “You are so beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you,” Mary said.

“Why don’t you get your legs up in the stirrups and we’ll take a look downstairs.”

“Sure, Dr. Willow.” Mary placed her legs on the stirrups. From where I was sitting I had a good view up Mary’s gown and her cum stained, waxed pussy. The doctor was grabbing a pair of latex gloves and Mary said. “Oh, I think I would be more happy without the gloves. I don’t like the feel of latex in my pussy.”

“Oh, uh, that really isn’t sanitary,” Dr. Willow objected. Mary smiled seductively at the doctor. The doctor’s eyes shined with desire and she licked her lips. “Fine, just for you.”

“Thanks,” Mary cooed, “you won’t regret it.”

The doctor pulled out a pen light and sat on her rolling stool and slid over to Mary. “Okay, let’s have a peak.” She lifted up the skirt and blinked in surprise. “Is that … semen?”

“Yes,” purred Mary. “Don’t be shy.”

“Well, it looks like you’ve recently had intercourse, I assume with your fiancee?”

“Amongst others,” Mary giggled. “Mostly women, but sometime another man.”

“I see, and you clearly don’t use protection with your fiancee. Do you use protection with your other partners?”

“No.”

“Aren’t you afraid of STDs?” Dr. Willow asked, grabbing the speculum. Mary gasped as the cold, metal object slid inside her and spread her pussy lips open. Dr. Willow was shining her light inside and I could see inside her cunt, all the way to her cervix.

“Uhh, no,” Mary said, blinking in surprise. “I guess I hadn’t really given it a lot of thought.”

“Well, you should,” Dr. Willow instructed as she shined her light around, examining the vaginal walls. “Are you on the pill or use any other form of birth control.”

“The pill,” Mary answered.

“Well, you look healthy. Now, I’m going to perform a bimanuel examination,” Dr. Willow said. “I’m going to slid two fingers inside you and press on the outside of your groin to check for any problems with your uterus, cervix, and ovaries.”

“Okay.” Mary smile widened as the doctor slid two of her fingers inside her. “Your fingers feel real nice. Doesn’t it feel better bare?”

“Yeah,” the doctor answered, uncomfortable. “Everything’s feeling all right.”

“Have you ever given a woman an orgasm during an exam?” Mary asked, eagerly.

“No,” she answered.

“If you keep moving your fingers inside me, you will.” There was an eager smile on Mary’s lips.

The doctor’s face flushed even dark and she slowly started to move her fingers in and out of Mary’s cunt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Dr. Willow whispered. “You’re just so enchanting. Your vagina’s a beautiful flower. Your clitoris look so hard, your labia are like silk on my finger.”

Mary writhed in pleasure as the doctor’s thumb started to gently rub her clitoris in slow circles. “Oh, doctor, that feels so good.” Mary massaged her breast through her hospital gown. “Your finger feel so amazing up my twat.”

My cock was hard in my pants, so I slipped them off. Mary’s eyes fixed on my hard cock and she licked her lips and made a jerking motion with her hand. I spat on my palm and started stroking my cock. I hadn’t jerked off in a week, but it was like riding a bike, you never forget. Mary’s eyes were glued to my cock and I was glued to Dr. Willow fingering her cunt.

“I can feel your arousal in the vaginal canal,” the doctor murmured. Her free hand had slipped down and was rubbing her thighs, slowly disappearing up her skirt and moving ever closer to her hungry cunt.

“Oh, doctor, you’re going to make me cum!” Mary panted.

“Yes, oh yes, come for me,” Dr. Willow moaned. Her finger had reached her pussy and was rubbing beneath her skirt. My hand was stroking my cock faster, squeezing my sensitive head.

Mary shuddered and moaned loudly, “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming! Oh yes, yes, yes!”

I grunted, feverishly stroking my cock, so close to cumming. And then there was the sweet release that flowed through my body as white cum shot out and splattered in the doctor’s long hair on the back of her doctor’s jacket.

“What the fuck!” Dr. Willow snarled in fury, turning to face me and caught a blast of cum right in the face. She started dumbfounded at me as cum dripped down her cheek.

“He got you good, didn’t he?” Mary giggled. “Come here and give me a kiss.”

Still looking angry, the doctor stood up and Mary grabbed her hair and pulled her down and the two ladies kissed. Then Mary licked up my cum and shoveled it into Dr. Willow’s mouth. Their tongues wrestled, stained white with spunk, and I felt my cock start to rise.

“Let’s see you naked, Dr. Willow,” I told her.

“Sure, Mark,” she replied, her anger drowned out by lust. Her lab coat fell to the floor and she started unbuttoning her blouse. Mary pulled the hospital gown over her head, exposing her freckled breasts and hard nipples. I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. Dr. Willow’s bra was pale blue and cupped her nice sized breasts. Mary reached out and unclasped the bra as the doctor was unzipping her skirt. Her C cup breasts spilled out, cinnamon and topped by the smallest, cutest nipples. Her skirt off, Dr. Willow peeled down her pantyhose and white panties exposing a black, wiry bush of hair damp with arousal.

“She’s the one, Mark,” Mary said, excitedly, stroking Dr. Willow’s full breast. She bent down and sucked a tiny nipple into her lips and slid her hand down to start fingering the doctor’s furred muff.

“Dr. Willow, you’re going to be our sex slave from now on,” I told her. “You’ll do every nasty, perverted thing we tell you with a smile on your face. For now, you’re going to continue working here at the clinic until we get your new clinic open.”

“My new clinic, Mark?” she asked, then gasped in pain as Mary bit her nipple.

“That’s Master, slut,” Mary scolded. “And I’m your Mistress.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” Willow blushed.

“You’re going to run our free OB/GYN clinic for young girls and women,” Mary answered. “To find us beautiful women to work in our Brothel. And, of course, to keep our whores and slaves healthy.”

“Of course, Mistress, I would be honored.”

“When you are working you will act like your professional self,” I told her. “You’re married?”

“Yes, to Yancy,” she answered.

“Not anymore,” I told her and grabbed her left hand and pulled of her wedding ring and threw it in the trash. “You don’t love your husband anymore, just Mary, me, and all your new slut sisters.”

“He wasn’t that good in bed, anyways,” she said with a shrug.

“Where’s your phone?” Mary asked. Willow pulled out a cell phone from her discarded coat and handed it to Mary. “Start eating my cunt, slut,” Mary ordered, scrolling through the phone and hit call.

Willow dove into her Mary’s cunt as she lay on the bed, her legs back up in the stirrups. Willow was bent over, her cinnamon ass pointed invitingly at me. I lined up behind her and slid my cock into her black-furred pussy, savoring her wet, tightness as I pumped my cock in and out of her. Willow moaned wordlessly into Mary’s cunt as I fucked her.

“Hey pussywillow,” a male voice said over Willow’s phone. Mary had put the phone on speaker. “What’s going on.”

“Yancy, my name is Mary Sullivan,” Mary purred on the phone, a naughty smile on her face. “I just wanted you to know your slutty wife is eating my pussy as my fiancee, Mark, fucks her tight snatch with his big cock!”

“What!” Yancy gasped. “Who the fuck is this! This isn’t funny! I’m going to call the cops!”

“No you don’t, Yancy,” I ordered. “You’re going to listen while your wife makes us cum. Right, slut?” I smacked Willow’s ass hard.

“Ohh, Yancy,” Willow moaned wantonly. “I’m sorry, but I don’t love you anymore. I love Mark and his big cock that’s plunging into my cunt and I love Mary and her beautiful pussy that taste so heavenly.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Yancy moaned. “I don’t understand?”

“You’re wife’s found better lovers,” Mary moaned. “And let me tell you, she is one skilled pussy eater.” Mary moved the phone closer so the speakers could pick up the wet slurping noise of Willow’s frantic pussy eating. “Hear that? That’s the sound of you’re lovely wife’s tongue lapping at my pussy!”

I started to fuck Willow harder, the room filling with the slap of flesh on flesh. “God your wife’s pussy feel so fucking nice, Yancy. I bet you’re going to miss it. You’ll never get to stick your little cock up her again! She’s had a real man, now!”

There was sobbing coming through the phone. “Why are you doing this, Willow? I love you!”

“I don’t love you, Yancy. I’m getting fucked by a real man! He just takes what he wants! It so fucking sexy to controlled!” Willow panted and then dived back into Mary’s cunt.

“Please, Willow, what’s wrong?” Yancy begged. “We can work this out! Please?”

“Fuck, you’re a wimp,” Mary disparaged. “You need to understand that you’re wife belongs to us now. She’s our little sex slave. She’ll do whatever nasty things we tell her to do. A disgusting wimp like you could never truly satisfy her.”

“So you’re going to file for divorce, Yancy,” I told him. “You can keep everything save her clothes and jewelry. Tonight, she’s going to come home, pack her bags and leave. You will not try to stop her or hurt her in anyway.”

“Fine,” he sobbed.

“Oh yes, you’re wife’s going to make me cum, soon,” Mary purred. “Oh, her tongue is so amazing. She’s lapping at my clit right now while she shoves two fingers up my cunt. And Mark is fucking her so hard her asscheeks are jiggling.”

Willow let out a shuddering moan. “I’m cumming, oh fuck, you’re cock feels so good, Master!”

Her pussy milked my cock. “Shit! Yancy, your pussywillow’s pussy is cumming on my cock! She’s such a nasty slut. I’m going to pump her full of my cum. If you ask nicely, when she gets home tonight, she’ll show you her cum-stained cunt. Let you see what a real man’s work looks like.”

“Oh, cum in me, Master!” begged Willow. “Please, oh please. I need it so badly!”

“Here it comes, whore!” I slammed deep into her and emptied my nuts into her. “God, that was a good fuck. Now, make Mary cum.”

“Umm, keep sucking my clit and I’ll flood your face with my tasty juices,” Mary cooed. “Oh, just like that! Oh, yes!” Mary shuddered on the table and her legs bucked out of the stirrups. She lay panting on the table. Mary hung up the phone and then snapped a shot of Willow, her face covered with pussy-cum and sent the photo to her husband.

“I captioned it, “Something to jerk off too since you’ve lost your pussywillow! *-)”

I laughed. “Wow, that’s mean.”

“I recall you did something similar to my ex-boyfriend,” Mary said with a smile. I had her break up with Mike while I fucked her in the ass. Then I sent him a picture of Mary between another woman’s thigh, my cock buried in her tight asshole.

I pulled out of Willow’s cunt. The Native American woman was breathing heavily. I kissed her lips, delighting in the flavor of Mary’s cunt, sweet and spicy, on her lips. “We’ll see you tonight, slut. On your way home, pick up a very sexy nurses outfit at a sex shop. You’ll wear either that or lingerie when in the house.”

“Yes, Master,” Willow said happily.

We all got dressed and Mary and Willow shared one more, passionate kiss and then we left her to see to her next patient. You couldn’t see the cum stain on the back of her doctor’s jacket, but my cum was drying in her hair, leaving a sticky white residue behind that stood out in her black tresses.

“I’m meeting Alice at the Blue Spruce at One,” Mary said. “Mind dropping off. We can get lunch on the way.”

“Yeah, okay,” I said.

Alice was our realtor and Mary’s lover. This would be their third time meeting in a motel. Alice was married and Mary said her husband wasn’t paying enough attention to her so Mary was more than happy to pick up the slack. My emotions were mixed on the woman. It was clear Mary felt more for this woman than just one of the sluts or other women we molested. Mary claimed they were just friends, but I was afraid something more could grow out their affair. I trusted Mary and I didn’t want to seem like I didn’t trust her by objecting to her time with the woman. I just wished she would stop seeing her.

We ate lunch at a subway just down the street. We had a pleasant time, I fucked one of the workers, a cutie named Anna, in the ass and left my cum dripping off her face as she went back to work while Mary had first fingered this guys wife and then made her eat her cunt all while the guy watched. He was angry at first, but soon got into watching his wife with another woman. Mary and I enjoyed are sandwiches and watching the reactions of customers as they saw the cum drenched Anna make their sandwiches.

“So, what are we going to do about STDs?” Mary asked as we walked back to my Mustang.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “I don’t think I want to start wearing a condom.”

Mary frowned. “Yeah, there’s definitely something to be said about warm cum squirting inside you.”

“Maybe there’s a spell,” I said. “Lilith said there were many spells out there, not just the two she told us about.” I started the car and pulled out onto Yakima.

“Lilith,” Mary called as I started to drive her to the Blue Spruce Motel for her tryst with Alice.

I gritted my teeth, prepared to fight the waves of lust as Lilith appeared in the car. My cock hardened in my pants and Mary’s nipples tented her blouse. Lilith was sitting in the back seat, a shear, red dress clung to her curvy body.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lilith purred.

“Is there a spell that we can perform to make us immune to STDs?” Mary asked.

“Oh yes, and its an easy one,” Lilith said with a laugh. “Just deflower a woman. Her purity will guard you against any STDs. When you break her hymen, say, ‘Bathuwlah,’ and you’ll gain your immunity. Plus, once you’ve used the Ritual of Zimmah and bound the Thralls to you, they’ll get the immunity as well.”

I frowned. The Ritual of Zimmah was performed by fucking your parent. For a woman, that meant your father. For me, that meant fucking my mother. “I thought Zimmah was only to make my Thralls immune to a nun’s power.”

“The Ritual of Zimmah binds the Thrall to your lifeforce. One of its side effects makes your Thrall immune to any other person’s control. It also keeps them young and beautiful. Of course, when you die, they’ll die.” Lilith frowned. “Didn’t I explain this to you?”

“No,” I said.

She shrugged. “Whatever, is there anything else you require, Mistress. Perhaps you would like to use your last boon.

“No, you can go, Lilith,” Mary dismissed and sighed in relief when she was gone. “I don’t trust her,” Mary muttered.

“Yeah,” I answered. “I can see the hatred in her eyes whenever she looks at me. Like she just once to crush me. Once you’ve made your last boon, she’ll go back to hell or wherever the fuck she’s from.”

“Maybe I should just use the last boon, you know, get it over with.”

“What if we run into another nun problem,” I pointed out. “Her boon is a safety net for us. She can’t do anything to us, anyways. She’s under your power.”

“What about last night, Mark, you passed out.” Concern painted Mary’s face.

“Well, I know I shouldn’t fuck her again,” I said with a smile.

“It’s not funny, Mark,” Mary heatedly said. “She’s dangerous.”

“You have her under control,” I reassured. “Everything will be fine.”

Mary bit her lip. “Fine, I won’t use the boon … for now.”

Mary fell silent, biting her lip in worry, so I cranked the radio and let the music flow over me as I drove. By the time we reached Parkland, Mary had relaxed and was smiling again. When I dropped her off at the Blue Spruce there was an excited glint in her eye, her concerns about Lilith forgotten in her eagerness to see her lover.

“So, you guys will be there at 5 pm so we can buy the houses on the block?” I asked.

“Yeah, we’ll also go look for some medical space on the way,” Mary said. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” I said and she bent down and kissed me before she turned to rent a room in a shitty motel to spend the afternoon with her “friend.” As she eagerly ran off to see her lover, another stab of jealousy hammered my heart. I wanted nothing more than to ask Mary to come with me, to blow off seeing Alice.

You had your chance to control her, Mark, I told myself. You felt guilty about it so you freed her. And she loved you enough to stay when she found out what you did to her. So, just stop worrying, they’re just friends.

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“Why don’t we just stay in bed,” protested Alice as I bent down to grab my panties. Alice walked up behind me and caressed my ass.

“Because we have to go meet up with Mark,” I told her and kissed her pouty lips. “Its important to us that we buy these houses.”

“We can do that tomorrow,” Alice complained. “Let’s spend the night. Dean left on a business trip this morning. We can make love all night long.”

“We had fun today, but I need to get back to Mark,” I said, a hint of exasperation tinging my voice.

“Is that all it was, just fun!” Alice demanded.

“Oh, don’t be bitchy,” I told her. “I had a great time with you, Alice. And I can’t wait for our next encounter. But he’s my fiancee, okay. He needs to come first.”

“Fine,” Alice muttered.

I kissed her. “We can still get together,” I told her. “So don’t be mad.”

“Well, when will that be?” Alice asked, starting to get mollified.

“Let me think,” I said.

Alice reached over and fondled my freckled breast. “Please be soon, I can’t get enough of your gorgeous body.”

I smiled at the complement. “Well, tomorrow I have to see several caters for our wedding and a florists. And looking into the cake. And then my family is coming over for dinner that night. On Saturday, Mark and I have interviews for some bodyguards and then we’re going out on a date that evening.”

Alice pouted more, her finger pinching my nipple gently, sending delicious tingles through my body. “That’s too long.”

“Well, we can get together Sunday morning,” I told her. “I have dinner with Mark’s parents that night, but the morning’s free.”

“Fine, Sunday morning.”

“We’ll have a nice brunch and then I’ll make you cum so hard,” I told Alice.

She smiled, a naughty, seductive smile that transformed her face into something predatory. “You can make me cum right now?”

I sighed. She was as eager to fuck me as Mark was. Her fingers slipped down my naked body, gently toyed with my red pubic hair and started to caress my pussy. It was getting hard to remember why we needed to go as a finger slipped up my cunt. Pleasure was starting to burn through my body as her digit wiggled in and out of me.

I gritted my teeth and shoved her had out of my cunt. “We got to go, Mark’s waiting.” Alice’s finger wasn’t Mark’s cock. I wasn’t going to be distracted that easily.

“Fine,” Alice sighed. “Fine, let’s go see you fiancee.”

“C’mon, you’ll like him,” I said, patting her shoulders. “He’s a great guy.”

She snorted but didn’t say anything. What was her problem today?

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When I got home, two men were tearing out the ruined door frame. Allison and Lillian were flirting shamelessly with the two guys, dressed in sexy lingerie. Allison wore a cream bustier with black lace running up the stomach and bodice, cream panties trimmed in black lace, and white, sheer stalkings held up by the bustier garter belt. Lillian wore a gray, silk negligee that clung to her body like a second skin and fell just below her ass.

“Are these girls distracting you,” I asked the workers.

“N-no sir,” the first guy stammered, and his eyes kept darting to steal glances of the sluts.

“When you finish replacing the door, fuck the shit out of these sluts,” I told them. “Get back at them for being little cockteases and ride them hard.”

Allison giggled. “That sounds like a great idea.” Lillian licked her lips. “Ohh, I can’t wait to get bent over and fucked.”

The one hammering a nail in missed and hit his thumb. He never stopped smiling. I’m not even sure he felt the blow.

I went in the house and found the sluts I sent to get their cunt’s waxed earlier today were back. “Inspection time,” I ordered after I gathered them in the living room.

The sluts all raised their skirts for my inspection. Violet had a Brazilian wax and her tight slit made her look even younger. Fiona left a landing strip of bright, red hair. Karen had a triangular patch above her cunt of curly, brunette hair. Chasity decided to go completely bald, like Violet. Thamina left a V above her cunt, two wings of black pubic hair that pointed right at her clit.

I saw Desiree and I ordered her to put the thirteen duffel bags in the trunk of my car. Twenty-six million dollars was quite heavy and I didn’t want to lug it around the neighborhood.

I took the five sluts upstairs to my bed and had them strip me. Violet and Chasity unbuttoned my shirt while Karen knelt before me and unbuckled my belt and pushing my jeans down, followed by my boxers. She eagerly sucked my cock into her mouth. Someone was kneeling behind me and I felt hands spread my cheek and a wet tongue rimmed my asshole, sending a strange thrill through my body.

Fiona joined Karen and the two sluts took turns sucking my cock, licking around my mushroom head. That meant it was my Muslim slut, Thamina, who sucked on my asshole. Violet and Chasity had my shirt off and each sucked a nipple into her mouth. I didn’t get much out of the sluts sucking my nipples, but I let them do it anyways.

Fiona had her mouth around my cock and was sucking powerfully as she bobbed her head. Karen was underneath, sucking on my balls. Thamina’s tongue wiggled into my tight sphincter. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations on my body. My arms wrapped around Violet and Chasity, sliding down their backs to find their asses and I started to grope the sluts. Fiona’s mouth slid off my cock and Karen sucked me into her mouth as Fiona kissed the shaft of my cock. Hands started cupping my balls, massaging my nuts gently.

“Fuck, you sluts are nasty!” I moaned. “I’m gonna cum! I want to shoot on your face, Karen!”

Karen stopped sucking and Fiona jerked my cock off rapidly. Her hand has a nice grip and pumped fast. My balls tightened and Karen smiled up at me, eager for my cum. Four large spurts of cum splashed on Karen’s face, running thick down onto her breasts.

I sat down on the bed, kicking off my shoes and my pants that had bunched up at my ankles and watched the sluts lick Karen clean of all my cum while Karen just cooed in pleasure as four women’s tongues and hands ran all over her body. With a shuddering gasp, Karen came on her sister-slut’s fingers and lips.

Violet stood up, smiling at me and my eyes stared at her bald cunt. I licked my lips. I had to taste her, feel those smooth cunt lips on my face. I stretched out on the bed and motioned Violet to come to me. “I want to eat your cunt, slut.”

Violet beamed. “I’d love that, Master.”

Violet straddled my face, her naked cunt descending to my eager lips. She had a light, spicy flavor to her juices and I dug my tongue right into her cunt. The bed shook as someone climbed onto the bed and I felt a woman’s legs straddling my torso, her gentle fingers stroking my cock to full readiness. Her cunt was warm and wet as she slid down on my cock.

I didn’t know which slut was riding my cock, but she felt great as she rose up and down on my shaft, her cunt gripping my dick in its silky grasp. I wrapped my arms around Violet and gripped her teenage ass as I sucked on her pussy. Her pussy lips were smooth as silk on my face. The springs of the mattress squeaked as the slut riding my dick bounced faster and faster. Her cunt massaging the sensitive head of my cock.

“Umm, suck my titties, Violet,” Thamina said in a husky voice. There was a wet, sucking noise and I pictured Violet bending over and sucking on Thamina’s dusky tits as the Muslim rode my cock. Thamina’s cunt tightened as Violet was sucking on her breasts. “You’re so good at tit sucking,” Thamina moaned.

“Suck mine now,” Violet purred and then cooed in delight. “Ohh, you’re pretty good at tit sucking, too, Thamina. Oh, I going to cum. Master, your tongue feel so amazing in my tight little cunt!”

Violet’s bucked onto top of me, her cunt sliding about my lips as she orgasmed. Fresh juices flooded my mouth and I drank the tasty honey. Violet panted heavily and rolled off me, a large smile on her face. Thamina continued riding me, her nurse’s blouse opened and her dusky tits bounced as she fucked me. Her nipples were hard and wet from Violet’s suckling.

Fiona slid on the bed next to me, naked. On the other side of the bed, Karen was slipping into a sixty-nine with Violet, the former nun greedily eating the teenager’s cunt. Violet’s pink tongue lapped eagerly at Karen’s pussy. Fiona’s large tits, freckled like Mary’s, pressed against my arm as she moved her face in to kiss me. Her tongue explored my lips, licking Violet’s pussy-cum off my lips.

I grabbed one of Fiona’s heavy tits and drew it up to my hungry lips, sucking her hard nipple into my mouth. Fiona purred happily as I nibbled and sucked her hard nub. Thamina was moaning louder and louder, riding my cock faster and harder. She shrieked something in Arabic as her cunt convulsed on my cock. My body tensed and I nibbled on Fiona’s nipple as I came into Thamina’s twat. Four powerful jets of cum to feed her slutty cunt.

“Thank you, Master,” Thamina panted as she sat on my cock.

“Master, my cunt’s all empty,” Fiona whispered in my ear. “Can you fill it with your big cock?”

I grinned and kissed her. Thamina got off me and I rolled onto Fiona. Her legs spread invitingly open for me and I plunged my cock inside her and started fucking her hard. Violet and Karen were gasping and moaning, cumming on each other’s faces. Thamina leaned on her elbow and watched me fuck Fiona, smiling sweetly and playing with her cum-stained pussy. Chasity crawled onto the bed and shoved her face into Thamina’s cunt and sucked my cum out of the Muslim’s pussy.

When Mary texted me to let me know she was on her way, I had filled all five of the slut’s cunts with my cum and was enjoying Violet’s tight ass. It wouldn’t be long before I filled that hole with my cream as well. Violet was eating out Thamina’s cunt as I fucked her ass. Chasity was sitting on Karen’s face while Fiona ate Karen’s cunt.

After I came in Violet’s ass, I had Chasity clean my dirty cock with her mouth and then got dressed. “Sluts, get ready for tonight,” I ordered as I left. Tonight, my friends were coming over to play D&D and I wanted all the sluts showered and ready to be fucked. I would let each of my buddy’s choose a slut to be his personal slave for the night, excluding Korina who was still recovering from her gunshot, and Violet. Violet was a virgin when I fucked her and I wanted no other cock to know her cunt but mine for the rest of her life. Violet would be my personal slave for the night.

When I went downstairs I found the two repairmen fucking Allison and Lillian in the living room. Our new front door had been replaced and the men were enjoying their bonus. Allison and Lillian knelt side by side as the men fucked them from behind and were making out.

“When you’re finished, sluts, you need to get ready for tonight,” I ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Allison gasped and Lillian moaned, “I can’t wait to play with your friends!”

A cream Jetta pulled into the driveway as I stepped outside and Mary opened the door and happily walked over to me. Her auburn hair looked beautiful in the sunlight. She hugged me and kissed me passionately, and I could taste Alice’s cunt on her lips. When I broke the kiss I could see her friend, Alice, starting daggers at me, her hands white-knuckled as she gripped her car door. Shit, was Alice jealous of Mary kissing me.

When Mary broke the hug, she turned to Alice. “This is Alice, she’s going to be my maid-of-honor.” The look Alice gave Mary was dewy eyed. She looked like a puppy staring at her master. Was she in love with Mary? “Remember, do not use your powers on her,” Mary whispered, reminding me of a promise I made.

“Yeah,” I said, frowning.

Alice briefly shook my hand when she walked up to us. “Nice to meet you,” she said stiffly.

“Yeah, likewise,” I replied, just as stiffly.

“See, isn’t he a great guy?” Mary asked her lover.

“Sure,” Alice answered, smiling at Mary. She cleared her throat. “So Mark, we’re going to buy all the houses on this street. There’s what, a dozen houses.”

“Thirteen,” I corrected.

“Well, I have some paperwork drawn up, but I don’t think you’ll get much luck on anyone selling their houses,” Alice said. “People just don’t like to sell their houses out of the blue. Even if you make a generous offer, some will need to think about it and others just won’t care about the money. It’s their home. People get weird when it comes to their home.”

“Don’t worry,” Mary said. “Mark could talk a minister’s wife out of her panties and fuck her behind the pulpit while her husband gives a sermon.”

Alice raised her eyebrows at that, then choose to ignore what she clearly thought was Mary’s boast. Mary had a wicked smile on her face and I bet she would love to see me fuck a minister’s wife in the middle of church. I would love it too. “Well, let’s get this over with,” Alice said impatiently, interrupting my fantasy.

“I have the money in the trunk of my mustang,” I said. “It’s too heavy to lug it all round the neighborhood.”

I drove us to the entrance parking in front of the third house in. That left us within a quick walk of six houses, half the street. We were going to need these houses. I planned on giving one to my mom, plus the bodyguards we were going to recruit would need a few houses for their barracks. For the other houses, who knows. Maybe Mary’s father might move into one, along with her younger sister. And Shannon, Mary’s older sister, would probably get another. And of course, Antsy could live with my mom or get her own house.

Of course, any households that had a beautiful wife or hot teenage daughter would get to stay for the small price of letting me fuck their women whenever I wanted. Anastasia from my Naked Jogging Club would be staying and Madeleine, as well. For the rest, I was hoping for one or two more households to hang onto.

I popped the trunk and grabbed a duffel bag and walked to the first house on my side of the street, 2902 Mountain View Ct SW. The house was a light blue with dark blue trim, three stories, surrounded by a beautifully maintained lawn with sculpted bushes, flowering plants, and a stone fountain carved with angels. I knocked at the door and a sullen looking teenage boy opened the door.

“I need to speak to your mom or dad,” I said.

“Mom!” he hollered and a moment later a frumpy looking woman, a good fifty pounds overweight, walked up to the door. “Hi,” she greeted, friendly enough, “I’m Mona, how can I help you.”

“Is your husband home?” I asked. It would be a lot simpler both spouses were present.

“No, I’m not married,” Mona answered.

There was bitterness in her voice and a mean impulse shot through me. “What happened to him.”

“He ran off with his secretary,” Mona bitterly said.

“I bet she was a pretty thing?” I asked with a grin.

Mona flushed in anger. “The asshole’s welcomed to have her. The slut spread her legs for every partner at the firm. I bet she still’s spreading her legs behind his back. But I got the house and a nice settlement.”

“Well, your house is what I’ve come to speak to you about,” I said. “This is my fiancee, Mary, and our realtor, Alice. We just moved into the house up the street.”

“Where the cops have been too twice?” Mona asked, pointedly.

“Yeah,” I told her. “You’re going to sell us your house for two million dollars. I got the cash right here and Alice has some paperwork for you to sign.”

“Okay,” Mona said. She frowned in surprise at how quickly she agreed.

Alice blinked, and asked, “Excuse me, Mona. Did you just agree to sell your house to him? Just like that?”

“I guess I did,” Mona replied. “It just felt right.”

“Of course it did, so let’s sign some papers,” I told her. “You have until tomorrow to move out. Put your stuff in storage and rent a hotel room until you find a new place, okay.”

“Sure,” Mona nodded.

“Wait, what mom?” her teenage son gaped. “We’re moving!”

The next house was far more promising. At 2906 a cute, teenage girl named Issy answered the door. She was a beautiful angel with a heart-shaped face, blue eyes and short hair dyed green with black streaks. She had a lean build and toned legs of an athlete so invited her to join my Jogging Club.

“It meets at Madeleine’s house at 6 am,” I told her. “You’ll have a lot of fun.”

“Okay,” she giggled.

I bought the house from her parents, the Norups, and let them live in the house for free.

“We can stay in the house for free?” asked doughty Mrs. Norup.

“Yeah, but I get to sleep with your daughter whenever I want,” I answered. “You two don’t have a problem with that, you’re more than happy to let me have her.”

“Absolutely,” a balding Mr. Norup nodded and shook my hand.

“What?” gasped Alice. “That’s disgusting! Fuck this shit!” and stormed out of the house. Anger and disgust were furrowed on her forehead.

Mary chased after her and when I looked out the window, Mary had caught up with Alice and stopped her and started talking to her. Mary reached out and stroked Alice’s hand and brought her fingers up to her lips to kiss them. Alice sighed and nodded, and then leaned in and kissed Mary on the lips. The pair tongue wrestled for a minute, then walked back into the house.

“I straightened it out,” Mary said as the walked in.

Feeling a surge of jealousy, I grabbed Mary and kissed her as passionately as I could. Mary melted against me, kissing me back just as passionately. Issy cat-called behind us and, when I broke the kiss, Mary was breathless. I glanced at Alice and she was giving me the stink eye.

“Are you a virgin, Issy?” Mary asked the girl.

“Of course,” Issy, said flushing.

“Are you really?” I asked. The girl barely shook her head no, hoping her parents wouldn’t see the movement. That was a shame. Mary and I needed to find a pair of virgins to deflower. Well, tomorrow I would try the local high school if there where no virgins on the block. There was bound to be a few virgins there.

The next house was a big disappointment. Mr. and Mrs. Lowery were in their fifties and all their children had grown up and moved away years ago. Zane Bullard lived in the next house, he was a widower with a five year old daughter and we quickly got him to sell his house. The fifth house was just as disappointing, a gay couple lived there.

Finally, at the sixth house I found some promising girls. The Rhee family, Koreans, were very friendly and had two teenage daughters, Iseul was seventeen and Yun was fourteen. Both girls were petite and gorgeous. So the Rhee family got to stay in their house. Sadly, neither of the girls were true virgins. Iseul gave up her maidenhead to her boyfriend at prom and Yun found her mother’s vibrator and popped her cherry just three days earlier.

The next two houses were a bust, the Gomez’s had a son and a fat daughter, and the wife was in a wheelchair suffering from MS. Mrs. Endicott weighed three hundred pounds and her daughter had graduated from college. I bought Madeleine’s house and let her stay, of course. The next house was also a bust, the wife was badly scarred in an accident and they only had sons.

Anastasia, from my jogging club, was more than happy to sell her house and her husband, Stan, was more than happy to let me fuck his wife. At the next house I met Mrs. Stainthrope, a gorgeous trophy wife and let her and her husband stay, provide I could stick my dick in her tight cunt. Mr. Stainthrope didn’t seem to mind. The final house was another bust, another fat wife and teenage sons.

All in all, Mary and I had eight houses we could use until we built are mansion. There was still a lot paperwork to sign to make the purchases legal, but that was just a formality. The block was ours and what women remained were ours to do with as we pleased while their husbands and fathers smiled on approvingly. We said goodbye to Alice, handed over her commission, and I shook her hand and Mary kissed her lips.

Mary disappeared upstairs to get ready. She was going clubbing with a friend of hers, Diane, and I wanted to make sure the sluts were all ready for my guest to arrive. For years I had been playing D&D with the same group of guys. Usually we played at my house, every Thursday. I was too busy last Thursday, having fun with my new powers. Fucking my sluts should make it up to them, though.

I had the sluts, under Lillian’s supervision, set up the dining room table to be our gaming room and then gather in the living room. We had a full stock of sodas and chips and pizza was on its way. Noel and Willow, our newest sluts, had gotten home in time, as had Jessica. Noel wore the sexy cop outfit I ordered her purchase and Willow a sexy nurses outfit. Jessica, on her own initiative, had purchased a slutty, office-lady outfit, with the shortest miniskirt possible. The skirt barely covered her ass when she stood up straight and when she bent over, all her charms were on display. The blouse was tight and sheer. A pair black fishnet stockings were held up by a garter belt and stiletto heels made her ass sway so fucking sexy when she walked.

The doorbell rang I opened the door to see Quatch looking around in amazement. Quatch was a big guy and covered in black hair. He had a shaggy beard, hairy arms and back, so he got the nickname Sasquatch which somehow gotten shortened down to Quatch. I wasn’t sure what his real name was, James or John, maybe. He was my best friend.

“Hey man,” he said and whistled. “How the fuck are you staying here.”

“I won poker tournament,” I told my friend. “Come in. Meet the girls.”

All the sluts, save Lillian, were gathered in the living room in their slutty maid outfits, or cop and nurses outfits for the four special sluts. “Hello, sir,” they all greeted Quatch and his mouth fell open.

“Who the fuck are all these girls, Mark?” he gasped. “Christ, I can see their tits. Did you hire a bunch of prostitutes?”

“These are our sex slaves,” I told him. “They’ll do whatever my fiancee and I tell them too. And I mean anything!” I said with a wink.

“Seriously,” he stammered.

“Seriously,” I said. “Choose one, and she’ll give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”

“Is this a joke?” I shook my head and answered, “Nope.”

“Fuck, eh, how about the nurse.”

“Which one?” I asked.

“Oh shit, you have two of them,” he said, licking his lips. “This one.”

“That’s Dr. Willow,” I said.

Willow walked over and kissed Quatch, her body melting against him. Quatch stood frozen for a second and then wrapped his arms around Willow’s lithe body and kissed her back. The doorbell rang again and I smiled. My friends and I were going to have a lot of fun tonight.

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I watched them from the shadows, scurrying like the vermin they where.

I hated them all. The descendants of Adam and that submissive slut he replaced me with. Eve. Her name left a bitter taste in my mouth. I hated her and her mongrel children. I had hounded her children, tormented them and sent my monstrous children to terrorize them. I showed them no mercy and for that I was cast into the Abyss with the fallen angels, with Lucifer, as my final punishment.

I watched Mary scurry upstairs and disrobe to take a shower. Downstairs, Mark, disgusting, arrogant Mark, prattled about with all the women he forced to submit to him. I hated Mark most of all. That disgusting insect thought he could lay hands upon me. Last night I would have drank his entire essence, sucked him dry, if it wasn’t for his damned Wish he made with Lucifer.

I guess I should just count myself lucky that it was Mary that used the gem and not Mark. Lucifer loved to degrade me, and making me serve a man was just his style. And Mark was just the sort of man who would love to make me serve him forever. Forced to satisfy any and all of his sexual appetites.

“Lilith,” a voice whispered from the shadow, shivering through my body.

“Lucifer,” I answered. What did he want. Lucifer was always butting in, interfering where he wasn’t wanted.

Lucifer appeared behind me, shining with light. Brilliant and beautiful. When mortals summoned him, he would appear to match their expectations. These days that meant that ridiculous, evil lawyer get-up. He would appear at the crossroads as a dark, handsome man with scarlet eyes that practically dripped evil. It was so over the top. But Lucifer, the Morning Star, was really a being of pure light, of radiance, and loved to shine brightly whenever he could. He was always to full of himself. The only thing that shined brighter than his body was his pride. It’s why he had rebelled and why he had been cast into the Abyss.

“You’re Mark is pathetic,” I snarled at Lucifer. “Unlimited power and all he does with it is get a house full of women.”

“He’s the perfect choice,” Lucifer answered.

“I’ll crush him,” I snarled. “I’ll ruin your precious plans.” You’ll regret ever giving me the chance to be active in the mortal world.

Lucifer shrugged. “All outcomes will benefit me, Lilith.”

Anger bubbled through me. Lucifer was always so smug. “I’ll turn his little slut against him.”

A smirk creased Lucifer’s mouth. “I’d love to see that.”

He didn’t believe I could do it. Anger boiled in me. If there was one thing I could do, it was seduce pathetic mortals. Their passions ruled them, made the weak, biddable. I just needed to apply the right pressure and Mary would be begging to help me crush Mark. I’ll show Lucifer, I thought in anger as I moved through the shadows, standing behind Mary.

I stepped out of the shadows and into the steamy shower. Lucifer couldn’t follow. The shadows were the highest part of the Abyss, where only the most powerful of those trapped could venture. From the shadows, you could see the mortal world, see all the pleasures and joys it contained, and know you were forever denied them. The only way to cross over was for some pathetic mortal to summon you. So long as Mary held off using her last boon, I could freely enter the mortal world.

Mary jumped in surprise when she felt my lust permeating her body. She turned, water running down her naked form. Mary’s emerald eyes widened in lust, her nipples hardened into tiny, erect nubs, and the scent of her arousal filled my nostril. Mary’s tongue slid across her red lips and I could see her hand tremble as she desired to reach out and touch my lush form.

“Lilith,” Mary said, wrenching her eyes from my breasts. There was a touch of anger in her voice. She was still mad about what I did to Mark last night. The worm deserved it, and more. I would crush him and this stupid little girl would help me. Once my lust had fully flooded her, she would be putty in my hands and I would shape her into a weapon. My cunt grew wet at the thought.

I pressed my body against hers, felt her hard nipples rubbing against my fleshy breasts. She backed away from me, shuddering as she climaxed. I was Lilith, the Succubus, and my touch was pure lust. Her back hit the shower wall and there was no place for her to go. I pinned her, my lips capturing hers in a kiss. Her legs parted eagerly and I could feel her hard clit and wet lips of my pussy and I started to slowly tribbed the girl.

“I enjoyed watching you and those men this morning,” I whispered into her ear. “There’s nothing hotter than a woman putting a man in his place.”

“It was fun,” moaned Mary. The girl shuddered in my arms as she came, again. Mary was getting better at resisting my passions, but not even she could fight off my lust and her orgasms when my cunt kissed her clit.

“I bet you would love to make more men crawl before you.” I licked her ear and she gasped and came again, her cunt juices drenching my pubic hair. “To make them beg to pleasure you. To degrade them the way Mark degrades women!”

“Yes! I want to do that!” Mary hissed. “It was so hot, I came so hard as they fucked me! And then to hear that guy beg to make him cum! How pathetic he sounded as I walked away. It was so intoxicating!”

“I can give you that,” Lilith whispered. “You can Mark your obedient slave.”

“What?” Mary asked, frowning, her desire fading away.

“Mark made you his slave, wouldn’t you love to do the same to him.” Her body trembled in my arms, her breath quickening. I could feel her thoughts whirling in her mind. I could taste her fantasies. Mark crawling before her. Mark begging to fuck her, begging to be allowed to cum inside her. “He made you his slave, make him yours. Degrade him, punish him. Get even with him!”

Scenarios whirled in her mind, and I inserted even nastier images. I could feel her desire build as the disgusting, degrading fantasies I inserted filled her mind. Mark sucking on her toes, worshiping her feat. Mary stepping on his cock, on his balls, crushing them between her toes as he moaned in pain and pleasure. Mark bent over a table, as Mark had bent her over so many tables, and Mary fucking his ass with a strap-on. Mark eating his cum out of her cunt like a sissy. Mark watching in the corner as men fucked her, stroking his little cock while a real man pleasured her. And then she would let him crawl across the bed and eat the other man’s cum from her pussy. She was so close to giving in, I could feel her answer on the tip of her tongue. She wanted it so badly.

“I love him,” Mary whispered, weakening.

“You can always let him go after you’ve had you’re fun,” I lied.

Her body stiffened. Somehow my words strengthened her resistance. “No,” a whisper escaped her lips. “No!” There was more force the second time and then she shoved me off of her. “No, Lilith! Not Mark. We’re equals. I was his slave but he set me free! I could degrade and humiliate any man, but not Mark. You don’t do that to someone you love!”

I snarled at her, anger bubbling up inside me. How did the little bitch resist those impulses. I built them on her fantasies, on her desires. It should have worked. The bitch should have been putty in my hand. She was only a human, nothing more than a slave to her desires. So how in the name of Creation did she resist?

“I don’t want you appearing before me, before Mark, or any of our sluts, unless you’re summoned, Lilith,” Mary ordered in anger. “You’re my slave!” I could feel the chains of her summoning upon me, dragging me back into the shadows, back into the Abyss.

Lucifer laughed, that damned, knowing smirk on his lips as I appeared in the shadows.

“That should have worked,” I muttered in embarrassed anger.

“It would have if you had at all paid attention,” Lucifer replied.

I frowned, and then I smiled as seductively as possible. “What do you know, Lucifer?”

“You’re trying to split up soul mates,” Lucifer answered. “If I hadn’t arranged for Mark to read that book and learn how to summon me, he would have met Mary anyways. It was destiny, I just fudged how they met. Twisted their lives to serve my designs.”

“Why?” I asked suspiciously. “Why would you want a pawn so full of love?”

Lucifer smiled, beautiful and evil and powerful all at the same time. A shiver ran through my body, fear and lust warring inside me. “Humans have done such amazing things for love,” Lucifer exulted. “David sent Bathsheba’s husband to his death so he could have her. Mark Anthony rebelled for love and died for love. Justinian destroyed the future of his Empire for the love of his whorish wife. For Love, Paris kidnapped Helen and for love the Kings of Greece destroyed the City of Troy. Love has made men and women betray their countries, their friends, their children. For love, humans will lie, will steal, will murder. A person in love will commit acts that they never imagined they could. The question is, Lilith, why wouldn’t I use a pawn in love.”

His laugh was deep, throaty and powerful, echoing through the shadows. I could feel his ardor rolling off him in waves and my eyes glanced down to his shining cock. Humiliation roiled through my body. I was going to have to pleasure him. How I hated being used to satisfy a man’s lust. One day I’ll have all the power, Lucifer, one day you’ll pleasure me!

His hands were on my shoulder and I sank down to my knees. There was no use fighting it. Lucifer ruled the Abyss. My body was just one of the many perks of the King of Hell. It was exactly how Milton had wrote, “Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.” My mouth opened and his cock entered my mouth. I closed my eyes, as Lucifer’s glow intensified as his pleasure increased and I sucked hard at the head of his cock.

My ploy with Mary may have failed, but that was just a passing amusement. Nothing would have been more satisfying to watch than Mark getting degraded by his own woman, but I had another way to destroy Mark and derail Lucifer’s plans. One that could not be stopped. The seed was already planted in fertile soil and when it sprouted, I would destroy Mark and be free of the Abyss, forever. I will have all the freedom denied you, Lucifer. You can rule in Hell. I will rule on Earth!

So laugh all you want and continue in the misguided belief that events are serving you. Continue making me your whore, like Adam thought he could. I broke free of his domination and I’ll break free of yours. You made a huge mistake loosing me in the world again. One day, you will crawl on you knees before me and grovel for my embrace. I could almost feel Lucifer’s lips on my feet, delighting in his imagined humiliation. His cock erupted fire into my lips, his seed burned as I swallowed.

Soon, Lucifer, soon you’ll be my slave.

To be continued …

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