Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

"How?" I asked, curious.

There was a naughty twinkle in her eye. She pointed to the two salesgirls lounging at the register. One was a blonde with short hair, wearing a pink-plaid, very short, Catholic schoolgirl skirt; a white corset with black lacings; and knee high, white socks. The other girl was behind the counter and wore a red corset, laced up the front, the bodice pushing up her tits. Her hair was black, with blue and purple streaks, gathered in twin pigtails. Both girls had black lipstick and multiple piercings dotting their lips, noses, and eyebrows.

"If you stood behind the girl at the cash register, I bet you could be fucking her and no one could tell. Just lift up her skirt and bury your cock inside," Mary whispered. "That should keep you busy while the blonde helps me find some outfits."

"What if she doesn't have a skirt?" I asked, straining to look.

"Then fuck the blonde," Mary answered, shaking her head at me, amazed I could be so stupid. "But I bet you she's wearing a skirt, and she's tall enough for this to work."

"I love your idea."

"Of course you do," Mary answered. "What guy wouldn't?"

"Gabe," I quipped, remembering the gay clerk from Navy Republic.

Mary giggled. "Fine, what straight guy wouldn't like my idea?"

Lillian Franks

"Ugg, I can't wait to get off," I moaned to Anne.

"Do you have plans, Lillian?" my blonde coworker asked, pretending to straighten the little display of cute, gothy keychains before the cash register in the off chance our boss showed up.

"I do," I grinned. "There's this club down in Tacoma me and a girlfriend are going to."

"What's it called?" Anne asked. "Is it hot?"

"The hottest lesbian club in town," I nodded. "The Clam Diver."

"Oh, a lezzie club," Anne sighed. "You know I go for guys."

"But girls are fun, too," I pointed out. "I seem to recall quite a fun time on your couch before your roommate walked in and yelled at us."

"Yeah, Jessie can be a bit of a prude," Anne shrugged. "But she pays her rent and cleans the apartment."

A couple walked in, a tall guy with dark hair, a little heavy set, and a cute redhead clinging to him. I straightened up as Anne greeted in her smoky voice, "Welcome to Goth Topic."

The man looked behind the counter, his blue eyes lighting up with interest as he saw the short, black skirt I wore with a lacy hem and the black, thigh-high fishnets that covered my pale legs. His eyes told me everything; he thought I was dressed like a slut. It wasn't far from the truth, and I put on a big smile. He was a little handsome, and those eyes...I could gaze into them all day.

"Hi, I'm Mark and this is Mary," he said in a friendly manner, his words seemed to stir something in my soul. "What are you two beautiful ladies names?"

"I'm Lillian," I answered immediately, wanting to obey this guy, "and this is Anne."

"Anne, I want you to help Mary with her shopping," he ordered my coworker. "Do whatever she wants, no matter how strange."

"Of course," Anne answered, smiling with her pierced lips. She took Mary's hand and led her deeper into the store. A naughty image of Anne on her knees, her faced buried between the redhead's thighs, flashed through my head. I needed to stop watching so much porn.

Mark turned to me, and I licked my black lips. "You are going to let me fuck you."

"Absolutely," I purred, my pussy instantly becoming wet. That voice was so commanding; I would do anything for this guy. Anything.

"We're going to fuck right here," he told me. "I'll be behind you and if anyone asks, I'm training you." I licked my lips excitedly as he walked behind the counter. "Take off your panties."

"Yes, sir," I cooed, reaching under my skirt and pulled down a pair of black, ruffled panties. I stepped out of them and he snatched them out of my hand and held them to his face, taking a deep sniff, then he stuffed them into his pants pocket.

This guy was something else. I had never met someone so confident; pussy juices leaked down my thighs.

He unzipped his fly and whipped out his hard cock, moving behind me. I couldn't wait to feel that plunging in and out of my naughty snatch. I shivered when he lifted my skirt up, his cock nudging my ass cheeks as he pressed between my legs, then slid against my thighs.

"Fuck me," I hissed. "I need it so bad!"

He found my hot, wet hole.

We both groaned as he slowly slid into my warm depths, and I squeezed my cunt about his cock. He bottomed out inside, pressing against my womb. I breathed in deeply, wiggling my hips as pleasure burst through me. Then he fucked me. He only used short, slow strokes, barely pulling any of his cock out before sliding back in.

This was so hot. Outside the store, dozens of people streamed past the entrance, unaware that we were fucking just fifteen feet away. This was the greatest day of my life! I loved exhibitionism, but never had I dared it in such a public place. Sure I had let a gal finger me on the dance floor, or a guy work his cock inside me in a bathroom, but this...

This was heaven!

I savored Mark's cock buried in my juicy cunt as he slowly fucked me, and a tiny orgasm trembled through me as I watched all the people stream by. I was so naughty. I couldn't believe I was this slutty, but I loved it. Mark kept fucking me, and another little cum surged through me.

A pair of giggling, young women, maybe eighteen or nineteen, stumbled into the store. He stopped fucking me, resting hilt deep inside my cunt. I was breathing heavily and, feeling naughty, I squeezed and relaxed my cunt on his cock.

"This is so cute," one of the young women exclaimed, holding up a necklace. Then she immediately walked up to the counter. "I have to get this, like now! OMG, it's so cute!"

I didn't know if the necklace was cute, but she definitely was in that low-cut blouse showing off a pair of small tits. She rested her arms on the counter and I could see straight down her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and I caught a flash of pink nipple as she shifted.

Mark gave a soft grunt; and then he flooded my pussy with his cum. I gasped, another orgasm trembling through me as the young woman babbled on about the necklace. I struggled to keep my pleasure hidden, fighting to moan as loud as possible and throw back my head and just let the pleasure take me away.

"Are you all right?" the customer asked, giving me a quizzical look. Does she know? I hope so. Another wonderful surge of pleasure rippled through me.

"Just fine," I answered as another jet of semen flooded my cunt. Then I grinned, "I ate a really big sausage and it just filled me up." I clenched my cunt hard on his dick, wiggling my hips.

"Okay," the woman muttered, handing me a twenty. I fumbled with the register, trying to not let out the explosive moan as another delightful cum filled me up, pleasure trembling through my body. I had never orgasmed so much in such a short time. This was the hottest sex I had ever had.

The woman and her friend left; Mark started fucking me again. His cock never softened. What an amazing man.

"Fuck, that was hot!" he grunted.

"Uh-huh," I gasped.

Alison Hertz

I stepped off the bus dressed in my favorite t-shirt. The bus driver sure appreciated it, staring at me in his passenger mirror at every chance he could. I preened for him, thrusting my tits out. The shirt was pink, and far too small for me, molding around my braless tits. My nipples, each pierced by silver barbells, dimpled the front, and the word's "Daddy's Little Girl" were printed across my tits, only "Girl" was crossed out and "Slut" was written above it. It went well with the skirt made of shredded wisps of purple and white fabric.

I was at one of my favorite places in the world--the South Hill Mall.

I loved to troll around, shopping for clothes or makeup or lovers. Especially lovers. I had probably been fucked in every bathroom stall in the entire mall, department stores included. I was always on the prowl for a hot guy or cute girl to seduce and have a good time with.

Because we're sluts, my subconscious desire whispered. It's all we're good for.

I grinned, nodding my head and toying with a lock of my bubblegum-pink hair. Not my natural hair-color, but it was so much more interesting dyed pink than the old, light brown. I strolled across the parking lot, my tits bouncing and my hips rolling, and I loved all the guys, and a few gals, checking me out.

The mall's air conditioning washed over me like a cool curtain. I took a leisurely stroll down the mall, gazing at cute outfits in the windows, the adorable cell phone covers at this kiosk, and I had to go into this shoe store, The Lady's Slipper, to try on the cutest pair of pumps. Too bad I couldn't afford them, but that didn't stop me from testing them out.

It was fun letting the shopgirl see that I wasn't wearing panties. Her eyes widened, she blushed, and quickly looked down. But her eyes kept glancing up, and I was a little interested. She was cute, with her brown hair bobbed short and a freckled nose gracing her round face. If I didn't find a better prospect to be my lover, then teaching this bi-curious gal how to lick pussy would be pretty fun.

After a few minutes of living the fantasy with those pumps, I returned to reality, and headed back into the mall. I strolled near Goth Topic, and that was a place where you could always get a very friendly service, and a hot outfit.

A cute, goth girl stood at the register, and a man was behind her. I frowned; he didn't fit in, wearing a plain T-shirt, and it looked like he was rubbing himself against the shopgirl. Her cheeks were flushed, and she gripped the counter.

They're fucking, my subconscious whispered excitedly. Now doesn't that look like some naughty fun to join in on?

Yes it did. I walked into the store.

I wept as I made the final pilgrimage through the South Hill Mall, stopping last at Goth Topic. Tomorrow, this holy site would be torn down. My anger at Lilith reached its crest. That Demon had a lot to answer for.

--Excerpt from The Journal of High Priestess Daisy Cunningham

Mark Glassner

I was balls deep in Lillian's cunt when this stunningly beautiful, slutty young woman sauntered in.

She walked with the confidence of a woman that knew how gorgeous she was and loved the effect it had on everyone in the room. Her hair was dyed bubblegum-pink, her skirt was made of shredded wisps of purple and white fabric that barely covered her ass, and a tight t-shirt that fit tight across her tits and it was quite clear her ample breasts were not supported by a bra. Her nipples were hard, clearly outlined in the thin material of her shirt. There were dimples on either side of her nipples--it took me a moment to realize that they were pierced. The shirt was pink and had "Daddy's little Girl" written across her breasts, only the word "Girl" was cross out and underneath was written "Slut."

She was a slutty vision of beauty.

Lillian gasped, and jerked her hand up from below the counter; she had been fingering her clit. The pink-haired girl noticed the motion and smiled wickedly, winking at Lillian, clearly not fooled. She sauntered over to the counter and breathed in deeply. We reeked of pussy juices and cum; the pink-haired girl's smile was naughty and knowing.

"Whatcha doin'?" she purred.

"T-training," Lillian stammered, trying to sound normal.

"Slut training?" the girl asked with a smirk.

"Oh, yeah!" Lillian moaned, her pussy squeezing down on my cock. "I'm such a whore!"

The jig was up, so I began to fuck her hard, letting the new woman see exactly what I was doing. The smile grew on the pink-haired girl, spurring me to really pound Lillian's cunt. The goth slut gasped and moaned, tossing back her head, then slipped her hand between her legs.

The pink-haired girl stopped Lillian, grabbing her hand. "Let me help!"

The slutty woman's hand disappeared under Lillian's skirt. Her fingers caressed my cock as it plunged into Lillian's cunt before she frigged Lillian's clit. Lillian gasped and her cunt rapidly constricted on my cock as she came.

"Fuck!" Lillian moaned. "I was so horny I came when you touched me."

The girl laughed and licked Lillian's juices off her fingers. What a fucking slut! My balls were about to boil over, and I drove harder and harder into Lillian, desperate to cum again. I grunted, my body tensing, and then my dick erupted and I shot a second load of cum while the pink-haired slut continued licking her fingers clean, like a cat savoring a bowl of cream.

"Fuck," I groaned, breathing heavily on Lillian's neck.

The teenager ran her pink tongue over her full lips slowly, a silver stud pierced her tongue. "How's her training? Did she live up to your expectations?"

"She's a natural," I groaned, as Lillian started to gently squeeze her cunt on my cock again. "She really strives to please, which is important in customer service." From the back of the store I heard a muffled moan and wondered what Mary and Anne were getting up to. Probably Anne's tongue in Mary's cunt.

The slut giggled, a wicked, trilling laugh. "I've always wanted to work at Goth Topic. Can you give me some training?"

Holy shit! This girl was going to let me fuck her without me having to make her. Fuck, I couldn't believe it. I was so excited, and Lillian's cunt felt so warm and tight as she massaged my cock with her pussy walls. My balls went into overdrive; I shot a third load of cum up inside her.

"Absolutely!" I panted. "Just have to interview you first."

"Oh, of course," she nodded seriously.

"What's your name? And how old are you?"

"Alison Hertz, and I'm almost nineteen."

"Well Alison, take off your panties and let me see what kind of pussy I'll be working with."

"I'm not wearing panties," Alison confided, lifting up the front of her skirt. Her pussy was shaved smooth, her slit tight,and juices glistened on her lips. Tattooed above her pussy was "Cum on in," with a little, red arrow pointing at her clit.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked. "The tattoo artist looks like a master."

"Right here in the mall," Alison purred, licking her lips suggestively. "After he finished, I let the tattoo artist cum on in and he was more than happy to give me the tat for free."

"And those nipple piercing? Did your piercer cum on in, too?"

She shook her head. "I had to lick her tight pussy to get those."

Fuck me. She was a perverts wet dream.

"Well, you're hired," I told her.

Alison walked behind the counter and pulled up the back of her skirt to expose a perky ass. I pulled out of Lillian's cunt and moved behind Alison. I had to bend a little lower, but I stuffed my cock up into Alison's tight cunt. Lillian was between us and the entrance, blocking us from view allowing me to fuck the pink-haired, almost-nineteen-year-old slut hard and fast.

"Fuck that whore!" Lillian urged, lifting her black skirt with one hand and playing with her messy pussy with the other. Lillian brought her stained fingers to her lips. Alison slid her hand between the salesgirl's legs and shoved two fingers up Lillian's cunt. "You naughty slut!" moaned Lillian. "That feels so nice!"

"And you feel so wet," Alison whispered, then leaned over and kissed Lillian. "Oh, god, fuck me stud!" The pink-haired slut hissed when she finished kissing Lillian. "I'm close to cumming!"

I fucked her harder, her cunt spasming pleasantly on my dick as she came loudly, drawing the attention of passing mall shopper, a middle-aged woman dressed in a conservative, cloud blue pantsuit; a nasty look sneered across her face.

As the woman entered the store, a nasty thought popped into my mind. I pulled my cock slowly out of Alison's cunt, trying to move as little as possible, then I slid my wet dick between the cheeks of her ass and slowly pushed it into her asshole.

Alison stiffened and gasped, then giggled, "What a bad man. Umm, that is nice."

"Are you okay, dear?" the woman asked, eyeing the flushed teenager as my dick slid deeper and deeper.

"I'm just fine," Alison panted. "Just being trained. It's my first day."

The woman peered suspiciously at us as my cock bottomed out in her tight, hot asshole. Alison squirmed a bit, trying to get used to my shaft invading her ass. "Are you sure, sweetheart?"

"Oh, yes," Alison gasped as I slowly withdrew my dick, then pressed it forward, savoring the feel of her hot, velvety ass. "He's an amazing trainer. Right, Lillian?"

Lillian licked her lips. "Oh, yes! He cums here all the time. To make sure we're well trained."

This conversation was too much for me, and I came in Alison's ass, grunting in pleasure, and burying into the slut's ass. My entire body trembled, and a second, louder groan, escaped my lips as Alison's ass milked another blast of cum out of my cock.

"You three are some disgusting deviants!" the woman shrilled. "I'm going to get mall security."

"No you're not," I ordered her. "You're going to come back her and suck my cum out of Alison's ass for being such a nosy bitch. And don't stop eating her asshole until she cums."

The woman, looking completely confused and ashamed, walked behind the counter and dropped to her knees behind Alison. She lifted the slut's skirt, spread her asscheek, and exposed a brown, winking hole dripping with white semen. The woman gingerly placed her lips on Alison asshole and sucked.

"Oh, fuck!" Alison moaned. "You are one nasty guy! Um, that's it. Lick my ass, bitch! Suck out all his cum! Oh, yes! I'm going to cum on your bitchy lips!"

My cock was dirty from Alison's ass, so I lifted Lillian's skirt. Her wet pussy would clean it up, and I shoved my dick into her sloppy pussy, fucking her slowly. I looked over at Alison and asked, "You ever wanted to be a sex slave?"

"Oh, yes," she panted. "I love it when a guy takes charge. And you...oh, my God, you are amazing! Please, let me be your slave!"

"Why I am not surprised you found another girl to amuse yourself with," Mary said as she walked up, trailed by a thoroughly disheveled Ann. The salesgirl's lips were smeared with Mary's pussy juices and she carried several bags of clothes.

"This is Alison," I told her as Lillian moaned on my cock. "Alison, this is my girlfriend Mary."

"Oh, nice to meet you!" Alison gasped.

"Alison is going to be our sex slave from now on," I told Mary. She arched an eyebrow at me. "Alison, you'll do anything, no matter how filthy or depraved, that me or Mary tell you to do."

"Oh, absolutely!" Alison gushed. "That sounds wonderful! Thank you, Master. Thank you, Mistress. I'll be the best slut-slave ever!"

"Well, she definitely dressed for it," Mary said, reading the words printed on Alison shirt. "And, um, who is eating out her ass?"

"Some prudish bitch. She's going to pay for your clothes, right?"

There was a muffled "yes" from between Alison's perky cheeks.

I leaned down to grab the prudish bitch's purse, trying not to pull out of Lillian. I almost fell over, and my dick sadly slipped out of her warm cunt. I grabbed the purse and shoved my cock back inside the salesgirl's pussy. I opened it up and pulled out her wallet. I found a credit card and handed it to Lillian so she could ring up the purchase. I found about a hundred in cash and pocketed that, and threw her purse on the floor. Lillian fumbled at the register, having trouble concentrating as I fucked her harder.

"Eat my ass," Alison moaned. "Oh, fuck yeah! Tongue it, you nasty bitch! I'm gonna cum on your prudish lips! Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!" With a shriek, Alison came, writhing and swaying.

The prudish bitch, fulfilling my commands to the letter, grabbed her purse and fled the store, almost tripping in her haste to escape. I laughed as I watched that uptight bitch scurry off, her face smeared with my cum dirtied by Alison's ass. The depravity of it went straight to my balls. My body tensed. I buried into Lillian's cunt and emptied one last load into her.

Mary giggled at me, and leaned over and gave me a kiss. "Nice cum?.

"Yeah," I smiled, pulling my cock out of Lillian's wet and dripping cunt.

"Slut, clean your Master's dick," Mary ordered, snapping her fingers at Alison.

"Yes, Mistress!" Alison moaned, and dropped to her knees, and licked all the pussy juices off my cock, then she tucked my dick into my pants, zipped me up, and looked up at me, her eyes pleading with me.

I stroked her pink hair. "You did good, slut."

Tension melted out of her and her smile was almost as beautiful as Mary's.

"Grab our bags, slut," Mary ordered. Alison leaped to obey. "And walk behind us."

"Yes, Mistress."

I wondered what other fun we were going to get up to at the mall today?

Lillian Franks

I watched enviously as Alison trailed after Mark and Mary like a slutty puppy. Part of me wanted to go with her and be their sex slave. I could only imagine all the fun we'd get into. I wanted to ask, but if he had really wanted me, he would have said so.

"That was wild," Anne breathed, her face smeared with pussy juices.

"Lean over," I told her.

She did, and I kissed her, tasting Mary's cunt--sweet and spicy.

"I can't believe I went down on a customer in the changing room," Anne giggled. "But she tasted great."

"You should have been out here," I smiled. "He must have pumped four loads of cum into my pussy. Good thing I remembered to take the pill this morning."

"You slut!" Anne giggled. "They are a wild pair. He's so commanding. There's something special about him."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I bet we'll be hearing all about him."

"I just hope they come back," Anne sighed. "I would let him do anything to me."

"Me, too," I sighed. "Alison's one lucky slut."

Ann nodded. "So, you're going to that club tonight..."

I laughed. "Are you more into women now?"

"Mary was very persuasive."

After the Living God unleashed his message of love upon the Best Buy, He and His Goddess set their sights upon the repressed South Hill Mall. There they spread Their message to all who were receptive. Aurora numbered among those that heard Their Holy Words and took to heart Their lessons.

--First book of Vivian 4:35-36

Mark Glassner

Mary directed us through the mall, our new sex-slave, Alison, trailing behind us. "You seem to be taking to this slave-thing well," I told Mary.

"Well, Shannon, my older sister, used to like to boss me and Missy around," Mary explained, "and I hated it."

"Revenge by proxy, then?"

Mary nodded.

"Why not the real thing then? Say the word, and Shannon could be your very own slave."

Mary blushed. "My own sister," she whispered, mortified.

"Or not, I'm more than happy with Alison."

Mary bit her lip. "You wouldn't ever, you know, mess with my sisters."

I hesitated. Watching sisters would be so hot, and I could only imagine how beautiful Mary's two sisters were. But I could tell she wasn't comfortable with it. "Only with your permission. I promise."

She smiled gratefully. "Thank you."

Mary led us to The Secret Treasure and I grinned at her, loving that naughty gleam in her green eyes as we walked into the lingerie store.

"I want to put on a modeling show for you," Mary giggled as we entered the store. "Slut can help."

"I would love to, Mistress."

"Hi, welcome to The Secret Treasure," a young woman, her hair dyed dark-blue, smiled. "I'm Aurora."

"Hi, I'm Mark," I greeted, my eyes falling down to her large breasts on display in a low-cut, lacy blouse. "And this is my girlfriend, Mary."

"She's is delicious, Mark," Mary purred and Aurora frowned.

"Well, um, what can I do for you."

"Are you working here alone?"

"No. Heather's with me." She said Heather's name very loud, almost shouting it, attracting an older woman, lush and beautiful, in her thirties.

"Can I help you?" Heather asked, her lovely face framed by strawberry-blonde hair. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, setting off her doll's face, and I couldn't help but admire the pair of large, round tits straining her gray blouse.

"You will do whatever Mary or I command," I told them. "No matter how kinky, okay."

"Yes, sir," purred Aurora, her cheeks going pink.

Heather nodded, "I think we can do that."

"Close the store," Mary ordered. "Then grab that divan and move it over there, facing the changing room."

"For the modeling show?"

She nodded at me, a naughty smile playing on her lips.

Heather and Aurora herded the other customers out. None were as attractive as the two salesgirls, so I didn't expand our fun. Mary and Alison began browsing the shelves, grabbing wispy clothing and giggling to each other. The security gate came down, closing the store off, and Heather and Aurora walked over, both a little nervous.

"Relax," I told them, my cock straining my pants. "It'll be okay. We're just going to have some fun."

"Okay," Aurora sighed and a smile crossed her face.

"I think we have found some sexy outfits," Mary giggled. "Sit on the divan, Mark. And you two," she pointed at the salesgirls, "give him a sexy striptease."

"Yes, Miss," Heather nodded as Mary and Alison disappeared into the changing rooms.

I sat on the divan and smiled at the two women as they swayed and danced before me. There was no music for them to strip to, and both women were obviously novices at performing a striptease, but their beautiful asses--Aurora's in a tight pair of jeans, a red, whaletail thong peaking out the back, and Heather in a tight, black miniskirt--waving in my face made up for a lot.

"You wanna see our tits?" purred Heather.

"Hell, yeah!" I grinned, rubbing my crotch.

They turned around, their hips swaying, and pulled their tops over their heads in unison. Heather wore no bra, and her heavy tits bounced out, her right nipple pierced by a gold ring. Her nipples were dark, set in the center of wide areolas.

"You like my tits, baby," she purred, pinching her left nipple.

"Yeah," I smiled, and reached out and tugged on her piercing. She cooed, her blue eye squeezing shut.

"How about mine?" asked Aurora.

She wore a strapless bra that barely covered her areolas and pushed up her large breasts. She reached behind her, and her bra fell away, revealing a pair of large, fleshy tits. She walked forward, bending down, and rubbed them on my face. She smelled of lavender and rose and I sucked a brown nipple into my mouth before she danced away.

"Tease," I groaned, and she giggled, flashing me a smile.

Heather wiggled her ass in my face, her miniskirt unzipped and sliding down her hips. I wasn't surprised to see she wore no panties, and her cunt was shaved and glistening. What was the point at working in a lingerie shop if you didn't wear any?

"All the guys love my ass," Heather cooed.

"I bet they do." I reached out, goosing her cheek--she giggled, shaking that wonderful butt at me.

Aurora had a difficult time getting her jeans off, they were so tight, and Heather had to help her, kneeling down and working those tight pants off her perfect thighs. Her red thong dug into her pussy, exposing a beautiful cameltoe. She grinned at me, then whipped off her panties. Her pussy was gorgeous, tight slit and dripping wet.

"We are a pair of hot bitches," Heather purred, pressing her groin into Aurora's ass.

"Yes we are!" giggled Aurora, wiggling her ass into her coworker's groin, then she smiled at me and asked, "Are we making you happy? Are we turning you on?"

"Why don't you pull out my cock and see how hard you've made me."

"Sound's fun," Heather purred, her hands sliding up and down on Aurora's stomach.

They broke apart and sat on the bench, one on each side of me, and fished my cock out of my pants, stroking it while I took turns making out with each woman. The two women smelled divine and intoxicating; their hands sent pleasure shivering through me as they fisted my cock. I captured Aurora's nipple between my lips, sucking hard on the nub.

"Ta-da!" Mary announced.

I released the nipple to see Mary sauntering out, modeling a white, strapless bra with the cups covered in delicate, lilac lace and a matching pair of lilac panties also trimmed in lace. Lilac garters held up thigh-high lilac stockings. She walked before us as if she was on a runway, strutting forward then turning to give us all a good look.

"Looking hot!" Heather cheered.

"Work that ass, girl," clapped Aurora.

"Goddamn, you are one hot filly!" I moaned, then whistled between my fingers.

Mary beamed turning and posing with her pantied-clad ass pointed right at us. Aurora reached out and gave her a light slap right on her plump cheeks; Mary giggled and spun away, her auburn hair flashing about her head.

Then Alison stepped out, dressed in a bustier with black lace running up the bodice, matching panties, and sheer, white stalkings held up by garters. She strutted before us, a more aggressive and sexually charged walk compared to Mary's more graceful stride.

"Dynamite!" giggled Aurora. "Work those hips. Umm, that's it!"

"She has a pair of tits," moaned Heather. "And pierced nipple. Naughty slut!"

"Thank you!" Alison purred, shaking her tits at us. "I am a slut, and proud of it!"

"Yes, you are!" Mary smiled and smacked her ass. "Come on, next outfits.

Giggling, Mary and Alison went back into the changing room. My cock ached after their display; I needed satisfaction. So I pushed Heather down to the floor. She sucked my cock into her mouth, warm and wet, her teeth gently caressing my cock's sensitive head.

"What a whore," I moaned as she bobbed her head on my cock, pleasure rolling through me.

Aurora pulled my face to hers and kissed me, her tongue wiggling into my mouth and I groped her heavy tit, rolling a fat nipple between my fingers. She moaned into my mouth, enjoying the nipple play.

Heather popped her mouth off my cock. "Umm, I want to wrap my babies around your shaft!"

My dick glistening with her saliva, Heather piled her big breasts around my cock, sandwiching my dick in their pillowy softness. Squeezing her tits around my cock, she slid them up and down. Her skin was smooth as silk, and her mouth would kiss the tip on the down stroke, teasing my cock with her wet tongue.

Mary and Alison came out in their next outfits. Mary wore a matching bra and thong made of gray lace, her dusky areolas peeking out through gaps in the fabric. The thong matched the bra, made of the same wisps of gray lace that barely hid her pussy. She looked so hot that I groaned and shot my cum on Heather's face and tits. Heather gasped in surprise, licking spunk off her lips, then smiled up at me.

"Don't just stand there, slut," Mary barked, slapping Alison's ass hard, "lick up your Master's cum off that whore!"

"Yes, Mistress," Alison moaned, almost flying across the room in her haste to lick my semen off Heather's large breasts and face. She was clad in a black, babydoll nightgown, trimmed in pink lace, and a matching pair of transparent panties.

Mary smacked Alison's pantied-clad ass again. "Good, little sluts always lick their Master's cum up immediately! No matter where they find it!"

"Absolutely, Mistress," Alison answered as Mary smacked her ass a third time.

Mary returned to the dressing room to change, leaving Alison busy cleaning Heather's face and tits. Alison spent a good deal of time making sure her areolas and nipples were sucked clean of cum, while Aurora lazily stroked my cock.

I loved watching my little slut lick up my spunk. It's what she was born to do.

"What a dirty whore," Aurora giggled.

"Umm, but she knows how to suck titties!" Heather smiled.

"You're never going to meet a whore dirtier than me," Alison purred.

My cock quickly hardened, and I waggled my dick at Aurora. She nodded, and the salesgirl slipped down and sucked it into her mouth. I moaned, enjoying her blowjob as Alison moved lower and lower down Heather's body, then buried her face in Heather's pussy. I didn't think any of my cum landed there, but I couldn't complain if Alison wanted to do a thorough job.

It was sexy as hell!

"Eat my pussy, slut!" Heather gasped. "Oh, my god! I haven't had a woman go down on me since college!"

"I see things are progressing," Mary giggled, stepping out in a sexy, pink babydoll slip. The bodice cupped her breasts in delicate fabric while sheer, pink silk fell down across her stomach ending at a pair matching, lacy panties. She looked as innocent as a schoolgirl and as sexy as a stripper. She did her runway walk and I whistled at her.

"God, you're beautiful," I moaned as Aurora deep-throated my cock.

"Thanks." Mary sat down next to me and spread her legs. "Slut, eat my pussy!"

"Yes, Mistress!" Alison panted, pulling away from Heather's cunt.

Our slut knelt before my girlfriend and pushed her panties to the side, diving into Mary's wet cunt, eating her pussy out with passion. Heather moaned in disappointment, then furiously masturbated, her fingers flying across her clit.

"Eat my pussy, slut!" Mary gasped. "Oh, Mark. Thank you for keeping her! She's perfect! Oh, my god! That tongue stud of hers! Holy shit! It does wild things to your pussy!"

I smiled at her, and stroked her face as we were pleasured by a pair of sluts. "I love you, Mare."

She smiled, leaned to me and we kissed as Aurora blew me and Alison devoured her. My hand found Mary's tit encased in the soft silk of the slip, and rubbed and squeezed. We came together, hugging each other tightly, filling our whores' mouths with our cum and juices.

"Oh, god," Mare sighed, resting her head on my shoulder. "I love you."

Some of my jizz had spilled out of Aurora's mouth and Alison wasted no time in licking it off her face, the two sluts tongues wrapping about each other. Alison purred, her hands exploring Aurora's body. My cock throbbed, still hard.

"Do you still need satisfaction," Mary purred, her fingers stroking my hard cock.

"Always from you," I grinned and pulled Mary onto my lap.

Her legs straddled my hips; the soft, cool silk of her panties rubbed on my dick as I captured her lips in a kiss. I stared deep into Mary's emerald eyes as she pulled aside the gusset of her panties and sank her cunt down onto my cock.

"I love you," she moaned again, fucking me slowly. "I love you! I love you!"

"My naughty filly!" I groaned. "Ride your stallion! I love you so much!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped.

I pulled her bodice down, popping a freckled tit out and sucked it greedily into my mouth. I gripped her ass through her silk panties, feeling it flex beneath my fingers as she writhed on my shaft. Her arms cradled my head to her breast, holding me as I suckled on her nipple and areola. I loved it. She was tight and wet, silk ecstasy on my dick.

Mary's hips begin to move with a faster urgency, her breath coming in low pants. The walls of her cunt were fire on my cock, fanning my desire. "Cum with me, Mare," I whispered, pressing my forehead against hers. "Cum with me!"

"Yes, yes," Mary panted. She was fucking hard and fast now, hips swiftly rotating as she danced on my cock, and ground her clit into my groin. "I'm almost there! Oh, God, I'm there!"

Her cunt clenched about my cock as she sat down, burying me all the way to her womb as she came. Her lips found mine and we kissed and my body tensed, pleasure bursting in my balls, and I spilled my seed deep inside her. For a singular, perfect moment we were one. Mary kissed me, breathing in my soul, as we held each other in the afterglow of our pleasure.

On the floor, the other girls moaned and panted as they fucked each other, crying out as they made each other cum. They lapped at wet cunts and sucked at hard nipples, exploring every erogenous zone the ladies had. Mary slid off my lap and cuddled up next to me. Her legs were spread, my cum oozing through the silk panties. Alison was on us in seconds, licking the cum off my cock as we dozed on the couch, lazily watching Heather and Aurora slip into a sixty-nine and devoured each other.

"I love you," I whispered to Mary, and kissed her as our slut licked her cunt clean of my cum.

The Adversary has a thousand tendrils poking into the soul of mankind, sprouting like weeds. We are merely the gardeners. We cannot stop the weeds from sprouting, we can only rip them from the soil before too much harm is done.

----excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Sister Theodora Mariam -- Phoenix, AZ

Idelle flushed the toilet, then wiped my pussy for me. I was still bound and gagged, but Natalee had saw my fidgeting and didn't want me "pissing on the couch like a dirty bitch." Just one more humiliation I had to endure to accomplish my mission. The black girl took a firm grip of my bound wrists, and marched me back into the living room.

Idelle curled up on the couch, pulled my head back down, and resumed stroking my hair like I was her cat. She was a sweet girl, and I tried to remember that she was a Warlock's Thrall, because I wanted to rip her tongue out. She just would not shut up.

"Tex loves it when you just lick the tip of his cock," she told me. "He has the best cock, did I tell you that?"

Yeah. A thousand times! I screamed into my gag.

"I know! You can't wait. Once Tex has you sorted out, we'll be the best of friends. I'll lick your pussy, and you'll lick mine. And we'll cum and cum. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

The door opened. Idelle squealed. Tex was home.

Thank God.

My head slid off her lap as she leaped to her feet and bounced against the couch cushion. I heard a sloppy kiss. The three girls that went with him--Mable, Paloma, and Kimberlee--walked around the couch and all smiled down at me. Mable grabbed my shoulders and sat me upright.

"Aren't you just the prettiest thing?" she smiled. "Are you going to be our new wife?"

She had a warm soul. I would see her freed and reunited with her husband.

"How was your day?" Natalee asked in the background.

"Just fine," he answered. Their kiss was even sloppier than the one Idelle had bestowed. "And how'd yours go?" His voice was surprisingly tender with her.

"I have a surprise for you," Natalee answered, sounding like a loving wife. How could they sound so normal?

"I see that." Another kiss. "What'd I ever do to land such a wonderful woman like you."

"Just lucky," she laughed.

It disturbed me how much they loved each other. He was a vile Warlock, and yet she seemed fine with all his disgusting behavior. Of course, she didn't seem to have any problems forcing me to eat her pussy. But to hear them sound so...normal with each other; I shuddered. If their house wasn't full of naked women that worshiped him, they'd just be a regular couple that had been married for more than a few years, comfortable in their love.

It made me sick. If they had that intimacy, why would they need to pollute it with this vileness?

"C'mon, meet the new girl," Natalee purred, pulling Tex around the couch.

He was muscled like a middle-aged woman's wet dream, combined with a chiseled chin, strong nose, and piercing, brown eyes that almost made me swoon, and I knew what sort of monster he was. I pushed down my lust, and let some of my fear bubble up, shifting on the couch away from him. If I was getting out of this mess, I'd need to play my part perfectly.

"Well, well," Tex mused, eyeing me like a horse breeder examining a broodmare. "Where'd you rustle her up?"

"She wandered into the house," Natalee shrugged. "Dressed like that. I didn't ask why, but I did enjoy her pretty mouth."

"And?"

"She sucks a mean pussy."

Tex chuckled, then grabbed my hair, hauling me up. I shrieked in pain, muffled by the dishtowel, then his strong hands grasped my chin and forced me to look deep into his eyes. They were a deep brown, and so deep that I wanted to get lost in--​