Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

I exhort you to be a perfect servant to our Gods. Follow in the example of the beautiful Desiree, who did witness many proofs of our Living Gods divinity. She stood at our Gods' side when they over threw the False God and proclaimed their Mastery over the world.

----Second Missionaries 1:1-2

Thursday, June 6th, 2013 -- Doug Allard -- South Hill

My gut pushed against the steering wheel of my dinky, gray Toyota; the damned seat was broke and wouldn't push back far enough so I could be comfortable. But with the money Mr. Fitzsimmons was paying me on this job, I'd soon be able to buy a better car. I couldn't wait.

I was parked just up the street from 2932 Mt. View Ct, a rich neighborhood off Shaw Road on the edge of South Hill. The house belonged to my client, Brandon Fitzsimmons, and he was suspicious that his new wife, a smoking-hot Latina woman named Desiree, was cheating on him. I had been following her all week, and I hadn't seen any sign of it so far. She would just go to the gym, run a few errands, do a little shopping, and maybe have lunch with a few friends at a cafe. Then she'd head home early enough to make dinner.

But Brandon was paranoid.

I had found the proof that his first wife, Maryanne, had been having an affair with one of his fellow executives. Now Mr. Fitzsimmons was certain his new wife had to be cheating on him. But so far she seemed perfectly faithful. Of course, that didn't prove anything. I'd have to follower Desiree a little bit longer too be sure. Maybe another two weeks; Brandon was good for the money. He was an executive at a major aerospace company and was rolling in the dough.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it up, a pic of my wife smiling on the screen. "Hey, Tina."

"The toilet handle broke," she pouted.

"I'm on a stakeout, babe. Not much I can do, but I'll pick one up on my way home."

"Are you still following that rich woman?"

"Yep. This is going to be a long job," I answered. "Luckily, she doesn't go out at night."

"So we're going to be able to fix the roof then?"

"Definitely," I answered without hesitation. There went buying a new car. The roof wasn't that bad, and my gut was dying pressed against the steering wheel. But I couldn't make Tina understand that. Her solution was to have me hit the gym--I just didn't have the time for that. "What're you up to, babe?"

"Oh, I'm with a young stud," she laughed. "He's keeping me satisfied."

It was a joke that started between us years ago. I spent my days following unfaithful spouses, and Tina had thought it hilarious to tease me with the possibility of her cheating. I trusted her though, I had to. Being a private eye made me suspicious of everyone, and I just couldn't be that way with my wife. In an odd way, her joking helped to ease my fears.

"Oh, is he hung?"

"Like a horse," she laughed; a buzzer beeped in the background.

"Are you fucking him in the laundry room?"

"I'm washing your dirty underwear. Don't I deserve a young, hot stud to service me as a reward for doing such a chore?"

"Fair 'nough, Tina, I--" My phone vibrated. I had an incoming call. I glanced at the caller ID. "Hey, babe, it's the client. I'll call you back."

"Sure, love ya."

"Love you, too," Tina.

I touched my screen. "Hey, Brandon."

"Any sign of her infidelity?"

"Nope. So far she seems as faithful as a preacher's wife."

"Good," he sighed. "It's probably just my imagination. I know Desiree loves me."

"Course she does," I answered, though I had my doubts. She screamed gold digger to me. If Mr. Fitzsimmons wasn't a millionaire, there was no way he would be pulling a woman as hot as Desiree. Not as short and fat as he was. "She's still at home."

The garage door opened, a white Mercedes pulled out--Desiree was instantly making a liar out of me. I glanced at the clock set in the dashboard. It was about that time for her to leave for the day.

"You're wife's leaving the house," I said, holding my phone up to my ear with my shoulder while I started up my car.

"Where is she going?" he asked, fear tinging his words.

"I'm sure she's just going to the gym," I sighed. "She gone every other day at this time."

"Right, the gym." Mr. Fitzsimmons made a disgusting, perverted laugh. "She has to keep that ass tight."

"I gotta go. I need to follow her."

"Yeah, yeah. Keep me updated."

"I will, Mr. Fitzsimmons."

The phone went dead. I waited until her car was halfway down the block, then I pulled out after her. She made the left onto Shaw Road; heading to the gym, just like I thought. I followed her anyways, I wasn't paid to make assumptions, I was paid to find the ugly truth.

Desiree Fitzsimmons

I pulled into the parking lot of the Feminine Mystique Gym across the street from the South Hill Mall. An engine roared to life, and I glanced to see a silver mustang backing out from the neighboring unit to the gym in the strip mall--the Heavenly Creatures Salon. Mustangs were such tacky cars; toys for those that thought they had money. I grabbed my purse and sauntered into the store in my tight, black yoga pants that hugged my lush rear--my best asset--and a bright-blue sports bra that almost supported my large breasts.

"Desiree," smiled Diane Harmon, the owner of the gym. She was a beautiful woman with a porcelain face made all the more inviting by the ringlets of black hair that framed it. She was dressed in a pair of black, spandex jogging shorts and a pink sports bra that showed off her athletic body.

I walked over to the woman, hugging her warmly, and enjoyed Diane's body pressing against my own. "It's good to see you," I smiled, and kissed her on both cheeks; just two friend greeting each other.

"Come on, we'll be in room five for our private session," Diane smiled.

Private, personal-training sessions with Diane were not cheap, almost $400 for an hour sweating with the beautiful woman. But she had been highly recommended to me by a former lover, and one session with Diane showed me just why. A few of the women we passed had smiles on their faces, and twinkles in their eyes.

Room five, and all the private training rooms for that matter, wasn't your typical gym room. Sure it had equipment, but they weren't the type normally used in a gym. "There's more than one way to have a cardio workout," Diane had told me the first time I came here. "There are more than a few, fun ways to get your heart pumping."

And that first session had definitely got my heart pumping.

"Let's get you naked," giggled Diane, locking the door behind us.

Her hands gripped my sports bra and ripped it over my head, exposing my generous breasts. Her white hands grasped them, squeezing my nut-brown melons, her fingers finding my fat nipples; her pinches sent pleasure straight to my pussy.

I don't know what I would do without this gym. Being married to Brandon was such a chore. I didn't really like guys, they were okay, but I loved women. I also loved money. Why did all the rich people have to be men? Why couldn't I ever find some nice, rich lesbian to take care of me? Oh, well, Brandon took care of my wants, and Diane and her gym took care of my needs.

I spun about, and kissed the woman's delightfully plump lips, shoving my tongue deep into her mouth. Diane had four other, beautiful personal trainers that worked for her, and I scheduled a session with a different one every weekday. But Diane was my favorite; she was so dominant and controlling; so like Brandon but, unlike with my husband, it was hot when she bossed me around.

"We're going to fuck the pounds right off of you," Diane cooed, breaking the kiss and slapping my round ass. "Now strip those yoga pants off. I want to see your pretty, shaved pussy all wet and eager for my training!"

I ripped my yoga pants off. I didn't bother wearing panties--what was the point when I was coming here--and my pussy was wet and dripping, my fat labia engorged with passion. Diane's hand shoved between my thighs, working two fingers up inside me and they came away drenched with my tangy spice. She held them up to her lips and licked her fingers clean.

"Umm, I'm glad you're wet and ready."

"I always am, Dulzura," I purred. She was my honey, and I couldn't wait to taste her.

"Undress me!" she snapped; I shivered at the authority in her voice.

I grabbed her sports bra, lifting it up to release her snowy breasts, small and perky, topped with thick, pink nipples that seemed almost too large on breasts those small. I bent over and circled one with my tongue; she hissed an intake of breath, then gasped when I sucked that nipple into my lips. I loved the feel of a woman's fat nub in my mouth.

Her hands pressed on my shoulders. "I told you to strip me, not suck my tits!"

"But they're such inviting tits," I grinned, then fell to my knees.

"I know," Diane laughed as I tugged her jogging shorts down her hips.

Her neatly-trimmed, black bush popped into view and I could smell her sweet and tangy musk. I couldn't resist and pushed my face between her thighs and took a nice, long lick across her damp pussy. She gasped and shuddered, then her hand slapped me lightly on the top of the head.

"Not yet! We have to stretch first."

Watching a naked woman stretch was very erotica. Diane had a toned, athletic body, and she spread her legs, raised her arms, and bent over in so many interesting ways. Her pussy lips gaped open, so invitingly pink, her asscheeks writhed and clenched, and her tits swayed and bobbed. Then she "helped" me with my stretches, running her hands across my body as she guided me from one stretch to another.

"That's it, Desiree," she purred, her body draped across my back, her pussy wet on my ass. I leaned forward on my left leg, while my right leg stretched out behind me. "A little longer." Her tongue licked my ear and her hands teased my nipples. "You're doing so well."

Next I spread my legs slightly apart, and I bent over to put my hands on the floor palms down, her fingers wiggling into my pussy. "Hold the stretch," she purred, working three fingers in and out of me. My muscles stretched, protesting the position, and the blood rushed to my head, heightening the pleasure throbbing in my pussy. "Just a minute longer. You need to be properly stretched; we don't want you hurting yourself."

"No!' I gasped.

Her lips kissed my ass, sliding between my crack, then she swirled it around my asshole. My body shook with excitement and my breath came in ragged gasps. Her tongue wiggled past my sphincter, swirling around inside me. My orgasm neared, so close, just a few more--

Her tongue and fingers pulled out. "Good, and relax."

I needed to cum so bad.

For the next stretch, I sat down, spreading my legs wide, reaching for my toes. First the right ones, then the left ones. Then she sat before me, her legs splayed, her inviting pussy just in reach if I stretched forward. I pushed past the discomfort, her bush just inches away. A little more, my tongue leading the way, then I was fully stretched out, my mouth buried into her delicious, spread-open clam, digging my tongue in deep and savoring her tangy-sweetness.

"That's it!" purred Diane. "Hold the stretch! You're doing so good!"

I worked my tongue through her pussy, gathering ever drop of her juices I could. Soft moans and gasps escaped her lips. My muscles burned and protested, but I maintained the stretch--I couldn't get enough of her wonderful flavor.

"Just a few more seconds!" she gasped. "You're doing so well! Oh, yes! That's it! That's fucking it!"

A squirt of juices splashed into my face as she came. I rose up, licking my lips clean while Diane fell back onto the rubber mats that covered the floor, shaking with passion, her small breasts jiggling.

"Whew. You're getting good at holding that stretch," she praised.

"Thanks," I smiled, preening at her.

She stood up, and walked to a shelf. "Any plans for the weekend?" Diane asked as she selected a strapless dildo, a U-shaped sex toy with a traditional fake cock on one end, but the other end curved up into a round bulb so it would stay put in a woman's pussy while she fucked her partner hard. The base was ridged, adding clitoral stimulation to the woman doing the fucking.

"Brandon's taking me to the symphony," Desiree answered. "Are you doing anything exciting?"

She threw the dildo to me. "Not this weekend. But tomorrow night I have a date."

"Oh, with whom?" I asked as I shoved the bulbous end into my pussy, sighing as it stretched me open. I kept pressing until it was fully inserted and my clit brushed the ridges; pleasure tingled through me.

"Kevin," she answered, perching her butt on a sex swing. "Another promising candidate from the dating site."

"Is he rich?"

"Like I said, promising," she grinned, spreading her legs open, ready to receive. "But just in case he's a complete loser, I'm hitting the club tonight and getting my dyke on!"

"Ooh, that one in Tacoma?"

"Yep, the Clam Diver!" she laughed, then her face became serious. "Now I want a good fifteen minutes of uninterrupted thrusting. Let's get your heart racing and burn those calories off your ass!"

I smiled and walked over to my personal trainer, then sank my cock into her pussy. The swing added a whole new dimension; she swayed as I fucked her, moving as much as I was thrusting. The pleasure burned in my clit and the dildo pushed in and out of my pussy. I pumped my ass, my fingers finding her breasts; I played with her hard nipples.

"That's it," she purred. "Let's pick up the pace! Ooh, yeah. Just like that. Get your heart racing! Work that ass."

Pleasure built and built within me, and we were both gasping with our passion. Sweat beaded on my body as I fucked her faster and faster. My clitoris was going numb with ecstasy as it rubbed across the dildo's ridges.

"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.

"Good!" she purred. "Fuck me faster! Let that orgasm wash through you!"

"Yes, yes!" I gasped, my hips pumping frantically. "¡Me estoy corriendo!"

My orgasm spasmed through me, so wonderful. I squeezed her breasts as the passion filled my entire being and I threw my head back and howled. I'm sure the other women in the gym could hear me and knew just what had happened inside here.

"Don't stop fucking!" Diane panted. "Your fifteen minutes isn't up yet. Just slow strokes now. A little cooling off period."

"Yes!" I panted, resuming my strokes. The dildo's ridges rubbed against my clitoris, sending another orgasm crashing through me.

"That's it! Keep fucking me, slut! Work those hips. Burn that fat off your ass! A little faster! Umm, just like that. You're doing good! Oh, yeah. Umm, you're doing very good. Harder now! Really give it to me! Oh, yes! Fuck me! Make me cum, bitch!"

She gasped and screamed, throwing her head back, the swinging rocking with my thrusts. Her legs wrapped around my hips and pulled me into her as she writhed and bucked, pushing the bulbous end deeper into me, the ridges rasping against my clit, and then I was cumming again. So amazing.

"Umm, that was good," Diane purred, leaning up and kissing me on the lips. "Umm, okay, let's work on your thighs."

"Sure," I grinned as she grabbed her own strap-on. In a minuted I'd be riding her like a cowgirl, working leg muscles. There was still thirty minutes to go, and we had a lot of calories to burn. I pulled the sex toy out, dropping it into the dirty toy bin.

"Come on, let's burn those calories!" she barked, clapping her hand.

I shivered; this was the best gym in the world!

And the Living God did claim Beth as his own, taking her from her husband and conceiving a child in her womb. And Beth was the first to be a Holy Mother, carrying a child of the Living God. But she would not be the last.

----First Book of Vivian 5:12

Mark Glassner

I drove my new Mustang through the South Hill Mall's parking lot. Thanks to the Pact I had sworn with the Devil last night, I had the power to tell people what to do and they obeyed me without question. This Mustang had belonged to a complete asshole. But with a simple command, I took his brand new Mustang and he took my old, shitty Toyota.

"You're really going to buy me a new car?" Mary asked. My girlfriend looked at me, her lovely face framed by her fiery-red hair.

"Yep."

She smiled, dimples appearing on her freckled cheeks. She was so beautiful. I was so happy I met her. I was going to ask her to marry me. I had the ring, stolen from the jewelry store in the South Hill Mall, in my pocket. I just needed the right time to ask her. I could make her say yes, but I didn't want to control Mary any longer.

It just didn't feel right. I loved her. You didn't control the woman you loved.

"Thank you, Mark," she smiled and leaned over and kissed me as I waited for the light to turn green so I could pull onto Meridian.

"Oh, Master, you are such an awesome guy. You love to spoil Mistress, don't you?"

I threw a glance into the back seat where my first sex slave sat. Alison was a pervert's wet dream. Barely legal, dressed like a cute slut. She was lithe and beautiful, her hair died pink, matching her shirt. The words "Daddy's Little Girl" were printed across her breasts. Only "Girl" was crossed out and "slut" was written in its place.

"I really do."

Selling my soul made this wonderful life possible. I was going to live a long, healthy life and I could have as much sex as I wanted without my cock needing to rest. I was going to gather a beautiful harem of women with Mary and the pair of us were going to enjoy the good life.

Since I was getting Mary a brand new car, there was only one place to go in Puyallup--River Road. All the car dealerships were located on the other side of downtown Puyallup. So I turned onto Highway 512 and drove my Mustang fast, reaching 100 mph as I hurtled down the hill into the valley. I had to slow down at the base of the hill as the road banked to the right to bypass downtown Puyallup. In a few minutes, we had crossed the Puyallup river, exited on to Meridian on the north side of Puyallup, and reached River Road.

Nestled between all the dealerships was Puyallup Volkswagen.

We got out of the car and Mary started wandering through the various Beetles and Jettas, Golfs and Tiguans, proclaiming how cute they were. I just wondered what the fuck a Tiguan was. Could it be a lizard? While Mary checked out cars, I was on the look for any attractive women.

"Can I help you folks?" a handsome, young man in a blue-striped white shirt asked. He was clean cut and friendly, and reached out to shake my hand.

"Yeah, my girlfriend Mary is looking for a new car," I told Frank, reading his name off a blue nametag. "Help her find what she's looking for."

"Okay," he said in a friendly manner, "What type of car are you looking for, Mary?"

"Something cute," she answered as Frank led her off, "and sporty."

I was about to follow when I noticed this gorgeous, sandy-blonde woman, mid-twenties, in a red sundress. The dress was held up by two narrow straps that left most of her shoulders bare. Between the plunging neckline and a push-up bra, the woman had an amazing cleavage. She was with a man, her husband I guessed, who placed a hand on her hip as they talked over a silver Passat.

I grabbed Alison and stopped her from following after Mary. "Slut," I said quietly. "I'm going to lead that man's wife off to the bathroom to fuck her. I need you to keep her husband distracted." I could order the man to be distracted, but it was more fun to fuck his wife behind his back.

Alison grinned, eyeing the man up. He was a ruggedly handsome man, with broad shoulders and chiseled features. "Like how I distracted the guy at the clothing store?"

I smiled at her. "You do whatever you want, slut."

Alison nodded her head, eagerly, licking her lips.

We walked discreetly over to the couple and waited for my chance. After a minute, they separated and I stepped up to the wife and whispered, "Tell your husband you need to go to the bathroom, then wait for me in there naked."

The woman glanced askance at me and, with a surprised look on her face, said, "Eric, I'm going to use the restroom."

"Hmm, okay, Beth," her husband answered, reading the specs of the Passat hanging on a window.

Beth walked towards the showroom and the restroom within. Her fine ass swayed beneath the loose fabric of her red dress as she strutted across the car lot. I waited until Alison walked up and started flirting with the husband, then I followed Beth to the restroom.

The showroom was deserted and I slipped into the women's restroom without being seen. Inside, Beth waited. She was naked and shyly held one hand over her pussy--blonde hair peeking out through her fingers--while the other arm vainly tried to cover her large, round breasts. A red flush crept across her face and stomach as I drank in the sight of her. The door had a deadbolt, and she jumped when it clicked as I locked the door.

"Wh-what do you want w-with me," she stammered in fear.

"Don't be afraid," I told her; she immediately calmed down. "I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to enjoy it. So don't be shy."

Beth's arms dropped away and she straightened; a sultry smile appeared on her face. Her dark-pink nipples hardened. I walked over to her, and pushed her back against the tiled wall, fishing my cock out of my pants. She breathed heavily, licking her lips in anticipation. I rubbed my cock on her wet pussy lips, then shoved all the way into her.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, "that's good!"

Her arms wrapped around mine and one leg curled around my waist. I grabbed it, holding her leg up and allowing me to delve deeper into her wet cunt. I fucked her fast. Alison wouldn't be able to distract her husband for long and then he would be wondering what happened to his wife. Sure I could just order him to accept that I was fucking his wife, but sneaking around with her was far more exciting.

"God, you feel good," I moaned, kissing her neck as her cunt gripped my cock with a silken embrace.

"Fuck, you're big," she gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're stretching me so good! Harder! Harder!" The bathroom echoed with our gasps and moans and the slap of flesh on flesh and that wet, squishing sound of cock sliding through dripping cunt. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she moaned over and over. Her cunt constricted on my dick as she came, bucking in my arms. I kept fucking her hard.

There was a knock at the door, we both froze. "Beth, you in there?"

Fuck, it was her husband. I slowed my fucking down and Beth moaned, "Yeah, um, I'm not feeling well. I'll be out soon!"

"Do you want me to come in?" he asked.

"N-no," she gasped, her cunt tightening about my cock, and she squirmed in my arm. I bent and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. "You can't come in! It's the ladies room."

"Okay, I'll be right out here, Beth."

"O-okay!"

God, it was exciting fucking a man's wife right under his nose. I fucked her slowly, barely pulling out before shoving back in. Beth moaned softly, her cunt squeezing my cock. Apparently, she found it exciting as well. She clenched her lips, trying not to cry out. "Are you going to cum on my cock again?" I whispered into her ear. "With your husband right outside?"

"Yes," she whispered huskily. "Fuck me with that big cock."

I sucked on her tit, leaving small bite marks. She was panting in pleasure and bucked in my arms as a second orgasm rolled through her. Her cunt squeezed so hard on my dick--it felt so amazing. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. My own cum was nearing, building in my balls. I kissed her mouth, tasting her tongue, and fucked her hard. One, two, three more times and then I erupted inside her.

I slumped against her for a moment, the pulled my dick out of her cunt and stumbled back. "Get dressed," I quietly told her. "Don't clean out your pussy till tonight. Walk around all day feeling my cum inside you and remembering how great the fuck was. Don't even tell your husband or anyone else about this. And don't feel guilty. Just think of me when your husband's little dick is inside you."

She nodded, grabbing her beige panties and pulling them on. She walked over to me and kissed me. "Thanks," she whispered. "I haven't cum that hard in years." She found her clothes and got dressed.

I slipped into a stall as Beth unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom. Her husband asked, "You okay, Beth? You were in there a while."

"Oh, I...um...I wasn't feeling well," Beth answered.

"I can see that," her husband said. "You look a little disheveled. Do you want to go. We can look for a new car another time."

Their voices grew quiet as they walked away. "No, I'm feeling a lot better now."

I planned on waiting another minute before exiting when Alison burst in, smiling and bouncing with excitment. "Did you fuck her good, Master?

"I did," I said. "What happened to distracting him?"

"Sorry, master," Alison said, her face deflating like a leaking tire. "I flirted and giggled and stuck out my chest, but he wasn't interested."

"Maybe he's gay," I mused. "His wife hadn't been fucked well in a while."

Alison nodded and then saw my sticky cock. She knew what to do, and dropped to her knees, engufling my pussy-covered dick with her mouth and sucking happily. I closed my eyes, enjoying my slut's hot, little mouth and hard tongue stud sliding around my shaft.

The door opened and a woman gasped, "What the fuck?"

"Shit, get in here!" I quickly ordered.

The woman, one of the sales staff, quickly entered the bathroom. She stared wide-eye as Alison didn't even stop her blowjob. "Christ!" the woman--Iris her nametag read--shouted, mortified. "You can't be doing that in here. Stop that!"

She was an attractive woman, early thirties, fit and toned. Her black hair was long and tied loosely back with a red ribbon. She wore a soft-blue, business skirt and blouse. Her face was twisted in surprise and disgust, with black-rimmed glasses perched on her small nose.

I smiled down at Alison. "You've been a good slut today," I told her. "I think you need a reward. Take off your clothes, lie down and spread your legs."

Alison peeled out of her t-shirt and dropped her skirt in seconds, and was on her back, legs spread to show her pussy streaked with drying cum from the man she fucked at the mall and her own juices. Iris was speechless, gaping at Alison's pussy.

"Iris, lock the door then get down there and make that slut cum on your tongue."

Hands trembling, Iris locked the door, then knelt down on the floor, moving slowly towards Alison's pussy. The nineteen-year-old slut writhed in anticipation as Iris breathed heavily, inches from her pussy. The woman closed her eyes, and let her tongue gingerly lick up the slut's messy cunt.

Alison sighed, "Lick my pussy. That's it. It's your first time. I can tell. But don't worry. Every woman knows how! Umm, yeah, play with my clit."

My slut's hips jerked as Iris's tongue grazed her clit. Iris's nerves relaxed, and she started to get more aggressive, slipping a finger inside my slut's cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you, Iris," I growled as I knelt behind her.

I rolled up her tight skirt, exposing well toned legs and tan pantyhose over white panties. I ripped her pantyhose apart, too impatient to pull them down, then shoved her panties to the side, revealing a shaved vulva with large, plump pussy lips, and a hard clit that protruded out an inch. Iris moaned into Alison's cunt as I rubbed my cock against her clit, before I shoved it into her pussy.

It did not get old no matter how many pussy's I fucked--they all felt warm and wet and wonderful on my cock.

"Fuck her cunt, Master! Use her dirty hole to satisfy yourself and dump your cum in her." Alison seized Iris's black hair, pulling the woman's mouth deeper into the slut's pussy. "That's all this whore is good for. Your cum dump, Master."

"I couldn't agree more, slut," I grunted, slapping Iris's mouth. "You're a whore, Iris. A dirty, fucking slut that should spread her legs open for any man that wants you."

I fucked her hard and deep, gripping her hips and pushing her face into Alison's cunt. Alison moaned, her body thrashing and her pierced tits jiggling. Every time my fucking shoved Iris face into her cunt, Alison let out a low gasp.

"Oh, Master, thank you," she moaned. "Her tongue feels so great!" Her tits heaved, perky with youth, and tipped with pink nipples pierced with silver barbells. "Uhhmm, I'm going to cum! Oh, fuck, keep sucking my clit, keep doing just that! Oh, crap!" Alison writhed on the floor then collapsed, and breathed deeply. "Fuck, that was amazing!"

"When a slut cums, she thanks the person responsible," I sternly said.

"Oh, thank you, Iris," she panted. "Your tongue and fingers felt so good on my slutty pussy. Thank you for making this slut cum!"

I pulled out of Iris, ready to cum myself, and jerked off over Alison, spraying cum all over her face and tits and stomach. Ropy, white cum covered Alison and she smiled happily. Without thinking, she gathered up the cum with a finger.

"No," I ordered. "Wear my cum. Let everyone see what a slut you are. You can get dressed."

"Oh, thank you, Master," she gushed as she dressed. "I'm such a slut."

Her shirt smeared the cum across her face as she pulled it over her head, and the spunk on her chest soaked right on through. She pulled up her skirt and, looking a complete mess, followed me out of the bathroom, leaving Iris panting on the floor as she masturbated. She must have been close to cumming when I pulled out of her cunt. I really didn't care that she hadn't climaxed--I got off, that's all that mattered.

We found Mary returning to the lot from a test drive with Frank the salesman in a sporty looking red convertible. I thought it was a little boxy for a sports car, lacking the smooth lines and exciting curves I preferred. But Mary seemed excited as she climbed out of the car and hugged me. Then she glanced at Alison, smeared in my cum, and raised an eyebrow.

"We had some fun."

"I can see that," she giggled. God, Mary was such a wonderful woman. How was I so lucky to meet her?

"So, this car?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," Mary smiled. "It's an Eos. It's so cute, don't you think?"

I didn't see it, so I lied, "Yes, it is."

Frank looked askance at Alison, clearly not sure what to say about the cum-drenched woman. "Slut," Mary barked, "go wait in the Mustang!"

"Yes, Mistress," Alison pouted, and walked away.

"Don't worry about her," Mary told the salesman. "She's very promiscuous. If you turn your back on her you'll find her fucking some guy."

"Well, lets get the paperwork filled out," I told the salesman.

"Y-yeah, of course," Frank stammered.

The world will never know of your toil, of the blood you shed in their names to protect them from the Darkness. Find your happiness where you may, for the Adversary never rests and the war is never won.

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

Thursday, June 6th, 2013 -- Sister Theodora Mariam -- Phoenix, AZ

Tex and Natalee were loaded into the backs of two Phoenix police cars. Both seemed stunned, staring blankly ahead. Cops and crime scene investigators were moving about, photographing the scene, talking to the six women that had been "kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery by the threat of force" by the pair.

Well, that was the lie I told the six girls to tell. It was close enough to the truth for the authorities. It felt great to defeat another Warlock, my heart singing, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. I wanted to scream in triumph. I felt so alive--I needed to get laid.

My order, the Sisters of Mary Magdalene, were dedicated to hunting down Warlocks--those misguided men and women that had made Pacts with the Adversary, selling their souls in exchange for three wishes. Tex had used his wishes to collect a harem of women with his wife.

But he hadn't counted on dealing with a nun. I exorcised his power and freed his victims.

"Are you okay, miss?" a paramedic asked me.

"I'm fine," I told him, waving him away, my attention drawn across the street. Newt--the man that had led me to Tex last night--pulled up in his car, and leaped out of it. A Phoenix cop stopped him, and I could see him shouting. Then Mable, his captured wife, broke away, running awkwardly, she was barefoot, across the asphalt street, a blanket clutched about her naked form.

I smiled as husband and wife were reunited. Tex had made Mable say the most horrible things to her husband, breaking the pair up. I had arrived before their relationship had been damaged too much, and maybe they would be ale to weather this storm--my marriage hadn't when I had become a Warlock's toy.

"Miss, is there some place I can take you?" a cop asked me.

"The airport," I answered. "I need to go home." There was nothing more for me to do here, my task was done.

"Oh, sure. I can drive you," he smiled at me. He was young, handsome, with a flattop haircut and mirrored sunglasses. So rugged. He opened the passenger door of his squad car, and I climbed in. I didn't see a wedding ring on his hand.

"What time do you get off duty, Officer Erickson?" I asked him. Until I returned to LA, my papal indulgence was still in effect--to accomplish our mission, I and my fellow nuns would have to sin a lot, so we were forgiven a head of time. I needed to get laid, and since I could sin a little bit more, why not with this handsome cop?

"Not long," he answered. "Why?" A smile ghosted his lips.

"Maybe we could get some drinks and I could thank you properly," I answered.

His smile broadened. "Sure. Why not. I know this bar..."

I shook my head. "Bars are so...impersonal. How about somewhere more intimate? Your apartment, for instance."

He gave me a look. "You've been through quite the ordeal today. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

I put my hand on his muscular forearm. "I'm going to have a great time with a handsome cop."

"Let me just punch out," he grinned, hefting my suitcase and throwing it into the trunk.

He held open the passenger door of his squad car, grinning at the other cops. He closed it and walked around, jumping into his seat. He glanced at his computer mounted between us, typing on the screen. "Okay, I'm off duty and released from the scene. I'm all yours, Theodora."

"Good," I purred, letting the yellow blanket the fire department had wrapped me in to slip off my shoulders and exposing my revealing bikini--his eyes fell to my youthful breasts.

There was something so sexy about cops in their blue uniforms stretched over their muscular bodies. I was growing wet in my bikini bottom as the cop raced us across Phoenix. I was pretty sure he broke a speeding law or three in his haste.

That was fine with me.

In no time we were at his apartment. He was kissing me as I stepped out of the cop car, pushing me up against the side of his car, the bulge of his cock pressing into my groin, stirring me up. He was so strong and powerful and I loved how helpless I felt.

I wanted to forget about all the degrading things Tex and his wife had done to me today. Getting screwed by this handsome cop was just the palate cleanser I needed. I would have screwed him right then and there in the parking lot, but another car pulled in next to us.

"Hey, Chad," a guy said. "Fuck, man, another badge bunny?"

"Something like that," Officer Erickson--or Chad, I guess--laughed, pulling away from me. "She was just begging for it at a crime scene."

I flushed in shame as the other guy ogled me. Well, I had been begging for it. "Come on, stud, I don't want to talk to your friend. I want to get screwed."

Officer Erickson laughed. "The slut can't wait."

"Cool, Chad. Catch you later. You can tell me just how wild she was."

"I'll be wild," I winked and the guy laughed.

The cop's apartment was on the second floor of the stucco building, the setting sun pounding us with its heat. Phoenix was as hot as LA and I was thrilled that the AC had been left on in his apartment.

"Do you roleplay?" the cop asked, pulling a pair of handcuffs off his belt.

I grinned. "Why not."

He seized my wrist with his strong grip. "You're under arrest for soliciting sex from an officer."

"Ohh, I'm so naughty," I panted as I let him wrench my arm behind my back, the handcuff ratcheting about my wrists. A second flood of moisture wetted my bikini bottoms as he slapped the handcuff around my other wrist.

"You have the right to remain silent," he said, his hands sliding up my side to squeeze my breasts in my bikini top, his lips right next to my ear.

"How can I remain silent when your hands feel that good?" I purred, his fingers pinching my nipples through my bikini top.

He pushed them up, exposing my breasts. I may be forty-four, but I didn't look it. One of the Gifts nuns of my order received--besides the power to exorcise Warlocks--were the bodies of an eighteen year old, and my breasts were still perky. His strong fingers were sending pleasure shooting right down to my pussy.

"There doesn't seem to be any contraband hidden in your top," he grinned, giving my nipples one last squeeze. I better do a thorough examination of your bikini bottoms."

"Oh, yes!" I groaned. "I'm so bad! Who knows what nasty things are hidden in my pussy."

He turned me about, my breasts heaving. I faced him, still wearing those mirrored sunglasses as his strong hands slid down my stomach, pushing into my bikini bottoms and through my golden, damp curls. I groaned as his fingers played with my aching clitoris.

"Search me! Be thorough! Oh, yes!" His finger slipped inside me and I shuddered, squeezing my tight hole down on him. "That's it! Get deep in me."

"Hmm," he groaned, a second finger slipping in, pushing deep into me. I arched my back, going up on my tiptoes for a moment as a stab of pleasure trembled through me. "I may need to get a closer look."

He bent down, pulling a penlight from his pocket and ripped my bikini bottoms down. His fingers opened me up, shining his penlight into my depths. I felt so naked and exposed as he stared up into my pink depths.

"Everything looks normal," he whispered. "So pink and tasty. And you're so wet. Are you that much of a slut that you're turned on by being arrested?"

"So much of a slut," I groaned.

"Then I better make you cum and see if you force any contraband out of your pink depths."

His face buried into my snatch, whiskers scratching at my sensitive labia. I gasped, his hands wrapping around my waist and seizing my butt, holding me upright. Bliss pumped through me, my body trembling as his tongue whipped hard and fast through my lips.

"Officer Erickson!" I groaned. "You bad cop! Umm, search my pussy!"

I shuddered and writhed my hips. The man knew how to eat pussy. His tongue was everywhere while his hands kneaded my plump butt. He ate pussy better than my husband.

I forced that thought away. There was too much pain remembering what the Warlock Kurt had stolen from me all those years ago. I concentrated on his lips, losing myself in the pleasure he was giving me.

My orgasm swelled within me. I threw my head back, blonde hair falling in my face. "Yes! I'm cumming! Oh, yes! That's it!"

He drank the juices that flooded out of me. His hands kept a hard grip on me as I swayed. Bliss pumped through my veins. My knees went weak and I wanted to fall over. But he held me, feasting on my pussy, his lips finding my clitoris and sucking.​