Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

I write this letter to all those men and women who have embraced the life of a sex slave. Remember your place. It is to serve, not to question. I learned this fact at the hands of our Gods. They used me over and over for their pleasure without any concern for mine, and I loved every passionate second of it.

--The Epistle of Xiu 1:1-2

Tuesday, June 11th, 2013 -- Doug Allard -- South Hill, WA

I had all the new surveillance gear set up that Brandon Fitzsimmons had bought. The man had bought $30,000 worth of equipment to spy on Mark Glassner and learn his secrets. Together, we would learn how Mark controlled people and how to stop him.

We had to because he seemed unstoppable.

Whatever magic Mark used to control people had to have a weakness. There had to be someway to stop him. Already the man had a number of cops, maybe the entirety of the Puyallup Police Department, in his pocket. My bowels turned to water every time I thought about that.

Mary, Mark's main woman, pulled out of the driveway in her Volkswagen Eos, a sporty, red car. I wasn't sure if she was his partner or his victim. I bet she was his victim, controlled by his powers and turned into a sex-craving slut like the rest of his women.

Mark left the Master bedroom nude. I adjusted the laser microphone, pointing it at the large window in the dining room where a number of his victims gathered naked. Desiree, my employer's wife, sat naked at the table cuddling up to a petite woman with dark-brown pigtails.

"...wonder what we're doing today?" Desiree mused to the other girl, the microphone's laser interpreting vibrations on the dining room window and turning them into crystal-clear sound. "What do you think, Violet?"

"I hope it's naughty," squealed Violet, her pigtails twirling as she squirmed. Desiree's hand appeared to be moving between her thighs. I shifted, adjusting the camera to zoom in tighter and record everything. I had multiple cameras, including an IR camera, focused on the various parts of the house. I glanced at the IR's monitor, following Mark's progress as he moved downstairs. He was a large blob of reds and yellows, brighter than the blues of the house. He was also bigger than any of the women congregated around the living room.

I sat in a house that Brandon rented. It had a great view of the house Mark stole from Brandon. You could see the entire backyard, the dining room and kitchen, as well as the Master bedroom. Until we figured out how to stop Mark, I would be living here, sleeping on the small cot in the corner.

"Is everything set up?" Brandon asked from behind.

I slipped off one of my headphones. "Yeah, Mr. Fitzsimmons."

Brandon set down next to me, grabbing another pair of headphones and putting them on his balding head. He was a short, round man. Not the most pleasant man to be around, but he was driven to defeat Mark and rescue his wife. Brandon glanced at the screen, staring at his naked wife. I shifted uncomfortably, trying not to watch Desiree as she fingered Violet, the younger woman squealing loudly in my headset.

"It's...crystal clear," Brandon said, staring intently.

"You bought the best, sir," I swallowed. I had been a P.I. for year. I had spied on many cheating spouses. I had never been so embarrassed to witness sex before. Violet's moans sounded so liquid in my ear, so full of passion as Desiree fingered her cunt.

"Okay, Doug," Brandon said. "You keep me appraised on everything."

"I will, sir," I agreed.

Brandon was about to rise and slip off his headphones when Mark stepped into the dining room. "Well, well, well, what are you doing, Desiree?"

"Fingering this slut, mi Rey," she answered,

"She calls him king?" Brandon growled, sitting back down, his fists clenching.

Mark stepped into view, his cock thrusting out beneath his slightly pudgy gut. He was young, maybe late-twenties, with dark-brown hair and a boyish grin spreading across his lips. "Boy I love watching her squirm."

"I'm glad you enjoy watching me, Master," Violet moaned as she bucked and spasmed, her small breasts jiggling. "Desiree has a skilled touch."

"She loves pussy," Mark laughed.

"I do, mi Rey. I love to spread open a pair of juicy lips and take a nice, long lick through the succulent, pink flesh. Umm, so delicious."

"He's made her into a whore," Brandon growled, his eyes fixed on his wife as she licked her fingers clean of Violet's juicy cunt. I shifted, blood rushing to my cock. It was such an erotic sight. I squirmed, my face burning.

But I didn't say anything. What could I say?

"I need to fuck your sweet cunt," Mark growled. "Bend that amazing ass over the table. Violet, hop up onto the table and let Desiree spread your juicy lips apart and take a nice, long lick through your succulent, pink flesh."

"Yes, Master," Violet giggled while Desiree let out a throaty purr.

The two women moved quickly while Mark's other sex slaves clapped and cheered, their naked breasts bouncing. Violet stretched out on the table, Desiree bending over, her face disappearing behind Violet's thigh. The young woman let out a squealing moan as Desiree began to eat her pussy.

"That gorgeous ass," Mark laughed, giving Desiree's rear a hard slap, her cheeks jiggling. "I love it."

"Thank you, mi Rey."

Mark gripped her hips. Brandon's fist clenched as Desiree let out the loudest, throatiest, most pleased moan ever as Mark buried his cock into her. The table rocked with the violent force of his thrusts, pushing Desiree deep into Violet's pussy.

"Take my cock, slut!" Mark grunted. "That's it. Your cunt loves it. You're just a whore for my dick."

"It's the best," Desiree gasped. "So much better than my loser husband's."

Brandon's teeth ground, his knuckles going white.

I wanted to slink out of the room.

"Pound my pussy, mi Rey. Make me cum so hard. You always make me cum. Brandon never did."

"Lies," Brandon growled. "I made her cum all the time! What has he done to her?"

"You know he's controlling her," I answered. "She's not...responsible for what she's doing."

"Please keep licking me," Violet moaned, her hands pinching her nipples atop her small breasts. "Make me cum, Desiree. You eat pussy so well."

Mark smacked Desiree's ass. "Make her cum. Put that whore mouth to use."

"Gladly, mi Rey."

Violet squealed again. The laser microphone picked up the heavy slap of Mark's flesh into Desiree's ass, the wet squelch of his cock sliding in and out of her sopping pussy. Mark grunted as he fucked faster, and Desiree moaned, her voice muffled by Violet's pussy.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Violet moaned. "Keep licking me, Desiree. I'm gonna cum."

"Do it!" laughed another woman.

"Cum on her face, Violet!"

"I will, Fiona!" Violet gasped, her stomach rippling as she humped her hips. "Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes!"

The young woman's legs spasmed as she writhed, clearly cumming on Desiree's lips. She moaned, her voice throaty and liquid, her pigtails flying about. Mark's eyes were fixed on her small breasts, a big smile crossing his lips.

"That's it, slut! Cum on her mouth! Make her drink down all your juices!"

"Yes, Master!" Violet screamed, and then collapsed on the table, gasping for breath.

"Fuck, that was hot," Mark groaned. "You did great, Desiree. You're a pussy-eating slut."

"I am, mi Rey! Umm, but I love hot cunt!" Desiree through a look over her shoulder at Mark. "But what I really love is your hard cock cumming in my pussy. I need it. Give it to me. Please!"

Mark groaned, his thrust growing faster. "You just love my cum dripping out of your cunt."

"It's the best, mi Rey! I'm your slut! I need your cum! Your cock! I need you to fuck me! Oh, yes! ¡Yo estoy correrse, mi Rey!"

Mark threw back his head, thrusting his cock into her pussy. "Yes! Milk my cock! Your pussy is hungry for my cum! Oh, fuck! Here it comes, whore!"

"Yes!" she moaned as Mark's face twisted, his cum spilling into Desiree. "Damn, but I love fucking your cunt, slut."

"Umm, I'm so glad my cunt could satisfy you, mi Rey."

Brandon abruptly stood up, mur*er shining in his fat face. He ran a hand through his balding hair, than the short man stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard behind him. His feet thudded down the stairs, and then the muffled boom of the front door banging shut echoed through the house.

"Poor bastard," I muttered. "I hope Mark never gets his hands on Tina."

I shuddered as the image of my wife gasping like a whore for Mark flashed through my mind. This is why we have to stop him before more are his slaves.

Mark Glassner

My cock stirred as Fiona fell to her knees behind Desiree, the Hispanic slut still bent over the table. Fiona buried her face into Desiree's cunt, licking my cum out like a good slut. Violet was sprawled on the table, staring up at the ceiling as she gasped for joy.

Lillian walked up, the former Goth Topic salesgirl had a big grin on her face, her black hair, streaked with blue, was tied in pigtails. On Violet, the pigtails made her look innocent, on Lillian they made her seem whorish and filthy.

The slut bent over the table, wiggling her pale ass at me as she played with Violet's nipple. "Did you have fun?"

"So much fun, Lillian," Violet breathed. "I like your finger on my nipple."

"What are we doing today, Master?" Xiu asked, the Chinese slut lounging on a chair, her busty breasts seemed far too large for such a petite woman. She played with her nipple piercings, a pair of blue butterflies dangling on a chain. She wore a bandage on her nose, making her voice nasally, broken during the attack yesterday.

"Maybe buy a car," I said, an idea popping into my head as I watched Xiu tug on her nipples. She was a pain slut, and tugging on her nipples was the same as playing with her pussy. But my idea would cause so much problems. Everyone would start calling 911. The cops might show up, and that would mean I'd have to straighten them out instead of enjoying the fun.

"What are you thinking about, Master?" Violet asked as Lillian waggled her ass at me. The slut was begging to be fucked.

"How to stop people from calling 911."

"You can just tell them to, Master," Violet smiled. "People listen to you."

"They might call before I can stop them," I said, squeezing Lillian's ass.

"Oh," Violet said.

"Why don't you talk to the 911 operators?" Xiu moaned, stretching her nipple out, her breasts pulled tight.

"What a great idea," I smiled, rubbing my cock, still wet with Desiree's cunt, through Lillian's ass crack. I brushed her sphincter and smiled.

"Thank you, Master," Xiu gasped.

I thrust my cock into Lillian's ass. Her bowels felt as great as they had when I fucked her at Goth Topic. Fucking her in public behind the register had been hot. Lillian gasped and moaned, pushing back into my thrusts.

"Oh, yes, Master," she purred. "Thank you for choosing my ass to satisfy your desires. I hope you fully enjoy me."

"I plan on it, slut," I grunted as I drew back and slammed my cock into her velvety depths. She squeezed down, massaging my cock as she pushed her hips back.

"Fuck her hard, mi Rey," Desiree moaned, a big smile on her face as Fiona noisily ate out her cunt.

"Oh, yes! Tear her up," clapped Violet as she sat up.

"Ooh, you're pounding her so hard," Chasity, my blonde, beautiful, slutty cop moaned as she squeezed her thighs together.

"Make her scream," Xiu moaned, tugging on her nipples with one hand, the other frigging her cunt fast.

"Yes, Master," Thamina purred as she leaned against the wall, her hands stroking her dusky breasts. She looked beautiful naked with a headscarf wrapped around her head. "Make her cum, then flood her ass."

She was growing more relaxed, losing the lingering traces of her Muslim modesty. She moved forward, coming up along side me, watching my cock bury into Lillian's tight ass. Her dusky fingers reached out, sliding between Lillian's cheek to brush my cock.

"Does her ass feel good, Master?" Thamina whispered in my ear, her hard nipple brushing my arm.

"So good," I grunted, the table creaking as I fucked her harder. Her tight bowels massaged my cock with her tight grip. "The slut's gonna make me erupt."

"Yes, cum in me, Master!" Lillian screamed.

"I want to lick her clean," Thamina moaned. "I want to taste your cum leaking out of her ass."

I grinned. "You're learning what your place is."

"I'm your slut," she moaned. "Your whore, Master. Yours and Mistress's."

Her wet pussy brushed my hip, smearing hot cream on me. I groaned, loving the feel. I loved my power. I reveled in the control my pact with the Devil gave me. A long, healthy live, sexual stamina, and the ability to control people with my words.

So worth the price of my soul.

"Shit!" I groaned. "Fuck, she's tight."

"Cum in me, Master!" Lillian moaned.

"Do it, Master," Thamina husked, humping harder.

My balls tightened. The tip of my cock ached. I pounded faster, reaching that wonderful moment before I climaxed. I growled, Lillian's pale asscheeks jiggling as I pounded her. My cock erupted, pumping out my cum as waves of powerful pleasure shot through me.

"Fuck!" I roared.

"Oh, yes!" Lillian shuddered, her ass rippling about my cock. I loved making my slut's cum. She bucked into my thrust, her ass milking out every drop of my cum.

"Oh, Master, you creamed the slut," Thamina moaned as I pulled out, panting hard.

"I did," I grinned, proud of Lillian's gaping ass, milky cum leaking out.

Thamina didn't hesitate. She was a good slut now and buried her face between Lillian's cheek. Lillian moaned as the Arab slut ate out her ass, licking up all my cum. I sank down on a chair, my chest heaving.

"Xiu. Get my phone."

"Yes, Master," she moaned, ripping her fingers out of her pussy and racing out of the room.

It was time to call 911. The operators needed to know what to do when they received a call about naked women performing lewd acts in public--they needed to ignore the acts. There was nothing wrong with a hot, sexy woman doing whatever nasty act she wanted.

Xiu returned, handing me the phone. I dialed. "911, what is your emergency?" a cool voice asked.

I smiled, and gave my orders.

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- I-5, WA

I couldn't get the image of my wife bent over the table, eating out another woman's pussy as Mark plowed her from behind, out of my mind. The things the man had done to my beautiful wife, twisting her into a lesbian, cock-crazed slut. She actually sounded like she enjoyed it.

I hated Mark so much. I hated the moans he made my wife gasp. They sounded so much more passionate than her real ones, like she enjoyed Mark more than me. It was absurd. My wife was his prisoner. Mark had taken my beautiful, pure wife and made her into his whore.

My cock throbbed in my pants even as my stomach twisted with disgust and betrayal. I wanted to throw up and jack off all at the same time. Why was it so exciting seeing my wife despoiled and violated by another man?

"I'll kill you!" I growled as I drove. "I'll Ra*e your Mary! I'll make her cum like a whore on my cock while you watch before I kill you. Desiree will be there, freed from your power, and she will love every second of your end. It'll be justice!"

Desiree's moans echoed in my mind again, the flush of heat rolling through me as she pushed her ass back into Mark's pounding thrusts. I needed relief. I needed to exorcise these images from my mind.

I pulled off I-5 in SeaTac, heading to Airport Way.

It didn't take long to find one of the hookers walking the street. I took her behind a dumpster, groaned as she sucked my cock, my mind filled with Desiree's moans. The whore's mouth was wet, her tongue eager. I held her head down as I fucked her mouth, shuddering as I spilled my cum into her.

I shoved her out of the car, throwing her money in her face. Fucking whore. My lusts had been satiated, Desiree's moans almost silenced in my mind as I kept driving north. I had plans to make. I needed to prepare a hideout, to liquidate my money. If Mark learned I was free--and he would, Sister Louise was his prisoner--he would come after me. So I needed to be prepared to disappear.

"I'll save you, Desiree," I vowed. I will get my wife back. She was mine, not that asshole!

Some may consider what Sister Theodore did to Alice deplorable, but it was necessary.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Mary Sullivan -- Parkland, WA

I pulled into the Blue Spruce Motel's parking lot, eager for my tryst with Alice. Yesterday had been a lot of fun. Alice had been a good friend, and she had turned into an amazing lover. And tonight, when I get home, Mark will get to hear all the naughty fun we will have.

I walked into the office and bought a key from the greasy man. He had a big grin on his face, remembering me from yesterday. It was disgusting, his eyes dancing. "Is you're friend coming?" he asked, smirking as he spoke.

"That's none of your business," I snapped, glaring at him. I'd much prefer a handsome man to ogle me that this troglodyte. For a moment, I wished I had asked for Mark's mind control power when I made my Pact with the Devil. "Just give me the key."

"Here you go," he said, dangling room 7's key. I snatched it from his hand and strode out, marching to the room.

I unlocked it, stepping into the faded motel room. It was clean, but everything was old. Oh, well, meeting in the this run-down motel was kinky. It was like we were having an affair. Of course, Alice was actually having an affair, cheating on her poor husband.

I put that out of my mind. That was between her and Dean. I was just here to have fun with my lover.

I plopped down on the bed, thinking about Alice. She was so lovely, with black hair and a gorgeous body. When she gets here, I'll strip her naked, licked her pussy until she cums, and fuck her with my cock.

I blinked, the image of a big dick thrusting from my groin popped into my head. Lilith, the demoness I had summoned last night, could make one for herself, and she promised I could have one as well. I shuddered at the depraved thought.

But Mark might not like having a woman with a dick.

I loved Mark. I didn't want to cause problems. I knew he'd stop dominating other women for me, so I could fight this depraved urge.

It was hard. My pussy itched and I pressed my thighs together.

"Think about something else," I whispered to myself. "Think about Missy and Shannon."

I pictured my two sisters naked in bed, Missy's youthful, just-turned-eighteen breasts pressed against Shannon's larger, more mature bust. The pair of them beckoning me, eager for me to crawl into bed and make love to them.

I needed to seduce at least one of my sisters. There was a spell that Lilith told Mark and me about. It would allow me to see a nun's aura, but I needed to make my sister cum and rub her pussy juices on my eyes. Mark's sister was out of town, so he had to wait.

"Fuck it," I muttered, grabbing my phone. "Let's get this over with."

It would at least take my mind off the cock fantasy. I swiped my phone on. I had so many messages, texts, and Facebook updates. Everyone that knew me was worried that I was mixed up with a terrorist, including my father and both my sisters.

I found Shannon's profile, hovering my thumb over it. What would I say to her? How do I convince her to have sex with me? Mark would help, dominating her with his powers, but I still had to ask her over to our house.

I bit my lip, trying to force myself to call her, my insides twisting up. Sleeping with my sister was such a taboo act. It would cross a line I could never go back on. We'd be lovers, for good or bad. And I wanted it so bad. Mark had given me an appetite for kinky sex.

I chickened out and texted Alice instead.

Alice Perry -- Spaneway, WA

"Hi, Alice," Mrs. Martin greeted me.

The Martins were my eleven o'clock appointment. I was showing the couple a cute, light gray rambler with mauve trim out in Spaneway. After I showed them the house--for the third fricking time--I would be free for my afternoon date with Mary at the Blue Spruce Motel. I was so excited that I masturbated three times this morning while sexting with Mary. She sent me several naughty photos including one with a young woman eating out her cunt. "just a slut that I share /w mark *-)," Mary had captioned the pic.

The photo left me a horny, jealous mess. I hated the woman and envied her all at the same time.

I couldn't wait for my mouth to be eating Mary's twat out. That was why I was wearing my shortest, deepest blue skirt, and a crop top half-shirt underneath my blue blazer. My gorgeous legs were clad with a dark-brown thigh-high stockings that just came to hem of my skirt. To be even naughtier, I wore no panties or bra underneath the clothing.

I was ready to be fucked by my lover.

The showing dragged on and on. The Martins kept asking me the same questions over and over. They were quite the frustrating young couple. I had shown them fifteen houses already, and they seemed to be settled on this one. They just couldn't make up their damned minds. One o'clock was coming closer and closer, and still the Martins kept finding new, inane questions to ask me.

It took all my self control not to throttle the pair.

I was relieved when my phone chirped. A text from Mary. "I'm waiting for you! XOXO"

I shuddered, my pussy letting out a trickle of juices to leak down my thighs. "Going 2 be late, sry," I texted to Mary. It was so frustrating.

Mary just sent a frowny face and a pic of her dressed in a short, sexy red skirt, red halter top and knee-high black stockings. She was raising the skirt up almost high enough to expose her tasty twat. My pussy let a flood of juices as it clenched, my thigh itching as the sticky mess ran down to my stockings.

It was time to speed the Martins up with an old Realtor's standby. "I'm so sorry to make you hurry, but I have another client I have to get to soon. They're very interested in this house."

"Oh, sorry for taking so long," young Mrs. Martin gushed, "but, we'll take the house." And then she led out a girlish shout.

"Oh, how wonderful," I said and to my surprise Mrs. Martin gave me a brief hug.

I had the paperwork with me and had the Martins fill it out before they changed their minds. I may have been excited to get laid, but I needed the commission. Mary would understand. It's not like she had anything else to do. She was unemployed and on summer break from school, and maybe on the run from the cops. Despite Mary's protests, Mark still appeared on all the news reports, wanted for terrorism and sexual assault.

Maybe Mary was just in denial about her man. I hoped so. I wanted her so bad. She didn't need Mark.

Once that was all finished, I hopped in my cute, cream colored Jetta and sped down to the Blue Spruce Motel. I sent Mary a text, letting her know I was coming.

"Room 7," was her reply.

Mary Sullivan -- Parkland, WA

I groaned at Alice's response.

"Great," I muttered. I decided to snap a pic to encourage her to move along and get here faster.

The pic sent, I collapsed on the pillows gazing up at the ceiling. My mind itched. I really should call Shannon and arrange her seduction. I bit my lip, pressing my thighs together, rubbing against my pussy.

"Fine," I groaned, and called her.

The phone rang twice.

"Oh, Mary, are you okay," Shannon gasped in relief. "I've been so worried about you."

"Everything's fine," I said. "Relax, Shannon."

"You need to get away from Mark," Shannon continued. "The police--"

"Are wrong," I said growing angry. Shannon sometimes forgot I was an adult. "No you listen to me, Shannon, Mark has done nothing wrong." We were better than regular people. They were ants. We could do what we wanted. Repeating Mark's words always helped to assuage my guilt. "Mark is not a terrorist, okay. I wouldn't date a terrorists. The police are dead wrong."

I couldn't wait until tomorrow. Mark was meeting with all the local law enforcement. Having ever police chief in Pierce County under Mark's control would make our lives so much easier.

"Are you...sure?" Shannon asked, her voice growing breathy. "I mean, about Mark. He seems so dangerous."

"I'm very sure," I said, shaking my head. "I wouldn't be marrying him if I wasn't sure."

There was a pause. "You're getting married?" my sister squealed. "Oh, my god! That's amazing!"

"Yeah." I couldn't help smiling, gazing down at my engagement ring. "In fact, I want you to come over for dinner tonight to celebrate."

Shannon hesitated. "I can't."

"Please," I pleaded. "I want to see you."

"Oh, Mary, I want to see you, too." There was definitely something up with my sister's voice. She was growing...aroused. I had wished for women to find me irresistible. Did it work over the phone? "Umm...I'm free Friday night."

"Great," I said.

"But...um...Mary. They say he...gases people to control them. He causes orgies and...stuff."

"He doesn't gas people." It was magic, not a gas. "Relax. I'm not under his power. And neither will you. So relax and come." It was a small lie. She would be relaxed once Mark put her under his powers.

"Um, okay. I have to go. But...I'll call back once I've talked to George." George was her boyfriend. "I'll call back in a little while. Ooh, I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks, sis," I said. "I love you."

"Love you, too." My older sister hung up.

I shuddered. Friday wasn't that far away. Mark and I could get buy until then. Why rush it? My stomach tensed with anticipation and dread of sleeping with my older sister. I shuddered, my hands wanting to slid down and play with my pussy.

Instead I turned on the TV. I'll save my pent-up lust for later.

My phone rang fifteen minutes later, Shannon calling me back. "Hey," I said, nervous. Maybe she was canceling. I wasn't sure if I was happy or disappointed.

"I talked to Dad."

"And..." I swallowed.

"He's so worried about you. He's not sure about this Mark guy, so he wants to come to dinner with me to meet your fiance. And George, as well."

I swallowed, picturing my handsome Dad, another spasm of lust shivering through me. I wanted to make love to him as well. It would be the most taboo act ever. "Okay," I panted.

"And...um...Missy might come. She's excited to meet Mark. She and Damien think he's some sort of folk hero."

"Damien's her new boyfriend, right?"

"Yeah," Shannon answered. "She really believes all those women who post how amazing he is and how he changed there lives and her boyfriend, well, I think he wants to be Mark." Shannon's disapproval was so obvious. She could never stop acting like the mom to Missy and me. After our real mom split when we were kids, Shannon had to step up and help Dad out.

"Mark is amazing," I smiled. "He changed my life, Shannon. I'm so happy with him. He's...shown me things. And I want to show them to you."

Shannon groaned, her breath quickening. "I think this is a bad idea, but we'll be over to meet you. But, um... where do you guys live."

"I'll tell you on Friday," I said. "Okay." Once the police were under our powerful fully, it would be safer to give out our location.

"Yeah, sure," she sighed. "Well, I need to get back to work. See you Friday. Love you, Mary."

"Love you, too."

I hung up, shuddering as my pussy throbbed. My phone chirped. Alice was on her way.

"Thank god, I need to cum so bad."

Alice Perry

I knocked hard on room 7's door, my pussy dripping wet.

Mary opened the door. She was even more stunning in her red outfit in person. She was smiling seductively, thrusting her chest out, her nipples pressed hard on the fabric of her top. "Hey, sexy," she purred, "fancy meeting you here."

I was so horny, I just let out a growl of desire and caught my lover in an embrace, kissing her passionately. Our tongues wrestled in each other's mouths as I forced her back into the room. She hit the bed with the back of her legs and we fell onto it. We kissed passionately, sucking on each other's lips, rolling about on the bed, and groping each other through our clothes.

But I had to taste her twat.

Ever since she sent that photo of that other woman eating her cunt this morning, I had to prove that I could pleasure her just as well. No, I had to eat her twat even better than that other woman. I pushed her onto her back, pushed up her skirt and was delighted to find that she wore no panties. Her pussy lips were waxed smooth of hair and glistened with desire. I kissed the flaming heart of pubic hair above her pussy, then kissed her clit.

"Oh, fuck!" Mary moaned. "Eat my pussy, baby! Oh, fuck you're tongue feels so good! I need to cum so bad. I've been waiting for you, growing wet and horny."

"I'll make you cum," I promised, diving back into her delicious pussy.

I devoured her pussy with gusto, digging deep into her cunt. She tasted sweet and spicy, and I explored every inch of her pink pussy. She moaned and cursed in pleasure, as I sucked hard on her clit and fucking two fingers in and out of her wet hole.

"That's it," she gasped. "Oh, damn, I'm not gonna last long! Shit, Alice!"

Mary's pussy was warm and pulsed on my fingers. I curled my fingers up, searching for her G-spot. Her breathing grew faster and faster, and then she moaned and bucked as my fingers rubbed the bundle of nerves at her G-spot. Juices flooded my face and I could have happily drowned in her savory honey.

I licked and tongue as she writhed, prolonging her orgasm. The pleasure rippled through her body. She gasped and moaned her delight as loud as she could. I nibbled on her clit as I kept massaging her G-spot.

She let out a scream, her body letting out a massive spasm, and then she collapsed, gasping for breath, her auburn hair stuck to her face.

"Fuck, that was good!" panted Mary.

"I've been dying to make you cum all morning," I purred.

She grabbed my black hair, pulling me up to kiss her on the lips. Her tongue licked about my lips, my chin, cleaning her honey off my face.

"Get naked, then I have a surprise for you," Mary purred when she had cleaned my face.

"Ooh, I giggled," sliding off the bed. "I love surprises.

Mary's eyes were locked on me as I pulled off my blazer, letting it slid sensuously off my shoulder. I swayed my hips, twerking and grinding as I stripped for her. Fresh juices trickled from my twat as I wondered what her surprise was.

Mary clapped and shouted lewd comments as I danced before her, flinging my clothes about the room and exposing my tits. "Take it off, baby!" Mary moaned, pinching her nipples through her blouse. "Let's see your cunt! Take off the skirt!"

I unzipped my skirt, rolling my hips as the dark-blue material slid off my ass. I stood before her in my thigh-high stockings, grinding my pussy at her, running hand across my wet lips. I shuddered as I brushed my clit.

"Umm, Alice, I'm gonna to enjoy that pretty pussy!" She moaned, licking her lips. "Shake that ass."

I turned and did just that, smiling over my shoulder as Mary licked her lips. She was so gorgeous. The most beautiful woman alive. Her green eyes sparkled with lust, her heart-shaped face--spotted with freckles--was framed by her auburn hair. My lust inspired me to dance and shake my ass, to please my lover.

She deserved to be pleased.

"I need to fuck you," Mary growled, suddenly grabbing my hand and pulling me to the bed. She laid me out on my stomach, smacking my ass once. "God, that is a great ass."

"Thanks," I giggled as she smacked it again, my cheeks jiggling. Then she grabbed a pair of pillows, shoving them beneath my stomach, raising my ass up. "What are you doing?"

"Close your eyes, babe," Mary whispered, her breath hot on my ear before she nipped it.

"Yes," I moaned, closing my eyes.

It was exciting not being able to see. I could hear rustling noises. Was Mary digging in her purse? What could she have in there? Clothes whispered together, sliding over skin as she shifted on the carpet.

She was getting naked.

Oh, God, I wanted to open my eyes so badly, to see my lover in all her beautiful, naked perfection. There was more noise, rubber moving against rubber and then Mary was on the bed behind me, spreading my thighs.

I almost came when her tongue slid through my twat, from my clit to my taint. She licked again, her tongue poking into my wet pussy and swirling around. I groaned, wiggling my hips as the pleasure built inside of me.

"You taste so good, baby," Mary cooed. "You're all hot and wet for me, aren't you?"

I shook my hips. "So ready for you!"

Mary moved behind me and then something hard and cold touched my pussy, rubbing along my labia, before slipping into my hole. I shuddered as the thick object filled me up, my back arching as I pushed my pussy back into the object, letting it sink deeper in me.

"You brought a dildo," I giggled, a big smile crossing my lips. It felt so good inside me. "You naughty slut."

"Uh-huh," she groaned, the bed creaking as she shifted. Mary slid dildo deeper and deeper into me, its girth filling my twat up so deliciously. And then I felt Mary's body pressing against my ass.

"Oh, my god! Are you fucking me?" I gasped, looking behind me finally. Mary had a black harness around her waist. "Is that a strap-on?"

Mary grinned, pulling out and sinking back in. "You told me you haven't had a dick up your pussy in a while."

"Oh, god, it's good," I moaned as Mary slowly fucked me. "Thank you."

Mary picked up the pace, and it felt so good to have something fucking in and out of my cunt. The dildo wasn't a cock, but it was pretty good replacement. And knowing it was attached to my sweet Mary made it feel even more wickedly delicious I reached under the pillows and frigged my clit.

Pleasure burned through my body as Mary fucked my pussy faster. I shuddered, her flash slapping into my ass as she fucked me. Her perky breasts bounced before her, and her beautiful face twisted with delight.

She was gorgeous.

The pleasure filled me up, slowly building to my orgasm. But I was so hot for Mary. I needed my explosion. "Fuck me harder!" I shouted

"Umm, you want me to pound your pussy?" Mary asked.

"So badly. Make me cum! Please."

Mary let out a throaty moan, her hands seizing my hips. The bedsprings rasped and the headboard banged into the wall as Mary picked up the pace. She panted and moaned, enjoying fucking me as much as I enjoyed being fucked.

"I love fucking a woman," Mary moaned. "Oh, yes. Take my cock, whore! Take every inch of it!"

"Yes, Mary!" I groaned, my pussy clenching down on the girth. "Your cock is amazing!"

Mary let out a squeal of delight as she hammered me. I was so close to cumming, my entire body tensed with anticipation. The pleasure swelled, my nerves singing in bliss. I hugged a pillow, pulling it tight as my eyes squeezed shut.

And then I came gloriously on the dildo, bucking beneath Mary. "Oh yes, oh yes!" I screamed over and over as Mary plunged in and out of my twat. "So fucking good!"

"Yes!" Mary hissed. "Cum on my cock! That's it! You whore! Oh, fuck!"

Mary shuddered and moaned, her face screwed up as she came. She looked so beautiful as I writhed. We shared our orgasms. This intimate, special bond forging between us. This was so wonderful. I loved this woman.

Mary collapsed on top of me and we rolled onto our sides. Mary spooned me from behind, the dildo still buried up my twat. Mary breasts and hard nipples pressed delightfully into my back and her arms wrapped around my body. She ran her hands up and down my sides, groping my breasts and caressing my thighs while she kissed the back of my neck and shoulders.

I turned my head and captured her lips in a kiss. I shifted onto my back, the dildo popping out of my cunt as we made out, softly and gently. Our hands explored each other's bodies as we kissed. There was no place on my body that Mary's delicate hands didn't touch and play with. Everywhere she touched me, just sent tingles of pleasure through my bodies. And my hands touched her everywhere. There was nothing about her body that didn't excite me. Her fingers, her nose, her cute bellybutton, her shapely calves and dainty feet.

"Can I try?" I asked, sliding my hand up and down the wet dildo.

"Yeah, baby," Mary grinned. "I was hoping you'd want to."

She helped me get in the harness, securing it about my waist and making sure the dildo pressed on my clit. Then she knelt on the floor and swallowed the dildo, and it was so erotic. She was giving me my first blowjob.

"That's it. Suck my cock," I moaned. It was fun pretending I had a real cock.

Mary moaned and bobbed her head up and down on my cock. I stroked her auburn hair, staring down at this beautiful angel. She licked up and down the shaft and then she engulfed it again, sliding it all the way down her throat until her lips kissed the harness, then slid it back out.

Mary released the dildo and kissed her way up my stomach, her tongue tickling my bellybutton. She reached my breasts, licking circles around my melons before she sucked my hard nipple into her lips. Her hands caressed my sides, my ass, my legs, leaving tingles of excitement. Mary released my nipple, kissing up the slope of my breasts, reaching my neck. Finally, her lips were on mine, sweet and soft. I wrapped my arms around her, gently kissing her, pouring all my passion and love into her lips.

I loved her. She was my beautiful angel.

I pushed her back onto the bed, her thighs spread willingly open for me. I was suddenly so nervous. It was like my first time all over again. I crawled atop Mary, my breasts dragged slowly across her belly and up to her tits. Mary arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down into a kiss. Her tongue was wiggling into my mouth.

"Take me, Alice," she purred.

The dildo pressed against my clit, sending tingling pleasure though my pussy, as I slowly sank it into Mary's twat. I broke the kiss, staring deep into her emerald eyes. It was so magical, like my wedding night, only I was the groom and Mary was my bride. I slowly started to make love to her, pretending she was my wife.

I could picture our wedding, Mary walking beautifully up the aisle in a white dress while I waited in my black dress. Our friends and families gathered around as two hearts were made one. We would be so happy together, my sweet angel and I.

My wife, my wife, echoed through my mind as I made love to Mary. Our bodies pressing together, our flesh united through the dildo. This sweet angel would be mine. I would woo her from Mark as she wooed me from Dean. We were both gasping in pleasure, kissing and caressing each other's body. My wife orgasmed beneath me, bucking and moaning her desire loudly. When my own orgasm spilled through me, I wanted to cry out how much I love her. How much I loved this green-eyed angel.​