Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Christ, was my mom masturbating? One of Mary's Pacts with the Devil was to to have any woman desire her. Her wish was working over the phone. And then it hit me. That's how I could sleep with my mom. Mary could get a woman, including my mom, to do anything sexual that she wanted. Her power just made them so horny they couldn't help themselves. To protect my sluts from being controlled by a nun, I needed to fuck my mom. According to that bitch Lilith, the only person immune to my powers was my mom. For Mary, since she was a woman, it was her dad.

I smiled, my cock growing hard. On Sunday, I was going to fuck my mom thanks to my fiancee.

Mary Sullivan

A hot shudder past through me as I listened to Mark's mother let out another moan.

I glanced at Mark and mouthed, "Is your mom masturbating?"

He nodded, a big grin on his face.

"Well, Sandy, I'm a very attractive woman," I purred, so excited that my powers were making Sandy masturbate while thinking about me. It was so fucking wrong. My hand slipped down, pulled up my skirt, and rubbed at my shaved pussy, my fingers sliding into my wet depths filled with Mark's cum and my juices. "I have long, auburn hair, emerald eyes, and a heart-shaped face covered in freckles."

"Umm, Mark's always liked redheads," Mark's mom cooed. "So what's your bust size?"

That was definitely not a normal question. My pussy clenched on my fingers as I purred, "32B, covered in freckles. They're firm and perky. And I have a great ass. Your son really loves it."

"Oh, yes, I bet he does!" There was a stifled moan and heavy breathing. "What else, honey? What do you do?"

"I'm an art student at De Vry," I continued. My free hand slid up my body, massaging one of my perky B cups through my dress, playing with my nipple. "I love to paint."

"Maybe I could pose for you," my mom panted. "I've always wanted to be...ohh...painted."

"Mmhh, I bet I would love to paint you," I moaned. "I'm looking for a model for a nude painting. For class."

The look on Mark's face was part stunned at his conservative mother's sudden wantonness, and part thrilled that he got to listen. I loved my powers.

"Oh, I could do that...umm...for you, sweetie," Sandy husked. "To help you...ohhh...out."

"Uhh, it would be just the two of use!" I cooed, my fingers rapidly moving in and out of my cunt as I ground the heel of my hand on my hard clit. The pleasure shuddered through me. "I can't wait for you to cum over."

"Yes, yes, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum...over!" There was an intake of breath and a muffled cry as Sandy came.

The excitement of listening to my fiancee's mother orgasm sent a hot jolt right to my pussy. I gasped and sucked in a deep breath as my climax rippled through my body. I squirmed on the seat, biting my lip to muffle my moan.

"Well, I can't wait to see you and your fiancee, honey," Sandy cooed. "I'll convince your dad to come. Love you, sweetie. And your fiancee."

"Love you, too, Mom," Mark answered. The phone went dead as his mother hung up. Mark groaned, his cock hard and throbbing, rising up from his open fly. "Holy shit, Mare, that was hot."

"Yeah," I breathed, a contend smile crossing my face. "I guess my power works over the phone."

"Your power is how I'm going to sleep with my mom!" Mark exclaimed, excited to cross that taboo line.

"Of course," I gasped, my eyes widening in realization. "Wow, why didn't I think about that?" A naughty smile grew as my pussy itched again. "Don't worry, Mark. You let me take care of it. I'll get your mom so hot and bothered she'll be begging for your cock."

An image of Mark's mom kneeling before Mark, lust shining in her eyes as she begged to suck her son's cock, blossomed in my mind. My pussy clenched in delight. I couldn't wait for Sunday night. It would be so wrong and taboo. I wanted to watch Mark fuck the pussy that birthed him.

Mark groaned, rubbing his still hard cock. He looked at me, his blue eyes shining with lust. "My cock's begging for your mouth right now."

I smiled, my own pussy on fire. "Fine, one last time," I told him. I needed to stop sucking his cock while he drove. It was so dangerous, but I just couldn't resist this sexy man anything. I bent over and sucked his cock as we raced down the freeway.

Mark ran his fingers through my hair as I fingered my pussy. We both moaned and groaned, his Mustang reeking of hot pussy. I savored the scent as my orgasm shuddered through me. I gasped around his cock, sucking hard, eager for his cum.

He did not disappoint me. I slurped down every salty drop.

"Thanks, Mare," Mark grinned.

"Oh, it was no problem, hun," I answered. Then I flipped down the passenger visor and looked in the mirror, wiping cum off my lips with a moist toilette from my purse. My lipstick was a bit smeared, so I grabbed out my stick and carefully reapplied it.

And then an absolutely naughty idea popped into my head. I grinned at Mark. "Umm, I have an exciting plan."

"Shoot," Mark said, eager to hear it.

"Well, I think we should have our doctor open a clinic in South Hill," I explained. "A free OB/Ggy clinic. Our doctor could find young women to work for us, maybe in brothels, or we could use them at our fundraisers to help generate you support. They would be a hit at fancy parties with powerful people. Everyone knows that politicians and the rich are perverts."

"I bet there's plenty of medical space for sale," Mark agreed. "It's a good idea." He gave my hand a squeeze. "Let's do it."

I smiled at him and squeezed his hand back. Then I broached an idea that had been peculating in the back of my mind. "Have you thought about what you want, Mark? With your powers."

"I just want to have fun with you," he shrugged.

I shook my head and leaned over. "You could accomplish so much," I whispered in his ear. "You could be so powerful."

"What are you thinking of, Mare?"

"You could change laws, shape this town, this state, hell, even this country into what ever you want." My breath quickened as I imagined him so powerful and sexy. "Wouldn't that be something? You could be President Glassner."

"Wow," Mark grinned. "President, huh. But I just wanted to use my powers to fuck pretty women."

"Isn't that why men get into politics?" I asked with a wicked giggle. "And it can all start with our charity."

A smile crossed his lips. "President Glassner." He savored the words. "And you'd make a radiant First Lady. Fuck, that is a hot idea." He stroked his cock, arching his eyebrows at me. "What do you say, Mare? Care to suck the cock of a future president."

"Sure," I moaned. I could reapply my lipstick. And it was hot sucking his cock while we were driving. So risky and dangerous.

Mark groaned as he drove into downtown Tacoma, my mouth wrapped around his cock. By the time he came, we were driving past Tacoma General Hospital, looking for a place to park before the Allied Health clinic Dr. Willow WolfTail worked out of.

Of all of the women in Mark's inner circle, Dr. Willow WolfTail was the least known to the public. She shunned the limelight, and it doesn't appear she was even one of the women collectively known as "the Sluts." What we do know is, in the year leading up to the Eclipse, she ran a free women's health clinic in South Hill, Washington that was believed to be a front for recruiting young women to serve in the Tyrants' household.

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

Dr. Willow WolfTail -- Tacoma, WA

I checked the chart on the door before I entered the room, scanning the notes. I was giving an Abigail Tipton an examination today. I scanned her chart. She was twenty, in good health, and was in for her annual checkup. I did blink at her number of partners. She had simply left a question mark.

That was strange.

I put on a smile onto my cinnamon-colored face. I was Native American, a member of the Puyallup Tribe of Indians, giving me a rich, cinnamon skin and straight, black hair. A hot thrill went through me as I entered and saw Abigail in her hospital gown. She was beautiful, with green eyes, curly-brown hair, and a great smile.

My lusts burned hotter inside me. I was a straight woman. I was married to Yancy, my college sweetheart. Things had cooled between us, but our marriage was going fine. Mostly. I never thought about women as sexual partners until they were in my exam room. I don't know what it was about seeing a woman sitting on the exam chair, her legs in stirrups, all vulnerable and exposed, while I was allowed to caress their most intimate parts.

I just wanted to molest them all.

It's why I became a Gynecologist. Sure, I tell everyone I did it for the babies and helping women out, but really I just wanted to spread a woman's pussy open with my speculum and peer inside at her pink, juicy flesh.

I squeezed my thighs before I entered the exam room.

"Hi, Abigail, how are you doing?" I asked as I strode in.

"Great," she smiled, squirming on the exam table, her feet in the stirrups.

"That's good to hear." I walked over to the sink to wash my hands. "Your chart has a question mark for the number of sexual partners you've had in the last year."

"It was only two until yesterday." She shuddered. "And then I met Mark Glassner."

That name was slightly familiar. "Who is that? A local celebrity?"

"You could say that," Abigail moaned. "I went for a ride in the back of his cop car. While his cop slut drove, I fucked him. It was so hot. My hands were cuffed behind my back as I worked my pussy up and down on his cock."

My cheeks burned. "I really don't need to hear such details about your sex life." My pussy grew hotter. I turned the water off, dried my hands and pulled on my latex gloves.

"I don't mind. Mark changed me. He let me know what I truly was."

Mark. That name was familiar. Had it been on the news lately? "Which is?" I asked as I sat down on my rolling chair and moved to her.

"A prostitute."

I blinked at that. "What?"

"A prostitute. He told me to whore my way home." Abigail shuddered. "It was so hot. A whole police station gangbanged me last night. They poured so much cum in me. I have no idea how many guys I fucked."

"That sounds dangerous," I told her. "So you're not practicing safe sex?"

"No!" she moaned. "Thank god I'm on the pill, or I would have been in trouble. But I love being a prostitute. It's so fucking hot."

My cheeks burned as I sat on my rolling chair and moved between her thighs. I grabbed the bottle of lube for my fingers. "Not necessary, Doctor," she grinned. "I'm more than wet enough."

I shuddered as I rolled up her gown. I turned on the penlight in my left hand, shining a light between her thighs. Her freshly-shaved pussy was dripping wet. I had never seen a woman come into my exam so wet before.

"Yes, you are quite aroused."

"I might cum," moaned Abigail.

I shuddered in delight as I reached out to caress her lips. I hoped she would. I grabbed the speculum and pushed it between her pussy. I shuddered in delight as I slowly spared her pussy lips apart, exposing her pink, shiny depths.

"I'll start with the bimanual exam," I told her, sliding two fingers into her spread-open pussy. "I'm looking for any abnormalities in your cervix, uterus, and ovaries."

"Yes!" Abigail shuddered, her pussy walls contracting down on my fingers. I pressed on the outside of her pubic mound, checking for any abnormalities as I worked my finger in deeper.

My thumb brushed her pussy.

"Yes, Doctor!" she gasped as her pussy contracted on my fingers. "So hot!"

My own pussy flooded my panties as I made a patient cum for the first time ever. I licked my lips. It was almost like my own fantasies. I took a deep breath, trying to be professional as I fought the urge to bury my face between my patients thighs.

I just reminded myself of everything I would stand to lose if I gave into my depraved lusts.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I was so glad to finally find a parking place two blocks from the clinic. It was busy by Tacoma General Hospital. The hospital toward over us as we hurried down the street. We were almost late for Mary's appointment with Dr. WolfTail.

I couldn't wait to make the doctor our slut.

The street bustled with cars moving down the two lane road while ambulances and paratransit shuttles drove by. Cars honked, the sounds echoing up the street. Medical offices were everywhere, lining all five blocks of Martin Luther King Boulevard from 6th Avenue to Division.

Allied Clinic's Tacoma Branch was a large building housing dozens of different specialty clinics. Mary checked in on the first floor and a bored, old woman told us to head to the third floor. As we rode the elevator up to the third floor, I remembered the last time we rode an elevator. I made Violet my elevator slut and popped her cherry while she begged for my dick.

I barely got to second base with Mary when the elevator reached the third floor. I hated letting go of her perky tit.

The OB/Gyn clinic was right next to the elevator. We passed through a glass door into the waiting room. It was a typical doctor's office, a few chairs, a collection of magazines for women, and a frumpy looking receptionist with a huge, bulbous nose. Mary had to fill out a ton of paperwork since it was her first time. She giggled when she got to the sexual history portioned.

"There's not enough room," she quipped, and I laughed and kissed her.

"Mary Sullivan," a male nurse called a few minutes later. That was disappointing, I was hoping for a cute nurse to go along with the cute doctor.

The male nurse led us back to the examine room. He questioningly glanced at me. "He's my fiancee," Mary explained.

"Okay," the nurse said with a shake of his head.

"We share everything," Mary grinned.

"Of course you do," the nurse flatly said. He clearly wasn't used to women bringing their partners into the gynecologist.

The nurse had Mary disrobe and get into a medical gown. He was clearly nervous, glancing at me. Maybe he liked to ogle the female patients and was afraid he couldn't now. I couldn't blame the man, I would have done the same. He left the room to give her some privacy.

"You should have stripped in front of him," I laughed. "And given him a show."

"He wasn't cute enough," Mary shrugged. "If I'm going to fuck some other guy, he needs to be hot."

"Glad to hear," I said, shifting my shoulders. I didn't like Mary fucking other guys, but it was only fair to let her. She let me have all the women I wanted.

Mary pulled off her dress, and then she slid out of her panties. They were sticky with a mix our cum from that last wonderful fuck at the house. It was a hot mess. My cock throbbed at the sight of it and I made a growling sound.

"Here," she said, tossing me the messy panties.

I caught them, grimacing at my cum staining my hands. "Thanks."

"You made the mess, hun," she grinned and pulled on a hospital gown.

The nurse knocked and entered a few minutes later. I leaned against the wall. I left her messy panties sitting on her dress, the stained crotch for all to see. Mary smirked at me as the nurse quickly took her vitals.

"Okay. Doctor WolfTail will be with you soon," the nurse said when he finished. He headed for the door.

I stopped him, grabbing his arm. "No interrupting us once the doctor gets in here, okay."

"Sure," he answered.

Mary hopped up on the exam table, spreading her thighs to unveil her sticky mess at me from beneath her hospital gown's skirt. I grinned at her, rubbing at my hard cock bulging my jeans as she closed and open her thighs, flashing her pussy at me. She had such an impish grin on her face.

We waited a few minutes then there was a knock on the door and a cinnamon-skinned, Native American woman walked in. She wore a conservative, gray blouse and black skirt underneath a white, doctor's coat. Embroidered in blue thread was, "Dr. Willow WolfTail, OB/GYN." Her face was round and her lips were small, very red, and very kissable. Her hair was long, straight and a deep black. She was a young woman, late twenties, probably fresh from medical school. A wedding ring glinted on her left hand.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Willow," she greeted with a practiced, friendly air.

"I'm Mark and this is Mary, my fiancee," I said. She barely looked at me as her eyes devouring Mary. A flush darkened Willow's face and her tongue moistened her suddenly dry lips. Mary's wish at work.

"Pleased to meet you," Willow said, shaking Mary's hand, her fingers gently stroking her. "You are so beautiful."

"Oh, thank you," Mary said.

"Why don't you get your legs up in the stirrups and we'll take a look downstairs."

Mary grinned, eager to begin our naughty fun.

Mary Sullivan

I licked my lips as I saw the lust in Dr. Willow's eyes. She was even more gorgeous in person than her pic on the clinic's website.

"Sure, Dr. Willow," I purred.

I placed my legs on the stirrups. From where Mark sat, he had a good view up my gown at my cum stained, waxed pussy. I delighted in showing off for him, his eyes locked on my crotch, his hand rubbing at his erection.

The doctor walked to the counter and washed her hands thoroughly before reaching for a box containing latex gloves. I wasn't about to have that. "Oh, I think I would be more happy without the gloves. I don't like the feel of latex in my pussy."

"Oh, uh, that really isn't sanitary," Dr. Willow objected. I seductively smiled at the doctor, flashing her my green eyes. The doctor's shuddered, her cheeks darkening with a blush as the desire burned hotter inside her. She licked her lips. "Fine, just for you."

"Thanks," I cooed, "you won't regret it." And neither will I.

The doctor pulled out a pen light, sat on her rolling stool, and slid over to me. "Okay, let's have a peak." She lifted up the skirt and blinked in surprise. "Is that...semen?"

"Yes," I purred. "Don't be shy."

"Well, it looks like you've recently had intercourse, I assume with your fiance?" She glanced at Mark for a moment. She blinked. "Mark..."

"Among others," I giggled, regaining her attention. She probably recognized Mark from the news but was so clouded with desire for me she was having trouble thinking straight. "Mostly women, but sometime another man."

"I see, and you clearly don't use protection with your fiancee. Do you use protection with your other partners?"

"Nope."

"Aren't you afraid of STD's?" Dr. Willow asked, grabbing the speculum. I gasped as the cold, metallic object slid inside my pussy. I shuddered as the doctor spread me open, exposing my insides. Dr. Willow shone her light inside me while Mark arched his neck, clearly trying to get a good look at the depths of my pussy.

But I frowned, Dr. Willow's question tumbling about in my mind. "Uhh, no," I said in surprise. I had been so caught up in the lust of what Mark and I could do, I hadn't even considered STD's. "I guess I hadn't really given it a lot of thought."

"Well, you should," Dr. Willow instructed as she shined her light around and examining my vaginal walls. "Are you on the pill or use any other form of birth control?"

"The pill," I answered.

"Well, you look healthy." I could see a little worry creasing her forehead. "But that doesn't mean anything. If you continue to have such amount of unprotected sex, I would really consider using condoms on your male partners."

I did not like the sound of that. I loved the feel of cum squirting inside me.

"Now, I'm going to perform a bimanual examination," Dr. Willow smiled. "I'm going to slid two fingers inside you and press on the outside of your groin to check for any problems with your uterus, cervix, and ovaries."

"Okay." My smile widened as the doctor slid two of her fingers inside me; I shuddered as they caressed my pussy. "Your fingers feel real nice. Doesn't it feel better bare?"

"Yeah," the doctor answered, looking away and shifting her shoulders. She seemed embarrassed. "Everything's feeling all right."

"Have you ever given a woman an orgasm during an exam?" I asked with an eager excitement.

"Once," she blushed, her eyes squeezing closed for a moment. "My last patient. She was excited because of..." She shook her head. "Well, I didn't mean to."

"If you keep moving your fingers inside me, you will do it a second time," I moaned, my excitement mounting. She was so cute. I wanted to cum on her fingers.

"I shouldn't," Dr. Willow moaned, her face flushing even darker. But she slowly started to move her fingers in and out of my cunt. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Dr. Willow whispered. "You're just so enchanting. Your vagina's a beautiful flower. Your clitoris look so hard, your labia are like silk on my finger."

I writhed in pleasure as the doctor's thumb gently rubbed my clitoris in slow circles. My pussy was spread open by the speculum, her fingers plunging deep and caressing around my pussy walls. My legs twitched, my toes curling. The stirrups groaned as I shuddered.

"Oh, Doctor, that feels so good." I slid a hand up and massaged my right breast through the thin hospital gown. "Your finger feel so amazing up my twat."

A zipper rasped. My eyes shut to my fiance as he pulled out his hard cock. I licked my lips and made a jerking motion with right hand. I wanted to watch him spank his cock. Mark grinned at me, nodding his head.

Naughty filly, he mouthed to me.

I shuddered as he stroked his hard cock. I don't think he's had to resort to masturbation in a week, but it was hot watching his hand slid up and down while the doctor fingered my pussy. I moaned again, shuddering in delight. My pleasure swelled through me as I watched my fiance.

And he watched me. I loved it. I was his naughty filly. I moaned again.

"I can feel your arousal in the vaginal canal," the doctor murmured. Her free hand had slipped down and was rubbing her thighs, slowly disappearing up her skirt and moving ever closer to her hungry cunt.

"Oh, Doctor, you're going to make me cum!" I panted as my pleasure rose.

"Yes, oh, yes, come for me," Dr. Willow moaned, her desire spilling out of her. Her finger must have reached her own pussy, because her eyes fluttered and she sighed. Her shoulders moved as she fingered herself, her breath warm on my spread-open pussy.

My toes curled as my pleasure built. I focused my eyes on the tip of Mark's cock. The head had grown an angry red, precum leaking out of the tip. I licked my lips in delight, my back arching as a ripple of pleasure rolled out of my body.

Mark's hand stroked faster. What a lovely cock.

My orgasm burst through me.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" I loudly moaned as my pussy tried to clench, gripping the speculum hard. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

I thrashed and moaned, the exam table groaning. The paper sheet stuck to my ass, matted by my flooding pussy juices. I shuddered, the paper tearing as my orgasm burst through me. I gasped Mark's name.

Mark's hand was flying up and down his cock. He was so close to cumming, furiously stroking his cock. He moved closer to Dr. Willow, aiming his cock at the back of her head. Another wave of pleasure washed through me as his cock erupted.

The white cum spurted out the tip, erupting with such passionate fury. The cum splattered in the doctor's long hair, matting her black locks. I shuddered and moaned as Mark grunted, squeezing out another load that splashed into her hair.

"What the fuck!" Dr. Willow snarled in fury, turning to face Mark and caught a blast of cum right in the open mouth. She stared dumbfounded at Mark as cum dripped down her chin.

"He got you good, didn't he?" I giggled. "That's my horny stallion. Umm, Come here and give me a kiss, Dr. Willow. Let me taste that cum!"

Mark Glassner

I grinned as the Doctor gaped at me, my cum dribbling down her chin. I groaned again, and squeezed out a last blast that splashed across her forehead. Then she turned and stood up, obeying Mary's suggestion.

My cock throbbed as Mary grabbed Dr. Willow's cum-stained hair and pulled her down. My fiancee kissed the doctor hard, her tongue flicking out to lick up my cum. And then she shoveled it into Dr. Willow's mouth. Their tongues wrestled, stained white with spunk. My cock was still hard, ready to go again.

I loved my wishes. Selling my soul was the best thing I had ever done.

"Let's see you naked, Dr. Willow," I commanded.

"Sure, Mark," she replied, her anger drowned out by lust and the need to obey me.

"And you love my cum. You are so happy I came on your face."

The last of her anger vanished and a smile crossed her cum-stained lips. She purred in delight as she licked the last traces clean as her lab coat fell to the floor. Her fingers quickly worked to unbutton her blouse.

"You were on the news," she whispered.

"Yep," I grinned.

"You make people...fuck."

My smile grew.

"My horny stallion is going to take you for a ride, Dr. Willow," Mary purred as she pulled the hospital gown over her head, exposing her freckled breasts and hard nipples.

I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. Dr. Willow's bra was pale blue and cupped her nice sized breasts. Mary reached out and unclasped the bra as the doctor was unzipping her skirt. Her round, cinnamon breasts spilled out, topped by the smallest, cutest nipples. Her skirt off, Dr. Willow peeled down her pantyhose and white panties exposing a black, wiry bush of hair damp with arousal.

"She's the one, Mark," Mary moaned as she reached out to grope Dr. Willow's full breast. My naughty fiance bent down and sucked a tiny nipple into her lips before sliding her hand down to finger the doctor's furred muff.

"Dr. Willow, you're going to be our sex slave from now on," I commanded her.

"Yes, Mark," she moaned, stroking Mary's auburn hair.

"You'll do every nasty, perverted thing Mary or I tell you with a smile on your face. You love us and live to serve us. For now, you're going to continue working here at Allied Health until we get your new clinic open."

"My new clinic, Mark?" she blinked, then gasped in pain as Mary bit her nipple.

"That's Master, slut," Mary scolded. "And I'm your Mistress."

"Sorry, Mistress," Willow blushed.

"You're going to run our free OB/GYN clinic for young girls and women," Mary answered. "You'll find us beautiful women to work for us, maybe as whores or servants. I don't know, but you'll be in charge of keeping our whores and slaves healthy."

"Of course, Mistress, I would be honored."

"When you are working you will act like your professional self," I told her. "You married?"

"Yes, to Yancy," she answered. She didn't sound all that enthusiastic.

"Not anymore," I told her, grabbed her left hand, pulled off her wedding ring, and threw it in the trash. "You don't love your husband anymore, just Mary, me, and all your new slut sisters."

"He wasn't that good in bed, anyways," she said with a shrug. "Things were cooling between us."

"Where's your phone?" Mary asked. Willow pulled out a cell phone from her discarded coat and handed it to Mary. "Start eating my cunt, slut," Mary ordered, scrolling through the phone and hit call.

Willow dove into her Mary's cunt as she lay on the exam table, her legs back up in the stirrups. Willow was bent over, her cinnamon ass pointed invitingly at me. I lined up behind her and slid my cock into her black-furred pussy. I savored her wet tightness as I pumped my shaft in and out of her. Willow wordlessly moaned into Mary's spread-open cunt as I fucked her.

"Hey, Pussywillow," a male voice said over Willow's phone. Mary had put the phone on speaker. "What's going on?"

"Yancy, my name is Mary Sullivan," Mary purred on the phone, a naughty smile on her face. "I just wanted you to know your slutty wife is eating my pussy as my fiancee, Mark, fucks her tight snatch with his big cock from behind!"

"What!" Yancy gasped. "Who the fuck is this? This isn't funny! I'm going to call the cops!"

"No you don't, Yancy," I ordered. "You're going to listen while your wife makes us cum. Right, slut?" I smacked Willow's ass hard.

"Ohh, Yancy," Willow wantonly moaned. "I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore. I love Mark and his big cock that's plunging into my cunt, and I love Mary and her beautiful pussy that taste so heavenly."

"What's wrong with you?" Yancy moaned. "I don't understand."

"Your wife's found better lovers," Mary moaned. "And let me tell you, she is one skilled pussy eater." Mary moved the phone closer so the speakers could pick up the wet slurping noise of Willow's frantic tongue swiping through my fiancee's cunt. "Hear that? That's the sound of you're lovely wife's tongue lapping at my pussy! Umm, she is amazing. I'm going to cream her face."

I fucked Willow harder, the room filling with the slap of flesh on flesh. "God, your wife's pussy feel so fucking nice, Yancy. I bet you're going to miss her cunt. It's a nice one. But you'll never get to stick your little cock inside her again! She's had a real man now!"

There was sobbing coming through the phone. "Why are you doing this, Willow? I love you!"

"I don't love you, Yancy. I'm getting fucked by a real man! He just takes what he wants! It so fucking sexy to be controlled! I'm his sex slave now!" Willow panted and then dived back into Mary's pussy. Willow's on cunt clenched on my plunging cock as she groaned.

"Please, Willow, what's wrong?" Yancy begged. "We can work this out! Please?"

"Fuck, you're a wimp," Mary disparaged. "You need to understand that you're wife belongs to us now. She's our little sex slave. She'll do whatever nasty things we tell her to do. A disgusting wimp like you could never truly satisfy her."

"So you're going to file for divorce, Yancy," I told him. "You can keep everything save her clothes and jewelry. Tonight, she's going to come home, pack her bags, and leave. You will not try to stop her or hurt her in anyway."

"Fine," he sobbed.

"Oh, yes, you're wife's going to make me cum, soon," Mary purred. "Oh, her tongue is so amazing. She's lapping at my clit right now while she shoves two fingers up my cunt. And Mark is fucking her so hard her asscheeks are jiggling."

Willow let out a shuddering moan, her pussy spasming on my cock. "I'm cumming, oh fuck, you're cock feels so good, Master! I love him so much!"

Her pussy milked my cock. I shuddered, fucking her harder. "Shit! Yancy, your Pussywillow's pussy is cumming on my cock! She's such a nasty slut. I'm going to pump her full of my cum. If you ask nicely, when she gets home tonight, she'll show you her cum-stained cunt. Let you see what a real man's work looks like."

"Oh, cum in me, Master!" begged Willow. "Please, oh please. I need it so badly!"

My balls throbbed as they slapped against Willow's clit. Mary writhed before me, her face twisted with passion. She was enjoying cuckolding Willow's wimp husband as much as I was. I groaned, my cock aching. I slammed harder.

"Here it comes, whore!" I buried deep into her cunt, grunting as I emptied my nuts into her. "I'm flooding your wife's cunt!" I moaned as my body was flooded with pleasure.

"Yes!" screamed Willow. "Flood my cunt! Oh, God! That is so hot! A real man is cumming in my pussy, Yancy!"

"God, that was a good fuck," I panted, my blood pumping with endorphins. I had that orgasmic high I loved. "Now, make Mary cum, slut."

"Umm, keep sucking my clit and I'll flood your face with my tasty juices," Mary cooed, squeezing her naked breasts. Her green eyes met mine and we shared this moment. "Oh, just like that! Oh, yes!"

Mary shuddered on the table, and her legs bucked out of the stirrups. Her gasps were so sweet. I stared into her eyes as she orgasmed. Willow slurped down her juices like a good slut. Mary's stomach tightened and her back arch as her pleasure reached her peak.

Then my fiancee fell back panting, a big smile on her freckled face. Mary hung up the phone, and then a naughty grin flashed across her face. She pushed a few buttons, and then aimed the phone at Willow as she nursed at Mary's clit. Mary snapped a pic Willow and turned the phone around. Willow's face was clearly covered it in pussy juices.

"Now to send it to her husband," Mary laughed, her fingers typing away. She hit the send button and set the phone down. "I captioned it, 'Something to jerk off too since you've lost your Pussywillow! *-)' Do you think he'll like it?"

I laughed. "Wow, that's mean, Mare."

"I recall you did something similar to my ex-boyfriend," Mary said with a smile.

I grinned, remembering how satisfying it had been to make Mary break up with Mike while I fucked her in the ass. Then I sent him a picture of Mary between another woman's thigh, my cock buried in her tight bowels.

Mike was a complete asshole. The day after I broke him and Mary up, the asshole had tried to hit Mary when she picked up her belongings. I hoped Mike enjoyed his life being cuckolded by that blonde slut I made him marry. I couldn't even remember her name. But I remembered my orders to her--she would fuck any man but her husband. I ordered Mike to love her forever no matter how many times she broke his heart.

The fucker deserved worse. Like my dad. A nervous chill cooled my blood. I pushed down my fear. I had power now. I didn't have to fear my dad.

I pulled out of Willow's cunt, my cum leaking out. What a lovely sight. The Native American woman heavily breathed as she stood on rubbery legs. I kissed her lips, delighting in the flavor of Mary's cunt, sweet and spicy, on her lips.

"We'll see you tonight, slut. On your way home, pick up a very sexy nurses outfit at a sex shop. You'll wear either that or lingerie when in the house."

"Yes, Master," Willow happily smiled.

Interview Report, Yancy Coleman, 06/13/13

Y. Coleman reported to the FBI tipline that his wife, Dr. Willow WolfTail OB/Gyn., had been prayed upon by Mark Glassner. I visited the subject at aprox. 1515, 06/13/13. Preliminary interview revealed the subject is going through a divorce with his wife and fabricated the claim in a desperate attempt to rationalize his marriage's failure. I recommend no further investigation into the subjects claim.

--Excerpt from Summary Case Report 73429-45, lead investigator Agent Noel Heinrich

Mark Glassner

After everyone was dressed, Mary and Willow shared one more, passionate kiss and then we left our newest slut to see to her next patient. You really couldn't see the cum stain on the back of her white, doctor's coat, but my cum was drying in her hair, leaving a sticky white residue behind that stood out in her black tresses.

"I'm meeting Alice at the Blue Spruce at One," Mary said as we waited for the elevator. "Mind dropping me off?"

"Yeah, okay," I said.

Alice was our Realtor and Mary's lover. This would be their third time meeting in a motel. Alice was married, and Mary said her husband wasn't paying enough attention to her so Mary was more than happy to pick up the slack. My emotions were mixed on the woman. It was clear Mary felt more for this woman than just one of the sluts or other women we molested. Mary claimed they were just friends, but I was afraid something more could grow out of their affair. I trusted Mary and I didn't want to seem like I didn't trust her by objecting to her time with the woman. I just wished she would stop seeing her.

It was warm outside when we stepped out. We walked the two blocks up the street to my Mustang. Summer was almost upon us, and I eyed a few women already dressing for the heat. Summer was the best time of year.

"Do you have time for lunch?" I asked as we reached my car.

"Yeah," Mary smiled. "I'm starved.

My stomach growled as I started up my car. "Then let's find something." I pulled out of the parking lot and headed down Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard past the hospital and reached Division Avenue.

"What's there to eat around here?" Mary asked

"No idea." I looked around. We drove three blocks and reached the light. I noticed a sandwich shop, Tacoma Subs, on the corner. "How about there?"

"Sure," Mary smiled.

I turned right onto Division, went a block, and then left onto I Street. I parked on the shoulder across the street from the sub shop. We crossed I Street and entered the shop. It was like any sub shop, a pair of employees wearing khaki slack and green polos standing behind a buffet table full of cold cuts and vegetables, protected by a sneeze guard.

A couple was before us, ordering their sandwiches. The wife was gorgeous, black hair with a Mediterranean, olive complexion and a nice ass in her tight skirt. Her husband had the broad-face and dark hair of an Eastern European.

"Hi," the wife said as Mary stood next to her. The wife's eyes roamed across Mary's body, and I could see desire kindling in her eyes--Mary's wish at work. "I'm CeeCee."

"Mary." The ladies shook hands and Mary stroked her fingers.

Mary Sullivan

"I love this dress," CeeCee praised as she smiled at me, falling under my spell. "It look so amazing on you." CeeCee reached out and ran a finger down my chest, tracing the neckline.

"What can I make for you?" the bored subway worker asked us as a shiver of heat washed through me. I was going to have fun with CeeCee.

"Meatball sub, six inch," I ordered, placing a hand on CeeCee's hip. I loved the power I had over other women.

"Teriyaki chicken," Mark ordered. "A foot long. And ignore what's going on over here." My horny stallion knew what was up.

"Yes, sir," the worker said.

"I love this fabric," CeeCee murmured, rubbing my breast through my top. My nipples hardened and pressed against the fabric. I was delighted when CeeCee began tracing the one hard nub with a finger, sending delicious thrills through my body.

CeeCee's husband, who was paying for their sandwiches, glanced over and gaped, seeing his wife groping me. "What are you doing, CeeCee?" he gasped in a thick, Eastern European accent.

"Oh, just feeling the fabric of her dress," CeeCee said, flushing and pulling her hand away. What a shame, her touch had been nice. "It just felt so amazing on my fingers."

I caught her hand. I didn't want her to stop, so I placed her hand back on my breast. Feeling really naughty, I leaned over and kissed CeeCee on the lips. Her husband sputtered in shock and rage, making my pussy even wetter.

"Don't interfere," Mark ordered. "Just watch CeeCee get it on with my naughty filly."

I savored kissing CeeCee, delving my tongue into the married woman's mouth while her husband glowered on. Her tongue met mine, swirling about mine. Our tongues danced together, flashing from my mouth to hers. Her hand squeezed at my breast as our excitement mounted.

"Anna, come here and suck my cock," Mark suddenly ordered. I bet the sight of us kissing had been to much.

I broke the kiss and looked around, noticing one of the two sub shop workers. I ignored the whip-thin boy of eighteen or nineteen, and focused on the girl. She was a pretty, young woman with short, black hair and large lips wearing a nametag that read "Anna."

"Okay," Anna answered, blinking her brown eyes in surprise as she walked out from behind the counter.

"Horny stallion," I giggled before kissing CeeCee again, thrusting my tongue into her hot lips.
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