Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

And I loved the pleasure she stirred through me.

"You wonderful slut," I moaned as my fingers dug into her butt-cheeks. My hips humped into her hungry mouth. My orgasm crashed through me. I bucked beneath her. She nuzzled and moaned into my pussy, licking and rubbing my clit.

My lips latched onto her clit. I sucked hard as the pleasure rushed through me. Desiree moaned into my cunt as I nipped and groaned about her sensitive nub. Her hips moved, smearing her hot flesh across my mouth.

"Mi Reina, thank you," gasped Desiree as her juices flooded my mouth. I made my slut cum.

"You're welcome," I moaned. "You've earned it, slut."

"I'm so happy you and mi Rey rescued me from my dull marriage to Brandon."

"Uh-huh," I panted as the slut rubbed harder on my clit. Her circling fingers stirred my nub and sent pleasure bursting through me. I bucked and shuddered on the floor. My juices gushed into her hungry mouth.

My back arched. My vision fuzzed as the orgasms kept rippling through me I screamed out my bliss into Desiree's cunt. My pussy spasmed as my juices flowed. Desiree licked and nuzzled, gathering all my delights.

"No more," I groaned, my pussy too sensitive. "You wonderful slut, you wore me out."

"Good," she giggled. "Alison's been schooling me."

I smiled, picturing Alison's enthusiastic teachings. The pair made a wonderful couple. I was so happy Desiree proposed to Alison. The joy in our first slut's eyes as Desiree knelt to propose made my heart almost burst.

Desiree rolled off of me and extended a hand to help me up. My legs were unsteady. I glanced at Mark. He still fucked April's tight ass. The nerdy brunette shuddered, her glasses slipping off her nose as she writhed on the table.

"Cum in my ass, Master," April begged. "Then Violet can lick your cum out."

"Oh, yes, Master," Violet moaned, the naked schoolgirl rubbing at her pussy as she sat on a chair.

I walked up to Mark as he pumped away. We shared a kiss, his tongue flicking across my lips to enjoy Desiree's cunt. My hand stroked down his back to his ass. I gave him a squeeze as I broke the kiss. "I have to put on my face," I said. We had to leave for the funeral soon. "Mark, don't play with the sluts too long. You have to get ready, too."

"I'll try not to." He flashed me that boyish grin that always made me smile back. Then he slammed into April's ass and came hard.

Mark Glassner

I watched my fiance stride from the room. I pulled my dick out of April's ass. Violet's mouth replaced my cock, sucking my cum from April's bowels. My dick ached at the naughty sight. I looked around the room, wondering who I should fuck next.

Unlike Mary, I didn't need as much time to get ready.

Alison had entered the room and licked Mary's juices clean from her fiancee's lips. Alison's engagement ring glinted on her hand as she made out with her fiancee. Desiree's nut-brown hands roamed Alison's nubile body as they shared their love.

"Master," Lillian purred, flashing me a sultry look from across the table.

My goth slut was naked. She had gathered her black hair, streaked with blue and purple highlights, into a pair of fetching pigtails. On Violet, pigtails made her look like an innocent, young schoolgirl, but on Lillian it made her seem like a naughty Lolita looking to seduce any man who came her way.

All it took was my smile, and the slut knew just what to do.

Lillian stood, walked around the table, and bent over before me, exposing her shaved cunt. The tart aroma of her arousal perfumed the air. I ran a finger through her swollen vulva and gathered her juices. I brought my finger to my lips and savored her delight.

"Where should I fuck you, Lillian?" I asked, running my finger through her slit again. "In your cunt?" I shoved my finger into her pussy, bringing a soft moan from her lips. "Or your ass?" I pulled my sticky finger out and shoved it up her ass.

She was as tight as April had been. My dick throbbed. Maybe I was in an anal mood this morning.

"Oh, Master, I don't care!" she moaned, her pigtails swaying about her shoulders. "I only care that my slutty body makes you happy."

"Good girl," I answered as I ripped my finger out of her asshole. I licked her sour musk clean, savoring the taste of her ass.

I rubbed the tip of my hard cock against her puckered asshole and shoved it in. Lillian gasped in pain and smiled back at me as I stretched her anal ring wide. Like April, she could take my cock. I slammed into her hot depths, loving the shuddering moan that escaped her lips as I savored the hot, tight grip of her bowels.

"Oh, fuck my slutty ass as hard as you want, Master!" she gasped. I drew back and shoved it in again. "Oh, thank you, Master! I love it when you fuck me."

"Because you're my slut." I smacked her ass. "I own you."

"Yes." Her bowels gripped my dick. "I'm your slave, Master. Use me. Fuck me. Dump your cum in me. I just want you and Mistress to be happy."

Her words spurred my hips to fuck her hard and fast. I enjoyed her tight, velvety ass. The friction ignited bliss in my cock. The pleasure rushed through me while the table rocked. My balls slapped against her taint. I savored the sound.

April moaned nearby, her hips writhing as Violet cleaned up my cum. The nerdy girl shuddered on Violet's mouth. The schoolgirl's pigtails swayed about her shoulders as she plunged her tongue deep into April's asshole.

It was such a hot sight.

"That's it. Clean my cum from her asshole, slut," I growled, slamming my dick even harder into Lillian. She grunted and groaned, her bowels gripping my dick. "Eat her ass, Violet. Suck out every drop of my cum from her filthy bowels."

"Oh, she's doing it, Master," panted April.

"Of course she is," groaned Lillian. "She's a slut. We live to please you, Master. Oh, fuck, yes. Your cock is amazing. Keep fucking me. Slam your dick into my ass. Oh, shit, yes. So good. I'm pleasing Master."

"You are, slut," April moaned. "I loved it when he fucked my ass."

"God, what a wonderful bunch of sluts you are," I groaned, the pleasure racing up my cock. The friction burned hot through my body. I tossed back my head. "Keep fucking your hips back. Make me cum, slut."

"Yes, Master," Lillian panted.

The friction grew the pressure in my balls. Every stroke through her tight bowels brought me closer and closer to exploding in her. I gripped her hips, grunting when my groin smacked into her pale ass. Her butt-cheeks rippled with every stroke.

Lillian shuddered. She arched her back and rolled her eyes. She gasped and moaned. Her hips undulated, and she clenched and relaxed her bowels. Her pigtails flew through the air as she tossed her head, screaming out her pleasure.

"Yes, Master!" Lillian groaned as her orgasm burst through her. She collapsed on the table, her asshole writhing about my dick. "My slutty ass needs your cum! Please, Master. Oh, please, fill me up with your lovely cum!"

"You're going to get your wish, whore!" I moaned, drilling her ass harder and harder.

Her velvety bowels massaged my dick. The pleasure erupted from my cock. Cum flooded the slut's ass. I slammed into her and shuddered as the hot rush of bliss shot through me. I groaned through my teeth as the pleasure fuzzed through me.

"Thank you for cumming in me, Master," panted Lillian, her voice thick with pleasure.

"You're welcome, slut." I pulled my dick out. Lillian's asshole gaped open. My cum leaked out, trickling down to her dripping cunt.

I turned to see doll-faced Korina, her arm in a sling, and her big, blue eyes shining with lust. Wordlessly, she knelt down behind Lillian and spread her asscheeks. Korina licked up my cum leaking out of Lillian's. Korina sealed her mouth around Lillian's asshole and sucked, desperate to get every drop of her Master's cum like a good slut.

I patted her on the ass. "That's a good slut."

Korina shivered and wiggled her hips as she kept tonguing Lillian's ass.

My cock was hard and dirty with two sluts' asses. I needed to clean my dick. I surveyed the dining room, wondering who to fuck next. Desiree sat in a chair, her legs spread wide while Alison licked noisily at her cunt. Alison's slim ass and tight slit was pointed right at me. Strawberry-blond Fiona and busty, petite Xiu kissed hard. April and Violet now scissored their cunts together, humping happily as they played with their budding breasts.

"Alison," I purred, moving to my first slut. The nympho who begged to be mine. I knelt behind her and rubbed my cock against her cunt. "My dick's dirty with Lillian's and April's asses."

"Then you need to fuck my cunt," Alison moaned from between Desiree's thighs. "My pussy is so wet. It'll wash your cock clean."

I slammed into her sopping cunt. Alison kept licking Desiree's snatch while wiggling her hips and moaning her pleasure. Her cunt had tight, hot grip on my dick. I slammed it deep into her, washing the sluts' asses off inside Alison's sweet twat.

Desiree gripped Alison's bubble-gum pink dyed hair as the Latina humped her face into Alison's mouth. "Fuck her dirty cunt, mi Rey! The little slut needs a dick up her snatch all the time!"

"Yes, she does," I groaned. I couldn't see Alison's tattoo on her pudenda, but it read "Cum on In" with an arrow pointing right at her dirty snatch. "Damn, Alison, wash my cock clean with your cunt."

"Yes, Master," Alison panted between moans.

I closed my eyes and savored her juicy cunt. She was tight. My strokes were hard, my balls smacking into her clit. Desiree shuddered and squirmed on Alison's mouth. The Latina's big, bountiful tits jiggled as she squirmed on Alison's pierced tongue.

I knew how wonderful that piercing felt on my cock. And Desiree clearly loved it.

I smacked Alison's asshole. "Make your fiancee cum, slut. I want to hear Desiree scream out loudly."

"Oh, yes," agreed Desiree, her fingers tightening in her hair. "Yes, yes, yes. Oh, mi Sirenita is going to make me orgasm!"

"Then cum, whore," I growled as I pounded Alison's cunt hard.

Desiree's eyes rolled back in her head. She shuddered and shook in the chair as her orgasm rolled through her. Alison moaned in delight and drank down the flood of juices from her fiancee's cunt. The slut shuddered, her pussy clenching down on my dick.

Alison came hard.

"Thank you, Master," she moaned, her words muffled by Desiree's snatch. "Cum in me."

"Yes, mi Rey," moaned Desiree, licking her lips. "Then I can lick her clean."

I grinned and kept fucking Alison, enjoying the pleasure of her cumming pussy massaging my cock. Desiree shuddered again. Alison kept licking her fiancee. Giving Desiree one orgasm wasn't good enough for Alison.

Desiree shuddered again. Her big breasts heaved. The chair creaked as her legs spasmed. Alison slammed her hips back into my strokes. Her hands reached up and pinched Desiree's brown nipples and kneaded her bit tits.

"Oh you delicious whore," Desiree moaned. "Oh, how I love mi Sirenita!"

My orgasm approached as Desiree bucked on Alison's hungry lips a second time, her large breasts heaving as her body shook and she screamed. Alison looked up and flashed me a wicked grin, her face smeared with pussy cream.

"I think your cock is clean, Master," Alison purred. "Cum in me. Unload your balls. I know you need your release."

"Mi Rey is always horny," Desiree panted, her eyes closed, a huge smile on her lips.

"Uh-huh," Alison smiled, her pussy clenching on my dick as she licked her lips, her tongue stud flashing at me.

"You fucking slut," I groaned, the naughty sight shooting right to my balls. "Fuck, you have a tight, slutty cunt!"

My cum erupted into Alison's hungry cunt. The pleasure boiled out of me. I groaned and grunted. I buried into her depths and savored her tight, juicy snatch. My dick throbbed with each blast of cum. The pleasure beat through my veins.

I was ready to go. I had an orgasmic high to last me all day.

"Oh, thank you for cumming in my pussy, Master!" Alison sighed.

"You're welcome," I panted as I pulled out of her cunt.

Before I left the kitchen, Desiree had her face buried into Alison's snatch, licking up my cum. I grinned as I headed upstairs to get ready for my dad's funeral. I walked into the master bedroom and found Mary standing before the sink in our bathroom applying her makeup.

"Damn," I said, admiring her lingerie.

She smiled as my eyes looked over her. She wore a matching clothes, all black: lacy bra that cupped her perky breasts, and a garter belt that held up a pair of sheer thigh high stockings. Over the garter belt she wore a flimsy pair of panties. Her panties could come off, but the stockings would stay on.

Mary knew I liked a woman in stockings.

"I laid out your clothes, Mark," she said, not looking at me as she carefully applied her mascara.

Mary was beautiful without makeup on, but she became just gorgeous with it. "You're so beautiful, Mare."

She smiled, her lips shiny red.

With a heavy heart, the Living God laid to rest His earthly father. The God learned much from His father, and through grief was love tempered. The time fast approached for the Living Gods to reveal their love to the world.

--The Gospel of April 27:01-02

Mary Sullivan

Mark dressed in the dark slacks and the white, buttoned-down shirt I laid out for him. When I walked out of the bathroom, he pulled on the dark-gray suit jacket while I pulled out the most conservative dress I owned--the skirt falling to my knees and the neckline only showing off a hint of my cleavage. Since I met Mark, it was the most amount of clothing I had warn.

I had gotten used to be naked even out in public. Which was such a rush, but I wanted to be respectful to Mark.

As Mark clipped on a black tie, I donned the diamond earrings he bought me followed by the heart-shaped locket with a rose sculpted on the front. It was my favorite piece of jewelry beside my engagement ring. Mark smiled at me again.

I loved his hungry eyes.

"Shall we?" he asked, holding out his arms. He was avoiding thinking about his dad. They had a... complicated relationship.

We headed downstairs and found Mark's younger sister Antsy waiting. She wore a simple, ebony dress, her black hair done up in a plain braid. "Hey, bro," she said, a little sad. "I... Christ, I still can't believe Dad's dead."

"I know," Mark said, his demeanor changing, his face growing soft. He went to his sister and hugged her.

Antsy buried her face into his chest and her body shook as she cried. Mark soothed her and stroked her hair. Pain shone in his eyes, but I wasn't sure if it was grief for his dead dad or grief over his sister's. I walked up to him and stroked his back.

"God, I'm a mess," Antsy said. "He was an abusive prick who made mom miserable, and yet..."

"I know." Mark took a deep breath. "We should get going."

Antsy nodded.

We left in Mark's Mustang, Antsy sitting in the back. Mark's mom didn't come. But she watched us leave, her face red with tears. She had loved her husband once before he became abusive. I think she may have loved him when she pulled the trigger on the shotgun and killed him. But Sandy just hated her husband more than she loved him by then and she wanted to protect her new lover, Betty.

Mark, with our bodyguard escort, didn't speed on the way to the funeral home in Parkland, where both our families were from. It was a quiet drive. Mark stared straight ahead while Antsy stared down at her small purse clutched in her hands.

The funeral was held in small room a few rows of pews before the plinth and a simple urn containing Mr. Glassner's ashes. A huge photo of the man, from when he was young and still fit, set on an easel. Only a few people showed up for the funeral. Mark didn't know them all except a few.

"Hey, Uncle Aaron," Mark said to a man that was clearly his dad's brother. "Hi, Aunt Dee."

"So sorry for your loss," Dee said, then glanced at me while Antsy hugged her Uncle and cried more.

I put on a friendly smile as Dee's eyes lit up. I swallowed. My wish for every woman to be attracted me didn't seem all that appropriate at the moment. But there was nothing I could do about it except not take advantage of Mark's attractive aunt.

"This is Mary, my fiancee," Mark said.

"I've seen you both on TV," Dee said. "I still can't believe that's Mark causing all those problems."

"Don't believe everything you hear," I lied. "Mark hasn't done anything wrong. Everything he does is right."

"Of course it is. He's a good boy." Dee gave me a friendly hug. "Besides, a pretty girl like you wouldn't get mixed up with a bad guy."

"That's right," I nodded. Mark wasn't bad, just horny. And so was I. So what if we used our powers to satiate our desires? The sluts were all happy, and so was every woman we enjoyed. Even Dee would be happy if I whispered the right words into her ears.

I broke the hug though. "We should take our seats," I said. "I think it's starting."

A minister had appeared at the podium. Dee blinked and nodded before she let her husband lead her away. I took Mark's arm again and we found seats with Antsy up front. I crossed my legs and swallowed.

I hadn't been to a lot of funerals.

Mark Glassner -- Parkland, WA

The minister stepped up to the podium in his black shirt and starched white collar. He opened a thick bible and read from scripture. I didn't hear a word he said. I was lost in memories of dad before he hurt his back. Then he had been a real father and not the drunken asshole he became. He used to smile and laugh. He and Mom were happy, like a husband and wife should be.

I glanced at Mary, studying her. She reached over and took my hand, giving me a squeeze. I would never turn into my father. I would never hurt my filly and drive her away from me. My father had turned into a terrible man.

I had to be the opposite.

Mary's hand squeezed mine. Tears beaded in my eyes. She pressed her shoulder against mine. It was a slight movement, but I enjoyed the comfort she gave me. I squeezed her hand back and looked at my father's urn.

He was dead. I would never see him again. I hated him for so long. I could have stopped him from ever hurting Mom again. If I had acted, she never would have to live with the guilt of pulling the trigger and putting him down.

"Would anyone like to say a few words about David Glassner?" the minister asked, his words cutting through the fog of my thoughts.

Before I knew what happened, I stood. I didn't know why I walked to the podium. I hadn't planned on saying anything. I reached it, resting my hands on the polished wood, and paused, trembling before the few mourners who had cared enough to attend.

Then my eyes turned to the urn. The words spilled unbidden from my lips. "Dad, you were an abusive drunk. An asshole to Mom, to me, and to Antsy. But you weren't always like that. I remember the time I helped you replace a doorknob. It must have made the job take twice as long. My hand was almost too tiny to hold the screwdriver. I had to strain to twist the screw in.

"But you didn't get mad. You put your hand over mine and helped me twist. We drove in the screws one by one together. When we finished..." I smiled at the memory of my dad's hand rubbing my head when we finished. "When we finished, you told me I was good boy for helping you out. So, Dad, I forgive you. Wherever you are."

I was close to crying as I walked from the podium. I marched down the aisle, my back straight. I couldn't stay in here. I had to get away. I reached the double doors at the end of the small chapel. I burst through it, sucking in ragged breaths. I leaned against the wall, my fist clenching.

My father was dead.

The doors opened a moment later and Mary appeared. She threw her arms around my neck and cradled me to her breast as the tears burst from my eyes. Her fingers stroked through my hair. Tears ran down my cheeks, forming hot rivulets that cooled until the next drop flooded out of my eyes. My body shook and Mary whispered soothing whispers.

I held her tight, scared to let go.

Time faded away as I poured out my emotions. When I finished, my throat ached and my head throbbed. I looked up at Mary, both embarrassed that I had broken down before her and joyful that I had her for comfort.

I cupped her face. "Thank you."

She kissed my cheek. Her perfume filled my nose. "You're welcome." She reached into her purse and pulled out a tissue. "Here."

I wiped my face clean and took a deep breath. My bodyguards waited nearby. The two women, dressed as sexy cops, both gave me kind smiles. I kept my arm around Mary, not wanting to let go of her just yet.

The doors opened and my Uncle Aaron and his wife appeared. He had Dad's urn held in the crook of his arm. He walked over to me. "Hey, Mark."

I smiled. "Hey, Uncle Aaron."

He licked his lips. "Tell your mom that I understand why she did it."

"I will," I told him and shook his hand.

Uncle Aaron shook my hand and Aunt Dee kissed me on both cheeks. "We have a flight to catch," she said with an apology and then they walked out of the funeral home.

Mary and I had a flight to catch as well. I tossed Antsy my Mustang's keys. "Don't wreck my car," I told her. "I stole it from this asshole, and it's just so satisfying to drive."

"We'll see, big bro," Antsy grinned then gave Mary and me warm hugs. "Don't wreck New York."

I laughed hard. It felt amazing.

We have all seen the Tyrants' powers. They flaunt it. They call it divine. But the foundation of their power was two things: their Pacts with the Adversary and a single book--the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. With that book, Samnag Soun created the "miracles" the Tyrants employed.

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

Mary Sullivan -- South Hill, WA

Mark and I rode with our bodyguards to Thun Field, the small airport in South Hill. Half our bodyguards were accompanying us, two to watch the plane and the other four to protect us in New York. Mark thought he was paranoid for bringing them, but he was right to be cautious. Brandon Fitzsimmons knew about the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, the book we were after. I feared the problems he could cause if he got his fat fingers on it.

And it wasn't just Brandon we needed to worry about. There was a nun lurking about as well. Sister Theodora Mariam. In Miami, she had attacked Antsy, turning her into a trap for Mark. It almost worked. If I ever found Sister Theodora, I would break her harder than I broke Karen.

Our Gulfstream private jet waited for us, fueled and ready to go. Our pilots, Joslyn and Lynda were walking about the plane doing their final inspections. Both were wearing slutty stewardess uniforms. Short, blue miniskirts and low-cut blouses that left most of their breasts exposed, especially Lynda's large tits. Her nipples and piercings pressed hard against the tight, thin material of her blouse.

"Sir, Ma'am," Joslyn smiled as we approached the plane. "We'll be ready to depart in a few minutes. You're luggage is already aboard. Violet and April personally took it in."

"Good," Mark nodded, a smile on his lips. "Shall we board."

I nodded at my fiance. The grief for his father still lingered in his eyes. I offered my arm and walked with him to our own plane. I smiled. It was so amazing. We owned our own plane. I know we could do whatever we wanted, but this was a status symbol

Mark and I would change the world. We would make it into a better place. I had so many ideas. Mark would make an amazing politician. Standing sharp and handsome, telling the voters how we would make their lives better.

Mark needed to be led into the idea. He wasn't an ambitious person. I had already planted the seeds in his mind. They would germinated and sprout soon. I would be by his side, the doting wife, supporting him and advising him.

"What are you smiling about?" Mark asked as we climbed up the stairs which folded out from the plane's doors.

"Just thoughts about the future."

Monique and her friend Lize waited for us. "Welcome, Monsieur and Mademoiselle," Monique purred in her delightful, French accent.

A wicked smile crossed my lips as I gazed at Monique and Lize's clothing. I thought our pilots found slutty stewardess outfits, but they had nothing on Monique and Lize's. Both women wore skirts so short they didn't even cover the bottom of their asses. You could clearly see their naked pussies. Instead of blouses, they had on white bustier that cupped their breasts and left their nipples bare. Red-and-blue-striped ties dangled between the slopes of their exposed breasts, completing the naughty ensemble.

Monique was a French beauty, her long, curly black hair was piled up one side and fell about her left shoulder, tumbling down across her back and left breast. She was tall and willowy and moved with an exotic grace as she walked up the plane to greet us with passionate kisses that left my pussy dripping. She was the trophy wife of the previous owner of the plane, Julius Prescott III.

Her friend, Lize, was another bored trophy wife and one of Monique's many lovers.

"This is my sweet, little Lize," Monique purred, grabbing the other woman's hand and leading her forward. "Isn't she just delicious?"

"Yes, she is," Mark growled and I let out an agreeing purring moan.

There was nothing little about Lize. She was as tall as Monique, and voluptuous. Her tits were large and round, topped with large, pink nipples that were hard as rocks. Her blonde hair, gathered in a French braid, fell down to the small of her back. She had shaved her pussy smooth, and gold glinted between her thighs as she walked forward.

She had a pierced clit.

Monique boasted that her little Lize would do anything Monique asked and she wasn't kidding. Lize seemed completely at ease being so naked before a pair of strangers. I shifted my hips, eager to enjoy both married women behind their husbands' backs.

"Lize, you're going to be our stewardess from now on," Mark told her. "Whenever we call, you'll drop what your doing and come over to Thun Field."

"Oh, I'd love that," she purred, her hips wiggling, and that delicious skirt swaying about her waist.

"We'll be taxiing to the runway now," Joslyn announced over the plane's intercom. "Everyone should sit down and get ready for takeoff."

Mark seized Lize's hand and led her over to the first seat. He sat down and Lize, smiling, rubbed his hardening cock through his slacks. The sexy blonde unzipped my fiance and pulled out his cock, stroking it.

That left me to play with Monique.

I sat down and seized the Frenchwoman's hand. Behind me, the six bodyguards took their seats. I yanked Monique into my lap. Her breasts bounced as she fell on me while her arms slipped around my neck. Her lips met mine.

Her kiss was so sweet.

I found her nipples with my fingers, stroking them as our tongues met. She moaned into the kiss, her arms tightening about her neck as the plane rolled forward. My fingernail circled her areola, scratching at the little bumps.

Monique loved it.

Lize knelt down and sucked Mark's cock into her mouth, her blonde hair spilling about his lap. Mark groaned and arched his neck. "Fuck," he moaned. "You are one slutty woman!"

"Ohh, I know," Lize cooed after popping her mouth off Mark's cock. "Alas, my poor husband doesn't know how to handle my appetites."

"I'm very good at feeding sluts just what they want," Mark grinned.

"Good," she purred and sucked his cock back into her mouth.

My fingers pinched Monique's nipple as I watched Lize bob her hungry mouth up and down Mark's cock. My pussy grew wetter while Monique squirmed on my lap. Her tongue thrust deep into my mouth, her kiss growing more aggressive the harder I twisted her nipple.

The plane taxied around a corner and stopped. The engine roared louder and the plane shook. We were about to take off. Mark pulled Lize up and the blonde stewardess slammed her pussy down his dick. The plane accelerated forward, forcing Monique into my lap. I held her tight and tugged hard on her nipple, stretching out the nub as the plane's engines growled louder and louder. The plane shook. The scenery blurred past out the window.

"Oh, fuck!" Lize moaned.

The plane leaped into the air. Lize rode my fiance's cock, sliding her hot cunt up and down his shaft as the we climbed higher and higher. Her moans echoed through the cabin, a hot counterpoint to the kiss I shared with Monique.

I squirmed beneath Monique, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. We never broke our kiss as I kept playing with her nipple. She moaned every time I stretched out her nub and let go. Her skirt rode up and the heat of her naked cunt bled through my skirt.

"Ohh, you have a nice cock," moaned Lize. "Mmm, I am so glad Monique invited me. This is so much more fun than going to a silly fund raiser."

Monique broke our kiss and giggled. She slid off my lap and grinned at me while her hands stroked my thighs, sending pleasure racing up my leg right to my pussy. "See, Lize. Just like I promised."

"Yes, you did," I purred as her hands climbed higher and higher, pushing up the black material of my dress.

Monique licked her lips as her sensuous hands climbed higher and higher. My pussy clenched as she neared my panties, then she reached them and hooked her fingers around the waistband. I lifted up my ass to allow Monique to pull off my lacy, black panties.

"Naughty," Monique smiled, holding up my panties. "Someone's excited."

"Very," I purred.

Monique held the wet gusset of my panties to her nose and inhaled. The Frenchwoman shuddered as she enjoyed my sweet, spicy scent. I pressed my thighs together, my pussy growing hotter as Monique shuddered delicately.

"Delicious," she purred. I loved her accent. She threw her panties at Mark and Lize then buried her face beneath my skirt.

My panties landed on Lize's heaving breasts. The blonde picked them up, still riding Mark, and held them to her nose, inhaling deeply my fragrance. She groaned and licked the crotch of my panties.

"Mmm, your fiancee tastes delicious," Lize moaned. "But your cock feels more delicious in my hungry pussy!"

"Yes, Mary has a tasty clam," Monique purred happily from beneath my skirt. My eyes widened as she buried her face into my pussy and licked.

"Oh, god, I love your tongue on my snatch!" I moaned. "You fucking little pussy slut! Eat my delicious clam! Devour me! Make me cum all over your beautiful face! I want to see those lips stained with my juices!"

Mark's chair groaned as Lize rode him hard. I watched her large breast bounce as I humped against Monique's delicious mouth. The married Frenchwoman loved to eat pussy. She had such skill as she flicked her tongue over and over through my folds, stirring such excitement through me.

My toes curled. I leaned back in my chair and savored every moment of her tongue sliding through my hot folds. She brushed my clit at the end of every flick before she started over. Each lick arched my back and brought another moan from my mouth.

"Oh, you wonderful slut," I gasped. "I'm going to cum so hard on your mouth."

Mark grinned at me. He loved watching women go down on me. It made him so hard. I smiled and winked at him. He winked back then slid a hand down Lize's ass. He gripped it and shoved his fingers into her crack.

Lize squealed, "Ooh, you like playing with my backdoor?"

"Mark loves fucking a slut up the ass," I panted, my hips undulating as the pleasure swelled inside of me.

"Mmm, and I love it up my ass!" the blonde groaned. She leaned back, savoring Mark's finger working in and out of her asshole as she rode him. "Maybe you'll fuck my ass before we land?"

"Absolutely, slut," Mark groaned. "I'll make you cum so hard."

I smiled, then gasped. I hadn't noticed Monique's naughty hand. Her hand had slid beneath my ass while I writhed and humped, allowing her finger to slip in between the cheeks of my butt. Her finger brushed my asshole then sank up to the knuckle into my velvety bowels.

"Oh, you wonderful slut," I panted, my eyes rolling back into my head. "Mmm, yes. That's nice. Keep doing that. Work that finger in and out of my asshole. I'll cum so hard on your mouth. I'll drown you in my delicious cream."

Her finger wormed in and out of my asshole as her tongue slid through my folds. I shuddered and leaned my head back. The pleasure grew inside of me as she teased me. Her tongue thrust deep into my pussy while her other hand found my clit and pinched my nipple.

I spasmed and gasped, my asshole clenching down on her finger.

My chair creaked louder. My orgasm swelled through me. Monique's wicked tongue brought me closer and closer to erupting. I groaned through my teeth as my fingers clenched and relaxed on the arms of my chair.

"Fuck," I groaned. "That's it. Damn, you're so good. Oh, yes. Keep doing that."

Monica moaned, "Cum on my lips, Mademoiselle."

"I will." My eyes squeezed shut as the pressure swelled through me. Her finger worked deeper and deeper into my asshole. She pumped it in and out. I gasped as the hot pleasure from my ass mixed with the sparks her pinching fingers created with my clit.

"I'm going to cum up inside your cheating, married cunt!" gasped Mark.

"Oh, do it!" Lize moaned. "Mmm, my husband cannot satisfy me, but your cock feels so good inside me. My husband and I are trying to have a child, but his little sperm just can't seem to find my little egg."

Mark couldn't resist. He grunted as he came, filling her fertile cunt with a load of his cum. I hoped my fiance knocked her up. It was so hot knowing we were playing with married women. They were more eager to please us than their husbands.

That thought shuddered through me. My thighs clamped tight about Monique's head. Her tongue swirled through my cunt, her finger pumped in my asshole, and her other fingers massaged my clit. My body heaved as my pleasure exploded through me.

"Yes, you're making me cum, slut!" I screamed.

The pleasure shot through me. I bucked and heaved on her face. My pussy clenched and my bowels spasmed about her fingers. My chair swayed as I writhed. Stars danced before my eyes. The bliss washed through me.

Mark's eyes watched me thrash. He had Lize's naked breasts pressed against his cheek. The blonde also watched. I bucked again. My breasts heaved inside my bra as my pleasure reached its crest. Then it fled me, and I sucked in deep breaths as I panted on the chair.

I was so over-dressed.

I pushed Monique's face out from beneath my skirt. My cream coated her lips. She licked at them, beaming. She loved devouring my cunt and making me cum like a proper slut. I stood up, loving the power I had over the woman. I turned to face Mark, Monique behind me.

"Unzip me," I commanded.

Monique obeyed. The zipper down the back of my dress rasped. The black fabric fell off my body. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra as Monique pulled off my dress. I dropped my bra to the floor and stepped out of my skirt, naked save for my stockings and garters.

Mark grinned and groaned, "God, you look so sexy."

The lust in his eyes made my pussy clench.

"Oh, you want to go again?" Lize asked, squirming on Mark's lap. I bet his dick went rock hard inside of her.

"Yeah, but not with you," Mark told the slut.

That made me happy. He could have any woman he wanted, but I was the one he wanted most. I held out my hand. "C'mon, stallion. Let's break in our bed and join the mile high club!"

"I think we just did," Mark said, pointing at Lize and Monique.

I waved my hand dismissively. "It doesn't count with sluts."

Mark laughed as Lize climbed off his dick. His cum leaked down her thighs. The blonde shrugged, then pulled Monique to her. The pair kissed as I led Mark through the cabin. We passed the bodyguards already getting frisky.

When we created the bodyguards, we divided them into partners and ordered each pair to fall in love. The pairs of sexy cops kissed and stripped each other, filling the plane with more moans. I paused to savor the sight of our servants descending into a lesbian orgy, then Mark swept me up in his arms and closed the private cabin's door behind us.

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"God, you look so sexy in nothing but stockings," I moaned, pulling off my clothes as Mary spread out on the bed.

"Do I?" she purred, her auburn hair falling around her face. She shifted her position, posing like a pin-up model. Her legs spread just enough to hint at her wet cunt between her thighs. "Do you want to come and fuck me?"

"Yes," I groaned as I thrust my slacks and boxers down my thighs, freeing my hard cock again.

Mary crooked her finger and I crawled naked across the bed to her.

I mounted Mary and kissed her as I settled my weight on her nubile body. Mary's perky tits rubbed against my chest as she writhed and sighed beneath me. I nibbled on her lips, savoring the feel of her beneath me. Warm, silky, and exciting. My woman.

Her arms went around me, her fingers scratching at my back as she kissed me even harder. Her thighs parted and her wet pussy rubbed along my throbbing cock. I savored the feel of her beneath me. I itched to love her body.

So I broke the kiss and nuzzled at her neck. I sucked and nibbled, letting my hands stroke her sides. She squirmed beneath me and let out sighs. I loved the salty flavor of her skin as I marked my fiancee with a brown hickey.

"Mark," she groaned as lips kissed even lower.

"Yes?" I asked as my hands found her small breasts and squeezed.

"I'm already wet. Just fuck me."

"When I'm done playing with your body." My fingers pinched her right nipple.

"Damn," she sighed, a big smile on her lips. "You spoil me."

"Uh-huh." I leaned down and kissed at the slope of her right breast.

My lips circled her breast. I licked a slow spiral up to her areola while I pinched her other nipple. She squirmed as I drew nearer and nearer. I paused to kiss and nip her freckled breast as I neared her dusky pinnacle.

My tongue flicked at the edge of her areola. My naughty filly let out a throaty moan as I kissed around her nipple before my lips engulfed it. She gasped in pleasure as I sucked hard. My tongue swirled around her nipple as I made love it. I nipped and sucked it over and over. Her moans grew louder and louder while her body writhed beneath me.

Her green eyes fluttered as her pleasure built. So I released her nipple.

"No," she panted. "Please don't stop, Mark! Keep sucking."

I ignored her, eager to keep teasing her. I kissed over to her other breast and slowly spiraled around her mound with kisses. She squirmed. Her hot pussy rubbed on my stomach, her clit hard against my flesh.

"Suck on my nipples," she groaned. "They're so sensitive. You're going to make me cum, Mark. I was so close. Let me cum."

She begged so sweetly. I couldn't be cruel and deny her pleasure.

I engulfed her nipple. I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. Her back arched beneath me. She moaned and gasped. The bed creaked as she thrashed. Her pussy smeared across my stomach as I pleasured her nipple.

My hand found her other nipple, still wet from my mouth. I pinched and twisted it, still sucking on the first. Her head tossed back and forth, her red hair spilling across the pillows. Her moans grew louder.

She was about to cum.

"Mark," she gasped, quivering beneath me as her orgasm rippled through her body. "Oh, Mark, your lips feel so wonderful!"​