Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

"Always," squeaked Marylou between her orgasms.

Earl nodded, then bent down, whispering into his daughter's ear. Her head turned, and she kissed him with all her love through her veil. Her pussy spasmed harder on my dick. Watching father and daughter revel in their forbidden love shot me over the edge.

I slammed my dick deep into her cunt and unloaded, blessing her with my seed. Because I was special. Important. I had powers and they all knew it. They all recognized how holy I was. I groaned, my brain boiling in ecstasy while the church cheered behind me.

"You are blessed, child," I groaned, pulling out of her cunt.

"He blessed me, Daddy," Marylou moaned.

"He did," he groaned, helping her to stand up straight. I walked around the altar, buzzing with the joy of fucking her tight cunt. And she was only the first bride. Others were getting married today, too.

Mary took my hand, gasping, shuddering, cumming on April's mouth. I grinned and faced the brides. "Do you pledge, before your Gods and these witnesses, to love and cherish your father, to take him as your husband, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do, my God," breathed Marylou, such joy in her eyes.

I turned to Earl. "Do you pledge, before your Gods and these witnesses, to love and cherish your daughter, to take her as your wife, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," he answered, voice firm.

"Then I pronounce you man and wife forever," I declared. "You may kiss each other."

Earl flipped up his daughter's veil. She trembled, my cum running down her thighs to her stockings as her father leaned in and claimed her kiss. It was hot, passionate, full of unbridled lust. They moved together, sinking onto the pillows by the altar, and he claimed his daughter-bride for the entire church to see, ramming his cock into her as the next couple walked down the aisle.

I smiled at the sight of the Cunningham twins. I hadn't noticed them moving to the back to take their place. They held each other's hand, Rose holding a daisy in her free hand, Daisy a rose. I grinned and Mary perked up.

"You'll need your strap-on," I whispered.

"I will," she shuddered as the twins came closer.

Mary Sullivan

The orgy was underway now that all thirteen ceremonies were performed. I still wore my strap-on. I was chosen to bless several brides--Rose while Mark fucked her twin, Suzette when she married her Master, and Cynthia when she married Vivian. It was exciting fucking my old coworker's cunt. It took me back to the day Mark walked into the Starbuzz where I had worked possessed of his new powers. We had a hot foursome.

But now I sought out the last bride whom I blessed--Rachel. She was the naughty bride Mark and I claimed on her honeymoon when we flew out to New York City a week ago. I was so happy when she had shown up with her husband Jacob and her girlfriend Leah, the sexy chauffeur we hired for that same trip. Rachel and Leah had gone wild together, and Rachel wanted to keep both Leah and Jacob at the end of the weekend.

I encouraged her.

So I was so happy to marry the three of them together, the only triune couple we married today, planting the idea in our followers' minds that plural marriages were beautiful. Jacob looked so happy with a bride on both of his arms, Rachel and Leah looking ravishing, both their hair dyed blonde.

I found the three in a dark corner, Leah riding Jacob while Rachel lounged nearby, her pussy dripping with her husband's cum. She smiled at me and gasped when I knelt down beside her. She tried to rise, murmuring, "My Goddess."

"Shh," I told her, stroking her arm. "Relax, relax. It's an orgy. And I'm just here to enjoy myself." I stroked a hand up her thigh to her messy pussy and caressed her sopping folds. She shuddered, eyes fluttering. They were brown and lovely. "I'm so glad to see you."

"Yes, yes, it was magical with you last weekend." She shuddered as I stroked her flesh. "I should have known you were Gods then. It all made so much sense how you enchanted me and opened my eyes to pleasure. And Jacob... He was so understanding about it and now he's so happy."

"Yes, Leah is the reward for both your faiths," I lied, disturbed at how easy it was to play into the religion. It was... seductive being worshiped. "And your Gods have need of you and your spouses."

"How so?" she asked, excited. My fingers stroked through her pussy lips.

"We need accountants. You and your husband are accountants. I remember you saying that."

"We are," she nodded. "It's just... why do Gods need...?" She gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth. "I'm so sorry for asking questions."

"Don't be," I laughed. "And we need accountants to make sense of our finances. It's not important enough for Mark or me to attend to. That's why we have servants."

"Yes, yes, Jacob and I will do it," she moaned.

"And we need Leah, too. She was such a good driver." I shoved my fingers into Rachel's sloppy depths, savoring how hot and warm she was. "Do you think she'd want to?"

"I'd love to," Leah moaned.

Both she and Jacob stared at me. I smiled back. "Perfect. We'll need to bind your souls to ours. It's a naughty ritual. And then you'll be tied to us forever. You won't age. You won't get sick. You'll be ours. But you have to make this decision for yourself. It has to be your choice."

"Absolutely," moaned Rachel, her pussy clenching on my fingers.

"I would love to be yours forever," Lean moaned. "You brought us together. You made us so happy."

"Yes," groaned Jacob. "Yes, we will serve, my Goddess."

"Excellent," I purred. "When you finish fucking, head to our house. The bodyguards will escort you in, and we'll have you bound by supper time."

Then I leaned down and kissed Rachel on the mouth. It was enough to send the girl into spasming orgasms. I was shocked to feel her cunt convulsing on my fingers as she shuddered and moaned. To her, a Goddess had kissed her, and that meant ecstasy.

Damn, it was addicting.

I pulled my fingers out of her snatch, licking the cum and spicy pussy honey off my digits. I savored the taste and left her to enjoy her spouses. Around us, men and women writhed together, and women and women shared their passion. It was all so decadent. My pussy clenched. My strap-on bobbed before me.

A woman's ass wiggled at me as she bobbed her mouth open and down a man's cock. It was an invitation. I moved to her, stroking my dick. Memories of the hour I had my own cock, courtesy of Lilith, rushed through me.

It had been so intoxicating to have a dick, to fuck a slut. I almost chose it over saving Mark. Almost.

I fell to my knees behind the woman, seized her hips, and thrust my dildo into her snatch. She moaned as I plowed into her. I had no idea what her name was or even what her face looked like. She had black hair spread across the crotch of the man she blew. I rammed my dildo over and over into her, savoring the dildo rubbing on my clit.

"My Goddess," the man groaned. "Yes, yes, fuck her hard. Oh, Erin, it's our Goddess fucking your snatch."

Our Goddess. "Yes, yes, enjoy," I moaned. "Take my dildo and cum, slut. Feel my love."

Intoxicating. I pounded her hard as she sucked on the man's dick. He groaned. A wedding ring glinted on his finger. Was Erin his wife? A lover? Maybe his sister that he always had a secret affair with? I didn't know. It didn't matter. I fucked her hard, loving the pressure of the dildo's base on my clit, my pussy clenching hard, juices dripping down my thighs.

Around me, men and women gasped and moaned in worship of Mark and me. I could never give this up. I didn't want to give this up. It was too hot. Too wonderful. I was their Goddess and they all loved me.

"My Goddess," groaned the man as he came. Erin swallowed his cum, gulping it down as she humped her cunt back into my thrusts.

And then she came, too, moaning, bucking. Her head snapped up. "Yes, yes, yes, Bill. I'm cumming so hard, honey." Her head snapped around. "Thank you, my Goddess. Thank you for this gift."

"You're welcome," I moaned, the passion in her eyes rippling through me. Waves of heat burst in the depths of my pussy.

I came as I fucked her. I savored how wonderful it was. How amazing. My head snapped back, and I moaned in pure delight for this moment. I slammed my dildo into her cunt, my clit throbbing, rapture bursting through me.

I loved being a Goddess.

And the God spoke, "I envision a world of love. A world without violence or hatred or pain. A world where all of mankind is finally united. No wars, no crime, no poverty. This is what I pledge to deliver to you. Peace."

--Sayings 2:1

Sunday, June 30th, 2013 - Mark Glassner - Puyallup, WA

"This is what I pledge to deliver to you. Peace," I said as I stood before the crowd at the VFW Hall in downtown Puyallup, the third speech I had given today as part of my campaign to become the next State Representative. While Mary and I had been having fun at the Living Church the last two days, my sluts had been busy.

Desiree shocked us all when she admitted to working on a few campaigns in college, so I made her my campaign manager. With my power, running for office was all-too-easy. I was running unopposed now. My opponents in the primary had been two Democrats, a Republican, a Libertarian, and a Constitutionalist. After I called them up this morning, I had convinced them to give me their ringing endorsements.

So now was the perfect time to get out to the masses, to let them hear my desires, to command them to vote for me while also making them better people. I spoke about reforming marriage laws, decency laws, cleaning up crime, ending the prison system, and making our Country a paradise where no one was hurt.

It was almost as intoxicating as presiding over the orgies.

"I promise you that we will get all the guns out of the streets. No one will have them. No one will need them. Together, we shall ensure that no more are slain in senseless violence like Officer Chasity Vinters. She died defending the life of my fiancee and me."

Cheers erupted through the halls.

"So that is why you all will vote for me come November. Together, we will make the world a better place."

Their applause was so sweet, so ecstatic.

"Good work, honey," Mary said. She stood on stage with me, wearing a pink dress, the kind a woman would wear in the board rooms--one part suit, the other part dress. I wore a suit myself, tie and all.

"Thank you, my friends," I said, raising my hands as I drank in their applause. This is what Mary and I should have done right from the start. Making things better for the world. But we were so caught up in just having fun, in fucking every hot woman we could. If the nuns never attacked us, we would still be just having fun.

The bodyguard formed up around me, led by 51, as we moved through the crowd. Hands reached out for me. I shook them, grinning at the women, half-tempted to claim a pretty one to entertain me on the car ride to the airport. The cameras rolled. Debra Horne-Darnell at the fore with the other reporters. She was a true believer. Her broadcasts always espoused her support of Mary and me.

I nodded at her as we passed. Our limo waited outside. It was new. Leah waited with it, wearing the same sexy chauffeur outfit she had when she ferried us around New York City, her breasts stretching her blouse, her long legs covered in dark nylons while she had a smoky smile on her lips.

"My Lord," she said, opening the limo's door.

She was bound to us with the Zimmah ritual. Last night, Mary and I had ensured all our new and old servants--the pilots who flew our plane, the two stewardess who served us, and Leah and her spouses--were bound. But they all had the choice to walk away.

They didn't.

"Thank you," I smiled at her as I climbed in.

Jessica was already sitting inside, holding her tablet with my schedule. She wore a sexy secretary's outfit, her caramel breasts straining the low-cut top. It was clear she wore no bra, her nipples hard. She had her legs crossed.

Sexy legs.

Mary slid in after me, followed by 51, who sat beside Jessica facing us. April and Lillian were also accompanying us on this trip, April working on a laptop on a project that had her so excited, while Lillian was naked, a glass of champagne in her hand, enjoying her life as our slave.

Leah closed the door. She climbed into the driver's seat and the limo pulled away from the cheering crowds.

"The security company sent us the estimate for the new limo, Master," Lillian reported between sips of her wine. "It's pricey."

I shrugged. "And?"

"And they say it'll be top of the line. Like they would make for the president. Able to stop almost anything short of what the Military has."

"Good," I nodded as the limo pulled away.

"Oh, Master," Jessica said, lowering her tablet. "We'll be doing another interview in New York on Fox News. We'll have to stay an extra day. Desiree will bump up your speeches on Tuesday, but it won't be a problem."

"Another interview?" I asked, blinking.

"People want to talk to you," she laughed. We were on the way to the airfield to fly to New York for the prestigious Morning Today Show on NBC. It would be a live broadcast, and I was looking forward to it.

"Good," Mary nodded. "The more exposure the better."

"We might also be on one of the late night shows, too," Jessica added. "A few are giving me nibbles."

Jessica was our press secretary now. We didn't need her working as a reporter any longer. We had Debra Horne-Darnell for that. Jessica had contacts, and she was using them to schedule interviews and help with our speeches which April wrote. We would make the world better, one way or the other.

"And 51, how is recruitment going?"

"Good, good. People are flocking in to worship you two," 51 said. "And some of them are young, attractive women with law enforcement background. Others are physically fit and eager to serve you as a bodyguard. The bodyguard is... glamorous to them." A smile crossed her ebony face. "The first ten have been ordered to attend the police academy. Once they're finished, they'll be ready to be inducted into the guard."

I nodded my head. Our bodyguard was down to thirty members, and once we had our willing recruits, we planned on giving 51 and the others the same choice we gave the sluts, to stay or be set free. We had other worshipers being vetted to provide maintenance for our plane and to be nurses in our clinic, working under our former slut, Dr. Willow. Many of our worshipers were even volunteering their time and efforts in building the mansion, spearheaded by Rose and Daisy.

They felt so honored to build their God's abode.

"Good," Mary said. "The sooner we have a large number of bodyguards, the better." Like me, she was worried about more people we forced to serve us being killed. 51 thought she was happy being the head of our bodyguard, but she had no choice. Already I had been in contact with the husband I forced her to divorce to make sure she could return to him if she chose to quit the bodyguard when we set her free.

And there were other women who deserved a choice. Mary and I had given our friends and families sex slaves. Ultimately, we decided to let them choose if they wanted their slaves freed or not. My friends Quatch, Chris, Karl, and Tom elected to keep their slaves. As did Missy and her boyfriend, Damien. George and Shannon, on the other hand, freed Starla who, to their surprise, begged to stay on as their sex slave. My mom freed Joy, who quickly left, and Mary's dad freed Felicity. She left, too, missing her family, but Sean and Tiffany didn't seem to care. My little sister, Antsy, freed Via and then asked the woman to be her girlfriend. Via happily said yes.

It was a shame Felicity was free. Mary offered to let her be one of our sluts, but she wanted to go back to her family. Felicity was a sexy schoolgirl. I recruited her and April a few weeks back, both virgins then, for a spell.

"And how is the fundraiser doing?" Mary asked.

"Oh, very well," reported Rachel. I hadn't realized she was in the front seat of the limo beside her wife Leah. She was sitting up there with Leah, her wife. We had given Rachel, Lean, and Jacob one of the houses on the street we owned. "Last night brought in another $240 million. Jacob's up to his eyebrows in work getting it all straightened out. So he's happy."

"Good, good," Jessica nodded. "Because I've been looking at the alternative sites, Master, and they are not cheap. I'm trying to find just the perfect one, but there are more than I thought there would be."

"You'll find it," I told her.

"And did the SWAT officers agree to guard the alternative site?" Mary asked.

"They were still thinking about it," Jessica answered. "I'll call Chief Hayworth and find out if they've made their decision."

The SWAT officers who attacked us were held at the Puyallup Police Department's jail. Chief Hayworth ran the department. He was a big supporter of mine. His entire department was under my power. They knew to let me do what I wanted.

"Good," I said. "And the Blackwoods?"

"Cassie and her family are on board," Jessica nodded. "They're all firm worshipers of you now, Master."

I leaned back in my seat. I hated how complicated our lives had begun. We had to make plans and contingencies for other disasters happening. Bulletproof limos, more servants, more people with guns to protect us and our loved ones.

"Brandon Fitzsimmons?" Mary asked.

"Still no sign of him," 51 answered. "He returned to the States--we know that much--but he is in the wind."

"Fuck," I growled. "He has the book. If he can find a translator..." I shuddered at the idea of that odious man with our powers.

"The FBI is on it," 51 answered. "I spoke to the SAC in Tacoma, and he assured me they have their men searching. His brother is under surveillance. They'll find him."

"Good," I said. "And our missing sluts?"

51's face fell. "Still no hint on where they've gone. I'm sorry, Master."

Mary patted my head. Where were Lana and Chantelle? What happened to them? I glanced out the window as we drove down Meridian, our bodyguards escorting us, sirens blaring.

"You look stressed, Master," Lillian purred. "Do you need... to be relaxed?" She stretched her naked body.

"Yes, I do, slut." That would elevate my spirits.

"You earned it," Mary purred, kissing my cheek. "Your speeches were delivered perfectly."

"Really?" I asked as I loosened my tie. "I felt like an idiot some of the time. April, you wrote great stuff, but it was so weird to say it. Not used to it. But keep up the good work."

April looked up from her computer as Lillian unzipped my fly. She beamed at me. "I'm so glad you liked my speeches, Master."

"Keep them coming," Mary told her.

"Yes, Mistress."

She typed away happily as Lillian freed my cock. She licked at the shaft, dragging her tongue up so slowly. I groaned, running my hand through her black hair streaked with blue and purple highlights. Her tongue reached the peak of my dick, circling the sensitive crown, gathering the precum beading out of my dick.

Mary nuzzled into my neck. "You horny stallion. I saw you lusting at the crowd. You should have pulled a woman out for us to enjoy."

"Just pluck her out the crowd, giving her no choice?" I asked.

"Well, you wouldn't have ruined her life. You would have given her a hot experience, and she would be free to go back to her life."

"I'll do that next time," I smiled as Lillian sucked the entire tip of my dick into her mouth. "But, damn, we have to let the sluts have some fun."

Lillian popped her mouth off my dick. "Uh-huh, Master. We love pleasuring you and Mistress."

And I knew that. Lillian chose to stay. Mary shuddered beside me and then she spread her thighs, her skirt sliding up gorgeous thighs. I smelled her sweet, spicy musk. "Jessica, attend to your Mistress."

The beautiful slut lowered her tablet, a smile on her lips. "Yes, Master."

Mary smiled. "Oh, Mark, you know just what I need."

"My naughty filly needs her pleasure," I groaned while Lillian bobbed her mouth farther and farther down my cock.

I leaned my head back into the limo as we drove down South Hill. People had to pull over. They watched us pass. I wondered if they knew who was in here. If they thought it was their God or that scoundrel Mark Glassner. How many women grew wet? How many men were envious?

Damn, I loved it all. The attention, the women, the power. It was so intoxicating. We would change the world and they would love us for it. They would do anything we wanted. They would be our loyal servants.

Our loyal slaves.

Lillian sucked so hard as she drew her mouth up my dick. She swirled her tongue about the tip, making me shudder. Beside me, Mary gasped in delight as Jessica licked and nuzzled at her pussy, tenting the front of Mary's skirt.

"You naughty slut, yes. Lick your Mistress's cunt," I growled. "Make her cum."

"Yes, yes, make me cum."

Mary turned and I kissed my fiancee. The only woman worthy of sharing my power. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as my dick throbbed in Lillian's. The slut worked more and more of my dick into her mouth. The tip brushed the back of her throat.

My hand snaked out, grabbed her hair, and shoved her mouth down my cock. Lillian didn't fight. She let me force my cock down her throat. She moaned about it as I pressed her all the way down to my crotch. Her throat constricted. I yanked up, pulling on her hair. I fucked her mouth up and down my cock as I kissed my naughty Mare.

My balls boiled. I shifted, the excitement building as Lilian's mouth plunged up and down my cock. She sucked so hard when I yanked her up, and moaned so loud when I forced her down. The tip slid over and over down her throat.

I broke the kiss with Mary, grunting, "You fucking slut."

"Drink his cum," Mary hissed, her voice throaty. "Every drop, whore, or I'll spank you so hard."

"Yes," I groaned, my cock spurting. My cum flooded Lillian's hungry mouth.

The slut gulped it down, swallowing every drop. The pleasure rushed through me, and I smiled. I grunted as it seeped into my mind. It was exactly what I needed. The right amount of hot bliss to make me shudder in pure delight.

"Good job, whore," I told her.

Lillian popped her mouth off my dick and smiled. "I'm so glad I pleased you, Master."

"Yes, yes, yes, you did," Mary moaned, her back arching. "Oh, yes, and so is Jessica. You naughty minx. Oh, yes. Fuck!"

Mary spasmed as she came on Jessica's mouth. I smiled, our limo turning into Thun Field, the small regional airport where we stored our Gulfstream jet. I spotted the hanger ahead, our two stewardesses waiting in the naughtiest of outfits, their blouses cut so low their tits were displayed. Two hot, married women, their husbands both donors to my charity.

And their wives were forever mine. Damn, I loved my power. I smiled as Monique and Lize opened the door to our limos, their tantalizing breasts dangling towards me. "Hello, Sir," both stewardess purred, sex dripping from their voices.

Their auras were black and fringed with a hint of red--bound to me forever. They would never betray me or be used by the nuns to harm me or my family.

"Let's go to New York," I answered and fondled them both.

And she burst out of the smoke, gun in hand, her bullets, blessed by the Holy Vizier, tearing through the flesh of Dagon's foul servants. The Holy Slut Alison stood over the cowering survivors, grinning. "Deliverance has come," she spake. "The Living Gods drive Dagon to the sea. Rejoice and sing their praise."

--The Book of Man's Salvation 1:22

Alison Hertz - South Hill, WA

I pressed the doorbell, a nervous flutter shooting through me. I didn't even know why I rang it. Technically, I still lived here. But I hadn't been home in almost a month. Not since Master claimed me as his own.

"I hope he likes me," Desiree said as she stood beside me.

"Of course he will," I said as I heard the approaching footsteps in the house. I took a deep breath, excited for tonight. Master and Mistress would be soaring off to New York, so we were free of our duties until they returned. A pair of bodyguards lounged before the house in their car, protecting us.

The door opened. Dad blinked at me, then his eyes slid over to Desiree. Then back to me. "Well, this is a shock."

"Daddy," I squealed and threw my arms around his neck. "I've missed you."

"And you've been a good sex slave for Mark?" he asked.

"The best, Daddy."

He hugged me for a minute longer before asking, "Have you forgotten all your manors, Alison? Who's your guest?"

I blushed and broke the hug. "This is Desiree." I took a deep breath. "We're getting married."

Dad blinked, his mind working. He glanced at Desiree, looking her up and down. I took in a deep breath, trembling. What if he didn't like her?

Then maybe you shouldn't marry her, my subconscious pipped in.

Dad furrowed his brow and then he smiled and hugged her warmly. "How wonderful!" He hugged Desiree tightly a second time. "Now I'll have two daughters!"

I let out a huge breath. My dad was always very supportive of me despite all the trouble I would get into. I had a very active id. There's a cute boy, my subconscious would whisperer, Why don't you go suck his cock? I bet his cum would taste delicious.

I always listened to the voice. It was how I met Master. My subconscious whispered, pointing out he was fucking Lillian behind the counter. I sauntered up, joined the fun, and almost exploded in delight when Master asked if I wanted to be his sex slave.

Of course I said yes.

My subconscious had guided me to so many delights, so it confused me that it had a problem with me marrying Desiree? I would still be Master's sex slave. I would still have fun. Marrying Desiree was a symbol of my love. Desiree was the most important person in my heart, and I wanted to have something special for just for us.

And together we would still serve Master and Mistress and share in debauchery.

You should only love Master, my subconscious answered.

I chalked my subconscious's concern to typical doubts and fears I was sure every person felt. Marrying Desiree was a very adult thing to do. It was a huge step. Something I never thought I would do.

But I wasn't going to let fear stop me from having my happiness, so I ignored my subconscious.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, sir," Desiree purred, snapping me out of my thoughts. She hugged Dad back with enthusiasm. Well, he was a handsome man, older, with distinguished, gray wings of hair at his temples. The pair looked so sexy together. "Your daughter is very important to me."

"I never thought Alison would settle down," Dad grinned. "She's a wild one. I don't think she ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Just 'friends' she would hang out with." I didn't think Dad knew the truth about my 'friends.' I had a lot of them. Ever since I lost my virginity at fourteen, I was the biggest slut.

"So, I am glad I made extra food," Dad said after inviting us in. "When you called me up, pumpkin, and said you were coming by for dinner, I thought you might bring your Master, Mark, with you. He is sure in the news a lot."

"Yes, mi Rey is," Desiree nodded.

"We're sex slaves together," I grinned. "It's how we met."

"Wow," Dad said. "It's all so much. But it feels right. You've always been a wild one. And Mark, well, he sure is wild. I saw him on the news today, giving a speech down in Puyallup. Says he wants to make plural marriages legal."

"It's a great idea," I nodded. "Master will change the world."

Dinner was just about ready--I timed our arrival perfectly. We sat down at the table and chatted. I was so happy. Dad and Desiree talked the whole way through dinner, both clearly enjoying themselves as they talked about so many things. I let them talk and get to know each other as I enjoyed the food. Dad wasn't a bad cook, but he was no Desiree. He made a pasta with this garlic and Parmesan sauce. After dinner, we retired to the living room.

Desiree snuggled up on one side of Dad, and I took the other.

"So... um... how is it with your Master?" Dad asked, a little flustered as Desiree pressed her large breasts into his arm. She wore a low-cut blouse, and Dad's eyes kept drifting down the front of her dress.

I couldn't blame him--Desiree had a magnificent rack.

"Things are great, Daddy," I purred. "Desiree and I just love being their sluts."

"Mmm, it is so much fun," cooed Desiree with her sexy, Hispanic accent.

"Is he really 'special.' You know, like people are saying?"

"Yes," I answered, softly rubbing my dad's thigh. "That's why we're his sex slaves. That's why you didn't have a problem with your eighteen-year-old, nubile daughter submitting to some strange man's lust. He has powers, Dad. They both do."

He frowned, "I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," I purred, sliding my hand higher and higher, my heart thudding in my chest.

He jumped when my hand reached his crotch, feeling his hardon. He let out a strangled grunt, asking, "What're you doing, pumpkin?"

"Master's number one command is to love each other," I purred. "Desiree and I want to show our love to you, Daddy." I leaned back, thrusting out my chest, the t-shirt tightly hugging my boobs. It was my favorite shirt. "What does it say on my shirt?"

"Daddy's little slut," he read. It was the t-shirt I wore when I met Master. It was lucky. Sweat broke out on his brow. "Pumpkin, you shouldn't be joking about this. I know I let you--"

I touched my finger to his lips while Desiree nuzzled at his neck. "For tonight, Daddy, I want what it says on my shirt to be true."

"Pumpkin," he protested. "This is--"

Desiree captured his mouth with her lips, kissing him hard. I loved how naughty it was watching my fiancee, the woman I loved, kiss my daddy. My fingers pulled down his zipper, my hand sliding in. I pushed aside his boxers and grasped his dick.

His cock was hard despite his protests. I pulled it out, shuddering at how wicked this was. How taboo. I bent my head down and sucked his dick into my mouth. I savored the throb of it. I had always wanted to do this but was too scared.

No longer.

Daddy moaned as I swirled my tongue around his dick's sensitive head, making sure my tongue stud rubbed into the crown. I tasted his salty precum, loving it. His dick twitched as he gave in to the pleasure, kissing Desiree back.

His cock was wonderfully hard, throbbing in my hungry mouth. I reveled in the wickedness. Ripples of lust wracked my body as thoughts danced through my head. I sucked my Daddy's cock. I sucked his cock and I loved it. Loved him.

After Desiree, Master, and Mistress, Dad was the most important person to me. And now I was able to show him just how much I loved him.

"That's your daughter's mouth sucking your cock," purred Desiree in his ear as I bobbed up and down on Daddy's shaft. "Doesn't she have a delicious tongue?"

"Oh, god," groaned Daddy.

"Just enjoy her. I love feeling her tongue stud licking through the folds of my pussy. I bet it feels amazing on your dick."

"This is so wrong," Dad said, voice thick with passion.

"Relax, Papá," she cooed. Out of the corner of my eyes I watched her free her pillowy, nut-brown breasts. She turned Daddy's head, pointing his gaze at her tits. "You've been staring at my melons all night. Have a taste."

"This can't be happening."

"It is, Papá. Now enjoy."

With a groan, Daddy sucked on my fiancee's brown nipple. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I ran my tongue stud across the crown of his dick, my heart hammering for joy. This is everything I hoped it would be. I wanted this to happen. I wanted Daddy to enjoy tonight, to savor Desiree's large breasts and my naughty mouth.

And so much more.

Listening to my dad suck my fiancee's tits while I blew his cock drove my lusts to new heights. I cupped his balls, so heavy with his jizz. I massaged them. Warm and round. I wanted his cum so badly. I sucked harder, bobbing my head, taking more and more of his dick. He groaned about Desiree's nipples.

"That's it, mi Sirenita, blow your father's dick. Give him the sweet pleasure of your mouth."

I moaned a yes about Daddy's cock. I massaged his balls, playing with them. They were so swollen and heavy. The poor man probably hadn't cum in days. Weeks. Months. I needed to visit him a lot more often. I was his daughter. It was my responsibility to take care of him.

And his cock was wonderful.

"Oh, fuck," Daddy groaned, ripping his mouth from Desiree's tits. "I'm going to cum, Alison." Panic entered his voice. "You have to stop!"

There was no way I was stopping.

"Cum in your daughter's naughty mouth," groaned Desiree.

I sucked harder. Daddy squirmed. He ran a hand through my pink hair. He tightened his grip. For a moment, I thought he would try to rip me off his dick. But then his hand relaxed. He grunted, his dick throbbing.

Daddy came in my mouth.

His dick erupted. He grunted as thick, salty spunk flooded my mouth. I swallowed the first shot and the second, savoring the creamy delight. My daddy's cum poured down into my throat. He groaned, a third shot flooding my mouth. I swirled it about as I sucked the last drops from his dick.

My body trembled as Daddy's dick stopped erupting. I blew my daddy. I was so happy. I held his cum in my mouth as I rose, seizing Desiree's hips. She grabbed my head and pulled me to her, fingers digging into my scalp as we kissed. I shoveled my daddy's incestuous load into her mouth.

"I can't believe this is happening," Daddy groaned as I snowballed his cum with my fiancee right before him. "I knew you were a wild girl, Alison, but... Damn."

I shuddered, my pussy so wet as Daddy watched us play with his cum, our tongues dancing together. I squirmed my hips, my juices trickling down my thighs. This was one of the hottest things I had ever done in my life. Daddy stared wide-eyed at us as we swapped his jizz back and forth like the playful sluts we were.

"Thank you, mi Sirenita," Desiree sighed, finally breaking our kiss. "I love you so much. I'm so glad you shared your daddy with me."

Joy always trembled in my heart when she said that. "He's about to be your daddy, too."

I kissed her again, tasting Daddy's salty jizz on her lips. I loved her so much. No matter what my subconscious said, Desiree was an amazing woman. I would marry her and love her and together we would serve Master and Mistress for eternity.

When I broke the kiss, I glanced at Daddy. His face was flushed and sweaty, and he had a dazed look in his eye. Giggling, I asked, "Wasn't that amazing, Daddy? I loved your cum!"

"It was," he whispered. He reached out and touched my face. "You look so much like your mother, pumpkin."

It took a lot to make me blush--that did it. I never knew my mother. But Daddy had loved her greatly.

"Let's go to bed," I said. "I want you, Daddy. Soooo badly."

"She does," Desiree purred.

He didn't fight as we grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. I led us through the house, down the hallway, past my bedroom, and into his. His room was pristine. The rest of the house was a bit of a disaster, but Daddy kept the room cleaned for some reason. Pictures of Mom adorned it, sitting on dressers, hanging on walls. Their wedding picture sat on the nightstand. She smiled beautifully in every one of them. One picture on the dresser was taken a few days before my birth. She look radiant, holding her pregnant belly and smiling at the camera. She wore a hospital gown, sitting in a wheelchair.

"She's beautiful," Desiree whispered, putting her arm around my shoulders as she stared at the picture with me.

"This was taken right before she died," I whispered back. "There was a complication with her pregnancy. She almost lost me. But she held on long enough for me to be born. The doctors said it was a miracle I survived. They wanted her to deliver weeks early, but I would have been even more premature. And the odds of me living were not great."

"She loved you a lot," Daddy murmured, putting his arm around my other shoulder, sandwiching me between them.

I turned to Daddy. Tears brimmed in his eyes. I saw the pain, the loss. I kissed him, closing my eyes, a tear falling down my cheek. It was only a comforting kiss. At first. We both were feeling the grief of mother's absence, his more profound loss and my general ache at missing what I had witnessed so many of my friends had while growing up--a mother.

Then my ardor grew. I was kissing my sexy daddy, finally embracing the desires I had long suppressed. Here was the one man I wouldn't seduce before I met Master, ignoring my subconscious. I turned, pressing my body against his, wiggling my tongue into his lips. I could feel his lust grow hard against my belly. It made me kiss him harder, exciting him. I wanted him to burn with delight.

"We're going to rock your world tonight," I whispered in his ear after breaking his kiss.

He swallowed and nodded.

"Tonight is all about love, Daddy," I purred, pulling away from him and pressing against Desiree.

"We love each other," Desiree purred, her hands sliding down my skirt, cupping my ass.

"And we want to love you, Daddy," I purred, my fingers unzipping the back of her dress.

He groaned, his eyes widening as the dress fell off my Latina's lush body. Her nut-brown breasts swelled before her, nipples dark brown. She wiggled her hips, the dress clinging to her wide curves, her tits jiggling while I stroked up to them.

As her skirt fell, I leaned over and circled my tongue around her nub. My tongue stud brushed it, making her coo in delight. She ran her hands down my body as I sucked on her nipple, watching Daddy out of the corner of my eye.

He feasted on our nubile bodies with lustful gaze.

It made me so wet. I sucked harder on Desiree's nipples as her hands shoved up my tight shirt, pushing it up my body. I straightened, lifting my arms above my head, shuddering as Desiree whipped off my top.

"Do you like my tits, Daddy?" I purred, cupping my small, firm mounds, my nipples pierced by silver barbells.

"Sweet Lord, those are beautiful," he groaned. "Like your mother's when she was your age."

"Did Mom have pierced nipples?" I purred, twisting and pulling on them. "I don't believe that."

"No," he panted, fingers clenching as I played with my nipples.

Desiree unzipped my skirt as I twisted my nipples, my silver barbells glinting. She pulled my skirt off my hips, revealing the pink panties I wore on underneath, hiding the naughty tattoo on my pudenda. I turned, pulling off Desiree's panties, revealing her smooth snatch.

"Now it's your turn, mi Sirenita," purred Desiree.

I shuddered as she pulled down my panties, Daddy's eyes hot on my snatch. He groaned, seeing the words tattooed on my flesh. I stroked them, tracing the letters. His lips moved, reading them aloud: "Cum on in."

"I want you to, Daddy, whenever you can," I purred, moving down to the arrow which pointed right at my clit. "I love it when men, and women, cum on in me."

Desiree laughed and Daddy swallowed

I turned to my fiancee, looking so lovely and curvy, her juices trickling down her thighs. I shoved my hand between her thighs, stroking her hot flesh. Desiree shuddered as I shoved a pair of fingers into her cunt.

"I love this pussy, Daddy," I purred, fingering Desiree slowly. She was so juicy. "I love it. Do you want to see me love her, Daddy?"

"Please say you do," moaned Desiree.

"Yeah," groaned Daddy.​