Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Who were the Patriots? Who wrote their Manifesto? After the ravages of the Demon Wars, only speculation was left behind. The only clue that survived those dark days was a paper that purportedly had been found in a safety deposit box in Philadelphia. On this paper were thirty-seven names, the supposed roster of the Patriots. At the head of the list was the name Noel Heinrich. Noel had been an FBI Agent who had briefly fallen into the Tyrants' powers, one of the many women forced to be their sex slave. No records survived that indicate what Noel's fate was after parting ways with the Tyrants in June of 2013.

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

Thursday, May 6th, 2014 - Samnag "Sam" Soun - Qumran

My words trailed off as Alison hung up abruptly. I hoped she would be all right. I liked Alison. Besides being a great fuck, there was an honest enthusiasm about the slut. It sounded quite dire when she hung up on me. I heard gunshots and explosions as a horde of golems attacked her.

Golems. How utterly fascinating.

"What a bitch," Candy, my girlfriend and assistant, muttered, taking the satphone from me. Her youthful face twisted with rage, her hair, half bubblegum pink and half cotton candy blue, swayed about her shoulders. "She should show you more respect, Sam. You're the Holy Vizier."

"I think it was a little intense where she was," I said with a shrug, turning back to the black, iron wall we had uncovered beyond the red stone, a clue we had uncovered while searching through the Dead Sea Scrolls. After months of looking for the answers to contain Lucifer if he were to break free of his prison, we may have found something. The diggers had uncovered the iron wall of a Matmown buried for over two thousand years. Excitement bubbled in me as the Palestinian laborers excavated it out, searching for the door.

Something important must be buried here! Something shielded from spiritual eyes. Like the key to defeating Lucifer. The Mother Superior had hinted to Mary, during their meeting last September in France, that the key to defeating the Devil's plan was found in Qumran.

I hoped this was it.

I took in a deep breath, waiting as the laborers worked. The sun neared setting, daylight fading. We didn't have generators out here. Soon, they'd have to stop working. My hands clenched with excitement. Even if the secrets weren't contained in here, something important was.

I thirsted to know what.

"Holy Vizier," a laborer bowed, a leather choker tight about his neck.

The worship of Mark and Mary was spreading. Even the Muslim world was plunged into as much, or even more, chaos as the Christian world. Every day, more and more Muslims abandoned their faith to worship the "Living Gods." Violence abounded in the Middle East as the two sides clashed. Suicide bombers killed dozens almost daily. The laborers were watched carefully by a squad of Rangers bound to Mark. We had vetted the workers--making sure they all were worshipers of Mark--but the Patriots, one of Lilith's daughters, or a fundamentalist could have infiltrated them. Or one of those groups could just attack us.

"Yes?" I asked.

"We found the door," he answered.

Excitement bubbled through me and set my hands to tremble. I tried to control it as I followed the man along the side of the half-buried wall to a door that had been excavated. I had to be regal. I was more than a woman to these laborers. I was a symbol of their Living Gods' power, the Holy Vizier who counseled them in the arts of magic, instructed them in esoteric secrets, and worshiped them with my divine body.

Or whatever their made-up religion said about me.

"You are all dismissed for the day," I told the laborer. "Candy will pay you."

"Of course, Holy Vizier," he bowed.

I forced myself to wait until the laborers were all gone, standing before the iron door. The eagerness to seize it just gripped me. But no one not bound to Mark and Mary by the Zimmah spell, tying our lives to his, or through the Ragily, like the soldiers who swore their souls to him, could be trusted with this knowledge.

Finally, Candy slipped into the excavation, a grin plastered on her face. She squealed and gave me an enthusiastic hug, raining kisses on my face. I ran my hand through her dyed hair as I drank in her excitement. My clit hardened into a cock as Candy wiggled against me, my pussy itching. Mark had turned me into a sex fiend.

I craved it all the time.

But pleasures could wait. We had discoveries to make.

"Let's open it!" I exclaimed.

A pair of army rangers pried the door open with crowbars, the metal hinges protesting. It smelled like rust inside. I wrinkled my nose, not liking that sign. If too much oxidation happened inside, that might mean water got in, ruining any ancient scrolls.

With a deep breath, I pulled out my flashlight. The bright LED light blazed through the darkness, illuminating a plinth. Open the carved stone rested an unrolled scroll. I sucked in a breath, seeing what looked intact, made of papyrus. I could even see faded-brown writing on it. A new find. A new discovery.

It took all my self-control to walk forward. I reached the plinth, trying not to breathe on it as I leaned over and studied it. I definitely didn't touch it with my bare hands; the oils on my fingers would destroy something this ancient.

"Stay outside and close the door," Candy said behind me. "We'll let you know when to open it."

"Yes, ma'am," the ranger said, all business. The door creaked shut, the room growing even darker.

"Is it what we need?" Candy asked as she joined me, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

"It's written in Aramaic," I answered, translating as I read. "Its style reminds me of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor."

"Mary says our copy is incomplete," Candy pointed out. "And look at the scroll, the right side is torn, but the left side is even."

She was right. "This is the end of a scroll. They used to write books on long rolls of papyrus or parchment. It must be the final part of a book." I bent down and found Lucifer's name written. I smiled and straightened, looking at Candy, and away from the scroll, to let out an explosive: "This is it!"

Candy squealed in excitement. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me exuberantly.

Very exuberantly!

Her lips were hot and her tongue lithe. She tasted so sweet. My cock ached for her as she ground her crotch against me. I knew we shouldn't. We had just found what we were searching for, but my lusts boiled through me; my clit-dick demanded attention.

Candy's fingers fumbled at the loose, canvas pants I wore, popping the button off so she could snake her hand in and grasp my hardening cock. Our six month's in Israel, pouring through dusty, ancient texts, had left little time for fooling around. The dam on my lust broke; we no longer needed to deny ourselves.

Drunk on our success, I dropped the flashlight to the floor. It spun, the bright beam dancing wildly about the dark, metal room as it skittered to a rest, illuminating a metal wall. I didn't care about any of that. Not with Candy's hand stroking my girl-dick in my pants. Thanks to a naughty spell I cast, I could turn my clit into a cock.

Candy loved it.

"Oh, Sam," she husked, nibbling at my neck. "I need you in me! I'm so horny! Feel how wet I am!"

"Yes," I moaned as I found the button for her pants. I unsnapped it and shoved my hand inside. She wore no panties. I cupped her shaved snatch, her pussy lips so juicy as they smeared her excitement against my hand.

My heart thudded in my chest as I kissed her again. My tongue danced with hers, fluttering in her mouth as she shuddered against me. She nibbled on my lips, her hips undulating and grinding against me. I shoved two fingers into her twat.

Her hand tightened on my dick.

We moaned into each other's lips as we played with each other's genitals. I pumped my two fingers in and out of her cunt while she fisted my dick still trapped in my panties. I whimpered, wanting to be naked. Wanting to be in her. And her clothing was in the way.

So was mine.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and struggled to push off her jeans. But they caught on her hips, so tight. I let out a frustrated moan, fumbling with them. I just wanted them off so badly, so impatient to be in her.

She broke the kiss, "Mmm, you are so hot for me, Sam." She let go of my cock. "I love it when I drive you wild."

"You're so good at it," I panted, remembering how we met a year ago in the club as I contemplated what to do with the freedom Mark offered me.

She wiggled her hips, her hands pushing with mine. Then her pants fell off her hips and we peeled them down her thighs until they bunched around her ankles. I didn't care. I grabbed her naked ass, smearing pussy juices on her rump. She had such soft butt-cheeks. I loved the feel of them.

Then she shoved my pants down. They weren't nearly as tight as hers. She liked to be poured into her pants, even when heading out into the desert on a dig. My cock nudged against her stomach, the tip throbbing in aching need. I groaned, burning to stick my cock inside her cunt. To feel her tight, wet tunnel squeezing on my shaft.

"I need to be in you," I moaned.

"Let me get my boots off," Candy said, pulling away and hobbling back. They were tangled about her ankles now, binding her feet together.

"No," I moaned, too impatient. "Just get on your knees. I need to fuck you."

"Mmm, that sounds fun," she giggled.

She sank with such grace down to the floor, even with her ankles bound up. She knelt on the metal plate, wiggling her hips at me. I groaned at the sight of her soft rump and her shaved pussy peeking between her thighs.

With a groan, I knelt behind her, ignoring the hard metal of the floor. I smacked her ass. She squealed as her butt-cheek jiggled. She wiggled it again, making my dick throb at the sight of it. So I smacked her again.

This time with my cock.

She threw a look over her shoulder, her face lit on the right side by the flashlight, highlighting her delicate features. "Fuck me, Sam. Make me your bitch!"

"Yes!" I moaned as I drove my futa-cock into her wet cunt. Silky ecstasy wrapped about my girl-dick. "You are my bitch! Mark gave you to me!"

"Yes, yes!" she panted. "Your bitch! I love it! I love being yours!"

I groaned, enjoying the feel of her cunt gripping my cock as I plowed in and out of her. Her butt-cheeks jiggled every time I buried into her while my girl-dick throbbed in the grip of her silky twat. I shuddered, my tits jiggling beneath my shirt as I plowed her hard. I gripped her hips, savoring using her. So glad I made the decision to serve Mark as his Vizier.

So glad I had her.

Her jiggling ass beckoned. I slapped her rump, leaving a bright handprint on her pale flesh. Her cunt squeezed down on my plunging dick and she cooed her delight. She thrust her hips back into me, the smack invigorating her.

SMACK!

She gasped this time, bucking back hard into me. Her pussy felt even hotter about my clit-dick. She undulated her hips, stirring her cunt around my shaft, driving me wild with her pleasure. I sucked in a deep breath, rapture surging down my dick.

She moaned louder and louder. Her passion grew. She gave a wild toss to her multicolored hair as she rocked back into my thrusts. I churned her pussy to a froth, and she loved it. Her voice echoed over and over against the metal walls.

"Fuck your bitch!" she moaned. "Make me howl! Make me cum! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, yes!"

"I'll make you explode," I panted, plowing so hard into her. "You're going to writhe on my dick, aren't you?"

"Yes!" she whimpered. Just stir me up.

I fucked her hard and fast, plowing into her with all my passion. I groaned, my face twisting as the ecstasy of being in her pussy spilled through me. It was so wonderful to fuck her pussy with my magical cock.

I made this cock. I created it. And I enjoyed it. I smacked her ass again, her back arching. She let out a squealing gasp of delight as I rammed my futa-dick into her pussy. Her snatch clenched down so hard.

"Sam!" she squealed. And then her pussy writhed about my cock.

She threw back her head and yelled as loud as possible as her powerful orgasm exploded through her. Her flesh massaged my cock as I pumped so hard into her depths, her snatch sucking at my dick. I needed to erupt in her convulsing flesh.

I smacked her ass again. "Howl slut!" I groaned. "Keep squeezing your cunt, bitch. Make me cum in your pussy!"

"I'll make you explode!" Candy promised, rolling her hips, stirring that orgasming cunt around my dick. The silky massage of her flesh had me groaning and swaying. "Fill me up with your cum! Yes, yes, I'll drain you dry!"

Our flesh slapped together. My ovaries boiled over with passion. I gripped her hips and drove my cock as hard as I could into her depths. I needed to cum. I needed to release that pressure, and spill my girl-spunk inside my sweet Candy. My body tensed as my eruption drew closer and closer.

Her pussy sucked at my dick.

Begged for my cum.

I plowed so hard and fast into her, whimpering. My back arched. Then every nerve in my body exploded. My cum flooded my little bitch's cunt. I pumped my girl-jizz into her. Every blast of spunk firing from my dick sent rapture shuddering through me.

"Take it!" I groaned.

"I am," she moaned and then her pussy convulsed again on my dick. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again!"

The pleasure boiled through my mind. My pussy convulsed, juices flooding down my thighs, while my dick emptied all my cum into her pussy. I gripped her hips, sucking in deep breaths as the ecstasy filled me.

My orgasm peaked.

And then my cock fired a last time. I sucked in a deep breath, panting as the rapture died into buzzing euphoria. It felt so wonderful to have my release. Candy moaned, her pussy's spasming dying down. Then, with a gasp, she collapsed onto the iron floor. She quivered as my girl-cum flooded out of her pussy, leaking white onto the black metal.

She rolled onto her back, smiling at me. She grabbed me, pulled me down, and kissed me on the lips. I tasted her sweetness once again as I enjoyed her lips. Then I broke the kiss, my dick shrinking into a clit.

"Mmm, that was great, Sam," she purred. "I needed that so bad."

"So did I," I sighed, resting my head on her full breasts beneath her tight t-shirt. "I love you."

I felt her body tense. "Really?"

I didn't mean to say it, but I looked her in the eyes, stroked her face. "Yeah, I guess I do. Ever since France."

She smiled, "I love you, too."

Our kiss was spectacular, fireworks exploding between our lips. I lost myself in her soft touches. I kissed every inch of her face from her chin up to her brow, getting her cute little nose in the process, then I captured her sweet lips again. So wonderful, so soft. I stroked her pale cheek with my dark finger.

"Mmm, Sam," Candy said, sounding a little embarrassed as she broke our soulful kiss, "my ass is freezing. This floor is kinda cold."

I laughed and slipped off of her. The magic broken between us. I had work to do, a scroll to investigate. I pulled up my pants while Candy stood and wiggled her tight khakis over her hips. I retrieved the flashlight, and went back to the scroll.

"Why do you follow his orders?" Candy asked, hugging me from behind.

"Whose orders?" I asked, not really paying attention as I translated the text in my head.

"Mark's!" There was so much heat in her voice.

"Why wouldn't I follow his orders? I'm his vizier."

Candy turned me about. "You could be so much more." She grasped my hands, pulling them up to her lips and gently kissing them. "Mark would be nothing without you. You could make a deal with Lucifer and take his place. Or you can make one with another demon."

I frowned at her. "But I don't want to."

"Are you sure you're content with being his errand bitch?"

I swallowed, staring into her eyes. Was I content following his orders, doing all the hard work for him while he took all the credit? I felt off-balance, not sure what to say. "Grab a scroll case."

"Think about it," she whispered, stroking my hands. "You could be so amazing. I could be your Mary, standing at your side, guiding you to the greatness due you."

"Just grab the scroll case," I told her, my thoughts whirling. Could I betray Mark? Could I have his power? Did I even want that?

Victorious did the Holy Sluts Alison and Desiree return from vanquishing the dark forces of the Patriots. They were greeted by the loving embrace of our Living Gods. Their reward: divine ecstasy. Let Alison and Desiree forever be an example unto you.

--The Gospel of April 49:01-03

Mark Glassner - South Hill, WA

Mary and I waited on the porch of our mansion as Leah pulled the limo into the unfinished driveway, bringing Alison and Desiree home. Behind them, several SUVs followed, carrying their men. While we were at the Church this morning presenting our newborn daughter Chase to our followers, Alison and Desiree were leading their troops against the Patriots' stronghold. Fifteen Patriots dead, and their army of golems destroyed.

I shuddered to think what would have happened if they hadn't stumbled upon their base. From the reports, there were a hundred of these hulking, nearly unstoppable things about to be unleashed through the Shadows.

So many might have died, including my family. I had no illusions where those golems would have attacked.

The limo pulled up before us. Leah hopped out, looking quite fetching in her slutty chauffeur's outfit. Two maids walked up to the vehicle in their naughty uniforms. One opened the limo's door, bowing, while the other helped an exhausted and haggard Desiree out of the vehicle. Our Latina slut wore tan camo pants and a tan tank top. Despite her weariness, a smile lit up her face when she saw us. Desiree turned and helped her slut-wife out of the vehicle. Alison's pink hair was dirty. No, her entire body was covered in reddish dust. She had a bandage on her ass and another wrapped around her ankle. She leaned on Desiree and hopped on her good foot towards us.

Despite the pain, she beamed at us.

"Master, Mistress!" she shouted, full of her usual enthusiasm.

"Oh, my poor, little slut," Mary cried out. She rushed to Alison and hugged her tightly. Mary engulfed our slut in scarlet light, healing her.

"Thank you, Mistress," Alison sighed in relief when the light faded. "The shrapnel in my ass was killing me."

"Good thing mi Reina healed your ass because it lost a lot of its beauty with an inch of metal sticking out of it," Desiree teased.

Alison stuck her tongue out at her wife, her tongue stud flashing. "I was going to let you kiss it better, but now I'm not."

Desiree laughed and scooped her wife up in her arms. "Liar. I bet you just want me to kiss your ass right now."

Alison giggled, "I do. Always."

Their soldiers climbed out of their SUVs, doors creaking open and then slamming closed. I examined them. They were all the gruff, experienced, and hard-bitten men from various special forces. Like my sluts, they were dusty from the fight. They had grim expressions on their faces. For the last six months, they had been hunting down Warlocks across the country under Desiree and Alison's leadership. The nineteen men--one had fallen today--lined up in formation and saluted me.

I saluted back.

"Good job, men," I congratulated them, feeling so awkward. I always did when facing real soldiers. But I had to fake it. I had to be their God, their commander. "You did great work today. You protected my family."

"We were honored to fight for you, my Lord," a sergeant said, a smile creasing his serious face, the fatigue melting away from his expression.

I seized his hand and shook it hard. Then I worked down the line, saying, "Enjoy yourselves tonight. We have rooms for you in the mansion. Your families are on the way. And feel free to avail yourself of the staff. All of the maids have been instructed to be extra friendly."

The Sergeant's eye drifted to one of the maids waiting on the porch. "That sounds great, my Lord."

I nodded after shaking the last man's hand and then returned to my wife and the sluts.

"Master," Alison exclaimed. She threw her arms around me and kissed me exuberantly. I held her so tight. She was my first slut, the only one who asked to be my slut. I'd missed her wanton joy these last six months.

But Desiree needed to hunt down the Warlocks, and Alison needed to help her wife.

After Alison finished raining kisses on my face, I pulled Desiree to me. I kissed the busty Latina beauty on the lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Alison snuggled up to my side, her body trembling with her girlish enthusiasm.

"My first two sluts," I sighed after finishing my kiss, an arm around each of them. "You two were amazing today. Let's get you cleaned up, and then you get to spend the night with me and Mary."

"Korina is going to watch Chase," Mary smiled. "We'll have all night to give you your reward."

Alison giggled wickedly. "Mmm, all night. I can think of a few things to do."

Mary and I laughed as we led Alison and Desiree inside. All the other sluts appeared to hug Desiree and Alison, and give them kisses. They were a garden of unique flowers, each one blossoming in a different way.

"We've missed you," Korina gently said, holding our son Silas in one arm and my daughter Chase in the other.

"At least that amazing tongue," Lillian quipped, then waggled her tongue at Alison between two fingers, mimicking eating out a cunt.

Alison pursed her lips, blowing her a kiss. Lillian laughed, then fell silent when her eyes landed on the soldiers entering after us, and they lit up with lust.

"Mmm," Lillian purred, "at least you brought a few rugged men to entertain me." She sauntered up to a pair of soldiers, rubbing on their muscular chests. "What do you say, boys, want to play with me?"

Their answer made her give a wicked laugh.

I grinned at Lillian's enthusiasm. She was a more goth version of Alison, already a wild girl before I made her into one of my sluts.

The greetings out of the way, we led Alison and Desiree deeper into the mansion. We passed the expensive art Mary had decorated our residence in, collected from across the world. We entered the east wing of the mansion where our private suite lay, along with the apartments for our other close followers, like the sluts.

Two bodyguards stood posted at our door. They saluted, their breasts jiggling in their low-cut outfits. I paused to give them both a kiss and to grope their tits. Both guards were beaming happily after my affections as we swept inside.

We crossed through our living room and bedroom to reach our spacious bathroom. Alison and Desiree both complimented us then Allison gushed at the sight of the jacuzzi bathtub sunk into the floor of the bathroom.

"Oh, this looks like so much fun," the pink-haired girl said, peering down at it.

Mary turned on the faucets, the warm water quickly filling it up. "You'll love it, Alison," Mary promised, her voice purring with desires. "The jets are placed just right."

Alison gave my wife a wicked grin. "A special order then, Mistress?"

"Absolutely. Now strip and dump your clothes in the hamper. Let's wash all that dirt off you. You're quite the mess, Alison."

"It's hard to stay clean when a five-hundred-pound clay man is chasing after you," Alison quipped, the water splashing as it filled the tub. "I don't know how Desiree stayed so pristine."

"I watched where I stepped," Desiree answered. "My clumsy Sirenita couldn't resist stepping into a rabbit hole and breaking her ankle."

Alison gave an indignant gasp. "I was hoping it would lead to Wonderland so I could escape those monstrosities."

"And leave me behind?" Desiree pouted.

Alison pulled off her wife's tank top to expose her large breasts. She gave both tits a squeeze, saying, "All you had to do was flash these delicious melons at the golems, and they would have been your little slaves."

"Are you saying my breasts have magic powers?"

Alison nuzzled her face between them. "Absolutely. They've enchanted me from the beginning."

"I don't know," I said, eyeing my wife as she pulled her dress off, her perky tits coming into view. "I would say Mary's stacks up nicely." I copied Alison, and nuzzled my face into my wife's breasts, pressing her plump mounds against my cheeks.

She smelled so wonderful and fresh.

"Mistress has an excellent pair of breasts," Alison declared. "My wife's are a close second."

I grinned and pulled my face from my wife's breasts. As I peeled off my shirt, I said, "Definitely a close second."

Mary eyed Alison with speculation. Then my wife fingered one of the slut's pierced nipples that topped her round breasts, twisting the silver barbell and distorting Alison's nub. "Yours aren't half bad, either."

"I couldn't agree more, mi Reina," Desiree purred. "Especially with her piercings." Desiree played with the other nipple.

Alison beamed at the attention to her breasts. "The two women I love most are playing with my tits; what could be better?" She kissed Mary's lips, then Desiree's. "Ooh, you two are spoiling me."

"What am I, a third wheel?" I asked my slut.

"Wouldn't that be a fourth wheel?" Mary asked before nuzzling Alison's neck. She nibbled on our slut's sleek flesh.

"Oh, Master could stick that lovely cock of his into my cunt. That would make this even better!" Alison exclaimed. She grinned at me as Desiree nibbled on her ear.

"After you're washed," Mary told her, pulling away. She slapped our slut's rear. "Get your filthy ass into the jacuzzi!"

"Yes, Mistress," Alison smiled. She sighed as she sank down into the warm water, settling into the seat. The water came up just to the bottom of her small breasts. She leaned back, wiggled to get comfortable.

Then gasped as Mary turned on the jets.

Alison's eyes widened. "Oh, fuck! Desiree, you have got to feel this! It's shooting right into my pussy!"

"I told you I had them placed just right," Mary purred while my dick throbbed watching Alison twitch in delight.

Desiree slipped into the tub and settled down onto one of those jets. She let out a throaty moan, her big tits floating on the surface of the water. They bobbed as she clearly ground her pussy against the spray of hot water.

"Oh, that's lovely, mi Reina. It's shooting right into my clam."

"Like a douche that never stops," Alison groaned. "Just amazing.

"Mary loves them," I said while my wife added lavender bathing oils to the water. "She spent half her pregnancy in here."

"That was for my back and ankles," Mary protested as she slipped her flawless body into the water. "The jets were just a bonus."

The warm water did feel great. I groaned as I settled into warmth, sitting between Desiree and Alison, but not on one of the jets. I tried it once, and it just felt weird. Mary laid her head on Desiree's shoulder, and the slut put her arm around my wife while Alison cuddled up to me. The nineteen-year-old slut's hand found my cock beneath the water, slowly jerking me off.

Pleasure rippled down my shaft. I closed my eyes, just soaking in the sensation and the pleasure of having Alison snuggled up to me again.

"Thank you," Mary whispered to Desiree. The emotion in my wife's voice opened my eyes.

"For what, mi Reina?"

"They were going to attack the Church. You two may have saved our daughter's life, and all those other innocent people."

"We were lucky," Alison sighed. "If it wasn't for Sam and her dowsing pendulum finding warlocks, they would have attacked you, Master."

Desiree shifted, "How is Sam?"

"She's flying back, actually," I said carefully. Alison stiffened for a moment in my arms, recognizing the significance of that. It wasn't safe to say any more outside of the Matmown. Anyone could be listening: Lucifer, Lilith, or some other Power.

We only had one hope, and it needed to be protected.

"She has a nice cock," Alison cooed, nuzzling at my neck, changing the subject in the only way Alison knew how.

"As nice as mine?" I asked, giving her a grin.

"No, Master," she purred, squeezing my dick hard as she stroked me. "No one's is."

She said it with such sincerity. She meant it. She believed it. I missed her so much.

My lips found Alison's, her pierced tongue slipping into my mouth. She explored around like a curious kitten, her tongue stud rubbing along the roof of my mouth, adding another exciting thrill to our kiss. My left hand squeezed her shoulder tight, holding her against me, while my right, reaching across my chest, found her breast.

I gave her firm mound a squeeze, loving how she fit right in my hand. She had just enough tits to love. She moaned into the kiss, her hand stroking faster on my shaft, the water splashing from her movement.

My tongue fenced with hers as I kneaded her tit. I groaned into the kiss, my dick aching and throbbing, needing to bury into her. I wanted to fill her to the hilt and make her squirm and gasp on my shaft. As good as her hand felt, I needed to know my beautiful slut in the most intimate way possible.

So I pulled her into my lap, her body so light and lithe.

"Ooh, Master," she groaned as our lips parted. She felt my dick nudging at her pussy. "I think someone has missed me."

"So much," I groaned while she teased me, her brown eyes sparkling with her delight.

"So have I, Master."

I groaned as she impaled her pussy down my shaft. Her tight sheath engulfed my dick with her silky warmth. A different heat from the water surrounded my cock. I sucked in a deep breath, savoring it even more. She clenched down on me when she bottomed out, shifting on me.

Then she slid up my shaft.

I leaned back against the jacuzzi, relaxing as I watched her breasts bob as she slowly rode my cock. Her juicy pussy gripped me as she rose up, little moans of rapture escaping her lips. Then she slid back down me, not dropping herself, but forcing herself to take her time, to savor every inch of my dick.

"I've missed this cock so much, Master," she whimpered. "I hardly get you in me anymore."

"You're away so much," I said, cupping her ass, squeezing that delicious tush. "But my cock's waiting for you whenever you need to come home and ride it."

She grinned at me. "You just like feeling pussy sliding up and down your dick."

"And?" I asked her.

She gave a wild laugh and rode me faster, her lusts taking over. I groaned as she worked her cunt up and down my dick, her silky embrace driving me wild. Such pleasure surged through me, my balls aching in the warm water.

Beside us, Mary slipped onto Desiree's lap, the pair kissing with such furious passion. Their tongues writhed together while my wife shuddered. It was clear Desiree's hand played between Mary's thighs, doing naughty things to her pussy.

"Aren't they beautiful?" Alison purred as she slid her juicy cunt up and down on my cock, working her hips like a jackhammer. "My wife is going to make Mistress explode."

I gave her butt-cheeks a hard squeeze. "You're going to make me explode!"

"Good," she said with a satisfied smile. "That's the point. Explode in me, Master! It's what my cunt was made for! It's yours!"

Mary writhed like a flower in the wind. I could see the orgasm swelling on her face as she broke the kiss. She stared into Desiree's eyes. I groaned, watching the lust cross my wife's expression as Desiree fingered her cunt hard.

"You delicious slut! Make me cum! Oh, fuck!" My wife buried her face into our Latina slut's neck and sucked hard, adding a hickey to the one Desiree already had.

"Make me wife cum," I growled. "Make her explode.

"Yes, mi Rey!"

"Ooh, yes, let's make our owners just erupt in pleasure," Alison groaned to her wife, the water splashing around her torso as she rode me so hard and fast. "That's why we exist, Desiree! We're their sluts!"

Her pussy clenched down so hard when she said that. Alison trembled, her own pleasure building and building in her. She got off on being owned. It turned her on so much. I shuddered, loving the feel of her silky flesh as she worked her pussy up and down my dick.

I would give my slut what she needed. I would fire so much cum into her snatch. She would be filled with my jizz. I knew she would love it dripping out of her all day, just leaking down her thighs as she went about her life.

"I'm going to feel you up with so much jizz," I growled to my slut."

"Oh, fuck, yeah, Master!" Alison gasped, slamming her cunt down my dick, making my balls tighten.

"Cum for me!" Desiree hissed, her arm moving with frantic motion, frigging my wife so hard. If the water wasn't rippling, I could see that delicious sight. "My beautiful Goddess! ¡Córrete para mi, mi Reina!"

Alison's hungry mouth found mine. She kissed me hard. But this time, I thrust my tongue past her lips. I explored her sweet mouth, enjoying the hard stud rubbing against me. My balls tensed, my orgasm swelling in me.

Then she squealed into the kiss. She clutched so hard against me as her cunt clamped down on my dick. Then she bucked hard. Her pussy writhed about my snatch, milking my dick, sucking at my balls. I grunted into our kiss.

And exploded into her cunt.

I filled my beautiful Alison's cum-hungry pussy with what she craved. It boiled out of me, shooting ecstasy through my body. I gripped her ass so hard as the pleasure hammered through my body and into my mind.

She moaned into the kiss as I fed her my seed. She shuddered, writhing in passion on me as the ecstasy burned through me. We clutched at each other, our bodies heaving, the water splashing between us, washing up to my chest.

Then it peaked.

I groaned, leaning back against the jacuzzi, breaking our kiss. Euphoria buzzed through me.

"Oh, Master," she sighed as she rested her head on my shoulder. "You filled me up with so much cum.

"Uh-huh," I panted while beside us, Mary thrashed, her orgasm spilling through her.

My wife convulsed so hard in rapture that she slipped off Desiree's lap and sank beneath the warm water in the middle the jacuzzi. Her auburn hair fanned out as she thrashed, the rippling surface distorting her body like a Salvador Dali painting.

Then she broached the surface, her hair plastered to her head. She had a huge grin on her face. The hard tips of her breasts just peeked out above the rippling surface. I loved the joy twinkling in her green eyes.

"That was amazing, Desiree," Mary said.

"It looked like it, but..." I frowned at Desiree, her big tits bobbing with the rippling water. "You didn't cum, did you?"

Desiree smiled. "Oh, I came, mi Rey. The jets took care of me. They were delightful."

"Oh, Master, can we get a jacuzzi for our room?" Alison asked me, bouncing on my cock, her cunt squeezing life back into my shaft.

"Sure," I told her as she writhed her hips.

Desiree pinched Alison's ass, "Stop hogging his cock. We're supposed to share everything."

"Fine," Alison pouted, pulling her cunt off my cock.

"Sit on the edge of the jacuzzi," Mary said, "and I'll clean all that cum out of your pussy, slut."

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The slut practically leaped out of the jacuzzi, moaning, "Yes, Mistress!"

I grinned at her as she spread her thighs, showing off her tight slit that oozed white cum. It beckoned to me. I loved licking my husband's spunk out of a slut's cunt. I couldn't resist burying my face into her snatch and licking.

I gathered up my husband's spunk and her honey-flavored juices. The naughty flavors mixed in my mouth as I devoured her. Alison leaned back, moaning out her pleasure. Her breast heaved, beads of water running across those beautiful orbs.

"Mi Rey," Desiree sighed with such contented joy. I knew she just impaled her pussy on my husband's dick.

My pussy grew so hot and juicy, envying Desiree right now. But I didn't say anything. Alison deserved her reward. And it was so much fun licking cum out of her pussy. I stared at her naughty tattoo on her pubic mound, the words "Cum on In" written over the arrow pointing right at the cunt I devoured.

She humped against me as my tongue probed into her depths, searching for more and more of her yummy cream to enjoy. I feasted on her, licking it all up. Her juices just spilled into my mouth as she shuddered against me.

"Let me taste you, Mistress," Alison suddenly begged. "You need to get your pussy eaten.

My snatch clenched in such aching need. "I thought you'd never ask, slut."

As I rose, I caught a glimpse of Desiree sitting on Mark's lap, facing away from him. He held her big breasts in his hand as she slowly worked her pussy up and down his dick, the water splashing about their torso. She had such pleasure on her face, such joy.

They deserved this. They saved my daughter's life. I was positive the Patriots would have attacked the Church, appearing out of portals right into the middle of the ceremony where we announced our newborn to the world.

Such joy surged through me. Such elation that they saved my family.

I sprang out of the water and straddled Alison's face. I settled my pussy down on her mouth and groaned. Her tongue, and its tongue stud, swiped through the folds of my pussy. I shuddered in delight as I bent over to feast on her cunt, loving the pleasure rippling out of my snatch. I buried my face into her honey-flavored pussy and ate her out.

We feasted on each other. I squirmed, loving the contrast between her soft tongue and her hard stud as they slid through the folds of my pussy. They caressed my silky petals, stimulating my labia while my own tongue lapped at her slit, gathering up her honey cream. Such delicious cream.

"Mistress," she moaned into my pussy between licks. "You spoil me."

"You deserve to be spoiled," I groaned before jamming my tongue deep into her snatch.

She squeezed my butt-cheeks, pulling me tight to her pussy, as she squealed in delight. I probed deep into her pussy, swirling against her silky walls. Her honey juices flooded my mouth. They tasted so wonderful. I licked them up and then gasped as her tongue stud pressed right on my clit.

She worked that hard point on my bud with such skill. Sparks showered through my pussy. I squirmed atop her, my nipples rubbing into her stomach. I feasted on her pussy as she inspired me with her naughty skill, making me moan and groan.​