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In celebration of their victory, the Gods magnanimously gave sex slaves to their family, spreading the joy of sex and domination to those they loved.

—The Gospel of April 24:12

Mary Sullivan

Mark and I dressed before heading out to his silver Mustang. My Eos was parked right behind Mark’s car. I waved towards one of the bodyguards, a Black woman numbered 25. “You’ll drive my car.”

“Yes, ma’am,” 25 grinned. Her partner, 30, would follow in the squad car.

“My dad’s house is just up the street,” I told Mark. “My dad needs to get the same instructions I gave your family.”

Mark nodded his head. “Yeah. Can’t let those cunts hurt your dad and sisters.”

A swell of anger shot through me. What if a nun already had. Why was a golden thread tied about me and my sisters? That was a problem for later. I climbed into the passenger seat as Mark started up his car.

“So, if you lived here, you must have went to Washington High School,” Mark said.

“I did.” Then I smiled at him. “But, since I’m so much younger than you, we didn’t go at the same time.”

“We’re both in our twenties,” Mark pointed out.

I shrugged. “You probably went to school at the same time as Shannon. She must have been a year or two behind you.”

“Small world, huh?” Mark laughed. “I’m surprised we hadn’t met earlier.”

The drive to my dad’s was short. It strange being back here after I had fucked him without his knowledge only a few hours ago. Mark pulled into the driveway and we pulled out, followed by April and Felicity.

My dad blinked at the sight of us, then he noticed Felicity and April. “Did you enjoy my gift?” I asked. “Was the slut that fucked you hot and tight, Daddy?”

He spluttered. “Mary?”

“Answer her,” Mark ordered, fighting a grin.

“She was. I wish I hadn’t been blindfolded.”

“But it was so much fun, Daddy,” I laughed. “You had no idea it was me.”

My dad really spluttered as I sauntered into the house. After watching the family fun at Mark’s house, I didn’t see the need to hide my incestuous desires for my father. I should have just been open about it from the start and not blindfolded him, but I had been afraid of crossing that one line.

But now I had crossed it, and incest was amazing. I had to fuck my father again, just not tonight. Mark and I really needed to get home.

“Mr. Sullivan,” Mark said. “I’m going to give you three commands and then you can ignore any other commands of mine.”

My father blinked and slowly said, “Okay.”

“First, you need to be available for Mary to fuck so she can perform the Zimmah ritual whenever she needs to. Second, you will let me perform the Zimmah ritual on you. Third, you have to move into our neighborhood so we can protect you. Got that?”

My father nodded. His aura turned jet black, a thrall to Mark.

“Good,” I nodded. I put my arm through his and stared up at him. “Daddy, would you like your own sex slave?”

My dad’s eyes slid over to Felicity and April. He swallowed.

“Ooh, do you want one of them? They’ll both be eager. Right, sluts?”

“We will, Mistress,” Felicity nodded, her voice so cute and innocent. April nodded in agreement with her. She had her phone out and was texting something.

“Felicity,” my father said, his voice hoarse.

“So you can have your very own naughty schoolgirl to fuck, Daddy?” I asked fondly. “I just bet there are loads of your students you’ve been secretly fantasizing over.” My dad taught community college.

“Yeah,” Dad swallowed. He had an embarrassed smile on his face as Felicity walked over.

“You belong to my dad now,” I told her. “He’s your master.”

She beamed. My dad took her hand and led his new sex slave into the back. As he left, Missy, blinking at the sight of our dad taking a schoolgirl into his bedroom, flounced out into the living room. She grinned at Mark. “What’s going on?”

“We’re handing out sex slaves,” I told my sister, “and Mark has a few orders for you.”

“A sex salve,” gushed Missy as Mark gave her the same orders I gave Betty.

“Can Damien live with me?” asked Missy. “Since Friday night, we’ve been talking about moving in together.”

“Of course. Give Mark your phone, he’ll arrange everything.”

My sister obeyed, then she sidled up to me as Mark spoke to Damien. “So, what’s this about a sex slave? Like those three girls that were at your house?”

“Oh, we have more than those three,” I winked at my sister. “And that’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Ooh,” shuddered my sister. “Dawn Cooper.”

“Not April there?” I asked.

My little sister shook her head emphatically, her strawberry-blonde curls tumbling about her head. “Dawn Cooper has been a bitch to me since grade school. She always picked on me. We shared a bus stop and she would always say mean things to me. I want her to be my slave.”

I hugged my sister. “I remember the little skank. It’ll feel really nice when she’s yours to abuse.” I gave my little sister a hot kiss.

* * *

Mark Glassner

“Damn that’s hot,” muttered Damien over the phone. “My own sex slave?”

“Yeah,” I answered, my eyes glued on Mary and her little sister kissing hard, their tongues dueling. Though Missy was eighteen, she didn’t look it when compared to her older sister.

“Anyone?” Damien asked.

I liked Damien. “Sure.”

“Could I have Mrs. Corra, my math teacher. She has these amazing knockers and always dresses to show them off.”

I laughed, remembering Damien mentioning some busty teacher he had a thing for last Friday. “Sure, do you know where she lives?”

“No,” sighed Damien. Then he added helpfully, “But her first name’s Polly.”

“Sure, I’ll track her down.” I hung up and then leered, “That is hot, ladies.”

Mary and her sister broke their kiss and grinned at me. “So, Damien’s all set?”

“I promised him one of his teachers for a sex slave.”

“Mrs. Corra?” Missy asked.

I nodded.

“He always did have a hard-on for that slut’s big tits.” Missy held her hands out far from her almost flat chest. “Good thing I know Damien loves my little titties. I don’t have to be jealous now. Ooh, having Mrs. Corra for a sex slave will be hot.”

I laughed.

“Well, baby sis, we got to go,” Mary said. “Does Dawn still live up the road?”

Missy nodded.

“We’ll go take care of her and send her over,” Mary promised and gave her sister a kiss.

In the background, Felicity moaned as she was fucked hard by Mary’s dad. Both Sullivan sisters gave wicked giggles at the sound. Then Mary whispered in her sister’s ear. Missy’s eyes widened and she squealed, “You slut. You didn’t fuck our dad?”

Mary winked at her as she walked out of the house. April and I followed.

A short drive up the street and we were at Dawn’s house. It was like the other houses on the street, small, over fifty years old, but well maintained. We marched up to the door, April trailing along behind us, and I knocked with force after arriving.

A middle-aged man with balding, salt-and-pepper hair answered the door. Annoyance flashed across his face. “Hello? If you’re preaching or selling I’m not interested.”

“No, no,” I answered. “Is your daughter, Dawn, home?”

“Yeah,” he frowned. “Who are you? You look familiar.”

“My name is Mark, and I have a wonderful opportunity for your daughter,” I said, smiling like I would when sailing vacuum cleaners door to door. “You are so proud that your daughter has been chosen to be a sex slave.”

A proud, fatherly smile blossomed on his face. “How wonderful for her.”

“I’m told she still lives at home.”

“Well, she did just graduate from High School. But eighteen’s too young to be on her own.”

“Well, don’t worry, she’ll be well taken care of at her new home.”

“Good, good,” he nodded. “Dawn, come here, there’s a man here to see you. He’s got some great news.”

A voluptuous, barely legal temptress in daisy dukes and a tight, low-cut halter top, sauntered up, bleached-blonde hair bouncing about her shoulders There was a sneer on her face, ruining her seductive beauty. She eyed me and glared at her dad.

“What? I was texting, Dad!” She had a bitchy tone to her voice. She kept texting, her fingers flying across the keypad. How did girls text so fast?

“Precious, Mark, here, has chosen you to be a sex slave,” her father told her. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

An incredulous look crossed the bitch’s face. “What the fuck, Dad? Sex slave? Is this a fucking joke? Have you lost your fucking mind?”

“Dawn,” I barked. “You’re going to be a sex slave from now on, you’ll do whatever your Master or your Mistress wants you to do, slut!”

“I…yes,” she mumbled.

“She’s a handful, isn’t she?” I asked her dad.

“Yeah, she can be quite a trial,” he admitted.

“I bet you’ve always wanted to rip off those shorts and spank her naughty ass,” Mary said, licking her lips. “That pert ass is just begging to be spanked.”

My naughty filly did love to discipline.

“No, I never spanked her. I believe it’s wrong to spank a child,” Dawn’s dad admitted. “It causes all sorts of development problems.”

* * *

Mary Sullivan

“Well, if you don’t know how,” I purred, a wicked smile crossing my lips, “then you can watch me and learn. I love spanking naughty little sluts asses.

I grabbed Dawn and boldly went inside the house.

“The fuck, bitch?” Dawn gasped. I could order her to be obedient, but this was more fun.

“It’s time to be spanked,” I hissed. “I remember how mean you were to my little sis.”

Mark and Mary followed behind me. I stopped in the living room and grabbed Dawn’s halter top. I ripped it up and exposed a nice pair of young tits.

“What the fuck?” Dawn hissed as I groped her tits. “Get off me, dyke.”

“No bra, slut?” I asked.

“No, I like the boys to see my nips,” Dawn admitted with a flush.

“Did you know how much of a whore your daughter was?” Mark asked, sitting down on the couch. April knew what to do and fished out my fiance’s cock. She sucked the shaft into her mouth.

“I…I didn’t,” her father answered.

“Let’s see what kind of panties you wear, slut,” I hissed.

“Let me go,” Dawn moaned, but her struggles had wained. My Pact worked on her, making her amendable.

I tugged down Dawn’s daisy dukes, exposing a tight ass, a pair of cute dimples dotted her cheeks. She didn’t wear panties. I stroked her butt, then gave each one a pinch, savoring her firm flesh. I couldn’t wait to spank her ass. My pussy clenched.

“You are such a whore,” I purred. “No panties. You raised a slut.”

Her father only watched in awe.

I sat down and pulled Dawn down across my lap. Dawn squirmed, her firm ass shaking in fear. Her pussy was shaved and already wet. I caught a hint of her musk as she squirmed. “I’m going to love spanking your ass.”

“Please,” Dawn begged, her eyes wide with fright.

That only made me wetter.

I spanked Dawn’s ass. A loud, stinging smack echoed and Dawn let out a sharp cry of pain. A red handprint burned on her lovely ass. Mark groaned, staring at Dawn’s ass while April bobbed her head on his cock.

“I love watching you spank a naughty slut’s ass, Mare.”

“And she is one naughty slut,” I grinned and smacked Dawn’s ass again.

“That hurts,” whined Dawn. “Daddy, help me.”

“I’m sorry, Dawn,” her dad said evenly, “but you have been a bad girl, and I don’t know how to control you anymore.”

I reached down to Dawn’s hanging tits and pinched a hard nipple. I savored the squeak of pain I brought to Dawn’s lips. I hissed, “A good slut counts the spanking and says, ‘Thank you, Mistress.’ Understand, slut?”

“Y-yes,” Dawn stammered as I pinched her nipple. “One, thank you, Mistress.”

I released her nipple. “Wait until I spank you.”

Smack!

“One, thank you, Mistress,” she sobbed.

“Good,” I smiled, my pussy on fire.

Smack! Dawn’s ass jiggled from the force of my spanking.

“Two, thank you, Mistress.”

Mark stroked April’s bushy, brown hair as she worked her mouth up and down his dick. Mark had such hungry eyes as he watched me discipline the slut. He gripped April’s hair as I cracked my hand down again on Dawn’s reddened ass.

“Three, thank you, Mistress.”

“Deep-throat my cock, slut,” growled Mark, his hand forcing April’s mouth down lower on his shaft—the slut didn’t fight.

I smiled at my fiance as I spanked Dawn’s naughty ass again.

“Four, thank you, Mistress!” squealed Dawn.

My pussy was on fire. I loved sounds of stinging slaps, Dawn’s moaning count, and April’s sloppy blowjob. Dawn’s father stared at his daughter’s ass as I spanked the slut. I bet he could see Dawn’s shaved cunt peeking between her thighs while a bulge tented his pants.

I smiled at the sight, an idea forming in my mind.

Smack!

“Eleven, thank you, Mistress.”

“You sure you don’t want to spank your daughter’s pert ass?” I asked Dawn’s father, caressing the slut’s bright-red cheeks. My fingers dipped down to run through her shaved, wet cunt. “God, she’s soaking wet. What a slut. She’s been practicing to be a sex slave all her life, hasn’t she? Dressing slutty, cock-teasing any poor man who saw her, dropping her panties for any half-way handsome guy that looked at her. Don’t you want to punish such a wanton daughter?”

“I…” her dad started to say and then he lunged forward and grabbed his daughter’s arm. He pulled Dawn to her feet.

“Daddy,” sobbed Dawn as she was dragged her away. He bent her across the couch’s arm, her bubbly butt shaking, already reddened by my hand. He drew back his hand and smacked her hard on the ass.

“One,” she squeaked. “Thank you…Daddy!”

My pussy was on fire. I needed to cum. I stood up, eyes locked on Dawn’s father spanking her naughty ass as I walked over to my fiancee. I seized April’s hair and pulled her mouth off my fiance’s cock. “Thanks for getting him ready, slut.”

“You’re welcome, Mistress,” April smiled. She pushed up her glasses as I straddled my fiance.

“Spanking the slut get you wet?” Mark asked as I sank down on his cock.

“So wet,” I moaned as my fiance’s shaft filled my pussy.

I rode Mark’s cock, sliding up and down his shaft and savoring every inch of his cock. I watched Dawn’s father spank her ass over and over while the sobbing slut shuddered and cried out her count. My pussy clenched with every smack. Mark’s cock stirred such pleasure through my body.

“Fucking whore!” Dawn’s father suddenly shouted. “You’re just like your cunt of a mother! She was a whore, too! And you grew up to be just like her!”

Smack!

“Nine, thank you daddy!”

“Damn, that’s hot,” groaned Mark as he slipped a hand up my blouse and found my perky breast.

“Yes,” I groaned as Mark played with my hard nipple.

I squeezed my cunt on Mark’s dick as he rolled my nipple between his fingers. The pleasure shot down to my pussy. I shuddered and fucked him faster. My pussy savored his cock sliding in and out of my wet depths.

Mark suddenly ripped off my blouse. His hands seized my tits and squeezed them, then he leaned down and sucked my nipple into his hungry mouth. I groaned and shuddered on him. My pussy clenched on his cock.

“Fuck, Mark,” I groaned as the pleasure shot through me.

Spank! “Thirteen, thank you daddy!”

“Fucking whore,” her dad moaned. “You were always dressing like a fucking slut!” Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. “Not caring how your slutty clothes were affecting your poor father! Well, you’re a sex slave now! And sex slaves get fucked!”

“Damn,” Mark groaned as Dawn’s father thrust his cock hard into Dawn’s cunt.

“Yes, fuck her,” I groaned.

Dawn’s father fucked her with a frantic speed. Their flesh slapped together. Dawn gasped and moaned, her eyes squeezing shot as she enjoyed her daddy’s cock slamming into her hot depths. I knew how wonderful that feeling was.

I rode Mark faster, remembering how I fucked my father this same way early. My orgasm built inside me as I watched the incestuous joining of father and daughter, savoring the wet plunge of thrusting cock into taboo cunt.

“Daddy!” moaned Dawn.

“Such a slut,” her Father snarled. “Take my cum.”

He barely fucked Dawn for a minute before he growled and buried his cock into his daughter. The slut shuddered and gasped, cumming herself, her pussy milking every drop of her daddy’s taboo seed into her fertile depths.

“Shit,” groaned Mark. “Always wanted to see a father and daughter fuck.”

“You’ll get to see it again,” I groaned, slamming down on Mark and cumming hard.

My pleasure rippled through my body. I bucked atop Mark. His hands squeezed my ass while my pussy writhed about his dick. He slid me up and down his shaft. I pulled him to me, my head tossing back as the pleasure crested.

“I can’t wait to see you fuck your father, Mare,” growled Mark.

His dick erupted into me. Hot cum flooded my pussy.

Dawn’s father stumbled away from his daughter. He breathed fast and sank down into recliner. Dawn stood up, her father’s cum leaking out of her pussy. She strolled over to him, her well-spanked ass undulating, and sat on his lap

“I’m sorry, Daddy, for being such a bad girl,” purred Dawn. “I promise I’ll be the best sex slave, ever. I’ll make you proud, Daddy.”

“Fuck, I love these powers,” I groaned to Mark. “Dawn is going to be my little sister’s sex slave because I ordered it.”

“Welcome to the club,” Mark whispered in my ear. “We’ll be unstoppable.”

I nodded my head in agreement. I had such big plans. We would change the world and make it into a paradise.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Mary shuddered and moaned beside me, grinding on April’s mouth as I browsed my phone, searching for Damien’s teacher Mrs. Corra. Dawn and her father cuddled nearby, sharing the intimacy of their frantic fucking and powerful cum.

“Lick out my pussy,” groaned Mary as she humped against April’s hungry lips. “That’s it, you little slut. Clean up all of Mark’s cum.”

There were a dozen people with the last name Corra listed in the whitepages. I sighed and began calling numbers. The first two were a bust, one was a man who wasn’t married and the second belonged to a woman that sounded like she smoked seventeen packs of cigarettes a day.

I was probably exaggerating.

“Oh, damn, work that tongue, slut,” groaned Mary, her freckled breasts heaving.

“Hello,” a woman answered at the third listing. She was listed as P. Corra in the phone book.

“Are you the Mrs. Corra that teaches high school?” I asked.

“I do teach high school,” she answered. “Who is this?”

“And do you have a boy named Damien in your math class. He would have just graduated.”

“I did,” the woman nodded. “Who is this?”

“My name is Mark Glassner,” I commanded. “From now on you are Damien’s devoted sex slave. You love him and will do anything he tells you. Understand.”

“I do,” she groaned. “Oh, he’s so cute. He’s always staring at my tits. It’s why I like wearing low-cut blouses. It’s such a turn on watching the boys ogle me.”

“Married?”

“Divorced,” she promptly answered.

That simplified things. “Okay, strip naked and send me a nude selfie.”

“Okay.” The phone went dead.

I was curious to see what she looked like. A minute later my phone beeped. I opened up the message and smiled. Mrs. Corra had taken the picture using her closet door mirror. She was in her early thirties, brown hair, with curvy hips and a rather impressive set of tits that pillowed before her. Her face was beautiful, horn-rimmed glasses were perched on her cute nose, and beneath those frames were these big, pouty lips just made for cock sucking.

“Damn,” I groaned showing Mary the photo. “If she was my teacher, I would be jerking off to her every day.”

“Uh-huh,” panted Mary. “Damien’s sex slave?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” she shuddered. “Now call my sister. I’m so close to cumming. Let’s get her taken care of.”

I had Shannon’s number in my phone. Mary’s moans echoed through my ear as it rang while my dick throbbed. Shannon was a sexy woman in her mid-twenties with fiery hair and large, round tits. It had been hot watching all three Sullivan sisters last week make love.

“Hi, Mark,” Shannon answered. “What’s up?”

“Is George there?”

“Sitting beside me,” she answered.

“Put us on speaker.” The ambient sound on the line shifted. “Can you hear me, George?”

“Yeah, Mark,” he answered. George was Shannon’s boyfriend.

I gave the pair the same orders that I gave Missy.

“Huh, sure we’ll move,” Shannon answered. “Right, George?”

“I never thought we would move,” George laughed. “I really like Milton, but a free house. Hard to beat.”

“Good, now Mary and I are giving out sex slaves, like the ones at my house, to our family members. Interested?”

“Really,” George eagerly asked. “One of your bang-maids?”

“Oh, you horny devil,” Shannon giggled.

“What? You said we could have another threesome,” George pointed out.

“All right, George,” Shannon fondly said. “Mark’s…bang maids seemed quite happy.”

“Any requests?” I asked.

“Hot,” George said, then he laughed, “Stop tickling me, Shannon.”

“Ooh, that’s all you want is hot,” Shannon chortled. “Nothing else? No blonde with giant tits? No petite, Asian schoolgirl that’s eighteen but looks ten?”

“Smoking hot, I guess. I don’t know,” George laughed. “I give up. You can pick sweetie pie.”

“Your secretary,” Shannon answered.

“Starla?”

“I’ve seen you panting after her,” Shannon answered. “I’ve seen how she bends over, showing off her ass. She’s been trying to seduce you for weeks. The little tramp.”

“I’d never cheat on you,” George promised.

“And you won’t, not if she’s our bang-maid,” Shannon declared. “And she can be your bang-secretary at work. Keep you from straying when I’m not around.”

George laughed. “How could I cheat on the best girlfriend in the world?”

“Sure,” I told them. “Give me her number and I’ll set it up.”

“Thanks, man.” I could almost see George’s grin over the phone.

“Mark, send her over. This has gotten me so horny,” laughed Shannon. “I want to spank her.”

My dick really ached. “I will.”

“Oh, god, this is hot,” shuddered Mary. “Oh, yes. Yes. Drink my juices, slut. Oh, damn, Mark, I’m cumming so hard.”

I smiled at my fiancee as I dialed Starla’s number. The phone rang five times.

“Hello?” a woman asked.

“Hi, Starla, you don’t know me, but I’m Mark Glassner.”

“The terrorist?” she squeaked. “The one who’s engaged to Shannon’s younger sister?”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “Now relax. From now on, you’ll be Shannon and George’s bang-maid. You’ll do whatever either of them tell you and do it with a smile.”

“I will,” Starla happily squealed. “I’ve had a crush on him for so long. I’ll be the best bang-maid ever.”

Mary slumped next to me, a big smile on her face.

“Nice cum?” I asked her.

“It’s nice to have fun while you do all the work,” she smiled.

Mary had been a little annoyed when she found out I spent an entire day fucking at a Community College while she was busting her butt getting things ready for our wedding. I didn’t say the smartass remark on the tip of my tongue.

Instead, I glanced at the naked schoolgirl on her daddy’s lap. “Dawn, go to Missy Sullivan’s house,” I ordered. “She’s your new, primary Mistress.”

“Okay,” Dawn said, getting off her father’s lap and bent down to grab her daisy dukes.

Mary slapped her ass. “Did Mark tell you to get dress, slut?”

“No, Mistress,” Dawn gasped and disappeared naked out the front door, she didn’t even put shoes on.

“You are so mean,” I laughed to Mary.

We dressed and headed outside. April climbed into the back seat of the Mustang, Mary took the passenger’s seat, and I climbed into the driver’s. Ahead, Dawn power-walked down the street, her red ass swaying.

“Damn, that is a hot sight,” I laughed. “What do you think, April?”

She looked up from her phone and grinned. “It is, Master.”

The two bodyguards followed in the patrol car and Mary’s Eos as I drove us out to Highway 512 to take us east to Puyallup. I turned us onto Steele Street at 116th Street. As I drove, I reached over and placed my hand on Mary’s thigh, stroking her silky skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Mare.”

She gave me a sultry smile. “Do you want me to suck your cock, Mark?”

I smiled and nodded.

“It’s just too dangerous while you’re driving, Mark.”

“You’re so amazing, so perfect,” I told her, sliding my hand higher on her thigh. “I’m just so horny for you.” I stopped at a light, and bent over and nuzzled at her beautiful neck. “I just love you so much, Mare.”

“Fine,” she said. “But this is the last time.” She always said that it was the last time, but I always managed to convince her to do it again.

Mary bent over, unzipped my pants, and fished out my hard cock. Her mouth was wet and hot as she sucked my cock. I turned onto 512, accelerating quickly as my fiancee swirled her tongue about my cock’s head.

“Damn, your mouth feels great, Mare!” I moaned.

Mary cupped my balls, her deft fingers playing with my nuts. She bobbed her head, sliding down my cock and then sucking back up. I groaned, enjoying the suction on my cock’s head. Every time she went down, more and more of my dick disappeared into her mouth.

I merged onto 512, and floored it. 30, driving the patrol car, flipped on her sirens and raced ahead of me. I smiled. I would have to reward 30 for her proactive thought. I raced behind her while 25 brought up the rear of our convoy.

“Do you always have Mistress suck your cock while you drive, Master?” April asked.

“Her or whatever slut is beside me,” I grinned.

Mary moaned about my dick. It sounded like she was laughing. I savored the way she massaged my dick with her passion. Her mouth worked lower and lower until my dick brushed the back of her throat.

Mary didn’t stop there.

“Damn, Mare,” I groaned, one hand running through her auburn hair as she deep-throated me.

I savored the hot, tight embrace of her throat. She swallowed and hummed. My dick ached with pleasure. It shot down my shaft to my balls. It was wonderful to feel her mouth on my cock while I drove.

I had missed out on this joy on the drive up to Seattle yesterday.

Mary drew back up my cock, sucking hard until only the tip remained in her mouth. Her tongue flicked around the head before she deep-throated me all over again. She did it over and over, bringing me closer and closer to flooding her sweet mouth with my cum.

“God, you’re the best, Mare!” I moaned, my balls tightening. “About to cum, Mare.”

She sucked hard as she slid her mouth up my cock until only my sensitive head was in her lips. She swirled her tongue about the crown while she fisted my shaft. My balls tightened. I gripped the steering wheel.

“Fuck!”

My cum burst out into her mouth. I fought to keep the car driving straight between the lines as blast after blast of my cum flooded her hungry mouth. Mary swallowed my jizz, her hand milking my shaft and making sure she received every drop.

“Damn, that’s good,” I grinned, the lethargy sinking into my body.

Mary sat up, smiling, licking the little bit of cum that stained her lips. “Thanks, Mark. I missed that.”

“I thought you didn’t like blowing me when I drove?”

“I didn’t say I hated it,” Mary smiled, “just that it’s not safe.”

The off-ramp rushed up. I followed 30 onto it. Cars moved out of the way for us. Mary’s phone beeped and she pulled it out of her purse. She laughed, then held it up to me. I glanced at the phone and grinned at the image of Dawn licking Missy’s foot with the caption: “Thanks for the slut!”

“I think you may have corrupted your sister,” I said with a smile.

“That’s an understatement,” Mary said then laughed wickedly as I pulled into the South Hill Mall’s parking lot.

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