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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.

Desiree stretched out on the bed, her breasts jiggling. She leaned back and spread her legs, obscenely showing off her shaved, juicy pussy. Daddy groaned as he stared at her. I smiled at him and patted his cock.

“Don’t worry, Daddy, I share with those I love.” I gave him another hot kiss before I crawled between Desiree’s thighs, the air thick with her spicy-tangy scent. I buried my face into her cunt and feasted on my love.

“Oh, yes, mi Sirenita,” she purred. “I love your tongue!”

I loved it when she called me her little mermaid. It made me feel like a sexy princess as I feasted on her snatch. My pierced tongue slid through her folds, teasing, driving her wild. She moaned, shuddered, gasping and humping against me. Her thighs tightened on my head as she humped and bucked into me.

Her breasts jiggled above me as I devoured her. I plunged my tongue into her depths, swirling it around, my nose bumping her hard clit. Then I flicked up to her clit, batting it with my tongue stud while my hands squeezed her bubbly rear.

As I devoured my fiancee, I could feel Daddy’s eyes on my ass, so I wiggled it invitingly. He groaned, watching our lesbian love. Desiree purred, stroking my pink hair as her face twisted. A smile crossed her lips

“Isn’t your daughter just gorgeous?” Desiree asked, her voice throaty.

“Yes,” panted Daddy.

I squealed in delight, shaking my hips more.

“And she’s always soooo horny! Look at her hips wiggling. She needs a cock in her almost every hour of the day.”

“I do,” I moaned before sucking on Desiree’s clit.

“Right now, Papá. She needs your cock buried in her.”

I loved my fiancee so much. She was wonderful. Amazing. I dug my tongue deep into her pussy, gathering as much of her tasty fluids as I could, drinking them down as I massaged her butt-cheeks, loving how they felt in my hand. I sucked on her clit again, loving how she moaned as I pleasured her pearl. Her thighs tightened about my head.

“Fuck her, Papá!” she gasped. “Make her cum! Feel the embrace of your daughter’s cunt about your cock! She needs you so badly. Love her, Papá!”

The bedsprings squeaked as Daddy knelt behind me. Strong hands gripped my hips. His hard cock nudged my asscheeks. I moaned and trembled in anticipation, my pussy clenching. Watching Mistress fuck her father had made me so jealous. I wanted to experience that special kind of love with my daddy.

His cock nudged my pussy. I burned to experience this depraved, taboo sex. “This is wrong, pumpkin,” he whispered as his dick rubbed up and down on my slippery lips, driving me wild with desire. “You’re my daughter.”

“Incest isn’t wrong anymore,” I answered. “Master says incest is okay. We shouldn’t be tied down by the morals of bygone days. People should be free to love whomever they want. So love me, Daddy.”

His will broke. “My beautiful pumpkin,” he grunted then slammed into me.

I screamed my passion into Desiree’s cunt as he entered me. He filled me up, my pussy convulsing about him as I came and came and came. The thrill of my daddy being in me was enough to set off my orgasm. I had finally done it. I had crossed the most taboo line.

It was as amazing as I had hoped.

His dick sawed in and out of me, pumping hard. My pussy walls gripped him, loving the caress of his stroking flesh, the feel of his taboo dick in me. He was so hard and thick and so throbbing. It made me shudder and moan. I sucked so hard on Desiree’s clit, gripping her ass, as I savored Daddy’s incestuous love.

“Oh, Alison!” he grunted. “My sweet, beautiful pumpkin!”

He fucked me harder and harder, loving my spasming cunt. Every stroke sparked friction that kept the pleasure bursting through me. The slap of flesh filled the room, his strokes driving me into my fiancee’s cunt. He grunted and groaned, pounding me like a wild man.

He was possessed. His balls smacked into my clit. I moaned, my fingers digging into Desiree’s ass as the pleasure blossomed through me. It drove me wild. It made me nibble on her clit as I clenched hard on her ass. Desiree moaned, her tits heaving.

“Oh yes! Your pussy! Holy shit! You feel amazing, Alison!”

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck her tight cunt, Papá!” hissed Desiree, humping against me.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck your naughty, slutty girl. Daddy’s slut! I’m Daddy’s slut, Desiree.”

“You are,” he growled while Desiree moaned.

I couldn’t stop cumming. My daddy was fucking me. Nothing was more taboo than this. The very cock that started my life, seeding me in my mother’s womb, reamed into mine. And I was sharing this happy moment with the love of my life. With my sweet Desiree. This was a beautiful, magical moment.

The pleasure boiled me as I tongued my fiancee’s cunt. I moaned and gasped into her juicy cunt, drowning in the pleasure. It was so much bliss. Ecstatic bliss shuddered through me. I couldn’t believe how amazing this was. It drove me wild. It shot me to new heights of rapture.

I was Daddy’s little slut.

“Fuck her!” Desiree moaned. “Fuck the little whore! She’s your slut for the night! Daddy’s little slut! Cum in her! I want to eat your incestuous spunk out of her cunt!”

Desiree came.

She screamed out in wordless pleasure. Her thighs gripped my face, holding me to her cunt. Juices flooded my lips, spicy and delicious. I held onto her ass as she bucked and gasped, big tits heaving in ecstasy. She ground on me, eyes fluttering. She moaned her delight in Spanish.

And then she collapsed. She panted, shuddering as I lightly licked at her clit, not hard, letting her sensitive flesh calm down. She purred, watching me through lidded eyes, a happy smile on her face. I made her cum.

I came again.

“Oh, Daddy!” I gasped as my pussy spasmed even harder about Daddy’s wonderful cock. “Fuck me harder! I need your cum! Flood my pussy! I’m your slut tonight, Daddy!”

“My little slut!” he groaned. His strokes grew more frantic. “My little pumpkin’s grown up into a naughty slut!”

“I have! Cum in me!” I gasped, another cum rolling through my body.

“You want your daddy’s cum?” he demanded.

“I do!”

He slammed into me hard, burying his dick into my convulsing cunt. I milked him. He groaned, gripping my hips with his strong hands.

And erupted.

My eyes widened as the hot, incestuous jizz splashed into my depths. My cumming pussy milked his cock, eager for every last drop of my daddy’s seed to fill me cunt. My knees gave out as my orgasm intensified and the pleasure erupted through me.

I collapsed into a ball on the bed, writhing in ecstasy.

Dad collapsed next to me, spooning me from behind. “I love you, pumpkin.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.” I twisted around and kissed him on the lips.

Desiree joined us and kissed me, too. I never felt more loved than I did right now. This was amazing. I was so glad Master and Mistress had changed the world, to let this be right. This wonderful love I shared with my Daddy and my fiancee.

I giggled, breaking the kiss. “You think that’s hot, Daddy, wait until you attend the wedding. It’ll boil your bones.”

“I can’t wait,” Daddy said and kissed me again.

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