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Agent Daniel Hardson

I gripped the steering wheel with sweaty hands. This assignment got so much more real. The psycher had power. Wearing this stupid metal band on my head was protecting me from getting mind-controlled or something. It was insane.

How could this guy really have powers?

“I observed the psycher use his powers to have sex with a strange woman on the hood of his car in broad daylight,” I spoke, my phone recording. I had to get my notes ready for my report to the agency. “A feat seen by many of the neighbors. All ignored it. None of them were shocked. No police were called. It was as if they were seeing someone taking out the trash. Nothing special. The headband seems to be effective. I am tailing the psycher now.”

The recording was being saved on the cloud. There would be a record no matter what. Just in case. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I just had to keep tracking this guy. Studying him. This was crazy.

People should not have power like that.

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Michael Horne – The God Ares

I was feeling great. I had rewarded the Shepherds for being such faithful spouses to each other. Mr. Shepherd would enjoy his new harem of his wife and daughters. And sleeping with faithful wives was such a thrill.

They had never cheated on their husbands. Since becoming involved with their husbands’, no other cock but their man’s had been in them. It was such a rush. I loved my young and nubile daughters and their friends I had made mine—the incestuous thrill of breeding my own daughter could not be understated—but a faithful wife was a delicious treat.

My slave, the asshole pilates instructor who had fucked my cheating wife, glanced up in his rearview mirror again and again. He drove us through Alamogordo, heading back to my house where my large harem awaited.

“I think we’re being followed, Master,” said Scott.

“What?” I asked and glanced out the back window. There were cars behind us.

“The gray sedan was at the Shepherds house. It left with us and has been following us.”

“Really?” I said, curiously. We were on a two-lane road, a light was coming up. “Stop at the intersection. Let’s find out what he wants.”

I sent out waves of command for people to not be concerned by my nudity, to obey my every command, and to recognize me as their god whom they worshiped. My mind burned with the effort, but I ignored that fuzzy pain. A pedestrian walking by shook his head as my power took effect.

Scott slowed to a stop. I grabbed the door handle, the sedan stopping two cars behind us. I stepped out naked and unconcerned, the New Mexican sun hot today. I marched down the asphalt, glad I had kept on my shoes.

Something was freeing in walking about in the complete nude. I ruled this city. This was my territory. I could do what I want when I wanted. I whistled my delight as I marched forward. This was such a wonderful day.

I hummed with my delight as I headed to the car. I saw the guy trying not to look at me. He was looking casual. Everyone else was staring at me in awe, including the driver of the car I passed to get to him. A car pulled up behind his now, blocking him in.

There was something strange about this. Why wasn’t he paying attention to me? I wrapped on the hood of his car and shouted, “Get out!”

I threw my will at him and felt… nothing. Not a single prickle. The man stared at me. He drummed his hands on the steering wheel. He was blocked in. I didn’t like this at all. I grabbed his door and yanked it open.

“Get out,” I ordered again.

The man looked around then undid his seat belt and shrugged. He slid out of the car, a tall man in a tank top and shorts. Blond hair, blue eyes, a USMC tattoo on his right shoulder. He was in his forties, but fit and strong.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

“Yes, there is,” I said, noticing the band of metal on his head. Like a halo. I lunged for it.

He swung his fist at me and struck me in the temple. I stumbled back, pain bursting across my forehead. I shook my head and heard a door slam. He had jumped back inside the car. I grabbed the handle and pulled, opening the door.

But only a few inches.

He pulled on the inside, trying to yank it closed. My thoughts radiated out. “HELP ME OPEN THE CAR!”

The drivers of the other cars threw open their doors and rushed towards my help. Pedestrians jogged over. The door to a house flung open and a woman darted out with flour on her apron. They surged towards me and grabbed the door. We hauled.

He lost.

The door ripped out of his hand, opened so hard, something snapped. He stared at us, fear in his eyes. He fought to throw the car into drive as I sent my thoughts at my people. “PULL HIM OUT!”

My command screamed through the minds of the dozen of people that had appeared. They grabbed him. He fought and kicked as they yanked him out of the car and threw him down on the pavement. He fought. Kicked. Struck the woman in the face and broke her nose.

“Get the headband off him!” I sent.

Hands lunged for it.

“NO!” screamed the man. He thrashed on the ground, trying to grab it.

It came off with ease. The moment it did, I felt him in my thoughts. “OBEY ME!”

I slammed my will into him like I never had into another. My mind burned with the pain. He screamed on the ground, his body bucking. Limbs spasmed. His eyes rolled back in his head. I focused on him. I seared this command into his mind.

“OBEY ME! OBEY ME! OBEY ME!”

My mind burned for one more second. The pain faded. His thoughts rewritten by my godly power. I panted, adrenaline surging through my body. I stared down at him as the spasms slowed. He sucked in deep breaths.

“On your feet and stop resisting,” I commanded. “You are in the presence of your god. Show some respect and obedience!”

I reinforced it with a mental command that only prickled my mind.

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Agent Daniel Hardson

My mind throbbed as I stared up at my… my… my god.

I snapped to my feet and stood at attention like I was back at Parris Island during basic training. I snapped a salute, my heart racing. My god stared at me, his face furious. I had resisted him. I had fought against him. Fear burned through my veins. He was angry at me.

It took all that discipline the Marine Corps had pounded into me to keep me from whimpering. I just stood at attention like the drill sergeants had beat into me.

“Who are you?” demanded the man.

“Daniel Hardson,” I answered without hesitation. I had to speak truthfully to this man. I had to obey him. He was a god.

“Why are you following me?” He thrust out his hand and someone handed him the metal band. He looked at it. “And where did you get this?”

I explained how I worked for the Agency. They had sent me here to monitor him and given me the headband to protect against a psycher. “You,” I added. “I put up monitoring devices in the area to track your brain waves. I detected a lot of activity, so I went to check it out. Mostly because I was getting bored being in my hotel room. They gave me that band. Told me it would protect me from you. They don’t know you’re a god, sir.”

“The Agency?” His brow furrowed. “What Agency.”

I hesitated. “Well… there’s the government that we all know, the one that the president pretends to run, and some presidents do. But beneath it all is the deep state. The true powers of the nation that run things how they will. They operate through various agencies. They work with the politicians that give them more power. Influence lawmakers. They recruit out of the different legitimate agencies. I was in the Marines, then I worked for the CIA. Now… the Agency.”

The man tapped the headband against his thigh.

“Are you married, Agent Hardson?” he asked.

“No, no, never married,” I said, chuckled. “Never had that sort of life, if you understand me. Always on deployment or missions. Always moving around.”

The god nodded. “And have you ever fucked a married woman?”

“Many,” I said, grinning. I wanted to tell him everything. Brag about all the married women I had fucked.

His brow tightened. The anger in his eyes returned. I swallowed, a bead of sweat appearing on my forehead that had nothing to do with the hot sun.

“Any here?” he demanded.

“Yeah, Shannon Roberts,” I answered. “She’s been my lover for nearly two decades. We hook up every few years. She’s the wife of an Air Force officer station at Holloman. She even had my daughter.”

“And he has no idea that his wife is making him raise your bastard?” the god demanded, his eyes black now.

“None,” I croaked. “That’s what she told me. No idea. My daughter’s name is Danielle. Shannon named her after me, I guess. Won’t ever let me see her. Meet her.”

“How old is she?” The question pressed on my mind.

“Fourteen,” I said, shuddering beneath the weight of the command. It pushed on my thoughts with such incessant force. “She’s fourteen.”

“Good, good,” said the god. “And you know where she lives?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “I looked it up when I first arrived. Never been to her place. She came to my hotel room.”

He stared at me with intensity. then I felt his thoughts invading my mind. I screamed and clutched at my head as they ripped through me. They squeezed about my thoughts, rewriting them with his power. I shuddered with it. My god changed me.

“When you get to your lover’s house, you and she will admit what you’ve done to her husband. The pair of you will beg to be her husband’s slaves. Your daughter will fall in love with the husband, and he will fall in love with her. She will be his faithful wife. She will gladly make love to him all the time, and he will love her just as much. You will have to live with the man you cuckold as his slave watching him enjoy your daughter and her mother. The husband will use the mother to satisfy his depraved desires, and she will worship her daughter’s cunt. You will feel the humiliation every time you watch the man you wronged enjoy your daughter. How she gasps on his cock. How she loves him, but never you. She will hate you. Despise you. That will be your life!”

“Go!” the god roared.

“Yes, sir!” I quailed, feeling those echoing in my mind. They leaked out of me like they were broadcasting to the world.

I turned and jumped in my car. I tried to close the driver’s door. Metal groaned. Something popped. Then it slammed shut. I started my car, backed up to get out of the traffic jam. I drove into oncoming traffic, needing to reach her place.

I ran the red light, tires screeching. The thoughts echoed over and over in my mind. My stomach twisted at the idea of the man I had cucked, the loser whose wife had so loved my cock she had my daughter, would touch Danielle.

That I would have to watch.

My god had punished me. I had no choice but to accept it.

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Shannon Roberts

“We have dinner with Colonel Reynolds that night,” I told my husband as we sat on the couch watching CNN. He was always watching CNN. “Sorry.”

“Really,” he said. “Damn.”

“We can’t cancel.” I gave him a hard look. “Sissy and I are both excited for it.”

“No, no, we have to go,” he said.

“Do I have to go, Mom?” Danielle asked. She was curled up on the recliner playing on her phone.

Staring at her made me think of her real father. That itch to go to see Daniel burning through me. It was intoxicating that he was back in town. He always brightened the drear of my life. And he would be in Alamogordo for some time.

Pounding me so hard. Fucking me. Making me cum.

“Yes, you have to go,” I said, not giving away my true thoughts.

Derrick was a good husband, just a lousy lover. And he was gone so much in the early years of our marriage. I never thought I would cheat on him, but once I had, there was no stopping it. Daniel was hardly the only lover.

Though he was the best. The one that had knocked me up. Luckily, I was able to keep our child without rousing Derrick’s suspicion.

“Ugh, those dinner parties are so boring,” muttered Danielle. “Do I have to go, Daddy?”

“Yes, dear,” he said. “If I have to go, then you do.”

He really had no idea she wasn’t his daughter. Well, he was a much better father than Daniel. That man was committed to the job. He would never settle down. That was what made him so great. He would be gone before we would get bored of each other. Then, in the years between our visits, that longing would build and build until we exploded on each other.

DING-DONG!

“That must be my package,” I said and rose. I moved through the house. We owned this one. We weren’t leaving Holloman for two years. It was a good investment. We liked the desert, as strange as that was. He was a year away from being able to retire. We just might stay here.

I opened the door and my heart lurched. Daniel stood there.

Panic fluttered through me then my mind burned. I gasped and clutched my head as I felt… something pressing on me. Twisting my thoughts. I staggered and heard my husband and daughter gasping, too.

“What?” Derrick gasped. “What is that.”

“Daddy!” gasped my daughter. “Oh, Daddy.”

Stars danced before my eyes. My vision almost went black, the fuzzing shadows. I staggered and grabbed the door to hold my balance. I sucked in deep breaths. Then the pain faded. I sucked in deep breaths, struggling to get my thoughts to focus. I drew in deep breaths against this pain on my mind.

Then this terrifying impulse shot through me.

“Honey,” my husband asked, his voice strained. “Who’s at the door? Your package.”

“It’s…” I had to say this. I stared at Daniel and he nodded. “It’s… my lover.”

“Your what?” Derrick asked. I turned to find him marching up. Then my daughter darted to his side and cuddled up to him. He put his arm around her. She was a strawberry-blonde. Her hair lighter than my red hair but darker than Daniel’s blond.

Derrick never suspected because he was a blond, too.

I fell to my knees, tears spilling down my face as the guilt of what I had done crashed into me. “This is… Daniel,” I moaned. “My lover for… for… nineteen years.”

My husband stared at me. We had married in college when he had been in the ROTC. He had joined the Air Force officially a year later when we graduated. We had been married for twenty years.

“What?” he demanded, pain flicking across my face.

“I met him… when you were on your first… TDY,” I whimpered. “I was lonely and… and… We became lovers. He was exciting. A young marine. Handsome and ravishing. He did things to me in the bedroom I had never experienced. I loved it and… he knocked me up. That’s not your daughter.”

“No!” Danielle gasped. “I’m your daughter, Daddy. I am. I love you. I’m your daughter! I am!”

Tears spilled down my daughter’s cheeks while my husband stared down at me with this look of stunned hurt. Humiliation burned across his features. My stomach churned in my guts. I wanted to vomit. This was all so much.

But I couldn’t do that. All I could do was tremble here. I sucked in deep breaths, trying not to lose all control over myself. My body shuddered with the guilt as I confessed to it all. The men I had fucked over the years.

“Every chance I had,” Daniel confessed, “I fucked your wife. I would look her up. Pound her hard. I’m so, so, sorry. I’m a fucking asshole. A terrible dick. I’m your slave.” He pressed his face to the floor. “You order me to do it, I will. I’ll even… watch you make love to my daughter.”

“Yes, yes,” I gasped, it was all so clear. I pressed my face to the floor. “I’m your sex slave, Derrick. I’ll be faithful now. I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ll be a complete whore for you and… and… Danielle. You deserve a wife that loves you. Danielle loves you.”

“I do, Daddy,” Danielle said. “I love you so much. My heart hurts with how much I love you. I would never, ever hurt you like that bitch.”

“I am a bitch,” I whimpered. “But I’ll do anything to make up for being a cheating, disgusting whore.” I crawled forward, tears spilling down my eyes. “Anything for you. For your new wife. Danielle will love you like I should have.”

Fury burned in my husband’s eyes. His entire body positively trembled with his rage. I shuddered beneath it. This was so insane. He would hurt me. I could see it in his eyes. The anger that blazed through him. He had thought me a faithful and loving wife.

I should have been a faithful and loving wife. But I wasn’t. I was a cheating, disgusting, filthy whore. I cringed beneath him, my heart pounding in my chest.

Then I noticed my daughter was rubbing at his cock through his slacks. She squeezed her hand about him. She kneaded my husband’s cock. She thought he was her father all her life. It was still so close to incest as she rubbed up and down him through his pants.

“We should spank her, Daddy,” she purred. “She was such a naughty mommy. We can’t allow her to be like that, can we? We have to discipline her, don’t we, Daddy?”

“Yes,” he growled as he stared down at me. “Nineteen years, Shannon. Nineteen fucking years you were fucking that prick?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, unable to stop myself from shuddering. “I did. I’m so sorry, honey. I was a whore. A complete cunt.”

“Yes, you fucking were,” he growled.

“I’m so sorry… Master,” groaned Daniel. “I’ll do anything for you. Your slave. Whatever you need.”

“Whatever I need?” He shuddered. “I should get my fucking gun and shoot you.”

“If that’s what you have to do,” Daniel answered. He pressed his face into the ground. “I’m your slave. The piece of shit that wronged you. You can do whatever you want to me.”

My husband shook with rage. “Strip that whore naked. Danielle, get my belt.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she purred. “Mmm, whip Mommy so hard.”

Danielle darted away as Daniel grabbed at my t-shirt. He ripped it off me and threw it to the side. My red hair spilled around my face. I shuddered, feeling like an abject whore. I had so hurt my husband. I was just such a dirty, filthy, disgusting bitch.

I stood so Daniel could pull off my shorts. He yanked them down my thighs as my husband stared at me. His blue eyes were colder than the arctic. He despised me. I had hurt him so much. I couldn’t look at him. Tears spilled down my cheeks.

“I’m so, so, so sorry, Daniel,” I whimpered. “I should have been faithful. I should have loved and honored you. I am so, so, so fucking sorry. I’m a disgusting whore. A filthy, foul, nasty slattern!”

“Yes, you are,” he snarled as Daniel undid my bra. He freed my large tits.

My husband squeezed them. Hard. His hands gripped them with force. My eyes widened as he did that. He dug his fingers into my breasts. He kneaded them. Groped them. I shuddered at what he did to me. How he dug his fingers into my boobs with such prowess.

I quivered. This was insane that this was happening to me. That I had confessed after all these years. But… but… I deserved this. I whimpered and groaned at the pain of his fingers digging into my large tits as Daniel pulled off my panties.

“You let another man paw these tits, whore?” growled my husband. His voice rumbled with his fury.

“Yes, honey,” I whimpered, trembling there.

“You let him touch you. Let him dig his fingers into those big, fat tits and suckle on those nipples.” His fingers slid to my nubs. He pinched them. Hard. He twisted them.

I threw back my head and gasped at the pain. The agony flared down to my pussy. My cunt drank it in. I grew hot and wet as my husband abused my nipples. He had every right to hurt me after what I had done.

He released them and shoved his hand down to my cunt. He thrust two fingers into my pussy. “And you let him stick his dick in you!”

“I did!” I gasped as his fingers wiggled about in my cunt. “I’m a dirty fucking whore. I don’t deserve to be your wife! I deserve to be your sex slave! To serve you and your new wife. However you want me to. Whatever depraved fantasies you have, Derrick, fulfill them.”

“Whatever depraved fantasies I have,” he said.

Danielle ran up at that moment. She had a thick, leather belt. “I wasn’t sure which one would hurt her the most, but I think it’s this one, Daddy.”

He stared at her. He ripped his fingers out of my pussy, cupped my daughter’s face, and kissed her with passion. My fourteen-year-old little girl moaned into the kiss and melted into it. She returned it, her lips working on his. The taboo sight made my cunt clench even more.

Their tongues danced. Their passion was such a stimulating sight to see. It was incredible to witness. I loved the sight of it so much. It was all so exciting that they were sharing this passion. My cunt drooled at the sight of their love.

He broke the kiss. “This belt will be perfect.” He stared at her. “You love me, Danielle.”

“Always, Daddy,” she moaned. “I’ll be your wife. I love you more than that whore!” She glared at me like I was a disgusting thing.

I was a disgusting thing. She should glare at me like that. She should despise me for being such a filthy fucking whore. It was only right. Only proper. This was how things should be. It was only right and proper that she should so thoroughly despise me.

It was the only way things made any sense.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re just a whore, Mommy!” she hissed. “I want to see Daddy whip you!”

“And you’ll do what I want, Danielle?” asked Derrick. He stared at my daughter with lust in his eyes. “All the things I’ve ever fantasized about?”

“Isn’t that what a wife should do, Daddy?” she asked. She squirmed there in her shorts and tank top, her small breasts outlined by the material. “I’m a virgin, too, Daddy. You can mold me to be just the sort of woman you want in the bedroom. You raised me, Daddy. That man over there isn’t my father. He’s just the sperm donor that fucked that slut! You’re always my daddy. The man I love.”

“Let me see you naked, Danielle,” my husband groaned. “Let’s show the whore and the sperm donor just who you love.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she purred. The naughty thing peeled off her tank top and revealed the white bra she wore. She didn’t need it. Not with tits as small and firm as those. She reached behind her and unhooked it. She pulled it off and unveiled her small boobies. “Do you love my itty, bitty titties, Daddy?”

“God, yes,” he groaned, his hands gripping her sides. He slid them up until he was cupping those budding mounds. He rubbed his thumb at my fourteen-year-old daughter’s tits. Touching her the way he used to touch me.

If I hadn’t been such a cheating whore…

“They’re gorgeous, Danielle,” Derrick whispered. “Now let me see the rest of you. I want to see your beauty. I want to witness it before I whip that bitch.”

“Yes, Daddy,” groaned my daughter. She glanced at me with this smug, triumphant grin. She had claimed my husband. He was her man now, not mine. She was cuckolding me. She would take his place in our bedroom. She would rule this house. I would be her slave.

She unsnapped her shorts and wiggled out of them. She had on her panties with the strawberries decorating the fabric. They were cute and childish. I had never even realized that she was a sexual being, but it was clear that she was. That she wanted the man who raised her. Her “real” father.

Next, she peeled off her panties and exposed her strawberry-blonde bush. She wiggled out of her panties, rolling them down her thigh. She had this big grin on her face as she stepped out of the panties. She was down to her cute ankle socks with the little ruffles.

“Ta-da, Daddy!” she gasped, throwing her arms wide.

“Damn,” he growled. “Goddamn, that’s hot. Mmm, you know, your mother should help get you ready for me.” He glanced at me, the anger burning in those cold, blue eyes. “Slut, lick your daughter’s cunt while I whip your ass. Get her nice and ready for my dick. I am going to break her in. I’m going to make love to my new wife.”

“Yes, Derrick,” I whimpered as I crawled across the floor.

“Master,” he snarled. “I own you now. You’re my fucking wife-slave now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” I moaned, wanting to obey him and so turned on that he was making me eat out my daughter while he whipped me.

He picked up the belt as I crawled across the floor, my big boobs swaying back and forth. Daniel was watching this, too. He had to witness me eating out our daughter’s pussy. Get her ready for my husband to make love to her.

Danielle had a wide grin on her face. She was eager for me to eat her out. Her green eyes were shining with her excitement. Then I stared at her pussy, covered in a sparse bush of strawberry-blonde curls that didn’t hide her tight slit. Nor the juices that leaked out of her. A tangy scent filled my nose. It was so similar to my own flavor.

This was so wrong. Such a taboo thing to do. I was her mother, but I had to obey my husband. I pressed my face into her bush. I nuzzled into her curls. They spilled over me. I groaned at the feel of them around my face.

I licked at her. I lapped at her cunt with hunger. She gasped as my tongue slid over her tight slit and gathered her tangy pussy cream. Her eyes were so wide as I feasted on her. I had gone down on a few women during my affairs. Things could get wild.

“Mommy,” she gasped, her back arching. “Oh, Mommy, that’s it, you dirty slut. You’re my Mommy-slave now. You have to obey me and Daddy. Yes, yes, eat my pussy! Get me ready for Daddy’s big dick. I want him so much. I’ve thought of him. I was so ashamed, but now I know he loves me. That it’s okay for me to be his wife.”

“Yes, honey,” I moaned and licked at her again. “You can love him all you want. You’re his real wife now. I’m just his wife-slave.”

“That’s right, Mommy-slave,” she moaned as my tongue slid up her slit and brushed her clit.

She gasped at that. I loved the texture of her on my mouth. My ass wiggled, my cunt burning with the humiliation of having to pleasure my daughter. This was so wrong. I brought her into the world, and here I was tonguing her cunt.

Derrick loomed over us. Leather slapped against leather. My ass tensed. I knew it was coming. The spanking. I deserve this. I kept licking at my daughter’s virgin pussy. I fluttered my tongue up and down her, wanting her to be ready for him. I—

CRACK!

Pain exploded across both my butt-cheeks. My head snapped up. The stinging fire blazed across my ass. I whimpered as I squeezed my eyes shut. I sucked in breaths, my big boobs swaying beneath me. Tears stung my eyes.

“Keep licking my pussy, Mommy-slave!” hissed Danielle.

“Force her head down to your pussy, honey,” Derrick said. “She’s our fucktoy. We can use her how we want.”

“Yes, Daddy,” my daughter cooed as she pressed my face back into her pussy.

I was their fucktoy. I groaned, licking my daughter’s twat and gathering up her tangy and incestuous juices. I feasted on her, my ass blazing from the spank. I deserved it for being such a slut. A terrible wife.

“You fucking cheating bitch!” snarled Derrick.

CRACK!

I squealed at the pain into our daughter’s pussy. She held my head to her cunt, rubbing my face into her snatch. It was insane. I had no choice but to lick and lap at this pussy. No choice at all. I had to feast on her. I had to lick her with all this passion as my ass burned from the spanking.

“I’m serving our fucking country, and you’re whoring behind my back!” roared Derrick.

CRACK!

I groaned, my butt-cheeks clenching from the impact. I rubbed my face into Danielle’s sparse bush and wet vulva. I licked at her virgin twat, tears spilling down my face. My cunt drank in the pain. My naughty snatch loved this.

CRACK!

“Spreading your thighs while I’m risking my fucking life!”

CRACK!

“I’m making sacrifices, and your sucking dicks!”

CRACK!

“Getting bred by that piece of shit!”

CRACK!

“Getting fucked by other men! By men I know! You goddamn whore!”

CRACK!

“Yes, yes, yes,” I howled, my ass a mass of blazing agony. “I’m a fucking whore, Derrick. I’m a disgusting slut! I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I never wanted you to find out. I do love you!”

CRACK!

“Love?” he snarled. “You expect me to believe that?”

CRACK!

“After you tricked me into raising that asshole’s daughter?”

CRACK!

My ass blazed with agony. I sobbed and licked, my pussy so wet. Juices soaked my bush and ran down my thighs.

“You don’t love me!” he snarled.

CRACK!

“You wouldn’t have cheated on me, you fucking bitch!”

CRACK!

“I do!” I howled into my daughter’s pussy. My salty tears mixed with the flavor of her tangy pussy. “I was just… just…”

CRACK!

“What, Shannon?” he growled as I moaned out my pain. “A fucking whore that needed dick so much, you had to fuck any guy you could?”

“YEEESSSSS!” I howled.

SMACK!

He whipped my pussy.

The belt stuck my cunt, my bush doing little to blunt the fiery pain. I suckled on my daughter’s clit. I nursed on her bud as the pain burst inside of me. I came like a fucking slut from being whipped.

I nursed so hard on Danielle’s clit as the pain and ecstasy swept through my body. The rapture and agony burned over my thoughts. My cunt writhed, juices gushing out and spilling hot down my thighs. I moaned around my daughter’s bud. I suckled on her.

“Mommy!” she gasped, twitching. “Oh, Mommy, I’m going to cum!”

“Make her cum like you just did, you disgusting slut!” growled Derrick. “Jesus, you got off on being whipped. You’re that much of a fucking whore!”

“I am!” I howled and suckled on my daughter’s clit.

Danielle gasped. Her small titties quivered. They jiggled and swayed with their bounce. They were so sexy to see. So hot to witness. I loved the sight of them heaving. To witness them jiggling like that. They were wondrous to see as her tangy juices gushed out of her pussy.

My daughter drowned me in her cream. She soaked my mouth in her passion. I drowned in her cunt cream. It was incredible to drink her pussy cream. It was wonderful to gulp down all that incestuous delight.

My own orgasm blazed through my mind. I moaned, my ass throbbing in agony while ecstasy consumed my thoughts. It was incredible. Wild. Danielle squealed her pleasure. Her passion was such a delight to listen to. I was so glad to hear it.

So glad that I could share in it. This was a wonderful moment.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “She’s ready for you, Master. My daughter’s pussy is ready for your cock. Make love to her! Make love to her while I watch! While Daniel has to witness his daughter being your perfect wife. Fuck her. Fuck me. Fuck us all. Make that asshole watch it all. He’s worthless. He’s not a real man. You are, and I’m the biggest fucking idiot in the world. A worthless whore!”

“YEEESS!” Derrick roared.

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Colonel Derrick Roberts

My anger, lust, and love all swirled through me. I hated my wife and loved her all at the same time. This fury swept through me that she would betray me. But Danielle. I knew she never would. I knew my daughter—and she was my daughter—would never be a cheating whore like her mother.

My dick ached. Having my wife eat out another woman’s pussy had always lurked in my mind. But never Danielle’s. Now… Now I saw her as a woman to love. My new wife. I dropped the belt and scooped up my little girl in my arms.

My daughter-bride squealed in delight, her face flushed from the incestuous orgasm her mother had given her. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with hunger. Her lips felt wonderful on my mouth.

I had to make love to her right now. I kissed her and headed for the stairs. Shannon crawled after, my busty, redheaded whore-wife scurried after us with a face dripping with Danielle’s pussy cream. She had cum from being whipped.

What a fucking slut.

I couldn’t believe that all these years… The pain swelled in me. But that didn’t matter. I had my new bride in my arms. My darling Danielle. She had this wonderful smile on her lips, so eager to finally make love to me. I could see it in her eyes. She would be my faithful delight.

And that slut behind me would be our sex slave. I smiled. That asshole would be our real slave.

I would put him to work. I had a lot of remodeling plans for this house. It needed things done that I didn’t have the time for. He would. He would do it all. This day was getting better and better. The asshole who fucked my wife deserved to serve me for the rest of his life.

I carried my daughter-bride into our bedroom.

“I love you, Danielle,” I said as I set my bride down on our bed.

“I love you, too, Daddy,” she purred, her strawberry-blonde hair spilling around her face. She looked so much like her mother. Just so much like Shannon. But younger. Innocent. Her green eyes sparkled. “Make me into your wife. Cuck Mommy, Daddy.”

“Yes, yes, make me into your cuckqueen slut, Master,” Shannon moaned.

“Strip me naked,” I said then glanced and saw that fucker in the doorway. “You, go stand in the corner and watch as I make your daughter into my woman.”

“Yes, yes, watch, sperm donor,” purred Danielle. “You’re a filthy, disgusting man. I don’t love you. I never, ever will! I love my real daddy.”

Daniel slinked to the corner like a beaten dog. He watched, his face red with humiliation. He trembled. I smiled, loving this rush of power. Then my slut-wife rose, her big boobs bouncing. Tear stains spilled down her cheeks, her lips smeared in our daughter’s pussy cream.

She peeled off my polo shirt and threw it down. My dog tags rattled beneath. She swallowed as she stared at me. Her hands stroked down my body. Lust appeared in her eyes. Desire for me. She liked being treated like a whore.

Well, she was one. I would treat her like a fucking slut for the rest of her life.

She knelt before me and drew down my shorts. She stared at the bulge in my pants. She rubbed her face into it, moving her head back and forth. My heart hammered in my chest as she did that. She wanted my cock.

She pulled off my boxers. My cock popped out and slapped her in the face. She groaned and licked up the shaft to the tip. She engulfed my cock. She swallowed the tip with her hungry mouth. I groaned as she suckled on me with such passion.

“Fuck,” I whimpered.

“Oh, Daddy,” gasped Danielle as she watched her mother blowing me.

I shuddered, enjoying the mouth sucking on my dick. My wife bobbed her head, so eager to win back my affection. The little slut was showing me what she would be like from now on. How she would worship only me. I smiled.

“Enough,” I growled at my wife. “I want to cum in our daughter’s pussy. She deserves my seed far, far more than you do.”

Shannon slid her mouth off my cock and purred, “Yes, Master! Enjoy her. It’s why I had her. I can see it now. So you could have a wife worthy of you. Not a cheating slut like me.”

I smiled down at her. “I’m so glad you understand your place, cunt.”

She shuddered at the insult. There was pain and lust in her eyes. I would definitely fuck her more. Fuck her ass. Make her suck my dick clean. Fuck our daughter’s ass, too. Make her lick my cum out of Danielle’s butthole. All the things that had crossed my fantasies that I never shared.

Shannon would do them all.

I grinned at that. It was quite the thrill.

I moved to the bed where my sweet Danielle awaited me. Fourteen. A virgin. Just ripe and ready to be fucked by her daddy. Her new husband. I slid onto the bed, my cock throbbing with such aching need to ram into her.

“Daddy,” she purred and reached out her arms to me. “I want you to make me your wife. I want to have your babies, Daddy. I’ll give you what that whore never did. A real daughter. And we can raise her to be your wife, too.”

“Yes,” I groaned, the prospect so exciting. I settled onto my fourteen-year-old daughter’s body. My cock was throbbing. Aching. I just had to ram into her. I just had to take her hard. To love her with all I had. “I will. I’ll give you a baby, Danielle. A daughter.”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled me down for another exciting kiss. My lips melted on hers as my dick throbbed with such need to be in her. I rested my weight on my shoulders, not putting it all on this petite, little girl. My underage daughter was so exciting.

I loved this so much. It was quite the delight to kiss her. To thrust my tongue into her mouth. I swirled about in her, savoring the feel of her on me. I kissed her with such passion as my dick pressed into her curls. I found her virgin pussy.

She whimpered beneath me and kissed me with more desire. My daughter wanted my cock in her.

I wanted to be in her. To revel in the tightness of her cunt. It would be such a majestic moment to slide into her snatch and feel her wrapped around me. I would revel in that. Glory in being all the way in her.

My tongue thrust into her mouth. I swirled about in her as I thrust against her pussy lips. They parted only for her hymen to stop me. Shannon never had a hymen. She had been with other men. Not our daughter. Not my Danielle.

My daughter moaned into my kiss as her hymen stretched. Stretched. Popped.

I slid into my virgin daughter’s pussy. Her warm, deflowered depths engulfed my dick. My cock slid into her juicy, silky sheath. I groaned into the kiss while she groaned her delight. It was incredible sharing this passion with my daughter.

My tongue danced around in her mouth. I savored the flavor of her. The pure delight that was her mouth while her cunt squeezed about me. Her little body trembled beneath me. She squeezed her snatch around me.

Then she broke the kiss and moaned, “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too,” I groaned and drew back my hips.

I loved the way she whimpered as I thrust back into her. My daughter shuddered beneath me, her arms and legs hugging me so tight. I slid my arms beneath her and held her to my chest. I felt her hard nipples rubbing across my torso as I made love to her.

My heavy nuts slapped into her taint as I thrust into her again and again. I plunged into the wonderful heaven of her pussy. I savored the majesty of her cunt wrapped around me. She felt incredible. Every plunge into her twat was heaven.

I groaned and she gasped. Her fingernails clawed down my back as I thrust into her. Shannon and that asshole watched me claim my bride. I made my Danielle mine! I made such love to her, savoring the sweetness of her pussy wrapped around me.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she whimpered. “Oh, Daddy, your cock is stirring me up. I want you to cum in me. To breed me, Daddy.”

“I will,” I breathed. “I love you, honey.”

My daughter-bride squealed her delight, her pussy clenching hard about my cock. She held me as I thrust into her again and again. I plunged over and over into her snatch. I savored the delight of her pussy gripping me. It was the sweetest form of heaven. I loved it so much. I plunged into her pussy again and again.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she moaned. “Oh, Daddy, yes, yes, that’s it! That’s so good. Ooh, I love this so much, Daddy!”

“I love you, too,” I groaned, thrusting into her pussy again and again.

She shuddered with the delight of my cock burying into her pussy over and over again. I groaned, savoring that pussy squeezing about me. The pleasure built at the tip of my cock. Every thrust into her swelled the ache in my balls.

I would have such a huge burst of pleasure. A huge spurt of cum that would flood her pussy. I groaned with my hard thrusts. I plowed into her cunt. I fucked into her with passion. She squeezed about me with that sweet pussy.

“Oh, yes, yes,” she groaned. She stared up at me with such passion. “I’m going to cum on your cock, Daddy. I’m going to have such a big one.”

“Let me feel that little pussy going wild,” I panted, thrusting into her pussy harder. My nuts slapped into her, heavy with my cum.

I drew back, her snatch gripping me. She held me with that tight delight. It was incredible to bury into her like this. To take her hard and fast. Her head tossed from side to side. She groaned, her twat squeezing about me.

“Daddy!” she moaned as I plowed into her. “Yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock. Her snatch convulsed about me with that wild passion. It was incredible to feel her spasming like this around my dick. I loved the feel of her underage pussy spasming about my shaft. I buried into her.

Erupted.

“Danielle!” I gasped as I fired my seed into her fertile depths.

“Daddy!” she squealed in delight, her cunt going wild around me.

She suckled at me as the rapture fired through my body. It slammed into my mind. The sparks burst across my mind as my daughter’s hot and young snatch milked my dick. She whimpered beneath me. I kissed her, loved her.

I held her tight to me as her pussy rippled around my dick. I groaned, Shannon watching like the whore she was. The asshole trembled in the corner as I knocked up my daughter-bride. I savored this. Reveled in this moment.

It was incredible. I had never felt such joy. I kissed my daughter-bride and fired the last of my cum into her. What a miracle it was to have her as my wife. I was so happy. Despite the pain, joy suffused my very being.

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Michael Horne – The God Ares

“You need repeaters,” the twin voices whispered. Male and female speaking as one.

“Take me home, Scott,” I said as that agent drove off. “We have to extend my power. I need repeaters.”

My women would be perfect. I had a harem of loyal women. Even my wife was loyal. Now. She had no choice but to regret what she had done. To understand the depths of her mistake in betraying me. It was all clear to her. She would never do that to me again. She would be a faithful wife from now on.

She wouldn’t be a cheating whore any longer.

“We have to protect this town,” I said, a smile spreading on my lips. I would defend this town. It was my duty. I was their god.

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