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Cassandra “Cassie” Johnson

I hummed as I walked out of the magic shop with the supplies I needed for the spell I would cast. The bags were being held by my sex slaves. Cunt Muffin and her mother, Mrs. Bakker, followed. They both had collars about their throats, the leashes in my hand. It was so hot turning the reverend’s daughter and wife into my lesbian whores.

I loved the pact I made with Hedone, the succubus inside of me. The most powerful of her kind. The mother of them all.

“Such flattery,” Hedone purred as we headed for Mrs. Bakker’s car.

I smiled, humming. I couldn’t wait to use the ingredients I bought to cast a befuddlement spell on the preacher. He would accept that I was fucking his precious daughter and his faithful wife. That they were my dyke-whores.

But first, the tattoo parlor. I wanted to get my sluts pierced. Hedone quivered in me. I could tell she was excited. Probably because cults in ancient times would use tattoos for sacred purposes. They weren’t like today.

Tattoos once meant something spiritual. They weren’t just something fun to put on your flesh.

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Megan Stepherson

“You have to be protected,” I told my mother as we arrived at the tattoo parlor. “If you run into the awful Hedone, she’ll turn you into a lesbian slut, Mom.”
“No,” my mom gasped and shuddered. She was a beautiful woman with black hair and vivid, green eyes. “We can’t have that. I don’t want to be a lesbian.”

“Nor me,” I said, my body still buzzing from the orgasms we shared. It wasn’t lesbian sex when it was for a holy purpose. The angel, Lilithel who possessed me taught me that. She had descended from heaven in answer to my prayers to liberate my friend, Mary Bakker, from the awful grasp of Cassie.

The naughty dyke possessed by an icky succubus named Hedone.

“This will protect you from Hedone and make sure you stay holy,” Lilithel said in me. “Then you can keep your mother and other women safe by anointing them often with your holy cream or by using your holy rod on them.”

I nodded. I never would normally have sex with women, but it was like with Mary. We fingered each other’s cunts so we wouldn’t slip up and have sex with our boyfriends before marriage. I really \wanted to have sex with mine, but I had to wait. I had to be pure.

“And we’ll keep you pure,” promised Lilithel as I climbed out of the car.

Mom and I were at Big Rex’s Tattoo Parlor. It was near the awful New Age shop. I bet Cassie shopped there. The store was a blight on our town. Like that sex shop we just visited. Sin was creeping into the village.

It had to be opposed.

I took a deep breath—and grabbed Mom’s hand—before heading inside the store. The bell rang. The walls were covered in pictures that ranged from beautiful butterflies, prancing unicorns, and blushing roses to grinning skulls, ugly devils, and scantily clad demonesses. How perverse. Women should dress modestly.

A burly man appeared from the back. He had a thick, gray beard and tattoos running up his arms. Devils. Flames. Barbwire. Guns. Knives. A naked demon woman. Tombstones. It was a riot of images that swept up him.

“Sup,” he said. “I’m Rex. Which one of you want to be tatted up?”

“Me,” I said, squeezing Mom’s hand. I was thankful my mother was here.

“Cool,” he said. “You know what you need?”

My cheeks burned and said, “I, um, need a tattoo on each of my breasts and another on my lower belly… over my womb.”

“Fertility symbols?” he said. “I got you. Do you know them?”

“Let me take you over,” Lilithel said. “I’ll draw them.”

I asked for a pen and paper. I shuddered as the angel possessed me fully. I was a stranger in my own body. It moved beyond my control. She drew two astrological signs. I knew they were Virgo and Scorpion. Then she drew another symbol that looked sort of like a womb and ovaries. It was very stylized, though.

“Got it,” the man said. “You’ll have to strip down to your panties.”
I blushed as I unbuttoned my dress. Mom was there, but it was still so embarrassing. I had never disrobed before a man before, but he had to tattoo my breasts. I was shaking as I took off my bra and handed it to Mom. My small tits quivered.

“I’m here,” Lilithel whispered. “Just relax. You have nothing to fear. I won’t let you be hurt.”

I took a deep breath and felt calm. The peace of submission to the Lord and his messenger. I sank down in the chair, gripping the armrests. The artist stared at the pictures, studying them. He then put on rubber gloves—praise the Lord that I didn’t have to feel him directly touching me—and a fresh needle in his gun from a sealed container. He started to work on my right breast.

He had to touch my boob. I clenched my teeth as he worked the tattoo gun over my breasts. I whimpered, the pain stabbing into my tit. All these little pricks. It burned as he outlined the shape then filled it in. He worked fast.

“You heal fast,” he said, frowning. “Should be blood.”

“Yeah,” I said as I realized that was Lilithel’s work.

I was truly blessed by the angel.

He worked on the left breast next. That hurt, too, but I endured it for the Lord and for Mary. I would free her from that disgusting dyke’s clutches. The man spent time working on a piece of paper before he applied it to my belly and transferred the final image onto my lower belly.

It took the longest. I whimpered as he worked. Mom held my hand. Lilithel hugged my soul as he worked in all black, but it was worth it as he drew the abstract design of a womb and ovaries. A feminine symbol.

I was protected. That was what mattered.

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Cassandra “Cassie” Johnson

Mrs. Bakker pulled into the parking lot of the tattoo parlor. I hoped there was no one here. I didn’t want to wait. I opened the door, excited to be here. I had driven by this place all the time. I had been so curious to go in here.

Devilette Tattoos.

It wasn’t the closest parlor to the magic shop, that was Big Rex, but I wanted a female tattoo artist. I climbed out of the car, Cunt Muffin waiting to hand me her leash, her other hand holding a bag with some sex toys in it. The busty, blonde hottie wore her cheer uniform, her eyes burning for what was to come. Mrs. Bakker stalked around the car, the preacher’s wife equally eager. She handed me her leash.

It was hot having mother and daughter as my sex slaves.

I led them inside to wear a blue-haired woman lounged on a seat. She had a fade buzzed into the right side of her head, her hair long on the other side. A piercing gleamed in her lower lip. She wore a halter top, her arms covered in tattoos. She glanced up, her leather pants hugging her legs.

“Oh, my,” she said, rising as my effect fell on her. “Aren’t you just… yummy.”

“Thanks,” I said, smiling at her. My cunt burned with excitement. “It’s Chantelle, right?”

“Mmm, it is,” the woman said. She was just so eager to serve me. “What can I do for you?”

“I need my sex slaves’ nipples pierced,” I said. “Thick rings on both that I can clip leashes to.”

“I can do that,” said Chantelle, “but you’ll have to let their nipples heal two months before you can lead them around.”

“I know a spell,” I said and waggled my fingers at her.

“Mmm, a witch with two sexy bitches on your leash.” Chantelle laughed. “Oh, my, I think I might just charge you for the rings.” She winked at me. “Maybe I can enjoy a different form of payment.”

I grinned at her. “I think we can arrange that.”

She motioned us back through a curtain of beads. She had several chairs back here. I unclipped the leashes and ordered my sluts to strip. They both were so eager to, calling me, “Mistress.” Chantelle nodded in approval, her eyes lighting up with lust.

She was a true lesbian, not one that only devoured my pussy because of the spell. Cunt Muffin was like that, a closeted dyke who pretended to be straight. Her mother, though, was straight but would eat even her own daughter’s cunt to make me happy.

Cunt Muffin stripped out of her cheer outfit and Mrs. Bakker out of her sundress. Both were naked beneath. I pulled off my own T-shirt and wiggled out of my jeans. Chantelle licked her lips as she grabbed her piercing gun and found the rings. Heavy and silver.

I nodded in approval.

“They’re both so busty,” she cooed. “Mother and daughter?”

“Yep,” I said. “They’re such a hot pair! I stole them from my preacher.”

“Hot!” Chantelle said and motioned to the chair. “Mommy, you first.”

Mrs. Bakker settled down on it, her large tits jiggling. Her fat, dusky nipples thrust out hard from her wide areolas. Her brown curls framed her sultry face. She drew in a deep breath, clearly ready to be pierced. She stared right at my eyes.

I winked at her as Chantelle brought the piercing gun to her nipple and pulled the trigger. The needle shot through Mrs. Bakker’s nub. The preacher’s wife gasped in pain. Deftly, Chantelle threaded the fat ring through the delicious nub.

“One more,” said the tattoo artist. She rolled her chair about and brought the gun through the other. A quick trigger pull and threading of the ring and it was over. “Now you, cutie!”

“I’m Cunt Muffin!” my sex slave said with such pride. “That’s what Mistress named me.”

“Mmm, I bet you have a delicious muffin, too,” Chantelle said, licking her lips as she swapped out the dirty needle for a clean one. “Here we go.”

“Mistress!” squealed Cunt Muffin almost in orgasmic delight and not pain. A silver ring gleamed through her left nipple. Then Chantelle went around to pierce the other nipple. She pulled the trigger. Cunt Muffin gasped, “Yes! Yes! I’m marked! I’m your dyke, Mistress!”

“Yes, you are,” I said, feeling Hedone in me. She whispered instructions. “I have to squirt on their tits to heal them. Finger me, Chantelle.”

“Yes,” breathed the tattoo artist. She reached behind her and undid the knots on her halter top. The cloth fell away to reveal her firm, round tits and pierced nipples. She had a mermaid tattooed around her left tit, breasts out, and a seductive smile on the woman’s lips.

I snapped as I pointed to the floor. My sex slaves dropped to their knees and cupped their large breasts. I was eager to cum on them. I turned around and thrust my rump at them. I was so eager to squirt on the White sluts’ tits.

White women were so hot.

Chantelle pressed her round, ivory breasts into my face as she slid her hand down my stomach between my thighs. She found my clit and rubbed at my bud. I groaned as she stroked over it. I mewled in her pale tits.

“I love White titties,” I whimpered and kissed up her breast as she diddled me.

“Black girls are so hot,” cooed Chantelle. “Mmm, that mocha-hue is sexy, Cassie.”

I found her pierced nipple. I suckled on her. I enjoyed nibbling on her fat nub as she rubbed at my cunt. It was just such a wild moment to have her diddling me like that. I felt my slaves watching my cunt, eager to be drenched.

I moaned around the tattoo artist’s pierced nipple. I flicked my tongue against one end of the barbell threaded through her pink nub. I twisted it about as she gasped. It was hot to hear as her fingers danced over my clit.

Pleasure burst from my bud.

I groaned, my cunt clenching as I rose toward my orgasm.

“Mistress, squirt all over our tits!” Cunt Muffin moaned. “I want to be drenched in your cream!”

“Yes!” the preacher’s wife moaned, her voice full of such depraved lust.

I loved hearing that as the tattoo artist fingered my clit. She stroked my bud as I moaned around her pierced nipple. I loved playing with her barbell. This was so hot. My entire body shook, the power building in me.

Hedone drank it in. She loved the delight that I experienced. I was so happy for it, too. I suckled hard on her fat nipple as the pleasure swelled in me. My eyes rolled back into my head as she diddled my clit.

“Ooh, that’s so good!” she moaned. “That’s just wild. I’m going to make you squirt!”

I moaned my agreement around her nipple. My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs as the White slut fingered me. My two sex slaves moaned, both so ready to be drenched by me. Hedone quivered in me.

The succubus moved her essence down into my pussy. I groaned around the fat nub as my clit grew even more sensitive. I felt Hedone imbuing her power into my pussy. She was getting ready to heal with my cream. I loved this.

I suckled with all my might as I hurtled toward my orgasm. My cheeks hollowed as I loved that pierced nipple. My tongue flicked around the bud. I shuddered, so ready to just burst in delight. It was incredible to do this.

“Squirt on us!” moaned Mrs. Bakker.

“Please, please, Mistress!” whimpered Cunt Muffin, so desperate for my pussy juices.

“That’s right,” purred the naughty tattoo artist. Her fingers danced over my clit. “Just burst.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, the moment hurtling toward me. My bud burst with sparks again and again. I loved every last second of this delight. It was just wild. I felt my sex slaves quivering in anticipation as the pressure in my nethers exploded.

I came.

Pussy cream gushed out of my cunt imbued with Hedone’s power. My pussy spasmed so hard. I squealed around the pierced nipple in my mouth. Stars flashed across my vision as I soaked my sex slaves’ tits.

“Oh, my Lord!” Mrs. Bakker moaned. “Mistress!”

“That’s so wonderful, Mistress!” gasped Cunt Muffin. “I love you, Mistress! It’s working!”

The power rushed out of me my pussy cream. I shuddered, stars flashing across my vision. I ripped my mouth off Chantelle’s nub, my entire body swaying. The pleasure rushed through me. It was just so intense. Just so amazing.

I whimpered through every last second of that delight. The heat drowned my mind. Waves of passion swept through my body. I groaned at each wonderful moment of her delight. It was spectacular. Just amazing.

“You’re healing us, Mistress!” gasped Cunt Muffin.

“You are!” purred Mrs. Bakker in awe.

I spun around, my orgasm peaking in me. I trembled, my round tits jiggling. They knelt there, their pale tits dripping in my pussy cream. I gripped one of their nipple rings each between my dark fingers and tugged on them.

They gasped as I stretched out their tits. They rose to their feet, their boobs jiggling. They smiled at me. Their nubs had healed. I could twist their nipples. Abuse them. I owned them. My cunt was just so wild.

“Chantelle, lick my cunt,” I ordered as I sank down into the chair. “Mrs. Bakker, devour her pussy. Cunt Muffin, I want to play with your tits.”

The women all squealed in delight. Chantelle wore such a wicked grin on her lips as she knelt at the edge of the chair. She leaned forward, her boobs rubbing into the leather. She nuzzled her lips into my cunt and licked.

As she did, Mrs. Bakker peeled her leather pants off her ass reeling a plump rump and a lacy thong. I shuddered, the tattoo artist devouring my cunt. My dark thighs pressed around her pale face. Mrs. Bakker yanked off the thong next and ducked her head down to feast.

“Oh, yes,” Chantelle moaned into my pussy.

I smiled as she licked me with such passion. She stroked her tongue through my folds. I groaned at the passion of the tattoo artist. My back arched as she plunged her tongue deep into my cunt. She flicked around in me, stirring up in me.

I motioned to Cunt Muffin. She bent down, lowering her big tits to me. I hooked one of her nipple rings with my finger and pulled on it. Her eyes rolled back into her head as I abused her nipple. I twisted it about as she shuddered.

“Oh, that’s good, Mistress,” Cunt Muffin moaned. “That’s so good.’

“Mmm, I bet it is,” I moaned as Chantelle plunged her tongue into my snatch. She flicked around in me, driving me wild. I groaned, loving every second of this delight. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s it, Chantelle!”

“Please my Mistress,” Mrs. Bakker moaned in the tattoo artist’s snatch.

Chantelle groaned her agreement, her tongue lashing about in my pussy. I shuddered and pulled Cunt Muffin’s nipple down to my mouth. I engulfed her pierced nub. I suckled on her, my tongue batting the ring back and forth.

She whimpered as I did that. Cunt Muffin smiled down at me, her blonde curls spilling around her angelic face. I loved my sex slave. I was so glad to turn the good girl into my little slut. I suckled on her hard. She moaned as I did that.

“Oh, wow,” she said. “Oh, wow, that’s good!”

I winked at her as I enjoyed her pierced nipple. I batted the ring. I flicked it around as she trembled. I suckled on her with passion. She groaned in delight with all that I did to her. I wanted to enjoy her passion.

As I enjoyed Chantelle’s tongue licking at my cunt.

She flicked around my folds. The White slut feasted on me with passion. I shuddered when she brushed my clit. Her warm tongue stroked over my petals and my bud. I trembled in delight, my eyes rolling back in my head.

I suckled hard on Cunt Muffin’s nipple. I loved her nub as I savored this delight. It was just so hot to experience this treat. That tongue flicked through my folds again and again. I rose toward my climax. I would have a huge one.

Just a mighty burst of delight. I could not wait for that moment to happen. I wanted to have all that delight sweeping through me. Chantelle nibbled on my clit, moaning as she enjoyed the preacher’s wife’s ministration.

“Mmm,” Mrs. Bakker moaned, loving cunt more and more.

“Mistress,” whimpered Cunt Muffin. “Oh, Mistress, that’s so good!”

I winked at her as I suckled on her nub. I nursed on her with everything that I had. My tongue flicked around her nipple, brushing her ring. I batted it back and forth as Chantelle suckled on my clit. My back arched.

“Cum,” purred Hedone as she quivered in me, experiencing the same bliss I did.

Chantelle’s tongue stroked over my bud. Sparks sizzled. I squealed as I burst in delight. The pleasure swept over me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I enjoyed every last second of this heat sweeping through me.

“Oh, yes, yes!” gasped Chantelle into my cunt. “You delicious preacher’s wife! Yes!”

Chantelle came, too, moaning into my pussy. She tongued my twat as I moaned around Cunt Muffin’s nub. My sex slave stroked my forehead, a big smile on her ruby lips. I groaned and popped my mouth off her pierced nipple. I grabbed the back of her neck and yanked her down.

I kissed her.

Our lips melted together. I shuddered, savoring the warmth of her lips on mine as my orgasm swept through me. Stars flashed across my vision as I shuddered through such wonderful joy. It was such a perfect moment.

Chantelle licked at me. She lapped up the juices spilling out of my cunt. My mind drowned in the rapture gushing through me. I shuddered through every wonderful second of this delight. It was a gorgeous moment.

I broke the kiss with my sex slave and moaned, “Mrs. Bakker, put on one of the strap-ons. Cunt Muffin, ready the other one for me to wear. We have to fuck Chantelle with them.”

“Thank you, Cassie,” Chantelle moaned, her lips dripping with my pussy cream.

I sat up, cupped her face, and kissed her. I adored the tangy flavor of my cunt on her mouth. I kissed her with passion. I stroked my tongue over her lips. I enjoyed every second of kissing her like that. It was just a wonderful moment.

I was so happy for it. Just so thrilled to have all this pleasure washing over me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I felt so good right now. Our tongues danced together as Mrs. Bakker pulled out the pink dildo while Cunt Muffin held my ebony shaft attached to its harness.

I broke the kiss and slipped off the chair. Mrs. Bakker worked hers up her thighs as I stepped into mine. Cunt Muffin drew the straps up my legs and worked them with care over my hips and rump. She pressed the base into my clit.

“There,” she said and flicked the tip.

I smiled at that, feeling so good right now. Mrs. Bakker sat down on the chair, holding her pink dildo up. She wiggled it. Chantelle mounted it. She had a great ass. Ivory and slappable. I smiled as I watched her lowering her cunt down to the dildo.

“Oh, yes!” Chantelle moaned as she plunged down it.

“Mmm,” I purred as I moved in behind her. I nuzzled my dildo into her butt-crack. She shuddered as I did that. I slid it up and down. “I’m going to enjoy buggering you, slut!”

“Yes!” Chantelle groaned as I found her asshole. I pressed the ebony tip of my dildo against her backdoor, savoring the pressure on my clit.

That felt incredible.

I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as I drilled against her. Her anal ring stretched and stretched. The pressure against my clit felt incredible. She moaned as she straddled Mrs. Bakker. The preacher’s wife gasped in delight.

“That’s so hot,” moaned Cunt Muffin. She fingered her cunt as she watched the naughty show. Her new piercings gleamed as her boobs quivered. “Ooh, bugger her, Mistress!”

I thrust hard against that asshole, loving the way the tattoo artist moaned. My clit throbbed. Then a naughty sound—a wet plop—echoed through the room as my dildo slipped into her bowels. I smiled in delight, sinking my ebony toy into her backdoor.

“Fuck, yes!” groaned Chantelle, both her holes stuffed full of dildos. “That’s amazing!”

“Ride me,” Mrs. Bakker moaned. “Ride me! Hurry! I love this!”

Chantelle slid her cunt up the pink dildo as I sank to the hilt in her bowels. I hugged the tattoo artist, finding her round boobs. My nipples throbbed against her back. I kneaded her tits and drew back my hips, the dildo sliding out of her asshole.

I slammed my toy back into her anal sheath. She groaned as I did that. It was just an incredible moment. I loved this so much. My clit burst with sparks as I fucked her. I squeezed her tits while hammering her asshole.

She moaned as she rode the dildo, gasping out her own delight. It sounded like she was having a great time. That was what I wanted to hear. I wanted her to enjoy herself. She groaned, her head tossing as I fucked her hard and fast. I buried into her hot flesh with force.

“Ooh, ooh,” she moaned. “That’s so good! Fuck my ass, Cassie! Oh, I just want to make you happy!”

“Mistress is just so amazing!” Cunt Muffin moaned, her fingers plundering her twat. She masturbated so wildly, the heel of her hand grinding into her clit. Her big boobs jiggled. I loved watching her nipple rings flash as she squirmed. “Mmm, do you like watching me finger my snatch, Mistress?”

“Yes!” I moaned, pumping away at Chantelle’s asshole.

I fucked her bowels hard and fast. I buried into her hot flesh again and again. It was just so good to fuck her like this. I plowed into her flesh with all that I had. It was an incredible moment. I loved every second of it.

I fucked her with such passion. I buried into flesh again and again. I pounded her with everything that I had. It was glorious to bury my toy into her anal sheath, my pussy lips and clit bursting with delight. The base of the dildo massaged my twat.

“Oh, that’s so good!” I whimpered.

“It is!” Chantelle moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Ride my dildo,” Mrs. Bakker moaned. “Ooh, ooh, this is amazing! Mistress!”

“Just cum like the whore you are!” I moaned. “You’re my whore, Mrs. Bakker!”

“Yours!” she moaned, her voice echoing through the room. I loved hearing that sound as I fucked that asshole. I pounded the tattoo artist with my ebony toy. “Yours, yours, yours!”

My hips pumped away so fast. I groaned, kneading Chantelle’s tits. I watched Cunt Muffin fingering her cunt. She trembled, rising toward her own orgasm. Her blue eyes smoldered with delight, her blonde hair spilling around her face.

She bit her lower lip, groaning as she plundered her twat with her digits. I winked at her as I fucked Chantelle’s asshole with my dildo. The tattoo artist gasped out in delight. She had to be hurtling toward her climax.

I was closest to mine.

So near to bursting from fucking her asshole. From that dildo’s wide base massaging my clit and cuntlips. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. Pussy juices ran down my thighs. It was so wild to fuck that asshole. I pounded her hard, wanting to burst.

“Oh, my god!” gasped Mrs. Bakker. “That’s it! I love this!”

She bucked in the chair as she came. Chantelle plunged her pussy down the preacher’s wife’s dildo. Mrs. Bakker squealed even louder, the base of the dildo grinding against her clit must send sparks bursting through her. She howled out in rapture.

Chantelle joined her, crying out, “Fuck!”

I pumped away at the White slut’s asshole. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried into her anal sheath with all the force that I had. It was just so good to fuck her like that. I pounded her again and again, plundering her bowels.

I thrust into her. The pleasure burst in my pussy, my clit sizzling. “Yes!”

My pussy convulsed, juices gushing down my thighs. A wave of delight swept through my flesh. Stars danced before my eyes. It was just so wonderful to have all that ecstasy sweeping through me. My head tossed back and forth.

I trembled in delight, savoring this wonderful moment. It was just a pleasure to have it washing through me. I groaned, the heat sweeping through me. My mind drowned in bliss. It was just a wonderful moment of lesbian passion.

“Yes, it is!” Hedone moaned, quivering in me.

I felt so good as the waves of heat rushed through me. I trembled through all the bliss. I felt so good as I drowned in ecstasy. I hit that wonderful peak. I quivered through every glorious second of this bliss. It was just fantastic.

“Mmm,” I groaned. “That’s so good. Chantelle.”

“Yes, Cassie!” she moaned.

“I own you and your parlor, right?” I said. “You’re going to be my lezzie tattoo artist. You’ll pierce and tattoo the women I send to you.”

“I will,” she moaned.

“And I’ll make sure you have lots of pussy,” I said. “In fact…” I ripped out of my dildo and went to my jeans. I pulled out my purse. “You like Latina hotties?”

“I like all hotties,” she purred as she climbed off Mrs. Bakker’s dildo.

“Good,” I said and texted Ms. Gonzalez, my Christian college’s Head of Morals and Discipline. I had already enchanted her today at school when she tried to stop Cunt Muffin and me from having fun. The phone rang.

“Miss Smythe,” breathed Ms. Gonzalez. “What can I do for you?”

“I want you to come down to Devilette Tattoos. You’re going to be the owner, a woman named Chantelle’s, lesbian slave for the evening. You do whatever she wants to you. You’ll eat her pussy. Eat her asshole. Let her fist your cunt. If she wants to tattoo you, let her. This will make me so happy, and the more you enjoy yourself, the happier I’ll be. When I see you tomorrow, I’ll expect a full accounting of all the sapphic things you did.”

“Yes, Miss Smythe,” Ms. Gonzalez moaned, so excited. I hung up on her. “Well, we have to go. I have to enchant Mrs. Bakker’s husband so he won’t care that I’m fucking his wife and daughter.”

Chantelle nodded. “I’ll have a lot of fun with Ms. Gonzalez.”

I winked at her as we dressed. Then I gathered my sluts and headed for the door. What a wonderful day. I couldn’t wait to parade my slaves around by their pierced nipples. Nor could I wait to enjoy them before Reverend Bakker.

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Ms. Pita Gonzalez

I rushed out the door of my house, patting my black hair. It was up in a bun. I wore my new thigh-high stockings, my long skirt hiding how naughty I was. I climbed into my car and adjusted my glasses. I plugged my phone into the charger, allowing the Android Auto to access it.

I hit the map button. “Destination?”

“Devilette Tattoos,” I said. I had no idea where it was. It popped up a good twenty minutes away.

I followed the directions, my pussy so wet. I was so eager to make Cassie happy. I would do anything for that Black lesbian. She was just that amazing. I squirmed as I drove to my destination, my cunt melting with delight.

I arrived twenty minutes later. I parked my car and stepped out. I had never been to a tattoo parlor before. The door had a closed sign, but Cassie told me to come here. I opened it to find a parlor covered in pictures of tattoos with a naked, White woman reclining on a couch. She spread her legs wide, a mermaid tattooed on her left breasts. Both her pink nipples gleamed with barbells.

“I’m Chantelle,” she said. “Eat my pussy, Ms. Gonzalez. We have to make Cassie happy!”

“Yes,” I moaned and darted forward.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face into her pussy. Her smooth lips rubbed on mine. The spicy flavor of her cunt soaked my lips. I was growing to like this flavor because it would make me happy. So I moaned in delight, my cunt clenching, and licked her.

My tongue stroked through her petals and over her clit. I gasped as I realized she had a ring nestled in her folds. A fine, gold wire threaded through her bud. I licked at it, flicking it up. She moaned in delight, her plump tits jiggling.

“That’s good,” the White woman moaned. She wrapped her thighs around my head, holding me to her pussy. “Oh, yes, yes, we’re going to have a wild time!”

“Yes, Miss Chantelle,” I moaned and licked her again.

She shuddered, her fingers tugging out the hairpins holding my bun together. My hair fell around my face as I licked her. She gripped a fistful, holding my mouth to her pussy. She humped against me, grinding her flesh against my lips.

She moaned in delight as she did that. I loved this. I savored every second of her humming against me. It was such a great moment to devour her cunt. I loved it so much. I was so glad to do this to her. So thankful to devour her twat.

I licked at her with passion. I stroked my tongue through her folds, enjoying the delight. The passion of this moment. It was so amazing to flick my tongue through her folds and make her moan in delight.

“That’s so good!” she moaned as I devoured her. “Oh, Ms. Gonzalez, you’re such a newbie at eating cunt. I love it!”

I was so happy to hear that because Cassie wanted me to please this spicy cunt. Every time I licked Miss Chantelle’s snatch, it was like I licked Miss Smythe’s diving pussy. I feasted on her cunt by proxy. It was so amazing to do that. I was so glad to lick and lap at this wonderful twat.

My hips wiggled from side to side, my own cunt growing so hot and wet as I tongued her. I worshiped at her twat for my delicious Miss Smythe. I thrust my tongue into that spicy snatch and swirled around in the White woman.

“Ooh, that’s so good,” she groaned, humping her pussy against me. Her boobs jiggling. “That’s just amazing. Yes, yes, you’re such a wicked whore. Oh, what shall I tattoo on you? Property of Cassie?”

“Yes!” I squealed and nearly came just from her suggesting it.

She smiled at me as I tongued her with wild abandon. She nodded. I knew she would do that to me. My tongue flew over her pussy. I licked at her with everything that I had. I had to make her cum. I attacked her clit and pressed my fingers into her cunt.

I thrust three of them into her pussy. Her hot, wet flesh squeezed down on me. She felt incredible about me as I pumped away at her. I loved fingering her like this. I was just so hot to churn her up like this. I was so excited to do this to her.

She groaned as I did. My fingers plundered her twat. I fucked in and out of her cunt with both my digits, just so eager for her to cum. I suckled on her clit, her pussy squeezing down on my fingers. She trembled, her boobs jiggling.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the dyke moaned, her boobs jiggling. She gripped my hair. “Ms. Gonzalez! You pussy licking slut! I’m going to cum!”

I moaned around her clit, so eager to drown in her pussy cream. For Miss Smythe. I did this all for Miss Smythe. I suckled hard on that clit. I nibbled on her as that hot pussy squeezed down on my digits.

Her juices soaked my fingers. They plunged in and out of her depths as I suckled on her clit. I loved every second of this. I just had to make her cum. I needed to make her explode, her pussy needed to drown me with passion so I could make Miss Smythe happy.

“You naughty fucking slut!” howled the White woman. Her back arched and plump tits heaved. “Yes! Yes! Fucking yes!”

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers. I ripped my digits out of her cunt, drowning in her pussy juices. They soaked my lips. The cream ran over my chin. I licked and lapped at her. I gathered up all her passion as she trembled through her orgasm.

It was so wonderful to feast on her like this. It was just so amazing to drive her wild like this. I was so happy to make her cum with such passion. I wanted her to drown me with everything that she had. It was just an incredible moment.

I licked and lapped up her juices as she moaned out her pleasure. “You fucking whore! Yes, yes, I’m going to use you!”

“Use me for Miss Smythe!” I howled, my cunt burning.

She trembled, the couch groaning beneath her as she humped against me. It was just so wild to lick and lap at her as the pleasure swept through me. I feasted on her with everything that I had. It was just a delight to lick and lap at her. I wanted her to drown in all that pussy cream.

It was amazing. My tongue flicked through her folds. I licked up every last bit of passion she had. She slumped on the couch, her thighs relaxing from around my head. She groaned, her tits jiggling. I bet Miss Smythe would like me to nuzzle into them.

Breasts were… interesting, I supposed.

I rose and pressed my face, soaked in pussy cream, between those breasts. I rubbed back and forth. Miss Chantelle smiled at me. Her eyes burned as she stroked my hair. I lifted my head. She kissed me. I groaned, wishing it was Miss Smythe, but…

It was the next best thing.

Our tongues dance together. I had never been with a man—I was saving myself for marriage—but I imagined it was like this. This exciting. This wonderful. This heady. I shuddered as we kissed. Then she broke it.

“Strip,” she purred.

“Yes!” I moaned and rose. I undid the buttons of my blouse. I pulled it off, revealing my breasts held in a black bra. I reached behind me and undid it. My big tits spilled out. They were soft and delicious. Perfect for breastfeeding my future children. “Mmm, I am so happy to do this for Miss Smythe. Just so happy.”

Miss Chantelle nodded, licking her lips. She had blue hair with one side buzzed short. She twisted her nipple piercings as I unzipped my skirt. I let it drop, revealing my thigh-highs. She groaned at the sight of those.

“Leave them on,” she purred. “The stockings.”

“Yes, Miss Chantelle,” I purred and peeled off my panties. My big tits swayed as I leaned forward. She licked her lips, brushing the piercing. She rose as I stepped out of my panties. She crooked her fingers. I followed her.

She went into the back room. She opened up a drawer and pulled out a thick rod. It had a switch in the middle. She grinned at me as she sat on another couch, throwing one leg over the top, the other off the side. She shoved the long shaft into her pussy.

“Slide your cunt down the other end,” she purred.

I nodded, eager for this delight. I sank down onto the couch, spreading my legs just as wide. I shifted down the couch until the tip nuzzled into my pussy lips. I groaned as I pushed down it. I shuddered as the thick girth penetrated my pussy.

Was this what a man would feel like?

I slid farther and farther down it until it pressed against my cervix. Our legs intertwined, our pussies just touching. She touched the switch between our cunts. I gasped as it hummed to life. My back arched and my big tits bounced.

“Oh, my!” I gasped.

“I know,” she moaned. “A double-headed vibrator. It’s fucking amazing!”

“It is!” I whimpered, enjoying this moment.

It was so wonderful to tremble on the couch and just enjoy that buzzing sensation. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered, savoring every moment of this delight. It was just wild to have it humming away in me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head.

I shuddered, savoring that delight. It was just a beautiful thing to feel it buzzing away in me. I loved it so much. I savored every second of it. That wonderful shaft hummed in me. My pussy clenched it as I moaned.

We gasped together. I squeezed my big boobs as she arched her back. Our legs caressed each other as we shared in the vibrator’s humming glory. I had never imagined something could so consume my pussy. That such bliss could exist.

“Oh, Lord!” I groaned, my fingers digging into my heavy breasts.

“I know,” she whimpered. “I know! Ooh, Cassie is going to be so happy with us!”

“Yes!” I squealed. “For Miss Smythe! I love her! I love her so much! I worship her!”

Miss Chantelle moaned her agreement as we squirmed together. My orgasm built and built. I hurtled for that moment when I would burst. I could tell it would be a mighty cum. I knew it would shower such ecstasy through me. It would be such a wild moment.

I groaned, my cunt clenching down on that big shaft. It felt so good in me. I loved every last second of it humming away in me. I would just have such a wonderful climax. I couldn’t wait for the bliss to burst through me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered. “That’s so amazing!”

“Just so glorious,” she moaned as she trembled against me. Our thighs rubbed together. It felt so great. “Let’s cum for her!”

I nodded, rising and rising toward that moment of bursting. I was so near to it. We trembled together. My hands gripped my tits as the buzzing shaft melted my pussy. The pressure swelled to the bursting point. I gasped out in delight.

“Yes!” I howled.

I came.

My pussy convulsed around the device. It was just incredible to have all that pleasure rushing through me. Stars burned across my vision. It was so amazing to have all that pleasure in my body. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.

My pussy spasmed around the vibrator. Miss Chantelle moaned with me. We bucked on the couch, both of us celebrating our naughty delight together. My fingers dug into my tits as the heat washed through me. It was fantastic.

I was just so glad for it. Just so thrilled to have all that ecstasy washing through me. It was glorious. I pictured Miss Smythe, that sexy and petite Black girl smiling at me. She was delighted in me. So thrilled.

“Miss Smythe!” I howled, reaching for her, wishing she was here for me to worship.

“Yes, yes, yes, Cassie!” squealed Miss Chantelle as we shared in the vibrator together.

Wave after wave of delight washed through me. I enjoyed every second of this bliss. It was incredible to have it flooding through me. I loved it immensely. I groaned through every last second of this passion.

My orgasm crested in me.

I collapsed on the couch, panting. The vibrator buzzed in me. I whimpered.

It clicked off.

“Oh, god,” groaned Miss Chantelle. “Give me a minute, then I am going to tattoo you. Mmm, yes, yes, I know just where I’ll put it.”

“Owned by Miss Smythe,” I said, so eager for that.

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Cassandra “Cassie” Smythe

I was so excited as we drove away from the tattoo parlor.

I held the bag with my ingredients in my lap, giddy. “I’m going to bamboozle your husband so he’ll let us fuck all the time.”

“I don’t know why he wouldn’t,” said Mrs. Bakker. “We’re your sex slaves.”

“Because I’m a witch who enchanted you,” I said. “You’re under my spell.”

“We are, Mistress,” Cunt Muffin said with such delight. “Put Daddy under your spell, too.”
“You’re not going to…” Mrs. Bakker shifted. “I mean, if you want to, but he’s my husband. He shouldn’t be with another woman. I mean…”

“I’m a dyke,” I said. “I have no interest in your husband. He’ll be faithful to you, trust me.”

She sighed in relief. She was so adorable.

She drove us to her home. We soon arrived. Reverend Bakker wasn’t home yet. We had time to prepare. I hopped out of the car and rushed up to the door, the bag of supplies swinging. I reached there only to sigh. I had to wait to be let in. Mrs. Bakker came up and unlocked the door. Her daughter darted in after her.

I smiled and pulled out my supplies. I ordered them to clear off the coffee table from the living room while I lit the special candles around the room. I whispered with each one, casting a spell on them. I did the same with the incense.

I pulled out the crystal and stripped naked. I had them get nude, too. I pressed the crystal into my pussy, soaking it with my juices. I cast more spells, my heart racing. This would be it. I would enchant him. I could not wait.

A car pulled up.

He was here.

I trembled and stood naked in the room, my sex slaves ready. The door opened. “Honey, I’m… Good Lord!”

“Grab him!” I shouted.

The stunned preacher gasped as his wife and daughter seized him and shoved him to the floor in the middle of the living room. I smiled down at him as the words to the spell swept through me. I threw my arms wide, the house shaking with my power.

Hedone laughed inside me.

To be continued…

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