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Chapter Seven

Trooper Hank Carlson

“Mmm, I can’t wait to get this in me,” purred the young Samantha, her hand rubbing at my crotch as I drove back to my apartment.

I grinned at her, my dick so hard.

I was surprised to learn she was married at her age. She was barely twenty. I doubt she should have even been in the bar drinking, but I was glad. The blonde and perky beauty had been quite the delight to get to know and flirt with at the bar.

She had blown me outside the bar, consoling me because her Cowboys beat the Seahawks.

Well, it was just the preseason, so it hardly counted.

Still, she had been a feisty thing, sucking me off while her cuck of a husband watched. He was following me right now. What sort of man got off on his wife fucking another guy? It was so pathetic. I wouldn’t put up with it.

At least Governor Locke’s husband didn’t know she was a wanton whore. He was oblivious.

My dick ached with Samantha groping it. I groaned, speeding. I didn’t care. I was a State Trooper, trained in high-speed pursuits. I just wanted to get home and get my dick in her pussy. She licked her lips, her eyes burning so hot.

“Mmm, this is such a blessed night,” I groaned.

“Blessed?” I groaned. “You religious?”

“Mmm, yes,” she purred and squeezed my dick. “And you’re going to be worshiping in me soon.”

“Amen,” I growled, eager for that.

I took a turn fast. Tires squealed. She giggled. Her husband kept up, his headlights bobbing behind me, the light flashing through the car. I was almost to my place. I took another turn, and I was at my basement apartment. I could afford better, but I didn’t need better. I was hardly home.

I worked as Governor Locke’s bodyguard. This was a rare night off.

I climbed out of the car. She sprang out and darted around. She jumped into my arms. I groaned, her legs wrapping around me. She kissed me with passion, her lips melting to mine. I groaned as I held her, gripping her ass through her black dress.

Her husband parked next to my car and climbed out. I hardly cared about him as I stumbled toward the stairs. I made out with Samantha. The slutty wife moaned, humping against my cock. Wet heat soaked through my crotch.

No panties?

Fucking whore. I loved it.

I walked down the concrete steps to the bottom. I pulled my keys out, which was hard to do when she was still clinging to me and making out with me. I felt at the lock, kissing her. The key scraped on the brass knob. She squeezed her thighs around my waist, whimpering.

The key slid home.

I twisted and opened the door.

I threw it open. I had a large, open space. The only door to the bathroom was in one corner. I had my TV with a couch in one corner, my bed in another. The kitchen was in the last corner, with a small table for eating on.

I carried her across the space to my bed and threw her down on it.

She squealed as she bounced, her blonde hair flying. Her breasts jiggled in her low-cut top. The fringe along the hem of her black dress waved over her lithe thighs. She smiled at me as I grinned. Her husband pulled up a chair and sat.

She licked her lips as I pulled off my T-shirt, exposing my rippling muscles. She cooed in delight, rubbing her thighs together. Her nipples poked at her dress. She nodded, her blue eyes burning so hot with lust.

“Oh, he’s so handsome, Myron,” she groaned. “Ooh, ooh, we are blessed.”

“By the angel and the prophet,” her husband groaned.

The fuck did that mean? I didn’t care as she tugged on her dress. Her round tits popped out. They were perky and quivering, her nipples pink. She spread her legs wide, her dress sliding down them. I groaned as her shaved twat peeked out, her slit tight and dripping.

I kicked off my shoes before I unzipped my jeans. She licked her lips, eager to see my cock. She knew how big I was. She had already sucked me off. I shoved my pants and underwear off in a single go. My rod sprang out, bouncing up and down.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, oh, he’s magnificent, Myron! Yes, yes, Hank, I want that in me! I need to be fucked by you!”

“You’ll be pounded by me,” I promised, my dick aching. “Just fucked so hard!”

“Yes!” she squealed as I mounted the bed.

I slid my hands up her smooth thighs. She smiled as I crawled between her legs. Her husband watched as I breathed in the sweet aroma of her pussy. My mouth watered. I ducked my head down and nuzzled into her cunt.

“Hank!” she squealed.

“Yes, yes, eat my wife out,” groaned her husband. God, I bet he was jerking off.

I licked his wife’s sweetness. The young Samantha squealed. She squeezed her thighs around my head. There was something so wonderful about her cunt. So delicious. I stroked my tongue up and down her twat.

“Worship at my temple,” she moaned. “Oh, oh, yes!”

I was worshiping at her. Worshiping her. She moaned, her body squirming. Her perky tits jiggled while my tongue stroked through her petals. I pleasured her, giving her what she wanted. What she needed.

I ached to just mount her. Mount her and fuck her. I wanted to slide into her pussy and pound her cunt with all that I had. She moaned, her thighs squeezing around my head. She humped against me, smearing her cunt across my face.

“Oh, my, yes, that’s so good!” I groaned. “That’s just beautiful. Please, please, lick me!”

I licked her. Feasted on her.

I tongued her with all that I had. I flicked through her folds as she moaned out in delight. She smeared her pussy across my face. The rhythmic sounds of her husband jacking off echoed behind me. I ignored the loser and pleasured his wife.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Samantha squealed. “You’re so good! Oh, oh, worship at me! With me! Oh, yes! Angel Nisha!”

My tongue plunged into her cunt. I soaked in her sweetness, reveling in her silky pussy lips rubbing against my mouth. Her thighs gripped the sides of my head. I watched her perky tits, topped by her pink nipples, jiggle.

I gave her such pleasure. My tongue danced around in her cunt. Her husband didn’t do this for her. I would make her cum. I wanted to drown in her sweetness. She trembled, her moans echoing through the room. I gave her this bliss.

I mastered her married pussy.

My tongue fucked in and out of her while my lips massaged her cuntlips. I made out with her pussy. She whimpered, her head tossing. Her husband panted behind us. I loved the audience. That pathetic cuckold watched as I made his wife into my whore.

I flicked my tongue through her petals to her clit.

“Yes, yes, Hank!” she gasped. “Oh, oh, Hank! My angel, I’m going to cum!”

I stroked my tongue over her clit. She trembled in delight, moaning her pleasure. She humped against my face. My dick was so hard, but I wanted to make her cum with her husband watching. So I suckled hard on her bud.

She squealed again, her passion echoing through the room. I knew she was close. I nibbled on her bud. Her thighs squeezed around my head. Her back arched, perky tits bouncing. This was it. She squealed out in rapture.

Her pussy cream gushed from her cunt.

I drowned in her passion. My tongue stroked through her petals. It was just so good to feast on her sweetness. I lapped her up as she squealed in delight. Her pussy lips rubbed against my face. My dick ached.

“Yes!” her husband groaned as he came.

“Oh, oh, Hank!” squealed the whore-wife. “Oh, that’s so good! Yes, yes, I have to ride that dick! Oh, oh, the angel and the prophet want me to ride that cock!”

“Ride him,” panted her husband.

I licked at her pussy as my dick ached. She relaxed her thighs, her body trembling through her orgasm. I wanted to watch her riding me. I licked at her cunt one more time. She groaned as I did that. She squirmed there, tits quivering.

I lifted my face from her pussy and rolled over onto my back. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling. She sat up and pulled off her black dress. She was naked, her tits jiggling. She smiled at me as she straddled me, her pussy dripping.

“Oh, oh, Myron, he’s going to worship inside my temple and make an offering to the Angel Nisha,” she moaned.

“Yes, ride him, honey,” her husband groaned.

“Angel Nisha?” I asked. I was a lapsed Catholic, but I had never heard of that angel.

She gripped my dick and pressed me into her pussy. I groaned as she slid me up and down her wet slit. Her blue eyes burned with such heat. I groaned as the heat of her cunt soaked the crown of my dick. She pressed herself down on me.

“Yes, yes, the Angel Nisha has blessed us tonight,” she moaned. “She’s changing things. Do you feel it!”

“Yes,” I groaned before I thought. I licked my lips, feeling her juices on me. There was something… divine about her pussy.

“She has blessed me and, through me, she shall bless you,” Samantha moaned as she bottomed out on me. “Open yourself up to her blessing! Oh, do you feel it!”

Her pussy clamped down on my dick. Something tingled around me.

“Yes,” I groaned, savoring the feel of her cunt. God, she was tighter than the governor. Tighter. Younger. Hotter. “Oh, fuck, that’s good!”

“My husband watches our union,” moaned Samantha. “Through faith, he has given me to you. Through faith in the words of our Prophet who speaks for the Angel, I am here to love you. To cum with you. Do you wish to spill your seed in my temple, to make an offering to the Angel Nisha.”

“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned. “Love busting raw in a woman.”

She smiled and slid her cunt up my dick.

I gasped as her pussy gripped me. The tip of my dick tingled. Her pussy felt so amazing. Better than any I had enjoyed. She slid up and up me until she reached the pinnacle of my dick. It was an incredible place to be.

She plunged her cunt down my dick. It felt so wonderful to have her twat gripping my dick. I groaned in delight as she bottomed out on me. My toes curled as I enjoyed the heat of her pussy. It was a beautiful thing.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, oh, fuck!”

She purred in delight as she rode me. Her wondrous pussy worked up and down me. I felt the blessing coating my cock. Her tits bounced, her blonde hair flying around her face. Her tight twat massaged my shaft.

She plunged down my rod and slid back up me. My nuts tightened with the warmth of her massaging cunt. The married woman rode me with passion, gasping out in delight. I slid my hands up her sides to cup her bouncing breasts. They quivered in my hands, soft and warm.

I squeezed her breasts.

Samantha smiled at me as she worked that hot twat up and down my dick. She felt spectacular around my cock. She was so good. I was so happy to have her riding me. She gasped and moaned, her head tossing back and forth. It was such a beautiful thing.

She wiggled her hips back and forth, stirring her cunt around my dick. She felt fantastic. I was so happy to have her riding me. She moaned and gasped, plunging that hot twat down my dick. She gripped me with her hot flesh.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned. “That’s it. That’s so wonderful. I’m going to make you explode! Oh, oh, the Angel Nisha gave us this gift! Isn’t it amazing!”

“Yes!” I groaned, savoring her pussy. The more she talked about the angel, the more I wanted to learn about her. About her and this prophet. “Oh, damn, Samantha.”

“Bless his cock, honey,” Myron groaned.

“Mmm, yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, her back arching.

I squeezed her firm tits. They were so young and beautiful. Just such lovely breasts. I was so happy to play with them. To massage them as she rode me. She plunged her cunt down my dick. She gripped my cock as I savored every second of her holding me tight.

The heat of her cunt massaged my dick. It was beautiful to have her riding me. I loved every second of it. She gasped and moaned, her head tossing back and forth. It was a beautiful thing to have her riding me. I rubbed at her nipples with my thumbs, her twat clamping down on my rod.

The pressure built and built at the tip of my dick. I rushed toward that moment when I would cum. I would flood her with my jizz. It was so good. My nuts tightened. She smiled down at me, her blue eyes twinkling.

“Oh, oh, I am so blessed that the prophet sent me!” she moaned. “Oh, oh, we’re going to worship the Angel Nisha together, right? You’re going to worship her in my body!”

“Yes!” I groaned, aching for that. I could feel this… spiritual energy around us. The divine was with us, approving of this tryst. “I want to worship her through you. Fuck, you’re tight. I’m going to cum in you!”

“Yes, yes, give me your seed!” she whimpered. “Bless my womb with your jizz!”

This slut wanted me to breed her. The culmination of the ritual we performed. It was such a hot idea. I wanted to knock her up. I ached to fill her pussy with my cum. The pressure rose and rose to the bursting point.

“Oh, my, yes!” she squealed as she plunged down me. “Angel Nisha!”

Her pussy went wild around my dick.

I groaned as her cunt spasmed around my cock. She suckled at me. The pleasure slammed through me. I groaned, dumping my load into her pussy. She rippled around me. It was an incredible moment. I loved every second of that bliss shooting through me. I groaned in delight, a big smile spreading on my lips.

“Damn, damn, damn!” I groaned.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Oh, oh, fill me with your seed! The Angel is blessing us!”

“She is!” I groaned, that tingle of the divine racing through me and wrapping around my heart.

I surrendered to it. I shuddered, spurting my cum into her pussy. I loved every second of this passion. It was so good. I filled her up with my spunk. The stars flashed across my vision. She smiled down at me.

“Mmm, yes, yes, yes,” she groaned. “That’s so good! That’s just beautiful!”

“So beautiful,” I groaned, savoring this moment. “Fuck, that’s good!”

She nodded to me, her eyes sparkling with so much heat in them. She wiggled her hips back and forth. It was a beautiful thing to have her doing that. I loved it so much. I fired all that cum into her pussy. I filled her to the brim.

“The prophet declared you would love the Angel Nisha,” Samantha moaned.

“It’s true!” I gasped, picturing this angelic figure. Like Samantha, blonde and blue-eyed with white-feathered wings and a beautiful smile. “I feel her love!”

She squealed again and said, “Will you come and worship with us tomorrow?”

I nodded.

“Then you may have all my holes,” she moaned and slid off me. “My asshole, too. They’re yours. I’m yours, if you serve the Angel and her Prophet.”

“I swear it,” I groaned. “I swear I’ll serve.”

“Then you can share me with my husband,” she purred and crawled between my legs. Cum dripped down her thighs. Her hips wiggled at me, her butt-cheeks so perky. “Just slide it into me. Mmm, Myron, let me worship your cock. I love you.”

“I love you, my wife,” groaned Myron as he walked to the foot of my bed. “Praise the Angel and her Prophet.”

She swallowed her husband’s cock and suckled on him. I rose to my feet, aching to slide into her asshole. I wanted to love the Angel Nisha and serve her Prophet. I didn’t know who he was, but I was eager for church tomorrow.

The husband tossed a phone on the bed, a big smile on his lips. His wife suckled on him as I pressed my pussy-soaked dick into her butt-crack. I was horny for more. I felt so good. I felt… united with Samantha by the Angel Nisha.

I felt awakened to my service of the Prophet. I had to obey him because he spoke for the Divine Angel. I was reborn. I felt that knowledge wrapped about my heart, binding me to this new worship. Not to that crazy shit the governor was into, but into something greater.

Something with better rewards.

I slid my cock down Samantha’s butt-crack to her asshole and thrust against her.

She moaned around her husband’s cock. He nodded at me, supporting me buggering his wife. I smiled from ear to ear, so glad that I was a part of something beautiful. Her anal ring stretched open and devoured my dick.

“Yes!” I groaned. “Nisha!”

“Nisha,” Myron breathed, his fingers sliding through Samantha’s hair. “Yes, yes, honey.”

She suckled on him with such passion as my dick sank into her bowels. I loved that wonderful anal sheath around my dick. She felt so good. I groaned as I bottomed out in her. I had all my cock in her asshole. The velvety heat melted down on my shaft to my balls.

I drew back my cock, groaning at the way she massaged me. I slammed back into her. It was just so wonderful. I fucked her good and hard. I pounded her as she worked her lips up and down her husband’s rod. She suckled and slurped on him.

I loved how she moaned from my thrust.

It was my cock that she really loved.

I was given her. My reward.

“Damn,” I groaned, pumping away at her asshole. She gripped my dick with her asshole. It was a beautiful thing. I was so happy to be in her bowels. I hammered her with all that I had. “Damn, that’s so good.”

“I know,” Myron groaned. “Enjoy my wife’s asshole. She’s so happy right now. She’s serving our Angel and her Prophet.”

“That’s right,” I grunted, fucking that tight asshole.

I slammed into her bowels with all that I had. I loved fucking her with everything that I had. It was a beautiful thing. She moaned, sucking on that dick in her mouth. Every thrust into her asshole swelled the pressure in my balls.

They slapped against her taint. It was just a beautiful thing. I savored every moment of this. I could not wait for the moment when I would cum. I would flood her with so much spunk. I hammered her anal sheath with all that I had.

“Damn, damn, damn,” I groaned. “That’s so fucking good. Take it!”

She took it.

I buried my dick into her bowels with all that I had. It was fabulous to fuck her with such force. It was wonderful. I reveled in the way her bowels gripped my dick. She felt so damned good massaging my cock. I grunted, fucking her deep and hard.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I groaned. “That’s so fucking good.”

“Uh-huh,” Myron panted. “Oh, oh, honey. Keep sucking!”

“That’s right, suck your cuck’s cock,” I grunted, slamming into her tight asshole. “That’s so fucking good. I love that asshole. I’m going to flood your anal sheath.”

She moaned, wiggling her hips. She stirred her bowels around my dick. The pressure swelled to the tip. I buried into her again and again, aching to cum in her. She suckled and slurped on the dick in her mouth.

“Oh, oh, honey!” Myron gasped and came.

He grunted as his wife swallowed. I fucked her asshole. She clamped her bowels down on my dick. The velvety heat melted to my balls. I fucked her deep and hard. I buried into her with all that I had. It was so good.

She squealed around his cock as her asshole went wild around my dick.

I groaned, pumping away at her bowels. They suckled at me, the pressure surging toward the tip. I loved every second of this heat. I rushed toward my orgasm. It was such a beautiful thing. I plowed to the hilt in her writhing asshole, gripping her hips.

“Nisha!” I roared to my new… new goddess.

I came in Samantha’s asshole.

I pumped my load into her married flesh. She moaned around her husband’s spurting cock, her bowels milking me. I loved every second of her flesh spasming around me. I grunted, firing blast after blast of my load into her.

It was so good. She felt so amazing around my dick. I shuddered, savoring this pleasure. I spurted into her with all that I had, feeling dizzy with the pleasure that washed through me. The rush that I was a part of something grand.

I spurted the last of my cum into her pussy.

Panting, I knew tomorrow I would be at this church. I would worship Nisha and her Prophet.

Chapter Eight

Sable Newport

“Arrived at Trooper Carlson’s house,” the text from Myron read.

I smiled. Samantha was enchanted by the worship of Zach. They thought it was Nisha they worshiped, but she was a lie that Zach and Moira came up with. They funneled all their faith to him, and he used that power through the missionaries to seduce more into his cult.

Prisoners, yes, but it worked just as well on others.

One of the bodyguards was down. We would get the other soon. For now, though, I was going to have fun. Mandy the Waitress was walking toward me and my slave-mother. I rose to my feet in my party dress, eager to have some fun.

Mandy was helping my mother get over her breakup with her latest boyfriend. All a lie, of course. Mandy didn’t know that. She thought she was in for some kinky fun with a mother and daughter, which she was.

This was a way to relax.

Zach was safely at my home, protected by the police. Charles had arrived at the prison this morning, the training of the army underway. The governor was forced to be a wife tonight, so I didn’t have to worry after Zach being in her clutches.

The last eleven months had been wild. Things were changing, and I loved it. I was getting what was promised to me, but until then, I would have some fun just being a lesbian. Mandy would be so much fun.

Plus, I loved making my mother do lezzie stuff. She was straight and hated it.

“Let’s go,” Mandy said. “Follow me?”

“We’ll take your car,” I said. “We Ubered here.”

“Oh, perfect,” Mandy said and strolled past us.

I took Mother’s hand and pulled her along. She had blonde hair like me and kept in good shape. She was Father’s trophy wife. I was their only child. That was fine with me. Father was at home in his cuck chair like the filthy pig he was. He wore his cock cage so he couldn’t touch himself.

I should text him and let him know what Mother and I were doing. I had promised that she would fuck a man, but this was hotter for me. I wanted to enjoy Mandy. As much fun as it was to degrade Mother and have a bunch of men fuck her, well, I still had to see a bunch of naked men.

I just wasn’t in the mood tonight.

Mandy had a Honda Civic that she unlocked with her fob. It was old enough that it still had a key. I slid into the passenger seat, Mother in the back like a good submissive slut. Mandy flashed me a smile. She had no idea how kinky this would get.

We drove out of Olympia to an apartment near the freeway. She parked, and we headed up two flights of stairs to 303. She unlocked the door, and we entered. It was small. One bedroom. Her living room was clean.

I appreciated that. Some women could be slobs. I would have to punish her if that was the case.

“Mmm, don’t be shy, Mother,” I said, taking her hand. “Mandy’s eager to make out with you and have you eat her pussy. Give her a kiss.”

“Yes, Mi… Sable,” Mother said. She wasn’t supposed to call me Mistress, but it was hard. I had ingrained that into her with vigorous application of the paddle.

Mandy pulled Mother into an embrace. The waitress kissed Mother with such enthusiasm. Mother was not so eager. She really didn’t like doing lesbian stuff, which made me so much wetter. Mandy moaned, groping Mother’s ass through her skirt.

When they broke the kiss, I purred, “See, Mother, you don’t need a man. Women can be so much more fun.”

Mother nodded and said. “Um, well… I…”

I cupped her face and kissed her.

“Holy shit,” Mandy said. “That’s your mother!”

I thrust my tongue into Mother’s mouth. She groaned, kissing me back with much more enthusiasm. She knew how to fake it with me. She was such a well-trained pussy pleaser. My cunt clenched.

“Fuck, that’s so hot to watch,” she groaned.

I broke the kiss and purred, “Mmm, it is.”

“But it’s incest,” Mandy protested.

“We’re both women.” I shrugged. “We can’t get each other pregnant. It’s harmless. Mmm, kiss her again, Mother.”

Mother kissed Mandy with my saliva on her lips. I loved the indirect kiss I shared with Mandy. I licked my lips, my pussy on fire. They were kissing with more passion. Mother was getting turned on. Then I nuzzled in.

I kissed them both.

We shared a three-way kiss, my arms around both women. Our tongues danced together. It was such a hot thing. I loved making out with her. I wanted to do more. I wanted to have so much fun with her.

As we kissed, we sort of drifted across the living room to the short hallway. Then we were in her bedroom, the lights off. It was so hot. I made out with Mother, then Mandy, then they kissed each other. We were sharing this passion.

“Mmm, let’s strip my mother naked and show her the fun of playing on our side,” I purred.

“Yes,” Mandy groaned.

We yanked up Mother’s sheath dress, rolling it over her body. She wore a black thong and a matching push-up bra. She had magnificent, fake tits. The best that Father’s money could buy her. I loved the sight.

Mandy unhooked the bra and groaned as Mother’s big, fake titties spilled out. I cupped them, squeezing them. I loved how my fingers sank into them. She shuddered as I did that. Mandy licked her lips, clearly thrilled by the sight.

I ducked my head down and latched onto a nipple. Mandy took the other.

“Oh, yes,” whimpered Mother as we suckled on her.

I was giving her such a treat. I didn’t normally let her experience this pleasure. I abused her nipples. I clamped them. Twisted them. Pinched them. Or bit them. She gasped as I did that right now, nipping her nub with my teeth.

“Mmmmmyyyeesss,” she moaned. “Oh, oh, that’s so good, Sable.”

Mandy suckled happily on the other nub. It was clear she was having a great time loving that nipple. I was glad she was enjoying herself. It was a lot of fun doing this to Mother. She deserved to have this level of abuse.

I suckled hard on her nipple. I loved it. She groaned as I did that. My tongue danced around her areola. I wanted to make her squirm. I wanted to fuck Mandy with my strap-on even more. I had it in my purse. I was so wet.

“Take her panties off and go down on her,” I said. “Mother, lie on the bed so she can.”

“Yes!” Mandy groaned.

I pulled off my sheath dress, revealing my naked body beneath. Mandy hadn’t noticed. She had eyes for my busty mother stretching out on her back. Mother spread her legs apart, her thong gripping the shaved folds of her pussy.

“Such a slut,” groaned the waitress as she slid onto the bed. I knew she would be burying her face into that twat real quick. “Mmm, yes, yes, I’m just going to eat you out.”

“Feast on her,” I purred, opening my purse and pulling out the bumpy, electric blue dildo I had in there. It was attached to a harness. A cheap toy I wouldn’t care if I lost.

Mandy drew down Mother’s strap-on, revealing that lickable pussy. Mother had thick cuntlips that dripped with her excitement. Mandy groaned as she pulled the thong down Mother’s thighs. My MILF-slave thrust her legs in the air so the panties could be removed.

They were thrown to the side.

I smacked my lips, loving this moment. I was so wet and eager. I pulled on the harness as Mandy buried her face into Mother’s pussy. She licked at her. Feasted on her. Mother gasped in delight, her back arching.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned.

“Mmm, isn’t that better than a man?” I asked.

“Yes!” she gasped, staring at me. She knew what to say. “Oh, oh, yes!”

“See, Mrs. Newport,” cooed Mandy, “you’re going to love being a dyke!”

Mother gasped again, trembling as the waitress feasted. I adjusted the harness, the base of the dildo rubbing against my clit. I smiled and sank onto the bed. I shoved up the waitress’s jean skirt over her rump. She had a red thong that vanished between her plump butt-cheeks. The cloth hugged her tight slit, her juices soaking through me.

I purred and yanked the thong to the side. Mandy laughed in delight as I nuzzled the tip of the dildo into her cuntlips. I pushed into her, watching her pink petals open wide and devour the bumpy shaft. Her moans grew throatier.

“Your daughter is such a prepared slut,” moaned Mandy as the dildo sank into her cunt. “Oh, oh, yes!”

I smiled in delight, the base of the toy rubbing against my clit. It felt so nice as I bottomed out in her. I knew she was enjoying having every inch of that shaft in her. She wiggled her hips back and forth, her moans so wicked.

I drew back my hips, my bumpy, blue shaft emerging drenched in her cream. I thrust back into her. She gasped in delight. I fucked her cunt hard. I buried into her snatch with the toy over and over again, making her moan and gasp.

It was a lot of fun.

My clit burst with sparks with every thrust into her. I fucked her with all that I had. She gasped in delight as I buried into her over and over again. I fucked her hard, my cunt clenching with the pleasure of this moment.

I buried into her with hard strokes as she feasted on Mother. She licked the slut as I fucked that twat with such vigorous strokes. The pressure on my clit grew with each thrust. My cunt was so ready for me to cum.

For me to explode on her.

“Oh, my, yes!” she groaned. “Don’t stop. I love this!”

“I know,” I cooed. “Eat my mother’s cunt as I fuck that slutty pussy!”

I churned her up as she devoured Mother. My MILF-slave trembled on her back, her face contorting with delight. She humped her shaved cunt against Mandy’s face. The waitress feasted on my mother.

Her pussy juices soaked the bumpy dildo. I churned her cream to a froth. I fucked her hard, gripping her hips. My cunt clenched with my every thrust. I shuddered, my clit bursting with sparks. I would have a huge climax.

“You’re going to cum like a whore for me!” I gasped. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes!” squealed the waitress. “Oh, my god, those bumps!”

“Oh, oh,” Mother whimpered.

“Drown in her juices!” I groaned, fucking the slut. I pounded her cunt. “Oh, yes, yes, you’re just a delicious, little whore, Mandy!”

SMACK!

I spanked my hand down on her rump, leaving a red handprint.

“Fuck!” she squealed as I fucked her cunt.

SMACK!

“Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned.

I loved it. I fucked her cunt hard, spanking her ass. She feasted on Mother. My orgasm built and built with every thrust into that lovely cunt. I fucked her hard and fast, my shaft plowing into her cunt again and again.

SMACK!

“Oh, fuck!” squealed Mandy.

SMACK!

“Please, please,” whimpered Mother. “That’s so good. Lick my clit. Oh, yes, yes! I am going to… May I? Please, please!”

“Cum, you whore!” I moaned, fucking Mandy hard, my tits bouncing before me.

SMACK!

“Yes!” Mother gasped.

She bucked on the bed as she came. I smiled, savoring her fake tits heaving. She ground her shaved twat against Mandy. I fucked the slut hard, my clit bursting with sparks. I was so close to cumming. I buried the toy into her twat.

SMACK!

“Fuck!” she squealed. Her head shot up. “Sable!”

I savored the orgasmic cries of a slut cumming like a whore. I reveled in that as I fucked her cunt. I plunged my dildo into her pussy again and again. My clit burst with sparks. I was so close. I slammed into her.

My orgasm arrived.

“Yes!” I cried out, my cunt spasming. “You lezzie sluts!”

Mandy moaned, her face buried back in Mother’s pussy. I trembled, my cunt writhing. Juices flooded down my thighs as I reveled in this orgasmic pleasure. I smiled from ear to ear, so eager to have them eat me out.

My pussy spasmed wildly. The rapture shot through me. I rode that bliss. I savored every second of it. My boobs jiggled. Cream spilled down my thighs. I swayed there, drinking in the wonderful rapture. It was just perfect.

“Oh, oh, yes,” Mother moaned.

“So good,” Mandy purred.

My orgasm peaked in me. I panted, reveling in that delight. I felt so damned good. I pulled the dildo out of the waitress’s cunt. She had coated it with her frothy juices. She lifted her head and stared back at me, watching me slip off her bed.

“Mmm, come eat me out, Mandy,” I purred as I worked the harness of my hips. “And Mother, eat my asshole.”

“Eat your asshole?” Mandy purred. “Just like that? Is she your sex slave? She keeps trying to call you Mistress.”

“She is,” I purred. “On your knees, slut, and eat my cunt while my mother worships my asshole.”

“That’s so fucking kinky,” moaned Mandy. “You’re a dirty slut, Sable, I love it!”

“You have no idea,” I purred as she knelt before me. I stroked her cheek. “I should take you home to my mansion.”

“Oh, my,” Mandy groaned and licked her lips. “Maybe that would be fun.”

I smiled. Yes, yes, she would make a pretty maid. I would train her, break her, and have Moira enchant her. Not that I didn’t trust my skills, but there were witches and priestesses of evil gods and demons out there.

Mandy sank to the floor, her blonde tresses spilling around her face. She leaned forward and nuzzled into my cunt. I groaned as she found my cuntlips. She licked at me. It was just so good to have her licking at me. I groaned at that tongue stroking through my folds.

She lapped at me with so much eagerness. It was a wonderful treat. She fluttered her tongue up and down my twat. It was an incredible moment. Mother moved behind me, smacking her lips. She was ready to rim me.

Mother parted my butt-cheeks and purred, “Mistress.”

“That’s hot,” Mandy moaned. “You dommed your own mother. That’s fire.”

She licked at my cunt as Mother nuzzled into my asshole. It was fire. I smiled from ear to ear, loving my mother’s tongue stroking over my asshole. She rimmed me. That felt so nice. I trembled as she licked my asshole.

I squeezed my butt-cheeks around her face. I enjoyed this moment. It was so good to have my mother licking me. She tongued my backdoor, driving me wild. I was having such a wonderful time. I shuddered, my tits jiggling.

My mother wiggled her tongue into my asshole and danced it around in me.

“Yes,” I groaned.

Mandy had her tongue in my pussy. She fluttered it about in me. I ground my twat on her face, so happy right now. I just wanted to cum. I would drown these sluts with my cream. I ground against them, enjoying this delight so much.

My boobs jiggled with this pleasure. It was so amazing to have that tongue stroking through my petals. I groaned in delight, a big smile on my lips. I reveled in each second of this delight. They both were worshiping me with their tongues.

I gripped the back of Mandy’s head and purred, “Mmm, if I take you home, I’m going to tie you up, whip your ass, and clamp your nipples.”

“Fuck,” she moaned.

“I’ll ram a huge butt plug up your ass and dress you as my maid.”

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned, her tongue burying back into my cunt.

I smiled at the lust burning in her eyes. Mother’s tongue fluttered around in my asshole. I loved this. The two delights mixed. I shuddered, my heart pounding. They teased my pussy and backdoor. Their tongues were so nimble. I could not wait to cum from their ministrations.

I would cum so hard.

“Oh, my, yes,” I groaned. “Just like that. Mmm, you want my pussy cream!”

“Yes… Mistress,” she moaned.

“You like calling me that, don’t you?” I purred, gripping her hair.

“I do, Mistress!” She paused. “It’s…”

“Freeing.” I smiled at her. “Keep eating.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

She licked my pussy folds with such enthusiasm. She stroked through my flesh. I shuddered, enjoying what she did to me. Mother had that tongue wiggling around in my asshole. The wonderful sensation mixed with the delight from my pussy.

The two sluts pleased me with their hungry tongues. They made me shudder. I felt so good. I would have a huge climax. I was so ready to drown this slut. I groaned, my boobs jiggling. Her tongue flicked through my folds.

She licked my clit.

“Yes,” I hissed.

She stroked that naughty tongue over my bud. I groaned, rising and rising toward my climax. I wanted her to make me burst. Mother’s tongue fucked in and out of my asshole. Her lips massaged my backdoor.

She knew how to please me.

So did Mandy.

The slut suckled on my clit. She stared up at me with her blue eyes begging for my passion. She wanted to drown in my passion. I smiled at her, loving her tongue stroking over my bud. The sparks sizzled. I rushed toward my climax. My boobs quivered.

“Mmm, yes,” I groaned as she suckled hard on my clit. “Slut!”

The pleasure burst in me.

“You lezzie whores!” I gasped, the rapture gushing through me.

I drowned Mandy the Waitress. I ground my cunt on her face as my orgasm swept through me. Mother’s sweet tongue flicked at my asshole. She moaned, gripping my rump. The ecstasy drowned my thoughts.

I reveled in my domination of the town women. My toes curled. They licked at my holes. Mandy lapped up my cream. I stroked my fingers through her blonde hair, savoring every second of this ecstasy. She was such a delicious slut.

“That’s it!” I groaned. “Oh, oh, what do you say?”

Mandy blinked and pulled her face from my pussy, my orgasm cresting in me. “Um, that was yummy, Mistress.”

I arched an eyebrow. “I just gifted you with my pussy cream, and you say it was yummy? That’s a given, slut!”

Her eyes widened. “I mean, thank you, Mistress.”

“Better,” I said. I cupped her chin, soaked in my juices, Mother still licking at my asshole. “In the future, I expect more praise. Now, you may pack a personal bag. Any sentimental items you wish to take with you. No clothes. No smartphone. I do not permit my servants to waste their time with that rot. You have five minutes. If you are not out here, I will leave without you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she gasped, excitement in her eyes. She loved being dominated. She was scared but wanted to leap into something that would take her away from her boring life and boring boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Or both.

She scrambled out of the room as I grabbed my phone. There was another message from Myron.

“He praises the Angel and her Prophet. He will be at church tomorrow. The Prophet was correct. My Samantha was the key.”

I smiled. Mission accomplished. So I texted Ms. Denise to bring the limo.

Mandy appeared with seven seconds to spare, a duffel bag thrown over her shoulder.

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