His cock sprang out, grazing against my stomach. I stared down at it with wide eyes.“Touch it,” he said.I wrapped my hand around its base, barely able to get my whole hand around it. He lightly grasped my throat and pulled me toward him, caressing my cheek with his other hand.“I’m claiming you tonight. I’m making you mine. I’m going to be deep inside of you.” He pressed his lips to mine and pushed me back onto the bed.He crawled between my legs, pressing his cock against my entrance. He brushed his canines against the side of my neck, his breath warm. “Tell me you want me. Tell me I’m yours.”I curled my hand into his soft hair. “You’re mine,” I said, pulling him closer.At that moment, he sank his canines deep into my neck and plunged himself into me at the same time. I screamed out, the pressure almost too much to handle.He pumped in and out of me slowly, licking his mark and helping it heal. Pleasure pumped through my body, and I curled my toes. The pain slowly disappeared, an
And then they were done. He pulled out of the whore. Donna Paxtor moaned in delight, clearly satiated like I was. I stepped back from the window, pulling up my jeans and buttoning them. I stared at the juices on my fingers then bolted.I had to think. Reflect.And my reflection led me to my current position, kneeling on the floor of the deacon’s office before Sunday Service, the door locked, and Deacon Bill Paxtor’s slacks around his ankles, his boxers around his knees. His cock thrust at me, hard and angry.Seducing the cuckold turned out to be quite easy...He and his wife, Donna, always showed up early to help setup the church along with my family. While my father slipped into his office to ready for his sermon, and my mother and the whore were busy making sure all the printed off sermon guides were on the pews, I headed to seduce Deacon Bill, a coquettish smile on my face.He was a handsome man, old, in his thirties, tall, handsome, with the roguish good-looks of a James Dean—well
The tone of his voice changed. His eyes hardened. He seized my hand and pulled it from his crotch. I gasped at how tight his grip was. He stood, his chair sliding back on its wheels, and marched around his small desk, pulling my arm with him. I knocked over his pen cup, spilling them across the floor.“You really want to be a whore, Alexandra?” he demanded.The word sent a shudder through me. I almost blurted out, “I want to be a whore just like your wife.” But I didn’t. I had a feeling that wouldn’t end well. No man liked to hear his woman cheated on him, even when he was about to have a sixteen-year-old suck on his cock.“Yes,” I said instead.He smiled, his eyes flicking down to my bodice. The dress was tight, my breasts swelling the front. I was already bigger than my mother. Nice, round double D’s, the envy of all the girls at school. And it was clear he appreciated them.“You’ve really turned into a strumpet,” he said. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve grown, matured. I’ve wondered i
He groaned, his eyes wide, his suit jacket rustling. His hips moved, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. It pressed deeper, brushing the back of my throat before sliding back until only the crown remained. I sucked hard the entire time, pleasing him, reveling in the delicious, sexual delight of sucking a married man’s cock.Of being a whore like Donna.“Jesus,” he groaned. “What a hot mouth. Damn, you know how to suck cock. Oh, I had no idea. Does your mother suck cock like this?” He chuckled. “I doubt that tight ass does anything but lies like a dead fish beneath your father. No wonder he found another cunt.”I giggled as I frigged my pussy through my panties. If my father had to find other women for satisfaction because my mom was a prude, what did that say about Deacon Bill’s prowess?My fingers brushed my clitoris, massaging the hard bud. I had quickly learned this was my favorite spot to touch. I pressed the cotton into it, savoring the fabric’s feel on my sensitive pussy as
I licked my lips, savoring the flavor of her husband’s cum as I turned back and nodded to my father’s sermon. He was such a sexy man. Such passion in his voice, in his face. The same passion with which he fucked the whore.And my mother did not appreciate it one bit.After my father’s sermon, which left me wet and itching and eager to commit more sin, the collection plate passed around. My mother slipped me a crisp $5 bill to drop in. It never made sense to me. My father’s salary was paid by the tithe. My mother then gave me $5 of it to drop back into the plate.An endless cycle.As I waited for the plate, I slipped the note I had written earlier into the folded $5 and shuddered when I dropped it into the brass plate lined with red velvet, joining the bills and checks and coins. I passed it on to my mother, who dropped a check in. The ushers collected it and took it to the treasury.My note would then get discovered.A hot flutter shot through me as church ended. I endured the endless
My fingers crept a little lower, nearing my pussy. My clit was so hard to resist. She begged to be touched and stroked and rubbed. I bit my lip and pinched my nipple hard. I leaned back, my head brushing the wall.“Come on, Father,” I moaned. “I need...”A door opened and closed.I tensed. Footsteps walked down the hallway. The carpet was thin, laid directly on the concrete floor. The steps echoed, growing closer and closer. My heart burst into frenetic activity, drumming like the sinful beat of rock and roll. A shadow darkened the door. The knob twisted.This was it.The door opened. A beam of light slashed diagonally across the room, spilling into the opposite corner from me, keeping me in shadows just like I planned. I saw the silhouette of my father, still in his black shirt and slacks, the light haloing about his dark hair.“Don’t turn on the lights,” I purred in a deep, sultry tone I hoped would disguise my voice. “And close the door behind you.”“Who is it?” he asked as he step
“First time having your hot cunt eaten?” He growled. “You are a virgin. Hard to imagine you’ve never experienced this. Not with how hot your cunt is.”“I ... I listened to your sermons,” I moaned, struggling to keep my voice husky. “Then I saw you fucking Donna. I realized I shouldn’t care. I should enjoy myself. Like my preacher.”“Women always find excuses to feed the hot hole between their thighs.” He licked again, groaning as his tongue slid through my folds. “The source of all sin is right here. This sweet hole, the promise it holds.”“Uh-huh,” I panted, not caring what he said. “Just lick me, Da ... Preacher. Just lick my cunt. Oh, Lord, that’s amazing. Oh, yes. That feels soooo good.”His hands reached up my naked stomach and found my breasts. He squeezed them both as his lips latched onto my clit. He sucked so hard, his cheeks, rough with a hint of new whiskers, rubbing into my sensitive flesh. I gasped, loving his strong fingers digging into my large breasts. I humped against
“Such a wicked slattern,” he growled as his balls smacked into me. They were heavy with his seed. His cum.“I am, Daddy. A wicked, sinful preacher’s daughter.”He groaned and slammed in me even harder. The table’s edge banged into the wall as it rocked beneath me. I shuddered again and humped against him. My large breasts jiggled and smacked together as Daddy pounded my cunt.The wet sound of his dick mixed with the slap of our flesh. We grunted and groaned. We made the most obscene noises. I loved it. I reveled in how thick he was. How much he stretched my pussy. How he made me gasp and shudder. My eyes fluttered.“Pound me, Daddy. I need to cum again. On your huge cock. Oh, yes, Daddy. Please, please, make me cum. I need it. I want to spasm on your shaft.”“Because you’re a whore?”“A wicked, wanton slattern.”His groin crushed my clit every time he buried into me, sending wonderful pleasure sparking to my depths. My pussy clenched on his huge dick. The sore ache from my cherry popp