Jace, being the asshole he was, continued to thrust into me, so slowly that it was barely noticeable. “We were watching a horror movie”—he nodded to the movie on the screen—“and your daughter got … scared. Wanted me to come watch it with her.”Mom glanced at the TV, a look of relief crossing her face, and she held a hand to her chest. Jace stilled inside of me, groaning against my ear. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, my pussy immediately being filled with his thick cum. My pussy pulsed on his cock, wanting to make sure he gave me all of it.“Oh, well, it looks like you two got along quite well when we were gone,” she said, smiling.All I wanted was for her to leave, so I could scream out into Jace’s palm and fucking ride his cock until I came again.“I’m so happy you’re finally working things out,” she said. Jace’s dad called her from the kitchen, and she looked over. “I’ll be back later on.”She said something that I couldn’t quite hear and walked away, leaving the door o

He slipped a finger inside of me, and I clenched around him. Thrusting it in and out, he moved his fingers until my panties were soaked with my juices.I moaned, my back arching hard. “I’m only yours.”He curled his fingers inside of me, hitting my G-spot, and I came hard.My body trembled. My hands grasped his wrists. I dug my heels into the mattress, trying to scramble up to the headboard. The pleasure came in waves, hitting me all at once, then slowly every few moments.When I came down from my high and sank into the bed, Axel pulled his fingers out of me, stuck them into his mouth, and sucked off all the juices while staring directly down at me. He groaned, his canines growing only slightly. “You taste so fucking good, Violet.” I could hear the tenseness in his voice, as if he was trying so hard to hold himself back.I stared up at him, my heart racing. I couldn’t believe I was here with him, staring at my mate, letting him touch me. I wanted all of him tonight. I wanted him to ta

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

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

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