1. The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 9: The Marital Bed


    Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Cheating, Cuckold, Male/Female, Mind Control, Wife, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    cooch through the fabric. Her body tensed, then surrendered to me as I felt a growing warmth and moisture bleed through the cotton gusset. I removed my hand, her mouth opening, and a soft sigh escaped. “What are you?” “I'm the Ghost of Paris, sweetness,” I answered. “I haunt all the purtee gals in town. And you've attracted my attention.” “Well, I'm flattered,” she whispered. “But I'm a happily married woman.” “How happily married are you wearing this ugly tent to bed? When was the last time you and your husband got down and dirty.” “I gave him a handjob just this mornin'.” “That's it, a handjob? Shoot, you two have the hottest sex life I've ever heard of, sweetness.” “We didn't have time for more,” she added defensively. “If he hadn't drunk so much, we'd have made love tonight.” My fingers wormed past her gusset, wiggling into her honeypot. “So your husband's not takin' care of his marital duties, huh.” “It's fine,” she moaned, her cooch squeezing on my fingers. “I hot MILF like you shouldn't settle for 'fine'. You should have a hard pecker up your cooch whenever you want!” “You need to stop that,” she protested. “Oh, God, please stop!” “Why?” I asked, my thumb finding her hard clit. “ 'Fraid somethin's gonna happen?” “Yes,” she hissed. “God, help me.” “What're you 'fraid of, sweetness?” “Cheatin' on my husband.” I smiled, pulling my fingers out of her snatch and yanking her panties down; her ass lifted up, helping me. “I think you want to cheat on him. You want to feel my ...
    pecker sliding in your married cooch! You want to cum with a cock stirring up your cunt!” She bit her lip, fighting her desires and the power of my wish, but every woman gave in to my molestation. “I do!” I felt her thighs part for me, her hands hiking up her nightgown; I mounted her like a bull rearing to fuck. “Fuck me!” I dove into her cooch, sliding every last inch of my pecker into her moist sheath. She sighed, loud, passionate, relieved. My lips found hers, tongues battling as I stabbed my cock over and over into her wonderful hole. The ache in my cock melted away beneath the wet ministrations of her snatch; a nurse easing the suffering of her patient. The bed shook; her husband snored. Another sigh escaped her lips, then a loud, throaty moan. Her hips were rising to meet my thrusts, urgently grinding her groin into mine. She was as desperate to cum as I was, to feel that sweet, shuddering release wash away all your cares in a single moment of passion and bliss. “Oh, yes!” she moaned loudly. Elvis gave a snort and rolled over. She froze; I kept right on fucking her. The only sound was her husband's wheezes, the squeak of mattress springs, and the wet noise of my pecker invading her cooch. “Don't worry, sweetness, he ain't wakin' up!” She relaxed, gave a throaty laugh, and her hips started up their wiggle again. “This is so wrong!” “That's what makes it so excitin'.” Her cunt rippled on my cock. “Oh, fuck it does!” she moaned as she came, greasing my cock with a flood of ...
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