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

    feelin' great.” I picked up my pace, groaning as I plumbed her depths. My balls slapped loudly on her cunt, the bed rocking to the rhythm of our rutting. Another sigh escaped her lips and a low groan escaped mine—her ass felt like heaven wrapped around my pecker. “Whatcha doing, Linda?” her husband sleepily asked her. “Nothin',” she answered, her voice strained as her ass spasmed on my cock. The little slut was getting off on her husband catching us. “Just tryin' to get...ohhh...comfortable. Go back to sleep.” “A'ight, sugar,” he muttered, then started snoring again. “Oh, God, oh, God,” she whispered, still cumming, transforming her ass into absolute paradise as it milked my cock. “You're such a dirty whore, sweetness,” I whispered back. “I am!” she giggled. “Now cream my backdoor with your spunk!” With a loud whoop, I erupted inside her backdoor, my entire body tensing as my pleasure poured out of me into her tight ass. She fell forward, my softening pecker popping out of her ass, while she curled into a ball; a big, shit-eating grin on her face. “Thanks, I needed that,” she murmured sleepily. “You can come haunt me anytime, Ghost.” “Sure thang, sweetness,” I answered her. I padded out of the room, my cock blissfully soft for once. I slipped into Heather's room, my cute bedmate sprawled on her back, her tiny titties on display. My cock hardened ...
    painfully; I needed to stick it in something. Her mouth was open slightly, invitingly. She woke up as I stuck my dick in her mouth. She moved, my dick popping out, and she blinked, glancing at her clock and groaning. “I guess you want me to blow you?” “You bet, sweetness.” “Fine, but then I'm goin' back to bed.” “It's a deal,” I told her. I was tired too, and was once my balls were drained I was sure I could get some rest. Her mouth was warm as she sucked me back in. She froze, then popped it out. “What's on your dick? It taste funny.” “That'd be you momma's ass,” I answered. “I just gave her a good tumble. Now you be a good slut and get back to suckin' my pecker.” I groaned as her mouth enveloped my cock, her little tongue swirling around, tasting the sour flavor of her momma's ass. I definitely had to visit the Pritchard house more often; it was exciting have one Pritchard gal suck the other's flavor off my pecker. With a grunt, I sprayed her mouth. “Umm,” she sighed, swallowing, then she rolled over and began snoring. I cuddled against her, resting my head on my pillow, thinking about all the women I'd molest tomorrow. Maybe I'd go down to the park. To be continued... Note: Spam is flooding the comments again. So only registered users can comment. I do appreciate all feedback I receive! You can also comment at my blog: http://mypenname3000.com/devil-ghost09/
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