1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 7: Bitter


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    his thrusting cock. I screamed my bliss for all to hear. “Take it, sweetness,” he grunted, burying his cock into me. “Take it all.” “Yes, yes, yes!” I sighed as his cum pumped into me. “Umm, that was a good fuck, sweetness.” He pulled his cock out of me before smacking my ass. “Buck up, cunt. Like you said, we'll all be together. So enjoy yourself and join the rest. Those sluts inside are missin' ya.” I found his body, leaning against him. I pushed my lips forward, found his neck. I moved up, searching for his lips. When I found them, I kissed with all my passion. He kissed me back, his arms wrapping around my body. “Shit, sweetness. You gone and got me all excited. What you gonna do 'bout that?” “Why, I think my pussy can sort your pecker out,” I grinned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Monday, July 28th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Boise, ID I couldn't help trembling as Air Force One landed. The blue and white plane was majestic as it taxied across the airport. A wall of the Legion stood at attention, their weapons ready to be used. I had my best uniform on, the wrinkles ironed out, my boots polished. Alison and Desiree lounged nearby. They had no decorum. They were just sluts. Holy Sluts. Why the Gods would send such useless cunts was beyond me? I'm sure they had their reasons. But I hadn't seen my dear sex slaves since they arrived. My poor balls were backed-up with cum. But the Gods would straighten that all out. He would understand why I had to chastise my sluts. After ...
    all, no one had more slaves than the God. The door to Air Force One opened and His guards poured out. They were slaves, dressed in the sluttiest outfits, like a parody of cop uniforms. Their weapons weren't parodies, and with the amulets hanging about their necks, they didn't need body armor. But they sure looked slutty. My Gods know how to live, surrounded by willing, half-naked women. The stewardesses waited at the entrance, their breasts heavy and naked. I wish I was closer to fully admire their beauty. The Gods appeared, hugging and kissing Their stewardess, Their hands roaming about the sluts' body in the doorway. “They are perfect,” I whispered as They descended the stairs. He was tall and strong, His gaze sweeping about, His back straight. She was gorgeous, naked and lovely, Her breasts jiggling as She walked. The Goddess often appeared naked, showing off the perfection of Her body. Energy seemed to dance off of Them. Every bit of Their bodies projected confidences. The Gods knew They were in charge wherever They trod. The Legion parted as the Gods strode forward, surrounded by Their bodyguards. Alison and Desiree hurried forward, squealing like schoolgirls. The bodyguard parted for the women and Alison threw her arms around His neck, kissing Him with wild abandon. The Goddess hugged Desiree tight, kissing the slut with the dignity Alison and Desiree lacked. The sluts trailed after the Gods. I swallowed, saluting as they approached. He saluted back. “Sheriff Barends,” ...
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