1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 11: Sally, The Gift


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Male/Female, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    ass. They fell onto the bed, still tangled about each other and her fingers deftly undid his belt and pants and found his cock. She stroked it and guided it between their thighs. It wasn't lovemaking or fucking. It was pure, animalistic rutting. The bed pounded against the headboards, their bodies writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each other's flesh. Her fingernails scratched left red tracks across his back. “I bet you're so horny,” Penny whispered in my ear, her naked body pressing against my back; her nipples to hard points and her pubic hair soft as silk on my ass. Her fingers found my pussy, sliding into my depths. “They always are like this after they reunite.” “Fuck me, fuck me!” Alice gasped. “Take me, husband! Make me forget Marco!” “You're my wife!” he grunted. “I am! Oh, fuck!” She screamed her climax for all of Manila to hear. Penny's fingers wormed inside me, the heel of her hand grinding on my clit. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I couldn't take my eyes off my Masters. I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was raw. Passion at its purest. Lust at it's most potent, distilled to remove love, tenderness, compassion, shame, degradation. Even hatred and anger were gone. Only lust remained. I came on Penny's fingers so many times as I witnessed my Master's passion. They used so many positions. He must have taken a magical viagra, because he came in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass over and over. The room filled ...
    with their potent scent and the bed seemed sticky with pussy juices and ropy cum. Finally, they collapsed, Dean's arms wrapped around his wife from behind, his fingers gently playing with her breasts while he nuzzled at her neck. A happy smile filled her face. “I love you, Dean,” she moaned. “Thank you for coming after me.” “Maybe next time I won't come after you.” “You will. You love me,” she stated with conviction. “Which makes me more the fool for putting up with this.” I wanted to cry, his voice was so bitter, so hopeless. Tears welled in her hazel eyes. “I don't deserve your love,” she whispered. “I'm a terrible person. But I do love you. It's because you seem to care about me despite my flaws. You're a better person that I'll ever be, Dean.” Dean turned Alice's face and wiped away her tear. “Why can't you just stop running away from me?” “I'll try,” she sniffed. “If you try to show you love me more often.” “I'll work on it.” Neither sounded convincing. Alice looks over at me, her eyes lighting up. “She looks just like Mary. Is she my new toy?” “I paid $20 million for her,” Dean answered. She smiled like I was a piece of expensive jewelry. “Come here and clean my pussy up,” she smiled. “I love seeing Mary's face from between my thighs.” I knelt at the bed, trying to hide my hatred of this woman. Why did they stay together? I buried my face in her cunt, hating every second of it. Why couldn't I just belong to Dean? But I was a slave. I couldn't choose who I pleasured. Dean ...
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