Chapter 5

Note: Thanks to my beta reader!

Mrs. Madison Augustine

The vibrator buzzed away in my pussy while Zach’s cum leaked out of my asshole. My butt-cheeks burned from being flogged by him as I was tied over the spanking bench in Sable’s playroom. He wanted to ascertain my loyalty. That I would be his and not Charles’s.

His half-brother.

The son of the man who turned me from a faithful and loving wife to a whore who cuckolded my preacher husband every chance I could. My daughter wasn’t even my husband’s child, but that man. That hunk who had possessed me.

Just like Zach possessed me.

I would never betray Zach. I was his MILF-whore. His slut-wife. I would be loyal.

“Master,” I moaned and opened my mouth so I could swallow his dirty dick and polish him.

He thrust his cock into my mouth. I moaned at the earthy flavor of my ass coating his rod. My eyes rolled back in my head as I savored this flavor. I swirled my tongue around him, polishing him. He groaned as I did that. I was so glad to give him such bliss.

My cheeks hollowed as I suckled on his dick. I nursed on him with passion, buffing off the dirty flavor of my asshole. He groaned as I did that. My tongue flicked over his rod. I cleaned him as he stared down at me. So strong and hunky.

Just like his father.

I had been with Charles when I had spied on him for Zach. I never once felt lust for him. Well, no more than I did for any other man I had been around—I was a whore, after all. But with Zach ... He was more intense than his father. He had claimed me heart and soul.

I could never betray him. I was his slut-wife. His MILF-whore. His mother-in-law and his lover. I would be whatever he needed of me. I suckled hard on him, loving that dick in my mouth. It was a beautiful thing to love his cock.

I suckled hard on him. I nursed with passion on his dick. He groaned, gripping the sides of my head. He slammed his dick to the back of my throat. I gurgled as he pushed against my gullet. He slipped down into my throat, burying to the hilt in me.

I moaned as his balls slapped my chin.

The sour flavor of my asshole swelled again.

“Mrs. Augustine!” he groaned.

I squealed in delight as he drew back his cock. I suckled on him with all that I had. He growled as he fucked my mouth. He pounded me with that dick. He thrust in and out of my mouth with all that he had. It was so good to have him do that. I loved it. I loved it so much. I was so glad for this.

So thankful.

He plunged to the hilt down my throat. He thrust deep and hard. I gurgled and groaned at the heat of this moment. His nuts slapped against my chin as he mouth-fucked me. He gripped the side of my head as drool spilled down my chin.

The sour flavor of my asshole faded. That wonderful taste dwindled. I shuddered as he fucked my mouth hard and fast. He buried into me with all that he had. It was so wild to have him do that. He thrust into me over and over again.

I loved it.

Adored it.

He used me in such a wonderful way. It was fabulous to have him fucking me like this. He buried his cock into my mouth again and again. It was such a thrill for him to plow down my throat. He stared at me with such intensity.

“Yes, yes, you’re my slut,” he growled. “Right?”

I moaned around his dick, letting him know I was. He glanced to the side, grinning.

“Yeah, you’re my slut,” he grunted. “You won’t betray me to Charles.”

Never!

I suckled hard on his cock plunging down my throat. He thrust away at me. It felt so good to have him do that. I was so happy for it. he panted, plunging his cock down my throat again and again. I savored it so much.

I gurgled and groaned around his cock. I had to have his cum spurting into my mouth. He would flood me with so much jizz. He slammed down my throat and pulled back. I whimpered, my burning asscheeks clenching. Pussy cream ran down my thighs, my nipples rubbing into the spanking bench.

“Shit,” he growled and ripped his cock out of my throat. “Mrs. Augustine, you are such a whore!”

He erupted.

I moaned as his salty cum flooded my mouth. It was such a delight to have all that jizz splashing against the back of my that. I savored that spunk swirling around in my mouth. It was a perfect delight. He grunted again and again.

I loved it.

He filled me up with his cum. It was just perfect to have him do that. Just a rush to have all that spunk spurting into my mouth. It was so good to have it erupting from his dick. I loved every second of it. That was such a rush.

I swallowed it all. I was so happy to have all that spunk spurting into my mouth. I was thrilled by it. What a delight to have him spurting his cum into my mouth. It poured down my throat and filled my belly. I moaned, my pussy clenching.

“Mrs. Augustine, you are the perfect whore!” he growled.

I was so happy to hear that. I stared up at him with such passion as he fired the last of his cum into my mouth. I moaned around his dick and suckled on him, nursing to work out every last drop of his spunk.

He panted, staring down at me with such heat in his eyes. He loved what I was doing to him. He ripped his cock out of my mouth and smiled at me. He had an idea. A plan. I was so eager to hear it. To be a part of it.

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“Mrs. Augustine, you’ll be visiting Charles at the prison,” I said. “You’ll be my liaison with him. You will go alone, deliver my messages, and receive his answers. If he fucks you, that’s fine.”

“Do you want me to encourage him to fuck me?” she asked, this whorish gleam in her eyes.

“Yes,” I said. “You’re not surprised.”

“Oh, I am. You want to work with him, but...” She shuddered. “I’m your whore, Master. Your mommy-in-law whore.”

Mommy-in-law ... That made my dick twitch. I flicked my gaze to Nisha.

She nodded, smiling. “She’s perfect.”

“You will do this under the guise of a church outreach program. You’re ministering to the poor souls. Bring your husband to sell it.” I smiled. “I’m sure he’ll enjoy watching you being fucked by Charles.”

“He will,” said Mrs. Augustine. “He’s such a wonderful cuck.” She licked some cum off her lips. “I love him, you know.”

“You’re his wife. You should.”

She hesitated. “And if Charles ... hurts me?”

“I’ll avenge you,” I told her, that worry rippling through me. “But he won’t.”

“No, he won’t,” Nisha said. “He’ll want to possess her like he wants to possess Susannah. This is a dangerous game you’re playing. It’s still safer to just kill Charles.”

“To make sure you’re safe, I’m going to give you a guardian.” I knelt before Mrs. Augustine, bringing myself down to her eye level. I cupped her face and stared into her blue eyes. I focused on them, capturing them. “Open yourself up to me.”

“Master,” she moaned, her eyes widening.

Donna ... Agent Donna Parson...

I reached in the reserve of souls and found the FBI Agent. I passed her to Mrs. Augustine, transferring the ownership of that soul. Energy passed between us. Mrs. Augustine gasped as a blue glow passed between us and engulfed her.

“She’s in me,” Mrs. Augustine said. “I can feel her in me. She’s ready to serve.”

“Yes, she is,” I said, shaking my head. That felt ... strange. Donna was still mine, but I had loaned her to Mrs. Augustine because of the connection we had. A secret guardian. “You two should become intimate. Get to know each other.”

I unbuckled Mrs. Augustine’s wrist, removing the leather cuff that held her in place. I did the same with her other wrist. Her ankles, her ass wonderfully red. Nisha watched on, smiling and nodding her approval at this action.

Donna Parson

“We should get to know each other,” said the woman whose soul I know resided in. It wasn’t full of others like Master’s soul. I was her guardian.

I flowed out of her and appeared standing over her as she rose from the spanking bench. Master was there, young and handsome, naked and hard. He nodded to me. I smiled at him as Mrs. Augustine rose.

“Oh, my, you’re beautiful,” the busty blonde said and reached out to me with nervous fingers. “I can ... touch you.”

“Of course,” I purred. Death had been ... quite the experience. The realization I was about to die and then ... rushing energy. Swirling power. A vortex that claimed me and hundreds of other souls before we flowed into Master. Into, well, this sort of sex den.

A room full of pillows where we all just sort of made love. The only men in there were the HRT—the FBI’s version of SWAT—who had gone in with me. The rest were women. Over a hundred of them. Young, horny women obsessed with sex. Those FBI agents were having a great time in their own little paradise.

Now I had a new place to live. This little quaint room inside of Mrs. Augustine I could leave when needed. I could see what she saw and more. It was so strange. Her hands now touched me. She slid her hands around me to cup my ass.

She pulled me to her. I loved the warmth of her living body against mine. Our lips melted together. I groaned as we kissed. My nipples rubbed against her nubs. They felt so good. Her body was delicious. I gripped her ass.

We sank to the floor. Master watched. He nodded his approval. I trembled as I felt a shadowy presence watching, too. Something cold stared at us, but I didn’t care. Master wasn’t worried. I was kissing Mrs. Augustine.