Stud Conquerors the World Book Twelve: the Busty Priestess
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Chapter 2
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Leo must play a deadly game with a dark cult.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Lesbian Heterosexual Cheating Slut Wife Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts
Assistant Chief Christina Nelson
I sold my soul and body for power.
Only to end up as a bootlicker for the chief.
All four of his assistant chiefs pledged themselves to Ba’al. All of us had made the choice. All of us were trapped. Now I was just a whore. I knew much about this young man. He was dangerous. The activities at his house were unexpected.
I had held back some of it.
He intrigued me.
Now I slid my mouth off his massive cock. He was a part of the cult. I could use him to destroy the Chief. To rise to power myself. I had come this far, broken my marriage bond to the man I loved. I had to show something for it.
I turned around, the whores who had power were all staring their noses down at me, even as they wanted to be in my place. Zach had such a huge dick. It was massive, bigger than Chief Cartwell’s Black rod.
“What an eager slut,” Zach said.
“Not for her husband,” Justice Boatswain said. The Chief Justice of the State Supreme Court was a wanton whore.
Bishop Malone laughed. Both cuckolded their husbands, too. They were no better than I.
I would rise above them.
Zach hiked my dress and exposed my waxed pussy. The chief paid for me to keep it bald the way he loves it. I had to convince my husband I did it for him. Now Zach’s cock nuzzled into my cunt. He slid it up and down my slit, sending pleasure rushing through me.
His big dick slammed to the hilt in me.
“Yes!” I moaned.
“Such a slut,” murmured Justice Coxswain.
“Right,” Bishop Malone cooed.
I ignored the harpies and enjoyed that dick.
Zach was huge. No wonder he had a harem of fucking women at his place. It was more than the magic he must be using. He had lust. Desire. He craved to enjoy women, and he had them lined up to take his big dick.
How much magic did it really take to charm those women in his life if he was packing this monster?
My pussy clamped down on him as he fucked me hard. He stimulated me with every inch of that thick shaft. He buried into me such passion. I groaned, savoring the girth of his dick. He plowed deep and hard into me.
I loved how he fucked me.
He pumped away at me. I groaned, savoring the heat of his thick shaft plowing into me over and over again. I groaned, my entire body trembling as that thick shaft buried into me again and again. He fucked me so hard.
So fast.
His nuts slapped into my clit. The staccato thuds of his dick fucking me echoed through the room. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on him. I loved every second of that thick shaft fucking me so hard. He buried into me with all that he had.
I groaned as he thrust into my snatch with passion. I whimpered, my boobs swaying in my dress. His cock churned me up as my pussy melted around him. I just wanted him to cum in me. I craved to have him spurting all that cum into me.
It would be magnificent to have him spurting blast after blast of his spunk into me. I groaned, my hips wiggling back and forth. It was so glorious. He knew just what to do to me. I groaned, savoring every inch of that thick shaft.
He fucked me hard.
Fast.
“Oh, my, yes!” I gasped. “Don’t stop!”
“Not until you cum, Mrs. Nelson,” he growled.
He delighted in using my married cunt. In the fact that I was his whore. I couldn’t help it, though. He fucked me so hard and fast. I wiggled my hips as that thick shaft buried into me. I rose and rose toward my orgasm.
The eyes watched me.
Men lusted for me.
I had been passed around these parties before.
He buried into my hot snatch again and again. It was just so lovely. My eyes rolled back in my head. He buried into my twat over and over again. I savored the heat of his big dick. He buried into me with all that passion.
“Shit, shit, shit!” he growled. “Cum for me, Mrs. Nelson.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I squealed out as he churned me up. His nuts slapped into my clit. “I’m almost there! Oh, oh, that’s so good!”
He plowed to the hilt in me. His cock reached to my cervix.
“Yes!” I squealed as my cunt convulsed around his cock. “Cum in me!”
My orgasm swept through me. Powerful rapture that crashed into my mind. Stars flashed across my vision. He grunted as he pumped away at my spasming snatch. He wanted to erupt in me. He let me climax before he did, though.
I could feel his self-control.
“Fucking whore,” he growled and buried into my cunt.
He erupted now.
His cum pumped into me. His jizz flooded hot into my snatch. It was incredible to have all that spunk flooding my snatch. He grunted, dumping blast after blast of his cum into me. It was so perfect. I gasped out in delight.
“Oh, oh, oh!” I moaned.
“Shit!” he snarled, his spunk soaking my cervix.
He spurted into me with so much passion. It was a wonderful moment to have him dumping all that spunk into me. I gasped out with delight. I was so happy to have him doing this to me. He dumped his load into my snatch.
“Yes!” I gasped as he erupted with all that he had. “Such a whore, Mrs. Nelson!”
“That she is,” cooed Justice Coxswain.
I trembled as my pussy milked his cock dry. He fired all his spunk into my snatch. I loved having all that cum in me. He panted, his orgasm spent. He ripped his dick out of me. His seed spilled down my thighs.
The world was dizzy. I blinked, watching other men fucking some of the serving girls. One of them would be chosen for the main offering. My boobs jiggled in my blouse. I blinked at the heat melting through me.
I was such a whore.
I had lost my soul.
Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black
I rose and stared at Justice Helen. Her husband was lurking behind her, watching and rubbing at his dick through his pants. He desperately wanted to believe he was happy. I could see that sad gleam in his eyes.
This is what they did to him. Just like my father broke Reverend Augustine, so hard the cult broke him.
I shot my hand out and boldly pressed it into Justice Helen’s crotch. I felt her bush through there. No panties like the chief panting behind me. She gasped as I pressed the fabric into her curls. Her juices bled through.
“You’re a horny one, Chief Justice,” I said.
“Yes, I am,” she purred. “Mmm, I think I’ll permit you to use me.”
Permit? I smiled and said, “I’m so thankful that you would. It’s an honor to be here.”
“That ambition,” groaned Bishop Amanda. The Black woman sipped her drink. “Mrs. Nelson, eat my pussy.”
The Assistant Chief hissed behind me. She would be called that for now on. She crawled past me and ducked her head beneath the Black woman’s dress. A bishop of the United Methodist Church. She was pretending to be a Christian while serving Ba’al.
That was ironic.
“Yes,” she hissed as the justice grabbed my tie and purred, “Let’s go somewhere more ... intimate.”
I let her lead me by the tie. It was a touch humiliating, but I had the self-control to endure. Let them be deceived by my actions. I would use it all against them and come out on top in the end. They were all disgusting and foul.
These were the people who ruled this state. Consumed by lust. By satiating their own morals. They dared to claim to be virtuous and moral to the public, to pass laws and make decisions for the masses, when they cared nothing for them.
My blood boiled with rage.
Her husband trailed after us. She led us to a quieter part of the first floor. A bay window looked out at the lawn. Through the trees screening the mansion’s grounds, I caught a glimpse of Capital Lake. She turned around and threw her arms about my neck.
She kissed me.
Her lips were hot on mine. She groaned, kissing me with passion. I didn’t resist her. I let her make out with me. It was a delicious thrill to have her tongue dancing with mine while her husband watched. My cock, still out, twitched against her dress. She groaned into my lips.
Then she broke the kiss and turned around. The Chief Justice of the Washington State Supreme Court hiked the back of her black dress. The skirt was short, and the dress left much of her back bare. She thrust out her ass at me.
“Fuck me!” she moaned.
I gripped my cock and smiled. She wanted me to pound her cunt, so ... I slipped into her pussy to lube up. She groaned as I sank into her tight, married depths. Her hot flesh gripped me. Her husband panted as he watched from behind.
“So big,” she whimpered. “Oh, oh, he’s hung!”
“That’s wonderful,” he groaned.
“Yes, yes, he’s just filling me up,” she gasped. “Oh, oh, my! He’s so much bigger than your little cock, Alfred.”
I smiled at her words. It was so good to hear her speaking them as I throbbed in her snatch.
“Yes, yes, show her you’re not just her toy,” cooed Nisha.