Stud Conquerors the World Book Twelve: the Busty Priestess
Copyright© 2026 by mypenname3000
Chapter 5
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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 hated being a whore for Chief Cantwell.
The price of power.
I crawled naked into the back of my Police Interceptor Utility, my Washington State Patrol-issued SUV, parked before my home where my husband and daughter slept. My breasts swayed beneath me as Cantwell followed me in. He gripped his hips. My shameless pussy burned for his touch despite the party at the Governor’s Mansion.
Despite the mansion.
This young man filled my mind. His prowess was something else, and I had to investigate him. Chief Cantwell’s cock nuzzled into my cunt. I shuddered with lust and revulsion. I wanted him to pound me, and despised myself for being so weak. The older man slid his cock up and down my slit, nuzzling my clit. Pleasure burst from the contact.
“Chief,” I moaned. “Please, please, fuck my cunt. Use me!” Humiliation burned in my cheeks from those demeaning words.
My cunt grew hotter, too.
He chuckled and thrust, grunting, “Christina.”
His thick shaft sank into my whorish pussy. I groaned at the pleasure. My head tossed, and boob swayed beneath me. I stared at my house as I cuckolded my husband. My cunt clamped down on the chief’s cock. He pumped away at me.
It felt so good.
I just lost myself to the pleasure of being a whore. I didn’t have to think as Cantwell fucked my cunt. He buried into my married twat over and over again. My pussy clamped down on him. I melted about him as he thrust into me over and over again. I moaned as the pleasure spilled through me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned.
“Shit, that’s good pussy,” he growled. “Take it, slut!”
“Yes, Chief,” I groaned.
He owned me.
My pussy.
My asshole.
My entire body.
I clamped my cunt down on him, increasing the friction. He plowed into me as my orgasm built and built. I was a shameless woman. I craved power. I had found it with the cult and the Washington State Patrol. I had paid dearly for it.
I shuddered with his every thrust into my snatch. It felt so good to have him in my twat. I reveled in it. I was such a whore, and I enjoyed myself. I moaned and gasped as the heat swelled in my cunt. I rose toward my orgasm.
“Oh, oh, fuck me, Chief!” I moaned.
“That’s right, Christina,” he growled. “Fucking own that cunt. Yes, yes, yes! Take it!”
He hammered my cunt with passion. I trembled as he buried into me with all that he had. It was so good to have that thick shaft in me. I squeezed my cheating twat down on him. The heat built and built. His nuts slapped into my clit.
Sparks burst from the impact. They sizzled through my cunt gripping his big, Black dick. He plowed into me over and over again. I rose toward my climax. It was such a good one. A big one. My whorish twat betrayed me every time.
“Chief!” I gasped as he buried into my cunt. His nuts slapped my clit. “Yes!”
I burst into rapture.
My cunt spasmed around his dick. He grunted, fucking my twat with his hard shaft. He buried into me with hard strokes. I loved the feel of him plowing into me with all that he had. It was just a kinky moment. Stars flashed across my vision.
“That’s it, Christina!” he grunted, fucking my convulsing and cheating cunt. “My little whore! Yes!”
He buried into my cunt.
Erupted.
His cum spurted into my married pussy. I trembled as I milked him, his seed flooding my twat. My boobs swayed as I squealed out my rapture. I hated how much I love this. I was such a whore. My cunt milked his erupting rod.
He dumped his load into me. All his cum. The warmth of his seed filled my cunt. Stars danced across my vision as I stared at my house. My home. I wanted to be with my husband, and yet my whorish twat suckled at Chief Cantwell’s cock.
“Damn,” he grunted, erupting into my twat with one last blast. “Damn, that’s good.”
“It is,” I whimpered.
He pulled his dick out of my cunt. The jizz spilled down my thighs. I loved that sensation. It felt so good. I shuddered at the warmth of it. I threw a look over my shoulder and wanted to sneer at him. He rose. He couldn’t see me.
I hated him so much. His spunk dripped down my thighs.
“Take me home, slut,” he said, heading around to the passenger seat.
“Yes, Chief,” I panted and crawled out, his cum dripping down my thighs.
Naked, I grabbed the towel out of my trunk. I carried it for occasions like this. I spread it out on my driver’s seat and sat on it, letting his cum soak into the terrycloth. I started up my cruiser. The radio came to life. Some chatter from units on came through.
I drove the chief to his house.
He didn’t live far.
I stewed in my hatred and disgust with the older man. He was my grandfather’s age, yet his dick never went hard. He made a pact with Ba’al for that. I just knew it. That was why I was his whore. I was a perk.
A reward.
We reached his house, and he grinned at me. He wanted more.
I would be spending the night. Fuck.
I climbed out of my car as he headed up to the front. I followed, my round boobs bouncing. He unlocked his door and headed inside. He was already stripping naked. I followed him, closing his door. He headed up to his bedroom.
I sighed and slipped off my socks. I followed him up the stairs. He stripped naked. He was a tall, Black man. You wouldn’t know he was in his fifties looking at him from the rear. He was a powerful man. His wife must be out of town. That was why I was here.
Shantea didn’t know about us. She didn’t know about the cult. She was a religious woman.
Poor thing. He used her.
“On your hands and knees,” he said as he opened his bedroom door.
I shuddered. There was a nice, knitted cover on the bed. I slipped by him and took that off. I slid onto the bed. His wedding photo was on the nightstand. His wife’s hairbrush was next to it. I trembled, my boobs swaying.
SMACK!
I gasped as he sparked my ass.
“Mmm, a White woman’s ass looks the best reddened, right, slut?” he asked.
“Yes, Chief,” I groaned.
SMACK!
I squealed as he spanked me again, the heat melting down to my cum-filled pussy. His seed leaked down my side as I trembled here. I shuddered as he stroked his hand over my rump. I quivered at his discipline.
Such a whore.
SMACK!
“Yes!” I moaned in wanton delight, cum dripping down my thighs. “Spank me!”
SMACK!
“I’m just a dirty whore!” I gasped, my ass burning. “Redden my rump, Chief!”
SMACK!
I squealed out with the depravity of this situation. I was cheating on my husband, selling my soul, so being spanked felt right. I deserved to be punished. I was a dirty wife, my cunt dripping in another man’s seed.
SMACK!
The Black man disciplined me with his hand, my ass blazing.
SMACK!
“I’m a dirty fucking whore!” I squealed, my cunt clenching with need.
“Yes, you are, Christina,” he said, not even giving me my title, assistant chief ... I was one of four assistant chiefs in the Washington State Patrol. I ran the Investigative Services Bureau. “Just a dirty fucking whore.”
He pressed his thick, Black cock between my butt-cheeks. I shuddered as he did that. He slid down my crack and found my asshole. I shivered as he drilled against me. My anal ring burned as he pushed and pushed on me.
I whimpered at the way he drilled against my asshole. I shuddered as he gripped my hips and pushed and pushed against me. My asscheeks burned hot from his spankings as my backdoor opened so wide.
“Yes!” he growled.
“Chief!” I whimpered like a whore.
My boss’s big, Black dick sank into my asshole. That big shaft stretched me out. I trembled, my boobs jiggling beneath me. I groaned at the heat of his dick sliding into my bowels. He made me shiver in delight.
“Oh, oh, Sir!” I whimpered as he sank deeper and deeper into my bowels. “You’re so big. Stretch me out!”
I gripped the sheets, my boobs swaying beneath me. He sank every inch of that mighty cock into my asshole. Zach might have been bigger. Thicker. Longer. I shuddered at that thought as I clamped down on the Black man’s rod.
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