The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 4: The Goddess - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 4: The Goddess

... cum, and didn't care if the young woman enjoyed it. So degrading, so amazing! I loved rolling in the depraved filth of the Mortal World. “Eat me, bitch! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!” “Cum on her purtee face!” laughed Big Hoss. “And I'll cum on her purtee ass!” “Yes, yes, fuck yes!” She shuddered, flooding my mouth with her tasty pussy juices. Big Hoss grunted, ripping his cock out her ass, then basted it with thick, ropy cum, grunting every time another squirt landed on my pert ass. The moment he stepped out of the way, another cock buried in my vessel's cunt. The woman stepped away and another cock was waiting for my hungry mouth. Man after man, and a few women, used and abused my vessel, and I savored every, wonderful, depraved moment. They treated Darleen's body without any care, throwing my light body about. I savored the feeling of being fucked in the ass and pussy, I reveled in the cum being shot all across my vessel's body, and I enjoyed it when a man fucked my face and shoved his cock down my throat. I swallowed cum, bathed in cum, wallowed in cum. I was covered in all their filth and worship, lying on the dirty floor. “This little slut needs to be cleaned off,” slurred a drunk guy, whipping out his cock, and he pissed on my vessel. So degrading! An orgasm ripped through me as I forced Darleen to open up her mouth and drink his ...

... acrid fluid. It stung my eyes, dripping warm and wet down her body, mixing with the drying cum. Another guy whipped out his cock and showered her hair, mixing in more filthy. “Yes! Give me all your offering!” I moaned through her lips. The pleasure kept rippling through her, and I savored her youth and vitality. One of the women squatted over me, her pussy hairy, and her piss added to the men. I forced Darleen to drink and drink until her belly was full. My vessel reeked of urine. I glanced at the corner where my bodyguard sat, my handmaiden across his lap, their mouths pressed together. “Attend me,” I moaned, shuddering on the pee-drenched floor as my wonderful orgasm ran its course. “Yes, Goddess,” my bodyguard said, pushing my handmaiden off his lap and walking over, his hand on his gun. “I have broken many laws of your community,” I purred. “It is time you arrested me. And you should also alert your comrades of the illegal activity going on in the tattoo parlor. A grown man and a pair of kidnapped twins.” “Yes, Goddess.” I smiled as he pulled out his handcuffs, ratcheting my arms behind my back. He read off my rights, all part of their ritual. My vessel would always remember this night. It would haunt her forever. I couldn't wait for one of those millions of sperm wiggling around inside her to find a fertile egg. To be continued...