The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 2: The Sheriff of Caissa County - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 2: The Sheriff of Caissa County

... harder. I pushed her black hair to the side, sucking at her white neck. I wanted to mark her. I wanted these Sapphicists to know that I had owned their precious, lesbian cunts. My men enjoyed themselves as well. The blonde cheerleader bounced on Deputy Jarvis's thick, Black cock while Deputy Mathews received a titty fuck from the busy redhead. Then I saw the twins sucking at Celeste Edgar's round tits. I wish I had spotted them first. Well, there was always next time. I'd fuck them when I'd visit their ranch. These Sapphicists were going to earn their keep in my County. A bunch of women this hot didn't deserve to keep to themselves and deny the men of Cassia County their love. Especially not my deputies. “Do you like my cock fucking your ass, whore?” I hissed in the slut's ear. “Oh, yes! It's so good! Fuck me harder!” I pounded her ass. It was so wonderful. Being Sheriff was so worth the headache of the election. My balls tightened, ready to unleash a thick load of cum up her ass. My thrusts grew frantic, that wonderful moment nearing. I shuddered, grunting as my cum flooded her ass. She mewled, her ass clenching on my cock. The little slut came from getting her ass fucked. She was definitely wasted on a colony of lesbians. I ripped my dick out, leaving her asshole gaping open for a moment, my white cum ...

... leaking out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deidre Cheshire “I think you earned the entrance,” Sheriff Barends grinned. “Me and my men will be sure to visit your ranch. Make sure you and your women are well taken care of.” His grin told me exactly how he wanted to take care of me. “Thank you, Sheriff,” I forced myself to say, exhaustion pulling me down. Sweat beaded my forehead and my sweater stuck to my breasts, the light from my amulet dying down. The spell had been so hard to maintain for so long. He nodded to me, flashing me a lusty smile, then he and his three deputies sauntered back to the barricade. “What just happened, Ms. Cheshire?” Lizzy asked, frowning. “They were all humping the air.” “He thought he was fuckin you,” I told her. “I conjured an illusion.” “Thanks,” she smiled. “I didn't like his hands on me.” “You're the Ghost's,” I nodded. “No man should lay hands on you again.” I glanced back at the barricade. It had taken all the energy the Cult had generated the last two days to fool all the cops. Fear trembled in my heart. What would happen when the Sheriff and his cops came poking around looking for more loving? We will face that problem when it comes. Hopefully, the plague will keep them busy. “Let's get into the vehicles, ladies,” I shouted. “We'll be at the ranch in an hour.” To be continued...