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

... pussy lips engulfing my digit with warm silk. She shuddered, her eyes flashing up at me for a brief moment, then she looked down. Her hands trembled as she unfastened me. Her fear made this all the sweeter. My cock fell out thick and throbbing. Her hand hesitantly grabbed me, shockingly cold. I groaned, savoring the sudden difference in temperature as she stroked me. She knew what to do. She had given a man pleasure before. “That's it,” I growled. “You're doing good.” “Thank you, Sheriff.” My cock throbbed as her hand stroked me. Her hand grew warmer and her grip grew more sure and certain. Precum beaded the tip, bubbling out as she worked up and down on me. Her thumb brushed the tip, a shudder passing through me. I worked my finger through her slit more. Moisture began to leak out, her cheeks growing flushed. “That's it, slut,” I grinned. “Your cunt's heating up nicely. Are you getting eager to perform your duties and service me like a good whore?” “Yes, Sheriff.” Her voice was so sweet. “Good. Cause it is time for me to violate your tight cunt. Lean against my SUV's hood. You're going to love every inch of my cock.” She shuffled around, waggling that delicious rear at me. She leaned her arms on the hood. It was too high for her to lean over proper. My cock nudged her ass, leaving a trail of shiny precum as I savored her silken flesh. I dipped between her thighs, brushing the wet warmth of her youthful cunt. I shifted, guiding my cock. She let out a slight gasp as I explored ...

... her lips. And then I found that wet hole and I thrust in. She squeaked in shock, her back arching and her pussy sinking around my thick dick. She was so tight. Far tighter than my ex-wife ever had been. Were the girls as tight back when I was eighteen? I tried to remember, but that was over thirty years ago. Who cares. She was tight right now and that's all that mattered. “Take my cock, whore,” I grunted, slamming her against the side of my vehicle as I pumped in and out of her juicy depths. “Take every last inch! You love it, right.” “Yes, Sheriff,” she gasped, throwing a fearful look over her shoulder. That made me fuck her hot depths even harder. She grew more wet as I slammed into her cunt. Her pussy squeezing down, surrounding me with her hot velvet. There was no way I was going to last long in her depth. My balls tightened as they swung and slapped her clit. “So good. You were made to be the station whore! Everyone of my deputies is going to enjoy fucking you.” She let out a slight moan, her lips pursed. She was fighting the pleasure, denying her body the bliss of my thick cock. That wouldn't do. I reached around her, shoving my hand down between her stomach and my SUV's fender. I wormed between her thighs. The little slut gasped when I found her clit, stroking it hard. Her pussy squeezed down on my cock and more sweet moans escaped her lips. I groaned, fucking her harder, pushing her against my car with each thrust. “That's it! Enjoy my cock! You're just the Sheriff's ...