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

... whore now!” I rubbed furiously on her clit. “Say it, cunt!” “I'm the...the Sheriff's whore!” she moaned, her body shaking. “I'm...your slut, Sheriff!” I buried into her, my cock aching. My cum erupted out into her delicious cunt. Her pussy clenched about me, her sighs louder, more throaty. Her head threw back, pushing into my chest as she came hard, accepting her new place in life. I leaned against her, breathing hard. “You are a good fuck.” I pulled my cock out, shiny with her juices. A thick dollop of my cum leaked down her thigh. “Pull your jeans up. We need to get to the station.” “Yes, Sheriff,” she whispered, looking down as she pulled those jeans up her wonderful ass. I opened the passenger door and she climbed into the warm cab. I walked around and hopped in. There was a missing person alert on my computer. Corina Jennings, 15 yr old, 5'4”, 96 lb., blonde hair, green eyes, piercing in right eyebrow, last seen wearing a pink jacket, thought to be heading north from Wyoming into Cassia County. I grinned. “You're going to love the station, Corina.” She gave me a sharp look. “Don't worry. I'm not going to let such a sweet piece of ass go.” I pulled back onto the highway, stepping on the gas. I was going to be late to that meeting. But it was so worth it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ursula Ayers – Paris, Texas It was chaotic in the Walmart. Everyone was buying supplies. “What's going on?” I asked a guy. “There's a case of the Wormwood Plague down in Austin and two in ...

... Dallas.” I blinked. “Wormwood Plague?” I had been staying away from TV and the internet. I had been worried about the Ghost so much the last few days I hadn't been paying attention to what was going on in the world. “Yeah. It broke out in Seattle on Friday and since then it's killed hundreds.” “Great,” I muttered, glancing at my shopping list. The Cult of the Ghost wanted to get out of Paris as fast as possible. I was sent to the Walmart to buy supplies with Carla and Marybeth. We split up to cover more ground. Everything had gone crazy thanks to Mark and Mary. Texas itself had tried to secede from the Union. That lasted one hour, and then our Governor was executed on live television. That's the last time I watched the TV. “You just need faith in the Living Gods,” a woman said behind us, pushing her shopping cart. I turned to see Happy Roberts pushing a grocery cart. I had attended the Paris Revival for Christ—led by Reverend Meriwether, Happy's husband—until the Ghost and Marybeth seduced me. Having a lesbian girlfriend was really frowned upon by the strict born-again Christians. At least it had been until Meriwether and Happy had become converted to the Living Gods and the Paris Revival for Christ became the Revival for the Living Gods. Happy, who used to dress like a school marm, wore the sluttiest outfit I had ever seen, her skirt barely covering her ass and her blouse was see through, her nipples dark patches. She was finally dressing like the slut she was in secret. The ...