Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

Once they were gone, Greg sent a mental command to each of his other girls to go back upstairs. Once he was alone with Karen Masters, he reached into her head and captured a picture of what she thought a demon looked like. Surprisingly, it looked a lot like the monster that scared her son Henry so badly. That gave him an idea. A wonderfully evil idea. Thank the stars he was the god of Balance and not good because he was about to do something deliciously, dare he think it demonic? He took that idea of a demon from Karen and walked around her after freezing her in place. She couldn’t move a muscle and she couldn’t speak above a whisper.

Now he was going to have some fun and get even with the bitch who had caused his young sister to cry. “Well, now Mrs. James, it seems like we are all alone, just you and me. I just want to make sure you understand the truth. The truth is you’re right. I am the common denominator for all the cases you mentioned to the captain tonight. But you’re wrong too. I’m not just demonic. Your husband, the good pastor, got it wrong too. I’m not possessed. Not like you or he thinks I am. No, think back to that day your son Henry cracked Greg Masters’ head with a ball bat. That day is key, Karen. Do you know why it’s key?”

Greg waited until she whispered, “Why?”

Greg reached into her mind and made himself appear like her personal nightmare of what a demon looked like. Then he got right in her face. His bloody fangs dripping with saliva was what she saw, and she trembled in fear. “Because that’s the day Greg Masters died and gave me the opportunity to control this body. Look at what your son gave control of Greg’s body. Can you see me for what I really am?”

She started to whimper and shout that the power of Christ delivered her from evil. Greg laughed at her and put his mouth right up to her ear. “Karen, you are not delivered from evil,” Greg said as he laughed at her and put his mouth right up to her ear. “Not delivered from evil. No, I think it’s more like you’ve been delivered to evil. Because you belong to me now. Anything I want you to do, you’ll do it. My every wish will be your undeniable command and you will follow them no matter how much they disgust you. You and your family fucked up, Karen. You didn’t realize what I was and now I control all of you. Your husband has confessed to raping and abusing many underage girls and boys in that room under the church. Your son isn’t even a thought for anyone but you anymore. They will never find him, you won’t either. Not unless I want you to. Your sweet, innocent daughter isn’t so innocent anymore. In about nine months, she will give birth to my spawn.”

Karen was crying by this time. Greg leaned in and licked her tears. “OH yes, Karen, you came to save her but you’re too late. I’ve fucked every hole your daughter has that my big demonic cock would fit in. Even better, she begged me to do so, and when I blasted my fertile seed into her womb, she thanked me. Yes, she thanked me for putting a baby in her belly.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

But I’m not done with the James family. No, there is one more James for me to own. One more James who will obey my every whim. Can you think who that is, Karen? Hmm? Who do you think is next on my list of James to possess and make my willing cumdump? I’ll give you a hint, sweet Karen. You look at her in the mirror every single day.”

“Never.” she hissed at me. “I’ll never submit to you, demon. My God will protect me.”

Greg laughed as he reached into her mind and jumped-start her libido. It appalled her that her lady bits were responding to this disgusting demon and his words. Her breast was heavy and her nipples were hard as two little stones. Her pussy was dripping so much that her underwear was soaked, and her desire ran down the inside of her legs. Greg moved right up to her ear and answered her. “No, your god has abandoned you. When you let your husband purify all those innocent children, you gave up the right to your god’s protection. But don’t worry. As much as you’ll hate being my willing cumbucket, you will physically enjoy it. It will disgust you, but your body will take great pleasure in every command you obey. Let me show you what I mean.”

Shaking so hard her teeth rattled, Karen James quietly spit out, “Get thee behind me, Satan.”

Greg laughed at her. “Oh, you wish I was Satan. Next to me, he seems like an angel. No, I’m not Satan. You will call me Master from now on. Every time you fail to do so, I’ll cause your body to burn with hellfire. But I think your suggestion is perfect.

Greg moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, and picked her up. Holding her close to his body, letting her feel his rock-hard cock between her ass cheeks. Only in her mind, it was three times as large as it was in reality. She also felt pricking spines on it. All straight out of her own imagination of what a demon’s cock would feel like. He carried her into the dining room where his mother was cleaning. “Mommy-slut, come here and tear Karen’s clothes off of her. She won’t need them anymore. She’s going to join our family as my personal cumdumpster. All she’ll be wearing from now on is my cum.”

Karen tried to scream, but all that came out was a quiet whimper. “Oh, don’t worry, my little slut, you’ll love it soon enough. His mother moved to do as her son ordered. “See, Karen, see how my sluts obey and love to obey? That will be you in just a moment. You’ll do anything I ask because even though it disgusts you inside, it will bring the most exquisite pleasure to your body that you’ve ever experienced.

Just then his mother yanked and the conservative dress the pastor’s bitch of a wife had worn tore off her body. It was all Greg could do to keep from laughing at the plain industrial-strength undergarments the woman wore. What kept him from laughing was that Karen James was a definite MILF. While covered by a bra that had to be industrial strength, but did very little to hide the gigantic 40DD melons that were strapped tight to her body.

Greg released the bra and tore it away from her huge mammaries. The huge milkers that dropped with their natural weight astonished him. Greg instant reached inside and tightened up the muscles in her back and in her tits themselves so that they stood out straight and in all their glory. Her Areolas were the size of fifty-cent pieces and her nipples were long and rose-colored, almost like bing cherries. While messing around in her body, he made those nipples extremely sensitive. So much so that a strong wind would make them hard. Actually, anything even touching them would make them stand at attention and beg for someone to do more. He made sure that a single touch would cause her to cum like a banshee. Then he reached around and rolled them both between his thumbs and forefingers, causing the preacher’s wife to try to scream out her pleasure as her legs gave out from the strength of the cum she had at his hands. “See Karen. See how your body loves my touch?”

“I hate you!” She hissed.

Greg laughed, “You may hate me, but your body seems to crave my touch, doesn’t it? I wonder what will happen when we remove those disgustingly soaked panties? What will happen when I penetrate that soaked snatch, Karen? Or even better when I plant my demon cock in that tight asshole? I wonder how hard you’ll come on my cock? Will you whimper like a good little preacher’s wife or scream like a cock crazy whore being gangbanged?”

Again, she whimpered at his question, so he rubbed her nipples again, causing her to cum hard. She cried because she knew she wasn’t in control of her body. No, this demon owned her. She hated herself and she hated the thing that occupied Greg Masters’s body, but her body responded to his touch like a two-bit whore.

Greg looked at his mom. “Remove her panties. I want to see what the rest of my cumdump looks like.”

Carol reached out and grabbed a handful of the plain white cotton granny panty and yanked, ripping it right off Karen James’s body. Greg started laughing. It seemed no one had ever taught Mrs. James about proper grooming. There was what, to Greg’s eye, looked like a giant golden loofa. The bitch must have never in her life trimmed her pubic hair. He couldn’t even see her weeping slit for the hair surrounding it. “Oh dear, that will never do. I don’t want that mess covering my cumdumpster’s cunt.”

Using his power, he caused every hair below her eyes to fall off her body. She would no longer have arm hair or leg hair. Never have to worry about any hormonal hair over her lip or on her chin. All the fine hair on and around her ass and pussy all fell to the ground. “Mom, sweep up all this hair please while I finish showing Mrs. James how much of a cumdumpster she is for me.

With those words, Greg reached into Karen’s body again and tied her sphincter into her g spot nerves. Turning her ass into a giant orgasm machine. Anything rubbing against her sphincter ring would cause her to cum like someone had turned on a fire hose. Then he tweaked her clit, causing it to grow until it wouldn’t fit back inside its hood, and he made it even more sensitive than her nipples. A soft breath blowing across it would cause her to cum. The harder the touch, the harder the cum. Finally, he turned her entire sheath into one giant gspot. from just inside her pussy to her cervical opening, she would be super sensitive and cum nonstop the whole time he stimulated her. If Greg came in her, she would literally lose control of her body and collapse in an orgasmic overload. She could do nothing but shake and cum for five whole minutes after he dumped a load of cum into her. She would hate every minute, but her body would explode with pleasure. As much as she would hate him and herself, she would, from this minute on crave his touch. His penetrating her fuck holes and his cum would drive her out of her mind with pleasure. Deep inside in her most secret of thoughts, she would know that her new Lord and Master, Greg Masters, the only person who would ever make her cum, possessed her. Greg removed the whisper effect so she could scream her cums out and made it so anyone that heard her wouldn’t think anything about it.