1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 3: Winter


    Date: 11/15/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Domination/submission, Female/Female, Group Sex, Latina, Male/Female, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    food with a spell. When we do have power, we all crowd around the wide-screen TV hanging on the living room wall. The flatscreen TV was so modern. It always seemed so out of place in this old house. The screen was full of reports of all the dead. Millions in the US alone. Probably over a billion around the world. But the plague finally seemed to be dying down. Enough so the Patriots tried to assassinate Mary last week. A pity they had failed. When it wasn't grim news reports, it was broadcast of Mark and Mary reminding everyone that they were in control and glossing over the fact that they had surrendered the City of Seattle to a Demon or that men were dying by the droves. But not women, so we were all perfectly safe. “Have you had in spotting?” Dr. Savitri asked as I settled onto the bed, spreading my legs apart. Nurse Nevada reached up my skirt and pulled down my panties, her fingers brushing past my clit; she always did like to tease me during an exam. “No, Doctor,” I smiled. “I would have told you.” “And any cramps?” “I shook my head.” “I wish we had an ultrasound here,” the doctor sighed, adjusting a lamp so she could exam me. Her cinnamon fingers slid towards my pussy. “Growing a little excited?” “Don't I always?” I asked. “You're a hottie, Doctor.” I had grown so brazen living with all these women, sleeping where I could, fucking whomever I wanted. It was sometimes like one long party. There was almost always someone having sex, and with thirty women crammed in the ...
    house, there was no privacy. The doctor grinned at me. We all knew how this exam was going to end. Her finger probed into me while she pressed on the outside of my flesh. I moaned, my pussy contracting about her digits. Her fingers wiggled about a bit more than a doctor normally would during a pelvic exam, and her thumb just kept brushing my clit. I moaned, squirming as the pleasure swelled. “And how are your nipples?” “Sore,” I groaned. My breasts were growing, and so were my nipples. They were darker and fatter, my areola spreading across my mounds. “Nurse, why don't you help the patient?” “Yes, Doctor,” purred Nevada, her blonde hair brushing my face as she pulled off my sweater, my hard nipples coming into view. “Umm, they look bigger.” She squeeze my tit, her fingers sliding up to roll around my nipples. “Definitely bigger.” “Yes,” I moaned as she rubbed my nubs. “Is that relieving the soreness?” “Uh-huh.” I squirmed more, sensations flooding through me. The doctor had abandon her examination, her tongue swirling about my clitoris while her fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. I gasped, licking my tongue across the braces covering my teeth. “Doctor,” I panted. “Oh, yes!” “Let's check your nerve sensitivity,” she purred, hooking her fingers inside me. “Fuck, yes!” I gasped, half-sitting up as she caressed my G-spot with an expert touch. “That sounds like a positive reaction to me,” laughed Nevada. “Super positive,” I moaned, crashing back into the seat. “Keep stroking me. ...
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