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The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 5: The Prisoner

Date: 2/11/2016, Categories: Fantastic, Male/Female, Mature, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

yes!” she purred. “Feed me your desperate passion!” Clang! Clang! Clang! Every time I drove into her, the bars rattled. It was bound to draw the bulls' attention, but those fat guards could just sit on watch while I enjoyed this sweet, young things cunt. So tight. Her pussy rippled about me as she gasped and moaned like a sex manic. “Yes, yes! I love this sensation! Make my vessel cum again! Give her more of that amazing pleasure!” Her words were strange, but I didn't care. I was balls deep in grade A pussy. My balls were heavy, slapping into her cunt with meaty thwacks, full of cum ready to burst into her cunt. Maybe I would knock my Goddess up. Give her something to remember me by. “That's it!” she gasped. “Stir her passion! So wonderful! Such depraved, wonderful sensations!” Her head tossed about her white-blonde hair as her body shook. Her cunt squeezed on my cock hard, making her pussy feel even more amazing. My balls were tightening, my release threatening to erupt at any moment. A cell door opened, keys rattling. The bulls were coming and there was no way in hell I was stopping. I pounded her faster, desperate to cum before they could get my cell door open and stop me. Just a few more strokes. “She's down here, Mr. Mayor,” the bull said. I didn't care who was with them. The President of the fucking United States could walk back here and I wouldn't stop fucking this sweet young thing. I threw back my head, every muscle in my body tensing. The guard stepped around the ... corner accompanied by a beefy, middle-aged man. “Darleen!” he gasped. “Stop him! He's raping my daughter!” “Fuck, yeah!” I groaned. The key rattled in the cage. Too late, I was flooding her sweet cunt with a huge load of my cum. “Sweet Jesus, yes! That is some nice, grade A pussy you're daughter has!” The cell door opened. I backed away, hands up as the bull advanced, billy club in hand. I fell to my knees and put my hands behind my neck before the bull could take the opportunity to “subdue” me. I could see him itching. The Mayor of Paris, Texas stared at me red-faced and I smirked at him. Another bull unlocked my Goddess's cell and she strode out up to her father, hooked her arm into his, and purred, “Let us depart.” “Er, but, er, yes,” spluttered the Mayor. I watched her fine ass sway as she walked by, my cum running white down her thighs. “My Goddess!” a man in the hallway yelled. “You got to help me!” She didn't answer and, as she disappeared out of sight, a big man, arms covered in tattoos, was shoved into my cell, his hands cuffed behind his back as he struggled against the bulls. But they knew their business and pushed him down onto a cot. The bull that pushed him in looked down at me, a smile on his face. “So you took a poke at the little slut,” chuckled the guard, then cracked me in the side of the head with the billy club, knocking me to the floor. Worth it. When I sat up, the cell was closed and the new guy glowered. “She gave them to me, man. How could it be rape?” ...