“I’m going to church, Babe, I’ll be back soon,” Fiona said leaning down to kiss Sean on the top of the head as he lay in bed eyes still half-closed from a long night of video games.
“Ughummpfff… Have fun with Jesus. Love you,” he muttered before rolling over and taking up the rest of the bed.
Fiona looked thoughtful for a moment. “I might be a little late because afterward, I am going to get some lunch with some of the ladies… You, uh, know how they are after service. Always wanting to gossip about something or someone.”
It really wasn’t necessary to lie but truth be told she was beginning to enjoy lying and if even more truth be told she really didn’t have any chick friends left anymore.
She smiled to herself before turning on her heels and listening to them click against the hardwood as she made her way out to her car and over to Damian’s Holy Cock.
Her pussy was aching and wet the entire drive over to the shady motel, One of these days when Sean wasn’t home she would have to bring Damian over to fuck her right in her marital bed. Something about that thought was extra wrong which only made her even wetter.
Damian was quick to answer the door wearing only tight black briefs that made him look even sexier to her. And by the look of his hard cock, which looked like it was just waiting to burst out and ravage her, he was just as eager for their Sunday session.
Fiona gave him her best sultry smile. “Hi, Jesus,” she said with a bit of a giggle before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him hard. She pressed herself tightly against him grinding a bit on his cock.
“Are you ready to get saved?” he asked grinning.
“I thought you saved me last Sunday and the Sunday before that?” Fiona said teasingly.
“Some sluts need to be baptized more than once or twice. In fact some bitches are so fucking dirty and sinful that they need to be saved every Sunday for the rest of forever.”
Fiona couldn’t wait any longer she needed to feel his cock shove deep and hard into her throat until she almost blacked out.
She dropped down to her knees in front of him and ran her tongue over his briefs teasing the bulging outline as she traced along its length.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as her hand moved to free his cock which instantly sprung out in full anticipation of the worship she was about to give it.
“Fuck, baby, you are so fucking hungry for my cock,” he groaned.
“I missed it yesterday and then it’ll be days until I have it again,” Fiona said with a bit of a pout.
She wrapped her insatiable mouth around his cock and began sucking him, her head bobbing as she began to suck more of his girthy length. Just before she reached the base she felt him reach for her head and push her all the way down on it.
His cock hit the back of her throat instantly causing her to gag and smearing her lipstick as a bit of drool ran down her chin and onto his balls.
He began instantly grunting and groaning as his hips began to move and his hand became more forceful, not letting up for a second as he continuously fucked her throat. She loved how savage and unrelenting he could be unlike Sean who flat out refused to get primal.
”Treat me like a whore,” she had once asked him. ”Fuck my throat until the mascara runs down my face.” He couldn’t do it. Maybe deep down he loved her too much to see her for what she was or maybe he had and that’s why he had retreated into his world of games. She wouldn’t think about that now because if she did she would probably cum right away.
Guilt, she had realized, could be as pleasurable as the act itself.
Fiona looked up at Damian who was lost in the sensation of fucking her warm wet mouth like a pussy.
His hips were rocketing faster now, choking her with every inch of his bulbous cock as he mercilessly pummeled her throat.
Her eyes were tearing up and her jaw was beginning to hurt but still, somehow, she tightened her mouth even more as she felt him pulsating against her tongue ready to burst his thick cum down her throat.
“Ohhhhhhh, fuucck…,” he growled, his grip on her hair getting tighter. Her vision was getting blurry and her cunt was a soaking wet lava mess as he began to spurt and shoot down her throat, his entire body shuddering as he released his grip on her.
She had managed to keep some of his cum in her mouth as she stood and kissed him, their tongues meeting mouths locking together in a sloppy cum kiss.
He was still fuckboy hard and ready to go again as he pushed her onto the bed and ripped her panties off of her, shredding them to pieces like so many times before.
He rammed his cock into her slippery velvet cunt with one hard thrust and begin punching in and out harder and deeper the bed squeaking and squealing, the headboard smacking against the wall and knocking what was left of the red paint off the walls. It didn’t matter.
This was their room for as long as they wanted it because, as it turns, out the sleezebag owner loved to watch. And for the mere price of getting to do so, he would never charge them for the room or the damages or tell her husband as he had vaguely hinted at before. She didn’t care though and neither did Damian. In fact, just knowing he was watching was another added thrill for her.
As Damian hammered his cock deep into her pussy she looked up at the ceiling camera and smiled.
Fiona was moaning louder and screaming as she felt him bury balls deep inside of her, the sound of her juicy squelching cunt also began to increase, her juices dripping down her thighs and onto the bed as her nails began to rake and dig into his back, legs wrapping tightly around him as she squeezed hard around his cock.
His mouth moved to her neck, teeth digging and ripping into her skin as he marked her. She could feel the puncture and hot red droplets of blood dripping down her skin, onto her dress, and then she began to shake and writhe under him, her pussy gushing and squirting everywhere.
“I’m going to fucking breed your hot married cunt,” Damian whispered as he slammed his cock so deep she felt it in her stomach. His cock was twitching violently inside of her as he painted her insides white.
At last, they laid still, chests continuing to heave, the arousal running through their veins like a most addictive drug.
Finally, as some of the fog began to dissipate slightly Damian spoke.
“I see you wore the ring. Let’s see what we can do about tarnishing it some more. Next time I want you to wear your wedding dress.”
Those words were enough to make Fiona’s eyes roll backward in her head as she began to cum again.
