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I drop to my knees behind her, grab a fistful of hair and yank her head back, swatting at her tits with the crop. “Thank him for your gift.”

“Th… th.. thank you.” She panted, and her tongue stuck out for him to place his cock on.

“Yeah, swirl your tongue around the head.” He moaned. “Push it inside the piss slit.”

I held my hand out for my athame, and Jon placed it in my hand, kneeling behind me. “What will it be? My cock in your ass? Or shall I suck off Ollin?”

“Mm, suck his cock.” I rubbed my hard nipples against my sacrifice’s back. “Ou skondro ousmei ou, cre skondro ousmei cre!” Thunder clapped and lightning flashed as I yelled out my spell and smiled. Let’s see how dirty Dom really is. Enjoy the show, Detective.

I handed Hugh the crop and wrapped my arm around the girl in my arms. My fingers found her nipples puckered tight, and I flicked at each one, going back and forth between them. My body shifted and moved closer to Hugh. I felt his hand push mine aside.

Turning my head, I saw Jon deep throat Ollin making the older man’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He gave a satisfied sigh and then turned his attention to us.

“Pinch those tits. Keep them tender.” Ollin growled.

“Hear that? Chef wants them tender.” I purred in her ear and pinched the skin and fat all around her tits, pulling on her nipples while Hugh shoved his cock down her throat, making her audibly gag.

My right hand slid down her body, pausing for small pinches until I reached her wet pussy. I rubbed my fingers in the wetness and brought my hand back to my face for a taste. Tonight’s sacrifice loved being used for sex. The wetness came from her cunt. Not a drop of pee mixed in.

“If you want, I can lick your pussy.” I nipped her ear. “All you need to do is let me between your legs.”

She immediately sat up higher and I moved onto my back and slid between them. She smelled so sweet and musky. My tongue flattened and pushed between her lips with my nose, bumping her clit. Her hips moved on my face and I reached up to pull on her nipples again. Each pull granted me a small gush of her cream.

“That’s it, come on her face!” Hugh yelled.

Moans from Ollin and Hugh filled the room, and my pussy ached. I needed something to fuck it. Anything would do. A tongue, finger, dick, the handle of the crop. My lips locked on to her clit and I bit it over and over until I tasted blood and felt juice flow from me onto the floor.

“Yeah! You like my balls bouncing on your chin!” Hugh groaned. “Fuck! I don’t know where I want to cum. Down your pretty throat all over your body.”

“Wherever you want, sir.” She cried out, and I almost drowned in the flood of her orgasm.

I pushed out from between her legs and saw Dom standing at the foot of the stairs in his boxers. His eyes were wide and his mouth opened in disbelief.

“Your tits win.” Hugh growled and grunted his release all over her. “Evening, Detective.”

Chapter Eight

Dominick

A loud thunderclap pulled me from sleep, and as I re-closed my eyes, I saw the debauchery unfolding. My dick hardened, and I looked around in my vision to see where they were. Slipping out from the covers, I left my room and felt a pull toward the kitchen.

Following my gut, I turned and walked down the hall briskly, jogging down the steps into the dark kitchen. My head spun on my shoulders, investigating the walls as I walked toward the back door. With my hand on the knob, I felt a whisper to my right. It felt like an invitation, and I slowly turned to where it came from. Looking at the bare wall, my hand left the knob and settled against the cool satin surface, feeling around.

Like a blind person, I felt my way all over and then gave the wall a push and a door popped open.

Voices, moans and the sweet scent of sex hit me. I felt like a kid finding his dad’s porn stash and filled with excitement. My bare feet hit the steps as the door closed behind me. I ran down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning and no one noticed me standing there in my boxers as I watched Sheriff Lincoln blow his load all over a young woman. Anna sat up on her side, her face shimmering in cum.

“Your tits win.” He grunted as he covered her in cum. “Evening, Detective.” he growled.

“Is the party over?” My hoarse voice croaked out.

My cock tented my boxers and bobbed, wanting attention, and I wanted to join in the scene before me. This was something I craved. Dark, delicious, dirty sex where your fantasies came to life.

Sheriff Lincoln stroked his softening cock and tilted his head, looking at me. “Depends.”

Jon pulled back from the man he was sucking off and smiled at me. “Our good detective here has the darkness inside him.”

“Is your tongue forked?” I leaned in closer.

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