“Oh yeah! That’s it, baby!”
Vivian threw her head back and began shafting his throat at full speed. Her scrotum slapped his chin loudly as phlegm ran from his nose and sloppy noises spilled from the corners of his sucking maw. Francis tried to find air but received nothing but thick, throbbing cock. His face began to turn red as Vivian’s thrusts built to a furious crescendo.
“YES! FUCK YES!!!!! JUST LIKE THAT!!!”
Vivian buried herself to the hilt as Francis’s nose plunged into her sweaty pubis. Hot, creamy sludge blasted from the dark nun’s cock with the force of a fire hydrant. The pungent pudding rippled down his throat, his mouth sucking her schlong exquisitely as she unloaded in his stomach. Her balls drained as Francis vacuumed her cock and his tongue wagged back and forth across her pulsing cum channel.
The deep dicking of his ass by the relentless mechanical fucker continued. Its rhythmic rubber invasions were now welcome. Francis’ own cock was raging hard and leaking pre-cum under the surface of his clammy, latex second skin. He writhed in his suit, his own pleasure denied as the endless prostate stimulation drove him insane.
Vivian pulled her cock free and a pocket of cum and phlegm spilled from Francis’ mouth all over his chest. He inhaled deeply as the dark skinned Domina stepped back and stroked herself. The last few ropes of her hot jizzum shot all over his bound body.
“Goddamn!” she exclaimed through panted breaths. “Mistress Superior is one lucky woman!”
Francis was too busy re-oxygenating to thank her for the compliment. He sucked in air like a starving man as the warm glow of contentment spread through his body. The heavenly sensation of Succubus cum in his mouth, throat and belly flooded his body with a wonderful endorphin rush.
“Oh, I think I hear Sisters outside…” she noted before tucking her cock away and pulling the zipper down her long, latex skirt. “Sounds like a line is forming.”
Vivian reached over to the console and turned the fuck-machine dial from five to seven. Francis grunted and moaned as the dildo plunged into his captive rear with considerably faster speed.
“Since this is your first cumfessional, be sure to give it your all! I might visit again later, once things calm down a bit. See ya, puta padre!”
Vivian gave his cheek two wet, cum-slathered slaps before she exited and closed the door behind her. Sure enough, she didn’t bother to change the sign. Francis heard her say a few words to the women gathering outside. Within moments, the door opened again. Another pair of boots announced themselves on the hard wood floor and Francis prepared himself for his third feeding of the day.
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*BZZZT BZZZT*
Jessica minimized her browser before reaching over to the intercom and pressing the receive button. She already knew what her assistant would say, but she enjoyed making a male secretary go through the formalities with her.
“Yes, Matthew?”
“Mistress Superior. Miss Fairchild is here to see you.”
“Very good. Have her leave her phone and bag at the desk and search her before she comes in. Check for wires and recording devices.”
“Right away.”
Jessica smiled. It had taken a few weeks, but Allison was ready. She folded her hands on the desk in front of her and waited for a knock that never came.
A minute later, Allison barged in and swung the door shut behind her in one smooth motion. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of black shades. Her blonde hair was done up in a high pony tail. She wore a white tank-top above her black leather pants and boots. It wasn’t easily noticed unless one was looking for it, but there was definitely a bulge in one of her shiny pant legs.
Her demeanor had changed to confident bordering on haughty. She looked like a completely different woman than the one Jessica had spoken to weeks ago. It wasn’t a surprise to Mistress Superior. She’d seen the change many times, now.
The young reporter strode into the room, her boot heels tromping across the floor until she took her seat. Gauging her disposition was difficult without being able to see her eyes, but it was apparent she was somewhat on edge. Jessica would have to ease her in.
“Nice to see you again, Allison. I won’t pretend that I don’t know why you’re here. I’m sorry for the extra precautions, but you are a reporter, after all.”
The other woman waited a few moments before responding.
“I was angry for a while. Well, no. First I was terrified. Then I was confused and anxious. When I read your note… that’s when I got angry.”
“I understand completely.”
“I won’t bother asking how it’s possible. I suspect that’s a secret you don’t share with people who are new to your little club. But why would you do that to someone without asking?”
“I am bringing about a revolution. Asking nicely is not how revolutionaries work.”
Allison nodded indignantly. She understood, even if she didn’t agree. She waited a few more moments before speaking again.
“I was angry… but, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hold onto that anger. I changed. Jeffrey changed. Everything changed. And now…”