Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

Footsteps thudded down stairs. A light flared on the first floor, bleeding through the arch window at the top of the door. A deadbolt lock twisted, then the door ripped open. A buff guy in white boxers decorated in hearts stood in the doorway, a baseball bat held in his hand.

“What do you...” His words trailed off, seeing me and ten naked girls on his porch. “What the fuck?”

“My husband isn't happy that you seduced me and fucked me!” Anne hissed. “You tried to steal me from my husband!”

“You're Anne's...” Color drained from his face. Though he had strength, and a baseball bat, the sight of a naked man on his porch unnerved him. He backed up then tried to slam the door closed in my face.

“Stop!” I snarled, my thoughts prickling hard.

The door kept closing as he froze. I caught it with my hand and pushed it open. It smacked his open palm. He tottered, his muscles locked in place, his brain interpreting my command as a complete halt. Unable to move, he fell onto the ground with a loud grunt.

Good.

“Scott?” a woman called from upstairs. I saw bare feet and the hem of a white nightgown with soft-blue daisies. “Are you okay?”

“Everything's fine, Ma'am,” I told her. “You have nothing to be afraid of. Get your daughter and join us in the living room.”

“My daughter?” she asked then her footsteps retreated, having to obey me even if she didn't understand why.

I stepped into the house, standing over Scott. I stared down at him. So fucking handsome and strong. He had that chiseled look at home on the cover of a bodice-ripper Romance novel. All he lacked was the long, flowing hair. His dark eyes stared up at me, his body trembling.

His boxers grew dark.

“He's pissing himself,” chortled Kitty. My youngest came up beside me, bouncing up and down, her budding breasts jiggling, nipples hard. “That's right. My daddy's here to make you pay.” She kicked him in the arm.

I doubt he felt it. Kitty couldn't weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet.

She even winced, flexing her cute toes.

“Get your ass up, go sit down in the living room, Scott,” I snarled. “Now!”

My thoughts burned again, his mind resisting my commands. He moved though, staring at me in terror. He fled from the room, leaving a puddle on the gray, stone floor of his entrance that abutted against cream carpet. The baseball bat clattered from his hand, rolling on the carpet.

“Eww,” Crystal said, stepping around the puddle. She moved with her girlfriend Jessica on one side and Georgia the cheerleader on the other. She had her arms around both girls waist like she had her own mini-harem inside of mine. My nineteen-year-old, blonde child shook her head. “How pathetic. A real man wouldn't piss himself, asshole!”

“Piss himself?” a woman asked. “Oh, my god, you're all naked.”

“Oh, wow!” a younger girl exclaimed. “What's going on, Mom?”

“I don't know, honey.”

Scott's wife walked down the stairs, pulling their daughter after her. The girl, eighteen, wore boy shorts that left her tan, coltish legs exposed. Her dark hair fell about her shoulders of the pink babydoll t-shirt she wore, her eyes round as they stared at my hard cock thrusting before me, glistening with Pina's juices.

“Is it a nudist party?” the girl asked. “Are you and Dad swingers? But they're all my age. What's going on?”

“I don't know, Opal!” the mother snapped. She was a light-skinned, Black woman, her skin the hue of brown coffee, rich and creamy. She had her hair braided in long rows across her scalp and falling down her back as she walked by to the living room. “What's going on, Scott?”

“I don't know,” the husband said, his voice tight.

“So do something!” the woman snapped as she entered the living room. She froze for a moment. Then she pulled her daughter to her and bolted for the other exit out the room, free since she completed my command.

“Don't leave!” I shouted. “Go sit down and relax on the couch. Same for your daughter.”

She stumbled to a halt then her and her daughter both headed for the couch. Opal gave me a trembling look, her eyes so wide. She sat down beside her mother, squirming, rubbing her hands on her tan thighs.

“Daddy,” she whimpered.

“Scott, what is going on?” the wife demanded again.

“I don't know, Denise,” he roared at her, trying to mask the fear sweating off of him.

“But you do know, Scott,” I said, grabbing Anne and leading her into the living room, my harem trailing behind her. “You know exactly why I'm here.” I grabbed my wife's tits, brushing the dark marks left by Scott's lips on her breasts tonight. “Don't you recognize one of your students from your Pilate's class tonight?”

“But you didn't have a class...” Denise trailed off, staring at her husband then back at my wife. “You sonuvabitch!” She tried to throw herself at him, but couldn't get up from the couch. She bent over at the waist, fingers clawing the air between them. “You told me you'd never do it again!”

“Oh, I have a feeling he's been doing it a lot,” I growled, squeezing my wife's tits. “Thinking he could claim other men's wives. That he could stick his dick in their cunts.”

“If I could move, I would kill you!” Denise snarled at her husband. Then she whipped her head around, braided hair flying behind her. She glared at me. “Why can't I move?”

“Daddy's a god,” Kitty grinned.

“You have to obey him,” Crystal purred. “I guess that makes me a goddess. Since I'm his daughter.”

“Ooh, yes,” Jessica moaned. “A goddess is fingering my asshole.”

“So hot,” Georgia groaned in agreement.

My dick twitched.

“I bet you want to get back at your husband,” I said to the wife.

She arched an eyebrow at me, then at the women around me. “You're going to make me fuck you.”

“All while your husband watches. He'll learn what it's like when another man fucks his wife.” I glanced at Scott. “Do you love your wife?”

“Of course,” he said.

“And how many women have you cheated on her with?”

“Thirteen,” he said, wincing as his wife screeched.

“If you're going to fuck me, then do it!” Denise snarled at me. Then she glared at her husband. “Thirteen! Thirteen! All those whores at your Pilates class! You are such a cock-sucker, Scott!”

Opal just whimpered, melting into the couch by her mother.

I winked at her. “Opal, relax. You don't have to feel bad. You feel good. Horny.” My thoughts prickled. “Your pussy's getting wet and itching to be touched.”

Opal's babydoll t-shirt, clinging to her conical breasts, dimpled as her nipples hardened. She suddenly rubbed her hands on her tanned thighs, shifting beside her mother who was literally spitting fury at her husband, trying to claw him again.

“Scott, you love your wife with all your heart. You desire her. You want her to be faithful.” My thoughts prickled. “The only person you love as much is your daughter, whom you want to always be pure, to always be your little girl and never a whore. Just your virgin baby girl.”

“I do,” he said. “Please, honey, I love you. I'm sorry. I won't cheat ever again.”

“No, you will never cheat again,” I grinned. “But your wife will. Denise, come here and suck my dick. Show your husband how much more you love my cock than his.”

“Gladly,” Denise purred while my thoughts prickled.

“Tell him that you're my whore now.”

“Scott, I'm his whore,” the Black woman said, rising, her nipples hardening against her nightgown. “I just want to suck his cock. To worship him. Mmm, such a better cock than yours.”

I liked her improv.

“Denise,” whimpered Scott. “No, no, you can't do this. You're my wife.”

“But I'm his whore. He makes my pussy so wet. He's not a repulsive asshole like you!” Denise pulled off her nightgown as she came closer. I definitely loved her improv.

She wore only a pair of panties beneath, white and plain, contrasting against her rich, brown skin. Her round breasts bounced as she moved, her nipples coal-dark and hard. She licked her lips, falling to her knees before me. She opened her mouth and sucked on my dick.

Scott flinched as she moaned about my cock, sucking with noisy passion. She put such enthusiasm into her blowjob, tasting Pina's spicy pussy as she bobbed her mouth on my shaft. Tears fell down Scott's face.

Anne fell to her knees beside Denise. “That's it. Suck my husband's cock. It's fun being his whore, isn't it?”

Denise moaned about my dick.

“And your husband deserves this. Thirteen women. What a pig. He preyed on me. Seduced me when I was vulnerable and crying about my marriage. Can you believe that?”

Denise sucked harder, bobbing her mouth. I groaned, the pleasure surging up my dick, my balls tightening as the married woman sucked me before her crying cuckold. I grinned at Scott. He kept trying to look away, but couldn't.

A depraved fascination animated his face, keeping him watching his wife even as it twisted his guts. Pain wracked his expression. His hands squeezed the armrest of his recliner, the leather creaking beneath his fingers. I savored his humiliation, remembering that gut-sickening sight of his cum dripping out of my wife's cunt.

“That's it, whore,” I growled. “Show your husband how much you love my cock. Love me. You're happy to be my whore.”

Denise groaned, swirling her tongue about the crown of my dick. She wiggled her hips, bobbing her mouth, slurping, sucking. Her hands stroked the base of my dick and fondled my balls, massaging my nuts.

Eager for my cum.