by Poppet
I nod, still in love with his delectable accent.
Running a rough hand up my spine from the base, I arch into the caress, relishing the heat, the intimate touch, ten times more horny when he rests it in a casual hold on the back of my neck again, waiting for me to get comfortable and my hair out of my face before applying pressure, pinning me neck down to the soft duvet.
Something wet and warm rubs up and down across my opening, “Is this what you want?”
I nod.
“I can't hear you, Candace. Speak up or I'll bite you.”
Ooer, why does that sound so fucking erotic?
The slick warmth slips off me and the crack of a hand connecting stings my rump.
“I beg your pardon darling, what was it you were going to say?” he prompts.
“Yes! It's what I want!” I shout, breathlessness becoming an enemy in my prone state. I'm so on edge I'm struggling to inhale enough to fill my lungs.
The probing of his penis returns, the hand on my nape never once slackening. I'm wide open, my ass in the air, my face planted in the bed, my arms and hands useless to me in this position. He slips up and down over my opening, it's so viscous that I'm feeling him miss every time he applies pressure. He lowers the head of his dick, rubbing the slick lust around and around my clit. A penis can be throbbingly rigid but still feel soft, and manly, and awesome. I need it so much I'm shaking.
Rubbing over and over, my desire increases exponentially. Then just when I'm hoping he'll let me cum, he slips back up, dipping the head of his penis into my opening, then it continues up, slanting our lust over my backdoor. I clench automatically and get another hard slap for my reflex.
“If you ever pull away from me I'll tie you up by your hair and fuck you with with a cactus. Would you like that?”
I try to shake my head but can't, so squeak, “No.”
“Then be still, or the next wound you'll have is a bleeding shoulder after I bite you.”
Fuck! He's a hardcore control freak.
He goes back to rubbing his seductive heat across my vagina, and I'm not sure if I'm in for having my anal virginity popped, or if he's going to slide into the channel so slippery with aching lust that I wish I could just roll over and masturbate.
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Kenan:
Luke is right next to me, the camera focusing on my erect head, on my hand holding it, on her silky juiciness.
Releasing her neck I position my hands on her buttocks, planting my hands with my thumbs on her vaginal lips, pulling her wide open for a close up, sliding my dick in an angle, pressing against the bottom of her opening, oozing fluid, both of us, letting the camera go inside her before I do. Giving the voyeurs an extra touch, I slowly slide two fingers into her, pulling them back out and scissoring them in front of the camera. Proof positive that this chick is succulent and horny when moisture stretches with the motion, coating my fingers. Retaking my shaft in hand I shunt it in, slowly back out, then fast in I bury the balls to the babe, her blindfold making this all too easy.
I share a secretive grin with Luke and he struggles not to laugh. Walking backwards for a wide angle shot of me holding her, getting away in case he fucks up by laughing, I rest one hand on top of her back so the camera gets the full monty, keeping my body rigid so my abs look good, my arms and chest flexed as hard as my cock.
Maneuvering so my hand hooks her hip for the pull back, I relish the power. This position is my favorite, I could watch myself fucking in and out of a soft twat all day every day. She's tighter than my usual fare, and so syrupy it's like burying my penis in a jar of hot treacle.
She squeezes against my head every time I slide out, relaxing when I thrust back in, and I do, hard, with a squishy slap, ramming in and out, increasing pace, slowing down to draw it out, but god damn this view is just so glorious that no matter how hard I tense to stall, I blast my orgasm.
Shivering, my skin alive with the potent sensation, it's still a power trip fucking women without a condom. It's why I don't date, I don't have to with my calling. I savor knowing it's me coating inside her, blasted out at 28 mph, ejaculating sweet man juice in a place she can't take it away. She can't wipe it off, wash it out, or hide from the supremacy of the penis. My penis.
Luke nods, retreating back behind the curtains to man the hidden cameras for the rest of the show. Staying deep inside her I rest on her, covering her spine with my front, with my pounding pulse, catching my breath by resting cheek to cheek, whispering so only she'll hear, “You're so fucking sexy.”
She stays silent and still, so I undo her cuffs and pull her up with me when I stand, staying inside her and sitting both of us, forcing her to rest against me.
Wriggling back until I'm leaning against the well padded headboard, I arrange her so her legs are outside mine, our knees tented, my legs holding her wide open in perfect alignment with the camera opposite the bed.
“You haven't cum with me inside you,” I accuse in her ear. “Relax against me, do not interfere.”
She sags, turning her head so her cheekbone is supported by my shoulder and chest. Her inhalations are so broken I wonder if she's having an adverse reaction to the female manna we administered to her after the little fun we had in the hall. They have to be relaxed and drunk enough to lose their fight, and this pink pill was concocted by god's pharmacy to make little ladies hornier than the whore of heaven.
Holding an arm around her middle, my penis still within her so I can feel when she cums without needing to rely on her testimony, I use my free hand to softly agitate the lady penis under a cloak of soft delicate flesh. It's smaller than my fingernail but it's a button easy to deploy.
I don't stop, constantly agitating it with minimum pressure, circling left and right and left and right and left and right until she pushes deeply into my touch, shimmering her slick suction in short squeezes around my cock, the contractions so intense that I get hard again. She holds her breath on the pinnacle and lets out an impressive gasp when she orgasms.
I want to fuck her again.
Resting my hand between her breasts I enjoy the thundering of her heartbeat. “Did you enjoy that, little doll?” I purr, feeling smug that I have the master's dynamic touch. It took a lot of practice but here I am, the king of the carnal theatre.
She nods, and I note she has trouble licking her lips.
“Need a drink, baby?” I ask, sitting us up and sliding her off me.
“Please.”
Leaning close, pulling her between my legs where I sit on the linen, I remove the blindfold, cupping her chin and sucking her dry mouth into mine, running my tongue across her bottom lip, snaking my tongue across hers, holding the back of her neck, rubbing my thumb up and down the length of its side.
I have a thing for necks. So easy to snap, so fragile, so sensitive. So easy to collar.
Three soft sucks on the edge of her mouth and I break the kiss, giving her my seduction stare, knowing the charm is injected into my eyes, coating her worry with praise, “You are fucktastic. Sexy, hot, juicy, the wettest I've ever had. You were made for me, girl.”
Her eyelids droop and she struggles to detach them to return my stare. She's drowsy, I must make haste.
Stepping off the bed I stride to the bar fridge with my dick still standing to throbbing attention, grabbing the fruity cocktail for her and a whiskey for me. This time I face her when I sit down, planting my fists either side of her hips after she takes her drink and finishes it in one. She was indeed parched. All the liquid in her body came out the other end tonight. I slug my whiskey in the same manner, then plant my hand on her chest and force her to recline on the pillows once I relinquish the tumbler to the bedside table.
She watches me, disinclined to talk. Probably waiting for an instruction. Releasing the nipple caps, I absently thumb the hard nubs. She flinches deeper into the bed, crossing her arms over her heavy breasts.
“Does it hurt?” I smile, keeping my tone reassuring and warm.
“Yes.”
This is day one and she's done well. No crying, pleading, or screaming. There are other church members who fulfill the smack her around quota, I'm relieved I won't be added to that demographic's list.
Keeping her wrists captive, I slide inside her again, missionary, riding the canal of lust until I quiver from my balls to my scalp. The camera loves missionary for obvious reasons, the clench and burn, the thrust, the grunts, for it's biblical connotation, and this time I'm not acting. The rapture rides my balls, bleeding my dick out inside her, her tightness so smooth and warm, feeling so good I wish I could flop down and sleep on top of her, hidden where I belong.
Pulling her into my arms, I lie us down, spooning with her, hiding my cock in the gap at the top of her legs, knowing that after this romantic rest I'll be taking her again, and again.
Kissing her nape, I plant my chin in the crook of her neck, watching the arm wrapped with mine erupt in goosebumps from my stubble.
So fucking sensitive.
Fingers entwined, arms wrapped around her, I watch the lights slowly dim while Luke executes the fade out.
Now we're alone.
Finally I'm alone with the hottest cunt this side of planet Earth.
~ Chapter 5 ~
The share of the community was the same as that for the
soldiers: 337,500 sheep and goats, 36,000 cattle, 30,500 donkeys, and 16,000 virgins. From this share Moses took one out of every fifty prisoners and animals, and as the Lord had
commanded, gave them to the Levites who were in charge of
the Lord's Tent.
~Numbers 31:41/42
Kenan:
Now that our latest acquisition is fast asleep, I test the waters by trying to rouse her. She's out, the drugs having taken full effect with the administered alcohol. Good, now I can cart her home, lock her in, and have a word with the security sect. Taking my time to dress, I pop my head into the camera room when I'm done, saying, “Cheers Luke, I'll see you guys at sermon. I have to get this girl home and in lockdown.”
With earphones on, editing tonight's take, he gives me a nod and a thumb's up, too focussed to care. Smiling at my latest performance for Biblical Porn, for those who know that we do not sin in our duties to the Lord but who follow his laws and appreciate our efforts, who worship the words of the Supreme, who live in obedience, I laugh.
We have such a huge following because this is an underground sect of worshippers dedicated to keeping their relationships pure. Our sermons in the church are digitally recorded for a worldwide audience of almost one billion clandestine followers. It isn't sinful, it is instructive, it is viewed in private, and it is in accordance to his divine guidance.
Those who follow god only do what is right when they explore the bodies of each other, tasting and touching the body made in His image. A man has dominion Genesis 3:16 , and it's my role to remind men that they are in control, and when he takes control his woman will fall in line because she needs his strong hand to instruct her in god's ways; in his laws and doctrine.
After he falls asleep, go and lift the covers and lie down at his feet. He will tell you what to do. Ruth 3:4
Even the bible makes it plain as day, they are to lie with us, and we are to tell them what to do. Simple.
Our work in the bedrooms here in the mansion serve as tutorial CD's for Christian Couples Rectification Therapy, bought online and viewed in the privacy of home, so women can relearn how to please and submit to their men, and men are once again empowered to discipline and save the ones they love from sin. Hebrews 12:6
This fucking PC world and it's gender empowerment issues are in direct contrast to the laws of god. God did not make us equal, he made woman for man Genesis 2:21, woman was made for man's sake 1 Corinthians 11:9. It is our duty to brid(e)le them, to cleave into them, to become one flesh through penetration Genesis 2:24, to discipline and punish should they fall from god's divine grace with their innate flaws of disobedience. Ezekiel 7:4
She was made for us to carnally drill, and it feels so good because it is his perfect plan for mankind. She feels like heaven on a penis because she was made for the express purpose of copulation, to sheath our manhood, a wasteland we're meant to fill with the absolution only male cum can deliver. Her vibrator can't absolve her of her sin, only the real deal can. God provided her to us and that is why when we're inside her she feels so perfect. God made her to please us, perfectly, to feel right and good, and we want more and more because she was god's first gift to us, his sons.
She is your gift, unwrap her, indulge in her, plunder her slick sweet pudenda, take your fill and relish the gift your god has bestowed on you. A gift does not have the right to rebuke you for taking what god provided to you. She was given, therefore she can't say no, she doesn't have the right. Only god can take back the gift, and he hasn't. She is ours, one hundred percent yours and mine, we each have one, or two, or three, and we can enjoy our gift from god as we see fit. For the wife does not have exclusive authority and control over her own body, but the husband has his rights 1 Corinthians 7:2, - and the unbelieving wife is sanctified by the husband 1 Corinthians 7:14.
We save them from sin when we fuck them, it can't get any plainer than that. Why do women think men will be complacent and compliant to their agenda, to their servitude to satan, trying to rule our boardrooms, our bedrooms, our government! They sin when they do! Women were not allowed to speak in church because they have no authority or equality in His eyes. 1 Corinthians 14:34
They were made to stand at our side, for us to cover their nakedness with the cloak Ruth 3:9 / Ezekiel 16:8 of our spirit which resides inside us 1 Corinthians 3:16 / Numbers 27:16 / Proverbs 20:27, and we all know that God is spirit and we're his mirror image John 4:24, and that women are to do as they're told 1 Corinthians 11:10. Their demands are inconsequential, they aren't recognized or acknowledged because only men have authority. Mankind has made a grave error in granting women authority in society. Women are now under the misguided notion that they have power, they now think they have the right to order men around. Female bosses having male secretaries, women commanding men at work, my god what an abomination.
Do you suppose that I came to bring peace to the world? No, not peace, but division. Luke 12:51
It's damn ridiculous that there is even a gap in the market to return male power back to the head of the household, to restore his place, to use the might god instilled in him to reinforce the hierarchy of coupling, to remind men of their gender role, their duty. We do not bow to the will of women, we submit to the will of god. How dare they assume to usurp His commands with their satanic demands.
We are made in his image which means when they submit to our bodies, to our instructions, to our ineffable guidance, they are submitting to god himself. How can men let their women sin, endlessly, by letting them rule anything at all! Every decision she makes should include her male patriarch, and he gets the final word. She requires permission, and if he tells her to bend over and enjoy it she fucking will, or god has to correct her deficiencies. Hebrews 12:6 Through us. His first human creation. Men.
You shall not bow down to them or serve them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God. Deuteronomy 5:8
I am fornicating for god, I am helping him restore divine order and alleviate sin, we are taking back this world in the quiet privacy of homes, behind closed doors, so that worshippers no longer feel pressured to conform to this world satan's dominated, the world satan is ruling, putting women in the way, stealing work from men, giving them smart mouths and such freedom that they believe they have the authority to scorn a man for his god given spousal rights.
Do not refuse and deprive a
nd defraud each other of your due marital rights - resume marital relations, lest Satan tempt you to sin through your lack of restraint of sexual desire.1 Corinthians 5 / Exodus 19:15
She comes from man Genesis 2:23, how easily they forget that little detail. Without us having god create them for us they would still be dust under a tree. They wouldn't exist if Adam hadn't pined for a companion. We had god make you for us, and we have his power to unmake you. Bitches! Satan's scourge!
The Son of God appeared for this very reason, to destroy what the devil had done.1 John 3 vs 8
They are commanded to be obedient, according to the law! Throwing tantrums and withholding sex in a psychological grudge match isn't being obedient to men at all, it's unbiblical, and it makes them sinners because it goes against god's command. Bend those cunts over and show them who god made first! Who god bestowed the greatest of his might to. Show them who god made the head of the house, the head of woman. Leave her no room to question either your authority or your power; the power god breathed into you.
Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife. Ephesians 5:22.
They are to treat us as they would god! Submit to him as unto the Lord. When they say no to us what they are truly doing is rebuking god in favor of satan. How dare they! Such outrage should not be permitted whatsoever. Submit! Why do I have a lifetime of work as a porn star reminding men how to get their wives to submit, reminding them of how with the right touch and the right words, stated and reinforced with authority, and they do. We have to forge in them obedience, using force and employing the weaknesses god instilled in them for us. It is our duty to save them from sin through penetration. Her mouth, her snatch, her anus, it doesn't matter, put it in her and save her soul. It's your duty!
He made them easy to overpower for a reason. Yet so many men cower to the will of a woman, and then have the cheek to label themselves believers and followers. No, they are not. Until the woman is under his authority 1 Corinthians 14:34 they do not follow the natural order of coupling.
