Affliction
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Copyright 2013 Baron LeSade
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and those involved in sexual situations are over the age of eighteen. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. No responsibility or liability is assumed or accepted by the author for any claimed financial losses and/or damages sustained to persons from the use of the information used in this publication, personal or otherwise, either directly or indirectly. While every effort has been made to ensure reliability and accuracy of the information within, all liability, negligence or otherwise, from any misuse or abuse of the operation of any methods, strategies, instructions or ideas contained in the material herein, is the sole responsibility of the reader. By reading past this point you are accepting these terms and conditions and acknowledging that you are eighteen.
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WARNING!
This is not my standard fare. This is a story of degradation, bondage and sadism. It was written at a time when I was feeling a little angry at the world…
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Affliction
Gloria had just stepped out of the shower when she heard the garage door open. Donald was back. That had been close, she thought, wrapping her robe around her and hurrying down to the guest room. She and David had just finished another session of lovemaking not thirty minutes earlier. It had been wonderful, as usual. He had met her at the door when she got home from work. He had been naked. He had given her a single red rose and they had made love right there on the floor by the front door. It was a good thing that Donald hadn't come home or he would have had to step over them to get into the house.
Smiling to herself, she slipped into the bed and pretended to be reading as she heard Donald clomping down the hallway.
Then she heard him stop outside the door. She saw the door ease open.
"Hi," Donald said, sticking his head into the room.
"Hi," she coldly said.
"I would like to talk to you," he said, "as soon as I put my things up. If you don't mind?"
"Sure, I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Whatever," she said, turning back to her book.
Listening to him trudge down the hall to their room, she wondered what he wanted. Maybe he had had a change of heart and wanted her back in his bed. She hoped not. She had a lover now. A man who could satisfy all of her deviant needs in so many ways. She could never fall back in love with Donald. David had usurped his place in Gloria's heart and bed.
Finally, she heard Donald coming back.
She watched him step into the room and sit down in the chair next to the bed.
She could see that he hadn't shaven and she could smell the stench of his unwashed body. If she hadn't been repulsed before, she was now.
"I've been thinking about us," he started out.
She didn't answer him.
"I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you," he said.
"What?" she growled.
"I think if you join our church and pray for forgiveness and help," he went on seemingly unaware of her rancor, "I think that the Lord can help you overcome your affliction."
"Affliction," she snarled.
"Yes, your affliction. Your gluttony when it comes to sex."
"You're joking…aren't you?" she sputtered, "Aren't you?"
"That demon inside of you must be expunged. It must cast out and the Lord is the only one that can do that."
She couldn't speak. She just sat there staring at him with her mouth open.
"That demon inside of you is even reaching out and trying to touch me," he proclaimed, sweat starting to drip down his fat cheeks as he worked himself into a lather.
"And the Lord is your only salvation. Come, pray with me now."
"That’s it! Get out. Just get the fuck out of my room," she warned him. "Get out before I do something we'll both regret."
"The Lord can save you," he went on reaching for her hand.
"Get out," she screeched as she drew back and slapped his face as hard as she could.
Her hand was stinging from the force of the blow as she watched his arrogance melt into shock. She could see the flushed red imprint of her hand on his cheek as he struggled up out of the chair.
"You'll regret this," he grunted, lurching out of the room and slamming the door behind him...
~~~
Gloria sat at her desk unable to concentrate on her work. Again, but for a different reason this time. She was tired. She had gotten very little sleep last night. What was she going to do about Donald? She knew that a divorce was the only answer, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to that point just yet...
But after last night, she didn't know how much more of him she could stomach.
Just then there was a light tap on her door.
"Yes, come in," she said, picking up a pen and acting as if she was busy working.
"Good morning, Gloria," she heard Reggie Phipps say as he stepped into her office and closed the door behind him.
Oh, no, he is going to come on to her again, she thought as she watched him step over to her desk. But what was he doing with a video cassette in his hand? He's not going to ask her to watch a pornographic movie with him? Oh, God, how depraved.
"Oh, Reggie," she smiled up at him, "Oh, Reggie, I'm sorry about this weekend, but David got sick and I had to stay home with him. I hope you understand."
"Of course. Those things happen," he said, "But I'm afraid that I didn't come down here to discuss that."
"Oh?"
"I'm afraid that I have some very bad news for you."
"Oh?' she foolishly repeated herself.
"Yes." He explained, "One of our clients came to me asking me to handle his divorce for him."
"Yes?"
"He had suspicions about his wife messing around on him, so he had her followed by a private investigator."
Gloria waited silently.
"Seems that the investigator knew the owner of the motel the pair frequented and the investigator caught the wife and her preacher in some rather awkward positions with his VCR."
"So what does that have to do with me?"
"I hate to be the one to tell you," he went on, setting the cassette down on her desk, "but I'm afraid that Donald is the preacher."
"What? Donald? Preacher?" she sputtered.
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
"I can't believe this..."
"I couldn't either," he apologized, tapping the cassette, "but it is all here on this tape."
She couldn't speak as she stared down at the black rectangle of plastic sitting on her desk.
"I asked the client if I could have twenty-four hours before we did anything and he agreed."
"Huh?"
"So you have twenty-four hours to figure out what you want to do."
She couldn't speak. Her mind was do
ing somersaults. How could Donald have done anything so stupid?
"I'm sorry, Gloria," Reggie said, turning toward the door, "but I'll have leave you to sort out your dilemma. Go ahead and take the day off. Let me know tomorrow what you want to do."
"Huh, uh, okay," she mumbled, "And thanks."
"No one else in the firm knows," he said, opening the door, "it is just between you and me for the moment."
Maybe she would have to repay his kindness someday, she thought. How absurd. Her whole life seemed to be crumbling down around her and she was thinking about going to bed with her boss. Oh, the power of the demon, Sex, she thought as she picked up her the cassette, shoved it in her purse and headed out the door.
"Amy, I'm taking the day," she said as she walked by her secretary.
"Uh, okay."
"In fact, have my calls transferred to another secretary and you take the day off, too. With pay."
"Sure thing, Ms. Mallory," the secretary trilled...
~~~
The house echoed with the tap of Gloria's heels on the tile floor as she tramped into the recreation room. Stopping in front of the VCR, she slipped the cassette inside and flicked it on. Walking back to the couch, she flicked her heels off and sat down on the couch. Curling her long, graceful legs up underneath her, she watched as a picture slowly formed on the screen.
"Yes, the Lord knows of the weakness of your flesh," she heard Donald say.
On the screen, Donald was standing in front of an older woman who was sitting on the bed. It looked like they were in some cheap motel room.
"And he has sent me to help you with your affliction..."
"Praise the Lord," the woman chanted as Donald reached down and began unbuttoning the woman's blouse.
"He will cleanse you through me..."
"Praise him..."
Donald peeled the woman's blouse off and quickly popped the catch on her brassiere.
"Yes, through me he will send his life cleansing waters..."
The woman's big, floppy tits spilled out into the open like two giant melons as Donald wrapped his hands around them.
"Can you feel the power of the Lord..."
"Oh, Yes. Praise the Lord," the lady gushed out as Donald tweaked the big, swollen nipples jutting out of the mountains of flesh.
"You must drink of the Lord's healing waters to be cleansed..."
"Oh, Yes, drink the waters," she droned on.
"Drink from my fountain. Drink the Lord's cleansing waters from my fountain..."
"Yes, Praise the Lord. To drink from your fountain. Drink his cleansing waters," she echoed him as he released her tits, letting them flop back down on her chest.
Then, with a swiftness she didn't know he possessed, Donald unsnapped his pants and let them drop to the floor. As he did, his thick, fat cock flopped out into the open.
"You must anoint my fountain to bring forth the cleansing waters..."
"Praise the Lord..."
With a look of reverence, the woman reached out and took hold of Donald's flaccid prick. Lifting it up, she leaned down and sucked it into her mouth.
"Yes. Yes. Anoint its holiness with your mouth and tongue..."
Gloria watched on in utter disbelief as the woman hungrily devoured Donald's cock. As she did, it slowly began to grow.
"Oh. Yes. Anoint the Lord's holy Scepter with your warmth and love..."
It took only moments for Donald's prick to reach its full height and girth, jutting out some seven inches long. The older woman eagerly stroked his big, meaty staff with her lips as he looked down at her with arrogant pride on his face.
"Suc, uh, anoint it, oh yes, anoint it with your sweet loving lips..."
Gloria could see the veins standing out in her husband’s neck as he rocked his hips back and forth in rhythm with the woman's bobbing head. Sweat was trickling down his fat jowls and dripping down onto his shirt as he reached down and took the woman's head in his hands.
"The waters, the waters are coming..."
Then holding her head between his hands, he began to fuck her face, driving his cock even deeper into her mouth and throat on every lunge forward.
Gloria could hear the woman gagging, but saw that she made no effort to stop the rape of her face.
Suddenly, Donald jerked the woman's head back away from his bouncing cock.
"Are you prepared to accept the waters?" he asked her, his rigid ripeness twitching right in front of the woman's wide eyes. "Take the cleansing waters into your soul and wash away your sins?"
"OhyespraisethelordIwanttodrinkthewaters," she gushed out in one quick gasp.
"Then, drink of the Lord's cleansing waters," Donald snorted, jerking her head forward and impaling her mouth on his stiff cock.
"Drink them deep and hard..." he gasped, shoving his cock into her mouth at the same instant he grabbed her hair and pulled her onto him.
Gloria heard the woman gag loudly as Donald's prick slammed down into her throat, but she made no effort to escape.
"Aiennnnnnnhhhh! Aiennnnnnnhhhh! Aiennnnnnnhhhh!" Donald squealed again and again as his hips shook and jiggled obscenely. He was quickly emptying his balls into the woman's ravenous mouth and throat. He held her face shoved down into his hairy crotch as his fat ass jerked and jerked.
At last, his ass stopped quivering and he pulled the woman's head back up off his slowly deflating penis.
The woman slowly let Donald's shrunken penis slither out of her mouth.
"Oh, do you feel cleansed?" Donald asked her as his cock plopped out of her mouth.
"Oh, Yes, I feel cleansed..."
"Do you feel saved..."
"Oh, Yes, I feel saved..."
"Praise the Lord," Donald groaned, pulling the woman to her feet and taking her in his arms.
"Praise the Lord," the woman whispered as they embraced.
"I think that the Lord is pleased," Donald told her gently kissing her on her cum-smeared lips.
"Praise the Lord," the woman mewed.
"In fact," Donald went on importantly, "I think the Lord wants me to anoint your sacred place with his waters the next time."
"Oh, Praise the Lord," the woman happily sang, "I am ready for the Lord to anoint the sacred place between my legs with his cleansing waters. To rid them of the unholy gluttony..."
"But, we must wait for two weeks," Donald went on, "for the Lord's cleansing waters to grow in strength..."
"Oh, yes, Praise the Lord..."
Then in a flurry of activity, the pair dressed and departed, leaving the camera staring into the empty room...
Gloria was in shock. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Her dear, religious husband getting his rocks of in the name of the Lord. God, how hypocritical could he be? And keeping the woman waiting for the next cleansing while he recuperated for two weeks. The sniveling little rat...
~~~
Two hours and three drinks later, Gloria came up with the grand plan. The plan to solve all of her problems at once. Another trip to Frederick's, a quick shower, and she was ready...
Finally, three-thirty rolled around. She knew that David would be coming home from school any minute.
Going to the front door wearing only a thin, flowing gown, she peeked out and saw David hurrying up the street toward their house. She could see that he was smiling expectantly. Grinning to herself, she peeled back the gown and let it float to the floor. Watching, she waited until David stepped up to the door and reached for the knob before she opened the door.
"Well, hello Lover," she drawled, bending a knee and stretching her arm up the edge of the door as she struck a provocative pose, "Glad you're home."
"God, Mom," David, laughed quickly glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching, "what if someone saw you?"
"Oh, don't be such a ninny," she laughed, shoving the door shut and pressing herself against him. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Fuck, yes," he blathered, dropping his book bag and pulling her into his arms.
"Really?" She mischievously grinned, gently kissing him on the lips.
"See, I can't think of anything else," he said, gently pressing his rock hard cock against her stomach.
"Oh, nice," she laughed stepping back away from him and dropping to her knees in front of him.
Quickly unbuckling his belt, she unsnapped his pants as she looked up at him with a devilish smile on her lips.
"I haven't eaten all day," she snickered, grabbing his pants and jerking them down to his knees. "And, I am very, very hungry."
David just stood leering down at her as she pulled his shorts down letting his big, ripe cock spring out into the open.
Even before it had a chance to stop bouncing up and down, she pounced on it and sucked it into her mouth.
David watched on in perverted delight as his mother hungrily devoured his throbbing cock. God, what a way to be greeted. Life was good...
After Gloria had teased David to the point of eruption, she stopped sucking on him and let his prick slither out of her mouth. Licking her sparkling red lips, she stood up and took his hand.
"Damn, Mom, aren't you going to finish what you started?" David groaned as he felt her tugging him into the kitchen.
"Why, I thought you might like a snack, too," she lecherously grinned as she sat down on the table.
Grabbing his shirt, she tugged him down to his knees in front of her. Lifting her legs, she rested her feet on his shoulders and slowly pulled his face down toward the drooling pit between her legs. Her readiness was evident by the stream of nectar leaking out of her steaming cunt.
Grinning eagerly, David buried his face in the hot, wet softness between her ivory thighs. Regaling in the pungent perfume of her overheated womanhood, he rubbed his face in the beauty of her ripe womanhood.
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