Feature Writer: Switch Blayde

Feature Title: SATAN’S SON 1

Published: 25.04.2008

Story Codes: Mind Control, MF, Mf, mF, NC, Heterosexual, Cuckold, Incest,  Caution

Synopsis: Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Or does it? Will good triumph over evil? Or is absolute power irresistible? Just imagine being able to control anyone — neighbors, teachers, cheerleaders, strangers, mothers and their children, people you desire, people you detest. What would you do? Follow one boy’s journey.

 

Satan’s Son 1

It was a musky, stale smell that permeated the dingy room, hanging in the air like an invisible cloud. Boring beige paint unsuccessfully camouflaged the smudges on the walls left over from neglect. In the background, sounds of grunting and skin slapping against skin burst from the old television playing one of the many porn channels offered.

Mary Mangolin’s chest rose and fell with each deep breath, sweat trickling like a brook through the valley between her breasts. She filled her lungs and let it out slowly in a prolonged swoosh of air. And then she took another deep breath, the release tickling her lips. Sprawled on the damp mattress, the distraught woman attempted to bring her legs together, but all her strength had been drained. She felt the leakage and clamped her eyes tight, but it was a losing battle. Sperm began dribbling and then flowing copiously from her red and swollen pussy. That shattered the dam holding back her tears which now ran freely down both sides of her face.

What have I done? she thought, her mind screaming accusingly.

Staring at the peeling paint, it took movement beside her to wrench her eyes from the ceiling. Her head turned slowly. In stark contrast, the man was breathing normally. He wasn’t even sweating! How could he have fucked me so hard and not show it? A huge smile broke out on the man’s face as if he had read her thoughts and Mary blushed. She wanted to snap her legs together — she wanted to cover her naked body — she wanted to look away — but she couldn’t.

The man shifted again, rising onto his elbow and leaning over Mary. His mouth captured the side of her pliant breast and nipped the flesh with his teeth, and then sucked hard. An uncontrolled moan escaped Mary’s parted lips. She wanted him to stop, but couldn’t tell him to, not even when he shifted and began sucking another area. He’s purposely making hickies. How will I explain hickies on my breasts to my husband? Oh lord, my husband! I betrayed Jim! How could I?

Mary’s hand slowly rose and cupped the back of the man’s head, holding it softly as she moaned like a whore. It was so wrong — but it felt so good.

“Oh god!” Mary cried out when he bit her nipple.

“God has nothing to do with it!”

When the man’s mouth moved from her tit to speak, Mary felt a sudden emptiness. She pulled his head back down, knowing he would leave more marks. She’d figure something to tell her husband, but right now she needed the stranger’s touch.

The man moved again, climbing partway onto her body. Mary felt his soft dick on her thigh, wet with their combined fluids. A sigh attested to her recollection of how hard it had pounded in and out of her pussy. Ashamed, she remembered how she had screamed, “Harder! Deeper! Faster!” as her own hips lifted to meet each thrust. Never had she acted that way with another man, not even her husband. “Cum in me,” she had shouted when her third orgasm was upon her, locking her legs around the stranger’s body.

What was she doing there? Her husband of just two days was deep sea fishing. She had convinced him to go.

“But it’s our honeymoon,” he had said. “I want to be with you.”

“Honey, it’s always been your dream. When will you have the chance again? At least anytime soon. Look, it must be fate. What are the odds that someone would stop us on the street and give us such a deal because of a last minute cancellation? I’ll just hang around the hotel and be waiting for you when you come back.”

Her husband knew she was right. He’d have sold his soul to catch a swordfish, and it seemed like an offer he couldn’t refuse. So since it was okay with his new bride, he would go.

Jim had left very early and Mary quickly fell back asleep. When she awoke she stretched on the big bed, extending her arms straight into the air with fingers spread. Curling and uncurling her toes, Mary smiled only as a newlywed could. She felt wonderful. Her stomach gurgled a good morning causing her to giggle like the young girl she was. She had just graduated high school, got married, and hopped on a plane to Aruba. She stretched again and then washed up, put on a pair of shorts and tee-shirt, and went to the restaurant for breakfast — not a care in the world.

She had just signed the check when she spotted the man. There was something about him that caused her to stare. The “tall, dark, and handsome” cliché seemed to have been created for him. Mary found herself breathing rapidly, almost panting, as her eyes were locked on the stranger. When he looked up and smiled, Mary gasped. He seemed to be able to read her mind. Her eyes instantly dropped to the table. She felt as nervous and insecure as she had the first time she was with a boy in that awkward moment when they realized there were differences between the sexes.

“Hello,” the man said in a booming, authoritative voice.

Mary’s eyes rose and locked on his. His almost black eyes were piercing, as if he could see into her soul. She desperately wanted to return to the safety of her room, but when he held out his hand she obediently took it and stood. Silently, he led her to his car and they drove away. Confused, but somehow not afraid, Mary wanted to ask him where they were going, but the words never came forth — even when he led her into the dingy room in the shabby motel.

The man guided her to the bed where she timidly sat on the edge. She had been married just two days, in love with her husband, and was sitting on a bed in a stranger’s room. Everything was happening in slow motion as the man walked to the TV and turned it on. It took a moment for the picture tube to warm up, but the sound came on instantly filling the room with grunts and moans; and then the screen brightened. Mary stared at the image of a woman on her hands and knees being fucked from behind while she sucked the long cock of a prone man. It should have disgusted her, and it would have at any other time, but Mary felt a tingle between her legs and her breathing quickened.

The man sat beside her on the bed and draped an arm across her shoulders. In silence, the two watched the porn movie, Mary getting more aroused with each passing second. So much so that when the man’s hand cupped her breast, she leaned her head against his body and sighed loudly instead of pushing his hand away.

Mary felt an urge to see the stranger’s cock. Is it as big as the man getting a blowjob? Mary had never thought anything like that before, but she had never behaved this way either.

Fumbling with his belt, she undid the stranger’s pants. She pushed and pulled, getting frustrated until he lifted off the bed. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Mary yanked his pants down his legs and off. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

There it was. His cock! Long and thick! But soft.

Mary lowered her face to his lap and licked his dick like a dog would the side of your face. The flat of her tongue swiped at his cock while she held it against his belly. Disappointed that it didn’t instantly harden, Mary stuffed the dick into her mouth and sucked noisily. His cock grew so rapidly that it filled her throat, causing her to gag and jerk her head back.

“Don’t stop. Take it all.” Mary looked up into the man’s black eyes, enthralled by his irresistible voice. “Go on, take it all.”

Mary’s brow furrowed. His lips weren’t moving but she heard him crystal clear. Shrugging, she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the long, hard cock. Leaning forward, her tightly pressed lips slid down the shaft. She felt her gagging reflex kick in, but was compelled to continue — to do what the man demanded. Forcing herself to breathe through her nose, Mary’s nostrils flared like a bull’s ready to charge as her head continued downward, feeling the long cock slide into her throat. Holding him like that, her eyes rose to seek approval. His smile caused a rush of warmth through her body into the very depths of her soul.

Mary’s mouth vigorously slid up and down the warm cock, her lips clinging to the saliva soaked shaft. Her nose continually crashed into his pubic hair, but she gagged only occasionally. She was fucking his dick with her throat, something she had never done — or even considered doing. And then Mary suddenly stopped. Hot semen blasted down her throat. This time she couldn’t refrain from choking as the gooey liquid spewed from her mouth and out her nose. She choked and coughed, trying to keep from drowning on the stranger’s sperm.

Catching her breath, Mary wiped her mouth and nose with the back of her hand. Tasting sperm for the first time, she kept swallowing, trying to rid her mouth of the substance. In the background, she heard the actor in the porn movie yell out, “Yeah, drink it, slut!” which brought her back to reality. She was in a motel room with a stranger on her honeymoon, and had just sucked his cock, swallowing his semen like a slut.

Mary felt rage and guilt, and was about to stand up and storm out of the room when the man’s hand rested on the top of her head. He wasn’t holding her down. In fact, his hand was just barely touching her. But Mary remained on her knees like an obedient dog.

“Take off your clothes. I want to see your naked body.”

Mary was appalled. She knew she should bolt from the room and run like a rabbit until safely at her hotel, but she pulled her tee-shirt over her head as she stood. Her bra was quickly tossed onto the tattered, stained carpet, and then she opened and pushed down her shorts and panties in one motion. Stepping out of them, Mary stood in front of the man with her hands at her sides. She was showing him her naked body. She didn’t want to, and couldn’t understand why she had undressed, but didn’t attempt to cover her nudity.

Aghast, with eyes wide open and her breath held, Mary watched the man’s hand coming closer, and when his fingers pinched her right nipple it felt like an electrical shock. Her body shuddered, her eyes closed, and she moaned. When he moved to her other nipple, Mary looked at the abandoned one and saw it standing erect. And then she felt the same sensation in her left nipple.

“They’re ready to be sucked. Go on, suck your nipples,” the man said.

Cupping the underside of both breasts and pushing them up, Mary lowered her chin and captured one nipple between her lips. She had never done it before, but sucked like a hungry, newborn baby. Mary’s head shifted back and forth as she switched from one hard nipple to the other.

“Finger yourself. Make yourself cum.”

Although shocked, Mary’s hand dropped between her legs and her finger slipped into her hole. She couldn’t believe how wet she was as her slick digit moved in and out. No one had ever seen her masturbate — no one! And now she was doing it in front of a complete stranger. But it felt better than it had ever felt before and, even though it disgusted her to perform such a lewd, humiliating act, she added a second finger. Her knees bent and moved outward, providing her hand the freedom it needed, and then the ball of her palm pressed against her clit as two fingers sunk all the way inside. Placing her free hand on the man’s knee for support, Mary’s hips humped, fucking her fingers and crushing her clit against her hand. With a loud squeal, she screamed as the most powerful orgasm of her life consumed her. Dropping to one knee, she rested the side of her face on the back of the hand still holding onto the man’s leg. Her shoulders rose and fell with each deep breath.

The hand on her arm caused Mary to look up. It only took a slight tug for her to rise and climb onto the bed, scooting to the middle. Lying on her back, Mary watched the stranger remove his remaining clothing, and when he joined her on the bed she immediately spread her legs. She knew it was wrong, especially when he crawled between them, but her legs remained open.

Mary’s eyes widened. The man’s cock was still hard, jutting from below his flat belly, pointing at her like an accusing finger. She wanted to be back in her own room with her husband — she wanted to fight off the stranger — she wanted… Oh god, I want his cock inside me!

Unconsciously, her knees moved outward, straining the ligaments of her inner thighs. She was offering her cunt to him, something reserved only for her husband. But at that moment she felt empty without the stranger’s cock, needing the hole plugged to prevent her very being from escaping.

As the man leaned forward his cock bumped into her. But time was short. She only had seconds to live, unless she could plug the hole. Her hand swiftly moved between their bodies and grabbed his hard cock. The fat cock-head nudged her labia out of the way as she angled it down, and then it was at the opening — just touching it. But it wasn’t inside, not sealing the hole, preventing her life and soul from flowing from her body.

“Put it in! I’m begging you, put it inside me!” the frantic woman shouted as she tugged on the man’s cock.

And then all the air emptied from her lungs in a loud whoosh as his hips thrust forward, sinking his large cock inside her. Her life was saved! The hole was plugged!

However, new sensations immediately filled Mary’s body. Her pussy was on fire, craving the cock inside her. Digging her heels into the mattress, she thrust her hips up, again and again and again.

“Fuck me!” she cried out. “Please, I need it!”

The man’s hips slowly pulled back, withdrawing most of his cock, and then, just as slowly, he slid his cock back inside her.

Mary screamed at the top of her lungs, “Harder! Deeper! Faster!”

Mary’s closed eyes didn’t see the smirk, but it was there nonetheless. The man began moving, gradually speeding up his pile-driving cock. Mary could no longer speak. Only grunts and partial words came out of her mouth. Her head moved from side to side as the cock inside her seemed to grow larger, filling her up more. Faster and faster his cock plowed into her, driving into her with inhuman speed.

Mary climaxed — and climaxed again — yet the man continued to fuck her. Her legs flew into the air and fell onto his back, her ankles locked together. She bucked under him, and then she felt her third climax approaching.

“Cum in me!” she shouted, gripping his body tightly with her legs.

As soon as Mary felt the hot sperm spurt deep into her body, her orgasm exploded. She cried out — her body twitched — her fists banged the mattress — her legs locked around his body as she pulled her ass off the bed to force the cock deeper inside her. Colored lights flashed in her head using the inside of her eyelids as a screen. She felt dizzy, weak, exhausted. And then the man rolled off her, leaving her sprawled on her back. When she opened her eyes she couldn’t move and just stared at the pealing paint on the ceiling.

And now, now that it was done, she felt guilty. But the man was sucking on her breasts leaving hickies that she’d have to explain to her husband, and she wasn’t fighting him. In fact, her hand was on the back of his head, guiding his mouth to new places to leave more marks. And the feeling of his wet cock on her thigh was stirring feelings inside her again, desires she had never felt before.

Mary was ashamed, but she couldn’t resist whispering, “Fuck me again.”

To Mary’s shock, the man rolled onto his back, abandoning her in her time of need. If she had been in a rational state of mind she would have wondered how she was suddenly capable of moving as she sat up. Mary’s eyes pleaded with the man, but he simply smiled, and then his eyes motioned toward his groin. Mary looked down at his soft dick. Oh, he can’t do it yet. But I must have him back inside me, I must!

Not that he would have, but if Mary’s husband had asked her to suck his cock right after fucking and cumming inside her, she would have thought him to be a perverted, disgusting beast. But on her own, she stuffed the stranger’s slimy cock into her mouth. She tasted their combined fluids, but it didn’t matter. She needed his cock inside her and it had to be hard to fuck her. That’s all that mattered.

Mary licked, sucked, and jerked off the man’s cock — doing anything and everything to bring back the erection. It seemed to take forever, and panic set in. Mary needed the cock inside her. She didn’t know why, but she did. And the only way to accomplish that was for it to be stiff. So she increased her effort, her mouth making obscene slurping sounds that drowned out the TV. But still nothing happened, so she used another tactic.

Between sucks, while her hand temporarily replaced her mouth and her eyes locked on the man’s, Mary pleaded, “Get hard! I want you to fuck me! You have a big cock! I love your cock! I want it inside me. Oh god, please get hard!”

“I told you, God has nothing to do with this.”

“Huh? I don’t care. Just get hard and fuck me!”

“And what if I do? What would you give me in return?”

“Anything.”

“Your money?”

“Yes.”

“Your soul?”

“Yes.”

“Your first born?”

“Yes.”

As if by magic, the man’s cock grew in Mary’s hand to a full erection. Afraid it would shrink again, she immediately straddled his body, stuffing his hard cock into her pussy. Sitting down in one motion, the cock sunk all the way into her.

“Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

Mary bounced up and down frantically, her hair whipping across her face. Strands stuck to her wet skin in a crisscross pattern, covering more of her face all the time. She only paused when she climaxed, but immediately resumed her fucking when her orgasm subsided.

The man placed his hands behind his head, elbows out, and watched the young, new wife fuck him. Her tits were very firm, but her movements were so violent they jiggled nonetheless. Her nipples were hard, her mouth open, her eyes closed. Sweat dripped from her chin and earlobes, and her body shone with a sweaty glimmer. She paused again, her body shaking from another orgasm.

But this time when Mary resumed fucking, the man pushed her off and onto her back. Her eyes popped open in surprise and frustration, and she was about to climb back onto him. But before she could do anything he moved like the wind, grabbing her ankles and dragging her to the side of the bed so that he was standing between her legs and her butt was at the edge. She stared at him wide-eyed as he raised her legs straight up and then draped them over his shoulders.

Mary gasped when his cock touched her pussy and moaned when it slid in. Grunting, her legs snapped around his neck, her ankles locked, and then her hands slapped the mattress for support. He began fucking her with a fury, thrusting his cock in and out of her very vulnerable pussy with a force she couldn’t have fathomed. She couldn’t see it, but envisioned his hard cock being a blur as he rammed it into her. Her sweaty palms pressed hard against the mattress to keep her body from sliding backwards.

Mary climaxed, but the man never slowed down, and she climaxed again before the first one even completed. And then she climaxed again and again. Mary lay on her back, her wanton face partially covered by the hair stuck to her sweaty skin, her head moving from side to side, the bed sheet now clutched in her tight fists as she held on for dear life. She moaned, grunted, made animal sounds. And she continued to climax, each orgasm more powerful than the previous one. She thought her body would soon burst, not being able to endure another orgasm, but it did, and she climaxed yet again.

As if coming from afar, Mary heard the man say, “Remember your promise,” as he thrust his cock all the way into her. She felt it growing inside her. Impossible as that may seem, that’s what if felt like. His dick extended, pushing against her cervix, entering her uterus. And then his cock exploded, filling her womb with millions of sperm.

Mary’s eyes popped open, her mind and body disoriented. She looked around her bedroom, her breathing ragged. She was sweating profusely, her bed sheet tangled around her legs.

“Oh my god, I had that dream again!” she said, alone in her bed in her own bedroom.

Her body trembled and her hand immediately went between her legs. It seemed so real she had to convince herself that her pussy was dry, absent of the man’s sperm. It was. It was a dream. But like the other times she had the same dream, it brought back the memory of the actual event. It was on their honeymoon, two days after they were married, and that man had fucked her while her new husband was deep sea fishing. Every time she thought she could forget the incident, she’d have the dream again. It didn’t happen often but always around her anniversary. Why was she having the dream now?

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE