Page 18 of Thots and Prayers

Relief flooded through me so fast and hard that I burst into tears. So, he was still in there. The Constantine I knew and loved. While it may be buried deep, it still exists. Mitch’s face fell and he looked around quickly, realizing no one was left.

“However, the good Lord has better plans for you. He doesn’t want you to have one woman, he wants you to have two.” With two snaps of his fingers, two women emerged from rooms, their cheeks flushed and their legs wobbly.

“Two?” Mitch gasped.

Constantine nodded. “Two. These young women have always wanted to try each other, and when I asked about you, they wanted you to join them. What do you say?”

Mitch looked between the pair. They were pretty. They reached for him together, one tugging on his shirt, the other on his belt. Mitch’s face went from surprise to pure happiness as they stripped him bare in the center of the circle.

I flinched and looked away as his cock sprang forth.

“No, Domino!” Constantine barked at me. “Your punishment for not wanting Mitch is to watch him pleasure two women tonight. Do not look away.”

He stormed over to me and walked around my chair. He gripped the back and leaned in to whisper into my ear. “I want to watch you watch him because whatever he does to them is what I’m going to do to you.”

My breath hitched at the idea. I crossed my legs and looked on as Mitch, high on Molly, laid down between the first girl’s legs and began to devour her. She gasped and writhed and screamed as if he was the best she’d ever had. It was the drugs, I was sure, but it had me breathing fast, imagining Constantine doing it to me.

“Oh, you like having your pussy eaten?” Constantine murmured. “I can do that. Oh look, he’s using his fingers.”

Mitch reached over and slid two fingers into the other woman’s wetness. He then sat up and slid his other two fingers to fuck the other one.

“It’s a shame there’s not two of you.” Constantine pouted. “I don’t want another woman, but that does look fun.”

Mitch went back and forth, fucking them with his hands, and eating them out. When one was being pleasured, the other would move to focus on him, stroking his cock or putting it in her mouth. She made sure to go slow, so as to not make the virgin come quickly.

Finally, Constantine went to them, handing Mitch a condom. He didn’t know what to do, and the girls had to help him. Once he finally had it on, he ordered them to get on their hands and knees. He moved behind them and slowly pushed inside.

I let out a small groan as my body screamed with excitement. I never thought watching people have sex would be so hot. My core ached with the need to be touched. Kansas saw my reaction and slid his hand across my thigh. I parted my legs just enough for him to slide his hand in between my thighs and slip past my panties. He found me wet and ready, and I moaned as he fingered me, strumming my clit as I focused on the trio in front of us.

“Don’t look away,” Constantine said from behind us. “Focus on them.”

Kansas was a sculptor and I was his clay. He knew exactly how to touch me to make me melt in his hands. I thrust against his fingers as he slid two inside me. I needed a release now. I couldn’t wait until we got home. I panted and called for Kansas to keep going, and it was right then that Mitch seemed to remember we were here. He turned his head, locked eyes with me, and whispered, “Mother.”.

I came. My body exploded into bits as my orgasm flooded my veins. It was an odd reaction, but Mitch wasn’t on my mind even a moment of it. I was thinking of Kansas, and how badly I wanted him. As soon as he removed his hand from my body, I stood and slid my panties down. I kicked them aside and sat on his lap. I needed to feel him inside me. I couldn’t hold it in any longer!

And then a powerful hand fell onto my shoulder and squeezed, pulling me out of my lust-fueled haze.

“What did I tell you?”

I looked up into Constantine’s hardened gaze.

“I… I?—”

“Those who do not listen shall be punished in front of the congregation for all to see your sin. Be prepared. Tomorrow, your sin will be exposed.”

RULE 11 - CONSTANTINE

FUCK THE FINAL GIRL AS OFTEN AS YOU CAN.

“You’ve gone too far, Constantine. What do you think those townspeople are going to do when they find out all their kids lost their virginities in a group party while high on fucking Molly?” Eisley shouted at me as she paced my room.

I lay on the bed, an arm behind my head, the other holding a cigarette, feeling very satisfied with myself. “Who cares? We’ll be gone soon and Ricefield will be a distant memory.”

“What if one of the girls gets pregnant? I saw some of the girls pair off with a few of the men. They might not know who the father is.”

“I passed out condoms,” I reminded her, “and in the event a little sperm managed to get through, it’s not our fucking problem.” I sat up and took a drag of my smoke. “They’ll get married to one of the potentials, pretend they’re happy for a few years, and then divorce and pretend like it’s okay for them to do it, but not for anyone else. It’s the cycle, Eisley. You’re taking this too seriously.”

“I’m taking this too seriously?”

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