Page 5 of Be My Sinner

I don’t hesitate in my actions, knowing that we won’t get moving again until he has had his fill of my dripping cunt. I slide my hands into the band of my tights and drag them and my underwear down to my knees. The debris from the forest floor digs into my flesh, and the cool night air stings across my overheated and clammy skin. I’m so aroused that I can feel it coating the sides of my thighs.

“Sammy…” I try to get words out, but I am not even sure what to say. How do I even give voice to what I saw and its effect on me? It makes me just as depraved as the two committing the sin.

“Shhh, Nightstar. I know what you need.” He lowers himself behind me, dragging his other palm along the bumps of my spine, warming my flesh through the cloth and leaving goosebumps behind in its wake. “Your pussy is soaked. I can see it glistening in the moonlight, my naughty whore.”

He trails a finger down the crack between my asscheeks and into my waiting core. Plunging in and out and making me shift on my knees, as I try to swallow the moan that is desperate to erupt from my lips. I need more, and he knows it; he’s attuned to my body’s every need. After all, he programmed it himself. He made sure that he knew how to bring me to rapture, the same way he taught me to ensure I learned how to please him in every way.

A second and then a third finger slip inside me, scissoring and stretching my warm hole, making my breath catch and then wheeze out. I bite down on my bottom lip to hold back the sound of the whimper that is trying desperately to escape my mouth. He releases his hold on my hair, forcing the back of my skull down to push my face into the dirt before me. “There you go; a sinner should always be in the dirt. Don’t you agree, my little Nightstar? You’re my dirty little sinner, aren’t you, baby?”

I bite down harder on my bottom lip until I can taste blood to prevent myself from begging him to take me, as I inhale the earthy scent all around us. He knows what effect his dirty words have on me. The way they cause shudders to race across my skin in desperation for the rapture only he can give me. I am a whore and a sinner. I make no apologies for being either, as long as I can be his.

“Answer me, my pretty, or I won’t give you what you crave,” he demands through heated words. His voice sounds deeper, raspier, and filled with the promise of sin as his fingers move inside of me, rubbing against my sensitive walls, and his palm creates friction on my swollen clit.

The moan I’m desperate to contain slips from my lips as he pushes my cheek into the dirt, and his fingers pick up speed inside of my needy cunt. “Yeeessss. Fuck, yes.”

His hand releases my head and slides down my spine, and then a crack sounds in the night air as he delivers his first smack to my ass. A second and third follow in immediate succession. The sounds are loud in the silent forest. Even the sounds of the night and outdoors have disappeared with our arrival.

My breath picks up until nothing but harsh pants and small moans fill the air around us, along with the echo of his palm slapping my flesh. “Count, my little Nightstar, while I fuck my pretty hole.”

He removes his thick fingers on a cry from my lips. I shift on my knees, the hard ground unforgiving as my ass stays positioned in the air, just as he likes it. The cool air is both a blessing and a curse to my heated flesh. The quick rustling of fabric and the sound of a zipper being lowered are my only warnings, before he slams into my pussy with his thick, hard cock. The movement is so harsh that it forces me to stumble forward, and my face digs further into the ground. Little bites of pain from rocks and twigs add to the already overwhelming tornado of sensations I’m experiencing.

He thrusts once, twice, and on the third time, his palm comes down on my ass harshly once again. “Count, my little dark star.”

This is dangerous.We could be caught at any moment in the enemy’s territory. A moment of depraved lust ending both of our lives. The thrill and danger of possibly being caught races through me, adding to my heightened senses and causing my pussy to clench on his long length. A grunt leaves his lips at that action, and his fingers tighten painfully on my flesh.

Through my stuttered and shaking breath, I begin to count. “One, two, three…fuck.“ I inhale a deep breath of oxygen, tinged with the smell of dirt and pine needles. “Seven, eight, nine,” a groan leaves my lips. His thick cock picks up speed, thrusting viciously inside of me. “Ten, eleven…please…twelve,“ I beg like the whore he loves to make me. A sinner on her knees in the dirt.

His other hand wraps around my body, and his fingers meet my swollen and throbbing clit as my ass pushes back against his invading cock. He feels so good inside of me, stretching and hitting the end of me. That little bit of pain, combined with his harsh spanking, pushes me to the very edge of the cliff I crave to throw myself off, but not enough to have me diving head-first into the abyss. The image of two males fucking a tight pussy in tandem invades my mind, and has me climbing the high depths towards my release.

His slaps pick up speed and ferocity, and I lose count, my breathing coming too quickly as two of his fingers pinch my tender clit. He pounds into me simultaneously, and I explode in a wash of energy and colors that fill the night behind my closed eyelids. My core tightens painfully around his thick length, impaled deep inside of me, as his hand stops spanking me to grab onto my shoulder and pull me forcefully into his body as he, too, finds his release. His cock grinds inside of me as he spills his warm cum, coating my trembling walls.

“Fuck, Dinah. Your cunt always feels so good wrapped around me.” His voice is husky and filled with pleasure and wonder, pulling a satisfied smile to my lips.

“Let’s get home, Sammy. I want to do that again, but in bed, this time.”

Chapter 4

The Liar

Abe

Asatisfiedgroanleavesmy mouth as Zeke pulls back from my lips. His dark eyebrow arches as his green eyes stare at me across the short distance. The body of our latest ‘gift’ is still between us as both of our cocks soften inside her gaping and well-used cunt. I can feel our combined cum already slipping from inside of her and trickling down my balls. The sensation brings a devious smirk to my lips.

I look away and stare at her half-draped naked form. She was a pretty little thing, brought here from one of the outlying states, given up and gifted by her family to please and satisfy the needs of the Order. It’s too bad, she will never leave here.What a fucking waste.

Another daughter who might be missed but will never be looked for. Her family will have been from a lower tier of the Brotherhood, and its only purpose is to breed servitude in all its formats for our depraved and righteous needs. She isn’t the first and won’t be the last to never reappear after being handed over to the Order of the Brotherhood of the Sacrament.

I would like to think that we did her a favor, releasing her from this life where she would suffer, and not always at the hands of two who would show her pleasure like we have. No, there are still worse villains than us walking amongst mere mortals.

“Her cunt is getting cold, brother. As much as I get off on fucking them to death, I’m not a fan of cold pussy.” Zeke grins as he pulls out of her cunt and steps back, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with our combined release. He smirks and points it at my lips. I open my mouth wide, and he slips the head between my lips and rests it for a split second on my tongue, so I can taste the combination of our bitter, thick cum and her tangy musk on his length, and then he’s slamming into the back of my throat like the asshole that he is.

He fucks my throat raw in deep strokes, forcing me to take each punishing thrust and swallow his thick, pierced length down my gagging throat. My cock twitches inside the dead girl, once more rising to the occasion as I thrust in time to his movements. For the briefest of moments, I feel a small hint of guilt for continuing to use her.She was an innocent, as much as one can be in this psychotic world that we live in.

Zeke’s hands come around my head and force me to open my mouth wider, taking more of him down my throat until all my air is blocked. Tears slip down my cheeks as he punishes my mouth with his cock. His taste and smell are everything I live for, an addiction I never want to be cured of.

One of his hands moves tenderly over my face, as his bright emerald eyes meet mine with a sadistic glimmer in their depth.This fucker right here will one day be the death of me. Literally and figuratively.His fingers slide up my cheek, and his forefinger and thumb pinch my nostrils, stopping even the tiny semblance of air that was getting through.

I know what he wants. He wants me to thrash below him, to fight him off. He gets off on the struggle and the violence, on the control. My cock thickens and spasms inside the girl’s cooling cunt, and I grab onto his wrist, digging my fingers into his tattooed flesh just as the first spurts of his cum release down my throat, and the tingle of release hits my spine before I cum again inside her pussy, her weight still both a comforting and disgusting feeling on my lap.

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