The Defiler and The Sex Mistress
Defiler #4
Sophie Sin
Smashwords Edition
Lunatic Ink Publishing
Copyright 2012 Lunatic Ink Publishing (Founded by Kenneth Guthrie)
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S&M Bad
It was not every day that he got sent out on a mission like this and even more rare that one of the high gods let their sex mistress get out of hand. The woman was the lady of the God of Taxes. The god had been busy lately, barely spending any time with her, sending her into misery, and so it was hardly surprising that she turned to the arms of the younger, sexier man to find the sexual release that she was seemingly enjoying every moment of in his arms.
This was the defiler’s task today. He was here to ensure that that relationship was broken off, and soon.
He strolled through the park, considering his plan. He had investigated the younger lover of the older woman and found him to be a handsome well-endowed specimen. He had decided that changing his body to look like the man’s and then enjoying a casual afternoon of hardcore sex with the woman before breaking up with her would be the ideal method, even if it meant sending the man to the depths of hell, or somewhere equally unpleasant, when her wraith was unleashed on him.
A few sexy college girls in tight running shorts and sports bras walked by, puffing hard, and glanced his way with the usual lust that he had become accustom to seeing on female faces. He turned and followed their butts wobbling left to right. They were hot and he almost stopped to take in a bit of the local pussy, but restrain himself with the knowledge that the God of Taxes knew his tax and social security numbers. The god wouldn’t be too pleased if he spent the whole day messing around and not getting to work as he had promised that he would.
He pulled out his cell phone and checked the time. There was only five more minutes before he would meet the woman.
He wondered what she would be like in person. The God of Taxes had shown him a half dozen naked photos of her. The woman would have luscious tanned skin with huge tits. She was a little on the old side for him, which meant around 40, but she had the body of a 35-year-old and, from the descriptions of what she had been up to with the younger man, a mind that was as devious as the saint of all sluts on steroids.
He came to the blue painted park bench where he was supposed to meet her and sat down. The body he was temporarily using was quite comfortable. Its rock hard abs and is wavy brown, slightly long, hair was a refreshing change from the dark, heavily muscled, powerful body that he usually used on his trips out into the worlds for the defilement of the races.
He watched the young people at play. There was love and sex in the air everywhere he looked and he couldn't help but fantasize about what it might be like to be monogamous.
He laughed out loud at the thought and slapped his knee firmly. Sometimes being god was a little bit difficult and having to have sex with thousands and thousands of women per year, by the human understanding of it, was at times extremely difficult on his poor overused body, but he doubted one woman could handle his sexual desires.
A short while later, the mistress came strolling down the tree-lined path towards him. The autumn leaves fluttered down past her in a slight hale of brownness that complimented the afternoon sun shining down through the trees.
His breath was taken away by the sheer beauty of the way the woman walked. It was like watching a sleek panther creeping through the deep forest hunting its unwary prey. Her movements were such that he almost wondered if she might actually be a goddess, not human, as promised.
He stood up, waving politely and she smiled at him, assuming that she was meeting her lover today. He walked forward and kissed her on the cheek taking care not to smudge her makeup. She gave him strange look and then bent her head forward to bite down hard on his lower lip. This erotic greeting was unexpected and the feeling was amazing coming from a woman who was basically a stranger that he had never met before.
He tried to link his arm with hers, giving her his best ‘fuck me’ smile.
“Disgusting,” she murmured, ignoring his hand and reached down to clench his butt so painfully that he yelped in pain.
"Where do you want to do it?" she whispered his in the ear, "I have something special for us today."
His cock when rock hard to the sound of that husky mature voice flowing through his system. If before he thought that the idea of finding a single woman who could satisfy him was a foolish thing, now he was thinking how great it was to be able to enjoy that sexy sound creating immense lust and admiration in equal amounts in his pants.
He turned towards the park’s toilets and she ran her hand down the front of his pants.
He felt her hand brush his cock and a tingling sensation flowed from his balls all way up to his heart, which was pumping painfully hard.
The woman pushed him into the men's toilets and past one rather shocked old man who stumbled out without a word.
She pushed him up against the back wall and booted in one of the stalls. He was thrown inside and she came in to yank his belt off with one smooth motion.
He tried to say something, but she slapped him hard across the face.
"What's wrong with you today? You know that you are not allowed to talk until I say that you can," she said angrily.
An erotic thrill spread through his body as he realized that he was in the presence of a true nightmare fuck queen. This woman clearly had exactly what he needed to clear his head and his balls.
She forced him to the wall hard up against it and she pulled his pants to the floor. The door was still open and he heard someone enter the toilets.
She looked out the door and gave the newcomer the finger before reaching down to his hard cock.
She brought it out and stretched it to its limit by the foreskin. There was an intensity and extreme hunger about her that scared him and made him afraid of the power of her monster desire. If he thought that he was going to defile her, he had been completely wrong. This woman was a true defiler and a monster of one at that.
She reached into her pocket and brought out a small steel ring. There was a lock on one end and she quickly fitted it around the area just under the knob of his penis. He felt the metal squeezing painfully into the flesh of his cock. She started to massage his balls with one hand while she ripped at his shaft with the other. It was painful, vicious, and absolutely fantastic from his perspective.
She stretched out his balls and spanked them gently. Pain shot through him and was soon replaced by joy as she went down to her knees to lick up and down his balls and scrotum to his asshole at the back.