The Unseen Succubus's Wiced Fun

The Succubus Whispers in the Bride's Ear

Ashtoreth

I grinned from ear to ear at the brunette woman standing in the lobby of the hotel. It was some sort of building where travelers could rent a room. The woman wore a gauzy, white veil that was pulled back and draped over her hair in almost a mockery of modesty.

I had yet to see a single woman cover her hair with a veil or shawl. They all let their tresses free without any shame to them. It was almost refreshing. I drifted toward her, eager to have my delicious pupil dominate her and strip away her pathetic attempt at modesty.

"Oh, a newlywed," Mrs. Murphy said as she clung to Joseph's arm. She was his newest conquest, a woman that had to find out if she was "fuckable" in the lingerie.

Clothing purposely made to be intimate with a lover.

She had been at the lingerie store to buy something naughty to wear for her husband, but I made her into Joseph's slut. He was growing so fast as a man. He didn't resist at all. In fact, he seized her in public because, well, she was fuckable in that corset. He was beginning to see women in the way that dominating Yahweh would hate.

As objects.

Things to be used.

To be lusted over and filled with seed. To be urinated on and humiliated. Joseph damned himself and these women with his every action, and it was so delicious. Joseph was already staring at this woman. I could tell he wanted her.

He wanted to ravish a newlywed. The word was so apparent. A fresh bride, and yet she had not gone to her wedding bed a virgin. She could be influenced. Was there a single modest and pure woman in this delicious time? I hoped not.

I whispered into the woman's ear as Joseph sauntered up to her with Mrs. Murphy and Mrs. Howser on his arm, Ashley trailing behind them. The new bride shuddered as I spoke all those naughty things into her ear.

"Wave him over and beg him to fuck your naughty pussy like a bridal slut,"

I purred in her ear.

* * *

Scott Brynne

"Okay, I got your reservation," said the concierge. "The honeymoon suite. Congratulations."

"Thanks." I glanced back at my wife Kendra. She was wearing jeans and a cute peasant blouse that fit her figure. The veil draped over her brown hair. It was a long day, and I was eager to get up to the room with her. She was waving to...

A nerdy guy.

He broke away from a group of women. Three of them were old enough to be his mother, a blonde, and black-haired woman with dusky skin, and a redhead. With them was a girl with brown hair who was as young as him. He was a college student or something. He walked right up to my wife who said something to him.

He smiled.

"Just need your ID, sir," the concierge said. "It's paid for, but I have to make sure it's you."

"Right, right," I said, turning away. I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and fished out my driver's license. I handed that over.

"Okay," the concierge said, typing some stuff in. A printer whirred behind him. "And do you want to use the card on file for incidentals? I will have to put a $100 hold just in case there's any damages or the like."

"Yeah, that's fine," I said, glancing back at my wife.

She was giggling at something the nerd had said. He was standing close to her. Too close.

"If I could just have you initial here and here and sign here," said the man. "That's to acknowledge that no pets or smoking is allowed and that you're aware of that and the rooms all yours."

I initialed both spots, my brow furrowing. I scrawled my signature as the concierge was making the keys. He put two of them into an envelope and wrote a room number on it, telling me which one it was. I took it from him and turned around.

My wife was vanishing into the elevator with the guy and the four women. He pulled her to him and kissed her. My jaw dropped as my wife was eagerly kissing him back. I darted for the elevator as it started to close.

"Kendra!" I gasped.

My wife broke away from the nerd and blew me a kiss. "I'm going to be his bridal slut! Love you, honey!"

The door closed. I stumbled to a halt. I hit the button as the elevator climbed up. I watched it stop on the fifth floor. Another elevator opened. I darted inside. I pushed the fifth floor but nothing happened. I frowned. There was a sensor. Right, right. I pressed the keycard against it.

The twelfth floor lit up. I was in room 1205. The elevator only let me go... to my floor.

I slumped when a voice whispered in my ear,

It's okay to be cucked by a real man. Be honored he's honoring your wife's womb with his seed.

Those words perked me right up.

* * *

Kendra Brynne

I couldn't believe I said those words to my husband after blowing him a kiss, but I did. The nerd's hands were on my ass. He squeezed me while the three older women and the girl watched with these knowing smiles. Two of the women had wedding rings, the blonde and the redhead.

"I don't normally do this," I said as I felt his cock pressing on me through our clothes. He had a big one. "But..."

"You just had to be my bridal slut," he said. "Every woman just wants to be my whore."

"Yes," I breathed before he kissed me.

"I've never cheated on my husband, but he makes me feel so fuckable," the redheaded MILF said.

"I came to get gangbanged by hung college students while pretending to visit my daughter, but..." the MILF with bleached-blonde hair said. "Now I just want Joseph to breed me."

"Mom!" the black-haired girl squeaked. "You are such a slut. You should be lucky I'm sharing Joseph with you."

"Like you get a choice, Ashley," the mother said.

I just shuddered there at the idea of getting bred. It made my pussy so wet. I quivered at the idea, my heart hammering in my chest. I made out with the young man. I mean, he wasn't that much younger than me, but... It was my wedding day, and I wanted his cock in me. I wanted his dick pumping me full of his babies. That sounded so appealing.

I wanted to have his child.

The elevator dinged. He broke the kiss and grinned at me. He pulled away from me, taking my hand and yanking me out. I was putty in his hand. I would be spending my first married night with another man. And his women. This was so wild.

Because you're just a slut for him. You want his babies. You're a whore. Cuckold your husband.

I shivered at those thoughts whispering through my mind. "I'm such a whore. I want to cuckold my husband so badly."

"Yep," said Joseph, shaking his head. He had a slight tinge of disgust in his eyes. Like I was filthy. That made me even wetter. I

was

filthy. A whore that needed to be fucked and bred by a stranger on my wedding day.

The MILF with the bleached-blonde hair thrust the key into the room and opened it. He dragged me in, the women following. I shuddered as he brought me to the center of the room. It had a king-sized bed that was already rumpled. A dildo lay on it.

"You left your toys out, Mom," Ashley said.

"My, my," the dusky woman said. She looked Persian.

"Such a naughty slut," the redhead said. "Isn't she, Joseph?"

"Yes, she is, Mrs. Murphy," he said. "Mrs. Howser is a huge slut."

"Guilty," Mrs. Howser said and threw her arms around her daughter. She kissed her on the lips.

"Mmm, so wild," purred the Persian beauty.

"Yes, they are, Natasha," said Joseph.

I watched incest with delight. They were making out as I realized Joseph was unbuttoning my blouse. He worked the buttons down one by one. I shuddered as he did that. He opened my blouse and smiled at my tits in my bra.

"We'll change," Mrs. Murphy said, opening the bathroom door. They did have shopping bags. Secret Delights... Wasn't that a lingerie shop? Hot.

The four women headed inside.

He slid his hands behind me, his touch so warm and electric. I shuddered at his touch as he found my bra strap. He unhooked it. I quivered in delight as he did that. It felt so naughty for him to do this to me. My cunt clenched as he pulled my bra off my shoulders.

He freed my round tits.

"Very, very nice," he said as he cupped my boobs. He kneaded them. I shuddered at his touch. He swept his thumbs over my boobs and rubbed at my nipples. Pleasure burst from them. I groaned as he massaged my nubs. I loved how great his touch felt on me. This was an exceptional moment. "Damn, your tits are delicious, Mrs..."

"Brynne," I whimpered. He didn't want to know my first name. He wanted to enjoy a married woman. A bridal slut.

I shivered as his hands slid down my side to reach my jeans. He dipped his fingers into the waistband as he worked around me. I was in such great shape. I had worked hard and dieted to make sure I had a wedding-ready body.

He unsnapped my jeans. He ripped open my zipper, exposing the white panties I wore. I had shaved my pussy for this night. A surprise for my new husband. He had never seen my twat bald. Though I left an exciting V pointing down to my pussy.

Now Joseph would get to enjoy it.

He knelt and ripped down my jeans. He pulled them down my thighs and breathed in deeply. He could smell my tart pussy through my panties. I could, too. I was so wet for Joseph. Just such a slut for him. This was so wild.

He pulled off my wedge heels one after the other then drew off my pants. His hands slid back up me. I shuddered at his touch as he climbed higher and higher to my panties. I wanted him to draw them down and feast on me.

Just lick me with all that he had.

He hooked my panties and drew them down next. He revealed the brown V shaved into my pubic mound, smiling. He kissed my flesh between the two stripes of hair. I loved his touch as he drew my panties down further. I still wore my veil. I had to wear it. That made me a bridal slut.

He kissed to my pussy. I groaned as he touched my married flesh, leaving my panties around my ankles. I spread my legs as he smooched at my vulva. He kissed around my freshly shaved twat. I groaned in delight as he did that.

"Oh, that's so good," I whimpered. "Oh, yes, yes, you're making me feel like such a wicked whore."

"Good," he growled and kissed my flesh again. "That's just what I want to hear."

I shuddered as he kissed my cunt again. He made me wild with that. It was so naughty having him smooching all over my flesh. He flicked his tongue out. I groaned as he did that. My head threw back as he devoured me.

He stroked his tongue through my folds, brushing my clit. The nerd was so good at it. I slid my fingers through his brown hair. I shuddered as his tongue lapped at me. He drove me wild. It was so good having him do that. Just so amazing. I shuddered at this heat rushing through me.

My head tossed back and forth. It was fantastic to enjoy him doing that to me. He licked at me with all that he had. I groaned at the skill of his tongue. I ground my pussy on him while his fingers kneaded my ass.

"Mrs. Brynne," he growled.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned. "I'm such a bridal slut!"

Someone laughed. One of the women in the bathroom who took complete delight in my pleasure. I was such a wicked woman. A cheating whore. My husband would be spending the night in the honeymoon suite alone. It was wild.

He stroked his tongue through my folds. I shuddered there, loving what he did to me. It was so amazing having him licking me like that. I loved the way he stroked my cuntlips I groaned through all that pleasure. It was outstanding.

I shuddered, my face contorting in delight. I shuddered as he licked at my clit. He suckled on me I was so ready to cum. My head tossed, my hair dancing around my shoulders. I moaned in delight as he stroked his tongue through my flesh.

"Yes, yes, yes," I whimpered, hurtling toward that moment when I would burst. It would be so amazing. I shuddered at the pleasure that would erupt through me. This was just such an incredible moment to have him doing this to me. "Keep doing that. I... I... Yes!"

I burst.

My body bucked as I drowned Joseph with my pussy cream. I howled out in delight as my climax swept through me. It was so good to have all this pleasure rushing through my body. My face contorted in delight.

"Oh, oh, that's amazing!" I gasped, my boobs bouncing. "That's just incredible!"

"Yes," he growled, licking at my cunt. He stroked his tongue through my folds. He lapped at me with such hunger. "Damn, you taste good!"

I just whimpered, the pleasure drowning me. He squeezed my butt-cheeks as he licked me. He stroked through my folds. It was such a great moment to have him drinking my cunt cream. I whimpered, my boobs jiggling as I drowned in such delight.

He licked me as my orgasm crested in me. I swayed there, enjoying every last moment of this pleasure. It was an incredible moment. I couldn't believe I was really cheating on my husband, and yet here I was doing just that.

I was such a bridal slut.

One of the women giggled again as the bathroom door opened.

* * *

Ashtoreth

I chortled so hard, my pussy rippling around my fingers. I floated before the bridal-slut. Mrs. Brynne. She was such a complete whore. I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and licked at them. I savored the flavor of my juices, so glad for this delight.

It was such a perfect moment. I smiled from ear to ear as the other women came out in their special clothes. Their bedroom attire. Their slut-wear. I loved that word. Slut-wear. What a glorious future I was in.

Humans had never been so easy to corrupt.

* * *

Joseph Meyers

"On your knees, Mrs. Brynne," I ordered, her tart juices soaking my lips as I stared at the delicious women who had emerged from the bathroom. "Suck my dick!"

"Yes!" she moaned and dropped to her knees. She attacked my fly as I pulled off my T-shirt. I adjusted my glasses, drinking in the sight of the two married MILFs, the Persian beauty, and the nubile girl. All four of my sluts.

My fifth slut shoved my pants and boxers down in her haste to get to my cock. I sprang out. She gasped at my size. She stroked up and down me, her hand massaging me. Then she swallowed my dick with such alacrity. That felt amazing.

"Shit," I groaned as she suckled on me.

"Such a slut,"

a woman purred. It sounded like it came from behind me, but no one was back there.

"God, you are such a slut," she growled as the bride suckled on my dick, her veil rustling. "And look at you four. My depraved little whores."

The four women all smiled. Mrs. Howser was in a halter bra that left her big tits practically bare, her nipples utterly exposed. The red cups lifted her tits into a pair of jiggling mounds. She had a panties with a lace crotch. No, they were crotchless.

"Mmm, aren't I just scrumptious?" Mrs. Howser asked, her bleached-blonde hair spilling around her face.

"You're definitely a big whore," I said, looking her up and down.

She grinned at me as she quivered there. She was looking so hot, that was for certain. I wanted to just drop to my knees and eat her. Then I glanced at Ashley. The daughter wore a pink babydoll that clad her nubile form. It was transparent, her breasts bleeding through the fabric. It barely fell past her crotch, her butt-cheeks peeking out.

"Mmm, such a cutie," I groaned as Mrs. Brynne bobbed her head. The bride worked her lips up and down my dick.

"Thanks," she said, preening.

Natasha, the Persian beauty who ran Secret Delights, wore a black corset that hugged her body and left her gorgeous tits exposed. She didn't take off her thigh-high boots. They were delicious, her thick bush dripping with her excitement.

"And you are yummy," I groaned as Mrs. Brynne swirled her tongue around my cock. "Just scrumptious, Natasha."

She winked at me.

Lastly, Mrs. Murphy had chosen a purple slip that hugged her body and fell to her mid-thigh. The satin material molded to her skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her nipples poked so hard as she struck an alluring pose, her red hair spilling over her shoulders.

"Am I fuckable, Joseph?" Mrs. Murphy purred.

"So fucking fuckable," I groaned, savoring Mrs. Brynne's mouth on my dick. "Why don't you two women have fun."

Mrs. Howser and Mrs. Murphy turned and kissed each other. Their lips melted together as they made out. Ashley and Natasha joined the fun, the dusky beauty and the nubile coed making out with wild abandon.

I watched on with a big smile, savoring the sight. Their tongues danced together. Two sets of hotties making out. The two married women moaned while Natasha dropped to her knees and kissed at Ashley's shaved pussy and pierced clit.

"Ooh, Natasha," gasped the coed. "That's so good!"

I bet it was. I savored Mrs. Brynne suckling on me as Mrs. Murphy dropped to her knees and nuzzled into Mrs. Howser's crotchless panties. The redhead licked at her fellow MILF's pussy. I groaned, loving this so much.

Women were all just such whores. It was so delicious.

My dick throbbed in that hot mouth. I loved that slut sucking on me. She nursed on me with all that she had. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. She swirled her tongue around me. I groaned at the heat flicking through me. It was so good.

She nursed hard on my cock. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my dick as I watched the lesbian delights before me. Mrs. Murphy devoured Mrs. Howser while Natasha feasted on Ashley. Mother and daughter took the other's hand.

"Mom!" gasped Ashley, her voice so sweet. "Oh, my slut is feasting on my cunt! Her tongue is amazing!"

"Ooh, so is mine!" cooed Mrs. Howser. "Yes, yes, she's just swirling around in me and driving me wild!"

"Good," Ashley moaned.

I thought it was amazing. Just outstanding. My dick throbbed in Mrs. Brynne's mouth. She swirled her tongue around my crown. The pleasure shot down to my nuts. I groaned at the heat building in my balls. The need to cum swelled in me. I would have a huge climax and pump her belly full of all my jizz.

A big burst of cum that would flood Mrs. Brynne's mouth. She swirled her tongue around my dick as I watched the sluts. Mrs. Howser's big boobs jiggled in her halter bra. She squeezed one with her free hand, whimpering in delight.

Her daughter's tits jiggled beneath her baby doll. They were ripe and firm. She whimpered, her face brimming with passion. She undulated her hips, grinding her snatch on Natasha's mouth. The Persian hottie feasted on the brunette cutie.

"Oh, my god," gasped Ashley, her brown hair swaying around her shoulders. "Ooh, ooh, you're so good. Lick my clit piercing."

"I love your bajinga bling," moaned Natasha.

Ashley shuddered, clearly enjoying having her "bajinga bling" played with. I loved that name for a pussy, too. My cock throbbed in Mrs. Brynne's mouth. Her wedding veil rustled as she bobbed her head, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

I wanted to spurt all my cum into her mouth. Just flood her with all that I had. It would be so good. I trembled there as she licked at me. She lapped at me with so much pressure. It was such a good time. I groaned, my face twisting in delight. I wanted to just erupt.

"Fuck," gasped Mrs. Howser, her big boobs jiggling, held by that halter bra. "Oh, you naughty slut! Ooh, your husband's probably freaking out, but you'd rather be here being a whore!"

"Joseph's whore," Mrs. Murphy moaned, her voice muffled by married cunt. "Yes, yes, definitely would rather be that! My husband must be so furious. Good thing he has no idea where I am!"

"He'd probably try to kick my ass," I groaned as Mrs. Brynne suckled hard on me.

"So much," purred Mrs. Murphy. "Mmm, I don't care. You're a stud. I'm your whore now! Ooh, ooh, yes, yes, I will be knocked up by you and he can raise your bastard."

Her words were so exciting to hear how I would cuckold her husband. My heart pounded in my chest as the pressure in my nuts hurtled toward that boiling point. Both mother and daughter were trembling as they enjoyed Natasha and Mrs. Murphy. The sluts were shuddering, building toward their own climaxes.