Some Guests Who Leave Early

Cassandra fought the urge to ****, struggling to swallow the delectable viscous load flooding her throat and mouth.

Her mind was struggling to piece things together, she and her husband were leaving early.

Someone… Security stopped them… Asked the designated driver for a breathalyzer test… Then.. Something was wrong…

20 minutes earlier…

The Idol had plans for every soul in the hotel that night, including those that failed to imbibe deeply on its widespread seductive corrupting essence.

Cassandra was one of those who had work in the morning. Unlike her husband that meant passing on the booze, and ensuring they left early. In her gut something felt off, but her own skepticism of the supernatural had added strength to the veneer of disbelief that glamoured away the falling souls around her.

She didn't notice the changes to the bride, groom, their parties. As a guest her soul evaded being peeled away in layers by many of the pictures. The only thing she noticed was how handsy her husband got in the elevator to the parking garage.

As she helped him stagger out of the elevator where a Security Guard offered a hand, helping them to their car.

James was rejoicing at his luck, the pack had the perimeter, but he and his herd mates had spread out among the interior to await the Idol unleashing them to fulfill their higher callings. His next fucks had come to his pen... Early.

James could sense the heavy corruption and arousal in the drunkard, his soul ripe and easy grazing for the Idol, the woman though… She was barely touched.

Seating the husband in her car he smiled at the unnecessary pleasantries as she thanked him for the hand, and the understanding. Especially as she smacked her husbands hands away from James's crotch and her ass.

She thought nothing as she was asked to blow on a breathalyzer, just a common precaution.

Her red lips wrapped around the tube on the device she breathed deep, and blew as best she could. That is until she keeled over hacking and coughing as she choked on the heavy gust of air the breathalyzer had blown into her, misting her mouth, tongue, throat and deeper with a taste of corruptive bliss.

The pheromones were potent and intoxicating. Cassandra immediately felt light headed, and staggered as she felt a bit weak in the knees. Leaning against the next car she lingered feeling stoned and tripped out, marvelling at the quickly hardening cock her hubby was now licking.

Running her hands across her pins and needling body in euphoria, she grew intrigued and aroused by the changing colour and shape of the cock. Her husband struggling to swallow its length, Cassandra giggled at his amateurish cock sucking skills. The knowledge of her husband's very straight, conservative sexual orientations escaping all her thoughts.

Squeezing a breast Cassandra cooed, sucking on a finger as she felt a growing desire to have something to suck on, to taste, to tease. If not only to fuck.

James cradled the head on his cock gently, watching as the guy's wife squirmed against the next car. He could sense her mind’s subconscious group instincts tugging on her impairing judgement. After all, who wants to be left out? Especially when their spouse is doing it.

As Cassandra locked eyes with the greening face of the equine cocked security guard she couldn't help but bite her lip, crouching down next to her husband she shoved his head out of the way. She had watched him fumble this for long enough.

“Honey.” She declared aloud commandingly. “Let me do it, YOU just do what you do.” Cassandra asserted, pushing her brown bangs out of her face she ran her tongue up along the cock with gusto. Eager to out do her husband by making this thing blow.

Cupping the large testicles, her mind oddly thought about how much cum they had, her other hand reaching to squeeze her husband’s cock as he began masturbating to his wife’s display of cheating.

Mouthing around the tip of James's cock the married couple made out for a second, dancing their tongues across the tip of the horse cock before James shoved it in Cassandra's mouth eager to cum, excited by the new taboo he had unleashed.

James smiled excitedly, eager to see what they would do next. Eager for his next chance at corrupting new souls and pulling their owners down into the entangled soulless existence of the Idol’s legions. He grunted in pleasure as Cassandra eagerly choked on his girth, desperately swallowing his cock like a serpent trying to distend around a meal larger than it.

As she came up for air James was brought to climax by her tongue dueling across his cock head with her husband, his corruptive black essence ejaculating across their lurid faces as they lapped up the cum, eagerly welcoming more of the Idol’s influence into them.

Cassandra no longer thought about the early morning coming, she was trapped in growing lust and desire for pleasure as she and her husband licked the cum from each other's faces.

James tilted his head away, pulling his cock from the married couple’s **** entreaties for more. As the two groaned reluctantly James looked around for the source of the hoof like clack... Clack.. Clack... Clack...