Somehow, he's still asleep

When you were alive, you made it a mission to make a woman moan as much as possible. Even more when you knew she was addicted to you. You've seen husbands and sons wake up to find their families being fucked by you. You've seen people wake up to a girl they thought they had a shot with. You've seen people wake up to even you just placing the cock in a bitch's pussy. Bottom line, people did wake up. Which made it all the stranger when you saw that, no matter how loud you were, they would sleep like the dead.

Sure, there were times where a wife would **** her husband, or the guy needed to take NyQuil and he was asleep. However, you always met a few that, no matter what, they would sleep. You would rip apart a dress, and they would still be asleep. You would make a bitch cum her brains out, they would still be asleep. No matter how hard you would pound, no matter how much their fat asses would be clapping, no matter if their breasts would be being milked or not, they would be asleep. You heard of sleeping like the dead, but it seemed like it was true.

It also seems to be true in Hell. The receptionist takes off some of his blanket to inspect. He shivers a little, but that was it. The cuck was sleeping, snoring loudly. You almost chuckle to yourself as you look at him. He's just as pathetic as his picture implied. A small body, height matching the receptionist. Though he's only in his boxer's. You can see how skinny the cuck is, and how his boxer's had a small stain on them. Where the cock was, you noted. He moans, his hand reaching for his dick, but stopping. He was clearly asleep, and clearly having a wet dream.

You wonder if that's related to your powers. Maybe you a ability to make people experience wet dreams, or maybe you were just messing with his mind the same way audio recordings of the ocean gave you dreams of the ocean. You decide to discard that thought for now, because you hear a moan. You look back at the receptionist, who is waiting for you patiently. You are quite surprise that she didn't try to play with herself. Maybe she just knew who she had to take orders from now.

You laugh loudly, not caring if he wakes up. He seems to be sleeping quite deep, so you don't need to worry about him at all. You line up your two cocks to the receptionist asshole, and take one look at her. She's panting hard, clearly exhausted. You don't know if she's going to still be awake if you want to ruin the wedding dress or not. Maybe that'll be for later. You did have other things to do. She gasped, touching your arm. She nods her head eagerly. Even if she does pass out, she did ask for this.

Not giving her a chance to breath, you slam your two cocks into her. You groan as you feel both of them touching each other, combined with the wet folds of the receptionist. She moans as you could feel her cumming just from being slammed into. You grab her hips, laughing as you take her hard. You notice the bedframe moving, clearly straining against your constant pressure. The receptionist was going that same route. You could feel her asshole tighten, trying to make sure your cocks stayed in, despite her never taking something as big as you.

"Did you... practice or something?" You decide to ask her, geniuely curious.

"Yeah," She nods her head at you. "You think I could ever be satisified with that thing?" She nods her head towards her husband.

You lose track of time fucking her. She hugs you with her thunder thighs, making sure you can't pull out. You could feel your two cocks start to throb. You're close to cumming, and so is the receptionist. You look back down at her, and her head is back, moaning loudly. The husband is still sleeping, even with the bed rocking and his wife moaning, and your laughing. You grab the receptionist tits, and start to play with them as you could feel your load start to come.

You groan loudly as you feel your stomach be sprayed with the receptionist pussy juice. You feel your cocks unloading your cum into her tight asshole. You feel her thighs unwrap around you, clearly exhausted. You look over yourself, your cocks still hard. Still not fully satisifed. Maybe that was a part of Hell. You couldn't be fully satiated no matter what. You don't care though, as long as you had bitches to fuck.

Speaking of, you look over the receptionist. Clearly, this had taken a lot out of her. If she was awake, you could ruin the wedding dress, and make her permanelty your property. Make sure she knows where she stood. However, if she was asleep, that meant you could do Loona instead. You did like doing things in order when it came to full completion. But the question remains.