With Great Pleasure

Lydia cried out in delight as she finally felt it.

The stoked ember of corruption within her burst into flame, scorching away more of her soul fueled by the eager desire to give anything to cum. Lydia could feel his soul being consumed, throbbing pulse, by throbbing pulse of his cock as her pussy gripped and milked it.

Lydia’s orgasm and the grunt of the man cumming in her was enough to trigger the deepthroating thrust of the cock before her face, its owners hands holding firmly to her head as he felt pleasure and relief feeding his spunk.

As the still surprisingly hard cock slowly sawed out of Lydia’s cunt it dragged its cum drenched length across the clerk’s face, her initial surprise and disgust quickly displaced by arousal as the feel, smell, and taste of the mingled fluids.

Veronica’s lips soon locked with Lydia’s pussy, her ears delighting at the lewd encouraging words of the slut now feeding a cream pie to the clerk, as a dark cum stained cock probed at the bud of Lydia’s ass.

Lydia purred with joy, finding perverse pleasure with the urgency that the man who had just cum in her pussy now pressed to slowly penetrate into her ass. The voracious feel of the lips and tongue feeding on her leaking pussy, the rapid strokes of the cock before her trying to cum once again upon her face.

Brandie was now riding atop one of the men, having encouraged another to take her ass, the glug, and wet smack of a third cock fucking her throat.

I did this. I made her a slut. I caused these pervs to give in to this. The thoughts provoked a proud exciting arousal in Lydia as he hands rubbed up and down the half clothed clerk beneath her.

Spreading the clerk knees with her hands she nodded for the still rigid cock trying to cum on her to act.

“Bbbbut I…I ddd… don’t have protection.” He mumbled provoking a smirk of excitement from Lydia as she found an inhibition yet to fall before her.

“Make a slut out of her.” Lydia encouraged, panting heavily as she pressed her pussy down onto Veronica’s lips to mute any objection if the soon to be shameless slut had any. “Fuck her so good she doesn’t care.”

As the man kneel3d down and shifted into position Veronica pale legs remained splayed, the clerk not making any move other then stiffening in sudden shock as she felt the head of the cock probing at her entrance.

Looking over her shoulder Lydia gazed upon the man fucking her ass. “Gag the bitch.” She instructed moaning in delight as she felt the forceful pull of the cock from within her, and heard the heavy breathing of the clerk suddenly halted with a shriek as she realized she was now being fucked.

Only to have her shriek choked off by the cock from Lydia’s ass before the dyed tipped haired clerk could decide to object. Shifting to feed a nipple to the hesitant man his slow gradual fucking penetrating gently to fit his full length in slowing to a gentle sawing to a halt as he tasted and nourished himself on Lydia’s milk.

Lydia threw her head back in climax, praising the Idol mentally not just to be able to feed others corruption from her lactating breasts, but the perverse pleasures both physically and mentally that came with it. Pulling the man free his lips smacking with suction Lydia left him to begin truly fucking the clerk before turning to nurse the man delving his cock into her throat.

He was further along the path of corruption, his inhibitions far from thought as he immersed himself in the simple pure pleasure of the flesh right now. He hardly needed a breast lifted toward hi face to mouth its nipple, his cocks spelunking of the clerks’s throat, halting as he felt the release of pressure as she gagged around his twitching cock, his mildly corrupted seed giving Veronica a warming epicenter of pleasure to which her only instinct was to try **** down more of his length.

Getting off the clerk Lydia peeled up Veronica’s shirt freeing her breasts to spill into full exposure and be pawed at as the spit roasting continued.

Lydia felt the pressure of her full breast weighing on her, sauntering towards Brandie she stroked the red headed teen’s back, admiring the ease with which she seemed to rock between the man try to gag the teen as she effortlessly face fucked the one cock, while rocking on and office the two shafts impaling her pussy and ass.

Lydia pulled the man relishing Brandie’s throat to her chest and luxuriated in the feel of his eager feeding from her breasts. Lydia moaned in pleasure, watching adoringly as Brandie’s lips lost their seal around the cocks withdrawl, cum dribbling down the teens face.

Grabbing a fistful of the teens seemingly more vibrant red hair Lydia leaned into the man ear and asked. “Is she being a good slut? I’m hoping to make more like her.”

Pulling him free of her tit Lydia stepped behind him, lowering her pussy down onto the face of the man whose cock was penetrating Brandie’s pussy, his lips and tongue eager to quench their supernaturally driven sexual thirst on the tainted pussy juices if Lydia’s corrupted body.

Veronica was reeling from the pleasure overwhelming her body. Had she the chance she might’ve questioned how she ended up here. How she strangely felt compelled to obey Brandie when she caught the girl trying to suck off a cock in a viewing booth and went to kick her out.

Now all Veronica could even considering was how to overcome being a simple fuck doll.

She vaguely remembered being concerned about fucking bareback.

She vaguely remembered **** on the cock in her throat.

Now her hands lazily roamed her body, unknowingly slightly shifting her contours along side the large firm grips of the two men using her. She felt like she was losing something, but each taste of pleasure, every climax, every accept surge of pleasure just egged her on.

How long had she worked at this shop eyeing the magazines, the dad’s, the assorted stars these men, and women sought the fawn over and enjoy just seeing.

Veronica’s mind marinated in the thought of being a step even better. Arching her back as the thought coincided with both cocks seeming the hold deep and throb in their own release.

Yes. They were all just enjoying themselves.

Brandie trembled in orgasmic delight as she was suddenly held back, down, and pushed into. She could feel the void of the Idol gnawing on her soul, the dark void of its consumption drawing pieces of the men she was fucking as they released themselves in exchange for its pleasure.

Already she could feel how their desires had started to reshape her. Subtle changes, but she could not mistaken the heavier weight of her chest as the three cocks throbbed within her, their owners holding deep not just to unload. But to cling to the momentary pleasure.

As each cock withdrew, it owner was left impressed. Still hard, aching for use, and unknown to them for sure, just a little bit longer, and larger.

Standing up on uneasy legs, Brandie watched as Lydia took to sixty-nine with the man eat her pussy, deliberately taking a moment to relish corrupting one of the few cocks she hadn’t taken the chance to earlier.

Seeing how Lydia had released herself to the Idol’s will excited Brandie, her mind stirring with wonder of what tonight could bring. All this sin, all this spread corruption.

A larger, and broader bounty to fuel the Idol. A more powerful God to change them.

Collapsing to her knees to play with herself, Brandie licked her lips hungrily as Lydia threw her body back in climax, cum spilling from her lips. Crawling over and aggressively locking lips with Brandie, soon the cocks were gathering round the kneeling women.

“CUM ON US!” Lydia demanded, gesturing Veronica to come up alongside side her as the last of the six men gathered to eject their last loads upon the faces, tits, lips, and hungry tongues of the women.

The men felt suddenly exhausted, the Idol no longer empowering their stamina as it decided they had all fed it enough for now.

As the men groggily began to gather their clothes, and slowly leave, Lydia pulled a similarly drained Veronica to a breast.

As the adult store clerk felt revitalized she gazed about as the haze of **** from the Idol’s influence and Brandie and Lydia’s pheromones lifted.

Veronica scrambled back into her jeans, adjusting and securing her bra into place undeterred by the torn shirt she could no longer wear, to conceal the cleavage the now spilled that little bit more heavily out of her cups.

Going back to the counter Veronica rushed to resume her routine, dealing with a sudden rush of customers who were no longer at a loss for what they were looking for.

Veronica paused for a moment to even wave, feeling a shiver of pleasure course through her as the glossy haired brunette, and bright vibrant red head passed.

Saying a simple, “See you later tonight.”