Avenging the Handmaidens: part 4 - Exposing The Debauchery In Religious Disguise. (group sex) By Carole n Nice. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Next Day Aftermath The next morning, Prudence and I sat on pillows at the kitchen table and broke fast. Grace had left to take care of both Emily’s and her children. Emily made a large breakfast that we ate in silence. We finished clearing the dishes and looked at each other. “Ok, Last night needs to be discussed,” Emily stated. “First off, how did your father let this get so far out of control? Both Prudence and I shook our heads not knowing. "This is too strange.” This just happened?“ "You both get picked for this Eden Conference out of the blue,” she went on. “Why?” I had no clue and I just shook my head again. I heard my sister Prudence whisper from the side, “I might have said something to Prelate Mathias?” Both Emily and I looked at her stunned! “He kept asking me how things were at home,” Prudence continued. “How was our father since the divorce?” “How were you acting, Chastity.” “Did I noticed anything different in the house?” “Oh my blessed mother,” I cried! “How could you say anything to the Prelate?” Emily shook her head visibly shaken. “Sister PRUDENCE you know better than to let the bishops and prelates to have knowledge of our inside family!” “What in Lords sake were you thinking?” Prudence broke down in tears. “Father spends all his time with you, Chastity.” “Even at the family Eden Conference he was with you, not Emily who he rightfully should have been.” “It wasn’t right!” “And you told the Prelate that, Prudence?” “PRUDENCE,” Emily repeated again at a shout. My sister just nodded. Emily kissed Prudence on the cheek and told her not to worry about it. Just go up and get some rest. Prudence kissed me and apologized. She then went up to her room and slept again. “Emily?” “What are we going to do,” I implored her. She took me by the hand and we went up to my bedroom and laid on the pillow. Emily I think had a fairly good grasp of the danger we were in. Prelate Mathias was a vengeful man and he somehow took slight at something our family had done. In addition, he knew that something was going on between my father and I, (although she didn’t think he had figured out that we had married each other). Excommunication was a real possibility. The community owned all the land our houses stood on. If we were excommunicated, we had to vacate the land and the house that stood on it. We would be homeless and probably without employment. Emily held my hand as we lay on our bed, heads together on my pillow when a loud knocking came on the front door. Both of us jumped up and came out of the bedroom. Prudence was already standing out on the second floor landing, looking frightened to death. “It is Prelate Mathias and his two grandsons, again.” Emily turned to both of us and told us to hide. She walked down the stairs and opened the door. Upon seeing Prelate Mathias, she curtsied to him and bid the twins good morning. “Good Morning, Sister Emily,” he said pleasantly. “I have come to collect the sisters Chastity and Prudence so that we might finish our Eden Conference from last night.” “It wasn’t properly consummated and, of course, it continues from vespers of the day until the evening vigil of the next.” Emily nodded unsure if the scriptures he was quoting were correct and said, “My sisters are not here.” “I think they went to the Holy One’s house in an attempt to see their mother.” The Prelate nodded in understanding. “That is unfortunate because if it is not consummated, I would be bound to commence another twenty four hour period tonight or the next?” With that, I watched down the stairs as one of the twins whispered into his grandfather’s ear. He listened intently and said, “Why of course!” “Emily, my grandson has properly corrected me and explained the time would not restart if a surrogate were to replace them.” “Perhaps you would like to substitute for one of them an

Avenging the Handmaidens: part 3 -  Father’s Bed Needs A Woman. (group sex) By  Carole n Nice. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My father stood up and smiled at all of us kneeling before him. “Daughters, what is your duty,” father asked?“To obey you, father,” we replied in unison. “Prudence, Stand!” My sister stood at my father’s command and awaited his assignment. My father walked over to her, touched the bonnet on her head and then her cheek. “You will go with your two eldest brothers, Thomas and Mathew.” “Yes, father,” She said and knelt at the feet of both of them. I was shocked that my father would assign her to my older brothers. I thought he would give her to one of them but to have a girl who was still days from her nineteenth birthday to men was shocking. I felt for certain that he would assign both Prudence and I to our two oldest brothers, Grace to our youngest and Emily, Our oldest sister in law to himself. My father turned to Grace. “Grace, you will serve my beloved son, Luke.” Grace stood up and said, “Thank you, Father.” “I will make you proud of me and erase our sins.” She then curtseyed to him and went to kneel in front of Luke. My heart sunk. This left me with my youngest brother, John. Although, I loved him he was a bit of a handful and we all dreaded the thought of being assigned to him. I grit my teeth and waited. “Prudence!” “Emily!” “Stand daughters!” We both stood and waited what was ordained to happen. I smiled at Emily, my heart breaking because of not being with my father but bursting with pride that she would rightfully be with our patriarch. “Emily, you will go with my youngest son, John.” “You will serve him well, daughter,” he said. I could see the shock only partially hidden on Emily’s face. “Yes, father.” “I will please and honor your son AS IF HE WERE YOU.” “Prudence, you will serve me.” I nodded and knelt at his feet. This was a disaster. How could father have made such a bad decision to assign Emily to John? I knelt stunned at my father’s feet. I watched as Emily knelt before John and pulled his manhood from his pants. She reached over with amazing dignity and took him into his mouth and started to suck him hard. I felt my father reach for my arm and pull me onto his lap. He was smiling. I put my arms around him, kissed him on the cheek and whispered to him, “How could you assign our oldest sister to John?” “It is an insult.” He took my chin and forced me to look him straight in the eyes. “Because I want you and after that, it all made sense to me.” “Now undress me, Chastity.” I nodded and got off my father’s lap. I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it out of his pants and off his arms. He kissed my lips, his tongue, softly between them and pulled me to him. I bent over to him and trailed my lips to his chest. I kiss his small nipples, using my teeth as he had done to me. I went to my knees and unbuckled his pants. I unfastened them and pulled them from his legs. My hands hardly had his pants off and I was reaching with the other one to pull his undershorts down his legs. All thought of Emily had fled from my brain as my wanting my father’s cock took over my brain. He sprung free of his underwear and stood in front of my eyes. I started to move towards it to grasp it in my lips and I felt him move me upwards. He shook his head and sat me on his lap. I sat down on him and I he placed his manhood between my legs, the side of his shaft laying against the lips of my vagina. I felt my father’s hand touch my breast and he was kissing me so gently. I cupped my breast for him as I did last week and he took my nipple between his lips. I felt like a Madonna, portrayed by so many artists in the past. He nursed on my small breast and I just closed my eyes, relishing his suckling. I looked to Prudence to ensure she was alright. She was on her knees with Mathew’s penis in her mouth. Mathew was holding her head to him as his hips slipped it in and out of her mouth. My oldest brother Thomas fondled her

Avenging The Handmaidens: part 2 - Chastity draws the attention of the Council of 12. (group sex) By Carole n Nice. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Prudence and I were at a loss on what was going on. My Mother knew. With great dignity she walked to the crucifix with the wooden man’s penis embedded in it and stepped on a small stool. She stepped over it, her legs straddling the cross and took a deep breath. She slowly impaled herself on the wooden penis. I could see her biting her lip and closing her eyelids as she pushed herself down onto it. My sister and I just looked at her as Saint Evangeline pulled her down on top of the cross and tied her hands spread across the arm lengths. My mother was pushed over on a cross that had a penis embedded inside her and tied arm spread to the cross sides. Saint Evangeline began to take an evergreen branch and commence to spank my mother with it, causing deep red marks across her. My mother started to say her forgiveness prayers. I heard a sound, paying no attention to it until Prudence shook me to pay attention. I looked up and one of the Prelates restated his demand. My sister and I were to strip and offer ourselves to the Holy One! Both of us looked at each other in amazement at this great honor. Could he even do anything at 92? I blinked past my sacrilegious thought and felt my sister turn me away from her so she could unbutton my dress. When she finished, I unbuttoned hers, also. I took my dress down from my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I was still somewhat shy but I looked at prudence who had already removed her shift. I quickly reached down and pulled my shift over my head. I caught my breath for a second, while I stood in my bra and bloomer panties. Prudence had already cleared her clothing from her body. I felt someone reaching and unfastening my bra and turned my head to see Prudence working hurriedly. She bent to my ear and said, “We are in the Council of Twelve.” “We must hurry!” I nodded and reached into the waist band of my panties and pulled them down off my legs. My sister grasped my hand as we stood in front of the Council of 12, naked. I heard the swish of branches and a gasp… Remembering my mother was getting spanked by Saint Evangeline. Her rear end was red and swollen from the evergreen branches penetrating her skin. One of the Prelates came up to my sister Prudence and pulled her away with him. I looked up and saw the “Holy One” beckon to me so as to sit beside him. I moved over to the elderly man and he patted the seat. I sat down, nodded and acknowledged him, “Your Eminence.” He smiled at me and said, “We must have an anointing ceremony for your mother firsts.” “After that, you will have to take me in your mouth.” He smiled and with a wink said, “I haven’t given seed to anyone in twelve years.” “You just need to suck on it and I’ll fake the rest.” “This will not be difficult for you.” I nodded. I heard a door open and a very big man dressed to be a bull entered. He snorted and mounted the cross in front of my mother. His penis was huge. Two of the prelates came to each side of my mother while Saint Evangeline continued to whip her with the evergreen branches. I was getting nervous that my mother would be permanently scarred when one of the prelates raised his hand and called for prayer. My sister, who was doing one of the Prelate’s orally, immediately took the penis from her mouth. She assumed the prayer position. I dropped onto my knees and did the same. The Prelate on her left side of my mother anointed her with oil on her forehead and each of her buttocks. When he had finished, the other one sprinkled holy water over her and gave her a baptismal blessing. When they had finished, a man dressed as a bull entered the room. Our baptismal fonts all have a large bull built over them. They represent fertility and the hope of atonement in heaven. The man in the bull costume straddled the cross and presented his penis to my mother’s mouth. She prayed a

Avenging the Handmaidens: part 1 - A story about religion, a young girl and original sin. (group sex) By Carole_n_Nice. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My name is Chastity. I’m 18 years old and live in a large religious community on the Arizona-Utah border in the United States. Our religious community considers ourselves to be Christians but most main stream religions view us as a sect at best. Our main difference from the more standard religions is that we believe;Eve was the first person to inhabit our earth in the Garden of Eden. She copulated with God and out of that union was born Adam. Sometime afterward, she also copulated with her son, Adam. Adam was the forbidden fruit, (Not an apple). Adam and Eve were exiled from Eden because of incest between the mother and her son. The Original sin that was committed by Eve was the seduction of her son. Within our religious group, we can go to heaven by serving a penalty.  Women are on the lowest rung of our social caste because it is our fault for being thrown out of Eden in the first place. If we do well in the immediate life, we come back as men. If we do well as a man, then we are allowed into Heaven. You can also go to heaven, (even if you are a woman), if you are awarded sainthood. This is very seldom done. There are three ranks of hierarchy within our church, (only men are allowed ranking).Elder, (the basic priesthood open to all men 18 and older).Bishop would be in charge of a group of members of about 200 families. Prelate, there are only twelve prelates. The religion allows polygamy for Bishops and Prelates. I am a small, petite girl, (5'1" 102 lbs. and a 32-A bust). I dress as all my sisters dress; a plain dress, (black, blue, grey of sometimes a small flowered pattern for special occasions). Our dresses normally fall midway between our knees and ankles. We wear a white starched apron and a fabric bonnet that lays on the hair and ties under the chin. The bonnet is sacred and mandated for all women of purity. It must be worn at all times in the presence of any man except one’s husband. I live with a family of six siblings, (four brothers, a sister, and myself). I am the youngest at eighteen. My sister Prudence is also eighteen but ten months older than I am. My brothers range in age from Thomas (26), Mathew (25), Luke (23) and John (21). My father is 60 and my mother is 46. Chastity’s First Eden Rites On my eighteenth birthday, my mother gathered my sister and me for my “First Eden Rites.” We follow her into my mother’s bedroom and kneel to say our prayers. After about 15 minutes of prayers, my mother calls us to our feet and starts my oral exam to ensure that I am schooled and an appropriate Catechumen. “Chastity, What are you?” I nervously take a breath. I’ve study our bible for years and can recite it by heart. I’m still nervous but I know I’ll pass. "I am a Woman, mother.“ "I created the first sin against our beloved lord and I am responsible for having us exiled from Eden.” “Chastity, as a woman, how will you atone for your sins?” “Mother, I will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey my husband, my ordained Elders and my Father in all things." "I will work for them to be accepted into heaven and I will strive to reach the next step of reincarnated manhood.” My mother smiled at me and said, “What is the Doctrine and Covenants of the Eden Conference?” I, in great detail, explain the Doctrine and Covenants of the Eden Conference.“Because women are sinners, we must obey men," "Because we believe in the sisterhood and the privilege of polygamy," "Often times there will not be enough women to be wives to all our ordained elders," "The Eden Conference may be called by my father, husband or an ordained Bishop, so that men may relieve themselves with us sinners." "I am to do all things required of me during the Eden Conference and display my love for our Lord through unquestioning obedience.” “Chastity,” my mother said, “and what will happen tonight?” “My fathe

A Quick Midnight Dip -  Cheryl’s naked swim on a hot night turns her hotter. (group sex) By Ashson. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I love hot sunny days. You can get away with wearing almost nothing, knowing all the boys are watching you. You can go swimming or take a pleasant walk in the country (as long as you choose a suitably shaded trail). Sunny days are the best. There is one problem with hot sunny days. They tend to be followed by hot, mucky, nights, and they’re the pits. You’re too hot and sweaty to sleep and too tired not to and you have a dreadful night and wake up grumpy. Turn on the air conditioner, I hear you say. Then you’re a trifle cooler and kept awake by the insist drone of the air conditioner. Whisper quiet, they say. A very loud whisper if you ask me, pitched in a voice that carries it throughout the house. This particular night I was trying to sleep without using an air conditioner. The heat and humidity were winning. I grumbled my way out of bed and over to the window, hoping that if I leaned out I might catch a faint breeze. I had mixed luck there. I didn’t find a breeze but I did spot the swimming pool next door, full of cool, calming, cleansing, water. Why not go for a quick dip, I asked myself? Why not indeed? The Adams’s were away on vacation and not expected back for another week. No-one was there. I knew this because my mother had the key and checked the place every so often. I could slip next door and have a nice refreshing dip. The exercise and the coolness would help me get to sleep afterwards. I was about to grab my bikini but then I thought the hell with it. There wouldn’t be anyone around and even if there was it was night. No-one would see me. I slipped out of the house and went next door. Initially I sat on the edge of the pool, just dangling my feet in the water. Even that much contact with the cool water was enough to feel refreshing. I was wearing baby-doll pyjamas, scraps of material that weighed nothing. It was a job of seconds to shed them and then I was in the pool. I swam a little and then floated a little, luxuriating in the coolness. It wasn’t nearly as dark as I’d thought it would be, what with a clear sky and a full moon. I could actually see quite well. Still, I was safe from observation. When I’d looked from my window the pool had been shadowy. I felt I could safely assume that the same would apply to anyone else who looked out of their window at midnight, not that there would be too many people doing that. I was just floating drowsily, thinking that I really should get out and go back to bed. I got a real shock when someone spoke to me. “Hi, Cheryl. Looks like great minds think alike.” I promptly tried to drown myself but after a bit of swearing and floundering I found myself standing in water that wasn’t too deep and still covered me to chest high. Looking around I saw Jordan and Brendan standing by the steps of the pool, smiling at me. What was worse was the fact that they were both wearing bathing shorts. “What are you doing here?” I demanded. I know, silly question. What did I think they were doing seeing both of them were dressed for swimming? “Take a guess,” said Jordan. “Go on. Take a wild stab at the reason we’re here.” “You’re going swimming,” I said. “Well, not with me, you’re not. Go hop in the deep end and I’ll depart and leave you to it.” “Now don’t be like that, Cheryl. We wouldn’t dream of depriving you of your swim. If you don’t want company in the pool we’ll just wait here until you’re ready to go. That’s fair and reasonable, isn’t it Jordan.” “I have to agree with you, Brendan. That sounds like a plan to me.” The two oafs just stood there smiling. “Ah, look, boys, I’m not exactly dressed for male company. Do you mind moving elsewhere while I get out?” “Cheryl,” exclaimed Brendan. “Don’t tell me you’re skinny dipping. I’m shocked. Truly shocked. Aren’t you shocked, Jordan?” “I am, Brendan. Deeply shocked. To think that sweet little Cheryl would go

Spontaneous Saturday Morning - Girl meets a local hot musician and one thing leads to another. (erotic Coupling) By KMcT. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. A new message alert pinged up on Lee’s phone. Andy: I’d really like it if you swallowed my cum right now Ha! She thought to herself, I guess that means our first date was a success. Lee: I guess we’ll have to see each other again then 😉 Andy: What are you doing today? Andy: Do you want to come over? :) Lee thought for a moment, she had plans to meet friends in a few hours, but she had a couple of hours before then… Lee: You know what, I’m feeling spontaneous - why not? I can come over in 30-40min when I’ve had my ☕ Andy: See you soon 😘 Lee dropped her phone on the bed beside her and flopped back into the pillows grinning. She met Andy a couple of days ago after matching with the musician on Tinder and had been thrilled to discover he lived two streets down from her. They had spent two hours in a local pub chatting about topics ranging from capitalism and its impact on creativity, LGBTQI rights, travel and touring, d&d, relationship anarchy and sex menus. As they walked from the pub back to their respective homes, Andy laughed and said, “I still can’t get over how close we are to each other. Its just so… Conevient.” He ended with a wink. “I know, it’s kind of the dream right? If we have as much chemistry behind closed doors as we do in the pub it’s pretty ideal.” Replied Lee with a grin. “Well, that assumes we see each other more than once.” Andy says slyly with a little side eye. Lee countered, “there’s nothing wrong with an up front one night stand, but you have to admit the first time you fuck someone new is never the best. It’s so much better once you know that if you kiss them just here, for example,” and with that Lee brings her hand up to her throat and caresses a sensitive spot with a wink across to Andy, “that it will instantly make them weak at the knees and breathless… Well, that’s when you really have some fun.” At this point they reached her corner and stopped abruptly. “Oh, this is me. Thanks, I had fun!” Andy stood slightly lost for words as she smiled and hugged him goodbye. He’d never come across anyone quite like this tall, curvaceous woman with short, wild green hair and genuinely seemed to want to listen to his thoughts on the world and was so incredibly up front about sex. There had been undeniable chemistry between them but the date had ended with a chaste hug goodbye on the corner. Andy decided not to go in for a kiss because he wasn’t comfortable with pda on a street corner…. They had messaged back and forth over the next few days with Lee sharing her sex menu and Andy sharing his first attempt at one with her in return. She noticed that he mentioned cumming several times, including liking seeing it in the mouth, down the throat, on the face and it made Lee squirm and press her thighs together with excitement. Lee had a bit of a secret cum fetish, but her last few partners had not liked to focus on bodily fluids leaving her somewhat frustrated on that score. It’s not that she ever wanted to get pregnant, but there was something undeniably hot about people loosing control and squirting or jizzing in a great gush as they cum. Lee privately watched gifs and videos of cunts and asses oozing creamy white cum as she masturbated with her big dildo. Reading Andy’s sex menu she could see they were going to get along just great. Lee debated how she felt about fucking Andy if he didn’t want to see her again afterwards. She was always a little nervous behind her confident exterior with new sexual partners. Being 5 foot 10", size 20 with G Cup breasts and an arse that had been described as munificent, bountiful and lush (among other epithets) and almost translucent white skin, she was used to treating men, especially straight men, off the Internet with caution. But he had come across as a very genuine person and a good egg when they met, and although she

Married To A Goddess: part 9 -  The Gods fight to the death. By DustinMidnight. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Vanessa was driving as fast out of town as she could, her bags in the trunk of her car. She glanced at the clock on the dashboard, waiting for it to be late enough in the morning to call her sister to let her know she was going to have a surprise visit. She saw signs for a work zone and let the car slow a bit. The last thing she needed was to be pulled over for speeding. “Come on, I just need to get as far away from here as I can,” she muttered. She imagined the nightmare of what would happen when Liesmith discovered she hadn’t succeeded in what he wanted her to do – seducing Dan.  She cursed under her breath, suddenly craving another cigarette. She wanted – no, needed a smoke. Everything was driving her crazy. She found the pack at the top of her purse on the passenger seat, pulled one out, and placed it in her mouth, then needed to hunt for a lighter, her fingers fumbling through the purse while she kept her eyes on the road. “Come on, where are you?” she groaned under her breath, still hunting for the thing. Suddenly, a hand holding a lighter appeared in front of her. “Need a light?” a male voice said with a light chuckle. Vanessa’s eyes widened as she let out a scream. The car swerved across two lanes, narrowly avoiding hitting any other cars. Vanessa suspected that Liesmith was manipulating everything around them to make sure that she wasn’t going to hit anyone. She continued sideways across the shoulder, then off the road, and slammed into a tree. Everything went dark for Vanessa as she heard, “I’m not done with you.” Dan and Annabelle pulled each other into the bedroom, their arms around each other, like a pair of horny teenagers. They ripped each other’s clothes off. Dan’s shirt fell right on top of Gizzy’s head where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, though the gremlin wasn’t paying much attention – she had found an old portable radio in a drawer and was tearing it apart just to see how it worked. The lust that ran over the two of them was pure desire. Dan ripped Annabelle’s shirt open with a light growl, as Annabelle moaned. “Oh, Dan! Are you planning on being rough with me tonight?” she teased. Dan picked her up and put the goddess over his shoulder, and she began to squeal in utter delight. “I’m gonna be rough with you all day and all night, baby!” Dan chuckled, his voice sounding gruff. He was prepared to reclaim his woman – his wife – his goddess! It was the only way. He began carrying her off to the sex dungeon she had created. No point in wasting such a nice thing, right? Dan carried the goddess into their little red room, though it wasn’t very little. The walls were lined with many sex toys, and there was a huge heart-shaped bed in the center. Dan noticed a switch labeled “Bed” on the wall, flipped it with his free hand, and saw that it made the bed spin in a slow circle. He smirked as he practically tossed Annabelle onto the bed, watching how she started moving in a circle. Dan reached down and began undoing his pants. The goddess’s eyes were locked on him even as she was moving with the bed. “Hmm, sweetheart, you look like a beast,” she cooed. Dan couldn’t help but chuckle as he muttered, “Well, I guess you’re my prey, then, ‘cause this beast is feeling hungry.” He dropped his pants, revealing the large and lengthy bulge in his underwear, pressing against the fabric enough to leave nothing to the imagination. “Oh, is that so, Mr. Beast? Are you planning on taking down your beauty?” She giggled as she reached down and pulled her panties off, tossing them at her lover, making sure the silken garment landed right on his face. Her scent was intoxicating. As he walked closer, he tossed those musky panties off to the side, hitting a button on the wall. A panel slid open, revealing a speaker that began playing sweet music, a bottle of champagne, and two glasses. Dan didn’t care about th

Married To A Goddess: part 8;Annabelle Gets Played. Vanessa Makes Her Move. By DustinMidnight. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Gizzy laid there snoozing on the couch with a controller in her hand as she had a blanket covering a part of her body. Dan listened to how she snored. And gave a light kick on the blanket. It was rather funny, as Dan moved over and pushed the blanket over her, even covering her breast. She grunted, “Burn baby burn, he he he!” Gizzy mumbled in her sleep. Dan flat out wasn’t sure what she meant by that and probably didn’t want to know. He sighed and began heading over towards the bedroom. He noticed a bit Bast wasn’t around. Normally she’d sneak up and try to bug him or make a snarky remark. But for the most part. Dan imagined that she might’ve just gone to bed or was having a night in the town. Cat’s are weird, so why wouldn’t a Cat goddess, be just as weird. “Well as long as she isn’t causing trouble or puking in my shoes.” He sighed and started heading towards the bedroom. He groaned and called out, “Annabelle I’m home!” He reached over and opened the door. He turned the light on and what he saw shocked him. His heart had practically stopped right there. His eyes turning into a dinner plate, as he almost heard the sounds of something snapping. Annabelle was laying there naked in bed, her arms around someone. Her body holding them closer, as she had a smile. Sure she was asleep. But the person her arms were wrapped around was another man. Dan didn’t know who he was, as he felt his hand tightening up into a fist, a part of him snapping, as he popped his neck. Anger rising over him, as he wanted to grab the fucker, grab him, and throw him in the wall. Who the fuck is he!? Why is he in my bed! Dan felt his mind racing as he tried to find the right words something, anything. But when he opened his mouth the only things that came out of that hole he called a mouth were simply. “What the flying fuck is this!” His voice was a lot higher than it was supposed to be. Though suddenly Annabelle woke up practically jumping out as she looked over towards Dan with a smile, as she was still half asleep. “Hey honey, ready for another round already?” Though Dan wasn’t paying attention to her. “Dan what are you doing over there?” Though Dan growled in annoyance as he thought he heard something else. His blood boiling more, though pushing the anger as much as he could as he watched the stranger on the other side of the room. “What am I doing here Who the hell is that!” He pointed over as Annabelle turned her head. She didn’t recognize the person either. It was a strange man laying there his head on the pillow. Long dirty blonde hair. Slightly tan skin. Heck, he had a few various Tattoos on his back. Though The goddess didn’t recognize her. Her mind went blank as she was realizing what was going on. She turned to overlook towards Dan as she called out. “Dan this isn’t what it looks like! I Can Explain!” She reached over pulling herself out of bed. Revealing she was completely naked under the bed, “I’m sure you can explain I’m sure, But what the fuck! Was everything a lie?” “Dan none of this is a lie. I love you I swear I never would’ve slept with anyone without you!” Annabelle yelled out, but she saw the anger in his eyes– No there was more to it than anger, sadness- Broken. “Really none of its, a lie. You’re the goddess of Lust and Death, you can do so much I mean, did I even break up with Vanessa, Did you mess with it!” He grunted hard as he watched Annabelle remembering what Liesmith had told him. It was there Annabelle looked hurt, as she looked away. Tears in her eyes. “I did, I screwed with your previous relationship… a bit on purpose, but I’m so sorry I never told you. I didn’t want to hurt you but Dan I swear I Love you, I wanted to be with you. So, I just made a small suggestion to her. It was wrong but… I wanted you so much.” She sniffed hard as she was getting ready to cry, her face turning red. As she

Married to a Goddess: part 7 Dan gets played by Annabelle. By DustinMidnight. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. She glanced at the license and asked the usual question, “Do you know how fast you were going?” “I was going 40…?” Dan ventured a guess, though he cursed under his breath because he hadn’t paying attention, with the combination of the unfamiliar muscle car and the sexy hitchhiker fantasy that had been occupying his brain. He couldn’t help checking out Annabelle the cop as she looked over the car registration.  The buttons of her uniform shirt looked to be straining against her breasts. That was when he noticed that her badge and the silver insignia on her collar read “HPD.” He wondered what the “H” stood for. Some random town in the middle of wherever this was supposed to be? “You were going 50 in a 35,” Annabelle informed him. “I’ll have to write you a ticket. But I need to check something first.” She turned around, revealing that she was wearing a very tight pair of leather pants, and her uniform shirt was short enough that he could see the waistband of a black pair of panties. Her round ass jiggled slightly as he watched her walk back to her squad car. Dan sighed and rubbed his temples. “Annabelle, whatever you’re planning, he groaned. "Well, this is something.” He closed his eyes and got comfortable, leaning back into the driver’s seat. Within seconds, though, there was a tapping on the side of the car. He looked to see Annabelle standing there, arms crossed, which somehow made her breasts look slightly bigger. “Please step out of the vehicle, sir.” Her voice was demanding, like she was ready to bust a few heads. As she tipped her sunglasses down, the annoyed look in her eyes told him that she meant business. Dan did as he was told, stepping out. He stood there, still taller than the goddess/cop, though she didn’t seem to care. She grabbed him by the arm, forcing him onto the hood of the car. “You’re under arrest for being horny!” she declared. She slapped a pair of cuffs onto Dan’s wrists, and. His face twisted into pure confusion. “Wait, what? What do you mean, I’m under arrest for being horny?” he protested. “Yes, I saw your erection while you handed me your license. Under the power vested in me by the Horny Police Department, I have the right to bring you in for up to ninety days. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you and your body parts do can and will be used against you in a court of law.” “Come on, this is ridiculous. Annabelle, is there any way I can get out of this?” Dan tried to move, but his wrists chafed against the cold steel cuffs. “That’s Officer Allnight. First name Luvin’.” She growled and pointed to her “L. Allnight” name tag, then pushed him back down onto the hood. Her arm reached around and suddenly groped him. “Hey, what’s the big deal?!” Dan called out as he grunted. She squeezed his balls. The kind of squeezing that hurt, yet at the same time felt really good. “I’m assessing your hidden weapon, and preparing a statement for the chief,” she growled while continuing to squeeze Dan couldn’t help but moan lightly. “Come on, there has to be something I can do! Can’t we talk about this?” Dan exclaimed as he felt her moving hand against his jeans, really getting a feel of his cock. A smirk appeared on the face of Officer Allnight. “You’re willing to do anything, huh? Well, I might have an idea. Get in the back of my cruiser. I think I know what you can do for me, fucker.” Her voice was demanding as she showed pure control. Dan couldn’t help but feel turned on by this. She was being so much different from her usual self; more demanding, more in control. She wasn’t holding back. “I’ll do anything,” Dan muttered, while biting his lips. Yes, this seemed to be exactly what Annabelle wanted to hear. Her hands reached down and squeezed his ass as she muttered, “Get in my squad car, unless you want indecent exposure and ‘horny in public’ charges.” She laughed as she grabbed his s

Married to a Goddess: part 6;Goddesses line up to enjoy Dan’s bed. By DustinMidnight.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In front of him were three beautiful women, each of them gorgeous in their own way. Annabelle went to give each of the girls a hug. She started with the blonde, who was wearing a pink tank top and a baseball cap, Plus a pair of short shorts that barely covered her ass. The woman smiled and hugged back. “Annabelle! It’s so great to see you!” cooed the blonde “It’s been what, 50 years?” After Annabelle broke the hug, the blonde gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, Aphrodite. It’s only been a few years. How had Hephaestus been?” “Oh, the usual. Working nonstop and hanging out in his forge. Though Aries always manages to take care of my needs. Right, honey buns?” She giggled, looking back at the man. He grunted and nodded with a thumbs-up. Annabelle moved on to hug the dark-skinned, dark-haired woman in the center who was wearing traditional-looking Indian garb. “Kali, how’s it going?” she asked. “Been destroying anything?” “Not for a while. No one has given me a reason to truly destroy. Though I suppose it’s good for the world. You know, I’ve heard you were married.” The woman looked past Annabelle, towards Dan, who gave a wave. It was then he noticed the woman who went by the name Kali had six arms, no, maybe it was ten. All he could tell was that she was very handy. He thought she was quite beautiful, although then he noticed she was wearing a necklace of small skulls. He gulped at that. The woman sneered. “He doesn’t seem like much. Too skinny. And Shiva is more handsome.” She shrugged shoulders and patted Annabelle’s back with one of her lower arms. The third woman looked Japanese and wore a pink silk robe with red trim. Annabelle moved to hug her and said, “Amaterasu, you’re looking good. How’s raising the sun going?” The woman kept her eyes down. “It has been fine. Though it’s been quite a trip here today. Can we please begin our meeting? The day is young, just as I am.” She bowed her head. “Sure, come in,” said Annabelle, waving them in from the hallway. “We have a lot to talk about. Oh, and let me formally introduce my husband. His name is Dan.” Annabelle smiled as she gestured toward him, showing him off like he was a brand-new pet. Dan wondered if any of the visitors were going to pat him on the head. “He seems nice,” said Aphrodite, “But why go all the way and get married instead of just having a fling? I remember the last time I was married to a mortal.” The beautiful woman shuddered as she looked off into the distance. Dan couldn’t help but ask, “What happened?” “It was horrible! I had to cook, I had to clean, no one paid attention to me, I was treated like a wench. He wasn’t even great in bed!” Dan might have felt bad for her if she hadn’t been sounding like a Real Housewife of Beverly Hills. He assumed she was overexaggerating. “So what did you do?” he asked. “Oh, I started the Trojan War and had him killed as soon as he went out into battle. Just like that, I was free, and I could get back with my handsome lug of a boyfriend.” Although she was wearing wedge sandals with tall platforms, she still had to get up on tiptoes to give the man behind her a kiss. He didn’t show much expression, just nodded and grunted again. “Well, that’s… nice.” Dan felt his head drop. He wasn’t sure how to react to that. This was really a situation of utter weirdness, but he figured he’d just go with the flow. “Aphrodite, please don’t scare my husband. I don’t want him to run away from me just ‘cause you put crazy thoughts in his head.” Annabelle leaned over and kissed his neck. Dan’s cheeks turned to a deep red in utter surprise as he smiled at his wife/goddess. Aphrodite smirked. “Oh, fine, heh. Besides, I’m just teasing the cutie. Hey, we better get down to business. I have a manicure appointment in Thessaloniki around six, and I don’t want to be late. Then me and Aries-baby are gonna go out to get a drin