I knelt before the altar, my naked body glistening with sweat, my cunt throbbing with need. “Hail Satan,” I chanted, my voice husky with lust. “Make me your whore, your filthy fucktoy.”
He materialized behind me, his hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back. “You’re mine,” he growled, his teeth grazing my ear. “My personal slave, my dirty little slut.”
I whimpered in submission, spreading my legs, presenting my holes to him. He slapped my ass, hard, leaving a red handprint on my jiggly flesh. “You like that, you fucking whore?” he snarled. I nodded frantically, my pussy gushing with desire.
He shoved two fingers into my cunt, pumping them hard and fast. I moaned, my back arching, my tits bouncing with each thrust. He added a third finger, stretching me out, making me scream in ecstasy.
“Beg for my cock,” he commanded, removing his fingers and sucking them clean. I did as I was told, my voice desperate and needy.
“Please daddy,” I whimpered, “I need your big, hard cock. I need you to fill me up, to make me your whore.”
He grinned, unzipping his pants and letting his huge dick spring free. I leaned forward, presenting my ass, begging him to mount me. He slid into my tight hole, stretching me out, making me scream in pleasure and pain.
He fucked me hard, pounding my ass, making me take every inch of his cock. I was his slave, his whore, and I loved every minute of it. I came over and over again, my pussy and ass clenching around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.
Finally, with a groan, he filled me up, his hot seed shooting deep into my guts. I collapsed onto the altar, completely used, my holes dripping with his spunk. I was Satan’s whore, and I couldn’t wait for our next depraved session.