SATAN'S DISCIPLE
By MISLED69
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Satan's Disciple
Mia
I had been with my husband for almost nine years. Except for a period when we
were separated, I was never with another man other than him. I loved him and he
was my best friend and I wouldn't have changed that or jeopardized the
relationship for anything in the world.
Bobby
Bobby is a thick 6'3". Bobby is half African American, half Puerto Rican.
Bobby is arrogant and a jerk, which is what I like about him. I met Bobby well
over 10 years ago, before my husband and I even dated. Bobby to was just another
one of my victims in a time when I was just totally unworthy. Back then, I
fucked who ever and blew them off, labeling them one of my
victims. I don't remember exactly how I met Bobby and I don't remember much
about what happened between us. I do remember that it was not the best encounter
in the world and left the scene and never looked back.
Through the years, I ran into Bobby on many occasions and each encounter ended
badly. But during these encounters, I learned something. Bobby is Satan; he
manages to bring something out in me that I would rather stay buried and I hate
him for that.
Mia
My life changed. I grew up put the victim days behind me. I managed to settle
down with the man I truly love. Marriage is not easy, but I was managing just
fine. However, I after 8+ years of marriage, kids and making a home I
began to go through something really weird. I became depressed and I could not
cry to relieve the stress. I felt as though I needed to break free from the
every day strains of my life. Something was missing. I was tired of being tired;
not even prayer lifted my spirits. I started smoking and drinking a lot, looking
for the answer. Then it dawned on me one day; I needed someone else to touch me.
I longed for the victim days again. Non committal, meaningless sex is what I
wanted, that is who I am. Am I crazy or is this what they call the 'seven year
itch'.
Bobby
One evening, I took the long way home. I was not in a hurry to get home or
anywhere for that matter. I was standing at the bus stop, minding my business
when an old, dark blue pick-up truck passed by. I thought I heard someone say
something, but I ignored it. Then the truck comes back down the street and the
person in the truck speaks to me but I brush him off. He
stops and tells me that I know him. I argued that I didn't. He pulls over and
parks across the street, gets out and walks toward me. As he gets closer, I see
its Bobby, Satan himself. Damn he looked good in that police uniform and he was
wearing his gun, which really turned me on. Why, oh why didn't I run for my
life? Bobby is bad for me. But, I let Satan suck me in, literally.
Bobby Knows Mia
Bobby has a way of getting under my skin. He is so arrogant. I don't know how
but Bobby knows me, he was always able to read me. He could tell me what I
wanted, needed and what was wrong in my life and would be right 99.9% of the
time. But Bobby never would tell me much about himself. Its like he is
this spirit from my past that surfaces when he senses I need release. All of
that did not matter the day I ran into Bobby; I was itching for the attention of
another, no matter how hard I try to suppress the feeling. I knew that all Bobby
wanted was sex, he wanted to control me and used me. So Satan begins to bate me,
offer me up. I turn down his advances, calling him Satan to his face and try
move on with my depressed existence, but not without having given Satan my pager
number.
Bobby/Satan
Satan is good. Bobby was persistent. He did not giving up on what he wanted and
what he felt I needed. I did not know what I wanted or needed but Bobby knew all
along. Bobby put on the full court press. Satan was determined. I became totally
dazzled by his attention and his presence. I put my guard down and allowed Satan
into my realm. Bobby asked me if I could handle this. Entranced I gave Satan the
answer he knew I would. Yes, yes I can handle it.
Rendezvous with Bobby/Satan
I fought the urge to get involved with Satan again. But the void in me wanted to
get involved. Bobby ordered me to meet him at the metro station. I was there and
on time. Bobby took me to his house. One we were there, I immediately reloaded
my defenses and faired well in fighting off Satan's advances. I became
determined not to give into Bobby, that evening. Then Bobby hugged me and it
felt so good. Satan kissed me with those soft, juicy lips and I melted. I came
to my senses and made Bobby take me home, until next time.
The Dare
Satan was persistent. Bobby continued to blow up my pager. He continued his full
court press for a week. Despite my defenses he persisted. Satan called me a
chicken he taunted me, dared me told me that I was afraid. I was thoroughly
afraid of Satan. Bobby represents a part of me that is not good. A part of my
life I'd rather not revisit. Once I go back, I'll want it more
and more. Yet, no matter how hard I fought against him, I became enamored with
his press. I liked it. Satan's advances revived the sexual cockiness that I once
had long ago. I became entranced and fell into his trap. He asked me to have an
affair with him and I said yes. So the time presented itself and he picked me
up.
Sex with Satan/Bobby
Bobby took me to a hotel. He remembered how much I loved sex in a sleazy motel.
Satan wasted no time. I zoned out. I watched him take off his gun belt, his
bulletproof vest, pants then his underwear. He looked so good, a little thicker
than I remembered. Then I snapped out of it and realized that I was cheating on
my husband. That thought left my head quickly Satan laid me down gently and
kissed me tenderly. I was gone. I kissed, licked, and sucked Satan like I was
starving for his approval. I needed him and wanted him badly but Satan
overwhelmed me. Bobby is very demanding and very much a man so he took what he
wanted from me and I liked it. Satan would not let me do what I wanted to do; he
would no let me make him my victim again. Satan slid down between my legs,
pushed my legs back over my head and began to lick my wet pussy. I tried to
break away but he grabbed my arms, held me down and made me take it. He slid his
hot tongue into my even hotter hole sucking it dry. He sucked and chewed
on my clit until it was raw. He made me cum over and over and over again. Was
this to prove that he was "the man?" It no longer was what I let Bobby
do; it was what Bobby wanted.
Satan would not stop. Careful not to give my wanting hole too much attention, he
switched to the 69 and shoved his cock into my throat. I swallowed eagerly as he
sucked me and made me cum again with his dick in my mouth. Bobby is so strong,
he flipped me over and smacked my ass and shoved his big thick cock into my
asshole as if he was punishing me. He drilled my
tight whole with no lubricant while smacking my ass so hard, that tears welled
up in my eyes. Bobby fucked my ass hard and made me cum again and again. I
begged him to stop. Satan would not stop. My asshole was so sore. Satan would
not stop. After what seemed like an hour of this punishment. Bobby finally
fucked my sopping wet pussy. He held my legs back behind my head and slammed his
weight into my hole. I begged for mercy. Satan would not stop. He talked big
shit at me, asking me, "Who's pussy is this"? When my answer was
not what he wanted to here, he fucked me harder. The pain made me cum so hard
that I screamed. Satan threatened to tape my mouth shut, if I did not control
myself. He pulled his dick out of me and sat on my face and shoved it down my
throat making me suck my own cum off of it. Satan taunted me, "You
will not go home and fuck you husband tonight"! "This is my pussy and
you will give it to me when I want it." I mustered up the strength to say
no to him, he shoved himself deeper into my throat and shot his huge load into
my stomach, demanding that I take it all. After only a few minutes to
regain my composure. Bobby made me get on top and ride him; I came three more
times. Satan would not stop. Bobby pushed me on the bed and fucked my sore cunt
some more then pulled his dick out of me and came all over my stomach and pussy.
Satan would not stop. After another hour or so of this erotic abuse, Bobby
finally stopped. I was wasted, spent, and weak and my legs were shaking, I could
barely walk. It was his goal to break me and he did. Bobby took me home.
The next day Bobby did not call me or page me for two days. Deep inside I knew
he wouldn't. But deeper inside I hoped he would. I went into this with my eyes
wide shut, knowing exactly what Satan wanted. I allowed Satan to have his way
and I enjoyed it, I wanted it. Why do I crave more of Bobby's attention? I don't
know. Finally he paged me. I was relieved to hear from him and although I
had not recovered from the previous episode, I wanted more. I asked myself if I
would allow it to happen again. Oh, yes, Satan took me again and I was his
willing disciple.