My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives

Helen slid off Damian’s lap, her body still trembling from the aftershocks, and climbed onto the table, lying flat on her stomach. The wooden surface was cool against her flushed skin as she reached back, grabbing fistfuls of Damian’s blazer and pulling it to her mouth. She bit down hard on the fabric, eyes wide with raw excitement, staring back at him over her shoulder.

Damian stood behind her, his hands gliding over the curve of her ass, fingers pressing into the soft flesh with gentle rubs. He raised one hand and brought it down in a sharp spank, the slap echoing in the empty cafe.

Pa!

Helen’s body jolted, a low moan vibrating through the blazer in her teeth. He spanked her again, harder, the impact reddening her cheek. Another smack followed, then more in quick succession; left, right, alternating, each one landing with a crisp crack. Her moans grew deeper, muffled but insistent, as her ass cheeks turned a deep red, marked with his handprints.

Damian gripped his cock, still slick from her pussy, and pressed the swollen head against her tight asshole. Helen gasped sharply, her body tensing, but he dragged it downward, aligning with her dripping entrance. He jammed in deep, burying himself to the hilt in her pussy. A muffled scream tore from her throat into the blazer, her fingers tightening on the fabric.

He paused, letting her adjust, then licked his thumb slowly, coating it with saliva. He traced circles around her puckered asshole, caressing the sensitive ring before pushing the tip inside. Helen’s body shuddered violently, her back arching as the intrusion stretched her. Damian twisted his thumb deeper, feeling her clench around it.

With that, he started pounding her pussy, hips slamming forward in steady thrusts. Helen released the blazer from her mouth and grabbed the edges of the table, her knuckles whitening as the surface shook under them. His cock plunged in and out, stretching her walls, balls slapping against her clit with each drive. She pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, her red ass jiggling from the force.

Damian’s pace quickened, grunts escaping him as pressure built. He thrust harder, deeper, until his cock throbbed and erupted, pumping hot cum deep into her pussy, filling her until it leaked out around him. Helen whimpered, her body quivering from the warmth spreading inside.

Without pulling out of her fully, Damian withdrew his thumb with a wet pop and immediately drove his cock into her ass. The tight ring resisted at first, then yielded, swallowing him inch by inch. Helen’s cries grew louder, sharp and unrestrained, her legs shivering uncontrollably as he stretched her.

He held still, buried deep, waiting as her breathing ragged out in pants. Once she caught her breath, Damian began moving his hips slowly, sliding out halfway before pushing back in. He built the pace gradually; steady strokes turning to firm thrusts, then wild back shots that made her entire body jolt. Each powerful slam drew a scream from Helen, her voice breaking as he hammered her ass relentlessly, skin slapping against skin.

Sweat dripped down his back as he kept going, the friction driving him to the edge. His cock pulsed, unloading thick spurts of cum into her asshole, filling it up until it overflowed, trickling down her thighs. Helen collapsed forward, tired and breathing heavily, her chest heaving against the table.

Damian leaned over her, pressing his body along her back, and kissed her cheeks.

”Let me give you some extra juice to keep you running longer than two weeks,” he murmured against her skin.

He flipped her onto her back, the table creaking under the shift. Damian hooked his hands under her knees, lifting and spreading her legs high. He positioned his cock at her pussy and drove in hard, bottoming out in one thrust. Helen moaned loud, her voice echoing, as he began pounding her with brutal force, hips snapping forward.

She reached out, arms extending toward him, and Damian released her legs, leaning in to wrap her in a tight hug. They settled into missionary, her legs raised and bent over his shoulders, ankles near his ears. Every stroke stabbed deep, his cockhead battering her cervix, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her. Helen’s vision blurred at the edges, the intensity overwhelming, but she stayed silent, just taking it, her body rocking with each impact.

He kept pounding, unrelenting, her pussy clenching around him as her world narrowed. Her vision faded completely, everything distant and hazy, until she slipped into a light snooze beneath him, exhausted from the ramming.

Damian noticed her eyelids flutter shut and stopped abruptly, his cock still hard inside her, the third release denied.

”Really? I didn’t even get to cum a third time.” He chuckled at the sight.

He couldn’t lie, Helen had this beautiful look while sleeping. He felt the urge to keep going until she wakes up to him fucking her.

But against his wild thoughts, Damain pulled out slowly. Allowing his cock to sway left and right, he grabbed his phone from his pocket.

Positioning it, he snapped a photo of Helen; legs still raised and spread, pussy glistening with their mixed fluids while licking his lips in satisfaction.

The councilman’s case was as good as won, even if he never set foot in the courtroom.

Damain adjusted himself, tucking his cock back in place and zipping up his trousers before returning to his seat, completely ignoring the unconscious judge slumped across the desk.

He reached for his glass and drained it in a single motion, exhaling loudly as the whiskey burned its way down his throat and spread warmth through his body. For a brief moment, the sensation lingered... then vanished just as quickly.

That was the problem.

Damain had come to understand it after his long drinking session with Twenty the night before. The buzz from alcohol barely lasted seconds before fading into nothing. Without realizing it, his body had developed an unnatural resistance.

He had become immune to alcohol. Not in a way that impressed him. In a way that irritated him. It was far more frustrating than it was fascinating.