Time Jacker by Aaron Crash (best free novels .txt) 📗

deductible. He had to have cash around if he liked to bang hookers. But where was the cash? No way to know, not really.

Jack returned to thinking about Vicky Tarrington. There was a picture of her on the vanity, just her, a tanned woman with short, frosted hair. She was hot, looked a tad innocent, but the chest of sex toys told a different story.

Mrs. Tarrington must’ve masturbated a lot, on the bed, with a butt plug in her ass while she used the vibrators on her clit. He didn’t have to wonder. He had someone he could ask.

“What does Vicky do on this bed, Bailey? Tell me more.”

Bailey leaned back and wiped her chin. She continued to stroke him. “Her husband isn’t around much. He says he’s travelling, but really, he stays at that nice airport a lot. He has a suite there and spends a fortune to keep it.”

“I don’t want to hear about him,” Jack growled. “I want to hear about her.”

“She likes to fuck herself before she goes to bed. She fantasizes about being gangbanged, but she hasn’t had the courage to do it yet. Oh, I want to fuck myself while I suck on you.” The sex demon took the dildo next to her, got the head wet with her spit, and then adjusted her body to slide it up into herself. She then was back to sucking on Jack.

He heard a gasp in the entryway. There, with her sword and horn, stood the blond angel he’d seen before. She had her wings tucked behind her, but Jack could still see the feathers. She had her tunic pulled up to show her shapely pale legs, her calves covered by the straps of her knee-high sandals.

Jack let out a little laugh.

The angel didn’t have her halo right then, and her eyes were their normal soft blue. But her nipples were hard, and yes, she was raising her tunic to show a very pink slit, blushing between her thighs. There was no sign of hair there. With one hand, the angel held the tunic up. With the other, she touched her thick pink clit at the top of her lips.

Jack couldn’t believe what the angel was doing. Shouldn’t she be yelling at them to stop?

That wouldn’t help with Bailey. She was lewdly fucking herself on the dildo attached to the floor. Rising up and down while she hungrily sucked on him. Her tail curled around his leg like a soft snake. It was like she was holding him in place in case he tried to escape. In reality, Jack didn’t want to go anywhere.

He thought about just letting himself come. It would be easy to do. He didn’t just have one woman masturbating in the room, he had two, and both were beautiful in completely opposite ways. One dark-haired and supposedly evil. The other pale, blond, and pink, and supposedly righteous. She might have to turn in her halo.

Jack held back from orgasming. He took a step back, giving the succubus a view of the doorway.

At first, Bailey was pissed. “Jack, why did you back away?” Then the demon saw the voyeur. “Oh, wow. And I thought she’d have a hairy pussy, a little golden treasure box. Do you like what you see, Feathers?”

The angel nodded, too horny to talk.

Bailey stood up, leaving the dildo on the floor. The fake dick gleamed from her juices. She jumped on the bed, on all fours, with her ass in the air. “I want a real cock inside me, Jack. I want to show this angel what real fucking looks like.”

Jack pulled off his clothes. He walked around to the bed to see Bailey from behind, in all her glory. She’d grown a bit more hair since the last time he saw her, but her bush was still just stubble. Her swollen red lips were creamy from fucking the dildo. Above it was the swirl of her asshole, which looked as slutty as the rest of her. Her tail came out of her spine, and currently it was the arrowhead. That tail would make the perfect handle when he fucked her hard.

Jack drew a finger up from her clit, painting her lips with her own spend, before sliding a finger into her boiling flesh. She pressed back against his invading finger. “No, Jack, I want your cock.”

Jack took his finger out of her and smacked her ass.

She yelped.

“We should talk about pregnancy and diseases,” he said.

Bailey had her face turned to the side on the bed so she could see him. Her hair was a pool of darkness on the scarlet comforter. “My body is new. I had to make a new one after Wanda. I’m clean. As for getting pregnant, that shouldn’t be a problem. I mean, it’s not like I’m human.”

Jack probably should’ve thought more about what he was doing, but his head was lost in a fog. And that pussy was so wet and open for him. Before he knew it, he was on the bed behind her. And, yes, he grabbed hold of her tail and slipped his cock all up inside her. She was the hottest woman he’d ever felt on him. Hot. Tight. Wet.

He withdrew and then slammed back into her.

Bailey rose up on her hands. “Watch him fuck me, Feathers, like the pool boy fucks Vicky. Oh, he pounds her so good. Just like Jack is going to pound me.”

Jack was going to pound her. The blow job had gotten him ready, but this time he wasn’t going to hold back. With his right hand, he held the base of Bailey’s tail. The rest of it twisted around his arm tightly, almost painfully tight. With his left hand, he grabbed the demon’s soft hair, just starting to dry from her shower.

Then he was slamming into her, harder, harder, harder. She let out a shriek every time he filled her completely. They started up a rhythm. She sank back into him as he thrust