Porn Star Family Pt. 11

Ira looked away as her pink hood flashed. He so didn't want to see his cousin's pussy, nor did he want to watch her riding that boy's face. "When you're done wasting my time, I'll be outside," Ira said, coldly.

Her frustration rose, she could almost feel the steam billowing out of her ears as the door closed. Never once had her looks failed her, until now. Moaning loudly to irk her cousin knowing he was standing just outside the door. Nearly screaming as she came all over Kevin's face.

Ira was leaning against the wall surfing through his text messages from Rita, Sue, Vikki, Beth, his mother, Alyda, and Cybil. He had tuned Missy out the moment he was out in the hall. His eyes lingering on the provocative photo Alyda had sent him. Her phone peering over her breasts as Bridgett was between her legs yesterday. Then to how Sue was between his mother's legs while Rita straddled her face. Seeing the bliss on Rita's face as his mother's hands held onto her thighs.

"Something was missing from all this... your nice hard cock, Ira." Ira felt his lips curving into a smile as Alyda sent another photo. This one was of her in her office on campus, the top three buttons of her blouse were open allowing him to gaze at the tops of her breasts. Her pink, lacy bra poking out along the edges of her shirt. Her green eyes peering mischievously through her wire frame glasses as she held her phone above her. Her red hair framed her face enticing him to personally study beneath her - preferably between her legs. "Although, that sister of yours... mmm... did do wonders to my little pussy. It's good to know I have such giving children. So, when is my darling son coming back to taste his horny mother?" Feeling his cock hardening as she sent another picture this one was of her left foot resting on the edge of her desk, her skirt pulled up showing off her matching panties as she leaned back in her leather chair. Her fingers spreading her labia as her left hand held her panties off to the side. Letting him see how moist her cunt was just thinking about him thrusting deep into her awaiting peach. "Can't you see how much your mother's pussy misses her sweet boy?"

"That I can, don't worry you'll see me soon, and I'll make sure to make it up to that pretty little thing," Ira wrote back.

"Mmm... good, I can't wait to thrust that adorable face between my tits." Sending another picture of her bunched-up breasts letting him picture his face deep within her wonderous paradise.

"Can't wait..." Glancing to his left as the door began to inch open.

"Well... I have to get back to teaching... I can't wait for my new teacher's pet to arrive. The things he'll be doing..." Allowing her innuendo to hang in the air as she went back to work.

"That was rude Ira," Missy huffed, slyly running her eyes down his body when her own demonic side sensed his sexual arousal. Wondering if it was because of her.

"As opposed to you making that guy eat you out in front of me?" Ira asked, with a pointed look as he pocketed his phone. "So, are you done doing... whatever that was?" he asked, gesturing to the room.

"Hold still," Missy said, her wings folded around him. "I'm going to teleport us to the county morgue. This way you'll be out of my hair," she said, coldly. Yet her eyes quickly glanced down when she lightly felt his bulge brushing against her. Wondering if he could morph it like her father could. However, it had been a while since her father sought her bed, since then he's been too busy luring the rich wives of whomever to his bed and neglecting her. She did miss the feel of an ever-changing cock deep inside her as she rode it. "Don't look at me like that," Missy muttered, looking away, feeling her cheeks becoming flushed at that smirk of his. Quickly whisking them away so she wouldn't have to deal with those taunting eyes of his.

"So, why are we here?" Ira asked, once they appeared within the cold, sterile room. The white glossy tiles shone in the artificial light; the metal doors of the cooler sat in neat rows one above the other in a row of three. His eyes darted about sensing the lingering souls that haunted that cold place.

"Well, I'm sure that Gran has told you that we can only bring those back that's been dead for a few days," Missy said, noticing how Ira was looking around at the people that simply ignored them as they stood in the center of the room. "Relax Ira, it's a trick we can do, as well as angels can, so that we go unnoticed by those not one of us," she said, walking over to the clipboard that housed the names of the bodies that were stored in those stainless-steel refrigerated drawers. "I'm surprised you didn't know that," Missy said, smirking, knowing he still had some things to learn. "I'm happy to teach you if you want," hanging the clipboard back on its hook once she learned of which drawer number the boy she had come for was resting in. "Oh," her ass bounced as she walked to the left side of the room, "you should study up on your anatomy," she said, peering over her shoulder. He might have changed but Ira was still an incubus and she knew they couldn't look away when another of their kind was partially naked.

"Why?" Ira asked, trying to keep his eyes from dipping lower than her shoulder blades.

"Well, you just can't bring a soul back without repairing the damage that caused their deaths. That would just cause panic. Do you really want one of your servants to be walking around with a gaping hole in their head or chest, or their heads wobbling on a broken neck?" Missy asked, cocking out her left hip as she turned towards him. "I don't think Gran would be happy to know that you were the one that caused a riot about a zombie apocalypse. You might..." her eyes ran down his chest, "have grown stronger but I doubt you would want Gran on your ass."

Ira thought for a moment. He had to admit he really didn't want his grandmother hounding him for doing something as foolish as that. Reluctantly Ira admitted to himself that his cousin did have a point as much as that pained him to do. He preferred to have his grandmother riding his cock than being a pain in his ass. "Very well, I'll take it under advisement," Ira sighed.

"See, was that so hard to admit?" Missy asked, keeping her mirth contained. The metal handle resounded as she opened the drawer's door. Ignoring how the two men who were working rushed out. It always amused her when they did that. The rollers popped along their tracks as she slowly pulled out the metal tray the boy's body rested on. Her eyes ran over his grey skin, noting the holes in his arms where they had drained his blood from, lifting up the sheet, a disappointing scowl formed on her lips noting the boys package. She had hoped he would have been a tad bigger than average.

"Not what you were hoping for?" Ira asked, with hints of his giddiness lacing his words.

"Are you assuming you could do better?" Missy asked, shooting him a pointed look. Knowing full well that he could, she just wanted to see if she could get him to fall for her ploy.

"Duh," Ira said, rolling his eyes.

"You willing to prove it?" Missy asked, taunting him.

"You really want to see my..." Ira glanced down his body to his manhood.

"Hey, if you're going to insult my choice of servant and his dick, then I want to see it. I want to see just how big it is," Missy said, moving away from the boy's body. "Go on, show me, no one's going to see us," she demanded placing her hands on her hips. "Unless of course, you're afraid to show your cock to me," Missy said, arching an eyebrow, daring him with a disbelieving look.

"Really?! You want to see it that bad, huh?"

"Why not, it's not like that thing hasn't been passed around," Missy said, with a knowing smirk. "Come on, it's not like anyone is going to know about it. The humans can't see us, and Gran surely won't mind if she found out." Silently willing his cock to grow to ten inches in his pants just in case he did fall for her little stunt. "Unless of course, you're a pussy, and can't get it up in front of me." Her eyes slyly dipped low seeing how his cock strained the fabric of his pants. She could feel her cunt throbbing at the thought of having something that big back within her tight little peach. Knowing how it would purr after so long of not feeling something that large. "Well?" Her eyes glanced up, arching an eyebrow, silently willing him to give in.

"You want to see it so badly, then you take it out," Ira retorted, seeing through her ploy. If she thought for one second, he was going to give into her little taunts, then she was a fool; his fight with Raphaela had taught him not to allow his emotions to lead his actions. Plus, if she did, then it was she who was playing into his hand, and that Ira could come to enjoy.

"Oh?!" Missy said, stepping up to him. Only an inch separated their bodies. Her eyes looked up into his as his looked down into hers. "Is this what you want cousin?" Her voice dripped with sin as the palm of her hand ran up and down the shaft of his rod. "To feel my hand wrapped around your hard cock?" she asked, her tongue flicked against her teeth. "Or maybe you want my lips around it, hmm?" Her fingers slowly eased down the tab of his zipper. Feeling the heat of his cock as that hard tool bulged out of the opening.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to see it, I have no desire about the idea of it," Ira said, the pads of his fingers drumming along his legs. Keeping his smirk hidden knowing that she had done exactly what he wanted, albeit getting a hand-job from his cousin was a sacrifice he was going to have to deal with.

"You sure Ira?" Missy asked, lightly pressing her breasts into his chest while her hand slipped through the slit of his boxer-briefs. Gently easing out his steel pole, "You sure you don't want me on my knees, my lips softly wrapped around this," the tips of her fingers skimmed up and down the shaft of his cock as she stroked him off, "my tongue teasingly lashing this hard thing as it glides through my mouth; or is it that you want," reaching down pulling aside her thong, "to feel these lips around it as you fuck me?" she asked, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit.

"So, it's evolved from a hand-job, to a blow-job, to me fucking you. Are your servants not giving it to you like you want it?" Ira asked, not hiding his arrogant smirk.

"Mmm," peering down, her index finger ran along the length of Ira's cock. Watching it flex in time with his heartbeat. "Well... they aren't incubi, Ira, and they can't make it as big as I like," Missy said, her thumb brushing along the underside of his crown. Feeling his pre-cum coating it as she did. "You don't have to like me to let me have a turn on it, do you?" she asked, casting him a glance. Watching how the meatus of his crown widened as her fingers slid down his mushroom top. Her tail swooshed in her excitement as she imagined what his cum would look like as it shot out from it.

Ira contemplated on her question. Did he really want to know what her pussy felt like wrapped around his cock? To know what her face looked like as he came all over it. To have her moans formally entrenched in his mind. Glancing down as she added her other hand to his shaft, seeing her sinful smile on her lips as she gently tugged on his root. Seeing that forked tongue of hers flickering out as if she was tasting the air.

"What about your new boy toy?" Ira asked, nodding to the dead body, stalling for time.

"Oh, I have hours left to resurrect him," Missy said, offhandedly. "Gran already told me about Andrew, so you already know how to do the breath of life. All I really need to show you is how to call back the person's soul. Although, I do wish I would've been there to watch you give that boy what he deserved. What?!" she huffed at Ira's look. "Bridgett's my cousin, you and I might not get along, but she and I do," wiggling her nose at him, "so when she told me how you dished out his punishment... I was impressed, to say the least. Didn't know you had that in you," Missy said, with a slight smile at the fact that he hadn't stopped her yet. "So, what will it be Ira?" A chill ran down her spine at the smile on his lips.

Ira raked his eyes down Missy's body. Bringing up his right hand, the snap of his fingers echoed in that room for the dead, his gold-ruby eyes shimmered as his angelic powers flared to life. Oh, he'll fuck her alright, he'll fuck her so well, she'd be begging him for another ride and thereafter, forever putting her beneath his thumb.

"Ira!" Missy gasped in false shock as she stared down her nude body.

"Well? What you waiting for? Get on your knees and suck," Ira commanded, drawing out the last word.

"Does that mean... you'll let me feel this inside my little pussy?" Missy asked, slyly. Her grandmother had been taunting her ever since she had started sleeping with him. Telling her how well Ira constantly fucked her compared to the little boys she had running around, and she was tired of being heckled about it; and from the looks of it - namely his cock - she knew she was in for the ride of her life. Sinking down his body, allowing the tip of his rod to coat her skin in his pre-cum, leaving a shiny trail along her body as she squatted before him. Her gold-ruby eyes peered up at him as her tongue ran along the back of his cock. Feeling it twitch on the tip of her tongue as she teased his crown. She was going to make him eat his words when he told her she didn't make his top ten. She was going to show him, she could be better than any of the other women - minus her grandmother - he was currently sleeping with. Shaking her head when eight inches of his length rested in her mouth just so she could hear the enjoyment in his voice. However, her eyes flew wide in startlement as Ira took hold of her hair. Fighting back her gag as Ira hammered his cock down her throat. Her hands beat on his hips as her face grew red as his rod cut off her air supply. A loud gasp of air resounded as Ira finally gave her a chance to breathe as his tip left her lips.

Her chest heaved, her 32A breasts rose and fell as she tried to draw air back into her burning lungs. Her voice was muffled as Ira shoved his cock back into her mouth. Her hands fell away from his hips, darkness crept along the edges of her eyes as her nose was buried in his pubic hair as his balls slapped against her chin. Her drool dripped down to the floor as Ira violated her mouth. She hadn't expected him to be this forceful. She had expected him to be putty in her hands once his cock touched her lips. Fresh air flooded her body, her vision cleared to the image of the head of Ira's cock staring her in the eyes. Which she quickly closed as she saw that head swelling. Feeling his hot cum splattering across her face. Her nostrils flared as the smell of it filled her nose. She wondered how she looked with it painted across her face.

"Easy!" Missy huffed as Ira hastily pulled her to her feet by her arm. Pens, paper, a slew of other knick-knacks went bouncing along the floor as Ira forced her back onto the desk's surface. Her blonde hair became stuck in the hot seed that still marred her face as Ira forced her legs open. "There's no need..." A loud, sucking gasp left her lips as Ira shoved his hard cock into her cunt. "Fuck! Ira, it's so... deep!" Missy moaned, her back arching, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as Ira hammered his rod into her like a rapid-fire piston. Her eyes widened and darted to him as he softly choked her while his other hand was roughly squeezing her right breast. "That's it Ira, fuck that pussy. Fuck it hard!" she rasped. Her cunt quivered and tightened as the head of his cock pressed against her cervix. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Ira widened the girth of his cock causing a torrent of her cream to flood out soaking the desk below her. "Oh fuck! Ira! It's too big!" Missy groaned yet couldn't deny how good it felt as it stretched her cunt out to its limits. Her hands tried to slow him down by pressing on his chest to keep him at a distance. However, it appeared to her, her little pussy enjoyed how his hand gently choked her while he rammed that hard cock into her, as evident by how sloppy wet she was getting. "Oh God, oh God, yes Jebus, yes! Don't fucking stop Ira... I'm cumming!" Missy howled in bliss as her orgasm exploded sending a rush of pleasure through her veins. Her mind went blank, her tongue flopped out of her mouth as Ira removed his hand from her throat and took hold of her arms. Forcing her near paralyzed body down the shaft of his wet, steel rod.

She had never been fucked like this ever before. Missy never thought Ira's disdain for her would cause him to fuck her so... deliciously, that it felt like her cunt would take weeks to heal up from. Not that she was complaining, the saturated desk below her could vouch for how well she was enjoying it. For ten minutes the only thing that could be heard in that room was the wetness of her sex, the slapping of Ira's balls, and her unintelligible grunts as she was adrift on the euphoria that flooded her mind, threatening to drown her in those blissful waves. Her muscles were so weak her body simply flopped around as she came once again on her cousin's cock. Winching as Ira pulled his swollen, twitching cock from her sore, spent cunt. Her chest heaved in exhaustion as she watched through half-lidded eyes as his cum shot along her chest. Once again painting her skin in his hot, white seed. Her muscles twitched, her cunt throbbed like mad, her canal quaked as it tried to return to its original size as her nectar leaked out of that gaping hole. Her eyes fell upon the head of his cock, seeing that last bead of cum just sitting there calling to her.

Weakly, her hand reached out, pulling her weakened body off the desk and onto the floor kneeling in front of him. Tentatively, her mouth opened, her tongue ran along his crown lapping up that single bead of cum before her lips slid down his cock. Glancing up at him, her hand running down her stomach, gathering up his spent seed on the palm of her hand as she dragged it upwards. "Fuck! I want to ride it! I wonder if he'll let me?" Missy asked herself as her tongue ran along her palm her eyes never leaving him. A small seal of Solomon ignited from the tip of her index finger reforming the clothes that Ira had sent to the ether and removing the cum from her face. Her tongue ran along her upper lip as she watched him stuffing that hard cock back into his pants. She had to fuck it again. She didn't care, she needed to feel it deep inside her all over again, and it appeared to her that Ira totally knew. "Well... you certainly are better equipped..." Her eyes burning a hole in his jeans as that tube of meat was still hard. Her hands took hold of his hips, pulling herself up, her breasts dragging up his chest just so she could feel his cock pressing against her. Plus, she needed the support, she doubted her wobbling legs could do that. "See you don't need to like me to fuck me Ira," Missy purred, reaching down, softly caressing his tool.

"Can't get enough, huh?" Ira smirked knowing this was how he had planned it. Hate fucking her was just a bonus.

"Can you blame me Ira? You were the one that increased its girth, stretching out my little pussy," Missy said, slowly rising on the tips of her toes. Her hands running up his chest before coming to a rest on his shoulders. "Say?" Her lips inches away from his.

"Hmm?"

"If I'm nicer, would you..." Looking down his chest gently rubbing her clit along that hard member. "Would you fuck me again?" Missy asked, her eyes studying his. "I promise to keep the remarks to a minimum Ira," she said, she had to have it again. With her father neglecting her, and her servants... (Well, they were really only meant for one thing - Power. Power that has kept most of the angels about the city away from her.) Weren't cut out to truly please her like her father had got her hooked on; and he was content on pushing her away, Missy had no problem seeking out someone that could. "Will you please fuck me again with this big cock?" Missy begged, batting her eyelashes at him.