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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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It is without a doubt that the Buy Best Incident launched the Tyrant into the notice of Law Enforcement. However, with his powers, they were ill-equipped to handle him.

—excerpt from ‘The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy’, by Tina Allard

Mark Glassner

Buy Best was like any electronic store, full wall-to-wall with every electronic device and gadget imaginable, divided into different sections. I headed for the back to get me the latest and best smart phone on the market. I wasn’t really an expert, so I probably would just go with the most expensive. I mean, it’s not like I planned on actually paying for it.

I was threading my way through the store when a cute, bubbly, feminine voice asked, “Can I help you, sir,”

I turned to see a tall, lanky blonde in a Buy Best green polo shirt and khaki pants, her flowery perfume filling my nose. Her face had that chiseled, Nordic beauty set with ice-blue eyes. Pinned to her breast was a nametag that read “Jessie.” My cock hardened; I had denied myself any fun at the salon, but this place didn’t reek of nail polish remover.

“You can definitely help me,” I grinned, eyeing the way her tits filled out her polo shirt. “You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

Jessie smiled, “That’s what they pay me for, sir. The number one rule of retail!”

I looked around for a place to take Jessie and fuck her. Maybe a bathroom or the backroom? A depraved though filled my mind and I smiled. No, I could just fuck her right here, among all these people. My cock grew even harder, painfully filling my pants as I thought about fucking her in public, watched by an entire store. Nearby was a Nerd Patrol, the stores IT support kiosk in the middle of the computer department; I had an idea.

“Follow me,” I commanded.

“Yes, sir,” she smiled, trailing like a cute puppy after me.

I led her behind the Nerd Patrol counter.

“You shouldn’t be back here, sir,” Jessie protested.

“Can I get on the PA system from here?” I asked her, pointing to the salmon colored phone next to a computer monitor.

“Yes?” she asked, frowning. “But customer’s aren’t allowed to. It’s for staff only.”

“Key up the PA for me.”

Without question she picked up the phone and dialed some numbers. As she was handing me the phone, someone behind me shouted, “Hey, customer’s aren’t supposed to be back here! What are you doing, Jessie?”

Jessie gaped at the balding man, whose nametag proclaimed him to be “Oscar, General Manager.” “I’m…sorry, sir. He needs to make an announcement.”

It was Oscar’s turn to gape at Jessie. “And you were just going to let him? C’mon, Jessie. You’ve worked here since—”

I cut his tirade off with a simple, “Stop talking.” I chuckled in amusement as he almost bit his tongue in his haste to obey. “First off, Oscar, everything I do in the store is allowed. Now you’re going to go and get me the best smart phone you have and sign me up for the best wireless service.” He nodded. It looked like he wanted to talk, and I remembered my last command. “You can talk again.”

I would have to be careful what I told people.

“Okay, sir,” Oscar answered. “Jessie, this man is allowed to do what he wants, so help him out in anyway.”

“Sure, Oscar,” Jessie agreed, chipper and friendly.

I turned back to Jessie, and took the phone from her. “Is it ready?”

She nodded. “Just talk into the phone, sir.”

“Attention Buy Best shoppers,” I announced over the PA, feeling almost like a God giving my commands from up on high. “I want everyone to believe that it’s okay for people to have sex in the Buy Best. You will not try to interfere with anyone having sex in front of you. And you will not be offended. Watching someone having sex is going to arouse you. So, if anyone is interested, I’m going to be fucking Jessie in the computer section and you can come and watch. Otherwise, continue shopping and enjoy your morning. Thank you.” I grimaced. Why did I say thank you? I’m so much more than these people.

“Wait, what!” Jessie exclaimed, stepping back from me. “No fucking way is that happening, asshole.”

“Oscar told you to help me out in any way,” I leered at her.

“He didn’t mean that,” Jessie protested.

“Sure he did. You want to be helpful. My cock’s hard and needs to cum,” I told her, “And your pussy’s getting all hot and bothered. You need a dick in you so bad. So bend over the counter and let me fuck your cunt hard. You want to give good, customer service, right?”

The anger on her face vanished instantly, replaced with desire. “Sorry, sir, you’re right. My boss told me to help you out. Besides, I’m supposed to make sure all our customers leave satisfied. It’s the number one rule of retail, after all!”

Oscar the General Manger returned, a phone box clutched in hand, and started doing something on the computer, probably signing me up for my wireless plan. Jessie bent over the counter next to her boss, her firm ass straining against her tight, khaki pants. She undid them, wiggling her sexy rear out of them, revealing a pair of pink-and-white panties. I watched her sweet ass eagerly as she pushed down her panties, uncovering a pussy surrounded by blonde, curly hair dripping with her arousal. Her clit hardened, expanding pink out of its hood, and her inner lips were engorged, peaking out of her tight slit.

“Isn’t that a beautiful cunt?” I asked.

Oscar glanced at his employee, lust burning in his eyes. “Yep. That is a wonderful sight.”

I laughed and unzipped my pants, pulling out my hard dick.

I moved behind Jessie and rubbed my dick on her pussy. She moaned slowly as I pushed my cock into warm, inviting depths. She was wet, not as tight as Mary, but she still felt great around my shaft.

“Holy shit,” someone laughed.

Around us, a crowd of employees and customers formed. Jessie’s cunt squeezed on my cock as she seemed excited by all the eyes on us. The spectators spurred me on and I fucked this whore hard and fast, the counter creaking beneath her. I wanted them to all see me master this sexy bitch.

Jessie screamed, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt!”

I looked around the crowd and saw a young couple, mid-twenties, watching us intently. The man was average looking, with an athletic build. The woman with him was a petite blonde, wearing a purple dress with a loose, flowing skirt that fell to just below her knees, and a tank top blouse with a plunging neckline that revealed a magnificent bosom. For such a petite woman, she had such a large pair of tits. A wedding ring glinted on her hand and a gold band gleamed on the man’s.

“You like what you’re seeing?” I asked, staring intently at the wife.

She blushed like a maid.

God this was hot. I smiled at her and the husband glanced at his wife, then stared daggers at me. I licked my lips suggestively at the wife as I gripped Jessie’s hips, switching to slow, deep stokes. It drove Jessie crazy.

“Fuck me faster!” Jessie gasped. “Please, I’m so close to cumming! Give it to me hard!”

“God,” I moaned, enjoying her velvety cunt gripping my entire cock as I slowly fucked her. “You feel so damn amazing, Jessie!”

“You too, sir!” she panted. “You’re driving me crazy! Oh, fuck! Faster! Oh, shit! Faster, please!”

“Fuck that bitch fast!” some guy yelled from the spectators.

“Yeah, give it to the whore hard!” another guy shouted.

That was a great idea. So I picked up the pace, fucking Jessie hard and fast. My balls were tightening, slapping against her clit every time I bottomed out. “Oh, fuck!” I moaned, plunging once more deep into her cunt’s embrace. My body tensed, and then my cum exploded out of my cock as shuddering pleasure surged through me. “Fuck, yeah!”

Jessie panted. “Are you satisfied, sir?”

“I am, thanks,” I said as I pulled my cock out of her cunt; my cum ran white out of her pink pussy.

She moaned in disappointment, her hips wiggling. “Maybe you want to stick it back in and have another go?”

“I’ll stick it in you, bitch!” a spectator called out.

I did want to have another go, but not with Jessie. I glanced at the wife and saw her eyes were staring down at my glistening dick. “Just stay like that, Jessie,” I told her, then I turned to the wife. “The woman in the purple dress, come here.”

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Mary Sullivan

“This way,” Joy purred, leading me through the styling stations to a few doors at the back.

My pussy was on fire and my stomach roiled in excitement as I followed Joy. Mark was such a great boyfriend, understanding that I had urges only a woman could satisfy. It was a shame that the smell got to Mark, but I had been going to salons for years and I guess my stomach had toughened up. I I would have loved sharing Joy with him. And maybe a few of the other girls. I pictured Mark fucking the pink-haired girl while Joy ate my pussy. It was such a delightful image. I could just see his cock diving into her pussy, spreading her lips as the shaft slides in. And she would moan, enjoying Mark’s cock filling her up.

Joy opened a door, revealing a small room with a vinyl, padded table in the center. Hanging from the wall were fluffy, white towels. A privacy screen sat in the corner for undressing. Along the opposite wall was a counter with a sink and cabinets underneath. She lit some incense, and jasmine filled the air with a sweet, heady aroma. She motioned for me to go behind a privacy screen. Instead, I put on what I hoped was my sexiest grin, before I pulled my Starbuzz polo shirt over my head, baring my breasts.

“Miss, please the screen is for changing,” she gasped, turning away from me. “Once you’re undressed, please wrap yourself in a towel.”

Joy busied herself at the counter, opening cabinets and pulling out her supplies, while I kicked off my black sneakers and pulled off a pair of plain white socks. With a snap, my pants were undone, sliding down my pale legs, then I hooked my fingers in the elastic bands of my plain panties and slid them off. My auburn pussy hair was a matted mess made of Mark’s drying cum and my vaginal juices. I adopted a sexy pose: right hand on my hip, left hand up in my head, legs bent slightly, and chest thrust forward.

“Ready,” I said. Joy turned and blushed when she saw me, demurely looking at the ground. “How do I look?”

She shyly looked up, dark eyes roving my body. “You are very beautiful,” she answered.

“But not hot? Or sexy?” I asked, glad that she thought I was beautiful, but I was hoping for some desire from the beautiful, Asian woman.

“Sorry miss, but I’m not…” she swallowed uncomfortable, “…gay.”

“You will be after you eat my tasty pussy,” I purred to her and she flushed, looking down again. I licked my lips; she was so adorable. “Why don’t you get naked, too.”

“Our stylist keep their clothes on,” Joy explained as she pulled her top over her head, like her body was obeying my command despite what she wanted. Was this Mark’s strange power at work? I shuddered, it was so intoxicating.

She wore no bra and had small, round breasts—even tinier than my B cups—topped with dark-olive, tiny nipples. She froze, realizing what she just did, and covered those beautiful tits in embarrassment.

“Don’t do that,” I objected. I remembered what Mark told me early. “Those breasts are amazing. They deserve to be seen. Never be shy and enjoy showing them off.”

Joy slid her hands away, flushing brightly, and kicked off her sandals, then slid out of her tight, pink jeans. She had to wiggle that fine ass to get her pants off. Underneath she wore red, satin panties, trimmed with black lace. Finally, she pulled her panties off in one swift motion, as if she just wanted to get her embarrassment over with. I licked my lips appreciatively at her smooth pussy lips. They were gorgeous and her creamy-olive skin tone made her pussy more exotic.

I reached out towards her, brushing a soft nipple. She flinched as I gently circled the areola until she was hard and erect. Smiling, I sat down on the padded table and spread my legs, revealing the sticky mess from fucking Mark behind the Safeway.

“I think I need to be cleaned, first,” I ordered her.

Joy stared at the mess and nodded. She filled a small bucket with warm water and added some coconut scented soap. Grabbing a large, soft sponge she dipped it into the soapy water and gently began to wipe the mess from my left thigh. The water was warm on my flesh, and she slowly washed her way to my pussy. My toes curled in anticipation and I sighed when she gently began cleaning my labia. The sponge was wet, and soft, and rough on my pussy, and I moaned as it brushed my clit.

I was so horny from the blowjob earlier and seeing Joy’s naked body that it wasn’t going to be long before I came. Then her sponge moved off my pussy, wiping at my right thigh and I moaned in disappointment.

“Don’t stop rubbing my pussy,” I ordered in a hiss. “I’m almost there.”

Joy moved the sponge back, rubbing slow and gently on my vulva and clit. Electricity sparked through my body. My eyes drank in the sight of her naked figure, and I just had to touch her silky skin and her lush lips. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards me, passionately kissing her. My tongue slid out, caressing her lips, before I plunged it deep into her sweet mouth. My other hand reached out, found her tit, and squeezed the small, firm breast.

She sighed into my mouth, and then it was her tongue invading my lips. She rubbed harder, focusing on my clit, stroking the sponge in small circles on my sensitive nub. The pleasure built deep inside me. I pinched her nipple and moaned into her mouth as I came, pleasure surging through me, wetting the sponge with more of my juices.

Joy kept rubbing, the sponge pressing wonderfully against my clit. I came a second time, harder than the first. My entire body convulsed and a I fell back onto the table. She never stopped cleaning me, circling my clit faster and faster. I came a third time, moaning softly, and I writhed on the table as pleasure filled every fiber of my body.

“Oh, God, stop!” I begged, my sensitive clit needing a rest. “Please stop.”

“Um…okay…uh…” Joy stammered breathlessly; eyes wide with desire. She stopped rubbing my pussy and stepped back. Her entire body flushed crimson and juices glistened on her smooth vulva. “Just, um, lie back and I’ll…uh…yeah, I’ll start waxing you.”

I shivered and smiled. I couldn’t wait to show Mark my bare pussy. It would make him so happy!

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Mark Glassner

I smiled at the wife as she stepped forward, obeying my commands. The growing crowed of onlookers only drove my excitement and my cock grew hard at the thought of fucking this hot woman in front of her husband.

But her husband had other ideas, and grabbed her arm, stopping her. “What the hell, Erin?”

“Let me go, Bill,” she protested, a desperate whine in her voice while she struggled hard in his grip, driven by my command. “I need to go to him. Please, Bill.”

“Let go of Erin,” I ordered him.

He released his wife and she stumbled forward, almost falling, but she caught herself on the kiosk. Regaining her balance, she walked behind the counter, looking up at me. Erin was short, barely coming up to my chin. I could smell the herbal shampoo she used to wash her hair with. Up close the roots of her hair were dark brown—not a natural blonde. She looked up at me, and her eyes were a beautiful brown flecked with brilliant green.

Bill stomped after his wife, striding behind the counter, his face reddening with anger. He muttered under his breath, pacing like an angry bull. I was pretty sure he was working up the courage to hit me. I glanced over at Jessie, still bent over the counter.

“You need to cum, Jessie?” I asked her.

“So bad,” she moaned, shaking that fine ass. “Please, stick your cock back in.”

“Bill, fuck Jessie,” I ordered. “Don’t stop until she cums.” Bill moved towards Jessie, fumbling at his pants, almost tripping in his haste to get to her wet cunt.

“What the fuck are you doing, William?” his wife asked icily. She tried to grab her husband, but he easily pulled out of her grip, and buried himself into Jessie’s wet cunt with a low sigh. She slapped her husband’s back and tried to pull him off. “Stop fucking that girl, Bill! Christ, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I can’t stop,” Bill moaned, hips pumping away. “I just have to fuck her!”

“Mmmhh,” moaned Jessie. “That’s better. Give me a nice fuck, sir!”

“How’re those sloppy seconds, Bill?” I asked.

“Oh, God!” he moaned. “She so wet. And tight. Crap, that’s a nice cunt!”

“William Connar,” Erin cried, hurt painting her face. “Why are you doing this?”

I pulled Erin to me and she wiggled in my grip. “Don’t resist,” I whispered as I cupped her face in my hand. She relaxed in my arms, tears swimming in her hazel eyes. “Erin, you want to get back at Bill, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she hissed, fighting back her tears.

Her lips were red and full so I kissed them. She froze, not fighting, but not kissing me back, either. Why wasn’t she kissing me? I had told her to…shit. I felt like an idiot. I had told her to not resist, but I didn’t tell her to participate. I’d need to remember that. People will do what I tell them to, not what I expect.

“Good, hop up on that counter next to Jessie, and fuck me,” I told her. “That’ll show him.”

“It will,” she snarled and hopped up on the counter, sitting next to her husband fucking Jessie. She spread her legs, the shadow between her thighs promising pleasures to come.

“Bill, I’m going to eat your wife’s pussy till she cums,” I told him as he fucked Jessie hard. “Then, I’m gonna stick my cock up her cunt and cum deep in her.”

“What!” Bill demanded angrily, still fucking Jessie hard. “Don’t touch my wife, asshole.”

“Oh, you’re one to complain! You’re balls deep in that hussy!”

“Sorry. I just couldn’t resist!”

“Bastard!” Erin hissed. “Well, I can’t resist letting this stud eat my pussy and make me cum!”

I knelt before her and pushed up her skirt, exposing a purple thong damp with her excitement. I pulled her thong down and revealed a beautiful, shaved pussy. Her inner lips were large, thick, and protruded an inch out of her slit. I stroked the lips of her cunt with a finger, her juices beading on her labia. I swiped my tongue, tasting her musky flavor, producing a moan from her lips as my tongue found her clit, swirling around the hard nub.

“Oh, God, Mark knows his way around a pussy,” Erin gasped, then vindictively added, “Unlike some men I know.”

“I try,” Bill complained.

“Not hard enough,” Erin retorted. “Fuck, his tongue is wiggling inside me. Keep doing that!”

“You’re always complaining and nagging!” he roared, the kiosk rocking with the force of his thrusts into Jessie’s cunt. “Nothing I do is good enough for you, Erin!”

“Harder! Fuck me harder!” moaned Jessie.

Erin rubbed her cunt on my face and gasped, “Oh, fuck! That’s good! And I wouldn’t complain if you weren’t fucking some goddamn whore.”

“Hey!” protested Jessie, wiggling her ass on Bill’s cock. “I’m not a whore. I’m just giving good customer service!”

Erin’s left hand gripped my head and she let out a low, throaty moan. Juices squirted into my mouth as she came hard. “Oh, God! Oh, fucking God! I’m cumming! Fuck! Fuck, that’s amazing.”

I stood up, wrapped my arms around Erin, and tried to kiss her. She turned her head, and I kissed her cheek instead. Oh, well. I told her to fuck me, not kiss me. I grabbed my cock and rubbed the head against her wet labia. I moved it up and down, bumping her clit, and finally found her pussy’s entrance. Her cunt was hot, and it was so wild burying my cock into a married woman’s hole.

Her husband watching, helpless to stop me, just made it hotter!

“God, Bill,” I moaned. “Your wife is nice and tight.”

“Fuck you!” Bill yelled.

“Sorry, Bill. I’m having too much fun fucking your wife.” Erin’s legs wrapped tight around my waist, her hips were fucking me back.

“Oh, god!” Erin moaned. “He’s deep in my pussy, Bill.”

Bill panted, he was fucking Jessie hard now. “He doesn’t feel as good as my cock?” he asked, a desperate catch to his voice.

“He feels…different.” Erin watched her husband fuck Jessie. “Is her pussy better than mine?”

“It’s, oh fuck, different,” he panted.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum!” gasped Jessie. She let out a muffled squeal as she came, bucking on the counter.

“Damn, that feels amazing,” Bill groaned, fucking Jessie hard and deep. “Here it comes, whore!” He grunted, his face squeezed shut, and he buried himself in Jessie’s pussy. Then pulled out and stumbled back, panting, white cum dripping out of Jessie’s cunt.

Bill gave one look at me, then he snarled and lunged, grabbing my shoulder and trying to pull me out of his wife. Luckily, her legs were wrapped tight about me, keeping me buried in her inviting cunt.

“Let go, Bill,” I ordered. “Stand there and watch me fuck your wife.” Feeling vindictive, I added, “If watching me fuck your wife turns you on, you can jack off!”

Jessie stretched, a flood of cum running down her legs. “Thank you, Bill,” she said in her bubbly voice, “I had a lot of fun satisfying you!”

I looked at the crowd watching. “Jessie, bend back over that counter. There are plenty of men who still need satisfaction.” I looked at the crowd, fucking Erin slowly. “Who wants a go on Jessie?” A pimply faced Buy Best employee named Kevin shot his hand into the air faster than any of the other guys. “Kevin, start fucking her cunt. Anyone else who wants to fuck her, form a line.”

Jessie squealed in delight, “So big!” as Kevin buried his cock into her cunt.

“Oh, god, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” Kevin moaned.

Several men formed a line behind him. The pimply faced kid pumped his hips like a jackhammer and came in just a few strokes before he stumbled away gasping for air. The next guy in line, an overweight fifty year old, stuck his cock into Jessie’s messy pussy.

“Come on, Erin, I’m sorry,” Bill pleaded. “You don’t need to keep fucking him.”

“You came in that slut’s pussy,” Erin hissed accusingly, writhing her hips as I fucked her, “so he can cum in my pussy!”

“Sorry,” Bill mumbled.

I groped Erin’s large tits through her dress and bra, feeling hard nipples. Erin nibbled on my ear and clawed at my back. “Are you enjoying watching me get fucked, Bill?” Erin asked her husband.

“No,” Bill answered.

“Then why’s your cock hard?” Erin asked. “You like watching your slutty wife getting plowed!” Her pussy was squeezing pleasantly on my cock. “I like you watching, honey. It’s making me feel so sexy and naughty!”

“Does it, Erin?” Bill asked, hesitantly.

“Mhh,” she moaned. “It does. Knowing you’re getting hard watching me is making me so hot.”

My hand slid down her back, squeezing her rear. I pulled her skirt up, exposing her ass, and slid my fingers down her crack. I pushed one into her tight asshole, sinking into her velvety flesh to the first knuckle. Her cunt tightened on my cock, and she gasped and bucked on me, laughing throatily.

“Ohhh, I like your finger up my ass,” she cooed in my ear. “Bill never plays with my asshole.”

“It’s dirty,” Bill protested.

Erin’s cunt squeezed my cock as I fingered her ass. “Oh, God! I’m such a slut!” she moaned. “Watch as I cum, Bill!”

Her cunt spasmed on me as she came, milking my cock. That was too much, and my balls erupted, spurting three large loads into her womb. I drove into her one last time, making sure every drop of my spunk filled her cunt, and then I pulled out and grinned at her husband.

“Your wife has a nice pussy!”

“Yeah,” he muttered, still jerking his pud.

“Stick your cock in my cum-filled cunt,” she begged her husband.

Bill stared lustfully at his wife. “I want to, Erin,” he moaned.

“Then hurry up, Bill,” she panted. “My cunt’s all wet and sticky.”

“I can’t seem to move.” He glanced at me, pleading with his eyes.

“You can move again, Bill,” I told him. Bill was in his wife by the time I finished the sentence, their limbs wrapped around each other and their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

“Your cock feels so good in me,” Erin cooed. “I love you, Bill!”

“Oh, Erin! Love ya too, babe!”

I grabbed my new phone from Oscar. “Thanks,” I told the manager. “I want you to grab the best windows laptop you have, and some accessories. Ring them up for me for free and leave the bag at the front register for me. Then you can join in the orgy.”

“Of course, sir,” Oscar said and headed off to follow my orders.

I surveyed the crowd of about twenty people who were watching. There were more than a few lookers, a pair of blondes, an exotic Middle-Eastern girl, and a busty raven-haired beauty. My cock, enhanced by my Pact with the Devil, rose to the occasion.

“What should we do now?” I asked the crowd with a grin.

To be continued…

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