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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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And the Living God did claim Beth as his own, taking her from her husband and conceiving a child in her womb. And Beth was the first to be a Holy Mother, carrying a child of the Living God. But she would not be the last.

—–First Book of Vivian 5:12

Mark Glassner

I drove my new Mustang through the South Hill Mall’s parking lot. Thanks to the Pact I had sworn with the Devil last night, I had the power to tell people what to do and they obeyed me without question. This Mustang had belonged to a complete asshole. But with a simple command, I took his brand new Mustang and he took my old, shitty Toyota.

“You’re really going to buy me a new car?” Mary asked. My girlfriend looked at me, her lovely face framed by her fiery-red hair.

“Yep.”

She smiled, dimples appearing on her freckled cheeks. She was so beautiful. I was so happy I met her. I was going to ask her to marry me. I had the ring, stolen from the jewelry store in the South Hill Mall, in my pocket. I just needed the right time to ask her. I could make her say yes, but I didn’t want to control Mary any longer.

It just didn’t feel right. I loved her. You didn’t control the woman you loved.

“Thank you, Mark,” she smiled and leaned over and kissed me as I waited for the light to turn green so I could pull onto Meridian.

“Oh, Master, you are such an awesome guy. You love to spoil Mistress, don’t you?”

I threw a glance into the back seat where my first sex slave sat. Alison was a pervert’s wet dream. Barely legal, dressed like a cute slut. She was lithe and beautiful, her hair died pink, matching her shirt. The words “Daddy’s Little Girl” were printed across her breasts. Only “Girl” was crossed out and “slut” was written in its place.

“I really do.”

Selling my soul made this wonderful life possible. I was going to live a long, healthy life and I could have as much sex as I wanted without my cock needing to rest. I was going to gather a beautiful harem of women with Mary and the pair of us were going to enjoy the good life.

Since I was getting Mary a brand new car, there was only one place to go in Puyallup—River Road. All the car dealerships were located on the other side of downtown Puyallup. So I turned onto Highway 512 and drove my Mustang fast, reaching 100 mph as I hurtled down the hill into the valley. I had to slow down at the base of the hill as the road banked to the right to bypass downtown Puyallup. In a few minutes, we had crossed the Puyallup river, exited on to Meridian on the north side of Puyallup, and reached River Road.

Nestled between all the dealerships was Puyallup Volkswagen.

We got out of the car and Mary started wandering through the various Beetles and Jettas, Golfs and Tiguans, proclaiming how cute they were. I just wondered what the fuck a Tiguan was. Could it be a lizard? While Mary checked out cars, I was on the look for any attractive women.

“Can I help you folks?” a handsome, young man in a blue-striped white shirt asked. He was clean cut and friendly, and reached out to shake my hand.

“Yeah, my girlfriend Mary is looking for a new car,” I told Frank, reading his name off a blue nametag. “Help her find what she’s looking for.”

“Okay,” he said in a friendly manner, “What type of car are you looking for, Mary?”

“Something cute,” she answered as Frank led her off, “and sporty.”

I was about to follow when I noticed this gorgeous, sandy-blonde woman, mid-twenties, in a red sundress. The dress was held up by two narrow straps that left most of her shoulders bare. Between the plunging neckline and a push-up bra, the woman had an amazing cleavage. She was with a man, her husband I guessed, who placed a hand on her hip as they talked over a silver Passat.

I grabbed Alison and stopped her from following after Mary. “Slut,” I said quietly. “I’m going to lead that man’s wife off to the bathroom to fuck her. I need you to keep her husband distracted.” I could order the man to be distracted, but it was more fun to fuck his wife behind his back.

Alison grinned, eyeing the man up. He was a ruggedly handsome man, with broad shoulders and chiseled features. “Like how I distracted the guy at the clothing store?”

I smiled at her. “You do whatever you want, slut.”

Alison nodded her head, eagerly, licking her lips.

We walked discreetly over to the couple and waited for my chance. After a minute, they separated and I stepped up to the wife and whispered, “Tell your husband you need to go to the bathroom, then wait for me in there naked.”

The woman glanced askance at me and, with a surprised look on her face, said, “Eric, I’m going to use the restroom.”

“Hmm, okay, Beth,” her husband answered, reading the specs of the Passat hanging on a window.

Beth walked towards the showroom and the restroom within. Her fine ass swayed beneath the loose fabric of her red dress as she strutted across the car lot. I waited until Alison walked up and started flirting with the husband, then I followed Beth to the restroom.

The showroom was deserted and I slipped into the women’s restroom without being seen. Inside, Beth waited. She was naked and shyly held one hand over her pussy—blonde hair peeking out through her fingers—while the other arm vainly tried to cover her large, round breasts. A red flush crept across her face and stomach as I drank in the sight of her. The door had a deadbolt, and she jumped when it clicked as I locked the door.

“Wh-what do you want w-with me,” she stammered in fear.

“Don’t be afraid,” I told her; she immediately calmed down. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to enjoy it. So don’t be shy.”

Beth’s arms dropped away and she straightened; a sultry smile appeared on her face. Her dark-pink nipples hardened. I walked over to her, and pushed her back against the tiled wall, fishing my cock out of my pants. She breathed heavily, licking her lips in anticipation. I rubbed my cock on her wet pussy lips, then shoved all the way into her.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, “that’s good!”

Her arms wrapped around mine and one leg curled around my waist. I grabbed it, holding her leg up and allowing me to delve deeper into her wet cunt. I fucked her fast. Alison wouldn’t be able to distract her husband for long and then he would be wondering what happened to his wife. Sure I could just order him to accept that I was fucking his wife, but sneaking around with her was far more exciting.

“God, you feel good,” I moaned, kissing her neck as her cunt gripped my cock with a silken embrace.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she gasped. “Oh, fuck, you’re stretching me so good! Harder! Harder!” The bathroom echoed with our gasps and moans and the slap of flesh on flesh and that wet, squishing sound of cock sliding through dripping cunt. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” she moaned over and over. Her cunt constricted on my dick as she came, bucking in my arms. I kept fucking her hard.

There was a knock at the door, we both froze. “Beth, you in there?”

Fuck, it was her husband. I slowed my fucking down and Beth moaned, “Yeah, um, I’m not feeling well. I’ll be out soon!”

“Do you want me to come in?” he asked.

“N-no,” she gasped, her cunt tightening about my cock, and she squirmed in my arm. I bent and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. “You can’t come in! It’s the ladies room.”

“Okay, I’ll be right out here, Beth.”

“O-okay!”

God, it was exciting fucking a man’s wife right under his nose. I fucked her slowly, barely pulling out before shoving back in. Beth moaned softly, her cunt squeezing my cock. Apparently, she found it exciting as well. She clenched her lips, trying not to cry out. “Are you going to cum on my cock again?” I whispered into her ear. “With your husband right outside?”

“Yes,” she whispered huskily. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

I sucked on her tit, leaving small bite marks. She was panting in pleasure and bucked in my arms as a second orgasm rolled through her. Her cunt squeezed so hard on my dick—it felt so amazing. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. My own cum was nearing, building in my balls. I kissed her mouth, tasting her tongue, and fucked her hard. One, two, three more times and then I erupted inside her.

I slumped against her for a moment, the pulled my dick out of her cunt and stumbled back. “Get dressed,” I quietly told her. “Don’t clean out your pussy till tonight. Walk around all day feeling my cum inside you and remembering how great the fuck was. Don’t even tell your husband or anyone else about this. And don’t feel guilty. Just think of me when your husband’s little dick is inside you.”

She nodded, grabbing her beige panties and pulling them on. She walked over to me and kissed me. “Thanks,” she whispered. “I haven’t cum that hard in years.” She found her clothes and got dressed.

I slipped into a stall as Beth unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom. Her husband asked, “You okay, Beth? You were in there a while.”

“Oh, I…um…I wasn’t feeling well,” Beth answered.

“I can see that,” her husband said. “You look a little disheveled. Do you want to go. We can look for a new car another time.”

Their voices grew quiet as they walked away. “No, I’m feeling a lot better now.”

I planned on waiting another minute before exiting when Alison burst in, smiling and bouncing with excitment. “Did you fuck her good, Master?

“I did,” I said. “What happened to distracting him?”

“Sorry, master,” Alison said, her face deflating like a leaking tire. “I flirted and giggled and stuck out my chest, but he wasn’t interested.”

“Maybe he’s gay,” I mused. “His wife hadn’t been fucked well in a while.”

Alison nodded and then saw my sticky cock. She knew what to do, and dropped to her knees, engufling my pussy-covered dick with her mouth and sucking happily. I closed my eyes, enjoying my slut’s hot, little mouth and hard tongue stud sliding around my shaft.

The door opened and a woman gasped, “What the fuck?”

“Shit, get in here!” I quickly ordered.

The woman, one of the sales staff, quickly entered the bathroom. She stared wide-eye as Alison didn’t even stop her blowjob. “Christ!” the woman—Iris her nametag read—shouted, mortified. “You can’t be doing that in here. Stop that!”

She was an attractive woman, early thirties, fit and toned. Her black hair was long and tied loosely back with a red ribbon. She wore a soft-blue, business skirt and blouse. Her face was twisted in surprise and disgust, with black-rimmed glasses perched on her small nose.

I smiled down at Alison. “You’ve been a good slut today,” I told her. “I think you need a reward. Take off your clothes, lie down and spread your legs.”

Alison peeled out of her t-shirt and dropped her skirt in seconds, and was on her back, legs spread to show her pussy streaked with drying cum from the man she fucked at the mall and her own juices. Iris was speechless, gaping at Alison’s pussy.

“Iris, lock the door then get down there and make that slut cum on your tongue.”

Hands trembling, Iris locked the door, then knelt down on the floor, moving slowly towards Alison’s pussy. The nineteen-year-old slut writhed in anticipation as Iris breathed heavily, inches from her pussy. The woman closed her eyes, and let her tongue gingerly lick up the slut’s messy cunt.

Alison sighed, “Lick my pussy. That’s it. It’s your first time. I can tell. But don’t worry. Every woman knows how! Umm, yeah, play with my clit.”

My slut’s hips jerked as Iris’s tongue grazed her clit. Iris’s nerves relaxed, and she started to get more aggressive, slipping a finger inside my slut’s cunt.

“I’m going to fuck you, Iris,” I growled as I knelt behind her.

I rolled up her tight skirt, exposing well toned legs and tan pantyhose over white panties. I ripped her pantyhose apart, too impatient to pull them down, then shoved her panties to the side, revealing a shaved vulva with large, plump pussy lips, and a hard clit that protruded out an inch. Iris moaned into Alison’s cunt as I rubbed my cock against her clit, before I shoved it into her pussy.

It did not get old no matter how many pussy’s I fucked—they all felt warm and wet and wonderful on my cock.

“Fuck her cunt, Master! Use her dirty hole to satisfy yourself and dump your cum in her.” Alison seized Iris’s black hair, pulling the woman’s mouth deeper into the slut’s pussy. “That’s all this whore is good for. Your cum dump, Master.”

“I couldn’t agree more, slut,” I grunted, slapping Iris’s mouth. “You’re a whore, Iris. A dirty, fucking slut that should spread her legs open for any man that wants you.”

I fucked her hard and deep, gripping her hips and pushing her face into Alison’s cunt. Alison moaned, her body thrashing and her pierced tits jiggling. Every time my fucking shoved Iris face into her cunt, Alison let out a low gasp.

“Oh, Master, thank you,” she moaned. “Her tongue feels so great!” Her tits heaved, perky with youth, and tipped with pink nipples pierced with silver barbells. “Uhhmm, I’m going to cum! Oh, fuck, keep sucking my clit, keep doing just that! Oh, crap!” Alison writhed on the floor then collapsed, and breathed deeply. “Fuck, that was amazing!”

“When a slut cums, she thanks the person responsible,” I sternly said.

“Oh, thank you, Iris,” she panted. “Your tongue and fingers felt so good on my slutty pussy. Thank you for making this slut cum!”

I pulled out of Iris, ready to cum myself, and jerked off over Alison, spraying cum all over her face and tits and stomach. Ropy, white cum covered Alison and she smiled happily. Without thinking, she gathered up the cum with a finger.

“No,” I ordered. “Wear my cum. Let everyone see what a slut you are. You can get dressed.”

“Oh, thank you, Master,” she gushed as she dressed. “I’m such a slut.”

Her shirt smeared the cum across her face as she pulled it over her head, and the spunk on her chest soaked right on through. She pulled up her skirt and, looking a complete mess, followed me out of the bathroom, leaving Iris panting on the floor as she masturbated. She must have been close to cumming when I pulled out of her cunt. I really didn’t care that she hadn’t climaxed—I got off, that’s all that mattered.

We found Mary returning to the lot from a test drive with Frank the salesman in a sporty looking red convertible. I thought it was a little boxy for a sports car, lacking the smooth lines and exciting curves I preferred. But Mary seemed excited as she climbed out of the car and hugged me. Then she glanced at Alison, smeared in my cum, and raised an eyebrow.

“We had some fun.”

“I can see that,” she giggled. God, Mary was such a wonderful woman. How was I so lucky to meet her?

“So, this car?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” Mary smiled. “It’s an Eos. It’s so cute, don’t you think?”

I didn’t see it, so I lied, “Yes, it is.”

Frank looked askance at Alison, clearly not sure what to say about the cum-drenched woman. “Slut,” Mary barked, “go wait in the Mustang!”

“Yes, Mistress,” Alison pouted, and walked away.

“Don’t worry about her,” Mary told the salesman. “She’s very promiscuous. If you turn your back on her you’ll find her fucking some guy.”

“Well, lets get the paperwork filled out,” I told the salesman.

“Y-yeah, of course,” Frank stammered.

To be continued…

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