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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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One cannot tell the rise of the Tyrants without telling the story of Brandon Fitzsimmons. On the surface, he presented himself as cultured and sensitive, often donating to many causes or appearing at charity events with his first wife Maryanne and, later, his second wife, Desiree.

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

Brandon Fitzsimmons

“After the gym she went to lunch with a few friends,” Doug reported over my car speakers—my cell phone was connected to my BMW’s radio by Bluetooth. “Then she came home.”

“Good,” I sighed, driving past Doug’s beat-up car—the piece of shit looked so out of place on Mountain View Court. Maybe I should rent him something nicer so he blends in better? I hit the garage door remote clipped to my sun visor, the blue-gray garage doors opened, and I pulled into my driveway and parked my car in the garage next to my wife’s white BMW.

“I don’t think she’s cheating, Mr. Fitzsimmons,” Doug answered. “I think you’re just being paranoid.”

I probably was, but after my first ex-wife had embarrassed me by running off with another executive at work, who could blame me? I needed to keep reminding myself that Desiree wasn’t a cunt like Maryann. She was always a good wife who would never do anything that I would have to chastise her for.

I balled my fist; Maryann needed constant chastisement.

“Keep on her for another week or so. Just to be sure.”

“You’re paying,” he chuckled. “I’ll watch her for as long as you want.”

“Good. I have to go. I’ll wire next week’s expenses too you in the morning.”

“Cool. Take care, Mr. Fitzsimmons.”

I hung up, not bothering to get too familiar with the private investigator. I climbed out of my car, grabbing my leather briefcase, and whistled as I walked through the garage past Desiree’s white BMW, not as nice as mine, but still a great car. The garage led into our kitchen, and my wife greeted me with a big smile.

She was a gorgeous, Latina woman, twenty-nine, in a white, wrap-around dress with a plunging neckline that showed off a large and generous cleavage. She wore no bra and her full tits bounced and jiggled as she shuffled about the kitchen, and I admired the way her curvy ass swayed beneath her tight skirt.

“How was your day, mi querido?” she asked, a smile spreading across her nut-brown face. She always called me “my dear” in Spanish. It was sweet. She was such a good wife. She would never cheat on me.

“Just fine,” I smiled, and she leaned down so I could kiss her cheek. Some guys hate dating women taller than them, but when you’re barely 5’3” you either became used to it or dated midgets. Besides, it put me at eye level with her tits. And they were as lovely as always. “Yours?”

“Oh, nothing exciting. Just the gym and lunch with a few friends.”

“What’s for dinner?” he asked her.

A mysterious grin parted her gorgeous face. “It’s a surprise.” She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. I loved to hold onto both of her asscheeks as she rode me in bed. Desiree was wild in the sack.

“What sort of surprise,” I purred, groping her ass.

“You won’t be disappointed in it,” she promised, playfully batting my hand away.

“I never am.”

Not only was she gorgeous, she was a genius in the kitchen. My last wife could burn cereal. Now I actually enjoyed coming home and eating a homecooked meal. It was—

The doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” I muttered, irritation flashing through me. It better not be some damn magazine salesman or, worse, missionaries trying to save my soul. I had money, what did I care about my soul?

I strode through my house, rubbing my hand across my balding hair and adjusting my suspenders. The house was clean, the maid had been through today; Desiree loved to cook, but she couldn’t be bothered to clean the house. Oh, well, it gave her time to hit the gym and keep her body tight. I passed through the living room and down the short hallway that led to the front door. I could see through the window a man and woman standing on my porch. They didn’t look like salesmen or missionaries, but they also weren’t one of my neighbors.

“Can I help you?” I asked as I opened the door, peering at them suspiciously. The man was a little overweight, but compared to me he was skinny, with intense blue eyes and a boyish grin on his face. The woman he had his arm wrapped about was pretty—in a plain, girl next door sorta way—with a freckled face, and auburn hair pulled into a ponytail.

“I’m Mark, and this is my girlfriend Mary, and our slut Alison.”

Slut? I hadn’t noticed the other woman. She was the youngest, probably eighteen, with bubblegum pink hair and…that was a nice pair of tits beneath her very tight, pink t-shirt stained with what looked like cum. She clearly wore no bra and her nipples were clearly pierced. She’s the type of girl that’ll fuck you in the champagne room for an extra fifty.

But she didn’t belong on this street.

“Get off my property or I’ll call the police,” I ordered, and closed the door.

The man, Mark, caught the door with one hand. “That’s rude. Invite us in.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, flushing at my rudeness. The man’s voice was so deep and pleasant, and I couldn’t think of any reason not to let them in, so I opened the door wide. “Please, come in. I’m Brandon Fitzsimmons.”

They did, and I led them into my living room. The man nodded, examining the plush, cream colored couch and matching easy chair—my favorite throne. He smiled at my 56” flat-screen hung on the wall over an impressive entertainment center, while Mary examined the expensive art—a mix of modern and classics my art broker told me were valuable—and cooed over a painting that looked like someone just splashed various color paints on canvas.

I did not get modern art. But it was expensive, so it must be good. At the very least, it impressed my colleagues.

“Is there anyone else living here?” Mark asked me as their slut flopped onto the couch. Her skirt flared up and I had a brief flash of her shaved pussy.

“Just my wife, Desiree,” I answered.

“Who’s at the door, mi querido?” my wife called, walking over to put her arm around my waist. “Hello,” she greeted Mark and Mary pleasantly. “I’m Desiree.”

“I’m Mark and this is Mary,” the man said, his eyes staring right at my wife’s rack. No manners at all—she’s my woman. “And that’s Alison. She’s our slut.”

“I see,” Desiree said delicately, and gave me a confused look. I didn’t really know what to say.

“What do you think?” he asked Mary as he eyed my wife with a hungry look.

“Hey, watch where you’re looking pal!” I shouted.

Mark fixed his blue eyes on mine. “Don’t speak.”

Don’t speak? Who did he think he was talking to? I opened my mouth to tear into the jackass, but I couldn’t seem to find anything to say. I closed my mouth, frowning. Surely I could muster a choice insult or two to hurl at this jackass. My blood boiled, and my anger itched to burst out of me and tear this cocksucker a new asshole. I opened my mouth again and I realized I didn’t want to speak.

Not because this dick commanded me to be quiet, but because I didn’t want to say anything.

“Do you cook?” Mary asked the woman, a considering look on her face.

“I do,” she said. “I love to cook.”

Mark looked at me. “Is she actually a good cook? You can speak when I ask you questions.”

“She’s the best,” I answered, finding my voice again. “It’s one of the reason’s I married her.” Not the most important though; I reached down and squeezed her plump, firm ass.

“Stop that,” Desiree purred wickedly, slapping my hand away. “What’ll our guest think.”

I wanted to say “That I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” but I still didn’t want to say anything. It wasn’t Mark that asked me the question. I did keep my hand on Desiree’s ass, marking my territory. She was my woman.

“This’ll work just fine,” Mary nodded.

I wanted to ask what was fine.

“Brandon, we’re going to borrow your house, and your wife, for a while,” Mark told me.

“Sure,” I answered, it seemed reasonable. “Though what do you mean ‘by borrow my wife’?”

“Just stand there quietly and watch,” Mark said with a smile. “Desiree, get down on your knees and suck my cock.”

I gaped in astonishment as my lovely wife dropped to her knees, her hands fished out Mark’s cock, then her warm mouth engulfed him. My stomach felt sick. Why was she doing that? I wanted to reach over and punch Mark in the face then grab my wife and slap her for being a whore, but I couldn’t seem to move. And I couldn’t turn my eyes away as my wife sucked and bobbed, licking his tip, then engulfing the entire cock back into her mouth.

“Mhh, your wife’s got a hot, little mouth,” Mark groaned. “That’s it, work that cock. Show your husband just how much of a gold-digging whore you really are.”

My wife made a throaty moan, and really worked her mouth on his cock. It was like a nightmare, and all I could do was watch my second wife cheat on me and be a whore just like Maryanne had been. Who was this man? Why did I listen to every word he said?

If I could move, I’d kill him.

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Mark Glassner

I savored making Desiree suck my cock in front of her husband. The little whore loved it. And she was definitely wasted on the fat, short, balding man. He could never have pulled a piece of ass as fine as her without his money. Of course, I wasn’t any different. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she sucked hard, sending my balls into overdrive.

“Worship that cock,” I groaned. “You love it. You’re a gold-digging whore, and you’ll worship any guy with money and power! And I’ll have more than any other man.”

She sucked harder, moaning around my cock.

Mary kissed me on the cheek, and whispered, “Enjoy.” Then she walked over to Alison and smacked her ass. “Sluts go naked in the house!”

“Sorry, Mistress,” Alison apologized and quickly pulled off her cum stained top, and slipped out of her wispy skirt. Her gorgeous body was covered in streaks of my dried spunk and that just made her even sexier.

“Undress me,” Mary ordered.

Alison eagerly pulled off her white blouse, unhooked the lacy, gray bra then unzipped the tight skirt. Finally, our slut knelt down and pulled off her Mistress’s wispy, gray panties. Mary’s pussy was right in Alison’s face, and the little slut couldn’t resist swiping her tongue through Mary’s wet slit.

“Umm, good slut,” Mary murmured, the she grabbed Alison’s arm and pulled the girl to her feet, leading her over to the couch. Mary and Alison sat down and kissed, while her fingers played with Alison’s nipple piercings.

“Desiree, I’m you Master now,” I told her. “And Mary’s your Mistress. You will do whatever filthy or depraved acts we tell you to and enjoy it. You burn to be used by us.”

She popped her cock off my dick. “Yes, sir,” she purred, then gobbled my cock again.

“Good. Alison’s our number one slut. She’s in charge when Mary and I aren’t around.” Mary’s legs were spread open, her pussy wet and flushed and begging for attention; I loved looking at her pussy. So wet and juicy. “Desiree, go eat your Mistress’s cunt.”

Desiree stopped sucking my cock. “Gladly.”

She crawled across the floor, her shapely ass rolling. Mary smiled down at Desiree as Alison sucked on her left nipple. “Eat my pussy, slut!”

“Absolutely! I love to eat pussy,” Desiree purred in her sexy, Hispanic lilt.

Mary groaned as Brandon’s wife pressed her mouth into her cunt. Mary grabbed her thick hair and rubbed the Latina slut’s face into her pussy. I dropped behind my newest slut, pulling her skirt up, and exposed a black thong. I ripped it off her pussy; her cunt was shaved and had large, pink labia dripping with her excitement.

“Your wife’s soaking wet,” I told Brandon. He looked queasy as I slowly slid my cock inside her while Desiree moaned into Mary’s cunt. The slut pushed back, eager to feel me inside her. “She’s nice and tight as well.”

I fucked Desiree’s pussy hard, enjoying her cunt’s velvety grip, and the sight of Desiree eating out Mary while Alison sucked on her freckled tits. Mary’s hand slipped between Alison’s thighs and fingered her clit.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Alison purred around her nipple.

Desiree’s plump ass jiggled as I fucked her. And then she started wiggling on my cock, bucking back into me. I slipped a hand around her waist and found her hard clit and rubbed. Her cunt contracted about my cock and she howled wordlessly into Mary’s cunt. I pumped harder, enjoying the velvety massage her orgasming pussy was giving my shaft.

“God, your wife’s a dirty whore!” I shouted at Brandon. “She just came on my dick. Tell your husband how much you loved it.”

“Ohh, I fucking loved it, mi querido!” Desiree panted; mouth stained with cunt juices. “His cock feels so good in my pussy; I came so hard!”

“Your wife’s going to be well looked after,” I told her husband. “So, go upstairs, pack your suitcases. Whatever you’ll need for a few weeks and go check into a cheap motel. Not local, something closer to your work. You’ll live there until you can find a new home. Do not make any attempt to contact your wife. Do not call the police, or tell anyone about what’s going on. Now go!”

Brandon raced out of the room, his fat gut shaking, and the stairs moaning in protest as he raced up them.

“That’s it, slut!” purred Desiree. “She’s eaten pussy before, Mark. This little slut is…oh, yes…gonna make me cum!”

I smacked Desiree’s plump grown ass. “Make my girlfriend cum, whore! I want to watch that.”

“Oh, Mark! She’s doing it! She’s gonna make me cream!”

Mary bucked so hard Alison had to stop sucking on her titties. Desiree began to pull her head up but Mary grabbed her hair and shoved her back in. “I didn’t say to stop eating her, slut.” I slapped Desiree’s ass hard, leaving a red handprint, and she moaned an apology around Mary’s pussy.

Alison shuddered next to Mary, cumming on her fingers. “Oh, thank you, Mistress,” she panted. “Thank you for making me cum.” Mary held up her fingers and Alison obediently licked her cream off those slender digits.

I gripped Desiree’s hips and really began to pound her cunt. I was getting close to cumming as Desiree writhed before me, eating feverishly at Mary’s pussy. Her cunt rippled about my cock as she came a second time. My balls tightened and my body tense. I pounded her harder, the air filled with the slap of our flesh.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned.

“Cum in her!” cooed Mary. “Flood our newest slut with your spunk!”

“Fuck, yeah!” I moaned as my cock erupted deep into Desiree’s cunt. Pleasure surged through my body every time another blast of cum sprayed inside her. “Take my cum, whore.”

“So wonderful!” the Latina slut groaned.

Panting, I pulled out of her and sank on the couch next to Mary. My girlfriend snuggled up to me and I put an arm around her shoulder, a yawn escaping my lips.

Mary giggled, “You’re so cute when you yawn.”

I smiled at her, loving the dimples on her freckled cheeks and her cute nose. I had to kiss it, then her sweet lips before I leaned back into the couch and watched our new slut devour my girlfriend’s pussy, enjoying Mary’s lithe body pressed against me.

Alison wasted no time in getting behind Desiree, and sucked my cum out of her pussy.

“Oh, this slut knows how to eat pussy, Mark,” she purred, shifting as Desiree kept munching on her body.

Mary’s green eyes fluttered and I watched the passion grow in her. Her hips bucked and she suddenly turned and kissed me hard, her nimble tongue probing my mouth. She broke the kiss, panting loud as her next orgasm neared. I bent down and sucked one of her hard little nipples into my mouth, her hands stroking me as I played with her breasts.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Mary whispered as a shiver rippled through her. “Ohh, fuck, Desiree’s a good cunt-lapper!” She gasped as she came with a hard shudder. Breathing heavily, Mary shoved Desiree off her cunt. “You can stop, slut!”

I reclined back into the couch. Fuck, I was tired. I had been up over a day and my sleep deprivation came crashing down on me, weighing down my eyelids. I let them close, too tired to fight, and Mary cuddled up next to me. There was crashing above as Brandon raced down the stairs, dragging his suitcase, and heading through a door out into the garage. He didn’t say a word. The garage door opened and sleep overcame me.

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Mary Sullivan

It was when Mark started snoring softly that I realized he had fallen asleep.

I was curled up next to him on the couch, enjoying the afterglow of the two orgasms Desiree cunnilingus had given me. I rested my head on his chest and listened to Mark breathe for a minute. Alison still sat on the floor and Desiree was standing, not sure what to do.

“Desiree, have you started dinner yet?” I asked.

“Yes, Miss Mary,” Desiree answered, stepping into the living room. She had dressed herself, covering that delightful, nut-brown body. “The roast is in the oven and I was about to start on the mashed potatoes.”

“Sluts refer to her as Mistress,” Alison fiercely declared.

“Sorry, Mistress,” Desiree gasped.

“Mistress, shall I attend to this slut?”

“Yes, once she’s disciplined, have her continue cooking dinner,” I ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Alison said standing up. “Desiree, sluts don’t wear clothes inside the house!”

“Discipline her in the other room,” I said, “Mark’s sleeping.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Alison dragged Desiree out of the room as the Latina was unbelting her dress. The dress opened up, revealing heavy, brown breasts with dark pink nipples before the pair disappeared out of sight.

I sighed and snuggled up next to Mark and…I awoke to find Alison sitting cross-legged on the floor at my feet, naked and lovely, her perky breasts topped by those delicious nipple piercings. I stretched and yawned, startling Alison.

“Is Desiree working on dinner?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Every time Alison called me “Mistress” it sent a naughty little tingle through my body, ending at my pussy.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I said. After all the depraved fucking I did with Mark today, I reeked of sex. “Gather up the beauty supplies and that robe I bought and meet me up stairs in the master suite.” I smiled, licking my lips, “You’ll get to wash me.”

Alison grinned eagerly at me. “At once, Mistress.” As she ran by, I slapped her firm, young ass. Alison did not even hesitate in going outside naked to Mark’s Mustang. I smiled; what a nasty slut.

I wandered upstairs and found the master bedroom. It was a luxurious room. A four poster bed with white silk hanging stitched with pink roses. A matching quilt covered the bed. There was a dressing table made of carved, dark wood. I wandered into the master bathroom and found a Jacuzzi next to a large shower that could easily fit four people. And one of those European things that squirts water on your ass. A bedo? A bidet?

I was sitting on the bidet, enjoying the water shooting on my pussy and ass when Alison entered, still naked, and my eyes feasted on her lithe form. Her beasts were large and perky, bigger than mine—they were mere pleasant handfuls compared to Alison. Her pink nipples were pierced with silver barbells and I reached out and grasped one and tugged. Alison gasped and smiled seductively at me. Her stomach was flat and she was shaved smooth. Where her pubic hair would be, she had tattooed “Cum on in” with a little arrow pointing down to her clit. In her hands she carried the shampoo, the conditioner, and the body wash that I had purchased today.

I was going to enjoy her. I couldn’t believe how much I’ve changed today. I would never have thought in a million years that I could order a sex slave around. Mark showed me just how little I truly knew the depraved lusts beating in my heart.

Alison fiddled with the controls and the shower hissed on. She adjusted the temperature and then climbed in, the water running down her tight, lithe body. “All set, Mistress.”

“Good,” I purred and slid in behind her, the water warm and pleasant. “You’re going to make sure I’m pristine.”

“Gladly.”

I pulled Alison against me, her pierced nipples rubbing against my breast, and I kissed her. Her tongue wrestled with mine, and her hand reached down and squeezed my butt. Washing could wait, I was getting horny. Her legs spread open for me, and our smooth cunts brushed together and our clits kissed and that that wonderful feeling washed through me.

Alison held me tight, writhing her hips in rhythm with my fucking, her tongue wiggling in my mouth. I slid a hand up her side and squeezed her large tit. I found her nipple and piercing, and pulled and pinched it. Our clits rubbed together as we tribbed and the warm water poured about us. My orgasm built and I fucked Alison harder and harder. Alison was moaning loudly and shuddering in my arms. The naughty slut had cum first. I pinched her nipple hard and she gasped in pain.

“How dare you cum before me, slut!” I hissed.

“Oh, sorry Mistress,” Alison gasped as I mauled her breast and tugged at her nipple piercing. “Your clit feels so good on me. You are such a wonderful lover that I couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry!”

She ground her cunt back into me and slipped a finger up my asshole. I groaned, loving how amazing her finger felt up there; the little slut was learning what I liked. I fucked her as she fingered my ass. I kissed her again, nibbling on her lower lip. Her clit felt like electricity on mine, sparks of desire rolled through me. My pleasure built and built and then crested and I came in my sluts arms.

Panting, I stepped back from my slut and waited. She grabbed a loofah and washed my body with coconut-scented soap. The loofah was soft as she washed, reaching her arms about me to wash my back, our breasts pressed together. Her nipples and hard piercings brushing lightly against mine. The little minx was teasing me. She washed slowly lower, rubbing my ass, kneading it, pulling me into her groin and for the briefest instance our clits touched. I gasped as electricity tingled through me, and then she pulled back, moving up to wash my arms.

I was growing wet again, and my nipples were achingly hard as she washed my chest, carefully avoiding my breasts. She washed down my sides and across my flat stomach before she worked her way back up to my tits.

“You dirty slut,” I groaned.

“Always for you, Mistress.”

“What about Mark?” His happiness was more important than mine. As long as he was happy, so was I.

“Definitely for Master,” moaned Alison, her eyes shinny.

When the loofah started rubbing on my left breast, circling about my areola, growing closer with every pass, I moaned in anticipation. When the soft, sponge finally brushed my hard nipple, I gasped in pleasure, almost cumming. She gently washed my nipple, then slid over to my other breast and started the teasing again.

Alison then knelt before me, her pink hair plastered wet to her body, and she began to wash my legs, beginning at the hip and washing up the inside of my thighs, coming achingly close to my pussy before she switched over to my right leg. My skin was on fire, my entire body hummed with lust that was building in my pussy, fanned by this cute minx teasing my body.

And then sweet relief came as the loofah rubbed along my pussy. My excitement crashed over me and I shuddered in climax. “Ohh, god, you little, teasing slut!” I moaned as my orgasm washed over me.

I gasped as her tongue flicked over my clit, her tongue stud cold and hard on my sensitive nub, sending sparks of pleasure flying through me. I gripped her hair and fucked my cunt on her face. Her tongue wiggled up inside my pussy, rubbing along my sensitive walls. I bucked on her face as another orgasm surged through my body. I was moaning wordlessly, and the little slut never stopped. She just kept sucking and licking my nethers, fanning the flames of my lust.

I leaned back against the shower wall, warm water pelting my breasts and came again on Alison’s tongue. “Fuck!” I moaned and another orgasm followed, my muscles tensing with delight. It was too much, and I pushed Alison’s face away from my cunt. I panted heavily, and moaned, “Oh, god! You fucking slut, that was amazing!”

Alison grinned up at me, playing with her cunt. I pulled her up and kissed her soundly, tasting my spicy, sweet juices. I needed to return the favor. I kissed down my sluts body, and felt her quiver in excitement. Her legs were spread and her pussy flushed and wet. I tasted her cunt, her juices were sweet and thick, like honey, and they were delicious. My tongue licked through the furrow of her snatch, dipping into her pussy, and ending at the hard nub of her clit.

“Oh, Mistress!” she moaned. “Oh, Mistress, your tongue is amazing. Thank you for pleasuring me!”

It wasn’t a problem. Mark awakened my hunger for pussy and Alison’s was just perfect to satisfy my cravings.

I gripped her ass and dug my tongue deep into her hole, and rubbed my face on her pussy. Her scent filled my nostrils and her taste filled my mouth. She was warm inside, her pussy walls silk on my tongue. I moved up to her clit, gently biting it with my teeth and she bucked on my face, fresh honey flooding past my lips. I drank and drank until I had my fill and rose up. My slut panted and we kissed beneath the spray of water.

Alison shampooed my hair and then I stepped out of the shower and she dried me off with a terry cloth towel. I told her to get back in the shower and wash herself, and exited the bathroom. On the bed, Alison had laid out the pink, silk robe I took from The Secret Treasure lingerie store in the South Hill Mall today. I just knew Mark would love to see me in this robe. He’d probably be so excited, he’d shoot off in his pants. Smiling wickedly, I drew the silk on over my body. The soft fabric kissed my naked body and I loosely tied the robe closed.

I went downstairs and found Mark still snoring. I snuggled back up to him and watched some mindless game show, glad I could feel my boyfriend’s warmth against me. I kissed his cheek and leaned my head on his shoulder.

To be continued…

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