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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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The FBI and the Puyallup Police Department are asking for any help in identifying these three individuals in connection with the Terrorist attack at the South Hill Buy Best. Suspect One is a White Male…

—transcript from the Channel 7 News broadcast, June 7th, 2013

Mark Glassner

The front door slammed shut. A car engine started.

Mary was going to leave.

I sobbed into my hands. Mary was right to leave me. I never should have told her to love me. I never should have told her to fuck me, or destroy her relationship with her boyfriend. I had brought her nothing but betrayal and pain. How did you do that to someone you loved? The guilt threatened to swallow my soul.

I snorted in derision. My soul. What did that matter, it wasn’t even mine anymore. I sold it for these powers. And one day with my powers and this was the result. I fucked up bad. I was an idiot to think I would stop being a loser just because I sold my soul for these powers.

What did anything matter?

Love is for the weak, Mark. I pulled back from the brink of despair. I remembered what I had promised myself this morning. I was a new man, reborn beyond guilt. I don’t need that useless emotion weighing me down. And I don’t need love. All love ever did was make me care about my whore, deluded me into think my saucy filly would stay with me after what I did. She should have only been my favorite whore. Nothing more.

That thought hurt.

Because Mary wasn’t my whore. You don’t love your whore. And I loved Mary. This wasn’t just lust. I felt something different with her from the moment I laid eyes on her last night. And this morning, she had blown away Cynthia and Vivian. As sexy as those two ladies were, Mary was far more than just an object to lust for. What I felt for Mary dwarfed the affection I had ever felt for anyone.

But she didn’t love me back. She would have stayed if she actually loved me. No one will ever love me, they’ll just obey me.

I pulled out the ring box from my pants pocked, and opened it up to stare at the diamond engagement ring. In the dark room, without any light to reflect its brilliant fire, it was just another dull stone. Just like Mary’s soul. She had never loved me, she just reflected the light of my commands, reflecting a brilliant fire that enchanted me, blinded me with its beauty. But without my orders, there was nothing to reflect, just a dull soul who was disgusted with me.

Hated me.

The case snapped shut. I should get rid of the ring. Flush it down the toilet. Throw it in the garbage. I didn’t need it. I had my whores. All I would ever have were my whores. Alison and Desiree, and more would come. You didn’t love a whore. You didn’t marry a whore. You just fucked a whore, pouring your cum into her mouth, pussy, or ass. Alison and Desiree were wet and willing downstairs. I could forget all about love and Mary between their thighs. My cock stirred in my pants. I would fuck them raw, ravish them until their cries of passion smothered the pain in my heart.

“Mark,” a voice whispered in the dark.

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Desiree Fitzsimmons

The front door opened. Alison was still clutched in my arm and we both caught our breaths. The pink-haired slut trembled in my arms as we both strained to hear. Why did Mary come back? Did she forget something or had she made her choice?

The stairs creaked.

“She’s going to him,” gasped Alison. “Our Mistress came back!”

The young woman leaped in my arms. I broke away, standing back to watch her exuberant celebration. She danced naked, her delightful, perky breasts bouncing, silver flashing on the tips of her pink nipples.

Liquid heat warmed my thighs.

I leaned against the counter and watched her wild celebration. All the stress of the last few minutes was bursting out of the wild girl. Her hair danced bout her shoulders, her hands sliding up and down her body. She began twerking her hips, rubbing her fingers between her thighs as she smiled at me, her cheeks growing more and more flushed.

“Our Mistress is back, Desiree!” she purred, her hips working from side to side. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

“So wonderful,” I breathed, captivated by this siren.

“Then why aren’t you celebrating?” she asked, pulling her hand from between her thighs, her fingers sticky with her juices.

“I’m enjoying watching you celebrate,” I smiled, licking my lips.

She grinned, bringing her fingers to her lips. “You like to watch nubile, young women work their stuff.”

“I do. So much.”

She spun about, rolling her hips and shaking her bubbly ass at me. She bent over, her legs spread, her tight, pink pussy winking at me from between her thighs. She looked at me, her face framed by her thighs, her pink hair falling to the floor, and flashed me a naughty grin. “Like the view.”

“So much. I can see your hot pussy and your tight asshole.”

She slid her fingers up her thigh, reaching her pussy. She teased herself, biting her lip and sighing as she traced her tight, outer labia, shaved bare of any hair. Than her fingers spread her slit open, unveiling her pink, wet depths.

Madre di Dios, I just wanted to fall to my knees and bury my face into her juicy twat.

“I can see how excited my celebration is making you,” she laughed, digging a finger through her furrow, coating her digit with a thick layer of her passion. She pulled it out, bringing it to her lips, sucking it hard, then she straighten up, spinning about. “You want to tongue and kiss me all over.”

“So badly.”

“Umm, and I want to let you,” she laughed, leaning against the counter. She shoved two fingers into her sopping depths, her breasts jiggling as a tremor passed through her body. “I love those dark eyes staring at me. You have such passion brimming in them. Umm, you make me so wet!”

“Show me how wet you can get,” I purred, pressing my thighs together.

She laughed, low and throaty, then hopped up on the counter. She spread her legs wide, one foot on the counter, the other dangling off it. Her pussy was stretched open, her fingers working in and out of her hole while her thumb stroked her hard clitoris.

“I think you can fit more than two fingers in there.”

“Oh, I can,” she smiled, and the little siren pushed a third finger inside her. “That’s it. Oh, yes. That’s what I need.”

My hand drifted to my heavy breast, pinching my nipple as her fingers plunged faster and faster in and out of her delicious hole. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth wide open. A tremble past through her body, her fingers digging in even faster. I loved the soft sighs that escaped her lips, growing louder and louder.

“Are you watching me, slut?” she moaned. “Are you feasting on my barely legal pussy being stretched wide by my fingers?”

“Oh, yes!”

Her cries grew high-pitched. Her body shuddered. I gasped as she squirted, spraying pussy juices about her hand and splattering the floor. “Fuck, that’s hot,” she moaned. “Keep watching me. I love those eyes! So dark and sultry.”

I moved to her, licking my lips. “I bet you’ll like them more when they’re looking up at you as I feast on your pussy.”

Her sweaty face smiled and she ripped her fingers out. “I bet they would.”

My face buried into her pussy lips, digging my tongue into her furrow. She shuddered and gasped as I drank her sweet honey. I let her juices fill my mouth, running thick down my throat as I licked and sucked. She tasted almost as good as our Mistress did. I let my tongue dig deeper, working through her juicy depths, giving her as much pleasure as I could.

“Desiree!” she moaned. “Your tongue is fuckin’ awesome!” Her fingers ran through my dark hair, pulling my face into her depths. “That’s it. Tongue me slut! Master was right to keep you. You can cook and eat pussy. You’re so perfect!”

I moaned into her snatch, my tongue probing and swiping, exploring every bit of her folds that I could. I just wanted to taste every inch of her pussy that I could. I wanted to revel in her sweet flavor. I I didn’t care how sore my knees were getting as I knelt on the tiled floor. The discomfort was worth it to suck on her delicious twat.

“Work that tongue, slut! Worship my pussy! Oh, yes! We are going to have so much fun serving Master together! His first two sluts!”

Joy beat inside my breast—I was such a lucky woman to be chosen by mi Rey.

“Oh, fuck! You whore! You’re going to make me cum again! Yes! I love it! Eat my cunt! Eat my slutty hole. That pussy belongs to Master and Mistress! You are so fortunate to get to eat it!”

I was. Her pussy tasted divine. This creature was so wonderful. I was falling under her siren’s spell. I worked harder, eager to make her cum again, hoping she would squirt into my mouth and drown me in her honey.

Her hips bucked, her fingers tugging at my hair. I sucked her clit and as much of her pussy into my lips as I could. I swatted that clit, playing with it, driving her wild with my eagerness. She let out a throaty moan, her thighs squeezing about my neck.

She shuddered.

Delicious juices rained into my mouth.

I had made this wonderful slut cum.

“Oh, Desiree,” she panted as I looked up at her, my face sticky, her juices running down my neck to my heaving breasts.

I just smiled at her. Making her cum was almost as satisfying as making mi Rey and mi Reina cum.

“Get on all fours like a bitch,” she commanded. I had to obey her. When mi Rey and mi Reina weren’t around, I had to listen to her.

I knelt like a bitch, wiggling my naked ass at her.

“Saucy slut,” she laughed, picking up a rolling pin from the counter. It was thick and my pussy clenched in excitement. “I see the lust. You want me to shove this up your whorish cunt!”

“I do,” I purred. “Fuck me with it! Make me cum!”

“Dirty slut!”

“Their dirty slut,” I breathed as she knelt behind me, spreading my thighs apart. Her tongue swiped across my pussy, working in deep. I shuddered. I was so close to cumming already. Watching her and eating her out had brought me to the brink.

She nibbled on my labia, tugging at them before she spread me open. The rolling pin’s handle shoved into me. I groaned as she worked that part in and out of me, the wider part brushing my pussy lips.

She spread me open, pushing harder. My eyes widened and a low, throaty moan escaped my lips, “Alison!” The rolling pin entered me, stretching my pussy open. My fingernails scraped at the floor as my back arched as I accepted the girth. She couldn’t get much into me before the handle was nudging my cervix, but it was wonderful.

“You are such a slut,” she laughed, working it in and out of me, igniting wonderful nerves inside me.

“I am! Fuck me, whore! Make me cum!”

She laughed, her tongue lapping at my asshole. I shuddered, savoring her rimming as the rolling pin stretched my pussy. Her tongue wiggled inside me, swirling about me. The sensations mixed inside me, one gentle the other forceful. My back arched and I grunted.

“Alison!” My sweet, little siren! She was as captivating as a mermaid swimming in the shallows.

My pussy gripped the rolling pin as I came.

I collapsed onto the cool, tiled floor, my body heaving. My hard nipples rubbed against the tiles.

“That’s it. Cum, slut!” she cooed, shoving the pin deep into me.

“Yes!” I screamed as another, shuddering wave of pleasure rocked through me. “So good! Thank you!”

She pressed her body into my back, her nipple piercings hard and cold as she squirmed against me. I turned my head, her cheek resting on the tiled floor next to mine. She was so cute and lovely, her face as flushed and sweaty as mine felt. I leaned in and shared a kiss with her.

Upstairs, I could hear the sound of our Masters’ passion.

“We’ll have to cook them breakfast in bed,” Alison smiled. “It’ll be so romantic for them.”

I smiled. “Yes.” Then I gave her another kiss.

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Mark Glassner

I looked up and my heart froze.

“Mare?” I asked in disbelief, seeing her beautiful form outlined in the doorway. I was so lost in thought, I hadn’t even noticed the door open, light flooding in from the hallway, silhouetting her nude body beneath the silk robe. She was an Angel, shining brilliantly with love. She was free of my commands.

She was reflecting the brilliance of her own love.

She floated to me and knelt; I embraced her, sobbing on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Mary, so sorry.” Everything I had been feeling: guilt, shame, fear, heartbreak, despair, poured out of my soul. Her gentle arms encircled me, silky hair brushing my cheek.

“Shh,” Mary whispered, rocking me in her comforting arms. “I forgive you.”

“Thank you!” I gasped between sobs.

“But, there needs to be a change.” She pulled away, cupping my face in her soft hands; her green eyes peered through to my soul.

“Anything,” I begged.

“We need to be equals,” Mary stated. “Our relationship can never last if we’re not equals.”

“Of course, Mare,” I said happily, we hugged each other with a fierce tightness. “Of course.”

“To be equals, I need to make my own pact.”

I stiffened in her arms. “Do you know what you’re saying? You would have to sell your soul.”

“Yes,” she answered. “Then we’ll be equals.”

I swallowed. I wanted to argue that it wasn’t worth it. But I never would have had this beautiful, forgiving woman without my own Pact. “Okay,” I agreed, forcing down my objections.

Mary relaxed and was overcome with emotions, tears brimming in her eyes. I gently wiped a tear away and she kissed my palm. And then we were both crying and hugging, and then we were kissing passionately. Her tongue was hot in my mouth. Somehow, the pink robe had come undone and her breasts were in my hands, soft and firm, her nipples hard as my fingers gently played with them. Mary moaned softly into my mouth. The scent of coconut filled my nose, strands of auburn hair brushed my face. Soft hands were unbuttoning my pants and then they found my cock, hard and throbbing, and freed it from the prison of my clothes.

I stood up, and Mary was cradled in my arms. Her arms were around my neck and we kissed before I laid her out on the bed. She was lithe and wet and so beautiful. I pulled my shirt off and shoved off my pants and underwear. Her eyes glistened with desire and her arms and legs spread open as I laid on top of her. Mary’s tongue was hot in my mouth, while her delicate fingers grasped my cock and guided it to her wet pussy.

Her pussy lips felt like silk as she rubbed my cock up and down on her slit. And then the head found her hole and I was inside my love. We both groaned together and we slowly writhed in unison. Kissing and panting. Her pussy was warm and wet, inviting and oh, so sweet.

“I love you,” I whispered as my cock plunged slowly, over and over into her wetness.

“I love you, too,” she whispered back, kissing me, grinding her clit into my pelvis as I bottomed out inside her.

Our hips moved with more urgency, my cock fanning the flames of her orgasm, her pussy fanning mine. My hands found a breast, firm and soft. Her fingers raked my back as her passions built.

“So close,” she whispered into my ear, biting gently. Our hips were fucking each other hard. “Harder, harder, my stallion!” she moaned. And then my filly bucked underneath me as her pleasure surged through her body. My filly’s pussy milked my cock as she spasmed in pleasure and my seed emptied deep into my love.

I rolled off Mary and she snuggled against me, resting her head on my chest, auburn hair spilling across me. I stroked her hair and she sighed contentedly, her own hand lazily stroking my stomach. We laid like that, enjoying the feel of the other, the peace and happiness. No words were necessary. Her breathing slowed and she fell asleep upon me. I closed my eyes and joined her…

…something was warm and wet was engulfing my dick, sucking me back to consciousness.

It was dark, still the middle of the night, and Mary’s mouth was on my shaft, her tongue swirling around my cock’s sensitive head. She knelt beside me, her hips next to my head. Her auburn hair, black in the darkness, spread across her face like a curtain.

I had to taste her.

I reached out, caressing her leg, running my hand up to her ass and gently pulled her to me. Her leg lifted up and over me as she straddled my face. I could smell her arousal, sweet and spicy, then she lowered her pussy to my lips. My nose pressed into her slit, breathing her desire in, as my lips and tongue found her hard, spongy clit. I sucked and nibbled on her sensitive nub as she deep-throated my cock.

We both moaned into the other’s sex.

I drank her nectar, sweet and spicy, as she bobbed her head on my dick. She would bob rapidly a few times, then deep-throat me, her throat constricting tightly about my cock as her lips kissed my pubic hair, before sliding up and starting over. I sucked on her clit, sliding two fingers into her wet, sucking pussy, wiggling and fucking my fingers into her, searching for her G-Spot. When I found it, she bucked on top of me, sucking hard on my cock.

We came together, my cum flooding her mouth, her juices flooding mine. Mary slid up to me and we kissed, tasting each other’s pleasure. This time, I laid my head on her soft breasts and drifted off to sleep in my love’s embrace…

…soft light was filtered through the window as the sun rose over Mount Rainier. Mary’s body pressed against my side, her back away from me and her ass soft on my hip. My right arm was trapped beneath her so I rolled onto my side, pressing against her, and held my sleeping love. I dozed holding her, Mary’s ass rubbing softly against my cock. My rod hardened against the silk of her skin.

She was so beautiful.

I kissed the slope of her neck, running a hand from her hip, up her side and cupping a small breast. Mary sighed, her ass rubbing harder against my dick. Then my cock slipped between her thighs, rubbing along her slit. Mary shifted some more, rubbing her cunt along my cock and between her smooth thighs. Her cunt grew dewy with her passion as I slowly fucked my dick along her groove.

“Ohh, put it in!” Mary moaned, sleepily.

I shifted my hips and the head of my cock slid into her pussy—so wonderful. I loved being in her. I slowly fucked her. Mary turned her head and we kissed. It felt good to be in her cunt, the walls squeezing my dick with a silky grip.

“God, you feel good,” I whispered in her ear, kissing and biting her lobe. “It feels so good to be in my filly!”

She grabbed the hand on her breast and dragged it down to her cunt, rubbing my fingers against her hard clit. She moaned, grinding my hand against her clit and I fucked her harder, faster.

“Oh, fuck me!” Mary panted. “My randy stallion, fuck me!” Her cunt constricted about my cock as she came. “Sweet god!” she screamed and bucked in my arm.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned and shot my cum into my filly.

I held her, cradling her in my arms as her pussy cradled my softening dick. I kissed her shoulder and neck, my hand slid up her hip and found her breast again. I gently massaged her tit.

“I love you,” Mary whispered, her voice thick with sleep.

I kissed her cheek, squeezed her breast, and whispered back, “Love you.” My eyes closed and I fell back to sleep inside my lover.

To be continued…

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