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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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“No, we have not identified the exact gas Mark Glassner used in the Buy Best. But, magic, really? That’s ridiculous. Next question.”

—Press Conference held by FBI Special Agent Kip Peterson, June 8th, 2013

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

My sleep was a shallow and restless, plagued with a reoccurring nightmare: I was surrounded by shadowy monsters, holding the crimson crystal in my hand, Mary pressed behind me as I tried to protect her. I would say the words, “Lilith, appear before me.” But nothing would happen, and the monsters would swarm in.

Most of the times, I would wake up, breathing hard. Mary would be snuggled tightly against me, somehow instinctively consoling me in her sleep, and I would drift back off to sleep to experience the nightmare all over again.

I awoke, sunlight streaming through the large, bedroom windows and the glass, sliding door that led out to a wooden balcony. I reached for Mary and found her side of the bed empty. I sat up, looking around for her. She wasn’t in our bedroom. I rubbed sleep from my eye, and glanced at the clock. I groaned; it was 7:34 AM. Damn, that’s early. I thought about rolling back to sleep, but my mind kept drifting back to the nightmare.

I tried to ignore my worries and go back to sleep but it was too bright and my bladder was too full, so I stumbled towards the bathroom. Mary was painting out on the balcony, an easel propped up before her. I wanted to find out what she was painting, but I had to pee so bad.

I stumbled into the bathroom. I braced one arm against the wall and relaxed my bladder, hoping I was pissing into the bowl. I was too tired to aim. After finishing, I fumbled with the shower controls. A hot shower always helped to wake me up.

I leaned against the tiled walls of the shower, mauve and gray, and let the warm water pour over me. After several minutes of warm, luxurious bliss, I was finally feeling alive. I grabbed the soap and washed my body and then shampooed my hair. I stepped out of the shower and shaved my face and combed my hair. I slapped on some spicy aftershave Mary had bought me and spritzed some body spray in my armpits.

Yesterday, Alison and Desiree had cleared all of Desiree and her husband’s clothes and personal effects out of the master bedroom and replaced them with Mary and my clothing. I found some clean boxers, jeans, and a shirt. Dressed, I grabbed my phone and sent Alison a text, before heading out to the master bedroom’s balcony to see what Mary was up to.

Mary stood before an easel and a large canvas, paintbrush in one hand and a wooden palette in the other, covered in smears of various colored paints. She was dressed in one of my white, buttoned down shirts that fell down to mid thigh on her. Mary’s auburn hair was tied back and fell in a loose ponytail down her back. Her legs were long and gorgeous and she was barefoot, her feet small with cute little toes. She appeared to be painting Mount Rainier with the sun rising over the mountain’s shoulder.

“Hey, Mare,” I greeted, sitting down on the love seat, admiring the way her shapely rear shifted about beneath the shirt tails as her hips swayed. “Looking good!”

“Morning, hun,” Mary answered, not even looking at me. She was too fixated on her painting.

“Painting the mountain?” I asked. God, what a stupid question. That’s exactly what she was painting. “It’s looking pretty.”

“Oh, thanks,” she said absentmindedly.

“Any plans for today?”

She shook her head. “No, not really. What were you thinking?”

I started to speak when someone knocked on the bedroom door. “Come in, Alison!” I shouted.

Alison padded through the room. The pink-haired slut was dressed in a sexy, French maid’s outfit she must have bought yesterday. The bodice of the dress was made of a transparent, black material that showed her hard nipples and the silver barbell that pierced each one. The skirt black, puffing out thanks to the many layers of lacy, ruffled lacy petticoats. It was short, barely covered her ass when she stood straight, and when she bent over her ass and pussy would be on display.

“Good morning, Master. Good morning Mistress,” Alison said politely as she stepped out onto the balcony.

“Good morning, slut,” Mary said, still concentrating on her painting.

“Did you make the arrangements I asked you to?” Yesterday, I had slipped her a note before Mary and I had left the house.

“Yes, Master, I made all the reservations and programmed the GPS,” Alison answered.

“Good slut,” I praised, and pulled my cock out. “You’ve earned your reward.”

Alison beamed, a hungry look in her brown eyes. She knelt before me and sucked my shaft into her warm mouth. I groaned, running a hand through her pink hair as her mouth expertly gave me pleasure. She was a great slut.

“What arrangements?” Mary glanced behind, her curiosity fading into amusment when she saw Alison blowing me. She shook her head and rolled her green eyes. “Is that a reward for her or you?”

“Both,” I grinned. Alison was a pro at blowjobs. She had a tongue stud, and the metal was a small spot of hard pressure, rubbing across my dick.

“So what are these plans?” Mary asked.

“An orca tour,” I answered. “And then dinner in Seattle, at the Space Needle. If you want to?”

“Are you asking me out on a date while some sluts sucks on your dick?”

“Oh, yeah!” I moaned as Alison bobbed her head on my shaft. I ran my hand through her bubblegum pink hair. “And she not just any slut. She is our slut.”

“Fair enough,” Mary smiled. “Okay, sounds fun. When do we leave?”

I looked down at Alison. “Well, slut?”

Alison popped her mouth off my cock, “You need to leave within the next ninety minutes or so,” she answered then sucked my dick back into her mouth.

“Well, then I need to get ready,” Mary smiled. “Slut, when you finish blowing Mark, clean up here and take everything to my studio.”

Alison moaned around my cock. I think she said, “Yes, Mistress.”

Mary bent down and kissed me on the lips. “Have fun,” she said with a smile, stroked Alison’s hair, and walked inside.

I followed her ass with my eyes, enjoying her hip’s sway, before she disappeared into the bathroom. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed Alison’s wet mouth and tongue on my cock. She was bobbing her head rapidly on my dick, the sensitive tip brushing the back of her throat. My balls tightened, and I came in her mouth.

“Thank you, Master, for your yummy cum,” Alison said, spunk staining her lips, then she gently licked my cock’s mushroom head, lapping out all my cum, then zipped my pants back up.

I went downstairs and heard Desiree cooking in the kitchen. Desiree was an amazing cook, and I wondered what delicious food she was making for breakfast. My stomach rumbled, clearly just as eager for her cooking as I was. Still too tired to do anything constructive, I turned on the TV and saw a blurry, black and white image of my face from a security camera.

I turned the volume up.

“Authorities are asking for any information on this man,” the news anchor reported, “Mark Glassner of Parkland, wanted in connection with the a series of strange events that happened in South Hill on Thursday. Besides the terrorist incident at the Buy Best, he is wanted for the robbery of a jewelry store in a local mall as well as several other strange occurrences. Eyewitness place him in the company of two young women who may be accomplices or victims of his strange gas. Call Crime Stoppers if you have any tips. If you see him, stay away. Authorities consider him quite dangerous.”

It still amused me that I was thought of as a terrorist, but I guess a gas attack was one way to explain how I made a store full of people fuck each other. A thought popped into my mind: could this the danger the Devil was warning me of?

I shook my head. No, that couldn’t be it. If any police showed up to arrest me, I would just tell them to let me go. And if Mary or Alison were arrested, I could just walk into the jail and order them free.

The news then started talking about some stupid bullshit a dog did, so I turned it off. I stared at the blank screen of the TV and pulled out the red crystal, studying it. The gem appeared to be a perfectly ordinary crystal. It didn’t burn with that crimson light like last night, it was cool in my hand, and smooth as glass.

“Mi Rey?” I jumped. Desiree stood before me, staring worriedly. She was dressed in the same maids outfit that Alison wore; her large tits, covered by the sheer bodice, dangled in front of my face. “Are you all right? You didn’t answer me.”

“Sorry, I was just thinking,” I replied, slipping the red crystal back into my pocket, next to the engagement ring box. I needed to get my mind off what the Devil said. I hoping to spend a fun and romantic day with Mary. “What did you want, Desiree?”

“Breakfast is ready, mi Rey,” she answered. “Shall I go let mi Reina know?”

“Yeah, she’s probably getting out of the shower now,” I told her. “Oh, hey, Desiree, what does, uh, mi Rey mean?”

“My king,” Desiree answered, then a pained look frowned her face. “Do you not like it?”

“No, no, I like it,” I paused. “So Reina is…?”

“Queen,” she said with a shy smile, then headed upstairs to find Mary.

“Tell her that!” I called after. Mary would love being called Queen.

In the kitchen there was a small, breakfast table and laid on it were four plates with omelets and crispy toast. A pitcher of orange juice sat in the middle of the table along with several jars of various jams. On the counter, a pot of coffee steamed. I poured myself a cup, added cream, and sat down at the table.

My stomach growled and I dug in.

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Mary Sullivan

I stepped out of the shower, humming in excitement. Our first date.

“Hello, mi Reina,” Desiree purred, holding out a towel to dry me with. “Master wants you to know that it means ‘my queen.’ I hope you love it.”

I smiled, liking the sound of that. “Well, your queen needs to be dried.”

“Gladly.”

Was there more desire in her eyes than yesterday? I sold my soul last night, and one of my wishes was for every woman to find me attractive. Of course, Desiree already found me attractive, so she wasn’t a great test.

The towel was soft as she dried my belly, working up to my freckled, perky tits. She smiled, her heavy breasts straining her slutty maid’s outfit. A lock of black hair fell across her nut-brown cheek. She was so gorgeous.

And I could do whatever I wanted to her.

My nipples tingled as she toweled my breasts dry, circling my nub. I shuddered, my pussy growing damp, itching for relief. Watching Alison blow my boyfriend had primed the pumps, and Desiree’s touch was working the handle, flooding juices down my thighs.

I grabbed the towel, wrapping it around my wet, auburn hair. “I can air dry,” I purred, seizing her shoulders and pushing her down.

“Yes, mi Reina,” she purred.

God, she sounded so sexy.

Her tongue nuzzled the folds of my sex, licking through my flesh. I shuddered, loving the feel of my sex slave’s tongue. I leaned against the shower door, letting her pleasure me. She nipped my clit, then dug her tongue deep inside me. My back arched, the glass shower door rattling.

“That’s it,” I gasped. “You little slut. Eat me.”

“Gladly!” Her dark eyes shone with passion, and her lips shone with my sticky juices.

I gasped when she buried her lips back into my cunt, licking deep. Her hands wrapped around my waist, seizing my plump ass, squeezing me hard. I let my hands slide up and down my belly, caressing my skin, adding more sensations to the mix. My fingers found my breasts, circling my areolas. My nipples were hard, dusky pink.

I pinched them.

“Yes!” I moaned, the pleasure rising. “You love my cunt!”

“It’s the best tasting cunt, mi Reina. I could feast on it all day!” Her smile grew. “Just give the command!”

I shuddered at her abject submission. My orgasm rolled through me and my juices poured down her lips. I pinched my nipples harder as my sex slave drank down every drop of my juices, her tongue probing for more.

I wanted to let her keep licking, but I needed to get ready for my date.

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Mark Glassner

Alison’s ass peaked out from her skirt as she washed dishes at the kitchen sink. She was so inviting. I couldn’t resist.

“Master!” she moaned in excitement as I thrust into her, my jeans falling around my knees.

“You fucking slut! You just couldn’t resist teasing me!”

“I couldn’t!” she moaned. “I love to make you hard, Master!”

Her moans and squeals made me pound her tight cunt harder. She worked her pussy, shifting her hips, fucking me back. My cock ached, massaged by her hot pussy. I could stay buried in my sex slave all day.

“What do you think?” Mary asked.

I didn’t stop fucking my sex slave as I looked at my girlfriend over my shoulder. She twirled about in a yellow sundress decorated with red orchids, completely unfazed by the gasps and moans Alison made. I had definitely corrupted Mary.

The dress had an ovoid, plunging neckline and a high skirt that fells to her mid-thigh. A pair of black, thigh-high, healed boots complimented the outfit. She had put on a light amount of makeup, transforming the natural beauty of her face into something amazing. She had a hint of blush on her cheeks, eyeliner that made her green eyes more brilliant, and a deep red lipstick that made her smiling lips more desirable.

“You look gorgeous,” I groaned, savoring Alison’s silky cunt. “I love those boots.”

Mary laughed. “Are you almost finished? I don’t want to be late.”

“If you could make out with Desiree, that might help,” I said, hopeful.

“Fine,” Mary said.

Desiree beamed, her face shiny with what I hoped was Mary’s pussy juices. My girlfriend grabbed Desiree, pulling the Latina slut to her. They kissed, Mary’s tongue tasting her own juices on the sex slave’s lips. Mary’s hand slid into Desiree’s bodice and pulled out a heavy, brown tit. Then, with a wink at me, she bent down and swirled her tongue around Desiree’s nub.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” I moaned, burying into Alison’s wonderful cunt. My body tensed, my cum shooting out in powerful pulses that sent bliss surging through my body. “Yes! Take my cum, slut!”

“I love it, Master!” gasped Alison, squeezing her pussy down on my dick.

“Good, let’s go,” Mary said, impatient, and grabbed my arm.

I barely had time to zip my pants up before Mary dragged me out of the kitchen. As the door swung close, I caught just the glimpse of Desiree kneeling down before Alison. The Latina slut’s head dipped in and she began drinking my cum straight out of Alison’s pussy.

They both were good sluts.

“We’re going to have so much fun on our date!” Mary giggled.

To be continued…

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