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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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In many ways, my parents were no different than other parents. Some of my fondest memories of them were simply cuddling between them as we watched TV.

—excerpt from ‘The Tyrants’ Daughter: An Autobiography’ by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner

Mary Sullivan

“Alright, sluts, let’s get your asses moving,” I clapped as me and the sluts filled naked into the living room. Alison and Desiree pushed back the couch, giving us all room to exercise.

Lillian was back from watching Korina at the hospital, Xiu taking her place. Mark wanted one of the sluts with our poor, wounded Korina at all times. I hoped Korina was recovering swiftly; I missed her doll-faced beauty and big tits.

“I want to see you all exercising hard,” I commanded them, eyeing Violet hard.

The young woman flushed, playing with her brown hair in pigtails. “Yes, Mistress, I will.”

Chasity was eager, but then she was a cop with a toned, athletic body. I bet she exercised everyday. Alison and Desiree were also eager, but Thamina swallowed and Karen winced. The poor thing rubbed at her stomach.

Well, we had treated her badly.

I found the exercise program on Netflix. “Okay, girls, let’s get our asses tight for Mark. You want to make me and your Master happy, right?”

“Right,” they all cheered.

Mark was out jogging, trying to get in shape for me, the least I could do was make sure the sluts and I kept it tight. Besides, my ass was a little too plump for my liking. Sure Mark loved it, but I could loose a few pounds.

Our breasts bounced and jiggled as we went through the exercises. It was a shame the women and men on the tape weren’t naked, that would make this so much more fun. But I did catch more than a few glimpses of the sluts as they moved, my pussy itching.

My breath grew, my small breasts heaving as my heart pumped. It was invigorating to get the blood pumping I would definitely be indulging in some fun afterwards. I knew Mark would be with his Naked Jogging Club.

I would join him, but I hated running.

“Keep going,” the woman on the exercise show cajoled in a bubbly voice. “Keep those feet moving. And kick. And step. And kick. And step. You’re doing so good.”

“And you’re so hot,” I moaned, watching the woman’s breasts bounce beneath her tight leotard.

“It would be so hot if she was naked,” Alison moaned behind me. “Look at those tits.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

“I’m sure Master could arrange a naked exercise tape,” laughed Lillian. “He’s so good at making women do what he wants.”

“He’s gifted,” I agreed.

“Mistress…” Karen moaned behind me.

I turned. Karen’s beautiful face was pale. She moved her arms even as her face scrunched up. “What’s wrong.”

“I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

She kept exercising, forcing her body to obey my commands even as she grit her teeth, obviously trying to prevent her throw up.

“Run to the bathroom,” I commanded her. “Thamina, go with her.”

Karen bolted, dusky Thamina hot on her trail. Karen headed for the first floor bathroom, crashing through the door. I grimaced as her retching sound echoed through the house. The other sluts looked on concerned, but they kept on exercising—I hadn’t commanded them to stop.

I padded down the hall, peaking in. Thamina knelt by Karen, holding her hair as she continued retching. I bolted, unable to stand the sight.

I hoped everything was all right with our newest slut. Did we push her too hard yesterday?

* * *

Fiona Cavanagh

Karen never returned to finish exercising and Mistress wasn’t in the mood to mess around when we finished. Thamina took Karen upstairs while the rest of us sluts headed to the kitchen to ready breakfast.

Well, Desiree readied breakfast and the rest of us chatted as we watched her while slowly setting the table. Mistress headed upstairs to check on Karen, and came back down after a few minutes as we set down plates covered in blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs on the table.

“She’s feeling better,” Mistress said as she sat down, still as sweaty as the rest of us from our vigorous aerobics.

My legs burned, but it was worth it to stay fit and beautiful for Master.

The front door opened, and I beamed as Master walked in naked, a big smile on his face. He had gotten lucky. He always did. “Good morning, Master,” I greeted with the rest of the sluts.

I darted into the kitchen to fetch his plate.

Master smiled at us, walking over and kissing Mistress on the lips as I returned. “How was your jog, stud?” Mistress purred.

“Fun,” Master laughed, sitting down. I set a plate in front of Master. To thank me, he kissed me on the lips. I beamed, shuddering in joy that my Master had kissed me.

Master frowned, looking around the table. “Where’s Karen? And Thamina?”

“Oh, she was feeling a little ill this morning,” Mistress answered. “She threw up during aerobics. Thamina took her upstairs. It doesn’t seem anything too serious. We did put her through a lot yesterday.”

“Oh, okay,” Master shrugged, reaching out to fondle my ass; my pussy grew wet and I squirmed into his grope. “Well, I had a pretty fun morning.”

“With those ladies you go jogging with?” Mistress asked slyly.

“No, with a news reporter,” Master answered, holding up a pink bra.

I grinned, his fingers kneading my asscheeks as he told us all about his romp with Jessica between hungry bites of pancake and eggs. He didn’t get too far into his hot story before his hand slid up to my strawberry-blonde hair. He tugged me down.

I knelt, crawling beneath the table. His cock was hard. I opened wide, sucking his dick into my mouth. Master groaned, stroking my hair as I sucked his dick, sour with Jessica’s ass. I loved it, listening to his story while I concentrated on giving him the best blowjob I could.

“Is this her?” Mary asked, holding up her phone. A muffled woman spoke, reporting about some winter storm.

“Yeah,” Master moaned. “I fucked her ass hard and she loved it. She was an anal slut.”

I tasted the proof on Master’s cock, savoring the sour flavor of the newest slut’s ass on his shaft. I worked my tongue around him to clean him up. Master groaned, his dick throbbing in my mouth. I massaged his balls, eager for a taste of cum.

“Shit! Here it cums! Oh, fuck!”

The first wonderful squirt of cum flooded my lips. I loved it, so happy I made my Master cum. I swallowed the first load as a second and a third pumped into my mouth.

“Hmm, don’t swallow,” Mistress commanded, her hand reaching down to seize my hair.

I held the cum in my mouth, my cheeks bulging as the last squirt of Master’s cock purred in. Master let out a deep, satisfied moan. Mistress tugged on my hair and I let her pull me up for a kiss. I pushed my tongue out, sharing Master’s cum with her. Mistress moaned, her tongue probing deep, drinking it down.

“Umm,” she purred, smacking her lips when she broke the kiss before turning back to her phone to study the pic of Jessica, the newest slut. “She looks pretty.”

“Trust me, she has a smoking body,” Master grinned.

“Well, you do have a discerning eye.” Mistress’s hand reached out and stroked Master’s dick, wet with my saliva. “Or at least, a discerning cock.”

“Wanna take a shower?” Master asked archly as his dick hardened in Mistress’s hand.

I so wanted to shower with Master. Mistress was the luckiest woman in the world.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Mary laughed richly at my suggestion, racing ahead of me. I chased after her auburn hair.

We never quite made it to the shower.

Her ass was so inviting as she raced up the stairs in front of me that I pinned her against the hallway wall and wildly fucked her. She was soaking wet and my cock slid easily in her. Mary held me tight and panted loudly as I plunged hard into her.

“Yes, yes, fuck me stud!” she moaned as I plowed into her. “Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!”

She was so beautiful, and her pussy felt so amazing. I could never get tired of her. Her laugh, her smile, the way she bit her lip, her freckled breasts and plump ass and her tight holes. I loved her mouth as she nibbled on my lip as we kissed and her soft fingers tracing my spine as we made fucked.

A bedroom door opened and Karen and Thamina peered out.

Karen was looking a lot better than she had last night. Her scrapes on her wrist were fading, and her ass wasn’t quite so welted. Her eyes were no longer red with crying and puffy with exhaustion. Thamina wore her nurse’s outfit and her headscarf. Her body was clearly visible through the white, transparent material of her uniform and her dark nipples were hard. The purity of the headscarf just made her whorish display even more exciting.

“Feeling better?” Mary asked, bucking her hips on my hard cock.

“Yes, Mistress,” Karen answered. “I don’t know what was wrong. But I’m feeling better.”

“Well, there’s breakfast downstairs,” Mary moaned.

“Thamina, wait,” I panted. I was close to cumming. Thamina waited patiently while I continue fucking Mary. “I’m close, Mare,” I whispered in her ear. “You ready for my hot cum.

“Fill me up!” Mary panted, her arms hugged me tightly and she kissed me passionately.

I hammered her cunt hard and her hips matched my intensity. Our groins slapped together hard. Mary’s tongue wiggled into my mouth as I kissed her. My cock throbbed with need as it slid through the wonderful heat of her pussy.

I groaned into her sweet kiss, my balls tightening. That wonderful itch grew at the tip of my cock. I slammed into her and came hard. I shuddered as my cum pumped out me. Mary’s pussy spasmed about my cock, her fingernails biting into the flesh of my back.

“Oh, fuck that was good!” Mary panted as we pulled apart. Cum leaked out of her pussy as my cock pulled out. Thamina knelt down and licked her cunt clean like a good slut.

“Thamina, get some money and then go buy thirteen small duffel bags,” I told the slut. “When you get back, get the other sluts together and put two million dollars in each bag.”

“Yes, Master,” she said and scrambled to follow my orders.

Mary looked questionably at me. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to our bedroom. “I figure two million per house on the street. That’s easily double what they’re worth.”

“Wow,” Mary said. “So much.”

I shrugged. “Might as well spread the wealth around. I can always get more.”

Mary giggled. I took her into the bathroom, and we finally got to that shower. “What are you doing today, before the meeting with all the cops?” Mary asked.

“Relax,” I said with a shrug. “Lillian made a sex tape. We could watch that.”

“Really, with who?” Mary asked curiously.

“This punk-rock girl with a mohawk,” I answered. “I think her name was Zelda.”

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Mary Sullivan

After the shower we went down to the living room and Mark set the TV up up for streaming off Lillian’s phone. I had no idea how to do that, so I’m glad he did. When he was finished, he joined me on the couch, spooning me.

It was the first time Mark and I watched porn together. Actually, it was the first time I’d watched porn ever. I had never had the inclination to watch it. My ex, Mike, had begged me a few times, but I just let him fuck me than actually go through with it.

Now I was excited to watch porn with Mark.

Mark’s cock was hard, pressing into my ass as the video started. It was shaky, and not the best quality. The angle didn’t show much, just two forms writhing about on the bed. Luckily, their moans came through, loud and clear.

Zelda, the girl with the mohawk, was a screamer when she came.

After ten minutes, Mark and I were too busy to watch the tape. I had pushed Mark on his back, my poor pussy on fire, his cock pressing on my ass had been so sexy. I impaled myself on his thick cock, riding him hard.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “I love it when my naughty filly rides me.”

“Yes, yes!” I gasped, my hips swirling. “I love riding my horny stallion.”

His hand gripped my plump ass as I leaned over, dangling my perky breasts right above his face. His fingers moved into my crack, searching for my sphincter. I groaned when he found my wrinkled asshole and teased it with his finger.

“Shove it in,” I hissed, leaning over Mark. My arms were braced on the couch arm around his head. I slammed down on his cock. “Do it! I love it when you play with my ass.”

“Naughty filly,” he groaned as he pushed his finger against the tight ring of my asshole.

My sphincter held for a moment and then he slipped into me. I groaned, squeezing my bowels on his finger. He sank deep, up to his second knuckle before slowly fucking it in and out of my ass. I loved it. My panting became higher pitch, my hips writhing faster as the burning pleasure in my ass mixed with the bliss in my pussy.

“Love your titties,” Mark groaned, my dusky nipple dangling just inches from his mouth.

He seized the nipple with his mouth, sucking greedily at the hard nub.

“Oh, your cock feels so wonderful in my cunt!” I panted. “Suck my tit, finger my ass! Oh, my mighty stallion! Oh, fuck, fuck, you’re making me feel so fucking amazing!”

My orgasm swelled. Mark knew how to tease my body to make me explode. I slammed down hard, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. Sparks flew, landing on he tinder of my orgasm. The flames erupted, burning hot through me as I came.

My cunt pulsed on Mark’s cock as I bucked on top of him, screaming my orgasm. I kept riding him, hard and fast. His cock was wonderful as my cunt slid up and down his shaft. Mark groaned around my nipples, switching back and forth between them.

“Are you gonna cum in my naughty pussy?” I asked, eager to feel that wonderful moment again. “Gonna fill it up with your creamy spunk.”

“Yeah, Mare,” I gasped. I looked up at her face, twisted beautifully with lust. “My cum’s going to flood my naughty filly’s cunt!”

Mark thrust up into me, bouncing me on his cock. I shuddered in bliss, my back arching as another orgasm built inside me. His finger jammed deep into my ass, his hands pulling me all the way down on his cock.

“Fuck!” he grunted and then his hot, thick cum was pouring into my pussy.

“Oh that feels so good!” I groaned my second orgasm bursting inside me. “Your cum’s warm inside me!”

I collapsed onto Mark, my sweat-dampened hair brushing his face as I lowered my lips to kiss him. I savored his passionate kiss as my soft breasts rubbed against his his chest, savoring our love and the last shudders of my passion.

Lillian and Zelda still moaned loud.

I turned my head, cuddling on top of my fiance, our cheeks pressed together. We went back to watching the sex tape again.

Lillian was on her knees and Zelda, the mohawk girl, was fucking her asshole with a strap-on. I had forgotten that Mark’s finger was still up my ass until he slowly pumped it out. I let out a throaty moan and a second finger pressed into my bowels.

“You want to fuck my ass?” I asked, whispering in his ear. “Do you want to stick your hard cock up my tight, dirty backdoor?”

Mark’s cock hardened in my pussy.

“Your ass is so amazing,” Mark groaned. “I love how tight it feels on my cock.”

I climbed off Mark and pulled him to his feet. I wanted that, too. I fell on all fours, shaking my plump ass at him. My legs were parted and his cum leaked out of my freshly-fucked pussy, trickling down my thighs in white rivulets.

“Eat my ass, hun,” I cooed. “Get me all nice and ready for your big cock.”

Mark loved it when I said his cock was big. He was definitely bigger than Mike, my ex. Mark’s cock throbbed hard, shiny with my juices. I clenched my bowels, eager to experience the bliss of his dick inside me.

Mark knelt behind me, spreading apart my asscheeks. His fingers brushed my asshole again before he leaned down, burying his face between my butt-cheeks. His tongue was hesitant as it brushed my backdoor. I gasped in surprise—this was the first time he had eaten out anyone’s ass, let alone mine.

I purred as his tongue circled my asshole. I wanted to let him know that I approved. The pleasure tingled through me as his tongue grew more bold, his lips sucking. My back arched, another moan escaping my lips.

“Sooo good, Mark!”

“You taste delicious,” he growled and pressed his tongue against my sphincter.

I shuddered as his tongue kept pressing, slipping into my tight asshole. He wiggled it around inside, stirring the pleasure through me. One finger slid down my taint to my pussy, stroking my labia to my hard clit.

Mark rubbed my nub, the pleasure surging through me.

“Ohh, yes,” I moaned. “That’s so nice. You’re tongue feels amazing, Mark! Eat my dirty ass!”

His fingers slid inside my sopping pussy with ease, lubed by my excitement and his sperm. His tongue kept rubbing my clit. My hips writhed in pleasure as Mark’s lips glued to my asshole. I moaned again, eager to be filled with his cock.

Mark pulled his lips from my asshole and ripped his fingers from my pussy. He slid them up to my asshole, the slick digits shoving into my bowels. I groaned as he worked them in and out, lubing me for his cock.

“Here I come, Mare,” he panted, rubbing his dick against the rosebud of my asshole. I pushed back as he sank into my tight ass, the pleasure rippling through me. “God, you feel so good, Mare.”

“Ohh, my stallion,” I groaned. “Ream my ass, stud!”

On the TV, Lillian was cumming on Zelda’s strap-on, moaning like the wanton slut she was. I moaned just as wantonly for Mark as he fucked my ass hard. His balls slapped against my taint. I bucked into him, flashing him sultry glances over my shoulder as his cock pounded deep into me.

“You’re so beautiful!” Mark gasped as he fucked me.

My mouth opened to speak, but only as passionate moan escaped my lips. My eyes squeezed shut as a sudden orgasm rippled through me. My bowels clamped down on his cock, convulsing as the delight poured through my body.

“Here it cums, Mare!” Mark gasped and fed my hungry hole with his cum.

We were both breathing heavily as our pleasure bled out of me. Mark pulled me up onto the couch with him, cuddling me. Lillian’s sex tape was over. “What time to you need to leave?” I asked, savoring his arms about me.

“The meetings not until four,” he answered.

“You once promised to watch Grey’s Anatomy with me,” I said, remembering our lunch at the Mall last week. I grabbed the Bluray remote. The Bluray player was one of those wireless players that you could watch Netflix on.

“Yeah, okay,” Mark said. “How bad could it be?”

To be continued…

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