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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 Goddess was perfection as she walked through the field of flowers, glowing in her white dress. All who witnessed her beauty wept for joy.

—The Gospel of April 33:1-1

Mary Sullivan

After Mark left for his meeting, I pulled on a blue, pleated skirt and a white blouse. And then I went looking for the sluts. I found them down in the basement. They were playing some sort of game. Xiu was blindfolded and sitting on one of the beds and the other sluts were taking turns sticking their fingers in their cunts and letting Xiu taste and seeing if she could guess who’s pussy juices it was.

“Violet,” Xiu guessed and Violet giggled wickedly.

“Fiona, Violet,” I shouted. “We’re going out. Karen, Lillian, and Xiu, I want the house spotless when we returned.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the sluts all said, jumping to their feet.

All the sluts raced upstairs to start cleaning or get dressed. I had to wait a few minutes on Violet and Fiona to get dressed in their slutty clothing. Violet came donwstairs in a plaid jumper with a very short skirt over a black white blouse. She embodied the naughty schoolgirl fetish to a T, with her hair in two pigtails, knee high white socks, and her fresh face. And Fiona wore a fluted, black skirt and white, low-cut halter top. Her breasts swayed beneath the fabric and her nipples were hard little bumps.

I pulled Fiona to me and kissed her; Fiona’s tongue eagerly pushed into my mouth. I broke the kiss, grabbed one of Violet’s pigtails and pulled the smiling girl to me and kissed her. She was so innocent looking that I just had to defile her. I broke the kiss and pushed gently down on her shoulders. Violet’s cheeks were spotted red with desire and she eagerly knelt down and dived her head under my skirt.

I gasped as her tongue began flicking at my clit. The girl may look innocent, but she had become a dirty slut since Mark popped her cherry in that hotel elevator on Sunday. Violet slipped a slim finger up into my cunt as she nursed on my clit, wiggling the finger around.

“That’s it, slut,” I groaned. “Finger my cunt.”

“She’s eager,” purred Fiona.

My eyes fluttered. I let her stir me up. Her finger was deft, caressing all the delightful spots inside me. I loved having the sluts. It was so hot. They had no choice but to love and worship me. It was such a rush.

No one could resist this much power.

Fiona licked her lips, giving an envious look. She was programmed by Mark to desire to please us, and so she envied that Violet had the privileged. I shuddered, the thrill of power rushing down to my pussy. I groaned, my body tensing.

The little slut’s probing finger curled and brushed my G-spot.

I gasped and came hard. Violet slurped and licked my juices down. I let the pleasure wash over me, taking the edge off my excitement. I was eager for this trip. I let out a wonderful sigh as Violet took the last, gentle swipe through my pussy.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Violet said, licking her lips.

Fiona kissed Violet, eager to taste her mistress’s cunt.

“Alright, I think I’m ready to go. Let’s get a move on.”

“Where are we going, Mistress?” Fiona asked.

“To shop for my wedding dress.”

Violet let out a eager squeal.

I led my sluts out to the Volkswagen Eos Mark bought for me. I loved my cute, sporty car. We piled in, the car purring to life. I had never owned a new car before. A week ago, I was poor, and now I had Mark who could give me everything I wanted.

My excitement to get to the bridal shop got the better of me. I drove my Eos like Mark drove his Mustang. My eagerness attracted attention. Red lights flashed in my rear view mirror. I sighed, pulling off to the shoulder. I hoped this was one of the cops under Mark’s power.

The cop reached my window. “License and registration, please.”

“I am Mary Sullivan,” I smiled. If Mark had gotten to the cop, he would do what I said. “I need an escort to the Wedding Lace.”

The cop blinked. “Oh, sorry, ma’am, didn’t know it was you. Of course, I’ll escort you there.”

“You are so powerful,” Violet gushed.

Laughing, I followed the cop as he raced down the road.

“Mark thinks he has already gotten almost half of the Puyallup cops under his orders,” I smiled. “Lucky for us, we ran into one of them.”

“I can’t wait until there’s a whole bunch of sexy cops protecting us,” Fiona smiled.

“It’ll be kinky,” I giggled.

Thanks to the cop’s escort, we quickly reached the Wedding Lace, a bridal shop in a strip mall. It was only two stores down from the Heavenly Creature Salon, the very place where I had a wonderful morning getting waxed by this beautiful Vietnamese woman named Joy. After she waxed me, we made passionate love. My pussy tingled as I remembered her soft body.

I really needed to get some of the sluts down here so they could be waxed.

We walked into the Wedding Lace, and all three of us gushed. It was filled to the brim with beautiful wedding dresses. White, lacy works of art. We giggled as we browsed the shelves, looking for the perfect dress. I wanted a short train, and low cut neckline. Mark loved my freckled breasts, and I wanted them to be shown off.

“Hi, I’m Bonnie,” a purple-haired woman greeted. She was in her mid-twenties, tall and slim. Her hawkish nose was pierced with an amethyst stud and her lips were large, sensuous and a deep red. She wore a sleeveless, ruffled white blouse and a black, pencil skirt. Black tights covered her long, slim legs. Her purple hair was held up in a loose bun. Around her neck was a cloth ruler.

“I’m Mary,” I said, shaking her hand. “I’m getting married next month and I need a dress.”

“Congratulations,” Bonnie said with a lovely smile, a rosy color forming in her cheeks. Her eyes flicked down, eyeing my cleavage—my Pact at work. “What style of dress were you thinking of?”

I explained what I was looking for, and Bonnie got out a few dresses that she thought would do. I picked one I liked and she quickly went and grabbed a few more. Every time I settled on one, she would produce another and another until I had seen about twenty dresses, and I was sure I had found the right one.

The dress was so beautiful. It was strapless, the bodice covered by white lace that then wrapped around the dress in a diagonal band across the stomach ending at the skirt. The skirt, itself, was beautiful tiers of ruffled fabric trimmed in delicate lace, giving the dress a graceful, bell shape. I closed my eyes and pictured myself in the dress, how Mark would gape in amazement at how stunningly gorgeous I looked in it.

“This one,” I said, eyes misting with moisture.

“Let’s go in the back, and I’ll take your measurements,” Bonnie said. The sluts followed me into the back. Both Violet and Fiona had knowing smiles. The naughty girls thought I was going to seduce Bonnie.

I probably was, I thought and giggled. Bonnie glanced at me. “Sorry, just thought of something funny.”

“Well, strip down to your undies,” Bonnie said, and then jumped when she noticed Violet and Fiona. “Um, are you staying?”

“Oh, it’s fine,” I smiled, pulling my blouse over my head.

“No, its not…” Bonnie snapped her mouth shut and blushed. “Miss, you didn’t have to take off your bra.”

“I wasn’t wearing one,” I said nonchalantly as I unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor. “I don’t often wear underwear anymore.”

“Of course.” Bonnie licked her lips, trying to fight the urge to stair at the fiery heart of pubic hair above my waxed slit. “Are you going to want undergarments for your wedding?”

“Hmm,” I thought, shifting my hips; Bonnie’s eyes darted down. This was turning into a fun game. “Yes. It’s a special occasion after all.”

“That it is, miss,” Bonnie said. “Let’s get you up here.”

Bonnie took my hand, leading me to a small, raised platform in the center of the room. I stepped up on to it, standing just a head taller than everyone. It was only fitting, I was better than them. Like Mark said, they were all insects compared to us.

Bonnie began to take my measurements, wrapping the cloth ruler about my body. When she was measuring my bust, her hand brushed my nipples sending a delicious tingle throughout my body. Bonnie blushed beautifully, and my pussy grew damp. I shifted, licking my lips.

“You have a delicate touch,” I purred.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, her fingers sliding across my waist.

“It is getting a little hot in here.”

“Definitely, Mistress,” giggled Violet.

“Are you feeling hot?” I asked as Bonnie knelt down.

“Um, no. I feel fine,” she lied, her hips shifting.

Bonnie began measuring my legs. I couldn’t help parting my thighs. Her eyes glanced up and then froze at the sight of my waxed pussy. Her pink tongue wetted her red lips before she started to measure my inseam.

Bonnie started on my right leg, measuring up my inner thigh, up to my crotch. Her hand brushed my damp pussy, and I stifled a moan, pleasure shivering through my body. She measured up my left leg, her hands shaking with desire. Her hand slowly drew the cloth ruler up my shin, past my knee, and up my smooth thigh, growing ever closer to my aroused pussy. When her hand brushed my pussy, I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping my lips.

Bonnie snatched her hand away, breathing heavily. She licked her lips again, her green eyes wide with desire. And then her head moved forward and she buried her face in my pussy, her tongue greedily licking across my vulva. She licked once more, her tongue sliding through the groove between my labia before she pulled away.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me! You were just so…so…”

“Tantalizing?” I finished.

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes still fixed to my pussy.

“Don’t be afraid, then,” I urged. “Keep licking.”

Bonnie drew a deep breath and then buried her face back in my twat, her hands reaching around to cup my ass, pulling me tight against her mouth. Her tongue wiggled out, slipping into my wet hole and hitting all the most delightful spots in my cunt.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned as the delightful woman ate my pussy. “What a wanton slut!”

“I bet, Mistress,” Fiona purred. Violet knelt before Fiona and was happily lapping at her red-furred cunt. Fiona had her hands wrapped around Violet’s pigtails, using them as handlebars to guide the girls mouth.

Bonnie wasn’t a novice at cunt lapping. Her tongue explored my pussy and her lips happily sucked my clit and up and down my labia. Her fingers dug into my ass as her tongue found my clit, swirling about her.

“Make me cum!” I moaned. “Umm, I’m getting close. I love it when a hot slut licks my pussy!”

“Make Mistress cum!” Fiona moaned. “Oh, yes! She’s so beautiful! She’s the most beautiful woman in the world!”

What a wonderful slut. My orgasm built. I trembled, getting nearer and nearer to erupting. Bonnie thrust two fingers inside me, fucking them rapidly in and out of my pussy. Her mouth sucked hard on my clit, bating it with her tongue. I shuddered, an orgasm bursting through me.

“Fuck, yes!” I gasped.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum!” gasped Fiona.

Bonnie kept fingering me and sucking on my clit. A second orgasm burst through my body right on the heels of the first. I loved it, riding the waves of bliss into heights of rapture. The woman drank down my juices, unable to control her desires for me.

“Fuck that’s good!” I gasped, gripping her purple hair and grinding my cunt on her lips. “Keep it up, bitch! Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum again! You fucking slut! Eat my pussy!”

My orgasms kept rolling through me. It was so hot having this strange woman eat my pussy. I had such power. Bonnie kept eating me, my wish affecting her, making her desire to please me. I shook and writhed, my feet shifting.

I stepped on the edge of the platform. I gasped in surprised, my pussy still convulsing with bliss. I stumbled off and sat heavily in a nearby chair, breathing hard. Bonnie’s face was stained with my juices and she was breathing just as hard. I glanced over at the sluts and saw Fiona and Violet happily sixty-nining, the barely-legal Violet on top.

I was still horny. I needed to come more.

“Are you okay?” Bonnie gasped, her punkish face smeared with my juices.

“Uh-huh,” I purred. “But I need more loving.”

I stood up and strolled to Bonnie. She still knelt, breathing heavily, her eyes burning with desire. I pushed her down onto her back before straddling her face. I settled my pussy right on her mouth, and moaned as her wonderful tongue lapped through my cunt.

I pulled up Bonnie’s black skirt then yanked down her black tights. Underneath, I found her silky, red panties, the gusset wet with desire. I pulled them to the side, exposing a cunt shaved bare, a silver ring piercing her right labia.

“Kinky,” I giggled.

I grabbed the ring and gently tugged at her pussy lips; Bonnie moaned into my cunt. She did look delicious, so I dove into her pussy. She tasted fresh and tart. I swiped through her pussy with my tongue, a nice, long swipe and she shuddered beneath me. She was so primed, she came almost the moment my lips touched her pussy. I was flooded with her tasty juices.

I drank them down.

We devoured each other’s cunts. Feasting on pussy juices, sucking on clits, and fingering wet holes. Her juices covered my face, her scent filled my nostrils. I enjoyed playing with her piercing with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth. Twice more she came on my greedy lips, bucking and writhing beneath me. I only came once more on her lips, but it was powerful, starting deep inside my womb and exploding out with fervent gush of my juices on her lips.

When I was sated, I rose, scanning the room. Violet and Fiona were cuddled on the floor. They both broke away, stood up, and kissed me, savoring the taste of Bonnie’s cunt from my lips. I cupped both my sluts breasts, giving their nipples playful twists before we all dressed.

“So, you will get my dress done as soon as possible?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” Bonnie panted. A lustful smile crossed her lips. “I can’t wait to get it finished so we can have the first fitting!”

“Absolutely,” I agreed and kissed Bonnie on the lips.

To be continued…

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