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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 lesbians of Tacoma were graced with our Goddess’s loving presence. She appeared among them, sharing her love and compassion. All who beheld her beauty were consumed in worship for her perfection.

—First book of Vivian 18:1

Mark Glassner

“Fuck, man,” Quatch groaned as Willow sucked his cock.

I grinned at my best friend. I was glad I could share my sluts with Quatch and the rest of my friends. Every Thursday, for almost a decade, my friends and I had gotten together to play D&D. We didn’t last Thursday, but I had been a little preoccupied with my new powers and Mary. I had fallen head over heals in love with the woman the moment I met her last week.

The guys weren’t pleased that I had blown off the game, and I was looking to make it up to them tonight. Each of my friend’s would have their own slut to serve them while we played. They would pour drinks, fetch food, and do any nasty act my friends wanted. I had already settled on Violet to be my personal slave for the night. Violet had been a virgin when I took her and I didn’t want any other cock to fuck her cunt for the rest of her life.

Quatch, the DM, had arrived first. He had selected Willow, our newest sex slave, for his personal slut. He was a big, hairy guy, hence his nickname, Quatch. It used to be Sasquatch because he was so hairy that he must be cousin to one. Somewhere along the line, it was shortened to Quatch. I couldn’t remember his real name. It may have been James or John. Or maybe Jeff. I was pretty sure it started with a J. I should know it, he’s my best friend, but everyone calls him Quatch, even his mom and sister.

Quatch was in heaven as Dr. Willow blew him. The Native American gynecologist devoured his cock, her raven black hair spilling about his thighs. She was dressed in a slinky parody of a nurse’s outfit, her naked ass peaking out as her short skirt slid up her gorgeous thighs.

The doorbell rang.

“Enjoy,” I grinned at Quatch as I headed to the front door.

“Holy shit, man. I fucking owe you!”

“Umm, she’s gobbling his cock,” moaned Alison. “The new slut knows what she’s doing!”

“Uh, huh,” purred Desiree.

“I bet he’s about to pop,” giggled Xiu.

I reached the door and yanked it open. Karl stood there, his eyes wide in shock. “You did fucking rob a bank. I can’t fucking believe it, man. And the FBI think you’re innocent. I caught the interview with that dumb ass agent who raided your house. Fuck, man, I can’t believe this week.”

“Well, I am innocent.” I grinned at him. “Come on, man. Enjoy my good fortunes.”

Karl was the skinniest guy I have ever met. He was as thin as a post and his cheeks were sunken. I would swear he was a crack addict, but he never seemed high when I was around him. And the guy could eat; it was disgusting how much food he could put away. Behind him was Tom getting out of his car. Tom was a large guy with a long ponytail of brown hair.

“Damn, man,” Karl said, shaking my hand. “Killer house. How the fuck did you swing this really?”

“I won a poker tournament,” I said, then nodded to Tom as he approached. “Hey, Tom.”

“Hey,” Tom grunted. Tom was a man of few words most of the time. But he really got into roleplaying his characters and could be a down right chatterbox if he was playing the right one.

I led Tom and Karl inside. Quatch groaned; he still was getting blown by Willow. His head was thrown back and his mouth wide in amazement. He held a fistful of her raven-black hair as he bobbed Willow’s mouth up and down his shaft.

“Holy shit,” Tom muttered.

“You runnin’ a brothel, Mark?” Karl gaped as he stared at all my sluts preening in their sexy outfits. Most were dressed as naughty maids, but Chasity and Noel were slutty cops, Thamina a slutty nurse, and Jessica was a slutty secretary in a sheer blouse that showed off her caramel tits. Only Korina was missing, but she was recovering from being shot.

“Wait, weren’t you on the news?” Karl gasped, pointing at Jessica.

“Guilty,” she beamed. Jessica was my reporter slut from KIRO 7 news. “That’s how I got such an intimate interview with Master.”

“These are my sex slaves,” I grinned, proud to show off my sluts. “They do whatever me our my fiancee wants.”

“Fiancee?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, I’m getting married in a month,” I grinned. “I want you guys to be my groomsmen and Quatch, I was hoping you could be my best man.”

“Shit, I’ll fucking do whatever you want!” Quatch moaned. “I haven’t had my dick sucked in two years.”

“Choose a lady,” I told Tom and Karl. “She’ll be your personal slave for the night. She’ll serve you drinks, fetch you snacks, and do whatever other things you want.”

“Fuck me,” Karl groaned.

“Yeah, they’ll do that,” I laughed.

The doorbell rang again. I slapped their shoulders. “They don’t bite unless you want them to.” I shoved my friends forward and went to answer the door.

Chris was standing on the porch. He was a big guy, in great shape, his hair buzzed short like an Army Ranger. He got out of the army last year after serving two tours in Afghanistan. The guy could be on a recruitment poster for the army. He was also the biggest nerd I knew.

“Hey, man,” he said, “nice house. I guess the rumors about you robbing a bank must be true!”

I snorted in laughter. “Naw, just a misunderstanding. It’s already been sorted out. I just won a poker tournament at one of the Indian casinos in Fife.”

“Then congrats, man,” he said, slapping me on the shoulder.

“Come in, the rest of the guys are here,” I said.

“Jesus,” Chris said, stunned when he saw the living room.

Tom had Jessica sitting on his lap making out with her while Karl had wasted no time in bending pink-haired Allison over the couch. Karl was following the instructions on her body. Above her cunt, Allison had tattooed “Cum on in” with an arrow pointing at her cunt.

Karl looked quite eager to obey those words as he pumped away.

“Mark’s getting hitched,” Quatch panted.

“No shit?” Chris asked.

I nodded and he offered me his hand. We shook, and I said, “Want to be one of my groomsman?”

“Hell ya, man,” Chris answered, then he looked around. “What does your fiancee think of this…impromptu bachelor party?”

“She’s upstairs getting ready to go out with her girlfriend,” I answered. “She loves having all these sex slaves.”

Chris shook his head. “What the fuck happened to you?”

I made a pact with the Devil. “I just got lucky,” I lied and then explained what was happening tonight.

Chris looked around to pick his slut. “Damn, that Latina chick with the big tits. I love ’em big.”

“Umm, and so do I,” Desiree purred as she rubbed at Chris’s thick arm.

“Fuck,” Chris groaned as Desiree pushed him back onto the couch and fished out his cock. My Latina slut winked at me before she sucked Chris’s cock into her mouth. Chris moaned, gripped her black hair, and savored the Latina beauty’s blowjob.

“Whore!” groaned Tom as Jessica straddled his lap while he sat on the recliner. She slammed her pussy down on his cock while Tom kept muttering, “Whore,” over and over.

“I am, baby,” Jessica shuddered. “I’m Master’s whore. I fuck whomever he wants.”

“Whore!” Tom groaned.

My cock throbbed in my pants. I loved the decadence breaking out around us.

“Holy shit, I’m going to cum!” moaned Quatch. He gripped Willow’s black hair and held her mouth in place as his hips bucked. His face twisted, and then he shuddered as he came.

Willow swallowed his load, slurping it down. When he finished, she popped her mouth off and, like a good slut, purred, “Thank you for cumming in my naughty mouth.”

“Man, Mark, you’ve got it good,” grinned Quatch.

“I do,” I smiled. I grabbed Violet, pushing her down to her knees. “This is the life.”

“Uh-huh, Master,” Violet moaned as she unzipped me and pulled out my cock. She sucked it into her hungry lips. I grabbed her pigtails and thrust my cock into her hot, wet mouth.

“Sluts, the rest of you can retire,” I groaned, my cock throbbing in Violet’s delicious mouth.

“Yes, Master,” they pouted. I know they all wanted to be chosen, but my friends had made their picks.

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Mary Sullivan

I smiled as I looked into the mirror.

I was dressed in a sleek, black dress that clung to my curves. It was low cut, and a push-up bra made my small, perky breasts look larger. The skirt was short, and the tops of my black fishnets would peak out as I walked along with the clasps of my black garter belt holding the stockings up. I wore gray eyeshadow, a pink blush, and bright, red lipsticks that made my green eyes pop. I was a man’s wet dream.

Or a lesbians, I thought with a smile.

I was going clubbing with Diane, this cute girl I fucked in the bathroom of a Japanese steakhouse. Her date had been a complete bore, and Diane had more fun flirting with me then watching her date talk on his cell phone. Mark was such a great guy he didn’t complain when I disappeared into the bathroom with Diane for a little girlie fun.

After we had fucked, Diane had invited me to go out to this great, lesbian club in Tacoma called the Clam Diver. Since Mark wanted to play D&D with his buddies, it seemed like tonight was the best time to take Diane up on her offer and have some fun. I had never been to a club before, especially not a lesbian club, and I brimmed with excitement.

The old, boring me that had kept dating my boorish high school sweetheart would never have gone clubbing, but Mark had awakened me to new experiences.

I gave myself one last look in the mirror, turning to see how the skirt nicely clung to my shapely ass. I was going to break some lesbian hearts tonight. I grabbed a little black purse, pulled out the wad of hundreds, and slipped them down into my bra, the paper rough against my breast. I was twenty, so I would need to bribe the bouncer to get in. A thousand bucks should be more than enough.

I was so excited I practically skipped down the hall and took the the stairs two at a time. The living room was noisy. Mark’s buddies had arrived. They were in there talking and joking and probably getting blown by a slut or two.

I entered the living room and I smiled at the sight. Sluts were draped across guys laps, kissing them on the lips, sucking on their dicks, or getting fucked from behind. It was an orgy in the living room, and I almost wanted to stay. Mark’s friends weren’t as disgusting as I thought they would be. One even looked to be pretty buff. Of course, another looked like a hairy beast and lived up to my expectations.

“Have fun,” I told Mark as Violet sucked his cock. He was standing in the middle of the living room watching our sluts services his friends as he fucked the petite whore’s mouth.

“You too, Mare,” he grinned.

“Umm, my horny stallion.” I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.

Mark smacked my ass and I grinned. I hooked my arm around Chasity as she walked out of the room with a few of the other sluts. I pulled her close. “You’re my designated driver tonight, slut.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” she beamed.

The blonde slut would get to sit out in her squad car while I had fun in the club. I was planning to get nice and drunk. And nice and fucked. Chasity was a Puyallup Cop, so I’m sure she was used to such boring duty. And if she wasn’t, oh, well, she was my slave and I could make her do whatever I wanted.

Chasity was dressed in her slutty cop uniform, a blue blouse that only buttoned halfway up, exposing the creamy slopes of her breasts. Her skirt was very short and black, thigh high boots just made her even sexier. About her belt was her utility belt upon which hung her service pistol, handcuffs, nightstick, mace, and whatever other gear cops carried.

“Let’s go, whore,” I ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Chasity smiled.

We walked out of the house. I smiled as I looked around. We owned everything on the street. We had bought all the houses this afternoon. One day, this would all be the grounds for our mansion. I imagined the manicured grounds adorned with half-naked women who served us.

I was so wet.

Chasity drove us all the way out to Tacoma in her cop car. Mark would probably make her have her sirens on the whole way, but Mark could talk himself out of any problems that would create. I didn’t have that option. When I made my Pact, I didn’t have the courage to ask for Mark’s mind control power. It sometimes scared me what he could do. But it also turned me on. I would guide Mark, and we would remake the world into something better.

And until then, we would have our fun.

Despite not using her sirens, Chasity got us there quick enough. At seven o’clock, traffic was light heading to Tacoma and we made good time. The club was on Sixth Aveune in a busy the shopping district surrounded by plenty of bars, clubs and restaurants. Chasity paralleled a block from the bar.

“Have fun, Mistress.”

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “I will.”

I climbed out of the cop car and headed for the club. I didn’t see Diane around. I looked at the line queuing up and music bled in. All the women in line noticed me. That was one of the things I had wished for—every woman found me attractive and would do anything sexual I suggested. It wasn’t mind control, I just made them so horny they couldn’t think straight.

Not seeing Diane, I pulled out my phone from my purse and gave her a call. “Hey, I’m at the club.”

“Just trying to find a parking spot,” Diane answered. “Oh, I see you.”

A car honked. I looked up to see Diane waving from a silver Lexus. I waved back. She drove up the block, found an empty spot, and parallel parked. She looked hot as she climbed out of her car. She was a black-haired beauty in a cream, wrap-around dress that was gathered at her right shoulder and held in place by an intricate knot, leaving her left shoulder and a good bit of cleavage bare. The skirt of the dress tightly clung to her round hips. Her face was beautiful, framed by her hair curled in black ringlets.

Diane smiled at me before she darted across the road, somehow running in her heels. I never was any good at that. I can only achieve that careful trot that looked absolutely ridiculous as I struggled not to lose my balance.

Diane threw her arms around me and firmly kissed me on the lips. “Wow, you look stunning,” Diane breathed, seeing me for the first time since I had made my Pact. “I could just fall to my knees and lick your pussy to death right here.”

“Save it for the club, slut,” I laughed and kissed her back. She hooked her arm with mine, and we walked up to the club.

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Sister Theodore – Miami, FL

The club music thudded through the Split Coconut, a thumping club along the beach of South Miami. Antsy and I giggled as we sipped our cocktails at the bar, gazing out at the dance floor. There were some hot Cubans tearing up the dance floor, their shirts open, flashing their strong chests and the gold necklaces they wore.

“Umm, he looks cute!” Antsy grinned, pointing at one guy in a dark-gray shirt as he danced. “Damn, he is fine.”

“Let’s go dance with him,” I laughed, my pussy itching. He was fine. Strong and strapping. The type of guy that could sweet talk the panties off a nun. And since I was a nun, he was perfect. If I could get him and Antsy back to our motel room, I knew I would have my chance to cast the Avvah spell on Antsy.

I fought down my guilt. It was wrong to turn her into a weapon, but her brother, Mark, needed to be stopped. According to Ramiel, this was the best way to do it. I trusted the angels. So I led Antsy out onto the dance floor.

“Hi,” I grinned as we approached the hot guy. His dark eyes grinned when he saw us.

“Well, well, a pair of blossoming flowers,” he purred. Damn, even his voice was sexy. “I’m Julio.” His hand grabbed my ass, pulling me against him.

I shuddered. He was bold. That was hot. The music beat through the room. He ground against me as we danced. Antsy was behind him, grinding on his ass. I put my arms around Julio’s neck as we bumped and ground together.

The music was intoxicating. The dark club flashed with lights. The alcohol burned through me. I savored it, my blonde hair tossing about as we danced. His hands were all over my body. I looked eighteen, young and tight. It was one of the Gifts of the Spirit. I often needed to attract a Warlock’s lust to exorcise him, so I would always appear so young and nubile.

Julio’s cock was hard, swelling in his tight pants. I rubbed my pussy against his cock, my clit tingling in delight. I had never danced like this. It was so exciting. The songs changed, but their intense beat never diminished. I kept moving to it.

“You are such a gorgeous flower,” Julio groaned. His hands squeezed my ass. My skirt had ridden up, his fingers touching my flesh at the bottom of my thighs.

He spun me about, pressing his cock into my ass. I savored his girth. I could sin all I wanted on a mission. In between, I lived the closeted, uptight life of a nun. But right now I could be free to have my fun.

His hands roamed my body. One slid up, cupping my round breasts through the thin, flashing dress I wore. The other slid down to caress my hot thigh. I groaned as his fingers dipped between my thighs, stroking up to my itching pussy.

“Oh, you are a bold one!” I groaned.

“That’s what you want,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re on vacation. You want that hot fling that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. You want to live before you go back to your boring boyfriend at college.”

My eyes shuddered. I tried not to think of the love of my life. I had lost my ex-husband years ago.

“Umm, I could use an experience,” I gasped. I tried not to think of Sean or my daughters. There was only pain in my past.

“That’s what I thought,” Julio growled.

Suddenly, he pulled away from me, his hand on my wrist. I gasped as he jerked me away. My head swung around. Where had Antsy gotten off to? I needed to have a threesome with her. This wasn’t what I was supposed to do.

I spotted her dancing with another hot Cuban. I glanced at Julio, wanting to pull away. But those eyes. They burned with such lusts for me. I could have some fun. There was all night to hook up with Antsy and another guy.

I could have my fun.

The music softened as he pulled me into a hallway. A line queued before the women’s restroom. I let Julio pull me past while the waiting, scantily-clad women smiling at me. They knew what was about to happen. They were party girls.

Julio boldly led me into the men’s room. Other guys saw us, smiling and laughing, congratulating Julio on, “Scoring a hot slut.” My cheeks burned, but that didn’t stop my lusts. It only made me wetter. I knew I would remember this for the rest of my life. I would think about it when I returned to my staid, boring life as a nun.

I gasped as Julio threw open the stall door and shoved me inside. “You’re so rough,” I moaned.

“Just the way you want it, Florecita,” he grinned.

We kissed. His lips were so strong. His cologne, a spicy musk, tickled my nose as I melted against him. My pussy clenched and relaxed. I shifted my hips, undulating against him. I clung to him as his hands roamed my body. He hiked up my skirt and pushed my panties down.

I shuddered as his hand pressed between my thighs, his thick fingers running between the swollen lips of my pussy. I gasped and shuddered. His touch stirred such passion through me. I moaned into his kiss, holding him tight as he fingered me.

My breath quickened. My breasts heaved in my tight dress. I humped my hips and gasped when his finger nudged my clit. He found my hard nub. He growled into our kiss as he rubbed my sensitive bud. I shuddered against the stall as the pleasure flooded me.

“That’s it. Blossom, Florecita,” Julio smiled, his eyes smoldering. “Blossom. Give into the passion and let it carry you away.”

“Oh, shoot!” I groaned. “Oh, yes! Umm, keep doing that. Oh, geez, that’s good!”

An amused smile crossed his lips. I never swore anymore. I had spent too much time as a nun having to control my language. “You’re close. Your blue eyes shimmer with the promise. Let yourself go.”

“Yes!” I shouted as my hips shook. My orgasm rippled through me. “Oh, yes! Oh, wow! Julio!”

“You are so beautiful when you blossom.”

My pleasure was a hot rush through my body. I moaned, my head banging back against the metal stall walls. Men clapped and cheered when they heard my passion. My pussy clenched and another wave of bliss shot through me. All these men knew I was in here cumming.

It was so depraved.

“That’s it,” Julio smiled, pulling his finger away. He popped it into his mouth, sucking my juices clean. “Umm, yes. That’s what you needed.”

His hands reached down. He unbelted and unzipped his jeans. I reached down and grasped his cock. He was hot and throbbing, full of passion for me. I spread my legs wider, guiding him into my flower.

“Take me!” I cried out, letting all the men hear my wanton desire. “I need it!”

“Florecita!” growled Julio as he buried his shaft into my warm, wet pussy.

“Oh, geez, you’re thick!”

The stall groaned as he pounded me. His balls smacked into my flesh. I gasped and groaned, letting all the men know just how hard I was being fucked. I shuddered, my arms holding him as he thrust over and over into my sopping-wet depths.

“Oh, damn, your flower is hot! You are fucking wild! Yes!”

“I am!” I moaned. “Oh, yes!” My fingernails dug into his silk shirt as a wave of bliss washed through me. “Yes!”

“Cum on my cock! You love it! You’re just so horny for my big dick, Florecita!”

“I am!” I moaned. “Oh, shoot! Oh, yes! I’m so hot! Keep fucking me! Keep pounding me!”

Julio’s strokes grew faster. He held me tight. My pussy clenched on his cock as the pleasure boiled through me. He grunted and growled as he pounded me. His cock hammered into the depths of my pussy.

And then he erupted.

“Florecita!”

I shuddered as his hot cum filled me. I held him tight, nuzzling against him as I let myself get swept away in the moment.

And then the pleasure began to recede.

“Let’s get out of here,” Julio grinned.

“Yeah, I need to find my friend,” I groaned, pushing him back. I had a mission. I needed to remember that. I stepped out of the stall, smoothing my skirt. Guys whooped and hollered at me. I ignored them as I strode out to find Antsy.

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