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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 lieutenants of the Tyrants could be just as depraved as them. Diane Harmon, rumored to be a friend of Mary, administered their false Church in Southeast Asia. She kept entire stables of slaves, all women forced to act like ponies, dogs, or cats all oversaw by her Kennel Mistress, Sarai Saqqaf

—excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

I watched Mary’s ass sway as she walked out of the living room, her arm hooked with Chasity.

“Christ, was that your fiancee?” Quatch asked, his eyes also glued to Mary’s ass.

“Yeah, she’s the best,” I answered.

“And she doesn’t care that you’re fucking all these women?”

“She fucks them, too,” I grinned. “She’s a wild woman.”

“Oh, Mistress loves it when we lick her cunt,” Willow cooed in Quatch’s ear. “This morning, I ate Master’s cum out of her pussy while I gave her a gynecological exam.”

“Christ, you’re getting me hard again,” Quatch moaned.

Willow grinned and loudly whispered in his ear, “Why don’t you stick that hard cock up my tight snatch and get some relief. You wouldn’t want to develop a nasty cast of blue balls, right? It’s not good for you. I’m a doctor, so I would know.”

“No I wouldn’t,” Quatch moaned.

Willow hopped up and bent her over the chair. Her cinnamon-colored ass wiggled at him. Quatch groaned, stroking his cock before he buried into her tight pussy. Willow shuddered in delight as the chair rocked from the strength of Quatch’s thrusts. “Oh, fuck, your cock feels good up my snatch. Almost as good as Master’s! Ohh, harder! Fuck me harder, stud!”

“Oh, Master!” Alison gasped as Karl slammed into her pussy, “He’s filling my slutty cunt with his cum! Oh, thank you, thank you, Master! My pussy should always be full of cum!”

“You’re welcome, slut!” I grinned, fucking Violet’s mouth harder. My balls tingled. Violet sucked harder, her tongue swirling about my shaft as she moaned in delight.

“Fuck,” Karl panted as he pulled out of Alison’s cunt.

The pink-haired slut quickly turned around and sucked his softening cock into her mouth. Alison was a diligent slut, and knew her job was to clean all of his cum and her cunt juices off his shaft.

“Holy shit, I need to get me one of these!” groaned Karl.

“Pick a woman and I can take care of it for you,” I said. “None of my sluts, obviously. Or my Mary. But if you pick any other woman, I’ll make them hot and bothered for your cock 24/7. She’ll beg you to do act out whatever filthy fantasy you have. She’ll be your slave.”

“I want to make my bitch of a boss grovel before me,” Karl panted as Alison’s mouth worked her magic.

“Not a problem. Is she working tomorrow?”

“Yeah, just call down at the restaurant and ask for Julie. She’ll be in by seven to oversee morning prep.”

I nodded my head. “Done.”

Chris looked at me as Desiree rode his cock. “You really can do that? ‘Cause there’s this barista I have a thing for. She works the morning shift at the Hot Chick A Latte on Meridian.” Hot Chick A Latte was one of the many bikini baristas that dotted Western Washington. “Her name’s Velvet, and she has the hugest tits in the world. I’m mean these things are like J cups. She could just smother my face with them any day of the week.”

“Desiree, why don’t you let Chris feel your tits on his face,” I ordered.

“Yes, mi Rey,” Desiree groaned.

Desiree and Xiu were tied for having the biggest tits among the sluts. The Latina stood up, Chris’s cock popping out of her wet snatch. She reached behind her and unzipped her slutty maid’s outfit. The lacy cloth flipped down her fine body, exposing her beautiful, nut-brown breasts and dark, pink nipples.

Chris groaned in lust. “Those are fucking beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like them,” purred Desiree as she straddled him.

Desiree grabbed his cock, guided it to her hungry pussy, and slowly lowered herself on his shaft. Desiree arched her back, thrusting her tits towards Chris’s face. She wantonly moaned in delight as Chris filled her up. Chris buried his face in Desiree’s large tits and motorboated between them while Desiree slowly slid up and down on his cock.

“Oh yes, suck my tits,” Desiree cooed. “Umm, your cock feels so impressive in my cunt.”

“Oh, fuck,” Chris moaned as he switched nipples, sucking Desiree’s dark pink nub into his mouth.

“Shit, gonna cum!” moaned Tom in alarm. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Don’t worry,” purred Jessica. “I’m on the pill. So just fill my slutty cunt with your cum.”

“Really?”

“I’m a slut! I need cum in me!” Jessica purred. “So flood me.”

“Whore!” Tom groaned, his face twisting.

“Umm, yes, it’s so warm inside me,” Jessica shuddered, her own orgasm shuddering through her body. “Fill me up! Oh, yes, you’re making me cum, stud! Oh, fuck, I love hot cum shooting in my snatch!”

Jessica convulsed on Tom and he captured her sensuous lips in a kiss. Her miniskirt had ridden up, exposing her caramel ass. Jessica was biracial, a mix of Asian, Black, and White that gave her skin a beautiful, exotic hue.

“Wow,” Tom panted when his passion past. “Been awhile.”

“Shit, it was my first time,” Karl panted and I blinked. I thought I had been old when I lost my virginity last week; Karl was five years older than me. Karl shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut as Alison rapidly bobbed her head on his cock. “Damn, her tongue piercing is so fucking hot!”

“So, sex slaves?” panted Tom. “Can I keep Jessica?”

“Oh, no,” Jessica protested. “I belong to Master, right?” There was a plaintive catch in her voice and her eyes found mine

“Yeah, slut,” I said. “You’ll be mine forever.”

Jessica sighed in relief.

“Tom, any girl that I haven’t claimed is yours.”

“How about a tight, young college coed,” Tom declared. “Like the whore sucking your cock.”

“Sure, I was planning to go to a community college tomorrow anyways,” I said. “I’ll find you one. What’s your pleasure?”

“Petite, Asian, with a hairy cunt,” Tom grunted.

“I’ll find her, man.”

I closed my eyes, trying to enjoy Violet’s blowjob. It had been getting hard to concentrate while having to answer all my friends questions. But Violet had grown quite skilled, her head rapidly bobbing, her cheeks sucking in and out as she pleasured me. I shuddered as her tongue slid about my cock like an agile little snake, increasing my pleasure with every second.

“Here it comes, slut!” I moaned.

Violet sucked harder at my cock, eager to taste her master’s cum. My balls tightened. I groaned as the pleasure pulsed through me as I shot three, quick blasts into her mouth. Violet swallowed, moaning in delight as she savored every drop of my load. She sucked harder to coax out the last morsel of cum.

“Thank you, Master,” she breathed when my cock slid out of her mouth.

“I want to cum on your big titties,” Chris panted.

Desiree smiled. “Absolutely, stud.”

The Latina slut slid off his cock and knelt before Chris on the floor. She took her big breasts and wrapped them around his cock. Chris groaned as she slid his shaft between her pillowy breasts, lubed by her pussy juices.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” Chris moaned. “I’m going to make Velvet do that every day!”

Desiree moved her tits up and down as fast as possible. A hungry smile crossed Chris’s mouth as he watched Desiree. Then he grunted and his white seed spilled across Desiree’s breasts. Desiree took a finger, swiped up a gob of jizz onto her digit, and sucked into her mouth as Chris watched

“Fuck, you’re one nasty bitch,” Chris whispered.

“I’m mi Rey’s slut,” Desiree beamed and scooped up another line of cum.

Quatch was fucking Willow hard over couch arm. Her cinnamon ass jiggled as he fucked her. Quatch grunted with every stroke, sweat running down his forehead and his face turning beat red. Quatch let out a sound that was like a growl and a shout and buried himself into Willow’s cunt and went rigid. He pulled out, his fat cock and white cum trickled out of her cunt.

“Wow, eh, wow,” Quatch panted. “Shit!” He quickly put his cock away, clearly not used to being part of an orgy.

I loved being naked. It was so freeing.

Quatch cleared his throat, and asked, “So, eh, where are we playing? I’ll get set up.” Quatch was our DM, the guy who ran the game, judged the rules, and controlled the enemies and NPC’s.

Willow grabbed his hand. “Follow me, Quatch,” she purred and led him to the dining room.

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Mary Sullivan – Tacoma, WA

Diane and I strode up to the door of the Clam Diver. There was a bouncer at the door, a big, Black guy who looked like he was an NFL lineman. Diane pulled out her ID and the bouncer just glanced at it. I pulled out the thousand dollars from inside my blouse. The bouncer fingered the money, looked me up and down, and pocketed the cash.

“Holy shit, how much did you give him?” Diane asked.

“A grand,” I shrugged. “Mark has way too much money from his poker winnings.” I had already explained to Diane that Mark wasn’t a terrorist. I think Jessica’s report this morning really helped to convince my friend.

“And what does Mark think you’re doing tonight?” Diane asked with a wicked smile.

“Oh, Mark knows I’m here to fuck as many hot lesbians as I can,” I purred as we walked into the club.

Diane laughed. “Umm, I hope Sarai is here. You’ll love her. Arab and sexy. She’s a flight attendant. She loves to slip off into the lavatory and lick pussies.”

Mary laughed. “I’m liking her already.”

Pounding dubstep boomed through the club, washing over us as we passed through the doors. It was dark inside, and various colored spotlights flashed about the club. There was a bar and circular tables on one side, and a large dance floor on the other. The club was filled with women: big, butch women with short hair cuts; lipstick lesbians, like myself, all dressed up and sexy; punk girls with spiked hair; goth girls in black clothes; women of all colors: Black, White, Asian, Hispanics, and more.

But there was no Sarai. I sighed. Well, if I wanted to fuck an Arab woman, I had Thamina.

Every woman that saw me smiled as Diane led me to the bar. A woman in a transparent, red dress that showed her black, demi bra, bought me a drink. She had brilliant, blue eyes and her hair had been dyed bright orange. A gold ring pierced her nose and her slim legs were clad in red stockings held up by a garter belt that peaked out beneath her skirt.

She made my pussy wet.

“Thanks,” I smiled at her, sipping at my appletini before Diane dragged me off to the dance floor.

Diane wrapped her arms tightly about me while our thighs intertwined. Her wiry pubic hair and wet pussy ground on my thigh. I shuddered as I humped my hips, rubbing my dripping, waxed snatch on her sleek thigh.

“This is fucking hot!” I groaned.

We ground our cunts on each other as we danced to the music, a pleasant warmth slowly building in the depths of my pussy. Women watched us as we practically fucked each other on the dance floor. Envy burned in their eyes. They all wanted to be Diane and dance with me. I smiled at them as my pleasure increased, building in my core.

The music pounded through my body and my heart seemed to beat in rhythm with it. Diane’s hands gripped my ass, pulling my cunt tighter against her thigh. I humped harder. My desires were swelling inside me. I was so free, drinking in all the eyes watching us. Every woman here would worship me.

Diane’s soft lips brushed my neck. The scent of her perfume, her soap, and her shampoo filled my nose, an intoxicating bouquet that inflamed my senses. I was drunk on Diane. Her lips were sucking harder on my neck.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“You’re so sexy!”

I slipped a hand up her side and groped her breast through her silk bodice. Her nipple was hard as a rock. I rubbed it in slow circles. She shuddered against me, grinding her hot pussy. My clit throbbed as we writhed.

“You sexy woman!” I moaned as I pinched her nipple.

Diane rubbed her sticky cunt harder and harder on my thigh. Her pussy seemed to grow hotter. Her hips humped harder and then she bit my neck as her body shuddered with her orgasm. Juices flooded my thigh, trickling down my leg as her wonderful musk filled my ear.

“Oh, god, that’s amazing,” she breathed in my ear, barely audible over the music.

I cupped her face and then kissed her beautiful lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I slid a hand down, squeezed her ass, and pulled her tighter against me. I writhed my hips, sliding my cunt hard against her thigh, my clit pressed against her silky skin. Every rub built that fire burning in my womb. I wrestled with her agile tongue as it explored my mouth. I was getting so close to my orgasm. I thrust my hip hard once, twice, and then that shuddering explosion as my orgasm burst through my body.

I shuddered and moaned into her lips. The lights flashing around the club seemed to pulse in rhythm to the pleasure shuddering through me. I clung to Diane as the bliss assaulted my body. I gasped and moaned in delight.

“Damn!” I gasped as I broke the kiss. I breathed hard. “Damn, you are so sexy.” I should have invited my lover Alice to come, but she had been such a bitch this afternoon. But it would be sexy to share this with her and Mark.

I naughty thrill shot through me as I pictured Mark in a club of lesbians. He would have so much fun. A shame he wanted to play with those friends of his back at the house.

Another song pounded through the club, pulsing with passion. My hips began shaking to the music. I turned around, rubbing my ass against Diane. Her round breasts pressed against my back as I ground back into her. Her arms wrapped around my waist, stroking my stomach, sliding down to caress my thighs and sending teasing ripples of bliss through me.

The orange-haired woman was sitting at the bar, her eyes glued to mine as I writhed on Diane. I smiled at her and licked my lips. I grabbed Diane’s hand and moved it up to my breast. Diane’s hand groped my perky tit. Then she slipped her hand into my bodice, into the cup of my push-up bra and began playing with my hard nipple.

“Oh, yes,” I purred to the orange-haired woman.

My voyeuristic admire smiled as she sipped her drink, rubbing her thighs together in arousal. Diane’s other hand rubbing at my thigh began to slid higher and higher, following the strap of my garter belt. She followed it up beneath my skirt towards my wet pussy.

“I’m so wet!” I gasped

I trembled in pleasure as Diane’s finger touched my clit. Orange was watching with a sultry smile as Diane began to finger me on the dance floor. She took another sip of her drink as she watched me.

“Yes!” The excitement of being watched, the music was pounding through my body, and Diane’s fingers sensuously rubbing at my vulva and clitoris were creating a roaring fire of passion in my core. It wouldn’t be long at all before another orgasm crashed through my body. Diane fingers dipped into my wet hole, sending even more delicious tingles throughout my body, fanning the excitement.

I squirmed more. Biting my lip, my eyes locked on Orange. She was so beautiful. I beckoned her as Diane reamed my pussy. My pleasure swelled, my pussy clenching down on Diane’s digits. I couldn’t take much more of this.

“You’re so hot,” Diane hissed in my ear. “Your pussy is burning me up.”

Orange finished her drink and stood up. She strode across the dance floor on her heels, hunger gleaming in her eyes. I smiled as she approached, and I held out my hand. Her warm fingers grasped mine, and I pulled her close. She swayed before me as I writhed in Diane’s arms.

Orange’s breasts swung in her bra beneath her transparent blouse. Her sleek thighs gleamed with sweat in the pulsing lights of the club, and her orange hair waved as her head rolled side to side. Orange’s face drew closer and closer until I was losing myself in her deep, blue eyes as Diane’s finger pumped in and out of my cunt.

Orange licked a finger and slid it down her body, circling her breast. Her other hand raised her skirt exposing the bare lips of her cunt surrounded by the straps of her garter belt. She slid her wet fingers down to stroke her clit. My eyes were glued to her hard nub and the digit that slowly rubbed at it.

“You nasty slut,” I moaned.

Orange shuddered before her fingers dipped into her cunt and came out glistening with juices. She held her digits to my lips. The tangy aroma of her juices tickled my nose. I had to taste her. I opened wide, and she pushed her sticky fingers into my mouth. My tongue swirled about her fingers, savoring her tangy flavor.

Fireworks exploded in my cunt as I sucked the stranger’s fingers clean of her pussy juices. Delight sparkled in Orange’s eyes as she watched me shake in Diane’s arms. The pleasure pulsed through my body as I came to the beating music.

Diane pulled her fingers away from my cunt, sticky with my honey, and Orange sucked them into her greedy mouth. Her eyes widened in delight as she savored my juices. When Diane pulled her fingers out, Orange planted a hard kiss on my mouth. Orange’s lips were stained with my sweet-spicy flavor. I devoured her mouth, moaning as my pleasure crashed through me.

Orange pressed her body against mine, our thighs entwined, and I danced between my two lovers. I wrapped my arms around Orange’s neck and ground my pussy on her leg as she humped her cunt on mine. Diane pulled my skirt up and her wiry pubic hair tickled my ass as her hard clit rubbed about my plump asscheeks. Diane’s lips sucked at my shoulder, at my neck. We danced and danced and I was lost to the music, to the orgasms.

* * *

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

“Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum!” gasped Karl as he fucked Alison’s face like man possessed. My friend held her face between his hands as he reamed her sucking mouth, his balls slapping into her chin. “Oh, fuck!”

Karl shoved his cock deep into her mouth. Alison moaned in delight, her throat working as she swallowed his spunk. I knew Alison, the pink haired slut wouldn’t be phased by such a rough mouth fucking. I was sure she loved it.

“Oh, your cum is so tasty,” cooed Alison when Karl’s cock popped out of her lips. “Thank you for cumming in my mouth, sir.”

“Damn, I could grow used to this,” Karl muttered.

Alison giggled and licked her lips. “I’m sure Master will convince your boss Julie to be just as slutty.”

“Fuck,” Karl groaned.

“Come on. We’re playing in the dining room,” I said as I pulled Violet to her feet.

I led Karl, Tom, and Chris, along with their chosen sex slaves, to the dining room. Quatch was setting up on the large table. Willow stood behind him, cum running down her thighs, a wicked smile on her lips. The new slut was fitting right in.

Lillian walked in from the kitchen dressed in a short, pleated, black skirt and a black half-shirt that left her flat belly bared. Her nipples poked hard at her shirt. Clutched in her hand was a bag of dice, a players handbook, and her character sheet. Lillian was a goth girl who, I was surprised to learn, loved to play D&D.

“This is Lillian,” I introduced, “the new player I was talking about.”

“Hi boys,” Lillian grinned. “I made an Elven bard. She’s almost as slutty as I am.”

Quatch grinned. “Yeah, okay, that’ll work.” He eyed her up.

“Before we start, Quatch, Tom, Chris, and Karl, you guys don’t have to do what I tell you,” I said. These guys were my friends, I didn’t want to control them. I guess that’s why Mary didn’t want me controlling Alice.

“Yeah, no shit,” Chris said, giving me a weird look.

Tom just shook his head at me.

“You all right, man?” Quatch asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Just had to be said.”

“Whatever, let’s play,” Karl shrugged.

The rest of us got out our characters. I was playing a Gnome illusionist, Chris had an Orc barbarian, Tom was playing an Thri-keen monk, and Karl played an Elven cleric. Quatch did a quick recap to remind us where we were in the game. Right now, we were in the middle of a quest to recover an artifact stolen from Karl’s church. Quatch introduced Lillian’s character as Karl’s sister, here to help him out.

Right after we got through the first combat encounter, the doorbell rang. The pizzas had arrived. Our slaves scurried out to pay for the food. They returned with the pizza boxes and big grins on their faces. “You should have seen the pizza boy’s face when he saw Desiree’s tits hanging out,” laughed Alison. “Not that I blame him for gaping, she has a delicious pair of tits.”

“Thanks, mi Sirenita,” Desiree purred and gave Alison a quick kiss.

The boxes were open and pizza was dished out on plates. Chris pulled Desiree onto his lap and had her feed him pizza. Her large breasts, still covered in dried cum, jiggled as she laughed and licked pizza sauce off his lips. Karl copied Chris, and Alison was having a lot of fun feeding him pizza.

I had Violet suck my cock while I ate. It was such a delicious sensation. Her eyes shined up with me as she nursed on my cock.

Tom wasn’t that hungry. At least not for pizza. He bent Jessica over the corner of the table and shot me a questioning look. “Anal, cool?”

I nodded my head even as Jessica giggled, “Umm, I love a cock up my ass. Go to town, stud!”

“Damn!” Tom muttered before he buried his cock into her tight ass.

Jessica moaned, her face shuddering as he slowly slid inside her. “You have a great cock. Ream my ass, stud! I’m your slut tonight. Use me however you want.”

“That’s my slut,” I grinned at her. Jessica flashed me a dazzling, pleased smile.

“Tight!” Tom grunted as his hips drew back and he slammed in again.

“I need a taste of her,” Quatch muttered. “I’ve watched her on the news and spanked it to her a few times.”

“Umm, my mouth’s free,” Jessica smiled.

The big guy stood up, walked over, and pulled out his cock. Without a word, he shoved it into Jessica’s face. Jessica eagerly sucked his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head as she moaned in delight.

“Oh, he was my player for the evening,” pouted Willow.

“Since you’re free,” Lillian grinned, arching her eyebrows.

Willow smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

Lillian grabbed Willow’s shoulders and pushed her back until she perched on the table’s edge. Lillian spread Willow’s thighs, and the doctor slut’s cunt dripped with Quatch’s cum. Lillian grabbed a slice of pizza and ran it through Willow’s cunt and ate the cum covered slice. My cock throbbed in Violet’s mouth.

“Wow, that’s nasty,” Chris moaned. “Oh, shit, now she’s eating her pussy.”

Finished with the slice, Lillian licked up the cum and pizza sauce staining Willow’s pussy. Chris whispered in Desiree’s ears, and the busty woman stood up and walked over to the two girls. Desiree offered her cum-stained breasts to Willow’s eager lips.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Chris groaned. He stood up to watch the three girls, furiously jerking his cock off. “Lick my cum off her tits!”

Willow’s cinnamon face rubbed on Desiree’s nut brown tits as her tongue slid around, licking up the drying cum from Desiree’s tits. Desiree moaned, holding her tits and rubbing them about Willow’s face. Willow shuddered in delight, humping her hips against Lillian’s hungry mouth as the goth slut tongued her pussy.

“Oh, my god, that’s so hot!” Chris moaned as he beat his meat.

“Let me do that,” Desiree purred and grasped Chris’s cock, jerking him with her slim fingers. “Doesn’t that feel better than doing it yourself?”

“Fuck yeah!”

Karl grabbed Alison’s pink hair and kissed her hard. His hands freed Alison’s petite breasts from her blouse, his fingers exploring her flesh. He froze when he found her surprise. “Oh, my god, her nipples are pierced.”

“I’m a true slut,” Alison winked.

“Damn!” Karl pulled on Alison’s pierced nipples. He bent his head and sucked one of the nipples into his mouth, playing with the nipple and piercing with his tongue. Alison moved and straddled Karl. Her hands deftly fished his cock out of his pants. Karl moaned about her nipple as Alison sank her sloppy cunt onto his cock.

“Oh, yes! I’m cumming!” gasped Willow, her voice muffled by Desiree’s tits. The doctor slut spasmed, humping her pussy against Lillian’s face.

Desiree’s hands furiously pumped at Chris’s cock. “Your hand is amazing,” Chris groaned. “I’m going to spurt!”

“Umm, right on my tits!” gasped Desiree.

“Yes!” Chris’s cum shot out, splashing Desiree’s tit and Willow’s black hair. Another spurt streaked across Willow’s cheek and neck before continuing across Desiree’s tits. The third shot landed on Lillian’s raven-black hair.

“Umm, more treats,” Lillian purred as she rose and licked the cum off Desiree’s tit and then Willow’s neck. The slut devoured the cum while Chris watched on stunned. My sluts were such depraved creatures. Just the way I loved them. My own private porno was playing out while Violet sucked my cock.

Lillian finished licking up the cum and turned, throwing her arms around Chris’s neck as she rubbed up against him. “So, you’re playing my brother?” Lillian asked.

“Yeah,” Chris panted.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck my brother!”

“I’m drained, babe,” Chris said in disappointment.

“Why don’t you eat my cunt and maybe you’ll get a second wind.” Lillian had a smile on her black lips. “I bet you know how to make a woman scream.”

“Shit, you are nasty!”

Chris pushed Lillian up against the wall, knelt down, and ate her cunt. Lillian shoved up her shirt, exposing her breasts and played with her nipples as she gasped and moaned in delight. “Eat my pussy, big brother! Eat your little sister’s tight, Elvish pussy!”

My cock throbbed. I needed more than Violet’s mouth. I grabbed her pigtails and hauled her up. She winced, but that only made my cock harder. I bent her over the table, her cute ass wiggling at me. She wanted me to fuck her.

I had two holes to pick from. I went with her ass.

“Master!” she gasped as I slammed into her bowels. She was tight and hot, bucking back into my thrusts as she moaned in delight.

“I’m so hot! Eat my pussy!” Desiree moaned as she pushed Willow to the floor. The Latina slut cooed as Willow buried her face into her snatch.

“Tom, I want to fuck her cunt while you fuck her ass,” Quatch groaned, Jessica’s sucking mouth around his cock.

“Sure,” Tom grunted, and pulled out of Jessica’s ass.

Quatch sat on the table and Jessica straddled his waist. “Jesus, her cunt’s wet.”

“Sloppy seconds,” Tom smirked and shoved his cock back up her tight sphincter.

Both guys grunted as Jessica writhed between them. She was loving it, taking a cock up both her holes and panting like a bitch in heat. “Fuck my ass, oh, yes! Fuck, that’s a nice cock in my dirty snatch! Yes, boys, fuck me! Fuck me!” Jessica writhed between them as an orgasm rolled through her body. The two guys just kept right on fucking her.

Quatch started squeezing her breasts hard, pinching her nipples. “Fucking whore!” he groaned, eyes closed. “Fucking, cockteasing whore!”

My balls tighten as I fucked Violet’s tight ass. Violet gasped in pleasure, and her bowels convulsed about my cock as the little slut came. “Master!” she screamed. “Oh, yes! This is so hot! Everyone’s fucking and cumming!”

“Little slut!” I groaned as her ass milked my dick. I fucked her harder. My balls ached. That sweet moment of releases surged through my body. I buried into her tight bowels and groaned as my cum exploded out of me. Pleasure surged through my body as I filled her tight ass up with my jizz.

Chris got his second wind and rose, face sticky with Lillian’s cunt juices. “Ohh, that’s a nice cock!” Lillian gasped as he slipped his dick into her wet cunt and fucked her against the wall.

“Shit!” Tom moaned and buried his cock up Jessica’s ass. His face contorted as he shot his load up her ass. He pulled out and stumbled back, panting hard.

Jessica continued riding Quatch, “Cum in my pussy, stud,” she moaned as cum leaked out of her well-fucked ass. “Your friend creamed my ass, so you need to cream my pussy!”

“Here it comes, you nasty bitch!” Quatch moaned, grabbed her hips, and pulled her down on his cock. She bottomed out on his shaft. He grunted, and Jessica writhed atop him as her second orgasm was triggered by Quatch’s cum filling her cunt.

Alison frantically rode Karl. My friend’s face contorted over Alison’s shoulder. “Cumming, cumming!” he groaned.

“I love it when guys cum in my cunt!” Alison screamed as she slammed down on him. “Yes, yes! So hot! Thank you, sir! Thank you for using my slutty cunt! Oh, yes! I’m cumming, too!”

“Fuck,” Karl moaned, leaning back in the chair as Alison cuddled up against him, a big smile on her lips.

The guys were getting warn out, they didn’t have my devil enhanced sexual stamina. Drinks were downed, more pizza was devoured, and then we got back to gaming.

* * *

Doug Allard

The debauchery going on disgusted me. Mark and his four friends were debasing his poor sex slaves. I had to take off my headphones so I didn’t hear the disgusting sounds. It was clear I wasn’t going to learn anything useful right now. I stood up and stretched. I should just call it a night and relax. All the cameras were recording. I could send the videos to Brandon and he could go over the footage for anything relevant.

Though I doubted he would like to see his wife Desiree get so used. The poor woman. If you didn’t know Mark controlled her mind, you would think she was a willing participant in the orgy going on in the dining room.

The doorbell rang.

I smiled. My wife was here. I headed downstairs, stretching my back and rubbing at my stiff neck. My footsteps echoed through the unfurnished house. Brandon had rented it so I could surveil Mark, but it hadn’t come with any furniture. I had a cot to sleep on and a comfortable enough computer chair to sit on while watching Mark and his fiancee.

“Hey,” my wife smiled. “Sorry I’m late. My lover wanted to go a second time.”

I grinned at her. She always joked about cheating on me. It may seem weird to some people, but I was a private investigator. Most of my job consisted of following married people around to find out if they were cheating. By joking about adultery, Tina diffused the small, worried voice in my mind that wondered if she was fooling around behind my back. I couldn’t go through life mistrusting my wife, but it could be hard after all I seen.

Tina understood. She was a great woman.

“Well, as cute as you’re looking today, I can see why.”

A naughty twinkle was in her eye. “Oh, are you trying to get lucky?”

“Maybe. Mark’s has friends over and it’s a fucking orgy going on next door. The shit he has those poor women do.”

Tina’s face fell. “What a monster.” She sighed. “Well, I have Chinese food. Hungry?”

“Yeah,” I grinned. “Only chairs are upstairs. We’ll have a front row view of the debauchery.”

“I think I’d rather sit on this hard floor,” she said, pulling me into the living room. “Come on.”

“Sure.”

It wasn’t comfortable, but it was nice. She sat beside me and we ate passable Chinese food as we fumbled with our chopsticks. She talked about her job and church, catching me up on everything I was missing out while on this job.

I was glad I had her support. She understood why stopping Mark was so important.

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons – Fife, WA

I drove the beat-up used car I bought for a thousand dollars cash. When I purchased it, I lied about my name to the seller. It’d be fine so long as I wasn’t pulled over. So I carefully drove as I turned left on Pacific Highway in the heart of Fife. It wasn’t a wide town, but long, stretching along I-5 sandwiched by the Port of the Tacoma to the west and the Puyallup River to the East. It only existed because of the port and the Indian casinos.

I was meeting my hitman at a diner. I trembled as I drove down the street. My hands were slippery on the steering wheel. I couldn’t believe this was happening so fast. It had to be a setup. Only a cop would respond to my post this fast.

So why the fuck was I doing this? I could get arrested. Then Mark would find me. He already had most of the Puyallup Police Department compromised and the Pierce County SWAT unit. And a pair of FBI agents. I knew from Doug’s surveillance he even had a bunch of local police chiefs under his power.

Maybe even Fife’s police chief.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

A cop car passed me. I flinched, my stomach knotting. The cop’s sirens lit up red and blue as he pulled over a car before me. This was such a mistake. I shouldn’t do this. This hitman had to be a cop. They always were. If I was caught, I would never stop Mark and save Desiree.

The Little Pink Pup Diner was ahead, painted pink and innocent, a neon sign flashing with a pink poodle playing with a ball. But a cop car was parked before the restaurant. A cold sweat washed over me. This was a mistake. Killing Mark wasn’t worth this risk. I kept on driving down Pacific Highway. This had to be a setup. But they couldn’t find me. I covered my ass.

Right? Those anonymizers did work. Supposedly, not even the FBI could trace through them. “Shit,” I muttered as I kept driving.

To be continued…

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