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Treachery lurks in the soul of all men.

—excerpt from The Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Mark Glassner – Tacoma, WA

I sped down I-5, my Mustang’s engine growling. I groaned and came, flooding Alison’s mouth with my jizz. She swallowed and moaned her delight. I gripped the steering wheel while the city of Tacoma flashed by.

“Damn,” I panted. It was the second blowjob she had given me since we left South Hill.

“I’m glad you enjoyed, Master,” she grinned as she sat up, licking her lips.

“And mi Sirenita enjoyed it, too,” Desiree purred as she sat in the backseat.

Alison giggled and looked over her shoulder at her fiancee. “Yep.”

Ahead, the exit to Highway 705 which led to downtown Tacoma approached. Cars cleared out of the way of my bodyguards. I had a Tenino cop car racing in front of me and a University Place patrol car behind me. My escorts.

Yesterday’s tryouts for expanding the bodyguard went well. We had over seventy cops, each sexy and competent, show up. Mary and I had a blast along with our families. They helped us narrow down the candidates. We took twelve cops from King County and twelve from Thurston County, tripling the size of our bodyguard. I assigned a few to guard our plane, and then others would protect our family members. Anyone leaving our street would have two bodyguards accompanying them.

For Mary and me, it was four bodyguards when we left.

I would not let anything happen to our sluts and family members. A nun was out there trying to stop us.

When Mary left for her bridal fitting with her two sisters and mine, a whole parade of cop cars followed. The media camped outside our street, trying to catch footage of us. And not just the media, the paparazzi were starting to follow us, writing salacious stories for the tabloids. We were making national headlines. I had to turn Jessica, our reporter slut, into our press secretary to keep on top of everything.

Three times yesterday Mary and I gave interviews, Mary touting our politics and charity. She had plans involving me running for office.

Libertarians lauded our “no government should interfere” policy in regards to the pro-bigamy stance Mary and I had taken. Conservatives lashed out against our sexual politics while Liberals were happy with our social conscience, as demonstrated by our charity to help poor women get free gynecological help. The Occupy Movement saw me as some sort of Robin Hood, sticking it to the 1% and getting away with all those bank robberies.

Politics wasn’t why I wished for these powers. I just wanted to have fun, screw a few girls, but I was starting to think I could make a real difference. Maybe make this world a better place.

There was an open seat in the State House of Representatives up for election in November and Mary was urging me to throw my name in. We have a fund raiser coming up this Friday for our charity. It would be the perfect place to announce my candidacy. We already had Julius Prescott III, the billionaire I bought the plane from, associated with our charity and last night, over the phone, he promised a number of big names to show up to the party. His wife, the beautiful Monique, had also been working to get people to come.

I followed my escort through the streets of downtown Tacoma. We raced up 9th Avenue and reached Tacoma Avenue. We turned left and reached the courthouse. It was a large building sitting next to the Pierce County Jail. The courthouse building doubled as the Pierce County Superior Court and the Tacoma Municipal Court.

“Let’s get you divorced,” I grinned at Desiree when I turned off the engine.

“Looking forward to it, mi Rey.” Desiree was married to Brandon Fitzsimmons, the asshole causing all sorts of problems for Mary and me. He was in Europe somewhere hunting for the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

I hoped he wouldn’t get his hands on it.

I stepped out into the sunshine and helped Desiree climb out of the backseat, her large tits jiggling in her low-cut blouse. She was a Latina beauty, curvy and sensual. Alison, youthful and perky, came around from the other side of the car. Both women pressed against me.

“Oops, your cock’s still out, Master,” Alison giggled. She quickly stuffed me back inside my jeans. “There.”

“Thanks,” I laughed. I was so used to casual nudity, including jogging naked in the morning, that I hadn’t cared my dick hung out of my jeans.

My bodyguard formed up around us as we marched to the courthouse. People glanced at us, recognizing my bodyguards and me from the news. I nodded at them, savoring my celebrity status. It was intoxicating.

Alison swelled in pride as people muttered my name, thrusting out her chest. She wore her favorite top, a too tight, pink t-shirt. Printed on her shirt was: “Daddy’s little girl,” only the word girl was crossed out and and “slut” was written in its place. It was the shirt she wore when I met her.

She fucked me willingly and was excited to be my sex slave. About her neck was her gold choker, her name written in diamonds. Desiree, on the other side, was dressed more elegantly, in a tight, golden dress and heels, a gold choker set with onyx tight about her throat.

“Ready to be a single woman?” I asked Desiree when we reached family court.

“She won’t be single for long,” Alison said happily. “She’s kicking Brandon to the curb and getting a better woman.”

I frowned, my thoughts heading back to Brandon. He disappeared in France. And he wasn’t the only person who vanished. Doug, the private investigator I sent after Brandon, was also missing. The nuns probably got to Doug. Brandon was heading to Rennes-le-Château, to the nun’s Motherhouse. And it had been over two weeks since our slaves, Chantelle and Lana, set out on their honeymoon. They were supposed to be back last Friday, but we hadn’t heard from them in over a week.

I had Chasity, the head of the bodyguards, and Noel, our FBI slut, tracking them down. I had a bad feeling that the nuns got to them, too. We didn’t know about the Zimmah spell when we parted with Chantelle and Lana, so they were vulnerable to a nun’s powers.

Hell, we didn’t even know about the nuns back then. It was a simpler time when Mary and I just enjoyed our powers and had fun. We didn’t need an army of bodyguards to protect us.

We pushed into the family courtroom, a few people already waiting. You could tell the couples getting divorced because they kept glaring at each other across the aisle, shepherded by their lawyers. I saw one woman, early twenties, with green eyes and black hair, who filled out her blouse quite nicely. I sat down next to her, Alison and Desiree on the other side of me.

She glanced at me, her eyes widening in recognition.

“Yep,” I nodded. “I’m him.”

She glanced at my sluts, noticing the chokers. Her cheeks blushed. She was a delicious. My dick ached. I may have just cum down Alison’s throat, but I wished for stamina when I made my Pact with the Devil.

I could fuck all day.

“You’re a pretty thing,” I whispered, leaning over and smiling at the woman. “You want to make your soon-to-be-ex-husband real jealous?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Kneel before me and suck my cock.”

“That would make him jealous,” she giggled, glancing at a man across the aisle. She already moved, compelled by my command. “Mmm, you are as bold and wild as everyone claims, and you make people do what you want.”

“Yep.”

Her lawyers gasped, “Marcy what are you doing?” as the woman knelt before me and unzipped my jeans.

“It’s okay,” I told her lawyer. “Just pretend like nothing is going on back here.”

“Damn, you are powerful,” Marcy whispered as her lawyer clamped her mouth shut. “I’ll get away with sucking your cock in the middle of court?”

“Yeah,” I told her as her lips engulfed my cock in warmth. “You’ll have quite the story to tell all your friends.”

“Yes, she will,” giggled Alison. “Enjoy his cock, slut. Make him cum hard. That’s your place.”

Her mouth sucked hungrily at my cock. I groaned, leaning back on the bench as the pleasure shot to the tip of my dick. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue agile as it swirled around my cock. I groaned loudly, not caring who saw.

That made it hotter.

“What the fuck?” a man growled—Marcy’s soon-to-be-ex-husband. He stood.

“Just sit down, don’t say a word about what I’m doing to your wife, and know that she loves my cock far more than she ever loved yours.”

Marcy moaned what might have been, “Oh, yes,” as she sucked my dick.

Her husband sat down, his face bewildered, his eyes locked on Marcy’s head as it bobbed up and down my cock. Other people glanced at us, a buzz growing in the courtroom. The lawyer for Marcy’s husband stood up, his jaw dropping.

“Just ignore us,” I groaned loudly. Everyone looked away.

Including Alison and Desiree.

“Alison, Desiree, you don’t have to ignore me,” I said, not meaning to include my two sex slaves in the command.

“Good, I like watching you, Master,” Alison purred. She licked her lip, her tongue stud flashing.

Desiree pressed up against my side. “Is she pleasing you, mi Rey?”

“She’s good,” I answered, “But why don’t you help her out?”

“Ooh, I’d love to,” Desiree purred and bent over, her hair falling about my crotch.

I pushed her hair to the side so I could watch her tongue lick up my shaft. I shuddered at the pleasure then smiled as Desiree’s lips found Marcy’s. My Latina slut licked at the black-haired woman’s mouth. Marcy popped her mouth off my cock.

“So we’re sharing?”

“Yep,” Desiree moaned then swirled her tongue about the tip of my cock.

“Damn,” I groaned when Marcy added her tongue.

The two ladies teased my cock, their tongues caressing and flicking at the head. Pleasure surged down my cock and I leaned back into the bench and enjoyed their ministrations. This was the best way to attend court.

They kissed and sucked, sharing my cock, passing it back and forth. My balls tightened each time their lips engulfed the tip and sucked for a moment. I groaned when they popped their mouth off my dick and passed it to the other.

“Mmm, that is so hot,” Alison groaned.

She hiked up her fiancee’s skirt, exposing Desiree’s curvy ass. Alison spread Desiree’s nut-brown butt-cheeks and bent over, rimming Desiree’s asshole. Alison sealed her lips over the puckered sphincter and shoved her tongue inside her ass.

“Oh, yes, mi Sirenita,” Desiree moaned. “Lick my ass. I love it.”

Marcy’s lips engulfed my cock and did not release it. Her cheeks hollowed as she pleasured me. Desiree groaned and shuddered, savoring Alison’s naughty tongue. I pushed her head down, reminding the slut to please me.

“Sorry, mi Rey,” she gasped. “Alison made me…forget.”

“Don’t blame your naughty fiancee,” I groaned.

“You’re right.”

Desiree leaned in and sucked on my balls. Her tongue played with my sensitive nuts while Marcy sucked and bobbed her head. She took more and more of my cock, the tip aching in her mouth while my cum boiled in my balls.

The two sluts were driving me wild.

Desiree knew how to play and worship my balls. Alison’s rimming tongue made Desiree moan, her pleasure humming around my nuts. Pleasure shot to the tip of my dick, mixing with the bliss Marcy’s sucking mouth produced.

My balls tightened. “Fuck,” I groaned.”

“Uh-huh,” Alison panted, her fingers clenching on Desiree’s ass.

I closed my eyes, savoring the bliss. Desiree’s massaging lips brought my balls closer and closer to erupting. They boiled with jizz that needed to escape. I gripped the back of the bench and grunted through my teeth.

“You fucking sluts feel great. Oh, fuck, drink my cum!”

Marcy gasped when my jizz flooded her mouth. The boiling pressure exploded from my balls and shot powerful blasts of cum from my dick. I gasped and grunted with every eruption, stars dancing before my eyes.

And then my final spurt burst out of me.

“Let me taste,” Desiree panted. She seized Marcy’s lips, pulled her mouth from my cock, and kissed her.

“Damn,” I panted as Desiree and Marcy snowballed my cum back and forth, their pink tongues stained with cream. “Shit, that’s so hot.”

“Uh-huh,” Alison panted, her tongue-stud flashing as she licked again.

“Mmm, mi Rey’s cum taste so good,” Desiree panted when she broke the kiss. “Gives me such pleasure to taste it. And so does mi Sirenita’s tongue. Oh, yes, keep rimming my ass.”

Alison made such wicked noises as she rimmed and devoured Desiree’s ass. My dick throbbed at the hot sight. As Desiree bucked, I caught glimpses of Alison’s fingers rolling Desiree’s pink clit, giving the slut wicked pleasure.

I needed to cum again.

“Marcy, pull down those capris and panties then spread your butt-cheeks,” I ordered. “I’m fucking your ass.”

“Oh, yes.” Her moan was more a throaty purr.

She stood and unbuttoned her cerulean capris, pushing them off her tight ass. “You like my ass?” She wiggled her firm butt in my face as she pulled down her white panties. “I’ve been doing yoga to get my body all nice and tight for the next guy who comes along.”

“Well, it’s paying off.” I gave her firm ass a squeeze.

She parted her butt-cheeks, one hand holding each, exposing her pink, wrinkled sphincter begging for my cock to fuck. She shifted again and let out another wanton moan that made my dick ache. The next man after me would love this slut.

“All rise,” the Bailiff shouted, “the Honorable Judge Harriet Severijns presiding.”

I rose, my eyes fixed on Marcy’s ass. I placed my cock against her sphincter, savoring her wrinkled tip. She shivered and let go of her butt-cheeks so she could brace her arms against the back of the bench before us.

“Oh, fuck!” Marcy gasped as I thrust into her asshole.

At the same moment, a heavyset woman in black robes and badly dyed, red hair, waddled from her chambers and walked up to her bench. She hadn’t heard Marcy’s moans or my grunt as I savored the hot bowels wrapped tight about my cock.

“Mmm, fuck that’s nice!” Marcy moaned, her voice echoing off the courtroom walls.

The judge frowned and then her eyes opened in surprise. She slammed her gavel down. The boom echoed through the room. “Bailiff!”

“Ignore us, Your Honor!” I shouted as my balls slapped against Marcy’s taint.

The judge froze, holding up her gavel. The bailiff looked questioningly at the judge. The judge shook her head, confused at what she was doing. Her cheeks flushed, then she turned to her law clerk who handed her a docket. The judge called up the first case as I pounded Marcy’s ass.

“Fuck, you got a nice, tight ass!” I groaned as I slammed deep and hard into Marcy’s wonderful asshole.

“Thanks,” she purred, looking over her shoulder at me, her green eyes sparkling with lust.

Friction burned with every thrust. Marcy grunted and groaned. The bench creaked and rocked as she took my thrusts. Her hair swayed about her shoulders. Her back arched. Her knuckles went white as she gripped the bench. She grunted with each thrust, her obscene sounds ignored while the judge and the attorneys for the first case spoke.

One day, I would be a politician serving in congress. My sluts would be my aides, and I would fuck them in the capital building while boring laws were read. They would moan and gasp like Marcy, showing the world my power.

“Yes,” I growled, eager for Mary’s plan to be a politician. It was so wicked. I cracked my hand on Marcy’s ass. “Take my cock. Love it!”

“I do!” moaned Marcy, her voice throaty and strained. “Oh, god, you’re so deep in me.”

“Fuck her slutty ass, Master,” Alison moaned.

I glanced to my left. Alison’s top had popped off, her hard nipples pierced by silver barbells heaved as she writhed on Desiree’s tongue. The Latina slut had slipped to the floor and pushed up Alison’s skirt to eat out her tight cunt. I smiled at the tattoo on her pudenda that read, “Cum on in” with an arrow that pointing at the top of her pussy so it was crystal clear just where the slut wanted you to cum.

Alison pinched and pulled on her nipples as Desiree ate her cunt. She humped against Desiree’s hungry mouth. Alison’s tongue flashed, pierced by a silver stud. Her eyes squeezed shut, her pink hair bouncing about her face.

“Cum on her mouth, slut,” I growled.

“I will, Master,” moaned Alison. “I love cumming on Desiree. Only you and Mistress make me cum harder.”

“Uh-huh,” panted Desiree.

Their words compelled my hips to thrust faster, burying my cock over and over into the hot, tight grip of Marcy’s ass. The slut moaned low and loud, purring like a hungry cougar. My balls churned, getting ready to cream the soon-to-be divorcee’s ass.

Just a few more strokes and I would erupt. My cock slammed in and out of her. I pulled back until just the sensitive remained then slammed hard into her depths. Her bowels squeezed about me like a tight fist on my cock.

So good. The velvet caress send shudders down my cock to my balls. My back arched.

“Fuck!”

My cum exploded into her asshole. I buried into her depths, my moans echoing through the courtroom. My balls exploded. Each thrust produced milked out another blast of cum. I groaned through grinding teeth as the pleasure boiled out of me.

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck! Oh goddamn fucking fuck!” She bucked and squirmed, her ass spasming on my cock as an orgasm rolled through her body. She milked out the final drops as she thrashed.

Sighing happily, I pulled out of her ass. I loved the sight of my white cum leaking out of her puckered hole. I sank down onto the bench, her ass wiggling as the cum trickled down her taint to the dripping lips of her pussy.

“Now pull up your panties and enjoy my cum in your ass all day.”

“I will,” Marcy panted as she reached down to pull up her panties and capris. “That was insane. I can’t believe no one, not even the judge, cared.”

I winked at her.

“Oh, Master, let me clean you up,” Alison purred. The nimble girl leaned over, still squirming on Desiree’s mouth, and licked at my dirty cock. I shuddered as her hard tongue stud and soft tongue swept across my sensitive crown.

“Fuck,” I panted.

Then she engulfed my cock and sucked hard.

“Desiree Fitzsimmons,” the judge called out, her tone flat, bored.

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Alison Hertz

Desiree went to town on my cunt. She licked and lapped, making me squeal as I sucked on the sour tip of Master’s dick. I sealed my lips about his dick and sucked hard, making sure I cleaned every trace of Marcy’s ass from his dick.

Getting a load of Master’s cum was merely a bonus.

The judge said something, but I hardly registered it as the pleasure churned through my cunt. Desiree’s tongue was amazing. She was such a great pussy licker. She was good before we met, and I had taught her how to make a girl melt into a puddle of juices.

“Desiree Fitzsimmons!” It was a female’s voice, knifing through my lust. “Is Desiree Fitzsimmons here?”

Desiree needed to stop licking my pussy and get her divorce so we could get married. No, don’t let her stop licking. I’m almost there. I’m almost cumming.

I shuddered, listening to my wicked subconscious, the voice that had guided me on a life of wonderful sexual discovery. Thanks to my wicked subconscious’s whispers, I had popped my cherry young and never looked back. I had so much deviant and kinky sex, culminating with discovering Master.

The man strong enough to tame my desires.

“If Desiree Fitzsimmons is not here, we’ll move onto the next case…”

“Give us a minute, Your Honor,” Master groaned. “We’re almost finished back here. Wait.”

“Very well,” the judge answered, her voice concerned.

Master was amazing. He could do anything.

I sucked harder on his dick. His hips bucked, fucking his cock into my mouth with short thrusts. I moaned, my clit throbbing with excitement. Master’s cock brushed the back of my throat. I sucked hard, cleaning his shaft as I trembled on the verge of my orgasm.

Desiree’s lips licked up to my clit. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I sucked so hard on Master’s cock as my orgasm exploded from my cunt. My stomach spasmed. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me.

“Yes,” moaned Desiree as I flooded her mouth with my cream.

The pleasure spiked through me. I savored it, embracing it. My subconscious laughed in delight, drinking in the bliss. Master seized my pink hair, bobbing my mouth up and down his cock as I lost control of my body.

So much rapture filled me.

“Mmm, mi Sirenita always gives me such tasty cream for my dessert.”

I trembled, sucking hard as Master’s cock slammed down my throat. He grunted, his cock throbbing. I hummed and massaged his cock by swallowing. I sucked in breaths through my nose as he forced my mouth all the way down his shaft. I loved the caress of his pubic hair on my face.

It meant I took every inch of his cock.

“You’re doing great, Alison,” Master moaned. “Here it comes.”

The words I loved to hear.

Master’s cock unloaded in my mouth. I shuddered and came a second time as I swallowed the salty, thick jizz. It coated my mouth and throat then warmed my belly. I trembled, my heart beating for joy. I was allowed to serve him. Worship him.

Master grunted, the final spurt shot into my mouth.

Then he released my hair.

I slid my mouth off and pressed my body against him. “Thank you for your cum, Master.”

Desiree sat up, her lips sticky with my juices. I saved some for her. I kissed her hard, savoring my musk as she enjoyed Master’s cum. Her hands went to my tits, squeezing and massaging them while I trembled.

“That is hot,” Master said, his voice thick with amusement, “but we’re holding up court.”

I broke the kiss with a giggle. “How wicked of us. Let’s get you divorced.”

She’s a distraction, my subconscious whispered. I rolled my eyes. Ever since I fell in love with Desiree, a part of me felt guilty about it. I should be giving my all to serving Master and Mistress, but a part of me belonged to Desiree. You shouldn’t love her.

But since Master and Mistress approved of our engagement and were happy for us, I ignored my subconscious. Sometimes, the voice didn’t know what was best for me.

Desiree straightened her skirt while I grabbed my lucky t-shirt. Master put his hand on my arm as I went to pull my shirt on. “Your tits are too beautiful to be covered up, Alison.”

I grinned, “Thank you, Master.”

Desiree walked up to the podium. Master and I followed, his hand on the ass, my naked breast brushing against his side. Desiree reached the podium before the judge who looked bored. She adjusted herself.

“I’m Desiree, Your Honor.”

“And who are those with you?” the judge asked.

“I’m Mark Glassner Just do whatever Desiree wants.”

“And I’m Alison Hertz, Desiree’s fiancee,” I beamed.

The judge frowned. “And where is your top, young lady?”

“My tits are too amazing to be covered up,” I declared, cupping my breasts.

“People wear clothes in my courtroom,” the judge snarled, grabbing her gavel. “I find you in contempt of…”

“Your Honor,” Master interrupted, his voice so strong and commanding. “No woman should have to cover her tits up if they look as amazing as Alison’s. Don’t you agree, Your Honor?”

The judge nodded in agreement, her fleshy chins wobbling. “You’re right, Mr. Glassner. A woman should be free to expose her breasts.” The judge paused. “And those are a beautiful pair of breasts, young lady.”

“Thanks, Your Honor,” I beamed then posed like a pin-up model.

The judge flushed and cleared her throat, looking down at her documents. “Mrs. Fitzsimmons, you are seeking to annul your marriage of one year, four months to Brandon Fitzsimmons.”

“Yes, Your Honor, I would be really happy if you would grant the annulment,” Desiree answered. “Brandon…he is not a good man. And he is never around. And, well, I just married him for his money.”

She was a lesbian gold-digger. Desiree always joked how there were no rich lesbians for her to marry, so she settled on rich men. She loved the good life too much not to put up with having sex with a man. “Besides,” she had whispered to me as we lay in bed, “it wasn’t so bad being married to him. I always found women to keep me amused. And I had Linda’s gym to play at. I should take you sometime. You would love her special service.”

“Granted,” the Judge answered, following Master’s orders. Her law clerk glanced in shock at the judge when she took back the docket. Then she handed the Judge the next one. “Next on the docket is…”

I missed the case number as I squealed and hugged my fiancee. We were cleared to get married now. Desiree held me, tears rolling down her eyes. Our lips met in a kiss, sharing our love. My subconscious muttered in the background, but I didn’t care.

We were getting married.

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