Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Tracing the movements of Sister Theodore Mariam, like all the nuns of the Order of Mary Magdalene, proved impossible. That she played a devastating role in the rise of the Tyrants is obvious. One simply has to witness the Miracle to see her hand at work.

----excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Thursday, June 6th, 2013 -- Sister Theodora Mariam -- Phoenix, AZ

I stretched Sally out on the living room floor, her perky breasts jiggling wonderfully, topped with dark-brown nipples. She was a beautiful woman, her lithe body tanned a rich, dark-olive, with slim hips and a completely shaved pussy; her slit so tight my mouth watered. While I mostly liked men, Sister Louise had taught me how to love a woman on a California beach in the weeks after she freed me from Kurt.

She was one of Tex's Thralls. I had been sent to Phoenix to exorcise a Warlock, a man who had made a Pact with the Adversary, selling his soul for three wishes. My search had led me to Tex. He had enslaved this woman, and several others, and I would see them all freed. Especially Mable.

That was my duty. I was Sister Mariam Theodore, a nun of the Order of Mary Magdalene, sworn to fight the darkness and liberate all those poor souls enslaved by wicked men and women like Tex.

I was in Mable's house across the street from Tex's. Mable had been stolen from her husband Newt by Tex, her mind controlled by the Warlock and turned into his sex slave. Dealing with a Warlock was dangerous and before I could make my attack I needed some information from Sally. And to do that, I needed to make her cum.

After fingering Raelene to an orgasm, my pussy burned for satisfaction. Sally was coming around; the Shama prayer that had stunned her was wearing off. I knew I shouldn't do this, but since all my sins were forgiven, and I was saving this woman, I gave in. I straddled her face, gently placing my pussy against her mouth, aching for a nice cum.

Her breath was warm on my vulva, tickling and driving me crazy with anticipation. Her legs started to move, her head shifted sightly, pinned between my thighs. I grabbed her arms, leaning over her, ready to subdue her. She suddenly struggled, fighting to escape.

"What the hell?" she gasped. "What's going on!"

"You're going to eat my pussy," I purred, pressing my aching sex into her lips and rubbing across her face. Her response was muffled. "Just start licking, Sally. Eat me! You're not getting up until you do."

She shouted something that sounded like a no.

I ground my pussy harder against her. I was dripping wet, smearing my juices across her mouth and chin. I was so wet, I surely must be leaking juices across her face. She thrashed again, but I was stronger than her, my body pinning hers. I leaned over more, pushing my face between her thighs and inhaling the spicy flavor of her desire.

"Just lick, slut!" I commanded. "You're not getting back to your husband until you make me cum!" Tex had made all his sex slaves think they were his wives--the pervert.

Her thrashing stopped. She breathed heavily on my cunt.

"Lick me, bitch!"

Her tongue pushed through my aching labia into my pussy. Pleasure rippled out, a slow wave matching the slow swipe of her tongue. I groaned, shuddering. So wonderful. She took another lick, and a third. She probed me, sucking my labia into her lips, then her tongue found my clitoris, flicking gently at the sensitive nub.

I buried my face into her snatch, and devoured her. She tasted wonderful. Spicy musk covered my tongue, filling my mouth. I drank her as I sucked and licked. She moaned into me, the sound vibrating through my sensitive folds. I wiggled my tongue into her pink hole, her pussy twitching about it as I used my nimble organ as a tiny cock, my chin nudging her clitoris. She loved that, bucking and moaning beneath me, and munching my pussy harder.

Her moans grew louder, and her body began twitching beneath mine. I sucked and kissed and tongued her vulva, moving closer and closer to her clitoris. Her teeth nipped at my clitoris, and I gasped. She did it a second time, and my orgasm suddenly exploded through me. I shuddered atop her, flooding her face with my sticky juices.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned. "Oh, shoot! That's it! Make me cum! Oh, yeah!"

One last shudder passed through me, then my orgasm faded away. I buried my face back into her tasty pussy, lapping and sucking. I needed to make her cum. She gasped and moaned, still nuzzling my pussy, and building a second smaller orgasm inside me. I nipped at her clitoris, and she thrashed beneath me, spicy juices squirting out of her cunt and drenching my face.

I lifted my head up, her moaning lips setting off my second orgasm, and gasped, "Rechem!"

I rolled off of Sally, she lay panting on the floor, her face sticky with my juices. I flipped around, stretching out on the carpet next to her, and licked my juices off her mouth, unable to resist tasting my own spicy flavor. Sally didn't say anything, she just kept staring at the ceiling.

"Sally, how many women, besides Raelene, are still in the house?"

"Two," she answered, her voice a monotone drawl. "Natalee and Idelle."

I smiled; the Rechem prayer was working. Any Thrall under its effects would tell me anything I wanted to know, even if their Warlock had forbidden them to speak of it. I had bypassed his control on her soul. I started questioning her and planning my next move.

I learned that most of what my parents told me were lies. But one thing I knew for certain--they greatly loved each other.

----excerpt from The Tyrants' Daughter: An Autobiography by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner

Mary Sullivan -- Spaneway, WA

I stepped out of the Starbucks into the sunshine feeling like a whole new woman. Maybe it was because I was a new woman. When I woke up this morning, I was simply Mary Sullivan--college student and barista. Then Mark appeared at my work. And, in a few minutes, his presence had transformed me and awakened desires long buried in my heart. This wonderful man had showed me pleasures I had never dreamed I could experience.

He had peered into my soul and I had peered into his, and we had found the same thing--love.

Now I'm his woman. His lover. The thought sent a warm flutter through my stomach. Mark had known me--known my body--more intimately than anyone had before. He he tasted every part of my body, even my ass. I rubbed my butt, which was still a little sore. But it was a pleasant ache that reminded me of Mark's cock plunging deep into me, and how good it felt when his cum squirted hot and wet deep into my bowels. No man, no object, had ever been up my ass before. My ex-boyfriend Mike had always begged me for anal. I had always said no, thinking it was too dirty, and fearing it would be painful.

Instead, Mark showed me that it could be so pleasurable.

I guess the reason I never let Mike bugger me was trust--I didn't trust him not to hurt me. He always had cared more about his own pleasures than mine. I would be lucky if he lasted long enough for me to cum. And then he would just roll off me and fall asleep. I usually had to masturbate while he snored next to me. His idea of foreplay was to paw at my breasts, maybe suck my nipples, and then plunge his cock right in. I usually had to use lube, because he rarely made my pussy wet. He loved for me to give him blowjobs, but I never could get him to eat my pussy.

I had been dating Mike since my junior year in high school. He took my virginity in the back seat of his mom's Honda after prom. He had been my only lover, so I didn't really know what I was missing out on until Mark.

And I hadn't just been missing out on the the pleasures a man could give. Mark had found my most secret desires--ones I had buried so deep I didn't even know they existed--and exposed them. With my co-worker Cynthia, I had learned the pleasures a woman could give me, and the pleasures I could give a woman.

Her tongue had felt amazing on my pussy, and her vulva had been like warm silk on my lips. She had this sweet, tangy flavor that had been delicious. My lust for women must have always been there, deep inside me. It must be why I used to get so excited to practice French kissing at slumber parties when I was younger, and why I could still vividly remember the locker room after gym class, and the youthful flesh of my classmates.

I glanced at Mark and my face flushed and my heartbeat quicken. There was something about him, something that I just couldn't resist. He wasn't particularly handsome. Some fat under his chin made his face look too round. And he was a bit overweight; his body was soft with a the start of a drooping gut and love handles. His eyes were definitely his best feature, deep blue pools that could pierce your soul with their intensity.

Love must be blind. Mark certainly wasn't better looking then Mike, but I had noticed him the moment he had walked into my work last night. And it was me that Mark had fallen in love with. Not wild Cynthia, so experienced with sex, and always boasting about her one night stands with some guy or gal she had met at a bar. Or fit and tanned Vivian, with her smoky, bedroom voice and cow-large breast--the type of tits guys always panted after. I was nothing compared to either of them, but Mark fell for me. And I fell for him.

I looked back at the Starbuzz one last time, knowing I would never return. This morning, I had entered a timid girl and now I was leaving a confident woman; a woman that had sucked both pussy and cock and been fucked in every possible way. For Mark, I've become such a dirty tramp. It made him happy, and that made me happy.

"Do you have a car?" he asked me, his voice a rich, powerful baritone that was impossible to ignore, like he was reaching into my soul and playing me like violin--a master violinist making me sing perfectly for him.

"Not really," I answered. "Mike has a truck, but he didn't want to wake up early to drive me to work today. What with it being his day off and all." I didn't bother to hide my irritation. "I had to take the bus."

"What an asshole." He shook his head and led me over to a beat-up, maroon Ford car.

Mike was an asshole. I'm glad I dumped him for Mark. I flushed in shame, remembering how I had broken up with him. It wasn't the most orthodox breakup, and I felt a little guilty about it. I wasn't sure if I felt guilty for breaking up over the phone with Mike while Mark fucked me up the ass, or how naughty and sexy I felt while I did it. There was no denying just how hard I came while humiliating Mike.

It was kinda fun humiliating a guy.

Mark opened the passenger door for me and I blinked in surprise at the mess in his car. The floor was covered in fast food wrappers and empty drink cups. I started to say something, but stopped, not wanting to say something mean. That wouldn't make Mark happy. "You like McDonalds," I quipped lamely.

"Sorry," he said, flushing with embarrassment. "I...shit. I'm really sorry." He bent down and started to throw some of the wrappers into the backseat.

"Clearly, you haven't had a girlfriend in a while," I said jokingly, trying to take the sting out of his embarrassment.

"No," he said, a little bitter. He turned to face me, his finger gently stroked my cheek. "But I got you now."

My heart melted, and I just had to lean in and kiss him. He was such a sweetie. Not like Mike. My asshole ex-boyfriend hadn't said nice things to me in years. Mark's arms wrapped around me and pulled me in tight as I kissed him, his hand sliding down, and squeezed my ass through my pants. Mark must really like my ass, he's been rubbing it all morning. I broke the kiss and slid into the slightly cleaner passenger seat. Mark walked around the car, climbing in and starting the engine. A fan belt screeched, then the motor coughed and chugged to life.

Mark looked at me. "No offense, Mare, but that uniform isn't the most flattering on you."

"Mare?" I asked, pretending to be indignant. "Mare? What am I, your horse?"

Mark blinked. "I...uh...sorry. I thought it was cute. You know, short for Mary." He became flustered easily, and I couldn't help but to giggle; he was so easy to tease. Mark relaxed, realizing I wasn't offended. "Aren't you my filly now?" he asked, jokingly.

I neighed, and broke out laughing. "I guess that makes you my stallion."

Mark leaned over to me. "Your stallion, huh." He kissed me hard, his tongue filling my mouth. "Your stallion's feeling a little frisky."

Feeling bold, I rubbed the hard bulge in his pants. "Mmhh, yes you are," I purred in agreement. I blushed, surprised at my wantonness. There was something about Mark that just drew out my deep desires.

Mark's hand slipped up underneath my shirt and groped my left boob through my bra, sending tingly pleasure through my body, ending down at my pussy. His mouth was on mine again and this time it was my tongue filling his mouth. My pussy grew hot and wet; my juices soaking into my panties. I shifted my thighs, rubbing my clit deliciously against the fabric, as my fingers unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly, pulling his cock out. He was warm in my hands, throbbing with his heart beat. He moaned into my lips as I gave his cock a few strokes.

Mark pulled my white polo shirt up, and I had to sadly let go of his cock so he could get it over my head. Then he reached behind me and fumbled at my bra clasp. He cursed, and then my bra was unclasped, my tits were bare, and Mark was sucking at my nipples. I moaned softly. It felt so damn good. He was switching back and forth between them, his tongue rough and wet. My hand found his cock and I stroked it again.

There was a loud rap on the window, startling me, and a middle aged woman screamed at us, "Perverts!"

I flushed. I was so caught up in the moment I forgot that we were still in the Starbuzz's parking lot. I covered my breasts as Mark gave me his boyish grin. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Mare," he told me in his commanding voice. "Your breasts are so beautiful. You shouldn't ever hide them."

His voice vibrated my soul; he was right. My breasts were beautiful. I moved my hands and stared boldly at the woman, my right hand slid over and grasped my stallion's hard cock, slowly jacking the warm shaft. The woman snorted in disgust and pulled her phone out of her purse. Mark put the car in reverse and backed out.

"Let's find something a little more private," he said, and I squeezed his cock in agreement.

Mark Glassner

I drove Mary and me to the alley behind the grocery store at the other side of the parking lot. I climbed out of the car, walking quickly around to Mary's side, opening the door. I held out my hand to her.

"My lady," I smiled.

She blushed and grasped my hand with her right, so warm and soft. I caressed the back of her hand with my thumb, then I raised her hand to my lips and kissed it softly, like she was a lady at a fancy bar instead of a topless barista. She smiled happily up at me.

"Thank you, sir," she politely answered, nodding her head, and then she giggled.

Her nipples were hard, poking up from her perky, freckled breasts, and I could smell a faint, spicy-sweet aroma on the air--her excitement. I spun her about and pushed her forward against the hood of my car, rubbing her delightfully plump ass through her khaki pants. Mary unbuttoned them and shoved them down her legs, the pants bunching up around her ankles.

"Oh, god, you're so sexy!" I moaned, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her plain, white panties and pulling them down her legs.

Her ass was gorgeous, pale and round, and I could just see a hint of her red fur peaking between her legs. I spread those apart, and there was her pussy in all its glory, red pubic hair soaked with her wonderful musk. My cock ached for her. I fumbled with my pants, letting them drop to my ankles. I lined my shaft up with her hole, and thrust into her wet depths.

"Oh, fuck, Mark!" she gasped, falling forward onto her elbows on the hood.

I buried into her hard, fucking her from behind, my groans mixed with her gasps as we both enjoyed the pleasure. She thrust back, her pussy hot and wet as I plunged in and out of her. My balls slapped against her clit every time I buried in her wonderfully wet depths.

"You're filling me up!" she groaned. "Oh, yes!"

"My naughty filly!" I grunted. "I love to be inside you!"

Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around my cock, and I let out a low, loud moan of rapture. I drove into her over and over, savoring the sweet way her pussy walls rubbed against the sensitive tip of my dick. Pleasure burst through my body; I never wanted to pull out of her cunt. I loved this creature so much; I just wanted to stay this way forever.

"My sweet filly!" I gasped. "My sweet, naughty filly!"

"Oh, fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck your filly! Fuck me hard, my big stallion. Oh, god! Your cock's so great!"

I fucked her hard and fast, pushing her against my car with every thrust. Her back rippled as she writhed on the hood, her auburn hair spilling dark-red across her pale skin. I grabbed her ponytail, yanking her head back; her green eyes flashed at me over her shoulder and her cunt squeezed down on my cock.

"Ride your filly!" she moaned. "Ride me hard! Pull my hair! I feel so slutty! I love it, Mark!"

Mary suddenly sat up straight, pushing her back into my chest. It was almost like she was showing her tits off. I looked over her shoulder and saw a young man, eighteen, filming us with his phone at the ally's entrance.

"Are you getting off on being watched?" I hissed in her ear, reaching around with one hand to cup her perky breast.

My filly's cunt squeezed down on my thrusting cock. "Yes! You were right; I have nothing to be ashamed of. My breasts are beautiful!"

I grasped her nipple and pinched it between my fingers. "Yes, they are, Mare!"

"I'm such a naughty, dirty slut!" she screamed, and then her cunt was squeezing my cock as her body bucked and writhed in my embrace. "I'm cumming! I cumming on my stallion's big, hard cock!"

"My filly's so tight!" I moaned, savoring the feel of her cunt constricting around my cock. My balls were tightening, ready to spill their load. "Oh, god. I'm cumming!"

My cum shot into her spasming pussy, three thick loads, and Mary kept moaning and climaxing, her pussy contracting fast and hard. She threw back her head against my chest and yelled wordless as the pleasure crashed throughout her body. Panting, I drove my cock into her two more times as her pussy milked the last of my cum.

"That was wonderful," she purred, rubbing her back against me.

I hugged her waist, holding her tight, and let my fingers caresses her stomach and groin, playing with her silky pubic hair as we kissed over her shoulder. She tasted so sweet, so wonderful. I loved my filly so much. My cock softened in the warm embrace of her pussy.

We were in our own world of happiness.

Most of what we know of the Tyrants' past came through the hard work of my husband Doug. At the time, he was a PI in the employee of Brandon Fitzsimmons.

--excerpt from 'The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy', by Tina Allard

Mary Sullivan

Mark held me, and I savored the wonderful glow of our shared orgasm in the alley behind the Safeway. His strong arms were wrapped around me, and his fingers toyed with my curly pubic hair, while I pressed my back into his chest. I loved being held by my stallion. We were in our own, private world, just the two of us, and nothing could--

The young man was still filming, and our private world vanished. While the guy watching us fuck had made me feel hot and sexy, the man watching us cuddle just ruined the intimacy. I glared at the young man and he just smirked like an punk asshole.

"Mark, some guy is filming us," I whispered.

"Go home!" he shouted at the punk. "And upload the footage to Youtube!"

Clearly confused, the punk jumped onto his skateboard and headed off. I smiled, no one could resist my stallion's commands. Mark pulled out of me and his cum ran down my thighs. I pulled my panties and pants up as Mark put his cock away.

"He kinda ruined the moment," Mark said regretfully.

"Yeah," I replied. "Although, he did made the sex hotter."

Mark chuckled and kissed me. "Such a naughty filly."

Smiling, I reached into the car and found my bra. Mark had broken the clasp in his haste. I held it up to him, shaking my head. "It's not that hard to unclasps them, Mark," I said in amusement.

"Sorry," Mark said, sheepishly. "I'll get you another. Besides, we have got to get you into something more flattering than that polo shirt. Although your ass looks amazing in those pants. Where's your place at?"

My place was also Mike's place and guilt boiled in my stomach. "I...I live...I mean, I lived with Mike. After what I did..." I trailed off, shaking my head.

I never thought I would cheat on Mike, even if I did it with my soul mate. I consoled myself by remembering that Mike had probably cheated on me with that big-tittied tramp from his work. He had denied it repeatedly, telling me I was just jealous and overreacting. He was convincing, but the way that bitch looked at him sometimes made me think something must have happened.

Mark nodded. "Yeah, that was pretty mean of me, so don't feel bad, okay, Mare." It was sweet of Mark to try and assuage my guilt. And it did help a little. "It was just so..." he trailed off, searching for a word.

"Naughty?"

That boyish grin came back and he nodded. "It was. So naughty."

"So, I don't think I can face him, not yet." I reached into the car and grabbed my white polo and pulled it over my head. The fabric rasped pleasantly on my nipples, still a little sensitive from my orgasm.

"Okay, Mare. Let's go shopping and get you some new clothes."

I hugged Mark in delight. Mike never wanted to go shopping with me. Remembering how badly Mike used to treat me also went a long way to make me feel less guilty about how I had dumped him. "Okay, let's go shopping."

We climbed back into his dirty car. He was definitely going to need to clean it if he expected me to ride around with him. He turned the key and the engine starting with a loud sputter, and he drove us out of the parking lot and onto Pacific Avenue, the main road that went north through Spaneway, Parkland, and into Tacoma. As we drove, I realized that Mark and I had done just about every sex act I had heard of, and I didn't even know his last name. So I asked him.

Mark blinked at me. "Wow. I guess we don't really know much about each other. Well, let's see." He paused, thinking. "I'm Mark Glassner. I'm twenty-seven. Umm, I've been working shitty jobs since I was eighteen. Currently, I sell vacuum-cleaners door-to-door."

I couldn't help laughing at that. "People still do that?"

"Not that successfully," Mark answered. "Most people listen politely, then politely tell me to go fuck myself."

"Well, Mark, I'm surprised that you're not that good at it. Since you did just convinced three strange girls to have an orgy with you." I furrowed my eyebrows. How he had done that? His voice was so commanding, reaching deep into you, that you just wanted to obey him. Was it something you could learn?

Mark seemed a little uncomfortable, so I changed the subject. I would pry that secret out of him eventually. I had my whole life to do it. "What about your family?"

"I have a little sister," Mark answered. "Although, I guess Antsy's not so little any more since she started college last year."

"Antsy? That's a...um...unique name." I was trying not to giggle.

"It's short for Samantha," he explained. "When she was a little kid she couldn't sit still, so my dad started calling her Antsy. My sister still lives with my parents while she's going to school, but I...I moved out when I was eighteen."

His voice sounded bitter and I sensed some pain. I rubbed his thigh consolingly. "My mother wasn't a great parent, either," I told Mark in an understanding tone.

"It was my dad," Mark said after a long pause. "He was fine until I was eleven, and then he hurt his back, or so he claimed. He was a longshoreman at the Port of Tacoma, and so he couldn't work anymore and went on disability. Money got tight. My mom had to start working, and my dad..." Mark snorted with derision. "My dad started drinking. And then he started getting abusive. To me. To my mom. And sometimes even to Antsy. I stood up to him when I got older, and he realized I was as strong as him. So the bastard kicked me out when I graduated high school. I've tried a bunch of times to convince my mom to leave him, but she won't. She's a good Christian and doesn't believe in divorce. She says she loves him, but I think she's too scared of being alone. Since I moved out, my mom claims that he stopped hitting her, but..."

"But you think she's just trying to protect you," I finished, squeezing his thigh reassuringly. He nodded.

Mark cleared his throat. He was doing that guy thing where they pretend they weren't about to cry. "So what about you?" he croaked, voice thick with suppress emotion. He cleared his throat again. "What's your last name?"

"Sullivan," I answered immediately. "I'm twenty-one. I have two sisters. Shannon's my older sister and Missy's my younger. Missy's about to graduate from high school."

"I definitely need to stop thinking of my sister as a kid since I'm dating someone almost the same age," Mark quipped.

"You're just a cradle robber," I joked back. "Seducing innocent young girls with your lecherous ways."

We stopped at a red light and Mark bent over and kissed me, "Guilty as charged," he whispered, kissing my cheek and nuzzling at my neck. The light turned green and a horn blared behind us. He grinned boyishly at me and continued driving.

"I work part-time at Starbuzz. Or, at least I did," I flushed as I savored the memory of what we did this morning. "It was helping to pay for college, so I hope you step up your vacuum-cleaner salesmanship to keep me in the poor lifestyle I've become accustomed to."

"Money's not going to be a problem, Mare," he told me with confidence. That nickname, Mare, was starting to grow on me. I kinda wished I had one for him. But Mark doesn't really shorten into anything. Except Mar. And that sounds silly. Maybe Ark? No. He's not a big boat with a bunch of animals on board. Stallion was a fantastic nickname for when we were fucking, but seemed a little too weird to use otherwise.

"So where are you going to school?"

"I'm attending DeVry up in Federal Way," I answered, "working on a graphic design degree."

Mark smiled and nodded appreciatively. "I didn't know I was dating a talented artist. I would love to see your work."

I blushed, "I'm not that good." People, mostly my dad and my sisters, said my art was amazing or beautiful. I, however, always saw my flaws and mistakes. "But, I'll show you, if you want?"

He squeezed my hand on his thigh and brought it up to his lips, kissing my fingertips. "I do." He held onto my hand, driving with just his left. Mark turned right onto 512, the freeway that ran east towards South Hill and its mall. "You said your mom wasn't that great of a person?" he asked, merging onto the freeway.

I hesitated. I didn't like talking about my mom, but Mark squeezed my hand reassuringly. "You don't need to talk about it, if it's too painful."

I breathed deeply. Mark was my soul mate. He deserved to know. "When I was six, my mom..." I broke off, wiping at the tears welling in my eyes. Even after so many years it was painful. My mom had left a half-healed wound in my heart that opened every time I thought about her. "She left my dad. She was cheating on him and ran off with this musician." I paused, fighting back sobs.

How could that whore abandon us?

"Sorry," he whispered.

I sniffed and regained my composure enough to continue. "Dad was a wonderful parent and did his best to raise my sisters and I, but mom's abandonment hurt him deeply. Hurt all of us deeply. He didn't smile as much and had a hard time dating women. I think he found it hard to trust after that. He really loved her, and my mom didn't even tell anyone she was leaving; she just packed a suitcase and left a note. Dad showed it to me when I was older. She wrote that she wasn't happy with her family. She wanted to have fun, go out partying. To enjoy wild sex. She wrote that my sisters and I were just holding her back with responsibility."

The tears were flowing now. It still hurt after all these years. What mother abandons her children so she could have fun? Never once in the last thirteen years had the whore ever so much as sent a birthday card. Dad said she didn't even contest the divorce and even signed away her parental rights so she could screw around with that musician.

Of course, I'm just as much a whore. I cheated on Mike and then ditched him. Sobs wracked my body--I am my mother! How could this have happened? Oh, God, how did I become her?

Mark's arms enveloped me, pulling me into his chest. His hands gently stroked my hair. I had been crying so hard that I didn't even notice him pulling over to the freeway's shoulder. He rocked me in his arms, and whispered, "Shh, it's okay. I'm not going to abandon you. Shh."

"That's...not..." I sobbed, trying to speak. I started to hiccup. "I'm...my mother! I'm just as...bad! I'm a...a whore!"

"No you're not," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "You're a Goddess, not a whore. You and Mike were just dating. You didn't marry him. You guys didn't have any kids. You didn't abandon your family to go have fun." I nodded and hiccuped. My tears stopped and I sniffed loudly; I rubbed at my eyes, wiping tears away.

"And your dad never treated your mom badly, right?" Mark asked. "He never was an asshole to her, like Mike was to you?"

I shook my head. "Dad loved her. They never even fought. I had thought they were in love. Me and my sisters were always catching them kissing and cuddling. I thought she loved him, too."

"And did Mike ever love you? Or did he just love sleeping with you?"

I blinked, looking back at my relationship. Mike had always been at me for sex, but I had to badger him to take me out on dates or just to spend time with me. And I never felt half as intensely about Mike as I did for Mark. My feelings for him were a candle compared to the bonfire I felt for Mark. My eyes widened; it had just been teenage lust. Mike had popped my cherry, and I had thought that meant we were in love.

Mark was right. I smiled in relief. Thank God, I wasn't my mother.

"Thank you," I whispered. Then I smiled at him. "I love you, Mark."

Mark kissed my cheek, tasting the salt of my tears. Then he was kissing my neck, nibbling and sucking and probably leaving a hickey to match the one he gave me earlier. There was a click and my seat belt unbuckled. I watched in confusion as Mark leaned back into his seat and pulled out his hard cock. Then he pulled out off the shoulder and back onto the freeway, accelerating quickly. He grinned at me and I licked my lips, realizing what Mark wanted me to do.

"I've always wanted to have my cock sucked while driving," he confided in me.

Mark had been so sweet to me--far more than Mike ever had been--so I was more than happy to fulfill his fantasy.

I bent over, lowering my face into his lap and sucked the pink tip into my mouth. I traced the mushroom head with my tongue, feeling it balloon in my mouth. His cock tasted of my pussy, sweet and spicy. A semi-truck honked his horn as he passed and I grew wet knowing he could see me sucking my lover's cock; I rubbed my sticky thighs together in pleasure.

"That's it, Mare," he moaned.

I was making him happy, and that left a warm feeling inside me. I wanted this to be special, so I relaxed my throat and lowered my mouth all the way down his shaft until his pubic hair tickled my lips and nose. I rose up, lips rubbing the ridge of his cock head, tongue playing with his urethra.

I sucked hard; Mark groaned, "Fuck that's good! Your mouth's amazing, Mare."

I deep-throated him again and settled into a slow rhythm, rising up and playing with his head, then slowly devouring his cock, sucking hard. I cupped his balls, feeling their round hardness in his sack. His hand gripped the back of my head, and he forced me up and down faster and harder. His balls tightened in my hands and I knew he was about to cum. I slid my mouth up so only the tip was inside my lips.

"Gonna cum, Mare!" he moaned.

His cum was thick and salty. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it poured in swifter than I could handle. Warm spunk escaped my lips, running down his shaft. He groaned again and--

The car swerved wildly; I almost bit his cock in surprise. I sat up, cum running down my chin.

"What happened?" I asked as I scooped up the white and sticky cum with my fingers and licked them clean.

"I...uh..." he panted, still coming off his orgasm. "That was amazing, but we probably shouldn't do that again."

"Why," I asked, buckling my seat belt.

"I almost wrecked the car when I came."

I giggled, "Yeah, maybe we shouldn't do that again." My pussy was still on fire and I rubbed my thighs together, my clit pressing against my flesh.

"You need to cum, Mare?"

I nodded.

Mark exited freeway and merged onto Meridian. "Well, I know just how to satisfy you."

"How?" I asked, squeezing my thighs hard together.

His grin was full of promise.

Mark Glassner

Mary's questioning look was so cute as I turned my car off Meridian, the main street that ran from Graham, north through South Hill, down the hill into Puyallup, and then up North Hill to King County. I pulled into a strip mall across the street from the South Hill Mall, and parked in front of the Heavenly Creatures Salon.

"What are we doing here?" Mary asked, a nervous smile on her beautiful face.

"Well, don't take this the wrong way, Mare, but I like my pussies smooth."

"You want me to get waxed?" she asked, and I nodded. She bit her lip. "Well, I have shaved my pussy once for Mike. It had been uncomfortable, and I got a bad case of razor burn. It was such a bad experience that I put my foot down when he asked me to do it again." She grimaced. "He was an asshole for a week straight after that."

"What a dick."

Maybe I should have had a talk with Mike, and taught him how to treat woman right. Fuck, what a hypocrite I was, I just made three women fuck me, and here I was judging Mike. But he had treated this beautiful woman so poorly; a coal of anger smoldered inside me.

"But I can do it for you," she smiled. "If it will make you happy."

"It would." I took her hand, kissed it. "But you don't have to."

"I want to make you happy, Mark." Her smile turned naughty. "You're my stallion, and I'm your naughty mare."

Laughing, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "You can get whatever wax you want, I would just love for your pussy lips to be smooth and bare."

"I'm feeling kinda excited," she admitted. "It had felt nice having a bare pussy. Before the razor burn set in."

We walked into the salon. It reeked of nail polish remover and hair spray, and I felt a little light-headed; I hated these places. I took another breath of chemicals and almost felt like vomiting. I had planned on sticking around and watching, but maybe not. Well, I did want to pop over to the Buy Best and pick up a new phone; mine was more than a few years out of style.

"Please sign in," a bored receptionist said, pointing at a clipboard. She was Vietnamese, Thai, or Cambodian, with a round, beautiful face and dark eyes made all the more exotic by their almond shape.

The reception area was covered in shelves hawking shampoos, conditioners, makeup, skin care products, lotions, body washes, hairsprays, and a few other feminine products that I didn't recognize. A few chairs occupied one wall before a small end table strewn with various gossip and fashion magazines; two middle-aged women sat reading magazines as they waited.

"What's your name?" I asked the receptionist.

"Malai," she answered, looking up and smiling.

"Good, stand over there," I pointed to the wall; she obeyed politely. Then I walked to the curtain of beads that divided the reception area from the salon proper. It was full of Asian women--Vietnamese, Thai, or Cambodians--washing hair, painting nails, giving pedicures, and a dozen other odd jobs to the various White women lounging in chairs. "Everyone up front!"

A chorus of "Yes," "Okay," and "Right away," answered me and within a few minutes I had all the girls that worked in the salon lined up before us while the customers watched. There were some cute ladies working here that just made my cock harder, and if it wasn't for that terrible, chemical smell, I'd do something about it.

I glanced at Mary; she had a hungry look in her green eyes. Buried inside this wonderful woman was a soul as perverted as mine, and all it took was a few commands to free her inner depravity. "Which one would you like to eat your pussy?" I asked her.

She grinned. "You must really want me to enjoy getting waxed."

"I do."

"Fine with me," she purred, looking them over. "There are some pretty girls to choose from."

I nodded; they were all mostly Southeast Asians. I eyed them over, lusting after their pretty faces and the curves of their bodies. I licked my lips, thinking about the tall girl with bubblegum-pink hair, a pair of large breasts straining at her loose blouse, on her knees sucking my cock with her lush lips. Another girl combined plump curviness with a sultry smile. Mary went straight for the petite, Vietnamese woman with the doll face and shy eyes. It was a good choice; she was stoking my fires. The Vietnamese woman wore tight, pink jeans that hugged her ass and rode low on her hips, and a flowery, low-cut halter top showed off a small pair of breasts.

"This one, Mark."

I pointed at her and motioned her over. "What's your name?"

"Joy," she answered. Her voice was rich and musical, like a songbird.

"Well, Joy, I want you to give Mary whatever type of wax she wants for free." Joy nodded in agreement. "After you're finished, I want you to eat her pussy until she cums."

"Yes, sir," Joy answered, and flushed shyly.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" I asked her. She shook her head.

"Oh, fuck, I get to be her first," moaned Mary. "I about creamed my panties. I get to pop her lesbian cherry!"

What a wonderful creature.

"Everyone," I said loudly, "Joy and Mary's lovemaking will be perfectly normal." I paused, a depraved thought filled my mind and a grin split my face. "In fact, stylist if a client ever asks you to perform a sex act on them, do it. And enjoy doing it." I turned to the customers. "Ladies, I want you to enjoy yourselves. Have these girls get you off at least once."

The customers--mostly middle-aged women, but there was one hot twenty-year old--eyed the stylists speculatively. The stylist giggled back, licking their lips and preening. I really wished I could stick around, but the damn chemicals in the air were really getting to me.

I turned back to Joy, and ordered, "Do whatever Mary tells you to do. No questions asked." Joy nodded. "In fact, that goes for all of you. Obey Mary no matter what."

Mary kissed me on the lips. "Thank you."

"Have fun," I told her, patting her ass.

"You're not staying to watch?" Disappointment filled her voice. "You're not going to stick around? There are some pretty girls working here."

"Sorry, I can't stand the smell. It's making me a little sick to my stomach," I told her, giving a regretful glance at some of the stylist. "I'm going to go buy a new phone. I'll meet back up with you in a little bit."​