Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 71

The Confrontation

"All set," I asked Violet through gritted teeth. I was balls deep in Lillian, the salesgirl at the Hot Topic, ass nearing my orgasm.

"Yes, Master," Violet asked. She looked cute and sexy in a black, halter top dress with a short, gauzy skirt and black knee socks held up by garters encircling her pale thighs. "I've never worn something so... revealing before," she said, holding the edge of skirt that barely fell past her ass.

"Bend over, Violet," I ordered, enjoying Lillian's tight ass.

Violet blushed. "Okay, Master."

Violet bent over and her skirt rose up, exposing her slim, teenage ass and the curly hairs covering her cunt. Her pubic hairs glistening with juices and the tight slit of her pussy was just visible. I started fucking Lillian's ass hard as I stared at her cunt, remembering how tight it had been on my dick in the elevator. Violet was a virgin when I took her last night. Only my cock had ever been in her tight cunt, and I planned on keeping it that way.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned, buried my cock deep in Lillian's hot ass and shot a loud of cum deep into her bowels.

"Cum in my ass!" Lillian moaned. "Oh, fuck! Master's cum is spraying my ass! Yes, oh fuck, that feel so fucking good!" She shuddered and came on my cock. Outside Hot Topic, the crowd of teenage boys filming us cheered and applauded.

Violet looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Did seeing my vagina make you curm, Master?"

"Yeah, seeing your pussy, did," I said, emphasizing pussy. Hopefully, Violet would realize that dirty sluts didn't have vaginas; only cunts, twats, snatches, or pussies.

I pulling my dirty cock out of Lillian and Violet knew just what to do. She walked behind the counter and knelt before me, not even flinching at where my cock had just been, and sucked it right into my mouth. I gripped her pig tails and fucked her face violently. I had been looking forward to using her pigtails as handlebars and I didn't last long. Five strokes into her warm mouth and I flooded her with my cum. She coughed, semen running down her lips.

Thank you, Master," she said, wiping at her watery eyes.

Lillian bent down and licked the cum off Violet's lips. I had trained her well, too. "Remember to make the sex tape," I told her.

"Yes, Master," Lillian purred.

Lillian bagged the purchase. Unlike last time, I paid with money from the bank robberies. I then slipped a hundred dollar bill down Lillian's dress, groping her tit and hard nipple. "Get something naughty to wear for your date with Zelda."

She smiled and rose up on her toes to kiss me. "Sluts don't kiss their masters with cum on their lips," I told her and kissed her forehead. I didn't mind so much when Mary kissed me with my cum on her lips. She was my fiancee, the love of my life. But Lillian was just another slut.

"Sorry, Master," Lillian said contritely.

Violet gathered her bags and we headed to the Mustang, still guarded by the group of teenage boys. I gave each a hundred for their time. We had a hard time squeezing Violet's clothes bags into the trunk because of all the duffel bags full of money I had stolen from a couple of Banks today. The engine roared to life and I peeled out of the parking lot and caught the light at Meridian and raced east up 37th Ave towards Shaw Road and the house took from Brandon Fitzsimmons. The fact I stole his wife, a voluptuous Latina named Desiree, was just icing on the cake.

My phone chirped and I handed it to Violet. "Its a text from Mistress," she said. "It says, 'Hun, just got home. Meeting with Alice went well, tell ya all the juicy details later!' There's a Smiley face. When will you be home? Love, your naughty filly! And a kissy face."

So. Mary had some fun this afternoon, too. I couldn't wait to here about it and then tell her all about the bank tellers I fucked today,

including a hot bitch named Monica who came on my cock willtalking to her husband on the phone. "Text her, 'Home in 5, Mare.

Love, your randy stallion!""

Violet's fingers flew across the touch keyboard on my phone. Christ, how did anyone type that fast on a phone? She texted the message faster than it took me to say it. I gunned the engine, and we roared up 37th St, when a siren blared behind me and I jumped, seeing red and blue lights in my review mirror. Shit! I guess it's going to to longer than five minutes, I thought as I pulled off onto a side street.

As I walked up to the front door my phone buzzed and I got a text back from Mark. "Home in 5, Mare. Love, your randy stallion!" it simply said. I smiled happily. I couldn't wait to get Mark in bed and tell him all about the fun I had with Alice. Putting my phone back in my purse, I reached for the front door, humming happily to myself.

I frowned, it was dark Inside. And quiet. I flipped the light switch on the wall. Nothing. I flipped it a few more times. The light must be bumed out. I stepped into the entryway. "Hello," I called. No one answered. Frowning, I wondered if Desiree and the three waitress weren't back from shopping. But Allison should be home. "Allison! Get your slutty ass down here!"

Nothing. I had a weird feeling in my stomach and sat my purse down on an end table next to the door and headed down the short hallway into the living room. It was dark in here, too. The heavy curtains draped the windows, blocking the sunlight. I could see forms standing in the corners of the room. Was Mark playing a prank on me? Some sort of sex game?

"What's going on?" I asked the shadowy forms, stepping out of the hallway into the living room.

A lamp flickered on and saw the sluts arranged around the room. Allison stood to my right, just inside the living room. There was Desiree, clutching a bat, and Korina holding a rolling pin. What the fuck was up with that, I asked myself? Xiu crouched to my left and Fiona stood in the hallway towards the kitchen. And sitting on the couch, naked, was a girl, maybe eighteen, that I didn't recognize. She had a pair of fuzzy, pink handcuffs clutched in her hand. I smiled, eying the girl up and down, drinking in her beauty. She was hot. Mark must have set up some sort of sex game, and I licked my lips in excitement. The strange girl had light brown hair that fell in curly locks about her shoulders. Her eyes were gray and widened in stunned surprise. Her breasts were well-shaped and pert, B Cups, and her waist was slim.

"Warlock," the girl muttered in surprise.