Fallen From Grace (closed for RainingHeat)

[RainingHeat]

He had laid down next to her now, arm draped over what was his property. Did he even realize what that meant?? She knew exactly what she meant when she called him Master and herself nothing more this his animal, his pet, his plaything. Well, her curse certainly knew. Mirshann the angel was ashamed. Mirshann the cursed whore, that was a whole other story. How the hell was she going to deal with this???

At least she knew his name.

"Grant. Grant Levinson."

Did Grant Levinson have any clue what lay next to him, and just how much power he had over her??? The Angel part of her hoped NOT. Prayed NOT.

"You called me Master, Mirshann. What now? Is there more to this than just fucking you till neither of us can move anymore?"

More? Of course there was more. There was life. She was his, bound to him, for the rest of his life. He would be 85 years old, she would still look as she does now, still begging him for pleasure, still wanting, needing, hungering for sex, with him!!! Did he even have a clue??? And what would happen when he died? What would her fate be then? A loneliness so all encompassing that the pain would render her useless, render her numb?

No, she would not think about that. Just the here and now.

"More?" she said quietly. "This is not a one night thing, Master... Grant" she did like his name for some reason. A strong name. "I have no where to go, I have no one, only you. I serve you. Would you cast me aside?"

The thought sent the coldest of chill thru her, and even woke up her hunger, her need. She was still too satiated to act on it, but it was there.

"Would you cast me aside, after I fucked you until you screamed?? Would you cast me aside knowing that I can please you any way you desire? Any fantasy you have ever entertained, I can do? When you cum, I cum. When you scream, I scream. When you desire, I desire. I am bound to you." She almost sounded nuts, and he more than likely thought she was. This poor kid. He more than likely nothing more than an innocent caught in her... HER... web. She suddenly felt ... bad. Maybe it would have been better off if some lowlife had found her. At least that soul was already corrupted. This kid, Mirshann did not think he was corrupted at all, just a little geeky is all.

Her voice lowered, purring, soft, seductive. "keep me, and I will make all your most deviant fantasies come true.. trust me" The tip of her tongue lapping at her pinkened lips. She let her head lay back, slowly she guided him down, to her breast, where her nipple peaked, soft, inviting. "go ahead" she cajoled. She was not looking for sex, just contact. "suckle... and sleep" she crooned... fingers gently raking thru his hair.

 

[dryfter]

"This is not a one night thing, Master... Grant"

Had she read his thoughts? For a moment, their eyes met. There was so much to this woman he didn't know.....

"I have no where to go, I have no one, only you. I serve you. Would you cast me aside?"

"No relatives who would miss you, nothing?!"

To be honest, he was taken aback completely. Was she lying to him? How could that even be possible. Even if it were possible, a sexy woman like this could easily get a job and a place of her own working the myriad of casinos that peppered the arid landscape here. Failing that, there was the brothels.

Grant shivered. He didn't want to think of her working in a brothel. He really didn't want to think of that.

"Would you cast me aside, after I fucked you until you screamed?? Would you cast me aside knowing that I can please you any way you desire? Any fantasy you have ever entertained, I can do? When you cum, I cum. When you scream, I scream. When you desire, I desire. I am bound to you."

"Any way I desire?"

He was skeptical, and understandably so. Every woman he'd ever come across promised the world, but that world had always come at a terrible price if it even existed at all. Her haughty promises did nothing but make him want to distance himself from her.....like she was a viper, eyeing up a nervous eyed little mouse.....

"Keep me, and I will make all your most deviant fantasies come true.. trust me."

Trust me. Famous last words. Words that sent a shiver down his spine. Did he really trust her? Definitely not. She was too off kilter with her behavior, and it was unlikely he'd become trusting until he saw much more stability than what she had displayed to this point. Still....he remained silent. There was always the chance that he'd just gotten her pregnant, and the distrust at the thought that it might have been that very act that she'd wanted all along.

But why then the Master shit? She'd have what she wanted and could just leave. This was all so confusing, was she serious? Or was he being taken advantage of. The indecision must have shown on his face, as her arm moved slightly along his bare back to curl around him. Grant didn't fight her, merely looked in askance as she drew him down with her......

That voice. It was such honey, silken and yet full of steamy desire when she used it.....

It wasn't next to her that she led him.....but atop her. As if she herself was his pillow, she guided him to her breast. It was impossible to miss how her nipples were still semi-hard....seeming to swell even more proudly just from knowing he gazed at them.

"Go ahead."

He couldn't possibly go another round. He was exhausted beyond belief, for a moment he hesitated, amazed that she could even consider such a thing. Until he realized that she was worn as well.....

"Suckle... and sleep."

For the first time, Grant blushed softly, his eyes widening....more so when she found it amusing. She was practically asking him to nurse from her, as if he were an infant. He had no clue that in her eyes....he practically was. And yet....what would it hurt? Was it really worth objecting over? Seeing how she'd react if he denied her? He was tired.....and even if he did or didn't honor her request to be suckled......her natural pillows looked inviting. A moment later, and her fingers were running softly through his hair, massaging his scalp. Grant could feel the tension slipping away from his body as he sighed.....his cheek settling gently onto her.....turning just a little.....

His lips found her small bud....pulling on it gently.....coaxing it back to full stiffness and slipping it inside his mouth. He wanted to sleep.....wanted to close his eyes and let her continue to soothe him. Yet she had offered him this, and somehow he knew she would take pleasure from it as well. His mouth opened to engulf her warm flesh momentarily....his tongue flicking across her hardness as he suckled her......

When he released her finally.....it was with a soft sigh.....his male body sagging, supported by her own feminine one......

The slow rhythm of his breathing told her all she needed to know......

 

[RainingHeat]

She let her eyes roll back when his mouth engulfed her nipple, the suckling sensation sending small ripples of pleasure thru her. It was enough for the beast curse inside her to settle once more, as she too relaxed to enjoy the feeling.

When he released her nipple, his own breathing deepening, she knew he had fallen asleep. Hell, the kid must have been exhausted, she thought to herself. She was too. Normally, when in the heavens, sleep was not needed for angels. But she was among the mortals now, she would require both sleep and food. Not to stay alive. She was an angel after all. But to keep her strength, because the curse, and what she would endure, wanted, needed, required strength. Suffering required strength.

So she too let herself sleep then, beneath the weight of the mortal male.

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It was the light of the sun, long since risen, that woke her up. That and some incessant ringing of some annoying device. Mirshann knew some about the devices and toys of the mortals that lived below them. But, as she slowly pulled herself out from under his still sleeping form, she did not see a telephone of any kind. Grant shifted, but he did not stir. It was no wonder. She had literally fucked him into a state of deep, deep, sleep.

Climbing to her feet, slender fingers brushing thru her short (DAMN those Angels ) black hair. A shake of her head pushed the errant tendrils out of her eyes and face, she blinking her ebon eyes to focus. It took her only a minute to realize, she needed a drink, she could still taste his seed from last night on her lips, tongue, down her throat.

Finding the kitchen, she took a deep drink of water. The ringing had ceased, thank goodness, and now there was just silence again. Mirshann, wrapping her arms about her naked form, shook for a minute as she took in her situation. Never mind the taste that had been in her mouth, her pussy was still sticky with his and her own spent pleasures. God, how had it come to this.

"Because you deserve it" the words flooded her mind.

"Fuck YOU Suziel" she screamed back silently, this met by a malevolent laugh. "oh no sweet Mirshann, it is fuck you, anyone that HE allows, and of course HIM, whenever he wants it, where ever he wants it, however he wants it"

Mirshann took a towel from a nearby closet and wrapped it about her naked form. She felt better being covered, as if the beast curse was blinded, at least for a little while.

The ringing started again, drawing her back into the other room where Grant still slept, still not hearing that god awful sound.

Mirshann realized it was coming from the screen on the desk across the room. His computer. She quietly approached it, and when she touched the keyboard, the screen popped back to life from sleep mode. There was some kind of message, and a video showing on screen.

StantheMan: GRANT.. are you awake man??? Did you see the falling star, or whatever it was??? HEY, WHERE ARE YOU MAN?? It's all over the news. Check this out, I know you had to have seen this, it practically went OVER your CABIN!!! Message me will ya... And when the FUCK are you going to get a cell phone... God Damn it Grant, get with the TIMES!!!!

Below the message, was a video:

"Last night, just at sunset, many residents reported seeing a UFO flash across the sky." the woman's voice droned on "It apparently traveled several hundred miles, before crashing into the desert just outside of the "Fort Bayer" Army Military base. Representatives from Fort Bayer have denied that this "falling star" was any kind of military test of theirs. They could not comment, tho, if another branch perhaps was doing some testing. Officials also will not comment if anything was found, but rumors have been swirling that a crater, large enough for a good size meteor , has been located. The air space aound the base has been closed, so we at channel 3 news have not been able to get any visual proof, or confirmation from the Base Officials themselves. Stay tuned for more on this story as we get it"

StantheMan: ALIENS GRANT.. Close Encounters of the Third Kind!!!!! I wonder if any of them were female. I could use a good screwing man, and I know you could TO!!! Let's hit the brothels tonight. MESSAGE ME!!!

Aliens? Brothels? Who was this guy? A friend of Grant's?

"me, they are talking about me" she whispered to herself as she watched the video again.

 

[dryfter]

An errant sunbeam. That's what it took. The brightness shining through his lidded eyes to pierce the darkness of his dreams. The young author began to stir, groaning softly as every muscle in his body seemed to remind him at once just how overtaxed they had been the night previous. A night that seemed to rush back to him all too quickly.

He might have even thought it was a drunken fantasy. A hallucination. If not for the fact that he'd just woken up on his living room floor. Naked. Blurry eyes scanned the room.......easily picking up on his guest as she stared at his computer.....

His computer. What the hell?

"What are you doing?"

His voice sounded cross as he scrambled to his feet. His book was on his computer. His very business. And yet as he neared her angrily, he noticed almost immediately that it wasn't Office she had up, but a pop up text......

StantheMan: GRANT.. are you awake man??? Did you see the falling star, or whatever it was??? HEY, WHERE ARE YOU MAN?? It's all over the news. Check this out, I know you had to have seen this, it practically went OVER your CABIN!!! Message me will ya... And when the FUCK are you going to get a cell phone... God Damn it Grant, get with the TIMES!!!!

"Gah...how did I miss hearing this?"

He meant the chime of incoming messages of course, not the newscast. Not when he already knew what had been found in the crater even if he didn't know what had caused it. Idly, he clicked the news link and listened to what little the anchorwoman had to offer.

"Fort Bayer's getting involved, huh? That's going to be pleasant. Wonder what the chances are that they come here? I was out at that crater after all. That's where I found you."

He smiled somewhat sardonically, "Of course, if they come looking for meteor fragments or the like....which is what I honestly had been hoping to find....they're going to be sorely disappointed."

He took her by the hand then, casually glancing at the last message she had read.

ALIENS GRANT.. Close Encounters of the Third Kind!!!!! I wonder if any of them were female. I could use a good screwing man, and I know you could TO!!! Let's hit the brothels tonight. MESSAGE ME!!!

"Aliens. You're awfully pretty and way too human like to be an alien. Least you don't much look like one. Now come with me."

It wasn't a request. It was an order. And it didn't take him long to get to where they should have woken up this morning. He watched her as she took in the sight of his bed, his room.....his personal belongings.

"Now listen up. You said I'm you're master, right? And that you'd do anything I said? Well here's a little test seeing as how you're naked, and I don't have a scrap of clothing in the house for you yet.....if I bother getting any for you at all. If someone suddenly pounds on the door, you need to run in here and throw yourself into this bed."

A wry smile crossed his face at the sudden image.....yeah, he could actually get used to that if he was allowed to.

"The army won't question me having a lover over here. Might even expediate the process of searching me for moon rocks I don't have. And if you're in my bed, I won't have to explain why you're naked. Understand?"

 

[RainingHeat]

Sad... so sad... the corruption was already taking hold. She could see it in his eyes when they roamed over her naked body, the towel dropped as soon as she had heard him stirring into wakefulness.

"Fort Bayer's getting involved, huh? That's going to be pleasant. Wonder what the chances are that they come here? I was out at that crater after all. That's where I found you."

He smiled somewhat sardonically, "Of course, if they come looking for meteor fragments or the like....which is what I honestly had been hoping to find....they're going to be sorely disappointed."

"well, you will not have to lie, right" That was the truth, she was not a meteor nor did she ever plan on being one.

ALIENS GRANT.. Close Encounters of the Third Kind!!!!! I wonder if any of them were female. I could use a good screwing man, and I know you could TO!!! Let's hit the brothels tonight. MESSAGE ME!!!

"Aliens. You're awfully pretty and way too human like to be an alien. Least you don't much look like one. Now come with me."

He captured her hand and pulled her, not needed of course, she would have followed. She no longer had a choice. Altho she had to wonder what would happen if she did not do as he ordered. The thought played there for a moment and when it did, she felt a ball of icy coldness form in the depths of her, a very NOT pleasant feeling, and in fact, a ripple of excruciating pain followed. Then... it was gone, as was that particular thought for the moment.

"Now listen up. You said I'm you're master, right? And that you'd do anything I said? Well here's a little test seeing as how you're naked, and I don't have a scrap of clothing in the house for you yet.....if I bother getting any for you at all. If someone suddenly pounds on the door, you need to run in here and throw yourself into this bed."

She took in the room, pretty basic, a bed, a closet, a wardrobe with a mirror. A window over the bed that looked out into the desert. The bed was actually large, but it was more than painfully clear that only one side had been used for quite some time.

"The army won't question me having a lover over here. Might even expediate the process of searching me for moon rocks I don't have. And if you're in my bed, I won't have to explain why you're naked. Understand?"

"yes... Master" she purred, the hunger awakening. NO, NO, her inner voice screamed even as she pushed her naked form against him. But in truth, she desperately needed to shower. She fought back her urge and managed to beg "may your pet take a shower Master? please?"

Beg him to join you, do it, you want him, need him, again. Say it Mirshann, say it. Beg him to defile you in the shower.. DO IT!!!

She began to tremble as the words assaulted her, yet somehow, with an iron will of strength, she did not say anything, not yet at least. She felt her pussy spasm, clench, as if begging to be filled. Mirshann felt tears forming in her eyes. Was this what life was going to be, an endless need for sex? Constant? and when not fulfilled, then that empty feeling of desolation that already she was beginning to feel.

SHOWER she yelled the word in her head.

"please Master??"

 

[dryfter]

"May your pet take a shower Master? Please?"

He looked confused for a second. Then nodded his assent.

"The bathroom is...."

He chuckled softly. She already knew where the bathroom was. She had helped herself into his shower last night after all. That was how all of this had started.....

"Yes, Mirshann. You can take a shower."

He watched her slip past him, not missing the sexy little sashay of her hips as she slid by, the door closing behind her. So feminine, so damned alluring. In a way that those bustier women couldn't hope to be, at least in his mind.

Grant moved back to his own room. Rummaging through his drawers, he managed to lay out clothing for himself for the day. Clothing. He would now have to buy her some. Maybe.

What do you mean, maybe? She's a full grown woman, of course she needs clothes.

His thoughts raged inside his head.

She's also totally your personal little sex slave now. Does she really need clothing when her purpose in life is to please you?

Grant growled softly. He had better things to do than spend his time thinking about all of this. Fortunately, he could be preoccupied, and promptly made himself as such for a few minutes at least.....donning his clothing.

"Brothels. I swear all Stan thinks of is brothels. You'd think he's a virgin or something trying to get rid of his cherry. But nope, lost that years ago, just prefers to play russian roulette with his cock."

The silk button down slid easily over his head as he glanced at himself in the mirror. His shorts were nothing special, but just the touch if one wanted to go for the relaxed aspiring author look.

"Should know by now that I don't go to those things. I'm not that desperate."

 

[RainingHeat]

StantheMan: Hey, when you finally drag your ass outta bed, make sure you text me. Let's do a strip club!!!! I could go for a sexy little kitten dancing and grinding in my lap, and besides, it's cheaper and the booze is better!!!

He accented his text with a picture of the hottest strip club in the area, the Kitten Lounge.

Mirhsann, in the meantime, had stepped into the shower. The cool water felt so good cascading down over her heated skin. Just being near him had already awakened that damned curse, but the cool stream of water was keeping it at bay, barely. "you could go out there, all wet and soapy, slick, skin dripping" the voice coo'ed in her head. She paused, slamming her fist into the wall in a vain attempt to fight the urges that were already driving thru her. She put her face into the running water, desperate to quiet the voices that whispered to her.

"you need it, you need to feel him inside you again. Your so empty, go to him, beg him for his touch, his tongue, his cock"

Mirshann found herself stepping out of the shower, the soap rinsing from her skin, leaving her naked, dripping. She crossed the bathroom and back out into the main house, seeking him.

She found him in his bedroom, having just slipped on the silken shirt. She heard him talking to himself, but did not quite catch what he said. Mattered not to her anyways as she came up behind him, running her still wet hands up under his shirt, along his dry skin, leaving a path of moisture.

"Master" her voice was deep, husky "Your pet hungers" God, it was alive again, raging inside her. Her desperate need for him was almost all consuming, and having been wet, in the shower, touching herself as she washed, had only compounded her heat. Her wet naked body pressing into his as she stepped around front of him, grinding herself against him, wantonly, undulating, droplets of water slowly dancing down her flawless skin, one coming to rest upon the tip of a nipple. She nuzzled into the curve of his throat, letting her petal soft, dewey moist lips kiss along the skin, suckling lightly as she tasted, wanting to know his taste, his smell, his everything.

"please Master, I hunger, I thirst, I... need"

Another RING of the text on the computer accented her words.

StantheMan:OH SHIT... GRANT!! I am SO FUCKING HORNY! THE KITTEN LOUNGE TONIGHT. You know I've been drooling over that little blonde that dances there!!

Yeah, he had a one track mind.

 

[dryfter]

"Master."

He ignored her. He was in the middle of typing out a sharp retort to Stan. The man knew he hated brothels. Good recipe for a VD cocktail in his opinion even though he knew by law Vegas whores had to go through extensive medical screening. At least the legal ones working the ranches did.....

At least he had changed his mind at the last second and wanted to go to The Kitten Ranch instead.....a strip club with full frontal strippers. Because it was cheaper? Did Stan even realize how much money he blew on lapdances and cocktails every time he went there?

"Your pet hungers."

"Cheap and easy is not the way to go, Stan. Wait, huh?"

Her softly spoken words had finally reached him, and as he spun in the computer chair in which he sat, she was there.....and she was close......already reaching for him....her perfect full, desirable lips pursing slightly as she dipped in even closer to trace soft kisses along his bare skin.....

"Mirshann....."

She was dripping, slick and moist and deliciously hot to the touch as he reflexively raised a hand to her face, cocking his head slightly to give more of his neck to her.....and yes, sighing softly with pleasure as he felt her smooth tongue flick from between her lips to taste him.

"Its a good thing I never put clothes on, huh?"

StantheMan:OH SHIT... GRANT!! I am SO FUCKING HORNY! THE KITTEN LOUNGE TONIGHT. You know I've been drooling over that little blonde that dances there!!

Grant glanced back at the computer, annoyed now. If only his best friend could see how busy he was at the moment.....with a gorgeous woman that would put that little blonde of his to shame.

"Yeah, she's got bigger tits Stan.....but I bet she wouldn't do this for you....."

Thankfully he didn't type the words, left his computer largely ignored for now. She had gotten his attention and that would be the last time for a while Stan would get it back.....or so he thought, until one last thought came to mind......

Slowly, he turned back to the computer, his fingers typing a response even as he heard her moan her disappointment, her desire for him into his ear. Dammit, she was so close! He could smell his shampoo in her hair, and mixed with the scent of her arousal it was a heady aroma indeed.

He needed to fuck. NOW.

I'll be there. 8 pm when the lights go on. And I'll have something to show you.

He lifted his chin slightly, fingers entangling in her raven hair and pulling her to him from where she still teased, directing her lips to his before bruising them with a sudden coupling that spoke volumes of just what she was doing to him right now. Finally pulling away from the desk, the full sight of his hardened cock came into view.

"You're hungry huh? And should I take a guess what you need to be fed?"

He rose then, and as swiftly as she sank to her knees before him, he had her by the hair again.....gently pulling her back up, but not before she'd had the chance to slowly extend her tongue to him.....to get the barest of tastes, the memory of what he had done to her mouth and throat the night prior....

He came in close, releasing her.....his own mouth dipping low to find the hollow of her throat, delighting in her little gasp.....accentuated even more as his hands found her breasts to his liking once more.

"That little tramp Stan wants has nothing on you. Do you think she'd submit to him like you do to me? Maybe as long as he kept feeding her dollar bills."

His thumbs teased her nipples, and he gave them a soft pull. How he loved the feeling of them hardening beneath his touch, almost as much as he loved knowing he was the sole cause for her arousal.

"We....are going to have to get you some clothing today, pet. I wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun. You wouldn't want your master seeking pleasure in the company of other women tonight would you?"

Knees bent just a little and he dipped low.....taking a rosy crest into his mouth and suckling hard......humming his approval and sending the vibrations rippling across the sensitive nub as he thrashed it about with his tongue. He released her with a wet pop....

"You certainly do seem to like that, don't you? How are you doing down here, I wonder?"

A thin hand slipped between her thighs, cupping her sex, her arousal coating his palm almost instantly. The heel of his hand gave her tiny little love button a playful slap before retreating to let a long finger trace her slick groove until just the fingertip remained.

He gave her no warning as he moved forward again.....his middle finger sliding into her swiftly, and as deeply as it could reach.

"You're so tight, pet....even after last night, you're clutching this tiny little finger of mine. But we both know that's not enough for you, is it?"

 

[RainingHeat]

"We....are going to have to get you some clothing today, pet. I wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun. You wouldn't want your master seeking pleasure in the company of other women tonight would you?"

She could not answer. Hell. she barely heard what he was saying. Mirshann cried out when his head dipped, her nipple claimed, it was red, heated, swollen, she raking her slim fingers into and thru his hair and down his back as he suckled, nursed from her. She was rocking obscenely against him, hips moving, begging, her panting deepening until she could not even get her breath anymore. "oooooohhhh gooddddd" she moaned, eyes fluttering closed as the desire she felt washed thru every pore in her body, clung to every nerve ending.

"You certainly do seem to like that, don't you? How are you doing down here, I wonder?"

God, she was such a whore. The thought assaulted her mind, even as her body began to ride along his hand, hips swaying as she drenched his palm with her innermost juices, his finger pushing inside, velveteen walls pulsing, surrounding, gasping, she lifting one leg up an over his hip, allowing him deeper access into the cunt that he owned, that he commanded. She was effectively riding his hand now, as he fucked her with his middle finger, her breaths coming in panting gasps.

"You're so tight, pet....even after last night, you're clutching this tiny little finger of mine. But we both know that's not enough for you, is it?"

"You, I need you Master" she whimpering, pleading. She was digging into his shoulders with her nails, one hand once more curling into his blonde hair, pulling his head to hers, her lips hungered for his kiss, her tongue slithering deeply inside his mouth, tasting his words, nearly raping his tongue as she sought to either crawl inside him, or pull his finger even deeper into the searing depths of her sex.

Her wetness was free flowing, sopping, her skin flush in her heat. She purring into the passionate kiss, the sound vibrating across her tongue and lips to his.

Already she was close to climaxing, her body shaking uncontrollably.

 

[dryfter]

"Cum for me, you dirty bitch."

He worked his finger in and out of her, wriggling it inside her, stroking the same inner walls that struggled to clamp down on it and coax it ever deeper inside her hungry cunt. God how he loved to see her respond like this.....panting....needing....admitting to him that she wanted his cock in the worst way right now.

For a brief moment, he actually felt sorry for Stan. He probably spend all evening shelling out dough to that blonde stripper he liked so much, and wouldn't even get a second glance when it ran out.

Just as quickly, he went back to what he was doing. And what he was doing, was driving her crazy. She moaned and bucked against him.....he loved that she threw a leg around him, curling about his own hip for support. She had to be strong to stay standing on that one leg even as she fucked his finger as if it were his cock.

"Cum for me. And maybe I'll fuck you. Maybe I'll stick this big hard cock in that pussy of yours and stretch you out again."

Where was all this coming from? It was so unlike him. Then again, it was VERY unlike him to be on the receiving end of such a woman's affections. Very unlike him to be called master by anyone, much less anyone as sexual as she was.

It seemed she heeded his every command.....and he smiled as she cried out, shaking and trembling.....quivering and begging. This was fun. A certain enjoyment he'd never thought of before, yet was determined to relish for as long as he could.

"Get down on all fours, present yourself to me if you really want your master's cock."

 

[RainingHeat]

"Cum for me, you dirty bitch."

God.. NO... NO NO... She did not want him to have THAT kind of control. Yet he had uttered the words, commanded her to obey and even tho her mind was howling at her not to, her body, and that beast of a curse within, was snickering wildly, as she went taut against him, quivering, as the orgasm climbed, ascended to a crescendo that crashed thru her with such force, that if she had not been holding onto his shoulders, she would have fallen into a writhing heap on the floor.

"Cum for me. And maybe I'll fuck you. Maybe I'll stick this big hard cock in that pussy of yours and stretch you out again."

"OHHHHH GODDDDD" her scream echoed. If anyone were even remotely close by, they would have heard her wanton, excited, heaving cry of pure carnal lust. Her climax shook her to the core, yet another flood of searing heat came forth, flowing over his finger and palm as her body bucked and shook against him. Every nerve ending felt as if it were exploding. And when it waned, it left her weak and panting, her breathing coming in short, hard gasps.

Yet, even as weakened as she was, when she heard his words, she obeyed.

"Get down on all fours, present yourself to me if you really want your master's cock."

She allowed herself to glide down his body, feeling his finger slip free of the grasp of her still quivering pussy. She wished she could just curl up into a ball and NOT have to do any of this. She felt more than guilty about the kid, just his choice of words were scaring her. She was an angel, she was not supposed to CORRUPT the mortals, she was supposed to try and SAVE them.

She came to her knees at his feet, and lowered to brush her trembling lips along each one, before turning.... she crawled just a couple of feet away from him, stopped, and let her legs slide apart, hips lifting, as she lay her own head to the floor. The curve of her ass, the flesh perfect, smooth, soft, the reddened lips of her sex, swollen, heated, the dripping slit of her entrance, the dark tight hole to her inner tightness, all were exposed for him. She was open, quivering, and she even began to invitingly roll her hips slightly.

"mount me Master, mount me and ride your pet, your bitch, mate me Master, fill me with your seed until I can take no more. Make me scream for you Master, make me scream my lust for you"

 

[dryfter]

"Mount me Master, mount me and ride your pet, your bitch, mate me Master, fill me with your seed until I can take no more. Make me scream for you Master, make me scream my lust for you"

He certainly hadn't needed an invitation. He had told her to get down there for one reason, and one reason alone. Mirshann had barely gotten the request out of her honeyed throat and he was filling her, piercing her to her heated core, stretching her as he invaded her tight, willing cunt.....his own peaked lust stripping away the gentleness he might have used normally.

He gripped her hips then, pulling her hard against himself as he speared into her hard. Stroking her deepest parts with a savage finesse, the sound of her wetness and their two bodies colliding, each of them grunting and moaning with each collision. He wasn't as deep as he had been when she had been on her back.....but here he could really feel her muscles working against him, rippling around him.....milking him to feed her desire, a desire she'd already voiced.

Would he? Would he risk cumming inside her again? Had she the right to tell him to?

"Play with yourself....strum that naughty little clit.....reach down there and feel where we are joined. Know that I'm taking you and you're mine now, Mirshann."

He was no longer surprised when she did what he asked.....already feeling the welcome quivers and trembling in her body, practically vibrating against his cock as she massaged it with her silken sheath.

"I've never met a whore that could fuck this good."

It was a compliment, a reward for her....and his eternal shame at the same time. Despite his high morals, and general disregard for such women, he had been desperate enough to go that route.....more than once. Yet it was true. The woman beneath him wasn't simply lying there with her cheeks spread for him, waiting to be taken.....she was into it herself.....grinding, moaning, sweating, and lord only knew dripping.....she begged for his cum. He'd yet to hear a prostitute do that.

His own loins burned, his balls heavy and trembling as the gave her a gentle slap at the end of each fevered pounding. What did she do to him? He had cum three times just hours ago, and yet she had him ready to bust a nut again within just minutes!

"You're already mated, Mirshann. I accept you as mine. And as mine, you will give me everything you have to offer. Is that understood?"

Could she feel him swelling slightly within her? He was hot enough right now that he felt feverish.

He pulled out of her. Left her gasping and shaking, reaching instead for his own cock.....stroking as he burst over her.....her pale ass, the small of her back.....the strongest pulse splashing pearlescent white across her shoulder.

"Was that what you wanted? Did you want that inside you, pet?"

He wasn't cruel.....he moved to her....gently stroking her damply matted hair.....lifting a finger to his lips to taste her sweat. Salty. Delicious. It smelled like her, a scent he knew he'd enjoy for a long time.....

"Pets must prove themselves good and loyal to get rewarded, yes?"

A soft glimmer of hope. A carrot dangled before her eyes.

"Take a shower, Mirshann. Know that the look of my cum decorating your sexy, seductive features pleases me greatly. But for now, it has to come off. Do try not to get worked up again while you're in there, ok? We've an interesting day ahead of us."

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When she emerged, she smelled so fresh.....so clean. It was almost enough to make him want to dirty her again. Almost. Instead.....he presented her with clothing.

He had meant what he had said yesterday, that he had no clothing fit for a woman to wear. But what he did have....was almost unfit for him to wear as well. A long, brown trenchcoat. A hand me down from his grandfather, an old school railroad detective. Though just a jacket, it would cover her long enough for the two of them to find some better clothes, more...suitable clothes.

He only hoped she could withstand knowing that everyone on the way there was going to be looking at her and probably laughing.

 

[RainingHeat]

Mirshann was keening now, a long, deep moaning sound that came flowing from her lips. Each thrust of his cock, each pounding of his hips into her own, adding a low grunting cry to that sound. His first lunge into her had been so hard, he had knocked the breath right out of her, she gasping, trying to regain air...

His body slammed into her own, she having to physically tense to keep from being pushed forward, and all the while, she bucked back to his advances, wanting to feel his cock impale her, all the way into the grasp of her womb.

"Play with yourself....strum that naughty little clit.....reach down there and feel where we are joined. Know that I'm taking you and you're mine now, Mirshann."

God, his words sent shivers coursing thru her, touching every fiber of her being. She did not hesitate, given she were in the middle of this, hesitation would never be an option, to shift ever so slightly and glide one hand down, and then up to where her hips were raised, legs widely spread, where his cock hammered into her, never wavering, never ceasing, never slowing, each time he withdrew for that second, a wave of wetness would follow and spill out... Her fingertips easily found her swollen, aroused, throbbing clit, and when she began to touch, caress, pinch it, she nearly shook herself out of her very skin. The alternating sensations of sharp pain and mind numbing pleasure rolled thru her in waves, crashing over her, again and again.

"I've never met a whore that could fuck this good."

That almost gave her pause.

A whore...

She had fallen so far, in such a short time. She was a whore. How could she have ever let this happen???

"You're already mated, Mirshann. I accept you as mine. And as mine, you will give me everything you have to offer. Is that understood?"

"YESSSSS MASTER" she was so near climaxing, so near her orgasm taking hold, that she could barely draw breath. Her body was on fire, a sheen of her heat gleaming on her skin, her rocking, bucking, to his thrusting hips never ceasing, the searing sheathe of her sex gripping, tightening, the satin walls inside her rippling around his shaft as it moved within, molding to him, wetness melting over him...

Her release came with a sudden shock of energy. She began shaking, her fingers still working over her clit, and his cock still within her. Her desire filled scream let loose as she came, the climax exploding inside her, taking her breath, violently rattling thru her as the orgasm careened over the edge. She flooded his cock, as he pulled free from her, the wetness slipping forth to run down her inner thighs.

When her pussy released him, she cried out, a desolate sound that escaped her lips. Why, why was he pulling out??? It was as of her climax had been stopped in the very middle, her body suddenly empty...

She felt, and heard, his own release, the warmth of his seed coating her skin. Panting, Mirshann revelled in the feeling, wanting to reach around and spread it all over her if she could.

"Pets must prove themselves good and loyal to get rewarded, yes?"

She shook her head slowly. Of course, she would have to deserve to be rewarded, she would have to deserve to have the ultimate pleasure of feeding his, and tasting his.. desire.

"Take a shower, Mirshann. Know that the look of my cum decorating your sexy, seductive features pleases me greatly. But for now, it has to come off. Do try not to get worked up again while you're in there, ok? We've an interesting day ahead of us."

She was panting as she lifted her head up, ever so slowly, her short black hair wild from where he had grasped it.

"yes ... Master"

She was spent as well. She could have curled up into a ball right there and slept. But that was not what he wanted.

She got to her feet and slowly, with his cum coating her hips, back, even her shoulder, her own wetness dripping down her inner thighs, she made her way back to the bathroom.

The shower felt good, cooling, and calming. She took her time to clean herself, and once done, emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped about her naked form. He had said to NOT work him up again, she was obeying his order.

He presented her with a trenchcoat. For a minute, Mirshann just stared at it. He wanted her to wear this? But???? why not one of his dress shirts, she could belt it, look like a short dress??? She stepped back, with a very questioning look on her face.

"Master??"

 

[dryfter]

"Put it on."

Her hesitation only served to irritate him. And he was already irritated long before she returned to him dressed in only a towel.

He had plenty of clothing. Some of which could probably be modified to look good on her. The problem was.....he hadn't decided if he wanted her to look good or not. A part of him wanted to parade her through the streets of Vegas, to let every citizen know she was his, and just how fucking good she looked.....to whisper in their ears that he was fucking her and they couldn't have any. Yes, he could be childish that way sometimes.

But another part of him wanted her all to himself. Didn't want others to touch, like perverts are wont to do. She was his. She had pledged herself to him. That made her his responsibility if her pledge was to be taken seriously. She had to be protected, and what better way to do that currently than to not show her off? Sure she'd be awkward, would attract a few stares......

Maybe even humiliated a little. Just how far would she go for him anyway?

He settled on a little bit of both. He would test her now.....see if she could endure.....and then flaunt her at that evening's date with Stan. In fact, Grant couldn't wait to see the look on his best friend's face as he strolled into The Kitten Lounge with her on his arm, hell half wrapped around him if he wanted. Not to mention the looks on the strippers.....she'd be a pretty good sign they wouldn't be getting any money from him tonight. Though it wouldn't be a surprise if a few showed interest in her too.....he'd long known that quite a few of the girls there swung both ways.

Yes. This could be amusing.

"C'mon....let's get in the jeep. We're going to go shopping!"

As a late thought, he snagged a pair of slippers for her. This wasn't going to be a walk he wanted her to take barefoot after all. It was hard to keep the excitement out of his voice as he thought about all the sexy little outfits she could model for him. Hell...he was getting hard again just thinking about it.

The dust from their departure had barely settled before it was kicked up again......an olive green SUV pulling up sharply right next to his cabin......the US ARMY symbol displayed prominently on its doors.

There was nobody around to hear a slightly annoyed feminine voice speak up as she addressed the burly black man standing next to her.

"Fuck. Looks like we just missed him."

 

[RainingHeat]

To be honest, she did not want to wear that foul thing. It was long, a hideously ugly color, and smelled, well... old..

"Put it on."

She wanted to say NO... she wanted to beg for something else to wear. She was an angel after all, well she used to be. She was a fallen now. She deserved that ugly, old, thing he wanted her to wear, didn't she..

It slipped over her shoulders. It was huge on her, but the belt in the middle helped alittle, she tying it tightly. The front opened dangerously low, the curve of her naked breasts easily seen. The important parts were covered tho, so given it was Vegas, no one could really complain.

The outfit was complete with a pair of slippers. She felt her cheeks coloring slightly, but she stayed silent. He seemed content, and that was what mattered to her. He being pleased, he being happy, he wanting pleasure, from her... because then she got pleasure, and she so desperately needed that from him... Just the thought started her getting wet again, the moisture lightly coating her pussy lips.

"C'mon....let's get in the jeep. We're going to go shopping!"

That actually sounded good to Mirshann, not that she had ever been "shopping" before. What sounded good to her was getting out, into the fresh air, seeing people. Mirshann had always loved watching people when she was an angel. Before the Demon had consumed all her time, she had spent hours observing people interacting. The others sometimes thought she was foolish, but she liked it.

And it was not lost on Mirshann that she could have easily been found by a sexual deviant. The angels knew there were plenty of those. She could have been locked in a basement, slave to a pervert, never to see the daylight, to service him when he wanted, and whoever he wanted. Not that Grant would not do that to her too, because she could already see the corruption that was slowly taking hold. Poor kid. An innocent. She got lucky and had an innocent kid find her. But then again, can one corrupt someone who is pure? Or does there have to be some seed of ..... unclean.... in there somewhere??

The jeep bounced and jolted it's way to the highway, then sped into the City. Mirshann knew Vegas. Alot of sin in Vegas. All the angels knew Vegas. As he raced down the streets, she looked around, at the glowing, flashing signs, the cars starting, stopping, the people, so many people, hustling about. She was sitting practically on top of him, one leg on either side of the floor shifter, leaning into him, her hand resting on his thigh, gently rubbing, a bit higher, and a bit higher. As she saw something new up close (as opposed to from up above), her delighted gasp would tickle his ear with a warm wash of her breath.

 

[dryfter]

It was kind of amusing, watching her. Despite her shoddy clothing, she had put that aside and Mirshann actually seemed to be enjoying herself. Grant knew he should have found it strange that she acted like an out of state tourist, but then again.....maybe she was?

Still....that didn't explain her hand on his thigh.....which kept seeming to creep higher up his leg. It didn't explain how her legs were spread wide.....he knowing she wore absolutely nothing under that coat. The thought alone, and the position she was in gave him an evil idea. If she was intentionally teasing him, and granted, he had no idea if she was or not......

He let go of the steering wheel with one hand, easily driving the jeep with just one.....his hand sliding lovingly down her back, reminding himself of the contours despite the bulky trenchcoat she wore. For a moment, he let it settle on her shoulder, massaging gently and smiling as she turned to him to point out something else that had caught her eye.

It slid lower....innocently enough. Its not like the back was a large erogenous zone unless touched just right. His hand drifting lower.....lower.....until she noticed that he wasn't stopping. Yet just as perhaps she was thinking he was going to cop a feel of that tight little ass of hers, he stopped way short....his palm settling nicely in the small of her back.

He could about imagine her confusion. Grant just smiled softly and kept his eyes on the road, not really sure if she'd turned to look at him or not. But just as she got used to the contact in such an innocent place, he pushed her forward......

The stick shift, and all the direct vibrations that reverberated through its contact with the jeep's transmission....pressed firmly against her as she was scooted forward just enough for it to pass convincingly between her already open thighs. Not a vibrator by any means.....but he'd wager it could pass for one in a pinch......

Either way, it he was going to have some fun teasing her now.

 

[RainingHeat]

Mirshann was very much enjoying the ride down the streets of Vegas. For a while, the curse was resting, to some degree, and she was actually enjoying everything she was seeing. Sure, she was leaning against him, sure she was gently caressing his thigh. The contact kept that curse at bay for the moment, that is until his hand began to wonder along her back. Even with the trenchcoat on, just his touch began to awaken it again. Mirshann arched her spine a bit as he seemingly lovingly, and innocently just let his hand glide up and down... her own fingers digging into his thigh a bit as she felt a pleasurable tingle begin to quiver slowly thru her....

up and down....

down a little lower...

and lower...

Mirshann wondered if he was going to try feeling her ass, which in reality would not have been all that easy with the trench on. But then again, if he ordered her right then and there to just take it off, she would have, for all the world, or at least all of Vegas to see. Now, would she want to? Of course her rational, angelic mind said NO, but the curse was already saying "take it off, show him and everyone else what he owns.. take it off"

His hand paused and settled right at the small of her back, pressing gently. The sensation was pleasant, and Mirshann found herself relaxing into it. The jeep was traveling much more smoothly now, humming along the street, stopping when needing to, proceeding when the lights were green.

It was at the next light as the jeep started to move, that he pushed at the small of her back, her hips rolling forward, legs spreading wider, the shifter disappearing between her widely opened thighs, and pressing to her pussy, the vibrations suddenly dancing over her clit. Mirshann gasped, her body tensing. She gripping his thigh with her one hand as the sensations ran thru her. So sudden, that, caught off guard, she found herself moaning outloud, attracting the attention of some of the people in other cars, traveling along side. A glance over and they nearly got a show.

She was panting, and her skin was flushing as the shifter continued to shake between her legs. As they approached the next red light, he had to reach to shift, and he found the shift head to be soaking wet from her glistening, dripping pussy lips.

 

[dryfter]

He'd done well, judging from the moisture coating his stick shift as he went to switch gears. Good. He wanted her in rare form when they arrived. They weren't just going to any store, oh hell no, not with all the naughty places in Vegas they could shop. He'd already had one of the largest adult boutique's in mind.

But it wasn't all about slutty fun either. First.....

Zappo's. It was perfect. With any luck, he'd find a dress for her in there that'd knock the fucking socks right off of Stan tonight. Not that he knew much about women's apparel.....but he figured if he got Mirshann hot enough....

Well she just might enjoy doing some amateur modeling for him today. Especially if she received a little extra incentive. Grant grinned to himself as they pulled into the parking ramp. At least here, she didn't have far to walk.....her minutes in that ugly trenchcoat were growing fewer.

"Alright, we're here, let's get out and go inside."

He noticed more than a few people looked at her as she clambored out. She looked like a flasher after all. And if people only knew how easily she could do just that right now.....

But again, he wasn't that cruel. Wasn't about to share what he had with a bunch of nobody's that wouldn't appreciate her anyway. Even the store clerk gave her a strange look as she looked Mirshann up and down before asking her what they were looking for today.

Before she could try on any dresses, the clerk rushing off to find, no doubt, her most expensive ones.....not having heard them state a price range.....he leaned forward and whispered softly in her ear.

"You're going to model for me today, Mirshann. If you can't get me aroused by doing so....you won't be getting any of Master's cock tonight. Do try to repay me for the attentions I gave you on the way here, hmm?"

 

[RainingHeat]

"Alright, we're here, let's get out and go inside."

She nodded, actually following him out his side of the jeep, just to be closer to him. Mirshann could not help but notice the stares that she got from the people they passed in the parking lot, given how unusual it was to see a girl in a men's trench coat. Some just shook their heads, others whispered to their friends or husbands. Part of her wanted to show off, the curse, the corrupted beast that breathed within her wanted her to open the coat, flash a breast, or her ass, or even her pussy. Show them what HE had, what HE owned.

But the angel inside her was completely mortified.

Clinging to him, she followed him into the boutique.

The girl, after having chatted with Grant for a moment, dashed off to gather some dresses for her new customer to try on.

"You're going to model for me today, Mirshann. If you can't get me aroused by doing so....you won't be getting any of Master's cock tonight. Do try to repay me for the attentions I gave you on the way here, hmm?"

Grant's voice vibrated in her ear, his warm breath tickling the lobe. His words sent a shiver rippling thru her. Both heat and a chill. If she did not please him now, she would be left wanting, needing, begging, and empty later. She was sure he could hear the hitch in her breath, the quiver in her voice.

"yes Master"...

"Here we go" the little strawberry blonde girl came bouncing back, with a selection of dresses. "Let me see one of these on you, then I can get a better sense of your size and perhaps your style. Going out tonight, right, that is what you said.." she looked to Grant as he nodded. "Good, no better place to party than here in Vegas. Are you visiting?" the girl just kept on chattering as she handed the first dress to Mirshann. "what is your name sweetie" she asked. Mirshann paused, looking to Grant and at his nod, answered.. "I am called Mirshann"..

"What a different name. I'm Angie." she was smacking her gum and grinning widely.

Mirshann took the offered dress and disappeared into the dressing room that Angie showed her. She had almost just dropped the trenchcoat right then and there, but Angie, still laughing, had stopped her with a quick "oh.. no no... in here"...

The trench fell to the floor of the small room, and Mirshann slipped on the first dress. It was a black sequin mini dress, strapless.

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It fit her like a glove, it was obvious that Angie knew what she was doing, despite looking and talking like a bubble head.

The music in the shop was blaring, and the next song that came on seemed to provide the perfect background for modeling...

Strike a pose
Strike a pose
Vogue, vogue, vogue
Vogue, vogue, vogue

Look around everywhere you turn is heartache
It's everywhere that you go (look around)
You try everything you can to escape
The pain of life that you know (life that you know)

When all else fails and you long to be
Something better than you are today
I know a place where you can get away
It's called a dance floor, and here's what it's for, so

Come on, vogue
Let your body move to the music (move to the music)
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, vogue
Let your body go with the flow (go with the flow)
You know you can do it

All you need is your own imagination
So use it that's what it's for (that's what it's for)
Go inside, for your finest inspiration
Your dreams will open the door (open up the door)

It makes no difference if you're black or white
If you're a boy or a girl
If the music's pumping it will give you new life
You're a superstar, yes, that's what you are, you know it

Beauty's where you find it
Not just where you bump and grind it
Soul is in the musical
That's where I feel so beautiful
Magical, life's a ball
So get up on the dance floor

Vogue, (Vogue)
Beauty's where you find it (move to the music)
Vogue, (Vogue)
Beauty's where you find it (go with the flow)

Greta Garbo, and Monroe
Deitrich and DiMaggio
Marlon Brando, Jimmy Dean
On the cover of a magazine

Grace Kelly; Harlow, Jean
Picture of a beauty queen
Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire
Ginger Rodgers, dance on air

They had style, they had grace
Rita Hayworth gave good face
Lauren, Katherine, Lana too
Bette Davis, we love you

Ladies with an attitude
Fellows that were in the mood
Don't just stand there, let's get to it
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it

Vogue, vogue

Oooh, you've got to
Let your body move to the music
Oooh, you've got to just
Let your body go with the flow
Oooh, you've got to
Vogue


When she emerged from the room, it seemed like she sparkled, with black diamonds alighting all over her body. She only had to see the look in his eyes before the heat began to engulf her. Hips swaying to the loud beat of the music playing, she let her hands slide down her sides, to rest on her hips, before she crosses them over her belly, as of embracing herself. Arching her back, a toss of head, blackened mane fluffing and settling once more as her head fell back, she continues to roll her hips to the music, spinning for a moment to show him the back of the sequined party dress. A glance over her shoulder and a wink...

Angie was beside herself, clapping. The girl was a natural, she thought. She quickly went thru the rest of the dresses she had chosen picking out the ones that she knew would work for this girl.

The next one to adorn her body, was a bit more revealing.

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Mirshann stepping slowly from behind the curtain, still swaying to the music. She approached him, reaching up to slowly pass her fingertip along her parting lips, then inside the warmth of her mouth, as she met his heated gaze. Suckling that finger within, slipping it out, suckling the wet length back in, she straddled where he sat for a moment, hovering over his lap. A light gasp was heard, and it was then she, he, and Angie realized, Mirshann had a bit of a audience, just a couple of other girls and one other guy, a jock boyfriend shopping for his girl, all staring.

When she disappeared again, one girl said to the other "Oh my god, is she a stripper? Did you see her move?"

The next dress was white lace.

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As soon as Mirshann slipped it on, she felt her heat rising even higher. She grasps the curtain to the dressing room, pulling it back so that just one leg slid out, soft, smooth, supple. She then let the curtain slowly pull back, caressing her form as it did so, to reveal the white lace that did little to hide her most intimate of parts. Lowering to the rugged floor, Mirshann slowly, deliberately, crawled to his feet, looking every bit the feline temptress, her body moving with a sleek grace... at his feet, she paused, taking a deep breath, before lifting first to her knees, so that he could see the lace that possessed her breasts for the moment, the white pattern coating her body deliciously, like a second skin. She then lifted to her feet, leaning forward, her ass and hips in white lace exposed, to brush her moistened lips along his jawline... "I hope you like.. Master"... she only saw him, she paid no attention to any of the other people watching, including the jock guy buying for his girlfriend.

She stood up then, turning to allow the lace to flow around her, before disappearing into the dressing room once more.

The next one was a nearly obscene red babydoll dress.

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The delicate material nearly see thru. It came with panties to match, but Mirshann purposely left those behind when she emerged from the dressing room. Her ebony black hair was the perfect contrast to the red of the dress, and when she spun for him, he, and any others looking, got a peek at her very wet pussy. She was dripping.

As she ducked back into the dressing room, the jock approached Grant. What a nerd, he thought to himself, but whatever. The girl had to be a whore!!! Bought and paid for to use for a night out on the town, he was convinced of that.

"Hey, how much was she? And do you have the number I can call to get some of that action?"

Mirshann emerged in the last dress, a pretty, skin tight, white.

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It glimmered on her, hugging every curve. Her nipples, peaked and hardened in her arousal, easily seen against the material painted across them. It was the perfect dress. Mirshann slowly approached Grant and the guy who was standing next to where he was sitting, grinning at her and nearly chomping at the bit. She had no idea what he may have said to Grant, but she sidled down to sit in his lap, pressing her body to his, her head coming to rest on his shoulder.

The curse was laughing, the angel was trembling. Her voice softly said "Master"... loud enough for the jock to hear. The look on his face was comical.

 

[dryfter]

Grant grinned as the clerk, Angie, returned with an armful of her most expensive dresses. The girl, no doubt was hoping to hit it big on commission. If he bought even one, she'd probably be set for the day. Of course, there was always a chance he'd buy more than one, but that was highly dependant on Mirshann.

His grin widened further as Mirshann very nearly dropped her trenchcoat to stand naked in the middle of the store. Thankfully, Angie caught the intent and hustled her into a nearby fitting room.

To be honest, the first dress wasn't very appealing to him. Perhaps his pet hadn't quite gotten into this modeling thing just yet, but something was off. He could almost feel the disappointment radiating off of Angie as she glanced nervously between the two of them to check his reaction. A dismissive nod of his head told Mirshann all he needed to know as well. He wasn't impressed, and she'd have to work harder......

Then the music changed and Madonna came on. Grant laughed loud enough to attract the attention of some of the patrons. Perfect! Fucking perfect! He couldn't have asked for a better song for his pet to try and catwalk to. And sure enough, she returned long minutes later with wearing a slinky, sparkling number.....but this time, she tossed him a coquettish wink before arching her back and strutting her hips a little more, even reaching up to give her sexy raven locks a toss.

"Better....much better," Grant approved as Angie clapped.

"She's a natural."

He glanced at the clerk, "Oh no, she's just getting started."

The first outfit had done nothing for him, the second had been a maybe, but as Mirshann walked out in what first looked like a skimpy two piece number, Grant had to whistle as he noticed the see through mesh only barely covering her toned stomach. He wasn't the only one who noticed her perfect girl abs....from the sounds coming from behind him, Mirshann was attracting a sort of audience.

As if the outfit wasn't hot enough on its own.....

She gave him a scorching look from beneath lidded eyes, slowly, suggestively, running a finger up to her full pouty lips before letting it dip inside.....making no pretenses as to what she was thinking of as she looked at him and moved the slim digit in and out a couple of times. A slender, coltish leg lifted up and over him and the next thing he knew he had been straddled.....given a full and promising view down the skin tight black top, his breath warm and husky as it moved down the valley between her breasts.

It wasn't a lapdance. Her hips never moved on him once, though they easily could have, he could have whispered for her to do it right there. Instead he recieved a naughty smile as she disengaged herself from him and sauntered back to the changing room.

"Oh my god, is she a stripper? Did you see her move?"

"Don't you girls wish you could move like that? Or is that what you're in here to learn?"

He glanced over his shoulder at them, noting the horrified looks on their faces when they realized they'd been overheard.

Even Angie seemed strangely silent, and for a second when he was able without getting caught, Grant gave her a look over. Smiling as he considered the thought that he might not be the only one getting aroused here. Mirshann was working this and working it hard after all.....Stan was in for a night of blue balls for sure.

"We'll take that one."

When she returned in a lacy number in innocent white that did nothing to make the look on her face look more innocent......the girls behind him gasped again, distracting him....but not before he noticed what the ruckus was about. A long, sensual, pale leg extended slowly from the dressing room curtain......the girls already muttering about how bold this brunette bitch was.....and how they wish they could summon the nerve to do something like this for their boyfriends.

All noise in the store halted, even the music that had been blaring came to an end, as Mirshann crawled to him......ignoring all but him as she inched closer on her hands and knees, giving Angie a great look at her panty clad pussy.....presenting an equally ravishing view of just how this dress supported her petite breasts, cupping them and pressing them together beautifully.

"I hope you like.. Master"

He did like. He loved this new side of her he was seeing. Unashamed, confident, and yet....loyal. It hadn't been lost on him that the only person in the room she'd made eye contact with was him. As if the others didn't even exist....or didn't matter.

More people had come into the store just to see what all the fuss was about, just in time to see his little pet come back out modelling a dangerously revealing red babydoll dress. A soft chuckle was directed at Angie as she blushed furiously.....

"And what were you thinking when you picked those last two out for her?"

He barely heard the answer as Mirshann spun slightly, arching her hips, the dress flaring outward and giving everyone watching a great view of what wasn't included with the dress. A saucy little wink in his direction as she again moved towards the dressing room.

"I...I....I swear that ensemble had panties, sir!"

"It's ok. My pet likes to show off her pussy apparently."

"P-pet?!"

"Hey, how much was she? And do you have the number I can call to get some of that action?"

How long had this asshole been standing here? Again, Grant looked over his shoulder.....noting for the first time just how many new people were here watching, this youth was hardly the only one. Letterman jacket, probably a highschool sports stud turned college freshman. Real good. Not as good as the shocked look on the face of the girl who stood only a pace behind him as he asked.....the poor girl coloring furiously.

"You think she's a whore?"

Mirshann returned then....wearing a body hugging white dress that would have been sensual enough just putting her natural curves on display. The fact that her hardened nipples stood out profoundly against the thin cloth only added to the allure.......

The kid was grinning like a doofus. If he could, Grant was sure he'd have followed Mirshann right in to that dressing room. Which granted....didn't sound like a bad idea actually.

She settled on his lap.....purring demurely in his ear as her head rested gently on his shoulder.

"Master..."

The jock's jaw just dropped, but so did his girlfriends, and Angie's too for that matter....the clerk blushing a bright pink at the affectionate display.

"You did well, pet."

He turned to the kid, who had so obviously been looking down on him a few minutes ago......Mirshann still pressed firmly against him.

"Do you know where a Master might find a good collar for his pet?"

His gaze drifted over to the trembling young girl at his side and he smirked.

"No, no you wouldn't, would you?"

He nudged for her to get up, and she obeyed without spoken command. Turning, he addressed the blushing clerk, leaning in for a softly spoken whisper.

"We'll take the black mesh outfit I mentioned before, the white lace one, and this one. We'll also be borrowing your changing room for a few minutes. I'm sure as....valued customers....that won't be a problem? Or perhaps....you'd like to come supervise us to make sure that we don't do anything inappropriate?"

Mirshann had heard......he was certain of it from the way she took his hand and squeezed softly, insistantly, as if she wanted to take him away to her private room right now.

With a saucy wink at Angie and a slight wave to their already dispersing audience........he let her lead him on.

 

[RainingHeat]

"You did well, pet."

The innocent angel inside Mirshann cringed in shame. This was how far she had fallen, and she was sure that she was no where near the bottom. And she was dragging this poor kid down with her. The curse, Suziel's voice chuckling obscenely in the background, on the other hand was licking at her pussy, or so it felt. The soft pulsing, the forming droplets of wetness, she was so sensative along her puffed, swollen lips, tight slit, and the near thrumming of her aroused clit, she was about to explode in orgasm at the slightest touch.

"Do you know where a Master might find a good collar for his pet?"

His gaze drifted over to the trembling young girl at his side and he smirked.

"No, no you wouldn't, would you?"

A collar??? That woke up the inner Mirshann. For a moment, she wondered if he felt her tense at the word. That, would be yet another humiliation for all to see. An angel, collared like a dog to a lowly mortal human.

She felt his slight nudge, and obediently, she lifted to her feet. Where she had sat upon his lap... was wet... from her. The jock was staring at her, then to that moist stain on that kid's pants, back to her, with a very obvious erection in his shorts, yet Mirshann never even noticed. If Grant had told her to notice, had told her to take care of him, then she would have, even if the angel inside was screaming. But her eyes were only for him, he had not given her permission otherwise.

As she stood, leaning into him while he spoke, she trembled, her wetness sending warm, slick droplets gliding down her inner thighs. She was rocking, swaying, against him, as if the fire inside could not wait. Her breathing was becoming more feverish, more ragged, her cunt hungered for him, starved for him. "pleaseeee" she begged softly in his hear, fingers clutching at his arm, she entwining her own with his, squeezing in her wanton need.

"We'll take the black mesh outfit I mentioned before, the white lace one, and this one. We'll also be borrowing your changing room for a few minutes. I'm sure as....valued customers....that won't be a problem? Or perhaps....you'd like to come supervise us to make sure that we don't do anything inappropriate?"

Angie sputtered, nearly spitting out the gum that she incessantly chewed. Of course THAT was not allowed in the dressing room, but she was not about to step in and supervise. And he was buying $400 worth of dresses.

The jock was still staring, slack jawed. He wanted some of that. Badly.

"Come on man" he groaned, his balls turning bluer by the minute. His girlfriend had already stormed out, babbling somthing about "Your an asshole Brent!"

She was pulling on his hand gently, squeezing, as he talked to Angie, who was redder than the ripest delicious apple. Mirshann then lifted his hand to her lips, snaking her pink, warm, wet, and very soft tip of her tongue along the palm of his hand, tracing the lines there ever so sensuously, as she pulled him toward the small room. Just as they stepped in, she took hold of his middle finger and suckled it into the depths of her mouth, she moving to the back of the small space, leaning to the wall. Already she was moaning, the sound low and filled with her all consuming need. She fed on his finger, swirling her tongue all around it, the pressure of her sucking massaging the surface. As he pressed himself against her, she lifted one leg, wrapping about his hip, and he had'nt even gotten his zipper down yet. She gasped around his finger for a moment, rocking her own hips against the bulge in his shorts, her eyes captured and locked in his.

 

[dryfter]

He had indeed felt her tense.

And even now, finally alone with her, his finger firmly lodged in the swirling depths of her mouth, his eyes twinkled with a mischief he perhaps hadn't had before.

"You liked the thought of a collar, didn't you?"

He slowly pulled the digit from her mouth, feeling her hands already dipping to fumble with his pants. His followed them, stilling them in mid motion and bringing about a rather cute response from her.

"You did well, pet. You are to be rewarded."

He kissed her hard, brutally claiming her lips as he staked his claim on them, reminding her once more who she belonged to as his tongue replaced the finger she had been to unhappy he'd pulled away.

The same finger traced along her panties now. He was rather surprised she wore any after what she had pulled with the slinky red babydoll. Still....it didn't take much to pull them aside and let a fingertip dance along her flush pussy lips.

"But I did say you would receive my cock tonight, pet. You must learn restraint, though I understand if its difficult."

He grinned then, delighting in the confusion and disappointment in her eyes. He had just told her that he wasn't going to fuck her, she wasn't going to satisfy him until he burst inside her and coated her with his desire once again.

Yet. The bait he dangled was obvious. There was always tonight. All she had to do was be a good little sex kitten.

She barely seemed to notice as her hip hugging skirt creeped upward, Grant's gently probing of her dripping pussy turning gradually into a full stroking as he let her feel the full length of a pointer finger run across her sensitive slit.

Yet before she even had a chance to moan, to tell him that it felt good, if she ever considered such a thing.....he dropped swiftly to his knees. He wasn't going to give her more time to react than what it would take to recognize what was about to happen......his mouth engulfing her heated cunt.....his questing finger retreating instantly to again be replaced by his thrashing tongue.

It was the first time he'd tasted her.....drank from her......and in the back of his mind, he knew that what she'd said was true......

"I am the sweetest honey, Master."

He lapped at her with abandon, suckled and pulled on her swollen lips, and kissed at her pinkest parts before deepening it to invade her twitching, tight little hole with his tongue. He turned his head to nip and worry at her thighs.....spotting where he had first marked her over a day ago.......

His lips closed easily over the mark just to the right of her pussy.....suckling hard on her inner thigh once more until her blood rushed to the surface, darkening the branding he'd left on her and renewing it before returning to her honeyed pussy to devour her sexual flower hungrily. Her clit bobbed and danced beneath his tongue as he attacked it with passion, drinking in her squeals and cries. There could be little doubt as to what was going on in this room......and yet he didn't care. Not as long as he could make her cum for him.

He pulled back and blew softly across her pussy....his warm breath suddenly chilling her damp sex, returning to her with the furnace that was his mouth before she could even fully stiffen from the sudden onslaught. He issued no order, no request.....

But he would not stop until she came for him, felt what it was like to serve him well and be rewarded......

 

[RainingHeat]

"You liked the thought of a collar, didn't you?"

Her eyes widened. NO.. NO NO NO.. please don't do that... but the words were cut off before they could ever reach her lips. You belong to him, why should he not claim his property for all to see. For all humanity to see. For the heavens to see, and for hell to see. Your Demon never did such.

As his finger slipped from the grasp of her lips, the words escaped as well, but not what her mind was screaming.

"I belong to You, Master Grant" hushed, panting, she was already reaching for his zipper. Shaking, needy, yet he stopped her, which brought forth the smallest cry of disappointment from her pouting lips. Had she done something wrong? At first she thought he was teasing her, but he did not allow her to continue, nor did he open his pants himself.

"Mmmas.....MMMmmm" her questioning was cut off mid word by his demanding, hard, consuming kiss. Mirshann was caught off guard, and her words mingled slowly into a groan in the depths of his mouth. Her tongue claimed by his, she melted into the kiss, curling her own tongue around his, seeking to taste his mouth even as he thrust his tongue deep within her own. Her Demon did not kiss all that much. That was not what he desired from the angel. So her experience was minimal. Mirshann wrapped herself around him as the kiss deepened, her eyes closing. The waves of pleasure that shot thru her sent tingling shocks of desire out to every nerve ending.

Couple that with the tracing of his finger along her soaking pussy slit, and she nearly climaxed right there..

"But I did say you would receive my cock tonight, pet. You must learn restraint, though I understand if its difficult."

She was gasping, panting, and when his words penetrated her desire laced mind, she whimpered, pleading.. "ppplease" she was not sure she could hold out til that night. "pppplease Master... " her entire body craved his touch, his pleasure, his cock, his seed.

His finger had moved from a gentle touch, to a pussy length stroking, her body swaying and undulating with the motion. The wetness that drenched her, soaking the surface of his finger as he brushed that length within the tender lips of her quivering pussy. She dropped her leg from around his hip, leaning back further against the wall as her hips rocked outwards to his finger and hand.

She had let her dark eyes close, so she did not see him drop to his knees. It happened so quickly, the stroking of his finger ceasing, only to be replaced by the penetration of his tongue. Mirshann's eyes shot open and she cried out, loudly, for the entire store to hear. The wall was the only thing that kept her on her feet, she feeling her legs weaken as he took her with his mouth and tongue. One hand came to rest on the back of his head, curling into his hair, the other raked her nails along the wall that provided support.

"Masterrrr... OHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddddddddddddddd.. MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm" she could not stop her moaning, her cries, the lust that raced thru her grabbing ahold and shaking her. Mirshann rode his mouth, rolling her hips slowly to his tongue. Her wetness quenching his thirst, soaking his lips, his chin... She using the wall for leverage, she lifted her one leg again, and laid it over his shoulder, opening herself even more for him to feast on.

Her body was riding a wave that was building higher and higher, her keening cries continuous now, head leaning back, eyes closing in her wanton desire. But it was when he pulled back, and let his breath wash over her pussy and clit that the orgasm exploded inside her, the waves crashing over every pore, every muscle, every nerve, her screams of pleasure turning into low, hungry moans as her voice gave out. She felt her legs, giving way, her entire body going weak, supported only by him and the wall at her back.

 

[dryfter]

A gentle rap on the changing room entrance, the curtain never moving.

"S-sir...."

Grant watched her as she came down from her high.....the panties of her latest outfit completely soaked. He softly slid them down her shapely legs and over her ankles while she was still somewhat numb.....

"You won't be needing these tonight."

"S-sir....I'm....I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

The young author smoothed down the white skirt he'd had so much fun lifting, and pulled the curtain back, noting the stern looking supervisor's shocked look as she noticed how his face glistened.....not to mention the heady aroma. The rather frumpy looking woman seemed for all the world, to be caught between arousal at what she knew just happened, and disapproval for them breaking store rules.

"I'm going to ask you to leave at once."

Grant grinned, "With or without the purchases?"

The old bitch glanced down at the pile of clothing he had retrieved, as well as the dress the shaky Mirshann still wore.

"Of course, if you're planning to actually buy those....."

"Then you'll let us stay just long enough to give you our money, right? Fair enough, considering the circumstances. You go ahead and ring my card, and I'll give my pet back her panties."

He grinned, enjoying the look on her face as she stammered out a reply to his dangling the wet undergarments before her very eyes. Still....she had his card now, and the quicker she rang him up the quicker they would get the fuck out of here. It wasn't until after she'd made a mad dash for the cash register that Grant noticed the clerk that had helped make their selections standing there in dumbstruck silence.

"Angie, was it? You make sure you get your commission out of that. You did a hell of a job picking outfits out for Mirshann."

He turned his head, making sure the lovely raven haired woman was recovering.

"Mirshann....come here and give Angie your thanks."

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A few minutes later, and they were being hustled out of the store, all their purchases in a bag.....and embarrassingly enough.....to the applause of more than one man who'd been coaxed in there to shop with their girlfriends. Even he blushed a little at the attention.

"Yo man....been waiting for you."

Great. The jock who's girlfriend ran out on him. Just the kind of predator Grant hated the most, a player who would dump his girl for the next best thing to come along. This guy had probably already had more pussy than he'd see in his lifetime. But that wasn't enough....now he wanted Grant's pussy. The author could see it plain as day in the man's eyes. He wanted Mirshann.....knew it before he even opened his mouth to speak.

"So how much is it going to take for her to give me a repeat performance of back there. You nailed her good, bro....but I'll give her the real deal."

Well that was insulting. And whatever good mood Grant had left evaporated like water in the desert heat.

"Well now, let's see. Mirshann....?"

His voice held a hardened edge, and he could see the jock smile as his pet approached obediently. Though this was going to be a much different order that what she was accustomed to.

"I want you to tell this man exactly what you think of him. And how much you think he can....buy.....you for."

 

[RainingHeat]

Mirshann heard the exchange, just barely, between Grant and some older, frumpy, dumpy looking woman. Mattered not to her, she was still lost in the haze of her orgasm, the pleasure still warming her veins.

"Then you'll let us stay just long enough to give you our money, right? Fair enough, considering the circumstances. You go ahead and ring my card, and I'll give my pet back her panties."

They were soaking wet, nearly dripping, as if coming right out of the wash.

"Angie, was it? You make sure you get your commission out of that. You did a hell of a job picking outfits out for Mirshann."

The girl was so red in the face, she looked like tomato. It was apparent she had never quite heard anything like that before in her young life, she could not be more than 19 years old.

"Mirshann....come here and give Angie your thanks."

She had recovered enough to respond to his words. A nod of her head, the whispered, "as you wish, Master" slipping past her still trembling lips. Mirshann approached Angie, who was just too dumbfounded for words, or to move. The girl was actually just a little shorter than the angel. Mirshann, looking down into the girl's blue eyes, laid one hand on either side of her face, cupping it ever so gently. True, Mirshann was a novice at kissing, but this was something different. Her parted lips brushed over the girl's, then trailed down along her chin, caressing gently, tasting the salt that alighted upon the surface of her skin. One hand slipped into the girl's wild strawberry blonde hair, as Mirshann's lips traced up to her ear.

"this pet... HIS pet... thanks you" the words were a sultry whisper.

She stepped back then, releasing the shaking girl, head lowering as she turned back to him and moved to his side.

As they were headed out, the jock confronted them.

"So how much is it going to take for her to give me a repeat performance of back there. You nailed her good, bro....but I'll give her the real deal."

Well that was insulting. And whatever good mood Grant had left evaporated like water in the desert heat.

"Well now, let's see. Mirshann....?"

"yes... Master?" she stepped forward, not looking at the jock, only at him.

"I want you to tell this man exactly what you think of him. And how much you think he can....buy.....you for."

She turned her dark gaze to the jock. Her voice took on the hiss of the darkest serpent as she spoke.

"You, are nothing more than a spineless lowlife, who tries to prove his worth by fucking anything that walks. Only it just makes you look sad and desperate. There is a special place in hell for one such as you, where your flesh will burn and you will be devoured by your own desire. As far as buying me.... He and only HE, determines my worth, and my life. I am not for sale, unless HE deems it so, and I do not think he would desire his property to be defiled by one as foul as you."

She stepped back, going silent.