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Chapter Ten: Devoted

Mary had been devout in her faith before Gregory, and while she still considered herself very committed to her faith, she could not ignore the way her faith had changed after their first time together. The difference was not in whether she believed but what she believed, as Gregory’s big dick made her see God more directly and intimately than she ever had before.

She smiled as she entered his room and preened under his gaze as he looked at her. The powerful stench of his raw masculinity overwhelmed her the moment she arrived, and though he assuredly had a roommate by the looks of the room, she could smell nothing but Gregory in the air. In fact, she only ever saw Gregory much anymore, like his very presence occupied so much of her mind that Mary couldn’t even acknowledge the existence of other men.

This smell was not one of sex, she noted. It was not the stink of his jelly-thick semen or the natural, pleasing musk of his meaty shaft. It was merely man, unwashed and unfiltered, altered only by his youth and by his presence. It should have repulsed Mary, but instead it aroused her. Everything about him aroused her, and that was why she had come to view him as a prophet of God instead of a heretic. It made no sense to her that someone or something so perfect as him could be from anything other than God.

He stood smiling at her while she looked around his room in dazed arousal. When she caught him staring, she smiled back. “Gregory,” she whispered, but he didn’t speak before undressing. Removing his pants, he revealed his naked dick to her before lifting his shirt and tossing it to the floor beside him. His heavy manhood hung thick far from his neatly trimmed and dark pubic hair, which was unruly despite his efforts. His facial features were boyish and handsome but also wolflike as he appraised her with possessive and sensual hunger.

“Does Nick even know you’re in the building?”

“I don’t know.” Mary shrugged. “I don’t think so. He has class right now.” She smoothed her hair and her skirt as she smiled at him. “I’m not here to see him anyway. I’m here for you.”

Gregory gave a big, wolfish grin and said, “I know.” Approaching her, he stopped only inches from her and towered over her. His big cock brushed her midsection and thighs. Mary was not a short woman, though she was very slender, but she enjoyed the height difference between them. Nick was shorter than here by more than a few inches, and having Gregory being the bigger, better man not only made sense to her, but it made her smile, too.

His stench was stronger up close, and his muscles even more impressive. He hadn’t shaved that morning, and she wanted to lick his face and taste the hair that had grown there. In fact, she wanted to taste every single inch of him. “It’s crazy how you stare at me like this,” he said with a laugh. “It’s taken me a long time to realize how much control this big dick of my gives me over some women, but now that I have, Mary, I promise I won’t go back on it.”

“Power,” she whispered, and her gaze drifted down his sculpted torso and to his thick, veiny shaft. “What do you mean by power?”

“Never mind,” he said absently, and he pulled her up to look him in the eyes again. “Ask Patty when you meet her.” Mary stared at him in silence and then nodded. She didn’t know who Patty was, but she saw no reason to argue with him. He took her by the hair and said, “Come on. Join me on the bed. We’ve got a lot to do and not enough time to do it in.”

“Okay,” Mary whispered, and she let him guide her to the bed. These dorm beds were hardly built to contain Gregory’s big body, and his long legs hung over the edge as he fell back onto the mattress. His fat crown was at rest against his muscular belly, and his heavy balls nestled between his hairy thighs. His scent was stronger at his bed, and Mary breathed him in as she stood in front of him.

Gregory watched her breathing and watched her watching him. She had the same hungry devotion in her eyes that Patricia did, and though he hadn’t had time to stop by to see Patricia lately, he looked forward to telling her all about Mary. For now, he nodded at his dick and said, “You can start by getting me hard.”

“Y-Yes, sir,” Mary purred, and she kneeled at his feet. She was still wearing a brown cardigan and a white skirt, and she looked very much the image of a Sunday school teacher as she took hold of him with both hands. The dichotomy between these two very different things only made it hotter as she stroked him and kissed his shaft.

It always astonished Mary how big he was. Limp, he was massive, but when he grew, it left her speechless. She knew from experience how big he could get, but the joy she took in watching him get there was special to her. Swelling from gargantuan to impossible never ceased to amaze her and only served to reinforce her belief that his body was a work done by divine hands.

Her efforts brought him to a quick erection, and once he was full length in her hands, she found herself staring in awe at his considerable length. He had to be over a foot in length, and her fingers were wide apart around him. Even with two hands, she could hardly handle his girth, and his unyielding rigidity only made him more impressive when she considered his size and the blood required to fuel him.

Mary smiled at Gregory’s dick before kissing his crown. Then, staring him in the eyes, she parted her lips and tasted him slowly. She mewled as she worked her tongue around him, and watched Gregory to see if he was dissatisfied with her or wanted something different. Gregory only watched her in return, an arrogant, knowing expression on his face as he regarded her like a king might regard an amusing fool.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he said, an air of power circulating around him.

Mary giggled against him and closed her eyes as she slurped him. She hummed quietly to let him know that he was right.

Gregory chuckled and caressed her cheek. He had a certain sort of affection for Mary, even if he didn’t view her as his girlfriend. Instead, she was like a pet to him or like property. He enjoyed her, but at the end of the day, she was replaceable. Just as Patricia had said, Gregory’s dick gave him undue power over women, and devout little Mary was the surest proof of that Gregory could find.

He cupped her head and growled. “But how could you not love my dick? After all, you are my little slut, aren’t you, Mary?”

Mary moaned around him eagerly as her saliva pooled around his root. She didn’t like the idea of being a slut but could form no logical argument against it. Gregory treated her like a slut, and she behaved like a slut for him as a result. At this point, he owned her, and that alone was the only evidence that freed her from the title. In Mary’s understanding of the world, being a slut meant that you slept around, but then Gregory had made the claim singular, too. He had declared her to be HIS slut, and that was accurate. She would let Gregory do anything to her, but at this point she didn’t even kiss Nick on the lips.

Gregory took Mary’s hair in his hand and held it out of her face. Then, knotting her hair around his fist, he used that to pull her free from his cock. A long ribbon of saliva joined her lips to his dick as she stared bewildered up at him. He was shiny and red, and she stroked him with her hands to replace the lips he had so unceremoniously removed from their purpose. She wanted to suck him, and she wanted to complain, but his gaze was unyielding and firm.

She moaned, “Gregory?!”

“Mary,” he said firmly, and he tightened his grip so that it caused her minor discomfort. This implored to her how serious he was and slowed her movements. She held him by the root of his gargantuan, gleaming cock and, seeing his big body and enormous dick framed in such a way, felt almost like he was a physical embodiment of God.

“Yes, master,” she whispered, and he pulsed in her hands. She smiled.

“Do you want to be my slut, Mary?”

The question seemed almost redundant. She clearly enjoyed sucking his dick, and her orgasms proved her rapture. Upon further inspection, however, she realized that the question was not so simple. He did not ask if she enjoyed being his slut. Nor did he ask if she enjoyed having sex with him. Both answers were a clear and resounding yes. What he wanted to know was whether or not she wanted to be his slut, and that was far more complex.

Being a devout Christian woman of some sexual desire, every small step she took toward intercourse had always been a shameful thrill. She knew that lust was a sin, and yet she indulged her lusts anyway. Mary liked to be touched by her boyfriends, and she secretly daydreamed about more. She secretly wanted more, but she could never bring herself to admit her own lascivious nature until Gregory forced her to.

Lips against him and staring him in the eyes, Mary nodded. Then, when pried from his dick, she gasped for air while stroking him and said, “Yes, Gregory! I love being your slut, and I want to continue being your slut! I thank God every day since you fucked me that I met you! I’m glad you fucked me into submission, Gregory! I love it! I love your dick! I’m your slut!”

Pleased with her confession, Gregory released her back onto his dick and allowed her back to sucking him. She stared him in the eyes as she moved and moaned as his rich, masculine flavor filled her mouth again.

With her empty brown eyes fixed on his handsome, blue-eyed face, she slaved over him with her sloppy mouth. To her, Gregory seemed more fundamentally divine than any man she had ever known. He was larger and bigger than Nick in both height and dick size, but she figured he out measured every man in her life, from her exes, to her father, to even her pastor.

She choked sloppy on him, with saliva gushing out of her mouth and running down her slender chin. Gregory held her hair out of her face and moved her gently along his shaft, but she threw herself at him and used herself for his pleasure. As a result, he swelled thicker and began pouring copious amounts of precum out onto her hungry tongue. The taste was unfamiliar but good, and Mary gave herself over to him even more as she fed on him. At this point, all she could think about was helping Gregory to come.

Caught off guard by her vigorous movements, Gregory grunted and pulled her off of his cock again. This time, he lifted her blouse to expose her small, symmetrical breasts and tiny stiff brown nipples. He held her in place by her hair and took to cock smacking her tiny tits while he growled, “Fuck! I want to come here, slut! I want you to go back to your little cuckold boyfriend smelling like me! You want to be my slut so bad? Then let me mark you with my cum!”

Holding him with both hands and stroking him with her tongue circling his crown, Mary giggled. He was leaking precum into her mouth already, leaving her lips, teeth, and gums sticky with his essence. She liked it just as much as she liked his full load, and she loved his crude language and strong hands. Gregory’s raw masculinity overwhelmed her and left her dizzy but intoxicated on him.

Mary’s sexual journey had been a strange one. Her first boyfriend had turned out to be gay, while Nick had come up short. Gregory was the first and only real man she had ever known, and she felt infatuated with both him and his masculinity. In her eyes, he was like a prophet who had come to educate and redeem her. He was divine, or at least he was there by divine mandate.

She moved with her hands, rubbing his rigid length along her body. Her small breasts brushed his stiff flesh and her ass stuck out. Gregory’s attraction to her was a gift from God. He was so far above her, so much better than her, that she could think of nothing else. Why else would a man of his stature and strength waste time with her? With a dick like his, she imagined he could have any woman he pleased. That he even noticed her seemed to be beyond good luck. Instead, she viewed it as good faith rewarded and wanted to reward him in turn for it.

He moaned, and she moaned with him. Remembering the joy of him inside of her, she could almost feel echoes of it spreading through her as he throbbed and swelled. Her memories formed a phantom inside of her that filled and flooded her as he swelled fatter in her grasp. She smiled and whispered to him, “Do it, Gregory. Come on me. Mark me as your woman! Come on me, Gregory, and baptize me in your sperm!”

Grunting and thrusting, Gregory growled, “Fucking crazy slut!” He came in thick ropes across her face and her upper torso. Semen jetted past her, gathering in the cracks between the tiles on the floor. It stuck in her hair and pooled across her face, and Mary took it all with a shiver and a smile as she came alongside him.

When he was finished, Gregory patted her head with one of his big hands and sighed. “Fuck,” he whispered, and Mary understood as she milked him onto her tongue. She was marked now, and she was his. Even though she would stay with Nick, she had no interest in him beyond cuckoldry and would discard him at a word from Gregory, who now owned her. After all of this, she finally understood that he was all that really mattered.

Hours later, Gregory showed up at Patricia’s door. It had been just under a week since she last saw him, and the smile she wore now was so big that it almost fell from her face. She looked good, though she was dressed like a mother and a MILF and not the slut he was familiar with. She appeared momentarily guilty as she showed him in, but she soon had him eating lunch in her kitchenette while she served him in her underwear.

She gave him a beer and stood behind him to rub his big, strong shoulders as she spoke. “So, you’ve been gone for some time. I was afraid you were losing interest in me.”

Gregory grinned and shook his head. “Never,” he said with a wink, and she blushed in response. “I was just testing out your advice to fuck women into submission and, guess what? It worked. I already have my first new slut, and it’s all thanks to you, Pat.”

Patricia smiled despite her jealousy. She obviously wanted to keep Gregory to herself, but she could not blame a man like him seeking out other lovers, nor could she blame a woman for indulging him. She stood and went to clean the counter while he ate, and he stared at her ass as she moved, so she smiled. “You’ll have to introduce us some time,” he said primly and without concern.

“Oh, trust me, will,” he said, and he stood and approached her from behind. Wrapping his big, beefy arms around her midsection, he growled, “But before that, well, I’m going to have to fuck you again, just so that you and her are on equal footing.”

Patricia laughed off the compliment and ground her bottom back into his bulge as she said, “For you, Gregory, it would be my pleasure.”