Good ol' Mary

“Master? Are you alright?” Mary voice came through the door only slightly distorted. There was a mix of arousal and curiosity in her voice, that let Grant know that she knew exactly what had happened.

Smirking, his cock still out and glistening with the evidence of his time with Sarah, Grant unlocked the door. Mary quickly stepped in, shutting the door behind her, and then gasped a needy moan when she saw the state that the officer was in. He couldn’t blame his college crush on her reaction, Sergeant Benson looked damn good bent over, her recently used pussy flushed and swollen from both use and arousal. The ay her hole lingered in an open position more than clear enough that she’d been taken. The puddle of his cum that stayed at the front of her entrance was another clear sign of their activity.

“Oh Master. You gave her your first time.” Mary sighed, her voice filled with longing and a bit of wistfulness.

“What? I wasn’t a virgin!” Grant exclaimed, trying and failing to keep his voice down. “I lost my virginity years ago Mary. What in the world are you talking about?”

“Your Master first time. Of course you weren’t a virgin, Master, not with a big beautiful cock like that! But your first time as a man who owns good girls. I can’t blame you for giving it to her, look how good that pussy appears. But still, a girl can hope her master will let her have the next time?”

Grant had had a few women ask him for more of his cock as he took them. In the middle of the session was one thing, but right after he had fucked another woman? And not in a threesome? This whole Claiming was going to take a little getting used too. With that thought, Grant looked over at Sarah, and gave a thoughtful frown. He had cum deep inside of her pussy, and while she had had her own massive orgasm, the only thing she’d said afterwards was a single short phrase.

“Uh, Sarah…what did you mean when you said…’Imprint confirmed.’ What did that mean, exactly?”

Sarah blinked, and then smiled shyly as she slowly pulled up her panties and then her pants. As she did she wiggled her ass, and by extension her cum filled pussy, at Grant and Mary. “Well, I’m not entirely sure, but it sure does feel like I’m even more yours now than I was before. Like…you own me even more completely than before.”

“Damn. That sounds amazing.” Mary whispered, her eyes nice and wide as she gazed into nothing. “Being even more of Master’s good girl? I don’t know how that would be possible, but I need it.”

Gently stopping Mary, despite the **** look in her eyes, Grant thought for a moment. If imprinting was a deeper level of making someone his…did that mean there was a reason for the extra layer of Claiming? Was there something that meant that those who didn’t do this Imprint were somehow missing something?

Deciding that there wasn’t enough information to go on right now, Grant tucked himself back in his pants. The thoughts he had had were too distracting to keep him ready for action, and whatever else, he wasn’t going to be walking around with his dick hanging out. That was asking for trouble.

“Mary, you’ll be the next one that I imprint, I promise. But for now we need to make sure we get what we came for, and that’s at least two more officers to be claimed. Sarah, do you have two female officers that you think you could come down to the station for me to Claim? I know it’s a bit to ask but…”

Whatever else he had been about to say was lost at the look on Sergeant Benson’s face. If the heavens had opened up and shone down a beam of pure golden light, it would still have been less radiant than the fact that Grant was asking her for a favor. The older woman was quick to ask questions, narrowing down her list of sacrifices to her new master. He wanted some additional women nearer his age that were capable and smart. The first two names that came to her mind made her smile.

Husting from the bathroom, and back to her front desk, Sarah used her phone to call the dispatch office. After hanging up, Sarah looked at the small group that her Master had collected with a smile and a smirk.

“I’ve got two officers coming, Master. The first is Brittany Smith. She’s 22 and a smart cookie. She’s been an officer with the department for about three years now, and has qualified as an expert with the pistol for all three years. She’s got dirty blond hair and some really gorgeous hazel eyes. The second is Lisa Sampson. She’s 21, so a little younger than you, and she just graduated the academy, but she’s tough and can handle herself in a fight if needed. And, you should see her boobs, Master! I’m completely straight, and I still wanna squeeze ‘em!”

Smiling, Grant shook his head in wry amusement. He had known Sarah Benson since just after he turned eighteen, and he had never known her like this. Not that he objected, seeing the sexual side of his longtime crush was amazing and wonderful, but it was taking almost as much to get used to that as it was to the idea of the Claiming. He wouldn’t complain though, as it definitely had a feeling that, with the ladies he was picking and the fact that he had started early, he was going to be in a much different position than he had been previously. No longer some obscure nobody who worked in a middle management position for some large office firm.

After it became clear that it would take both of the officers about twenty minutes to get to the station, as there were increased levels of pedestrian traffic on the roads, Grant pulled Mary into the bathroom to fulfill his promise. Partly it was an experiment, partly it was fulfilling his promise. Partly it was that he needed to feel Mary’s tight little snatch getting stretched and loosened by his hard cock. The talk of Claiming more women, and the way that the arousal of all the women was slowly flooding the room was more than enough to renew his hard on. The fact that both women had muttered “Imprint Complete” whenever he had cum inside of them confirmed to him that there was more going on with the Claiming than he had originally thought. For now, though, he didn’t care. It was more than enough that there were more women who were waiting to be claimed, and more of his own women who were absolutely delighted to have taken his big loads of cum deep inside of themselves. It was like a dream come true, and he couldn’t wait to Imprint them all. In that moment, he didn’t care what that would actually mean. It just felt too good, better than a normal orgasm. And the pride of knowing that he was making them his on an even deeper level was a heady sensation.