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I start whistling 'Dixie' as I leisurely stroll down the hill, away from the random home I had just invaded and the two white women I had equally invaded. A fun morning had by all but Ron, but no sweat off his back, it seems. Some of these hicks could be quite dense, but they rarely fought back once they understood what was going on. My reputation preceded me, and Ron was almost expecting me to stop by his out-of-the-way farmhouse. Time to move on, I suppose.

Usually, walking alone in the middle of nowhere, USA is practically a **** sentence for an EDP. I need sex, near-constant sex, in order to orgasm at least once every three hours. It's a delicate balance, as I've found out through some scares over the years. Too much sex wasn't good. Too little sex was, of course, far worse. I could still masturbate, but that was a last resort. I preferred to knock up rather than jack off.

Technology was an EDP's friend. After five years, I've done it all and seen it all, and as a child prodigy myself once-upon-a-time, I was fascinated with testing the limits of this disease. Now I just like to get off. I click the side of my non-descript watch and a Rolls Royce limo shimmers in the distance, over the hill. She was waiting for me.

"How were the pleasantries, sir?" asked my vixen chauffeur, Maya Sinclair. I kissed her deeply before responding.

"Pleasant, darling..." I say, breathing pussy into her face.

Her eyes are buried under a large set of Ray-Bans as I whip out my own, to protect against the blazing Texas Sun. I look down and lick my lips at Maya's dark nipples showing underneath her sweat-soaked white tank-top. My right hand rubs her left shoulder, gleefully over the black spade I **** her to get oh so many years ago. She was the wealthiest girl in town, a Prime-Grade Bitch who I **** to drop out of school and become my Head Bitch. I took her virginity as she took mine and we never looked back.

I got inside the back of the limo and smiled at the sight of two naked white teenagers. "And who might these two be?" I turned back to my associate.

"Virgins, sir. I picked 'em up at the local high school while you were breaking into this farm house."

"You're too good to me, darling..." I said, as I reached towards my first girl.

Both were well fucked as we neared my mansion about fifty miles away deep within the Texas panhandle. I liked the no-man's land rather than the Dallas or Houston areas, because the racism was great and the girls were so innocent. Many had never seen a black man this far north, and they were oh-so lily white. Not a lot of Hispanics, not a lot of sistas, but a fair amount of Christ-loving virgins. Holy blood was a favorite of mine for shedding.

The pair weren't beauty models. One was homely with a mousy face, the other a more clear face but quite pudgy, and not in the best places (how can a fat girl have a flat ass, I thought...). Flat Ass was dropped off about a mile short of my mansion. Mousy Face would spend the night, or maybe the rest of her life - who knows? - with me.

We pulled across the fields of the old Texas Plantation I called my home, plenty of corn crops, cotton crops, and, of course, the newest crops, oil fields, littered the landscape. I walked toward my lily white mansion under the framed banner of the Stars and Bars, signaling the site of a large Civil War Battle on these very grounds. It always put a smile on my face.

I looked at the field hands. All women, all in the same white, sweat-soaked tank tops. Some without. They all wore their Daisy Dukes, but no underwear of course. Everyone had a black spade tattoo on their arm, some on their forehead, and some in unique places. Some were visibly pregnant, some not. I don't give a fuck. They were broodmares. They would work until the kid drops. Then the kid would be sent to the state to dispose of in some orphanage somewhere. Out of sight, out of mind. Some of the ladies were upset over this arrangement, but I didn't care. I just worked them hard and fucked them harder. Another pregnancy got their mind quickly off their vanished child.

The air conditioning inside cooled me down. It was always cool in here, set to full blast almost, which was readily apparent on the erect nipples of my three naked comfort girls: the most beautiful of my beautiful women. I had at least seven, but I rotated them out when they ballooned too much, or were otherwise distasteful (periods and such, not that that was a common occurrence around these parts). I grabbed two of the three and they graciously held my arms as I kissed both of them. I turned around to Maya Sinclair as she and Mousy Face brought in the first of my several overnight bags.

"Tsk, tsk" I tsked as I looked at Maya up-and-down. "You know the rules, Ms. Sinclair," I said, as she just nodded.

Her ray-bans came off and slid into her daisys, as they slid down to the floor. She peeled off the white tank top as she stood in all her full glory and repeated the rule: "No clothing in the house," she said, to my nod.

"I'll punish you later," I said, to her subtle smile, as she and the teen grabbed the bags again after tossing the tank top into a laundry basket by the door full of them. I slapped her naked ass as she passed me. Maya Sinclair had gotten pregnant twice, but complications in the second pregnancy made her unable to conceive children afterwards, even with my miracle sperm. That baby was really sick when it was born. I wonder what happened to it? Anyway, Maya was my one constant in life, never getting pregnant again and following every order, no matter how immoral or illegal, I have given her.

One of my other mistresses, as I liked to call them, walked up to me seductively and handed me the latest copy of Scientific American. I sat down to read it and drink some Irish coffee. Interesting article on tablet technology getting thinner. I preferred living mostly off-the-grid, but fondly recalled using them a few years back. Some notes on the advancement of driverless cars. I frowned at thinking they'd put Maya out of a job, but enjoyed the thought of fucking her more vigorously while she "drove". Some new studies into EDP research in chimpanzees piqued my interest, although what those female scientists were doing with the poor apes...

"Mr. Elliot," came a loud response as I looked up to see the local sheriff standing at the entrance to my parlor. He stood almost at attention, dressed sharply as usual, with his stetson off being held crisply in his right arm. I smiled widely and stood up to greet him.

"John Boy," I say, loudly as I hug him uncomfortably. I snap at the nearest mistress, "Fetch Alexandra, will ya?" I turned back to the Sheriff, John Norris. "What brings you inside my house?"

"There's been reports of a number of rapes in town. Housewives, mostly. Not really you're M.O., but I understand you've been out of the house lately. I was just asking to see if perhaps you were involved."

I sipped my coffee, getting a bit of a buzz. "Yeah, I got my fill of MILFs about two years ago. I prefer my virgins and maybe a bit of an older slice on the side now and then as consequence. Plus, I don't think there's a woman in this podunk town I haven't fucked."

It was true. The town outside my plantation had less than fifty residents, a common occurrence in this part of the country. That's why I traveled sometimes fifty or a hundred miles in search of new pussy. But, multiple rapes in this sleepy Texas town? It's funny how sex crimes tend to follow EDPs wherever they go. Probably just some teenage boys being imitative. Still can't have them one day invading my home and snatching some of my snatch.

"I'll free up three of your deputies," I said, sensing the next question, "so they can figure out who the fuck is fucking around here without my permission?" I snickered into my coffee, as one of my mistresses returned, with a pregnant nudie in tow.

"Aah, Mistress Alexandra Norris," I say, standing up to caress the expanding belly of Sheriff Norris's daughter, who now stood nude in front of us. "How's my black baby doing in there?" I say, winking at the sheriff.

"Fine, sir," she said, a hint of fear in her voice, or just resignation. I smiled even wider. "Kiss your pops for me."

She gave her father a quick peck, as a tear rolled down his cheek. "Well, I must get back to work," he said, quickly, returning his stetson atop his head. "Nice to see you doing well, Alex," he nodded briefly to his daughter before taking his leave.

I sat down and smiled at the scene. "Get the fuck out of here," I said to Alexandra as soon as Sheriff Norris was out of earshot.

Last year, I had left my Abilene mansion in place of greener pastures when Sheriff Norris and another deputy (RIP) had pulled Maya and I over and harassed us on the side of the road. They almost shot me dead before Maya explained my status. In retaliation, I fucked my way through this town, took every woman in Norris's family and made them my own, and began my current theater of operations. Now Sheriff Norris and the entire county police department was serving as my personal bodyguard, a prudent measure, since the world seemed less and less secure for my people these days.

Still, I wondered about these rapes in town. I pointed at the nearest mistress and gestured towards my cock. She crawled under and gave me a blowjob as I finished my coffee. I should head into town and see what's going on, I figured, as I let loose some cream into my sugar.