The Devil's Pact Pt. 04

"That's it, slut!" purred Desiree. "She's eaten pussy before, Mark. This little slut is...oh, yes...gonna make me cum!"

I smacked Desiree's plump grown ass. "Make my girlfriend cum, whore! I want to watch that."

"Oh, Mark! She's doing it! She's gonna make me cream!"

Mary bucked so hard Alison had to stop sucking on her titties. Desiree began to pull her head up but Mary grabbed her hair and shoved her back in. "I didn't say to stop eating her, slut." I slapped Desiree's ass hard, leaving a red handprint, and she moaned an apology around Mary's pussy.

Alison shuddered next to Mary, cumming on her fingers. "Oh, thank you, Mistress," she panted. "Thank you for making me cum." Mary held up her fingers and Alison obediently licked her cream off those slender digits.

I gripped Desiree's hips and really began to pound her cunt. I was getting close to cumming as Desiree writhed before me, eating feverishly at Mary's pussy. Her cunt rippled about my cock as she came a second time. My balls tightened and my body tense. I pounded her harder, the air filled with the slap of our flesh.

"Oh, fuck!" I groaned.

"Cum in her!" cooed Mary. "Flood our newest slut with your spunk!"

"Fuck, yeah!" I moaned as my cock erupted deep into Desiree's cunt. Pleasure surged through my body every time another blast of cum sprayed inside her. "Take my cum, whore."

"So wonderful!" the Latina slut groaned.

Panting, I pulled out of her and sank on the couch next to Mary. My girlfriend snuggled up to me and I put an arm around her shoulder, a yawn escaping my lips.

Mary giggled, "You're so cute when you yawn."

I smiled at her, loving the dimples on her freckled cheeks and her cute nose. I had to kiss it, then her sweet lips before I leaned back into the couch and watched our new slut devour my girlfriend's pussy, enjoying Mary's lithe body pressed against me.

Alison wasted no time in getting behind Desiree, and sucked my cum out of her pussy.

"Oh, this slut knows how to eat pussy, Mark," she purred, shifting as Desiree kept munching on her body.

Mary's green eyes fluttered and I watched the passion grow in her. Her hips bucked and she suddenly turned and kissed me hard, her nimble tongue probing my mouth. She broke the kiss, panting loud as her next orgasm neared. I bent down and sucked one of her hard little nipples into my mouth, her hands stroking me as I played with her breasts.

"Oh, that's nice," Mary whispered as a shiver rippled through her. "Ohh, fuck, Desiree's a good cunt-lapper!" She gasped as she came with a hard shudder. Breathing heavily, Mary shoved Desiree off her cunt. "You can stop, slut!"

I reclined back into the couch. Fuck, I was tired. I had been up over a day and my sleep deprivation came crashing down on me, weighing down my eyelids. I let them close, too tired to fight, and Mary cuddled up next to me. There was crashing above as Brandon raced down the stairs, dragging his suitcase, and heading through a door out into the garage. He didn't say a word. The garage door opened and sleep overcame me.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

It was when Mark started snoring softly that I realized he had fallen asleep.

I was curled up next to him on the couch, enjoying the afterglow of the two orgasms Desiree cunnilingus had given me. I rested my head on his chest and listened to Mark breathe for a minute. Alison still sat on the floor and Desiree was standing, not sure what to do.

"Desiree, have you started dinner yet?" I asked.

"Yes, Miss Mary," Desiree answered, stepping into the living room. She had dressed herself, covering that delightful, nut-brown body. "The roast is in the oven and I was about to start on the mashed potatoes."

"Sluts refer to her as Mistress," Alison fiercely declared.

"Sorry, Mistress," Desiree gasped.

"Mistress, shall I attend to this slut?"

"Yes, once she's disciplined, have her continue cooking dinner," I ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Alison said standing up. "Desiree, sluts don't wear clothes inside the house!"

"Discipline her in the other room," I said, "Mark's sleeping."

"Yes, Mistress." Alison dragged Desiree out of the room as the Latina was unbelting her dress. The dress opened up, revealing heavy, brown breasts with dark pink nipples before the pair disappeared out of sight.

I sighed and snuggled up next to Mark and...I awoke to find Alison sitting cross-legged on the floor at my feet, naked and lovely, her perky breasts topped by those delicious nipple piercings. I stretched and yawned, startling Alison.

"Is Desiree working on dinner?"

"Yes, Mistress." Every time Alison called me "Mistress" it sent a naughty little tingle through my body, ending at my pussy.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said. After all the depraved fucking I did with Mark today, I reeked of sex. "Gather up the beauty supplies and that robe I bought and meet me up stairs in the master suite." I smiled, licking my lips, "You'll get to wash me."

Alison grinned eagerly at me. "At once, Mistress." As she ran by, I slapped her firm, young ass. Alison did not even hesitate in going outside naked to Mark's Mustang. I smiled; what a nasty slut.

I wandered upstairs and found the master bedroom. It was a luxurious room. A four poster bed with white silk hanging stitched with pink roses. A matching quilt covered the bed. There was a dressing table made of carved, dark wood. I wandered into the master bathroom and found a Jacuzzi next to a large shower that could easily fit four people. And one of those European things that squirts water on your ass. A bedo? A bidet?

I was sitting on the bidet, enjoying the water shooting on my pussy and ass when Alison entered, still naked, and my eyes feasted on her lithe form. Her beasts were large and perky, bigger than mine--they were mere pleasant handfuls compared to Alison. Her pink nipples were pierced with silver barbells and I reached out and grasped one and tugged. Alison gasped and smiled seductively at me. Her stomach was flat and she was shaved smooth. Where her pubic hair would be, she had tattooed "Cum on in" with a little arrow pointing down to her clit. In her hands she carried the shampoo, the conditioner, and the body wash that I had purchased today.

I was going to enjoy her. I couldn't believe how much I've changed today. I would never have thought in a million years that I could order a sex slave around. Mark showed me just how little I truly knew the depraved lusts beating in my heart.

Alison fiddled with the controls and the shower hissed on. She adjusted the temperature and then climbed in, the water running down her tight, lithe body. "All set, Mistress."

"Good," I purred and slid in behind her, the water warm and pleasant. "You're going to make sure I'm pristine."

"Gladly."

I pulled Alison against me, her pierced nipples rubbing against my breast, and I kissed her. Her tongue wrestled with mine, and her hand reached down and squeezed my butt. Washing could wait, I was getting horny. Her legs spread open for me, and our smooth cunts brushed together and our clits kissed and that that wonderful feeling washed through me.

Alison held me tight, writhing her hips in rhythm with my fucking, her tongue wiggling in my mouth. I slid a hand up her side and squeezed her large tit. I found her nipple and piercing, and pulled and pinched it. Our clits rubbed together as we tribbed and the warm water poured about us. My orgasm built and I fucked Alison harder and harder. Alison was moaning loudly and shuddering in my arms. The naughty slut had cum first. I pinched her nipple hard and she gasped in pain.

"How dare you cum before me, slut!" I hissed.

"Oh, sorry Mistress," Alison gasped as I mauled her breast and tugged at her nipple piercing. "Your clit feels so good on me. You are such a wonderful lover that I couldn't help myself. I'm so sorry!"

She ground her cunt back into me and slipped a finger up my asshole. I groaned, loving how amazing her finger felt up there; the little slut was learning what I liked. I fucked her as she fingered my ass. I kissed her again, nibbling on her lower lip. Her clit felt like electricity on mine, sparks of desire rolled through me. My pleasure built and built and then crested and I came in my sluts arms.

Panting, I stepped back from my slut and waited. She grabbed a loofah and washed my body with coconut-scented soap. The loofah was soft as she washed, reaching her arms about me to wash my back, our breasts pressed together. Her nipples and hard piercings brushing lightly against mine. The little minx was teasing me. She washed slowly lower, rubbing my ass, kneading it, pulling me into her groin and for the briefest instance our clits touched. I gasped as electricity tingled through me, and then she pulled back, moving up to wash my arms.

I was growing wet again, and my nipples were achingly hard as she washed my chest, carefully avoiding my breasts. She washed down my sides and across my flat stomach before she worked her way back up to my tits.

"You dirty slut," I groaned.

"Always for you, Mistress."

"What about Mark?" His happiness was more important than mine. As long as he was happy, so was I.

"Definitely for Master," moaned Alison, her eyes shinny.

When the loofah started rubbing on my left breast, circling about my areola, growing closer with every pass, I moaned in anticipation. When the soft, sponge finally brushed my hard nipple, I gasped in pleasure, almost cumming. She gently washed my nipple, then slid over to my other breast and started the teasing again.

Alison then knelt before me, her pink hair plastered wet to her body, and she began to wash my legs, beginning at the hip and washing up the inside of my thighs, coming achingly close to my pussy before she switched over to my right leg. My skin was on fire, my entire body hummed with lust that was building in my pussy, fanned by this cute minx teasing my body.

And then sweet relief came as the loofah rubbed along my pussy. My excitement crashed over me and I shuddered in climax. "Ohh, god, you little, teasing slut!" I moaned as my orgasm washed over me.

I gasped as her tongue flicked over my clit, her tongue stud cold and hard on my sensitive nub, sending sparks of pleasure flying through me. I gripped her hair and fucked my cunt on her face. Her tongue wiggled up inside my pussy, rubbing along my sensitive walls. I bucked on her face as another orgasm surged through my body. I was moaning wordlessly, and the little slut never stopped. She just kept sucking and licking my nethers, fanning the flames of my lust.

I leaned back against the shower wall, warm water pelting my breasts and came again on Alison's tongue. "Fuck!" I moaned and another orgasm followed, my muscles tensing with delight. It was too much, and I pushed Alison's face away from my cunt. I panted heavily, and moaned, "Oh, god! You fucking slut, that was amazing!"

Alison grinned up at me, playing with her cunt. I pulled her up and kissed her soundly, tasting my spicy, sweet juices. I needed to return the favor. I kissed down my sluts body, and felt her quiver in excitement. Her legs were spread and her pussy flushed and wet. I tasted her cunt, her juices were sweet and thick, like honey, and they were delicious. My tongue licked through the furrow of her snatch, dipping into her pussy, and ending at the hard nub of her clit.

"Oh, Mistress!" she moaned. "Oh, Mistress, your tongue is amazing. Thank you for pleasuring me!"

It wasn't a problem. Mark awakened my hunger for pussy and Alison's was just perfect to satisfy my cravings.

I gripped her ass and dug my tongue deep into her hole, and rubbed my face on her pussy. Her scent filled my nostrils and her taste filled my mouth. She was warm inside, her pussy walls silk on my tongue. I moved up to her clit, gently biting it with my teeth and she bucked on my face, fresh honey flooding past my lips. I drank and drank until I had my fill and rose up. My slut panted and we kissed beneath the spray of water.

Alison shampooed my hair and then I stepped out of the shower and she dried me off with a terry cloth towel. I told her to get back in the shower and wash herself, and exited the bathroom. On the bed, Alison had laid out the pink, silk robe I took from The Secret Treasure lingerie store in the South Hill Mall today. I just knew Mark would love to see me in this robe. He'd probably be so excited, he'd shoot off in his pants. Smiling wickedly, I drew the silk on over my body. The soft fabric kissed my naked body and I loosely tied the robe closed.

I went downstairs and found Mark still snoring. I snuggled back up to him and watched some mindless game show, glad I could feel my boyfriend's warmth against me. I kissed his cheek and leaned my head on his shoulder.

Chapter Five

The Gods did establish their first abode in the house of Desiree, the second Holy Slut to serve the Living Gods. Like Alison before her, Desiree captured the love of the Gods' and graciously agreed to serve and house them.

--The Gospel of April 5:32

Mark Glassner

I woke up, confused where I was.

Then I remembered, I was in the Fitzsimmons house. No, it was my house now. I took it from him.

I rubbed sleep from my eyes and saw Mary sitting next to me. It was dark in the living room, the sun had began to set while I was sleeping and the living room danced with the shifting light from the Television.

"Have a nice nap?" Mary asked.

I nodded and sat up. Mary had showered and smelled of coconut, her red hair falling wet and loosely about her shoulders. She wore a pink, silk robe that hung open, exposing her nude body. Alison knelt before her, gently licking at her slit.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"I am," Mary sighed happily, and pushed Alison off her cunt. Then she snuggled up against me, belting her robe closed. The fabric really clung to her flesh, nipples hard dimples.

"Damn, I love that robe."

She beamed at me then gave me a quick kiss. "Dinner will be ready, soon, and then we'll talk."

Talk? Oh, fuck. I remembered my promise to tell her how I could make people do what I wanted. "You still want to know?" She nodded, and kissed my neck. One command and she'd forget it all. It would be so simple. She'd be happy.

And a slave.

"Okay, after dinner, Mare."

We cuddled. It was wonderful. She smelled so delightful, felt so warm. I could stay like this forever. Why did she have to have a boyfriend when I met her? If she had been single, I wouldn't have needed to sell my soul to claim her. We both had felt that spark last night when our eyes met.

I glanced at Alison--my Pact did have its perks though.

I started drifting off to sleep again when Desiree announced, "Dinner's ready, Master." She was standing at the living room entrance naked save for a white apron. Her large tits spilled around the frilly apron and dark, pink nipples peaked out as she breathed.

We stood up, Mary belting close her robe, which clung silkily to her body, molding to the curves of her hips and breasts. Desiree led us into a beautiful dining room with a table covered in a lace tablecloth. Two plates had been set at the corners and the only lights were from mauve candles set in silver candleholders. Desiree handed Alison a bottle of wine and she poured us both a glass while Desiree set plates of food on the table. Steaming on the plates was a savory roast, dripping in gravy with a side of mashed potatoes. Bowls containing a mixed vegetable salad sat next to the plates, along with various bottles of dressing. Alison held a chair out for Mary while Desiree held one for me. Once we were both seated, the sluts retired to the kitchen.

"Umm, this is amazing," I smiled, taking a bite of the moist, delicious roast.

"You have to try this," Mary sighed, holding up a fork covered in mashed potatoes drizzled in brown gravy.

They were thick and creamy and the gravy was rich and savory. I took a sip of the dark, red wine, and it seemed to complement the roast. I didn't know a lot about wine, but this was the best glass I ever had. Mary made a game of feeding me with her fork, interspersed with her sweet kiss.

She was such a wonderful creature.

A bit of gravy leaked down her lips. I leaned and and licked up the savory sauce, my hand landing on her sexy thigh. She turned into the kiss, working her mouth against me. The dinner was delicious, but Mary tasted far better.

My hand slid up her thigh, pushing beneath her silk robe to find her shaved, wet pussy. Her thighs opened for me, a shudder passing through her body as I fingered her. Her clit grew hard beneath my fingers and my cock swelled.

Her hand found my dick.

I groaned as she stroked me, dropping her fork and moaning into my lips. Our chairs creaked as we fondled each other. Her hand was soft and lithe, stroking the tip of my cock on the upstroke, then sliding back down.

I shoved a finger into her hot depths.

She shuddered, her pussy squeezing down on my finger. I worked it in and out, thumbing her clit as I explored her hot depths. She stroked me faster, squeezing hard, twisting her hand about the tip before sliding back down. I felt the pleasure of her hand shooting through me, my balls tightening.

I wanted her to cum with me. I slipped a second finger into my love's pussy, curling them, sliding them about. She squeezed on my cock, her fist flying faster. She moaned into my lips as her pleasure mounted.

Her gasp of bliss was muffled by my lips. She shuddered in her chair. Her pussy grew very wet, squeezing down on my fingers. I made her cum. I loved to do that. Her hand slid up my cock, brushing the tips. I shuddered, erupting and spraying my cum onto the bottom of the dining table.

She broke the kiss, holding her hand up, ropes of cum splattered across her. She brought them to her lips and licked herself clean, staring at me with her green eyes the entire time. I brought my sticky fingers to my lips and savored her treat.

She smiled. "What a great meal."

"That was delicious," I nodded. "And so was your food, Desiree. I think we're ready for dessert."

"I thought I had mine," Mary giggled.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed the food, Master." Desiree blushed when she came out to clear the plates.

After the plates were cleared, Desiree and Alison returned with dessert--slices of chocolate cake and scoops of vanilla ice cream. The cake was heavenly, the texture spongy and moist.

"You are amazing," moaned Mary to Desiree as she took her first bite.

The Latina slut blushed.

"You are wasted on that fat husband of yours," I smiled. "I'm going to keep you forever."

"Oh, thank you, Master," Desiree purred. "My husband was starting to bore me. And his cock...so little."

Alison gave a wicked laugh and goosed Desiree's ass. "Gold-digging whore."

Desiree flushed, and nodded. "And aren't you quite the slut?" The Latina woman reached out, tracing Alison's nipples, then slid down to her tattoo. "I bet you are quite the wildcat in bed, aren't you?"

"Meow," Alison giggled.

Desiree bent down and whispered in Alison's ear and my pink-haired slut let out a wicked laugh.

Mary and I had both devoured our cake, and Desiree cleared the dessert plates, her heavy breasts swaying as she walked around the table. I reached out a hand, giving her heavy tits a nice fondle, her nipples hard against my palms. She purred happily and kissed my forehead.

"We want some privacy," I told the sluts.

Delight twinkled in Desiree's eyes, and she glanced at Alison. "We'll find a way to amuse ourselves."

Alison waggled her tongue at Desiree. "Yes we will, Master!"

My eyes lingered on both my slut's shapely asses as they disappeared back into the kitchen.

"Dinner's over, Mark, spill the beans," Mary eagerly said, leaning close to me; I could smell her coconut shampoo.