The Devil's Pact Pt. 30

The beautiful slut lowered her tablet, a smile on her lips. "Yes, Master."

Mary smiled. "Oh, Mark, you know just what I need."

"My naughty filly needs her pleasure," I groaned while Lillian bobbed her mouth farther and farther down my cock.

I leaned my head back into the limo as we drove down South Hill. People had to pull over. They watched us pass. I wondered if they knew who was in here. If they thought it was their God or that scoundrel Mark Glassner. How many women grew wet? How many men were envious?

Damn, I loved it all. The attention, the women, the power. It was so intoxicating. We would change the world and they would love us for it. They would do anything we wanted. They would be our loyal servants.

Our loyal slaves.

Lillian sucked so hard as she drew her mouth up my dick. She swirled her tongue about the tip, making me shudder. Beside me, Mary gasped in delight as Jessica licked and nuzzled at her pussy, tenting the front of Mary's skirt.

"You naughty slut, yes. Lick your Mistress's cunt," I growled. "Make her cum."

"Yes, yes, make me cum."

Mary turned and I kissed my fiancee. The only woman worthy of sharing my power. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as my dick throbbed in Lillian's. The slut worked more and more of my dick into her mouth. The tip brushed the back of her throat.

My hand snaked out, grabbed her hair, and shoved her mouth down my cock. Lillian didn't fight. She let me force my cock down her throat. She moaned about it as I pressed her all the way down to my crotch. Her throat constricted. I yanked up, pulling on her hair. I fucked her mouth up and down my cock as I kissed my naughty Mare.

My balls boiled. I shifted, the excitement building as Lilian's mouth plunged up and down my cock. She sucked so hard when I yanked her up, and moaned so loud when I forced her down. The tip slid over and over down her throat.

I broke the kiss with Mary, grunting, "You fucking slut."

"Drink his cum," Mary hissed, her voice throaty. "Every drop, whore, or I'll spank you so hard."

"Yes," I groaned, my cock spurting. My cum flooded Lillian's hungry mouth.

The slut gulped it down, swallowing every drop. The pleasure rushed through me, and I smiled. I grunted as it seeped into my mind. It was exactly what I needed. The right amount of hot bliss to make me shudder in pure delight.

"Good job, whore," I told her.

Lillian popped her mouth off my dick and smiled. "I'm so glad I pleased you, Master."

"Yes, yes, yes, you did," Mary moaned, her back arching. "Oh, yes, and so is Jessica. You naughty minx. Oh, yes. Fuck!"

Mary spasmed as she came on Jessica's mouth. I smiled, our limo turning into Thun Field, the small regional airport where we stored our Gulfstream jet. I spotted the hanger ahead, our two stewardesses waiting in the naughtiest of outfits, their blouses cut so low their tits were displayed. Two hot, married women, their husbands both donors to my charity.

And their wives were forever mine. Damn, I loved my power. I smiled as Monique and Lize opened the door to our limos, their tantalizing breasts dangling towards me. "Hello, Sir," both stewardess purred, sex dripping from their voices.

Their auras were black and fringed with a hint of red--bound to me forever. They would never betray me or be used by the nuns to harm me or my family.

"Let's go to New York," I answered and fondled them both.

Chapter Six

And she burst out of the smoke, gun in hand, her bullets, blessed by the Holy Vizier, tearing through the flesh of Dagon's foul servants. The Holy Slut Alison stood over the cowering survivors, grinning. "Deliverance has come," she spake. "The Living Gods drive Dagon to the sea. Rejoice and sing their praise."

--The Book of Man's Salvation 1:22

Alison Hertz - South Hill, WA

I pressed the doorbell, a nervous flutter shooting through me. I didn't even know why I rang it. Technically, I still lived here. But I hadn't been home in almost a month. Not since Master claimed me as his own.

"I hope he likes me," Desiree said as she stood beside me.

"Of course he will," I said as I heard the approaching footsteps in the house. I took a deep breath, excited for tonight. Master and Mistress would be soaring off to New York, so we were free of our duties until they returned. A pair of bodyguards lounged before the house in their car, protecting us.

The door opened. Dad blinked at me, then his eyes slid over to Desiree. Then back to me. "Well, this is a shock."

"Daddy," I squealed and threw my arms around his neck. "I've missed you."

"And you've been a good sex slave for Mark?" he asked.

"The best, Daddy."

He hugged me for a minute longer before asking, "Have you forgotten all your manors, Alison? Who's your guest?"

I blushed and broke the hug. "This is Desiree." I took a deep breath. "We're getting married."

Dad blinked, his mind working. He glanced at Desiree, looking her up and down. I took in a deep breath, trembling. What if he didn't like her?

Then maybe you shouldn't marry her, my subconscious pipped in.

Dad furrowed his brow and then he smiled and hugged her warmly. "How wonderful!" He hugged Desiree tightly a second time. "Now I'll have two daughters!"

I let out a huge breath. My dad was always very supportive of me despite all the trouble I would get into. I had a very active id. There's a cute boy, my subconscious would whisperer, Why don't you go suck his cock? I bet his cum would taste delicious.

I always listened to the voice. It was how I met Master. My subconscious whispered, pointing out he was fucking Lillian behind the counter. I sauntered up, joined the fun, and almost exploded in delight when Master asked if I wanted to be his sex slave.

Of course I said yes.

My subconscious had guided me to so many delights, so it confused me that it had a problem with me marrying Desiree? I would still be Master's sex slave. I would still have fun. Marrying Desiree was a symbol of my love. Desiree was the most important person in my heart, and I wanted to have something special for just for us.

And together we would still serve Master and Mistress and share in debauchery.

You should only love Master, my subconscious answered.

I chalked my subconscious's concern to typical doubts and fears I was sure every person felt. Marrying Desiree was a very adult thing to do. It was a huge step. Something I never thought I would do.

But I wasn't going to let fear stop me from having my happiness, so I ignored my subconscious.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, sir," Desiree purred, snapping me out of my thoughts. She hugged Dad back with enthusiasm. Well, he was a handsome man, older, with distinguished, gray wings of hair at his temples. The pair looked so sexy together. "Your daughter is very important to me."

"I never thought Alison would settle down," Dad grinned. "She's a wild one. I don't think she ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Just 'friends' she would hang out with." I didn't think Dad knew the truth about my 'friends.' I had a lot of them. Ever since I lost my virginity at fourteen, I was the biggest slut.

"So, I am glad I made extra food," Dad said after inviting us in. "When you called me up, pumpkin, and said you were coming by for dinner, I thought you might bring your Master, Mark, with you. He is sure in the news a lot."

"Yes, mi Rey is," Desiree nodded.

"We're sex slaves together," I grinned. "It's how we met."

"Wow," Dad said. "It's all so much. But it feels right. You've always been a wild one. And Mark, well, he sure is wild. I saw him on the news today, giving a speech down in Puyallup. Says he wants to make plural marriages legal."

"It's a great idea," I nodded. "Master will change the world."

Dinner was just about ready--I timed our arrival perfectly. We sat down at the table and chatted. I was so happy. Dad and Desiree talked the whole way through dinner, both clearly enjoying themselves as they talked about so many things. I let them talk and get to know each other as I enjoyed the food. Dad wasn't a bad cook, but he was no Desiree. He made a pasta with this garlic and Parmesan sauce. After dinner, we retired to the living room.

Desiree snuggled up on one side of Dad, and I took the other.

"So... um... how is it with your Master?" Dad asked, a little flustered as Desiree pressed her large breasts into his arm. She wore a low-cut blouse, and Dad's eyes kept drifting down the front of her dress.

I couldn't blame him--Desiree had a magnificent rack.

"Things are great, Daddy," I purred. "Desiree and I just love being their sluts."

"Mmm, it is so much fun," cooed Desiree with her sexy, Hispanic accent.

"Is he really 'special.' You know, like people are saying?"

"Yes," I answered, softly rubbing my dad's thigh. "That's why we're his sex slaves. That's why you didn't have a problem with your eighteen-year-old, nubile daughter submitting to some strange man's lust. He has powers, Dad. They both do."

He frowned, "I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," I purred, sliding my hand higher and higher, my heart thudding in my chest.

He jumped when my hand reached his crotch, feeling his hardon. He let out a strangled grunt, asking, "What're you doing, pumpkin?"

"Master's number one command is to love each other," I purred. "Desiree and I want to show our love to you, Daddy." I leaned back, thrusting out my chest, the t-shirt tightly hugging my boobs. It was my favorite shirt. "What does it say on my shirt?"

"Daddy's little slut," he read. It was the t-shirt I wore when I met Master. It was lucky. Sweat broke out on his brow. "Pumpkin, you shouldn't be joking about this. I know I let you--"

I touched my finger to his lips while Desiree nuzzled at his neck. "For tonight, Daddy, I want what it says on my shirt to be true."

"Pumpkin," he protested. "This is--"

Desiree captured his mouth with her lips, kissing him hard. I loved how naughty it was watching my fiancee, the woman I loved, kiss my daddy. My fingers pulled down his zipper, my hand sliding in. I pushed aside his boxers and grasped his dick.

His cock was hard despite his protests. I pulled it out, shuddering at how wicked this was. How taboo. I bent my head down and sucked his dick into my mouth. I savored the throb of it. I had always wanted to do this but was too scared.

No longer.

Daddy moaned as I swirled my tongue around his dick's sensitive head, making sure my tongue stud rubbed into the crown. I tasted his salty precum, loving it. His dick twitched as he gave in to the pleasure, kissing Desiree back.

His cock was wonderfully hard, throbbing in my hungry mouth. I reveled in the wickedness. Ripples of lust wracked my body as thoughts danced through my head. I sucked my Daddy's cock. I sucked his cock and I loved it. Loved him.

After Desiree, Master, and Mistress, Dad was the most important person to me. And now I was able to show him just how much I loved him.

"That's your daughter's mouth sucking your cock," purred Desiree in his ear as I bobbed up and down on Daddy's shaft. "Doesn't she have a delicious tongue?"

"Oh, god," groaned Daddy.

"Just enjoy her. I love feeling her tongue stud licking through the folds of my pussy. I bet it feels amazing on your dick."

"This is so wrong," Dad said, voice thick with passion.

"Relax, Papá," she cooed. Out of the corner of my eyes I watched her free her pillowy, nut-brown breasts. She turned Daddy's head, pointing his gaze at her tits. "You've been staring at my melons all night. Have a taste."

"This can't be happening."

"It is, Papá. Now enjoy."

With a groan, Daddy sucked on my fiancee's brown nipple. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I ran my tongue stud across the crown of his dick, my heart hammering for joy. This is everything I hoped it would be. I wanted this to happen. I wanted Daddy to enjoy tonight, to savor Desiree's large breasts and my naughty mouth.

And so much more.

Listening to my dad suck my fiancee's tits while I blew his cock drove my lusts to new heights. I cupped his balls, so heavy with his jizz. I massaged them. Warm and round. I wanted his cum so badly. I sucked harder, bobbing my head, taking more and more of his dick. He groaned about Desiree's nipples.

"That's it, mi Sirenita, blow your father's dick. Give him the sweet pleasure of your mouth."

I moaned a yes about Daddy's cock. I massaged his balls, playing with them. They were so swollen and heavy. The poor man probably hadn't cum in days. Weeks. Months. I needed to visit him a lot more often. I was his daughter. It was my responsibility to take care of him.

And his cock was wonderful.

"Oh, fuck," Daddy groaned, ripping his mouth from Desiree's tits. "I'm going to cum, Alison." Panic entered his voice. "You have to stop!"

There was no way I was stopping.

"Cum in your daughter's naughty mouth," groaned Desiree.

I sucked harder. Daddy squirmed. He ran a hand through my pink hair. He tightened his grip. For a moment, I thought he would try to rip me off his dick. But then his hand relaxed. He grunted, his dick throbbing.

Daddy came in my mouth.

His dick erupted. He grunted as thick, salty spunk flooded my mouth. I swallowed the first shot and the second, savoring the creamy delight. My daddy's cum poured down into my throat. He groaned, a third shot flooding my mouth. I swirled it about as I sucked the last drops from his dick.

My body trembled as Daddy's dick stopped erupting. I blew my daddy. I was so happy. I held his cum in my mouth as I rose, seizing Desiree's hips. She grabbed my head and pulled me to her, fingers digging into my scalp as we kissed. I shoveled my daddy's incestuous load into her mouth.

"I can't believe this is happening," Daddy groaned as I snowballed his cum with my fiancee right before him. "I knew you were a wild girl, Alison, but... Damn."

I shuddered, my pussy so wet as Daddy watched us play with his cum, our tongues dancing together. I squirmed my hips, my juices trickling down my thighs. This was one of the hottest things I had ever done in my life. Daddy stared wide-eyed at us as we swapped his jizz back and forth like the playful sluts we were.

"Thank you, mi Sirenita," Desiree sighed, finally breaking our kiss. "I love you so much. I'm so glad you shared your daddy with me."

Joy always trembled in my heart when she said that. "He's about to be your daddy, too."

I kissed her again, tasting Daddy's salty jizz on her lips. I loved her so much. No matter what my subconscious said, Desiree was an amazing woman. I would marry her and love her and together we would serve Master and Mistress for eternity.

When I broke the kiss, I glanced at Daddy. His face was flushed and sweaty, and he had a dazed look in his eye. Giggling, I asked, "Wasn't that amazing, Daddy? I loved your cum!"

"It was," he whispered. He reached out and touched my face. "You look so much like your mother, pumpkin."

It took a lot to make me blush--that did it. I never knew my mother. But Daddy had loved her greatly.

"Let's go to bed," I said. "I want you, Daddy. Soooo badly."

"She does," Desiree purred.

He didn't fight as we grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. I led us through the house, down the hallway, past my bedroom, and into his. His room was pristine. The rest of the house was a bit of a disaster, but Daddy kept the room cleaned for some reason. Pictures of Mom adorned it, sitting on dressers, hanging on walls. Their wedding picture sat on the nightstand. She smiled beautifully in every one of them. One picture on the dresser was taken a few days before my birth. She look radiant, holding her pregnant belly and smiling at the camera. She wore a hospital gown, sitting in a wheelchair.

"She's beautiful," Desiree whispered, putting her arm around my shoulders as she stared at the picture with me.

"This was taken right before she died," I whispered back. "There was a complication with her pregnancy. She almost lost me. But she held on long enough for me to be born. The doctors said it was a miracle I survived. They wanted her to deliver weeks early, but I would have been even more premature. And the odds of me living were not great."

"She loved you a lot," Daddy murmured, putting his arm around my other shoulder, sandwiching me between them.

I turned to Daddy. Tears brimmed in his eyes. I saw the pain, the loss. I kissed him, closing my eyes, a tear falling down my cheek. It was only a comforting kiss. At first. We both were feeling the grief of mother's absence, his more profound loss and my general ache at missing what I had witnessed so many of my friends had while growing up--a mother.

Then my ardor grew. I was kissing my sexy daddy, finally embracing the desires I had long suppressed. Here was the one man I wouldn't seduce before I met Master, ignoring my subconscious. I turned, pressing my body against his, wiggling my tongue into his lips. I could feel his lust grow hard against my belly. It made me kiss him harder, exciting him. I wanted him to burn with delight.

"We're going to rock your world tonight," I whispered in his ear after breaking his kiss.

He swallowed and nodded.

"Tonight is all about love, Daddy," I purred, pulling away from him and pressing against Desiree.

"We love each other," Desiree purred, her hands sliding down my skirt, cupping my ass.

"And we want to love you, Daddy," I purred, my fingers unzipping the back of her dress.

He groaned, his eyes widening as the dress fell off my Latina's lush body. Her nut-brown breasts swelled before her, nipples dark brown. She wiggled her hips, the dress clinging to her wide curves, her tits jiggling while I stroked up to them.

As her skirt fell, I leaned over and circled my tongue around her nub. My tongue stud brushed it, making her coo in delight. She ran her hands down my body as I sucked on her nipple, watching Daddy out of the corner of my eye.

He feasted on our nubile bodies with lustful gaze.

It made me so wet. I sucked harder on Desiree's nipples as her hands shoved up my tight shirt, pushing it up my body. I straightened, lifting my arms above my head, shuddering as Desiree whipped off my top.

"Do you like my tits, Daddy?" I purred, cupping my small, firm mounds, my nipples pierced by silver barbells.

"Sweet Lord, those are beautiful," he groaned. "Like your mother's when she was your age."

"Did Mom have pierced nipples?" I purred, twisting and pulling on them. "I don't believe that."

"No," he panted, fingers clenching as I played with my nipples.

Desiree unzipped my skirt as I twisted my nipples, my silver barbells glinting. She pulled my skirt off my hips, revealing the pink panties I wore on underneath, hiding the naughty tattoo on my pudenda. I turned, pulling off Desiree's panties, revealing her smooth snatch.

"Now it's your turn, mi Sirenita," purred Desiree.

I shuddered as she pulled down my panties, Daddy's eyes hot on my snatch. He groaned, seeing the words tattooed on my flesh. I stroked them, tracing the letters. His lips moved, reading them aloud: "Cum on in."

"I want you to, Daddy, whenever you can," I purred, moving down to the arrow which pointed right at my clit. "I love it when men, and women, cum on in me."

Desiree laughed and Daddy swallowed

I turned to my fiancee, looking so lovely and curvy, her juices trickling down her thighs. I shoved my hand between her thighs, stroking her hot flesh. Desiree shuddered as I shoved a pair of fingers into her cunt.

"I love this pussy, Daddy," I purred, fingering Desiree slowly. She was so juicy. "I love it. Do you want to see me love her, Daddy?"

"Please say you do," moaned Desiree.

"Yeah," groaned Daddy.