The Devil's Pact Pt. 04

I smiled at her. "You do whatever you want, slut."

Alison nodded her head, eagerly, licking her lips.

We walked discreetly over to the couple and waited for my chance. After a minute, they separated and I stepped up to the wife and whispered, "Tell your husband you need to go to the bathroom, then wait for me in there naked."

The woman glanced askance at me and, with a surprised look on her face, said, "Eric, I'm going to use the restroom."

"Hmm, okay, Beth," her husband answered, reading the specs of the Passat hanging on a window.

Beth walked towards the showroom and the restroom within. Her fine ass swayed beneath the loose fabric of her red dress as she strutted across the car lot. I waited until Alison walked up and started flirting with the husband, then I followed Beth to the restroom.

The showroom was deserted and I slipped into the women's restroom without being seen. Inside, Beth waited. She was naked and shyly held one hand over her pussy--blonde hair peeking out through her fingers--while the other arm vainly tried to cover her large, round breasts. A red flush crept across her face and stomach as I drank in the sight of her. The door had a deadbolt, and she jumped when it clicked as I locked the door.

"Wh-what do you want w-with me," she stammered in fear.

"Don't be afraid," I told her; she immediately calmed down. "I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to enjoy it. So don't be shy."

Beth's arms dropped away and she straightened; a sultry smile appeared on her face. Her dark-pink nipples hardened. I walked over to her, and pushed her back against the tiled wall, fishing my cock out of my pants. She breathed heavily, licking her lips in anticipation. I rubbed my cock on her wet pussy lips, then shoved all the way into her.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, "that's good!"

Her arms wrapped around mine and one leg curled around my waist. I grabbed it, holding her leg up and allowing me to delve deeper into her wet cunt. I fucked her fast. Alison wouldn't be able to distract her husband for long and then he would be wondering what happened to his wife. Sure I could just order him to accept that I was fucking his wife, but sneaking around with her was far more exciting.

"God, you feel good," I moaned, kissing her neck as her cunt gripped my cock with a silken embrace.

"Fuck, you're big," she gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're stretching me so good! Harder! Harder!" The bathroom echoed with our gasps and moans and the slap of flesh on flesh and that wet, squishing sound of cock sliding through dripping cunt. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she moaned over and over. Her cunt constricted on my dick as she came, bucking in my arms. I kept fucking her hard.

There was a knock at the door, we both froze. "Beth, you in there?"

Fuck, it was her husband. I slowed my fucking down and Beth moaned, "Yeah, um, I'm not feeling well. I'll be out soon!"

"Do you want me to come in?" he asked.

"N-no," she gasped, her cunt tightening about my cock, and she squirmed in my arm. I bent and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. "You can't come in! It's the ladies room."

"Okay, I'll be right out here, Beth."

"O-okay!"

God, it was exciting fucking a man's wife right under his nose. I fucked her slowly, barely pulling out before shoving back in. Beth moaned softly, her cunt squeezing my cock. Apparently, she found it exciting as well. She clenched her lips, trying not to cry out. "Are you going to cum on my cock again?" I whispered into her ear. "With your husband right outside?"

"Yes," she whispered huskily. "Fuck me with that big cock."

I sucked on her tit, leaving small bite marks. She was panting in pleasure and bucked in my arms as a second orgasm rolled through her. Her cunt squeezed so hard on my dick--it felt so amazing. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. My own cum was nearing, building in my balls. I kissed her mouth, tasting her tongue, and fucked her hard. One, two, three more times and then I erupted inside her.

I slumped against her for a moment, the pulled my dick out of her cunt and stumbled back. "Get dressed," I quietly told her. "Don't clean out your pussy till tonight. Walk around all day feeling my cum inside you and remembering how great the fuck was. Don't even tell your husband or anyone else about this. And don't feel guilty. Just think of me when your husband's little dick is inside you."

She nodded, grabbing her beige panties and pulling them on. She walked over to me and kissed me. "Thanks," she whispered. "I haven't cum that hard in years." She found her clothes and got dressed.

I slipped into a stall as Beth unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom. Her husband asked, "You okay, Beth? You were in there a while."

"Oh, I...um...I wasn't feeling well," Beth answered.

"I can see that," her husband said. "You look a little disheveled. Do you want to go. We can look for a new car another time."

Their voices grew quiet as they walked away. "No, I'm feeling a lot better now."

I planned on waiting another minute before exiting when Alison burst in, smiling and bouncing with excitment. "Did you fuck her good, Master?

"I did," I said. "What happened to distracting him?"

"Sorry, master," Alison said, her face deflating like a leaking tire. "I flirted and giggled and stuck out my chest, but he wasn't interested."

"Maybe he's gay," I mused. "His wife hadn't been fucked well in a while."

Alison nodded and then saw my sticky cock. She knew what to do, and dropped to her knees, engufling my pussy-covered dick with her mouth and sucking happily. I closed my eyes, enjoying my slut's hot, little mouth and hard tongue stud sliding around my shaft.

The door opened and a woman gasped, "What the fuck?"

"Shit, get in here!" I quickly ordered.

The woman, one of the sales staff, quickly entered the bathroom. She stared wide-eye as Alison didn't even stop her blowjob. "Christ!" the woman--Iris her nametag read--shouted, mortified. "You can't be doing that in here. Stop that!"

She was an attractive woman, early thirties, fit and toned. Her black hair was long and tied loosely back with a red ribbon. She wore a soft-blue, business skirt and blouse. Her face was twisted in surprise and disgust, with black-rimmed glasses perched on her small nose.

I smiled down at Alison. "You've been a good slut today," I told her. "I think you need a reward. Take off your clothes, lie down and spread your legs."

Alison peeled out of her t-shirt and dropped her skirt in seconds, and was on her back, legs spread to show her pussy streaked with drying cum from the man she fucked at the mall and her own juices. Iris was speechless, gaping at Alison's pussy.

"Iris, lock the door then get down there and make that slut cum on your tongue."

Hands trembling, Iris locked the door, then knelt down on the floor, moving slowly towards Alison's pussy. The nineteen-year-old slut writhed in anticipation as Iris breathed heavily, inches from her pussy. The woman closed her eyes, and let her tongue gingerly lick up the slut's messy cunt.

Alison sighed, "Lick my pussy. That's it. It's your first time. I can tell. But don't worry. Every woman knows how! Umm, yeah, play with my clit."

My slut's hips jerked as Iris's tongue grazed her clit. Iris's nerves relaxed, and she started to get more aggressive, slipping a finger inside my slut's cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you, Iris," I growled as I knelt behind her.

I rolled up her tight skirt, exposing well toned legs and tan pantyhose over white panties. I ripped her pantyhose apart, too impatient to pull them down, then shoved her panties to the side, revealing a shaved vulva with large, plump pussy lips, and a hard clit that protruded out an inch. Iris moaned into Alison's cunt as I rubbed my cock against her clit, before I shoved it into her pussy.

It did not get old no matter how many pussy's I fucked--they all felt warm and wet and wonderful on my cock.

"Fuck her cunt, Master! Use her dirty hole to satisfy yourself and dump your cum in her." Alison seized Iris's black hair, pulling the woman's mouth deeper into the slut's pussy. "That's all this whore is good for. Your cum dump, Master."

"I couldn't agree more, slut," I grunted, slapping Iris's mouth. "You're a whore, Iris. A dirty, fucking slut that should spread her legs open for any man that wants you."

I fucked her hard and deep, gripping her hips and pushing her face into Alison's cunt. Alison moaned, her body thrashing and her pierced tits jiggling. Every time my fucking shoved Iris face into her cunt, Alison let out a low gasp.

"Oh, Master, thank you," she moaned. "Her tongue feels so great!" Her tits heaved, perky with youth, and tipped with pink nipples pierced with silver barbells. "Uhhmm, I'm going to cum! Oh, fuck, keep sucking my clit, keep doing just that! Oh, crap!" Alison writhed on the floor then collapsed, and breathed deeply. "Fuck, that was amazing!"

"When a slut cums, she thanks the person responsible," I sternly said.

"Oh, thank you, Iris," she panted. "Your tongue and fingers felt so good on my slutty pussy. Thank you for making this slut cum!"

I pulled out of Iris, ready to cum myself, and jerked off over Alison, spraying cum all over her face and tits and stomach. Ropy, white cum covered Alison and she smiled happily. Without thinking, she gathered up the cum with a finger.

"No," I ordered. "Wear my cum. Let everyone see what a slut you are. You can get dressed."

"Oh, thank you, Master," she gushed as she dressed. "I'm such a slut."

Her shirt smeared the cum across her face as she pulled it over her head, and the spunk on her chest soaked right on through. She pulled up her skirt and, looking a complete mess, followed me out of the bathroom, leaving Iris panting on the floor as she masturbated. She must have been close to cumming when I pulled out of her cunt. I really didn't care that she hadn't climaxed--I got off, that's all that mattered.

We found Mary returning to the lot from a test drive with Frank the salesman in a sporty looking red convertible. I thought it was a little boxy for a sports car, lacking the smooth lines and exciting curves I preferred. But Mary seemed excited as she climbed out of the car and hugged me. Then she glanced at Alison, smeared in my cum, and raised an eyebrow.

"We had some fun."

"I can see that," she giggled. God, Mary was such a wonderful woman. How was I so lucky to meet her?

"So, this car?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," Mary smiled. "It's an Eos. It's so cute, don't you think?"

I didn't see it, so I lied, "Yes, it is."

Frank looked askance at Alison, clearly not sure what to say about the cum-drenched woman. "Slut," Mary barked, "go wait in the Mustang!"

"Yes, Mistress," Alison pouted, and walked away.

"Don't worry about her," Mary told the salesman. "She's very promiscuous. If you turn your back on her you'll find her fucking some guy."

"Well, lets get the paperwork filled out," I told the salesman.

"Y-yeah, of course," Frank stammered.

Chapter Three

The world will never know of your toil, of the blood you shed in their names to protect them from the Darkness. Find your happiness where you may, for the Adversary never rests and the war is never won.

--excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Thursday, June 6th, 2013 -- Sister Theodora Mariam -- Phoenix, AZ

Tex and Natalee were loaded into the backs of two Phoenix police cars. Both seemed stunned, staring blankly ahead. Cops and crime scene investigators were moving about, photographing the scene, talking to the six women that had been "kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery by the threat of force" by the pair.

Well, that was the lie I told the six girls to tell. It was close enough to the truth for the authorities. It felt great to defeat another Warlock, my heart singing, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. I wanted to scream in triumph. I felt so alive--I needed to get laid.

My order, the Sisters of Mary Magdalene, were dedicated to hunting down Warlocks--those misguided men and women that had made Pacts with the Adversary, selling their souls in exchange for three wishes. Tex had used his wishes to collect a harem of women with his wife.

But he hadn't counted on dealing with a nun. I exorcised his power and freed his victims.

"Are you okay, miss?" a paramedic asked me.

"I'm fine," I told him, waving him away, my attention drawn across the street. Newt--the man that had led me to Tex last night--pulled up in his car, and leaped out of it. A Phoenix cop stopped him, and I could see him shouting. Then Mable, his captured wife, broke away, running awkwardly, she was barefoot, across the asphalt street, a blanket clutched about her naked form.

I smiled as husband and wife were reunited. Tex had made Mable say the most horrible things to her husband, breaking the pair up. I had arrived before their relationship had been damaged too much, and maybe they would be ale to weather this storm--my marriage hadn't when I had become a Warlock's toy.

"Miss, is there some place I can take you?" a cop asked me.

"The airport," I answered. "I need to go home." There was nothing more for me to do here, my task was done.

"Oh, sure. I can drive you," he smiled at me. He was young, handsome, with a flattop haircut and mirrored sunglasses. So rugged. He opened the passenger door of his squad car, and I climbed in. I didn't see a wedding ring on his hand.

"What time do you get off duty, Officer Erickson?" I asked him. Until I returned to LA, my papal indulgence was still in effect--to accomplish our mission, I and my fellow nuns would have to sin a lot, so we were forgiven a head of time. I needed to get laid, and since I could sin a little bit more, why not with this handsome cop?

"Not long," he answered. "Why?" A smile ghosted his lips.

"Maybe we could get some drinks and I could thank you properly," I answered.

His smile broadened. "Sure. Why not. I know this bar..."

I shook my head. "Bars are so...impersonal. How about somewhere more intimate? Your apartment, for instance."

He gave me a look. "You've been through quite the ordeal today. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

I put my hand on his muscular forearm. "I'm going to have a great time with a handsome cop."

"Let me just punch out," he grinned, hefting my suitcase and throwing it into the trunk.

He held open the passenger door of his squad car, grinning at the other cops. He closed it and walked around, jumping into his seat. He glanced at his computer mounted between us, typing on the screen. "Okay, I'm off duty and released from the scene. I'm all yours, Theodora."

"Good," I purred, letting the yellow blanket the fire department had wrapped me in to slip off my shoulders and exposing my revealing bikini--his eyes fell to my youthful breasts.

There was something so sexy about cops in their blue uniforms stretched over their muscular bodies. I was growing wet in my bikini bottom as the cop raced us across Phoenix. I was pretty sure he broke a speeding law or three in his haste.

That was fine with me.

In no time we were at his apartment. He was kissing me as I stepped out of the cop car, pushing me up against the side of his car, the bulge of his cock pressing into my groin, stirring me up. He was so strong and powerful and I loved how helpless I felt.

I wanted to forget about all the degrading things Tex and his wife had done to me today. Getting screwed by this handsome cop was just the palate cleanser I needed. I would have screwed him right then and there in the parking lot, but another car pulled in next to us.

"Hey, Chad," a guy said. "Fuck, man, another badge bunny?"

"Something like that," Officer Erickson--or Chad, I guess--laughed, pulling away from me. "She was just begging for it at a crime scene."

I flushed in shame as the other guy ogled me. Well, I had been begging for it. "Come on, stud, I don't want to talk to your friend. I want to get screwed."

Officer Erickson laughed. "The slut can't wait."

"Cool, Chad. Catch you later. You can tell me just how wild she was."

"I'll be wild," I winked and the guy laughed.

The cop's apartment was on the second floor of the stucco building, the setting sun pounding us with its heat. Phoenix was as hot as LA and I was thrilled that the AC had been left on in his apartment.

"Do you roleplay?" the cop asked, pulling a pair of handcuffs off his belt.

I grinned. "Why not."

He seized my wrist with his strong grip. "You're under arrest for soliciting sex from an officer."

"Ohh, I'm so naughty," I panted as I let him wrench my arm behind my back, the handcuff ratcheting about my wrists. A second flood of moisture wetted my bikini bottoms as he slapped the handcuff around my other wrist.

"You have the right to remain silent," he said, his hands sliding up my side to squeeze my breasts in my bikini top, his lips right next to my ear.

"How can I remain silent when your hands feel that good?" I purred, his fingers pinching my nipples through my bikini top.

He pushed them up, exposing my breasts. I may be forty-four, but I didn't look it. One of the Gifts nuns of my order received--besides the power to exorcise Warlocks--were the bodies of an eighteen year old, and my breasts were still perky. His strong fingers were sending pleasure shooting right down to my pussy.

"There doesn't seem to be any contraband hidden in your top," he grinned, giving my nipples one last squeeze. I better do a thorough examination of your bikini bottoms."

"Oh, yes!" I groaned. "I'm so bad! Who knows what nasty things are hidden in my pussy."

He turned me about, my breasts heaving. I faced him, still wearing those mirrored sunglasses as his strong hands slid down my stomach, pushing into my bikini bottoms and through my golden, damp curls. I groaned as his fingers played with my aching clitoris.

"Search me! Be thorough! Oh, yes!" His finger slipped inside me and I shuddered, squeezing my tight hole down on him. "That's it! Get deep in me."

"Hmm," he groaned, a second finger slipping in, pushing deep into me. I arched my back, going up on my tiptoes for a moment as a stab of pleasure trembled through me. "I may need to get a closer look."

He bent down, pulling a penlight from his pocket and ripped my bikini bottoms down. His fingers opened me up, shining his penlight into my depths. I felt so naked and exposed as he stared up into my pink depths.

"Everything looks normal," he whispered. "So pink and tasty. And you're so wet. Are you that much of a slut that you're turned on by being arrested?"

"So much of a slut," I groaned.

"Then I better make you cum and see if you force any contraband out of your pink depths."

His face buried into my snatch, whiskers scratching at my sensitive labia. I gasped, his hands wrapping around my waist and seizing my butt, holding me upright. Bliss pumped through me, my body trembling as his tongue whipped hard and fast through my lips.

"Officer Erickson!" I groaned. "You bad cop! Umm, search my pussy!"

I shuddered and writhed my hips. The man knew how to eat pussy. His tongue was everywhere while his hands kneaded my plump butt. He ate pussy better than my husband.

I forced that thought away. There was too much pain remembering what the Warlock Kurt had stolen from me all those years ago. I concentrated on his lips, losing myself in the pleasure he was giving me.

My orgasm swelled within me. I threw my head back, blonde hair falling in my face. "Yes! I'm cumming! Oh, yes! That's it!"

He drank the juices that flooded out of me. His hands kept a hard grip on me as I swayed. Bliss pumped through my veins. My knees went weak and I wanted to fall over. But he held me, feasting on my pussy, his lips finding my clitoris and sucking.