The Devil's Pact Pt. 06

Master pulled out of me, slapping my ass. He pushed into a supply closet, searching for something. Cum running down my thighs, I strode into the kitchen and shoved the third cook off my wife before he could cum in her. I grabbed Lana's arm, pulling her out of the kitchen.

"Fuck, bitch, I was about to cum in that whore!" the cook shouted, his cock waggling. He stopped at the kitchen's door. I didn't care that the man hadn't cum.

"Dirty whore!" I scolded Lana, slapping her ass. "You know that pussy is mine."

"Ohh, I've been bad again," Lana said with a naughty smile. "Besides, it's Masters pussy."

She was right, but I still had to prove to her that my mouth was better than any of their cocks. Only Master's cock should fuck my Lana. I buried my face, slurping down her cum-filled pussy. I licked and sucked, swallowing salty cum mixed with her tart and tangy juices.

Lana ran her hands through my black hair, smiling down at me. "I love you," she purred. "Umm, you always eat me so hard after I fucked a guy."

"I love you, too," I smiled, my lips stained with cum, then I buried my face back into my cheating wife's cunt.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

"Mark, you got to try this," I giggled, waving at him.

He strode from the kitchen, a ball of twin in one hand and a can of whip cream in the other, his cock hard and bouncing before him. "What, Mare?"

I grinned and turned to Wanda. The small-breasted woman was sitting on a table, a bottle of champagne shoved up her cunt. The golden liquid leaked out and I bent down, opening my mouth. I yanked the bottle out and a flood of pussy-infused champagne gushed into my mouth. Mark joined me, and we drank the drank the heady liquid from Wanda's cunt.

Than our lips met for a kiss, my head swimming in delight.

"How 'bout some dessert, Mare?" he asked when he broke the kiss.

I laughed hard, clutching at my stomach. "Why...would I want...a desert?" Mark could be silly sometimes. "I mean...all that...sand?"

"No, des-sert," Mark pronounced slowly.

My eyes widened, and I cooed, "Ohh, I like dessert. But I don't like deserts. Too much sand. Promise me will never go to the desert."

"You are so drunk, Mare." Mark shook his head, an amused smile on his lips. "Yeah, I promise. Who needs all that sand."

I leaned over, still giggling, and kissed him. "Good! Let's have dessert!"

Mark shot frothy whip cream into Wanda's champagne soaked cunt, the creamy mess hissing out and spilling out of her. That looked delicious. I bent down, eagerly lapping whip cream out of Wanda's twat. The frothy mess mixed with her tart pussy juices and the champagne.

"Umm, that's great," I purred as Mark sprayed some more, licking at her twat.

"Oh, yes," moaned Wanda as I took a second swipe, digging deep into her cunt for more cream and champagne.

The can frothed and I squealed as cold whip cream sprayed on my freckled tit. Mark leaned over, licking the cream off my dusky nipple, then sucking my hard nub into his mouth. I shuddered, lifting my face from Wanda's treat. Mark sucked harder, nibbling on my nipple, rubbing a ball of twine clutched in his hand against my other tit.

"What's this for?" I asked, pulling the cooking twine from his hand.

"Xiu," he answered, then dived into Wanda's cunt to lick up more cream.

It took a moment for my mind, buzzing on the champagne, to figure out what he meant. An excited flush surged through me and I hopped my feet and stumbled over to Xiu. She was still bent over the table with a burning candle up her ass. The candle had almost burned down to a stub and had covered her pussy and ass in melted wax.

I yanked the candle out of her ass, dumping it in the ice bucket. Xiu moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure. She still had hair on her cunt. That wouldn't do. I started peeling off the wax, ripping off her pussy hair.

"Oh, yes, keep ripping," Xiu moaned, her pussy dripping juices as she got off on the pain.

"There," I smiled, looking at a nearly bare cunt. "Much better."

"I agree, Mistress," panted Xiu. "Um, that hurt so wonderfully!"

"I bet you would be so pretty tied up," I grinned.

She nodded, not fighting as I grabbed her hands and tied her wrists together behind her back with the cooking twine. Then I bound the twine around her legs, the thin cord biting deep into her flesh. I kept wrapping her body in twine, pinning her arms to her side and crisscrossing her large tits until they bulged obscenely around the tight bindings.

"What's next?" I asked, surveying the sight.

"My pussy," Xiu moaned, struggling at her restraints.

"Dirty slut," I laughed, pushing the twin through her crotch and pulling it tight against her pussy, her labia engulfing the twine as I pulled it tight.

"So wonderful, Mistress," Xiu purred in pleasure, writhing bound on the floor.

I flipped my bound slut onto her back and sat on her face, moaning as the Chinese waitress's tongue slid through my shaved pussy. I swayed, lost to the pleasure, my fingers playing with Xiu's butterfly piercings dangling from her nipples.

This was such a magical night.

* * *

Mark Glassner

"Your limo is here, sir," the Maitre D announced from the restaurant's entrance. He surveyed the orgy with a look of dismay at the mess we had created.

I frowned. Limo?

Out of the drunk fog rose the arrangements I had Alison make yesterday--a limo to arrive at 1 AM and drive us to the Four Seasons Hotel.

But Wanda's ass felt to good wrapped around my cock for me to stop fucking the slutty waitress. "Tell him we'll be done in a few minutes. Then go to the kitchen and have some fun." I had all ready sent Hannah and Ingrid in there to entertain the cooks. They had prepared us a delicious dinner, and deserved their reward.

"Very well, sir," the Maitre D replied stiffly.

I looked around at the debauchery as I plowed Wanda's tight ass. Mary sat on the bound Xiu and had Fiona sucking on one tit and Korina on the other while Chantelle and Lana were sixty-nining near the kitchen. Inside the kitchen, the Maitre D had found Ingrid's ass and fucked her hard as Hannah had a cock in all three holes: ass, pussy, and mouth.

I fucked Wanda's ass hard, watching my fiancee get pleasured by three sluts. Mary was panting in passion, writhing on Xiu's tongue as her orgasm swept through her. My orgasm shuddered through me. This night had been amazing.

"Fuck, you have a tight ass!" I groaned, shooting my spunk deep into Wanda's bowels.

"Eat me, slut!" gasped Mary. "Oh, fuck!"

I pulled out of Wanda, stumbling over to Mary. "Limo's here."

"What, dear," she moaned, leaning forward to suck on the tip of my cock. The room swam and I almost stumbled back.

"It's time to go."

No one bothered to dress. I was too drunk to care, and the waitresses were under my power. Wanda pulled herself up, my cum leaking out of her ass. I hefted the bound Xiu over my shoulder, the Asian slut moaning in delight. She was light as a feather.

Mary took my arm, her touch light. "Let's go," I grinned, my hand holding Xiu smacked her ass; she squealed for joy. Our newlywed sex slaves and the waitresses--except Ingrid and Hannah, who were busy entertaining the kitchen staff--followed us naked towards the elevator.

My mind swam on the ride down. I was buried into Fiona's cunt before I even realized it, hammering away at her silky flesh. The elevator door dinged open and we stumbled out. The limo driver didn't even react as our naked party towards his white limo. I guess he was just used to wild parties. He just held open the door for us and we piled in.

"Look, Mare," I laughed. "There was a sunroof!"

"Open it," she giggled, sprawled across Lana and Chantelle.

I did, pulling Fiona up with me. I wanted to finish what we started in the elevator.

"Master," she moaned as I slammed into her tight pussy, fucking her hard as the streets of the Seattle past by.

I didn't care who saw me fucking this Irish beauty. Power and champagne buzzed through me. No one could stop me. I could do what the fuck I wanted. Fiona pumped her hips back into my thrusts, her pussy wet and clinging to my cock.

"This is so wild!" screeched Mary, rising up beside me.

I wrapped an arm around her waist as she pulled Wanda's face to her cunt.

"Everyone can see us," she giggled, thrusting her freckled tits forward.

If I had been sober, I would have been amazed at the miracle of not passing any Seattle cops, but I was too drunk to realize that. I pumped into Fiona's ass, her pussy gripping me tight, her tits squeezed between my fingers.

My balls tightened as the few people on the streets gaped at us. Fiona's gasps and Mary's cries echoed whenever we stopped at a red light, bouncing through the quiet streets of the sleeping city. My body tensed, my cum nearing.

"This is so exciting, Mark!" gasped my fiancee, her small tits jiggling as she shuddered, writhing on the slut's hungry mouth. "I'm cumming and everyone can see me!"

Her words shot through me. My balls erupted into Fiona's tight cunt. I flooded the sex slave's tight pussy, my seed leaking out of her as I pulled away, my cock drenched in her passion. I threw my arm around my fiancee, pulling her tight against me.

"Let everyone see how much I love you," I told her, kissing her hard as the limo pulled up in front of the Four Season hotel.

"Have a good evening," the limo driver said, holding the door open as our party stumbled out naked.

"You're a great driver," I declared, grabbing Wanda and thrust her into him. "Just the best! You can have her the rest of the night for a tip."

"Thanks, sir," the driver grinned as Wanda pressed her naked body tight against him.

The hotel lobby was almost deserted, only the night concierge, an attractive Black woman with coffee-cream skin, and a bellhop lounged behind the counter. The concierge's eyes widened as we stumbled in.

"Shit! Call the cops," she gasped. "You can't--"

"Damn, that's the terrorist!" the bellhop gasped.

"There is nothing wrong with a group of naked people," I commanded, stumbling up to the counter. Everything fuzzed for a moment. "It's perfectly fine. And I'm not a terrorist! Now, I have a reservation for the presidential suite."

"Okay, sir," the Black woman nodded, typing at the keyboard.

"And Chantelle and Lana there can have the honeymoon suite for a week. Use the same card the presidential suite is charged to." That was Brandon Fitzsimmons's credit card, more of Alison's work.

"Of course, sir," she nodded, typing fast. "There is another couple schedule to have the room."

"Bump 'em," I commanded.

"Very well, sir," she smiled. She had a pretty mouth.

I decided to have her.

On the elevator ride up, I enjoyed some Black pussy, fucking the concierge hard. Her pussy was tight and wet and she curse and swore like a wild bitch as I fucked her from behind. Her wide ass jiggled every time my groin smacked into her as I rapidly fucked her.

Mary kissed the bellhop as I reamed the concierge. He was a handsome, his uniform tight across a muscular frame. His pants fell around his ankles and he pinned my fiancee to the elevator wall, frantically fucking her pussy. Mary gripped his clenching ass, and then slid a finger up into his asshole.

The guy bucked wild as she wormed her finger in and out of his ass. The bellhop groaned, "Fuck, I'm cumming, you nasty slut! What a fucking whore you are!"

Anger surged in me, how dare this asshole call my fiancee a slut. Without thinking, I pulled out of the Black woman's cunt, drew back my fist, and punched the jackass in the side of the head. He stumbled back and glared at me. "That's my fiancee you're talking about, asshole!" I roared and punched him a second time, breaking his nose.

"Your fiancee's a whore!" he shouted back, clutching his nose, struggling to keep his balance, hampered by the pants around his ankles.

"You will never get hard for a woman again," I snarled at him; his cock wilted. "The only pleasure you'll get is from your hand. Now apologize to her and get our bags."

"Sorry," he muttered to Mary, blood trickling from his nose. "You're not a slut or a whore." The elevator dinged and the doors opened on the top floor.

"God, that was hot," Mary moaned, rubbing up against me. She pushed me out into the hallway and up against the wall, kissing me passionately. "The way you broke his nose," she panted and wrapped her legs about my hips, sliding her sloppy pussy onto my hard cock. "My horny stallion is so powerful! Take me!"

"No one insults my naughty filly!" I hissed. "You're my slut!"

"Yes, yes!" she gasped, working her hips, her pussy squeezing about my cock. "I'm your slutty, naughty filly!"

There was this weird, wrong thrill at feeling my fiancee's pussy greased by another man's spunk. It spurred me to pound her pussy hard. Mary clung to me, her hips writhing, fucking me back and panting with pleasure. This was my cunt and someone had been in it. Another man had violated her pussy and sullied it with their nasty cum. I could feel how eager her cunt was for my cock. And now it was time for me to reclaim her, to mark her as mine.

"Mark," she moaned, cumming hard on my cock.

"My naughty Filly," I grunted and I filled her with my cum, washing her cunt clean of that other man's violation.

My head swam as we stumbled into our hotel room and everything fuzzed to black.

To be continued...