The Devil's Pact Pt. 14

My frustration mounted with my fiance and his never ending sex drive. I was eager to meet my new gynecologist. I had high hopes of making her into our doctor slut. We already had Thamina, our nurse slut, and Doctor Willow WolfTail would, hopefully, complete our harem. I stalked up the stairs, my heels clicking. As I entered our bedroom, I could hear the shower running in the master bath and a woman moaning.

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass!" Fiona moaned. "Oh, Master, your cock feels so amazing up my ass!"

I entered the bathroom and threw open the shower curtains to find Fiona pushed up against the wall as Mark pounded her ass hard. A flush of heat washed through me as I paused to admire the sight. Mark's ass was getting more firm and was starting to be nicely shaped. I loved the way his ass flexed as he fucked the slut.

At this rate he would have a very nice, tight ass.

Remembering I was angry at him, I shouted, "Mark! We need to go. Stop fucking her ass!"

"She's cleaning my cock," Mark protested, flashing me a boyish grin and those gorgeous, blue eyes of his.

"With her ass? Seriously, Mark?"

"She lubed herself with soap first," he lamely answered.

Fuck, he wasn't going to stop till he came. So I licked my finger and caressed his ass. I pushed my finger into his crack and wiggled it into his ass. He gave me a wild look, and I grinned at him as I searched around and found his prostate. He groaned when I found it, and I massage his prostate through the walls of his bowels.

"Oh, fuck!" Mark moaned, his ass clenching as he shot his load off into the slut's ass.

"Wow, your cock must be all clean now," I said in mock amazement. "Get out of the shower and get dressed, Mark, we need to go."

"Sorry, Mare," he said, flashing that boyish grin of his that melted my heart. The shower shut off and Mark dried himself. Fiona was quietly frigging her cunt as Mark tried to kiss me.

"I'm still mad at you," I told him.

He wrapped his arms around me and I struggled to break free. "Then I'm..." His lips smacked against mine. "...going to..." Kiss. "...keep kissing you..." Kiss. "...until you forgive me." This time his kiss lingered. "Because..." Kiss. "...I'm so sorry." He kissed me again and my lips opened and I kissed him back.

I was weak. And he was so sexy sometimes.

"Fine, you're forgiven," I said and he captured my lips with another kiss. It was hard to stay mad when he was kissing me. It was kinda my fault anyways, not that I'd admit being wrong, but I did send the sluts to wake him up. I should have done it myself.

Mark's hand felt my breasts through my blue blouse. I wasn't wearing a bra and he was playing with my nipple. "Wait, Mark!" I protested, feeling his cock harden against me. Fuck, if I didn't stop this, we would be fucking on the bathroom counter and then we would be really late. "We have to go," I started to say, but Mark's kiss cut me off.

His hand slipped under my blouse and he gently pinched my hard nipple. It was getting harder and harder to care about why I needed Mark to stop. The doctor wasn't going anywhere, right? Mark pulled my skirt up, and I tried to push it back down. Mark's tongue was inside my mouth and he was making my nipple feel so good with his caresses. His finger rubbed at the crotch of my panties, damp with my desire. He pulled my panties to the side and then his cock was in me.

Mark was so big inside me, spreading my pussy with his girth and rubbing against every pleasurable inch inside me. Why was I trying to stop him? How could I have wanted to stop this? Mark felt so amazing inside me as his love filled me up, plunging in and out of me. His strong form crushing against my breasts. My clit rubbed on his crotch, my nipples rubbed on his chest. His hands roamed beneath my blouse, touching my back, my side, my breasts. My skin was alive with pleasure.

Mark broke the kiss, his lips sliding to my ear and he whispered. "I love my naughty filly."

I suddenly came. A glorious orgasm rolled through my cunt, my pussy walls milking his cock. "I love you, too!" I gasped as the pleasure shuddered through me. "My randy stallion! Ride me, ride me! Make me cum again."

Over Mark's shoulder I saw Fiona still masturbating her pussy with one hand while she brought gobs of cum from her ass to her lips. Mark's dirty cock had just been in her ass, and now it was in my pussy.

"What feels better?" I asked. "My pussy or Fiona's ass?"

"You pussy!" Mark panted. "She's just a hole to dump my cum in." Mark's cock deliciously rubbed through my spasming pussy. "Who's dicks felt better? Mine or those SWAT guys?"

"Oh, yours," I truthfully answered, feeling another orgasm building. I had fucked a pair of SWAT officers this morning after the raid. "They were just living dildos to me!"

Mark growled in delight. He could get so wonderfully jealous.

I gripped Mark's ass, feeling his muscles bunch as he fucked me harder. Our bodies heaved together. Mark had shown me this world of pleasure. I was addicted to the hedonism. I was always horny, always aching to be pleasured by Mark, by the sluts, my lover Alice, or any other woman that caught my fancy.

I had such power. No woman could resist my advances and I was engaged to Mark. He would be the most powerful man in the world. I would be at his side, sharing in his power. We could change things for the better. We could remake the world.

I needed to nudge him in the right direction.

"Fuck, here it comes, Mare!" Mark gasped and buried himself deep in me, brushing against my womb. His hot spunk flooded my pussy. I shuddered and came with him. I held him as our climaxes shuddered through our bodies.

I loved this man.

I kissed Mark, deeply. "We gotta go," I reluctantly told him. I wanted to be held by Mark and to feel his cock inside me all day long. That would be a great day.

"Yeah," he said, pulling out of me. I felt a little empty inside my pussy. My panties' gusset slid back into place, holding his sperm inside. I guess Dr. WolfTail would get quite a surprise.

Chapter Two

Mark Glassner was born to David and Sandra Glassner. His parents were unremarkable. His father was an out of work and alcoholic longshoreman while his mother was a devout Christian, throwing herself into different women's ministries and church functions. The outside world had no idea the problems that existed in the Glassner household until the night of June 15th, 2013.

--excerpt from History of the Tyrants' Theocracy by Tina Allard

Mark Glassner

Mary was looking quite fetching in her black, short skirt and blue blouse. As I studied her beauty, the sluts gathered in the living room, awaiting our orders for the day. I wanted to keep staring at Mary, but my eyes kept drifting to our ruined front door. It kept taunting me out of the corner of my eyes. Fucking FBI. Bad enough they had to raid my house, did they have to smash down the door?

"Desiree, track down a contractor that can get the door replaced today," I ordered the Hispanic slut. "And keep trying to reach that asshole husband of yours."

"Yes, mi Rey," she answered. Brandon Fitzsimmons, her ugly husband, had called the FBI and told them where to find us. He was free of my powers and causing problems. I knew Desiree never wanted to see him again. She was a gold digger and had married him for the money.

"Some of you need to be properly groomed," Mary added.

I nodded my head. "Violet, Fiona, Karen, Chasity, and Thamina, you five all need to go to the Heavenly Creature's Salon and get waxed."

"You can get whatever style you want, landing strips, triangles, whatever. But Mark and I want your pretty pussies bare."

"They need to be smooth as a nubile girl," I grinned.

"Yes, Master," Violet nodded, looking all innocent with her pigtails.

"The stylists are all under our powers. They have to service their clients," I added.

"Ask for Joy," winked Mary. "You'll have fun."

"Okay, we'll be gone for most of the morning."

"Have fun, Master and Mistress," the sluts chorused.

My stomach rumbled. I didn't have time to eat the breakfast Desiree made because we were running late for Mary's OB/GYN appointment. It was my fault. But I can skip a meal if it meant the fun I had. I did have time to grab a bagel and spread cream cheese on it.

I ate my bagel as Mary and I walked through our ruined front door. I waved at Anastasia as she walked out in her housecoat to put out her garbage cans. She smiled and waved back. I liked her better naked.

"One of your jogging sluts?" Mary asked.

I nodded my head. "Anastasia. I fucked her while her husband was upstairs taking a shower. He had no idea."

Mary giggled. "She's cute. We should invite her and her husband over one day."

"Yeah." I shoved the last of my bagel into my mouth, fiercely chewing as I climbed into my Mustang. I managed to swallow it without choking and backed my Mustang out of the driveway.

I sped the moment we were out on surface streets. The local cops were beginning to recognize my car. They almost all were under my powers by now. They wouldn't pull me over. The mustang roared as I drove through the streets.

"You want to see a movie on Saturday and have dinner?" I asked as we reached Meridian, the busy main street of South Hill and Puyallup.

Mary slyly smiled at me. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yeah," I said. "Just me and you."

"Sure," Mary answered. "A date night. What did you want to see?"

"Oh, I don't know," I casually answered.

Mary gave me a sly look. "I bet you want to see Man of Steel? Doesn't it open tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, trying play it cool. I was really looking forward to seeing it.

"Alright, we'll see it," Mary said. "But I'll get to choose the movie next week."

"Deal," I said, and reached out and squeezed her hand. I moved her hand over to my crotch. "I'd love it if you would suck my cock, Mare."

"Didn't you get enough at the house?" she asked, and then she laughed. "Who am I kidding, you'll never get enough."

"Nope," I grinned. "So, wanna help me out? You're so sexy in that dress."

"I'm sexy in every dress."

I laughed. "That's what makes you so wonderful and keeps me hard all the time. Help me out, Mare."

"It's not safe, Mark," Mary objected.

"That just makes it more fun," I retorted, rubbing her hand across the bulge in my pants. "I love your cock on my lips. You're the best. I'm so fucking horny."

Mary snorted in laughter. "You'll survive."

"C'mon, Mare," I wheedled. I stopped at the light, bent over, and kissed her lips. "Your mouth feels so nice on my cock." I kissed her again, her lips parting for my tongue. "You're just so beautiful. My cock aches whenever I'm around you." I reached over and gently groped her breast through her blouse, feeling her nipple harden beneath my hand.

"Fine," Mary sighed, her hand squeezing my crotch. "But this is the last time."

She always said that.

My zipper rasped down and Mary slid her warm hand in and pulled my cock out, stroking it a few times before her wet mouth greedily sucked on my cock. Her lips slid up and down on my dick as her tongue swirled around my sensitive head. A car honked behind me and I realized the light was green and I started driving. Fuck, Mary's mouth felt amazing on my cock.

My phone rang. The Mustang's radio was blue toothed enabled, and my phone's rings echoed through the car speakers. Mary kept sucking, her green eyes flashing up at me, her eyebrows arching. She had the same thought I did--it would be hot to talk to someone calling me.

I hit the call button on the stereo. "Hey."

"Hi, Mark," my mom's voice greeted me.

"Oh, hey, Mom," I answered, my balls throbbing. Mary's mouth sucked harder at my cock.

"Are you doing okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah, Mom, things are going great." My fiancee was sucking on my cock, so what could be better? This was as much fun as my last conversation with my mom. Then Violet had been sucking my cock.

"I just saw that wonderful news report," she gushed. "I don't know why I doubted you. It was horrible what that Agent Peterson was doing."

I grinned. "Yes, it was, Mom," I agreed.

"Ooh, those FBI agents really annoyed me. Particularly that Agent Heinrich. She was a cold fish."

Not anymore. Noel was hot to trot now.

"God, forgive me for thinking such unchristian thoughts about her." My mom went to church all the time and was very active in the various ministries.

"I found her to be quite a friendly woman," I grinned.

Mary moaned about my cock, her body shaking. Was she laughing?

"So it's just like I told you on Monday, Mom. I'm innocent. When the FBI raided my house, they realized I was the wrong person."

God, this was so exciting. Mary's mouth was bobbing up and down on my cock, sucking hard. Her tongue played with my shaft, with my head. Her teeth would brush pleasantly against my cock. And my mom's voice purred through the car. I never realized how sexy she sounded, a smokey, bedroom voice that could get any man hard. She was wasted on my pig of a father. He was abusive. I was glad to be gone from the house when I turned eighteen.

"Well, I'm so relieved that this is over with," my mom sighed and I gritted my teeth.

My balls throbbed. I couldn't hold off any more. My mom's sexy voice and my fiancee's sucking mouth sent me over the edge. My balls boiled and I groaned as I came hard into Mary's mouth. Mary greedily sucked my cum down, slurping every drop as it pumped out of me.

"Are you okay, Mark? I thought I heard something."

"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine," I answered with a grin as I pulled onto the freeway. "Just had to release some built up pressure. Anyways, I want to introduce you to my fiancee."

Mary sat up in the seat, licking a bit of cum off her lips. "Hi, I'm Mary."

"You're fiancee?" Mom asked. "That's so exciting, I didn't even know you were dating anyone, sweetie."

"We haven't been dating long," I told her. "But, we really fell in love and we're getting married in a month."

"Wow! Sure you're not rushing things, sweetie?"

"We're very happy, Mrs. Glassner," Mary gushed. "Your son is the best man in the world. He just fills me up with his love." Mary had a wicked smile on her lips.

"How sweet," my mom purred. Was that a husky tone entering her voice? She sounded even sexier. "And call me Sandy. I'm sure we're going to get along just fine. I can't wait to meet you."

"How about Sunday?" I suggested. "You can come over to our house for dinner."

"House?" my mom asked. "That one from the news report?"

"Yeah, I, eh, won a poker tournament at the Emerald Queen last month," I lied. "I didn't want anyone to know about it yet, until I had my finances all in order."

"Wow," Mom said. "That's pretty amazing, Mark. Well, I can't wait to meet your lovely fiancee. I bet she's just gorgons." I thought I heard a zipper rasp and then my mom sighed. "Mary, tell me all about yourself." There was a wet, squishy noise and another sigh from my mom. "I want to get to know you so well." My mom gave a throaty, lusty laugh and another sigh.

Christ, was my mom masturbating? One of Mary's Pacts with the Devil was to to have any woman desire her. Her wish was working over the phone. And then it hit me. That's how I could sleep with my mom. Mary could get a woman, including my mom, to do anything sexual that she wanted. Her power just made them so horny they couldn't help themselves. To protect my sluts from being controlled by a nun, I needed to fuck my mom. According to that bitch Lilith, the only person immune to my powers was my mom. For Mary, since she was a woman, it was her dad.

I smiled, my cock growing hard. On Sunday, I was going to fuck my mom thanks to my fiancee.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

A hot shudder past through me as I listened to Mark's mother let out another moan.

I glanced at Mark and mouthed, "Is your mom masturbating?"

He nodded, a big grin on his face.

"Well, Sandy, I'm a very attractive woman," I purred, so excited that my powers were making Sandy masturbate while thinking about me. It was so fucking wrong. My hand slipped down, pulled up my skirt, and rubbed at my shaved pussy, my fingers sliding into my wet depths filled with Mark's cum and my juices. "I have long, auburn hair, emerald eyes, and a heart-shaped face covered in freckles."

"Umm, Mark's always liked redheads," Mark's mom cooed. "So what's your bust size?"

That was definitely not a normal question. My pussy clenched on my fingers as I purred, "32B, covered in freckles. They're firm and perky. And I have a great ass. Your son really loves it."

"Oh, yes, I bet he does!" There was a stifled moan and heavy breathing. "What else, honey? What do you do?"

"I'm an art student at De Vry," I continued. My free hand slid up my body, massaging one of my perky B cups through my dress, playing with my nipple. "I love to paint."

"Maybe I could pose for you," my mom panted. "I've always wanted to be...ohh...painted."

"Mmhh, I bet I would love to paint you," I moaned. "I'm looking for a model for a nude painting. For class."

The look on Mark's face was part stunned at his conservative mother's sudden wantonness, and part thrilled that he got to listen. I loved my powers.

"Oh, I could do that...umm...for you, sweetie," Sandy husked. "To help you...ohhh...out."

"Uhh, it would be just the two of use!" I cooed, my fingers rapidly moving in and out of my cunt as I ground the heel of my hand on my hard clit. The pleasure shuddered through me. "I can't wait for you to cum over."

"Yes, yes, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum...over!" There was an intake of breath and a muffled cry as Sandy came.

The excitement of listening to my fiancee's mother orgasm sent a hot jolt right to my pussy. I gasped and sucked in a deep breath as my climax rippled through my body. I squirmed on the seat, biting my lip to muffle my moan.

"Well, I can't wait to see you and your fiancee, honey," Sandy cooed. "I'll convince your dad to come. Love you, sweetie. And your fiancee."

"Love you, too, Mom," Mark answered. The phone went dead as his mother hung up. Mark groaned, his cock hard and throbbing, rising up from his open fly. "Holy shit, Mare, that was hot."

"Yeah," I breathed, a contend smile crossing my face. "I guess my power works over the phone."

"Your power is how I'm going to sleep with my mom!" Mark exclaimed, excited to cross that taboo line.

"Of course," I gasped, my eyes widening in realization. "Wow, why didn't I think about that?" A naughty smile grew as my pussy itched again. "Don't worry, Mark. You let me take care of it. I'll get your mom so hot and bothered she'll be begging for your cock."

An image of Mark's mom kneeling before Mark, lust shining in her eyes as she begged to suck her son's cock, blossomed in my mind. My pussy clenched in delight. I couldn't wait for Sunday night. It would be so wrong and taboo. I wanted to watch Mark fuck the pussy that birthed him.

Mark groaned, rubbing his still hard cock. He looked at me, his blue eyes shining with lust. "My cock's begging for your mouth right now."

I smiled, my own pussy on fire. "Fine, one last time," I told him. I needed to stop sucking his cock while he drove. It was so dangerous, but I just couldn't resist this sexy man anything. I bent over and sucked his cock as we raced down the freeway.

Mark ran his fingers through my hair as I fingered my pussy. We both moaned and groaned, his Mustang reeking of hot pussy. I savored the scent as my orgasm shuddered through me. I gasped around his cock, sucking hard, eager for his cum.

He did not disappoint me. I slurped down every salty drop.

"Thanks, Mare," Mark grinned.

"Oh, it was no problem, hun," I answered. Then I flipped down the passenger visor and looked in the mirror, wiping cum off my lips with a moist toilette from my purse. My lipstick was a bit smeared, so I grabbed out my stick and carefully reapplied it.