The the Tempter 's Pact
by mypenname3000
copyright 2013

The Devil 's Pact Side-Story : Madonna and Diane Go Clubbing

bank bill : This takes place between Chapter 17 and 18 when Virgin Mary goes out with Diane. Takes lieu at the Sami time as The D & D Group Side-Story.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a sleek, black dress that clung to my curves. It was low cut and a push up bra made my B Cup breasts look like C 's. The skirt was curtly, and the tops of my fateful fishing net would top out out as I walked along with the clasps of my blackamoor garter belt holding the stockings up. I wore hoary eyeshadow, a pink blush, and bright, red lipsticks that made my green heart pop. I was a man 's wet dream.

Or a lesbians, I thought with a smile.

I was going clubbing with Diane, this cute miss I fucked in the bath of a Nipponese chophouse. Her date was a complete tidal bore and Diane had more fun flirting with me then watching her day of the month talk on his cell earpiece. Mark was such a great guy he did n't complain when I disappeared into the bath with Diane for a little girlie fun.

After we fucked, Diane had invited me to go clubbing at this big, lesbian club in Tacoma called the dollar bill plunger. Mark wanted to play D & D with his crony tonight so it seemed the beneficial nighttime to assume Diane on her offer. I had never been to a order before and I was excited. The old me, before Mark, would never get gone clubbing, but Mark awakened me to new experiences.

I gave myself one finally tone in the mirror, turning to see how the skirt clung nicely to my shapely ass. I was going to break some sapphic hearts tonight. I grabbed a piffling pitch-dark purse and pulled out the wad of hundreds and slipped it down into my bra, the paper rough against my knocker. I was 19, so I would need to grease one's palms the chucker-out to get in. A yard bucks should be Thomas More than enough.

I was so excited I practically skipped down the vestibule and took the the stairs two at a fourth dimension. The living room was noisy, St. Mark 's brother were there, talking and joking and probably getting blown by a loose woman or two. I entered the livelihood way and I smiled at the sight. Sluts were draped across hombre laps, kissing them on the lips or on their peter, or getting fucked from behind. It was an orgy in the living room and I almost wanted to stay. mark 's protagonist were n't as disgusting as I thought they would be. One even looked to be pretty buff. Of course, another looked like a hairy beast and lived up to my expectations.

"Have fun,"I told Mark as reddish blue sucked his putz. He was standing in the eye of the aliveness room watching our sluts services his friends.

"You too, female horse,"he replied.

I grabbed Chasity, she was my designated driver. She would get to sit out in her squad car while I had fun in the club and hopefully get nice and drunk, and nice and fucked ! She was a Puyallup Cop, so I 'm indisputable she was used to such boring responsibility. And if she was n't, oh well, she was my slave and I could relieve oneself her do whatever I wanted.

Chasity was dressed in her slutty cop uniform, a bluing blouse that only buttoned halfway up, exposing the creamy gradient of her breast. Her chick was very short and black, thigh high-pitched charge just made her even sexier. About her belt was her public utility company smash upon which hung her armed service pistol, handcuffs, nightstick, mace, and whatever other gear cops carried.

"Let 's go, whore,"I ordered.

"Yes, Mistress,"Chasity smiled and we walked over to her cop car.

Chasity drove us all the way out to Tacoma. stain would probably progress to her have her femme fatale on the whole way, but fall guy could let the cat out of the bag himself out of any problems that would create. I did n't have that choice. Chasity got us there quick enough. At seven o'clock, dealings was light heading to Tacoma and we made good prison term. The club was on one-sixth Ave, in the shopping district, surrounded by good deal of ginmill, cabaret and restaurants. Chasity found a parking spot and I kissed her goodbye and headed for the club.

I pulled out my earpiece from my purse and gave Diane a outcry."Hey, I 'm at the club."

"Just trying to find a parking spot,"Diane told me."Oh, I see you."

A car honked and I looked up to see Diane waving from a silver Lexus. I waved back and watched her drive up the block and analog park. She got out of her car, a black-haired ravisher in a cream, wrapping around dress that was gathered at her right shoulder and held in home by an intricate knot, leaving her left-hand berm and a commodity bit of segmentation barred. The skirt of the clothes clung tightly to her round pelvic girdle. Her hair fell in black ringlets about her shoulder. She darted across the road, somehow running in her hound. I never was any safe at that. I can only achieve that careful lope that looked absolutely ridiculous as I struggled not to lose my balance.

Diane threw her arms around me and kissed me firmly on the lips."Wow, you look stunning,"Diane breathed."I could just cream you up mighty here."

"Save it for the social club, slut,"I laughed and kissed her back. She hooked her arm with mine and we walked up to the club.

There was a bouncer at the door, a big Negro guy who looked like he was an NFL linesman, he was so build up. Diane pulled out her ID and the bouncer just glanced at it. I pulled out the thousand dollars from inside my blouse. The chucker-out fingered the money, looked me up and down and pocketed the cash.

"sanctum damn, how much did you apply him ?"Diane asked.

"A lordly,"I shrugged."mug has way too lots money."

"And what does print retrieve you 're doing ?"Diane asked with a wicked smile.

"Oh, Mark knows I 'm here to get laid."

As we walked into the club, pounding dubstep boomed through the club. It was dark inside, diverse colored spotlights flashed about the club. There was a bar and circular tables on one side, and a large dance floor on the other. The social club was filled with adult female : big, butch women with short hair cuts ; lipstick gay woman, like myself, all dressed up and sexy ; punk girls with transfix hair ; goth young woman in smuggled wearing apparel ; cleaning lady of all colors : Black, Patrick White, Asiatic, Hispanic, and more.

Every woman that saw me smiled as Diane led me to the bar. A woman in a transparent, red clothes that showed her black, demi bra, bought me a drink. She had brilliant, blue eyes and her hair had been dyed undimmed Orange River. A Au ring pierced her scent and I noticed her melt off peg clad in red stockings held up by a garter belt that peaked out beneath her skirt.

"Thanks,"I smiled at her, sipping at my appletini before Diane dragged me off to the dancing floor.

Diane wrapped her arms tightly about me, are thighs intertwined. I could feel her wiry pubic tomentum and wet kitty on my second joint and she must be able to feel my wet pussy on hers. We ground our cunts as we danced to the music, a pleasant warmth slowly built in my womb. The euphony pounded through my body and my center seemed to beat in rhythm with it. Diane 's script gripped my ass, pulling my bitch tighter against her thigh.

Her soft lip brushed my neck. The olfactory property of her fragrance, her grievous bodily harm, and her shampoo filled my nose, an intoxicating fragrance that inflamed my senses. I was drunk on Diane. Her sassing were sucking harder on my cervix. I slipped a bridge player up her face and felt her breast through the her silk bodice. Her nipple was hard as a rock 'n' roll and I rubbed it with irksome circles. Diane 's lips sucked harder on my cervix. She was going to pull up stakes a love bite. A smiling broke on the rim. I bet it would repel Mark wild when he saw it. Diane was rubbing her sticky cunt harder and harder on my second joint and then she bit my neck as her soundbox shuddered with her coming. juice flooded my thigh, trickling down my leg.

"Oh god, that 's amazing,"she breathed in my ear, barely audible over the music.

I cupped her human face and then kissed her beautiful lips. Her tongue poke into my back talk. I slid a hand down and squeezed her ass and pulled her harder against me. I writhed my hips, sliding my cunt hard against her thigh, my clit pressed against her silky cutis. Every rub built that fire burning in my womb. I wrestled with her agile tongue as it explored my mouth. I was getting so close to my sexual climax. I thrust my hip heavily once, twice, and then that shuddering explosion as my climax fit from my womb.

I was breathing hard as I broke the osculation. Another Sung dynasty started to pound through the club. I started shaking my rose hip and I turned around, rubbing my ass against Diane. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back as I ground back into her. Her coat of arms wrapped around my shank, stroking my stomach, sliding down to caress my thighs.

The orange-haired char was sitting at the bar, her eyes glued to mine as I writhed on Diane. I smiled at her, licked my lips. I grabbed Diane 's bridge player and moved it up to my breast. Diane 's hand groped my perky tit. Then she slipped her helping hand into my bodice, into the cup of my push-up bra and began playing with my hard nipple. The orange-haired woman sipped her drink, rubbing her thighs together in rousing. Diane 's other hand was rubbing my thigh, and slid high and higher, following the strap of my garter belt, racing it from the top of my stocking up inside my skirt.

I trembled in delight as Diane 's digit touched my button. Orange River was watching with a sultry smiling as Diane began to feel me on the dance floor. She took another a sip of her drink as she watched me. The fervour of being watched, the music was pounding through my physical structure, and Diane 's fingers feeling so sensuous as they rubbed my vulva and clitoris, created a roaring firing of passion in my womb. It would n't be long at all before another orgasm crashed through my trunk. Her finger dipped into my wet hole sending even more yummy tingles throughout my physical structure, fanning the excitement.

Orange finished her potable and stood up. She strode across the dancing floor on her heels, hunger gleam in her centre. I smiled as she approached and held out my helping hand. Her warm fingerbreadth grasped my hired hand and I pulled her close. She swayed before me as I writhed in Diane 's arms, a beautiful goddess. Her breasts swung in her bra beneath her transparent blouse, her sleek thigh gleamed with sweat in the pulsing brightness level of the club, her orange hair waved as her heading rolled side of meat to side. Orange River 's face drew skinny and closer until I was losing myself in her deep, racy eyes as Diane 's finger pumped in and out of my cunt.

Orange licked a finger and slip it down her organic structure, circling her breast. Her former handwriting raised her doll exposing the bare lips of her snatch surrounded by the straps of her supporter belt ammunition. She slid her wet finger down started stroking her clit. My eyes were glued to her hard nub and the digit that slowly rubbed it. Then her finger dipped up into her cunt and came out, glistening with juice and held it to my lips. I could smell her juices, a sourish scent that tickled my nostrils, then her sticky fingerbreadth touched my lips. My tongue slid out, swirling about her finger and tasting her tangy flavor.

Fireworks exploded in my cunt as I sucked this strangers pussy juices. Delight sparkled in Orange 's centre as she watched me rock in Diane 's arms. Diane pulled her finger's breadth away from my cunt, muggy with my love and orange sucked them into her greedy oral cavity, tasting my smell. Then Orange was kissing me, my sweet-spicy flavor on Orange 's lips as my tongue eagerly tasted her mouth.

Orange pressed her body against mine, our thighs entwined, and I danced between my two devotee. I wrapped my arms around Orange 's neck and land my pussy on her leg as she humped her twat on mine. Diane pulled my skirt up and I could sense her wiry pubic hair tickling my ass, her grueling clit rubbing about my plump cheeks. Diane 's lips sucked at my berm, at my cervix. We danced and danced and I was lost to the music, to the orgasms.

Finally, I needed a breather. I slipped out of the dance floor, leaving Orange River and Diane to grind on each other. I sat at the bar and ordered another appeltini then took my potable to one of the dearest seats that hugged the rampart, I watched the beautiful women dancing as I sipped at my boozing. A warm up flush was spreading through my physical structure and I started looking around for my next conquest. It was overwhelming, everywhere I looked there was a beautiful cleaning lady.

But which to select ?

A pixyish girl, diminutive and diminished, with green hair and honey oil centre, sat down future to me, an implike grin on her face and two drinks in her hand. She offered me one of the drink which I gratefully accepted. It was another appletini I was delighted to find when I took a sip. Pixie was dressed in a silver, clingy clothes with no shoulder straps and a wispy skirt that fell to her human knee. Her breasts were small, picayune A Cups, her teat pressed hard against her bodice.

I took another sip of my potable and then the Pyxidanthera barbulata darted in and kissed me on the mouth. She tasted of cherry red lip semblance and fruity alcohol. I sat my drunkenness on a minuscule end table and then stroked imp 's cheek with my finger, trailed the fingerbreadth down her neck and dipped into her dress to palpate her small, apple-sized breasts. Her nipples were small and pierced by a barbell piercing that I played with. Pixie 's deal started to fondle my second joint and she leaned into me, kissing me more passionately.

"You are so beautiful,"Pixie gasped when she broke the kiss."Oh, I just have to savor you."

She slid down to the floor and pushed up my bird. She giggled wickedly when she saw my tenderness of fiery pubic pilus. She played with it, rubbed her face in my downy effeminateness, before she slid her tongue down and started lapping at my wet cunt. Diane was still dancing, writhing against Orange and she smiled when she saw me getting eaten out by Pixie. I grabbed Pixie 's putting surface hair and pulled her into my puss and rubbed my cunt across her face.

Her tongue wiggled into my pussy kettle of fish, twirling about the sensible wall. Her finger trailed down my taint and found the puckered hatchway of my ass. Her finger circled my stiff anatomical sphincter and then pressed forward. The sozzled ring of my ass resisted for several New York minute and then her finger was in my cover doorway, wiggling around in my ass. Her natural language slid up my incision, and started flicking at my severely button while her thumb wiggled up my cunt.

She was fucking her ovolo in my bitch and her finger up my ass, in and out, together, while her lingua played with the big money of nervousness contained in my hard, niggling clitoris. I was panting, the flack brewing in my uterus. I slipped a bridge player into my bodice and played with my nipple. Women on the dance floor were watching me, their eye glued to the Pyxidanthera barbulata eating my cunt and I moaned gimcrack, wantonly, wanting them to hear my passion.

"Yes, eat my twat, you lesbian slut !"I panted."Eat my bitch, finger my ass ! Yes, oh yes !"

I pulled my dress down, exposing my perky, freckle breasts and my twilight nipples, hard with my arousal. gremlin 's tongue was flicking faster and faster on my button, flicking as fast a hummingbird's wings. I was getting skinny and closelipped to my passion, ready to erupt my orgasm. I wanted every woman in the clubhouse to watch me cum on this slut 's infantile face.

"Oh my god, your tongue tone so good !"I moaned, loudly. more eyes were watching me, more beautiful mouths smiling in delight, eyes sparkling with desire. Oh god I was so close to cumming."I 'm so close, just a little more ! Yes, yes, yes !"My climax crashed through me, my legs went rigid and my spine arced and succus sprayed across the pixy 's face.

Without a word, the Pixie was on her feat and dancing to the music, her typeface covered in my girl-cum. A blond charwoman dressed in a man 's cause, her long haircloth flowing about her as she danced, grabbed Pixie and licked my juice from her face as the pair danced. breathing heavily, I finished the appletini Pixie brought me and headed back out into the dance floor.

I danced with so many woman, grinding my pussy on their legs, their hips, their ass while they ground back against me. Time lost all meaning, all that mattered was the music, the woman I was writhing on, and that sweet tone of release in my womb as I climaxed on them.

I stumbled into the bathroom, my head reeling with drink and my vesica full. I found a stall open and burst in and found a very jump charwoman, her skirt hiked up and her step-in around her ankles as she took a piss. She was tall, buxom woman with raven Joseph Black hair streaked with red. Her breasts were large, straining against the blotto fabric of her black attire. An oval had been cut out of the bodice between the white meat, exposing the inner slope of both of her great tits.

"Excuse me,"she gasped indignantly.

The memory of Fiona pissing on Korina in the hotel lavatory flashed in my head and the time I pissed all over Karen when we were humiliating her after her tone-beginning on Monday. Why waste matter my pee in the lav when there was a beautiful mouth I could fill.

"You have a pretty backtalk,"I giggled, buzzed from the appletinis I had consumed.

"Thanks,"the char flushed."Your mouth is pretty, too."

"I 'm Mary."I held at my hand and she took it, and replied,"Avialle."

Avialle, what a beautiful name."I want to pee in your mouth,"I cooed."Will you get down on your knees and fasten your mouth to my cunt and let me fill you mouth with my tasty pee ?"

Avialle swallowed, her eyes drifting down to my crotch."I … yes."Her integral body seemed to flush, her face, her neck, and even her white meat.

She slid off the commode bottom, kneeling on the dirty lav floor and pushed up the skirt of my dress. She licked her lips nervously as she stared at my pussy and then, almost in a enchantment, she leaned forward and her lip sucked onto my kitty-cat. I released my vesica, groaning in joy as my piss flowed out of my urethra into the strumpet mouth. She swallowed nosily, struggling to sustain up and yellow fluid leaked out of her mouth, running down her neck opening into her dress. I sighed, enjoying the tactile sensation of my bladder emptying and the thrill of pissing in a middling cleaning woman 's mouth.

When the finis of my pee dribbled out, she started to clobber me scavenge, her tongue pleasantly rough as she explored all the flexure of my labia. She devoured me, desperate to wassail all my fluids. Her paw gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the soft shape as her lips worked up and down on my lip. My orgasm came hard and fast and I had to snaffle the top of the stall to keep from falling over.

"Wow,"Avialle breathed, licking her lips."That was amazing."

"You 're such a pee slut,"I said fondly."chip in me your phone."

She handed me her phone and transmit my own headphone a schoolbook subject matter from the pee slut."In case I ever need to wee-wee in person 's sass again."

"Absolutely,"Avialle gasped."That was so titillating. I came without even touching myself."

She stood up and bent grass to kiss me and I stopped her."No, no, pee slattern do n't go kissing people with their dirty, pee stained lips."

"Oh, sorry,"she said, hurt.

I slipped out of the cubicle and headed back to the dance floor. I ground on more womanhood out on the floor. I had lost Diane sometime ago. Twice more I had to pee as the intoxicant ran right through my body. Both times I sought out my pee slut. I pulled her into the privy and all the stall were replete so she just knelt down and toast my piss in the centre of the bathroom. After she finished, three to a greater extent cleaning lady used her the Lapplander way. The last time I had to make, right before I left, I pissed in Avialle 's sassing right in the midsection of the saltation floor while this girl that had half her hair's-breadth dyed cotton candy blue and the other half died bright garden pink, grounded on my ass. Her name was Candy.

"What a awful slut,"Candy whispered in my ear as she ground on my ass."I got to pee, too."

"You heard her, Avialle,"I said.

Avialle eagerly knelt before confect. She had become quite the pee slut this night. Her lips fastened to Candy 's shaved cunt and I wrapped my branch around candy 's waist, grinding on her hip and kissing her. I felt her body relax and could feel the tautness leave her organic structure as she pissed in Avialle 's mouth. Then her rose hip started to move as Avialle began eating her cunt.

Candy shouted her orgasm and shuddered in my sleeve when Avialle made her cum. Afterward, Candy I started making out on a couch. She was beneath me and our skirts were hiked up and I started tribbing her, enjoying our clit kissing together as I fucked her to the cadence of the dubstep. I brought my sweet Candy to three shuddering orgasms. The third one was so intense she passed out.

smile in satisfaction at the pleasure I gave the girl, I stood up and glanced at my earpiece. It was nearly 1 AM and I was feeling exhausted. As I left, I saw a big, butch woman climb on top of confect and picked up where I left on, rubbing on the unconscious mind girl.

I found Chasity was sleeping in her squad car when I drunkenly rapped on the window."Did you have fun, kept woman ?"my cop slattern asked.

"Yes,"I giggled and then slipped on the curb and fell on my tail end. I sat their laughing loudly as the street swam around me."I think I 'm rummy, Chasity."

"I thinks you 're right, Mistress,"she replied, helping me up.

I kissed her soundly and then crawled into the backseat. It was so warm and cosy and suddenly I was so sleepy. As the car started driving, I was rocked to sleep by Tacoma 's chuckhole. The next thing I knew, Chasity was shaking me awake.

"What ?"I asked, confused as I shook off sleep.

"We 're home, Mistress,"Chasity answered.

Chasity helped me up and we walked inside. The living elbow room was a kettle of fish. Boxes of pizza were piled on the end table. Violet and Desiree were sleeping on the couch, spooning and defenseless. Cum stained both of the female child body. On one of the reclining chair, willow snored softly, cum oozing out her twat and lay sticky in her pilus. On the early lounger, Allison and Jessica were making out. Jessica was on top of Allison, her ass being gripped by Allison 's workforce and I could see cum oozing out of both of Jessica 's holes.

The boy had been busy, I thought with a naughty smile.

My stomach rumbled and I found a slice of sum buff pizza, frigidness, in one of the box seat and wolfed it down. Chasity joined me and found a part of supreme. I grabbed a fade of Hawaiian I found and followed the shouts to the dining way. scratch, Lillian, and his D & D group sat around the dining room board. A mat covered in squares was spread out on the table that they had drawn on with overhead playpen and figures lay scattered about.

I walked in and draped myself across Mark 's lap and felt his peter hardened. Pleased that I was arousing my man, I kissed him on the lip.

"Did you have fun ?"he asked."Because you reek of pussy ?"

I giggled."I did. I just have to go back to that club again. ”