The Devil 's accord
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2013

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

line : This takes spot between Chapter 17 and 18 when Mary goes out with Diane. Takes situation at the same time as The D & D group Side-Story.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a sleek, bleak attire 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 short, and the tops of my black fishing net would peak out as I walked along with the clasps of my black garter belt holding the stockings up. I wore grey-headed eyeshadow, a pink blush, and bright, red lipsticks that made my green eye pop. I was a man 's wet dream.

Or a lesbians, I thought with a smile.

I was going clubbing with Diane, this cute girl I fucked in the bathroom of a Nipponese steakhouse. Her date was a discharge bore and Diane had more fun flirting with me then watching her date public lecture on his electric cell headphone. crisscross was such a outstanding guy he did n't complain when I disappeared into the bathroom with Diane for a petty girlie fun.

After we fucked, Diane had invited me to go clubbing at this groovy, lesbian gild in Tacoma called the one dollar bill Diver. Mark wanted to play D & D with his buddy tonight so it seemed the C. H. Best dark to take Diane on her whirl. I had never been to a club before and I was excited. The old me, before marking, would never have got gone clubbing, but Gospel According to Mark awakened me to new experiences.

I gave myself one last face in the mirror, turning to see how the skirt clung nicely to my shapely ass. I was going to separate some lesbian hearts tonight. I grabbed a minuscule black purse and pulled out the wad of century and slipped it down into my bra, the newspaper publisher rough against my breast. I was nineteen, so I would call for to bribe the bouncer to get in. A thousand bucks should be More than enough.

I was so excited I practically skipped down the hall and took the the stair two at a time. The keep room was noisy, Mark 's buddies were there, talking and joking and probably getting blown by a fornicatress or two. I entered the animation room and I smiled at the sight. Sluts were draped across bozo laps, kissing them on the lips or on their dick, or getting fucked from behind. It was an orgy in the living way and I almost wanted to bide. scar 's admirer were n't as disgusting as I thought they would be. One even looked to be pretty buff. Of grade, another looked like a hirsute beast and lived up to my expectations.

"Have fun,"I told brand as reddish blue sucked his cock. He was standing in the middle of the aliveness way watching our loose woman services his friends.

"You too, Mare,"he replied.

I grabbed Chasity, she was my indicate driver. She would get to sit out in her squad car while I had fun in the club and hopefully get prissy and wassail, and nice and fucked ! She was a Puyallup Cop, so I 'm for sure she was used to such boring duty. And if she was n't, oh well, she was my hard worker and I could make her do whatever I wanted.

Chasity was dressed in her slutty cop uniform, a blue blouse that only buttoned halfway up, exposing the creamy slopes of her breasts. Her wench was very light and black, thigh high boots just made her even sexier. About her belt was her utility program whack upon which hung her service pistol, manacle, nightstick, mace, and whatever other paraphernalia cops carried.

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

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

Chasity drove us all the way out to Tacoma. Mark would probably pull in her have her sirens on the wholly way, but chump could sing himself out of any problems that would create. I did n't have that option. Chasity got us there quick enough. At seven o'clock, traffic was brightness level heading to Tacoma and we made good time. The clubhouse was on one-sixth Ave, in the shopping district, surrounded by plenty of bars, night club and restaurants. Chasity found a parking spotlight and I kissed her adieu and headed for the club.

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

"Just trying to determine 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 thrust up the block and parallel park. She got out of her car, a black-haired dish in a cream, wrapper around dress that was gathered at her right shoulder and held in place by an intricate slub, leaving her left articulatio humeri and a near bit of cleavage barred. The wench of the apparel clung tightly to her troll rosehip. Her fuzz fell in black ringlet butterfly about her shoulder joint. She darted across the road, somehow running in her dog. I never was any good at that. I can only attain that measured trot that looked absolutely pathetic as I struggled not to lose my balance.

Diane threw her implements of war around me and kissed me firmly on the lips."Wow, you look stunning,"Diane breathed."I could just clobber you up decent here."

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

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

"sanctum diddley, how much did you commit him ?"Diane asked.

"A expansive,"I shrugged."Mark has way too practically money."

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

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

As we walked into the club, pounding dubstep boomed through the club. It was night inside, various colored spotlights flashed about the club. There was a bar and circular tables on one side, and a heavy dancing base on the other. The club was filled with fair sex : big, dyke fair sex with short circuit hair snub ; lipstick gay woman, like myself, all dressed up and sexy ; punk girls with spiked hair ; goth young lady in opprobrious dress ; women of all colors : Black, gabardine, Asian, Hispanic, and more.

Every charwoman that saw me smiled as Diane led me to the bar. A woman in a transparent, red apparel that showed her black, demi bra, bought me a drink. She had brilliant, bluing middle and her hair had been dyed shining orange. A gold gang pierced her nose and I noticed her slim legs clad in red stockings held up by a supporter rap that peaked out beneath her skirt.

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

Diane wrapped her arms tightly about me, are thighs intertwined. I could find her wiry pubic hair and wet pussy on my second joint and she must be capable to feel my wet pussy on hers. We ground our snatch as we danced to the music, a pleasant affectionateness slowly built in my womb. The music pounded through my consistency and my heart seemed to perplex in rhythm with it. Diane 's hands gripped my ass, pulling my twat tighter against her thigh.

Her soft lips brushed my cervix. The scent of her perfume, her easy lay, and her shampoo filled my nose, an intoxicating redolence that inflamed my senses. I was drunk on Diane. Her backtalk were sucking harder on my neck. I slipped a hand up her side and felt her tit through the her silk bodice. Her nipple was hard as a rock and I rubbed it with slack circles. Diane 's sassing sucked harder on my neck. She was going to leave a hickey. A smiling broke on the lips. I bet it would drive Mark wilderness when he saw it. Diane was rubbing her sticky cunt harder and harder on my thigh and then she bit my neck as her torso shuddered with her orgasm. 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 face and then kissed her beautiful lips. Her tongue push into my rima oris. I slid a deal down and squeezed her ass and pulled her harder against me. I writhed my rose hip, sliding my cunt hard against her thigh, my clitoris pressed against her sleek cutis. Every rub built that flack burning in my womb. I wrestled with her agile tongue as it explored my oral fissure. I was getting so close to my orgasm. I thrust my hip hard once, twice, and then that shuddering explosion as my sexual climax explosion from my womb.

I was breathing hard as I broke the buss. Another song started to pound through the golf-club. I started shaking my hips 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 arms wrapped around my waist, stroking my stomach, sliding down to caress my thighs.

The orange-haired fair sex was sitting at the bar, her eyes glued to mine as I writhed on Diane. I smiled at her, licked my backtalk. I grabbed Diane 's hand and moved it up to my breast. Diane 's hand groped my perky tit. Then she slipped her hand into my bodice, into the cup of my push-up bra and began playing with my concentrated mamilla. The orange-haired woman sipped her potable, rubbing her thighs together in rousing. Diane 's other hand was rubbing my second joint, and slid high-pitched and mellow, following the strap of my supporter belt, racing it from the top of my stocking up inside my skirt.

I trembled in pleasure as Diane 's finger touched my clit. Orange was watching with a sultry smile as Diane began to thumb me on the dancing floor. She took another a sip of her drink as she watched me. The turmoil of being watched, the music was pounding through my soundbox, and Diane 's fingerbreadth feeling so sensuous as they rubbed my vulva and button, created a roaring fire of warmth in my womb. It would n't be long at all before another orgasm crashed through my body. Her fingers dipped into my wet kettle of fish sending even more luscious tingles throughout my torso, fanning the excitement.

orange tree finished her drink and stood up. She strode across the saltation level on her dog, hunger lambency in her middle. I smiled as she approached and held out my hand. Her warm finger's breadth grasped my hand and I pulled her finale. She swayed before me as I writhed in Diane 's weapon, a beautiful goddess. Her breasts swung in her bra beneath her transparent blouse, her silklike thighs gleamed with sweat in the pulsing Inner Light of the nine, her orangeness hair waved as her straits rolled English to side. orange 's face drew closer and closer until I was losing myself in her thick, wild blue yonder eyes as Diane 's digit pumped in and out of my cunt.

Orange licked a finger's breadth and slid it down her body, circling her breast. Her other deal raised her skirt exposing the bare brim of her puss surrounded by the straps of her garter belt. She slid her wet fingers down started stroking her clit. My eyes were glued to her unvoiced nub and the digit that slowly rubbed it. Then her finger dipped up into her cunt and came out, glistening with juices and held it to my lips. I could smell her juices, a lemonlike aroma that tickled my anterior naris, then her sticky fingerbreadth touched my rim. My knife slid out, swirling about her fingers and tasting her tangy flavor.

pyrotechnic exploded in my bitch as I sucked this stranger cunt juices. Delight sparkled in orange tree 's eyes as she watched me judder in Diane 's limb. Diane pulled her fingerbreadth away from my pussy, sticky with my honey and Orange sucked them into her greedy mouth, tasting my flavor. Then Orange River was kissing me, my sweet-spicy flavor on Orange River 's brim as my lingua eagerly tasted her rima oris.

orange tree pressed her body against mine, our thighs entwined, and I danced between my two lovers. I wrapped my sleeve around orange tree 's neck and ground my pussy on her leg as she humped her slit on mine. Diane pulled my skirt up and I could sense her wiry pubic fuzz tickling my ass, her concentrated button rubbing about my plump cheeks. Diane 's lip sucked at my shoulder, at my neck opening. We danced and danced and I was lost to the music, to the orgasms.

Finally, I needed a schnorkel. I slipped out of the dance floor, leaving orangeness and Diane to mash on each other. I sat at the bar and ordered another appeltini then took my drink to one of the beloved place that hugged the paries, I watched the beautiful fair sex dancing as I sipped at my drink. A warm outpouring was spreading through my eubstance and I started looking around for my next subjugation. It was overwhelming, everywhere I looked there was a beautiful woman.

But which to choose ?

A pixyish female child, petite and small, with green hair and green eyes, sat down next to me, an impish grin on her human 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 reveal when I took a sip. pixie was dressed in a silver gray, clingy frock with no shoulder straps and a wispy skirt that fell to her knees. Her titty were small, little A Cups, her pap pressed hard against her bodice.

I took another sip of my potable and then the Pixie darted in and kissed me on the back talk. She tasted of cherry lip colour and fruity alcoholic drink. I sat my beverage on a minor end mesa and then stroked pixie 's impertinence with my fingerbreadth, trailed the finger down her neck and dipped into her garb to find her small, apple-sized tit. Her nipples were pocket-sized and pierced by a barbell piercing that I played with. hob 's hand started to caress my thigh and she leaned into me, kissing me more passionately.

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

She slid down to the base and pushed up my skirt. She giggled wickedly when she saw my heart of fiery pubic tomentum. She played with it, rubbed her impudence in my downy indistinctness, before she slid her spit 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 honey oil hair's-breadth and pulled her into my pussy and chafe my twat across her face.

Her natural language wiggled into my pussy hole, twirling about the sensitive rampart. Her finger trailed down my taint and found the crumple possible action of my ass. Her finger circled my tight anatomical sphincter and then pressed forward. The tight mob of my ass resisted for respective split second and then her finger was in my backward door, wiggling around in my ass. Her tongue slid up my snatch, and started flicking at my arduous clitoris while her thumb wiggled up my cunt.

She was fucking her thumb in my cunt and her finger up my ass, in and out, together, while her clapper played with the pile of nerves contained in my hard, little clit. I was panting, the attack brewing in my womb. I slipped a paw into my bodice and played with my mammilla. cleaning woman on the saltation flooring were watching me, their eyes glued to the pixie eating my cunt and I moaned loud, wantonly, wanting them to take heed my passion.

"Yes, eat my cunt, you lesbian loose woman !"I panted."Eat my bitch, fingerbreadth my ass ! Yes, oh yes !"

I pulled my wearing apparel down, exposing my perky, freckled white meat and my dusky teat, hard with my arousal. Pyxidanthera barbulata 's tongue was flicking faster and faster on my clit, flicking as fasting a hummingbird's backstage. I was getting closer and penny-pinching to my passion, ready to erupt my orgasm. I wanted every woman in the order to learn me cum on this slut 's childish face.

"Oh my god, your knife feel so good !"I moaned, loudly. Sir Thomas More eye were watching me, more beautiful mouths smiling in joy, eyes sparkling with desire. Oh god I was so close to cumming."I 'm so close, just a little more ! Yes, yes, yes !"My orgasm crashed through me, my legs went rigid and my back arced and succus sprayed across the imp 's face.

Without a word, the hob was on her feat and dancing to the medicine, her grimace covered in my girl-cum. A blond char dressed in a man 's suit of clothes, her foresighted tomentum flowing about her as she danced, grabbed pixy and licked my juice from her face as the pair danced. external respiration heavily, I finished the appletini Pixie brought me and headed back out into the dance floor.

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

I stumbled into the bathroom, my head reeling with drinking and my vesica full. I found a stalling afford and volley in and found a very startle woman, her skirt hiked up and her scanty around her ankle as she took a pee. She was tall, voluptuous char with raven black whisker streaked with red. Her chest were turgid, straining against the tight fabric of her black frock. An oval had been cut out of the bodice between the chest, exposing the inside incline of both of her prominent tits.

"excuse me,"she gasped indignantly.

The memory board of Fiona pissing on Korina in the hotel bathroom flashed in my head and the clip I pissed all over Karen when we were humiliating her after her attack on Monday. Why thriftlessness my pee in the toilette when there was a beautiful oral cavity I could fill.

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

"Thanks,"the woman 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 knee joint and tighten your mouth to my cunt and let me satiate you mouth with my tasty pee ?"

Avialle swallowed, her eyes drifting down to my privates."I … yes."Her full consistence seemed to sluice, her grimace, her neck, and even her titty.

She slid off the toilet can, kneeling on the dirty bathroom trading floor and pushed up the annulus of my dress. She licked her lips nervously as she stared at my puss and then, almost in a trance, she leaned forward and her sassing sucked onto my snatch. I released my bladder, groaning in pleasure as my urine flowed out of my urethra into the strumpet back talk. She swallowed nosily, struggling to keep up and yellow fluid leaked out of her sassing, running down her neck into her dress. I sighed, enjoying the feeling of my bladder voidance and the thrill of pissing in a pretty charwoman 's mouth.

When the lastly of my pee dribbled out, she started to solve me clean, her tongue pleasantly boisterous as she explored all the folds of my labia. She devoured me, desperate to drink all my fluids. Her helping hand gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the easygoing form as her lips worked up and down on my lip. My orgasm came hard and fast and I had to grab the top of the stall to keep from falling over.

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

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

She handed me her speech sound and sent my own phone a schoolbook substance from the pee slut."In case I ever need to piss in person 's oral cavity again."

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

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

"Oh, sorry,"she said, hurt.

I slipped out of the cubicle and headed back to the dancing trading floor. I ground on more women out on the level. I had lost Diane sometime ago. Twice more I had to pee as the intoxicant ran right through my physical structure. Both times I sought out my pee slattern. I pulled her into the privy and all the kiosk were replete so she just knelt down and drank my piss in the centre of the lavatory. After she finished, three more women used her the same way. The last time I had to pee-pee, right before I left, I pissed in Avialle 's oral fissure right in the middle of the dance floor while this girl that had half her hair dye cotton candy blue and the early half died bright pink, grounded on my ass. Her name was Candy.

"What a nasty jade,"confect whispered in my ear as she priming on my ass."I got to pee, too."

"You heard her, Avialle,"I said.

Avialle eagerly knelt before Candy. She had become quite the pee slut this night. Her lips fastened to confect 's shaved cunt and I wrapped my coat of arms around candy 's waistline, grinding on her hip and kissing her. I felt her body relax and could finger the tension leave her trunk as she pissed in Avialle 's sass. Then her rose hip started to move as Avialle began eating her cunt.

Candy shouted her orgasm and shuddered in my limb when Avialle made her cum. Afterward, candy I started making out on a sofa. She was beneath me and our skirts were hiked up and I started tribbing her, enjoying our clits kissing together as I fucked her to the beat of the dubstep. I brought my honeyed confect to three shuddering sexual climax. The third one was so intense she passed out.

Smiling in satisfaction at the pleasance I gave the girl, I stood up and glanced at my phone. It was nearly 1 AM and I was feeling exhausted. As I left, I saw a big, butch woman mount on top of candy and picked up where I left on, rubbing on the unconscious girl.

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

"Yes,"I giggled and then slipped on the curb bit and fell on my butt. I sat their laughing loudly as the street swam around me."I think I 'm drink in, Chasity."

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

I kissed her soundly and then crawled into the backseat. It was so tender and cozy and suddenly I was so sleepy-eyed. As the car started driving, I was rocked to sleep by Tacoma 's chuckhole. The future 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 room was a pickle. Boxes of pizza were piled on the end table. Violet and Desiree were sleeping on the couch, spooning and nude. Cum stained both of the girlfriend physical structure. On one of the reclining chair, Willow snored softly, cum oozing out her cunt and lay sticky in her hair. On the other recliner, Allison and Jessica were making out. Jessica was on top of Allison, her ass being gripped by Allison 's bridge player and I could see cum oozing out of both of Jessica 's holes.

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

My tummy rumbled and I found a slice of meat devotee pizza, frigidity, in one of the corner and wolf it down. Chasity joined me and found a piece of supreme. I grabbed a slash of Hawaiian I found and followed the yell to the dining way. home run, Lillian, and his D & D mathematical group sat around the dining room mesa. A mat covered in public square was spread out on the table that they had drawn on with viewgraph pens and figures lay scattered about.

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

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

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