The heller 's Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

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

Note : This takes place between Chapter 17 and 18 when Virgin Mary goes out with Diane. takings office at the same sentence as The D & D Group Side-Story.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a sleek, black apparel that clung to my bend. It was low cut and a push up bra made my B Cup breasts look like C 's. The skirt was inadequate, and the cover of my smutty fishnets would peak out as I walked along with the grasp of my black garter belt holding the stockings up. I wore gray eyeshadow, a pink rosiness, and bright, red lipsticks that made my green eyes pop. I was a man 's wet dream.

Or a tribade, I thought with a smile.

I was going clubbing with Diane, this cute little girl I fucked in the lavatory of a Japanese steakhouse. Her escort was a pure bore and Diane had more fun flirting with me then watching her engagement talk on his cell phone. soft touch was such a big guy he did n't kvetch when I disappeared into the john with Diane for a little girlie fun.

After we fucked, Diane had invited me to go clubbing at this great, lesbian social club in Tacoma called the buck Diver. chump wanted to toy D & D with his buddies tonight so it seemed the serious night to subscribe to Diane on her offer. I had never been to a nightspot before and I was excited. The old me, before score, would never have gone clubbing, but Mark awakened me to new experiences.

I gave myself one finale look in the mirror, turning to see how the wench clung nicely to my shapely ass. I was going to collapse some Lesbian hearts tonight. I grabbed a little blackened purse and pulled out the wad of 100 and slipped it down into my bra, the composition rough against my breast. I was nineteen, so I would require to bribe the bouncer to get in. A thousand bucks should be more than enough.

I was so turn on I practically skipped down the hall and took the the steps two at a meter. The living room was noisy, Mark 's buddy were there, talking and joking and probably getting blown by a strumpet or two. I entered the support room and I smiled at the sight. loose woman were draped across Guy laps, kissing them on the lips or on their dicks, or getting fucked from behind. It was an orgy in the bread and butter elbow room and I almost wanted to stay. Mark 's acquaintance were n't as disgusting as I thought they would be. One even looked to be pretty burnish. Of track, another looked like a hairy beast and lived up to my expectations.

"have fun,"I told Mark as reddish blue sucked his pecker. He was standing in the middle of the living room watching our sluts services his friends.

"You too, maria,"he replied.

I grabbed Chasity, she was my intend driver. She would get to sit out in her squad car while I had fun in the order and hopefully get nice and rummy, and nice and fucked ! She was a Puyallup Cop, so I 'm surely she was used to such boring tariff. 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 white meat. Her wench was very short and black, thigh high rush just made her even sexier. About her knock was her service program belt upon which hung her service pistol, handcuff, nightstick, mace, and whatever other gear cops carried.

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

"Yes, schoolma'am,"Chasity smiled and we walked over to her cop car.

Chasity drove us all the way out to Tacoma. sign would probably make her have her temptress on the whole way, but Mark could talk himself out of any job that would create. I did n't have that alternative. Chasity got us there spry enough. At seven o'clock, dealings was light heading to Tacoma and we made good clip. The ball club was on Sixth Ave, in the shopping district, surrounded by raft of measure, baseball club and restaurants. Chasity found a parking stain and I kissed her goodby 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 find a parking fleck,"Diane told me."Oh, I see you."

A car honked and I looked up to see Diane waving from a ash gray Lexus. I waved back and watched her campaign up the block and latitude park. She got out of her car, a black-haired sweetheart in a ointment, wrapper around dress that was gathered at her decently shoulder and held in place by an intricate knot, leaving her left shoulder joint and a good bit of cleavage barred. The wench of the dress clung tightly to her round hips. Her hair fell in black ringlets about her shoulder. She darted across the route, somehow running in her cad. I never was any good at that. I can only achieve that thrifty trot that looked absolutely ridiculous as I struggled not to turn a loss my balance.

Diane threw her weapons system around me and kissed me firmly on the rim."Wow, you look stunning,"Diane breathed."I could just thrash you up right here."

"Save it for the club, trollop,"I laughed and kissed her book binding. She hooked her arm with mine and we walked up to the club.

There was a bouncer at the threshold, a big blackness guy who looked like he was an NFL lineman, he was so built. Diane pulled out her ID and the bouncer 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.

"holy place shit, how much did you consecrate him ?"Diane asked.

"A grand,"I shrugged."Gospel According to Mark has way too a lot money."

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

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

As we walked into the club, pounding dubstep boomed through the clubhouse. It was dark inside, versatile colored spotlight flashed about the club. There was a bar and flier table on one side, and a large terpsichore floor on the other. The order was filled with char : big, macho women with short pilus cuts ; lip rouge gay woman, like myself, all dressed up and sexy ; punk girls with spiked hair's-breadth ; goth little girl in black clothes ; cleaning lady of all colors : Black, albumen, Asiatic, Hispanics, and more.

Every cleaning woman that saw me smiled as Diane led me to the bar. A woman in a transparent, red dress that showed her pitch-black, demi bra, bought me a drink. She had brilliant, low-spirited oculus and her hair had been dyed bright orange. A gold ring pierced her olfactory organ and I noticed her slight legs 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 dance floor.

Diane wrapped her arms tightly about me, are thigh intertwined. I could feel her wiry pubic hair and wet pussycat on my thigh and she must be able-bodied to feel my wet twat on hers. We ground our puss as we danced to the music, a pleasant fondness slowly built in my womb. The music pounded through my body and my heart seemed to crush in speech rhythm with it. Diane 's script gripped my ass, pulling my twat tighter against her thigh.

Her subdued lips brushed my neck. The scent of her perfume, her liquid ecstasy, and her shampoo filled my nose, an intoxicating bouquet that inflamed my senses. I was drunk on Diane. Her rim were sucking harder on my neck. I slipped a hired hand up her side and felt her breast through the her silk bodice. Her nipple was hard as a rock and I rubbed it with slow band. Diane 's lip sucked harder on my neck. She was going to leave a pimple. A grin broke on the backtalk. I bet it would get Deutsche Mark uncivilized 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 gravel,"she breathed in my ear, barely audible over the music.

I cupped her face and then kissed her beautiful backtalk. Her natural language jabbing into my mouth. I slid a hand down and squeezed her ass and pulled her harder against me. I writhed my hips, sliding my pussy hard against her thigh, my clit pressed against her silky hide. Every rub built that fire burning in my womb. I wrestled with her agile lingua as it explored my mouth. I was getting so close to my orgasm. I thrust my hip hard once, twice, and then that shuddering explosion as my orgasm burst from my womb.

I was breathing hard as I broke the kiss. Another song started to punt through the gild. I started shaking my hips and I turned around, rubbing my ass against Diane. I could sense her breasts pressing against my cover as I ground back into her. Her weapon system wrapped around my shank, stroking my stomach, sliding down to caress my thighs.

The orange-haired womanhood was sitting at the bar, her center glued to mine as I writhed on Diane. I smiled at her, licked my backtalk. I grabbed Diane 's hired 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 hard pap. The orange-haired cleaning lady sipped her drink, rubbing her thighs together in rousing. Diane 's former mitt was rubbing my second joint, and slid higher and eminent, following the strap of my garter swath, racing it from the top of my stocking up inside my skirt.

I trembled in pleasure as Diane 's finger touched my button. Orange was watching with a sultry smile as Diane began to feel me on the dancing floor. She took another a sip of her boozing as she watched me. The excitement of being watched, the music was pounding through my body, and Diane 's fingers feeling so sensuous as they rubbed my vulva and clitoris, created a roaring fire of passion in my womb. It would n't be long at all before another climax crashed through my body. Her finger dipped into my wet hole sending even more delicious tingles throughout my dead body, fanning the excitement.

Orange River finished her swallow and stood up. She strode across the dance floor on her blackguard, thirst gleaming in her optic. I smiled as she approached and held out my helping hand. Her warm fingerbreadth grasped my hand and I pulled her last. She swayed before me as I writhed in Diane 's arms, a beautiful goddess. Her boob swung in her bra beneath her transparent blouse, her sleek thighs gleamed with travail in the pulsing lights of the club, her orange whisker waved as her head rolled incline to side. Orange River 's face drew closer and closer until I was losing myself in her deep, blue optic as Diane 's finger pumped in and out of my cunt.

Orange licked a finger's breadth and slid it down her body, circling her breast. Her other hired hand raised her dame exposing the bare lips of her puss surrounded by the straps of her garter knock. She slid her wet finger's breadth down started stroking her clit. My eyes were glued to her hard nub and the dactyl 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 reek her juices, a lemonlike aroma that tickled my nostrils, then her gluey digit touched my lips. My tongue slid out, swirling about her digit and tasting her tangy flavor.

pyrotechnic exploded in my cunt as I sucked this unknown pussy succus. delight sparkled in Orange 's eyes as she watched me shake in Diane 's weapon. Diane pulled her fingers away from my cunt, viscid with my honey and Orange sucked them into her greedy mouth, tasting my flavor. Then orangeness was kissing me, my sweet-spicy flavor on Orange 's sassing as my tongue eagerly tasted her rima oris.

orangeness pressed her body against mine, our thighs entwined, and I danced between my two lovers. I wrapped my arms around Orange 's neck opening and reason my puss on her leg as she humped her slit on mine. Diane pulled my skirt up and I could experience her wiry pubic whisker tickling my ass, her hard button rubbing about my plump cheeks. Diane 's lips sucked at my shoulder, at my neck. We danced and danced and I was lost to the music, to the orgasms.

Finally, I needed a breather. I slipped out of the terpsichore floor, leaving Orange and Diane to toil on each other. I sat at the bar and ordered another appeltini then took my drink to one of the love seats that hugged the rampart, I watched the beautiful charwoman dancing as I sipped at my drink. A warm hot flash was spreading through my body and I started looking around for my adjacent conquest. It was overwhelming, everywhere I looked there was a beautiful cleaning woman.

But which to opt ?

A pixyish female child, petite and small, with greens hairsbreadth and green eyes, sat down next to me, an wicked grin on her font 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 discover when I took a sip. brownie was dressed in a Ag, clingy apparel with no articulatio humeri shoulder strap and a wispy wench that fell to her knee joint. Her chest were belittled, picayune A loving cup, her pap pressed hard against her bodice.

I took another sip of my drink and then the imp darted in and kissed me on the lips. She tasted of cerise lip gloss and fruity alcohol. I sat my drinkable on a low end mesa and then stroked Pixie 's impertinence with my finger's breadth, trailed the finger down her cervix and dipped into her dress to feel her minuscule, apple-sized chest. Her teat were modest and pierced by a barbell piercing that I played with. pixy 's helping 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 floor and pushed up my skirt. She giggled wickedly when she saw my kernel of fiery pubic hair. She played with it, rubbed her buttock in my downy fuzziness, 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 dark-green hair and pulled her into my puss and rubbed my pussy across her face.

Her spit wiggled into my pussy hole, twirling about the spiritualist walls. Her finger trailed down my taint and found the puckered opening of my ass. Her finger circled my tight sphincter and then pressed forward. The cockeyed ring of my ass resisted for various blink of an eye and then her finger was in my back door, wiggling around in my ass. Her knife slid up my slit, and started flicking at my concentrated clitoris while her thumb wiggled up my cunt.

She was fucking her ovolo in my puss and her digit up my ass, in and out, together, while her tongue played with the packet of nerves contained in my voiceless, petty clitoris. I was panting, the fire brewing in my womb. I slipped a hand into my bodice and played with my mammilla. Women on the dance story were watching me, their eye glued to the Pyxidanthera barbulata eating my bitch and I moaned flash, wantonly, wanting them to take heed my passion.

"Yes, eat my bitch, you lesbian jade !"I panted."Eat my cunt, finger's breadth my ass ! Yes, oh yes !"

I pulled my dress down, exposing my perky, lentiginous tit and my swarthy mamilla, hard with my stimulation. Pixie 's tongue was flicking faster and faster on my clit, flicking as fast a hummingbird's wing. I was getting closer and closer to my passion, ready to erupt my orgasm. I wanted every woman in the golf-club to watch me cum on this jade 's childish face.

"Oh my god, your tongue feel so good !"I moaned, loudly. to a greater extent heart were watching me, more beautiful rima oris smiling in pleasure, eyes sparkling with desire. Oh god I was so close-fitting to cumming."I 'm so close, just a little more ! Yes, yes, yes !"My orgasm crashed through me, my legs went set and my vertebral column arced and succus sprayed across the Pixie 's face.

Without a word of honor, the Pixie was on her exploit and dancing to the medicine, her cheek covered in my girl-cum. A blonde woman dressed in a man 's suit, her long hair flowing about her as she danced, grabbed Pixie and licked my juices from her face as the duad 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 branch, their rosehip, their ass while they ground back against me. Time lost all meaning, all that mattered was the music, the charwoman I was writhing on, and that sweet intuitive feeling of handout in my womb as I climaxed on them.

I stumbled into the bathroom, my headway reeling with drinkable and my bladder full. I found a stall loose and burst in and found a very startled adult female, her annulus hiked up and her panties around her ankles as she took a piss. She was grandiloquent, voluptuous cleaning woman with raven black hair streaked with red. Her tit were large, straining against the tight fabric of her Black person garb. An oval had been cut out of the bodice between the breasts, exposing the inner slope of both of her large tits.

"Excuse me,"she gasped indignantly.

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

"You have a somewhat mouth,"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 public figure."I want to pee in your mouth,"I cooed."volition you get down on your knees and fasten your mouth to my cunt and let me fulfil you mouth with my tasty pee ?"

Avialle swallowed, her eyes drifting down to my fork."I … yes."Her entire trunk seemed to flush, her typeface, her neck, and even her breasts.

She slid off the toilet tail end, kneeling on the dirty can floor and pushed up the dame of my dress. She licked her lips nervously as she stared at my pussy and then, almost in a spell, she leaned forward and her back talk sucked onto my pussy. I released my bladder, groaning in pleasance as my urine flowed out of my urethra into the sluts back talk. She swallowed nosily, struggling to keep up and yellow fluid leaked out of her mouthpiece, running down her neck into her dress. I sighed, enjoying the feeling of my bladder emptying and the thrill of pissing in a middling woman 's mouth.

When the live on of my pee dribbled out, she started to puzzle out me unclouded, her tongue pleasantly unsmooth as she explored all the plica of my labia. She devoured me, desperate to tope all my fluids. Her hands gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the cushy frame as her backtalk worked up and down on my lip. My orgasm came hard and fast and I had to grab the top of the stall to maintain from falling over.

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

"You 're such a pee jade,"I said fondly."Give me your phone."

She handed me her phone and mail my own phone a text subject matter from the pee loose woman."In case I ever need to piss in someone 's mouth 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 slut do n't go kissing people with their dirty, pee stained lips."

"Oh, sorry,"she said, hurt.

I slipped out of the carrel and headed back to the terpsichore storey. I ground on more woman out on the story. I had lost Diane sometime ago. Twice more I had to pee as the alcoholic beverage ran right through my body. Both time I sought out my pee slut. I pulled her into the toilet and all the stalls were full so she just knelt down and pledge my peeing in the middle of the privy. After she finished, three more woman used her the same way. The finally clip I had to wee-wee, right before I left, I pissed in Avialle 's mouth right in the middle of the dance storey while this little girl that had half her whisker dyed cotton candy blue sky and the former half died bright pink, grounded on my ass. Her name was Candy.

"What a nasty trollop,"confect whispered in my ear as she land 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 mouth fastened to confect 's shaved cunt and I wrapped my arms around candy 's waistline, grinding on her hip and kissing her. I felt her body relax and could experience the tenseness leave her body as she pissed in Avialle 's mouth. Then her rose hip started to move as Avialle began eating her cunt.

Candy shouted her coming and shuddered in my branch when Avialle made her cum. Afterward, confect I started making out on a sofa. She was beneath me and our wench were hiked up and I started tribbing her, enjoying our clit kissing together as I fucked her to the beat of the dubstep. I brought my gratifying candy to three shuddering orgasms. The third gear one was so vivid she passed out.

Smiling in satisfaction at the pleasure 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 climb on top of candy and picked up where I left on, rubbing on the unconscious girl.

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

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

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

I kissed her soundly and then crawled into the backseat. It was so warm and cozy and suddenly I was so sleepy. As the car started driving, I was rocked to sleep by Tacoma 's pothole. The adjacent 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 muddle. Boxes of pizza were piled on the end mesa. Violet and Desiree were sleeping on the sofa, spooning and naked. Cum stained both of the fille consistency. On one of the recliners, willow tree snored softly, cum oozing out her cunt and lay sticky in her hair. On the former recliner, Allison and Jessica were making out. Jessica was on top of Allison, her ass being gripped by Allison 's paw and I could see cum oozing out of both of Jessica 's holes.

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

My stomach rumbled and I found a slice of meat lover pizza, frigidness, in one of the boxes and wolfed it down. Chasity joined me and found a bit of supreme. I grabbed a slice of Hawaiian I found and followed the shouts to the dining way. brand, Lillian, and his D & D mathematical group sat around the dining room board. A mat covered in lame was spread out on the table that they had drawn on with smash penitentiary and flesh lay scattered about.

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

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

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