The Lucifer 's Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

The Devil 's pact Side-Story : The Virgin and Diane Go Clubbing

Note : This takes position between Chapter 17 and 18 when Blessed Virgin goes out with Diane. return place at the Sami time as The D & D grouping Side-Story.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a sleek, black dress that clung to my curve. It was low cut and a pushing up bra made my B Cup breasts look like C 's. The skirt was short-change, and the spinning top of my black fishnets would top out out as I walked along with the clasps of my bleak garter belt holding the stockings up. I wore white-haired eyeshadow, a pink rosiness, and bright, red lip rouge that made my K eyes pop. I was a man 's wet dream.

Or a lesbian, I thought with a smile.

I was going clubbing with Diane, this cute girl I fucked in the bathroom of a Japanese steakhouse. Her appointment was a sodding bore and Diane had more fun flirting with me then watching her day of the month lecture on his cell earpiece. Mark was such a neat guy he did n't complain when I disappeared into the lav with Diane for a little girlie fun.

After we fucked, Diane had invited me to go clubbing at this large, tribade baseball club in Tacoma called the Clam diver. Mark wanted to bring D & D with his buddies tonight so it seemed the honest dark to learn Diane on her whirl. I had never been to a guild before and I was excited. The old me, before Mark, would never experience gone clubbing, but marker awakened me to new experiences.

I gave myself one in conclusion look in the mirror, turning to see how the dame clung nicely to my shapely ass. I was going to bankrupt some gay woman sum tonight. I grabbed a little nigrify purse and pulled out the wad of hundreds and slipped it down into my bra, the newspaper publisher rough against my breast. I was xix, so I would involve to buy the chucker-out to get in. A G dollar should be More than enough.

I was so energise I practically skipped down the residence and took the the stairs two at a time. The aliveness way was noisy, Mark 's crony were there, talking and joking and probably getting blown by a slut or two. I entered the keep room and I smiled at the vision. Sluts were draped across guys laps, kissing them on the lips or on their dicks, or getting fucked from behind. It was an orgy in the support room and I almost wanted to stay. print 's friend 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 wolf and lived up to my expectations.

"Have fun,"I told Mark as violet sucked his peter. He was standing in the middle of the living room watching our sluts service of process his friends.

"You too, female horse,"he replied.

I grabbed Chasity, she was my denominate device 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 decent and fucked ! She was a Puyallup Cop, so I 'm sure she was used to such ho-hum duty. And if she was n't, oh well, she was my slave and I could score her do whatever I wanted.

Chasity was dressed in her slutty cop uniform, a blue blouse that only buttoned halfway up, exposing the creamy side of her breasts. Her skirt was very short and melanise, second joint high gear thrill just made her even sexier. About her smash was her utility bang upon which hung her service pistol, handlock, nightstick, Chemical Mace, and whatever early gearing 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. Mark would probably make her have her sirens on the altogether way, but Gospel According to Mark could talk himself out of any problems that would make. I did n't have that option. Chasity got us there promptly enough. At seven o'clock, traffic was light heading to Tacoma and we made good clip. The night club was on Sixth Ave, in the shopping district, surrounded by mint of bars, clubs and restaurants. Chasity found a parking spotlight and I kissed her cheerio and headed for the club.

I pulled out my speech sound from my pocketbook and gave Diane a call option."Hey, I 'm at the club."

"Just trying to line up a parking daub,"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 private road up the block and parallel of latitude parkland. She got out of her car, a black-haired beauty in a emollient, wrapper around dress that was gathered at her right shoulder joint and held in property by an intricate knot, leaving her go away articulatio humeri and a respectable bit of cleavage barred. The annulus of the wearing apparel clung tightly to her round hips. Her hair fell in inglorious roll about her shoulder joint. She darted across the route, somehow running in her heels. I never was any good at that. I can only reach that thrifty trot that looked absolutely silly as I struggled not to lose my balance.

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

"Save it for the gild, slattern,"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 dark 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 chucker-out fingered the money, looked me up and down and pocketed the cash.

"Holy shucks, how much did you give him ?"Diane asked.

"A one thousand,"I shrugged."Mark has way too much money."

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

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

As we walked into the golf club, pounding dubstep boomed through the club. It was dark inside, diverse colored spotlights flashed about the guild. There was a bar and rotary tables on one slope, and a prominent saltation trading floor on the other. The clubhouse was filled with women : big, butch adult female with short hair cut ; lipstick lesbians, like myself, all dressed up and sexy ; punk young lady with spiked fuzz ; goth girls in fatal clothes ; cleaning lady of all semblance : inkiness, egg white, Asian, Hispanics, and more.

Every woman that saw me smiled as Diane led me to the bar. A cleaning lady in a transparent, red dress that showed her opprobrious, demi bra, bought me a drink. She had brilliant, depressed eyes and her hair had been dyed burnished orange. A gold mob pierced her nuzzle and I noticed her lose weight leg clad in red stockings held up by a garter 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 thigh intertwined. I could palpate her wiry pubic hair and wet puss on my thigh and she must be able to sense my wet twat on hers. We ground our twat as we danced to the euphony, a pleasant passion slowly built in my womb. The music pounded through my body and my affectionateness seemed to perplex in rhythm method of birth control with it. Diane 's hands gripped my ass, pulling my twat tighter against her thigh.

Her flaccid lips brushed my neck. The smell of her perfume, her soap, and her shampoo filled my nose, an intoxicating bouquet that inflamed my locoweed. I was drunk on Diane. Her lip were sucking harder on my neck. I slipped a hired man up her face and felt her breast through the her silk bodice. Her pap was hard as a rock and I rubbed it with tardily band. Diane 's back talk sucked harder on my neck. She was going to leave a hickey. A smiling broke on the lip. I bet it would repulse cross risky when he saw it. Diane was rubbing her steamy cunt harder and harder on my thigh and then she bit my neck as her dead body shuddered with her orgasm. succus flooded my second joint, 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 brim. Her glossa thrust into my mouth. I slid a hand down and squeezed her ass and pulled her harder against me. I writhed my hips, sliding my twat hard against her thigh, my clit pressed against her silky cutis. Every rub built that ardour burning in my womb. I wrestled with her agile lingua 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 blowup as my climax burst from my womb.

I was breathing hard as I broke the buss. Another song started to Irish pound through the baseball club. I started shaking my hips and I turned around, rubbing my ass against Diane. I could feel her chest pressing against my backrest as I ground back into her. Her arms wrapped around my waist, stroking my stomach, sliding down to caress my thighs.

The orange-haired woman was sitting at the bar, her centre glued to mine as I writhed on Diane. I smiled at her, licked my lips. I grabbed Diane 's helping hand and moved it up to my chest. Diane 's script 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 grueling nipple. The orange-haired woman sipped her drink, rubbing her second joint together in arousal. Diane 's other paw was rubbing my thigh, and slid higher and higher, following the strap of my garter whang, racing it from the top of my stocking up inside my skirt.

I trembled in delight as Diane 's finger touched my clit. Orange was watching with a sultry smiling as Diane began to finger me on the dancing floor. She took another a sip of her drink as she watched me. The fervour of being watched, the music was pounding through my torso, and Diane 's finger feeling so sensuous as they rubbed my vulva and clitoris, created a roaring fire of warmth in my womb. It would n't be long at all before another coming crashed through my soundbox. Her fingerbreadth dipped into my wet cakehole sending even more delicious tingles throughout my organic structure, fanning the excitement.

Orange finished her boozing and stood up. She strode across the dance base on her heels, thirstiness lambency in her eyes. I smiled as she approached and held out my hand. Her warm finger grasped my helping hand and I pulled her closing. She swayed before me as I writhed in Diane 's blazonry, a beautiful goddess. Her white meat swung in her bra beneath her transparent blouse, her silken second joint gleamed with sweat in the pulsing lights of the club, her orange hair waved as her head rolled face to side. orange 's face drew closer and closer until I was losing myself in her deep, juicy eyes as Diane 's fingerbreadth pumped in and out of my cunt.

Orange licked a finger and slid it down her body, circling her breast. Her former bridge player raised her skirt exposing the bare lips of her puss surrounded by the straps of her supporter belt. She slid her wet fingers down started stroking her button. My eyes were glued to her difficult nub and the digit that slowly rubbed it. Then her finger dipped up into her puss and came out, glistening with juice and held it to my back talk. I could smell her juice, a tangy smell that tickled my nostrils, then her sticky finger touched my mouth. My tongue slid out, swirling about her finger's breadth and tasting her tangy flavor.

Fireworks exploded in my bitch as I sucked this strangers slit juice. delight sparkled in Orange 's eyes as she watched me shake in Diane 's weaponry. Diane pulled her fingers away from my twat, sticky with my dearest and orange tree sucked them into her greedy lip, tasting my flavor. Then Orange River was kissing me, my sweet-spicy smell on Orange 's lips as my tongue eagerly tasted her sassing.

Orange River pressed her dead body against mine, our thighs entwined, and I danced between my two lovers. I wrapped my arms around Orange 's neck opening and ground my pussy on her leg as she humped her puss on mine. Diane pulled my skirt up and I could sense her wiry pubic hairsbreadth tickling my ass, her hard button rubbing about my plump buttock. Diane 's lips sucked at my berm, at my neck. We danced and danced and I was lost to the music, to the orgasms.

Finally, I needed a breathing spell. I slipped out of the terpsichore floor, leaving Orange and Diane to grind on each former. I sat at the bar and ordered another appeltini then took my drink to one of the love seats that hugged the paries, I watched the beautiful women dancing as I sipped at my drunkenness. A warm flush was spreading through my body 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 girl, petite and small, with green pilus and unripe eyes, sat down side by side to me, an implike grin on her typeface and two boozing in her bridge player. She offered me one of the drink which I gratefully accepted. It was another appletini I was delighted to observe when I took a sip. pixie was dressed in a silver, clingy dress with no shoulder shoulder strap and a wispy skirt that fell to her stifle. Her breasts were small, little A cupful, her mamilla pressed hard against her bodice.

I took another sip of my drink and then the imp darted in and kissed me on the mouth. She tasted of cherry lip gloss and fruity alcohol. I sat my drink on a small-scale end table and then stroked gremlin 's cheek with my finger, trailed the finger down her neck and dipped into her dress to find her low, apple-sized breasts. Her nipples were small and pierced by a barbell piercing that I played with. elf 's handwriting started to fondle my thigh and she leaned into me, kissing me more passionately.

"You are so beautiful,"elf gasped when she broke the kiss."Oh, I just have to try out you."

She slid down to the floor and pushed up my annulus. She giggled wickedly when she saw my heart of fiery pubic hair. She played with it, rubbed her nerve in my downy softness, 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 green hair and pulled her into my cunt and rubbed my kitty-cat across her face.

Her tongue wiggled into my cunt hollow, twirling about the spiritualist rampart. Her finger trailed down my taint and found the puckered scuttle of my ass. Her digit circled my close sphincter and then pressed forward. The tight ring of my ass resisted for respective pulsation and then her finger was in my back door, wiggling around in my ass. Her natural language slid up my slit, and started flicking at my gruelling clit while her thumb wiggled up my cunt.

She was fucking her pollex in my cunt and her finger up my ass, in and out, together, while her clapper played with the bundle of nerves contained in my unvoiced, little clit. I was panting, the ardour brewing in my womb. I slipped a hired man into my bodice and played with my nipple. Women on the dancing level were watching me, their eyes glued to the pixie eating my bitch and I moaned loud, wantonly, wanting them to hear my passion.

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

I pulled my frock down, exposing my perky, freckled white meat and my swarthy mamilla, hard with my arousal. pyxie 's glossa was flicking faster and faster on my clit, flicking as fasting a hummingbird's wings. I was getting closer and closer to my cacoethes, ready to ignite my orgasm. I wanted every woman in the club to watch me cum on this slovenly woman 's childish face.

"Oh my god, your spit tactile property so safe !"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 orgasm crashed through me, my legs went rigid and my cover arced and succus sprayed across the Pixie 's face.

Without a word, the gremlin was on her feat and dancing to the medicine, her face covered in my girl-cum. A blonde woman dressed in a man 's courtship, her retentive hair flowing about her as she danced, grabbed Pixie and licked my juices 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 adult female, grinding my pussy on their peg, their pelvic arch, 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 mellifluous tactual sensation of release in my womb as I climaxed on them.

I stumbled into the bathroom, my headland reeling with drink and my bladder full. I found a kiosk open and burst in and found a very galvanise woman, her skirt hiked up and her panty around her mortise joint as she took a weewee. She was tall, sybaritic cleaning lady with raven black hair's-breadth streaked with red. Her tit were large, straining against the tight framework of her smuggled dress. An oval had been cut out of the bodice between the knocker, exposing the inner slope of both of her large tits.

"apology me,"she gasped indignantly.

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

"You have a pretty 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 bridge player 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 oral cavity to my cunt and let me sate you mouth with my tasty pee ?"

Avialle swallowed, her eyes drifting down to my privates."I … yes."Her intact organic structure seemed to flush, her face, her neck, and even her breasts.

She slid off the toilet seat, kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor and pushed up the skirt 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 lips sucked onto my pussycat. I released my bladder, groaning in joy as my piss flowed out of my urethra into the slovenly woman mouth. She swallowed nosily, struggling to go along up and yellow fluid leaked out of her mouth, running down her neck into her dress. I sighed, enjoying the feeling of my bladder emptying and the thrill of pissing in a passably woman 's mouth.

When the last of my pee dribbled out, she started to work out me sporty, her tongue pleasantly rough as she explored all the faithful of my labia. She devoured me, desperate to drink all my fluids. Her hands gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the soft flesh as her rim worked up and down on my lip. My coming came hard and fast and I had to grab the top of the carrel to retain from falling over.

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

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

She handed me her telephone set and sent my own earpiece a text subject matter from the pee slut."In case I ever need to relieve oneself in soul 's mouthpiece again."

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

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

"Oh, sorry,"she said, hurt.

I slipped out of the stall and headed back to the saltation floor. I ground on to a greater extent charwoman out on the floor. I had lost Diane sometime ago. Twice more I had to pee as the alcohol ran right through my body. Both prison term I sought out my pee slut. I pulled her into the privy and all the stalls were full phase of the moon so she just knelt down and wassail my piss in the centre of the bath. After she finished, three Thomas More woman used her the same way. The conclusion time I had to piss, right before I left, I pissed in Avialle 's oral fissure right in the middle of the dance level while this little girl that had half her hair dyed cotton confect wild blue yonder and the other half died vivid pink, grounded on my ass. Her figure was Candy.

"What a tight 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 Candy. She had become quite the pee slut this night. Her lip fastened to Candy 's shaved snatch and I wrapped my arms around Candy 's waistline, grinding on her hip and kissing her. I felt her body relax and could feel the tension leave her soundbox as she pissed in Avialle 's mouth. Then her hips started to be active as Avialle began eating her cunt.

Candy shouted her orgasm and shuddered in my arms 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 clit kissing together as I fucked her to the pulse of the dubstep. I brought my confection confect to three shuddering orgasms. The third one was so intense she passed out.

Smiling in expiation at the pleasure I gave the girl, I stood up and glanced at my speech sound. It was nearly 1 AM and I was feeling exhausted. As I left, I saw a big, butch woman raise 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 curb and fell on my buttocks. I sat their laughing loudly as the street swam around me."I think I 'm inebriated, Chasity."

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

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

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

"We 're dwelling, mistress,"Chasity answered.

Chasity helped me up and we walked inside. The living elbow room was a mess. box of pizza were piled on the end table. Violet and Desiree were sleeping on the couch, spooning and naked. Cum stained both of the little girl eubstance. On one of the recliner, 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 hands and I could see cum oozing out of both of Jessica 's holes.

The boy had been meddlesome, I thought with a gamey smile.

My belly rumbled and I found a cut of sum devotee pizza, low temperature, in one of the boxful and wolf it down. Chasity joined me and found a piece of supreme. I grabbed a slice of Hawaiian I found and followed the shouts to the dining elbow room. Mark, Lillian, and his D & D chemical group sat around the dining room table. A mat covered in squares was spread out on the table that they had drawn on with smash pens and image 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 mouth.

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

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