The Devil 's Pact
by mypenname3000
copyright 2013

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

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

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a silken, black garb that clung to my curved shape. It was low cut and a push up bra made my B Cup breasts look like C 's. The skirt was short, and the meridian of my disastrous fishing net would peak out as I walked along with the clutch of my fatal garter belt holding the stockings up. I wore gray eyeshadow, a pink blush, and bright, red lip rouge that made my cat valium eyes pop. I was a man 's wet dream.

Or a lesbians, I thought with a smile.

I was going clubbing with Diane, this cute female child I fucked in the lav of a Nipponese chophouse. Her date was a complete bore and Diane had more fun flirting with me then watching her day of the month lecture on his cell phone. sign was such a great guy he did n't kvetch when I disappeared into the bathroom with Diane for a little girlie fun.

After we fucked, Diane had invited me to go clubbing at this with child, lesbian lodge in Tacoma called the dollar Diver. print wanted to play D & D with his buddy tonight so it seemed the best night to conduct Diane on her whirl. I had never been to a nightspot before and I was excited. The old me, before Mark, would never have gone clubbing, but scrape awakened me to new experiences.

I gave myself one last look in the mirror, turning to see how the annulus clung nicely to my shapely ass. I was going to erupt some tribade heart and soul tonight. I grabbed a little black purse and pulled out the wad of C and slipped it down into my bra, the paper rough against my breast. I was xix, so I would need to grease one's palms the bouncer to get in. A chiliad vaulting horse 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 living room was noisy, fool 's buddies were there, talking and joking and probably getting blown by a slut or two. I entered the sustenance room and I smiled at the sight. slut 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 living elbow room and I almost wanted to ride out. Mark 's friends were n't as disgusting as I thought they would be. One even looked to be pretty lover. Of course of action, another looked like a hairy creature and lived up to my expectations.

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

"You too, mare,"he replied.

I grabbed Chasity, she was my fate driver. She would get to sit out in her squad car while I had fun in the gild and hopefully get nice and drunk, and nice and be intimate ! She was a Puyallup Cop, so I 'm sure she was used to such wearisome duty. And if she was n't, oh well, she was my striver and I could lay down 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 dame was very dead and disastrous, thigh high boots just made her even sexier. About her belt was her utility belted ammunition upon which hung her service handgun, manacle, nightstick, mace, and whatever other gear fuzz 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 take in her have her sirens on the whole way, but brand could verbalize himself out of any trouble that would create. I did n't sustain that alternative. Chasity got us there prompt enough. At seven o'clock, traffic was light heading to Tacoma and we made good time. The night club was on sixth Ave, in the shopping territory, surrounded by plenty of bars, social club and restaurants. Chasity found a parking maculation and I kissed her goodbye and headed for the club.

I pulled out my phone from my purse and gave Diane a birdsong."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 crusade up the cube and parallel of latitude parking area. She got out of her car, a dark-haired beauty in a cream, wrap around dress that was gathered at her right shoulder and held in place by an intricate knot, leaving her left shoulder and a good bit of cleavage barred. The skirt of the dress clung tightly to her round hips. Her hair fell in black coil about her shoulder. She darted across the route, somehow running in her blackguard. I never was any good at that. I can only achieve that careful trot that looked absolutely ridiculous as I struggled not to lose my balance.

Diane threw her arms around me and kissed me firmly on the back talk."Wow, you look stunning,"Diane breathed."I could just lap up you up compensate here."

"Save it for the cabaret, strumpet,"I laughed and kissed her backbone. 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 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 place turd, how much did you apply him ?"Diane asked.

"A grand,"I shrugged."Mark has way too lots money."

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

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

As we walked into the club, pounding dubstep boomed through the baseball club. It was disconsolate inside, various colored spotlight flashed about the club. There was a bar and orbitual board on one side, and a large dance floor on the other. The social club was filled with womanhood : big, butch charwoman with short hair cuts ; lipstick lesbians, like myself, all dressed up and sexy ; punk young woman with spike hair ; goth fille in melanize clothes ; women of all colors : inkiness, White, Asian, Hispanic American, and more.

Every woman that saw me smiled as Diane led me to the bar. A cleaning woman in a transparent, red dress that showed her shameful, demi bra, bought me a drink. She had brilliant, blue optic and her hair had been dyed hopeful orange tree. A gold ring pierced her nose and I noticed her melt off ramification clad in red stockings held up by a garter whang 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 limb tightly about me, are thigh intertwined. I could find her wiry pubic hairsbreadth and wet twat on my thigh and she must be able to find my wet pussy on hers. We ground our cunts as we danced to the music, a pleasant warmness slowly built in my womb. The music pounded through my body and my heart seemed to quiver in rhythm with it. Diane 's hired man gripped my ass, pulling my cunt tighter against her thigh.

Her soft lips brushed my neck. The scent of her scent, her soap, and her shampoo filled my nose, an intoxicating bouquet that inflamed my horse sense. I was drunk on Diane. Her back talk were sucking harder on my neck. I slipped a bridge player up her face and felt her breast through the her silk bodice. Her nipple was hard as a rock and I rubbed it with slow lot. Diane 's lip sucked harder on my cervix. She was going to leave a pimple. A smile broke on the lips. I bet it would drive Mark groundless when he saw it. Diane was rubbing her gluey cunt harder and harder on my second joint and then she bit my neck as her body shuddered with her orgasm. Juices flooded my thigh, trickling down my leg.

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

I cupped her face and then kissed her beautiful sass. Her tongue thrust into my rima oris. I slid a handwriting down and squeezed her ass and pulled her harder against me. I writhed my coxa, sliding my cunt hard against her thigh, my clit pressed against her sleek pelt. 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 orgasm. I thrust my hip hard once, twice, and then that shuddering plosion as my orgasm burst from my womb.

I was breathing hard as I broke the kiss. Another song started to pound through the nine. I started shaking my hip joint and I turned around, rubbing my ass against Diane. I could feel her breasts pressing against my cover as I ground back into her. Her subdivision wrapped around my waist, stroking my stomach, sliding down to caress my thighs.

The orange-haired woman was sitting at the bar, her eyes glued to mine as I writhed on Diane. I smiled at her, licked my back talk. I grabbed Diane 's hand and moved it up to my boob. Diane 's hand groped my perky tit. Then she slipped her hired man into my bodice, into the cup of my push-up bra and began playing with my toilsome nipple. The orange-haired woman sipped her deglutition, rubbing her thighs together in foreplay. Diane 's former hired hand was rubbing my thigh, and slid in high spirits and higher, following the strap of my garter belt, racing it from the top of my stocking up inside my skirt.

I trembled in pleasure as Diane 's digit touched my button. Orange was watching with a sultry smile as Diane began to thumb me on the terpsichore floor. She took another a sip of her drink as she watched me. The excitement of being watched, the music was pounding through my body, and Diane 's digit feeling so sensuous as they rubbed my vulva and clit, created a roaring flack of passion in my uterus. It would n't be long at all before another orgasm crashed through my body. Her fingers dipped into my wet hole sending even more delicious shudder throughout my consistency, fanning the excitement.

Orange finished her drink and stood up. She strode across the dance trading floor on her heels, thirstiness gleam in her eye. I smiled as she approached and held out my hand. Her warm finger's breadth grasped my hand and I pulled her conclusion. She swayed before me as I writhed in Diane 's arms, a beautiful goddess. Her titty swung in her bra beneath her transparent blouse, her streamlined second joint gleamed with travail in the pulsing lights of the clubhouse, her orange hair waved as her head rolled face to side. Orange 's face drew cheeseparing and closer until I was losing myself in her deep, blue devil eyes as Diane 's finger pumped in and out of my cunt.

Orange licked a finger's breadth and slew it down her eubstance, circling her breast. Her other paw raised her doll exposing the bare rim of her bitch surrounded by the shoulder strap of her garter belt. She slid her wet fingers down started stroking her clit. My eyes were glued to her hard nub and the finger that slowly rubbed it. Then her digit dipped up into her slit and came out, glistening with succus and held it to my lips. I could smack her juices, a lemonlike odor that tickled my nostril, then her sticky fingerbreadth touched my sassing. My tongue slid out, swirling about her fingers and tasting her tangy flavor.

pyrotechnic exploded in my cunt as I sucked this stranger pussy juice. Delight sparkled in orange 's oculus as she watched me shake in Diane 's arms. Diane pulled her finger away from my cunt, sticky with my honey and orange sucked them into her greedy sass, tasting my flavor. Then orangeness was kissing me, my sweet-spicy feel on Orange River 's rim as my tongue eagerly tasted her mouth.

Orange pressed her body against mine, our thighs entwined, and I danced between my two lovers. I wrapped my weapon system around orangeness 's cervix and ground my pussy on her leg as she humped her snatch on mine. Diane pulled my doll up and I could feel her wiry pubic hair tickling my ass, her severe clit rubbing about my plump cheeks. Diane 's lips sucked at my articulatio humeri, 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 dancing level, leaving Orange and Diane to fag on each other. I sat at the bar and ordered another appeltini then took my drinkable to one of the passion seats that hugged the paries, I watched the beautiful women dancing as I sipped at my drink. A warm flush was spreading through my consistency and I started looking around for my next conquest. It was overwhelming, everywhere I looked there was a beautiful woman.

But which to choose ?

A pixyish young lady, bantam and small, with fleeceable pilus and green optic, sat down side by side to me, an impish grin on her face and two crapulence 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. pixie was dressed in a silver, clingy dress with no shoulder straps and a wispy skirt that fell to her knee joint. Her breasts were small, little A Cups, her nipples pressed hard against her bodice.

I took another sip of my swallow and then the Pixie darted in and kissed me on the lip. She tasted of cherry lip gloss and fruity alcohol. I sat my boozing on a small end tabular array and then stroked Pixie 's impudence with my finger, trailed the finger's breadth down her neck and dipped into her apparel to feel her small, apple-sized tit. Her teat were pocket-size and pierced by a barbell piercing that I played with. Pixie 's hand started to caress my thigh and she leaned into me, kissing me more passionately.

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

She slid down to the level and pushed up my skirt. She giggled wickedly when she saw my heart of fiery pubic hair's-breadth. She played with it, rubbed her boldness in my downy fogginess, before she slid her spit down and started lapping at my wet cunt. Diane was still dancing, writhing against orange tree and she smiled when she saw me getting eaten out by brownie. I grabbed Pixie 's putting surface hair and pulled her into my snatch and rubbed my pussy across her face.

Her tongue wiggled into my pussy muddle, twirling about the sensitive rampart. Her finger's breadth trailed down my taint and found the puckered opening of my ass. Her finger circled my wet sphincter and then pressed forward. The crocked tintinnabulation of my ass resisted for several twinkling and then her finger was in my book binding door, wiggling around in my ass. Her tongue slid up my slit, and started flicking at my hard clit while her quarter round wiggled up my cunt.

She was fucking her pollex in my cunt and her fingerbreadth up my ass, in and out, together, while her glossa played with the bundle of face contained in my hard, little clit. I was panting, the fire brewing in my womb. I slipped a helping hand into my bodice and played with my nipple. cleaning woman on the terpsichore flooring were watching me, their middle glued to the pixie eating my cunt and I moaned loud, wantonly, wanting them to find out my passion.

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

I pulled my dress down, exposing my perky, freckled breasts and my swart nipples, hard with my foreplay. imp 's tongue was flicking faster and faster on my clit, flicking as fast a hummingbird's fender. I was getting cheeseparing and close to my passion, ready to erupt my coming. I wanted every woman in the club to find out me cum on this jade 's childish face.

"Oh my god, your tongue tone so well !"I moaned, loudly. More eye were watching me, more beautiful mouths smiling in delight, optic sparkling with desire. Oh god I was so close to cumming."I 'm so close, just a little more ! Yes, yes, yes !"My sexual climax crashed through me, my wooden leg went rigid and my backbone arced and juices sprayed across the Pixie 's face.

Without a word, the Pixie was on her feat and dancing to the medicine, her boldness covered in my girl-cum. A light-haired woman dressed in a man 's suit, her prospicient hair flowing about her as she danced, grabbed Pixie and licked my juices from her face as the pair danced. ventilation heavily, I finished the appletini elf brought me and headed back out into the terpsichore floor.

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

I stumbled into the bathroom, my head reeling with potable and my vesica good. I found a stall undefended and outburst in and found a very startled woman, her doll hiked up and her pantie around her ankles as she took a weewee. She was marvelous, voluptuous woman with raven black hair streaked with red. Her white meat were heavy, straining against the tight fabric of her black dress. An oval had been cut out of the bodice between the breasts, exposing the inner slope of both of her big tits.

"Excuse me,"she gasped indignantly.

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

"You have a middling mouth,"I giggled, buzzed from the appletinis I had consumed.

"Thanks,"the woman flushed."Your backtalk is pretty, too."

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

Avialle, what a beautiful name."I want to pee in your mouth,"I cooed."testament you get down on your human knee and tighten your lip to my cunt and let me make full you mouth with my tasty pee ?"

Avialle swallowed, her eyes drifting down to my crotch."I … yes."Her entire body seemed to flush, her font, her neck, and even her breasts.

She slid off the commode seat, kneeling on the dirty bath storey and pushed up the wench 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 lips sucked onto my snatch. I released my bladder, groaning in pleasure as my pee flowed out of my urethra into the sluts mouth. She swallowed nosily, struggling to restrain up and yellow fluid leaked out of her lip, running down her neck into her dress. I sighed, enjoying the impression of my bladder emptying and the thrill of pissing in a pretty woman 's mouth.

When the hold up of my pee dribbled out, she started to solve me clean, her tongue pleasantly rough as she explored all the folds of my labia. She devoured me, desperate to drink all my fluids. Her manpower gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the soft flesh as her sassing worked up and down on my lip. My orgasm came hard and fast and I had to seize the top of the stall to observe from falling over.

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

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

She handed me her phone and sent my own sound a text substance from the pee strumpet."In case I ever need to piss in someone 's mouth again."

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

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

"Oh, sorry,"she said, hurt.

I slipped out of the stall and headed back to the terpsichore floor. I ground on more women out on the storey. I had lost Diane sometime ago. Twice more I had to pee as the alcohol ran right through my body. Both times I sought out my pee slut. I pulled her into the bathroom and all the booth were fully so she just knelt down and drank my piss in the middle of the bathroom. After she finished, three more womanhood used her the same way. The hold out time I had to piss, right before I left, I pissed in Avialle 's mouth right in the centre of the dance base while this girl that had half her hair bleached cotton wool confect Amytal and the other one-half died bright pink, grounded on my ass. Her figure was Candy.

"What a nasty hussy,"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 nighttime. Her lips fastened to Candy 's shaved cunt and I wrapped my arms around candy 's waistline, grinding on her hip and kissing her. I felt her physical structure relax and could feel the tension leave her body as she pissed in Avialle 's sass. Then her hip joint started to incite as Avialle began eating her cunt.

candy shouted her coming and shuddered in my limb when Avialle made her cum. Afterward, Candy I started making out on a couch. She was beneath me and our bird were hiked up and I started tribbing her, enjoying our clits kissing together as I fucked her to the pulsation of the dubstep. I brought my perfumed Candy to three shuddering orgasms. The third one was so intense she passed out.

smiling in satisfaction at the pleasure I gave the female child, 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 Candy and picked up where I left on, rubbing on the unconscious girl.

I found Chasity was sleeping in her police squad car when I drunkenly rapped on the window."Did you have fun, schoolma'am ?"my cop slut asked.

"Yes,"I giggled and then slipped on the American Stock Exchange and fell on my rear. I sat their laughing loudly as the street swam around me."I think I 'm drunk, Chasity."

"I thinks you 're right field, schoolmarm,"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 sleepyheaded. As the car started driving, I was rocked to catch some Z's 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, schoolmarm,"Chasity answered.

Chasity helped me up and we walked inside. The living room was a hatful. boxwood of pizza were piled on the end table. Violet and Desiree were sleeping on the couch, spooning and naked. Cum stained both of the missy body. On one of the recliners, willow snored softly, cum oozing out her cunt and lay sticky in her hair. On the early recliner, Allison and Jessica were making out. Jessica was on top of Allison, her ass being gripped by Allison 's handwriting and I could see cum oozing out of both of Jessica 's holes.

The son had been busy, I thought with a gamy smile.

My stomach rumbled and I found a piece of meat lover pizza, common cold, in one of the box seat and wolf down 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 room. Saint Mark, Lillian, and his D & D mathematical group sat around the dining way tabular array. A mat covered in squares was spread out on the table that they had drawn on with overhead pens and figures 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 sassing.

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

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