The devil 's accord
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

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

government note : This takes spot between Chapter 17 and 18 when Mary goes out with Diane. Takes place at the Saame time as The D & D mathematical group Side-Story.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a silken, black dress that clung to my curvature. It was low cut and a push up bra made my B Cup breasts look like C 's. The skirt was short, and the cover of my blackened fishing net would top out out as I walked along with the clasps of my Black supporter belt holding the stockings up. I wore gray eyeshadow, a pink flush, and bright, red lip rouge that made my green 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 john of a Japanese steakhouse. Her date was a staring tidal bore and Diane had more fun flirting with me then watching her particular date talk on his cell phone. fall guy 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 bang-up, tribade cabaret in Tacoma called the Clam Diver. Mark wanted to play D & D with his buddies tonight so it seemed the substantially night to take Diane on her pass. I had never been to a club before and I was excited. The old me, before Mark, would never have gone clubbing, but patsy awakened me to new experiences.

I gave myself one last look in the mirror, turning to see how the skirt clung nicely to my shapely ass. I was going to break off some tribade hearts tonight. I grabbed a niggling black bag and pulled out the wad of hundreds and slipped it down into my bra, the theme rough against my titty. I was nineteen, so I would take to bribe the chucker-out to get in. A one thousand Pearl Sydenstricker Buck should be to a greater extent than enough.

I was so energize I practically skipped down the residence and took the the stairs two at a sentence. The living room was noisy, marking 's buddies were there, talking and joking and probably getting blown by a jade or two. I entered the living room and I smiled at the sight. Sluts were draped across guy rope lick, kissing them on the lips or on their dicks, or getting fucked from behind. It was an binge in the living room and I almost wanted to remain. stigma 's supporter were n't as disgusting as I thought they would be. One even looked to be pretty buff. Of grade, another looked like a hairy savage and lived up to my expectations.

"Have fun,"I told mark as reddish blue sucked his prick. He was standing in the middle of the living room watching our loose woman Service his friends.

"You too, Mare,"he replied.

I grabbed Chasity, she was my designated device driver. She would get to sit out in her police squad car while I had fun in the nightspot and hopefully get squeamish and fuddle, and nice and bonk ! She was a Puyallup Cop, so I 'm sure enough she was used to such irksome tariff. And if she was n't, oh well, she was my slave 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 boob. Her skirt was very light and black-market, thigh high the boot just made her even sexier. About her belt was her utility belt upon which hung her service pistol, handcuffs, nightstick, macer, and whatever former train cops carried.

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

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

Chasity drove us all the way out to Tacoma. German mark would probably make her have got her Delilah on the entirely way, but Mark could speak 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, dealings was light heading to Tacoma and we made good prison term. The nightspot was on Sixth Ave, in the shopping district, surrounded by lot of bars, society and restaurants. Chasity found a parking spot and I kissed her good-by and headed for the club.

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

"Just trying to obtain a parking spot,"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 crusade up the mental block and parallel green. She got out of her car, a dark-haired knockout in a emollient, wrap around dress that was gathered at her properly shoulder and held in plaza by an intricate international nautical mile, leaving her left shoulder and a skillful bit of cleavage barred. The skirt of the apparel clung tightly to her round of golf hips. Her hair fell in melanise roll about her shoulder. She darted across the road, somehow running in her dog. I never was any good at that. I can only achieve that heedful Trotskyist that looked absolutely ridiculous as I struggled not to lose my balance.

Diane threw her limb around me and kissed me firmly on the backtalk."Wow, you look stunning,"Diane breathed."I could just thrash you up aright here."

"Save it for the club, fornicatress,"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 door, a big black guy who looked like he was an NFL lineman, he was so build up. Diane pulled out her ID and the bouncer just glanced at it. I pulled out the thousand dollars from inside my blouse. The bouncer fingered the money, looked me up and down and pocketed the cash.

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

"A grand,"I shrugged."Mark has way too a good deal money."

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

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

As we walked into the golf club, pounding dubstep boomed through the club. It was benighted inside, respective colored spotlight flashed about the guild. There was a bar and round tables on one position, and a large dance flooring on the other. The ball club was filled with women : big, butch women with shortly pilus cuts ; lipstick tribade, like myself, all dressed up and sexy ; punk girls with spiked hair ; goth girls in Joseph Black clothes ; charwoman of all colors : Black, White, Asian, Hispanics, and more.

Every woman that saw me smiled as Diane led me to the bar. A womanhood in a transparent, red wearing apparel that showed her blacken, demi bra, bought me a drinkable. She had brilliant, low-spirited center and her tomentum had been dyed vivid orange. A amber ring pierced her nose and I noticed her slim legs clad in red stockings held up by a garter bang that peaked out beneath her skirt.

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

Diane wrapped her branch tightly about me, are thighs intertwined. I could experience her wiry pubic hairsbreadth and wet pussycat on my thigh and she must be able to find my wet pussy on hers. We ground our puss as we danced to the music, a pleasant warmth slowly built in my womb. The music pounded through my physical structure and my gist seemed to beat in rhythm with it. Diane 's helping hand gripped my ass, pulling my bitch tighter against her thigh.

Her voiced sassing brushed my neck. The aroma of her aroma, her soap, and her shampoo filled my nose, an intoxicating bouquet that inflamed my senses. I was drunk on Diane. Her brim were sucking harder on my neck opening. I slipped a hand up her side and felt her white meat through the her silk bodice. Her teat was hard as a rock and I rubbed it with slow circles. Diane 's backtalk sucked harder on my cervix. She was going to leave a zit. A smile broke on the lips. I bet it would drive Mark natural state when he saw it. Diane was rubbing her viscous cunt harder and harder on my thigh and then she bit my neck opening as her trunk shuddered with her coming. juice flooded my thigh, trickling down my leg.

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

I cupped her face and then kissed her beautiful sass. Her tongue thrust into my lip. I slid a hand down and squeezed her ass and pulled her harder against me. I writhed my hip, sliding my twat hard against her thigh, my clit pressed against her satiny pelt. Every rub built that fire burn in my womb. I wrestled with her spry knife as it explored my mouth. I was getting so close to my climax. I thrust my hip hard once, twice, and then that shuddering explosion as my orgasm fusillade from my womb.

I was breathing hard as I broke the kiss. Another birdsong started to pound through the nine. I started shaking my coxa and I turned around, rubbing my ass against Diane. I could finger her breasts pressing against my back as I ground back into her. Her arms wrapped around my shank, stroking my stomach, sliding down to caress my thighs.

The orange-haired cleaning lady was sitting at the bar, her heart glued to mine as I writhed on Diane. I smiled at her, licked my lips. I grabbed Diane 's hired hand and moved it up to my boob. Diane 's hired man groped my perky tit. Then she slipped her hired hand into my bodice, into the cup of my push-up bra and began playing with my hard pap. The orange-haired woman sipped her beverage, rubbing her second joint together in rousing. Diane 's early hand was rubbing my second joint, and slid mellow and higher, following the shoulder strap of my garter whack, racing it from the top of my stocking up inside my skirt.

I trembled in pleasure as Diane 's finger touched my clitoris. Orange was watching with a sultry smile as Diane began to finger me on the dance base. She took another a sip of her crapulence as she watched me. The inflammation of being watched, the music was pounding through my body, and Diane 's fingerbreadth feeling so sensuous as they rubbed my vulva and clit, created a roaring fervidness of passion in my womb. It would n't be long at all before another climax crashed through my body. Her fingers dipped into my wet gob sending even more delightful tingling throughout my eubstance, fanning the excitement.

orange finished her drink and stood up. She strode across the dance storey on her heels, thirst glimmer in her eyes. I smiled as she approached and held out my mitt. Her lovesome digit grasped my hand and I pulled her end. She swayed before me as I writhed in Diane 's arms, a beautiful goddess. Her breasts swung in her bra beneath her transparent blouse, her streamlined thighs gleamed with elbow grease in the pulsing Light of the gild, her orange tree hair waved as her head rolled incline to side. orange 's face drew closer and closer until I was losing myself in her deep, blue heart as Diane 's finger's breadth pumped in and out of my cunt.

Orange licked a finger and slid it down her body, circling her breast. Her early hand raised her annulus exposing the bare lips of her cunt surrounded by the shoulder strap of her garter knock. She slid her wet fingers down started stroking her clit. My heart were glued to her hard nub and the digit that slowly rubbed it. Then her finger dipped up into her cunt and came out, glistening with juices and held it to my brim. I could smell her juices, a tart fragrance that tickled my nostrils, then her sticky fingerbreadth touched my backtalk. My tongue slid out, swirling about her fingers and tasting her tangy flavor.

pyrotechnic exploded in my cunt as I sucked this strangers pussy juices. pleasure sparkled in Orange 's eyes as she watched me shake in Diane 's sleeve. Diane pulled her finger away from my cunt, pasty 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 's rim as my spit eagerly tasted her mouth.

orange tree pressed her trunk against mine, our thighs entwined, and I danced between my two lovers. I wrapped my arms around orangeness 's neck and ground my kitty-cat on her leg as she humped her pussy on mine. Diane pulled my skirt up and I could feel her wiry pubic hair tickling my ass, her hard clit rubbing about my plump cheek. Diane 's lips sucked at my berm, at my neck. We danced and danced and I was lost to the medicine, to the orgasms.

Finally, I needed a breather. I slipped out of the dance floor, leaving orange and Diane to bray on each other. I sat at the bar and ordered another appeltini then took my drink to one of the dear seats that hugged the wall, I watched the beautiful cleaning woman dancing as I sipped at my drink. A warm blossom was spreading through my body and I started looking around for my next conquest. It was overwhelming, everywhere I looked there was a beautiful char.

But which to choose ?

A pixyish miss, petite and small, with greens haircloth and super C eyes, sat down succeeding to me, an mischievous grin on her face and two drinks in her hand. She offered me one of the drink which I gratefully accepted. It was another appletini I was delighted to discover when I took a sip. Pixie was dressed in a flatware, clingy garb with no shoulder strap and a wispy doll that fell to her human knee. Her chest were pocket-size, small A Cups, her teat pressed hard against her bodice.

I took another sip of my drunkenness and then the Pixie darted in and kissed me on the rim. She tasted of cherry lip gloss and fruity intoxicant. I sat my drink on a small end table and then stroked hob 's cheek with my digit, trailed the finger down her cervix and dipped into her dress to sense her small, apple-sized bosom. Her nipples were small 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 than passionately.

"You are so beautiful,"pixie gasped when she broke the osculation."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 heart of fiery pubic fuzz. She played with it, rubbed her boldness in my downy softness, before she slid her spit down and started lapping at my wet bitch. Diane was still dancing, writhing against Orange and she smiled when she saw me getting eaten out by pyxie. I grabbed Pixie 's viridity whisker and pulled her into my cunt and rubbed my kitty-cat across her face.

Her spit wiggled into my pussy muddle, twirling about the sensible paries. Her finger trailed down my taint and found the ruck opening night of my ass. Her fingerbreadth circled my close sphincter and then pressed forward. The tight band of my ass resisted for several jiffy and then her finger was in my back door, wiggling around in my ass. Her tongue slid up my slit, and started flicking at my hard clit while her thumb wiggled up my cunt.

She was fucking her thumb in my puss and her finger's breadth up my ass, in and out, together, while her clapper played with the parcel of cheek contained in my hard, short clit. I was panting, the flame brewing in my uterus. I slipped a hand into my bodice and played with my mammilla. Women on the saltation storey were watching me, their center glued to the pixie eating my twat and I moaned loud, wantonly, wanting them to hear my passion.

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

I pulled my dress down, exposing my perky, lentiginose breasts and my twilit mammilla, hard with my arousal. gremlin 's tongue was flicking faster and faster on my clit, flicking as fasting a hummingbird's annex. I was getting closer and closer to my passion, ready to erupt my orgasm. I wanted every womanhood in the club to look on me cum on this slattern 's childish face.

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

Without a word, the elf was on her feat and dancing to the music, her cheek covered in my girl-cum. A blonde woman dressed in a man 's case, her tenacious hair flowing about her as she danced, grabbed imp and licked my juices from her face as the pair danced. breathing heavily, I finished the appletini gremlin brought me and headed back out into the dance floor.

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

I stumbled into the bathroom, my question reeling with drink and my vesica full. I found a stall open and volley in and found a very startled woman, her doll hiked up and her panties around her ankles as she took a piss. She was marvellous, voluptuous womanhood with raven black hair streaked with red. Her breasts were large, straining against the tight framework of her Negro dress. An oval had been cut out of the bodice between the knocker, exposing the internal side of both of her great tits.

"Excuse me,"she gasped indignantly.

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

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

"Thanks,"the womanhood 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 gens."I want to pee in your oral cavity,"I cooed."Will you get down on your articulatio genus and fasten your mouth to my puss and let me replete you mouth with my tasty pee ?"

Avialle swallowed, her middle drifting down to my crotch."I … yes."Her entire soundbox seemed to flush, her face, her neck, and even her breasts.

She slid off the toilet seat, kneeling on the dirty bathroom story and pushed up the skirt of my wearing apparel. She licked her lips nervously as she stared at my pussy and then, almost in a trance, she leaned forward and her lips sucked onto my pussy. I released my bladder, groaning in pleasure as my urine flowed out of my urethra into the trollop mouth. She swallowed nosily, struggling to keep up and yellow fluid leaked out of her oral fissure, running down her neck into her dress. I sighed, enjoying the feel of my bladder emptying and the charge of pissing in a pretty woman 's mouth.

When the final stage of my pee dribbled out, she started to lick me houseclean, her tongue pleasantly rocky as she explored all the fold of my labia. She devoured me, desperate to drink all my fluids. Her custody gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the diffuse flesh as her lips worked up and down on my lip. My coming came hard and fast and I had to snaffle the top of the stall to keep from falling over.

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

"You 're such a pee strumpet,"I said fondly."break me your phone."

She handed me her phone and commit my own phone a text message from the pee slut."In case I ever need to pass water in somebody 's mouth again."

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

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

"Oh, sorry,"she said, hurt.

I slipped out of the carrell and headed back to the dance floor. I ground on more than cleaning woman 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 times I sought out my pee trollop. I pulled her into the bathroom and all the stalls were replete so she just knelt down and tope my piss in the middle of the bathroom. After she finished, three Sir Thomas More char used her the same way. The last time I had to piss, rightfield before I left, I pissed in Avialle 's mouth right in the heart of the terpsichore floor while this girl that had half her hair dyed cotton confect blue air and the other half died promising pink, grounded on my ass. Her name was Candy.

"What a nasty slut,"candy 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 Nox. Her mouth fastened to confect 's shave pussy and I wrapped my arms around confect 's waist, grinding on her hip and kissing her. I felt her body relax and could experience the tension leave her body as she pissed in Avialle 's oral fissure. Then her hips started to locomote as Avialle began eating her cunt.

confect shouted her orgasm and shuddered in my arms when Avialle made her cum. Afterward, confect I started making out on a sofa. She was beneath me and our doll were hiked up and I started tribbing her, enjoying our button kissing together as I fucked her to the beat of the dubstep. I brought my sweet-flavored Candy to three shuddering orgasms. The 3rd one was so acute 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 adult female upgrade on top of confect 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, schoolmistress ?"my cop hussy asked.

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

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

I kissed her soundly and then crawled into the backseat. It was so warmly and cozy and suddenly I was so sleepy. As the car started driving, I was rocked to catch some Z's by Tacoma 's chuckhole. 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 pile. Boxes of pizza were piled on the end board. reddish blue and Desiree were sleeping on the lounge, spooning and naked. Cum stained both of the young lady body. On one of the recliners, Willow snored softly, cum oozing out her cunt and lay sticky in her hair. On the former lounger, 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 boys had been busybodied, I thought with a juicy smile.

My stomach rumbled and I found a cut of meat lover pizza pie, coldness, in one of the boxwood and wolfed it down. Chasity joined me and found a piece of supreme. I grabbed a fade of Hawaiian I found and followed the yell to the dining way. marking, Lillian, and his D & D chemical group sat around the dining room table. A mat covered in lame was spread out on the table that they had drawn on with operating expense playpen and shape lay scattered about.

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

"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. ”