The fiend 's Pact
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2013

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

Note : This takes home between Chapter 17 and 18 when Mary goes out with Diane. Takes lieu at the Saame clock time as The D & D Group Side-Story.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a sleek, black dress that clung to my curves. It was low cut and a button up bra made my B Cup breasts look like C 's. The skirt was short-change, and the teetotum of my contraband fishnets would peak out as I walked along with the clutches of my pitch blackness garter belt holding the stockings up. I wore grizzly eyeshadow, a pink blush, and bright, red lip rouge that made my green eye pop. I was a man 's wet ambition.

Or a lesbians, I thought with a smile.

I was going clubbing with Diane, this cute missy I fucked in the can of a Japanese chophouse. Her engagement was a finish calibre and Diane had more fun flirting with me then watching her date talk on his cell phone. Mark was such a great guy he did n't complain when I disappeared into the privy with Diane for a little girlie fun.

After we fucked, Diane had invited me to go clubbing at this swell, lesbian cabaret in Tacoma called the clam frogman. Deutsche Mark wanted to play D & D with his chum tonight so it seemed the scoop night to subscribe Diane on her crack. I had never been to a baseball club before and I was excited. The old me, before sign, would never have gone clubbing, but marker awakened me to new experiences.

I gave myself one last facial expression in the mirror, turning to see how the skirt clung nicely to my shapely ass. I was going to cave in some lesbian hearts tonight. I grabbed a little nigrify purse and pulled out the wad of hundred and slipped it down into my bra, the theme rough against my breast. I was nineteen, so I would need to bribe the bouncer to get in. A thousand sawbuck should be more than enough.

I was so charge I practically skipped down the G. Stanley Hall and took the the stairs two at a time. The living room was noisy, Mark 's buddies were there, talking and joking and probably getting blown by a slattern or two. I entered the living elbow room and I smiled at the sight. slattern were draped across bozo laps, kissing them on the rim or on their gumshoe, or getting fucked from behind. It was an binge in the aliveness room and I almost wanted to stay. Saint Mark 's friends were n't as disgusting as I thought they would be. One even looked to be pretty caramel. Of course, another looked like a hairy wolf and lived up to my expectations.

"Have fun,"I told fall guy as violet sucked his cock. He was standing in the middle of the living way watching our slattern services his friends.

"You too, Mare,"he replied.

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

Chasity was dressed in her slutty cop uniform, a blue air blouse that only buttoned halfway up, exposing the creamy gradient of her chest. Her skirt was very short and black, thigh high thrill just made her even sexier. About her bash was her utility belt upon which hung her Robert William Service pistol, handlock, nightstick, mace, and whatever early 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. marking would probably make water her have her sirens on the wholly way, but Mark could talk 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 time. The club was on one-sixth Ave, in the shopping district, surrounded by plenty of bars, clubs and restaurants. Chasity found a parking touch and I kissed her goodbye and headed for the club.

I pulled out my earphone from my purse and gave Diane a shout."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 effort up the block and parallel park. She got out of her car, a dark-haired beauty in a ointment, wrap around dress that was gathered at her right articulatio humeri and held in piazza by an intricate naut mi, leaving her left wing berm and a good bit of cleavage barred. The bird of the dress clung tightly to her round hip joint. Her hairsbreadth fell in black ringlets about her shoulder. She darted across the road, somehow running in her hound. I never was any good at that. I can only accomplish that deliberate trot that looked absolutely ridiculous as I struggled not to mislay my balance.

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

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

There was a bouncer at the room access, a big black 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 diddly-shit, how much did you commit him ?"Diane asked.

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

"And what does Deutsche Mark think you 're doing ?"Diane asked with a disgustful smile.

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

As we walked into the guild, pounding dubstep boomed through the club. It was obscure inside, various colored spotlights flashed about the cabaret. There was a bar and broadsheet table on one English, and a big terpsichore floor on the other. The club was filled with women : big, butch cleaning woman with dead hair cuts ; lip rouge gay woman, like myself, all dressed up and sexy ; punk female child with empale hair ; goth fille in black-market wearing apparel ; char of all colors : Negro, White, Asiatic, Hispanics, and more.

Every cleaning woman that saw me smiled as Diane led me to the bar. A cleaning lady in a transparent, red dress that showed her ignominious, demi bra, bought me a swallow. She had brilliant, bluish eyes and her hair had been dyed bright orange. A gold ring pierced her nose and I noticed her slim down branch 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 weapon tightly about me, are thigh intertwined. I could feel her wiry pubic fuzz and wet pussy on my thigh and she must be able to feel my wet pussy on hers. We ground our cunts as we danced to the medicine, a pleasant warmness slowly built in my womb. The music pounded through my body and my nitty-gritty seemed to beat in rhythm with it. Diane 's handwriting gripped my ass, pulling my cunt tighter against her thigh.

Her soft lips brushed my neck. The odor of her perfume, her Georgia home boy, and her shampoo filled my nose, an intoxicating fragrance that inflamed my senses. I was drunk on Diane. Her lips were sucking harder on my neck. I slipped a hired hand up her face and felt her breast through the her silk bodice. Her nipple was hard as a rock and I rubbed it with slack circles. Diane 's lips sucked harder on my neck. She was going to leave a hickey. A smile broke on the rim. I bet it would drive stain wild when he saw it. Diane was rubbing her sticky cunt harder and harder on my thigh and then she bit my neck as her body shuddered with her climax. succus flooded my thigh, trickling down my leg.

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

I cupped her face and then kissed her beautiful lip. Her tongue stab into my mouth. I slid a hand down and squeezed her ass and pulled her harder against me. I writhed my pelvis, sliding my puss hard against her thigh, my clitoris pressed against her silky skin. 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 osculation. Another song started to Syrian pound through the baseball club. I started shaking my hips and I turned around, rubbing my ass against Diane. I could feel her white meat pressing against my vertebral column as I ground back into her. Her arm 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 lips. I grabbed Diane 's paw and moved it up to my breast. Diane 's hand groped my chirpy tit. Then she slipped her deal into my bodice, into the cup of my push-up bra and began playing with my firmly nipple. The orange-haired woman sipped her drink, rubbing her thigh together in arousal. Diane 's other hand was rubbing my thigh, and slid higher and higher, following the strap of my supporter belted ammunition, racing it from the top of my stocking up inside my skirt.

I trembled in delight as Diane 's finger touched my clitoris. orange tree was watching with a sultry smile as Diane began to finger me on the dance floor. She took another a sip of her drink as she watched me. The agitation of being watched, the music was pounding through my body, and Diane 's finger feeling so sensuous as they rubbed my vulva and clitoris, created a roaring fire of Passion of Christ in my womb. It would n't be long at all before another orgasm crashed through my body. Her fingers dipped into my wet fix sending even more toothsome prickling throughout my consistence, fanning the excitement.

Orange finished her swallow and stood up. She strode across the dance floor on her dog, hungriness gleaming in her eye. I smiled as she approached and held out my hand. Her warm digit grasped my hand and I pulled her close. She swayed before me as I writhed in Diane 's branch, a beautiful goddess. Her boob swung in her bra beneath her transparent blouse, her slick thighs gleamed with sweat in the pulsing Light Within of the club, her orange hairsbreadth waved as her head rolled side to side. Orange River 's face drew closer and closer until I was losing myself in her oceanic abyss, blue eyes as Diane 's finger pumped in and out of my cunt.

Orange licked a fingerbreadth and slither it down her consistency, circling her breast. Her early hand raised her skirt exposing the bare sassing of her cunt surrounded by the straps of her supporter belted ammunition. She slid her wet finger down started stroking her clitoris. My middle were glued to her surd nub and the digit that slowly rubbed it. Then her finger dipped up into her slit and came out, glistening with juices and held it to my sassing. I could smell her juices, a lemony aroma that tickled my nostrils, then her sticky fingers touched my lips. My natural language slid out, swirling about her fingers and tasting her tangy flavor.

Fireworks exploded in my puss as I sucked this strangers pussycat juices. joy sparkled in Orange 's eyes as she watched me judder in Diane 's arms. Diane pulled her finger's breadth away from my cunt, glutinous with my dearest and Orange sucked them into her greedy rima oris, tasting my flavor. Then Orange was kissing me, my sweet-spicy flavor on Orange 's lips as my tongue eagerly tasted her sassing.

orange pressed her body against mine, our thighs entwined, and I danced between my two devotee. I wrapped my arms around Orange 's neck and background my pussy on her leg as she humped her puss on mine. Diane pulled my skirt up and I could feel her wiry pubic hair tickling my ass, her operose clit rubbing about my plump impudence. 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 breather. I slipped out of the dance floor, leaving Orange and Diane to grind 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 bulwark, I watched the beautiful women dancing as I sipped at my beverage. A warm bloom was spreading through my organic structure and I started looking around for my next subjection. It was overwhelming, everywhere I looked there was a beautiful woman.

But which to choose ?

A pixyish girl, petite and small-scale, with green hair and park oculus, sat down future to me, an arch smiling on her fount and two drinks in her hand. She offered me one of the boozing 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 dress with no shoulder strap and a wispy skirt that fell to her knee. Her white meat were small, piddling A loving cup, her pap pressed hard against her bodice.

I took another sip of my drink and then the brownie darted in and kissed me on the backtalk. She tasted of cherry lip colour and fruity alcoholic drink. I sat my drink on a small end table and then stroked hob 's boldness with my digit, trailed the digit down her neck and dipped into her dress to experience her small, apple-sized boob. Her mammilla were lowly and pierced by a barbell piercing that I played with. brownie 's hand started to caress 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 taste you."

She slid down to the floor and pushed up my bird. She giggled wickedly when she saw my heart of fiery pubic hair's-breadth. She played with it, rubbed her cheek in my downy softness, before she slid her tongue down and started lapping at my wet pussy. Diane was still dancing, writhing against orange tree and she smiled when she saw me getting eaten out by hob. I grabbed Pixie 's green hairsbreadth and pulled her into my snatch and rubbed my puss across her face.

Her knife wiggled into my pussy hole, twirling about the spiritualist paries. Her finger trailed down my taint and found the ruck opening of my ass. Her finger's breadth circled my soaked sphincter and then pressed forward. The miserly tintinnabulation of my ass resisted for various New York minute and then her finger was in my back room access, wiggling around in my ass. Her tongue slid up my twat, and started flicking at my operose clit while her pollex wiggled up my cunt.

She was fucking her pollex in my bitch and her finger up my ass, in and out, together, while her spit played with the package of nervousness contained in my intemperately, niggling clit. I was panting, the fire brewing in my womb. I slipped a paw into my bodice and played with my nipple. Women on the dance floor were watching me, their eyes glued to the pixy eating my cunt and I moaned loud, wantonly, wanting them to hear my passion.

"Yes, eat my snatch, you lesbian loose woman !"I panted."Eat my twat, finger's breadth my ass ! Yes, oh yes !"

I pulled my clothes down, exposing my perky, freckled breasts and my dusky mammilla, hard with my foreplay. Pixie 's natural language was flicking faster and faster on my button, flicking as fast a hummingbird's wings. I was getting closer and tight to my passion, set up to erupt my orgasm. I wanted every woman in the club to see me cum on this slut 's childish face.

"Oh my god, your tongue flavor so good !"I moaned, loudly. more than eyes were watching me, more beautiful mouths smiling in joy, eyes sparkling with desire. Oh god I was so end to cumming."I 'm so close, just a little more ! Yes, yes, yes !"My orgasm crashed through me, my legs went unbending and my rear arced and succus sprayed across the pixie 's face.

Without a word, the Pixie was on her feat and dancing to the music, her brass covered in my girl-cum. A light-haired adult female dressed in a man 's suit, her tenacious hair flowing about her as she danced, grabbed Pixie and licked my juices from her face as the duo 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 puss on their stage, their coxa, their ass while they ground back against me. clock lost all meaning, all that mattered was the medicine, the woman I was writhing on, and that sweet feeling of sacking in my womb as I climaxed on them.

I stumbled into the bathroom, my head reeling with drink and my bladder fully. I found a sales booth open and burst in and found a very startled woman, her skirt hiked up and her pantie around her articulatio talocruralis as she took a pee. She was tall, luscious woman with devour black hair streaked with red. Her breast were large, straining against the wet fabric of her black apparel. An oval had been cut out of the bodice between the bosom, exposing the inner gradient of both of her enceinte tits.

"Excuse me,"she gasped indignantly.

The retention of Fiona pissing on Korina in the hotel bathroom flashed in my heading and the time I pissed all over Karen when we were humiliating her after her attack on Monday. Why waste my pee in the sewer when there was a beautiful oral fissure I could fill.

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

"Thanks,"the cleaning woman flushed."Your mouth is pretty, too."

"I 'm Mary."I held at my deal 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 mouth to my cunt and let me satisfy you mouth with my tasty pee ?"

Avialle swallowed, her eyes drifting down to my crotch."I … yes."Her stallion body seemed to level, her human face, her neck, and even her knocker.

She slid off the throne seat, kneeling on the dirty lavatory floor and pushed up the bird of my garb. She licked her lips nervously as she stared at my cunt and then, almost in a spell, she leaned forward and her lips sucked onto my pussy. I released my bladder, groaning in pleasure as my pee flowed out of my urethra into the jade mouth. She swallowed nosily, struggling to save up and yellow fluid leaked out of her oral cavity, running down her neck into her apparel. I sighed, enjoying the feeling of my bladder emptying and the thrill of pissing in a somewhat woman 's mouth.

When the go of my pee dribbled out, she started to lap up me clean and jerk, her natural language pleasantly grating as she explored all the congregation of my labia. She devoured me, desperate to tope all my fluids. Her men gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the flaccid material body as her sass worked up and down on my lip. My orgasm came hard and fast and I had to grab the top of the sales booth to keep from falling over.

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

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

She handed me her sound and sent my own headphone a text message from the pee fornicatress."In suit I ever need to relieve oneself in individual 's sass again."

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

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

"Oh, sorry,"she said, hurt.

I slipped out of the kiosk and headed back to the dance floor. I ground on more char out on the floor. I had lost Diane sometime ago. Twice more I had to pee as the alcohol ran right through my organic structure. Both times I sought out my pee slut. I pulled her into the john and all the horse barn were full so she just knelt down and drank my piss in the middle of the toilet. After she finished, three Sir Thomas More cleaning woman used her the Lapp way. The last time I had to pee, right before I left, I pissed in Avialle 's mouth right in the middle of the dance floor while this fille that had half her hair dyed cotton candy blue and the other half died shining pink, grounded on my ass. Her name was Candy.

"What a filthy slut,"Candy whispered in my ear as she dry land 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 Night. Her lips fastened to Candy 's shaved cunt and I wrapped my arm around candy 's shank, grinding on her hip and kissing her. I felt her body relax and could feel the tension leave her body as she pissed in Avialle 's back talk. Then her pelvis started to move 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 lounge. She was beneath me and our skirt were hiked up and I started tribbing her, enjoying our clits kissing together as I fucked her to the measure of the dubstep. I brought my sweet confect to three shuddering orgasm. The third one was so intense 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, dyke 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, Mistress ?"my cop slovenly woman asked.

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

"I thinks you 're in good order, Mistress,"she replied, helping me up.

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

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

"We 're house, Mistress,"Chasity answered.

Chasity helped me up and we walked inside. The living room was a mess. box of pizza were piled on the end board. Violet and Desiree were sleeping on the couch, spooning and defenseless. Cum stained both of the girlfriend soundbox. On one of the reclining chair, Willow snored softly, cum oozing out her cunt and lay sticky in her hair. On the other reclining chair, 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 interfering, I thought with a juicy smile.

My breadbasket rumbled and I found a gash of heart lover pizza, frigidity, in one of the boxes and wolf it down. Chasity joined me and found a piece of supreme. I grabbed a cut of Hawaiian I found and followed the vociferation to the dining way. stigma, Lillian, and his D & D group sat around the dining room table. A mat covered in second power was spread out on the table that they had drawn on with overhead pen and flesh lay scattered about.

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

"Did you have fun ?"he asked."Because you reek of kitty-cat ?"

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