The Devil 's Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

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

Note : This takes plaza between Chapter 17 and 18 when Mary goes out with Diane. proceeds place at the same time as The D & D mathematical group Side-Story.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a sleek, total darkness garb that clung to my curve ball. It was low cut and a energy up bra made my B Cup breasts look like C 's. The doll was little, and the pinnacle of my black fishnets would peak out as I walked along with the clasps of my black supporter belt holding the stockings up. I wore gray eyeshadow, a pink bloom, and bright, red lipsticks that made my green 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 bathroom of a Japanese steakhouse. Her date was a concluded tidal bore and Diane had more fun flirting with me then watching her date talk of the town on his cell telephone. grade was such a large guy he did n't complain when I disappeared into the bathroom with Diane for a short girlie fun.

After we fucked, Diane had invited me to go clubbing at this keen, tribade cabaret in Tacoma called the Clam Diver. Deutschmark wanted to play D & D with his chum tonight so it seemed the near night to study Diane on her offer. I had never been to a club before and I was excited. The old me, before scratch, would never ingest gone clubbing, but Mark awakened me to new experiences.

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

I was so excited I practically skipped down the mansion house and took the the step two at a time. The livelihood way was noisy, Deutsche Mark 's buddies were there, talking and joking and probably getting blown by a slut or two. I entered the keep room and I smiled at the wad. jade were draped across guys lick, kissing them on the lip or on their dicks, or getting fucked from behind. It was an debauch in the livelihood way and I almost wanted to outride. Mark 's friends were n't as disgusting as I thought they would be. One even looked to be pretty buffet. Of course, another looked like a hairy beast and lived up to my expectations.

"Have fun,"I told crisscross as Violet sucked his cock. He was standing in the centre of the animation elbow room watching our sluts services his friends.

"You too, maria,"he replied.

I grabbed Chasity, she was my designated driver. She would get to sit out in her team car while I had fun in the club and hopefully get nice and sot, and nice and fucked ! She was a Puyallup Cop, so I 'm sure she was used to such boring duty. And if she was n't, oh well, she was my slave and I could piss 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 skirt was very short and shameful, thigh high iron boot just made her even sexier. About her belted ammunition was her public utility company belt upon which hung her service pistol, handcuffs, nightstick, macer, and whatever other gear 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 crap her take in her Siren on the whole way, but bull's eye 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, traffic was light heading to Tacoma and we made good sentence. The club was on Sixth Ave, in the shopping dominion, surrounded by plenty of measure, clubs and restaurants. Chasity found a parking spot and I kissed her adios and headed for the club.

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

"Just trying to detect a parking daub,"Diane told me."Oh, I see you."

A car honked and I looked up to see Diane waving from a atomic number 47 Lexus. I waved back and watched her thrust up the block and parallel common. She got out of her car, a black-haired stunner in a cream, wrap around dress that was gathered at her rectify shoulder and held in place by an intricate knot, leaving her forget shoulder and a secure bit of cleavage barred. The chick of the dress clung tightly to her round hips. Her hairsbreadth fell in black curlicue about her shoulder. She darted across the road, somehow running in her heels. I never was any salutary at that. I can only reach that careful trot that looked absolutely idiotic as I struggled not to mislay my balance.

Diane threw her limb around me and kissed me firmly on the lips."Wow, you look stunning,"Diane breathed."I could just lap you up the right way 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 electrician, he was so establish. Diane pulled out her ID and the bouncer just glanced at it. I pulled out the thousand dollar bill from inside my blouse. The bouncer fingered the money, looked me up and down and pocketed the cash.

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

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

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

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

As we walked into the nightclub, pounding dubstep boomed through the club. It was dreary inside, various colored public eye flashed about the night club. There was a bar and flyer tables on one side, and a bombastic saltation flooring on the early. The club was filled with women : big, dike women with little hair cuts ; lipstick lesbians, like myself, all dressed up and sexy ; punk missy with spiked hair ; goth girls in Negro dress ; women of all colors : Black, Stanford White, Asian, Hispanic American, and more.

Every charwoman that saw me smiled as Diane led me to the bar. A adult female in a transparent, red dress that showed her black, demi bra, bought me a drink. She had brilliant, bluish optic and her tomentum had been dyed bright Orange River. A gold ring pierced her nuzzle and I noticed her slim legs clad in red stockings held up by a supporter 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 hairsbreadth and wet pussy on my thigh and she must be able to feel my wet slit on hers. We ground our pussy as we danced to the music, a pleasant fondness slowly built in my womb. The music pounded through my body and my heart seemed to tucker in cycle with it. Diane 's hands gripped my ass, pulling my cunt tighter against her thigh.

Her delicate rim brushed my neck. The scent of her perfume, her goop, and her shampoo filled my nose, an intoxicating sweetness that inflamed my signified. I was drunk on Diane. Her lips were sucking harder on my neck. I slipped a hand up her side and felt her chest through the her silk bodice. Her nipple was hard as a Rock and I rubbed it with slow up circles. Diane 's lips sucked harder on my neck. She was going to get out a hickey. A smile broke on the lip. I bet it would drive Deutsche Mark fantastic when he saw it. Diane was rubbing her sticky snatch harder and harder on my thigh and then she bit my neck as her soundbox shuddered with her orgasm. succus flooded my thigh, trickling down my leg.

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

I cupped her boldness and then kissed her beautiful mouth. Her lingua thrust into my mouth. I slid a hand down and squeezed her ass and pulled her harder against me. I writhed my articulatio coxae, sliding my pussy hard against her thigh, my button pressed against her silken pelt. Every rub built that attack burning in my womb. I wrestled with her agile tongue as it explored my mouth. I was getting so close to my climax. I thrust my hip hard once, twice, and then that shuddering plosion as my orgasm fit from my womb.

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

The orange-haired fair sex 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 hand and moved it up to my breast. Diane 's hand groped my perky tit. Then she slipped her paw into my bodice, into the cup of my push-up bra and began playing with my intemperately nipple. The orange-haired cleaning woman sipped her drink, rubbing her thighs together in arousal. Diane 's other helping hand was rubbing my thigh, and slid gamey 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 finger's breadth touched my button. orange was watching with a sultry grinning as Diane began to thumb me on the dance floor. She took another a sip of her drink as she watched me. The excitement 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 Passion of Christ in my womb. It would n't be long at all before another climax crashed through my body. Her fingerbreadth dipped into my wet hole sending even more delightful tingling throughout my dead body, fanning the excitement.

orangeness finished her drink and stood up. She strode across the dance floor on her dog, hunger gleaming in her eyes. I smiled as she approached and held out my hand. Her warm digit grasped my hand and I pulled her conclusion. She swayed before me as I writhed in Diane 's sleeve, a beautiful goddess. Her bosom swung in her bra beneath her transparent blouse, her flowing thighs gleamed with sweat in the pulsing lights of the club, her orangeness hair's-breadth waved as her capitulum rolled side to side. Orange 's side drew closer and closer until I was losing myself in her deep, dismal eyes as Diane 's finger pumped in and out of my cunt.

Orange licked a finger and slid it down her body, circling her breast. Her other hand raised her skirt exposing the unembellished sass of her snatch surrounded by the straps of her garter belt. She slid her wet fingers down started stroking her clit. My eyes were glued to her hard nub and the digit that slowly rubbed it. Then her finger dipped up into her slit and came out, glistening with succus and held it to my lips. I could smell her juice, a lemonlike olfactory property that tickled my anterior naris, then her glutinous finger's breadth touched my lips. 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 River 's eyes as she watched me shake off in Diane 's arms. Diane pulled her fingers away from my pussy, sticky with my honey and orange sucked them into her greedy sass, tasting my flavor. Then Orange was kissing me, my sweet-spicy feel on Orange 's lips as my spit eagerly tasted her backtalk.

Orange pressed her organic structure against mine, our thigh entwined, and I danced between my two lovers. I wrapped my blazon around Orange River 's neck and ground my pussy on her leg as she humped her cunt on mine. Diane pulled my chick up and I could sense her wiry pubic pilus tickling my ass, her hard clit rubbing about my plump cheek. Diane 's brim sucked at my berm, at my cervix. We danced and danced and I was lost to the euphony, to the orgasms.

Finally, I needed a breather. I slipped out of the dance base, 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 rampart, I watched the beautiful women dancing as I sipped at my beverage. A warm outpouring was spreading through my organic structure 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 miss, petite and small, with green hair's-breadth and green eyes, sat down next to me, an impish grin on her face and two potable in her paw. She offered me one of the drinkable which I gratefully accepted. It was another appletini I was delighted to discover when I took a sip. imp was dressed in a atomic number 47, clingy dress with no shoulder shoulder strap and a wispy skirt that fell to her knees. Her knocker were small, little A Cups, her nipples pressed hard against her bodice.

I took another sip of my drunkenness and then the brownie darted in and kissed me on the backtalk. She tasted of cerise lip gloss and fruity alcoholic beverage. I sat my drink on a small-scale end board and then stroked gremlin 's cheek with my finger's breadth, trailed the finger's breadth down her neck and dipped into her wearing apparel to feel her small, apple-sized breasts. Her nipples were small and pierced by a barbell piercing that I played with. Pixie 's helping hand started to caress my thigh and she leaned into me, kissing me more passionately.

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

She slid down to the base and pushed up my doll. She giggled wickedly when she saw my heart of fiery pubic hair's-breadth. She played with it, rubbed her cheek in my downy fuzziness, before she slid her natural language 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 pixy. I grabbed Pyxidanthera barbulata 's honey oil hair and pulled her into my slit and scratch my pussy across her face.

Her tongue wiggled into my pussy hole, twirling about the medium walls. Her finger's breadth trailed down my taint and found the puckered opening of my ass. Her fingerbreadth circled my miserly sphincter and then pressed forward. The tight ring of my ass resisted for respective wink and then her digit was in my back door, wiggling around in my ass. Her tongue slid up my dent, and started flicking at my punishing clit while her ovolo 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 face contained in my hard, little clit. I was panting, the ardour brewing in my womb. I slipped a hand into my bodice and played with my nipple. woman on the dance floor were watching me, their eyes glued to the elf eating my cunt and I moaned loud, wantonly, wanting them to hear my passion.

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

I pulled my dress down, exposing my perky, freckle breasts and my swarthy nipples, hard with my arousal. Pixie 's natural language was flicking faster and faster on my clit, flicking as fast a hummingbird's wings. I was getting close-fitting and closer to my passion, ready to erupt my sexual climax. I wanted every woman in the club to watch me cum on this slut 's childish face.

"Oh my god, your knife feel so respectable !"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 than ! Yes, yes, yes !"My sexual climax crashed through me, my wooden leg went rigid and my back arced and juices sprayed across the pixy 's face.

Without a word, the Pixie was on her exploit and dancing to the music, her typeface covered in my girl-cum. A blonde woman dressed in a man 's courting, her long hair flowing about her as she danced, grabbed Pyxidanthera barbulata and licked my juices from her typeface as the pair danced. respiration heavily, I finished the appletini Pixie brought me and headed back out into the saltation floor.

I danced with so many cleaning lady, grinding my twat on their leg, their hips, their ass while they ground back against me. Time lost all meaning, all that mattered was the music, the cleaning lady I was writhing on, and that seraphic feeling of handout in my uterus as I climaxed on them.

I stumbled into the bathroom, my head reeling with drink and my bladder full. I found a stall out-of-doors and burst in and found a very start cleaning lady, her skirt hiked up and her panties around her ankle as she took a piss. She was magniloquent, voluptuous woman with predate blackness hair streaked with red. Her breasts were large, straining against the compressed fabric of her Shirley Temple wearing apparel. An oval had been cut out of the bodice between the knocker, exposing the interior incline of both of her large tits.

"Excuse me,"she gasped indignantly.

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

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

"Thanks,"the woman flushed."Your back talk is pretty, too."

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

Avialle swallowed, her eyes drifting down to my privates."I … yes."Her entire body seemed to blush, her expression, her neck, and even her chest.

She slid off the john seat, kneeling on the dirty bathroom flooring and pushed up the skirt of my dress. She licked her lips nervously as she stared at my pussy and then, almost in a spell, she leaned forward and her lips sucked onto my pussy. I released my vesica, groaning in pleasure as my urine flowed out of my urethra into the adulteress oral fissure. She swallowed nosily, struggling to keep up and yellow fluid leaked out of her sass, running down her neck into her dress. I sighed, enjoying the feeling of my bladder voidance and the thrill of pissing in a pretty womanhood 's mouth.

When the last of my pee dribbled out, she started to lick me light, her lingua pleasantly rough as she explored all the faithful of my labia. She devoured me, desperate to imbibe all my fluids. Her hands gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the piano chassis as her sass 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 jade,"I said fondly."founder me your phone."

She handed me her telephone and commit my own phone a school text substance from the pee slattern."In causa I ever need to piss in somebody 's backtalk again."

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

She stood up and bent-grass to buss 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 kiosk and headed back to the dance flooring. I ground on more char out on the trading floor. I had lost Diane sometime ago. Twice more I had to pee as the intoxicant ran right through my body. Both time I sought out my pee fornicatress. I pulled her into the bathroom and all the sales booth were full so she just knelt down and drank my water in the middle of the lav. After she finished, three to a greater extent women used her the same way. The last time I had to piss, right-hand before I left, I pissed in Avialle 's oral fissure right in the center of the terpsichore base while this little girl that had half her hair bleached cotton candy blue and the other half died bright pink, grounded on my ass. Her name was Candy.

"What a nasty 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 confect. She had become quite the pee hussy this Nox. Her lips fastened to candy 's shaved puss 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 body as she pissed in Avialle 's mouth. Then her hips started to proceed 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 lounge. She was beneath me and our skirts were hiked up and I started tribbing her, enjoying our clitoris kissing together as I fucked her to the beat of the dubstep. I brought my sweet Candy to three shuddering sexual climax. The third one was so acute she passed out.

Smiling in satisfaction at the pleasure I gave the female child, I stood up and glanced at my sound. It was nearly 1 AM and I was feeling exhausted. As I left, I saw a big, dike 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 squad car when I drunkenly rapped on the windowpane."Did you have fun, Mistress ?"my cop slut 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 booze, Chasity."

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

I kissed her soundly and then crawled into the backseat. It was so affectionate and cozy and suddenly I was so sleepy. As the car started driving, I was rocked to slumber by Tacoma 's pothole. The succeeding 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 sustenance room was a wad. Boxes of pizza were piled on the end mesa. Violet and Desiree were sleeping on the lounge, spooning and naked. Cum stained both of the girls body. On one of the recliners, 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 boy had been fussy, I thought with a blue smile.

My stomach rumbled and I found a cut of meat lover pizza, cold, in one of the boxes 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 way. stain, Lillian, and his D & D group sat around the dining room mesa. A mat covered in squares 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 stain 's lap and felt his cock hardened. Pleased that I was arousing my man, I kissed him on the back talk.

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

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