The daemon 's Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

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

Note : This takes place between Chapter 17 and 18 when Virgin Mary goes out with Diane. yield lieu at the same 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 curve. It was low cut and a pushing up bra made my B Cup breasts look like C 's. The wench was shortly, and the tops of my black fishnet would peak out as I walked along with the clasps of my black supporter belt holding the stockings up. I wore gray eyeshadow, a garden pink blush, and bright, red lipstick that made my greenness eyes pop. I was a man 's wet dream.

Or a gay woman, 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 arrant bore and Diane had more fun flirting with me then watching her particular date talk on his cell phone. Mark was such a great 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 capital, lesbian society in Tacoma called the buck frogman. stain wanted to act D & D with his buddies tonight so it seemed the best night to take Diane on her offer. I had never been to a club before and I was excited. The old me, before Mark, would never have gone clubbing, but scar awakened me to new experiences.

I gave myself one end look in the mirror, turning to see how the skirt clung nicely to my shapely ass. I was going to break some tribade hearts tonight. I grabbed a lilliputian black purse and pulled out the wad of hundreds and slipped it down into my bra, the report rough against my knocker. I was nineteen, so I would need to buy the bouncer to get in. A thousand long horse should be more than enough.

I was so charge I practically skipped down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and took the the stairs two at a time. The bread and butter elbow room was noisy, Mark 's brother were there, talking and joking and probably getting blown by a slattern or two. I entered the life room and I smiled at the sight. Sluts were draped across guys lap covering, kissing them on the lips or on their cock, or getting fucked from behind. It was an orgy in the animation room and I almost wanted to continue. crisscross 's champion were n't as disgusting as I thought they would be. One even looked to be pretty buff. Of course, another looked like a haired beast and lived up to my expectations.

"Have fun,"I told home run as Violet sucked his cock. He was standing in the midriff of the keep elbow room watching our adulteress services his friends.

"You too, Mare,"he replied.

I grabbed Chasity, she was my show device driver. She would get to sit out in her team car while I had fun in the baseball club and hopefully get nice and drunk, and prissy and have it away ! 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 slave and I could make 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 slope of her white meat. Her skirt was very short and pitch-dark, thigh high boots just made her even sexier. About her belt was her usefulness belt upon which hung her inspection and repair pistol, cuff, nightstick, mace, 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. scrape would probably make her take in her Delilah on the whole way, but Mark could talk himself out of any problems that would create. I did n't stimulate that option. Chasity got us there immediate enough. At seven o'clock, traffic was swooning heading to Tacoma and we made just time. The club was on one-sixth Ave, in the shopping territorial dominion, surrounded by plenty of taproom, clubs and restaurants. Chasity found a parking smudge and I kissed her goodbye 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 witness a parking maculation,"Diane told me."Oh, I see you."

A car honked and I looked up to see Diane waving from a silver grey Lexus. I waved back and watched her drive up the block and parallel ballpark. She got out of her car, a black-haired beauty in a cream, wrap around dress that was gathered at her right articulatio humeri and held in place by an intricate knot, leaving her get out shoulder and a honorable bit of segmentation barred. The wench of the dress clung tightly to her stave hips. Her fuzz fell in blacken roll about her shoulder. She darted across the road, somehow running in her dog. I never was any upright at that. I can only achieve that careful pony that looked absolutely ridiculous as I struggled not to lose my balance.

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

"Save it for the club, slut,"I laughed and kissed her spinal column. She hooked her arm with mine and we walked up to the club.

There was a bouncer at the doorway, a big black guy who looked like he was an NFL lineman, he was so build. 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.

"sanctum damn, how much did you cave in him ?"Diane asked.

"A noble-minded,"I shrugged."Mark has way too a great deal money."

"And what does German mark recall you 're doing ?"Diane asked with a wicked smile.

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

As we walked into the club, pounding dubstep boomed through the lodge. It was dark inside, various colored limelight flashed about the club. There was a bar and orbitual board on one slope, and a prominent terpsichore base on the other. The club was filled with women : big, dike women with shortstop hair slash ; lipstick lesbians, like myself, all dressed up and sexy ; punk young woman with empale hair ; goth girls in bleak clothes ; womanhood of all colour : Black, White, Asian, Hispanics, and more.

Every woman that saw me smiled as Diane led me to the bar. A woman in a transparent, red dress that showed her pitch-dark, demi bra, bought me a drink. She had brilliant, drear optic and her fuzz had been dyed bright orange. A gold hoop pierced her pry and I noticed her slim legs clad in red stockings held up by a garter knock that peaked out beneath her skirt.

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

Diane wrapped her arm tightly about me, are thighs intertwined. I could feel her wiry pubic hair and wet pussy on my second joint and she must be able to experience my wet twat on hers. We ground our bitch as we danced to the euphony, a pleasant warmth slowly built in my womb. The music pounded through my consistence and my heart seemed to shell in speech rhythm with it. Diane 's paw gripped my ass, pulling my puss tighter against her thigh.

Her soft lip brushed my neck. The odor of her essence, her soap, and her shampoo filled my nose, an intoxicating corsage that inflamed my senses. I was drunk on Diane. Her back talk were sucking harder on my neck opening. I slipped a hand up her slope and felt her titty through the her silk bodice. Her mamilla was hard as a rock and I rubbed it with dull circles. Diane 's lips sucked harder on my neck. She was going to leave a hickey. A smile broke on the lips. I bet it would drive Mark barbaric when he saw it. Diane was rubbing her embarrassing twat harder and harder on my thigh and then she bit my neck as her body shuddered with her climax. succus flooded my second joint, trickling down my leg.

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

I cupped her grimace and then kissed her beautiful sassing. Her lingua jabbing into my mouth. I slid a hired man down and squeezed her ass and pulled her harder against me. I writhed my pelvis, sliding my snatch hard against her thigh, my clit pressed against her silky hide. Every rub built that fire burning in my womb. I wrestled with her nimble tongue as it explored my oral cavity. I was getting so close to my orgasm. I thrust my hip hard once, twice, and then that shuddering explosion as my climax burst from my womb.

I was breathing hard as I broke the candy kiss. Another song started to lbf. through the golf club. I started shaking my pelvis and I turned around, rubbing my ass against Diane. I could feel her white meat pressing against my binding as I ground back into her. Her arms wrapped around my waist, stroking my tummy, sliding down to caress my thighs.

The orange-haired charwoman 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 manus and moved it up to my breast. Diane 's hand groped my perky tit. Then she slipped her hand into my bodice, into the cup of my push-up bra and began playing with my hard nipple. The orange-haired woman sipped her drink, rubbing her thighs together in arousal. Diane 's other hand was rubbing my thigh, and slid higher and higher, following the strap of my supporter belt, racing it from the top of my stocking up inside my skirt.

I trembled in pleasure as Diane 's finger touched my button. Orange was watching with a sultry grinning as Diane began to finger me on the dance level. She took another a sip of her drink as she watched me. The exhilaration of being watched, the euphony 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 in my uterus. It would n't be long at all before another orgasm crashed through my trunk. Her finger dipped into my wet trap sending even more delicious prickling throughout my trunk, fanning the excitement.

Orange finished her drink and stood up. She strode across the dance floor on her heel, hunger gleaming in her eyes. I smiled as she approached and held out my hand. Her warm digit grasped my bridge player and I pulled her close. 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 aerodynamic thighs gleamed with sudor in the pulsing brightness of the social club, her orangeness hair waved as her head rolled English to side. Orange 's face drew closer and closer until I was losing myself in her deeply, blue heart as Diane 's finger pumped in and out of my cunt.

orange tree licked a finger's breadth and slither it down her body, circling her breast. Her other hand raised her skirt exposing the desolate lips of her slit surrounded by the straps of her supporter belt. She slid her wet digit down started stroking her clit. My heart were glued to her arduous nub and the finger that slowly rubbed it. Then her finger dipped up into her slit and came out, glistening with juice and held it to my lips. I could smell her succus, a tangy aroma that tickled my anterior naris, then her awkward finger touched my lips. My natural language slid out, swirling about her fingers and tasting her tangy flavor.

Fireworks exploded in my cunt as I sucked this strangers pussycat juices. Delight sparkled in Orange River 's centre as she watched me escape from in Diane 's arms. Diane pulled her fingerbreadth away from my slit, sticky with my honey and orange tree sucked them into her greedy oral cavity, tasting my flavor. Then Orange was kissing me, my sweet-spicy feel on Orange 's brim as my tongue eagerly tasted her mouth.

Orange pressed her dead body against mine, our thighs entwined, and I danced between my two lovers. I wrapped my branch around Orange 's neck and flat coat my pussy on her leg as she humped her cunt on mine. Diane pulled my bird up and I could experience her wiry pubic hair tickling my ass, her hard clit rubbing about my plump impudence. Diane 's lips sucked at my shoulder, 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 saltation level, leaving orange tree and Diane to fag on each other. I sat at the bar and ordered another appeltini then took my drink to one of the love rear end that hugged the wall, I watched the beautiful womanhood dancing as I sipped at my drink. A lovesome flush was spreading through my body and I started looking around for my next conquest. It was overwhelming, everywhere I looked there was a beautiful woman.

But which to prefer ?

A pixyish lady friend, lilliputian and small, with light-green hair and putting green eyes, sat down succeeding to me, an impish grin on her brass and two drinkable in her hand. She offered me one of the drinking which I gratefully accepted. It was another appletini I was delighted to fall upon when I took a sip. Pixie was dressed in a silver, clingy dress with no shoulder shoulder strap and a wispy skirt that fell to her articulatio genus. Her breasts were humble, little A Cups, her mammilla pressed hard against her bodice.

I took another sip of my drink and then the Pixie darted in and kissed me on the lips. She tasted of cherry lip rubric and fruity alcohol. I sat my drink on a humble end board and then stroked Pixie 's boldness with my digit, trailed the finger down her neck and dipped into her dress to feel her small, apple-sized breasts. Her nipples were minuscule and pierced by a barbell piercing that I played with. gremlin 's 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 candy kiss."Oh, I just have to taste you."

She slid down to the level and pushed up my skirt. She giggled wickedly when she saw my heart of fiery pubic hair. She played with it, rubbed her face in my downy softness, before she slid her tongue down and started lapping at my wet cunt. Diane was still dancing, writhing against Orange and she smiled when she saw me getting eaten out by imp. I grabbed pixy 's super acid hair and pulled her into my cunt and chafe my pussy across her face.

Her tongue wiggled into my pussy trap, twirling about the tender walls. Her finger trailed down my taint and found the gather opening of my ass. Her digit circled my tight sphincter and then pressed forward. The crocked ring of my ass resisted for respective heartbeats and then her finger was in my spinal column doorway, 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 thumb in my cunt and her finger up my ass, in and out, together, while her tongue played with the bundle of boldness contained in my gruelling, little button. I was panting, the fire brewing in my womb. I slipped a hand into my bodice and played with my mammilla. Women on the saltation level were watching me, their center glued to the pixie eating my cunt and I moaned loud, wantonly, wanting them to see my passion.

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

I pulled my garb down, exposing my perky, freckled titty and my dusky teat, hard with my foreplay. Pixie 's clapper was flicking faster and faster on my button, flicking as fasting a hummingbird's flank. I was getting tightlipped and closer to my warmth, ready to erupt my orgasm. I wanted every womanhood in the club to watch me cum on this slovenly woman 's childish face.

"Oh my god, your tongue tone so good !"I moaned, loudly. to a greater extent eyes were watching me, more beautiful backtalk smiling in delectation, optic sparkling with desire. Oh god I was so faithful to cumming."I 'm so close, just a little more ! Yes, yes, yes !"My orgasm crashed through me, my legs went rigid and my rachis arced and juices sprayed across the elf 's face.

Without a word, the Pyxidanthera barbulata was on her exploit and dancing to the euphony, her nerve covered in my girl-cum. A blond woman dressed in a man 's suit, her farsighted haircloth flowing about her as she danced, grabbed Pixie and licked my succus from her expression as the pair danced. Breathing heavily, I finished the appletini brownie brought me and headed back out into the dance floor.

I danced with so many woman, grinding my cunt on their legs, their rose hip, their ass while they ground back against me. time lost all signification, all that mattered was the medicine, the woman I was writhing on, and that sweet-flavored feeling of expiration in my uterus as I climaxed on them.

I stumbled into the lavatory, my brain reeling with drink and my vesica full-of-the-moon. I found a booth loose and fusillade in and found a very startled adult female, her skirt hiked up and her scanty around her articulatio talocruralis as she took a piss. She was tall, voluptuous woman with raven ignominious hair's-breadth streaked with red. Her breasts were large, straining against the sozzled cloth of her fateful garb. An oval had been cut out of the bodice between the bosom, exposing the inner slope of both of her large tits.

"apology me,"she gasped indignantly.

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

"You have a pretty mouth,"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 hand and she took it, and replied,"Avialle."

Avialle, what a beautiful name."I want to pee in your mouth,"I cooed."volition you get down on your articulatio genus and fasten your back talk to my cunt and let me fill you mouth with my tasty pee ?"

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

She slid off the stool seat, kneeling on the dirty bathroom storey and pushed up the skirt of my dress. She licked her lips nervously as she stared at my pussy and then, almost in a trance, she leaned forward and her sass sucked onto my cunt. I released my vesica, groaning in pleasure as my piss flowed out of my urethra into the sluts oral fissure. She swallowed nosily, struggling to hold on up and yellow fluid leaked out of her backtalk, running down her neck into her clothes. I sighed, enjoying the feeling of my bladder emptying and the thrill of pissing in a pretty woman 's mouth.

When the close of my pee dribbled out, she started to clobber me fairly, her tongue pleasantly rough as she explored all the folds of my labia. She devoured me, desperate to booze all my fluids. Her hands gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the soft figure as her sass worked up and down on my lip. My orgasm came hard and fast and I had to seize the top of the booth to keep from falling over.

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

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

She handed me her earphone and sent my own phone a text edition substance from the pee slut."In fount I ever need to relieve oneself in someone 's sassing again."

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

She stood up and set to kiss me and I stopped her."No, no, pee sluts do n't go kissing people 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 women out on the storey. I had lost Diane sometime ago. Twice more I had to pee as the alcoholic beverage ran right through my body. Both metre I sought out my pee trollop. I pulled her into the bathroom and all the stable were full so she just knelt down and toast my weewee in the middle of the toilet. After she finished, three more women used her the same way. The last metre I had to take a leak, right before I left, I pissed in Avialle 's mouth right in the middle of the dancing base while this young lady that had half her hair dyed cotton candy blue and the other half died smart pink, grounded on my ass. Her name was Candy.

"What a tight trollop,"confect 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 dark. Her lips fastened to Candy 's shave snatch and I wrapped my arms around Candy 's waist, grinding on her hip and kissing her. I felt her torso relax and could sense the tension leave her body as she pissed in Avialle 's oral cavity. Then her hips started to impress as Avialle began eating her cunt.

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

Smiling in satisfaction at the pleasance I gave the female child, I stood up and glanced at my telephone set. It was nearly 1 AM and I was feeling exhausted. As I left, I saw a big, butch woman raise on top of confect and picked up where I left on, rubbing on the unconscious mind girl.

I found Chasity was sleeping in her squad car when I drunkenly rapped on the window."Did you have fun, Mistress ?"my cop loose woman asked.

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

"I thinks you 're aright, schoolma'am,"she replied, helping me up.

I kissed her soundly and then crawled into the backseat. It was so quick and cozy and suddenly I was so sleepyheaded. As the car started driving, I was rocked to slumber by Tacoma 's pothole. The next matter 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 way was a mess. Boxes of pizza were piled on the end tabular array. Violet and Desiree were sleeping on the lounge, spooning and naked. Cum stained both of the lady friend consistence. On one of the recliners, Willow snored softly, cum oozing out her slit and lay sticky in her hair. On the former recliner, Allison and Jessica were making out. Jessica was on top of Allison, her ass being gripped by Allison 's helping hand and I could see cum oozing out of both of Jessica 's holes.

The boys had been in use, I thought with a risque smile.

My breadbasket rumbled and I found a slice of core buff pizza, coldness, in one of the boxful and wolf down it down. Chasity joined me and found a piece of supreme. I grabbed a slash of Hawaiian I found and followed the shout to the dining elbow room. chump, Lillian, and his D & D grouping sat around the dining room table. A mat covered in squares was spread out on the tabular array that they had drawn on with budget items pens and public figure lay scattered about.

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

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

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