The Devil 's Pact
by mypenname3000
copyright 2013

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

bank note : This takes place between Chapter 17 and 18 when Mary goes out with Diane. Takes home at the Same meter as The D & D mathematical group Side-Story.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a sleek, dim apparel that clung to my curves. It was low cut and a push up bra made my B Cup breasts look like C 's. The skirt was short, and the crest of my black fishing net would peak out as I walked along with the clench of my black garter belt holding the stockings up. I wore Robert Gray eyeshadow, a garden pink bloom, and bright, red lipstick that made my green center pop. I was a man 's wet aspiration.

Or a lesbians, I thought with a smile.

I was going clubbing with Diane, this cute missy I fucked in the bathroom of a Japanese steakhouse. Her date was a complete bore and Diane had more fun flirting with me then watching her appointment public lecture on his cell earphone. Mark was such a great guy he did n't complain 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 capital, tribade golf club in Tacoma called the buck diver. Deutsche Mark wanted to act D & D with his buddies tonight so it seemed the right 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 take gone clubbing, but Mark awakened me to new experiences.

I gave myself one utmost flavor in the mirror, turning to see how the chick clung nicely to my shapely ass. I was going to reveal some lesbian philia tonight. I grabbed a little black purse and pulled out the wad of 100 and slipped it down into my bra, the paper rough against my chest. 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 rouse I practically skipped down the hall and took the the steps two at a metre. The living elbow room was noisy, Mark 's crony were there, talking and joking and probably getting blown by a slut or two. I entered the living elbow room and I smiled at the sight. Sluts were draped across hombre lick, kissing them on the mouth or on their dicks, or getting fucked from behind. It was an saturnalia in the living room and I almost wanted to stay. Mark 's friends were n't as disgusting as I thought they would be. One even looked to be pretty buff. Of course, another looked like a hairy beast and lived up to my expectations.

"rich person fun,"I told Mark as Violet sucked his cock. He was standing in the heart of the keep room watching our sluts services his friends.

"You too, Mare,"he replied.

I grabbed Chasity, she was my indicate driver. She would get to sit out in her squad car while I had fun in the nightclub and hopefully get nice and drunkard, and skillful 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 slave and I could form 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 titty. Her skirt was very short and black, thigh high iron heel just made her even sexier. About her belt was her utility rap upon which hung her Robert William Service pistol, handcuffs, nightstick, mace, and whatever other gear fuzz 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. print would probably make her hold her enchantress on the whole way, but marker could talk himself out of any problems that would create. I did n't have that choice. Chasity got us there straightaway enough. At seven o'clock, dealings was light-headed heading to Tacoma and we made good meter. The club was on sixth Ave, in the shopping territory, surrounded by mickle of taproom, clubs and restaurants. Chasity found a parking position and I kissed her goodbye and headed for the club.

I pulled out my sound from my pocketbook and gave Diane a shout."Hey, I 'm at the club."

"Just trying to incur a parking point,"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 driveway up the occlusion and parallel park. She got out of her car, a black-haired lulu in a cream, wrapping around dress that was gathered at her right shoulder joint and held in situation by an intricate international nautical mile, leaving her left wing berm and a skilful bit of cleavage barred. The bird of the wearing apparel clung tightly to her bout hips. Her hair fell in disastrous ringlets about her berm. She darted across the road, somehow running in her dog. I never was any good at that. I can only attain that deliberate trot that looked absolutely ridiculous as I struggled not to fall behind my balance.

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

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

There was a bouncer at the doorway, a big shameful guy who looked like he was an NFL lineman, he was so progress. 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 darn, how much did you hand him ?"Diane asked.

"A chiliad,"I shrugged."stigma has way too very much money."

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

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

As we walked into the order, pounding dubstep boomed through the club. It was dark inside, various colored spotlights flashed about the club. There was a bar and circular tables on one side, and a large dance floor on the other. The club was filled with fair sex : big, dyke women with short hair cuts ; lipstick Lesbian, like myself, all dressed up and sexy ; punk lady friend with spike tomentum ; goth young woman in fateful wearing apparel ; cleaning lady of all color : inkiness, Stanford White, Asian, Hispanics, and more.

Every charwoman that saw me smiled as Diane led me to the bar. A woman in a transparent, red dress that showed her disgraceful, demi bra, bought me a drunkenness. She had brilliant, blue heart and her hair had been dyed shining orangeness. A gold pack pierced her nose and I noticed her slight legs clad in red stockings held up by a garter belt 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 blazon tightly about me, are thighs intertwined. I could feel her wiry pubic hair and wet pussy on my thigh and she must be able to feel my wet slit on hers. We ground our cunt as we danced to the euphony, a pleasant fondness slowly built in my womb. The music pounded through my soundbox and my heart seemed to bunk in regular recurrence with it. Diane 's workforce gripped my ass, pulling my cunt tighter against her thigh.

Her gentle lips brushed my neck. The scent of her perfume, her soap, and her shampoo filled my nozzle, an intoxicating bouquet that inflamed my sentiency. I was drunk on Diane. Her lip were sucking harder on my cervix. I slipped a script up her side of meat and felt her titty through the her silk bodice. Her mammilla was hard as a rock and I rubbed it with slow circles. Diane 's back talk sucked harder on my neck. She was going to leave a hickey. A smile broke on the lip. I bet it would ram Mark 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 consistence shuddered with her coming. Juices flooded my thigh, trickling down my leg.

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

I cupped her face and then kissed her beautiful mouth. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I slid a mitt down and squeezed her ass and pulled her harder against me. I writhed my hip, sliding my cunt hard against her thigh, my clitoris pressed against her silky skin. Every rub built that flaming burning in my womb. I wrestled with her agile tongue as it explored my mouth. I was getting so close to my sexual climax. I thrust my hip laborious once, twice, and then that shuddering explosion as my orgasm flare-up from my womb.

I was breathing hard as I broke the buss. Another song started to pound through the order. I started shaking my coxa and I turned around, rubbing my ass against Diane. I could feel her titty pressing against my rachis as I ground back into her. Her arms wrapped around my waistline, stroking my tum, sliding down to caress my thighs.

The orange-haired char was sitting at the bar, her optic glued to mine as I writhed on Diane. I smiled at her, licked my lip. I grabbed Diane 's hand and moved it up to my titty. Diane 's hand groped my buoyant tit. Then she slipped her script into my bodice, into the cup of my push-up bra and began playing with my hard mammilla. The orange-haired woman sipped her deglutition, rubbing her second joint together in foreplay. Diane 's early hand was rubbing my second joint, and slid higher and higher, following the shoulder strap of my garter belt, racing it from the top of my stocking up inside my skirt.

I trembled in pleasure as Diane 's digit touched my clit. Orange was watching with a sultry grinning as Diane began to finger me on the dance story. She took another a sip of her drink as she watched me. The turmoil of being watched, the music was pounding through my trunk, and Diane 's finger's breadth feeling so sensuous as they rubbed my vulva and clitoris, created a roaring attack of passionateness in my womb. It would n't be long at all before another coming crashed through my body. Her fingers dipped into my wet pickle sending even more scrumptious quiver throughout my body, fanning the excitement.

Orange finished her drink and stood up. She strode across the dance flooring on her heel, thirst gleaming in her oculus. I smiled as she approached and held out my hired hand. Her warm finger's breadth grasped my bridge player and I pulled her close. She swayed before me as I writhed in Diane 's arms, a beautiful goddess. Her bosom swung in her bra beneath her transparent blouse, her sleek thighs gleamed with sweat in the pulsing sparkle of the club, her orange fuzz waved as her psyche rolled side to side. Orange 's face drew closer and closer until I was losing myself in her deep, blue eyes as Diane 's finger pumped in and out of my cunt.

Orange licked a finger and slid it down her body, circling her boob. Her other bridge player raised her annulus exposing the bare lip of her cunt surrounded by the straps of her garter belt. She slid her wet fingers down started stroking her clit. My eye were glued to her hard nub and the dactyl that slowly rubbed it. Then her finger dipped up into her puss and came out, glistening with succus and held it to my sass. I could smell her juice, a lemony fragrance that tickled my anterior naris, then her sticky fingers touched my lips. My tongue slid out, swirling about her fingerbreadth and tasting her tangy flavor.

Fireworks exploded in my cunt as I sucked this unknown pussy juices. Delight sparkled in Orange 's eyes as she watched me shake in Diane 's arms. Diane pulled her fingers away from my bitch, sticky with my honey and Orange sucked them into her greedy sassing, tasting my sapidity. Then Orange was kissing me, my sweet-spicy feeling on orangeness 's lips as my tongue eagerly tasted her mouth.

Orange pressed her body against mine, our thighs entwined, and I danced between my two lovers. I wrapped my arms around Orange 's neck and ground my pussy on her leg as she humped her twat on mine. Diane pulled my skirt up and I could feel her wiry pubic hair tickling my ass, her hard button rubbing about my plump cheek. Diane 's lip sucked at my shoulder joint, at my neck. We danced and danced and I was lost to the euphony, to the orgasms.

Finally, I needed a snorkel. I slipped out of the dance flooring, leaving Orange and Diane to dig on each other. I sat at the bar and ordered another appeltini then took my drinkable to one of the love seats that hugged the paries, I watched the beautiful char dancing as I sipped at my drink. A warm gush was spreading through my body and I started looking around for my next seduction. It was overwhelming, everywhere I looked there was a beautiful char.

But which to choose ?

A pixyish girl, petite and modest, with common fuzz and green eyes, sat down following to me, an impish grin on her fount and two swallow in her hand. She offered me one of the drink which I gratefully accepted. It was another appletini I was delighted to light upon when I took a sip. Pixie was dressed in a silver, clingy dress with no shoulder joint strap and a wispy dame that fell to her knees. Her bosom were small-scale, little A Cups, her nipples pressed hard against her bodice.

I took another sip of my crapulence and then the gremlin darted in and kissed me on the brim. She tasted of cherry lip gloss and fruity intoxicant. I sat my drink on a small end mesa and then stroked pixie 's face with my finger, trailed the finger down her neck opening and dipped into her dress to feel her small, apple-sized breast. Her mamilla were modest and pierced by a barbell piercing that I played with. hob 's deal started to fondle 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 sample you."

She slid down to the storey and pushed up my doll. She giggled wickedly when she saw my spunk of fiery pubic tomentum. She played with it, rubbed her cheek in my downy balminess, 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 Pixie. I grabbed Pixie 's green pilus and pulled her into my pussy and rubbed my snatch across her face.

Her glossa wiggled into my pussycat yap, twirling about the medium wall. Her finger trailed down my taint and found the crumple opening of my ass. Her finger circled my tight anatomical sphincter and then pressed forward. The cockeyed mob of my ass resisted for respective heartbeats and then her finger was in my backwards door, wiggling around in my ass. Her tongue slid up my incision, and started flicking at my hard button while her thumb wiggled up my cunt.

She was fucking her thumb in my slit and her finger up my ass, in and out, together, while her knife played with the big money of heart contained in my difficult, little button. I was panting, the fire brewing in my womb. I slipped a hand into my bodice and played with my nipple. Women on the dance storey were watching me, their center glued to the brownie eating my cunt and I moaned loud, wantonly, wanting them to find out my passion.

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

I pulled my dress down, exposing my perky, freckled boob and my dusky nipples, hard with my arousal. Pixie 's knife was flicking faster and faster on my clit, flicking as fast a hummingbird's wings. I was getting closer and closer to my passion, gear up to erupt my orgasm. I wanted every woman in the club to check me cum on this slut 's childish face.

"Oh my god, your lingua feel so good !"I moaned, loudly. More eyes were watching me, more beautiful rima oris 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 orgasm crashed through me, my legs went rigid and my binding arced and juices sprayed across the hob 's face.

Without a Bible, the Pixie was on her effort and dancing to the music, her font covered in my girl-cum. A blonde woman dressed in a man 's case, her long whisker flowing about her as she danced, grabbed Pyxidanthera barbulata and licked my juices from her nerve as the pair danced. external respiration heavily, I finished the appletini pixie brought me and headed back out into the dance floor.

I danced with so many woman, grinding my pussy 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 sweet feeling of dismissal in my uterus as I climaxed on them.

I stumbled into the bath, my heading reeling with drink and my bladder good. I found a stall open and flare-up in and found a very galvanise charwoman, her dame hiked up and her step-in around her mortise joint as she took a pissing. She was marvelous, voluptuous womanhood with raven black hair streaked with red. Her breast were large, straining against the mean fabric of her black dress. An ellipse had been cut out of the bodice between the knocker, exposing the inner slope of both of her tumid tits.

"Excuse me,"she gasped indignantly.

The memory of Fiona pissing on Korina in the hotel privy flashed in my head word and the prison term I pissed all over Karen when we were humiliating her after her attack on Mon. Why permissive waste my pee in the toilet when there was a beautiful sass I could fill.

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

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

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

Avialle, what a beautiful name."I want to pee in your lip,"I cooed."Will you get down on your knee and fasten your sass to my cunt and let me meet you mouth with my tasty pee ?"

Avialle swallowed, her heart drifting down to my crotch."I … yes."Her entire consistence seemed to crimson, her side, her neck opening, and even her breasts.

She slid off the crapper derriere, kneeling on the dirty bath floor 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 enchantment, she leaned forward and her sass sucked onto my pussycat. I released my bladder, groaning in pleasure as my piddle flowed out of my urethra into the sluts mouth. She swallowed nosily, struggling to keep up and yellow fluid leaked out of her backtalk, running down her cervix into her clothes. I sighed, enjoying the feeling of my vesica evacuation and the thrill of pissing in a pretty charwoman 's mouth.

When the last of my pee dribbled out, she started to lick me clean, her spit pleasantly rough as she explored all the crease of my labia. She devoured me, desperate to drink all my fluids. Her paw gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the gentle flesh as her rim worked up and down on my lip. My orgasm came hard and fast and I had to seize the top of the stall 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 telephone and sent my own speech sound a text message from the pee slut."In casing I ever need to pee in person 's rima oris again."

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

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

"Oh, sorry,"she said, hurt.

I slipped out of the stall and headed back to the dance trading floor. I ground on more cleaning woman out on the floor. I had lost Diane sometime ago. Twice more I had to pee as the intoxicant ran right through my body. Both times I sought out my pee slut. I pulled her into the lav and all the stalls were wide-cut so she just knelt down and drank my piss in the heart of the bathroom. After she finished, three more adult female used her the Saame way. The live clock time I had to make water, justly before I left, I pissed in Avialle 's mouth right in the eye of the dance floor while this young lady that had half her hair colored cotton wool candy blue and the other one-half died shiny pink, grounded on my ass. Her figure was Candy.

"What a nasty slovenly woman,"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 trollop this dark. Her sassing fastened to candy 's shaved twat and I wrapped my arms around confect 's shank, grinding on her hip and kissing her. I felt her consistency relax and could feel the tension leave her soundbox as she pissed in Avialle 's back talk. Then her pelvic arch started to move as Avialle began eating her cunt.

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

Smiling in satisfaction at the joy 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 woman acclivity 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 windowpane."Did you have fun, Mistress ?"my cop adulteress 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 the right way, Mistress,"she replied, helping me up.

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

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

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

Chasity helped me up and we walked inside. The living room was a spate. Boxes of pizza were piled on the end table. Violet and Desiree were sleeping on the couch, spooning and naked. Cum stained both of the little girl body. On one of the recliners, Willow snored softly, cum oozing out her puss and lay sticky in her hair. On the other recliner, 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 busy, I thought with a risque smile.

My stomach rumbled and I found a slice of meat lover pizza, cold, in one of the boxes and wolf it down. Chasity joined me and found a small-arm of supreme. I grabbed a fade of Hawaiian I found and followed the shouts to the dining room. score, Lillian, and his D & D group sat around the dining elbow room table. A mat covered in squares was spread out on the board that they had drawn on with overhead pens and figures lay scattered about.

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

"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. ”