The devil's pact - S01 E30

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The devil's pact - S01 E30

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Mary was cumming on Desiree's tongue as I went back to fucking her. Mary bucked so hard Allison had to stop sucking on her titties. Desiree started to pull her head up but Mary grabbed her hair and shoved her back in. "I didn't say to stop, slut." I slapped Desiree's ass hard, leaving a red handprint, and she moaned an apology around Mary's pussy.

Allison shuddered next to Mary, cumming on her fingers. "Oh, thank you, Mistress," she panted. "Thank you for making me cum." Mary held up her fingers and Allison obediently licked her cream off slender fingers.

I gripped Desiree's hips and really started to pound her cunt. I was getting close to cumming as Desiree's writhed before me, eating feverishly at Mary's pussy. Her cunt started to ripple about my cock as she came a second time. My ball tightened and with a groan, I shot deep inside her cunt. I fucked her a few more times, spurting more cum inside her. Wearily, I pulled out of her and sank on the couch next to Mary.

Allison wasted no time in getting behind Desiree and sucking my cum out of her pussy. Mary kissed me hard, her nimble tongue probing my mouth. She broke the kiss panting loud as her next orgasm neared and I bent down and sucked one of her hard little nipples into my mouth. "Oh, that's nice," Mary whispered. "Ohh, fuck, Desiree's a good cunt lapper!" she moaned and came with a hard shudder. Breathing heavily, Mary shoved Desiree off her cunt. "You can stop, slut!"

I reclined back into the couch. Fuck, I was tired. I had been up over a day and my sleep deprivation came crashing down on me. I closed my eyes and felt Mary cuddle up next to me. There was crashing down the stairs as Brandon raced down thern, dragging his, and heading through a door out into the garage. He didn't say a word. The garage door opened and sleep....

I woke up, confused where I was. Then I remembered, I was in the Fitzsimmons house. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and saw Mary sitting next to me. It was dark in the living room, the sun had set while I was sleeping and the living room danced with the shifting light from the Television.

"Have a nice nap," Mary asked.

I nodded and sat up. Mary had showered and smelled of coconut,

her red hair falling wet and loosely about her shoulders. She wore

a pink, silk robe that hung open, exposing her nude body. Allison knelt before her, gently licking her slit. Moans came from the TV and I realized they were watching the footage I shot at Bestbuy. It was kinda weird, watching myself fucking some woman. I think her name was Erin. Her husband was just in frame, stroking his hard dick as his wife moaned on my cock.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"It's pretty hot," Mary said, sighing, and pushed Allison off her cunt. Then she snuggled up against me. "Dinner will be ready, soon, and then we'll talk."

Talk? Oh, fuck. I remembered that I promised I would tell her how I could make people do what I wanted. "You still want to know." She nodded, and kissed my neck. "Okay, after dinner." We cuddled and watched the orgy.

I started drifting off to sleep when Desiree announced, "Dinner's ready." She was standing at the living room entrance naked save for a white apron, her large tits spilling around the apron and dark, pink nipples peaked out as she breathed.

We stood up, Mary belting close her robe, which clung silkily to her body, molding to the curves of her hips and breasts. Desiree led us into a beautiful dining room with a table covered in a lace tablecloth. Two plates had been set at the corners and the only lights were from mauve candles set in silver candleholders.

Desiree handed Allison a bottle of wine and she poured us both a glass while Desiree set plates of food on the table. Steaming on the plates was a savory roast, dripping in gravy with side of mashed potatoes. Bowls containing a mixed vegetable salad were set next to the plates, along with various bottles of dressing. Allison held a chair out for Mary and Desiree held my chair out. Once we were both seated, the sluts retired to the kitchen.

The food was excellent and Mary amused her self by feeding me bites of food from her fork, then licking the gravy off my chin. The roast was excellent, moist and delicious and the gravy rich, the mashed potatoes, obviously homemade, were thick and creamy. Desiree had selected a dark, red wine that complemented the roast. When we cleared our plates, Desiree and Allison returned, replacing our dinner plates with desert plates holding slices of chocolate cake and scoops of vanilla ice cream. The cake was heavenly, the texture spongy and moist. Desiree was as amazing a cook as her husband boasted. Maybe we would just keep her. She was wasted on her fat husband.

Finished, Desiree cleared the desert plates from the table, her

heavy breasts swaying as she walked and my eyes lingered on her shapely ass as she disappeared back into the kitchen. Dinner was over, and it was finally time to tell Mary where my powers came from, I looked over to my left and saw her heart-shaped face starring expectantly at me. The pink, silk robe she wore had loosened during supper and I could see a dusky nipple perched on a small, freckled breast.

My hand was shaking and my stomach rolled. I breathed in deeply. I loved her and I could share my darkest secrets with her. "You still want to know how can do the things I do?"

She nodded eagerly.

I sighed. "Well," started to say. This was harder than I thought. My stomach was twisted in painful knots. The longer I prolonged this, the worse it grew. Maybe, like ripping off a bandaid, I just needed to get this over quickly. "I made a deal with the Devil," I blurted out.

Mary blinked. "What?" Confusion marred her face as she furrowed auburn eyebrows.

"Last night, at a crossroad, I made a deal with the Devil," I replied. "In exchange for my soul, he gave me three wishes. A long, healthy life. Sexual stamina." paused. "And, people have to do what I tell them." Her face contorted in surprise. "I love you. I don't want to control you anymore. You no longer have to do what I tell you to do.

There was silence, her face flushed in anger. "So, I wasn't attracted to you. I didn't even have a choice. You just told me to spread my legs and I had to do it! Fuck, Mark! Jesus Christ, what the fuck!"

"I'm sorry, Mare," I whispered. "You were so beautiful and you were so happy to do what I told you to. I made sure you enjoyed it. How many times did you curn today?"

"That makes it better!" she demanded, tears starting to fall, running down her freckled cheeks, "Oh, God," she moaned. "You made me do such depraved acts. And what you made me do to my boyfriend, Mike." Her body wracked with sobs.

This was going so badly. And she was right, I had made her love me then I made her dump her boyfriend over the phone while I fuck her ass. God, what type of asshole does that.

"I love you, Mare," I confessed to her. "I think the moment I saw you

in the coffee shop I fell in love with you. I was just so lonely, and you seemed so happy doing what I told you, it didn't seem bad.

But as the dav went on. I realized it was wrona of me to tell you But, as the day went on, I realized it was wrong of me to tell you what to do, so I've tried to not give you direct orders anymore. You tell a slut what to do, not the women you love, I'm so sorry for hurting you. I want you to truly be with me. Not because I made you, but because you love me."

"And that's the worst part, bastard!" Mary screamed. "You made me love you! It makes this hurt so much more!"

Relief washed over me for a moment. She still loved me. "Then what does the past matter. All that matters is that we love each other."

"It's not real love," Mary retorted. "Just the poison you fed me!"

"Does it matter how you fell in love with me?" I asked. "Doesn't it just matter how your heart feels?" I reached out to grab her hand, but she pulled away. "We can be happy together. I can give you whatever you want. I can give you the world on a silver platter!"

She hesitated, doubt conflicting her face. The she steeled herself. "I think it does matter that my love isn't real."

"How do you know its not real?" I asked. "How can you tell?"

"I..." she opened her mouth and hesitated. "I don't know." Fresh tears overwhelmed her and she sobbed into her hands. "I don't know what to do."

"I'm going to go upstairs and wait," I told her. "If your love for me out weighs your anger then come upstairs. If not, I love you and I won't stop you from going. You can take the car, your clothes, anything you want. I promise, I want ever come looking for you. Just, please, think about it. Please?

Mary sat still for a moment and then gave me the merest nod of her head.

Relief washed over me. There was still a chance. "I love you Mary"

Mary did not answer, just started crying into her hands again. So, I stood from the table and left the dining room, entering the kitchen where Allison and Desiree were cleaning the dishes. Allison looked at me, a supporting smile on her face. "It'll be okay, Master," she whispered, hugging me. "Mistress loves you."

Allison hopeful words made me feel a little better. "Sluts, when

you're finished with the cleaning, retire to the guest bedroom and

do not leave until the morning unless you need to use the do not leave until the morning unless you need to use the bathroom."

"Yes Master," the both replied in near unison. Then, discontentedly, I headed upstairs to the master bedroom and sank to the floor, leaning back against the bed. And waited.

My heart was beating hard, and seemed stuck up in my throat. I clenched my hands tight. And waited. My ears strained for sounds from downstairs, but all could here was clatter from the kitchen. Fear and doubt and terror and hope all swirled through my head. God, she was so hurt by the truth. I was such an idiot to release my control on her.

I sighed. No, letting her be free was the only way to truly have her. It would never be a real relationship is she was my slave. But, she still loves me. I just need to hope that her love will win out against her anger. I would pray to God, but I don' think he would answer me. It was getting harder and harder to breath as the tension squeezed my heart. Minutes ticked by a long as hours. The longer I waited, the worst the conflict between hope and despair grew. Over and over, two phrases began to repeat on a loop in my head, drowning out all other thoughts

Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave.

Again and again, like a needle skipping on a broken record, my mind echoed with those two thoughts. Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave. Hope and despair, love and grief, warred for my soul. My heart pounded. I thought it was going to explode in my chest.

Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave.

The front door opened. A car engine started. Despair slew hope, and love was drowned by grief.

Mary was going to leave.

I sobbed into my hands.

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