The Devil's Pact - S01 E133

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E133

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 133

Fiona slid on the bed next to me, naked. On the other side of the bed, Karen was slipping into a sixty-nine with Violet, the former nun greedily eating the teenager's cunt. Violet's pink tongue lapped eagerly at Karen's pussy. Fiona's large tits, freckled like Mary's, pressed against my arm as she moved her face in to kiss me. Her tongue explored my lips, licking Violet's pussy-cum off my lips.

I grabbed one of Fiona's heavy tits and drew it up to my hungry lips, sucking her hard nipple into my mouth. Fiona purred happily as I nibbled and sucked her hard nub. Thamina was moaning louder and louder, riding my cock faster and harder. She shrieked something in Arabic as her cunt convulsed on my cock. My body tensed and I nibbled on Fiona's nipple as I came into Thamina's twat. Four powerful jets of cum to feed her slutty cunt.

"Thank you, Master," Thamina panted as she sat on my cock.

"Master, my cunt's all empty," Fiona whispered in my ear. "Can you fill it with your big cock?"

I grinned and kissed her. Thamina got off me and I rolled onto Fiona. Her legs spread invitingly open for me and I plunged my cock inside her and started fucking her hard. Violet and Karen were gasping and moaning, cumming on each other's faces. Thamina leaned on her elbow and watched me fuck Fiona, smiling sweetly and playing with her curn-stained pussy. Chasity crawled onto the bed and shoved her face into Thamina's cunt and sucked my cum out of the Muslim's pussy.

When Mary texted me to let me know she was on her way, I had filled all five of the slut's cunts with my cum and was enjoying Violet's tight ass. It wouldn't be long before I filled that hole with my cream as well. Violet was eating out Thamina's cunt as I fucked her ass. Chasity was sitting on Karen's face while Fiona ate Karen's cunt.

After I came in Violet's ass, I had Chasity clean my dirty cock with her mouth and then got dressed. "Sluts, get ready for tonight." I ordered as I left. Tonight, my friends were coming over to play D&D and I wanted all the sluts showered and ready to be fucked. I would let each of my buddy's choose a slut to be his personal slave for the night, excluding Korina who was still recovering from her gunshot, and Violet. Violet was a virgin when I fucked her and wanted no other cock to know her cunt but mine for the rest of her life. Violet would be my personal slave for the night.

When I went downstairs I found the two repairmen fucking Allison and Lillian in the living room. Our new front door had been replaced and the men were enjoying their bonus. Allison and Lillian knelt side by side as the men fucked them from behind and were making out.

"When you're finished, sluts, you need to get ready for tonight." I ordered.

"Yes, Master," Allison gasped and Lillian moaned, "I can't wait to play with your friends!"

A cream Jetta pulled into the driveway as stepped outside and Mary opened the door and happily walked over to me. Her auburn hair looked beautiful in the sunlight. She hugged me and kissed me passionately, and I could taste Alice's cunt on her lips. When I broke the kiss I could see her friend, Alice, starting daggers at me, her hands white-knuckled as she gripped her car door. Shit, was Alice jealous of Mary kissing me.

When Mary broke the hug, she turned to Alice. "This is Alice, she's going to be my maid-of-honor." The look Alice gave Mary was dewy eyed. She looked like a puppy staring at her master. Was she in love with Mary? "Remember, do not use your powers on her," Mary whispered, reminding me of a promise I made.

"Yeah," I said, frowning.

Alice briefly shook my hand when she walked up to us. "Nice to meet you," she said stiffly.

"Yeah, likewise," I replied, just as stiffly.

"See, isn't he a great guy?" Mary asked her lover.

"Sure," Alice answered, smiling at Mary. She cleared her throat. "So Mark, we're going to buy all the houses on this street. There's what, a dozen houses."

"Thirteen," I corrected.

"Well, I have some paperwork drawn up, but I don't think you'll get much luck on anyone selling their houses," Alice said. "People just don't like to sell their houses out of the blue. Even if you make a generous offer, some will need to think about it and others just won't care about the money. It's their home. People get weird when it comes to their home."

"Don't worry," Mary said. "Mark could talk a minister's wife out of her panties and fuck her behind the pulpit while her husband gives a sermon."

Alice raised her eyebrows at that, then choose to ignore what she clearly thought was Mary's boast. Mary had a wicked smile on her face and I bet she would love to see me fuck a minister's wife in the middle of church. I would love it too. "Well, let's get this over with," Alice said impatiently, interrupting my fantasy.

"I have the money in the trunk of my mustang," I said. "It's too heavy to lug it all round the neighborhood."

I drove us to the entrance parking in front of the third house in. That left us within a quick walk of six houses, half the street. We were going to need these houses. I planned on giving one to my mom, plus the bodyguards we were going to recruit would need a few houses for their barracks. For the other houses, who knows. Maybe Mary's father might move into one, along with her younger sister. And Shannon, Mary's older sister, would probably get another, And of course, Antsy could live with my mom or get her own house.

Of course, any households that had a beautiful wife or hot teenage daughter would get to stay for the small price of letting me fuck their women whenever I wanted. Anastasia from my Naked Jogging Club would be staying and Madeleine, as well. For the rest, I was hoping for one or two more households to hang onto.

I popped the trunk and grabbed a duffel bag and walked to the first house on my side of the street, 2902 Mountain View Ct SW. The house was a light blue with dark blue trim, three stories, surrounded by a beautifully maintained lawn with sculpted bushes, flowering plants, and a stone fountain carved with angels. I knocked at the door and a sullen looking teenage boy opened the door.

"I need to speak to your mom or dad," I said.

"Mom!" he hollered and a moment later a frumpy looking woman, a good fifty pounds overweight, walked up to the door. "Hi," she greeted, friendly enough, "I'm Mona, how can I help you."

"Is your husband home?" I asked. It would be a lot simpler both spouses were present.

"No, I'm not married," Mona answered.