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The Devil's Pact - S01 E156

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E156

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 156

Damien grabbed Desiree. "Your tits are so big," he moaned. "Like Mrs. Corra my math teacher." He, slowly, reached out and squeezed her big tit. "It's so...soft and yet firm!" he marveled.

"Not so hard," Desiree winced. "A women needs to be touched, gently."

"Will you show me?" he asked, eagerly. "How to please a women?"

Sean was to lost in making out with Flona to catch the implication of that statement. From what I gathered in the bathroom, Missy wasn't terribly satisfied with Damien's performance. The boy was eager and Desiree was soon stretched out on the couch talking him through feeling up her breasts.

Thamina went to George, shyly. Thamina always got shy around strangers. Her strict, Muslim upbringing had shamed her from pursuing the desires of her body. George cupped her chin and kissed her gently until she stopped trembling and then he sat her down in the other recliner, spread her dusky thighs and Thamina moaned in appreciation, George, it seemed, didn't need lessons in how to please a woman.

"Shh," Fiona hushed my future father-in-law, placing a finger on her lips as her other hand was busy with his pants. "Let me take care of you."

She rose up and I could see Sean's penis poking at the waxed lips of her pussy as she guided him into her hole, then she sank down and groaned as he shot his load prematurely. "Sorry," he gasped. "It's been so long."

"You don't need to apologize," Fiona said, rising up on his cock, still hard even after cumming. "Now that the first one is out of the way, you'll last longer."

"Sheesh," Sean muttered. "Wow, I had forgotten how amazing this was!"

On the couch, Desiree was teaching Damien how eat a woman's cunt. "Umm, that's good. The clitoris is very sensitive, so be gentle with it. Yes, nice, slow rubs. Don't be afraid to kiss it and suck on it but watch your...uuhh...your teeth!" she panted, playing with her nipples as Damien eagerly sucked at her pussy.

My cock was hard in my pants and then I realized the flaw in our plan. Mary wanted to make love to both her sisters, alone, at first. She would text me when she was ready for me to join her. In the meantime, I was supposed to make sure her father and her sisters boyfriends were distracted. They were. But we only had three sluts stay. I should have had a fourth slut stay so could have someone to play with

I considered going next door where the other sluts were at, probably having themselves a fun little girly orgy, when I saw Fiona's ass as she rode Sean. She had a free hole. And Sean would soon be my father-in-law so we were practically family so why not share a whore with him. I walked over to the chair, my cock bumping into Fiona's ass.

"Are you...uhh...going to fuck my ass, Master?" Fiona panted, forgetting how to address me in front of company. Well, the cat was out of the bag so what did it matter.

"Yeah, slut," I told her. "I'm going to ream your sexy ass."

I slid into her tight ass, extra tight as Sean's cock filled her cunt. "What..." Sean started to protest and Fiona sealed her lips over his, stifling his objections as she fucked us both, rising and wiggling

her hips, finding a rhythm to pleasure the two of us. Fiona broke her kiss and started panting, "Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good in my ass, Master. And Mr. Sullivan's feels so good in my

pussy! Thank you, Master!"

I started fucking Fiona back, getting into the rhythm and enjoying her sweet ass. Sean was groping her breasts and sucked a red nipple into his mouth. "God, your ass feels amazing, slut!" I growled

"Hmm, you like my slutty ass, Master!" Fiona cooed. "Are you going to cum in my ass? Are you going to fill my slutty as with your hot cum!"

"Fucking slut," I groaned, her talk turning me on.

That tightening sensations was beginning in my balls and I fucked Fiona's ass as hard as I could, shoving her cunt down onto Sear's cock. My future father-in-law was gasping in pleasure as Fiona's cunt slammed down on him over and over. I fucked her harder, three more powerful strokes and then I was flooding her ass with my cum.

"Oh man!" Sean moaned. "Oh man! That's feels so good! It's been so long!"

"Mm, pour your cum in my hungry cunt," Fiona purred as I pulled out and sat down on the ottoman. watched as Fiona's hips rose and fell, her asshole gaping open and leaking dirty cum. "Oh yes, oh yes, I love cum shooting in my slutty cunt! Yes!" More cum was forced out her ass as Fiona came. And then she slipped off Sean's lap and dutifully cleaned my dirty cock off while Sean panted in the seat, his eyes closed.

George was fucking Thamina now, leaning over her as the recliner rocked from the force of their fucking. Thamina's dusky legs were wrapped around his hips, pulling him hard into her cunt. Her headscarf was half hanging off, exposing her beautiful, black hair. The colorful fabric spilled across her breasts, a nipple peaking out from beneath a hem.

"Sorry," Damien apologized. I looked back to see the teen between Desiree's legs, cum splattering her stomach.

"It's okay, most young men are a little trigger happy," Desiree purred as she stroked his cock. "Minhh, you feel like you're ready to go, again."

"Wow, your wetter than Missy was," Damien groaned as Desiree guided her cock into her cunt. "Oh man, how are you squeezing my cock with your pussy?"

"Kegals!" Desiree giggled.

"You feel so much better than Missy," Damien groaned.

"You just got to treat Missy right," Desiree murmured, "then she'll be a randy bitch for you. Besides, Master's going to show Missy how to treat a man. You won't be disappointed."

"I won't?" Damien asked. "How can she compare to you, Desiree?"

"Oh, that's sweet," Desiree purred and kissed him, wrapping her legs around his pumping hips.

"I'm serious, I think I love you, Damien panted.

"No you don't," Desiree said, stroking his face. "You just love how my pussy's making your cock feel right now. That's lust, not love. Love is more pure, it's about just wanting to be with them. Enjoying their company. Helping them out. And missing them when they're gone. Its about trust and intimacy."

"I thought I had that with Tiffany," Sean suddenly said, rubbing his face. "God, I still miss her."

"Tiffany, that's Mary's mom?" I asked. Fiona's cock cleaning had turned into a very pleasant blowjob, her mouth bobbing up and down on my cock.

"Yeah," Sean sighed. "I don't know what went wrong. I thought everything was just fine. I mean, we fought, but it was nothing serious. I really thought she loved me and then...then she just changed. It was like she became a different person. Wild and lusty."

"Sorry," I said, feeling uncomfortable. "I don't know what I'd do without Mary"

"It's like a part of me was ripped away," Sean sighed. "Every day it hurts. Thirteen damn long years and I still love her." He grabbed his wine and downed it. "Fuck, I must be drunk."

I pushed Fiona off my cock and she took the hint and sild onto Sean's lap and held him to her breast and he started crying. George and Damien were too lost in their fuckings to notice. Then, Fiona stood up, and led Sean to her bed. Sean tralled after her like a lost boy, head hanging down, just stumbling behind her.

I felt very uncomfortable. Around me Damien was furiously pumping atop of Desiree while sucking at her bit tits, and George was giving it to Thamina hard, their groins slapping together with loud slaps and Thamina was moaning in pleasure. A burning hatred for Mary's mother filled my heart. Sean was great guy, and Mary and her sisters were great gals, and she just left them from some fucking musicians.

If I ever got my hands on Tiffany I would leave her howling for all the pain she caused.

I sneezed as I got out of the cab.

The cab reeked of body odor and some disgusting aftershave. The cabble, a black Haitian that barely spoke any English, spent the entire drive over to the Pirate's Rum Bar and Grill jabbering away in Haitian creole on his bluetooth. I was glad to get out of the cab. It was late, after midnight, later than I wanted to be out. I may look eighteen, but inside I felt like my forty-four year old self. We were only here this late because the bouncer that lets in underage girls doesn't start until midnight.

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