The Devil's Pact - S01 E206

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E206

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 206

Jessica came downstairs, naked save for her gold set with sapphire choker, her caramel breasts jiggling as she walked. Jessica had such a diverse, racial background it was hard to tell what her ethnicity. What was apparent is how stunningly beautiful she is. "Master, my boss emailed me," Jessica pouted, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm suspended because of the photos that got leaked. How am I supposed to be your spy now, Master?"

Mark caressed her face, wiping away her tear. "I'll take care of it," Mark said, taking Jessica's phone and calling her boss.

Willow followed Jessica, dressed in a fairly conservative pantsuit, her doctor's coat slung over her arm. Willow wasn't wearing her choker. Our three sluts that had professional jobs, Willow, Jessica, and Noel were told to not wear their chokers when they went to their jobs. Willow was a gynecologist and an idea popped into my brain. "Let's spin this story back to our charity. Willow, you know the plan well enough to talk about it at to the media?"

"Yes, Mistress," Willow answered. "And I've found the location for the clinic, filed with the IRS for our 501(c)(3) approval, and put that money you gave me into the accounts as donations from all the other sluts."

"Wow, when did all this happen?" Mark asked me, handing the phone back to Jessica. Her face lit up as she spoke to her boss.

I smiled at Mark. "I have my ways." said mysteriously. My ways were texting. When wasn't sucking Mark's cock while driving, I was texting away, arranging all the details. "And the fund raiser, we're set for a week from Friday?"

"Yes, Mistress," Willow said.

"Oh, thank you, Master, Jessica squealed and through her arms around Mark's neck and kissed him soundly on the lips. "I have to get dressed." I guess she was no longer suspended

34 drove us down to the end of the street in her Orting Police car. There were over a dozen reporters and cameramen, waiting in front of the street. We got out and were greeted by a barrage of questions and shouts as the reporters fought to be the first to ask us a question while camera's snapped and flashed. I swallowed, suddenly nervous, clutching Mark's arm like a scared little girl.

"Quiet!" Mark roared and they all shut up. I took a deep breath. Mark was in control, I had nothing to be nervous about. We were better than these reporters, special. I shouldri't be afraid of them.

"Good, I'm Mark Glassner, and this is my fiancee, Mary. We'll give you an interview, but there have to be some ground rules. One, film us from the waist up. Two, do not ever mention our nudity or any sexual acts you witness. Three, you will repeat the story that we are innocents, victims of an overzealous reporter who believes the lies of Brandon Fitzsimmons, a man bitter about his wife leaving him. Fourth, you will promote our charity." Mark glanced at me.

"Women's Health Organization for Reproductive Empowerment," I answered. And Mark blinked. It was quite a mouthful, I know.

"Everyone understand?" The reporters nodded. "Good."

I saw a cute reporter, her round face framed by curly, red hair. Her lips were big, lush, and covered with a bold, red lipstick. She wore a charcoal blazer and matching pencil skirt. A light gray, silk blouse, the top few buttons undone, showed a bit of her freckled chest. I could see a wedding ring glinting gold on her left hand. Fuck, those lips were so lush they were just begging to suck cock.

"You, what's your name," I said, pointing at the reporter.

"Debra Home-Dannell, Q13 News," the reporter answered, an excited look on her face

"Well, it's your lucky day, I told her. "You get to come her and suck on my man's cock."

"Really?" she happily asked. This is what was afraid of when I asked for the power to control people, how much would enjoy it. How addicting it is to make people dance for you. I was afraid of what I might do someday. "I've never been this lucky before."

She handed her microphone to her producer and came forward, her hips rolling in her tight skirt. "You're the best, Mare," Mark said as Debra carefully knelt down before him and grasped his hardening cock. I looked down to see those lush lips open up and sucked Mark's cock into her mouth.

"I know how horny you are, Mark," I told him fondly and he put his arm around me and kissed me gently on the lips.

"I love you, Mare," Mark said tenderly and I melted inside.

"Love you right back, my horny stallion," told him, and reached down to squeeze his ass. It was firm, now, not the flabby ass of two weeks ago when I met him.

We faced the cameras, from the waist up you'd never know Mark was getting his dick sucked by a beautiful reporter. "Okay, ready, let's start now." Mark paused and we both smiled. "Hi, I'm Mark Glassner and this is my fiancee Mary. We have been unfairly targeted by this Carlos Guiterrez from KING 5. Everything he said about me and my family is absolute slander."

"What about those surveillance photos?" a reported asked.

"Doctored," Mark answered. "Brandon Fitzsimmons is very bitter that his wife left him for me."

"I thought his wife was a Desiree Fitzsimmons, yet you stand here with a different woman?" a pretty, Black reporter asked. Her eyes kept flicking down to Debra. The reporter slut was bobbing her head now, nosily sucking Mark's cock. All the reporter kept looking at Debra and many of the men were sporting bulges and must be wishing Debra would suck their cock

"Is there a law against a man having more than one lover?" I asked. "Mark and I have a very loving, open relationship and Desiree is special to the both of us." And then I kissed Mark on the lips, my hand reaching down to caress the head of Debra Horne- Darnell, Q13 News, as she bobbed her head on Mark's cock.

"Are you a bigamist, Mr. Glassner?" a blonde, female reporter asked.

"Bigamy is illegal," Mark said, "But maybe that should change. Our state recently allowed gay marriage. This is the twenty-first century, we shouldn't be telling people who they can or cannot marry. And if someone wants to have more than one wife, who are we to tell them no."

"And how do you feel, Mary, about that?" a male reporter asked.

"As long as I'm the number one wife, Mark can have all the women he wants," answered with a smile and few of the reporters chuckled. "I think we all can agree that consenting adults shouldn't have any restrictions on whom they wish to be their partner or even how many partners they can have. America is about freedom and the government has long oppressed those of us pursing an alternative lifestyle." Wow, I didn't mean to say all that, but it felt great. Mark gave me a comforting squeeze on the shoulder.

"You're the first woman in my heart, Mare, Mark said and this time he kissed me, moarning in my mouth as he came down the pretty reporter's lush mouth. A few of the female reporters "awwwed" us.