The Devil's Pact - S01 E208

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E208

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 208

"Where did you find pilots so fast?" I asked, curious. "Is there like a Labor Ready for out of work pilots or something?"

Mark smiled. "Alaska Airlines has their headquarters in SeaTac, I just spoke to their head of HR and he's finding us a list of candidates."

"Attractive women?" I asked, with a sly smile. I knew how Mark thought. "How many female pilots are there."

"Oh, there's a couple," Mark said with a shrug.

15 and 16 were our bodyguard's this morning and it took Mark just a few minutes of reckless speeding to get down to the Bank of America branch on Meridian in South Hill. Mark popped the trunk, pulled out a few empty duffel bags and tossed them to our bodyguards and we walked arm in arm to the bank entrance.

15 opened the door for us and we walked in, our bodyguard's flanking us. My heart was hammering with excitement and my cunt was moistening. Everyone in the bank turned and stared at us, a hush fell over the room. People swallowed nervously, I could hear whispers, "It's that guy from the news." We must have been quite a sight, walking in so boldly, with our slutty cops as our escorts.

"I see my reputation has proceeded me," Mark said, boldly. "Well, don't be afraid. None of you will be hurt. Branch manager, start the tirme lock. And none of you will ever speak about what happens here today." Mark snapped his finger, "Oh, and no one hit the silent alarm."

"Sorry," a pretty woman muttered. She had short, black hair and a hungry, predatory mouth that made my cunt weep. "I recognized you from the news. I'm so very sorry, Mr. Glassner."

Her name tag read Kelli. "Come here, Kelli," snapped. "You can make it up by licking my pussy."

I sat in own of the plush chairs set aside for the merchant line and hiked up my loose, blue skirt. I wasn't wearing any panties and I felt pretty wet down there. Mark smiled at me and then took 16's police radio, tuming it up.

"That's dispatch sending four units here," 16 said as she listened to the near incomprehensible squawks coming out of the radio.

Mark took the radio. "This is Mark Glassner. Cancel the call at the Bank of America on Meridian. Everything is under control here."

"Yes, sir," the dispatcher squawked back and Mark thrust the radio back to 16.

"15, don't let anyone enter," Mark barked. 15 saluted and marched to the door and went outside, standing at attention before the door.

Kelli was walking towards me. She had a tight, sleeveless blouse that molded to her tiny tits, cut little A Cups, and a short, pleated black skirt. As she walked, I could see the tops of her thigh-high black stockings and the clasps of the garter belt holding them up. She had a sex sway to her hips and was licking her lips.

"Are you excited to eat my pussy," I asked as she knelt before me."

"Yes, mam," she whispered. "I saw you at the mall last night. You were so beautiful. I wanted to just walk up and kiss you. You're the most beautiful woman in the world."

My cunt was positively gushing buckets of cunt juice as she complimented me. I knew it was just my wish speaking, but it was still flattering as hell. I spread my legs wide and her eyes fell to my waxed cunt. Her fingers reached out and touched the little heart of fiery hair that grew just above my slit.

"So soft," she murmured.

I gasped as she started licking at my cunt, her tongue quick and deft, as she circled my slit, teasing me. She spread me open, licking at my inner labia, every touch of her tongue sending tingles of pleasure through my cunt. I moaned softly, closing my eyes and enjoying the woman's pussy eating. I was feeling hot, so I started unbuttoning my blouse, spilling out my tits.

"Everyone just go about your banking," Mark was ordering, his arms around another pretty bank teller. Her nametag read Donna. She had deep, blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. She wore a conservative blouse that she was unbuttoning, revealing a nice pair of breasts in a wispy, black bar that Mark unclasped in the front, spilling out her round melons and hard nipples.

Mark bent her over a loan officer's desk. The loan officer was a balding black guy who just kept right on talking on his phone as Mark hiked up the bank teller's skirt and pulled down her brown pantyhose and black panties. Donna's muff was covered in soft, blonde fur and Mark ran his finger through it then pulled out his cock and thrust into the bank teller.

"Oh yes," she moaned as Mark fucked her. "Mmhh, that felt wonderful."

"Yes, sorry, it's a little noisy in the bank," the loan officer said absently into his phone as his eyes were focused on the bank teller getting fucked on his desk. Donna's tits were hanging down and swinging back and forth as Mark pounded her cunt. "I need to call you back," he muttered, hanging up.

A young woman in line kept looking back at me, she seemed oddly familiar. Those green eyes were so familiar. An image floated up of those green eyes looking up at me frorn between my thighs as she licked my cunt. And then I remembered. I fucked her in the changing room at Hot Topic the day I met Mark. Mark had been fucking Lillian in the front of the store while I was shopping for clothes. Her name was...Anne.

"Hey, Anne, come on over," I waved.

Arine walked over, a smile on her pierced lip. She was wearing a short, green and red plaid catholic schoolgirl skirt. A very short skirt, I could practically see her panties as the skirt swayed. Her legs were clad in knee-high socks and heeled shoes. Her blouse was a low cow cut, white frilly thing that cupped her breasts.

She sat next to me and I grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her into a kiss. Her lip piercings rubbed wickedly on my lips as we frenched. Her hands reached out and started playing with my exposed breasts, her fingers gently playing with my achingly hard nipples. Kelli was sliding her tongue through my slit, now, dipping into my wet hole. I wiggled in pleasure as she slid a finger slowly Inside me, as her tongue attacked my clit.

"You're so fucking tight!" Mark was moaning as he pounded the bank teller. "So goddamn fucking tight." I could hear the slut moaning on my fiancee's cock, the desk scratching the floor as it rocked from the force of Mark's thrusts.

I pushed Anne's face down to my tits and gasped as she sucked a nipple into her mouth. I could feel the cold, metallic lip piercing rubbing on my sensitive aerola. Kelli had slipped a second finger up inside me and was sucking my clit, hard, while her tongue played with it between her lips. My hips were starting to twitch as my orgasm built.

"Oh, you fucking sluts are going to make me cum," I moaned. "Yes,

fuck yes! Keep it up! You dirty whores!"