The Devil's Pact - S01 E238

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E238

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 238

I rolled onto my back and she straddled my face, lowering her cunt down to my lips. Her breasts rubbed against my stomach as her hands stroked my cock and then her lips devoured my cock. I moaned into her pussy as her tongue swirled around my sensitive head. Then she started bobbing her head, sucking, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth until was brushing at her throat

And then she was deepthroating me, her lips pressed against my groin as her throat tightened at my cock. I sucked at her clit, playing with the sensitive pearl with my tongue bringing muffled moans from her lips. She sucked back up on my cock, licking the tip and then she was deepthroating me again. My balls were boiling and as she slid back up i exploded into her lips. She swallowed greedily and sat up, spinning around and straddling my waist.

"I love you, Mare," I moaned as she sank down onto my hard cock. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips, her mouth salty with my cum as she started to fuck me. I held her tight, my hands running down her back and plump ass as she slid up and down on my body, her nipples rubbing against my chest.

I hugged her and rolled her onto her back, her auburn hair fanning out on the bed, her lips pursed in joy. I captured those lips, her tongue slid into my mouth as her arms wrapped around my body, pressing me to her chest. I thrust into her, sliding my hand down to cup her plump ass, sliding up her thigh as she entwined her legs about my waist.

"Hmm, my mighty stallion!" Mary moaned beneath, her green eyes staring up into mine. "Oh yes, I love my stallion atop me!"

I smiled. "You enjoying your ride?" panted, reveling in the tight grip of her cunt.

"Yes, yes! Fuck your naughty filly! Ride her hard!" she moaned and then she was kissing me again, her fingernails racking my back as she came beneath me.

Her cunt massaged my cock, drawing me closer and closer to spilling my seed within her. I plunged harder and harder inside her, sucking on her lower lip. I groaned, muffled by her sweet mouth, as my cum spilled into my love. I collapsed atop her, resting in her embrace as she nuzzled at my neck. I rolled onto my back, carrying her so she lay atop me. Her auburn hair fanned across my chest, as soft as silk, as she rested her head on my chest.

"Master, Mistress, we'll be landing in twenty minutes, Lynda announced over the speaker, "so, please, wrap up any fucking going on back there."

I had Lize's mouth glued to cunt, lapping away as Mark fucked her ass. Every thrust of my randy stallion's cock drove Lize's mouth into my cunt. I gripped her blonde curls with one hand, rubbing the sluts face into my cunt, as the other hand wrapped around Monique's ass. The French slut was sitting on my face, my tongue shoving through her tart flavored cunt.

I could hear the slap of Mark's groin on Lize's ass pick up as Mark wanted to cum before we had to stop, driving the slut's face harder into my own cunt. Her nose was bumping into my clit, sending delicious tremors of pleasure throughout my body. I sucked at Monique's clit, flicking my tongue about her little pearl as I strove to bring her delicious clam to orgasm.

"Fuck your ass is tight!" Mark moaned. "I'm going to cream in your slutty fucking ass!

"Ohh yes, ma chérie!" Monique moaned. "Eat my clam! Oh, yes, Jouir de, jouir del

Monique started a chain reaction, as her tart juices flowed into my mouth, I felt my own orgasm exploded in my cunt, writhing throughout my body, my juices flooding into Lize's lips as she nibbled on my labla. Then she was moaning into my cunt, her ass must be clenching on Mark's cock as she came. And then Mark was grunting, slamming one last time into Lize as he spilled his cum into her ass.

Mark pulled out, his cock dirty and we all scrambled to find our seats. The bodyguards were disengaging from each other. No one had their clothes on. Not even the pilots. During the flight they each took turns coming back to get fucked and we could see thern naked through the open door to the cockpit as the plane started to descend into LaGuardia Airport.

After we landed, everyone put on their clothes. The bodyguard's put back on their slutty cop outfits and belted on their gunbelts. We brought Squad B with us: 15, 16, 23, 24, 32, and 34. We left 23 and 24 to watch the plane with the pilots. Mary kissed both our stewardess. "Thank you for making it such a memorable flight," she told them. "We plan on leaving at four, New York time, on Sunday. So have fun until then."

Monique and Lize giggled. They were dressed in their regular clothing. "Shopping on Fifth Avenue," Monique sighed happily.

"Let's spend our husband's money and then find some young studs to fuck us silly!" Lize declared, hooking her arm around Monique and the pair headed off into the airport.

I arrange the transportation. Two NYPD cruisers waited for the bodyguard's to drive and a limousine. "I asked for the hottest driver they had," I told Mark. "So finger's crossed that we get a looker."

Mark grinned as we waked up, his arm resting on my hip. I was wearing a tight, red dress that clung to my body. The skirt was short and if I bent over anyone could see I wasn't wearing underwear. Mark was in his usual jeans, a new pair I bought for him that fit his slimmer body better and made his ass look so scrumptious, along with some band's T-shirt.

"The Glassners?" a woman asked as she got out of the limo. She was a tall woman with an angelic face and beautiful lips. Her hair was bleached blonde and tied up at the nape of her neck. A black, chauffeur's cap rested on her head and she was dressed in a traditional chauffeur's outfit, black slacks, black jacket and white, buttoned-down shirt with a red and orange striped tie.

"Yeah, I'm Mark and this is Mary."

I looked her up and down and smiled. She had a nice pair of breasts that filled out her shirt quite nicely. "What's your name?"

"Leah," she answered with a big smile.

"Well, Leah, you're going to be our slutty chauffeur," I told her. "Where's the nearest sex shop, we need to get you properly dressed."

"You must be Monsieur Fitzsimmons?" a graceful woman with olive skin asked with a thick, French accent. She was dressed in a gray habit, belted about her slim waist, a white veil draped across her head, covering her dark hair, and a white stole that hung about her neck, hanging down the front of her habit almost all the way to the floor. "I am Mother Superior Maryam, please come in." She couldn't be the Mother Superior, she looked like she was eighteen.

I followed her into the stone building, the floors were covered in worn Persian rugs and led me through the tight corridors to a surprisingly modern kitchen and motioned to a wooden chair at a small table. "Tea?"

"Eh, yes," I answered. Tea wasn't my thing, but didn't want to be rude. Not when I was here to ask a favor.