The Devil's Pact - S01 E248

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E248

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 248

"Thank you, Master," Alison sighed happily and stood up and pressed her body up against Desiree's and gave her fiancee a taste of my cum.

Alison bent down to pull on her shirt, but I stopped her. "Your tits are too beautiful to be covered up, Alison."

She flushed. "Thank you, Master."

Desiree walked up to the podium and Alison and I followed, my hand on the little slut's waist, her naked breast brushing against my side. "I'm Desiree, Your Honor."

"And who are those with you?"

"I'm Mark Glassner," I interjected. "Just do whatever Desiree wants."

"And I'm Alison Hertz, Desiree's girlfriend."

The judge frowned. "And where is your top, young lady." "My tits are too amazing to be covered up!" Alison declared, cupping one of breasts.

"People wear clothes in my courtroom," the judge snarled, grabbing her gavel. "I find you in contempt of..."

"Your Honor," I interrupted. "No woman should have to cover her tits up if they look as amazing as Alison's. Don't you agree, Your Honor?"

The judge nodded in agreement, her fleshy chins wobbling. "You're right, Mr. Glassner. A woman should be free to expose her breasts." The judge paused. "And those are a beautiful pair of breasts, young lady."

"Thanks, Your Honor," Alison said, posing like a pin-up model

The judge flushed and cleared her throat, looking down at her documents. "Mrs. Fitzsimmons, you are seeking to annul your marriage of four months to Brandon Fitzsimmons."

"Yes, Your Honor, I would be really happy if you would grant the annulment," Desiree answered. "Brandon...he is not a good man. And he is never around. And, well, I just married him for his money." I blinked at that. Desiree never told us she was just a gold digger. Well, it did explain how she ended up with that fat, little man.

"Granted," the Judge answered. Her law clerk glanced in shock at the judge when she took the docket and handed the Judge the next one. "Next on the docket is..."

Alison happily hugged Desiree and we walked out of the courthouse and drove over to the County Auditor's office on 35th Street, to get the marriage licenses. I needed to get one for Mary and myself, and Alison and Desiree were eager to get theirs as well. We each paid our $64 dollar fee and were told our license would be mailed to the house in a few days. On the drive home, Desiree got to sit in the front seat and suck my cock while Alison cheered her on.

Jessica was waiting for me when we got home in her slutty, office- lady outfit. Very short miniskirt, sheer, white blouse that you could see her breasts and nipples through. About her neck was a gold choker set with sapphires. "Master, there are several interview requests. The Today Show would like you to fly out to New York next week as well as several other interviews that can be done by satellite."

sighed. "Okay, set them up."

"And then there's this news report," Jessica said. "The Altgrave August Alfred Bernard was found murdered last night in his home in Cologne, Germany. They say he had been dead almost a day before he was found."

"Suspects?" I asked.

"None," Jessica answered.

I sighed. Fucking Brandon Fitzsimmons. "Tip the authorities in Germany about Brandon Fitzsimmons," I ordered. "The bastard most have the book, now."

Who would have thought that Desiree's husband would be capable of murder. A chill went through my body. That book told a person how to summon the Devil. What if Brandon made his own Pact. That would not be good. Fuck, that's another problem we would have to deal with.

"Anything going on tomorrow?" I asked Jessica.

"Um, no sir," Jessica answered. "Would you like to me to set up some interviews tomorrow morning, after you get back from jogging?"

"Yeah, sure," I sighed and waved her away. "But nothing after that. A nice, peaceful day would be swell." I could spend some time with Mary. She wanted to watch some TV show called Once Upon a Time. Some Fairy Tail bullshit she just got into. But, the company would be pleasant, at least.

Chasity walked into the living room and stood before me. "Master, I have an update on Lana and Chantelle."

"What?" I asked eagerly. Lana and Charitelle were a pair of fun girls. They had just gotten married when Mary and I met them on their honeymoon and we just had to have them.

"They were staying at a cheap motel in Seattle for a week," Chasity answered, consulting her notes. "The, uh, Rain City Motel, until Friday morning. There has been no activity on their credit card since then. They have not back to their house in DuPont and none of their friends or family have heard from them since they left on their honeymoon." Chasity glanced at her notes. "Lana's mom told me they were expected home over a week ago. The, um, fourteenth of June."

I frowned. "Chantelle texted Mary and said they were on their honeymoon until last Friday." Frowned, thinking. "That would be, what, the twenty-first?" Chasity nodded. "So, Chantelle lied to us?"

"I don't know, Master, Chasity apologized. "That's just what Lana's mom sald. She hasn't heard from Lana or Chantelle and filled a missing person report on her daughter and Chantelle with the DuPont police department. I'm sorry I don't have better news, I'll keep searching for them."

Chasity was looking quite lovely in her outfit and Jessica perched on the chair, talking quietly on the phone looked just gorgeous. My cock was stirring. "Jessica, hang up. Master needs to fuck you two naughty sluts."

Jessica beamed at me, hanging up and stood up, stretching her caramel-skinned body, running a hand through her honey-brown hair as she walked over to me, standing next to Chasity, who was shaking her long, blonde hair out of her bun, falling about her shoulders. Chasity smiled and grabbed Jessica and kissed her fellow slut on the lips with gusto.

I stood up and pulled of my shirt. "Hmm," Jessica murmured, eying my chest. "Master, you are looking better and better."

"I know," Chasity purred, reaching her hand out to run it across my chest. "Your jogging has really paid off, Master."

I pulled both women to me, feeling their bodies soft bodies pressing against me and kissed them each on the lips. I slid my hand down and squeezed both their asses. "Tops off ladies, but leave the skirts."

Chasity laughed, unbuttoning her slutty cops blouse, her lovely breasts spilled out. Jessica's blouse was hanging open, her perky tits topped with those dark nipples came into view. I bent down and sucked on her nipple. Chasity, not to be left out, rubbed her breasts on the other side of me and I sucked one of her pink nipples in.

"Ooh, Master," moaned Chasity.

Jessica slipped down and I felt her fish my cock out of my pants and I moaned about Chasity's nipple as Jessica sucked my cock into her delightful mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, and ran my fingers through her silky hair. I found Chasity's waxed cunt with my fingers and slipped them up inside her wet hole while my thumb rubbed her clit.

"On your back, slut," barked at Chasity.

"Yes sir," Chasity moaned and lay back on the floor, stretching her legs out. She looked so sexy in her thigh-high black boots and short, blue skirt. I could see her cunt peaking out between her sleek thighs.

I pulled my cock out of Jessica's mouth. "Sit on her face."

"Oh yes, Jessica," Chasity moaned. "Let me eat that sweet pussy."

Jessica straddled Chasity, lowering her cunt down and moaning as Chasity's tongue licked up into her twat. I knelt before Chasity, grabbed her legs, lifting her ass up. I lined my cock at her wet, pink hole and thrust my cock into her wet depths. She was tight and felt velvety smooth on my cock. I stared into Jessica's brown eyes as she rubbed her pussy on Chasity's eager mouth, her caramel breasts heaving in pleasure. I bent over and captured one of Jessica's dark nipples as I thrust into Chasity's tight cunt.

"Umm, that feels so nice, Master," Jessica moaned as I nibbled on her hard nipple.