The Devil's Pact - S01 E279

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E279

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 279

I looked up at her, my face sticky with her juices as she smiled happily back down at me. I stood up and she kissed me, her tongue lapping up her juices. Her fingers were behind me, finding the outfit's zipper and suddenly the disgusting maid outfit was falling off my lush curves. Alison smiled, staring lustily at my large, nut-brown breasts. She reached out, hefting one of my melons, squeezing it with her hand, then bent down and swirled her pierced tongue about my hard nipple. I moaned in delight, enjoying the feel of her metal stud against my nub.

"Let me get the strap-on," Alison happily told me.

I stretched out on our bed and watched Alison's ass as she bent down to root in our dresser. Her tight, wet slit was on display between her slim thighs, swollen and flushed from her orgasms. She found the strap-on, pulling the clear, plastic harness up her legs. A hot-pink dildo was attached to the front, and Alison expertly tightened the straps. We had a lot of experience using it on each other. Alison posed, stroking her fake cock. The only other thing she wore was a gold choker, her name written in diamonds.

A similar choker was about my neck, my name written in onyxes. It proclaimed me the slut of Mark and Mary. Sudden anger blossomed inside me and I reached behind my neck to take the vile slave collar off.

"What are you doing?" Alison gasped.

I frowned at her. "I'm taking this damned thing off."

"You don't want to be their slut anymore?" Alison asked. There were tears brimming in her eyes.

"You do?" I asked, stunned. Why would Alison want to stay with them?

Alison sat on the bed next to me, taking my dark hands in her pale grip, kissing my knuckles. "I wanted to be Mark's slave," she confessed. "I've always fantasized about being submissive to a powerful man. When I discovered Mark was fucking Lillian while she was cashiering at Hot Topic, I got so wet." A smile appeared on her lips and her eyes became distant. "When Mark fucked me in the store, I came so hard. I was so happy when he asked me to be his sex slave, Desiree. Almost as happy as when you proposed to me

"What about us?" asked her. "I thought you loved me?"

"I do," she protested. "We can both be theirs, Desiree. Together."

I was horrified. "I can't, Alison. Please don't ask me to do this!"

"How is this any different than Brandon?" Alison asked me. "You married him for his money, submitted to his lusts for a comfortable life. Master and Mistress will give us all we desire. All we have to do is satisfy their lusts." A naughty smile appeared on her lips. "And don't tell me you hated the sex."

I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out. She was right. I had enjoyed it. The best sex I ever had. She sensed my hesitation and pounced on me, kissing me with her hungry lips. Could I submit to them, be their slave? I married Brandon for his money, for the comforts he could give me. I let the disgusting man paw at my body. At least I enjoyed the sex with Mark and Mary.

My legs parted for Alison, I moaned into her sweet lips as the dildo prodded my clam. I reached down, grabbing the plastic cock and guided it inside me. Alison eagerly slammed it home inside me, pumping her ass vigorously. My hands reached out, grabbing her tight, teenage ass and pulling her into me, I could feel her hard nipples, and the harder nipple piercings, rubbing against my pillowy chest. Every time Alison buried the dildo in my cunt, the harness ground against my clit, building my pleasure.

"Let's be slaves together," Alison panted, her breath hot on my ear. I shivered as her tongue traced my earlobe. "We'll be slut-wives! Pleasing each other when Master and Mistress do not need us. Oh, please be my slut-wife, Desireel Please, please, please!"

My fingernails bit into Alisorn's ass as my orgasm crashed through me. "Yes!" I howled. "Oh, yes! I'll be your slut-wife!"

Alison's happy smile was worth it. She had the same happy smile when I proposed to her, It took me a moment to realize the same smile was gracing my lips. I grabbed her pink tresses and pulled her lips down to mine and kissed my fiancee, my future slut-wife, as tears of happiness rolled down my cheeks.

April Lovel

I stayed quiet as the argument raged, sitting quietly at the table. Across from me, Violet sat just as quietly. Everyone was slipping away. Fiona in an angry huff, Lillian and Noel arguing, Thamina in a daze. I didn't even notice when Alison and Desiree slipped out.

Sam gathered up her translations and walked into Mary's studio. Jessica calmly walked out, followed by a puzzled Willow.

I was just confused.

I vividly remember Mark bringing Felicity and I to his house. We were both virgins and it was such an exciting day. Mark taught me to suck his cock, then I was lying on the bed, next to Felicity, as Mark ate out my pussy, and Mary ate out Felicity's pussy. I had such an amazing orgasm. And then Mark mounted me and took my virginity and I found myself falling in love with him. And I remembered how hurt I had been when they kicked me out of the bedroom. I gave Mark my virginity, my innocent heart, and he tossed me aside.

And I pined after him over the weekend.

And them Mary appeared at my school. And I became her slave. And then I got to be Mark's slave and I was so happy. I got to be with the man whom I'd given my heart to, my innocence to. The last week had been so amazing. Even freed of his...what? Spell? I still didn't regret Mark taking my virginity. But did I want to continue being his...slut?

I'd be giving up my dreams of going to Digipan and learning to program video games. Was Mark worth it? I would be happy. And Mark must love me if he gave me this freedom. Mary liked to talk about how much Mark loved her and that's why he freed her. Well, Mark must love me too. I smiled, Mark loved me, and that thought sent happy butterflies flapping through my stomach.

I glanced up at Violet and saw tears running down her face

I moved around the table, sat next to her and hugged the pretty, innocent teen. "It'll be alright, Violet," I told her.

"I...don't...want..." she sobbed, "to...go...back...home..."

"Shh, you don't have to go home," told her.

"But...but Master and Mistress...they don't....want me...anymore."

I hugged her. "Of course they do," I told her, kissing her salty cheek. "They just love us so much, they are giving us the choice to stay with them."

"Really?" Violet asked, rubbing her face. Her eyes were red and puffy from her crying, and it just made her look even cuter.