The Devil's Pact - S01 E318

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E318

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 318

"Chastity, I answered without hesitation.

Mary looked at me, a tear welled in the corner of her eye. "That's lovely. She kissed me gently. "And if it's a boy?"

"Hmm, I don't know," I said, frowning. "I've always thought Quatch was a cool name."

Mary smiled and pinched me. "We are not naming our child after that hairy friend of yours!"

"Well, I'm out of ideas, what would you name our son?"

"Albert," Mary answered.

"Really?" I frowned. What a terrible name. "Have you been talking to my mom?"

Mary nodded. "She told me all about her dad, so think we should name him after your grandfather."

"Why not yours?" I asked. I really didn't want to name my son Albert. Grandpa had been a great guy before he passed away from cancer, but Albert was a horrible name.

"Mine are both named Mike. Just like my ex-boyfriend."

"Oh, good point." I kissed her nose, she just looked so cute. "Chastity if it's a girl, and it will be a girl, Mary. Or Albert in the incredibly unlikely event we have a son."

Mary rolled her eyes. "You need to prepare yourself to have a son, Mark," she laughed. "There's a fifty-fifty chance after all."

"Ahh, but the man's sperm chooses the sex," I pointed out. "So I Just concentrated on having a girl, so my sperm knew which ones should be making the attempt."

"I don't think that's how it works, Mark," Mary sighed with exasperation.

"Sure it does," I boasted. "I asked Willow. She's an Obstetrician, so she'd know."

"Liar," Mary smiled. Then her smile faded as her face paled and she bolted for the bathroom, again.

I followed, holding her auburn hair up to keep the vomit out. "You know, I really love you," I told her between heaves. "Otherwise, I wouldn't put up with something this disgusting."

"It's your fault I'm vomiting, Mark Glassner Mary snapped back. "So just suck it up, be a man, and hold my hair."

"Yes, dear," I grinned at her.

Afterward, Mary laid back down to take a nap, and I went to get some breakfast. I passed Violet stumbling out of the bathroom, looking just as green-faced as Mary. April was with her, a teasing smile on her lips. "Oh, it's not fair," Violet complained. "Why don't you suffer morning sickness, April?"

"Luck?" she shrugged. "Oh, good morning, Master."

"Keep it down," I admonished the pregnant sluts. "Mary's had a rough morning.

Alice looked sheepish and nodded, and I kissed her on the lips, then Violet on the forehead, then headed downstairs. Alison gave me my morning blowjob as sipped at my coffee and watched Desiree's naked ass as she cooked breakfast. I loved getting a blowjob from Alison, her tongue-piercing added a little something extra that made me cum just a little faster.

"Thank you, Master," Alison smiled, her mouth full of cum. She walked over to her wife and kissed her on the lips, swapping my curn between each other.

"Umm, that was delicious, mi Sirenita," Desiree purred, smacking her lips. "And thank you, mi Rey, for cumming in my wife's mouth."

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine," I grinned, and Lillian richly laughed as she sipped at her coffee next to me.

After breakfast, I went upstairs to get ready for the gun-buyback. I brought Mary up a tray that held a light breakfast of fruit. She was still napping. So I left the tray, covered with a cloth, on the bedside table. I quietly showered and got dressed in a tailored, blue suit with a red tie, and my uncomfortable dress shoes. I slipped out of the room, quietly, and walked downstairs.

Desiree and Violet were waiting for me, dressed in their office slut attires. Desiree wore a tight, red mini-skirt that clung to her full, Latin ass, a sheer, white blouse that her hard nipples were clearly visible through; and a red blazer. Violet wore a pleated, gray skirt that barely covered her slim ass, and a red tube-top that clung to her apple-sized breasts like a second skin, her nipples clearly hard as they dimpled the fabric. She wore a gray jacket and her brown hair fell loose about her shoulders, instead of her usual pigtails. Both wore their gold chokers proclaiming to whom they belonged.

Desiree was my campaign manager and Violet was my secretary. We were putting all the sluts to work. Jessica was my press secretary, Lillian was my webmaster, and April was Mary's secretary. Xiu was in charge of the household: she assigned cleaning jobs, sent sluts on errands to the stores, made sure we had food, etc. Alison was our liaison to the Church of the Living Gods, the group that worshiped Mary and me. Korina was coordinating the construction of the mansion, the foundations of which had already been laid out, and the workmen and women were starting to raise the exterior walls. It just might be ready by the time our child is born in seven months.

"Are we all set?" asked Desiree and Violet.

"Yes, Master" Violet nodded. "Leah has the limo gassed up and ready to go."

Our limo was a specially ordered, armored beast. We bought it from this company down south that specialized in armored vehicles. The armor on the limo could take all but the heaviest fire. Short of a tank, the limo was indestructible. Leah waited next to the limo, smiling and wearing her chauffeur's outfit. A short, black skirt covered her ass and fishnet-stockings clad her beautiful legs; a white corset pushed up breasts and a red-and-orange tie dangled down into her spectacular cleavage. A small, black jacket and a chauffeur's cap, perched on the curly mass of her brunette hair, completed the outfit. Both Leah and Rachel had let their dyed- blonde hair fade back to their original brown in the last few months. It had something to do with their three-way marriage to Jacob; Mary understood it and would get all misty-eyed as she explained, "It's so beautiful how they express their love for Jacob." I didn't get it.

"Sir," Leah purred as I walked up; I bent down and kissed her on the lips. Leah's husband and wife were hovering nearby and after we all climbed into the limo, I saw Jacob and Rachel hug and kiss their wife goodbye. Jacob and Rachel worked for us as accountants; between our charity, the Church, and my campaign, money was coming in and going out in all directions and we needed someone to manage the books.

51 climbed into the limo, the Black woman who headed up our bodyguard. She showed initiative the day of the attack and we promoted her to take Chastity's place. Her partner, 47, was second-in-command, and would be staying at home. Squad A was guarding me today. Right now we had a total of six squads of eight bodyguards each. Squad B and C were staying behind to watch Mary and the neighborhood, Squad D was in Chicago guarding Shannon and George on his business trip. Squads E and F were guarding our planes.