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The devil's Pact - S01 E408

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The devil's Pact - S01 E408

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 408

"Good evening, Holy Slut," Yvonne, the night concierge, greeted as I walked in. She was a fiercely beautiful Black woman; a leather choker tight about her neck proclaimed her devotion to Mark and Mary. I couldn't help touching my own, gold choker.

"Yvonne," I smiled back, remembering my first night in the hotel and the very warm welcome she gave me. She was as fierce in bed as she looked, and left me gasping in pleasure. Afterward, she had told me about the time Master fucked her in the elevator last June. Fiona had been with him that night, and I suppressed a surge of anger. Both Fiona and Thamina had sided with Lilith. Ungrateful bitches!

The elevator dinged; I was pressed into the rear of the elevator as my protectors piled in around me, sandwiching me between two handsome, young privates-Brasher and Santillian.

I smiled winsomely at Private Brasher, a flush spreading across his young, handsome face. He was a few inches shorter than me, but I could feel just how solidly built he was as I pressed my body against him. Private Santillian was tall and whip thin, a charming, confident smile on his Latino face.

"Hmm, you boys are strong," I purred on the ride up.

Private Brasher flush deepened, and Private Santillian's leer grew. "I could show you just how strong I am, chica."

I boldly glanced at Santillian. "Oh, do you think you're man enough to handle me?"

"Chica, I have the biggest cock in the company! A foot-and-a-half just for you!"

"More like an inch-and-a-half," another soldier laughed.

"Hey, you been lookin at me in the shower again, Pearson?"

"Oh, yeah," Pearson replied sarcastically, "I'm unable to resist your Latin magnetism."

"Damn straight! No-one can resist my manliness!" He turned to me, grabbing my hand and shoving it on his crotch. That's no inch-and-a-half, eh, chica?"

I gave his hard cock a squeeze as the elevator dinged. "Hmm, that may get the job done." I reached out and grabbed Brasher's crotch and felt how hard he was. The other soldiers piled out of the elevator, scanning the hallway for threats briefly. "I think I need two strong men to keep me safe and sound all night long."

"Eres una perra caliente, Santillian breathed as I sauntered out of the elevator.

Pearson opened the suite room with a keycard, the lock whirring. As I walked across the suite to my bedroom, I unbuttoned my blouse and dropped it on the floor. I wanted all the soldiers to see my perky, caramel breasts topped with dark-chocolate nipples.

"Holy shit," Private Brasher muttered as a soldier patted him on the shoulder.

"Fuck that slut," another soldier called out. I smiled, glad they knew what I was, then dropped my skirt and disappeared into my room.

"You are smokin' hot, chica!"

I turned to find Private Santillian pushing into the room. I pressed against his bulky body armor, kissing his handsome face with passion. His hands wasted no time in squeezing my ass hard. The other soldiers whistled and jeered. I pushed away and found the nervous Brasher. I pulled him to me, bent down and kissed him on the lips. He was stiff, awkward, but he got into it after a moment.

"Why am I the only one naked?" I pouted, moving to the bed and stretching out so they could feast on my body.

"Madre de dios!" Santillian breathed as he began ripping off his gear, dumping it messily to the floor. Next to him, Brasher just stared dumbfounded at me as I played with my hard nipple. 1 smiled invitingly at him; he began fumbling with his body armor.

"Fuck," he muttered, struggling with a stuck strap.

Santillian peeled off his shirt, reveling a slim, yet toned body, like a swimmer, the muscles rippling beneath the nut-brown skin as he moved. He bent down to unlace his boots, muttering curses as his haste made the knots worse. Brasher finally took his body armor off and dropped his thick, webbed belt and tore off his shirt. He had a few tattoos on his thickly muscled body: a screaming skull on one upper arm, and the words 'Indianhead' and 'We Serve' on the other.

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