“Well, if you don’t want to,” Mary said with a wicked smile and she grabbed Dawn and boldly went inside the house, “then you can watch me. I love spanking naughty little sluts asses. And I remember how mean you were to my little sis.”
I followed my fiancee in the house, leading April. Mary was pulling off her halter-top, exposing a nice pair of teenage melons. Mary squeezed a tit. “No, bra, slut?”
“No, I like boys to see my nips,” Dawn admitted with a flush.
“Did you know how much of a whore your daughter is?” I asked, sitting down on the couch. April knew what to do, and fished out my cock and started sucking.
Mary was tugging down Dawn’s daisy dukes, exposing a tight ass, a pair of cute dimples dotted her cheeks. Mary stroked her ass and then pulled Dawn down across her lap. Dawn squirmed, her firm, teenage ass shaking in fear.
Mary smacked her ass, a loud, stinging sound, that brought a cry of pain from Dawn. I could see a red handprint on her ass. April was bobbing her head on my cock and I leaned back into the couch and enjoyed the show. Mary did love spanking naughty sluts and I loved to watch her do it.
“Oh, that hurt,” Dawn objected. “Daddy, help.”
“I’m sorry, Dawn,” her dad said evenly, “but you have been a bad girl, and I don’t know how to control you anymore.”
Mary reached under her chest, to her hanging tits, and pinched a nipple, hard, bringing a yelp from Dawn’s lips. “A good slut counts the spanking and says, ‘Thank you, Mistress.’ Understand, slut?”
“Y-yes,” Dawn stammered. “One, thank you, Mistress.”
Mary released her nipple. “Good.”
Smack! Dawn’s ass jiggled from the force of Mary’s spank. “Two, thank you, Mistress.”
I stroked April’s bushy, brown hair, as she gobbled my dick, my cock brushing the back of her throat. I grabbed April’s hair as Mary spanked Dawn again. “Three, thank you, Mistress.” I forced April’s head down and she didn’t fight me as I pushed my cock all the way into her mouth, down her tight throat. Smack! “Four, thank you, Mistress!”
The room was filled with stinging spanks, April’s sloppy blowjob, and Dawn’s count. Her father was staring at his daughter’s ass, at her shaved cunt peaking wetly between her thighs, a bulge growing in his pants. Mary saw it too, smiling naughtily.
Smack! “Eleven, thank you, Mistress.”
“You sure you don’t want to spank your daughter’s pert ass?” Mary asked, caressing Dawn’s red cheeks, her fingers dipping down to run through her shaved cunt. “God, she’s soaking wet. What a slut. She’s been practicing to be a sex slave all her life, hasn’t she. Dressing slutty, cock-teasing any poor man who saw her, dropping her panties to any half-way handsome guy that looked at her. Don’t you want to punish such a wanton daughter?”
“I…” her dad started to say and then he moved forward and grabbed his daughter’s arm and pulled her to her feet and dragged her over to the couch and bent her across the chair arm. He drew back his hand and smacked her hard on the ass.
“One,” she squeaked. “Thank you…daddy!”
Mary got up, walked over to me and pulled April’s mouth off my cock. “Thanks for getting him ready, slut,” Mary told the nerdy girl.
“You’re welcome, Mistress,” April smiled as Mary sank her wet cunt down on my hard dick.
As Mary rode my cock, we watched the father spank his daughter’s ass over and over. “Fucking whore!” he suddenly shouted. “You’re just like your cunt of a mother! She was a whore, too! And you grew up to be just like her!”
Spank. “Nine, thank you daddy!”
Mary’s cunt felt amazing on my dick as she rode me. I slipped a hand up her blouse and found her perky breast and played with her hard nipple. Mary squeezed her cunt appreciatively on my dick as I fondled her. I pulled up her blouse and found her dusky nipple, and sucked it into my mouth, playing with the hard nub.
Spank! “Thirteen, thank you daddy!”
“Fucking whore,” her dad moaned. “You were always dressing like a fucking slut!” Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. “Not caring how your slutty clothes were affecting your poor father! Well, you’re a sex slave, now,” he muttered. “And sex slaves get fucked.”
Dawn gasped as her dad thrust his cock into her cunt, fucking her frantically fast. He pumped in her maybe ten times and then spewed his cum into his daughter’s teenage cunt. He pulled out, stumbling back, breathing hard. Mary was fucking me faster as we watched, her breath quickening as her orgasm approached.
Dawn walked over to her dad, who sank down into the chair, and sat on his lap. “I’m sorry, daddy, for being such a bad girl. I promise I’ll be the best sex slave, ever. I’ll make you proud, daddy.”
I spilled my seed into Mary as her cunt clenched on my cock, her body bucking atop me as her orgasm rolled through her. I let go of her hard nipple, and captured her lips in a kiss. Mary felt nice as she rested atop me, her lips soft and gentle as we kissed, before she rolled off me.
Father and daughter cuddled on the chair as Mary had April clean up her cunt. I pulled out my phone, searching for Damien’s teacher on whitepages.com. His teacher was the third P. Corra I called and she was more than happy to be Damien’s sex slave. I asked her to send me a photo of herself, curious to see what Damien found so hot about his teacher.
A minute later she sent me a photo of her taken using her closet door mirror. She was in her early thirties, brown hair, dressed in a tight, black pencil skirt that showed off her curvy hips and ass, a low-cut blouse that her rather large tits almost seemed to be about ready to spill out of. Her face was beautiful, horn-rimmed glassed were perched on her cute nose, and beneath those frames were these big, pouty lips just made for cock sucking. She had a Mrs. Robinson vibe that must have every boy she taught jerking off into socks and Kleenexes thinking about her.
I called Mary’s older sister, Samantha, next. She lived in Milton with her boyfriend, George. Farther than I wanted to drive today. She answered the phone and I spoke to the two of them on speaker phone and gave them the same orders I gave Missy.
“If you guys want, I can get you a girl, like the ones at my house,” I told them.
“Really,” George eagerly asked. “One of your bang-maids.”
“Oh you horny devil,” Samantha giggled.
“What, you said we could have another threesome,” George pointed out.
“All right, George,” Samantha fondly said. “Mark’s…bang maids seemed quite happy.”
“Any requests?” i asked.
“Hot,” George said, then he laughed. “Stop tickling me Samantha.”
“Ooh, that’s all you want is hot,” Samantha chortled. “Nothing else? No blonde with giant tits? No petite, Asian schoolgirl that’s eighteen but looks ten?”
“Smoking hot, I guess. I don’t know,” George laughed. “I give up, you can pick sweetypie.”
“Your secretary,” Samantha answered.
“Starla?”
“I’ve seen you panting after her,” Samantha answered. “I’ve seen how she bends over, showing off her ass to you. She’s been trying to seduce you for weeks. The little tramp.”
“I’d never cheat on you,” George promised.
“And you won’t, not if she’s our bang-maid,” Samantha declared. “And she can be your bang-secretary at work. Keep you from straying when I’m not around.”
George laughed. “How could I cheat on the best girlfriend in the world?”
George gave me Starla’s number and Starla was so happy to be their bang-maid. “I’ve had a crush on him for so long,” Starla confessed. “I’ll be the best sex-slave for them.”
When I hung up, I looked over at Dawn, who was still cuddling with her dad. “Dawn, go to Missy Sullivan’s house,” I ordered. “She’s you new, primary Mistress.”
“Okay,” Dawn said, getting off her father’s lap and bent down to grab her daisy dukes.
Mary slapped her ass. “Did Mark tell you to get dress, slut?”
“No, Mistress,” Dawn gasped and disappeared naked out the door, she didn’t even put shoes on.
We got in my Mustang, April in the back seat, and I drove us towards 512, our bodyguards following. We passed the naked Dawn, walking as quickly as she could on her bare feet towards Missy’s house, her red ass swaying a she walked.
I reached over and placed my hand on Mary’s thigh, stroking her silky skin. “You’re so beautiful, Mare,” I told her.
She gave me a sultry smile. “Do you want me to suck your cock, Mark?” I smiled and nodded. “It’s just too dangerous while you’re driving, Mark.”
“You’re so amazing, so perfect,” I told her, sliding my hand higher on her thigh. “I’m just so horny for you.” I stopped at a light, and bent over and nuzzled at her beautiful neck. “I just love you so much, Mare.”
“Fine,” she said. “But this is the last time.” She always said that it was the last time, but I always managed to convince her to do it again.
Mary bent over, unzipping my pants, fishing my hard cock out of my pants. Her mouth was wet as she sucked my cock. I turned onto 512, accelerating quickly as my fiancee swirled her tongue about my cock’s head.
“Damn, your mouth feels great, Mare!”I moaned.
Mary was cupping my balls, now, her deft fingers playing with my nuts. She started bobbing her head, sliding down my cock and then sucking as she slid up. I groaned, enjoying the suction on my cock’s head. Every time she went down, more and more of cock disappeared into her mouth. I was brushing her throat, and then I was sliding down her throat. Mary worked my entire cock into her mouth. Her throat was tight, and rubbed deliciously on my cock head.
When Mary got all my cock down her throat, she would slid up my shaft, flick at the head of my cock with her tongue, and then deepthroat me all over again. Over and over, bringing me close and close to flooding her sweet mouth with my cum.
“God, you’re the best, Mare!” I moaned, my balls tightening. “About to cum, Mare.”
She pulled up my cock until only me sensitive head was in her lips, swirling her tongue about it while she fisted my shaft. My balls tightened and then I was spewing into her mouth. She swallowed my entire load, squeezing my cock as she slowly stroked it to draw out the last of my cum.
Mary sat up, smiling, licking the little bit of cum that stained her lips. “Thanks, Mark. I missed that.”
Parent Post: The Devil’s Pact – by mypenname3000
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 2: The Salon
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 3: Customer Service
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 4: Salesgirls
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 5: The Talk
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 6: Mary's Decision
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 7: The Date
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 8: Dinner and an Orgy
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 9: The Reconnaissance
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 10: The Trap is Set
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 11: Confrontation
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 12: Aftermath
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 13: The Pleasure and Pain of the Nuns
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 14: Karen's Decision
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 15: Practice
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 16: The Raid
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 17: Doctors and Realtors
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 18: Virgins
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 19: The Sullivans
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 20: Tryouts
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 21: The Glassners
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 22: The Bond of Avvah
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 23: The Last Boon
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 24: Homecoming
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 25: Eight-and-a-Half Weeks
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 26: The Order of Mary Magdalene
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 27: The Book
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 28: Alice
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 29: The Greater Good
- The Devil's Pact - Chapter 30: Tiffany's Tale
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