The Devil's Pact Pt. 03

"How?" I asked, curious.

There was a naughty twinkle in her eye. She pointed to the two salesgirls lounging at the register. One was a blonde with short hair, wearing a pink-plaid, very short, Catholic schoolgirl skirt; a white corset with black lacings; and knee high, white socks. The other girl was behind the counter and wore a red corset, laced up the front, the bodice pushing up her tits. Her hair was black, with blue and purple streaks, gathered in twin pigtails. Both girls had black lipstick and multiple piercings dotting their lips, noses, and eyebrows.

"If you stood behind the girl at the cash register, I bet you could be fucking her and no one could tell. Just lift up her skirt and bury your cock inside," Mary whispered. "That should keep you busy while the blonde helps me find some outfits."

"What if she doesn't have a skirt?" I asked, straining to look.

"Then fuck the blonde," Mary answered, shaking her head at me, amazed I could be so stupid. "But I bet you she's wearing a skirt, and she's tall enough for this to work."

"I love your idea."

"Of course you do," Mary answered. "What guy wouldn't?"

"Gabe," I quipped, remembering the gay clerk from Navy Republic.

Mary giggled. "Fine, what straight guy wouldn't like my idea?"

* * *

Lillian Franks

"Ugg, I can't wait to get off," I moaned to Anne.

"Do you have plans, Lillian?" my blonde coworker asked, pretending to straighten the little display of cute, gothy keychains before the cash register in the off chance our boss showed up.

"I do," I grinned. "There's this club down in Tacoma me and a girlfriend are going to."

"What's it called?" Anne asked. "Is it hot?"

"The hottest lesbian club in town," I nodded. "The Clam Diver."

"Oh, a lezzie club," Anne sighed. "You know I go for guys."

"But girls are fun, too," I pointed out. "I seem to recall quite a fun time on your couch before your roommate walked in and yelled at us."

"Yeah, Jessie can be a bit of a prude," Anne shrugged. "But she pays her rent and cleans the apartment."

A couple walked in, a tall guy with dark hair, a little heavy set, and a cute redhead clinging to him. I straightened up as Anne greeted in her smoky voice, "Welcome to Goth Topic."

The man looked behind the counter, his blue eyes lighting up with interest as he saw the short, black skirt I wore with a lacy hem and the black, thigh-high fishnets that covered my pale legs. His eyes told me everything; he thought I was dressed like a slut. It wasn't far from the truth, and I put on a big smile. He was a little handsome, and those eyes...I could gaze into them all day.

"Hi, I'm Mark and this is Mary," he said in a friendly manner, his words seemed to stir something in my soul. "What are you two beautiful ladies names?"

"I'm Lillian," I answered immediately, wanting to obey this guy, "and this is Anne."

"Anne, I want you to help Mary with her shopping," he ordered my coworker. "Do whatever she wants, no matter how strange."

"Of course," Anne answered, smiling with her pierced lips. She took Mary's hand and led her deeper into the store. A naughty image of Anne on her knees, her faced buried between the redhead's thighs, flashed through my head. I needed to stop watching so much porn.

Mark turned to me, and I licked my black lips. "You are going to let me fuck you."

"Absolutely," I purred, my pussy instantly becoming wet. That voice was so commanding; I would do anything for this guy. Anything.

"We're going to fuck right here," he told me. "I'll be behind you and if anyone asks, I'm training you." I licked my lips excitedly as he walked behind the counter. "Take off your panties."

"Yes, sir," I cooed, reaching under my skirt and pulled down a pair of black, ruffled panties. I stepped out of them and he snatched them out of my hand and held them to his face, taking a deep sniff, then he stuffed them into his pants pocket.

This guy was something else. I had never met someone so confident; pussy juices leaked down my thighs.

He unzipped his fly and whipped out his hard cock, moving behind me. I couldn't wait to feel that plunging in and out of my naughty snatch. I shivered when he lifted my skirt up, his cock nudging my ass cheeks as he pressed between my legs, then slid against my thighs.

"Fuck me," I hissed. "I need it so bad!"

He found my hot, wet hole.

We both groaned as he slowly slid into my warm depths, and I squeezed my cunt about his cock. He bottomed out inside, pressing against my womb. I breathed in deeply, wiggling my hips as pleasure burst through me. Then he fucked me. He only used short, slow strokes, barely pulling any of his cock out before sliding back in.

This was so hot. Outside the store, dozens of people streamed past the entrance, unaware that we were fucking just fifteen feet away. This was the greatest day of my life! I loved exhibitionism, but never had I dared it in such a public place. Sure I had let a gal finger me on the dance floor, or a guy work his cock inside me in a bathroom, but this...

This was heaven!

I savored Mark's cock buried in my juicy cunt as he slowly fucked me, and a tiny orgasm trembled through me as I watched all the people stream by. I was so naughty. I couldn't believe I was this slutty, but I loved it. Mark kept fucking me, and another little cum surged through me.

A pair of giggling, young women, maybe eighteen or nineteen, stumbled into the store. He stopped fucking me, resting hilt deep inside my cunt. I was breathing heavily and, feeling naughty, I squeezed and relaxed my cunt on his cock.

"This is so cute," one of the young women exclaimed, holding up a necklace. Then she immediately walked up to the counter. "I have to get this, like now! OMG, it's so cute!"

I didn't know if the necklace was cute, but she definitely was in that low-cut blouse showing off a pair of small tits. She rested her arms on the counter and I could see straight down her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and I caught a flash of pink nipple as she shifted.

Mark gave a soft grunt; and then he flooded my pussy with his cum. I gasped, another orgasm trembling through me as the young woman babbled on about the necklace. I struggled to keep my pleasure hidden, fighting to moan as loud as possible and throw back my head and just let the pleasure take me away.

"Are you all right?" the customer asked, giving me a quizzical look. Does she know? I hope so. Another wonderful surge of pleasure rippled through me.

"Just fine," I answered as another jet of semen flooded my cunt. Then I grinned, "I ate a really big sausage and it just filled me up." I clenched my cunt hard on his dick, wiggling my hips.

"Okay," the woman muttered, handing me a twenty. I fumbled with the register, trying to not let out the explosive moan as another delightful cum filled me up, pleasure trembling through my body. I had never orgasmed so much in such a short time. This was the hottest sex I had ever had.

The woman and her friend left; Mark started fucking me again. His cock never softened. What an amazing man.

"Fuck, that was hot!" he grunted.

"Uh-huh," I gasped.

* * *

Alison Hertz

I stepped off the bus dressed in my favorite t-shirt. The bus driver sure appreciated it, staring at me in his passenger mirror at every chance he could. I preened for him, thrusting my tits out. The shirt was pink, and far too small for me, molding around my braless tits. My nipples, each pierced by silver barbells, dimpled the front, and the word's "Daddy's Little Girl" were printed across my tits, only "Girl" was crossed out and "Slut" was written above it. It went well with the skirt made of shredded wisps of purple and white fabric.

I was at one of my favorite places in the world--the South Hill Mall.

I loved to troll around, shopping for clothes or makeup or lovers. Especially lovers. I had probably been fucked in every bathroom stall in the entire mall, department stores included. I was always on the prowl for a hot guy or cute girl to seduce and have a good time with.

Because we're sluts, my subconscious desire whispered. It's all we're good for.

I grinned, nodding my head and toying with a lock of my bubblegum-pink hair. Not my natural hair-color, but it was so much more interesting dyed pink than the old, light brown. I strolled across the parking lot, my tits bouncing and my hips rolling, and I loved all the guys, and a few gals, checking me out.

The mall's air conditioning washed over me like a cool curtain. I took a leisurely stroll down the mall, gazing at cute outfits in the windows, the adorable cell phone covers at this kiosk, and I had to go into this shoe store, The Lady's Slipper, to try on the cutest pair of pumps. Too bad I couldn't afford them, but that didn't stop me from testing them out.

It was fun letting the shopgirl see that I wasn't wearing panties. Her eyes widened, she blushed, and quickly looked down. But her eyes kept glancing up, and I was a little interested. She was cute, with her brown hair bobbed short and a freckled nose gracing her round face. If I didn't find a better prospect to be my lover, then teaching this bi-curious gal how to lick pussy would be pretty fun.

After a few minutes of living the fantasy with those pumps, I returned to reality, and headed back into the mall. I strolled near Goth Topic, and that was a place where you could always get a very friendly service, and a hot outfit.

A cute, goth girl stood at the register, and a man was behind her. I frowned; he didn't fit in, wearing a plain T-shirt, and it looked like he was rubbing himself against the shopgirl. Her cheeks were flushed, and she gripped the counter.

They're fucking, my subconscious whispered excitedly. Now doesn't that look like some naughty fun to join in on?

Yes it did. I walked into the store.

Chapter Four

I wept as I made the final pilgrimage through the South Hill Mall, stopping last at Goth Topic. Tomorrow, this holy site would be torn down. My anger at Lilith reached its crest. That Demon had a lot to answer for.

--Excerpt from The Journal of High Priestess Daisy Cunningham

Mark Glassner

I was balls deep in Lillian's cunt when this stunningly beautiful, slutty young woman sauntered in.

She walked with the confidence of a woman that knew how gorgeous she was and loved the effect it had on everyone in the room. Her hair was dyed bubblegum-pink, her skirt was made of shredded wisps of purple and white fabric that barely covered her ass, and a tight t-shirt that fit tight across her tits and it was quite clear her ample breasts were not supported by a bra. Her nipples were hard, clearly outlined in the thin material of her shirt. There were dimples on either side of her nipples--it took me a moment to realize that they were pierced. The shirt was pink and had "Daddy's little Girl" written across her breasts, only the word "Girl" was cross out and underneath was written "Slut."

She was a slutty vision of beauty.

Lillian gasped, and jerked her hand up from below the counter; she had been fingering her clit. The pink-haired girl noticed the motion and smiled wickedly, winking at Lillian, clearly not fooled. She sauntered over to the counter and breathed in deeply. We reeked of pussy juices and cum; the pink-haired girl's smile was naughty and knowing.

"Whatcha doin'?" she purred.

"T-training," Lillian stammered, trying to sound normal.

"Slut training?" the girl asked with a smirk.

"Oh, yeah!" Lillian moaned, her pussy squeezing down on my cock. "I'm such a whore!"

The jig was up, so I began to fuck her hard, letting the new woman see exactly what I was doing. The smile grew on the pink-haired girl, spurring me to really pound Lillian's cunt. The goth slut gasped and moaned, tossing back her head, then slipped her hand between her legs.

The pink-haired girl stopped Lillian, grabbing her hand. "Let me help!"

The slutty woman's hand disappeared under Lillian's skirt. Her fingers caressed my cock as it plunged into Lillian's cunt before she frigged Lillian's clit. Lillian gasped and her cunt rapidly constricted on my cock as she came.

"Fuck!" Lillian moaned. "I was so horny I came when you touched me."

The girl laughed and licked Lillian's juices off her fingers. What a fucking slut! My balls were about to boil over, and I drove harder and harder into Lillian, desperate to cum again. I grunted, my body tensing, and then my dick erupted and I shot a second load of cum while the pink-haired slut continued licking her fingers clean, like a cat savoring a bowl of cream.

"Fuck," I groaned, breathing heavily on Lillian's neck.

The teenager ran her pink tongue over her full lips slowly, a silver stud pierced her tongue. "How's her training? Did she live up to your expectations?"

"She's a natural," I groaned, as Lillian started to gently squeeze her cunt on my cock again. "She really strives to please, which is important in customer service." From the back of the store I heard a muffled moan and wondered what Mary and Anne were getting up to. Probably Anne's tongue in Mary's cunt.

The slut giggled, a wicked, trilling laugh. "I've always wanted to work at Goth Topic. Can you give me some training?"

Holy shit! This girl was going to let me fuck her without me having to make her. Fuck, I couldn't believe it. I was so excited, and Lillian's cunt felt so warm and tight as she massaged my cock with her pussy walls. My balls went into overdrive; I shot a third load of cum up inside her.

"Absolutely!" I panted. "Just have to interview you first."

"Oh, of course," she nodded seriously.

"What's your name? And how old are you?"

"Alison Hertz, and I'm almost nineteen."

"Well Alison, take off your panties and let me see what kind of pussy I'll be working with."

"I'm not wearing panties," Alison confided, lifting up the front of her skirt. Her pussy was shaved smooth, her slit tight,and juices glistened on her lips. Tattooed above her pussy was "Cum on in," with a little, red arrow pointing at her clit.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked. "The tattoo artist looks like a master."

"Right here in the mall," Alison purred, licking her lips suggestively. "After he finished, I let the tattoo artist cum on in and he was more than happy to give me the tat for free."

"And those nipple piercing? Did your piercer cum on in, too?"

She shook her head. "I had to lick her tight pussy to get those."

Fuck me. She was a perverts wet dream.

"Well, you're hired," I told her.

Alison walked behind the counter and pulled up the back of her skirt to expose a perky ass. I pulled out of Lillian's cunt and moved behind Alison. I had to bend a little lower, but I stuffed my cock up into Alison's tight cunt. Lillian was between us and the entrance, blocking us from view allowing me to fuck the pink-haired, almost-nineteen-year-old slut hard and fast.

"Fuck that whore!" Lillian urged, lifting her black skirt with one hand and playing with her messy pussy with the other. Lillian brought her stained fingers to her lips. Alison slid her hand between the salesgirl's legs and shoved two fingers up Lillian's cunt. "You naughty slut!" moaned Lillian. "That feels so nice!"

"And you feel so wet," Alison whispered, then leaned over and kissed Lillian. "Oh, god, fuck me stud!" The pink-haired slut hissed when she finished kissing Lillian. "I'm close to cumming!"

I fucked her harder, her cunt spasming pleasantly on my dick as she came loudly, drawing the attention of passing mall shopper, a middle-aged woman dressed in a conservative, cloud blue pantsuit; a nasty look sneered across her face.

As the woman entered the store, a nasty thought popped into my mind. I pulled my cock slowly out of Alison's cunt, trying to move as little as possible, then I slid my wet dick between the cheeks of her ass and slowly pushed it into her asshole.

Alison stiffened and gasped, then giggled, "What a bad man. Umm, that is nice."

"Are you okay, dear?" the woman asked, eyeing the flushed teenager as my dick slid deeper and deeper.

"I'm just fine," Alison panted. "Just being trained. It's my first day."

The woman peered suspiciously at us as my cock bottomed out in her tight, hot asshole. Alison squirmed a bit, trying to get used to my shaft invading her ass. "Are you sure, sweetheart?"

"Oh, yes," Alison gasped as I slowly withdrew my dick, then pressed it forward, savoring the feel of her hot, velvety ass. "He's an amazing trainer. Right, Lillian?"

Lillian licked her lips. "Oh, yes! He cums here all the time. To make sure we're well trained."

This conversation was too much for me, and I came in Alison's ass, grunting in pleasure, and burying into the slut's ass. My entire body trembled, and a second, louder groan, escaped my lips as Alison's ass milked another blast of cum out of my cock.

"You three are some disgusting deviants!" the woman shrilled. "I'm going to get mall security."

"No you're not," I ordered her. "You're going to come back her and suck my cum out of Alison's ass for being such a nosy bitch. And don't stop eating her asshole until she cums."

The woman, looking completely confused and ashamed, walked behind the counter and dropped to her knees behind Alison. She lifted the slut's skirt, spread her asscheek, and exposed a brown, winking hole dripping with white semen. The woman gingerly placed her lips on Alison asshole and sucked.

"Oh, fuck!" Alison moaned. "You are one nasty guy! Um, that's it. Lick my ass, bitch! Suck out all his cum! Oh, yes! I'm going to cum on your bitchy lips!"

My cock was dirty from Alison's ass, so I lifted Lillian's skirt. Her wet pussy would clean it up, and I shoved my dick into her sloppy pussy, fucking her slowly. I looked over at Alison and asked, "You ever wanted to be a sex slave?"

"Oh, yes," she panted. "I love it when a guy takes charge. And you...oh, my God, you are amazing! Please, let me be your slave!"

"Why I am not surprised you found another girl to amuse yourself with," Mary said as she walked up, trailed by a thoroughly disheveled Ann. The salesgirl's lips were smeared with Mary's pussy juices and she carried several bags of clothes.

"This is Alison," I told her as Lillian moaned on my cock. "Alison, this is my girlfriend Mary."

"Oh, nice to meet you!" Alison gasped.

"Alison is going to be our sex slave from now on," I told Mary. She arched an eyebrow at me. "Alison, you'll do anything, no matter how filthy or depraved, that me or Mary tell you to do."

"Oh, absolutely!" Alison gushed. "That sounds wonderful! Thank you, Master. Thank you, Mistress. I'll be the best slut-slave ever!"

"Well, she definitely dressed for it," Mary said, reading the words printed on Alison shirt. "And, um, who is eating out her ass?"

"Some prudish bitch. She's going to pay for your clothes, right?"

There was a muffled "yes" from between Alison's perky cheeks.

I leaned down to grab the prudish bitch's purse, trying not to pull out of Lillian. I almost fell over, and my dick sadly slipped out of her warm cunt. I grabbed the purse and shoved my cock back inside the salesgirl's pussy. I opened it up and pulled out her wallet. I found a credit card and handed it to Lillian so she could ring up the purchase. I found about a hundred in cash and pocketed that, and threw her purse on the floor. Lillian fumbled at the register, having trouble concentrating as I fucked her harder.

"Eat my ass," Alison moaned. "Oh, fuck yeah! Tongue it, you nasty bitch! I'm gonna cum on your prudish lips! Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!" With a shriek, Alison came, writhing and swaying.

The prudish bitch, fulfilling my commands to the letter, grabbed her purse and fled the store, almost tripping in her haste to escape. I laughed as I watched that uptight bitch scurry off, her face smeared with my cum dirtied by Alison's ass. The depravity of it went straight to my balls. My body tensed. I buried into Lillian's cunt and emptied one last load into her.