The Devil's Pact Pt. 15

I shook my cock, savoring the almost orgasmic pleasure of relieving a full bladder. I flushed and washed my hands. I opened the door and jumped in shock. Quatch was waiting outside the door in the dark hallway.

"Damn," I muttered. In the dark, Quatch was almost like a monster, a troll maybe, just waiting to pounce. "There's another bathroom upstairs. You didn't have to wait."

"Oh, I just wanted to talk to you in private," Quatch said, his voice quiet. He shifted about. "So, um, you said you could make any woman my sex slave."

"Yeah," I told him. "Who do you want?"

Quatch handed me his phone. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm about to ask for this, but my sister's been staying with me. And she's a fucking cocktease, prancing around the apartment in her underwear. My dick's hard all the time and all she does is call me a pervert for looking at her."

"Sure, I'll make Kim into your slut," I replied. Kim was a smoking hot girl. I think Quatch got all the hair in his family, because her skin was always silky smooth.

"Fuck, really? You don't...?"

"Think you're a pervert." I grinned at him. "I'm gonna fuck my mom." I had to for her for a spell to protect my sluts. "And Mary's sisters are coming over for dinner tomorrow night. We're gonna have some fun. Plus, my own sister is turning into a hot piece of ass." I couldn't wait for Antsy to get home from her Miami vacation.

"Shit," groaned Quatch.

I found Kim's cell phone number and hit the call button. The phone rang and Kim answered, "Hey bro. How's the nerds?"

"Kim, from now on, you're going to be Quatch's sex slave," I told her. "You'll happily do whatever nasty, depraved acts he wants and do it with a smile. You'll live to please him."

"Sure," Kim purred.

I threw the phone to her brother. "She's all yours."

Quatch's eyes were wide. He swallowed and said, "So, um, Kim, what did Mark tell you to do?" I couldn't hear her response, but Quatch smiled and he straightened. "Good, I want you naked and ready to fuck when I get home." I could just hear a throaty laugh over the phone. "Later, bitch!" Quatch smirked and hung. He looked at me, shaking his head. "They say you control people. It's pretty obvious that you do, but there was no way you can gas someone over the phone."

"I don't use gas," I told him. "Think of it like...hypnotism." I clapped an arm on his shoulder. "Come on, let's get back to playing."

"Yeah." Quatch grinned. "We got to finish the dungeon off."

Kim was right, we were bunch of nerds.

As the night grew later, the sluts grew tired, and I let them go into the living room to rest. We usually played until two or three in the morning, fueled by mountain dew and energy drinks. Lillian meshed well with the group, just as an intense gamer as the rest of us were.

Around one in the morning, Mary stumbled into the house.

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Mary Sullivan -- Tacoma, WA

I danced with so many woman I lost track of their numbers. As the music pulsed, I ground my pussy on their legs, their hips, their ass while they ground back against me. Time lost all meaning. All that mattered was the music, the woman I was writhing on, and that sweet release shuddering through my body as I climaxed on them.

But after a while, I needed a break. Those drinks had gone right through me.

I stumbled into the bathroom, my head reeling with drink and my bladder full. I found a stall open and burst in. Only it was occupied by a very startled woman, her skirt hiked up, and her panties around her ankles as she took a piss. She was tall, voluptuous woman with raven black hair streaked with red. Her breasts were large, straining against the tight fabric of her black dress. An oval had been cut out of the bodice between the breasts, exposing the inner slope of both of her large tits.

"Excuse me," she gasped with indignation.

The memory of Fiona pissing on Korina in the hotel bathroom flashed in my head, followed by the time I had pissed all over Karen when we were humiliating her after the attack on Monday. A naughty thought trembled through me. Why should I waste my pee in the toilet when there was a beautiful mouth I could fill?

"You have a pretty mouth," I giggled, buzzed from the appletinis I had consumed.

"Thanks," the woman flushed. "Your mouth is pretty, too."

"I'm Mary."

I held out my hand. She took it and replied, "Avialle."

Avialle, what a beautiful name. "I want to pee in your mouth," I cooed. "Will you get down on your knees, fasten your mouth to my cunt, and let me fill you mouth with my tasty pee?"

Avialle swallowed, her eyes drifting down to my crotch. She was trying to fight it, but a wave of desires washed through her as my powers affected her. "I... yes." Her entire body seemed to flush, her face, her neck, and even her breasts.

Avialle slid off the toilet seat, knelt on the dirty bathroom floor, and pushed up the skirt of my dress. She nervously licked her lips as she stared at my pussy and then, almost in a trance, she leaned forward and her lips latched onto my pussy.

"That's it," I sighed and closed my eyes. Her mouth was warm, her lips tight on my urethra. "Drink it all, slut."

I released my bladder, groaning in pleasure as my urine flowed out of my urethra into the sluts mouth. She noisily swallowed, struggling to keep up. Yellow fluid leaked out of her mouth and ran down her neck into her dress. I sighed as my pussy tingled with pleasure. I shifted my hips, my bladder growing empty. My pussy throbbed in delight at the thrill of pissing in a pretty woman's mouth.

I needed to do this more often.

"Oh, you are wild," I groaned as the last of my pee dribbled out. "Now lick me clean. You're also my toilet paper. Get every drop of my nasty piss staining my pussy."

Avialle moaned as licked me clean. Her tongue was deft as she explored all the folds of my labia, sending fuzzy bliss through me. She devoured me, desperate to drink all my fluids. Her hands gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the soft flesh as her lips worked up and down on my lip. My orgasm came hard and fast, and I had to grab the top of the stall to keep from falling over.

"Wow," Avialle breathed, licking her lips. "That was amazing."

"You're such a pee slut," I grinned. "Umm, so nasty. Give me your phone."

Avialle handed me her phone and I sent myself a text message from the pee slut. "There. In case I ever need to piss in someone's mouth again, I can reach you."

"Absolutely," Avialle gasped. "That was so erotic. I came without even touching myself."

Avialle stood up and tried to kiss me, but I stopped her. "No, no, pee sluts don't go kissing people with their dirty, piss stained lips. That's disgusting!"

"Oh, sorry," she said, her eyes filling with hurt tears.

"It's okay," I giggled. "It was your first time."

I slipped out of the stall and headed back to the dance floor. I ground on more women out on the floor and drank more delicious appeltinis. I had lost Diane sometime ago. Twice more I had to pee as the alcohol ran right through my body. Both times I sought out my pee slut.

"I need you," I purred the first time I found her.

"Yes!" she gasped, licking her lips.

I pulled her into the bathroom and all the stalls were full. So she just knelt down in the middle of the restroom, pushed up my skirt, and drank my piss. Women gasped in astonishment, and I winked back at them. "Play your cards right, and it could be you pissing in her mouth," I groaned as Avialle drank my pee.

A few women smiled, so drunk on their lust for me they would do anything.

"That's hot," one said, shifting her hips.

"Feel free to use the slut," I smiled as I finished pissing.

Avialle latched her mouth onto the new woman's pussy. The woman shuddered as she released her piss, throwing back her head. I grinned at the depravity of it, but I itched to do more dancing. I headed back out, grabbing another appeltini to enjoy as I strut my stuff.

The second time I had to piss, I was dancing with this sexy girl that had half her hair dyed cotton candy blue and the other half died bright pink. Her name was Candy, and she tasted sweet. I was fingering her pussy when I saw Avialle. I really didn't have to pee, but I was so drunk, I couldn't resist using her right now.

"Pee slut," I moaned.

Avialle's eyes widened as I beckoned.

"Oh, wow," Candy groaned. She ground on my ass and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Is she going to eat your pussy."

"She's going to drink my piss," I shuddered as Avialle latched her lips onto my pussy. I groaned and forced out my piss. There wasn't much, but it was so hot. My pussy clenched as the pleasure built. And then I came.

"What a nasty slut," laughed Candy as I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through me.

"She's so nasty," I gasped, bucking my hips as her tongue licked my pussy clean. "She loves pee now."

"Umm, I got to pee," moaned Candy, nuzzling into my ear.

"You heard her, Avialle," I grinned, pulling away.

Avialle eagerly shuffled her knees and buried her face beneath Candy's skirt. She had become quite the pee slut this night. Her lips fastened to Candy's shaved cunt and I wrapped my arms around Candy's waist, grinding on her hip and kissing her.

"Fuck," Candy gasped as she relaxed her body. The tension melted out of her as she pissed into Avialle's mouth. "Oh, that's so hot! She's drinking my piss."

Candy squealed as Avialle licked her pussy clean of every nasty drop. I played with Candy's tit as the young woman came. She moaned her orgasm and shuddered in my arms as she ground on Avialle's hot mouth.

I was tired, but still buzzing on Alcohol and the thrill of watching Candy piss in Avialle's mouth. I pulled Candy to a nearby couch and pushed her down. We kissed, our tongues dancing as she writhed beneath us. Our skirts hiked up and I shuddered as our pussies brushed. My hips humped.

I loved tribbing a sexy bitch.

The couch groaned beneath us as we tribbed. Our clits kissed together, sparking pleasure through me. I fucked my hips to the beat of the dubstep. Her arms roamed my body. My heart thudded in my chest. My excitement burned through me.

"Oh, damn!" Candy gasped beneath me. "You are so fucking wild! Oh, fuck! Keep rubbing on my clit!"

"Are you gonna cum, slut?" I groaned, my own orgasm building in my system. Other women watched, some were my former dance partners. I reveled in the excitement, tribbing Candy harder. Every time my clit stroked through her pussy lips I trembled in delight. The image of Lilith and her girl-cock filled my mind.

I could fuck her so hard if my clit was a cock.

"Fuck!" Candy gasped and bucked hard beneath me as she came. I held her, my clit on fire, throbbing with desire. I brushed her clit and shuddered as my own orgasm burst through me. I savored the bliss hammering my mind.

Candy fell limp beneath me. She had passed out.

Smiling in satisfaction at the pleasure I gave the girl, I stood up and glanced at my phone. It was nearly 1 AM and I was feeling exhausted. It was time to go. I had enough fun for the night. I knew every woman here would be hoping I came back.

I found Chasity sleeping in her squad car when I drunkenly rapped on the window. "Hey, slut!" I giggled and almost fell over.

"Did you have fun, Mistress?" my cop slut asked as she stretched.

"Yes," I giggled and then slipped on the curb and landed on my butt. I sat there loudly laughing as the street swam around me. "I think I'm drunk, Chasity."

"I thinks you're right, Mistress," she replied, helping me up.

I soundly kissed her for being such a good slut before I crawled into the backseat. It was so warm and cozy, and suddenly I was so sleepy. The car started up and pulled away from the curb. I closed my eyes, and I was rocked to sleep by Tacoma's potholes.

The next thing I knew, Chasity was shaking me awake.

"What?" I asked, confused as I shook off sleep.

"We're home, Mistress," Chasity answered.

Chasity helped me up and we walked inside. The living room was a mess. Boxes of pizza were piled on the end table. Alison and Desiree were sleeping on the couch, spooning and naked. Cum stained both of the girls body. On one of the recliners, Willow softly snored, jizz oozing out her cunt and more matted her black hair. On the other recliner, Violet and Jessica were making out. Jessica was on top of Violet, her ass being gripped by Violet's hands and cum oozed out of both of Jessica's holes.

A naughty smiled flitted across my lips. The boys had been busy.

My stomach rumbled, and I found a slice of cold pizza, in one of the boxes and wolfed it down. Chasity joined me and found a piece of supreme before she headed to bed. I grabbed a second slice and followed the shouts to the dining room. Mark, his D&D friends, and Lillian sat around the dining room table. A beige mat divided into squares by blue lines was spread out on the table. Someone had drawn on with overhead pens and figures lay scattered about the mat.

I walked in and draped myself across Mark's lap, his cock going rock hard as I squirmed. Pleased that I was arousing my man, I kissed him on the lips.

"Did you have fun?" he asked. "Because you reek of pussy?"

I giggled. "I did. I just have to go back to that club again."

Chapter Six

Marduk always plots from the dark. You will find his servants in the deepest holes working their master's foul will.

--excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

"Let me introduce you," I said when I broke the kiss with Mary. She was so lithe on my lap, and the intoxicating scent of hot pussy made my cock throb hard. "Quatch is the big, hairy guy."

"Quatch?" she asked.

"Because I'm as hairy as Sasquatch," he said with a grin.

"Karl's the skinny guy, Chris is the ex-army ranger, and Tom is the quiet one," I continued. "Quatch is going to be my best man at the wedding, and the others will be my grooms."

"Nice to meet you," Mary said, her words a little slurred. "Are you almost done?"

"Yeah, we're at the boss," I said. "A sorcerer-dragon."

"Ohh," Mary cooed. "Want to make it interesting?" She had a big grin on her face.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"Well, whoever has the killing blow can fuck my pussy," Mary giggled.

"Naughty filly," I groaned even as my cock gave another throb. It was exciting seeing her with another man even though I hated the thought. I didn't quite understand what was so thrilling about watching your women getting fucked by another guy.

"Shit," Tom muttered, blinking in surprise.

"You're Mark's fiancee, right?" Chris asked in surprise. "Not another whore?"

"Hey, if he can fuck any woman he wants than I can fuck any guy," Mary retorted. "It's only fair. Right, hun?"

She was right, it was only fair. "Yeah, Mare. Fair is fair." Mary was free to fuck whom she wanted, although I preferred if she would just fuck women.

"Hey, I'm running the dragon," Quatch protested. "So, what about me?"

Mary bit her lip. "Well, if you kill all of them, then you can fuck me."

"Really?" Karl asked, glancing at me. I don't think he quite believed I would let my beautiful fiancee fuck one of my friends.

"Sounds like a fair contest," I laughed. "Let's see who wins my fiancee's tight snatch."

"Umm, it's the tightest cunt," Mary giggled, squirming more on my lap. Damn, I was so hard. I wanted to fuck her right here and now.

The game became a free for all. We stopped cooperating, each of us wanting to be the player to drop the dragon. And Quatch pulled out all the stops. I wasn't going to accuse him of cheating behind the DM screen, but he had a couple of lucky crits that killed Lillian's bard.

Then I took a bad hit and lost half my hit points. "Can you heal me Karl?"

Normally, Karl's cleric would be rushing to the aid of his companions. But not this time. "Sorry, man," he laughed. "I attack the dragon with my morningstar."

On the dragon's next turn, I was killed by its acidic breath weapon. "Thank, Karl," I muttered.

"Oh, poor baby," Mary giggled before giving me a consolation kiss. "You'll just have to get sloppy seconds, hun."

A worried look crossed Quatch's face when Chris's barbarian scored a crit on the dragon, dealing massive, extra damage for his lucky roll. "That had to kill it!" Chris cheered when he added up his attack's damage.

"Nope," Quatch said with a sigh. "It's badly wounded. But it's hanging in there."

Tom was up next, and he had a triumphant grin. All he had to do was hit the dragon once and it would be over. He sent his monk in to finish the dragon with a flurry of blows. But Tom rolled badly: a 3, a 4, and a 1--a fumble.

Quatch grinned. "Dragon gets an opportunity attack. Let's see, that's a bite attack and..." A dice was rolled behind the screen. "I believe a 23 hits you!"

"Yeah," Tom muttered, glaring at his dice.

The damage knocked Tom's Thri-keen unconscious, putting him out of the fight. Karl's tactic of not healing his competition was paying off, and on his turn, he slammed his morningstar into the dragon and felled it with a tenth of the damage Chris had just dealt with his crit, stealing the kill from the barbarian.

Karl whooped in delight; I had never seen him so excited. "Alright!" He grabbed his crotch and rubbed his hard dick. "I can't believe I get to fuck another girl tonight."

"He lost his virginity to Alison earlier," I whispered to Mary.

"Ohh, how cute," Mary said, her dress sliding off her body. She was naked save for a black push-up bra. She lifted her hair. "Want to help a girl get laid, hun?"

Her green eyes sparkled over her shoulder. "Naughty filly," I unhooked her bra for her so she could fuck my friend.

Her perky, freckled breasts spilled out. Chris gave a catcall and Mary smiled, twirling about for the guys, shaking her perky tits and plump ass. She was getting off on the attention. Then she hopped up on the table, knocking over some miniatures and spilling someone's drink onto the floor. No one cared as Mary spread her legs, exposing her wet pussy's pink hole.

"C'mon, I've had women all night, I need a dick in me!" moaned my fiancee.

Karl glanced at me. "You better fuck her before she changes her mind," I said, rubbing at my cock.

"Fuck," Karl muttered as he undid his pants.

His cock sprang out. He grabbed Mary's hips, pulling her to the edge of the table. My fiancee moaned, her hips writhing in delight. She gasped as he sank deep into her cunt, and her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Umm, yes, pound my cunt! I need a nice, hard cock after all the cunt I played with!"

"Damn!" Karl groaned as he pounded her. "Oh, damn."

"Umm, only problem with a lesbian club, no hard cocks to fuck!"

Karl sucked on Mary's tits as he pounded her before he kissed up her neck. He kept nuzzling and sucking as he moaned. The table creaked and rocked. Mary squealed in delight, her hips undulating beneath him.

"Oh, you naughty stud!" she moaned. "That's not very nice!"

Karl grinned and lifted his lips. He had left a hickey on Mary's neck. "You're just so hot! I couldn't resist. Always wanted to leave a hickey on a girl."

Mary giggled. "Umm, you're cute."

Karl leaned down and tried to kiss her on the lips but Mary turned her head.

"Mark's the only man that kisses me," Mary moaned. "But don't let that stop you from fucking my pussy! I'm so close to cumming!"

"Sure," Karl groaned, panting as he fucked away.

Quatch was the only one not watching. He scooped up his books and dice into a backpack. "You're not going to watch," Chris asked, lazily stroking his cock.

"Um, Kim's waiting for me to get home," Quatch said, giving me a meaningful look. I winked at him and hoped he enjoyed his sister. "Later guys," Quatch farewelled and left.

"Let me help you out, Master," Lillian purred as she crawled before me.