The Devil's Pact Pt. 18

"Do you think Master would approve?"

I pointed to the house where Master and his Naked Jogging Club were assembling. I admired his naked body as he stood on the porch with the naked ladies. He was growing more and more fit with each passing day. It would be impossible for a regular man, but Master was special.

"Go ask."

Alison gave another squeal and rushed out of the house naked. I watched her tight ass sway as she raced to Master. She asked her question, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her small breasts jiggled and her nipple piercings flashed silver in the rising sun. I could almost hear her happy squeal as she gave Master a hug and passionate kiss. Then, with Master sending her off with a smack on her ass, she raced back to the house.

She burst inside and declared, "He said yes!"

Chapter Two

Of the Tyrants' siblings, Shannon was the quietest. She never went wild in public or held great feats of debauchery. She was almost normal, except for the sex slaves she kept with her husband.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Mary Sullivan

When Mark slipped out of bed, he jostled me from my dream.

I yawned and rolled over as the dream lingered in my mind. It was a reoccurring dream. In it, my whore of a mother never left us and we were all living together again. We were a happy family. There was always that moment of disappointment when I awoke and realized it had been a dream and my mother had still run off to whore around with that musician.

Anger roiled in my stomach as I came fully awake, so I forced the thoughts of my mother away. Last night, making love with my sisters and Mark had been amazing, and I was still feeling too good from it to let my mood be ruined by wasting energy on that bitch. She didn't care about me, so why should I waste time thinking about her?

My family--Dad, and my sisters Shannon and Missy, and their boyfriends, George and Damien--had come over for dinner last night. After dinner, I had made love to both my sisters. It was so beautiful and amazing. I have no idea why we didn't do this earlier. Missy and I had shared a bedroom until I moved away from home last year. So many wasted opportunities.

I was so glad Mark had freed me from morality.

I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. It was 6 AM. Mark liked to wake up early and go jogging. It was sweet of him to get in shape for me, and whether it was his jogging or his Pact he made with the Devil, he was looking fitter and fitter everyday. And hotter. His ass was becoming quite delicious. I liked to sleep in, so I snuggled up to Shannon, my older sister, giving her a quick peck on the lips and tried to go back to sleep.

But Missy's soft snores didn't let me sleep for long.

I forgot how much my younger sister could snore. It was a soft, stuttering noise that would be cute if I wasn't trying to sleep. I shared a room with my sister for most of my life and found her snoring grating since she started at twelve. But when I first moved in with Mike, I had trouble sleeping. I had actually gotten used to her snores and missed them in some weird bit of loneliness. Apparently, after a few years of not hearing her snores, it wasn't a comfort and back to being an annoyance.

"She's still snoring, I take it," sighed Shannon, her hazel eyes blinking open. I was close enough to see the flecks of green in her hazel eyes.

"Yeah," I muttered.

"Where'd Mark go?" Shannon asked.

I yawned before answering, "Jogging."

"He's an...interesting guy," Shannon said. She kissed me on the lips and stroked my cheek. "Don't you think you're rushing into marriage? You only met him a week ago and you're getting married in what? A month?"

I smiled. How could I explain it to Shannon? My thoughts drifted to the day when Mark walked into the Starbuzz where I worked. Even though Mark had dominated me, I stayed because of the connection we had. I loved him before he had his powers.

"I fell in love with him the moment we met," I told her. "My feelings for him run so deep. I've never felt that way about anyone. I thought I loved Mike, but I didn't, not really. I was just used to him. He took my virginity and I convinced myself that I must love him. That's why I let Mike sleep with me. I confused lust and love, and when the lust faded, there was just inertia holding us together."

"Wow," Shannon whispered.

"So, you think George is going to propose?" I asked. Last night, Mark walked in right when she told me that she thought her boyfriend was going to propose. We never got back to our conversation, we were a little too busy fucking to talk about it.

Shannon gave me a happy smile. "Yes. Last week, we went into a jewelry store. He was trying to be subtle, but I swear he was trying to find out what style of engagement rings I like."

I giggled, excited for my sister. I've never gotten along this well with my older sister. She used to always treat me like a kid, bossing me around. I guess she finally saw me as a woman last night. This was definitely a delightful outcome of my Pact with the Devil. And I'm glad she was getting on with George. Shannon had dated some scummy guys over the years.

One boyfriend had even hit on me at Shannon's birthday party while I was underage. Just gross.

"He's a great guy," I told her. "Definitely the best boyfriend you've ever had."

Shannon grinned, her eyes full of mirth. "Yeah, I've had some bad boyfriends."

"Which one left you at the soccer game?"

"Lance," Shannon answered. "He claimed he forgot about me and went drinking with his buddies. I dumped a pitcher of beer over his head when I found him at that bar. And then there was Tyler, who I caught fucking some skank over my kitchen sink. When I walked in he was like, 'Hey, babe. Threesome?' So I grabbed a broom and hit both him and his skank until they left my apartment."

I snorted with laughter. "You never told me about Tyler."

"We didn't date long," Shannon laughed, then her smile failed. "Do you think I'm a bad girlfriend?"

"Why? Because you had an orgy with your two sisters and my fiance?"

Shannon bit her lip. "Mark said I was a bad girlfriend for not letting George fuck my ass. He's right. I can see that now. But should I fulfill George's other fantasies?"

"Well, I think if you two truly love each other and trust each other, you can share your fantasies and experience them together," I told her. "But, if you're really not comfortable in fulfilling his fantasies, then don't."

"There's one he really wants," Shannon confessed. "One that all guys wants."

I smiled. "A threesome?"

She nodded. "Maybe, if it was with you. No, I can't--"

I cut her off with a kiss.

"I would love that!"

I crawled out of the bed. Missy still snored. Our younger sister had sprawled out and took up most of the bed now. Her naked body was half exposed by the tangled sheets. I grabbed Shannon's arm and pulled her to her feet. Her breasts, larger than mine, swayed as she stood up, her dusky, little nipples hard as pebbles.

"Now?" Shannon asked in trepidation.

I grinned. "Yeah, Mark and I have a busy day, so we need to do this now or who knows when we can get together."

I wasn't sure which guy was shacking up with which slut. Or even in which of our three guest bedrooms we would find George. I opened the first door and blinked in shock. Their was Dad sleeping naked against Fiona. Did he choose the redhead because she looked similar to me and my sisters, or because Fiona's eyes had the same deep blue as our mother's? Dad still hadn't gotten over that whore even though it had been thirteen years since our mother abandoned us.

The next bedroom we found Damien, Missy's eighteen-year-old boyfriend, pressed up against Desiree. Mark had mentioned last night that Desiree was teaching Damien how to pleasure a woman. The covers were pulled down and the young man's butt was exposed.

"Cute butt," I giggled to Shannon.

Shannon let out a throaty moan of agreement.

Missy at least found herself a guy with a cute body even if he had a ridiculous haircut.

Well, third time was the charm, and there was George, snoring on his back with Thamina's dusky body draped over him. Thamina was our Middle-Eastern nurse slut we claimed at Good Sam Hospital on Monday. After Mark was struck in the back of the head by a nun-dominated Korina, I insisted he go to the hospital. Thamina was his nurse.

We had a lot of fun with her.

Giggling, Shannon and I snuck into the room. I smacked Thamina's ass--I loved spanking my sluts--to wake her up and pointed to the hallway when her eyes opened.

"Yes, Mistress," Thamina sleepily murmured and stumbled out of the room.

George stirred as we slipped into bed with him on either side. I rubbed up against his body. He was lean and muscular. He obviously spent as much time at the gym as Shannon did. I needed to hit the gym myself. My ass was a little plump. It was okay as far as asses went, but I could stand to lose a few pounds and get it a little tighter.

But it was nice of Mark to always claim he loved my plump ass.

"Morning, George," Shannon whispered, then kissed her boyfriend on the lips. I pressed up against his other side and nibbled at his neck, rubbing my breasts against his side.

"Hey, George," I whispered when he broke the kiss. George went to kiss me and I stopped him. "Mark's the only man I kiss on the lips."

"Oh, yeah, sure," George said. "Are we going to...?"

I nodded. "Yep, every man's dream. You get to fuck sisters."

"I thought it was twin sisters," George said and then gasped as Shannon pinch his side.

"Hey, you're lucky that you're getting any sisters," Shannon said. "Keep it up, and you'll just have to watch us together while you sit in the corner all alone."

"Oh, I am so sorry," George said in mock apology. "Please, I am honored to have such beautiful sisters pleasure me."

"You should be," I told him, rubbing my breasts against his side.

George grinned and grabbed my breasts, gently kneading my firm tits. His fingers brushed my nipple, then he rub my hard nub under his palm. My pussy was grew wet as tingles of pleasure spread through my body.

"Mmm, that's nice," I purred.

I slid up on my side, and fed my tits to his eager lips. Shannon kissed her way down his chest and flat stomach. She found his cock, it was about the same size as Mark's, though maybe not quite as thick. Shannon sucked his cock into her hungry lips while her hand jacked off the shaft.

"I have to taste your pussy," George groaned. "I love the taste of a woman's sex."

I hadn't washed out my cunt, and I had a load of Mark's sperm inside me. After watching Vivian and Cynthia's hot stream last night, Mark had fucked me hard while Missy and Shannon ate each other out. Then we all collapsed in a satiated mass and fell asleep.

A naughty thrill went through me at the thought of George eating cum out of my cunt, so I flipped around and straddled his face while watching Shannon blowing him. Her fiery red hair spread out across his belly, hiding most of the action.

I shuddered in pleasure as George's tongue licked through my cunt.

"Your pussy has a very...salty flavor to it," George said delicately.

I giggled wickedly. Shannon looked up and eyes widened. "Mark's cum is in her."

"What?" George protested.

A hot flush ran through me. I sat my full weight on him, smothering him with my cunt. I loved dominating guys. They were all weak. Except Mark. He was a real man. I undulated and ground on George, eager for him to submit and lick my pussy clean.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I entered the house with a smile on my lips. My endurance was improving. I was actually enjoying jogging, and it wasn't just the naked women that joined me--though watching their asses sway before me did encourage me to keep going.

I found it exhilarating.

Today, I added a new member, a coffee-skinned Black woman named Venise. I found her jogging with her husband, a huge guy named Ernard. Venise was eager to join the club, and once I "explained" it to Ernard, he was happy enough to continue jogging on his own. Venise was a wild fuck and made a great addition to the club.

It was worth selling my soul to make people do what I want.

When I headed upstairs, I found Thamina standing in the doorway of one of the guest bedrooms masturbating furiously while she stared into the room. I peered in around her and grinned as Mary and her sister Shannon fucked George. Mary sat on George's face while Shannon was rode his cock.

I blew Mary a kiss. My filly was so naughty. My cock ached.

"Thamina, there's a list of things I need you to go buy," I told our Arabic slut. "It's down on the dining room table. Grab a couple thousand dollars from the basement and another slut from next door. Take your SUV, get everything on the list, and meet us at Sparks Stadium by 11:30, okay."

"Yes, Master," she said, pulling her hands regretfully from her cunt.

I was about to go in and join Mary and the others when I spied Missy coming out of our bedroom naked. My cock throbbed even harder. Her hair was wet and her body glistened, lithe with youth. She had small, just-budding breasts and slim hips. It appeared she had just finished showering.

"Mark," Missy jumped when she saw me, and tried to cover her naked body with her hands. A crimson flushed suffused her lithe body. She was so sexy.

"A little late for that, Missy," I winked. "I've already fucked you."

Her blush deepened. "Sorry, I was going to go and...and..." she worked her jaw, struggling to find the word, "...and surprise Damien."

"Fuck Damien, you mean?"

"Yes," she blushed. "And to find out...what he learned."

I grinned. Last night, Desiree had been teaching the young man how to please a woman. I held out my hand. "Come on, let's find him. I want to watch."

"Kay," she muttered.

We found Damien sleeping half on top of Desiree, his white skin contrasting against Desiree's nut brown. I walked in and shook Desiree awake. Desiree blinked sleepily at me and let me pull her out from under Damien. The young man only rolled over and kept on sleeping.

"Mi Rey," she muttered as her pillowy tits shook.

"I need you to suck my cock while I watch them fuck," I purred.

"Yes, mi Rey," she smiled and slid to her knees. I grinned as Desiree swallowed my cock. The slut sucked hungrily, her hands playing with my balls.

Damien kept snoring the way only a young man could, ignoring everything going on around him. Missy slipped into bed with her boyfriend and gently shook Damien, her little breasts jiggling.

"Damien," cooed Missy.

Damien kept sleeping.

She shook him and yelled, "Damien. Wake up."

Damien woke up, muttering, "Desiree?"

He winced as Missy punched his arm. "No, it's your girlfriend, dick!"

"Shit, Missy! I can explain!"

Missy placed a finger on his arm. "It's alright. It's not cheating with family. And Mark and his...maids are close enough to family."

"Did you really fuck your sisters last night?" Damien asked eagerly.

"Yes," Missy said. "Christ, you're hard already."

"Well, you're just so sexy," Damien said and kissed her on the lips. "And sisters together is just so fucking hot, Missy!"

"Well, if you please me, maybe you can watch us," Missy said. "And if you do an amazing job, maybe you can join."

Damien groaned in delight.

Missy let Damien force her down onto her back as he kissed her. His hands gently played with budding breasts and large nipples. Missy had the biggest nipples of the three sisters, but the smallest tits. Damien kissed her neck and throat and Missy sighed and mewled her pleasure.

My cock throbbed in Desiree's mouth at the delicious sight. I was watching my own, live, barely legal porno.

Damien kissed lower, and Missy gasped as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. The strawberry-blonde nymphet shuddered and gasped, her eyes fluttering. She caressed Damien's cheeks as he nibbled and sucked.

"I see Desiree taught you well," Missy smiled.

"I was an eager student," Damien grinned and Missy giggled.

* * *

Desiree Fitzsimmons

Mi Rey's cock felt amazing in my mouth. I loved to suck his big, thick cock. His was the only cock I loved. Mi Rey showed me that men could be just as much fun as women. I was a lesbian, but I had married Brandon Fitzsimmons anyways. I was a gold digger Sadly, there weren't a lot of rich lesbians looking for trophy wives.

But there were men.

I was so glad mi Rey claimed me from Brandon and liberated me into this wonderful world. I sucked harder on his cock, bobbing my head up and down as Damien demonstrated all the lessons he learned on his cute girlfriend.

Playing with Damien last night had been fun. I taught him everything I knew. Even though he was a guy, I got off on fucking him because mi Rey ordered me. I would do anything for mi Rey. His sexy voice just reached into my soul and made me obey.

I loved him almost as much as I loved Alison.

I swirled my tongue around his cock as mi Rey watched Missy and her boyfriend. My tongue caressed the sensitive head of his dick while I cupped his balls. They were so interesting to play with; I slid the delicate orbs around his sack.

I slid my mouth up until only my tongue licked the tip of mi Rey's cock. I played with the slit, loving the salty precum leaking out before slurping the cock into my mouth and sucking hard. I bobbed my head, changing the angle so sometimes his cock brushed my throat and other time it rubbed against the inside of my cheek.

Missy purred in pleasure when Damien nuzzled at her pussy. I smiled around mi Rey's cock; Damien put all of my lessons to the test, and Missy moaned her appreciation. Her lithe body writhed on the bed, hands gripping the bedsheets as the pleasure bounced through her body. Her head was thrown back, and she gasped and panted when Damien slipped a finger up her cunt.

Pride filled me.

"Oh, Damien! I love you!" Missy moaned. "Please, keep eating me out, you're going to make me cum! Oh, it's so wonderful! I love you, love you, love you!" Her body shook and quaked as her orgasm exploded through her youthful body.

"You tasted great," Damien grinned. "Sorry, I never ate you out before."

"You're forgiven," Missy said with a big smile on her face. My heart fluttered in delight as she pulled Damien up her to kiss him passionately on the mouth. Their love was so sweet and delicious. Last night, Damien had confused love for lust, but it was clear the pair felt something for each other

"Roll on your back," Missy told her boyfriend when she broke the kiss. "I want to show you what Mark taught me."

I was eager to watch Missy demonstrate what mi Rey had taught her as I bobbed my head on his cock.

Damien groaned in pleasure as Missy straddled her boyfriend, seized his cock, and sank her pussy down Damien's shaft. Her asscheeks clenched and her back arched as she bottomed out on her boyfriend's dick.

"That's it," mi Rey groaned, "ride him just like I taught you."

Missy obeyed and rode Damien hard and fast. She wiggled her hips and leaned forward and backwards, changing how Damien's cock brushed against her cunt's walls. Missy found a position that she liked, and eagerly slid her pussy up and down Damien's cock.

Mi Rey educated the little slut. I grinned, remembering all the times I had ridden the cock in my mouth.

"Holy shit, Missy!" Damien moaned as he gripped her slim hips. "That's so amazing! Wow! Keep doing that!"

"Does it feel great when I do this?" Missy asked and did a twist with her hips

"Fuck yeah, Missy!"

"Do you love me, Damien?"

"Yes, yes, I do?" Damien gasped. "Oh, babe, I'm going to cum!"