The Devil's Pact Pt. 26

Alison made such wicked noises as she rimmed and devoured Desiree's ass. My dick throbbed at the hot sight. As Desiree bucked, I caught glimpses of Alison's fingers rolling Desiree's pink clit, giving the slut wicked pleasure.

I needed to cum again.

"Marcy, pull down those capris and panties then spread your butt-cheeks," I ordered. "I'm fucking your ass."

"Oh, yes." Her moan was more a throaty purr.

She stood and unbuttoned her cerulean capris, pushing them off her tight ass. "You like my ass?" She wiggled her firm butt in my face as she pulled down her white panties. "I've been doing yoga to get my body all nice and tight for the next guy who comes along."

"Well, it's paying off." I gave her firm ass a squeeze.

She parted her butt-cheeks, one hand holding each, exposing her pink, wrinkled sphincter begging for my cock to fuck. She shifted again and let out another wanton moan that made my dick ache. The next man after me would love this slut.

"All rise," the Bailiff shouted, "the Honorable Judge Harriet Severijns presiding."

I rose, my eyes fixed on Marcy's ass. I placed my cock against her sphincter, savoring her wrinkled tip. She shivered and let go of her butt-cheeks so she could brace her arms against the back of the bench before us.

"Oh, fuck!" Marcy gasped as I thrust into her asshole.

At the same moment, a heavyset woman in black robes and badly dyed, red hair, waddled from her chambers and walked up to her bench. She hadn't heard Marcy's moans or my grunt as I savored the hot bowels wrapped tight about my cock.

"Mmm, fuck that's nice!" Marcy moaned, her voice echoing off the courtroom walls.

The judge frowned and then her eyes opened in surprise. She slammed her gavel down. The boom echoed through the room. "Bailiff!"

"Ignore us, Your Honor!" I shouted as my balls slapped against Marcy's taint.

The judge froze, holding up her gavel. The bailiff looked questioningly at the judge. The judge shook her head, confused at what she was doing. Her cheeks flushed, then she turned to her law clerk who handed her a docket. The judge called up the first case as I pounded Marcy's ass.

"Fuck, you got a nice, tight ass!" I groaned as I slammed deep and hard into Marcy's wonderful asshole.

"Thanks," she purred, looking over her shoulder at me, her green eyes sparkling with lust.

Friction burned with every thrust. Marcy grunted and groaned. The bench creaked and rocked as she took my thrusts. Her hair swayed about her shoulders. Her back arched. Her knuckles went white as she gripped the bench. She grunted with each thrust, her obscene sounds ignored while the judge and the attorneys for the first case spoke.

One day, I would be a politician serving in congress. My sluts would be my aides, and I would fuck them in the capital building while boring laws were read. They would moan and gasp like Marcy, showing the world my power.

"Yes," I growled, eager for Mary's plan to be a politician. It was so wicked. I cracked my hand on Marcy's ass. "Take my cock. Love it!"

"I do!" moaned Marcy, her voice throaty and strained. "Oh, god, you're so deep in me."

"Fuck her slutty ass, Master," Alison moaned.

I glanced to my left. Alison's top had popped off, her hard nipples pierced by silver barbells heaved as she writhed on Desiree's tongue. The Latina slut had slipped to the floor and pushed up Alison's skirt to eat out her tight cunt. I smiled at the tattoo on her pudenda that read, "Cum on in" with an arrow that pointing at the top of her pussy so it was crystal clear just where the slut wanted you to cum.

Alison pinched and pulled on her nipples as Desiree ate her cunt. She humped against Desiree's hungry mouth. Alison's tongue flashed, pierced by a silver stud. Her eyes squeezed shut, her pink hair bouncing about her face.

"Cum on her mouth, slut," I growled.

"I will, Master," moaned Alison. "I love cumming on Desiree. Only you and Mistress make me cum harder."

"Uh-huh," panted Desiree.

Their words compelled my hips to thrust faster, burying my cock over and over into the hot, tight grip of Marcy's ass. The slut moaned low and loud, purring like a hungry cougar. My balls churned, getting ready to cream the soon-to-be divorcee's ass.

Just a few more strokes and I would erupt. My cock slammed in and out of her. I pulled back until just the sensitive remained then slammed hard into her depths. Her bowels squeezed about me like a tight fist on my cock.

So good. The velvet caress send shudders down my cock to my balls. My back arched.

"Fuck!"

My cum exploded into her asshole. I buried into her depths, my moans echoing through the courtroom. My balls exploded. Each thrust produced milked out another blast of cum. I groaned through grinding teeth as the pleasure boiled out of me.

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck! Oh goddamn fucking fuck!" She bucked and squirmed, her ass spasming on my cock as an orgasm rolled through her body. She milked out the final drops as she thrashed.

Sighing happily, I pulled out of her ass. I loved the sight of my white cum leaking out of her puckered hole. I sank down onto the bench, her ass wiggling as the cum trickled down her taint to the dripping lips of her pussy.

"Now pull up your panties and enjoy my cum in your ass all day."

"I will," Marcy panted as she reached down to pull up her panties and capris. "That was insane. I can't believe no one, not even the judge, cared."

I winked at her.

"Oh, Master, let me clean you up," Alison purred. The nimble girl leaned over, still squirming on Desiree's mouth, and licked at my dirty cock. I shuddered as her hard tongue stud and soft tongue swept across my sensitive crown.

"Fuck," I panted.

Then she engulfed my cock and sucked hard.

"Desiree Fitzsimmons," the judge called out, her tone flat, bored.

* * *

Alison Hertz

Desiree went to town on my cunt. She licked and lapped, making me squeal as I sucked on the sour tip of Master's dick. I sealed my lips about his dick and sucked hard, making sure I cleaned every trace of Marcy's ass from his dick.

Getting a load of Master's cum was merely a bonus.

The judge said something, but I hardly registered it as the pleasure churned through my cunt. Desiree's tongue was amazing. She was such a great pussy licker. She was good before we met, and I had taught her how to make a girl melt into a puddle of juices.

"Desiree Fitzsimmons!" It was a female's voice, knifing through my lust. "Is Desiree Fitzsimmons here?"

Desiree needed to stop licking my pussy and get her divorce so we could get married. No, don't let her stop licking. I'm almost there. I'm almost cumming.

I shuddered, listening to my wicked subconscious, the voice that had guided me on a life of wonderful sexual discovery. Thanks to my wicked subconscious's whispers, I had popped my cherry young and never looked back. I had so much deviant and kinky sex, culminating with discovering Master.

The man strong enough to tame my desires.

"If Desiree Fitzsimmons is not here, we'll move onto the next case..."

"Give us a minute, Your Honor," Master groaned. "We're almost finished back here. Wait."

"Very well," the judge answered, her voice concerned.

Master was amazing. He could do anything.

I sucked harder on his dick. His hips bucked, fucking his cock into my mouth with short thrusts. I moaned, my clit throbbing with excitement. Master's cock brushed the back of my throat. I sucked hard, cleaning his shaft as I trembled on the verge of my orgasm.

Desiree's lips licked up to my clit. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I sucked so hard on Master's cock as my orgasm exploded from my cunt. My stomach spasmed. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me.

"Yes," moaned Desiree as I flooded her mouth with my cream.

The pleasure spiked through me. I savored it, embracing it. My subconscious laughed in delight, drinking in the bliss. Master seized my pink hair, bobbing my mouth up and down his cock as I lost control of my body.

So much rapture filled me.

"Mmm, mi Sirenita always gives me such tasty cream for my dessert."

I trembled, sucking hard as Master's cock slammed down my throat. He grunted, his cock throbbing. I hummed and massaged his cock by swallowing. I sucked in breaths through my nose as he forced my mouth all the way down his shaft. I loved the caress of his pubic hair on my face.

It meant I took every inch of his cock.

"You're doing great, Alison," Master moaned. "Here it comes."

The words I loved to hear.

Master's cock unloaded in my mouth. I shuddered and came a second time as I swallowed the salty, thick jizz. It coated my mouth and throat then warmed my belly. I trembled, my heart beating for joy. I was allowed to serve him. Worship him.

Master grunted, the final spurt shot into my mouth.

Then he released my hair.

I slid my mouth off and pressed my body against him. "Thank you for your cum, Master."

Desiree sat up, her lips sticky with my juices. I saved some for her. I kissed her hard, savoring my musk as she enjoyed Master's cum. Her hands went to my tits, squeezing and massaging them while I trembled.

"That is hot," Master said, his voice thick with amusement, "but we're holding up court."

I broke the kiss with a giggle. "How wicked of us. Let's get you divorced."

She's a distraction, my subconscious whispered. I rolled my eyes. Ever since I fell in love with Desiree, a part of me felt guilty about it. I should be giving my all to serving Master and Mistress, but a part of me belonged to Desiree. You shouldn't love her.

But since Master and Mistress approved of our engagement and were happy for us, I ignored my subconscious. Sometimes, the voice didn't know what was best for me.

Desiree straightened her skirt while I grabbed my lucky t-shirt. Master put his hand on my arm as I went to pull my shirt on. "Your tits are too beautiful to be covered up, Alison."

I grinned, "Thank you, Master."

Desiree walked up to the podium. Master and I followed, his hand on the ass, my naked breast brushing against his side. Desiree reached the podium before the judge who looked bored. She adjusted herself.

"I'm Desiree, Your Honor."

"And who are those with you?" the judge asked.

"I'm Mark Glassner Just do whatever Desiree wants."

"And I'm Alison Hertz, Desiree's fiancee," I beamed.

The judge frowned. "And where is your top, young lady?"

"My tits are too amazing to be covered up," I declared, cupping my breasts.

"People wear clothes in my courtroom," the judge snarled, grabbing her gavel. "I find you in contempt of..."

"Your Honor," Master interrupted, his voice so strong and commanding. "No woman should have to cover her tits up if they look as amazing as Alison's. Don't you agree, Your Honor?"

The judge nodded in agreement, her fleshy chins wobbling. "You're right, Mr. Glassner. A woman should be free to expose her breasts." The judge paused. "And those are a beautiful pair of breasts, young lady."

"Thanks, Your Honor," I beamed then posed like a pin-up model.

The judge flushed and cleared her throat, looking down at her documents. "Mrs. Fitzsimmons, you are seeking to annul your marriage of one year, four months to Brandon Fitzsimmons."

"Yes, Your Honor, I would be really happy if you would grant the annulment," Desiree answered. "Brandon...he is not a good man. And he is never around. And, well, I just married him for his money."

She was a lesbian gold-digger. Desiree always joked how there were no rich lesbians for her to marry, so she settled on rich men. She loved the good life too much not to put up with having sex with a man. "Besides," she had whispered to me as we lay in bed, "it wasn't so bad being married to him. I always found women to keep me amused. And I had Linda's gym to play at. I should take you sometime. You would love her special service."

"Granted," the Judge answered, following Master's orders. Her law clerk glanced in shock at the judge when she took back the docket. Then she handed the Judge the next one. "Next on the docket is..."

I missed the case number as I squealed and hugged my fiancee. We were cleared to get married now. Desiree held me, tears rolling down her eyes. Our lips met in a kiss, sharing our love. My subconscious muttered in the background, but I didn't care.

We were getting married.

Chapter Three

Jealousy is an ugly emotion. There can be no doubt that it drove Alice Perry's actions that day.

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

Mary Sullivan -- South Hill, WA

Giggling, I strolled from my cute car, a red Audi, to the Wedding Lace, a bridal shop near my house. I was here for my wedding dress's second fitting. The seamstress, Bonnie, was finished with the alterations.

I would never forget how hot my first fitting was. Bonnie was a skilled pussy licker. I pictured the purple-haired beauty, covered in piercings, her body naked. My favorite piercing was the silver ring adorning her labia. I had so much fun playing with it as I ate her pussy.

My thighs grew slick just thinking about it.

With me were my three bridesmaids: Mark's younger sister, Antsy, and my two sisters, Shannon and Missy. We were also selecting the bridesmaids dresses and get their fittings taken care of today. My maid-of-honor, Alice, would meet us here. I hadn't seen her in a week. Not since the night she found me drunk in the motel up in Seattle after the big fight I had with Mark. He had been acting strange thanks to a nun's spell.

It almost drove us apart.

The next morning Alice drove me home. All week she bugged and pestered me to get together, but I had been busy dealing with our trip to New York and the funeral for Mark's dad. When I spoke to her on the phone this morning, she had sounded so happy to be able to see me today.

"Remember ladies, be on your best behavior," I warned my bridesmaids. "Alice doesn't know about any of this. I want her to be kept away from all of this and be normal."

Shannon frowned at me, slipping into her maternal role. When our whore of a mother left us, Shannon had to take her place. She had to grow up a little too quickly and liked to forget I wasn't a child any longer. "You didn't keep us away from this. I seemed to remember how eager you were to get me and Missy into bed."

"Mark and I needed your help," I explained, half apologetic. "And, well, that left you vulnerable to our enemies. Alice is under no commands. I told her to ignore my orders and Mark hasn't given her any, either. So, she has a silver aura. She can't be touched by a nun."

"I had a silver aura," Antsy pointed out.

Sister Theodora Mariam had used Antsy to try to break up Mark and me. The nun's spell made Mark and Antsy obsessed with each other. The nun wanted to split us apart to to make it easier to pick us off. And it almost worked. But Mark's behavior changed too radically and I became suspicious and found a way to break the spell.

"Well..." I trailed off, frowning. Antsy was right. There was a lot we didn't know. The sooner Sam, our newest slut, finished translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, the better. "Well, Mark and I are protected against that spell now. So it would be pointless for any nun to go after Alice that way."

We entered the Wedding Lace. Bonnie smiled as she walked to me. She boldly kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I shuddered and savored the friendly kiss. Antsy and Missy both sniggered behind me.

And then I saw Alice over Bonnie's shoulder. My friend glared daggers at Bonnie. I broke the kiss, my cheeks suddenly red like I had done something wrong. Alice marched across the bridal shop, pushed past Bonnie, and kissed me just as boldly.

And for twice as long.

The kiss was great, her lips soft and hungry. I closed my eyes, feeling so close to my friend. My arms went around her, holding her. She clutched to me. Possessive, almost jealous. Her lips moved against mine with a desperate intensity.

When we broke the kiss, I had to pant to catch my breath. I gave her a studying look. Why was she acting jealous?

"Why am I not surprised that you sleep with your bridesmaids, too," Bonnie giggled.

"Well, I hope not all of them," Alice said, an edge to her voice. Jealousy? No, that couldn't be it. "Two of them are her sisters."

* * *

Alice Perry

Mary laughed off my comment. Of course she wasn't sleeping with her sisters. That was disgusting. But why did she have to kiss Bonnie? My stomach knotted as my heart raced. I wanted to seize Mary again, kiss her, hold her, show the world she was mine.

Even if she really wasn't.

Yet.

"It's great to see you, Alice," Mary smiled. "And you know Shannon and Missy. No, wait, I'm being an idiot. Of course you know them."

"Hey, Alice," Shannon said and hugged me. My jealousy banished away. Shannon and I were best friends in high school. "It's good to see you."

"I hear you're engaged," I said then kissed Shannon on the cheek. "To George, right?"

Shannon beamed. "I guess I'll need to come back and start shopping for my wedding dress."

"Well, I'm happy for you." I gave her another warm hug.

Shannon held me tight and whispered, "So, you'll bang my little sister but not me."

My cheeks went crimson. "I...what...?"

Shannon laughed. "You are so easy to tease, Alice." Shannon gave me a kiss on the cheek. "And how's Dean doing?"

I winced inside. I didn't want to talk about my husband. He didn't understand me. Not like Mary did. It was a mistake for me to marry Dean. I never should have. Just like it was a mistake for Mary to marry Mark.

Not that I could convince her. Even when he left her crying her eyes out in Seattle she still went back to him.

Instead of bringing any of that up, I went with the safer option. I ruffled Missy's hair. "How's it hanging, pipsqueak?"

Missy scowled at me as she patted at her hair. "I'm eighteen now. I'm not a little girl anymore."

I couldn't help smiling at the petite girl. I hugged her. "But you'll always be my little pipsqueak."

I heard Missy grinding her teeth. Mary caught my eyes and gave me a cautioning look. No doubt she wanted to head off a famous Missy-tantrum before it started. I had spent enough time at the Sullivan house to experience my share.

"C'mon, let's look at the bridesmaids dresses," Mary said. "Unless you want me to put you in something just ugly."

"You wouldn't!" Missy fixed her sister with an accusing look.

"Well, it's my special day, and I do not want my little sister looking hotter than me," Mary grinned at her sister.

Missy let out a shriek, stamping her feet then marched off into the shop, Antsy following after. I followed Mary as we browsed the store, my heart thudding. I so wanted to blurt out how much I loved her. I had to wait. Patience.

She would be mine.

"Hmm," Mary said, pulling a ruffled, pale-blue dress from the rack. "Let's see how this looks on you."

"But I like this cream one," Missy complained, holding up a dress.

"Then go try it on," Mary told her. "And we'll see which dress looks nicer."

"This one," I smiled and took the dress from Mary.

I walked to the changing room Mary followed after but didn't walk in with me. I hung the dress on the rack and quickly stripped, my pussy on fire. I needed to make love to Mary. She was so intoxicating to be around. No woman was beautifuler than her.

I took a deep breath once I was naked and, hoping it wasn't too obvious why I called her in, said, "Um, Mary, could you help me with this?"

The door opened and Mary slipped in, a smile on her lips. She knew why I called her in and it amused her. I didn't care. Her eyes drank in my naked body. I preened for her, smiling, one finger toying with a black curl at my neck.