The devil's pact - S01 E09

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The devil's pact - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

"Oh, god you're so sexy!" Mark moaned, his fingers hooking into my panties and pulling them down my legs.

And then he was in me, fucking me hard from behind. I fell onto my elbows on the hood and gasped in pleasure as he filled my pussy with his hard cock, his balls slapping against my clit. I moaned, long and loud, delighting how wonderful it filled up with his cock. He pulled back, his cock rubbing sweetly against my pussy walls, and then thrust hard inside me again. And again. Pleasure tingled though my body, my nerves on fire with lust.

"My sweet filly!" Mark gasped. "My sweet, wild filly!"

"Oh, fuck me!" moaned. "Fuck your filly! Fuck me, you big stallion. Oh, God! Your cock so good!"

Mark was fucking me hard and fast. My clit rubbed pleasurable on the cold metal on his car, contrasting with Mark's hot cock filling my pussy. I gasped as he pulled my ponytail, hard, yanking my head back. I felt so slutty. "Ride your filly," I moaned. "Ride me hard!"

I looked up and saw a teenage boy, maybe fifteen, filming us with his phone at the ally entrance. With a naughty smile I winked at the boy. Then, I rose up off my elbows, using my hands support me, so the teenager could see my tits bouncing as my stallion fucked me. I had nothing to be ashamed of. Mark was right. My breasts were beautiful. I grasped my nipple and pinched it between my fingers. I was a naughty, dirty slut. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, and squeezed my pussy on Mark's hard cock

"My filly's so tight!" Mark moaned. "Oh, god. I'm cumming!"

My pussy contracted fast and hard as Mark's cum shot inside me. Hot and thick and triggering my own orgasm. I threw back my head and yelled wordless as the pleasure crashed through my body. Panting, Mark fucked me a few more times as my pussy milked the last of his cum. Sighing softly, I stood up, pressing my back against his soft chest. Mark's arms wrapped about my waist, hugging me tightly. His fingers caressed my stomach and played with my curly pubic hair. His cock was going soft in my pussy as he nibbled on my neck. We were in our own world of happiness.

And then I saw teenage boy was still filming, and our private world vanished.

While the teenager watching us fuck made me feel hot and sexy.

The teenager watching us cuddle just ruined the Intimacy. I glared at the boy and he just smirked. "Mark, some teenager is filming us," I whispered.

"Go home!" Mark shouted at the teenage punk. Clearly bummed, the kid jumped on his skateboard and headed off. Mark pulled out of me and I felt his cum starting to run down my thighs. I pulled my panties and pants up as Mark put his cock away. "The kid kinda ruined the moment," Mark said regretfully."

"Yeah," I replied. "Although, it made the sex hotter."

Mark chuckled and kissed me. "Such a naughty filly."

Smiling, I reached into the car and found my bra. Mark had broken the clasp in his haste. I held I up to him, shaking my head. "It's not that hard to unclasps them, Mark," said in amusement."

"Sorry" Mark said, sheepishly. "I'll get you another. Speaking of clothes, we got to get you in something more flattering than that polo shirt. All though, your ass looks amazing in those pants. Where's your place at?"

My place was also Mike's place and guilt boiled in my stomach. 1 ....I live... I mean, I lived with Mike. After what I did..." I tralled off. shaking my head. I never thought I would cheat on Mike. Even if I did it with my soulmate. I consoled myself by remembering that Mike had probably cheated on me with that big-titted tramp from his work. He had denied it, repeatedly, telling me I was just jealous and overreacting. He was convincing, but the way that bitch looked at him sometimes made me think something must have happened.

Mark nodded. "Yeah, that was pretty mean of me," he said. "So don't feel bad, okay Mare." It was sweet of Mark to try and assuage my guilt. And it did help a little. "It was just so..." he trailed off. searching for a word.

"Naughty?"

That boyish grin came back and he nodded. "It was. So naughty."

"So, I don't think I can face him, not yet." I reached into the car and grabbed my black polo and pulled it over my head. The fabric rasped pleasantly on my nipples, still a little sensitive from my orgasm.

"Okay, Mare. Let's go shopping. Get you some new clothes."

I hugged Mark in delight. Mike never wanted to go shopping with me. Remembering how badly Mike treated me also helped a lot to make me feel less guilty. "Okay, let's go shopping."

We got back into his dirty car. Mark was definitely going to need to clean his car if he expected me to ride in it. Mark turned the key and the engine starting with a loud sputter.

Mark drove us out of the parking lot and onto Pacific Ave, the main road through Spanaway and Parkland and into Tacoma. As we drove, I realized that Mark and I had done just about every sex act I had heard of, and I didn't even know his last name. So I asked him.

Mark blinked at me. "Wow. I guess we don't really know much about each other. Well, let's see." He paused, thinking. "I'm Mark Glassner. I'm twenty-seven. Umm, I've been working shitty jobs since I was eighteen. Currently, I sell vacuum-cleaners door-to- door."

I couldn't help laughing at that. "People still do that?"

"Not that successfully," Mark answered. "Most people listen politely, then politely tell me to go fuck myself."

"Well, Mark, I'm surprised you're not that good at it. Since you convinced three strange girls to have an orgy with you." I furrowed my eyebrows and wondered how he had done that. His voice was just so commanding, you just obeyed him. Was it something you could learn?

Mark seemed a little uncomfortable, so I changed the subject. I would pry that secret out of him, eventually. I had my whole life ahead to do it. "What about your family?" I asked.

"I have a little sister," Mark said. "Although, I guess Antsy not so little any more since she started college last year."

"Antsy? That's a...um...unique name." I was trying not to giggle.

"It's short for Samantha," Mark explained. "When she was a little kid she couldn't sit still so my dad started calling her Antsy. My sister still lives with my parents while she's going to school, but I .... 1, um, moved out when I was eighteen."

His voice sounded bitter and I sensed some pain. I rubbed his thigh consolingly. "My mother wasn't a great parent," I told Mark in an understanding tone

"It was my dad," Mark said after a long pause. "He was fine until I was eleven, and then he hurt his back, or so he claimed. He was a longshoreman at the Port of Tacoma and so he couldn't work anymore and he went on disability.

Money got tight. My mom had to start working and my dad," Mark snorted with derision. "My dad started drinking. And then he started getting abusive. To me. To my mom. And sometimes even Antsy. I stood up to him when I got older and realized I was as strong as him. So the bastard kicked me out when graduated high school. I've tried a bunch of times to convince my mom to leave him, but she won't. She says she loves him, but think she's too scared of being alone. Since I moved out, my mom claims that he stopped hitting her. But..."

"But, you think she's just trying to protect you," I finished, squeezing his thigh reassuringly. He nodded.

Mark cleared his throat. He was doing that guy thing where they pretend they weren't about to cry. "So, what about you," he croaked, voice thick with suppress emotion. He cleared his throat again. "What's your last name?"

"Sullivan," I answered, immediately. "I'm nineteen. I have two sisters. Shannoni's my older sister and Missy's my younger sister."

"I definitely need to stop thinking of my sister as a kid since I'm dating someone the same age," Mark quipped.

"You're just a cradle robber," I joked back. "Seducing innocent young girls with your lecherous ways."

We stopped at a red light and Mark bent over and kissed me, "Guilty as charged," he whispered, kissing my cheek and nuzzling at my neck. The light turned green and a horn blared behind us. Mark grinned boyishly at me and continued driving.

"I work part-time at Starbucks. Or, at least did," I flushed as I savored the memory of what we did this morning. "It was helping to pay for college, so I hope you step up your vacuum-cleaner salesmanship to keep me in the poor lifestyle I've become accustomed to."

"Money's not going to be a problem, Mare," he told me with confidence. That nickname, Mare, was starting to grow on me. I kinda wished I had one for him. Mark doesn't really shorten into anything. Except Mar. And that sounds silly. Maybe Ark? No. He's not a big boat with a bunch of animals on board. Stallion was a fantastic nickname for when we were fucking, but seerned a little too weird to use otherwise.

"So, where are you going to school?"

"I'm attending DeVry up in Federal Way," I answered, "working on a

graphic design degree."