The devil's pact - S01 E10

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The devil's pact - S01 E10

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Mark smiled and nodded appreciatively. "I didn't know I was dating a talented artist. I would love to see your work."

I blushed. "I'm not that good," said. People, mostly my dad and my sisters, said my art was amazing or beautiful. I, however, always saw my flaws and mistakes. "But, I'll show you, if you want."

He squeezed my hand on his thigh and brought it up to his lips, kissing my fingertips. "I do." He held onto my hand, driving with just his left. Mark turned right onto 512, the freeway towards South Hill and its mall. "You said you're mom wasn't that great of a person?" he asked, merging onto the freeway.

I hesitated. I didn't like talking about my mom. Mark squeeze my hand reassuringly. "You don't need to talk about it, if its to painful."

I breathed deeply. Mark was my soulmate. He deserved to know. "When I was six, my mom...." I broke off, wiping at the tears welling in my eyes. Even after so many years it was painful. My mom left a wound in my heart that opened every time I thought about her. "She left my dad. She was cheating on him and just ran off with this musician." I paused, fighting back sobs. How could that whore abandon us.

I regained my composure enough to continue. "Dad was a wonderful parent and did his best to raise me and my sisters. But mom's abandonment hurt him deeply. Hurt all of us, deeply. He didn't smile as much and had hard time dating women. I think he found it hard to trust after that. My mom didn't even tell anyone she was leaving, just packed a suitcase and left a note. Dad showed it to me when I was older. She wrote that she wasn't happy with her family. She wanted to have fun, go out partying. To enjoy wild sex. She wrote that my sisters and I were just holding her back with responsibility."

The tears were flowing now. It still hurt after all these years. What mother abandons her children so she could have fun. And never once in the last thirteen years had the whore ever as much as sent a birthday card. Dad said she didn't even contest the divorce. Just signed away her parental rights so she could whore around with that musician.

Of course, I'm just as much a whore. I cheated on Mike and then

ditched him. Sobs wracked my body as I realized that I was my

mother. How could this have happened? Oh God, how did I

become her?

Mark's arms enveloped me, pulled me into his chest. His hands

stroked my hair, gently. I was crying so hard that I didn't even

notice him pulling over to the shoulder. He rocked me in his armsς, and whispered, "Shh, it's okay, I'm not going to abandon you. Shh."

"That's...not..." I sobbed, trying to speak. I started to hiccup. "I'm hic... my mother! I'm just as... hic... bad! I'm a ... hic... a whore!"

"No you're not," Mark whispered, kissing my forehead. "You're an angel, not a whore. You and Mike were just dating. You didn't marry him. You guys didn't have any kids. You didn't abandon your family to go have fun." I nodded and hiccuped. My tears stopped and I sniffed loudly. I rubbed at my eyes, wiping tears away.

"And your dad never treated your mom badly, right?" Mark asked. "Never was an asshole to her, like Mike was to you?" Dad was always sweet to mom. They never even fought. I had thought they were in love. "No. Dad loved her. We were always catching them kissing."

"Did Mike ever love you," Mark asked. "Or did he just love sleeping with you?"

I thought about it. Mike was always at me for sex, but I had to badger him to take me out on dates or just to spend time with me. And I never felt half as intensely about Mike as I did for Mark. He was a candle compared to the bonfire of my love for Mark. I realized what Mike and I had was just teenage lust. Mark was right. I smiled in relief. Thank God, I wasn't my mother.

"Thank you," whispered. Mark kissed my cheek and he must be tasting the salt of my tears. Then he was kissing my neck, nibbling and sucking and probably leaving a hickey to match the one he gave me earlier. There was a click, and my seatbelt was released. I watched in confusion as Mark leaned back into his seat and pulled out his hard cock and then pulled out off the shoulder and back onto the freeway, accelerating quickly. He grinned at me and I licked my lips, realizing what Mark wanted me to do

"I've always wanted to have my cock sucked while driving," Mark confided in me.

Mark had been so sweet to me, so was more than happy to fulfill

his fantasy. I bent over, lowering my face into his lap and sucked

the pink tip into my mouth. I traced the mushroom head with my

tongue, feeling it balloon in my mouth. His cock tasted of my

pussy, sweet and spicy. A semi-truck honked his hom as he

passed and I got wet kriowing he could see me sucking Mark's

cock, I rubbed my sticky thighs together in pleasure. Mark moaned

and it made me feel happy knowing he was happy. I relaxed my

throat and lowered my mouth all the way down his shaft until his pubic hair ticked my lips and nose. I rose up, lips rubbing the ridge of his cock head, tongue playing with his urethra.

I sucked hard and Mark groan, "Fuck that's good. You're mouth's amazing, Mare."

I deep-throated him again and settled into a slow rhythm. Rising up, playing with his head and then slowly devouring his cock, sucking hard. I cupped his balls, feeling their round hardness in his sack. His hand gripped the back of my head and he started to force me up and down faster and harder. I could feel his balls tightened in my hands and I knew he was about to cum. I slid my mouth up so only the head was inside.

"Here it cums, Mare," he moaned.

His cum was thick and salty in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it poured in faster than I could handle. Warm cum escaped my lips. The car swerved wildly and I almost bit his cock in surprise. I sat up, cum running down my chin.

"What happened?" asked as I scooped up the white and sticky cum with my fingers and licked them clean.

"Hmm?" he asked, coming off his orgasm. "That was amazing, but we probably shouldn't do that again."

"Why," I asked, buckling my seatbelt.

"I almost wrecked the car when I came."

I giggled. "Yeah, maybe we shouldn't do that again." My pussy was still on fire and I rubbed my thighs together, my clit rubbing against my panties.

"You need to cum, Mare?" I nodded. Mark was exiting the freeway and merging onto Meridian. "Well, I know just how to satisfy you."

"How?" asked, intrigued, squeezing my thighs hard together. Mark pulled off Meridian into a strip mall across the street from the South Hill Mall and parked in front of the Heavenly Creatures Salon. "What are we doing?"

"Well, don't take this the wrong way," Mark said. "But like my pussies smooth."

"You want me to get waxed?" I asked, and he nodded. I had shaved my pussy once, for Mike. But it was uncomfortable, shaving my vulva, and I got a bad case of razor burn. Mike begged me for weeks to shave it again, but it was such a bad experience that I didn't do it again.

"You can get whatever wax you want, I would just love for your pussy lips to be smooth and bare."

I thought for a moment. Mark seemed excited by the idea. And I wanted to making him happy. "Okay." Maybe waxing wouldn't be as bad as shaving.

We walked into the salon. It reeked of nail polish remover and hair spray and I felt a little light headed. A bored receptionist asked us to sign in and two middle-aged women read magazines on cushioned chairs. Mark gave a few, commanding orders to the staff and customers. In a few minutes, all the girls that worked in the salon lined up before us while the customers watched, including four more from the salon itself in various. There were some cute girls working here that just made my pussy wetter.

"Which one would you like to eat your pussy?" Mark asked me. I guess Mark really wanted me to enjoy getting waxed

Which was fine with me and I grinned as I looked over the girls. Most were Southeast Asians. Thai or Vietnamese. I eyed them over, lusting after pretty faces and the curves of their body. I licked my lips. I thought about the tall girl with bubblegum pink hair and large breasts straining at her loose blouse. Her face was round and her lips lush. Another girl combined a plump curviness with a sultry smile. But the petite, Vietnamese girl with the doll face and shy eyes stoked my fires. She was wearing the tightest, pink jeans that hugged her ass and rode low on her hips. A flowery, low cut halter top that showed off a small pair of breasts. I pointed at her and Mark motioned her over.

"What's your name," Mark asked her.

"Joy," she answered. Her voice was rich and musical, like a songbird.

"Well, Joy, I want you to give Mary whatever type of wax she wants for free." Joy nodded in agreement. "After your finished, I want you to eat her pussy until she cums."

"Yes, sir," Joy said, and flushed shyly.

"You ever been with a woman?" Mark asked her. She shook her head. I about creamed my panties. I was going pop her lesbian cherry.