The devil's pact - S01 E14

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The devil's pact - S01 E14

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

Jessie was screaming, "Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt!"

I looked around the crowd and saw a young couple, mid-twenties, watching us intently. The man was average looking, with an athletic build. The woman with him was a petite blonde. She was wearing a purple dress with a loose, flowing skirt that fell to just below her knees and a tanktop blouse with a plunging neckline that revealed a magnificent bosom. For such a petite women, she had such a large pair of tits. A wedding ring glinted on her hand and a gold band gleamed on the man's.

I stared intently at the wife and she blushed. God this was hot. I smiled at her and the husband glanced at his wife and then started staring daggers at me. Licking my lips suggestively at the wife, I gripped Jessie's hips and switched to slow, deep stokes. It was driving Jessie crazy. She begged me to go fast again. I was enjoying her velvety cunt gripping my entire cock as I fucked her slowly. It felt so damned amazing. "God," I moaned. "You feel so good, Jessie."

"You too, sir," she panted. "You're filling me up! Oh, fuck! Faster! Oh, faster, please!"

"Fuck that bitch, fast!" some guy yelled from the spectators.

"Yeah, give it to the whore hard!" another guy shouted.

That was a great idea. So, I picked up the pace, fucking Jessie hard and fast. My balls were tightening, slapping against her clit every time I bottomed out. "Oh, fuck!" I moaned, plunging once more, deep into her cunt's embrace and unload my sperm deep into her.

Jessie panted. "Are you satisfied, sir."

"I am, thanks," I said as I pulled my cock out of her cunt, my cum ran out of her pink pussy.

Jessie moaned in disappointment. "Maybe you want to stick it back in, have another go?"

"I'll stick it in you, bitch!" a spectator called out.

I did want to have another go, but not with Jessie. I glanced at the wife and saw her eyes were staring down at my glistening dick. "Just stay like that, Jessie," I told her, then I turned to the wife. "The women in the purple dress, come here."

As she stepped forward, her husband grabbed her arm, stopping her. She struggled hard in his grip. "What the hell, Erin?" he demanded.

"Let me go, Bill," she protested. "I need to go to him. Please, Bill."

"Let go of Erin," I ordered him. He released his wife and she stumbled forward, almost falling. Regaining her balance, she walked behind the counter and stood next to me, looking up at me.

Erin was short, barely coming up to my chin. I could smell the herbal shampoo she used to wash her hair with. Staring down at her I saw that the roots of her hair were dark brown, so not a natural blonde, and her eyes were a hazel, brown with flecks of brilliant green. Bill followed his wife behind the counter, face reddening with anger. He was muttering under his breath and was starting to pace. I was pretty sure he was working up the courage to hit me. I glanced over at Jessie, still bent over the counter. "You need to cum, Jessie?" I asked her.

"So bad," she moaned, shaking that fine ass. "Please, stick your cock back in."

"Bill, fuck Jessie," I ordered. "Don't stop until she cums. Bill was moving towards Jessie and fumbling at his pants, almost tripping in his haste to get to her wet cunt.

"What the fuck are you doing, William," his wife asked icily. She tried to grab her husband, but he easily pulled out of her grip, and buried himself into Jessie's wet cunt with a low sigh. She started slapping her husband's back and trying to pull him off. "Stop fucking that girl, Bill! Christ, what the fuck are you doing."

"I can't stop," Bill moaned, hips pumping away. "I just have to fuck her!"

"Mmmhh," moaned Jessie. "That's better. Give me a nice fuck, sir!"

"How're those sloppy seconds, Bill?" I asked

"Oh, god," he moaned. "She so wet. And tight. Crap, that's nice!"

"William Connar," Erin cried, hurt painting her face. "Why are you doing this?"

I pulled Erin to me and she wiggled in my grip. "Don't resist," I whispered as I cupped her face in my hand. She relaxed in my arms. Tears swam in her hazel eyes. "Erin, you want to get back at Bill, don't you?"

"Yes," she hissed, fighting back her tears. Her lips were red and full so I kissed them. She froze, not fighting, but not kissing me back, either. I realized I only told her not to resist.

"Good, hop up on that counter next to Jessie, and fuck me," I told her. "That'll show him."

"It will," she snarled and hopped up on the counter, sitting next to her husband fucking Jessie. She spread her legs, the shadow between her thighs promised pleasures to come.

"Bill, I'm going to eat your wife's pussy till she cums," told him as he fucked Jessie hard. "Then, I'm gonna stick my cock up her cunt and cum deep in her."

"What!" Bill demanded angrily, still fucking Jessie hard. "Don't touch my wife, asshole."

"Oh, you're one to complain, balls deep in that hussy!" his wife retorted.

"Sorry," Bill apologized. "I just couldn't resist!"

"Bastard!" Erin hissed.

I knelt before her and pushed up her skirt, exposing a purple thong covering her pussy. I pulled her thong down and exposed a beautiful, shaved pussy. Her inner lips were large, thick, and protruded an inch out of her slit. I stroked the lips of her cunt with a finger and her juices started to bead on her labla and her clit started to engorge. I swiped my tongue, tasting her musky flavor. Erin moaned as my tongue found her clit, swirling around the hard nub.

"Oh, god, Mark knows his way around a pussy," Erin gasped, vindictively. "Unlike some men I know."

"I try," Bill complained.

"Not hard enough," Erin retorted. "Fuck, his tongue is wiggling inside me. Keep doing that!"

"You always complaining and nagging. Nothing I do is good enough for you, Erin@"

Erin moaned, rubbing her cunt on my face. "Oh, fuck! That's good! And I wouldn't complain if you weren't fucking some fucking whore."