The Devil's Pact - S01 E173

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E173

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 173

I was just lonely...and my lover was there for me. And I just panicked. She started sobbing and in embraced her and held her as she sobbed incoherently.

Mary paid for the pizza when it arrived, and it sat on the coffee table, growing colder and colder, as I held my mother. Mary was crying, as well, tears running down her face as she watched us. Finally, my mom's sobs decreased into tiny hiccups and then she pushed away from me and wiped at her tears.

She saw the pizzas. "It's okay, if you want eat," she said. "I...I..." She took another sip of her wine. "He was going to do something." she whispered to herself, trying to convince herself that she was right to shoot him. She took another sip of wine. "He was a bastard. He's never going to hurt me again."

I squeezed her hand. "I love you, mom," I told her.

"Thank you, Mark." She ruffled my hair, a tremulous smile on her face. "You always were a good boy."

The pizza was cold, but I was starving, so I didn't care. My mom nibbled at a slice, and looked at Mary. "That's a lovely top, dear," she said, stroking the fabric of Mary's blouse. "I like the feel of it."

Thank you, Sandy," Mary replied, smiling flirtily, "I like the color of your robe."

"This old thing," my mom dismissed with a flush. "You are quite beautiful, Mark's a lucky guy. I hope he treats you right."

"Oh, he does, Sandy," Mary said, archly. "I have no complaints."

"Good," Sandy said. "A pretty little thing like you deserves to be treated right. I enjoyed talking to you on the phone the other day. It was so stimulating"

I bet it was stimulating, mom, thought with a smile. Mary's had made a wish with the Devil to have all women desire her, and it worked over the phone, apparently. My mom had gotten so horny talking to Mary, she started masturbating. It had been hot, realizing my mom was masturbating while on speaker phone with me and my fiancee.

"I enjoyed it too," Mary said with a wicked smile. Mary had started rubbing her cunt when she had realized what my mom had been doing. "It was a very pleasurable conversation. I couldn't wait for you to come over. I hope you can come over and over...to our house."

"Hmm, I would love to come again," my mom purred. "I want to know every thing about you, cutie."

My mom hugged my fiancee, rubbing her body against her. Mary smiled and hugged her back, stroking her back. My mom was nuzzling at her neck, whispering, "You smell so lovely."

Mary smiled happily and when they broke the hug, my mom's nipples could be seen pressing hard against her housecoat. Mary made eye contact with me and motioned for me to leave. To make my sex slaves immune to a nuns control, I needed to fuck my mom and have the slave drink our combined cum from her pussy. The only problem was, my powers didn't work on my mom.

Luckily, Mary's did. We planned on having Mary seduce my mother tomorrow night when she came over for dinner. Once Mary got her in bed and horny, she'd convince my mom to fuck me. With her wish, Mary could get any woman to do any sex act, no matter how depraved. I just needed to give them some privacy and let Mary do her thing.

"Shit," I said, pulling out my phone. My mom jumped, seemingly forgetting that I was there and flushing in embarrassment. "There's an emergency at my rental property," I lied.

"You have a rental property," my mom asked, surprised.

"I invested in real estate with some of my poker winnings," lied. I was telling our families I won money in a poker tournament. "There's a burst pipe. I got to take care of this. I'm really sorry."

"Oh, okay," my mom said, then placed her hand on Mary's thigh, rubbing it. "I'm sure Mary and I will find something pleasant to do."

"I'm sure we will, Sandy," Mary said with a throaty laugh.

My cock was painfully hard as I walked out of the living room. Outside, red-head 09, the bodyguard watching the house, leaned against her Milton Police Department patrol car. She had a nice pair of tits that filled out her half open blouse. Her legs looked beautiful, clad in thigh-high, black boots and barely covered by her short skirt. Leaning against the car, you could almost see her pussy, and her parted thighs looked so inviting.

"I'm sorry to hear about your father, sir," 09 consoled.

I wasn't. "He was a bastard," spat and walked up to her. My cock needed relief and 09 would be wet and willing for me.

She smiled when I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock, spreading her legs wider. "Hmm, let me make you feel all better." she purred, lifting up her skirt to expose her fiery-red bush.

I shoved up against her and thrust into her cunt, angrily. I fucked her hard, pounding her dirty cunt. Anger was bolling through me. The bastard went and died before I could tell him how I felt. "You are a fucking asshole!" shouted at my dad as I fucked 09, my eyes squeezed shut. "You're a worm. A goddamn coward who could only feel like a big man when beating his tiny wife or his kid! And now you are fucking dead! Too scared to face your son grown as a man! To afraid of what I'd do to you." I wasnt making sense, a tiny part of me realized, just ranting. Letting all the anger and hurt pour out of me as I pounded 09's cunt. "I wanted to crush you. To strangle you. To feel your life pulse beneath my fingers!"

I could feel it, I realized, that frantic pulse of life in my hands. The beating of a heart as blood pumped through tiny arteries. That flutter of life being slowly squeezed out. I fucked faster and harder at 09. squeezed harder and tighter at my dad's throat. I had to kill him. Why didn't I do it earlier. Why didn't I confront my father sooner. Then my mom wouldn't be wracked by the guilt of doing it herself. I had the power. For a week, I could have marched in and protected my mom. But I left her, abandon her to my dad while I enjoyed myself. Why didn't I step in sooner.

Because you're the coward, a voice whispered back. You're still that cowardly little boy, deep inside, scared of your father.

The cunt I was in spasmed hard on my cock as the slut came, milking my cock for my seed. I exploded. My cum out of my cock, painting the sluts insides with sticky cum, and my emotions out of my soul, as tears poured out my eyes, running wet down my cheeks..

I was the coward. It was my fault. Sobs were rocking my body. I could have stopped all this, but I was still scared of my dad. I was still that little boy, deep inside, I looked at 09 through blurry eyes, her face purple as she struggled to breath. My hands were at her throat, squeezing her. When did that happen?

I let go and stumbled back. 09 fell to her knees, coughing, struggling to breathe. Guilt and shame burned inside me. What was happening? I could of killed her. I cried into my hands. My dad was dead. My dad was dead and I would never get to see him again. I don't even remember the last time I saw him, or what he said to me. My ernotions were all mixed up, anger, hatred, love, grief.

A woman hugged me, her red hair silk against my face. "Shh, it's okay, 09 cooed, her voice raspy. Even after I strangled her, she still loved me. What choice did she have, I made her love me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to her. "I'm sorry hurt you."

"It's okay, sir," she whispered. "It was so exciting. I came so hard when you were choking me. You could do it again, if you want." I had heard being strangled makes sex more intense. I guess it was true. "I'm yours to do with as you please, sir."

"No, forget that it happened," told her. "We just had regular sex.

"Thank you for fucking me, sir," she said, wiping at my tears. "I'm glad my slutty cunt satisfied you, sir."

"Yeah, it did," I said, standing up. I breathed in deeply, regaining control of my emotions. Dad was dead. I had arrangements to make.

The ringing phone woke me up.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. It was two in the morning. After last night I needed to get some sleep. Antsy and I had taken this guy back to our motel room from some bar to fuck. I figured, let a guy get Antsy all hot and bothered and then I could have an easy time fucking her so I could perform the Prayer of Avvah on her.

It worked.

And while Travis and Antsy both passed out after they came, they eventually woke up, horny, finding me masturbating away. I fucked Travis and then I went down on Antsy, licking up the sloppy mess Travis left in her cunt. I was looking forward to her going down on me. She had a tongue piercing and I always heard that it made cunnilingus feel so much better. But Antsy had sobered up to much and would just finger me.

So when Antsy wanted to go out, I pleaded exhaustion. I may look eighteen, but I was feeling all of my forty-four years. So I crawled into bed and fell asleep. And I was enjoying that sleep before the phone rang.