The Devil's Pact Pt. 16

"Yes," I groaned, sinking into her barely-legal snatch. "Isn't that nice?"

"Yes, sir! Oh, yes! My pussy needed that!"

Her silky pussy lips clung to my shaft as I slid into her warm, tight opening. Jerri moaned as I fucked her, working her hips as her soft, juicy pussy massaged my shaft. My balls ached as I pounded her against the door

"Umm, wouldn't you like some privacy?" the flustered receptionist asked.

"Naw, I like an audience," I answered, fucking Jerri with slow, short thrusts. "It's so fucking hot. Keep watching as I pound her."

"Yes, yes! Watch!" gasped Jeri. The slut wrapped her legs around my hips.

I held her ass. She was light, maybe a hundred pounds. I squeezed her perky butt-cheeks through her jean skirt as I pounded her. She writhed her hips, undulating against me as she moaned and gasped in my ear.

"Ever had someone watch you having sex, Jerri?"

"No," she moaned.

"It's exciting being watched, isn't it?"

Jerri's breath was hot on my ear as she answered, "It's so hot! And your cock! Oh, yes, it feels so good in me."

I fucked her a little faster, a little harder. Her cunt had a velvety grip on my cock. I stroked through her warm, wet tunnel. She was tight. She may not be virgin, but she hadn't had much experience. Her legs were vices around my waist as she wiggled her hips, bucking up to meet my thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she panted, grinding her clit against my pubic bone.

Behind her, the door into the main office banged against its hinges every time I thrust into her. It accompanied us. I pounded her, wanting to see how loud it would rattle.

"What the fuck is going on?" a male voice roared behind me. A fit, tall man in his fifties strode down from his office. His blonde hair was cut short and turning white with age. Fierce, blue eyes glared at me.

"It's okay," I said. "I'm Mark Glassner, and it's okay for me to fuck your students. Everything I do is right."

The anger deflated out of the man, his shoulders falling. "I...yeah, of course, Mark. Wait, that Mark?"

"Yep," I grinned as I I continued to fuck the young slut. "Are you the school's dean?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

"I bet you've always wanted to fuck a student," I asked. My balls ached. I loved all the eyes on me, witnessing my power as I enjoyed Jerri's tight cunt. My orgasm was just moments away. I fucked the slut harder, savoring her moans.

"I always have," the dean answered, but then quickly added, "But I would never touch one! That's against the rules."

"Today's your lucky day. Jerri here is going to go in your office, bend over your desk, and let you have some sloppy seconds. I want you to enjoy yourself."

"Shit!" he cursed. "I...fuck." He swallowed. "Yeah, okay." Then he smiled, a hungry kind of smile as my powers gave him permission to enjoy his fantasies.

My balls tightened. I pounded Jeri's sweet snatch harder. The door banged loudly behind us. She panted in my ear as pleasure rushed through her body. No words came out as she orgasmed, just her delightful squeals.

Her pussy massaged my cock. My dick throbbed. I squeezed her ass and groaned through my gritted teeth as I flooded her young cunt with my jizz. I drew back and slammed in again as the pleasure shuddered through me.

"Wow," she moaned as I pulled out of her. She slid to the floor, my cum leaking out of her cunt.

"The dean's waiting," I commanded.

"Yes," she nodded, forcing herself to stand up.

With an excited smile, and bulging crotch, the dean took Jeri by the hand and led her into his office. Moments later, a low, throaty moan and the slap of flesh came from the deans office. "Oh, god! Your cunt is as tight as I thought, Jeri! Oh, you're one nasty slut!"

"Have a good one," I nodded to the flustered secretary. I paused. "You look horny. Why don't you masturbate and relieve the tension."

"I...yes, sir," she moaned and thrust her hands down behind the desk.

I smiled and left the office to find the virgins.

* * *

Agent Noel Heinrich -- Tacoma, WA

"Okay, we're going to be set up around the cult's building here," I said to the five agents the SAC had given me for the surveillance. I pointed to the satellite photo of Fife, circling the target building. "We'll be in two teams and we'll setup here and here."

The agents all nodded, writing down their notes.

"The cult is plotting a murder-for-higher, and their--"

The door opened and SAC Kemp walked in along with another FBI agent I didn't recognize. She wore a burnt-orange pantsuit and had a stern, prudish face. Her short, honey-brown haircut only added to her disapproving stature.

"Yes, sir?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Come with me, Heinrich," the SAC ordered. "The rest of you are released to your regular duties."

My stomach lurched. "But, sir, what about the surveillance op? We need to--"

"This is Agent Hatheway from OPR. She has a few questions for you."

I glanced at the stern-faced woman. The Office of Professional Responsibility was the FBI's internal investigations. My stomach twisted. "This is very important, sir. They're plotting to kill someone."

"Yeah, Mark Glassner. A terrorist," the SAC growled.

"So? It's still a crime, sir." I had to protect Master.

"Come along, Heinrich," he snapped.

"Fine, sir." I had no choice. I was Master's spy. If I tried to resist, they would just arrest me and then what use would I be? I trembled as I followed the SAC and Agent Hatheway to a small interrogation room. A tape recorder lay on the middle of the table.

Agent Hatheway motioned to a seat as she sat down on the opposite side. She turned on the tape recorder. "Agent Cadence Hatheway, Friday, June 14th, 10:05, interviewing Agent Noel Heinrich. SAC Calvin Kemp also present."

I swallowed.

"You seem very eager to pursue this threat against the terrorist Mark Glassner," Agent Hatheway said.

It took all my self-control not to claw her eyes out. Master wasn't a terrorist.

"The cult are plotting to kill someone," I answered. "Is that not a matter for law enforcement, even if the target of the plot is a terrorist?"

"Your partner, Agent Peterson, has been compromised by Mark Glassner's gas in the botched raid yesterday morning. Why weren't you?"

"I didn't go in," I answered. "I recognized the signs and backed away." It was the same lie I had told the SAC yesterday.

"And yet you seem eager to protect Mark Glassner. Just a minute ago, you argued with your superior."

"I just get...carried away. I want to catch this cult as bad as I want to stop Mark Glassner." I answered, my palms growing sweaty.

"Of course you do. You are quite passionate for a case you have had no involvement in until the moment Mark Glassner was threatened."

I wanted to claw her eyes out. My Master was being threatened, and I was stuck answering her questions. I took a deep breath and lied, "I received an alert since Mark's name came up in their investigation. Since I'm the lead agent--"

"You're the lead agent on the Glassner case for now," corrected the SAC.

I swallowed. "Well, since I am still the lead agent, I realized there was an opportunity to make headway in the case against the cult and maybe expose more about Mark Glassner and the source of his mysterious gas."

They grilled me with questions while Master came closer and closer to danger. I hated them both.

Chapter Four

The Living God's forces landed upon the shores of France. But the Demoness Astarte's forces gave fierce resistance. But Tom and his harem of beautiful samurai slaves, led by the graceful Hikaru, broke their backs and forced the opening the Legion required.

--Salvation 5:1-2

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

I walked into the first classroom I came across. "Sorry to interrupt, but I need a moment of your class's time."

"Who are you?" the professor asked, standing up from his desk. "I'm in the middle of a lesson."

"I'm Mark Glassner, Pussy Scout," I introduced myself. People gasped at their desks. I was infamous now. I savored it. "Yep, the guy everyone thinks is a terrorist. I'm looking for some nice, virgin cunts today."

"Get the fuck out of here!" roared the teacher.

I just talked over him, "Everyone sit quietly until I tell you otherwise or until I leave the classroom," I ordered. The professor sat back down, blinking in surprise. A few other students joined him. Fear crossed their faces. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. Nothing I do is wrong or offensive, okay. Now stand up if you're a virgin."

Five boys and seven girls stood up. I didn't mean for the boys to stand up. I was about to tell the guys to sit down when an idea popped into my mind. I had been a virgin through school. It hadn't been fair that all those girls didn't put out for me. Maybe I could help out a fellow shy or unpopular guy. There was plenty of pussy in this school to go around.

"Girls, how many of you still have your hymens?" I asked, wanting to get the important stuff out of the way.

"I used a hairbrush," a redhead blushed while a Black girl muttered, "Gymnastics." A brunette and a Latina girl both lost theirs horseback riding. The other three just blushed, not admitting how they popped their cherries.

"Well, which girl in here's the sluttiest?" I asked. Most of the class pointed to a slightly chubby girl in the back with a cute face, named Addison. "Well, slut, bend over the desk and let these guys bust their first nut."

"Sure," Addison gleefully answered, and I blinked. The girl seemed excited as she pulled down her panties and flipped up her skirt, exposing a pleasantly plump ass and a shaved cunt dripping with fluids.

"Okay, virgin guys, form a line and fuck her hard."

The first virgin guy nervously walked up to the girl, pulling his hardening dick out of his jeans. "I...uh..." he stammered.

"Ohh, just slide it into my twat," Addison moaned, wiggling her hips. "You can do it. I won't bite!"

"Okay." The guy rubbed his cock on her pussy and found her hole.

"Umm, that's a nice cock!" Addison moaned as he slid in.

Then the young man hammered away at Addison, delighting in his first feel of a woman's warm cunt. The other four virgin guys watched, excited to finally get to fuck a girl's pussy and jealous of their classmate who beat them to it.

Addison wantonly moaned, "Ohh, such a nice cock! I love a cock up my naughty snatch! Umm, harder, harder, stud!"

Her moans followed me into the hallway. Those were some lucky boys, Addison was definitely a slut who would satisfy them. I wanted to stick around and watch, but there was only so many hours in the day and I really needed to find a pair of virgins with intact hymens.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I went upstairs to take a quick shower. Afterward, I dug through my underwear drawer, found a red thong, and pulled it over my hips. Next, I pulled on a pair of cute, skinny jeans with scroll-work tracings on the rear pockets that really made my ass look nice. Lastly, I put on purple halter top that didn't quite reach the waist of my jeans and left the back of my thong visible. I fished out some lip gloss from my purse, peach flavored, and applied a coat.

The sluts were waiting for me downstairs. All three were giggling and excited to go out. Alison, our first slut, was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a blue thong on display, and a flower printed belly shirt draped her breasts. Violet, our innocent slut, had white knee socks and a pleated, green skirt. For a top, she wore a green bikini.

"Are you wearing the bottoms?" I asked her when I noticed her top. Violet grinned and flipped up her skirt exposing her tight, naked ass. I reached out and squeezed her cheek. "Naughty slut," I wickedly laughed.

Karen wore tight, hot-pink Lycra shorts with the word "Slut!" printed in sparkly red on her ass and a hot-pink, matching halter top, that had "Nice Tatas!" written in matching letters. She was definitely a slut and had some nice tatas. I licked my lips, my pussy itching.

"Let's go, sluts," I ordered.

We piled into my cute Eos. Karen was entrusted with the GPS. I wasn't that familiar with South Hill, and I had no idea where any of our destinations were. I had check out yelp and found the highest rated florist in South Hill--Nellie's Flowers. Karen guided us there. It was pretty easy; we didn't really need the GPS. We just drove straight up Meridian for twenty or so blocks and pulled into a small shopping center.

Nellie's Flowers was sandwiched between a smoke shop and a teriyaki restaurant. The windows were full of beautiful flowers on display. The four of us piled out and headed into the door. The sweet perfume of flowers wafted over us and a small bell rang above our heads.

"Well, hi there," a sandy-blonde woman said, a big smile across her beautiful face. My pussy clenched. She was just delightful. "Come on in. I'm Nellie and, as you might have guess, the owner."

Nellie was a gorgeous woman wearing unflattering clothing, a pair of mom jeans and a loose, conservative blouse. A gold cross dangled about her throat. Her cheeks colored as I strolled in, my wish affecting her. All women found me attractive.

"I'm Mary," I said, holding out my hand.

She hugged me instead, arms encircling my torso. Her round breasts pressing through her blouse made my nipples tingle. "Welcome!"

I hugged her back and let my hands slide down to cup her ass. She stiffened for a moment as I gave her a squeeze. "Oh, my. You are a friendly one," she gushed but didn't break the hug. She squirmed. She was probably so confused why she was reacting this way.

A back door opened and Nellie jumped away. A man walked in carrying a bag of potting soil. "Oh, hello," he nodded. He was Nellie's age, late twenties, and hand a friendly smile on his plain face. "I'm Larry. I see you've met the missus."

Nellie nodded, her hands smoothing her shirt. And then she saw Violet. "Well, honey, did you forget your top?"

"No," Violet smiled, her pigtails swinging about her shoulders and her small breasts jiggling in her bikini top.

"Oh, well, are you going swimming later?"

"Nope. Just staying cool."

That was my slut.

Larry kept his eyes adverted, though I saw the struggle. Violet was enticing. We all were. Alison shifted her hips, her eyes sizing up Larry, a bold smile on her lips. I knew what that slut was thinking. She was always on the look out to seduce a man.

"So, um, how can I help you...?" Nellie arched her eyebrows.

"Mary. And I'm getting married. So I need flowers."

"Oh, that's wonderful." Nellie gave me another hug, though it was a quick one. She seemed fearful of acting too friendly with her husband around. My pussy was on fire. I wanted to seduce this upright woman into lesbian sin.

"Well, let's start brainstorming," Nellie said, leading me farther back where there was a table. Larry didn't join us; he puttered around, tending to the plants. "So, what's your color theme for your wedding?"

"Um..."

"You haven't thought of one?"

I shook my head.

Nellie grabbed my hand, giving me a squeeze. Her fingers were so light. I smiled and squeezed back. "That's okay. We can figure one out for you."

"I'm so happy I have you to guide me through this," I said. I stroked her fingers.

Nellie's cheeks grew crimson and she jerked her hand back. "Wow, it is getting hot back here."

"Uh-huh," I grinned.

Karen, Alison, and Violet giggled, squirming in their seats.

Nellie talked about flowers. I was attracted to white and pink, and she suggested having purple to add a vibrant splash. My hand drifted below the table and I rested it on her thigh. She froze for a moment, glancing at her husband as he puttered around.

"Tell me more about the flowers," I purred. "Don't mind my hand."

Nellie swallowed as my hand slid up her jeans, squeezing her warm flesh beneath. "What...what are you doing, Mary?"

"Being friendly," I purred, my fingers dipping between her thighs. She parted for me as I pushed higher and higher. "Don't you want me to be friendly?"

"Well...I..."

"Everything going well, honey?" Larry asked, walking by.

"Y-yes, dear," she muttered as my hand, hidden by the table, dipped between her thighs. I rubbed at her crotch and she let out a moan.

"You okay, honey?" he asked.

"Yes." her voice was high-pitched, almost strangled. "Just...um...a cramp."

I rubbed a single finger up and down the groove of her pussy, pressing her jeans and panties into her sex. Alison grinned at me and mouth, "You're so naughty, Mistress."

I winked back.

"Do you need anything?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Thanks, honey."

Larry moved off, continue tending the plants.

"You need to stop," Nellie whispered. "Please, Mary. This isn't right. It's a sin. I'm married."

"And I'm engage," I purred. "So just relax and tell me more about snapdragons while I make you feel wonderful."

The Christian woman squirmed fighting her orgasm as I played with her pussy through her jeans. I added a second finger. Her breasts rose faster and faster and her words stumbled as she talked about white daisies and pink orchids.

"Just relax and give in to the pleasure," I whispered.

Her eyes locked on her husband. "Please. I...I don't want to do this. I love Larry."

"Good. Love is wonderful." My fingers slid up. I unsnapped her jeans. Her zipper rasped. I toyed with the waistband of her panties. "I love my fiance so much."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to feel pleasure. Don't you?"

Nellie shook her head. "This is a sin. You have to stop."

I pushed my hand into her panties. She was so warm and her pubic hair was soft. I found the wet lips of her pussy. She shuddered, her metal chair squeaking as I stroked the lips of her pussy. The sluts talked louder about the flowers, masking her sighs.

"If you want me to stop, then make me," I purred. "But you don't. Your hot, little cunt is just begging to be fingered. You can't resist. You have to give into this depravity."

I found her clit and circled it. Nellie shuddered and moaned, "Why can't I stop you? Why am I sinning?"

"Because it feels amazing," I purred, squeezing my own thighs together.

"How's it going?" Larry asked, walking over.

"Good," I smiled, shoving a pair of fingers up into her pussy. "I think we've settled on white daisies and snapdragons mixed with pink orchids. And then maybe some deep purple anemone for the splash."

Nellie's pussy clenched down on my fingers. "Y-yes, dear. It'll be so beautiful."

I worked my fingers in and out of her pussy as I smiled at her husband. "Yes. And it's been so much fun to get to know your sweet wife."

"She's the best," Larry nodded. "Love you, babe."

"Love you," Nellie moaned as I fingered her pussy. "So much. I just...I just want to explode with love."

Nellie squirmed. Her orgasm neared.

"You are amazing, babe." Larry leaned over the table. Nellie tensed, her pussy clenching down on my fingers.

Larry kissed her on the lips.

She moaned and shuddered, her pussy spasming on my fingers. Her arms wrapped around her husband's neck, holding him against her lips as she came. I savored the moment. My own pussy ached to be touched. Nellie shifted in her chair as her climax reached its peak.

I slipped my fingers out, holding them up. The sluts giggled as I licked them clean. Nellie had a spicy musk. I savored it.

"Wow, babe," Larry said when he broke the kiss. "That was...passionate."

Nellie's cheeks were red. "Sorry. I...I don't know what came over me."

Larry glanced at my sluts. He must think his wife was jealous and wanting to prove something. I smiled; if only he knew. "Okay. Well, I'm going to head on out."

"Oh, sure," Nellie gasped.

I grinned, squeezing my thighs in anticipation of introducing Nellie to even more naughty delights

* * *

Mark Glassner