The Devil's Pact Pt. 24

The doors opened a moment later and Mary appeared. She threw her arms around my neck and cradled me to her breast as the tears burst from my eyes. Her fingers stroked through my hair. Tears ran down my cheeks, forming hot rivulets that cooled until the next drop flooded out of my eyes. My body shook and Mary whispered soothing whispers.

I held her tight, scared to let go.

Time faded away as I poured out my emotions. When I finished, my throat ached and my head throbbed. I looked up at Mary, both embarrassed that I had broken down before her and joyful that I had her for comfort.

I cupped her face. "Thank you."

She kissed my cheek. Her perfume filled my nose. "You're welcome." She reached into her purse and pulled out a tissue. "Here."

I wiped my face clean and took a deep breath. My bodyguards waited nearby. The two women, dressed as sexy cops, both gave me kind smiles. I kept my arm around Mary, not wanting to let go of her just yet.

The doors opened and my Uncle Aaron and his wife appeared. He had Dad's urn held in the crook of his arm. He walked over to me. "Hey, Mark."

I smiled. "Hey, Uncle Aaron."

He licked his lips. "Tell your mom that I understand why she did it."

"I will," I told him and shook his hand.

Uncle Aaron shook my hand and Aunt Dee kissed me on both cheeks. "We have a flight to catch," she said with an apology and then they walked out of the funeral home.

Mary and I had a flight to catch as well. I tossed Antsy my Mustang's keys. "Don't wreck my car," I told her. "I stole it from this asshole, and it's just so satisfying to drive."

"We'll see, big bro," Antsy grinned then gave Mary and me warm hugs. "Don't wreck New York."

I laughed hard. It felt amazing.

Chapter Four

We have all seen the Tyrants' powers. They flaunt it. They call it divine. But the foundation of their power was two things: their Pacts with the Adversary and a single book--the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. With that book, Samnag Soun created the "miracles" the Tyrants employed.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Mary Sullivan -- South Hill, WA

Mark and I rode with our bodyguards to Thun Field, the small airport in South Hill. Half our bodyguards were accompanying us, two to watch the plane and the other four to protect us in New York. Mark thought he was paranoid for bringing them, but he was right to be cautious. Brandon Fitzsimmons knew about the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, the book we were after. I feared the problems he could cause if he got his fat fingers on it.

And it wasn't just Brandon we needed to worry about. There was a nun lurking about as well. Sister Theodora Mariam. In Miami, she had attacked Antsy, turning her into a trap for Mark. It almost worked. If I ever found Sister Theodora, I would break her harder than I broke Karen.

Our Gulfstream private jet waited for us, fueled and ready to go. Our pilots, Joslyn and Lynda were walking about the plane doing their final inspections. Both were wearing slutty stewardess uniforms. Short, blue miniskirts and low-cut blouses that left most of their breasts exposed, especially Lynda's large tits. Her nipples and piercings pressed hard against the tight, thin material of her blouse.

"Sir, Ma'am," Joslyn smiled as we approached the plane. "We'll be ready to depart in a few minutes. You're luggage is already aboard. Violet and April personally took it in."

"Good," Mark nodded, a smile on his lips. "Shall we board."

I nodded at my fiance. The grief for his father still lingered in his eyes. I offered my arm and walked with him to our own plane. I smiled. It was so amazing. We owned our own plane. I know we could do whatever we wanted, but this was a status symbol

Mark and I would change the world. We would make it into a better place. I had so many ideas. Mark would make an amazing politician. Standing sharp and handsome, telling the voters how we would make their lives better.

Mark needed to be led into the idea. He wasn't an ambitious person. I had already planted the seeds in his mind. They would germinated and sprout soon. I would be by his side, the doting wife, supporting him and advising him.

"What are you smiling about?" Mark asked as we climbed up the stairs which folded out from the plane's doors.

"Just thoughts about the future."

Monique and her friend Lize waited for us. "Welcome, Monsieur and Mademoiselle," Monique purred in her delightful, French accent.

A wicked smile crossed my lips as I gazed at Monique and Lize's clothing. I thought our pilots found slutty stewardess outfits, but they had nothing on Monique and Lize's. Both women wore skirts so short they didn't even cover the bottom of their asses. You could clearly see their naked pussies. Instead of blouses, they had on white bustier that cupped their breasts and left their nipples bare. Red-and-blue-striped ties dangled between the slopes of their exposed breasts, completing the naughty ensemble.

Monique was a French beauty, her long, curly black hair was piled up one side and fell about her left shoulder, tumbling down across her back and left breast. She was tall and willowy and moved with an exotic grace as she walked up the plane to greet us with passionate kisses that left my pussy dripping. She was the trophy wife of the previous owner of the plane, Julius Prescott III.

Her friend, Lize, was another bored trophy wife and one of Monique's many lovers.

"This is my sweet, little Lize," Monique purred, grabbing the other woman's hand and leading her forward. "Isn't she just delicious?"

"Yes, she is," Mark growled and I let out an agreeing purring moan.

There was nothing little about Lize. She was as tall as Monique, and voluptuous. Her tits were large and round, topped with large, pink nipples that were hard as rocks. Her blonde hair, gathered in a French braid, fell down to the small of her back. She had shaved her pussy smooth, and gold glinted between her thighs as she walked forward.

She had a pierced clit.

Monique boasted that her little Lize would do anything Monique asked and she wasn't kidding. Lize seemed completely at ease being so naked before a pair of strangers. I shifted my hips, eager to enjoy both married women behind their husbands' backs.

"Lize, you're going to be our stewardess from now on," Mark told her. "Whenever we call, you'll drop what your doing and come over to Thun Field."

"Oh, I'd love that," she purred, her hips wiggling, and that delicious skirt swaying about her waist.

"We'll be taxiing to the runway now," Joslyn announced over the plane's intercom. "Everyone should sit down and get ready for takeoff."

Mark seized Lize's hand and led her over to the first seat. He sat down and Lize, smiling, rubbed his hardening cock through his slacks. The sexy blonde unzipped my fiance and pulled out his cock, stroking it.

That left me to play with Monique.

I sat down and seized the Frenchwoman's hand. Behind me, the six bodyguards took their seats. I yanked Monique into my lap. Her breasts bounced as she fell on me while her arms slipped around my neck. Her lips met mine.

Her kiss was so sweet.

I found her nipples with my fingers, stroking them as our tongues met. She moaned into the kiss, her arms tightening about her neck as the plane rolled forward. My fingernail circled her areola, scratching at the little bumps.

Monique loved it.

Lize knelt down and sucked Mark's cock into her mouth, her blonde hair spilling about his lap. Mark groaned and arched his neck. "Fuck," he moaned. "You are one slutty woman!"

"Ohh, I know," Lize cooed after popping her mouth off Mark's cock. "Alas, my poor husband doesn't know how to handle my appetites."

"I'm very good at feeding sluts just what they want," Mark grinned.

"Good," she purred and sucked his cock back into her mouth.

My fingers pinched Monique's nipple as I watched Lize bob her hungry mouth up and down Mark's cock. My pussy grew wetter while Monique squirmed on my lap. Her tongue thrust deep into my mouth, her kiss growing more aggressive the harder I twisted her nipple.

The plane taxied around a corner and stopped. The engine roared louder and the plane shook. We were about to take off. Mark pulled Lize up and the blonde stewardess slammed her pussy down his dick. The plane accelerated forward, forcing Monique into my lap. I held her tight and tugged hard on her nipple, stretching out the nub as the plane's engines growled louder and louder. The plane shook. The scenery blurred past out the window.

"Oh, fuck!" Lize moaned.

The plane leaped into the air. Lize rode my fiance's cock, sliding her hot cunt up and down his shaft as the we climbed higher and higher. Her moans echoed through the cabin, a hot counterpoint to the kiss I shared with Monique.

I squirmed beneath Monique, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. We never broke our kiss as I kept playing with her nipple. She moaned every time I stretched out her nub and let go. Her skirt rode up and the heat of her naked cunt bled through my skirt.

"Ohh, you have a nice cock," moaned Lize. "Mmm, I am so glad Monique invited me. This is so much more fun than going to a silly fund raiser."

Monique broke our kiss and giggled. She slid off my lap and grinned at me while her hands stroked my thighs, sending pleasure racing up my leg right to my pussy. "See, Lize. Just like I promised."

"Yes, you did," I purred as her hands climbed higher and higher, pushing up the black material of my dress.

Monique licked her lips as her sensuous hands climbed higher and higher. My pussy clenched as she neared my panties, then she reached them and hooked her fingers around the waistband. I lifted up my ass to allow Monique to pull off my lacy, black panties.

"Naughty," Monique smiled, holding up my panties. "Someone's excited."

"Very," I purred.

Monique held the wet gusset of my panties to her nose and inhaled. The Frenchwoman shuddered as she enjoyed my sweet, spicy scent. I pressed my thighs together, my pussy growing hotter as Monique shuddered delicately.

"Delicious," she purred. I loved her accent. She threw her panties at Mark and Lize then buried her face beneath my skirt.

My panties landed on Lize's heaving breasts. The blonde picked them up, still riding Mark, and held them to her nose, inhaling deeply my fragrance. She groaned and licked the crotch of my panties.

"Mmm, your fiancee tastes delicious," Lize moaned. "But your cock feels more delicious in my hungry pussy!"

"Yes, Mary has a tasty clam," Monique purred happily from beneath my skirt. My eyes widened as she buried her face into my pussy and licked.

"Oh, god, I love your tongue on my snatch!" I moaned. "You fucking little pussy slut! Eat my delicious clam! Devour me! Make me cum all over your beautiful face! I want to see those lips stained with my juices!"

Mark's chair groaned as Lize rode him hard. I watched her large breast bounce as I humped against Monique's delicious mouth. The married Frenchwoman loved to eat pussy. She had such skill as she flicked her tongue over and over through my folds, stirring such excitement through me.

My toes curled. I leaned back in my chair and savored every moment of her tongue sliding through my hot folds. She brushed my clit at the end of every flick before she started over. Each lick arched my back and brought another moan from my mouth.

"Oh, you wonderful slut," I gasped. "I'm going to cum so hard on your mouth."

Mark grinned at me. He loved watching women go down on me. It made him so hard. I smiled and winked at him. He winked back then slid a hand down Lize's ass. He gripped it and shoved his fingers into her crack.

Lize squealed, "Ooh, you like playing with my backdoor?"

"Mark loves fucking a slut up the ass," I panted, my hips undulating as the pleasure swelled inside of me.

"Mmm, and I love it up my ass!" the blonde groaned. She leaned back, savoring Mark's finger working in and out of her asshole as she rode him. "Maybe you'll fuck my ass before we land?"

"Absolutely, slut," Mark groaned. "I'll make you cum so hard."

I smiled, then gasped. I hadn't noticed Monique's naughty hand. Her hand had slid beneath my ass while I writhed and humped, allowing her finger to slip in between the cheeks of my butt. Her finger brushed my asshole then sank up to the knuckle into my velvety bowels.

"Oh, you wonderful slut," I panted, my eyes rolling back into my head. "Mmm, yes. That's nice. Keep doing that. Work that finger in and out of my asshole. I'll cum so hard on your mouth. I'll drown you in my delicious cream."

Her finger wormed in and out of my asshole as her tongue slid through my folds. I shuddered and leaned my head back. The pleasure grew inside of me as she teased me. Her tongue thrust deep into my pussy while her other hand found my clit and pinched my nipple.

I spasmed and gasped, my asshole clenching down on her finger.

My chair creaked louder. My orgasm swelled through me. Monique's wicked tongue brought me closer and closer to erupting. I groaned through my teeth as my fingers clenched and relaxed on the arms of my chair.

"Fuck," I groaned. "That's it. Damn, you're so good. Oh, yes. Keep doing that."

Monica moaned, "Cum on my lips, Mademoiselle."

"I will." My eyes squeezed shut as the pressure swelled through me. Her finger worked deeper and deeper into my asshole. She pumped it in and out. I gasped as the hot pleasure from my ass mixed with the sparks her pinching fingers created with my clit.

"I'm going to cum up inside your cheating, married cunt!" gasped Mark.

"Oh, do it!" Lize moaned. "Mmm, my husband cannot satisfy me, but your cock feels so good inside me. My husband and I are trying to have a child, but his little sperm just can't seem to find my little egg."

Mark couldn't resist. He grunted as he came, filling her fertile cunt with a load of his cum. I hoped my fiance knocked her up. It was so hot knowing we were playing with married women. They were more eager to please us than their husbands.

That thought shuddered through me. My thighs clamped tight about Monique's head. Her tongue swirled through my cunt, her finger pumped in my asshole, and her other fingers massaged my clit. My body heaved as my pleasure exploded through me.

"Yes, you're making me cum, slut!" I screamed.

The pleasure shot through me. I bucked and heaved on her face. My pussy clenched and my bowels spasmed about her fingers. My chair swayed as I writhed. Stars danced before my eyes. The bliss washed through me.

Mark's eyes watched me thrash. He had Lize's naked breasts pressed against his cheek. The blonde also watched. I bucked again. My breasts heaved inside my bra as my pleasure reached its crest. Then it fled me, and I sucked in deep breaths as I panted on the chair.

I was so over-dressed.

I pushed Monique's face out from beneath my skirt. My cream coated her lips. She licked at them, beaming. She loved devouring my cunt and making me cum like a proper slut. I stood up, loving the power I had over the woman. I turned to face Mark, Monique behind me.

"Unzip me," I commanded.

Monique obeyed. The zipper down the back of my dress rasped. The black fabric fell off my body. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra as Monique pulled off my dress. I dropped my bra to the floor and stepped out of my skirt, naked save for my stockings and garters.

Mark grinned and groaned, "God, you look so sexy."

The lust in his eyes made my pussy clench.

"Oh, you want to go again?" Lize asked, squirming on Mark's lap. I bet his dick went rock hard inside of her.

"Yeah, but not with you," Mark told the slut.

That made me happy. He could have any woman he wanted, but I was the one he wanted most. I held out my hand. "C'mon, stallion. Let's break in our bed and join the mile high club!"

"I think we just did," Mark said, pointing at Lize and Monique.

I waved my hand dismissively. "It doesn't count with sluts."

Mark laughed as Lize climbed off his dick. His cum leaked down her thighs. The blonde shrugged, then pulled Monique to her. The pair kissed as I led Mark through the cabin. We passed the bodyguards already getting frisky.

When we created the bodyguards, we divided them into partners and ordered each pair to fall in love. The pairs of sexy cops kissed and stripped each other, filling the plane with more moans. I paused to savor the sight of our servants descending into a lesbian orgy, then Mark swept me up in his arms and closed the private cabin's door behind us.

* * *

Mark Glassner

"God, you look so sexy in nothing but stockings," I moaned, pulling off my clothes as Mary spread out on the bed.

"Do I?" she purred, her auburn hair falling around her face. She shifted her position, posing like a pin-up model. Her legs spread just enough to hint at her wet cunt between her thighs. "Do you want to come and fuck me?"

"Yes," I groaned as I thrust my slacks and boxers down my thighs, freeing my hard cock again.

Mary crooked her finger and I crawled naked across the bed to her.

I mounted Mary and kissed her as I settled my weight on her nubile body. Mary's perky tits rubbed against my chest as she writhed and sighed beneath me. I nibbled on her lips, savoring the feel of her beneath me. Warm, silky, and exciting. My woman.

Her arms went around me, her fingers scratching at my back as she kissed me even harder. Her thighs parted and her wet pussy rubbed along my throbbing cock. I savored the feel of her beneath me. I itched to love her body.

So I broke the kiss and nuzzled at her neck. I sucked and nibbled, letting my hands stroke her sides. She squirmed beneath me and let out sighs. I loved the salty flavor of her skin as I marked my fiancee with a brown hickey.

"Mark," she groaned as lips kissed even lower.

"Yes?" I asked as my hands found her small breasts and squeezed.

"I'm already wet. Just fuck me."

"When I'm done playing with your body." My fingers pinched her right nipple.

"Damn," she sighed, a big smile on her lips. "You spoil me."

"Uh-huh." I leaned down and kissed at the slope of her right breast.

My lips circled her breast. I licked a slow spiral up to her areola while I pinched her other nipple. She squirmed as I drew nearer and nearer. I paused to kiss and nip her freckled breast as I neared her dusky pinnacle.

My tongue flicked at the edge of her areola. My naughty filly let out a throaty moan as I kissed around her nipple before my lips engulfed it. She gasped in pleasure as I sucked hard. My tongue swirled around her nipple as I made love it. I nipped and sucked it over and over. Her moans grew louder and louder while her body writhed beneath me.

Her green eyes fluttered as her pleasure built. So I released her nipple.

"No," she panted. "Please don't stop, Mark! Keep sucking."

I ignored her, eager to keep teasing her. I kissed over to her other breast and slowly spiraled around her mound with kisses. She squirmed. Her hot pussy rubbed on my stomach, her clit hard against my flesh.

"Suck on my nipples," she groaned. "They're so sensitive. You're going to make me cum, Mark. I was so close. Let me cum."

She begged so sweetly. I couldn't be cruel and deny her pleasure.

I engulfed her nipple. I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. Her back arched beneath me. She moaned and gasped. The bed creaked as she thrashed. Her pussy smeared across my stomach as I pleasured her nipple.

My hand found her other nipple, still wet from my mouth. I pinched and twisted it, still sucking on the first. Her head tossed back and forth, her red hair spilling across the pillows. Her moans grew louder.

She was about to cum.

"Mark," she gasped, quivering beneath me as her orgasm rippled through her body. "Oh, Mark, your lips feel so wonderful!"