The Devil's Pact Pt. 33

I swayed on him, my cunt spasming on his dick. I felt so light, like I would just float away. Only his hands on my hips kept me from billowing away as the rapture surged through me. I loved it. I loved being his slut.

"Yes, yes, yes, Master!" I gasped as the final blast of jizz erupted into my pussy. "Oh, thank you, Master! Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was great!"

I had so much cum in me.

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Mark Glassner

"Jesus," I groaned, pounding my cock into 41's tight, wet cunt. She knelt on the floor of the limo, her skirt thrown over her hips as she feasted on the two loads of cum I fired into Violet's pussy. Her dark hands slid up and down my sex slave's pale thighs. "You're so tight, 51. Fuck!"

"Pound my pussy, sir," she moaned, wiggling her hips.

I groaned, staring at my cock sliding into her wet, pink slit surrounded by her beautiful, ebony skin. Her cunt was so hot, so tight. I savored pounding my bodyguard's snatch. I owned this pussy. I owned all the pussy in the limo.

This was the best way to pass the thirty minute car ride into Tacoma--fucking hot pussy. I groaned, slamming over and over into her depths. She lunged back, her butt-cheeks rippling. They were so sexy.

"Yes, yes, yes, eat all of Master's yummy cum out of my pussy," moaned Violet, her hands squeezing her cute tits. "Oh, you naughty bodyguard. Oh, yes. Lap it up."

51's pussy clenched so tight on my dick. My balls smacked over and over into her clit. I pounded her hard, without mercy. I thrust into her depths with every bit of force I could muster. I was strong, enhanced by the Gift of the Spirit. Over the summer, I had grown used to my new strong physique.

And 51 loved it.

She moaned and gasped, her pussy clenching and relaxing on my dick. She worked her hips, stirring my cock through her pussy. I gripped her waist, my balls thwacking so hard into her clit. The harder I fucked her, the harder she ate out my slut.

My head threw back as I grunted, my balls tightening. "That's it, 51. Shit, you got a tight cunt. I'm going to dump so much cum into your pussy. It'll dribble out of you for days."

"Yes," she groaned. "Oh, yes, yes, yes. That's it. That's so hot. Oh, fuck, I love it. Pound me, sir! I'm going to cum on this big dick."

"Such a big dick," moaned Desiree, masturbating as she watched us, her big, naked tits jiggling.

"Sir!" 51 moaned and came hard on my dick. I shivered, her flesh massaging my cock as I stared at Desiree's big, beautiful tits as they jiggled and swayed. My dick throbbed in 51's milking pussy. "Yes, yes, Sir!"

I groaned, ripping my dick out of 51's pussy, and grinned at Desiree.

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Desiree de la Fuentes - Tacoma, WA

I wrapped my tits around mi Rey's cock, wet with 51's pussy, as we exited the freeway into downtown Tacoma. The juices lubed the way as I slid my big, pillowy breasts up and down his cock. Master groaned, reclined back into the seat. He savored my tits rubbing against his dick, a huge grin on his face.

"Work those tits up and down my dick, slut," he groaned. "I want one more cum before we reach the courthouse.

"Yes," Violet moaned, thrashing on the floor, cumming on 51's mouth. "Please our Master."

"Always," I panted, sliding his slick cock up and down through my tits. I loved it. I licked the tip as it emerged from between my big, pillowy tits. He groaned, squirming, his hands clenching and relaxing.

The limo slowed. "Sir, there's a lot of traffic," Leah reported. "I think the gun-buyback is going to be a great success."

"Yeah," mi Rey moaned.

I flicked the tip of his dick, rubbing faster and faster. I didn't stop as the limo climbed the steep hill up 9th Street to get to the courthouse. I kept working my tits, pleasing my master. I heard 51 talking into her radio behind me.

It was slow going up the hill even with our escort. But that just gave me more time to play with mi Rey's cock. His dick throbbed, growing darker as he neared his orgasm. His precum bubbled out, adding a salty treat every time my tongue flicked across it.

"I love your tits, slut," mi Rey moaned, looking down at me.

I gave him a happy smile and purred, "I love your cock, mi Rey."

I licked his tip. His dick throbbed between my tits. He squirmed. I knew the signs. I had been his sex slave for months. Mi Rey was about to cum. I groaned, pressing my tits together as tight as I could, rubbing them hard, fast.

"Cum on me, mi Rey," I moaned. "Anoint me. Cover your puta in your seed. Let everyone know I'm your slut!"

"Yes," he grunted, hips bucking. "Fuck!"

I shivered in delight as his cum erupted. White splashed upon my nut-brown tits and my neck. He gave me such a wicked pearl necklace. He grunted with each blast. I massaged my tits up and down his dick, squeezing out every drop.

His cum was so warm on my tits. Thick rivulets ran down my big mounds as he ground. I savored the feeling. I leaned back, not bothering to button up my blouse as the limo made the turn onto Tacoma Avenue

"Thank you, mi Rey," I purred. "I want everyone to see your cum on my tits. They'll all know I'm your slut."

"Yes, you are," he said.

Such pride beamed through me. I was so glad Alison convinced me to stay as his sex slave. Everyone from the cheering crowds that pressed in on our limo to all the people watching on their TVs at home would know I was Mark Glassner's slut.

Chapter Five

There was nothing remarkable about how Saturday, September 28th, 2013 began. Tacoma, Washington woke up to clear skies, a last, warm day before the drear of winter set in. The city was abuzz, preparing for the Tyrants' gun buyback. The crowds were expected to be large to trade in their security under the domination of Mark Glassner. And then the thwop of helicopters destroyed the peace.

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

Mark Glassner

Pleasure buzzed through me as I gazed out the window. The limo crept up Tacoma Avenue. The Courthouse rested on the block between 9th and 11th Streets. Tacoma PD had roadblocks at both intersections, letting us pass through 9th Street while trying to keep back the hordes of people cheering me on.

They were all here to see me. Women flashed their tits at the limo. Others held up signs proclaiming their support to me as their god or as a politician. I could feel their love roaring through the bullet resistant glass. I groaned while Violet zipped me up. Then she grabbed my tie dangling down my chest, straightening it.

"You look so handsome, Master," she smiled, looking so cute.

"Thanks," I said. She looked as flushed and disheveled as Desiree, though her small tits were covered by her transparent blouse. Desiree sat on her seat, still gasping for breath from the titty fuck. It was so hot watching my cum dribble down those lush mounds.

The limo stopped. An even larger crowd filled the square before the Courthouse. The cheers grew so loud. I wished Mary was here to see this, to experience the fruits of her hard work. I stared out the tinted windows, smiling at the huge crowds before the towering, gray granite walls of the Pierce County Superior Courthouse and the Pierce County Jail to the right.

The bodyguards poured out of their vehicles and formed up around the limo before Leah opened the door. 51 stepped out first, her eyes sweeping the crowd. She held her Nextel in one hand, her other resting on the butt of her handgun.

She looked so sexy, her blouse still open, her ebony tits hanging out, her amulet nestled between them. "All clear, sir."

The bodyguards all had orders to ensure that the safety of my family, my sluts, Mary, and me came first. Even if that meant ignoring our orders.

I stepped out, the sun feeling warm on my face. The crowd exploded into deafening cheers. An almost solid wave of sound rolled into me like surf pounding a rocky cliff. I waved, enjoying the sunny day. September was coming to an end. Soon the dark, dreary weather of winter would descend. Gray skies and endless rain until late April, early May.

I savored this last day of summer.

I waved at the crowd. Their cheers flowed through me, filling me with this heady rush of power. There were thousands here, not counting all the news crews who were filming the event. Thousands of people were clapping and calling out my name. No wonder people got into politics.

This was almost the greatest feeling in the world.

I smiled, waved, and let the crowd's intoxicating love wash through me. My bodyguards formed up around us. 51 walked directly in front of me while Violet and Desiree followed, her tits still out and covered in cum. Behind us, a few Tacoma cops and Leah drove our motorcade away to park it behind the Courthouse, out of the way for the day's events.

I shook hands or groped bare, proffered tits as the bodyguards pushed through the crowd. Everyone was reaching out to touch me, and Desiree and Violet, too. Women were fondling Desiree's breasts and scooping up my cum, reverently eating their god's seed. It was deafening in the crowd, almost overwhelming.

And I didn't want it to end. I wanted to revel among my worshipers. I was their god.

Finally, we made it through the square and walked into the Courthouse. The doors closed behind us, the deafening roar quieting to a loud rumble. I shivered with exhilaration, a huge grin on my face. Desiree and Violet both breathed deeply.

Only the bodyguards looked unchanged, their cop faces on.

"Mr. Glassner," a short and fit looking man said, hardly looking his true age of forty-five. Mayor Bray of Tacoma walked to me, hand extended.

I took it, shaking hard. "Mr. Mayor."

Beside him was his beautiful, Korean wife. She stood as tall as her husband with a round face and a big smile. Her almond-shaped eyes twinkled with excitement, and her hand trembled as she extended it.

"My wife, Yoon," Mayor Bray introduced as I brought her hand to my lips, kissing it

"My Lord," she said in awe. I smiled. Another true believer.

"My pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Bray," I said. She was quite a lovely woman. My eyes roamed her body. "I would love to get to know you better."

The Mayor nodded his head. "Of course, of course. Yoon is very pleasant company. We have some time before the ceremony starts, if you care to indulge with my wife."

Just like that, this man offered me his wife to fuck. He was also a believer, his eyes full of worship. Every woman knew it was a honor to fuck my cock, and every husband wanted his wife's cunt to be blessed. I loved the teachings of the Living Church. My cock hardened while I stroked her hand with my thumb.

She blushed, her dark eyes twinkling with desire. Then she swallowed, asking, "I thought your wife, the radiant goddess, would be here?"

"Something came up that she needed to take care of," I lied. It wouldn't do for the woman to learn her goddess had morning sickness. A goddess should be above such mundane problems. "But she would love to meet you. Perhaps you and your husband would care to have dinner at our house tonight."

"I would be honored, my Lord," Yoon purred.

Sheriff Erkhart walked up, nodding his head to me. "Mr. Glassner."

"Sheriff." The Sheriff of Pierce County had a crushing grip. He had been under my power for months. When it became obvious that my desires would cause conflict with local law enforcement, I crashed a meeting of all the heads of local cops and put every police chief in Pierce County under my power.

Another cop walked up. I nodded, smiling and extending my hand. "Captain Cummings."

The Chief of Police for Tacoma's grip wasn't nearly as crushing as the Sheriff's. He had a huge smile on his face as he shook my hand. "Mr. Glassner, such an honor to see you again."

I nodded to him, my dick throbbing, eyes sliding back to Yoon. She was ripe and eager to be fucked by her god. Her thighs pressed together. Her pussy would be so juicy. And if she truly were a believer, she wouldn't have on panties beneath her skirt.

"This was a great idea," Sheriff Erkhart said. "The turnout is incredible. Never seen a gun buyback with such crowds."

"Well, no one can say no to a god," I grinned. Especially since I spent the last week giving live interviews, commanding anyone with a gun who wasn't a cop or soldier to turn them in today. The greatest threat to Mary and me was someone with a gun killing us before we had a chance to use our powers. Sure we had our amulets, but they weren't perfect. A large enough caliber weapon could overcome the protection, and an automatic weapon could overload the amulet after ten or so hits.

"Well, I have to go make the introductions," Mayor Bray said, turning to head back outside.

I retook Mrs. Bray's hand, pulling her to me, my eyes raking her body. "Do you want to fuck me now, my Lord?" she asked, her body trembling with awe and lust. "I am ready for your divine passion."

"Yes, I do."

She swallowed and pulled up her skirt. She wore no panties. "I follow the commandments," she smiled. "I only let my husband fuck me, normally. But you are my god! Colton was hoping you would enjoy me."

"I bet he was," I told her, taking her hand again as I stared at her shaved pussy. "Maybe you'll stay the night. Your husband can sleep in a guest bedroom or return to your home without you."

She shivered, nodding her head, eyes wide with delight. "I would love that, my Lord. And to meet your goddess."

"She would love you," I groaned, leading her to the nearby X-ray machine that stood just beyond the metal detectors.

I bent her over the X-ray machine, sliding up her skirt again, gazing at her pussy. She glistened with excitement. My dick throbbed. Violet, ever the dutiful slut, unzipped me, and pulled out my cock for me.

"Enjoy, Master."

Outside, Mayor Bray spoke at the podium, his words booming through the crowd thanks to the speakers. I groaned and rubbed my dick through the shaved lips of his wife's pussy. She shuddered in pleasure as I pushed into her snatch.

She wasn't as tight as Mary or any of the sluts, but she still felt great as I fucked my cock inside her. My balls slapped against her clit, adding a staccato beat as I pounded away at her cunt. Her hips wiggled, her juicy flesh massaging me. Pleasure rushed down my shaft, my hands gripping her hips.

I picked up the speed, staring out at the crowds listening to her husband speak. It was such a thrill, fucking his wife while he was out there. My back arched, my balls boiling. I thrust harder and harder, reaming into her juicy depths.

"Oh, my god!" Yoon moaned. "Your cock is heavenly. Mmm, this is so amazing! Bless my married cunt, my Lord! Oh, fuck yes!"

"Such a slut for your god's cock," I grunted, savoring the thrill of her worship.

"The biggest! I love it, my Lord. Oh, yes! This cock!"

"Better than your husband's?"

Her pussy clenched on my dick. "Of course, my Lord! You're a god!"

I thrust harder, pounding into her depths. I grunted, my dick aching as her pussy wrapped about it. She was growing tighter and tighter, clenching as her excitement grew. The X-ray machine groaned, rocking as she hugged it, her moans echoing through the room.

A hush fell over the crowd. Not pausing my strokes, I glanced out the glass doors of the courthouse to see the Mayor waiting. I thought I had more time? The Mayor mentioned that, right. Fuck, I was supposed to be out there right now.

"Master?" Violet asked. "Should we tell them to wait on you?"

"Yes," I snarled. Mrs. Bray's cunt felt too great to stop now.

The Mayor frowned then walked back inside. He blinked at the sight of his wife bucking back into my thrusts. I grinned at him, plowing her harder, faster. It was always hot fucking a wife in front of her husband, hearing her moan and gasp her pleasure as my dick buried into her married cunt.

"Oh, honey," Mrs. Bray panted. "Oh, wow, this is amazing! Our god is fucking me!"

"I see my wife is being very friendly," the Mayor grinned. "She's been so excited to meet you."

"I can tell," I panted, fucking his wife's juicy depths so hard. "You've got a great wife."

"I know," he said, smiling fondly at his wife. "And I'm glad you are enjoying her, my Lord."

"Oh, yes. She loves my cock."

"So much. It's divine, honey! Oh, yes, I'm going to cum."

"Well, I'll go stall," the Mayor said as his wife exploded in orgasmic delight. Her pussy convulsed about my cock. She milked my dick as I pumped into her.

The Mayor slipped outside. I don't know what he was saying. Maybe he was telling them how I was fucking his wife. I bet he said it with such pride. I imagined him saying: Our god is blessing my wife. Her beauty inspired him. He had to enjoy her before speaking to all of you. As you know, love is such a beautiful thing. And he's loving my wife right now.

"So much," I groaned, slamming into her pussy. I couldn't take the friction any longer. Her pussy milked my cock. "Take my cum, slut!"

"Yes!" she moaned as I erupted into her married snatch.

I spilled my seed inside her pussy. Maybe I would breed her. That would be hot. I groaned, my cum pumping into her depths. I held her hips as her pussy milked out each drop, eager to be filled with my jizz.

A god's jizz.

"You have a great pussy, Mrs. Bray," I groaned, pulling my dick out of her cunt. "Yes, you are a special woman."

"Thank you, my Lord," she panted, adjusting her gray skirt.

"Make sure you thank your husband for sharing you," I said. "I bet he would love to fuck your ass while I give my speech."

A blush spread on her olive cheeks. "I bet he would, my Lord."

The crowd cheered even louder when I stepped out of the courthouse. The bodyguards swept out before me, forming a half-circle in front of the podium. 51 hung back, standing a few paces behind me and to my left. Half of my bodyguards carried their AR-15s slung before them, their hands resting dangerously on the sleek, black weapons as they scanned the crowd.

"Thank you for coming out today," I shouted. "Sorry for the delay, I had a worshiper to bless." I grinned and a laugh rippled through the crowd. "The number one thing you can do as human beings is to love and respect each other." I paused a beat. "Love and respect. It sounds simple, but for thousands of years, it has been impossible to achieve.

"Human history is ripe with wars, murders, rapes, and atrocities. But today is the first step to rectifying that. We do not need all these guns out on the streets. We do not need them for protection any longer. That's why we have cops and soldiers. This isn't the Wild West, this is the twenty-first century!"

The crowd roared, buffeting me with sound. I stood firm like the cliff before the pounding sea. On either side of the square, lines were queuing and people were turning their guns over to the Tacoma Police. Men and women. Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, and Native Americans. For the last week, I had been on every local news program, commanding everyone to turn in their guns. Anyone who caught the interviews live would have no choice but to turn in their weapons. Clean-cut businessmen, frumpy soccer moms, grizzled outdoorsmen, and thuggish gangbangers all stood together.

"Today, we take that first step towards utopia!" I shouted.

The crowd's roar became deafening. I drank in their support, their worship. They kept roaring; I closed my eyes and enjoyed the intoxicating power of the moment. Finally, the cheers died down, and I opened my mouth to continue my speech when I heard a low, whopping sound echo through the square.

I glanced at 51, and she frowned.

The noise built and built. There was a rhythm to the whopping. A reliable beat. I scanned the skies. It sounded almost like a helicopter. Maybe a news copter? Or perhaps a police bird? The crowd was growing restless, many looking up, trying to spot the source of the noise.