The Devil's Pact Tales: One Year Later

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, mt/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Paranormal, Cheating, Cuckold, Wife Watching, BDSM, DomSub, Spanking, Swinging, Orgy, Black Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Pregnancy, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Stories set in the same world as my Devil Pact's story Tales from the Best Buy Incidents follows characters from the orgy in Chapter 3. How there lives were changed by what they think of as a Terrorist attack and a strange gas that made them loose their inhibitions. One year after the Best Buy Incidient, the "victims" gather to celebrate a wedding and reflect on how their lives changed over the last year.

Note: This takes place one year after the Best Buy Incident. Thanks to Scotstigger for beta reading. Friday, June 6th, 2014 – Jessie Smith

Mrs. Jepheson was bound tightly when I entered the bedroom, the beige rope biting into her pale, naked flesh. She squirmed, her tits—a loop of rope encircling each large melon, squeezing the flesh—jiggled and shook, waving about her fat nipples. A black sleeping mask covered her eyes, half-hidden by the mane of honey-blonde hair that fell across her face

The Jephesons were regulars of the business I ran with my fiancee: Divine Escorts. Mr. Jepheson liked to hire our girls to discipline his wife while he fucked his mistress, a saucy redhead name Kylie. I was dressed in an uncomfortable leather bustier that pushed up my perky tits and left my nipples bare. Garters were attached to the bottom of the bustier, holding up a pair of thigh-high fishnets. Knee-high leather boots and the riding crop in my hand completed my outfit.

"Are you going to howl for Mistress Jessie?" I asked, trailing the leather of my riding crop across Mrs. Jepheson's plump ass.

"I am," she purred. "I've been a naughty wife. Punish me!"

"She burned last night's dinner," Mr. Jepheson said. He sat on a chair in the corner, the naked, redheaded Kylie kneeling before him and bobbing her head on his cock. "I think she did it on purpose." "I did," the bound housewife sighed happily. "I'm so bad. I need to be punished hard!"

I brought the crop down with a stinging smack on her ass. Playing the S&M Queen wasn't one of my favorite activities, but I believed in following the number one rule of retail—keep the customer satisfied.

I grabbed the length of rope that ran through her ass crack and pussy, yanking hard on it and pulling it deep into her pussy, her labia obscenely swallowing the rope while she whimpered in pain. "You need to count, slave, and thank me!"

"Sorry, Mistress Jessie!" she moaned. Mrs. Jepheson knew the rules; she just liked to break them.

"Hit her harder," her husband groaned. "Make my naughty slave howl!"

Smack! White flesh turned stinging red. "Two, thank you Mistress Jessie!" she moaned.

"You forgot one!" I snarled, yanking on the rope again, driving it even deeper into her pussy.

Smack! "One, thank you Mistress Jessie!"

I kept smacking her, watching her white ass slowly transform red. She moaned, thanking me every time, writhing on the bed like a little slut in heat. Her pussy leaked fluids, filling the air with her delicious, tangy aroma, while the robe slowly drank in her juices, a dark stain spreading up the rope nestled in the valley of her asscheeks.

"Punish the slut!" her husband moaned. "Oh, Gods yes!" He held Kylie's face in both hands, vigorously fucking the woman's face on his cock. "She's a filthy fucking whore! A nasty cunt! Yes, yes!" I saw him tense out of the corner of my eye, his cum must be flooding Kylie's mouth. Panting, he said, "You can cum, my naughty slave-wife!"

"Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes! Thank you, Master!" Mrs. Jepheson purred, bucking on the bed as an orgasm rippled through her. I smacked her ass one last time. "Thirty-four, thank you Mistress Jessie!"

I placed my booted foot on the bed near her face, my naked pussy drenched with juices. I wanted to grab her and rub my cunt against her beautiful lips. But the Jephesons never had sex with me, I only spanked the wife while he watched. She scooted on the bed, wiggling like a worm, and brought her lips to my black boot, kissing the toe.

"Thank for disciplining me, Mistress Jessie," she murmured, then kissed the boot again. I didn't answer, I just walked out of the room, snatching the wad of twenties off the dresser on my way out. "Here's your reward," I heard Mr. Jepheson say.

"I love it when you fuck my ass," his wife purred. "I love you, Master."

"I love you, too, Monica," he answered her.

They were a strange couple, very active in the worship of the Gods, founding the Eastside Living Church. Mr. Jepheson liked to brag about how our God had transformed his wife from someone frigid in the bedroom to the submissive slave-wife she was today. Mark had that effect on people, if it hadn't been for him I wouldn't be a prostitute engaged to my pimp.

I still remembered the wonderful day of the Best Buy Incident and his hard cock reaming my pussy while everyone watched.

Kevin waited outside in his blue Honda CRV, talking on his cell phone. He hung up when he saw me, slipping out of the car. He had filled out in the last year, spending some time in the gym. Gone was the pimply-faced nerdy boy that was too shy to talk to me before I fucked him the bathroom of a Starbucks—a confident man had replaced him.

I walked down the driveway, still dressed in my dominatrix outfit, my tits and pussy on display for the world to see. A year ago this would have been illegal, but our Gods had gotten rid of such silly laws like public decency. If you wanted to flaunt your nubile body, then you did it. And if you anted to demonstrate your affections in a public place, what was the harm in someone watching you fuck?

And I needed to fuck!

"Hey, babe," he greeted me, dressed in gray slacks and blue silk shirt, his sports blazer neatly folded on the backseat of the car. "How'd it go?"

"Fine," I answered. "But I'm so horny, Kevin."

I reached him, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him seriously. "I can think of a few ways to fix that," he grinned, then reached into his pocket and pulled out my diamond engagement ring. It seemed wrong to wear it when I saw clients, so Kevin always hung onto it for me. After it was properly on my finger, I kissed him more seriously, writhing my body against him.

"Now ... how should I satisfy you?" Kevin asked.

"With your cock," I moaned. "I need you to fuck my little snatch! Spanking Mrs. Jepheson made me so horny!"

He bent me over the hood of his car, unzipped his pants, and shoved his cock into my juicy cunt. I didn't need any foreplay to be ready, not after whipping Mrs. Jepheson to her orgasm. Kevin's cock was big, filling up my pussy nicely. His was one of the best cocks I'd ever fucked, and the fact I loved him just made the sex better.

"Fuck me, stud!" I moaned loudly.

A pair of teenage girls walking down the street paused when they saw us, giggling and whispering to each other. I smiled at them, winking, and raised up on the hood so they could get a good look at my tits. One pulled out her cell phone and started video tapping.

I groaned loudly for the camera, "Oh yes, fuck me good!"

"Fuck, you're a great whore!" Kevin shouted. "Worth the hundred bucks I paid!"

I looked over my shoulder, confused for a moment, then realized what Kevin was doing. "Umm, that's because only the best whores work for Divine Escorts! Tell your friends, the prettiest girls to keep you satisfied!" A little free advertisement couldn't hurt; Kevin was a genius at the business side of things.

The other girl leaned over and whatever she said to the teen filming brought a blush. With sultry laughs, the two disappeared into a house, probably to fuck. I pictured the two girls stripping each other's clothes off, fingering budding breasts and tight slits, maybe tasting sweet pussy for the first time ever.

Thanks to the Wormwood Plague, there were more women than men in the world. A third of all the males ha] died; my own Kevin was deathly ill last November. Priestess Daisy had ordered all the sick members of the Church to come to the pavilion where our Gods would heal all they could. I don't know what I would have done if Kevin had succumbed to it.

"Fuck I love your cunt, Jessie," Kevin moaned, slamming harder into me.

I gave a squeeze with my pussy muscles, gripping his cock tight, and wiggling my ass back onto him. His cock was electricity rubbing through my cunt, sparking pleasure through my body. When Kevin thrust into me, my clit pressed against the cold metal of the car hood, the sensitive nub grinding against the metal.

"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned. "By Mary's beautiful tits, I'm gonna cum!"

My little snatch exploded on Kevin's cock, spasming on it as I convulsed on the car hood. His dick kept fucking me, spearing me, sending waves of smaller cums churning through my body. His thrust became more erratic, more frantic, and then with a powerful roar, my cunt was flooded with his spunk.

"Gods that was great," Kevin sighed. "Love ya, babe."

He pulled out of me and I turned around and kissed him lovingly. Kevin grabbed a towel out of the trunk, and gently spread it out on the passenger seat for me. I climbed in, feeling the gooey mess between my legs slowly trickle out. I couldn't resist, reaching down and hooking my finger through my nethers, gathering a huge gob of cum and pussy juices. It was delicious.

Kevin climbed in, started the car, gave my thigh a quick squeeze, and sped off, quickly turning right on Portland Avenue heading for Highway 512 to take us home. We had bought a beautiful house in downtown Puyallup, a black, iron-wrought fence surrounding a gray house and the most lovely rhododendron bushes, full of purple, red, and pink flowers.

"Oh, that mind-blowing sex drove it from my mind, but I spoke with Rose right before you finished with the Jephesons," Kevin said. "She wants to talk during the reception tonight about a business opportunity."

I smiled and asked, "Does the Church need to hire a bunch of prostitutes?"

He shrugged, "She wouldn't say."

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