The Devil's Pact Side-story: The D&D Group

by mypenname3000

Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Mult, Mind Control, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Orgy, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Double Penetration, .

Desc: Mind Control Sex Story: Takes place between Chapters 17 and 18. Mark hosts his weekly D&D game with his buddies with the sluts sharing their affections.

Note: This takes place between Chapter 17 and Chapter 18 when Mark hosts his D&D Game. Takes place at the same time as Mary and Diane Go Clubbing Side-Story.

I left Quatch making out with Willow and headed to answer the door. Tonight, I was going to play D&D with the same group of guys I had been playing with since I was fifteen. We had all met in the WOTC store in the South Hill Mall, back when there were still Wizard of the Coast stores. The store had been running a game and we all played in it. We had been gaming together ever since.

We usually got together every Thursday night to play. Of course, I blew them off last Thursday. I was having too much fun with my powers, not to mention I just met Mary. I had fallen head over heals in love with the woman practically on first sight. The guys weren't pleased that I had blown off the game and I was looking to make it up to them.

I was going to let each guy pick a slut to be his personal slave for the evening. To pour drinks, fetch food, and to perform sexually for the guy. I had already settled on Violet to be my personal slave for the night. Violet had been a virgin when I took her and I didn't want any other cock to ever be up in her cunt for the rest of her life.

Quatch, the DM, had arrived first and selected Willow, our newest sex slave, for his Personal Attendant. Quatch was a big, hairy guy, hence his nickname, Quatch. Short for Sasquatch because he is so hairy that he must be cousin to one. I didn't know his real name. It may have been James or John. Or maybe Jeff. I was pretty sure it started with a J. I should know it, he's my best friend, but everyone calls him Quatch, even his mom.

I answered the door and saw Karl. He was the skinniest guy I've ever met. The guy looked as thin as post, his cheeks sunken. I would swear he was a crack addict, but he never seemed high when I was around him. And the guy could eat, it was disgusting how he could put more food away then I could. Behind him, was Tom getting out of his car. Tom was a fat guy with a long ponytail of brown hair.

"Hey, man," Karl said, shaking my hand. "Killer house. How the fuck did you swing this?"

"I won a poker tournament," I said. "Hey, Tom."

"Hey," he grunted. Tom was a man of few words most of the time. But he really got into roleplaying his characters and could be a down right chatterbox if he was playing the right character.

I led Tom and Karl inside. Quatch was sitting in a recliner getting blown by Willow. His head was thrown back and his mouth wide in amazement and he had a fistful of her raven-black hair. "Holy shit," Tom muttered.

"You runnin' a brothel, Mark?" Karl gaped.

"These are my sex slaves," I said. "They do whatever me our my fiancee wants."

"Fiancee?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, I'm getting married in a month," I said. "I want you guys to be my groomsmen and Quatch, I was hopping you could be my best man."

"Shit, I'll fucking do whatever you want!" he moaned. "I haven't had my dick sucked in two years."

"Choose a lady," I told Mat and Karl. "She'll be your personal slave for the night. She'll serve you drinks, fetch you snacks, and do whatever other things you want."

The doorbell rang again and I went to answer it. Chris was standing there. He was a big guy, in great shape, his hair buzzed short in the ranger haircut. He got out of the army last year, served two tours in Afghanistan. The guy could be on a recruitment poster for the army. He was also the biggest nerd I knew.

"Hey man," he said, "nice house. I guess the rumors about you robbing a bank must be true!"

I snorted in laughter. "Naw, just a misunderstanding. It's already been sorted out. I just won a poker tournament at the Emerald Queen in Fife."

"Congrats, man," he said, slapping me on the shoulder.

"Come in, the rest of the guys are here," I said.

"Jesus," Chris said, stunned when he saw the living room.

Tom had Jessica, reporter for KIRO 7 news, sitting in his lap making out with her while Karl had wasted no time and bent teenage Allison over the couch and was following the instructions tattooed on her body. Above her cunt, Allison had "Cum on in" with an arrow pointing at her cunt and it looked like Karl was eagerly following those instructions.

"Mark's getting hitched," Quatch panted.

"No shit?" Chris asked. I nodded and he offered me his hand. We shook, and I said, "Want to be one of my groomsman?"

"Hell ya, man," Chris answered, then he looked around. "What does your fiancee think of this?"

"She's upstairs getting ready to go out with her girlfriend," I answered. "She loves having all these sex slaves."

I explained the situation and Chris selected Desiree to be his personal attendant and Desiree was pushing him back onto the couch and fishing his cock out and sucked into her mouth. Chris moaned, gripping her black hair and savored the Latina beauty's blowjob. Jessica was straddling Tom and riding his cock on the recliner while Tom muttered, "Whore," over and over.

"Holy shit, I'm going to cum!" moaned Quatch and he gripped Willow's black hair and held her mouth in place as he came.

Willow swallowed his load and licked her lips. "Thank you for cumming in my naughty mouth," she purred.

"Man, Mark, you've got it good."

"I do," I said. I dismissed the other sluts and grabbed Violet and she knelt before me and sucked my cock into her hungry lips.

Mary entered the living room, dressed in a sleek, black dress, low cut with a short skirt. Black fishnet stockings covered her slim legs. "Have fun," she told me as I watched our sluts service my pals and enjoyed Violet's mouth on my cock

"You too, Mare," I replied, and watched her ass sway as she walked out of the living room.

"Christ, was that your fiancee?" Quatch asked, his eyes glued to her ass.

"Yeah, she's the best," I answered.

"And she doesn't care that you're fucking all these women?"

"She fucks them too," I said.

"Oh, Mistress loves us to suck her cunt," Willow cooed in Quatch's ear. "This morning, I sucked Master's cum out of her pussy while I gave her a gynecological exam."

"Christ, you're getting me hard," Quatch moaned. Willow grinned, and whispered loudly in his ear, "Why don't you stick that hard cock up my tight snatch and get some relief. You wouldn't want to develop a nasty cast of blue balls?"

"No I wouldn't," Quatch moaned and bent cinnamon-skinned Willow over the chair and started fucking her from behind. "Oh fuck, your cock feels good up my snatch. Almost as good as Master's! Ohh, harder! Fuck me harder, stud!"

"Oh, Master!" Allison gasped, "he's filling my slutty cunt with his cum! Oh thank you, thank you! My pussy should always be full of cum!"

Karl was panting as he pulled out of Allison's cunt. The slut quickly turned around and sucked his softening cock into her mouth, sucking the last of his cum and her cunt juices right off his cock. "Holy shit, I need to get me one of these!"

"Pick a woman and I can take care of it for you," I said. "None of my sluts, obviously. Or my Mary, but you pick any other woman and I'll make them hot and bothered for your cock 24/7. They'll beg you to do whatever filthy fantasy you have."

"I want to make my bitch of a boss grovel before me," Karl said.

"Not a problem. She working tomorrow?"

"Yeah, just call down at the restaurant and ask for Julie. She'll be in by seven to oversee morning prep."

I nodded my head. "Done."

Chris looked at me. "You really can do that? 'Cause there's this barista I have a thing for. She works the morning shift at the Hot Chick A Latte on Meridian." Hot Chick A Latte was one of the many bikini baristas that dotted Western Washington. "Her name's Velvet and she has the hugest tits in the world. I'm mean these things are like G cups. She could just smother my face with them any day of the week."

"Desiree, why don't you let Chris feel your tits on his face," I ordered.

Desiree and Xiu were tied for having the biggest tits amongst the sluts. The Latina stood up, slipping out of her maids outfit, exposing her beautiful, nut-brown breasts and dark, pink nipples. Chris groaned in lust, his cock sticking straight up. Desiree straddled him about the waist and slowly lowered herself on his cock, moaning wantonly as he filled her up. Chris buried his face in Desiree's large tits and motorboated between them while Desiree slowly slid up and down on his cock.

"Oh yes, suck my tits," Desiree cooed. "Umm, your cock feels so impressive in my cunt."

"Oh fuck," Chris moaned as he switched nipples, sucking Desiree's dark pink nub into his mouth.

"Shit, gonna cum!" moaned Tom in alarm. "No condom."

"Don't worry," purred Jessica. "I'm on the pill, so just fill my slutty cunt with your cum. Mmhh, yes, it's so warm inside me, filling me up! Oh yes, you're making me cum, stud, oh fuck I love hot cum shooting in my snatch."

Jessica convulsed on Tom and he captured her sensuous lips in a kiss. Her miniskirt had ridden up, exposing her caramel ass. Jessica was biracial, a mix of Asian, Black, and White that gave her skin a beautiful, caramel hue. "Wow," Tom panted. "Been awhile."

"Shit, it was my first time," Karl panted and I blinked. I thought I had been old when I lost my virginity last week, Karl was five years older than me. Allison was bobbing her head rapidly on his cock and I could tell Karl was loving the feel of her tongue piercing pressing hard on his cock as she swirled it about.

"So, sex slaves?" panted Tom. "Keep Jessica?"

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