1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 11: Sally, The Gift


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Male/Female, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    sweat around the collar. “You can go...” “Sally,” I answered. “You can go, Sally,” he panted. “Of course, Master,” I answered as I stood, a little unsteady on my feet. My nerves still tingled with the strength of my cums. As I opened the door, he said, “You were worth every dollar.” “Thank you, Master,” I answered, smiling at him. The poor man. His wife's constant infidelities seemed to have robbed him of his self-confidence and made him feel inadequate. I tried to keep my negative thoughts about my new Mistress out of my mind, but if I wasn't her slave, I think I would give her a piece of my mind. Her husband was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him free. She should let him find happiness with another woman or man or whomever he wanted. I shared a cabin with Penny and Mercedes. It was really just a bed. There was no room to walk around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-sized mattress, tight for three women, especially when Penny and Mercedes couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. When I walked in, tired after my long, exciting day, I found the two girls vigorously sixty-nining each other. Sighing, I stretched out next to them and tried to ignore their moans and gasps and the way they'd jostle the bed. I reached a light sleep, constantly interrupted by their love making. I managed to find a deep dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my pussy. I woke up to Penny between my legs going to town on my pussy. I opened my ...
    mouth to protest my desire to sleep when Mercedes pussy descended to my lips and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, tart and tangy. The three of us were a mess when we finally collapsed into sleep. I woke when the plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to sleep for the long flight across the Pacific to the Philippines. On the boring flight, I pleasured Master two more times, both times playing Mary and letting my master “rape” me. The local Executive who administrated the Philippines for Dean met us with a limo. Dean's bodyguards drove escort vehicles. Manila, like many cities, had been devastated during the Demon Wars, and Theocracy architects and engineers oversaw its rebuilding. All the new construction resembled neighborhoods and buildings in Washington D.C. The main cathedral looked identical to the one back home, and I could name each of the local Governmental buildings. That one was the Department of Education because of the L shape the building had, and that one belonged to the Department of Justice because of the statue of Chasity before steps that led up to a large, glass entrance. We entered a residential neighborhood. The houses were all one of the seventeen approved family dwellings, or the seven approved apartment tenements, which only varied by height. The only way I could tell it wasn't Washington D.C. were the palm trees and the remnants of old Manila. There were older buildings that showed some individuality and choice. I wondered why those ...
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