---

For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

---

---

Click here for Chapter 2.

---

---

I can’t believe what a slut I was at work today. But what I did was nothing compared to the naughty acts Lillian committed.

—Facebook post by Anne Myers.

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

Arm-in-arm with Mary, we headed to the food court to “purchase” lunch. A few words to the workers, and they were more than happy to give us our food for free. Mary grabbed a large plate of pasta and a slice of pizza from Sbarro’s while I hit up the Chinese buffet, getting chow mein, orange chicken, sweet and sour pork and some egg rolls to share with Mary.

My stomach rumbled as I sat down and Mary eyed my overflowing plate. “You are hungry.”

“Well, I’ve only had pussy to eat today,” I grinned. “And while tasty, it’s not very fulling. Just a few minutes after eating some tasty cunt, I’m hungry for more.”

She laughed, sweet and lovely. “You are a horny stallion. How do you have so much stamina?”

I laughed, “That’s one of my many secrets.”

“Did you cast a spell?” she eagerly asked. “I bet that book had some Hoodoo spell in it. I’m sure there’s an episode of Supernatural that’s about that.”

“Right, you liked that show.”

“Two hot guys fighting evil,” she blushed. “What isn’t to like.”

“So you’re into all that supernatural stuff. Vampires and werewolves and Twilight?”

“Yeah, but for TV shows I prefer cop shows.”

“Really?”

“Umm, the best are Castle and Bones, so quirky and funny while having interesting murders to solve.”

“Yeah, Bones is alright,” I nodded. “It’s the one with the guy from Angel, right?”

She smiled again. “Yeah. Did you watch Angel?”

“No. I was into Buffy for a while.” I grinned. “Beautiful blonde in tight clothing and jumping around. I loved watching those boobs bounce.”

She giggled. “That’s my horny stallion!”

“I’m more into the sci-fi,” I admitted. “Stargate, Star Trek, and Babylon 5, of course.”

“Babylon what?” she asked around a mouthful of pasta.

“Only the greatest sci-fi show ever!” My inner fanboy was showing. “It’s like a novel in TV form. There is foreshadowing in season one that doesn’t pay off into season five. Brilliant show.”

“Wow. We’ll have to watch that sometime.”

“You’d like that?” I asked her.

“I want to share something your passionate about,” she smiled. “Besides sex, of course. Though I like sharing that, too.”

“So what’s your favorite TV show.”

“Grey’s Anatomy,” she answered without hesitation.

“The doctor show?”

She looked at me. “You’ve never watched it? Ohmygod! It’s so amazing. Drama and romance and hunky doctors! We’ll definitely have to watch it together!”

“Sure,” I said without thinking. I blinked, realizing what I had agreed to. I had no interest in watching the show, yet the thought of curling up on the couch, cuddling with Mary, and watching something she loved didn’t sound bad.

In fact, it kinda sound nice.

“Yeah, we’ll definitely have to watch it together,” I said, reaching across and squeezing her hand.

She flashed me that dazzling smile; I would do anything to see that smile.

“So, you’re into the occult?” she asked between bites of her pizza slice.

“Not really,” I shrugged. “I’m more into Fantasy.”

“Ooh, like Twilight?” she asked, her green eyes lighting up again. “I’m Team Jacob!”

“Yeah, you told me that last night. Maybe I should reconsider this relationship if you likes Twilight.”

“Oh, no,” she gasped, her eyes widening, then they narrowed. “You’re just joking, right? I can hate Twilight for you!”

The pained fear made me feel guilty. I had ordered her to only want to make me happy. “No,” I told her, smiling. “It was a bad joke. You can like Twilight. I’d love you no matter what.”

Her relieved smile was dazzling. “So, what kind of fantasy do you like?”

“Real fantasy. Tolkien and Howard awesome.”

“Oh, that’s stuff good, too! I kinda read some of that stuff after Twilight. I didn’t think books with monsters and stuff was interesting before,” she shrugged. “But now I read all sorts.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“Brandon Sanderson,” she said. “He’s great. And, uh, Song of Ice and Fire.”

I blinked. “Are you one of the TV show people?”

She shook her head. “I’ve never watched it. No HBO. So you read it, huh?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“So, you’re down with R+L=J?” she asked.

“It’s so obvious!” I grinned, and to my amazement, I spent time talking theories of one of my favorite book series with a girl. A cute girl with a beautiful smile, a freckled face, and the most beautiful, emerald eyes. She knew her stuff, and told me a theory I had never even heard of, and it almost made me rethink the entire series.

I glanced at my cell phone, surprised that we just spent an hour talking about Song of Ice and Fire theories. “Wow,” I smiled, holding up my phone.

“Is it that late?” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. “Come on, we have more shopping to do!”

I grabbed the bags, and we put our arms around the other’s waist. As we walked through the mall, we passed Goth Topic and my eye caught a slutty sailor dress on display. It was blue and white with red bows, low-cut bodice, and a short, ruffled skirt. I bet Mary would look so hot in that dress. She saw what I was looking at and smiled.

“You like that dress?” Mary asked; I nodded. She gave a throaty laugh. “Okay, I have an idea. I’ll go in and pick up some of naughty clothing as a surprise for you. And that sailor dress. While you amuse yourself.”

“How?” I asked, curious.

There was a naughty twinkle in her eye. She pointed to the two salesgirls lounging at the register. One was a blonde with short hair, wearing a pink-plaid, very short, Catholic schoolgirl skirt; a white corset with black lacings; and knee high, white socks. The other girl was behind the counter and wore a red corset, laced up the front, the bodice pushing up her tits. Her hair was black, with blue and purple streaks, gathered in twin pigtails. Both girls had black lipstick and multiple piercings dotting their lips, noses, and eyebrows.

“If you stood behind the girl at the cash register, I bet you could be fucking her and no one could tell. Just lift up her skirt and bury your cock inside,” Mary whispered. “That should keep you busy while the blonde helps me find some outfits.”

“What if she doesn’t have a skirt?” I asked, straining to look.

“Then fuck the blonde,” Mary answered, shaking her head at me, amazed I could be so stupid. “But I bet you she’s wearing a skirt, and she’s tall enough for this to work.”

“I love your idea.”

“Of course you do,” Mary answered. “What guy wouldn’t?”

“Gabe,” I quipped, remembering the gay clerk from Navy Republic.

Mary giggled. “Fine, what straight guy wouldn’t like my idea?”

* * *

Lillian Franks

“Ugg, I can’t wait to get off,” I moaned to Anne.

“Do you have plans, Lillian?” my blonde coworker asked, pretending to straighten the little display of cute, gothy keychains before the cash register in the off chance our boss showed up.

“I do,” I grinned. “There’s this club down in Tacoma me and a girlfriend are going to.”

“What’s it called?” Anne asked. “Is it hot?”

“The hottest lesbian club in town,” I nodded. “The Clam Diver.”

“Oh, a lezzie club,” Anne sighed. “You know I go for guys.”

“But girls are fun, too,” I pointed out. “I seem to recall quite a fun time on your couch before your roommate walked in and yelled at us.”

“Yeah, Jessie can be a bit of a prude,” Anne shrugged. “But she pays her rent and cleans the apartment.”

A couple walked in, a tall guy with dark hair, a little heavy set, and a cute redhead clinging to him. I straightened up as Anne greeted in her smoky voice, “Welcome to Goth Topic.”

The man looked behind the counter, his blue eyes lighting up with interest as he saw the short, black skirt I wore with a lacy hem and the black, thigh-high fishnets that covered my pale legs. His eyes told me everything; he thought I was dressed like a slut. It wasn’t far from the truth, and I put on a big smile. He was a little handsome, and those eyes…I could gaze into them all day.

“Hi, I’m Mark and this is Mary,” he said in a friendly manner, his words seemed to stir something in my soul. “What are you two beautiful ladies names?”

“I’m Lillian,” I answered immediately, wanting to obey this guy, “and this is Anne.”

“Anne, I want you to help Mary with her shopping,” he ordered my coworker. “Do whatever she wants, no matter how strange.”

“Of course,” Anne answered, smiling with her pierced lips. She took Mary’s hand and led her deeper into the store. A naughty image of Anne on her knees, her faced buried between the redhead’s thighs, flashed through my head. I needed to stop watching so much porn.

Mark turned to me, and I licked my black lips. “You are going to let me fuck you.”

“Absolutely,” I purred, my pussy instantly becoming wet. That voice was so commanding; I would do anything for this guy. Anything.

“We’re going to fuck right here,” he told me. “I’ll be behind you and if anyone asks, I’m training you.” I licked my lips excitedly as he walked behind the counter. “Take off your panties.”

“Yes, sir,” I cooed, reaching under my skirt and pulled down a pair of black, ruffled panties. I stepped out of them and he snatched them out of my hand and held them to his face, taking a deep sniff, then he stuffed them into his pants pocket.

This guy was something else. I had never met someone so confident; pussy juices leaked down my thighs.

He unzipped his fly and whipped out his hard cock, moving behind me. I couldn’t wait to feel that plunging in and out of my naughty snatch. I shivered when he lifted my skirt up, his cock nudging my ass cheeks as he pressed between my legs, then slid against my thighs.

“Fuck me,” I hissed. “I need it so bad!”

He found my hot, wet hole.

We both groaned as he slowly slid into my warm depths, and I squeezed my cunt about his cock. He bottomed out inside, pressing against my womb. I breathed in deeply, wiggling my hips as pleasure burst through me. Then he fucked me. He only used short, slow strokes, barely pulling any of his cock out before sliding back in.

This was so hot. Outside the store, dozens of people streamed past the entrance, unaware that we were fucking just fifteen feet away. This was the greatest day of my life! I loved exhibitionism, but never had I dared it in such a public place. Sure I had let a gal finger me on the dance floor, or a guy work his cock inside me in a bathroom, but this…

This was heaven!

I savored Mark’s cock buried in my juicy cunt as he slowly fucked me, and a tiny orgasm trembled through me as I watched all the people stream by. I was so naughty. I couldn’t believe I was this slutty, but I loved it. Mark kept fucking me, and another little cum surged through me.

A pair of giggling, young women, maybe eighteen or nineteen, stumbled into the store. He stopped fucking me, resting hilt deep inside my cunt. I was breathing heavily and, feeling naughty, I squeezed and relaxed my cunt on his cock.

“This is so cute,” one of the young women exclaimed, holding up a necklace. Then she immediately walked up to the counter. “I have to get this, like now! OMG, it’s so cute!”

I didn’t know if the necklace was cute, but she definitely was in that low-cut blouse showing off a pair of small tits. She rested her arms on the counter and I could see straight down her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I caught a flash of pink nipple as she shifted.

Mark gave a soft grunt; and then he flooded my pussy with his cum. I gasped, another orgasm trembling through me as the young woman babbled on about the necklace. I struggled to keep my pleasure hidden, fighting to moan as loud as possible and throw back my head and just let the pleasure take me away.

“Are you all right?” the customer asked, giving me a quizzical look. Does she know? I hope so. Another wonderful surge of pleasure rippled through me.

“Just fine,” I answered as another jet of semen flooded my cunt. Then I grinned, “I ate a really big sausage and it just filled me up.” I clenched my cunt hard on his dick, wiggling my hips.

“Okay,” the woman muttered, handing me a twenty. I fumbled with the register, trying to not let out the explosive moan as another delightful cum filled me up, pleasure trembling through my body. I had never orgasmed so much in such a short time. This was the hottest sex I had ever had.

The woman and her friend left; Mark started fucking me again. His cock never softened. What an amazing man.

“Fuck, that was hot!” he grunted.

“Uh-huh,” I gasped.

* * *

Alison Hertz

I stepped off the bus dressed in my favorite t-shirt. The bus driver sure appreciated it, staring at me in his passenger mirror at every chance he could. I preened for him, thrusting my tits out. The shirt was pink, and far too small for me, molding around my braless tits. My nipples, each pierced by silver barbells, dimpled the front, and the word’s “Daddy’s Little Girl” were printed across my tits, only “Girl” was crossed out and “Slut” was written above it. It went well with the skirt made of shredded wisps of purple and white fabric.

I was at one of my favorite places in the world—the South Hill Mall.

I loved to troll around, shopping for clothes or makeup or lovers. Especially lovers. I had probably been fucked in every bathroom stall in the entire mall, department stores included. I was always on the prowl for a hot guy or cute girl to seduce and have a good time with.

Because we’re sluts, my subconscious desire whispered. It’s all we’re good for.

I grinned, nodding my head and toying with a lock of my bubblegum-pink hair. Not my natural hair-color, but it was so much more interesting dyed pink than the old, light brown. I strolled across the parking lot, my tits bouncing and my hips rolling, and I loved all the guys, and a few gals, checking me out.

The mall’s air conditioning washed over me like a cool curtain. I took a leisurely stroll down the mall, gazing at cute outfits in the windows, the adorable cell phone covers at this kiosk, and I had to go into this shoe store, The Lady’s Slipper, to try on the cutest pair of pumps. Too bad I couldn’t afford them, but that didn’t stop me from testing them out.

It was fun letting the shopgirl see that I wasn’t wearing panties. Her eyes widened, she blushed, and quickly looked down. But her eyes kept glancing up, and I was a little interested. She was cute, with her brown hair bobbed short and a freckled nose gracing her round face. If I didn’t find a better prospect to be my lover, then teaching this bi-curious gal how to lick pussy would be pretty fun.

After a few minutes of living the fantasy with those pumps, I returned to reality, and headed back into the mall. I strolled near Goth Topic, and that was a place where you could always get a very friendly service, and a hot outfit.

A cute, goth girl stood at the register, and a man was behind her. I frowned; he didn’t fit in, wearing a plain T-shirt, and it looked like he was rubbing himself against the shopgirl. Her cheeks were flushed, and she gripped the counter.

They’re fucking, my subconscious whispered excitedly. Now doesn’t that look like some naughty fun to join in on?

Yes it did. I walked into the store.

To be continued…

Click here for Chapter 4.

If you enjoyed the story, support me on Patreon!

I have released a part 43 of the revamped Devil’s Pact on Smashwords. Read this post for more information if you’re interested!