Page 8 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“Oh really, so you meant to use these on me?” She asks, holding up a pair of handcuffs.

“You, him, me, I’m still not sure.”

“If you’re a good boy, and do this one favor for Mama, I’ll use them on you.” She winks, and I have to wonder, how can she be thinking about sex when I’m about to murder her husband? I don’t even care, because the thought of her using those cuffs on me, has a woody threatening to appear. I quickly adjust myself to hide my excitement. “Hmm, it seems you might like that.”

“You bet that sweet ass I would. First, let’s take care of your little… problem.” I say, inching my head towards her husband.

“Yes, let’s.” She begins to pour the remaining contents out of my backpack. I watch in fascination each time her eyes light up when she sees all the things we could use. “I’ll go out to the garage and get some plastic covering, so we don’t get any blood on the floor.” She announces.

“Doesn’t matter where I do it, just as long as it gets done.” I begin. “I’m a Devil now, so whatever happens here, didn’t happen here, if you know what I’m saying.”

“Noted. I’ll be right back.” She rushes out of the room, heading to the garage to get that covering she mentioned. She’s full of surprises.

While she’s gone, I think I’ll have a little chat with her husband. I circle him as his eyes follow me as far as they can see. Once I stop, back in front of him, I bend down to his level.

“Now that it’s just me and you, how would you like to die?” I ask the question even though I know he can’t give me an answer. “Silly me, you can’t talk.” I laugh. “It’s going to be a real pleasure taking your life now that I know you deserve it.” His brows furrow when I mention that. It doesn’t matter what he wants to say, his death is unavoidable. I hear feet shuffling, and a moment later, Kitty returns with her arms full.

“I’m back, did you miss me?” She asks, walking up to me and kissing me square on the lips. Her husband makes a groaning noise as I pull away from her to look in his direction.

“Does the fact that I’m kissing your wife anger you?” I’m taunting him, but I could give two fucks how it makes him feel. He grunts again, trying so hard to move, but he can’t. The dosage of that shit will have him immobile until tomorrow, if he makes it that long. “Then you will love the fact that she popped my cherry, and I damn near came inside that beautiful mouth of hers.”

“Would you like to show him?” She asks, with a twinge of excitement in her voice. “Afterall, he does like to watch.” She turns her face from me and smiles devilishly at her husband. I can’t help but appreciate this woman.

I look around her room and see a chair underneath her make-up table and grab it. I lift her husband up as best as I can because dude is solid as a rock, but once I’ve got him up, I drop him down in the chair with a grunt.

I adjust him so he can have a better view. I turn to Kitty and tell her exactly what she wants to hear.

“Then it will give me great pleasure to fuck you while he watches.” Knocking everything out of her arms, I grab her neck, and smash our lips together. I still have a long way to go in the sex department, but I will put on a damn good show since we have an audience.

Picking up where we left off is easy, because we didn’t bother with clothes. He wasn’t supposed to be home until later. Be that as it may, we’re all here now. I release her neck and let my hands fall down to her plump ass. Smacking her hard, I pick her up as she understands what I want and wraps her legs around my waist.

“Remember what I said, take your time and everything else will fall into place.” She reminds me, grabbing me around my neck.

“I’ll remember, but I want to put on a great show for our audience, and I want you to instruct me on exactly how you want it. I want him to see that I can do all the things he could not.” I walk us back to her bed and drop her down. I watch as her tits bounce up and down. I can’t wait to have my mouth wrapped around her tiny, pink buds, bringing them to pebble under my touch.

“I think we can make that work. What do you say, honey, is that alright with you?” She turns in his direction, laughing while he grunts.

She scoots back in bed as I get on and start crawling to her. She begins to giggle as her legs fall open, and I know exactly what she wants.

I kiss my way up to her waiting core, starting with her legs and letting my lips trace each and every part of her. Her sighs and moans tell me I’m doing a good job.

When I finally make it to her pussy, I lean in and inhale. “You smell so damn good, and I know you taste even better.” I say, before swiping my tongue across her opening.

She lets out a hiss, throwing her head back in ecstasy. That’s all the encouragement I need before I take her rose bud into my mouth and have her coming within a matter of minutes. She grabs my head as soon as I latch on and begins grinding her pussy into my mouth.

Her cum is smearing all over my mouth, and it feels like she’s branding me. I reach up, and spread her pussy lips farther apart, and let my tongue dart in and out making squishing sounds. It’s a sound I’ll get used to and begin to crave as it makes my dick even harder.

“Fuck, baby! This is way better than your first time.” She moans. “Don’t stop, Mama’s gonna come soon.”

“Anything for Mama.” I lift my head up long enough to say that, then dive back in. She holds my head hostage as she slides down a little more, opening her legs wider, and I know she’s about to come.

“Fuck, get ready.” She rasps, right before her cum begins to leak out of her sweet pussy. I don’t want to miss a drop, so I lift her up, and I turn around so that my mouth is lined up with her pussy. She sits on my face as she begins to buck from her orgasm, I grab her legs and latch onto her pussy once again, milking her clean as her cum slides into my mouth and on my face. “It feels so good this way. If you keep it up, I’ll come again.”

“Then I won’t stop.” I open her lips wider, sticking my tongue inside while nibbling on her clit once more. I hear when she reaches up and grips the headboard, because it starts slamming against the wall as she fucks my face and mouth.

I can’t help but think, how can a fifteen almost sixteen year old like myself be in this situation? And I know it’s because I’m a Devil of Cliffside. Were I just a normal, regular boy, thinking about all the childish things they do at this age, I wouldn’t be here.

Since that isn’t who I am, I have to learn how to enjoy and reap the benefits The Devils have to offer me. I still hate my father, but that is a story for another day.

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