A Deal With The Devil [MF] — Would love to hear your thoughts! ;)

In the middle of the night, I awoke to see a large shadowy figure in my doorway.

“I’ve come to collect on your debt,” he whispered, his voice low and deep.

I froze. I knew this day would come, but I didn’t think it would be so soon! The figure walked closer toward me, and with every step I could feel more goose bumps dotting my skin.

“But, I’m not ready yet,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“A deal’s a deal.” The voice stated from the shadows.

Having been raised Catholic, I knew shouldn’t have said what I did. But to tell you the truth I never really believed in all that Heaven and Hell stuff anyway. I just figured they were stories told to keep adults in line.

So when I said, “My god, I would sell my soul to be beautiful!” I thought nothing of it. I was just exasperated looking in the mirror day in, day out at my homely reflection. My limp, mousy brown hair, and my flat A-cup chest never garnered much attention from men, and I was starting to think that I would never get a boyfriend.

But as I stared in the mirror, something strange began to happen.

I started to feel a warm tingling sensation in my chest, causing my nipples to perk up and become stiff. The feeling quickly migrated to between my legs and I began to throb, and ache, in a delicious kind of way. I had never felt so aroused before and the feeling took me by surprise.

The feeling continued to build, all on its own, and finally it became too much. Something had to give. So I threw off my clothes and laid down on my bed, quickly slipping my hand between my slim thighs. The moment my fingers parted my wet lips, I gasped, I had never been so sensitive in my life!

My fingers moved, back and forth, around and around…the tingling feeling building and spreading throughout my entire body! Dazed with uncontrollable arousal, I rubbed myself faster and faster until finally I exploded in spasms of pleasure. I cried out Oh thank God! As I writhed in pleasure, my back arching reflexively.

“Don’t thank God, thank me” a voice interrupted my pleasure and I bolted up out of surprise.

And there he was. All 7 feet of him. Muscular, and erect, he stood naked on his hooved legs, watching me from across the room. His yellow eyes seemed to pierce my soul. A hint of a smirk on his plump lips. I stared back, mouth agape, both terrified yet still completely aroused.

“Don’t look so surprised, you’re the one that called me here,” he commented, nonchalant, while looking through pictures and trinkets I had laid out on my dresser beside him. “Don’t you like what I gave you?”

“Wha-what?” I stuttered. Looking down, I suddenly realized that I didn’t recognize myself- I was no longer the unattractive flat chested girl I was just moments before. I jumped up from my bed to look into the mirror. “Holy shit.” I whispered, astonished. In the mirror staring back at me was someone I had never met. She was beautiful- big, round breasts, thin waist, full round hips…even my mousy brown mop transformed into beautiful, shiny raven black locks. Is this really me? I thought to myself.

“Yes, that’s really you,” I heard from behind me, as if reading my mind. “You’re welcome.”

I spun around, suddenly remembering my guest. He was still staring at me, rubbing one of his horns with his hand, seemingly very pleased with himself.

“So…what now?” I asked nervously. He walked toward me, his hooves clicking on my wood floor with every step. He loomed above me and I had to crane my neck to meet his gaze. He was so close to me I could have reached out and touched his meaty cock.

He settled his massive hands on my thin shoulders. “Now, you enjoy your gift. I’ll be back to collect your debt sometime in the future, but you needn’t worry about that. Just have fun.” And with that he was gone with a puff of smoke.

Now, months later, he stood before me again. The moonlight from my window was just enough to make out his massive, erect cock.

“Please…I’m not ready to give this up!” I pleaded, “There must be something else I can do!”

“I suppose I could wait a little longer…” He trailed off as he sat down on my bed. “…But there would be a price.”

I sat up slowly, and let my blankets fall down, exposing my perky breasts. He took that as an invitation, and cupped my breasts with his massive hands. His hands were very warm, and a shiver ran down my spine. I could barely breathe, I was so terrified…but my fear was quickly becoming eclipsed by the same strong tingling sensation I felt when I first made my deal with the devil. Arousal was taking over my senses, leaving me in a lust-filled daze.

The devil was damn sexy after all, and though I knew he could end my life at any moment, I had a strange feeling that he had didn’t want to hurt me.

Staring intently into my eyes, he brought his face close to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks. He ever so gently ran his hands up my chest, my neck, to my face. He cradled my head and studied me for a moment. I swallowed hard.

“Do you fear me?” He asked, his voice a whisper. I nodded, my eyes transfixed, staring into his unblinking yellow eyes.

This seemed to please him and he pressed down firmly on my shoulders, laying me down roughly. He was right on top of me now and I could feel the weight of his dick laying on me above the covers. Heat rushed down, between my legs, and suddenly I felt a desperate hunger emanating from deep inside of me.

Studying me, he could tell how much he was arousing me, and smiled a slow, sick smile. His sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight. I trembled, afraid that he might use them on me…but my fear was only adding to the pressure building up between my legs.

The tension was becoming too much, and finally my arousal got the better of me. I thrust my hips upward, my clit pressing into his throbbing cock from under my blanket. A small moan escaped my lips.

Letting go of my shoulders the devil threw off the rest of my blanket and exposed my pulsing, wet pussy. The night air over my hot mound felt cool, and I shivered, but not in fear this time. He grabbed my hips and thrust his face between my thighs. His hot breath teasing my aching slit.

He began to explore my folds with his long, pointed tongue. The sensation was incredible, so intense. His hot tongue circled my most tender spot and I moaned, pressing my hips into his face. He pushed me back, and got up from between my thighs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Lust taking over me, I picked myself back up and crawled towards him, eager for more. I reached my hand out bravely and finally grasped his cock, barely able to wrap my hand around it. He groaned and moved forward so I could have a better reach, gasping as I brushed the tip with my fingers. I could feel a little wetness, and I rubbed it all down his shaft. He groaned and grabbed the back of my head and firmly drew me closer.

At this point my arousal had so overtaken me that I would do anything he wanted. I parted my lips as much as I could and he thrust into my willing mouth. I explored the head of his cock with my tongue, unable to get much more of his massive cock into my small mouth.

I sucked his cock with feverish desire, never having felt so turned on from a blowjob. Desperate to get more and more of his huge meat sword down my throat, I grasped his firm muscular ass and pulled him into me, my throat opening to him all at once. I still craved more and I began bobbing my head up and down the length of his shaft, flicking my tongue along the underside as I did so. I was only becoming more dazed with arousal with every thrust down my throat.

He could feel my desperation and once again threw me back down on the bed. This time, he laid down on me and I took his weight. My hands scrambled and grabbed for his throbbing cock. The devil groaned and I felt his member swell even larger in my hand.

“More,” I begged, consumed with need. He pinned me down with his forearm against my throat, lightly choking me, the long length of his cock rubbing up against me, his hot breath becoming more laboured against my neck.

Finally, he shifted his hips and pressed hard, entering me.

“Oooooh!” I cried out in delight. I reached my arms around his muscular back and dug my fingernails deep in his flesh, his hot throbbing member filling me up completely.

He thrust in me, deeper and faster, pounding me until he gave a great sudden roar. The pressure of him filling me up with his hot load was enough to send me over the edge and I shuddered ecstatically underneath him.

He pulled himself off and I felt his huge load spill out of me. I stared at him blankly, dazed from pleasure. He stood in the moonlight and grinned a big toothy grin, whispering that he would be back before disappearing into a puff of smoke.

Breathless, I whispered, “Hail Satan,” before laying myself back down to sleep, a huge smile on my face.

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