A Deal With The Demon

Tension stretched throughout Linda's day. The Henderson case weighed on her nerves. The details and evidence could sway the case in any direction. She could handle it, but it reminded her she was getting older. Running a law firm suited a younger, perky soul, not a woman in her 50's.

She was resilient, nonetheless. She had no choice. Growing up in Tijuana made her that way. Her parents raised her that way, fighting to get her into the states. She fought, survived, and thrived, becoming the woman she was today. She knew wat she wanted and had no problem finding the best way to get it. The traits didn't carry over to her son, Marco. He grew up to be a scared runt. He didn't get that from her or his father.

Good riddance to him.

Concern for him could fester another day. Tonight, she was happy to be home, even though the tension followed her. Her luxurious two-story served as her refuge. Linda pushed the tension from her mind as she stepped out of the garage. She bundled her way, black hair into a ponytail for the work day. She unwrapped it as she turned down the hall, pleased the gray hair hadn't taken over yet.

She had not planned for company.

Linda shrieked as the lights came on. "What the fuck?!"

Marco looked petrified, trembling next to the kitchen counter. "M...m...mom." Marco croaked through a voice so dry it sounded like a whisper.

"Hi. Mom." A large black man sat at a stool next to him. A big, bear sized hand gripped the back of Marco's neck, skin stretching across his Adam's apple. The man had almond-colored skin. The baggy camo pants and a black T-shirt made him look mean, but efficient, tactical.

"My baby!" Terror shot threw her deep, brown eyes. "W...What are you..."

"Your son owes me money."

Marco batted his eyes, afraid to face his mom or his dealer. He only wanted a pick me up for the weekend, but he was short on cash. Other dealers had either disappeared or refused to sell to him. The Demon, as the large man was called, only offered him weed. It pissed him off. He wanted the harder stuff. He hadn't had a good high in months. Drastic times gave way to dumb decisions. Robbing one of the Demon's underlings was the first. Pulling a knife on the Demon himself was his second.

"Le...let my son go." Linda trembled. Her voice quivered with every word.

"Can't." The Demon replied.

"Why...why not?"

"I said." The Demon stood, still gripping Marcos's neck. "He owes me money."

Linda's eyes darted between Marco and the large man. She had to protect her son. "Please." Linda took a step towards them. She'd been in fistfights before, but fighting was out of the question. The man outweighed and outsized her. "Let him go. We...we can work something out."

"You have no choice but to work something out. He fucked up, big time."

"P...please, you can take whatever you want."

The Demon raised an eyebrow as he looked around.

"Mom." Marco croaked. "Don't let him hurt me." He peered towards the Demon, refusing to make eye-contact. He shot his eyes back towards his mother. "It...it was a mistake." A tear welled up in the corn of his eye. His chest heaved. "P...please, mom."

"It's ok, Marco." Linda looked at the Demon. "Please. Whatever he owes, I'll pay it. I'll pay it!"

The Demon looked at Marco, then at Linda. He released his grip. Marco was free.

"Run, Marco." Linda hollered.

He was already sprinting. Jumping over the sofa, he moved like his life depended on it. He bolted out the front door, slamming it behind him.

The Demon stood like a statue as he watched the scrawny figure sprint. A smile flared across his face. He bellowed. His laughter echoed through the kitchen. "Some kid you got there." He wiped a tear from his eye.

Linda wasn't laughing. "What the hell, Damon?" The quivering left her voice. Steel replaced it. She stood straight, arms crossed.

"What?" Damon the Demon raised an eyebrow at her.

"Don't 'what' me! What the hell was that? Breaking into my house. Holding my son hostage..."

"I told you he owed me money."

"He always owes you money."

"Shouldn't you be worried about him calling the police?" Damon smiled.

Linda rolled her eyes. "He's gonna run to his apartment and hide. You probably made him shit himself. But never mind him, what the hell was all that about?" Her arms were still crossed.

"He fucked up, bad." Damon mirrored Linda, crossing his own arms. "Tried robbing one of my guys..."

"And that's enough reason to show up to my house? What if the neighbors saw you?"

"Sounds like your problem. Plus, you know I'm careful." He paused for a moment. " He did this too." Damon took off his shirt. A bandage wrapped around his left pec and shoulder. His brow furrowed. "Came at me with a knife while my back was turned. Be happy I didn't beat his brains out."

"Shit." The drugs were normal. Stealing was rare. Robbing a person head on was new. Stabbing Damon was downright stupid. "But...we have a deal." Linda whined. "What if someone saw you?"

Damon eyed her. His gaze sent tingles across her tan skin. He stepped towards her. "You're right. We do have a deal." The words rolled like velvet, smooth and cool. "I sell good, clean weed to your kid, a fucking 22 year old. A man. Same age as me. Keep him away from the hard stuff, and shut down anyone who tries to sell him harder stuff." He inched towards her. "Right?"

Linda felt the fridge at her back. "Yes."

He continued. "I also keep his little habit under wraps so he doesn't fuck up your reputation, right?"

"Yes."

Damon loomed over her. "And I've done my part right?"

"...yes."

He leaned, putting his lips against her ear. "Then why haven't you answered your fucking phone?" He hissed.

The deal started eight months ago. Linda figured out who all was dealing to Marco, and Damon the Demon was most appealing. More than smart, he was strong and wise.

When they met, he rejected her money.

He offered a different deal.

She accepted.

"I..." Linda tucked her hands behind her back. Despite her age, the blazer and short skirt made her look like a guilty school girl. "I've been busy."

"Can't be that damn busy."

He was right. Last time, she had gone two weeks without answering him. A tricky case had taken up her attention, leading to late hours. He appeared in her office after her staff had left for the night. He was pissed. Spreading her across her desk, he fucked her senseless. It left her dazed and light on her feet for two days.

The sex so far had been amazing, but that was the best fuck of her life.

She wanted to see what would happen if she held out longer.

"I...I...I..." Linda could not find an excuse. She planned one, but she had been expecting him to show up at the office again. Standing in front of her, in her own kitchen, The words escaped her.

He placed his hands on her cheeks. "I've done my part, right?"

She peered up into his dark, brown eyes. "Yes."

"Then it sounds like you need to do your part." His eyes burned into hers. He ran his thumb across her lip. "You can start by putting this pretty, pouty mouth to good use."

Linda hid her enthusiasm. Sliding down against the fridge, she got on her knees. She looked up at the looming figure in front of her. Trembling hands undid his belt and zipper. A meaty, thick cock leaped out at her.

"Get to work." Damon commanded.

She obeyed. Grabbing is cock, she enveloped it with her mouth. Pre-cum was already beading at the tip. Having a cock in her mouth had never excited her until she met Damon. Her nipples hardened under her blouse. Frantic bobbing ensued. Her blowjob skills had improved over the last eight months. The cock was slick in no time. She moaned and drooled up and down its length. Moaning and cooing ensued as she worked his cock. Linda's panties got wetter and wetter as she gobbled away at Damon's cock.

"Move those hands." Damon glared down at her. His pants slipped further and further to the floor. "And look up." With their eyes locked, Damon began fucking her face. Linda's eyes rolled. She couldn't remember the last time he had done it this rough, but she loved it. The sensation of cock sliding against her tongue made her nipples tingle. She popped open her blazer and reached under her blouse, glad she'd ditched the bra that morning.

Strong hands gripped her head. Damon jackhammered her throat. "Yes...." He moaned. His mouth hung open. His breathing grew rugged. He slowed his pace. "Yes." He pulled back, leaving the tip.

Cum flooded Linda's mouth. She fought to keep up, swallowing as much as she could. Cum trickled out the corners of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered as she savored the sweet, salty taste. She lapped every drop, swirling her tongue around the tip.

Linda let the cock slip from her lips. She was proud of her work. She didn't have time to catch her breath. Damon yanked her up by her arms, hoisted her up on his shoulder, and made his way to her bedroom.

They had never had sex at her house.

He already knew the way.

Elegant, yet cozy described the master bedroom. A spacious queen sized bed served as the focal point, one fit for a queen. It was adorned with purple satin sheets and a black, metal canopy encased it.

It worked well for fucking too.

Damon splayed Linda across the bed and yanked her skirt and panties down. Linda shook the blazer off. The bobbing of her tits in the soft, silk blouse sent a mean streak through Damon. He ripped the blouse off with ease. Buttons shot in different directions. Rips opened up on the sleeve and down the back. She would never wear it again.

"Dammit Damon!" Linda pouted. "I liked that top."

"Get over it." He grinned as he stared at the lovely set of breasts in front of him. He smacked his stiff cock against her pussy. "Hmm. Already wet, like a good little slut, huh?"

Linda hid another smile. Spreading her legs, her wet pussy eagerly welcomed his throbbing cock. It had only been a few weeks since their last session, but Damon's cock felt foreign inside of her. She missed the sensation of being filled by the Demon. Tonight, she had almost forgotten how large it was. "Fuck." She groaned as she gave in to his girth.

He locked eyes with his prey and gave her a smile worthy of his "demon" nickname. Seductive and vicious at the same time. Propping himself up on his knuckles, he commenced pounding. Burying his cock as deep as he could, he pulled back enough for the tip to stay in and jammed the full length back in, repeating the motion with reckless abandon.

Linda quivered.

The thrusts mixed the styles of a steamy affair, an unhinged quickie, and a dark ritual. A hint of passion added in for a good measure. There was no love between them. They were the means to each other's own selfish, sexual end.

The bed shifted and shook beneath them. The canopy rattled above them, swaying to the rhythm of their gyrations. Linda gripped the sheets. Each animalistic thrust set her volleying across the bed. Damon reeled her back in to take the next thrust. He sat up, clutching her legs to his chest, and upped his intensity, slamming his cock into her pussy.

Tits bounced and bobbed in front of him. He marveled at them, the shape, the way they moved.

Great tits for a chick in her 50's, he thought to himself.

Sweat broke out across his skin. The sound of their bodies smacking against each other added to the ensemble growing around them.

He sped up. "Ready for another load?"

Linda opened her eyes. She didn't remember closing them. "Uh-huh." Heat built up inside her.

"Doesn't sound like it." He leered.

"Yes...please." A quiver trickled up her leg. The heat got hotter.

"Sounds like you don't want it." He picked up the intensity.

The orgasm hit her harder than it did I last time. She yanked the sheets off the bed. Her heart raced. Shriek after shriek purged from deep inside her. Her legs shook, caught in Damon's grasp. She choked on her words, sputtering.

"What's that, slut?"

The words found their way out. "Yes!" I fucking want it." She cried. "I want your fucking cum inside me. I want you to fill my pussy with every last drop."

"That's what I thought." He opened her legs and laid flat on top of her. Linda wrapped her legs around his waist as the aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed through her body. She bit his good shoulder hard enough to leave an imprint.

It was what he needed. He roared as a barrage of cum sprayed into her pussy.

Linda moaned, relaxing as she was filled. Sitting up, and pulling out a bit, he let more spray her pussy lips. The mixture of cum and her juices ran down to her rosebud. Damon admired his work. He smacked his cock against her clit, smearing the mixture onto his tip.

Linda shuddered in response. She caught her breath. As far as she was concerned, the wait was worth it. She felt lighter than the last time. Her skin glistened with the mix of their sweat. She felt like a satisfied queen. Damon delivered the pounding she was looking for.

He wasn't finished yet.

He grabbed her by the leg and flipped her on her stomach. "Hmm." He growled. "Beautiful ass for a 50 year old."

"52." She stretched as she corrected him. She felt a hand in the small of her back as his semi-erect cock proded between her shapely buttocks. It was slick from the mix of her juices and his cum. "What are you..." It inched closer and closer to her bumhole. The same combination of cum and juices covered it. "Wha..."

Damon laid flat on her back. He spoke into her ear with that cool, velvety tone. "Relax. Held out on me for weeks and you think I'm done?"

The blowjob was one thing. The pussy pummeling was what she wanted. Having her ass railed wasn't on her list, but she couldn't let the opportunity wane. She took slow deep breaths. Her body relaxed under his weight like she was melting into the crumpled sheets. Her entrance gave enough for the tip of his cock to slip in.

"There you go." Damon encouraged her. His voice was soothing in her ear. Slowly, he penetrated her. Her bumhole opened, welcoming his cock. As he pushed in, she could feel the semi-erect cock stiffening inside her. Time slowed as he pushed deeper and deeper. The ensemble of sounds was replaced by heavy breathing. Finally, every inch was buried in her. Damon snaked a hand around her throat, "Ready for one more load?"

She couldn't see him. Her eyes fluttered. "Fuck me, please."

Damon gave her time to get used to his cock before he picked up the pace. One hand wrapped around her throat. The other squeezed her tits together.

Infatuation smothered Linda. She pushed back against his cock, inviting him to delve as deep as he could.

Damon was happy to oblige.

Grinding against her ass, primal lust flared through Damon. He squeezed tighter around her. Beastly grunts rumbled in Linda's ear as he prodded away. He sounded like a deprived animal. He sounded like a demon.

A feverish sweat flared between them, mingling and tingling each other's skin. Linda bit into the bedsheets. Another orgasm built up. Her eyes rolled. The sheets beneath were wet, then sticky. She shook and bucked harder, whining through the sheets between her teeth.

"Good..girl." Damon breathed between the words trying to keep his vigorous pace. "Ready...for...fuck!" He came before he could get the words out. Spurt after spurt painted her insides.

Fuck, Linda thought. How can he come so much? That's three big loads in a row.

Damon let go of her throat and used each hand to cup her tits, fondling them as he emptied his last drops. Linda stretched out across the bed, like a relaxed cat.

"Fuck." Damon whispered. "Great tits, great ass, great pussy. Fuck." He took a deep breath and sat up, easing his cock out. Cum trickled out after it. He gave her ass another smack. "Such a good slut." He stood stepping into his pants.

Linda turned over, trying not to indulge in the afterglow just yet. "So," she said, "no problems for my son, right?"

"Not as long as he doesn't try stabbing me again. Next time, I break his arm."

Linda studied the bandage wrapped around his chest. Their ravenous fuck had loosened it. "That's fair, if you only break it. It was stupid."

"Far as the rest goes, deal's a deal, but you better answer your fucking phone when I call." He stepped towards the door. His shirt was still in the kitchen.

Linda was still studying the bandage. It gave him a wounded titan look. Lust bloomed in her mind. She'd be replaying tonight's scenes in her mind for the next few days. She'd probably finger herself later.

Damon regained her attention. He grabbed her by the throat and stood her up. He gripped her ass with his other hand.

The grab shocked her. She placed her hands on his chest. Naked and vulnerable, she looked straight into the eyes of the Demon.

"And next time you want your brains fucked out like I did in your office." The demon smile resurfaced as he spoke. "Answer the fucking phone and say so."

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Note from the Athor - This was intended to be a short one off story. I had the idea a year or two ago and finally had time to get it off mind.