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Fantasy

Cousin Brandy

Kevin’s cousin Brandy stays with him and discovers his fetishes for smoking and latex. She has always been interested in him so she indulges in his interests.

Fantasy

The Devil’s Pact Chapter 2: The Salon

The Devil’s Pact
Chapter Two: The Salon
I stepped out of the Starbucks into the sunshine feeling like a whole new woman. Maybe, it was because I am a new women. When I awoke I was simply Mary Sullivan, college student and barista. Then Mark appeared at my work. And in a few minutes his presence had transformed me. Awakened desires long buried in my heart and showed me pleasures I had never dreamed I could experience. He had peered into my soul and I peered into his, and in each other we found love.
Now, I’m his woman. His lover. The thought sent a warm flutter through my stomach. Mark had known me, known my body, more intimately than anyone before. He knew every part of my body, even my ass. I rubbed my butt which was still a little sore. It was a pleasant ache that reminded me of Mark’s cock plunging deep into me. How good it felt when his cum squirted hot and wet deep into my bowels. No man, no object, had ever been up my ass. My ex-boyfriend, Mike, had always begged me. I had always said no. I always thought it was too dirty and I feared it would be painful. Mark showed me that it was also pleasurable.
I guess, I just never trusted Mike enough not to hurt me. He always cared more about his own pleasures. I would be lucky if he lasted long enough for me to cum. And then he would just roll off me and fall asleep. I usually had to masturbate while he snored next to me. His idea of foreplay was to paw at my breasts, maybe suck my nipples, and then plunge his cock right in. I usually had to use lube, because he rarely got my pussy wet. He loved for me to give him blowjobs and loved cumming on my face. But I never could get him to eat my pussy. I had been dating Mike since my junior year in high school. He took my virginity in the back seat of his mom’s Honda after prom. He was my only lover, so I didn’t really know what I was missing out on until Mark.
And not just the pleasures a man could give. Mark had found my most secret desires, ones I had buried so deep I didn’t even know the existed, and exposed them. With my co-worker, Cynthia, I had learned the pleasures a woman could give me, and the pleasures I could give a woman. Cynthia’s tongue felt so good on vulva and clit. And her vulva felt like warm silk on my lips. And her flavor was this sweet, tangy mix that was delicious. My lust for women must have always been there, deep inside me. It must be why I would get so excited at slumber parties to practice french kissing with the other girls. Or why I could still vividly remember locker room after gym class, and the youthful flesh of my classmates. Just picturing their budding breasts, slim hips, and the downy sparseness of a girls first pubic hair was making me cream my panties.
I glanced at Mark and felt my face flush and heartbeat quicken. There was something about him, something that I just can’t resist. He wasn’t particularly handsome. His silver-rimed glasses were too big and some fat under his chin made his face look to round. And he was definitely overweight. His body was soft with a dropping gut and love handles, and he had the start of man-boobs. His eyes were definitely his best feature, deep blue pools that could pierce your soul with their intensity.
Love must be blind. Mark certainly wasn’t better looking then Mike. I never would have looked twice at him before this morning. But then, Mark fell in love with me. Not wild Cynthia. Who was so experienced in sex, always boasting about her one night stands with some guy or gal she met at a bar. Or fit and tanned Vivian, with her smokey, bedroom voice and cow large breast. The type of tits guys always panted after. I was nothing compared to either of them, but Mark fell for me. And I fell for him.
I looked back at the Starbucks one last time, knowing I would never return. This morning I entered here a timid girl and I was leaving a confident women; a women that had sucked both pussy and cock and been fucked and sucked everywhere on my body. For Mark, I’ve become such a dirty tramp. It made Mark happy. And that made me happy.
“Do you have a car?” Mark asked me, his voice a rich, powerful baritone that was impossible to ignore.
“Not really,” I answered. “Mike has a truck, but he didn’t want to wake up early to drive me to work today. What with it being his day off and all.” I didn’t bother to hide my irritation.
“What an asshole,” Mark said, shaking his head and he lead me over to a beat up maroon Ford car.
Mike was a asshole. I’m glad I dumped him for Mark. I flushed in shame, remembering how I broke up with him. It wasn’t the most orthodox breakup, and I felt guilty about it. I wasn’t sure if I felt guilty for breaking up over the phone with Mike while Mark fucked me up the ass, or how naughty and sexy I felt and how great my orgasm was while doing it.
Mark opened the passenger door for me and I blinked in surprise at the mess in his car. The floor was covered in fast food wrappers and empty drink cups. “Ehh.” I started to say something, but stopped. I didn’t want to say something mean. That wouldn’t make Mark happy. “You like McDonalds,” I quipped lamely.
“Sorry,” he said, flushing with embarrassment. “I … shit. I’m really sorry.” He bent down and started to throw some of the wrappers into the backseat.
“Clearly, you haven’t had a girlfriend in a while,” I said jokingly, trying to take the sting out of his embarrassment.
“No,” he said, a little bitter. He turned to face me, his finger gently stroked my cheek. “But I got you now.”
My heart melted and I just had to lean in and kiss him. He was such a sweetie. Not like Mike. Mike never said nice things to me anymore. Mark’s arms wrapped around me and pulled me in tight as I kissed him, his hand slid down and squeezed my ass through my pants. Mark must really like my ass, he’s been rubbing it all morning. I broke the kiss and slid into the slightly cleaner passenger seat. Mark walked around the car and got into the driver seat, starting the engine. A fan belt screeched and the engine coughed and started.
Mark looked at me. “No offense, Mare, but that uniform isn’t the most flattering on you.”
“Mare?” I asked, pretending to be indignant. “Mare? What am I, your horse?”
Mark blinked. “I…uh… Sorry, I thought it was cute. You know, short for Mary.” He got flustered easily, and I couldn’t help giggling. He was so easy to tease. Mark relaxed, realizing I wasn’t offended. “Aren’t you my filly, now?” he asked, jokingly.
I neighed, and broke out laughing. “I guess that makes you my stallion.”
Mark leaned over to me. “You’re stallion, huh.” He kissed me hard, his tongue filling my mouth. “You’re stallion’s feeling a little frisky.”
Feeling bold, I rubbed his cock through his pants, feeling it growing hard. “Mmhh, yes you are,” I purred in agreement.
Mark’s hand slipped up underneath my shirt and groped my left boob through my bra. His mouth was on mine again and this time it was my tongue filling his mouth. His fingers rubbed my nipple through the bra, sending tingly pleasure through my body, ending down at my pussy. It was getting hot and wet down there, my juices were soaking into my panties. I shifted my thighs, rubbing my clit deliciously against my panties. My fingers unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was warm in my hands and throbbed with his heart beat. He moaned into my lips as I gave his cock a few strokes.
Mark was pulling my shirt up and I had to sadly let go of his cock so he could get it over my head. He was then reaching behind me and fumbling at my bra clasp. He cursed, and then my bra was unclasped and my tits were bare and Mark was sucking at my nipples. I moaned softly. It felt so damn good. He was switching back and forth between them, his tongue rough and wet. My hand found his cock and I started to stroke it again.
There was a loud rap on the window startled me and a middle aged women screamed at us, “Perverts!”
I flushed. I was so caught up in the moment I forgot we were still in the Starbucks parking lot. I covered my breasts as Mark gave me his boyish grin. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Mare,” he told me in his commanding voice. “You’re breasts are so beautiful. You shouldn’t ever hide them.”
Mark was right. My breasts were beautiful. I moved my hands and stared boldly at the woman, my right hand slid over and grasped my stallion’s hard cock, slowly jacking the warm shaft. The women snorted in disgust and was pulling her phone out of her purse. Mark put the car in reverse and backed out.
“Let’s find something a little more private,” he said and I squeezed his cock in agreement.
Mark took us to the alley behind the Safeway at the other side of the parking lot and got out of the car, walking quickly around to my side. He opened my door and held out his hand. I grasped it with my right and his thumb caressed the back of my hand. Then, he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it softly, like I was his lady. It was sweet and I smiled happily up at him. He helped me out of the car. The air was cool on my nipples and it felt so naughty to be topless in public. My panties were drenched with excitement. Mark spun me about and pushed me forward against the hood of his car, rubbing my ass through my pants. I unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down my legs, so they bunched up around my ankles.
“Oh, god you’re so sexy!” Mark moaned, his fingers hooking into my panties and pulling them down my legs.
And then he was in me, fucking me hard from behind. I fell onto my elbows on the hood and gasped in pleasure as he filled my pussy with his hard cock, his balls slapping against my clit. I moaned, long and loud, delighting how wonderful it filled up with his cock. He pulled back, his cock rubbing sweetly against my pussy walls, and then thrust hard inside me again. And again. Pleasure tingled though my body, my nerves on fire with lust.
“My sweet filly!” Mark gasped. “My sweet, wild filly!”
“Oh, fuck me!” I moaned. “Fuck your filly! Fuck me, you big stallion. Oh, God! Your cock so good!”
Mark was fucking me hard and fast. My clit rubbed pleasurable on the cold metal on his car, contrasting with Mark’s hot cock filling my pussy. I gasped as he pulled my ponytail, hard, yanking my head back. I felt so slutty. “Ride your filly,” I moaned. “Ride me hard!”
I looked up and saw a teenage boy, maybe fifteen, filming us with his phone at the ally entrance. With a naughty smile I winked at the boy. Then, I rose up off my elbows, using my hands support me, so the teenager could see my tits bouncing as my stallion fucked me. I had nothing to be ashamed of. Mark was right. My breasts were beautiful. I grasped my nipple and pinched it between my fingers. I was a naughty, dirty slut. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, and squeezed my pussy on Mark’s hard cock.
“My filly’s so tight!” Mark moaned. “Oh, god. I’m cumming!”
My pussy contracted fast and hard as Mark’s cum shot inside me. Hot and thick and triggering my own orgasm. I threw back my head and yelled wordless as the pleasure crashed through my body. Panting, Mark fucked me a few more times as my pussy milked the last of his cum. Sighing softly, I stood up, pressing my back against his soft chest. Mark’s arms wrapped about my waist, hugging me tightly. His fingers caressed my stomach and played with my curly pubic hair. His cock was going soft in my pussy as he nibbled on my neck. We were in our own world of happiness.
And then I saw teenage boy was still filming, and our private world vanished. While the teenager watching us fuck made me feel hot and sexy. The teenager watching us cuddle just ruined the intimacy. I glared at the boy and he just smirked. “Mark, some teenager is filming us,” I whispered.
“Go home!” Mark shouted at the teenage punk. Clearly bummed, the kid jumped on his skateboard and headed off. Mark pulled out of me and I felt his cum starting to run down my thighs. I pulled my panties and pants up as Mark put his cock away. “The kid kinda ruined the moment,” Mark said regretfully.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Although, it made the sex hotter.”
Mark chuckled and kissed me. “Such a naughty filly.”
Smiling, I reached into the car and found my bra. Mark had broken the clasp in his haste. I held I up to him, shaking my head. “It’s not that hard to unclasps them, Mark,” I said in amusement.”
“Sorry,” Mark said, sheepishly. “I’ll get you another. Speaking of clothes, we got to get you in something more flattering than that polo shirt. All though, your ass looks amazing in those pants. Where’s your place at?”
My place was also Mike’s place and guilt boiled in my stomach. “I … I live … I mean, I lived with Mike. After what I did …” I trailed off, shaking my head. I never thought I would cheat on Mike. Even if I did it with my soulmate. I consoled myself by remembering that Mike had probably cheated on me with that big-titted tramp from his work. He had denied it, repeatedly, telling me I was just jealous and overreacting. He was convincing, but the way that bitch looked at him sometimes made me think something must have happened.
Mark nodded. “Yeah, that was pretty mean of me,” he said. “So don’t feel bad, okay Mare.” It was sweet of Mark to try and assuage my guilt. And it did help a little. “It was just so…” he trailed off, searching for a word.
“Naughty?”
That boyish grin came back and he nodded. “It was. So naughty.”
“So, I don’t think I can face him, not yet.” I reached into the car and grabbed my black polo and pulled it over my head. The fabric rasped pleasantly on my nipples, still a little sensitive from my orgasm.
“Okay, Mare. Let’s go shopping. Get you some new clothes.”
I hugged Mark in delight. Mike never wanted to go shopping with me. Remembering how badly Mike treated me also helped a lot to make me feel less guilty. “Okay, let’s go shopping.”
We got back into his dirty car. Mark was definitely going to need to clean his car if he expected me to ride in it. Mark turned the key and the engine starting with a loud sputter. Mark drove us out of the parking lot and onto Pacific Ave, the main road through Spanaway and Parkland and into Tacoma. As we drove, I realized that Mark and I had done just about every sex act I had heard of, and I didn’t even know his last name. So I asked him.
Mark blinked at me. “Wow. I guess we don’t really know much about each other. Well, let’s see.” He paused, thinking. “I’m Mark Glassner. I’m twenty-seven. Umm, I’ve been working shitty jobs since I was eighteen. Currently, I sell vacuum-cleaners door-to-door.”
I couldn’t help laughing at that. “People still do that?”
“Not that successfully,” Mark answered. “Most people listen politely, then politely tell me to go fuck myself.”
“Well, Mark, I’m surprised you’re not that good at it. Since you convinced three strange girls to have an orgy with you.” I furrowed my eyebrows and wondered how he had done that. His voice was just so commanding, you just obeyed him. Was it something you could learn?
Mark seemed a little uncomfortable, so I changed the subject. I would pry that secret out of him, eventually. I had my whole life ahead to do it. “What about your family?” I asked.
“I have a little sister,” Mark said. “Although, I guess Antsy not so little any more since she started college last year.”
“Antsy? That’s a…um…unique name.” I was trying not to giggle.
“It’s short for Samantha,” Mark explained. “When she was a little kid she couldn’t sit still so my dad started calling her Antsy. My sister still lives with my parents while she’s going to school, but I … I, um, moved out when I was eighteen.”
His voice sounded bitter and I sensed some pain. I rubbed his thigh consolingly. “My mother wasn’t a great parent,” I told Mark in an understanding tone.
“It was my dad,” Mark said after a long pause. “He was fine until I was eleven, and then he hurt his back, or so he claimed. He was a longshoreman at the Port of Tacoma and so he couldn’t work anymore and he went on disability. Money got tight. My mom had to start working and my dad,” Mark snorted with derision. “My dad started drinking. And then he started getting abusive. To me. To my mom. And sometimes even Antsy. I stood up to him when I got older and realized I was as strong as him. So the bastard kicked me out when graduated high school. I’ve tried a bunch of times to convince my mom to leave him, but she won’t. She says she loves him, but I think she’s too scared of being alone. Since I moved out, my mom claims that he stopped hitting her. But…”
“But, you think she’s just trying to protect you,” I finished, squeezing his thigh reassuringly. He nodded.
Mark cleared his throat. He was doing that guy thing where they pretend they weren’t about to cry. “So, what about you,” he croaked, voice thick with suppress emotion. He cleared his throat again. “What’s your last name?”
“Sullivan,” I answered, immediately. “I’m nineteen. I have two sisters. Shannon’s my older sister and Missy’s my younger sister.”
“I definitely need to stop thinking of my sister as a kid since I’m dating someone the same age,” Mark quipped.
“You’re just a cradle robber,” I joked back. “Seducing innocent young girls with your lecherous ways.”
We stopped at a red light and Mark bent over and kissed me, “Guilty as charged,” he whispered, kissing my cheek and nuzzling at my neck. The light turned green and a horn blared behind us. Mark grinned boyishly at me and continued driving.
“I work part-time at Starbucks. Or, at least I did,” I flushed as I savored the memory of what we did this morning. “It was helping to pay for college, so I hope you step up your vacuum-cleaner salesmanship to keep me in the poor lifestyle I’ve become accustomed to.”
“Money’s not going to be a problem, Mare,” he told me with confidence. That nickname, Mare, was starting to grow on me. I kinda wished I had one for him. Mark doesn’t really shorten into anything. Except Mar. And that sounds silly. Maybe Ark? No. He’s not a big boat with a bunch of animals on board. Stallion was a fantastic nickname for when we were fucking, but seemed a little too weird to use otherwise.
“So, where are you going to school?”
“I’m attending DeVry up in Federal Way,” I answered, “working on a graphic design degree.”
Mark smiled and nodded appreciatively. “I didn’t know I was dating a talented artist. I would love to see your work.”
I blushed. “I’m not that good,” I said. People, mostly my dad and my sisters, said my art was amazing or beautiful. I, however, always saw my flaws and mistakes. “But, I’ll show you, if you want.”
He squeezed my hand on his thigh and brought it up to his lips, kissing my fingertips. “I do.” He held onto my hand, driving with just his left. Mark turned right onto 512, the freeway towards South Hill and its mall. “You said you’re mom wasn’t that great of a person?” he asked, merging onto the freeway.
I hesitated. I didn’t like talking about my mom. Mark squeeze my hand reassuringly. “You don’t need to talk about it, if its to painful.”
I breathed deeply. Mark was my soulmate. He deserved to know. “When I was six, my mom …” I broke off, wiping at the tears welling in my eyes. Even after so many years it was painful. My mom left a wound in my heart that opened every time I thought about her. “She left my dad. She was cheating on him and just ran off with this musician.” I paused, fighting back sobs. How could that whore abandon us.
I regained my composure enough to continue. “Dad was a wonderful parent and did his best to raise me and my sisters. But mom’s abandonment hurt him deeply. Hurt all of us, deeply. He didn’t smile as much and had hard time dating women. I think he found it hard to trust after that. My mom didn’t even tell anyone she was leaving, just packed a suitcase and left a note. Dad showed it to me when I was older. She wrote that she wasn’t happy with her family. She wanted to have fun, go out partying. To enjoy wild sex. She wrote that my sisters and I were just holding her back with responsibility.”
The tears were flowing now. It still hurt after all these years. What mother abandons her children so she could have fun. And never once in the last thirteen years had the whore ever as much as sent a birthday card. Dad said she didn’t even contest the divorce. Just signed away her parental rights so she could whore around with that musician.
Of course, I’m just as much a whore. I cheated on Mike and then ditched him. Sobs wracked my body as I realized that I was my mother. How could this have happened? Oh God, how did I become her?
Mark’s arms enveloped me, pulled me into his chest. His hands stroked my hair, gently. I was crying so hard that I didn’t even notice him pulling over to the shoulder. He rocked me in his arms, and whispered, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not going to abandon you. Shh.”
“That’s…not…” I sobbed, trying to speak. I started to hiccup. “I’m … hic … my mother! I’m just as … hic … bad! I’m a … hic … a whore!”
“No you’re not,” Mark whispered, kissing my forehead. “You’re an angel, not a whore. You and Mike were just dating. You didn’t marry him. You guys didn’t have any kids. You didn’t abandon your family to go have fun.” I nodded and hiccuped. My tears stopped and I sniffed loudly. I rubbed at my eyes, wiping tears away.
“And your dad never treated your mom badly, right?” Mark asked. “Never was an asshole to her, like Mike was to you?” Dad was always sweet to mom. They never even fought. I had thought they were in love. “No. Dad loved her. We were always catching them kissing.”
“Did Mike ever love you,” Mark asked. “Or did he just love sleeping with you?”
I thought about it. Mike was always at me for sex, but I had to badger him to take me out on dates or just to spend time with me. And I never felt half as intensely about Mike as I did for Mark. He was a candle compared to the bonfire of my love for Mark. I realized what Mike and I had was just teenage lust. Mark was right. I smiled in relief. Thank God, I wasn’t my mother.
“Thank you,” I whispered. Mark kissed my cheek and he must be tasting the salt of my tears. Then he was kissing my neck, nibbling and sucking and probably leaving a hickey to match the one he gave me earlier. There was a click, and my seatbelt was released. I watched in confusion as Mark leaned back into his seat and pulled out his hard cock and then pulled out off the shoulder and back onto the freeway, accelerating quickly. He grinned at me and I licked my lips, realizing what Mark wanted me to do.
“I’ve always wanted to have my cock sucked while driving,” Mark confided in me.
Mark had been so sweet to me, so I was more than happy to fulfill his fantasy. I bent over, lowering my face into his lap and sucked the pink tip into my mouth. I traced the mushroom head with my tongue, feeling it balloon in my mouth. His cock tasted of my pussy, sweet and spicy. A semi-truck honked his horn as he passed and I got wet knowing he could see me sucking Mark’s cock. I rubbed my sticky thighs together in pleasure. Mark moaned and it made me feel happy knowing he was happy. I relaxed my throat and lowered my mouth all the way down his shaft until his pubic hair ticked my lips and nose. I rose up, lips rubbing the ridge of his cock head, tongue playing with his urethra.
I sucked hard and Mark groan, “Fuck that’s good. You’re mouth’s amazing, Mare.”
I deep-throated him again and settled into a slow rhythm. Rising up, playing with his head and then slowly devouring his cock, sucking hard. I cupped his balls, feeling their round hardness in his sack. His hand gripped the back of my head and he started to force me up and down faster and harder. I could feel his balls tightened in my hands and I knew he was about to cum. I slid my mouth up so only the head was inside.
“Here it cums, Mare,” he moaned.
His cum was thick and salty in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it poured in faster than I could handle. Warm cum escaped my lips. The car swerved wildly and I almost bit his cock in surprise. I sat up, cum running down my chin.
“What happened?” I asked as I scooped up the white and sticky cum with my fingers and licked them clean.
“Hmm?” he asked, coming off his orgasm. “That was amazing, but we probably shouldn’t do that again.”
“Why,” I asked, buckling my seatbelt.
“I almost wrecked the car when I came.”
I giggled. “Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t do that again.” My pussy was still on fire and I rubbed my thighs together, my clit rubbing against my panties.
“You need to cum, Mare?” I nodded. Mark was exiting the freeway and merging onto Meridian. “Well, I know just how to satisfy you.”
“How?” I asked, intrigued, squeezing my thighs hard together. Mark pulled off Meridian into a strip mall across the street from the South Hill Mall and parked in front of the Heavenly Creatures Salon. “What are we doing?”
“Well, don’t take this the wrong way,” Mark said. “But I like my pussies smooth.”
“You want me to get waxed?” I asked, and he nodded. I had shaved my pussy once, for Mike. But it was uncomfortable, shaving my vulva, and I got a bad case of razor burn. Mike begged me for weeks to shave it again, but it was such a bad experience that I didn’t do it again.
“You can get whatever wax you want, I would just love for your pussy lips to be smooth and bare.”
I thought for a moment. Mark seemed excited by the idea. And I wanted to making him happy. “Okay.” Maybe waxing wouldn’t be as bad as shaving.
We walked into the salon. It reeked of nail polish remover and hair spray and I felt a little light headed. A bored receptionist asked us to sign in and two middle-aged women read magazines on cushioned chairs. Mark gave a few, commanding orders to the staff and customers. In a few minutes, all the girls that worked in the salon lined up before us while the customers watched, including four more from the salon itself in various. There were some cute girls working here that just made my pussy wetter.
“Which one would you like to eat your pussy?” Mark asked me. I guess Mark really wanted me to enjoy getting waxed
Which was fine with me and I grinned as I looked over the girls. Most were Southeast Asians. Thai or Vietnamese. I eyed them over, lusting after pretty faces and the curves of their body. I licked my lips. I thought about the tall girl with bubblegum pink hair and large breasts straining at her loose blouse. Her face was round and her lips lush. Another girl combined a plump curviness with a sultry smile. But the petite, Vietnamese girl with the doll face and shy eyes stoked my fires. She was wearing the tightest, pink jeans that hugged her ass and rode low on her hips. A flowery, low cut halter top that showed off a small pair of breasts. I pointed at her and Mark motioned her over.
“What’s your name,” Mark asked her.
“Joy,” she answered. Her voice was rich and musical, like a songbird.
“Well, Joy, I want you to give Mary whatever type of wax she wants for free.” Joy nodded in agreement. “After your finished, I want you to eat her pussy until she cums.”
“Yes, sir,” Joy said, and flushed shyly.
“You ever been with a woman?” Mark asked her. She shook her head. I about creamed my panties. I was going pop her lesbian cherry.
“Everyone here, staff and customers,” Mark said loudly, “Joy and Mary’s lovemaking will be perfectly normal.” Mark paused, and then he grinned boyishly. “In fact, stylist, if a client ever asked you to perform a sex act on them, do it. And enjoy doing it.” He turned to the customers. “Ladies, I want you to enjoy yourselves. Have these girls get you off at least once.” The customers, mostly middle-aged women but there was a hot twenty-year old, eyed the stylists speculatively. The stylist giggled, licking their lips.
Mark turned back to Joy, and ordered, “Do whatever Mary tells you to do. No questions.” Joy nodded.
I kissed Mark on the lips. “Thank you.” He was a great boyfriend and understood I had urges only a woman could satisfy.
“Have fun,” he told me. “I’m going to go buy a camcorder, so I’ll meet you back here in a little while.”
“You’re not going to stick around?” I asked. “There’s some pretty girls working here.” I pictured Mark fucking the pink-haird girl while Joy ate my pussy. It was such a delightful image. I could just see his cock diving into her pussy, spreading her lips as the shaft slides in. The way she would moan, enjoying Mark’s cock filling her up.
Mark glanced at some of the stylists and sighed. “It’s the smell. I can’t stand it. Making me a little sick to my stomach.”
“Okay, hun,” I kissed him goodbye. And then Joy was leading back into the salon.
My pussy was on fire and my stomach roiled in excitement, as I followed Joy to a small room. At its center was a vinyl padded table. Hanging from the wall were fluffy, white towels. A privacy screen sat in the corner for undressing. Along the opposite wall was a counter with a sink and cabinets underneath. Joy lit some incense, Jasmine I thought, and the air filled with a sweet, heady aroma. Joy then motioned for me to go behind the screen. Instead, I put on what I hoped was my sexiest grin before I pulled my Starbucks polo shirt over my head, baring my breasts.
“Miss, please the screen is for changing,” Joy gasped, turning away from me. “Once you are undressed, please wrap yourself in a towel.” She walked to the counter.
Joy started busying herself at the counter, opening cabinets and pulling out her supplies. I kicked off my black sneakers and pulled off plain white socks. With a snap, my pants were undone and sliding down my pale legs. I hooked my fingers in the elastic bands of my plain panties and slid them off. My auburn pussy hair was a matted mess. A mix of Mark’s drying cum and my vaginal juices. I adopted a sexy pose, right hand on my hip, left hand up in my head, legs bent slightly and chest thrust forward.
“Ready,” I said. Joy turned and blushed and looked at the ground. “How do I look?”
Joy shyly looked up, dark eyes roving my body. “You are very beautiful,” Joy answered.
“But not hot? Or sexy?” I asked, glad she thought I was beautiful, but I was hoping for some desire from the beautiful Asian.
“Sorry miss, but I’m not,” she swallowed uncomfortable, “gay.”
“You will be after you eat my tasty pussy,” I purred to her and she flushed, looking down again. I licked my lips, she was so adorable. “Why don’t you get naked too.”
“Our stylist keep their clothes on,” Joy explained as she pulled her top over her head. She wore no bra and had small, round breasts, smaller than mine, topped with olive-dark, tiny nipples. Joy froze, realizing what she just did, and covered those beautiful titties in embarrassment.
“Don’t do that,” I objected. Marks words from earlier today came back to me. “Those breasts are amazing. They deserve to be seen.”
Joy slid her hands away, flushing brightly, and kicked off her sandals and started to slid out of her tight, pink jeans. She had to wiggle that fine ass to slide her tight jeans off. Underneath she wore red, satin panties with black lace trim. Finally she pulled her panties off in one swift motion, as if she just want to get her embarrassment over with. I licked my lips appreciatively at her thick bush of wiry black hair that hid her pussy completely.
I reached out towards her, brushing a soft nipple. She flinched as I gently circled the aerola until she was hard and erect. Smiling, I sat down on the padded table and spread my legs, revealing the sticky mess from fucking Mark behind the Safeway.
“I think I need to be cleaned, first,” I ordered her.
Joy stared at the mess and nodded. She filled a small bucket with warm water and added some coconut scented soap. Grabbing a large, soft sponge she dipped it into the soapy water and gently started to wipe the mess from my thigh. The water was warm on my left thigh and she slowly washed her way to my pussy. My toes curled in anticipation and I sighed when she gently started cleaning my labia. The sponge was wet, and soft, and rough on my pussy and I moaned as it brushed my clit. I was so horny from the blowjob earlier and Joy’s naked body that it wasn’t going to be long before I came. Then, her sponge moved off my pussy, wiping at my right thigh and I moaned in disappointment.
“Don’t stop rubbing my pussy,” I ordered in a hiss. “I’m almost there.”
Joy moved the sponge back, rubbing slow and gently on my vulva and clit. Electricity sparked through my body. My eyes drank in the sight of her naked body and I just had to touch her silky skin and her lush lips. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards me. My lips found hers and I kissed her passionately, caressing her lips with my tongue before plunging it. My other hand reached out, found her tit, and squeezed the small, firm breast. She sighed into my mouth, and then it was her tongue invading my lips. She started to rub harder, focusing on my clit, stroking the sponge in small circles on my sensitive nub. The pleasure was building deep inside me. I pinched her nipple and moaned into her mouth as I came, wetting the sponge with more of my juices.
Joy kept rubbing, the sponge pressing wonderfully against my clit. I came a second time, harder than the first. My entire body convulsed and a I fell back onto the table. Joy kept rubbing, circling my clit with the sponge. I came a third time, moaning softly. I writhed on the table as pleasure filled every fiber of my body.
“Oh, god, stop!” I beg, my sensitive clit needing a rest. “Please stop.”
“Um..okay…uh…” Joy stammered, breathless, eyes wide with desire. She stopped rubbing my pussy and stepped back. Her entire body flushed crimson and juices matted her black pussy hair. “Just, um, lie back and I’ll … yeah … I’ll start waxing you.”
I was finding flustered Joy so cute. She turned away, walking to the counter. I watched her shapely ass wiggle as she walked. At the counter, she poured an orange, syrupy substance into a tray and grabbed an applicator. “Is this your first wax?” she asked, regaining her composure in the familiarity of her work.
“Yeah,” I answered. It was my turn to feel nervous as she placed her supplies on a wheeled metal tray and rolled it to the bed.
She sat cross-leg on a stool and looked absolutely gorgeous. Sweat beaded on her beautiful breasts, and her legs were long and sexy with shapely calves. “Okay, what type of wax do you want? Bikini, Brazilian, or French?”
“I don’t know what it’s called, but I want my vulva smooth and the hair above my pussy shaped into a cute, little heart,” I answered.
Joy nodded. “Okay, miss.”
“It’s Mary,” I told her. “I think after making me cum, we can be on a first name basis.”
Joy blushed and smiled shyly. “Okay, Mary, I’m going to start to apply the wax.” The orange wax was lathered onto my pubic hair and a squealed in startlement. It was cold and sticky. “This wax is perfectly natural,” Joy was explaining, “made from just water and sugar and a little lemon.” She started applying cloth strips now, shaping the cloth to form a heart. “Now, this is gonna hurt since it’s your first time, okay. Are you ready?”
I nodded and she ripped. It hurt so bad, like ripping a bandaid, but so much worse. I groaned through clenched teeth. Mark better goddamn love this. He better fucking die and go to heaven when he sees me. My vulva was on fire. I gasped in pain as a second strip was ripped out. It wasn’t as bad as the first one, and I tried to distract myself by thinking of Joy’s lips sucking on my clit, nibbling on my labia, and tonging deep into my pussy. Before I knew it, Joy was all finished. She applied an aloe vera lotion to her hands and started rubbing the lotion softly into my vulva. Her gentle touch erased the pain and replaced it with burning lust.
And then Joy’s tongue was licking at my pussy and the feeling of her tongue on my bare lips was so intense. “Oh, yeah!” I moaned, “tongue my slit.”
Delicate fingers gently spread my labia open and I could feel my juices weeping out, running down my ass to pool on the vinyl surface of the table. I writhed in pleasure as her tongue slid into my pussy, feeling around my sensitive, inner walls. I licked my lips, and started to playing with my hard nipples, pulling and twisting them, adding to the fire burning in my nethers.
I wanted to taste her, to drink her nectar. To share with her the pleasure she gave me. “Climb up and … ohhh fuck … straddle my face!” I panted. “I want to eat you, too!”
Joy pulled her face from my pussy, my juices streaking her lips and cheeks and she smiled lustfully at me. Quickly and nimbly she climb up and that furry pussy descended to my lips. Her wiry hair tickled my nose and cheeks as my tongue found the warm wetness of her hidden pussy. She tasted a mix of tart and tangy, her pussy juices thick and flavorful. My tongue dove deep into her as she began to nibble tenderly at my clit while her fingers softly stroked my labia. I moaned into her pussy, rubbing my nose through her slit as my lips found her clit peaking out of the hood and sucked hard. Joy groaned into me, her teeth gently touching my clit, scraping the sensitive nub and making my insides writhe in pleasure. My hands gripped her firm ass, squeezing her cheeks as I devoured her, drinking her delicious nectar.
And then, two fingers slid slowly into me, wiggling about and withdrawing just as slow. Joy fingerfucked me slow and purposefully, fanning my lusts higher. My orgasm built with a burning intensity. I redoubled my efforts, lapping deep into her slit as I moved a hand down to rub her clit in slow circles. Her ass clenched and hips rotated on me. She was moaning on my clit, lips sucking so exquisitely on that spongy bit of flesh. I screamed wordless into her pussy as I pleasure exploded deep inside my womb as I came. Ripples of electricity spasmed throughout my entire body. Joy was moaning loudly into my pussy, and a flood of juices spilled into my mouth as Joy bucked on top, cumming hard as well.
For a moment, we just lay there, faces in each other’s pussies, breathing in each other’s musk. I gently kissed her pussy, tasting her one last time before Joy rose up and turned around. She was smiling broadly, small bosom heaving, and slid her slim body against mine. Her hard nipples dragged across my stomach and up to my breasts, her wiry pubic hair tickled my thigh. She smiled down at me, her black hair spilling around our faces, and bent down and tenderly kissed me on the lips. My tongue traced her red lips and tasted my spiciness on her mouth.
“That was nice,” she whispered and kissed me again.
“I though you weren’t a lesbian?”
Her dark eyes stared down at me and she smiled. “You’re lips were very convincing.”
“Which lips?” I asked. “My mouth’s or my pussy’s?”
“Both,” she answered huskily and captured my lips in another kiss. “And your cute, button nose.” Her lips kissed my nose’s tip. “And your freckled check.” Wet lips caressed my cheek, kissing down to the hollow of my throat. “Those beautiful, emerald eyes.” She kissed my eyelid. “And your hard, little nipples.” I sighed in pleasure as her lips closed about my left nipple, sucking and nibbling.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the pressure of Joy’s lips on my nipples. I wrapped my arms about her lithe body and traced the line of her spine from her neck to the small of her back. Joy licked her way up my breast and neck and up to my ear, her wet tongue sending shivers throughout my body. She shifted her weight as she nibbled on my earlobe and her pubic hair kissed my smooth pussy lips, pleasantly tickling my labia. And then something hard and hot bumped into my clit and we both gasped. Are clits had kissed and it was amazing.
Joy moved her hips again, bumping are clits pleasantly together. “Ooh, that feels good,” Joy cooed. Her dark eyes were wide in awe at our discovery and I was lost in their dark depths.
She started to slowly rotate her hips, gently fucking are clits together. Every time her clit rubbed mine, pleasure rushed through my body. I didn’t know what this was called. Everything I heard about lesbians sex was eating pussy or dildos and strap-ons. But I never her of this clit kissing. I slid my hand down, grasping her small ass, feeling her muscles flex beneath her silky skin. I hooked my leg about her and rocked my hips in time to her rhythm. Her hard clit would slide through my wet labia, kiss my clit pleasurably and then my clit would be sliding through her slick lips. Over and over again, each kiss bringing me closer to the sweet release of orgasm.
I pulled her face down and kissed her passionately and moaned softly into her mouth. Are nipples rubbed against each other, hard nubs kissing as passionately as our mouths. A strong intensity built between us. Joy broke the kiss, staring deep into my eyes and we gasped and moaned. My heart was beating in my chest and warm feelings rose up through me. Joy was moaning my name softly, her hips rotating faster now. She must be as close as I was to cumming.
“Ohh, fuck!” I panted, fingers digging into the meat of her ass. “Harder, faster!”
“Sweet, sweet Mary,” moaned Joy. “Your pussy feels amazing! Ohhh, fuck! I’m cumming! Oh, god, I’m cumming.”
Her body writhed on mine. Her hard nipples brushed against mine and she ground our clits hard together. My body tensed as I neared my orgasm, and I locked my legs about Joys silky thighs. I clung tightly to her as the pleasure of my cum rolled through my body. “Oh, Joy, I’m cumming, too,” I gasped.
We laid on the table, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms, and gently kissing for a few minutes before Joy reluctantly crawled off of me. She smiled shyly at me and started to gather her clothes. I goosed her ass as she bent over, catching a glimpse of black pussy hair matted with our combined fluids.
Joy giggled, rubbing her ass. She found her sating panties and pulled them up her slim legs.
I stood up and admired my reflection in a floor mirror next to the bed. My pale body was drenched in sweat, loose auburn hair plastered to my sweaty face. My freckled boobs heaved from my deep breathing and my small, dusky nipples were hard little nubs. I trailed my eyes down my flat stomach and cute, innie bellybutton, and down to the fiery heart of pubic hair. And below the heart, a tight, girlish slit disappeared beneath my thighs. I looked hot. Mark was going cum in his pants when he saw my pussy.
“You look so sexy,” Joy said, standing next to me, handing me my panties. I smiled happily, getting the answer I wanted from earlier, and kissed Joy.
We gathered our clothes. Then we exchanged phone numbers. Finally, arms wrapped about each other’s waists, we exited the private room back to the main part of the salon and came upon a lovely sight. The customers from the lobby took Mark’s orders to heart. The plump stylist was fucking the handle of a hairbrush into one of the woman’s vagina. Another customer was moaning as one stylist ate her pussy and the pink-haired girl ate out her ass. A stylist was eating the pussy of a customer sitting in barber chair while another stylist made out with her customer, who had shoved her up against the wall. The customer had her hands up the stylist shirt, groping her tits.
Giggling, Joy and I walked through the salon admiring the lesbian orgy that had broken out. We reached the waiting area. Mark wasn’t here yet, and I wondered what sort fun he was having. I couldn’t wait to tell him about Joy and hear about what naughty fun he got up to.
Joy kissed me one last time, “I hope you come back sometime.”
I smacked my lips. “I definitely have to cum again.”

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Shelly Wright always threw the best women-only house parties the weekend before the Superbowl as a kind of special reward to all the women that would have so much work to do for each of their own big football parties the following week. The night was still pretty young, but Heidi decided her early morning plans would probably be harder to keep if she continued socializing and drinking with her colleagues from work. Leaving her coworkers house early would also alleviate the amount of grief she would receive from her husband, Jason, for the next week or so for staying out late and partying without him.
Shelly was a gracious hostess and tried feverishly to get her friend and guest to stay for the real fun, but did not argue too strongly against the early departure because Heidi had told her she wanted to sneak out unnoticed if possible and avoid all the questions. Heidi’s hand fell comfortably into Shelly’s as the two talked and made their way through the other women toward the large coat closet to fetch the scarf and coat Heidi had arrived wearing.
Heidi always dressed the sharpest of all the women. That night she had worn a hot pair of velvety black pumps with her favorite short black mini skirt and a low cut, tight fitting knit blouse under her sexy blazer that revealed a generous amount of her abundant cleavage. Shelly complimented Heidi on how hot she looked one more time as she opened the door to the walk-in closet and gave her friend a quiet goodbye before returning to her party.
Just as they separated but before Shelly turned away, she whispered softly in Heidi’s ear and gave her a gentle nudge. “Be careful in there honey.” She warned playfully. “That is where the strippers are hiding.”
Before Heidi could respond, the door closed behind her and she found herself surrounded by total darkness. She reached blindly for a light switch so she could find her coat, but she was so nervous or excited that all she could think about was whether what Shelly told her was a joke. She turned to head back toward the door, and ran into what felt like a very well built, muscular man. Frozen and unable to speak a word, she simply remained against the man for an awkward moment that seemed like an eternity.
The tall stranger’s hands had caught Heidi’s narrow waist when she bumped clumsily into him and held her right where she stood. “Wow.” The man spoke in a soft, confident whisper. “This has to be one of those once in a lifetime chances to privately fuck a total stranger in complete darkness that most people only read about.”
Heidi stammered, pretending to be appalled, but before she could speak she felt another man move against her from behind and grind his hips gently into her at the same time his hands cupped each of her heaving breasts tightly and pulled her petite body against his. Heidi swallowed hard and her nipples jumped instantly to attention in the arousing grip of the second stranger.
The tall, strong man in front of her slid her skirt up smoothly over her hips and kissed her deeply on the mouth without speaking another word. Heidi’s heart was pounding with excitement and nervousness. The feeling of helplessness gave her a brief excuse to let the seduction continue, a moment long enough to allow her mind to go down a path that discarded her ability to think rationally. Her mouth opened with pleasure and a soft squeal escaped her. She had never been with more than one person at a time, but had always fantasized of it. There was the danger of being caught by all of her friends. It was forbidden because she was married. All the reasons that seemed to tell her it was wrong before only turned her on more once inside that closet.
Heidi could feel her juices flowing in a way they hadn’t done since she was a teenager. This stranger was such a good kisser that she nearly forgot about the man behind her until she felt his thick, throbbing cock pressing against her naked backside. She started feeling faint she was so excited.
“You want to fuck don’t you?” The man in front of her whispered as his lips broke from hers.
“Yes.” Was all Heidi could muster and she felt so strongly about the answer, she repeated it. “Yes.” She said again.
The next thing she felt stole her breath for a moment. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed as the biggest cock she had ever felt made one smooth glide so deep into her that it felt as though her stomach was being pushed into her chest. “Oh yes, I do want to fuck!” She said, trying to contain her excitement to a whisper.
The man in front of Heidi took a step back and pulled her over with him, bending her at the waist. “Suck it.” He whispered softly, gripping her hair tightly in each of his hands.
Heidi didn’t hesitate to carry out the stranger’s order. She loved being told what to do and she loved sucking cock. Her mouth quickly found the thick swollen head of his bone hard cock and slurped it loudly inside. Heidi tried as hard as she could to focus on giving a great blowjob to the stranger, but she was busy being fucked by a cock that felt almost twice as long and probably twice as thick too. Each time his hips thrust that beefy tool into her hot, tight pussy, she couldn’t help but gasp with the most pleasure filled pain she had ever felt.
The thrusts from behind started slow and long and gradually settled into a smooth steady quick pace that had Heidi’s hungry mouth bouncing on and off the cock in front of her just as smoothly. The strangers whispered to each other the entire time about how hot of a fuck Heidi was and were constantly giving orders on how to suck or fuck their cocks.
Heidi could feel the big cock inside of her stretching her muscles each time it throbbed inside her and she knew even through the silence he was about to climax. She wanted to beg for it, but her mouth was stuffed too full to speak.
“Oh, FUCK!” The big man whispered as quietly as he could and filled Heidi with a generous flood of his hot, manly spunk. “Ugh.” He said, squeezing out another blast. “Ugh, yes!” He grunted again. “Man that pussy is hot.” He said, sliding his enormous member out of her and stepping back.
Heidi dropped to her knees with exhaustion, but her mouth continued to glide on and off of the other strangers thick vein ridden shaft right behind her slobber soaked hand that jerked him wildly. Her experience told her that when his hands tightened, the reward was near and she buried his cock as far into her throat as it would go, letting him blast his load down her pipe. She held him into her until his body relaxed and then she sucked his cock clean.
It took a moment for the blood and the adrenaline to stop racing so quickly, but once they did Heidi stood, composed herself and reached for where she had laid her coat earlier. She quickly put it on and carefully slid unnoticed from the party.
Once in her car, Heidi turned on the dome light and tried to hide the just fucked look she now wore. Her panties were soaked with cum and her hair was a mess. She searched for a piece of gum to hide the smell of sex from her breath, but had none in the car. She resolved she would just use the excuse of having to get up so early the next day to shower at night instead and hoped that would satisfy her husband’s curiosity.
It was only a short drive to her house from Shelly’s, so Heidi was home almost instantly after leaving. Pulling in the garage had her heart racing even faster than it had when she entered the closet. Remorse should have been setting in, but it had been so exciting, so spontaneous and so unexpected that all she could do was replay it all in her mind and she found herself still extremely aroused.
I was sitting at the kitchen table when my beautiful wife walked in the door. I stood up and greeted her with a hug. “Wow, baby.” I said, “You look great, did you have a good time?” I asked innocently.
“Great party.” Heidi told me. “I came home early because I have to get up so early tomorrow though.” She said, trying unsuccessfully not to sound frazzled.
We had been married for fifteen years and I can tell you until this night I had never been more turned on by her. I grabbed her hair tightly in my hand and kissed her deeply. “Baby.” I said, “I’ve wanted to fuck you all day.”
She tried to resist at first and I knew she was trying to get out of it, but I tugged her skirt hard and it dropped to the floor around her ankles and I dropped to the floor with it, burying my face in her strong, sexy, freshly fucked pussy. I devoured her there, slowly lowering her to the floor and listening to the shrieks of pleasure crying out as her first orgasm of the night shuddered wildly through her totally aroused body. I sucked her gently down from her high, being careful not to take her beyond that point of sensitivity. When her body finally quit shaking, I pushed myself up and gave her a sweet kiss on the mouth.
“Don’t you want to cum baby?” She asked, still squeezing her breasts tightly in her hand.
I let my cock slide into her pussy and whispered softly in her ear. “Baby, you sucked me off in the closet at Shelly’s house.” I confessed. “But I’ll cum again.

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The Devil’s Pact Chapter 4: Salesgirls

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
copyright 2013
Chapter Four: Salesgirls
Mary and I exited the Heavenly Creature’s Salon, arm’s wrapped around each other’s waist. “Where’s your car?” Mary asked, peering curiously around the parking lot.
“I got rid of that P.O.S.,” I told her, leading her to my new silver Mustang. The original owner decided to be an asshole to me so I swapped cars with him and sent his wife into an orgy to punish him. “Here’s my new ride, Mare.”
Mary raised her eyebrows at the car. “How’d that happened.”
“I traded my car for it.”
“How can you do that?” Mary asked. “Everyone just does what you tell them to.”
It was simple, I made a deal with the devil and now people have to do what I tell them, happily and willingly. But, I didn’t want to tell Mary that. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you tonight. Think carefully about it. You won’t like the answer.”
She frowned at me, auburn eyebrows furrowing. “What does that mean?”
“Just think about it,” I told her. I could tell her to just forget about it. But, something stopped me. I loved her. It didn’t feel right making her do what I wanted to. She wasn’t like the other women. I kissed her on forehead. “I love you.”
She blushed and smiled. “Love you, too, hun.” Her lips were soft and warm on my as she kissed me. “So, you’re going to buy me new clothes?”
“I am,” I told her. “You can get whatever you want. No matter the cost.”
“Well then, I hope you can keep up.”
“I’m your stallion. I have loads of stamina.” At least sexual stamina. Another thing I got from the Devil. And a long, healthy life.
She giggled. “I bet you do.” Her hand grasped my cock and felt it hardened beneath her touch. Then she was slipping into the passenger seat of my Mustang. “Come on,” she said impatiently.
“Okay, Mare,” I said, adjusting my cock in my pants. I got into my new Mustang. The engine roared gloriously to life.
“The Mustang fits you,” Mary said as I backed out of the space. “You’re free from the rules of society. You’re a wild horse roaming the plains, mounting any filly you want.” I grinned at her. “You can have all the filly’s you want, just remember I’m your number one mare.”
“Forever,” I answered and she nodded. “Of course, your free to mount just as many fillies.”
Mary laughed in a rich, musical timbre. “How would two fillies fuck?” she asked. “I don’t think mounting would work. Maybe they would just back into each other to rub pussies together.” I laughed, picturing two horses pressing their rears together.
“Maybe they would take turns licking,” I suggested, stopping at the light at the parking lots exit. Across the street was our destination, the South Hill Mall.
Mary laughed harder. “Like … a salt … lick,” she gasped between laughs. Her laugh was contagious and I found myself laughing with her. She had turned a bright red and it was a minute before she regained her composure. “I’ve always wanted horses,” she said after she caught her breath. “I remember the last summer before …” She paused, sadness flickering across her face, “before my mom left, she took me out riding in the mountains. They were majestic creatures. Have you ever ridden a horse?”
“No,” I said with a shake of my head. The light turned green and I crossed Meridian. “Maybe we could go riding together.”
Mary smiled at me. “I would like that.”
I found a place to park. I used the remote to lock the car and chuckled as all the lights flashed and the horn honked. I never had a car with remote locks before and I unlocked it and locked it again. Mary watched with an amused expression. “Having fun?” she asked me.
“Yeah,” I said, unlocking the car again. She rolled her eyes at me and I grinned at her and locked the door. “Fine, I’m finished.”
Arms wrapped around each other’s waist, we entered into the mall. We walked slowly through the mall, window shopping and girl watching. The girl watching turned into a kind of game where we would each take turns pointing out a cute girl and whispering what we would like to do to them. Once, Mary pointed out a Latina with a full ass and a tribal tramp stamp and whispered in my ear, “I would love to eat your cum out of her ass,” right as this old lady walk buy. The old lady looked disgust at us and we broke out laughing as she stalked away.
The first store Mary led us to was Old Navy. It was brightly lit and full of colorful clothes. “I love to shop here,” Mary told me. She saw something on a rack of clothing and practically flew over, grabbing the sleeve of a shirt. “These are so cute!” she exclaimed as she browsed the clothes.
“How are you doing today,” a nasally pitched, effeminate young man asked Mary. I was disappointed. I was hoping for a cute girl working the register that I could have some fun with while Mary shopped, not some guy. I sighed in disappointment, as he explained in excited detail all about the shirts Mary was browsing. I was starting to suspect he was gay, no straight guy could possibly be that excited about clothing. Oh well, at least he would not be hitting on Mary.
I looked around the store and it was pretty empty save for a beautiful teenage girl, pixie slim, with long, blue-back hair streaked with bright, purple highlights. I smiled, guess I was going to have some fun after all. She wore floral print tanktop that was cut short enough to expose her flat stomach and pierced bellybutton. Underneath her short jean skirt, she wore hot pink leggings. The girl held up a top to show someone and I saw an older woman half-hidden behind a clothes rack. She was in her mid-thirties, attractive, and resembled the girl. She was either an older sister or was really young when she had her daughter.
“Hey,” I told the store clerk. “Go close the security gate and then assist Mary with her shopping. Ignore the fucking going on in the back of the store.”
“Oh, absolutely, sir,” he said and sauntered off.
Mary glanced back in the girl, her eyes lighting up when she saw the pixyish beauty in the back. “She’s cute.” Mary slapped my ass. “Give her a good ride, stallion.”
God, I loved Mary. I kissed her, before I threaded my way to the back of the store, while behind me the security gate started to close. The teenage girl and her companion looked up in alarm. “It’s okay,” I told them, smiling pleasantly. “You can keep shopping.”
“What’s going on,” the woman asked, putting a protective arm around the teenager. She was as beautiful as the girl; not the fresh innocent of a teenager, but the lush maturity of an adult. She dressed in a loose flowing, white sundress covered in sunflowers. The dress fell to mid thigh and was cut low to show off her abundant cleavage. She was a least a cup size larger than the teenager, probably a C.
“I’m an inspector,” I lied, “and we just need some privacy. Nothing to be frightened about.” Both women relaxed. “I’m Mark.”
“I’m Laura,” the woman in the sundress said, “and this is my daughter, Melody.”
“Hi,” Melody greeted in a chipper voice. “Today’s my birthday. I turned sixteen.”
“How sweet,” I said. “Well, I think I have a birthday present for you.”
Her eyes widened in excitement. “Free clothes!” she shrieked, and threw her arms around me in a hug. Her body was warm and firm against me, her small breasts pressing softly into my chest. She smelled of lilac. It was nice for the brief moment it lasted, then the girl moved away, blushing in embarrassment.
“I need to inspect both your bodies, because I’m a female body inspector,” I said, using the lamest line I ever saw on a T-Shirt. “That’s what my camcorders for. And I need you both to cooperate one hundred percent. So, Laura, I need to see your breasts.”
Laura nodded and pulled her sundress over her head. She was wearing a lacy, red bra and matching red, transparent panties. “Damn, mom, what’s with the sexy underwear. You and Tony going to get frisky tonight?” Melody asked with a sly grin. “On my birthday?”
“Maybe,” Laura quipped. “You were going out with your friends, right?”
I noticed the wedding band on Laura’s finger. “You call your dad, Tony?” I asked Melody.
“My step-dad,” Melody scowled. “He’s alright.”
Laura reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her tits were large, round, marred only by the tiniest of stretch marks. Her aerola were the largest I ever seen, as big as a silver dollar. “Melody, play with your mom’s nipples till their hard.”
Melody’s slim fingers reached out, caressing her mother’s aerola, circling the pink flesh as her nipple hardened. Laura sighed softly as her daughter’s fingers slid across to the other breast. Melody squeezed her tit, then rubbed her palm across the nipple in slow circles. When she finished, both mother and daughter were flushed with excitement, Melody’s nipples pressed hard against her blouse, as erect as her mothers.
“Very nice,” I said as I filmed her. “Panties next.” Laura shrugged out of her panties. A black, triangular patch of hair grew above the bare lips of her pussy. A gold ring pierced the hood of her clit, glinting sexily.
“Fuck, mom!” Melody cursed in surprise. “When did you get your cunny pierced?”
Laura blushed. “Well, I had a … wild youth,” she answered, delicately. “And, um, Tony, he likes to, um, play with it.”
“Okay, Melody, time to see how you stack-up compared to your mother.”
Melody grinned impishly. “I thick I stack-up very well,” she boasted. She peeled off her top revealing a hot-pink bra, which quickly followed the shirt to the floor. Her breasts were small, firm, and perky, topped with small, pink nipples. Next, she kicked off her stylish, black shoes and then wiggled out of her jean skirts. Lastly, she peeled off the pink leggings and a pair of pink panties. Her ass was slim and her legs slender. Her pussy was tight and shaved bare, her clit hard and peeking out.
“You both are very beautiful,” I said, unbuttoning my pants and pulling out my half-hard dick.
“What do you plan on doing with that,” Melody asked, eying my cock nervously.
“It’s your birthday present,” I told Melody. “But I need you and your mom to get it ready. So both of you start sucking.”
Mother and daughter knelt before me. Laura grasped my dick and licked up one side. Melody copied her mom, licking up the other side. My dick started to harden as mother and daughter slid wet tongues up my shaft. They both reached the tip, tongues sliding wetly over the head. They both jumped back when their tongues brushed together about my cock. “Don’t be scared to kiss, ladies. Both of you have long desired each other. Don’t be afraid to explore those desires.”
Their mouths were hot on my cock, kissing around my cock. Laura reached out slowly, tenderly, and cupped her daughter’s perky tit. Melody moaned as her mother delicately rolled her hard nipple between her fingers. Laura’s sucked the tip of my dick into her wet and warm mouth and Melody started to kiss her mother’s cheek, the girl’s pink lips moving lower, down her mother’s sloping neck, down her breastbone. Laura sucked harder on my cock as her daughter’s lips enveloped her hard nipple, nursing at her mothers breast.
“Are they related?” Mary asked. She had several blouses folded over one arm. Behind her, the clerk had even more clothes draped over his arm.
“Yeah, mother and daughter,” I moaned as Laura started bobbing her head on my cock. “Did you find something you like?”
“Gabe and I have come up with a few outfits,” Mary answered. “You have fun, hun.”
I kissed her. “I love you, Mare.”
“Even with another woman’s mouth on your cock?” Mary asked mischievously.
“Well, she’s sucking my cock pretty well,” I said, pretending to consider. “Yeah, even with her mouth on my dick.”
“Good,” she answered with a smile and kissed me. “C’mon, Gabe.” Mary led the clerk to the changing rooms at the back of the store.
I glanced down at the two women, Melody sucking hard at her mother’s tit. My eyes followed the lines of her back to her slim ass. I pulled my cock out Laura’s sweet mouth and knelt down behind Melody. Laura threw back her head, moaning, cradling her daughter’s head to her tit. “Oh, my sweet child,” she moaned. “I’ve missed nursing you.”
I knelt down behind Melody, and gripped her waist, lifting her up so she was on her knees, still sucking at her mom’s tit. “Here’s your birthday present,” I said and thrust my cock into her wet cunt. She was tight, like a vice, and so fucking warm.
“Oh, fuck!” Melody gasped, “Christ, he’s bigger than Dillon! He’s stretching my cunny so good, mom!”
“Happy birthday, Melody,” Laura said, stroking her daughter’s face. She bent down and captured her daughter’s lips in a loving kiss. “I got a present for you, too, songbird.” Laura sat on the floor, spreading her legs wide before Melody’s face. Laura’s cunt was wet, lips spread wide open. “Eat momma’s cunny!” Melody leaned down, pink tongue sliding up her mother’s slit as I fucked hard into her tight hole.
“Hun, how’s do I look?” Mary asked as I fucked Melody’s cunt. She was stepping out of the changing room dressed in a red dress, tight on her body. A red skirt cinched just under her breasts fell loosely about her waist, ending above the knees. The dress had no sleeves or straps, and exposed a fair amount of her freckled bosom.
I whistled appreciatively. “You look hot,” I said, not pausing my fucking Melody’s tight cunt.
“You look cute, sweetie,” Laura moaned. “And so do you, songbird! You look so cute eating your mama-bird’s cunny.”
Melody’s cunt was so tight and silky, I held off cumming as long as I could, wanting to enjoy her teenage cunt and watch the slut eat her mother’s dripping cunny. Mary came out modeling four more outfits: a pair of tight jeans and a hot pink, button-up blouse; red capris pants with a white tanktop decorated with pink flowers; a pleated black skirt and blue, transparent shirt with little black songbirds on it and a black bra visible through the fabric; and a red and white striped pencil skirt with a white, a white, gauzy shirt with a v-neckline.
While Mary was modeling outfits, Melody had brought Laura to four screaming orgasms, Laura’s juices flooding her daughter’s lips. Melody drank her mother’s nectar like a woman dying of thirst. Twice, Melody’s tight cunt and constricted on my cock as I fucked her to orgasm.
“What’d you think,” Mary asked for the sixth time, twirling in a black dress, the loose skirt billowing out.
I eyed her up and down. The dress had a loose skirt, cinched at her waist, and then fitted tightly on her torso, clinging to her breasts like a second skin. The dress had short sleeves, that barely covered her shoulders, and a square cut neckline that exposed her bosom almost to her areolas. The bodice lifted her breasts up, enhancing them to seem larger and rounder. “God, your beautiful,” I moaned. I couldn’t hold back any longer and shot my cum in Melody’s tight cunt. Three large blasts straight into her young womb.
I pulled out, cum oozing slowly out of her tight hole, and stood up. I walked over to Mary and hugged her and kissed her passionately. We made out for a few minutes, my hand sliding down her back to grope at her ass through the sleek fabric. “I guess you like it,” Mary said when we broke our kiss. She glanced down and winced. “Of course, you got cum all over the front.” I looked down, my cum stained cock had rubbed on the skirt, staining the fabric.
“Gabe, bag up Mary’s clothes and find a fresh copy of this dress in her size,” I ordered. “Of course, sir,” Gabe answered with his nasally voice.
“Leave out the pencil skirt and the white, peasant blouse,” Mary ordered Gabe, who nodded his head in agreement.
“Ohh, fuck, eat my cunny, mom!” Melody moaned. Mary and I looked over to see Melody on her back, her mother between her spread legs, digging my cum out of her daughter’s pussy with her tongue. Mary’s hand found my cock and she gently stroked it as we watched Laura eat out her daughter’s cunt. Melody writhed on her back, hands gripping her mother’s head as she moaned in ecstasy. My hand slid down Mary’s backside and lifted the hem of her dress and slid underneath. She wasn’t wearing panties and I caressed her bare ass before I stuck a finger up her ass. Mary moaned, squeezing my cock harder as she jerked me off.
“When Melody cums, you take the mother and I’ll have the daughter,” Mary whispered in my ear. Mary read my mind and I nodded my head in agreement.
Melody was panting loudly as her mother vigorously ate her cunt. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum! Oh, mommy, you’re making my cunny explode!” Melody writhed and flexed as her orgasm rolled over her. Laura gently licked up her daughter’s juices before crawling up her daughter’s body to kiss her gently on the lips.
“Happy birthday, songbird,” Laura whispered.
“Thank you, mama-bird,” Melody breathed. “That was wonderful.” Then she kissed her mother back.
Mary and I walked over to the happy family. “That was real hot, ladies,” I said. “Mare, here, wants to give Melody a present as well.”
Melody smiled eagerly up at Mary. Laura rolled off her daughter, both sweaty and flushed. Mare pulled her dress up over her head, revealing her pale curves. Melody’s eyes drank in Mary’s naked form. “Your heart is real cute,” Melody said as she stared at the heart-shaped patch of auburn pubic hair that grew above Mary’s waxed pussy lips.
“Thanks,” Mary said. “I love you belly piercing.” Mary knelt down and gave Melody’s bellybutton piercing, a dangling silver chain with a small ruby on the end, a tug. Then Mary crawled on top of Melody. Their breasts kissed and then their mouths. Mary settled her weight on Melody’s lithe body. Melody spread her legs, wrapping them about Mary’s waist, and Mary started to rotate her hips, fucking her clit into Melody’s.
“Oh, shit,” Melody moaned. “Our clits are touching. Oh, fuck that’s good.”
“Damn, that’s hot watching you trib,” I told Mary. “I love watching tribbing!”
“Tribbing, is that, uhhh, what it’s called?” Mary panted. “Discovered it with Joy today. Mmhhh, squeeze my ass. Don’t be afraid to stick a finger in.” Melody’s hand clawed at Mary’s butt. Mary bucked her hips hard when Melody’s finger slid slowly into her asshole.
I handed the camcorder to Gabe. “Film,” I ordered as I got on top Laura, her legs spread invitingly open for me. Laura grasped my cock and and guided it to her wet cunt. I slid in, slowly, savoring her pussy’s warm embrace. She was looser than her daughter, but still had a firm, warm grip. Laura fucked her hips back into me, matching my rhythm. I kissed at her neck while she clawed at my back and moaned in wordless pleasure. I looked over to my left and watched Mary riding Melody hard. Both girls were panting and moaning, pink tongues exploring each other’s mouths, and hands groping firm breasts, tweaking hard nipples.
“I guess you figured out how two fillies could fuck,” I told Mary.
Mary grinned at me and moaned, “I did! And it’s sooo good! How’s your filly?”
“She’s a spirit ride,” I panted back. I noticed our hands were close together and I reached out and caressed Mary’s hand. She smiled at me and our finger’s interlocked as we fucked our fillies hard. Mary’s plump ass flexed and jiggled as she rubbed her clit and pussy into Melody’s.
“Oh, god, this is a great present!” gasped Melody. “Ohh, fuck, you’re making me cum.” Melody wriggled beneath Mary, fingering her ass and kissing her neck as she came. Mary captured her lips as her body shuddered in orgasm on top the sixteen year old.
I sucked Laura’s large nipple into my mouth, exploring the hard, sensitive nub with my tongue as her cunt squeezed my cock. “Oh, crap!” Laura moaned, fingernails leaving hot scratches down my back as she came underneath me.
I was close to cumming as I pulled out of Laura’s warmth and jerked off over her, spraying her belly and large tits. She panted, my white cum running thickly down across her belly and the slopes of her breasts. Mary slid off Melody and started licking my cum of her belly while Melody cleaned the cum off her mother’s tits. It was so beautiful, watching my Mary lick my cum off another woman. Gabe was filming my cock, I realized, not the beautiful women on the floor and I pointed at the girls.
Laura pulled her daughter into her embrace and kissed her cum stained lips. “Thanks mom,” Melody said happily, “this has been the best birthday ever!”
Laura smiled and kissed her daughter’s inviting lips again. “We definitely have to play hooky again next year.”
Clothes were found and everyone got dressed. Mary and I took turns kissing mother and daughter. I gave them my cell number and told them to call for Melody’s next birthday. Mary looked fantastic in her red-and-white striped skirt and white, peasant blouse. I told her she looked gorgeous, and she smiled happily. Gabe had the rest of Mary’s clothes bagged up at the cash register and once we were all decent, he opened the security gate.
“Gabe,” I said as Mary and I were walking out the store. “Give Melody an outfit for free. It’s her birthday, after all.”
Gabe answered in his nasally, effeminate voice, “Of course sir. There’s this charming blue chambray dress with white songbirds that’s just to die for. Girlfriend, you will look absolutely stunning in!” he said, leading Melody towards a rack of dresses.
“You want to get lunch?” I asked Mary. I was famished after so much fucking. Mary’s stomach gave a cute rumble and she laughed.
We went to the food court and purchased lunch. Mary got 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. We chatted as we ate, talking about the TV Shows that we liked, and about movies and books. Mary, it turned out, loved cop dramas. She watched all of them. Her favorites were Castle and Bones. And she just loved Grey’s Anatomy, which I confessed I had never watched before. Somehow I ended up promising to watch Grey’s Anatomy reruns on netflix with her.
Then, the conversation turned to books and it turned out we both liked to read fantasy and sci-fi, much to our mutual delight. I got introduced to fantasy through Tolkien and Mary through Twilight, but I choose not to hold that against her. We discussed our favorite books and gave each other recommendations; Mary recommended Brandon Sanderson’s ‘Mistborn’ trilogy, and I told her to check out Steven Erikson’s ‘Malazan Book of the Fallen’. When I glanced at my cell phone, I was surprised that we just spent an hour talking about Song of Ice and Fire theories.
With lunch finished, Mary had more shopping to do. I grabbed the bags, and arms around the other’s waist, we walked through the mall. Passing Hot Topic, 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. Mary saw what I was looking at and smiled.
“You like that dress?” Mary asked and I nodded. She gave a throaty laugh. “Okay, I have an idea. I’ll go in and pick up some of their naughtier clothing as a surprise for you. And that sailor dress, and you can 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 school girl 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 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 in,” Mary said. “That should keep you busy while the blonde helps me shop and bags my purchases.”
“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.”
“You’re right, Mare,” I answered, feeling a little stupid. “I love your idea.”
“Of course you do,” Mary answered. “What guy wouldn’t.”
“Gabe,” I quipped, remembering the gay clerk from Old Navy.
Mary giggled. “Fine, what straight guy wouldn’t like my idea.”
I did not have an answer, so I led Mary into Hot Topic, my cock hard in my pants. We walked up to the two salesgirls who eyed us up. “Welcome to Hot Topic,” the blonde said in a smokey voice. Up close, I could see that the black-haired girl was wearing a skirt, black and short with black lace on the hem. Black, thigh-high fishnet stalkings covered her pale legs and made her look even more slutty
“Hi, I’m Mark and this is Mary,” I said in a friendly manner. “What are you two beautiful ladies names?”
“I’m Lillian,” the black-haired girl answered, “and this is Anne.”
“Anne, I want you to help Mary with her shopping,” I ordered the blonde. “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.
I turned to Lillian, who had a sultry grin on her black lips. “You are going to let me fuck you.”
“Absolutely,” Lillian purred.
“We’re going to fuck right here,” I told her. “I’ll be behind you and if anyone asks, I’m training you.” She licked her lips excitedly and I walked behind the counter. “Take off your panties.”
Lillian reached under her skirt and pulled a pair of black, ruffled panties. She stepped out of her panties and held them to my face. I took them and breathed in her scent, musky and sweet. I stuffed the panties in my pocket, joining the pair I took from Cynthia and Vivian at the coffee shop this morning. I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. I stood behind her, lifting her short skirt up enough to get my cock underneath. The lace of her skirt’s hem felt cool and silky as it brushed my cock before I found her hot, wet hole.
We both groaned as I slowly slid into her warm depths, her cunt rippling softly about my cock. I bottomed out in her pussy, my cock pressing against her womb. She breathed in deeply, wiggling her hips as I slowly fucked her. I could only use short strokes, barely pulling any of my cock out before sliding back in. Outside, people streamed past the entrance to Hot Topic, unaware that we were fucking just fifteen feet away.
School must be over because a pair of giggling teenage girls stumbled into the store. I stopped fucking Lillian, resting hilt deep inside her. Lillian was breathing heavily and she squeezed her cunt slowly on my cock. One of the girls came up to the register to buy necklace. She was cute, fifteen maybe, with a low cut blouse and a pair of small tits. She rested her arms on the counter and I could see down her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I caught a flash of pink nipple as she shifted. It was too much for me. Gritting my teeth, I came hard in Lillian’s pussy.
Lillian gasped, and the schoolgirl looked quizzically at us. “Are you all right?” she asked.
“Just fine,” Lillian answered as another jet of semen flooded into her. “I ate a really big sausage and it just filled me up.” Lillian clenched her cunt hard on my dick and then wiggled her hips.
“Okay,” the girl muttered, handing Lillian a twenty. Lillian fumbled for the girl’s change and she left with her friend. My dick didn’t even get soft and I just started fucking Lillian again.
“Fuck, that was hot!” Lillian moaned.
The second time I came in Lillian’s cunt was when this sluttily dressed teenage girl with bubblegum pink hair strolled into the store. She wore a shredded skirt made of wispy purple and white fabric that barely covered her ass, a tight t-shirt that fit tight across her tits and it was quite clear her ample breasts were not supported by a bra. Her nipples were hard, clearly outlined in the thin material of her shirt. There were dimples on either side of her nipples and it took me a moment to realize that they were pierced. The shirt was pink and had “Daddy’s little girl” written across her breasts. The word “girl” was cross out and underneath was written “slut”.
Lillian had one hand rubbing her clit and she was close to cumming when the teenager walked in and had to quickly pull her hand up. The girl noticed the motion and smiled wickedly and winked at Lillian, clearly not fooled. She sauntered over to the counter and breathed in deeply. We reeked of pussy juices and cum by then and by her smile she clearly new what we were up to. “Whatcha doin’?
“T-training,” Lillian stammered.
“Slut training?” the girl asked with a smirk.
“Oh, yeah,” Lillian moaned as I started to fuck her again. “I’m such a whore!”
Lillian started to move her hand back to her clit but was stopped by the girl. “Let me help.” The girl reached across the counter and her fingers reached under Lillian’s skirt. I felt her fingers caress my cock as it plunged into Lillian’s cunt before she started to frig Lillian’s clit. Lillian gasped and her cunt started rapidly constricting on my cock as she came.
“Fuck!” Lillian moaned. “I was so horny, I just came when you touched me.”
The girl laughed and licked Lillian’s juices off her finger. I fucked hard into Lillian and shot my second load into Lillian as I watched this pink-haired slut lick Lillian’s cream. I groaned and breathed heavily on Lillian neck. The teenager ran her pink tongue over her full lips slowly, a silver stud pierced her tongue. “How’s her training? Did she live up to your expectations?”
“She’s a natural,” I groaned, as Lillian started to gently squeeze her cunt on my cock again. “She really strives to please, which is important in customer service.” From the back of the store I heard a muffled groan and wondered what Mary and Anne were getting up to. Probably Anne’s tongue in Mary’s cunt.
The girl giggled wickedly. “I’ve always wanted to work at Hot Topic. Can you give me some training?”
Holy shit. This girl was going to let me fuck her without me having to make her. Fuck, I couldn’t believe it. I was so excited, and Lillian’s cunt felt so warm and tight as she massaged my cock with her pussy walls, I shot a third load of cum up inside her. Panting, I said, “Absolutely. Just have to interview you first.”
“Oh, of course,” she said, nodding seriously.
“What’s your name?” I asked. “And how old are you.”
“Allison Hertz,” she answered, “and I’m seventeen.”
“Well Allison, take off your panties and let me see what kind of pussy I’ll be working with.”
“I’m not wearing panties,” Allison confided, lifting up the front of her skirt. Her pussy was shaved smooth, her slit tight,and juices glistened on her lips. Tattooed above her pussy was “Cum on in” with a little red arrow pointing at her clit.
“How’d you get your parents permission to get that tattoo?” Allison licked her lips suggestively. “I didn’t. I let the tattoo artist cum in and he was more than happy to give me the tat for free.”
“And those nipple piercing? Did he cum on in as well?” She shook her head. “I had to lick a tight pussy to get those.”
“Well, you’re hired,” I told her.
Allison walked behind the counter and pulled up the back of her skirt to expose a perky ass. I pulled out of Lillian’s cunt and moved behind Allison. I had to bend a little lower, but I got my cock stuffed up into Allison tight cunt. Lillian was between us and the entrance, blocking us from view allowing me to fuck Allison hard and fast.
“Fuck that slut!” Lillian urged, lifting her black skirt with one hand and playing with her messy pussy with the other. Lillian brought her stained fingers to her lips and Allison slid her hand between her legs and shoved two fingers up Lillian’s cunt. “You naughty whore,” moaned Lillian. “That feels sooo nice.”
“And you feel so wet,” Allison whispered, then leaned over and she kissed Lillian. “Oh, god, fuck me stud!” Allison hissed when she finished kissing Lillian. “I’m close to cumming!” I fucked her harder, her cunt spasming pleasantly on my dick as she came loudly, drawing the attention of passing mall shopper, a middle-aged woman dressed in a conservative, cloud blue pantsuit.
As the woman entered the store, I wondered just what I could get away with, so I pulled my cock slowly out of Allison’s cunt. Trying to move as little as possible, I slid my wet dick between the cheeks of her ass and slowly pushed it into her asshole. Allison stiffened and gasped. “Are you okay, dear?” The woman asked, eying the flushed teenager as my dick slid deeper and deeper into her ass.
“I’m just fine,” Allison panted. “Just being trained.”
The woman peered suspiciously at us as my cock bottomed out in her asshole, tight and hot. Allison squirmed a bit, trying to get used to my shaft invading her ass. “Are you sure, sweetheart.”
“Oh yes,” Allison gasped as I started to slowly withdraw my dick. “He’s an amazing teacher. Right, Lillian?”
Lillian licked her lips. “Oh yes! He cums here all the time. To make sure we’re well trained.”
This conversation was too much for me, and I came in Allison’s ass as I slid slowly in, sighing in pleasure. “You three are some disgusting deviants,” the woman said shrilly. “I’m going to get mall security.”
“No you’re not,” I told her. “Your going to come back her and suck my cum out of Allison’s ass for being a nosy bitch. Don’t stop eating her asshole until she cums.”
The woman, looking completely ashamed of herself, walked behind the counter and dropped to her knees behind Allison. She lifted Allison’s skirt, spread her asscheek, exposing a brown, winking hole dripping with white semen. The woman, gingerly, placed her lips on Allison asshole and started sucking. “Oh, fuck!” Allison moaned. “You are one nasty guy!”
My cock was dirty from Allison’s ass, so I lifted Lillian’s skirt. Her wet pussy would clean it up, and I shoved my dick into her sloppy pussy, fucking her slowly. I looked over at Allison and asked, “You ever wanted to be a sex slave?”
“Oh yes,” she panted. “I love it when a guy takes charge.”
“Why I am not surprised you found another girl to amuse yourself with,” Mary said as she and a thoroughly disheveled Anne walked to the front of the store. Anne’s lips were smeared with pussy juices and she carried several bags of clothes.
“This is Allison,” I told her as Lillian moaned on my cock. “Allison, this is my girlfriend, Mary.”
“Oh, nice to meet you,” Allison gasped.
“Allison is going to be our sex slave from now on,” I told Mary, who arched an eyebrow at me. “Allison, you’ll do anything, no matter how filthy or depraved, that Mary or I tell you to do.”
“Oh, absolutely,” Allison gushed. “That sounds wonderful! Thank you, Master. Thank you, Mistress. I’ll be the best slut-slave ever!”
“Well, she definitely dressed for it,” Mary said, reading the words printed on Allison shirt. “And, um, who is eating out her ass.”
“Some prudish bitch. She’s going to pay for your clothes, right.” There was a muffled yes from between Allison’s perky cheeks.
I leaned down to grab the prudish bitches purse, trying not to pull out of Lillian. I almost fell over, and my dick sadly slipped out of her warm cunt, but I grabbed the purse and got back inside Lillian. I opened it up and pulled out her wallet. I found a credit card and handed it to Lillian so she could ring up the purchase. I found about a hundred in cash and pocketed that and threw her purse on the floor. Lillian fumbled at the register, having trouble concentrating as I fucked her hard. Allison orgasmed with a small shudder and a moan a minute later. The prudish bitch grabbed her purse and fled the store, almost tripping in her haste to escape.
“Allison, who do you live with?” I asked.
“My father,” she answered. “My mom died when I was little.”
“Call your dad,” I ordered. “I need to speak to him.”
She pulled out her cell phone and called him. “Hey, daddy,” she spoke into the phone, “my Master needs to speak to you.”
I took the phone and heard her dad ask, “Master? What are you talking about, pumpkin?”
“I’m your daughter’s Master,” I spoke into the phone. “She’s going to be my sex slave and live with me. I’m going to fuck her and cum in every hole she has: pussy, ass, mouth. You will not worry about her, contact the police, or go looking for her. She will not be harmed.” I handed the phone back. “Tell your daddy what I’ve done to you.”
“Hey daddy,” Allison said, my balls were tightening and I was close to cumming a fourth time in Lillian’s cunt. “I’m having a lot of fun with my Master. He fucked me in the cunt behind the cash register at Hot Topic. It was amazing, I came so hard, daddy. Then, this woman walked in. She was suspicious of us. But Master wasn’t concerned, he just stuck his cock up my ass and shot his cum up my butt while this prudish bitch watched. It was sooo hot, daddy.” Listening to this slut moan into the phone as she told her father the filthy things I did to her was so hot. I groaned and shot my load up Lillian’s cunt. “Then, daddy, he made the woman eat his cum out my ass and I came a second time.”
I pulled my cock out Lillian, wet and dripping. “Slut, hang up the phone and clean your Master’s dick,” Mary ordered, surprising me.
“Don’t worry, daddy, I’ll be the best slut-slave ever for Master and Mistress,” Allison said sweetly into the phone. “I gotta go now, daddy. Master’s cock is covered in pussy juices and Mistress wants me to suck it clean. I love you, daddy.” With that, Allison dropped to her knees, and licked all the pussy juices off my cock.
“Grab our bags, slut,” Mary ordered as I tucked my cock back into my pants. Allison grabbed the Hot Topic and Old Navy bags. “Walk behind us.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison said, smiling.
Allison trailed behind Mary and me as we walked through the mall. “You seem to be taking to this slave-thing well,” I told her.
“Well, my older sister, Shannon, used to like to boss me and Missy around,” Mary explained, “and I hated it.”
“Revenge by proxy, then?” Mary nodded. “Why not the real thing then,” I pointed out. “Say the word, and Shannon could be your very own slave.”
Mary blushed. “My own sister,” she whispered, mortified.
“Or not, I’m more than happy with Allison.”
Mary bit her lip. “You wouldn’t ever, you know, mess with my sisters.”
“Only with your permission,” I said. “I promise.”
She smiled gratefully. “Thank you.”
Mary led us to Victoria’s Secret. “I want to put on a modeling show for you,” Mary said as we entered the store. “Slut can help.”
“I would love to, Mistress.”
Mary arranged everything, after I told the salesgirls to listen to her. The customers were hurried out of the store and then the salesgirls locked the store up. Mary and Allison browsed the shelves with the help of the salesgirls, two beauties named Aurora and Heather. Aurora was the younger of the two, eighteen, her hair dyed dark blue, large breasts on display in a low cut, lacy blouse and blue jeans so tight they were almost a second skin. Peeking out of the back of her blue jeans was a red, whaletail thong. Heather was older, nearly thirty, but no less beautiful than Aurora. She had strawberry-blonde hair, falling in curls about her shoulders, brilliant blue eyes, a dolls face, and pair of round, large tits that strained her gray, silk blouse while a black, tight miniskirt clung to her curvy hips and ass.
Mary had a divan moved to face the changing rooms and sat me in the center and had the salesgirls do a strip tease for me while Allison filmed with my camcorder. Both were novices at doing a strip tease, and there was no music, but it was sexy nonetheless. The two girls wiggled asses in my face as they shrugged off blouses. Heather wasn’t wearing a bra and her right nipple was pierced with a gold ring. Aurora was wearing a strapless bra that barely covered her areolas and pushed up her large breasts. Bra off, she rubbed those large, fleshy tits in my face. She smelled of lavender and rose and I sucked a brown nipple into my mouth before she danced away.
When Heather’s miniskirt came off, I wasn’t surprised to see she wore no panties, her cunt shaved and glistening. I wondered what was the point at working in a lingerie shop if you didn’t wear any. Aurora had a difficult time getting her jeans off, they were so tight, and Heather had to help. Then, with far less effort, her red thong was off and both girls danced naked before me, rubbing against each other as they danced, then laughing, they seated themselves on either side of me, large breasts pressing softly against me.
Mary took the camcorder and placed it on the shelf, making sure it had a good shot of the divan and the entrance to the changing room. Then, she and Allison disappeared with their lingerie into the changing room as Heather and Aurora fished my cock out of my pants and started to stroke it while I took turns making out with each woman. I was sucking on Aurora’s tit when Mary and Allison exited. Both were stunning.
First Mary went, modeling a white, strapless bra with the cups covered in delicate, lilac lace and a matching pair of lilac panties, trimmed in lace. Lilac garters held up thigh-high lilac stockings. She walked before us as if she was on a runway, strutting forward then turning to give us all a good look. The three of us on the couch clapped and told her how beautiful and sexy she was. Then Allison, in a cream bustier with black lace running up the stomach and bodice, matching panties and sheer, white stalkings held on by garters, complimented the bustier. Allison did her strut, a more aggressive and sexually charged walk compared to Mary’s more graceful walk and Heather, Aurora, and I whistled and catcalled.
Giggling, Mary and Allison went back into the changing room for their next outfits and I pushed Heather down to the floor and she sucked my cock into her mouth, warm and wet, her teeth gently caressing my cock’s sensitive head. Aurora started to kiss me, her tongue wiggling in my mouth and I groped her heavy tit, rolling fat nipple between my fingers. After my cock was good and wet with Heather’s spit, she popped it out of her mouth and piled her big breasts around my cock, sandwiching it in their pillowy softness. Squeezing her tits around my cock, she started to slid them up and down. Her skin was smooth as silk, and her mouth would kiss the tip on the down stroke, teasing my cock with her wet tongue.
Mary and Allison came out in their next outfits and Mary was wearing a matching bra and thong set made of gray lace, her dusky aerolas peeking out through gaps in the lace. The thong was just wisps of gray lace that barely hid her pussy. She looked so hot that I groaned and shot my cum on Heather’s face and tits. Heather gasped in surprise, licking semen off her lips.
“Don’t just stand there, Slut,” Mary barked, slapping Allison’s ass hard, “lick up your Master’s cum of that whore.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison moaned, almost flying across the room in her haste to lick my semen off Heather’s large breasts and face. Allison was dressed in a black, babydoll nightgown, trimmed in pink lace and matching, transparent black panties.
Mary smacked Allison’s panty-clad ass again. “Good little sluts always lick their Master’s cum up, immediately! No matter where they find it!”
“Absolutely, Mistress,” Allison answered as Mary smacked her ass a third time.
Mary returned to the dressing room to change, leaving Allison busy cleaning Heather’s face and tits. Allison spent a good deal of time making sure her aerolas and nipples were sucked clean of cum. Aurora started to lazily stroke my cock as we watch my little slut clean Heather. When my cock was hard, she slipped down and sucked it into her mouth. Allison must have found some cum on Heather’s pussy, because she was now happily licking out her cunt. I wasn’t sure any cum actually got there, but I couldn’t complain if Allison wanted do a thorough job.
Mary third outfit was a sexy, sheer babydoll slip, pink in color. The bodice, solid pink, cupped her breasts in delicate fabric while sheer, pink silk fell down across her stomach ending just at a pair pink, lacy panties. She looked as innocent as a schoolgirl and as sexy as a stripper. She did her runway walk and I whistled at her. “God, your beautiful,” I moaned as Aurora deep-throated my cock.
“Thanks.” Mary set down next to me and spread her legs. “Slut, eat my pussy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison said, pulling away from Heather’s pussy and pushed aside Mary’s panties to dive into her wet cunt, nosily eating her pussy. Heather moaned in disappointment, then furiously started to masturbate.
Mary embraced me and we kissed as are respective sluts performed orals sex on us. My hand found her tit encased in the soft silk of the slip, and rubbed and squeezed. Mary and I came together, hugging each other tightly, filling our whores mouths with our cum and juices. Some of my cum spilled out of Aurora’s mouth and Allison wasted no time in licking it off her face. I pulled Mary onto my lap, and her legs straddled my hips, the soft silk of her panties rubbing coolly on my dick as I captured her lips in a kiss.
I started deep into Mary’s emerald eyes as she pulled aside her panties and sank her cunt down onto my cock. “I love you,” she moaned, fucking me slowly. I pulled her bodice down, popping a freckled tit out and sucked it greedily into my mouth. I gripped her ass through her silk panties, feeling it flex beneath my fingers as she writhed on my cock. Her arms cradled my head to her breast, holding me as I suckled on her nipple and aerola.
Mary’s hips begin to move with a faster urgency, her breath panting. The walls of her cunt were fire on my cock, fanning my desire. “Cum with me, Mare,” I whispered, looking up at her. Our foreheads pressed together. “Cum with me.”
“Yes, yes,” Mary panted. She was fucking hard and fast, now. Hips rotating swiftly as she danced on my cock, grinding her clit into my groin. “I’m almost there!” she moaned. “Oh, God, I’m there!” Her cunt was clenching about my cock as she sat down, burying my cock all the way to her womb as she came on me. Her lips found mine and we kissed as I spilt my seed deep inside her and for singular, perfect moment, we were one.
Mary sat on my cock, kissing me, breathing my soul, as we held each other in the afterglow of our pleasure. Behind her, the other girls moaned and panted as they fucked each other, yelling as they made each other cum, lapping at wet cunts and sucking at hard nipples. Mary finally got off me, slumping wearily on the couch and cuddling up to me. Her legs were spread, my cum oozing through the silk panties. Allison was on us in seconds, licking the cum off my cock and out of Mary’s cunt as we dozed on the couch, lazily watching Heather and Aurora slip into a sixty-nine and devour each other.
“I love you,” I whispered to Mary, and kissed my love as our slut licked my cum out of her cunt.
To be continued …

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