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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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Doctor Patient Confidentiality

Doctor Samantha Carter was having her lunch in her office before seeing her next patient. She had just turned 30 and that depressed her. She hadn’t had a serious relationship since high school, being so focused on getting into med school, then getting the best residency program she could, then finding a great job. After accomplishing all of her goals she felt let down and lonely.
She stood up and went to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. At just 30 she was still young and fit, 5’6” tall wavy blonde hair falling just below her shoulders, solid c-cup breasts and a tight flat stomach. She wore a snug blouse with a low cut neckline and a tight mid-thigh length skirt. People had always told her legs were best feature, she had to agree and always highlighted them when she dressed. Today, as most days, she wore stockings – black, accentuating her legs by giving them color and shape.
Samantha was thinking of maybe doing more to try and get out at night instead of catching up on reports and calling patients with test results. She had to find a man, she hadn’t had sex for years, never being one to have one night stands she could also never get a relationship going always being so busy.
There was a knock on her office door, she went to answer it. It was Bill Samson’s secretary Julie, Bill was one of the partners in the practice where she worked.
“Sam, sorry to bother you during lunch but Bill just called and said he has a family emergency and has to pass a few of his cases over to you since he will have limited hours for a while now.”
“Ok, that’s not a problem.”
“Your first new patient will be here in about 20 minutes so here is his file. It should take you about an hour and that’s your last patient visit of the day.”
Well, Samantha thought, I guess I will have to be busier rather than less busy.
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Mike Barnes sat at home in front of his computer looking at porn a lot recently. Since he broke his leg and severely damaged his knee during a bad fall while running cross country at school he hasn’t been able to get around much on his own. It has been months of surgeries to repair the femur and put in a new ACL, physical therapy, etc. At first his friends came around a lot, they took him places to hang out, but it didn’t take long for that to slow to almost a stop. Now that Mike is almost back to normal and can walk easily he figured that would all change back to normal, and it is now the summer after junior year so there should be lots of fun to be had.
Mike was sitting there with his nearly 8” erection in his hand watching a guy get blown by two hot girls when he happened to glance up at the clock. He had no more than 20 minutes to walk, on his bad leg, over a mile to the doctor’s office for his check up. This was going to be bad; he thought as he tucked the rock hard cock back into his pants and started out.
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When Mike got to the doctor’s office he was told Dr. Samson was out for a family emergency and that Dr. Carter would be taking over his case. Mike went into the exam room and put the paper gown on over his boxers. So Mike sat on the table in the exam room waiting for the new doctor, still maintaining a half hard cock. The door opened and in walked Dr. Carter.
“Oh, shit” mike thought to himself “A woman doctor, and damn she is hot.” He looked her over and couldn’t believe how sexy she was, and she must know it too, the way she dressed showed that she liked her body. Those damn stockings were incredibly sexy; her legs alone would make a man kill just for a chance to caress them.
“Good afternoon Mike, I’m Dr. Carter and I will be handling your case from now on.” She said as she extended her hand for a shake. Mike took her hand, watching her breasts giggle ever so subtly as they shook. That was it, his erection was returning to full. He couldn’t believe it, he wished he had a chance to finish masturbating before leaving, he didn’t think of it at the time since Dr. Samson was a man.
“So how are you feeling? It seems you aren’t having much trouble walking on the leg now?” Dr. Carter was making this sort of small talk while doing all the routine physical stuff. Pulse, blood pressure, temperature, listening to his heart beat, etc.
“No, doc it feels OK now. Very stiff though, especially in the morning, and sometimes I have pain like after I walk for a while. On the way here it started hurting since I walked over a mile at a pretty quick pace.”
“Well, Mike, you need to leave yourself enough time to walk at a comfortable pace, or even to take a break if you need to.”
“I know doc, I usually do, but I…. lost track of time.”
“Well, let me take a look at the leg.” She walked over and sat on one of those wheeled stools.
Dr. Carter took the leg in her hands and slid the gown up high so she can examine the surgical scars. Mike had an incredible feeling wash over him and she slid her hands up and down his leg, running her fingers over each scar. She was leaning in close to get a good look his scars, from Mike’s perspective she was pretty close to giving him a blow job. His cock was as hard as it has ever been; being a virgin no woman has ever touched him like this.
“Does this hurt, Mike? You seem very tense?” Dr. Carter looked up at him as she spoke as her eyes drifted past his groin she noticed the tent under his gown. She couldn’t help being a bit excited, she paused on the way to looking up at his face, she inhaled a bit and noticed she licked her lips.
“No doc, I…… I guess your hands are maybe a bit cold is all.” He knew it sounded stupid but that was he could think of.
She noticed Mike wasn’t really looking at her, maybe he was embarrassed by his reaction. From what she could see of the tent he had nothing to be embarrassed about. Trying to focus on the exam she kept working down his leg to the knee.
“Yes, your knee seems a bit swollen probably just from the walk. Have you noticed swelling, here or anywhere else, at any other time?”
Mike would swear she said that and gave him just the hint of a smile. Was she teasing him?
“No, doc.”
“OK, well let’s see you put some weight on that knee, please stand up straight with equal weight on both feet.” She wheeled to little stool back away from Mike.
“Oh my God, how am I going to do this?” Mike thought to himself. He realized he had no options so he sighed in resignation and slid off the exam table and stood up straight. His turgid pole sticking proudly out in front of him.
Dr. Carter actually gasped a bit, and couldn’t stop the look of surprise that crossed her face. She could tell he had a nice sized penis before, but now she was just plain impressed. Mike noticed the reaction and flushed red.
“I am so sorry doc, I’m just embarrassed”
“No, you have nothing at all to be embarrassed about.” Dr. Carter said, almost too quickly, still with a shocked look on her face. Realizing how what she said could be taken she added with a smile trying to sound a bit more professional “I mean, it’s a normal reaction for a young man, totally involuntary you can’t help it.”
She looked over his file, and made her notes about the exam. Then she noticed something.
“Looks like it’s time to do your complete physical for fall sports. I mean you are here. I’ll write you a blood test order; you can do that anytime over the next few weeks.” She wrote all that down and then without thinking added as she turned around “I guess all that’s left is a testicular exam, so please disrobe for that.”
Mike couldn’t believe what he heard, but he had already resigned himself to the embarrassment so he just took off the gown and dropped his boxers.
Dr. Carter, on the other hand, really wasn’t ready for this. She had tried to put his massive erection out of her mind when she turned around as she realized how turned on she was getting. So when she asked his disrobe and spun around on her little stool she was totally shocked to see an 8” erection looking back at her. They were both obviously embarrassed and a little unsure of what to do and how to talk to each other. So Dr. Carter just tried to stay focused on the job, she tried to ignore the wetness building in her pussy.
“So I am going to manipulate each testicle and the surrounding area to check for lumps and also a hernia.”
She began by checking the area of around the penis and scrotum for bulges and signs of a hernia, then moving to the testicles themselves. Mike couldn’t believe what was happening, he could feel cum building up, he might not able to hang on, he might just lose it and cum all over the place. He couldn’t watch, seeing her there might be too much for him.
“So I am checking the scrotum for signs of hernia like a bulge that shouldn’t be there as well as for lumps on each testes.” She could see his rock hard cock, only about two feet from her face. She found herself squeezing her legs together like she used to in high school to try and have an orgasm during class.
“OK, now one last step I am going to palpate the shaft of your penis.”
Mike couldn’t believe what he was hearing; he looked down to see her take his shaft between her thumb and forefinger. She slowly squeezed it little by little down the shaft, it felt incredible. He felt like he was in heaven – and then he noticed her tits. She was breathing a bit heavy and he saw those lovely tits heaving up and down as she slowly touched his hard cock. He couldn’t hold back and at this moment he didn’t give a damn.
“Oh, God, yes!” Mike moaned quite loudly and shot at least ten thick ropes of cum all over the floor and Dr. Carter herself. The first two shots hit her right in the face, all over her lips and right cheek. The next two fell onto her gorgeous firm tits, the next onto her sexy legs and stockings, the last covered the floor between them with a slick coating of hot cum.
Dr. Carter was surprised when all this happened, but not in a bad way, he was in the middle of squeezing her legs and clenching her pussy trying to orgasm herself. When Mike started cumming all over her it sent her over the edge as well. He couldn’t hear her squealing, and if he did he might have thought it was because she was grossed out. Her panties were soaked with her own cum and she was feeling pretty good right now.
“Oh doc, I am so sorry. It’s just that ….. I mean ……. I couldn’t help it.” Mike was incredibly embarrassed now that the feeling of his orgasm was winding down.
“No reason to be embarrassed, I should have realized that might happen in your condition and waited for the examination at another date.” She looked up at him with a smile on her cum covered face. “I guess we had better clean up. Would you mind cleaning the floor the towels are by the sink?”
Mike went over to the sink, got some damp paper towels and started to clean the floor while Dr. Carter did the same with her face and cleavage.
“So Mike, I should mention that I did not notice anything to be concerned about health wise during the exam.”
Mike looked up at her now, as she was cleaning her cleavage, she had unbuttoned two buttons to clean herself. He could see her tits, much more clearly and the little lacey black bra she was wearing. He couldn’t believe this afternoon was happening, and holy shit, his cock was getting hard again. It has been like 90 seconds since he came all over the place and he barely had time to get soft and now he was hard as a rock again.
Dr. Carter turned around to lean against the sink as she slipped her shoes off and then bent over removing her sexy stockings. Mike stood up to go throw the towels away, but stopped to stare at her gorgeous ass. Dr. Carter turned around to say good bye to Mike when she noticed him staring at her, and his huge erection standing at full attention again.
“Wow, Mike.” She said before she could stop herself. “I mean … I guess you are young and that is normal for a guy your age.”
“I know doc, I guess I just find you attractive.”
“Well, I am flattered, you have an exceptional, I mean … it’s just so…. Well.” Dr. Carter was flustered and before she realized what she was doing she had taken one of her business cards and wrote her cell phone number down and gave it to Mike. “If you have any other problems like this, you can call me anytime.” She leaned in agave him a quick peck on the cheek and walked out the door, directly to her car.
She started driving home, but couldn’t make it. She pulled into a big parking lot at a shopping center and hiked up her skirt. She pulled her panties aside and began to rub her clit using her own juices to lube her fingers. She alternated between rubbing her clit and sliding her fingers deep inside herself until she rocked herself to another orgasm.
As she laid there breathless she looked into the rear view mirror and said to herself out loud “I hope he calls because I need that huge cock deep inside me soon.”

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The Devil’s Pact Chapter 5: The Talk

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013
Chapter Five: The Talk
Mary and I exited Victoria’s Secret. We just had the most pleasurable time inside, when Mary had arranged for the beautiful salesgirls, Aurora and Heather, to pleasure me while Mary and our sex-slave, Allison, modeled lingerie.
Mary was wearing the red-and-white striped pencil skirt and a loose fitting, white blouse. Her auburn ponytail contrasted nicely against the white of her blouse as it fell down her back. Behind us, Allison, walked burdened with Mary’s purchases. She looked particularly slutty in a pink t-shirt, so tight it was quite clear she wore no bra and had pierced nipples. Across her breasts was written “Daddy’s Little Girl” only the “Girl” was crossed out and replaced with “Slut”. And that was what she was, a horny, seventeen year old slut.
“So where to next, Mare?” I asked. This was Mary’s shopping trip and I was just along for the ride.
“No offense, Mark” Mary said, “but you need some new clothes. This …” she grabbed the fraying hem of my t-shirt, “is a little worn.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I said. I guess it was fair, I had told her the same thing this morning about her Starbucks uniform.
And that’s how I found myself in Aeropostale being shoved into a changing room by Mary with a bundle of jeans and shirts, and detailed instructions on what to wear. I tried on a couple pairs of jeans until I found the size that fit. Then I pulled on a white t-shirt, tucked the shirt into my jeans, and then pulled on a red and black plaid, buttoned up shirt, which I left unbuttoned, per Mary’s instructions. I looked in the mirror and I guessed I looked alright. Usually, I just wore the beige slacks my job required because I was to cheap too buy another pair of pants. For shirts, I just bought plain, cheap t-shirts from Walmart or Target.
I stepped out of the changing room and found Mary and Allison waiting. Allison had my camcorder and she was filming me. I felt self-conscious as Mary and Allison scrutinized me, which was weird since I’d been filming myself having sex all day. I swallowed, waiting for Mary’s reaction. She eyed me critically, biting her lower lip. Why was she waiting so long to say anything. Did it not look good on me? Shit, I wished she would say something. Even it I looked like a moron, that was better then her appraising stare.
“You look good,” Mary said, finally.
“Definitely,” Allison answered. “Master is looking very handsome.” I flushed, both relieved and embarrassed as Mary and Allison whistled and catcalled as I turned around.
“Nice ass,” Mary said huskily and then she spanked my ass. “Saucy filly!” I gasped and jumped, whirling around to grab at Mary. She gracefully danced away giggling as I lunged for her.
Mary stuck her tongue at me and darted between a clothing rack and I chased after her. Mary had gotten around the racks and was double-backing towards the changing room. I cut off her escape, driving her back into the short hallway that lead to the store’s three changing rooms. Mary backed down the hallway as I slowly advanced on her, a sultry smile gracing her lips. She back up until she bumped into the door at the end of the hallway and I grinned in victory, my prey was cornered. I loomed over her, feasting on the sight of her small bosom heaving in excitement. Her eyes shined with desire as I leaned in and captured her red lips with mine.
“You’ve been bad,” I whispered after the kiss, groping her tit through her blouse. “Time for your punishment.”
Mary grinned wickedly, reaching behind her to open the changing room door. We almost fell inside, slamming the door shut. “Slut,” Mary called out. “Do what you have to stop any interruptions.”
“Yes, Mistress,” answered Allison.
I shoved Mary face first against the wall and pulled her skirt up over her ass. She was wearing panties made of wispy, grace lace that did nothing to hide her flesh beneath. I pulled them down, leaving them bunched around her knees, and smacked her right asscheek. “Harder,” panted Mary. “I’ve been such a bad filly!” The second smack was hard and loud and left a red hand-print on her white ass.
“What’s going on back here,” demanded the male voice of the store’s clerk.
“Nothing,” Allison said in a sultry voice. “Hi, I’m Allison.”
I smacked Mary’s ass a third time and she squealed. “Doesn’t sound like nothing,” the man said. “Come on out.”
Allison giggled, and cooed flirtatiously, “You have such broad shoulders. Do you work out? I love a guy with muscles.”
I unzipped my pants and smacked Mary’s ass with repeatedly with my cock. “Uhh, you feel so hard!” Mary moaned.
“Get out, right now!” the man ordered. “Wait, what are you doing?”
“You’re muscles are so hard,” Allison purred.
“Miss, please stop that,” the man pleaded as my hard cock found Mary’s wet cunt and slid up inside her and fucked her slowly.
“Do you like my shirt?” asked Allison. “It’s the most amazing fabric. Here fill how soft it is.”
“What? Shit!” the man gasped in panic. “I … fuck.”
“Nice and soft, right?” Allison purred.
I heard clothes rustle and the man gasped out loud. In a stricken voice, the man complained, “Miss, you got to put your shirt back on!”
“Do you like my piercings?” Allison asked. “It’s okay, you can touch them.”
“Oh, god,” the man moaned, guiltily. “Fuck, that’s nice.”
I pulled my cock out of Mary’s cunt. “Oh, don’t stop,” she begged.
“You still need to be punished!” I hissed.
I moved my cock up through her crack and found the tight, rosebud of her anus. “Ohhh,” Mary moaned. “Fuck my ass! That’ll teach me!”
My cock, lubed with her pussy’s juices, pushed past her tight sphincter and into the warm, velvety tightness of her ass. Mary groaned in pain and pleasure, shoving her ass back against me, forcing my cock deeper into her bowels. One hand slit up under her blouse to grasp a small breast and hard nipple, while the other slid down to find a wet cunt and throbbing clit. Holding Mary tight, I fucked her ass hard and she moaned loudly.
“Do you want to see my tattoo?” Allison asked out in the hallway.
“Wow!” breathed the guy.
“It’s an invitation,” Allison husked. She must have lifted her skirt to show the phrase “Cum on In” that was tattooed on her pelvis, right above her pussy. Beneath the words, a little arrow pointed down to clit.
“I can’t,” the guy protested.
“Sure you can,” Allison said huskily. “Pussies were made to have cocks cum in them.”
“Shit,” the guy cursed. A door opened and the pair moved into another changing room. Someone bumped into the wall.
There was a wet, sloppy sound and Allison cooed, “You’re so big!”
“Am I big?” I asked, Mary as I fucked her ass.
“Eh,” she said with a shrug. I smacked her ass and she giggled. “You’re my stallion!” she moaned. “And you feel quite large in my ass right now!”
I kissed Mary’s neck, enjoying her tight, hot ass as I fucked her. Through the thin walls of the changing room we could hear Allison’s pants and the gasps of the stranger fucking her. Mary wiggled her hips, fucking her ass back into me. Mary turned her head and I kissed her lips, pushing Mary’s body against the wall as I reveled in her ass’s sweet, tight grip on my cock.
“Oh, fuck!” the man moaned. “You’re so tight, I am about to cum.”
“On, no, don’t pull out,” protested Allison.
“I don’t want to cum in you!”
“Didn’t you read the tat?” Allison asked, naughtily. “Ohh, that’s nice! Fuck me harder! Fuck me stud!” Allison groaned loudly. It sound like she came. “Oh, your cum so hot and deep inside me! Fuck, you’re a stud.”
“Thanks,” the man, mumbled. The door opened and heavy footsteps walked away.
Allison giggled. “Did I do good?” she asked from the hallway.
“You did great, slut,” Mary moaned, then hissed to me, “Pinch my clit. Oh yeah, just like that, hun. Fuuucck!”
Her ass clenched hard on my dick as her body shuddered in my embrace. I fucked her a few more times then emptied my balls into her bowels. I held my sweet Mary, breathing heavily in her ear, for a minute, before I pulled my cock out of her ass. White cum leaked out her brown asshole, running down her crack and taint to her cunt. “Slut!” I called, “get in here.”
Allison threw open the door, entering the changing room topless. Her large breasts, perky with youth, swayed and bounced as she walked. Her large, pink nipples were each pierce with silver barbells. Running down her inner thighs was the stranger’s cum. Allison saw my dirty cock and the cum leaking out of Mary’s ass, and knew what to do. Kneeling down, she first gently licked my cock clean, her tongue stud hard on my cock, contrasting with her soft tongue. My cock clean she started to suck my cum out of Mary’s ass.
It was so hot, watching my slut eat my cum out my girlfriend’s ass, that my cock grew hard again. When she finished, I turned her head and fucked my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged and chocked as I face fucked her hard, shoving my cock down her throat. Mary smiled, straightening her skirt and blouse, and then grabbed the back of Allison’s head and helped me face fuck her. I came deep in her throat and Allison gagged and choked on my cum.
When I pulled out of her mouth, drool and cum ran down her chin. She smiled up at me and purred, “Thank you, Master, for feeding me your tasty cum.” She was a good slut and I patted her on the head, smiling down at her.
Knowing my sizes, now, Mary picked out more clothes while telling me to go choose some boxers. She heavily implied that my tighty whitey underwear was not at all too her liking. I found some new boxers and I joined her at the register where I had the clerk sell the clothes to me for free. Allison, my cum running down her inner thighs, had trouble carrying all our shopping bags so I grabbed a teenage boy lounging in the store and pressed him into service.
“Bath and Body Works should be the last stop,” Mary told me as we left Aeropostale. “Allison and I will need our beauty supplies.”
“Of course,” I said. “I think I’ll pop into Gamestop.”
Mary nodded. “Okay, hun, we’ll meet you back here in twenty minutes.” I nodded, and pulled some of the money I got from the prudish bitch back at Hot Topic and handed it to Mary. She gave me a quick kiss and led Allison and our teenage pack mule off into the mall.
But it wasn’t Gamestop I went. It was Kay Jewelers. Maybe it was crazy, but I loved Mary. Even if I hadn’t known her for a full day yet, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. The clerk was a middle-aged woman named Patricia. She had horned rim glasses perched on a narrow, pinched face and boney nose. She smiled happily when I told her I was shopping for an engagement ring and showed me the stores collection. There were so many, that I was quickly overwhelmed.
“What does your girlfriend like,” Patricia asked. “What type of jewelry does she wear?”
“I’m not sure,” I said, studying all the rings. It was a little overwhelming. “We haven’t been together long.”
“Ahh,” Patricia said. “When I was seventeen I was swept off my feet by this twenty-year old sailor. I thought he was the one.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I got the clap,” Patricia said with a impish giggle. “Turned out, I wasn’t the only girl he was seeing. So, you sure you’re not rushing things.”
I shook my head. “No, she’s the one. I feel it.”
“Okay, sonny,” she said. “How about this one?”
One ring caught my eye. Patricia noticed and pulled out a large, black diamond set in white gold and flanked with many, smaller white diamonds. The band of the ring was set with small, black diamonds. It wasn’t the most expensive ring, but I found it the most beautiful.
“This the one, sonny?” Patrica asked.
“Definitely,” I said. So Patricia placed the ring in a black, ring box and I decided to look for some more jewelry for Mary. I found a heart-shaped, silver locket with a pink rose sculpted on the front; a gold bracelet made of Xs and Os with little hearts engraved on the Os; and a pair of amethyst gold stud earrings. Patricia was such a sweet old gal, I didn’t want her to get in trouble for letting me steal so much jewelery. I made her go into the back room and she looked so hurt when I tied her up. I would make sure someone would find her before too long.
Jewelery in hand, I wandered over to the Gamestop. Sadly, no hot, beautiful, cute, or even moderately attractive women wandered into the store, so I just browsed the games. I ended up getting a Nintendo 3DS to replace my old DS and picked up a couple of games. Finally, Mary and Allison showed up. In addition to the Bath and Body Works bags, they had Target bags, explaining the additional ten minutes it took. “Just some toiletries and such,” Mary explained with a smile. How could I be mad when she smiled so beautifully.
“So, anywhere else?” I asked.
Mary thought for a minute. “No, I think that’s enough for today.” Mary noticed the Kay Jewelry bag and her eyes widened. I grinned and handed the bag of jewelry over. I had already slipped the engagement ring box into my pants pocket.
Both Mary and Allison cooed in delight as they opened the jewelry boxes, and Mary immediately put on the locket, the bracelet, and replaced her silver studs for the gold, amethyst studs. Bedecked with her new jewelery, Mary hugged me fiercely and kissed me soundly on the lips. “Oh, they’re so beautiful,” she said, tears in her eyes, “thank you, thank you.” The thank yous were punctuated with sweet kisses. “I love you.”
“I’m glad you like them,” I told her when she calmed down.
Arm in arm, we walked through the mall. On the way out we I noticed a black, canvas duster in a store window. I had always wanted a duster, ever since I was a kid watching spaghetti westerns. Mary laughed out loud a minute later when I walked out wearing the duster. I didn’t care, just place my arm around her shoulder and walked my laughing girlfriend out of the mall.
After a few minutes of wandering around the parking lot, we found my silver Mustang. Allison and the teenage boy placed our purchases into the trunk, and I told the boy to go to Kay Jewelers and find Patricia. As he ran off, the three of us piled into the Mustang with Allison squeezing into the backseat.
“If you could have any car in the world, Mary, what would it be?” I asked as the Mustang’s engine roared to life.
She frowned. “I’m not sure. I Volkswagen, probably.”
“A Volkswagen?” I asked. That would not have been my answer.
“Yeah, they make the cutest cars.”
Laughing, I backed my car out of the space and headed off to find a Volkswagen dealership. I got on highway 512 and got my Mustang up to 100 mph going down the hill into the valley before I had to slow down to make the curves. I got us down to River Road, on the other side of Puyallup, which was crowded with a dealership for every car manufacture you could imagine and found the Larson Volkswagen dealership.
We got out of the car and Mary started wandering through the various Beetles and Jettas, Golfs and Tiguans, proclaiming how cute they were. I just wondered what the fuck a Tiguan was. Could it be a lizard? I checked my camcorder and saw the memory card was nearly full, so I popped open the trunk and swapped out memory cards for my camcorder, and looked around for any attractive women.
“Can I help you folks?” a handsome, young man in a blue-striped white shirt asked. He was clean cut and friendly and reached out to shake my hand.
“Yeah, my girlfriend, Mary, is looking for a new car,” I told Frank, reading his name off a blue nametag. “Help her find what she’s looking for.”
“Okay,” he said in a friendly manner, “What type of car are you looking for, Mary?”
“Something cute,” she answered, as Frank led her off. “and sporty.”
I was about to follow when I noticed this gorgeous, sandy-blonde haired woman, mid-twenties, in a red sundress. The dress was held up by two narrow straps that left most of her shoulders bare, between the plunging neckline and a push up bra, the woman had an amazing cleavage. The woman was with a man, her husband I guessed, who placed a hand on her hip as they talked over a silver Passat.
I grabbed Allison and stopped her from following after Mary. “Slut,” I said quietly. “I’m going to lead that man’s wife off to the bathroom to fuck her. I need you to keep her husband distracted.”
Allison grinned, eying the man up. He was a ruggedly handsome man, broad shoulder and chiseled features. “Like how I distracted the guy in Aeropostale?”
I smiled at her. “You do whatever you want,” I told her. Allison nodded her head, eagerly, licking her lips.
Allison and I walked discreetly over to the couple and waited for my chance. After a minute, they separated and I stepped up to the wife and whispered, “Tell you’re husband you need to go to the bathroom and then wait for me in there naked.”
The woman glanced askance at me and, with a surprised look on her face, said, “Eric, I’m going to use the restroom.”
“Hmm, okay, Beth,” her husband answered, reading the specs of the Passat hanging on a window, and Beth started walking towards the showroom and the restroom within. Her fine ass swayed beneath the loose fabric of her red dress as she strutted across the car-lot. I waited until Allison walked up and started flirting with the husband, and then I followed Beth to the restroom.
The showroom was deserted and I slipped into the woman’s restroom without being seen. Inside, Beth waited. She was naked and shyly held one hand over her pussy, blonde hair peeking out through her fingers,while the other arm vainly tried to cover her large, round breasts. A red flush was creeping across her face and stomach as I filmed her. The door had a deadbolt and she jumped when it clicked as I locked the door.
“Wh-what do you want w-with me,” she stammered in fear.
“Don’t be afraid,” I told her and she immediately calm down. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to enjoy it. So don’t be shy.”
Beth’s arms dropped away and she straightened, a sultry smile appeared on her face. Her nipples hardened, dark pink, with large aerolas. Her pussy was covered with a fine down of blonde hair. I sat the camcorder on the counter, aimed it where I hoped it was catching the action, walked over to her and pushed her back against the tiled wall, fishing my cock out of my pants. She was breathing heavily, licking her lips in anticipation. I rubbed my cock on her wet pussy lips and then shoved all the way into her.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, “that’s good!” Her arms wrapped around mine and one leg curled around my waist. I grabbed it, holding her leg up and allowing me to get deeper into her wet cunt. I started to fuck her fast. Allison wouldn’t be able to distract her husband for long and then he would be wondering what happened to his wife.
“God, you feel good,” I moaned, kissing her neck as her cunt gripped my cock with a silken embrace.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she gasped. “Oh fuck, your stretching me so good! Harder! Harder!” The bathroom echoed with our gasps and moans and the slap of flesh on flesh and that wet, squishing sound of cock sliding through dripping cunt. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” she moaned over and over. Her cunt constricted on my dick as she came, bucking in my arms. I kept fucking her hard.
There was a knock at the door, we both froze. “Beth, you in there?”
Fuck it was her husband. I slowed my fucking down and Beth moaned, “Yeah, I’m not feeling well. I’ll be out soon!”
“Do you want me to come in?” he asked.
“N-no,” she gasped, her cunt tightening about my cock and she squirmed in my arm. I bent and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. “You can’t come in, it’s the ladies room.”
“Okay, I’ll be right out here, Beth.”
“O-okay!”
God, it was exciting fucking a man’s wife right under his nose. I fucked her with slow, barely pulling out before shoving back in. Beth moaned softly, her cunt squeezing my cock. Apparently, she found it exciting as well. She clenched her lips, trying not to cry out. “You gonna cum on my cock again,” I whispered into her ear, “with your husband right outside?”
“Yes,” she whispered huskily. “Fuck me with that big cock.”
I sucked on her tit, leaving small bite marks. She was panting in pleasure and bucked in my arms as a second orgasm rolled through her. Her cunt was squeezing so hard on my dick and it felt so amazing, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. My own cum was nearing, building in my balls. I kissed her mouth, tasting her tongue and fucked her hard; one, two, three more times and then erupted inside her.
I slumped against her for a moment, the pulled my dick out of her cunt and stumbled back. “Get dressed,” I told her, quietly. “Don’t clean out your pussy till tonight. Walk around all day feeling my cum inside you and remembering how great the fuck was. Don’t ever tell your husband or anyone else about this. And don’t feel guilty. Just think of me when your husband’s little dick’s inside you.”
She nodded, grabbing her beige panties and pulling them on. She walked over to me and kissed me. “Thanks,” she whispered. “I haven’t cum that hard in years.” She found her clothes and got dressed.
I slipped into a stall as Beth unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom and I heard her husband ask, “You okay, Beth? You were in there a while.”
“Oh, I, um, I wasn’t feeling well,” Beth answered.
“I can see that,” her husband said. “You look a little disheveled. Do you want to go. We can look for a new car another time.”
The voices were walking away now. “No, I’m feeling a lot better, now.”
I planned on waiting another minute before exiting when Allison burst in, smiling. “Did you fuck her good, Master?” she asked, excitedly.
“I did,” I said. “What happened to distracting him?”
“Sorry, master,” Allison said, downcast. “I flirted and giggled and stuck out my chest but he wasn’t interested.”
“Maybe he’s gay,” I mused. “His wife hadn’t been fucked well in a while.”
Allison nodded and then saw my sticky cock. She knew what to do and dropped to her knees, sucking my pussy covered dick into her mouth and sucking happily. I closed my eyes, enjoying my slut’s hot, little mouth and hard tongue stud sliding around my cock. The door opened and a woman gasped. “Shit, get in here!” I quickly ordered.
The woman, one of the sales staff, quickly entered the bathroom. She stared wide-eye as Allison didn’t even stop her blowjob. “Christ,” the woman, Iris her nametag read, cursed, mortified. “You can’t be doing that in here. Stop that!” She was an attractive woman, early thirties, fit and toned. Her black hair was long and tied loosely back with a red ribbon. She wore a soft blue, business skirt and blouse, and black-rimmed glasses perched on her small nose.
I smiled down at Allison. “You’ve been a good slut today,” I told her. “I think you need a reward. Take off your clothes, lie down and spread your legs.” Allison peeled out of her t-shirt and dropped her skirt in seconds and was on her back, legs spread to show her pussy streaked with drying cum from the man she fucked at the mall and her juices. Iris was speechless, gaping at Allison’s pussy. “Iris, lock the door then get down there and make that slut cum on your tongue.”
Hands trembling, Iris locked the door then knelt down on the floor and move slowly towards Allison’s pussy. Allison writhed in anticipation as Iris breathed heavily, inches from her pussy, before she closed her eyes and let her tongue gingerly lick up the girls messy cunt. Allison sighed, hips jerking as Iris’s tongue grazed her clit. I grabbed my camcorder and handed it to Allison. The woman was licking slowly up and down her slit, her nerves relaxing and she started to get more aggressive, slipping a finger into Allison’s cunt.
“I’m going to fuck you, Iris,” I said as I knelt behind her. I rolled up her tight skirt, exposing well toned legs and tan pantyhose over white panties. I ripped her pantyhose and then shoved her panties to the side exposing a shaved pussy with large, plump pussy lips and a hard clit protruding out an inch. Iris moaned into Allison’s cunt as I rubbed my cock against her clit then I shoved it into her pussy.
It did not get old, no matter how many pussy’s I fucked, they all felt warm and wet and wonderful on my cock. I fucked her hard and deep, gripping her hips and pushing her face into Allison’s cunt. Allison moaned, pointing the camcorder down the length of her body. Her pierced tits jiggled every time my fucking shoved Iris face into her cunt.
Allison was panting louder. “Oh, Master, thank you,” she moaned. “Her tongue feels so great!” Her tits heaved, perky with youth, and tipped with pink nipples pierced with silver barbells. “Uhhmm, I’m going to cum! Oh, fuck, keep sucking my clit, keep doing just that. Ohhh, craaap!” Allison writhed on the floor then collapsed and breathed deeply. “Fuck that was amazing!”
“When a slut cums, she thanks the person responsible,” I said sternly.
“Oh, thank you, Iris,” she said, breathless. “Your tongue and fingers felt so good on my slutty pussy. Thank you for making this slut cum!”
I pulled out of Iris, ready to cum myself, and jerked off over Allison, spraying cum all over her face and tits and stomach. Ropey, white cum covered Allison and she smiled happily. Without thinking, she started to gather up the cum with a finger. “No,” I ordered. “Wear my cum. Let everyone see what a slut you are. You can get dressed.”
“Oh, thank you, Master,” she gushed as she dressed. “I’m such a slut.” Her shirt smeared the cum across her face as she pulled her shirt over her head, and the cum on her chest was soaking through the shirt. She pulled up her skirt and, looking a complete mess, followed me out of the bathroom, leaving Iris panting on the floor as she masturbated. She must have been close to cumming when I pulled out of her cunt.
We found Mary returning to the lot from a test drive with Frank the salesman in a sporty looking red convertible. I thought it was a little boxy for a sports car, lacking the smooth lines and exciting curves I preferred in a sports car. She hugged me and then glanced at Allison, smeared in my cum, and raised on eyebrow.
“So, this car?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” Mary answered. “Its an Eos. Its so cute, don’t you think.”
I didn’t see it, so I lied. “Yes it is.”
Frank looked askance at Allison, not sure what to say about the cum drenched teenage. “Slut,” Mary barked, “go wait in the Mustang!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison said, and walked away.
“Don’t worry about her,” Mary told the salesman. “She’s very promiscuous. If you turn your back on her you’ll find her fucking some guy.”
“Well, lets get the paperwork filled out,” I told the salesman.
“Y-yeah, of course,” Frank stammered. Frank led us into the sales floor to his desk. The car, with fees and taxes, came to around $38,000 dollars. I offered him a dollar as the down payment and the rest of the money within the week. Frank agreed, and we skipped all the need for a credit check. Not surprising, the finance officer, Boris, a skinny Russian with a scar running down the side of his face, had problems with that. But after talking with me, he signed off on the deal eagerly.
After Mary and I signed what seemed like a hundred documents, we were handed the keys to Mary’s new Eon. I made sure Allison could drive a manual, then told her to follow us in my Mustang. I had an idea where we could stay for a short time that wasn’t my shitty apartment, and gave Mary instructions that would take us through downtown Puyallup, east on Pioneer, then south on Shaw Road.
As Mary drove, I could feel the engagement ring in my pants pocket and I wondered how and where I would propose to her. I wanted it to be special and romantic. “Mary,” I asked her as she droves us through Puyallup. “Is there anything around the Puget Sound that you’ve always wanted to do?” I hoped I sounded subtle and not to obvious.
Mary bit her lip as she thought. It was one of the many cute things she did. “I would like to see the orcas.”
I frowned. “Orcas? Aren’t those out in the ocean?”
She laughed. “There are a couple pods that live in the Sound,” she said, incredulous that her boyfriend could so dumb.
“Okay,” I answered. “So, you go to a pier or something.”
“No, there are boats that take tours out in the Sound,” she said. “Daisy, my friend, went on one with her boyfriend. She said it was very romantic. And that the orcas were just beautiful.” Romantic, huh. I wasn’t sure what was so romantic about watching big fish in the ocean but Mary sure seemed excited.
“How about you?” she asked.
I thought for a minute. “The space needle,” I finally said. “I’ve lived my whole life living an hours drive from it and I’ve never been up there.”
“Uuhh,” she gushed, “its very beautiful and romantic up there. And there’s this restaurant built up there. And it slowly rotates so you can see all across Seattle, and the Sound. Its so gorgeous.”
“Then you’ll have to show me how beautiful it is.” Mary nodded her head. “I’d love to, Mark.”
My directions led us back up South Hill to where million dollar houses were built on the edge of the hill, overlooking the Puyallup River valley with a stunning view of Mount Rainier.
As we drove through the neighborhood I told Mary to choose the house she liked. Mary looked around and choose a blue-gray, three story house, with white trim. Large windows faced the street and the yard was well manicured, with shrubs and decorative rocks. Mount Rainier loomed behind the house, snow-capped peak as majestic as always. I always had to pause and admire the beauty of Mount Rainier.
Mary pulled the Eos into the driveway and Allison parked the Mustang on the street. We got out of the car and walked up to the beautiful, front doors, white painted wood set with beautiful windows. I rang the doorbell. A short, fat, balding man answered the door. He was in his fifties, what little hair remaining was gray, and he wore an expensive looking, dark blue suit, and a loose, red silk tie hung around his neck.
“Can I help you?” he asked, peering at us suspiciously.
“I’m Mark, and this is my girlfriend, Mary, and our slut, Allison.”
The man frowned at that. “Get off my property or I’ll call the police,” the man said, starting to slam the door.
I caught the door with one hand. “That’s rude. Invite us in.”
“Sorry,” the man muttered, “please, come in. I’m Brandon Fitzsimmons.”
We entered his house and it was richly furnished. He led us into a comfortable living room. There was a plush, cream colored couch and matching easy chair. A 56” flat-screen hung on the wall over an impressive entertainment center. Fancy looking art hung on the wall, a mix of modern art and classics. Mary looked appreciatively at the art and cooed over a painting that looked like someone just splashed various color paints on canvas. I didn’t get modern art.
“Is there anyone else living here?” I asked Brandon.
“Just my wife, Desiree,” he answered.
I was about to ask if she was home, when a lovely woman’s voice asked with a Spanish lilt to her voice, “Who’s at the door, mi querido?”
A gorgeous Latina woman, late twenties, in a white, wrap-around dress with a plunging neckline that showed off a large and generous cleavage. She wore no bra and her full tits bounced and jiggled in her dress as she walked down the stairs. She was voluptuous and curvy, her ass swaying beautiful beneath her dress. Her skin was a beautiful, nut brown, and her brunette hair was long and curly. She joined her ugly, toad of a husband, wrapping an arm about him. The man was so short, her tits were at his eye level. Clearly, she was a trophy wife and probably a gold digger.
“Hello,” she greeted us pleasantly. “I’m Desiree.”
“I’m Mark and this is Mary,” I told her. “And that’s Allison. She’s our slut.”
“I see,” Desiree said, delicately, and gave her husband a confused look.
“What do you think?” I asked Mary as I eyed Desiree.
“Do you cook?” Mary asked the woman, a considering look on her face. Mary knew exactly what I wanted from Desiree.
“I do,” she said. “I love to cock.”
I looked at Brandon. “Is she actually a good cook?”
“She’s the best. Its one of the reason’s I married her.” As he said that, his hand squeezed his wife’s ass and she giggled and slapped him away. “Stop that,” Desiree purred, wickedly. “What’ll our guest think.”
“That I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” Brandon answered, placing his hand back on his wife’s shapely rear. Brandon sensed I was a hungry predator eying his wife and was marking his claim.
“This’ll work just fine,” Mary said.
“What will?” Brandon frowned at us.
“Brandon, we’re going to borrow your house, and your wife, for a while,” I told him.
His frowned deepened. “What do you mean by borrow my wife?”
“Just stand there, quietly, and watch,” I said with a smile. “Desiree, get down on your knees and suck my cock.” Desiree dropped to her knees, her hands fished out my cock and then her warm mouth was around it. The feel of her lips and tongue sent electricity surging up my cock. “Mmmhh, you’re wife’s got a hot, little mouth.”
I watched Mary walk over to Allison and smack her ass. “Sluts go naked in the house,” she ordered.
“Sorry, Mistress,” Allison apologized and quickly pulled off her cum stained top and slipped out of her jean shirts. Her teenage body was covered in streaks of my dried cum.
“Undress me,” Mary ordered. Allison eagerly pulled off her white blouse, unhooked the lacy, gray bra then unzipped the tight skirt. Finally, Allison knelt down and pulled off her Mistress’s wispy, gray panties. Mary’s pussy was right in Allison’s face, and the little slut couldn’t resist swiping her tongue through Mary’s wet slit. “Umm, good slut,” Mary murmured, the she grabbed Allison’s arm and pulled her to her feet and led her over to the couch. Mary sat down and pulled Allison down next to her and started to kiss Allison pink lips and pulling on her nipple piercings.
“Desiree, I’m you Master, now,” I told her. “And Mary’s your Mistress. You will do whatever filthy or depraved acts Mary or I tell you.” She nodded around my cock. “Good. Allison’s our number one slut. She’s in charge when Mary and I aren’t around.” Mary’s legs were spread open, her pussy wet and flushed and begging for attention. “Desiree, go eat your Mistress’s cunt.”
Desiree stop sucking my cock and crawled across the floor, her shapely ass rolling as she crawled. Mary smiled down at Desiree and Allison sucked one of Mary’s nipples into her mouth. Mary groaned as Desiree pressed her mouth into her cunt. Mary grabbed her thick hair and rubbed the Latina slut’s face in pussy. I dropped behind Desiree, pulling her skirt up and exposing a black thong. I ripped it off her pussy, exposing a shaved cunt and large labia, pink and wet.
“You’re wife’s wet,” I told Brandon. He looked queasy as I slowly slid my cock inside her while Desiree moaned into Mary’s cunt. “She’s nice and tight, too.”
I started to fuck Desiree’s pussy hard, enjoying her cunt’s velvety grip and the sight of Desiree eating out Mary while Allison sucked on her freckled tits. Mary’s hand slipped between Allison’s thighs and started fingering her clit. Desiree’s plump ass jiggled as I fucked her. And then she started wiggling on my cock. I slipped a hand around her waist and fund her hard clit and started rubbing. Her cunt contracted about my cock and she howled wordless into Mary’s cunt.
“God, you’re wife’s a dirty whore!” I shouted at Brandon. “She just came on my dick. Tell your husband how much you loved it.”
“Ohh, I fucking loved it!” Desiree panted, mouth stained with cunt juices. “His cock feels soo good in my pussy and I came so hard!”
“You’re wife’s going to be well looked after,” I told her husband. “So, go upstairs, pack your suitcases. Whatever you’ll need for a few weeks and go check into a cheap motel. Not local, something closer to your work. You’ll live there until Desiree calls you and tells you to come home. Do not make any attempt to contact your wife. Do not call the police, or tell anyone about what’s going on. Now, go!” Brandon raced out of the room, pounding up the stairs.
Mary was cumming on Desiree’s tongue as I went back to fucking her. Mary bucked so hard Allison had to stop sucking on her titties. Desiree started to pull her head up but Mary grabbed her hair and shoved her back in. “I didn’t say to stop, slut.” I slapped Desiree’s ass hard, leaving a red handprint, and she moaned an apology around Mary’s pussy.
Allison shuddered next to Mary, cumming on her fingers. “Oh, thank you, Mistress,” she panted. “Thank you for making me cum.” Mary held up her fingers and Allison obediently licked her cream off slender fingers.
I gripped Desiree’s hips and really started to pound her cunt. I was getting close to cumming as Desiree’s writhed before me, eating feverishly at Mary’s pussy. Her cunt started to ripple about my cock as she came a second time. My ball tightened and with a groan, I shot deep inside her cunt. I fucked her a few more times, spurting more cum inside her. Wearily, I pulled out of her and sank on the couch next to Mary.
Allison wasted no time in getting behind Desiree and sucking my cum out of her pussy. Mary kissed me hard, her nimble tongue probing my mouth. She broke the kiss panting loud as her next orgasm neared and I bent down and sucked one of her hard little nipples into my mouth. “Oh, that’s nice,” Mary whispered. “Ohh, fuck, Desiree’s a good cunt lapper!” she moaned and came with a hard shudder. Breathing heavily, Mary shoved Desiree off her cunt. “You can stop, slut!”
I reclined back into the couch. Fuck, I was tired. I had been up over a day and my sleep deprivation came crashing down on me. I closed my eyes and felt Mary cuddle up next to me. There was crashing down the stairs as Brandon raced down them, dragging his, and heading through a door out into the garage. He didn’t say a word. The garage door opened and sleep …
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I woke up, confused where I was. Then I remembered, I was in the Fitzsimmons house. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and saw Mary sitting next to me. It was dark in the living room, the sun had set while I was sleeping and the living room danced with the shifting light from the Television.
“Have a nice nap,” Mary asked.
I nodded and sat up. Mary had showered and smelled of coconut, her red hair falling wet and loosely about her shoulders. She wore a pink, silk robe that hung open, exposing her nude body. Allison knelt before her, gently licking her slit. Moans came from the TV and I realized they were watching the footage I shot at Bestbuy. It was kinda weird, watching myself fucking some woman. I think her name was Erin. Her husband was just in frame, stroking his hard dick as his wife moaned on my cock.
“Having fun?” I asked.
“It’s pretty hot,” Mary said, sighing, and pushed Allison off her cunt. Then she snuggled up against me. “Dinner will be ready, soon, and then we’ll talk.”
Talk? Oh, fuck. I remembered that I promised I would tell her how I could make people do what I wanted. “You still want to know.” She nodded, and kissed my neck. “Okay, after dinner.” We cuddled and watched the orgy.
I started drifting off to sleep when Desiree announced, “Dinner’s ready.” She was standing at the living room entrance naked save for a white apron, her large tits spilling around the apron and dark, pink nipples peaked out as she breathed.
We stood up, Mary belting close her robe, which clung silkily to her body, molding to the curves of her hips and breasts. Desiree led us into a beautiful dining room with a table covered in a lace tablecloth. Two plates had been set at the corners and the only lights were from mauve candles set in silver candleholders. Desiree handed Allison a bottle of wine and she poured us both a glass while Desiree set plates of food on the table. Steaming on the plates was a savory roast, dripping in gravy with side of mashed potatoes. Bowls containing a mixed vegetable salad were set next to the plates, along with various bottles of dressing. Allison held a chair out for Mary and Desiree held my chair out. Once we were both seated, the sluts retired to the kitchen.
The food was excellent and Mary amused her self by feeding me bites of food from her fork, then licking the gravy off my chin. The roast was excellent, moist and delicious and the gravy rich, the mashed potatoes, obviously homemade, were thick and creamy. Desiree had selected a dark, red wine that complemented the roast. When we cleared our plates, Desiree and Allison returned, replacing our dinner plates with desert plates holding slices of chocolate cake and scoops of vanilla ice cream. The cake was heavenly, the texture spongy and moist. Desiree was as amazing a cook as her husband boasted. Maybe we would just keep her. She was wasted on her fat husband.
Finished, Desiree cleared the desert plates from the table, her heavy breasts swaying as she walked and my eyes lingered on her shapely ass as she disappeared back into the kitchen. Dinner was over, and it was finally time to tell Mary where my powers came from. I looked over to my left and saw her heart-shaped face starring expectantly at me. The pink, silk robe she wore had loosened during supper and I could see a dusky nipple perched on a small, freckled breast.
My hand was shaking and my stomach roiled. I breathed in deeply. I loved her and I could share my darkest secrets with her. “You still want to know how I can do the things I do?”
She nodded eagerly.
I sighed. “Well,” I started to say. This was harder than I thought. My stomach was twisted in painful knots. The longer I prolonged this, the worse it grew. Maybe, like ripping off a bandaid, I just needed to get this over quickly. “I made a deal with the Devil,” I blurted out.
Mary blinked. “What?” Confusion marred her face as she furrowed auburn eyebrows.
“Last night, at a crossroad, I made a deal with the Devil,” I replied. “In exchange for my soul, he gave me three wishes. A long, healthy life. Sexual stamina.” I paused. “And, people have to do what I tell them.” Her face contorted in surprise. “I love you. I don’t want to control you anymore. You no longer have to do what I tell you to do.”
There was silence, her face flushed in anger. “So, I wasn’t attracted to you. I didn’t even have a choice. You just told me to spread my legs and I had to do it! Fuck, Mark! Jesus Christ, what the fuck!”
“I’m sorry, Mare,” I whispered. “You were so beautiful and you were so happy to do what I told you to. I made sure you enjoyed it. How many times did you cum today?”
“That makes it better!” she demanded, tears starting to fall, running down her freckled cheeks. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You made me do such depraved acts. And what you made me do to my boyfriend, Mike.” Her body wracked with sobs.
This was going so badly. And she was right, I had made her love me then I made her dump her boyfriend over the phone while I fuck her ass. God, what type of asshole does that.
“I love you, Mare,” I confessed to her. “I think the moment I saw you in the coffee shop I fell in love with you. I was just so lonely, and you seemed so happy doing what I told you, it didn’t seem bad. But, as the day went on, I realized it was wrong of me to tell you what to do, so I’ve tried to not give you direct orders anymore. You tell a slut what to do, not the women you love. I’m so sorry for hurting you. I want you to truly be with me. Not because I made you, but because you love me.”
“And that’s the worst part, bastard!” Mary screamed. “You made me love you! It makes this hurt so much more!”
Relief washed over me for a moment. She still loved me. “Then what does the past matter. All that matters is that we love each other.”
“It’s not real love,” Mary retorted. “Just the poison you fed me!”
“Does it matter how you fell in love with me?” I asked. “Doesn’t it just matter how your heart feels?” I reached out to grab her hand, but she pulled away. “We can be happy together. I can give you whatever you want. I can give you the world on a silver platter!”
She hesitated, doubt conflicting her face. The she steeled herself. “I think it does matter that my love isn’t real.”
“How do you know its not real?” I asked. “How can you tell?”
“I…” she opened her mouth and hesitated. “I don’t know.” Fresh tears overwhelmed her and she sobbed into her hands. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m going to go upstairs and wait,” I told her. “If your love for me out weighs your anger then come upstairs. If not, I love you and I won’t stop you from going. You can take the car, your clothes, anything you want. I promise, I want ever come looking for you. Just, please, think about it. Please?
Mary sat still for a moment and then gave me the merest nod of her head.
Relief washed over me. There was still a chance. “I love you Mary.”
Mary did not answer, just started crying into her hands again. So, I stood from the table and left the dining room, entering the kitchen where Allison and Desiree were cleaning the dishes. Allison looked at me, a supporting smile on her face. “It’ll be okay, Master,” she whispered, hugging me. “Mistress loves you.”
Allison hopeful words made me feel a little better. “Sluts, when you’re finished with the cleaning, retire to the guest bedroom and do not leave until the morning unless you need to use the bathroom.”
“Yes Master,” the both replied in near unison. Then, discontentedly, I headed upstairs to the master bedroom and sank to the floor, leaning back against the bed. And waited.
My heart was beating hard, and seemed stuck up in my throat. I clenched my hands tight. And waited. My ears strained for sounds from downstairs, but all I could here was clatter from the kitchen. Fear and doubt and terror and hope all swirled through my head. God, she was so hurt by the truth. I was such an idiot to release my control on her.
I sighed. No, letting her be free was the only way to truly have her. It would never be a real relationship is she was my slave. But, she still loves me. I just need to hope that her love will win out against her anger. I would pray to God, but I don’ think he would answer me. It was getting harder and harder to breath as the tension squeezed my heart. Minutes ticked by a long as hours. The longer I waited, the worst the conflict between hope and despair grew. Over and over, two phrases began to repeat on a loop in my head, drowning out all other thoughts
Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave.
Again and again, like a needle skipping on a broken record, my mind echoed with those two thoughts. Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave. Hope and despair, love and grief, warred for my soul. My heart pounded. I thought it was going to explode in my chest.
Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave.
The front door opened. A car engine started. Despair slew hope, and love was drowned by grief.
Mary was going to leave.
I sobbed into my hands.
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The Devil’s Pact Chapter 1: The Baristas

The Devil’s Pact
Chapter One: The Barista
“That’s it?” I asked, my thumb still throbbing from the pen prick.
“That’s it,” the Devil answered jovially, putting the contract into his satchel. “Well, I’ll be going. Unless you have any more questions, Mark?”
There was an awkward pause, as I tried to think, but I was still too amazed that it worked. After 27 years of life, I was still a virgin. I wasn’t ugly, just average looking guy with glasses and a little overweight. I was just painfully shy around women. I guess it was a mix of a lack of confidence, nervousness around strangers, and a fear of rejection that led to my situation. Probably more fear of rejection than anything else. It was desperation that brought me out to this lonely crossroad at midnight in the forested foot hills of the Cascade Mountains.
I had read that if you buried a box containing certain items at a crossroad at midnight, you could summon the Devil. In exchange for your soul, the Devil would grant you three wishes. Feeling ridiculous, I gathered the items: a photograph of myself, dirt from a graveyard, bone of a black cat, and a yarrow flower. I found a crossroad formed by two gravel back roads and buried the box.
And I waited, feeling like a complete moron. And waited. And waited. Eternity seemed past, my stomach twisted into knots. I was just about to leave when the Devil appeared, stepping out of the shadows. I was stunned, my thoughts scattered at his appearance. The Devil greeted me with a friendly smile. He was a handsome man, dark hair, dressed in an expensive black suit. The only thing unusual about him was his scarlet eyes.
“Hello, Mark Glassner. What can I do for you, tonight?” the Devil asked, pleasantly.
“I…uh…” I stammered painfully, surprise tangling my tongue. He waited patiently as I gathered my thoughts. “I want to make some wishes.”
“Of course, of course,” he said. “What would you like.”
I swallowed. My voice cracked as I told him my wishes. “A long, healthy life.”
The Devil nodded. “That’s good one. The second?”
“Sexual stamina,” I said, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “I want to be able to…uh…perform as many times as I want.”
The Devil nodded. There was understanding in his eyes. Not judgement. Feeling more confident, I told him my third wish. “I want people to do whatever I tell them to do in a friendly and helpful manner.”
The Devil grinned, a predatory, hungry smile. With a flash of scarlet light and yellow smoke, a contract appeared in his hand. The smoke smell acrid and foul, like rotten eggs. “Look it over,” he said as he handed me the contract.
I did. The contract seemed straightforward. Three wishes for my soul. Seemed cheap. What was my soul really worth? What had I done with my life. Nothing. Just a cheap, one bedroom apartment, a shitty car, and a terrible job trying to sell vacuum cleaners to stuck up rich bitches. I nodded and with a flourish, the Devil produced an old fashioned, black fountain pen. He pricked my thumb with the pen and I signed the contract in my own blood. Then the Devil signed in his.
“Well, I’ll be going. Unless you have any more questions, Mark?”
The Devil took my silence as a no. With a friendly smile, he vanished back into the shadows. And it hit me, what I just done. I stumbled under the weight of my actions, bumping back into my beat-up old Ford Taurus. My legs felt weak, wobbly like a newborn animal. I set heavily on my car trunk, shocks squeaking as the car rocked, and I starred up at the stars wheel across the night sky.
I thought about what I would do with my powers. Fantasies flashed through my mind. Getting even with people, living a life of luxury. Getting laid. Definitely, getting laid. I made plans, playing out scenarios over and over in my mind. Before I knew it, the sun was rising.
As the sun rose, blushing the horizon in pink, I felt different. It was as if while I watch the stars I was taken apart and stitched back together. Remade. Reborn. Better than I had been. No longer that virgin loser. I had a whole new life ahead of me. I was someone, now. Smiling, I slid into my car, started the engine, and peeled out down the gravel road to find this new life.
I drove back into civilization, passing shopping centers on the Spanaway border. I was a mix of excitement and exhaustion. I felt like I could sleep the day away, but I was far too excited to sleep. Seeing one of the many Starbucks that seemed to be on every street corner in Washington, I realized I could kill two birds with one stone. Get some desperately needed caffeine and test out my powers. I pulled into the parking lot and walked inside.
I was nervous as I entered. Doubt wracked my mind. All the confidence and certainty I felt watching the sun rise had evaporated. This wasn’t going to work. Last night was a dream. A hallucination. Some horribly elaborate prank at my expense. Possibly with hidden cameras and some Ryan Seacrest look-a-like about to ambush me and broadcast my humiliation to the world as part of some terrible reality TV show.
The Starbucks was crowded with people heading off to work. Three baristas worked the shop. A nerdy looking guy and two, attractive women, all dressed in the baggy polo shirts, black tucked into black pants, and black hats. All wore the green aprons with the Starbuck’s mermaid embroidered in white. One of the barista’s, who’s name tag read “Cynthia”, was a tall women, mid twenties, with black hair cut short in a vaguely punkish style. Her nose was pieced and a second piercing was in her right eyebrow. Her dark eyes, hair cut, and piercings gave her face a certain predatory wildness. The second female barista, Mary according to her name tag, was a little short than Cynthia. She had long, auburn hair pulled back into pony tail, and her heart-shaped face was dotted with freckles. She was maybe nineteen or twenty and had the most beautiful smile, complete with cute dimples.
I got in line behind a cute twenty-year old. Curly, brunette hair fell about her purple hoodie covered shoulders. My eyes traveled down her back to stare at perky ass covered by a jean skirt. Long, tan legs, well-toned, peaked out the frayed edges of the skirt. Staring at the bubbly ass, I wanted to reach out and squeeze it. My was cock hardening.
Gathering my courage my courage, I croaked out, “Hi.”
The brunette turned, eyes me up and politely smiled, before turning back.
I can do this, I told myself. You’re a new man. Reborn. I cleared my throat. “Hi, I’m Mark. What’s your name?”
This time the brunette’s smile was far friendlier. “Vivian Anders,” she said. Her voice had a smokey, sultry quality about it.
This was going to work. “What color are your panties?”
Vivian blinked, clearly taken-aback. “White, with pink polka dots.” Her tan face flushed. “Why did I say that,” she whispered, mortified.
“It’s all right,” I told her. I grinned. It worked. “You want to please me, don’t you. Nothing makes you happier than to please me.”
She nodded, embarrassment fading, smile growing. “What else can I do for you, Mark?”
“Can I have everyone’s attention!” I yelled. The entire shop full of people turned to face me. “The coffee-shop is closed now. Everyone except the staff and Vivian, here, need to leave. Staff, lock up the store and close the blinds.”
There was some grumbling, and a few clearly seemed confused as they walked out the shop, wondering why they were listening to some random guy. The staff seemed even more confused as they started to lock up and close the store blinds. “Who are you?” asked the male barista, who’s name tag read “Ethan.”
“Mark,” I answered. “And we’re going to have a party.” Cynthia gave me a wicked smile, Mary a nervous smile. Vivian bounced on her heels in excitement, clearly eager to please me.
Once the store was locked up, I gathered everyone together. I handed my smart phone to Ethan. “You’re going to film this,” I told. “You’re not going to speak, make noise, get in the way. You’re just going to film. You’re not going to get excited or aroused. Okay.”
Ethan nodded, brows furrowed in confusion. But he took the phone, and he didn’t say a word. I turned to the ladies and smiled at them. “Vivian, Mary, and Cynthia, from now one, nothing in the world makes you happier than to please me.”
“What would please you, Mark?” Cynthia purred, licking her lips. She was definitely a wild girl.
“How about you lovely ladies take off your clothes,” I answered. “Let me see those hot bodies of yours.
Cynthia gave a wicked laugh, untied her apron, and quickly pulled her black top off, exposing pale breasts cupped in a black bra. There was a tattoo of a pouncing tiger that ran from below her left breast, down across her stomach, and disappearing into her pants. Flushing a beautiful crimson, Mary pulled her black polo over her head, small breasts covered by a plain, white bra. Vivian’s hoodie and shirt were already on the floor and she was reaching back to unhook her white bra, her large tits straining against the material, waiting to be set free. My was cock painfully hard in my pants. This was happening. I was about to lose my virginity to three hot girls I just met.
Mary was kicking off her shoes and sliding down her pants. Like her bra, her panties were a plain white. I glanced at Cynthia and saw my first pair of live tits. They were perky and firm, a nice handful. Maybe a B-cup. Her nipples were hard and her areolas were the size of quarters. With the bra off, I cold see the tiger’s tail wrap around the bottom of her breast, up the left side and ending just above her aerola. She unbuttoned her tight pants and with a sexy shake, shimmed them off her hips. Underneath was a black, skimpy thong. I could see her tiger tattoo continued across her waist and around onto her right asscheek. Then she pulled her thong off and twirled it on her fingers, and tossed it to me. Cynthia placed her hands on her hips and gave me a challenging, lust filled stare.
Her pussy was beautiful. Fully shaved. Red lips slight spread, hinting at the warm, wet depths. A small voice whispered at the back of my mind, telling me this was wrong. I ignored it. I was a new man. I didn’t need guilt anymore. My cock ached, wanting to plunge into her juicy depths.
Vivian’s tits were free, now, as tan the rest of her fine body, save two triangular patches covering her dark nipples. Her breasts were large and full, definitely C cups. Her panties were indeed white and covered in pink polka dots. Vivian stepped out her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed, brunette bush and the tan lines left by bikini bottoms. Mary was fumbling with her bra clasped, face almost as red as her hair. Clasp finally undone, she shyly slid the straps off her shoulders and revealed small breasts spotted with freckles and pink, turgid nipples.
I smiled at her. “Very nice tits, Mary.”
She smiled. “Thanks.” Confidence ballooned in Mary. She stood up straighter, her perky breasts thrust out. Her fingers slid into her plain, white panties waistband and pulled them off. Her pussy was hidden by bright, auburn, and very curly pubic hair.
I pulled my shirt off and quickly dropped my shorts and underwear. Cynthia licked her lips hungrily as she stared at my cock, a vixen in heat. I stared at each of them. Cynthia the most confident and Mary the more reserved. All three were gorgeous. All there were going to be mine.
“All three of you are so beautiful,” I told them. Mary giggled and somehow Cynthia’s grin grew more wicked. “Turn around for me. Let me see those asses.” Three beautiful asses faced me. Vivian’s tanned and toned, Cynthia’s slim and tattooed, and Mary’s fuller, rounder ass faced me. “Bend over, ladies.” The bent over. Cynthia’s shaved lips glistened with her juices and gold ring pierced the middle of her labia. Vivian’s brunette pubes were matted with juices and lips parted and juicy depths exposed. Mary’s auburn pussy hair was thinner around her pussy, her lips tight, clitoris peaking out pink and hard. All three were so beautiful. They weren’t the perfect, airbrushed sluts you so in porno’s. But they were real, naked girls before me.
“Am I making you happy?” Vivian husked in her smoky voice, peering sultry at me over her shoulder, wiggling that tight ass.
“Are we?” Mary asked, a catch of fear in her voice. “Are we making you happy?”
I reached out and rubbed Mary’s ass, giving the plump flesh a nice squeeze. “All three of you are making me so happy.” Relief spread on Mary’s face, her beautiful smile deepening. She was my favorite, I realized as a squeezed that ass. “So happy.”
Not wanting to leave the other girls out, I caressed Vivian’s ass, fingers dipping towards her pussy. Then I moved over to Cynthia’s smooth ass, tracing the tiger tattoo across her asscheek. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you Cynthia?” I asked, grabbing her pussy ring and pulling gently at it.
She gasped. “So dirty,” Cynthia purred. “I’m a naughty, dirty girl.”
“I bet you’ve fucked another woman, before?”
She licked her lips. “I love to eat pussy almost as much as I love to suck cock!”
I grabbed Vivian’s arm and as I led her to a nearby chair, I asked Cynthia, “I bet you’ve always wanted to eat Mary’s tight pussy?”
Cynthia eyed Mary, who gave a nervous laugh and shrank away from her co-worker hungry gaze. “I’ve frigged my clit in the walk-in thinking about that sweet face between my thighs.”
I sat down at the chain, pushing Vivian down on her knees before me. Cynthia walked with a predator’s hunger towards Mary, who took an involuntary step back, glancing over at me. “This will make you happy, Mark?” Mary asked, voice tight with nerves.
“I want to watch that slut make you cum, Mary!” I groaned as Vivian’s hands stroked my cock slowly, with a firm, pleasing grip. I looked down to see Vivian’s tanned face staring up at, lips moist, eyes shining with lust. Her tongue flicked out, grazing the head of my cock, my cock twitched in pleasure. Her tongue left wet trails as she licked up my shaft, ending at my head, briefly sucking, teasing my cock before starting at the bottom again. Her fingers gently cupped by balls, rolling them between her fingers.
Mary was shaking as Cynthia stood before her. She was clearly scared at the idea of fucking a woman, but wanted so desperately to please me, to make me happy. Cynthia reached out, tracing black-painted fingernail across her right breast, drawing a line down to her nipple, rubbing and pinching it between fingers. Mary gasped and jumped, licking her lips.
“See, it’s not bad, baby,” Cynthia cooed. Her other hand grasped Mary by the hip and pulled close, groins pressed together, nipples rubbing on the other’s breasts. “I’ve wanted to fuck you so bad!” Cynthia hissed between kisses on Mary’s neck, working her way up to her ear. “Ever since I walked in on you changing. Red-head’s make me so wet. I had to jill off in the walk-in. Just stuck my hands in my pants and pinched my clit and came so hard!”
Vivian’s wet mouth fully engulfed my cock, sucking hard. Electricity raced through my body. It was so amazing. Masturbation paled in comparison with a hot chick sucking your cock. Her lips moved up and down, tongue swirling about the tip. Cynthia was grinding on Mary, kissing her way along Mary’s cheekbone to her lips. Aggressively she kissed Mary, shoving her tongue in her mouth, hands squeezing her ass, pulling their groins tight together. Mary’s arms wrapped around Cynthia, holding tightly to her as they frenched, both girls moaning into each other’s lips.
Cynthia pushed Mary back, until she sat down on the edge of a table. Mary was breathing hard, her whole body flushed crimson, eyes closed. Cynthia kissed and bit at her neck, moving down. Hands groped Mary’s breasts, squeezing and caressing. Fingers toyed with her hard nipples as Cynthia kissed lower and lower. She licked Mary’s left nipple and sucked on it, playing with the hard nub with her tongue. Cynthia’s right hand slid down Mary’s stomach and disappeared between her thighs. Mary gasped as Cynthia’s fingers played with her pussy, body shaking in pleasure.
Cynthia’s fingers came away glistening with Mary’s juices. She smeared the juices on Mary’s right nipple before sucking it with gusto, her hand returning to Mary’s pussy. Her finger’s hooked and Mary jumped as they penetrated her cunt. Mary was moaning shrilly, yelling each time Cynthia’s fingers pumped into her hot cunt. Cynthia pulled her sticky fingers out of Mary’s cunt, holding them before Mary’s lips. “You taste so good!” Cynthia moaned. “Taste yourself.”
Mary’s tongue flicked out hesitantly, gathering her dewy fluids off Cynthia’s fingers. “I do,” she whispered in amazement. She smiled and sucked Cynthia’s fingers into her mouth, savoring her pussy’s taste.
Vivian sucked hard on my cock, bobbing up and down. It was wet and warm and so wonderful. I stroked her silky hair and moaned. I watched Cynthia kneel on the floor before Mary, spreading her white legs apart and exposing her curly red pubes, matted with juices. Mary’s eyes shot open and her back arched as Cynthia nosily began to eat her cunt. Cynthia’s tongue was licking, tasting her pussy, caressing the lips and clit. Finger’s began fucking Mary who was shouting at the top of her lungs, “Its so good! Oh my god! It’s so good! Eat me! Oh god! I’m gonna cum! Oh god!”
Mary’s toes curled and her body went rigid, hands grasping Cynthia’s head, as she came with a loud yell. She was so beautiful. My cock exploded in Vivian’s mouth, several squirts of my cum filling her mouth. I breathed heavily and looked down at Vivian who smiled up at me, cum glistening on her lips.
She swallowed my spunk. “Was it good, Mark?” she asked. “Did I make you happy.” I nodded, too overwhelmed by my first blowjob to speak. She smiled and started to clean the remaining cum of my cock.
Mary had cum once, but Cynthia showed no signs of stopping. She had both arms wrapped around Mary’s thighs, her mouth shoved hard against her pussy, tongue-fucking the red-head. Mary was hissing a constant stream of, “Oh my god! Eat me! Oh god!” My cock was beginning to harden again as I watched Mary cum again and again, collapsing back on the table. Cynthia let her go, standing up, face smeared in pussy juices, her thighs stained with the fluids leaking from her own cunt.
“You made me happy, Mary. Did you like getting your cunt eaten?” I asked.
Breathless, she nodded. “I didn’t know a woman could make me cum so hard.”
“Didn’t you know?” I asked. “You’ve always loved women. You love their firm breasts, hard nipples, round asses, and juicy cunts. The only thing you love more than fucking a woman is fucking me.”
Mary eyed Cynthia’s body, realization dawning on her. “You’re so beautiful, Cynthia. How have I never seen how hot you are?”
“Why don’t you return the favor, Mary,” I told her. “Eat her pussy. Make her cum. Look how wet she is.”
“I’m so wet for you, baby,” Cynthia purred, fingers playing with her clit and rubbing her shaved pussy. “Come taste my honey.”
My cock was hard and ready to go again, and I looked down at Vivian who still gently licked at my cock while smiling up at me. “Sit on my dick, Vivian.”
“Oh hun, I though you’d never ask,” Vivian moaned in that sexy, smokey voice of hers. She rose up, ponderous breasts and hard nipples jiggled before my face as she straddled my hips. My hand grabbed one, feeling the firm orb while I buried my face in those titties, hard nipples rubbing on my cheeks. Her hand was on my cock, steering it towards the warmth of her cunt. I groaned as the wet lips of her pussy engulfed the head of my cock, slowly lowering down my shaft.
“Jesus!” I moaned. I was in a woman. It felt amazing. A warm, tight wetness encased me, the walls of her pussy soft and velvety. It was too much for me. I bit her nipple as I came inside her.
“Fuck yeah!” Vivian yelled, “Fill my hot cunt with your spunk. It’s so warm.” Her hips rose and fell, rotating about my still hard cock. It was so wet inside her. I grasped her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks and threw my head back in pleasure. I didn’t even get soft after cumming. Her warm cunt kept me hard.
I looked to my left and saw Cynthia sitting on a table edge, leg’s spread wide, fingers pulling at her nipples. Mary was knelt before her, face inches from Cynthia’s wet cunt. Mary’s ass faced me and I could just see a hint of red, furred pussy peaking out at me. Vivian was hugging me tightly now, fucking me hard and hissing in my air how great my cock felt inside her, how happy she was to fuck me.
“Start by licking up my slit,” Cynthia instructed Mary. “Give me clit a little flick and start over.” Mary’s head moved in and Cynthia groaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in pleasure. “How do I taste, baby?”
Mary giggled. “Sweet and tarty,” she answered before diving back in.
“Uhh,” Cynthia moaned, “That’s because I’m such a dirty tart. Dig into my pussy with your tongue know, dig in deep. Oh, yeah! Just like that!”
Vivian started doing a twist with her hips, fucking my hard and slow now. “Oh, god that’s great, slut!” I hissed into her ear.
She leaned away from me, arms grasping my shoulders, face contorting in pleasure. “Do you like it! Do you like my dirty cunt on your cock?”
“I do!” I moaned. “I love it!” Smiling, Vivian bent down and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue playing with mine. I was in heaven.
My fingers dipped into Vivian’s ass crack, teasing her puckered asshole. She moaned into my mouth, her brunette hair spilling across our faces. I stuck my finer into her asshole and she gasped and stopped fucking me in surprise. “Don’t stop!” I hissed and sucked a big nipple into my mouth. She started fucking me again. Shallow strokes that kept me deep in her pussy.
“Don’t be afraid to use your fingers,” Cynthia was telling Mary. “Uuhhh, yeah.” Cynthia gasped. “I like when you pinch my clit!”
A low moan was coming from Vivian, now. Her hips quickened their paces. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Oh god, you’re big cock’s making me cum!” Her pussy tightened on me as her body bucked in my arms. It felt so good. I was so close. I moaned through clenched teeth as I shot a second load into Vivian’s warm depths. She collapsed on me and gently kissed me. We enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms and watched Mary’s lesbian instruction.
“Your tongue is so limber,” Cynthia moaned, Mary’s head was shaking from side to side, lips plastered to Cynthia’s cunt. “Stick some fingers in, baby!”
Mary started to lick at Cynthia’s clit as she slid two fingers slowly inside her. Cynthia panted, rotating her hips as Mary finger-fucked her. “So god-damned good!” Cynthia hissed. “Curl your fingers up. Yeah, right there! Keep rubbing right there, bitch! That’s my g-spot!” Cynthia’s backed arched in pleasure, breasts heaving and one hand grabbed Mary’s auburn braid, pulling Mary harder against her clit. “Oh, god! I’m gonna cum! Fuuuck!” Her body went rigid, then shook twice, and she collapsed back on the table. “God damn, this girl learns fast. She’s a grade A muff diver.”
Mary grinned at me, face smeared in pussy. Behind her, Cynthia’s legs were still spread open, her pussy gaping and fluids drenched her thighs. “Did you like it?” I asked Mary.
She nodded. “I loved it!” Her tongue licked red lips, scooping Cynthia’s cunt juices up.
I beckoned to her. She rose, small breasts jiggling slightly, and sauntered over to Vivian and I. “Give me a kiss.” Smiling, she bent down and kissed me gently and I tasted the tart flavor of Cynthia’s pussy juices. “Let Vivian taste, too.” Mary turned and the two ladies kissed before me, tongues playing with each other. I stuck my hand between Mary’s thighs and shoved two fingers into her cunt. She moaned into Vivian. I pulled my sticky fingers to my lips and tasted her juices. They were sweeter than Cynthia, with a hint of spiciness. I held my fingers up to the ladies who broke their kiss and licked the rest of the juices off my fingers.
At the table, Cynthia had recovered, sitting up sightly and staring at me with a predatory hunger, one hand lazily playing with her clit. My cock started to harden in Vivian’s pussy. Vivian moved her hips, pussy stroking my hardening cock. “You ready to go again, honey,” her smokey voice asked.
“I am,” I told her. “But the other ladies need my attention, too.” Vivian pouted and squeezed her pussy on my now fully rigid cock. Mary looked at me with a hopeful expression and Cynthia’s eyes smouldered with desire. “Mary, why don’t you put your new found, grade A muff diving experience to good use. Vivian has a cunt full of my cum that needs to be cleaned out.”
Sighing, Vivian rose off me, my cock popping out of her cunt, messy with out combined fluid. Mary guided her to a nearby table and knelt before her. My white semen was running out of her cunt, pooling on the table. Mary’s tongue slid across her inner thigh, cleaning up the semen and pussy juices before her fingers spread open Vivian’s pussy and her tongue dived in.
I walked over to Cynthia who rubbed her pussy invitingly. I grabbed her arm and pulled her hard to her feet and shoved her against a decorative pillar. Her tattooed ass faced me and she grinned wickedly at me over her shoulder, wiggling her ass invitingly. A squeezed a cheek and then slapped her ass.
“I’ve been so naughty!” moaned Cynthia. “I need to be punished!”
I smacked her ass again. “What bad things have you done!”
“Ohh,” Cynthia groaned as I spanked her a third time. Her white ass reddening. “I just fucked my co-worker on the clock. In the store! I’m such a dirty whore!”
“I know just how to punish such a filthy girl!” I hissed into her ear, my cock pocking the softness of her ass. I spread her cheeks, my cock pressing at her puckered asshole.
“Oh, yeah!” Cynthia moaned. “Fuck my ass! That’ll punish me!”
I pushed my cock hard against her, slowly pushing into her tight, warm ass. My cock was still drenched in Vivian’s pussy juices, providing lube. I moaned as my cock disappeared into her ass. It sank easily and I was pretty sure this wasn’t Cynthia’s first time getting fucked in the ass. I pushed until I felt her ass cheeks on my groin. It was tight and hot and felt so different from Vivian’s wet pussy. Cynthia was shoved hard against the column as I fucked her, one hand rubbing her pussy and clit, the other wrapped around the column. I grabbed her hip with one hand and reached around and twisted hard at her nipple.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cynthia chanted loudly. “Twist my nipple harder! I’ve been sooo bad!”
I fucked her harder, groaning into her ear. It felt so great in her ass. Hot and velvety tight. So great. Nearby, Vivian was moaning loudly as Mary ate her pussy with gusto. I glanced over at the pair. Vivian’s large, tanned breasts jiggled beautifully as her body shook beneath Mary’s tonguing. Mary’s arms were wrapped tightly about Vivian’s waist, gripping her ass tightly. Mary was so beautiful.
“That’s so hot!” I moaned into Cynthia as I reamed her ass. “Look at them!”
Cynthia turned her head. “God damn that is! And so is your cock in my ass. Fuck me harder!”
I let go of her tit to grab her hips in both hands and I fucked her as hard as could. She moaned and screamed and came hard and long. A soft breast brushed against my arm and Mary was standing on my right, hand caressing my hip, face smeared with Vivian’s juices. She grabbed my head and pulled me down to her lips and kissed me. Vivian’s juices were a strong, tangy flavor.
“Don’t stop,” begged Cynthia and I realized I had stopped fucking her when Mary kissed me. “I’m so close to another orgasm!”
Mary smiled. “Fuck that slut’s ass!” Then she grabbed Cynthia’s face with both hands and kissed her hard, Cynthia’s tongue tasting Vivian’s juices. In such a short time, Mary had transformed from that shy girl to this sexually adventures vixen.
Vivian stepped up on my left side, her pillowy breasts brushing against my left side as she pressed her body against me. The wetness of her cunt pressed on my hip as she ground her clit on me in time with my fucking rhythm.
“Did Mary do a good job?” I asked her after kissing her sweet lips.
Vivian purred in my ear, “Her tongue was amazing!”
Between low moans, Cynthia panted, “She’s a…oh yeah…fast learner. Oh, fuck!” Mary’s hand had slid down Cynthia’s stomach and was playing with her cunt while she bent down and sucked Cynthia’s right nipple into her mouth. “Oh, that’s good, baby! Don’t be afraid to bite it! Ooh, yeah! Just like that!”
My hand reached out and fondled Mary’s ass. She smiled up at me around Cynthia’s nipple. My fingers found her warm wetness between her thighs and I slid my fingers up insider her, illiciting a sweet moan. Vivian was nibbling at my neck and ear, still grinding her cunt on me and Cynthia’s ass was bringing me close to an orgasm.
“Take it, you dirty bitch!” I moaned into Cynthia’s ear as I came deep in her ass.
“Oh, god!” Cynthia roared. “I’m cumming and cumming! Your cum is in my ass! Sweet Jesus. Cum in my dirty, filthy ass!”
I fucked her two more times, the last of my cum squirting in her ass and then slumped into her back, breathing heavily. I kissed Cynthia’s cheek and the side of her mouth. Vivian moaned in my ear, creaming on my hip as she came. Mary sucked Cynthia’s juices off her fingers, smiling coquettishly at me. My cock stirred in Cynthia’s ass. Mary was definitely the most beautiful. I pulled out of that tight ass, Cynthia gasped as it popped out of her ass, followed by a trickle of cum.
“Stay just like that, Cynthia,” I ordered. “I want to stare at your fine ass.” Cynthia grinned at me and wiggled her ass. “Vivian, get down on your knees and suck my cock clean like a good girl.”
“Mhh, gladly, honey.” She knelt down and started to aggressively lick my cock. I grabbed Mary and pulled her close and kissed her passionately as Vivian started to suck my cock. I pulled Mary tight against my right side, her wet pussy rubbing on my hip, my right hand slid down and kneaded her plump ass.
“All clean, hun,” Vivian husked the licked my cock’s head.
“Vivian, you’ve realized today that you are a lesbian. The only cock you’ll ever want to touch is mine. The only thing you like more that fucking a woman is fucking me.”
Vivian grinned and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth.
“Cynthia’s ass is looking dirty,” I told Vivian, “Why don’t you clean her up.”
Vivian popped my cock out of her mouth and turned to Cynthia’s ass. My cum had run down Cynthia’s thighs and Vivian’s tongue licked up her leg and into Cynthia’s ass while Cynthia cooed in pleasure. “When you finish cleaning her ass out, Vivian, you and her should fuck each other. Make each other cum and cum.”
Vivian’s answer was muffled by Cynthia’s ass. Cynthia moaned, “I can’t wait to suck on her big titties.”
I turned to Mary, my hard cock rubbing on her stomach. “You’re my favorite, Mary.” She blushed and I captured her lips in a brief kiss. “It made me so happy to see you be with Cynthia and Vivian.” She smiled and kissed me.
Mary grabbed my cock with her gentle fingers. “Is it my turn now?”
“Since you’ve been such a good and patient girl, it’s time for your reward.”
Her smile was so bright and beautiful, freckled face filled with joy and her emerald eyes sparkled with desire. We kissed hard, lips mashing together and tongues fencing as she gently stroked my cock. My hand slid up and grasped her small breast, rubbing her hard nipple while me other hand continued kneading her ass. The kiss was warm and sweet and I could almost taste her lust for me on her lips as well as Vivian’s pussy. Her hand stroked my cock faster, gripping harder.
I couldn’t say how long we kissed. I was lost in pleasure of making out with this beautiful creature, the feel of soft ass and firm breast in my hands and hard nipple pinched between my fingers. The electricity of her touch on my cock. I moaned into her mouth, squeezed her ass hard, and came on her fingers, cum spilling across her stomach and hip. She stroked my cock a few more times, squeezing the last of my cum on her stomach before pulling away. She smiled coquettishly at me and licked my white sperm off her fingers.
“Mmhhh, that’s good,” she husked. “I love the taste of cum.” Her fingers scooped up more cum off her stomach and sucked it slowly off her fingers.
I don’t know if it was the eroticism of the moment or that I was falling in love with this sweet angel, but I decided to take Mary with me. To make her mine. Her handjob was so good, I needed to return the favor. I kissed her lips, not caring that they were stained with my cum. My hand dipped between her legs. I felt the wetness of her sex. She gasped as my fingers pushed into her cunt. On my palm I felt a hard bump and realized it was her clit.
My palm rubbed her clit and I started to suck and bite on her neck. I wanted to leave a hickey, to let the world now Mary had a lover. My fingers explored the warm wetness and velvety softness of her pussy. I left a second hickey on her right breast, and she was panting in pleasure. My lips moved to her hard nipple, sucking into my greedy mouth. She tensed in my arms and then screamed loudly as she came, body shaking and pussy flooding my hand with her juices.
“Oh god!” she hissed. “Oh god!”
I dropped to my knees before her and breathed in the scent of her sex and stared at her swollen nether lips surrounded by auburn hair. I buried my face in her snatch and worshiped her pussy with my tongue. The taste of her pussy was sweet and spicy. My tongue scraped along her lips, flicking her clit, before I shoved it deep into her pussy, fucking her with my tongue. I tried to remember what Cynthia told Mary earlier, kissing, sucking and stroking all over her pussy and clit. From Mary’s moans and gasps, I must have been doing just fine.
Her fingers gripped my short hair and she pulled me into her cunt, hips rotating. “Oh sweet God! That’s so good, Mark!” Her voice rose in pitch. “Just like that! Ohhh! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Her grip tightened in my hair and fresh juice flooded my mouth. “Oh, thank you Mark,” she panted. “Thank you, that was so amazing.”
“I want to sixty-nine with you,” I told her.
She nodded eagerly. I laid out on my back and she straddled my face, her furry pussy descending to my lips. I started to lick her as she softly started to kiss the head of my cock. Short kisses all over the head and shaft and then her warm mouth was engulfing my cock. She went lower and lower and she was deep-throated my cock. She was just full of surprises. Mary would suck on my head for a few moments and then slide my cock all the way inside her throat. I pinched her clit, rolling the hard nub between fingers and licked hard and deep with my tongue. Her hands were gently massaging my balls, coxing my cum out. My spunk spurted into her mouth and she swallowed it while her hips bucking on my face from her orgasm.
Breathless, we both cuddled on the floor, me on my back and Mary pressed up against my side, cradled in my arms, her hard nipples brushing my chest. I stroked sweat-damp auburn hair out of her face. Her soft lips pressed gently against my cheek.
“Thank you,” she murmured in my ear. “My boyfriend would never eat my pussy.” She froze, face recoiling in shame. “Oh god, Mike. What have I done!” Tears welled in her eyes. “How could I cheat on him.”
“Shh,” I consoled, wiping a tear with my finger. “Mike’s never treated you right, that’s why you’re dumping him for me. I’m your boyfriend now. Your mine forever, right?”
Mary sniffed. “Sorry, I’m being stupid. You’re right, he was always a jerk. He never cared if I came and never helped with the housework.” She kissed me. “I’m your girl now.”
I nodded. “You love me with all your heart and would never get jealous of me with another woman. You would just be happy seeing me being happy.”
“Of course,” Mary giggled. “I love you. And there is definitely enough of you to go around.” As she spoke, her hand grasped my cock. “Mmmhh, definitely enough.”
“I’m enough man for you,” I told her. “You will never desire another man, only other women. You can touch and fuck as many women as you want, but I’m the only man for you.”
Mary kissed me, her mouth hot and full of desire. “Why would I want another man?” She squeezed me cock. “This is all the cock I need. He feels all lonely, and my pussy craving some company.”
I grinned and kissed her, rolling Mary onto her back. Her lithe legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me close. My cock bumped her pussy and missed entering on the first thrust. Her hand reached down, grasping my cock, and guided it to the mouth of her cunt. She let out a low moan as pushed slowly into the silky and wet warmth of pussy. I stared into her deep, green eyes as my cock slid fully into her sheathe. We stared into each other’s eyes, and it was like our souls became one as our bodies had.
I saw love there. It didn’t matter to me that I told her to love me, nor to her. She believed it, and I could see that belief. She was mine, and that was all that mattered. I started to slowly fuck her as we peered into the other’s eyes. Her hands grabbed my back, fingernails digging into my flesh and her legs clamped tight about me. Her hips moved to the rhythm of our love making. It felt so good, so right to be inside her. It was a dream come true. She would never reject me, never hate me or belittle me. I was falling in love with her.
I started to fuck her faster, the sweet press of flesh drawing me closer to my orgasm. Our bodies were one, moving together, both striving to make the other cum. She moaned my name and I groaned hers. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight and so amazing on my cock. Mary came first, howling my name. I started fucking as fast as I could, feeling the tightening in my balls. I was about to explode. Another orgasm rippled through her cunt and a third. She gasped and panted, grinding her clit against my groin as I exploded inside her.
“Oh, so good!” she moaned. “Fill me up with your cum. So good!”
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear, our bodies entwined.
I felt wetness on her cheeks as she cried in joy. “I love you, too!” she gasped, overcome with emotion.
I kissed her tears away and rested in her embrace. Even with my wish for sexual stamina, I need a bit of break. I breathed her scent into my nose: herbal soap and sweat and the spicy aroma of her cunt. I felt safe and warm and a content happiness spread through me as we held each other. I gently nibbld at her neck and she cooed in delight.
Gasps and moans of pleasure filled the coffee shop and I remembered that I told Cynthia and Vivian to fuck each other. I lifted up on my elbows and looked around and saw them nearby on the floor, legs scissored together allowing their cunts to kiss each other. They were writhing their hips in pleasure as the trib each other.
“The look so beautiful and happy together,” Mary whispered in my ear, and an idea formed. They did look so beautiful together.
“I bet they would make a great couple,” I whispered back. My cock was stirring again inside Mary tender warmth. I always found two girls tribbing to be hot. Cynthia and Vivian were both crying out as they orgasmed. I caressed my lover’s body as we watched the two women continue fucking each other through their orgasms, frantically trying to reach another. My hand found the soft flesh of Mary’s ass.
“I want to know every part of you,” I whispered into her ear, licking the lobe. “Have you ever had anal sex?”
Mary tensed in my arms briefly. “No. Mike,” I was pleased to here a scathing tone in her voice at the mention of her boyfriend, “he always wanted too. But I was afraid it would hurt to much.”
“Would you let me fuck you up the ass?” I asked.
She hesitated. “I don’t know. Would that make you happy?”
“What do you think?” I asked her. I was curious, and hopeful, that she would want to of her own free will. It seemed strange, after ordering the woman to love me and please me that I would care about Mary making her own decisions. Maybe I did love her.
Mary swallowed. “You’ll go slow and be gentle?” she asked timidly.
“I never want to hurt you,” I told her. “We’ll make sure you’re nice and ready.”
A depraved idea popped in my head as I stood up. I reached out and helped her to her feat, my cum running in rivulets down her legs and a puddle of our juices was staining the floor. “Go get your phone,” I told her.
Mary didn’t ask why, but turned to obey, heading for the back area of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help pinching her shapely ass as she walked away. She jumped and playful glared back at me, before disappearing into the back. I turned to the other girls and told them to stop fucking each other. Both were exhausted but smiling. When Mary returned, I told them the plan.
“Vivian, you’re going to get Mary’s ass ready for my cock. Lick it and lube it with your cunt juices. Mary, you bend over that table and get ready to call Mike and break up with him.”
She nodded and frowned. “Why don’t I just call him now?”
“I want you to do it when I’m fucking your ass,” I told her. “I want you to tell him all about your new lover, how great his cock is, how hard you came for him, and how his cock is fucking you up the ass, where you would never let him go. He deserves it for being such an asshole to you.”
Mary flushed in shame. “I guess I can do that,” she mumbled.
“Cynthia, I want you to give Mary some pointers and advice to make her first anal sex go smoothly.”
Mary was bending over the table and Vivian was tongue her ass and working fingers in her cunt. Cynthia bent over next to Mary and began to whisper in my ear. It was so hot. My cock was aching with desire. Vivian was fucking her a finger slowly in Mary’s ass and I saw Cynthia nibbling on Mary’s ear, her hand sliding between Mary’s thighs and fingering her clit.
After another few minutes, Vivian said, “She’s nice and lubed.” She was working two fingers in and out of Mary’s ass.
“Let me get my cock lubed,” I said and thrust my cock deep into Cynthia’s cunt. She gasped in surprise, her cunt squeezing down on my cock. It felt so good, I almost wanted to stay. After a few strokes, I pulled out, Cynthia moaned in disappointment. Vivian was holding Mary’s ass cheeks open for me and I placed my cock, glistening with Cynthia’s juices, on the rosebud of Mary’s anus. “Here I go, sweetie.”
Mary just nodded, her eyes widening as the head of my cock disappeared in. “Christ that feels big,” she moaned as I slowly worked my cock into her ass. When I was all the way in, I asked how she was doing.
“Fine,” she panted, her ass squeezing pleasantly on my cock. “It’s not that bad.” I pulled back and slid in again and she moaned. “It’s not bad at all,” she purred as I slowly fucked her. Her ass felt so good. Tighter and rougher than her pussy.
“You’re doing good, babe,” Cynthia encouraged her.
“Mmhh,” Mary moaned and picked up her phone. She fumbled with it, navigating the menu, and found Mike’s number and hit call.
“Put it on speaker,” I told her. More fumbling and she managed to turn on the speaker phone. She moaned loudly and set the phone before her on the table.
The phone rang and rang and I thought it was going to go to voice mail when a sleepy voice answered, “Hey, Mary.”
“H-hey, Mike,” Mary moaned into the phone. I was fucking her faster know.
“You okay babe?” he asked.
“Just getting…uhhh…fucked in the ass by my new boyfriend! Oh god! Harder, Mark. Fuck me harder!” she screamed into the phone.
There was a pause. “Say that again, Mary?” Mike asked in confusion.
“My new…ohhh god…boyfriend is fucking my ass,” she moaned. “I’m dumping you. You’re tiny dick has never satisfied me the way Mark has!”
“What’s going on!” he asked in a panic. “Is someone making you say this, Mary?”
Mary let out a throaty moan. I was fucking her hard now. Her ass jiggled every time my groin slapped into it and the table rocked, her auburn pony tail draped across her white back I grabbed her hair and pulled on it, yanking her head back. She let out a low moan.
“I’m such a naughty girl!” she gasped. “Mark’s made me cum so hard. Not like you. I’ve never felt so amazing!” She let a loud howl. “I’m cumming! His dick in my ass is making me cum!”
“Why are you doing this?” Mike demanded. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny?”
“It’s no joke, Mike,” she panted into the phone. “I just came from getting my ass fucked. It was so amazing!”
“Please, Mary,” Mike begged. “This isn’t like you!”
“We’re done Mike,” she told him. “Mmm, I gotta go. I’m feeling another orgasm cumming!” Mary hung up.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Vivian moaned. She was busy frigging her cunt.
I nodded my head to the table and Vivian smiled knowingly. She climbed up on it, sitting down before Mary’s face. I loosened the tension on Mary’s ponytail so she could dive into Vivian’s spread open pussy. Vivian’s large tits heaved up and down and she writhed on Mary’s tongue, her finger pulling hard at her large nipples.
Cynthia bent down to Mary’s ear, and hissed, “Eat that slut, bitch. Make her cum on that nasty tongue!” The table rocked more as Cynthia fucked her cunt on the table edge.
Mary’s phone started to ring, a loud pop song. Maybe Rhianna. I wasn’t sure. I was a rock and metal guy. Mary paused her muff diving. “It’s just Mike,” she said and hung up the phone. It immediately started to ring again. This was getting annoying.
“Vivian, take a picture of us with Mary’s phone,” I ordered. Vivian nodded and pulled up the phone, playing with some menus. I buried my dick deep in Mary’s ass and yanked hard on her hair, lifting her face up from Vivian’s pussy. I pulled Cynthia close to me and pulled her into a kiss. Vivian snapped the photo.
She showed it to everyone. It was fucking amazing. Mary’s face glistened with juices and smiling happily while I pulled on her hair. The agle was good to just make out that I was buried in her ass. Cynthia’s tits were pressed against my arms and her tongue was in my mouth. One of her hands was squeezing Mary’s ass. You could also see Vivian’s tanned thighs alongside Mary.
“Text him, ‘See how happy I am. So stop calling me, loser. PS that’s pussy juices on my face.’” Vivian quickly text the message and sent it and I went back to fucking Mary velvety ass. Mary went back to eating tangy pussy and Cynthia went back to fucking the table edge. The phone didn’t ring again.
All of use were moaning and cursing, building to our cums. It was so hot, watching the girl I was ass fucking eat another hot women out. Cynthia’s hand rubbed down my stomach, feeling the shaft of my cock were it disappeared into Mary’s ass. She moved her hand lower, between us, brushing my balls as they slapped against Mary’s pussy. Mary gasped into Vivian’s pussy as Cynthia found her clit and started rubbing. I moaned and dumped my cum inside her bowels. Mary screamed into Vivian’s cunt as she came again, her ass contracting on my cock, milking the cum out. Vivian fucked herself on Mary’s face and shuddered as she climaxed and next to me Cynthia gasped and squirted her juice onto the table’s corner.
Vivian cleaned my cock off while Cynthia cleaned out Mary’s ass and pussy. I was pulling on my clothes when Mary came on Cynthia’s face and smiled happily at me. I tossed her panties to her. She was still a little wobbly from cumming so much and we all laughed as she hopped around on one foot trying to pull on her panties and not fall over. I pocketed Cynthia’s black thong and Vivian’s pink polka dot panties.
I got my phone from Evan. The poor bastard stood and filmed the entire thing. I had almost no memory left on my phone. It looked my phone barely caught any of the orgy before it ran out of space. I sighed, realizing I should probably get a camcorder and spare memory cards if I wanted to capture these moments on film. Maybe that should be my next stop. And Mary definitely needs something nicer to wear than her uniform. And a wax. Her pussy was hot, but I liked the saved look better.
I had Cynthia make me a mocha and Mary had a chai tea. It was sexy watching Cynthia make the drinks naked, her body glistening with sweat and pussy juices and cum. She made the most of it. Prancing around and bending over when she pretended to drop something so I could see her beautiful, shaved pussy with its pink, inviting depths. She spilled cream on her tits and Vivian and I licked her clean. Finally, coffee and a breakfast sandwich in hand, it was time to give my final instructions.
“Evan, when Mary and I leave, you will clean up the store and then forget what happened. You closed the store because the hot water shut off.” I remembered from a summer working in fast food that a restaurant couldn’t be open without hot water. Some sort of health department rule. “Its fixed now and you can reopen. Sadly, Mary quit because she has a better job, now.”
Evan just nodded.
“Cynthia and Vivian. Mary thinks you’re really beautiful together. I agree. From now on, you two are lovers. You both are lesbians now. The only man you desire is me. Okay?” They nodded and embraced and kissed each other. “To make money, I want you two to stream your love making. Let me know when you do. Stream at least twice a week. More would be better.” Cynthia grinned wickedly at Vivian.
We all friended it each other on Facebook so we could keep in touch. I kissed Cynthia on the lips, and then Vivian’s fuller lips. I held out my hand to Mary. “Well, shall we get going?”
She grabbed my hand, squeezed it gently. “Where to?”
“Our future,” I told her and we walked out the door.
To be continued…

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Cumsport, CH 1

This story will be a look inside the lives of the citizens of Cumsport, city of the future. This first chapter follows Kelly, a young slut as she travels from sexual encounter to another.

Mistress Carrie

I wrote this story about a little fantasy of mine. Sorry if its not the best, its my first published story. Credit to Carrie who gave me the inspiration to write it

A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 7)

John teaches a teacher, but is the only one that comes away learning something. Bianca lends some much needed experience to John’s work with Sam and Mark.

Afternoon Delight

This is my first shot at writing an erotic story so go easy on me, but please leave comments! 🙂
Joey was a typical 16 year-old guy. He went to a high school in a small town in Florida where he was the starting quarterback for the football team. He was not incredibly muscular for his age, but he had a very fit physique. Be it that he was being recruited to play football in college, he put very little stock in his grades and consequently did not do to well. He was not stupid by any means; he just cared a lot more about football than his schoolwork.
And now our story begins:
One day, after a long and hard (hahahaha) practice, Joey went home and thought it more prudent to immediately fall asleep than to do his school work. He had been doing this almost every night this year.
He woke up the next day, rolled out of bed with a raging boner because he had not been able to service himself in a long time, and his girlfriend, Pam, had been giving him a real case of blue balls lately. In a dazed state he sauntered into the bathroom where he got relief by draining the main vein. He then proceeded to shower and do the rest of what he did every morning in preparation for school.
The school day flew by because he knew that there would be another long practice tonight. In every class he was berated for not doing his homework but he kept his head up. Currently he had a C average in all his classes except for one, his last class of the day, chemistry.
He ambled into his chem class talking amongst his friends. They all proceeded to sit down and prepare for class but Mrs. Taylor, their teacher, was nowhere to be seen. After five minutes of waiting, a very flustered sub comes into the room with his shirt half tucked in, talking to himself about who knows what. He tells the class that his name is Mr. Collins and that Mrs. Taylor will be out today and that they have to do the work that she had previously assigned to them. Obviously, be it that there was a sub, the kids did absolutely no work and therefore had to do what they were supposed to do in class at home. So Joey was digging himself a deeper and deeper hole in his chemistry class.
The rest of the day passed with nothing else interesting happening. Joey went to practice; it was hard and strenuous as always. After, he showered, changed, and went home where, once again, he proceeded to immediately fall asleep. That night his dreams were filled with nothing but sex. The same dream kept repeating itself:
He would get home from football practice and Pam would be the only one in his house. She would be lounged out on the sofa wearing only lacy lingerie, calling his name: “Joey, Joey, I have been waiting for you all afternoon. Why don’t you come over here and relax.” He would slowly walk over to the couch and embrace Pam in his arms. He would then begin to smooch her passionately and she reciprocated with great affection. This would go on for what felt like hours until he finally worked up the courage to go further. Joey would then gently run his fingers up and down her thighs, but never getting too close to her vagina. His soft skin of her thighs sent an electricity up and down Joey’s arm. He could feel in her new vigor how wet this was making her so he wondered how far he could go until suddenly Pam would say “Oh Joey I have been wanting you for such a long time. Please. I am finally ready to become a woman. I need you.” She would then completely break their embrace and stand up, and proceed to take off the bottom of her lingerie, exposing her beautiful young pussy to him. He would look down at it and see that she meticulously shaved everything so that she was completely bald and then his eyes would continue their voyage down her beautifully milky smooth body until they found her pussy. It would be gleaming from all the juices that she would now be leaking after all the kissing and groping. “Oh Joey, do you like it? I think it looks stupid with no hair,” Pam said in a kind of sad tone. Joey, not being able to think of anything smart to say just threw her back onto the couch and proceeded to unbutton his trousers. His now throbbing cock popped out of the fly of his boxers and hit the flaps of Pam’s pussy. “WOW, I never thought it would look like that or it would be so big!” Pam exclaimed. In his dream, Joey’s dick was a full ten inches erect, but in real life, it only amounted to about 8 erect, which he was still quite proud of. “Oh Joey, Stick it in me! I need you to take my virginity! Give it to me!” Pam yelled out. Just as Joey was about to insert his throbbing tool into his girl’s incredibly moist pussy the door of his house would open and his parents would walk in and he would wake up from the great dream.
The next morning he woke up at the usual time, more tired than he had been in a while from all the arousal he was dreaming he was getting through the night. Again he went through the usual morning routine and went to school.
This day was the same as every other until his chemistry class. Joey walked into the class a little late and was met by a glare of utter resentment by Mrs. Taylor who was leaning against her table ion the front of the room, just about to start her lesson.
Joey would have guessed that Mrs. Taylor was in her early forties but her appearance did not give this away. She was rather slender, but tall: about 6’ 2”. She had quite a curvy figure even though she did not have the greatest ass in the world; it was more like one of those very tight asses that you see on those women that work out a lot. This came as no surprise as she was the wife of one of the gym coaches who just also happened to be the football coach. Her greatest asset, though, were definitely her breasts. It was rumored among the teachers that she had some work done on them because there was no way she could have such huge breasts for such a slender frame. Joey, having relatively little experience with cup sizes, would have estimated that she was in the D range but he could have easily been wrong.
“So, now that Mr. Rutherford has decided to join us, we can finally start the lesson.” Mrs. Taylor began, “Today we will be discussing electronegativity….” This lesson was especially grueling for Joey because he couldn’t keep his mind off of the dreams he had the night before. He just kept playing it over and over again in his head. “Why couldn’t I have at least put it in once?” he thought to himself as his penis was beginning to get engorged with blood. Right then, Mrs. Taylor decided to take a lap around the room while the students were working on some problems. By the time she got to Joey, he had a decently noticeable tent going in his shorts. As she walked by, she bent down and rested her breasts on Joey’s shoulder and whispered “I am glad you are so excited about electronegativity.” Immediately Joey blushed very deeply and as he turned to watch her leave she turned back and winked at him but then continued on. He forced himself to clear his mind of everything except for chemistry and powered through the rest of his work and the rest of the class.
As he was about to leave when the class was over Mrs. Taylor called to him “Mr. Rutherford, would you please stay here for a moment, we have to discuss something.” Terribly embarrassed, Joey, stopped, turned around, and started to walk back towards his teacher. Looking at her, he couldn’t help but to notice how nice she was looking today. She was beautifully tanned everywhere, her beautiful blonde hair was flowing down her neck, she was wearing a beautiful sun dress that really accentuated her assets, and finally she had a little flower in her hair that amplified her already stunning complexion. Making note of all this, he couldn’t help himself from getting aroused and once again he could feel his dick starting to grow.
“Joey, what can I do with you? I notice you are never paying attention in class, and your grades show it: you are failing right now,” Mrs. Taylor said.
“What? How could I be failing? I try real hard ma’am it’s just that I get home late from practice and I am just so tired that I don’t have the energy to do the work.”
“Well you are going to have to find a way to do it Joey, because you and I both know that you need this class to graduate. And if you don’t graduate you will never be able to play football in college, let alone go to college in general.”
“Oh Mrs. Taylor, please, please, what can I do to raise my grade now? There has to be some extra-credit? Or maybe I can make up all the work? Please Mrs. Taylor; I have to pass this class.”
“I can see that you do care so maybe we can work something out. So what are you willing to do?”
“I will do anything, Mrs. Taylor, I just really need a decent grade in this class,” Joey said in a pleading tone.
“Anything? Anything at all?” Mrs. Taylor asked with a devious smile. “I have an idea, how bout when you are done with your practice this afternoon you come back here and we will talk some more about it?”
Joey was very confused but was hoping that this would be a way to solve all his grade woes so he agreed.
“Oh, and please when you do come back here,” Mrs. Taylor was saying as he was leaving, “keep on all your football gear and uniform and don’t shower or anything either.”
He went to practice and it proceeded like any normal one except that he couldn’t keep his mind off of Mrs. Taylor and the sun-dress she was in. He just kept imagining how it gently fell onto her beautiful wide hips and how it hugged up nicely to her large and supple breasts. How her beautiful tan skin and scent of buttermilk drew him into a trance every time she was near. But what was he doing? He knew he could never do anything with her; besides the fact that she was one of his teachers, she was also his coach’s wife.
But as soon as practice began, it ended and Joey was walking out of the locker-room in his full uniform, to the questioning gazes of all his teammates. AS he got closer and closer to the chemistry room, his heart began to beat faster and faster, in anticipation of whatever might be coming. As he turned the corner into the classroom, there she was, sitting at her desk, as how she had been when he left her earlier that day.
“Um ma’am, I am here just like you asked,” Joey said in a timid and maybe even frightened tone. He was sweating profusely from both the grueling practice he had just endured, and form the swelteringly hot chemistry room he was now waiting in for a response from his gorgeous teacher.
“Ah yes Mr. Rutherford, we are here to talk about your grades,” she said as she rose from her desk and went to close the door. “So now do I have your word that whatever happens in here will stay between just you and I?”
Flabbergasted, all joey could muster was a very quiet “yes ma’am.”
“Well just in case, if I ever hear that if you tell anybody about anything I say or do, I will tell all your colleges that you cheated on all your tests and threatened me if I didn’t give you good grades. Alright, well now that that is out of the way, I thought of one way you could possibly raise your grade: fuck me so hard my brains explode.”
“WHAT? There is no way I can do that Mrs. Taylor –“
“Please call me Brandi, Joey,” she interjected.
“Ok, Brandi, there is no way I could have um, intercourse, with you. You are coach Taylor ’s wife and you are my chem teacher. This would be highly inappropriate. There has to be another way I can raise my grade,” Joey pleaded.
“Oh don’t worry about that impotent little bastard. Do you wanna know why he works all you guys so hard? Its cause he can’t get a stiffy anymore. Why do you think I got these?” she asked as she sensuously removed the straps of her dress and exposed her breasts which were completely bare because she must had taken off her bra while he was in practice. Her beautiful pink nipples were beginning to puff up and stand like little towers atop her beautiful orbs. “I was hoping that these would be able to make him hard again but I guess he is just not interested in me anymore. Why don’t you come over here and suck on them, I can see how you are oogling them. Have you ever seen a woman’s breasts before?”
“Um Ma’am, I really don’t feel comfortable doing this at all. I just don’t think it is right,” Joey continued to protest.
“Well if you don’t get over here and suck on this nipple, you can kiss your college dreams goodbye.” And with this being said, joey timidly walked over to his teacher’s huge, sumptuous orbs and without having any experience just began to suck on one of the nipples. As he continued to suck, he began to get the feel of what he was doing; he would first swirl his tongue around the actual nipple, and then gently nibble on it, to send jolts of electricity throughout Brandi’s gorgeous body. As he continues this process, his other hand began to migrate over to her other tit and he lightly caressed it and fondled with it, paying especial close attention to her exposed nipple which was standing at full attention now. “Oh Joey, you suck so good. Keep doing it just like that, you are doing it perfectly. Oh yes it feels so good!” Brandi whimpered as she was getting more and more aroused by her young student.
After a few more minutes of this, she somehow found the strength to pull his suction grip off her tit, and proceeded to pull down the rest of her sun dress. Joey peered down to see what treasures were down further, and sure enough the hot pink thong she was wearing was completely soaked through with pussy juices.
“Hey, you little perv, stop looking at my pussy!” Brandi said in a serious-enough tone that Joey thought she was being serious.
“Oh, um I am very sorry Ma’am, I won’t do it again.”
“It’s ok Joey, I was just joking. You gotta loosen up. And I can see your pants need to loosen up a little too,” Brandi said with a smirk. Joey didn’t notice this but his football pants got extremely tented while he was sucking on her nipple and now you could really see the outline of his jock-strap through the thin pants.
“Are you sure Mrs. Taylor? Are you sure it is ok I take them off?” Joey asked. And with a silent nod of approval from his now nearly nude teacher, joey untied the knot and let his pants fall to the ground, and thus exposing him in just his jockstrap and pads and jersey to her. He then proceeded to undo his pads and take of his jersey so that they were both in the room alone with only their undergarments on.
“Wooooo-weeeee. Wow do you look sexy in just that little thing. I love seeing my men in only jocks. How bout you give me a little turn so I can see you all the way around.” Joey did as he was asked and this caused the wet spot on Brandi’s thong to get even larger. She slowly walked up to him, making sure to move her torso so that her breasts would jiggle and arouse her boy-toy even more. “Well how bout I help you with these? I can see your friend down there really wants to get out and join the party as well.” As she said this, she slipped her fingers between the elastic strap and his skin and pulled down his jock to expose his magnificent 8” uncut cock. When her fingers and nails ran down his hips, and then thighs, and finally legs, all he could think about was slamming his cock into her pussy and watching her tits jiggle back and forth.
“WOW! I never expected you to be this big. You are even bigger than my husband. I can’t wait for this,” she said as she grabbed his cock. With dick in hand, she pulled him over to her desk and made him sit on her desk as she pulled herself up on top of the desk.
“Are you sure we should be doing this Ma’am? I just still don’t feel right about this,” Joey asked, even though his mind was telling him not to say anything at all. “And I have never done anything like this before.”
“Oh don’t worry about it babe, I will handle everything,” Brandi said as she straddled him and thus his face was at the same height as her pussy. She then slid down her moist thong so that they fell around her ankles, and now her exposed pussy was just floating right in front of Joey. Purely out of instinct, Joey decided to lean forward and started darting his tongue in-and-out her pussy. He soon found her clitoris and slowly began to write the alphabet with his tongue on her clit, which was giving her quite noticeable pleasure, as her pussy juices started to flow faster and more freely. “Oh Joey baby, that’s the spot right there, oh don’t stop. Just-keep-licking. OH YES!!! Right…….there! UGHHHHHH!!!!” He heard her moan right before he felt a big contraction in her pussy and then her whole body started to quiver and shake, and he knew he had just given her an awesome orgasm.
“Oooooooooooooh wow, that was so good,” she exclaimed, “but now it is my turn, just lay back and let me handle everything.” He did exactly as he was told and reclined more on the desk so that now his dick was standing straight up into the air like flag pole. As Brandi once again positioned herself straddling him she slowly began to lower himself onto his man rod. Right as his head slowly began to sink into her pussy he let out an audible gasp as it just felt so good. His super-sensitive head penetrated a little deeper into her already moist pussy and Joey was in ecstasy; all he could think about was how good it felt having his meat engulfed in his extremely busty teacher. “Oh yeah you like that don’t you?” Brandi asked as she had almost lowered herself completely down onto his shaft. As she finally lowered herself all the way down onto him, she could feel his big dick rubbing up against both the entrance of her cervix and her clit and she almost lost it right there, but just moved up slowly and then down again.
“Oh Mrs. Taylor, your pussy is so nice. I love the feeling so much,” Joey managed to groan out as she was beginning to pick up her pace riding him. Up and down and up and down she continued to pump herself on top of his dick. They were both being carried into their own special worlds of sexual satisfaction and thus Joey began to pump harder into her and she thrusted herself harder down on to his dick while both of their lower halves started to gyrate causing his dick to go deeper and both their pleasures to increase.
“JOEY YOU ARE SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD. Keep giving it to me. I NEED your cock!” Mrs. Taylor yelled out in between moans of pleasure. They were both getting closer and closer to that point of unspeakable climax as their sweaty bodies collided creating that flesh on flesh slapping noise. Harder and harder she slammed down onto him and harder and herder he pumped into her, getting his dick so deep it was hitting her cervix with great force each time. When all of a sudden, “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!” Brandi screamed out and Joey felt her extremely wet pussy clamp down hard onto his dick and that was all he could take.
“HERE IT COMES…I AM CUMING IN YOU MRS. TAYLOR……UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” Joey yelled out as he shot stream after stream of hot sticky cum into his teacher’s pussy. He shot 8 solid streams into her and the rest just drizzled out of the tip of his now deflating dick which still was in his teacher. Soon after he came back to earth from orgasmo-land he pulled himself out of her cunt and wiped his messy dick on his jersey.
“Wow, Joey, I never thought you would be that good. I have not came like that in years,” Brandi said as she walked over to her younger fuck-buddy and began to smooch him affectionately. As their tongues were darting in and out of one-another’s mouths, Joey came up with what he thought was a brilliant idea. All of a sudden he grabbed her around the waist and half carried, half guided her back to the desk and laid her down on top of it so her pussy and ass were hanging off. By this time, he was hard again and inserted his dick right away. “Oooooh Joey, I love a boy who can take charge. Give it to me as hard as you can!”
Joey did exactly this. He kept going in and out, in and out, in and out. With each thrust he picked up his pace a little bit and Brandi thrusted back into him every time his hilt was pushed up against her. He went at it like this until he could not go any faster and then kept his speed up and kept fucking her at a mind-bending speed. He could feel she was getting close again by how much pussy juices were flowing out of her and down his legs and he just kept pumping away, dedicated to have her cum again before he did. And he did not have to wait long, only a few moments later he felt that familiar contraction and once again his dick was stuck inside her pussy as her whole body was shaking and her pussy would not let go of his dick.
“JJJJJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” She yelled out and this combined with the still incredible pace Joey maintained pushed him over the edge and he once again shot his seed into her. Although this time his shots didn’t have as much force it was definitely the same quantity of cum, as he could feel it all leaking out of him and into her. They both just lied there on top of the desk for a good five minute with Joey’s cock still in his teacher’s cunt and the mixture of their two juices leaking out of her pussy and beginning to form a puddle on the ground.
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Confessions of a Stripper

I sat on a bench in the locker room thinking to myself, “What have I just done?” I looked at a stack of money I was clenching in my right hand. I counted a total of $1100. Numerous emotions ran through my head as I was trying to decide whether having just fucked a stranger for money was a good thing or bad thing.

Tom at the doctor’s office 2

Tom goes to doctors office and gets unexpectedly happy events. This story involves tricking simpler minds. If you don’t like it please move on. Constructive critisism welcom

A Cute Young Boy Part 2

Part two of A Cute Young Boy. Contains sex between 15yo and 8yo boys. If that offends you, go read something else.
My cock has been hard all day with anticipation. I cannot wait to see Seth! I arrive at Greenthorn Elementary and check in. I go over to the table I work at and sit down. I nervously fidget while I wait, my cock still hard. The kids start coming in. Seth comes over and gives me a big hug, like always. He sits next to me, and we start the craft that the grade leaders have planned.
After about a half hour, it’s story time. I lead my kids into the story room. I sit on the floor, and Seth sits in my lap. He can feel my hard-on, so he squirms around in my lap. I let out a moan, that only he can near. He looks at me, grinning happily. About half-way through the story, he tells me he needs to use the bathroom. I ask my leader, and she says I can take him down. I take him down to the bathroom, and he goes in. I look both ways, and then I follow. He goes into a stall, and I go after him, locking it behind me. He leaps into my arms and kisses me. I hold him, and kiss back. I run my tongue across his lips, and he opens his mouth to let me in. We make out for about a minute, then he breaks it off and tells me to put him down, which I do. He starts rubbing my hard-on through my pants.
“What is it that you were saying before we had to go back yesterday?” He asks, innocent eyes boring up into mine.
I answer “I was about to tell you something that grown-ups do to each other. It feels really good.”
“What is it?” He asks excitedly.
“It may sound a bit gross, but it’s really cool.” I lean next to his ear and whisper, as if disclosing a big secret, “They put their partner’s penis in their mouth and suck on it!”
Seth looked at me wide-eyed, and giggled. “That’s gross! Ha ha! Does it really feel good???”
“Yes. It does”
Seth giggles again. Then he slowly pulls down his pants and says, “can we try it? Pleeeeeaaaase???”
I laugh and say, “of course.” Then I sit down, eyes even with his three inch little hard on. I kiss it gently. Seth lets out a moan. So I place my hand on his ass and lick around the head of his penis. I then begin to suck in his little dick. He closes his eyes and moans again. As I suck and lick his little penis, he begins to thrust into my mouth. As I suck harder, he thrusts faster, and soon he begins to shudder as he experiences his first orgasm. I can feel his penis jerking as a small drop of cum dribbles out onto my tongue. He tastes so good! I take my mouth off his penis give his ass a quick squeeze as I pull my self to my knees and I give him a kiss.
“You’re right!” He tells me after our kiss. “That feels wonderful! Now I’ll do you!”
I look at my watch. I glare at it, wishing its minute hand hadn’t moved so damn quickly! “I’d love too Seth, but we need to get back”
He pouts and says, “Ok.” He pulls up his pants and kisses me again. “I love you!”
“I love you too, Seth.” We walk back to class. He sits in my lap again.
The teacher finishes the story. “Okay, leaders, it is time to take your students outside.” My leader leads the second graders, and I bring up the rear with Seth. Soon all the kids are running around, playing on the playground. At the side of the school, are some tall holly bushes.
Seth looks around, and drags me over there. He pulls me back there and says, “Now I can do you!”
I say “No! We’ll get caught!”
“Once, during recess, I hid back here, and nobody found me. They looked all over the place!” Seth says proudly. My brain is screaming at me to stop. Logic dictates that we would be caught! But…my cock is screaming louder. So I undo my pants, and pull them down. My cock springs out. Seth grabs hold of it, and kisses the tip of it. I moan as he licks my head and tastes my precum. He then puts my head into his mouth and sucks on it. He moves his head back and forth, taking in aabout an inch past my head and then coming back. I feel my orgasm building up. Seth keeps going. I can tell he is enjoying this. I pull my cock out of his mouth and begin to spray my load. The first strand lands angling across his nose and left eye. The second strand goes partially into his still open mouth, and partially on his cheek. He leaves his mouth open, so u shoot my third and fourth strands into his mouth. The rest of my cum trickles out of my cock. He puts his mouth back on my cock to get the rest. He also pulls my jizz off with his finger and slurps it off.
He giggles. “That is a lot of cum!”
I smile. I am about to ask how he knew what it was called, when I hear a voice. “Seth, what are you and him doing?” I look for the source of the voice and am shocked to see a wide eyed eight year old girl. My mind is torn between holy crap she is so cute! And oh fuck! I am so screwed.
I hope you enjoyed part 2! Part 3 is cumming soon! 😉
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Mrs. H has to chaperone ch 2

This is the sequel to “Mrs. H has to chaperone. I’m currently in the girl’s locker room, on my knees sucking a teenage students cocks. When I hear the voice of another teacher…