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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Monday, July 22nd, 2013 – Velvet Gibbs – Puyallup, WA

“Chief Hayworth will see you now,” the bored cop said. She was dressed in the blue uniform of a Puyallup Police Officer modified for her round, pregnant belly.

My boyfriend Chris and I stood up from our seats in the lobby of the police station. He slipped his hand around my waist then left it drift down to cup my ass through the tight daisy dukes I wore. I shivered as he squeezed me, making me wiggle, reminding me that he owned me.

I quivered just thinking those words. I was his slave. The last month had been the best of my life because of it. The Living God, Mark Glassner, had introduced me to Chris. Thanks to Mark’s words, which resonated with my soul, I realized that I was head-over-heals in love with Chris, a man who like to come to the coffee stand where I worked. It was like Mark knew just how much I would love Chris.

My boyfriend, my master, was wonderful. He was in his early twenties,like me, and so handsome. He was a former army Ranger, his body lean with muscles, his hands so strong when they explored my body. He had the most gorgeous, brown eyes. Those bad boys could melt the panties off any woman. Often we’d go to a bar and pick-up some chick to take home with us.

It turned out Chris’s passion was to run his own bikini barista stand. That was how we met; he was always coming around to the Hot Chick A Latte, the bikini barista stand I worked out. I had never even noticed him until the God Mark told me I loved Chris.

Together, Chris and I were going to realize his dream. He had been saving up for this venture, and I added what little money I had to support him. It was our budding business now. We bought an out-of-business coffee stand on the corner of Meridian and Main Street in downtown Puyallup and spent the last month working hard to renovate the place.

Double D Coffee would soon be open, employing only the girls with biggest tits to give our customers an extra thrill. I was a G cup and had big, beautiful tits with fat nipples that were still supple with youth. I was dreading my forties when they would probably sag down to my navel, but right now they were perfect.

The pregnant cop led us to Chief Hayworth’s office. She knocked at the door.

“Come in,” a gruff, commanding voice, barely muffled by the door, barked.

The pregnant officer opened it and smiled at us, giving us a friendly nod. We strode in and found an simply appointed office. Chief Hayworth had a desk, with a picture of a wife and grandchildren sitting beside a computer. Several file folders lay scattered across the surface, his keyboard covering over one. Metal filing cabinets lined the walls, and a US flag stood in a corner on small flagpole.

The chief stood up from his chair, a whip-thin man in dress blues, decorated with gold pips and medals. He had an iron hard look. I was impressed with how good in shape he appeared. For a man in his fifties, he was fitter than some of the officers in their twenties I’d seen.

“What can I do for you son?” he asked, crushing Chris’s hand; my boyfriend didn’t flinch. I felt the Chief’s eyes fall on my body; appreciative gleam in his eyes. “Ma’am.”

I straightened, letting my boobs thrust before me in the plaid cowboy shirt I wore, the tails tied below my massive melons. I wore no bra so the slightest movement sent them jiggling like jello. I enjoyed his gaze and giggled, twirling my black hair about my finger. That really caused my boobs to shake.

“I’m Chris, and this is my girlfriend Velvet.”

Okay,” the chief said. “And what do you want? I don’t have all day.”

“I’m a friend of Mark Glassner,” Chris said. The moment those words left his mouth, the chief’s demeanor changed.

He relaxed. “Good man to know, son.”

“Yes, he is,” Chris said, grinning. “So I’m about to open a business here in downtown Puyallup, and I want to make sure I have the backing of the local police.”

“What sort of business?”

“A coffee stand with beautiful woman,” Chris answered. “Only my girls will be wearing even less than a normal bikini stand.”

The chief snorted. “The only way that would be possible…” His eyes flashed to my chest. “Damn.”

“Why don’t you show him the uniform, Velvet.”

“Sure,” I said with a big grin. My hands untied the cowboy shirt. I ripped my blouse open, letting my melons spill out to the chief’s hungry eyes. They swayed, so ripe and succulent. He salivated as he stared at them. I loved his attention.

My hips wiggled as I worked off my tight, daisy dukes. Underneath I wore a string bikini, barely more than dental floss that wrapped around my hips and disappeared between my asscheeks. It was so thin, my thick pussy lips wrapped around the gusset, dangling out for all the world to see.

“Tada!” I proclaimed, turning, letting him admire my rump swallowing the back of my bottoms before I finished my circuit. I cupped my big tits. “Whadda ya think, chief?”

“I think I can see why you’d want our cooperation,” the Chief answered. He adjusted the growing bulge tenting his trousers. “I’m always glad to help a friend of Mark’s out. For a price.”

“I’m sure Velvet will be very accommodating,” Chris said, his hand resting with that familiar ownership on my ass. “Say once a week?”

The chief didn’t hesitate to grab my left tit and give me a squeeze, his fingers like iron. “I think that’d be just fine, so long as I get to know Velvet today.”

“Be my guest,” Chris said. He took a seat, a big grin on his lips.

Chris loved to watch me fuck other men. Already he enjoyed the sight of me fucking the manager at Gary’s Lumber to get a discount on building materials, the manager at the paint store, and an official with the city to get our remodel permit expedited.

I loved doing it, too. It made me feel so owned and loved by Chris to have his eyes on me while I used my body for our benefit. It made me feel so wanton and wicked. Already my poor string bikini was soaked by my hot pussy.

“You can get to know every inch of me, Chief,” I purred as I slid my arms around his neck. I leaned forward to kiss him, my tits pressing into the front of his uniform. I felt the cold kiss of his badge on my right breast, sending an excited tingle through me.

He stopped me before I could kiss him, his hands pushing my hips back. “Don’t need to kiss you,” he growled like rusty iron scraping together. “Just bend over my desk like the filthy whore you are.”

“Such a filthy whore,” I said then gasped as he spun me around.

My tits bounced and jiggled before me. I didn’t fight him at all. I was supple and pliant as he shoved me down against his desk. He wasn’t gentle. I loved that. It made my pussy even hotter. Especially when his hand planted on the middle of my back, pinning me in place. I squirmed, my cheek resting on the cool wood. I stared at the smiling face of his wife—it was an old picture of their wedding day, faded with age—that filled my vision.

A zipper rasped.

I shuddered and tried to look behind me to watch when his hand pushed harder on my back, pressing my tits into the desk. My nipples throbbed, one rubbing against the smooth wood, the other the rougher texture of the manila folder.

“Don’t move whore!”

“Yes, Chief,” I moaned as a helpless rush shuddered through me. I was at his mercy.

My pussy dripped with lust.

“Fuck me,” he moaned after ripping my string bikini down my thighs. “That pussy.”

“I know,” Chris said, sounding so proud of me.

Chief Hayworth’s cock didn’t feel old as he rammed it into my cunt in a single thrust. I groaned as he filled me, moaning my appreciation of that delicious dick. I squirmed my hips, stirring around his shaft, drinking in the feel of him.

Letting him enjoy my cunt.

His hands gripped my hips. His clothing rustled as he drew back. His cock slid through my pussy. I clenched down, increasing the friction. Passion burned in my cunt as he slammed that hard dick back into me, filling me up.

I loved it. His balls smacked into my clit, sending sparks flooding through me. I whimpered as he drove his cock over and over into me. I rocked on his desk, my nipples throbbing against the desk and the folder. His crotch spanked my rump over and over.

“You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you?” he panted.

“Yes!” I groaned. “Fuck me harder! Your cock’s driving me wild! I’m going to cum on it! Like a filthy slut!”

“Yes!” he growled, ramming his dick into me.

The desk creaked louder as he fucked my cunt. He pounded me with such passion, driving his dick over and over into my juicy snatch. He loved my pussy with all my might. I stared at that smiling picture of his wife. I imagined her bent over in her wedding dress getting fucked this hard by this cock.

Lucky woman.

My hips wiggled, stirring my pussy around his dick as he plunged into me. Again and again. It was incredible. I loved the feel of him reaming me all while my boyfriend watched. He witnessed me taking this cock. I did it for Chris.

I loved this dick with my pussy for Chris.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my cunt!” I groaned. “Use me, Chief! Plow that dick into me and cum!”

“I will!” he growled. “Just a whore!” He hammered me harder.

“I am! I love being a whore! Chris’s whore!”

“Whore, whore, whore!” he grunted over and over, punctuating every “whore” with a hard thrust of his cock. “You’re going to take every drop of my jizz, right whore?”

“I will! Fill me up!” I was burning up inside; the degradation of being used by this old man inflamed my lusts like the bellows of a forge, stoking my passions until the bliss consumed all my nerves.

My pussy spasmed.

Rapture rushed through my body.

“Filthy goddamn whore! Did you just cum on my cock?”

“Yes!” I screamed, my insides consumed by my climax.

My pussy convulsed over and over on his dick. Waves of ecstasy surged through my body. My mind drank them in as his dick kept plowing into me. He kept fanning my rapture with his powerful thrusts. He churned my cunt over and over.

My climaxes blended together as his iron-hard dick slammed into me. The friction of his shaft triggered orgasm after orgasm to rage inside me. His strokes rippled bliss through every nerve I possessed.

I loved it. I savored it. he had such stamina. Juices poured down my thighs as he gasped and grunted, using my young pussy with that delicious cock. It was almost as good as Chris’s dick. I whimpered, my pussy convulsing so hard about his cock, so eager for him to cum in me.

His intercom buzzed. The chief pressed a button, gasping, “What?”

The pregnant cop’s voice rang with a metallic tin from the speaker as she answered, “Chief, your wife’s on line 2.”

The chief buried his cock to the hilt in my snatch. He let out a soft, moaning grunt. “Thank you, Mallory.” He released the button and gave my ass a stinging slap. “Not a peep, whore.”

“No, chief,” I answered, shivering as my orgasms finally died without that constant stimulation.

He pumped his cock in and out of me, a slow and steady rhythm as he reached for the phone. It wasn’t enough to make me orgasm, but enough to make me twitch and want to moan, my pussy so sensitive after my multiple climaxes.

“Hey, Bev,” he answered. I glanced again at the picture filling up my sight. His wife had been beautiful thirty years ago, almost glowing in her white dress. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

For some reason, hearing him talk to his wife, set me off. I was shocked by the orgasm that suddenly spasmed through my cunt. I clamped my mouth shut as waves of rapture rippled out of my snatch once again.

I felt so sexy as he spoke to her. He’d rather fuck me than talk to his wife. It should be her bent over this desk with his dick inside her cunt. I was a thief, taking her husband’s lust all for myself. I loved every second of it, my pussy spasming so hard about his cock.

“Okay. I’ll stop by the store. No, no, I won’t forget the milk. All right? I love you too, Bev. Bye.” He slammed the phone down in the cradle and snarled at me, “Fucking whore cumming while I talk to my wife!”

“I’m just that naughty!” I moaned as my pussy rippled about his dick. “Cum in me!”

He thrust hard into me, slamming into my pussy with ease. He handled the situation in stride. I clearly wasn’t the first woman he has cheated on his wife with. I wonder who the other’s were. Maybe Mallory, the pregnant cop.

Wouldn’t it be wicked if she was carrying his love child?

“Fucking whore!” he grunted, stirring my cunt towards another delicious rapture.

His thrusts grew erratic, losing the steady and powerful rhythm. His hands gripped my hips. He hammered my cunt with desperate strokes. If he would let me look over my shoulder, I would see his face contorting in the moments before he spilled his cum inside me.

I squeezed my pussy down on his dick, increasing the friction and the pleasure for both of us. He grunted as he buried into me to the hilt. His balls smacked my clit. A tremble of ecstasy tingled through my snatch.

Then he erupted in me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groaned as his cock pumped jizz into me.

I loved this moment. The feel of a man cumming in me, using my pussy as a receptacle for his spunk. I was Chris’s whore, and my cunt satisfied our customer. I shivered, another climax screaming through him. My pussy writhed about the chief’s dick, milking out all his cum.

I smiled at the euphoria buzzing through me. It felt so incredible. My entire body trembled as the chief fired his last blast of cum into me. He groaned and panted, his dick buried in me, savoring the convulsing heat of my naughty sheath.

“Damn, she’s good,” he groaned as he pulled to of me. “What a fuck.”

“Mmm, it was,” I moaned. I felt so full of his cum. The old guy must have pumped a gallon of his jizz inside my hole.

I sucked in a breath as he finally let me stand up. His cum dribbled down my thighs. I turned around and shivered as he used discarded shirt to wiped his wet dick clean. Then he pulled up his trousers, zipped up, and tossed me my dirty top.

“See you next Monday, whore,” the chief said as he walked around his desk. He sat down on his chair, calm and collected. I barely could tell he had just fucked me, only the gleam of sweat on his brow betrayed his exertion.

“She’ll be here,” Chris said as I pulled up my daisy dukes, smearing jizz up my thigh.

I buzzed on the way back to the vehicle.

“You were fucking amazing, Velvet,” Chris praised once we climbed into the cab of his beat-up, old Ford F-150 pickup truck. “That old bastard went to town on you. How many times did you cum?”

“I lost track,” I answered. Smiling, I stroked his rock hard cock through his blue jeans.

“Fuck it was hot!” His eyes fell on my huge knockers straining at my stained cowboy shirt. He push his seat back all the way. “I could really use a nice titty fuck.”

Fresh juices gushed from my pussy. “In the parking lot of a police station?”

He grinned at me, those gorgeous brown eyes staring at me with lust. “Hell, yeah! I need to cum so bad after watching that.”

I untied the knot of my shirt, letting it fall open. My melons spilled out into his hungry hands. I whimpered as he squeezed and knead them. Then he pinched my fat nipples, twisting the nubs. The pleasure went straight to my cunt.

Moaning, my hands undid his jeans. I ripped down the zipper and reached in. With deft skill, I freed his long, thin cock. I grinned at him as I stroked his shaft, loving the feel of him in my grip, so hard and eager for me.

“I love your hooters, babe,” he groaned.

“Then you better stop playing with them so I can take care of your dick,” I purred, rubbing my thumb along the crown of his cock.

Chris groaned as he released my tits. They swayed before me. I cupped them, my fingers slimmer than his. I piled my tits around his cock. They were so massive his dick vanished between them. I pressed them together, loving the feel of his shaft between them. So warm. I felt the twitch of his heart.

I looked up at him, grinned.

“Damn, you are wonderful, Velvet,” he said.

Shuddering, I pumped my tits up and down his cock. He moaned, his hips bucking as the velvety smooth skin of my melons drove him crazy with passion. I worked them up and down, my nipples throbbing, begging to be touched. From the side, the didn’t rub into his stomach.

A pity since he had rippling abs.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter even without the stimulation of my nipples. Just working my tits up and down my boyfriend’s—my owner’s—dick made my cunt drip with juices. More than Chief Hayworth’s cum soaked into my daisy dukes now.

“Oh, fuck, babe!” Chris groaned, his bluff, handsome face twisting with pleasure. “That feels fucking amazing! Faster!”

“Like this?” I asked, working them up and down.

“Yes, yes!” He shifted in his seat. “Just like that. Damn, babe, you’re amazing.”

I smiled at him then shivered as I felt his precum making my tits feel sticky. The clear liquid bubbled from the tip, running out of him like water from a leaky faucet. I savored the sight of his pink crown emerging from my tits before I slid them back up and engulfed them.

My fingers dug into my boobs as I worked my melons as fast as I could up and down his shaft. He grunted and groaned, proof that I pleased him. That made me shiver. Such excitement brewed inside of me. I wanted him to erupt. I was so eager for his jizz to spurt all over me.

“Are you going to cum all over my tits?” I asked then licked my lips.

“Hell yeah!” he groaned. “I’m going to paint you in cum!”

“That sounds wonderful,” I moaned.

His face contorted as I pumped my tits up and down his shaft. I could feel it building in him. His orgasm. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I wanted him to erupt so badly. I wanted him to bathe me in his cum, to show everyone I was his girlfriend-whore.

His wicked slave-lover.

“Oh, fuck!” he panted, his eyes squeezing shut. “Jesus, keep pumping those hooter! Fuck, fuck!”

I slid my titties up his dick, staring down at the crown. I could feel it. I loved this moment. I engulfed the tip of his cock again. Then I slid down his shaft. The spongy helmet appeared, the slit bubbling with precum.

“Shit!”

His cum spurted hot into the air. Jets of spunk erupted from between my melons to splash across my cheeks and lips. My tongue swiped out, tasting his salty delight as he kept firing. Jizz blasted into the air, splattering my forehead, painting my nose. More cum raining down onto my tits, spilling across my heaving mounds.

I moaned in delight, my tongue flashing out to gather up every drop of cum I could. I kept pumping my tits up and down his dick, squeezing out every last bit of his jizz. His pearly spunk spilled down his shaft and coated my boobs, making such a sticky mess.

“Velvet,” he groaned.

“Mmm, so much yummy cum,” I moaned.

I sat up and lifted my right melon to my mouth, staring at the pearly rivulet running across my flesh. Thanks to my big boobs, I could lap at part of that line, drawing up that yummy cum to enjoy the flavor on my tongue.

After I swallowed, I asked, “Was that a good one, Chris?”

“You bet, babe.”

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Friday, July 26th, 2014

“Why do you want to work for Double D Coffee?” Chris asked Faye Reid.

“I’ve never been shy of showing my body off,” she answered. She had a gorgeous body; the redhead was blessed with tits almost as big as mine, and her smile was saucy, inviting. She’d drive any male who saw it crazy with lust.

The three of us sat in Chris’s small office he rented in a building on East Main Street. He and I had spent the last few days interviewing girls for our grand opening tomorrow, sifting through the potential candidates to find the hottest, bustiest girls to work for us. We already had four other girls hired, but we figured we need six to run the stand, two girls working the morning shift and two girls working the evening shifts. I was the fifth girl and Faye would make the final one.

If she pleased us.

Today, I wore a tight halter top that molded to my G cup hooters and a very short jean skirt. Faye wore a loose t-shirt that did little to hide the curves of her tits, and a pair of low-cut skinny jeans, her pink thong peeking out.

Such a teasing look.

The office was filled with a sweet incense, jasmine mixed with vanilla. The burning sticks weren’t your normal incense you bought at the store. They were made by Sam, Mark’s Vizier, a variation on the ones she gave Willow for her gynecological clinic. The magical incense made our interviewees more docile, more accepting of the duties they would have to perform at our coffee stand. Candy, Sam’s girl-toy, told me all about them the night Chris bought them from Sam. I’d been the payment; Sam fucked me all night long in exchange for ten sticks. It was fun fucking a woman with a dick, especially feeling her breasts press against mine as a wonderful slab of girl-cock pumped inside my cunt.

“So you’re comfortable being naked in front of strangers?” Chris asked Faye.

The redhead blinked. “I thought the job was working at a bikini barista stand?”

“It is,” I answered. “Except our girls only wear the bottoms.”

“So we wear pasties?”

“Nope.”

“We’re giving our customers so much more than those other stands,” Chris explained. “At our stands you can see giant, naked titties. Now doesn’t that sound like something you want to be a part of?”

“Sure, I guess,” she said, the sweet odors working their magic upon her.

“So let’s see you naked,” Chris ordered. “I need to make sure you’re up to our high standards.”

Freckled face blushing prettily, Faye pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her boobs strained at a black bra, her cleavage as freckled as her face. Her breasts swayed as she unclasped the bra from behind. She slipped the straps off her shoulder, her cups sliding off her tits.

Chris and I both groaned as she unveiled her boobs.

Her breasts were magnificent. They were a little smaller than mine, so soft and heavy, jiggling in that way only a large pair of tits could. Her dark-red nipples thrust from the center of areolas the size of silver dollars. Next, she stood and kicked off her shoes. She unsnapped her jeans, zipper rasping, then she shimmed out of them. The tight denim clung to her curvy ass. I groaned at the sight of her red bush peeking out around her pink thong.

Such a naughty look.

“Thong, too,” Chris commanded.

She blushed even more, but didn’t argue thanks to that sweet scent affecting her mind.

“Your bush will have to be shaved,” I said, feasting on her beauty. My pussy grew so hot as she posed for us. My eyes flicked up and down her body, noticing the juices glistening on her fiery pubic hair. “I think she’s perfect, honey.”

“Mmm, she is,” Chris said, the bulge in his pants announcing his approval more than his words. “You’re going to be a model employee, right? And follow every direction Velvet or I tell you.”

“Yeah,” Faye answered. “I always listen to my bosses.”

“Good.” A grin cracked Chris’s serious face. “Why don’t you lie across my desk so I can see how well you fuck.”

“Um, what?” Faye asked.

“Didn’t you just promise to obey your bosses?” I asked her while I walked around the desk. I moved around her naked body and slapped her pretty ass, making her plump rump jiggle. “Get on the desk so Chris can fuck you.”

“I… okay,” she said, her words uncertain.

She rubbed at her ass as she drifted towards the desk. She shook her head, brow furrowing as she hopped onto the desk. Her big tits swayed. Her confusion only mounted as she laid back gingerly, her hands pushing obstacles out of the way.

“Um…why am I doing this?”

“I told you, we’re offering a new experience,” Chris answered. “The customers are going to be licking whip cream off those big titties and fondling your hot body. They’ll be watching as you and the other baristas cavort with each other and, for those that pay enough, they’ll get to fuck you.”

“We have a special little room in the stand just for that,” I told her as I pulled off my own top. I beamed at her, so excited to sell my body for the stand.

“It’s what I want you to do,” Chris continued.

“I… okay,” Faye mumbled, heavily under the effects of the incense. Chris and I had to take a pill before we lit the incense to keep us from being similarly affected. “That seems alright”

Chris pulled her legs until her ass rested at the edge of the desk; her cunt at the right height for his cock to fuck her. As wet as she was, she didn’t need any foreplay. I watched Chris’s muscular ass flex as he thrust into her. She squealed in pleasure as he buried his cock into her, leaning back.

I licked my lips, watching the show. Faye’s heavy melons rolled like waves from the force of my boyfriend’s thrusts. He pounded her hard and fast, thrusting into her, using her cunt to satiate his cock. I loved the sounds he made, grunting and groaning as he fucked the redhead’s pussy.

“Mmm, you like taking his cock, don’t you, slut?” I said as I slipped off my skirt, letting it fall down my thighs.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned, her face contorting with pleasure. “Oh, he’s fucking me so hard.”

“Yes, he is,” I purred. I peeled off my thong next, the cloth momentarily sticking to my shaved, dripping cunt. I shuddered as I popped off my top, freeing my breasts. I advanced around the table, smiling at Chris. “Ever eaten pussy before, slut?”

“No,” she moaned, her eyes glassy as they stared up at my tits jiggling above her.

Chris grinned at me, staring at my tits. I gave him a pose before I climbed onto the desk, straddling Faye’s face. “Well, you’re going to love eating my cunt, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” she murmured dreamily. “I think I’d like that.”

“Because you love eating pussy as much as you love fucking cock?” I asked her, my hips wiggling back and forth as I hovered my pussy right above her mouth. I so wanted to sit on her, but it had to be at the right moment.

“Uh-huh, Velvet. I love to eat pussy and I love fucking cock!”

“Good girl.” I smiled and lowered my snatch to her waiting lips.

Chris groaned as I settled my pussy on Faye’s face. I purred as her tongue darted out. It felt so wonderful as her lapping tongue parted my pussy lips. I trembled atop her, pleasure whipping through my body as she licked again and again.

I watched Chris’s dick slamming into her cunt. It was so hot witnessing my boyfriend’s flesh joining with hers amid the swath of her fiery hair. It made me groan and squirm on her mouth, delighting in her tongue fluttering through my folds.

“Damn, I love watching your tits,” groaned Chris. “Suck on a nipple! I love when you do that while riding a slut’s face!”

My boyfriend—my owner—gave me a command. My pussy clenched about Faye’s tongue as I grasped my right tit. With Chris’s brown eyes fixed on my breast, I brought my nipple to my lips. I engulfed my nub, sucking on it, moaning. I loved nursing myself. I twisted my boob, rolling the fat nub between my lips. Then I bit just hard enough for the pain and pleasure to mix wonderfully together.

All the sensations ran down to my pussy being so thoroughly devoured by the redheaded slut. Her tongue danced through my folds, teasing me, driving me wild. I groaned, my back arching as the pleasure spilled through me. She felt so good. I moaned about my nipple.

“How’s her tongue?” Chris asked.

I popped my nipple out from between my lips. “Ooh, she’s doing great.” I shuddered as Faye jammed her tongue deep into my cunt and swirled it around. “I think she’s the best yet.”

Chris grinned, thrusting harder.

“How’s her pussy?” I asked, shuddering as the pleasure flowed through me.

“Her cunt is fan-fucking-tastic,” Chris moaned. He reached out and gave her pillowy boob a squeeze. “These tits are amazing. Almost as good as yours, babe.”

“Mine are the best,” I said with a wink.

He laughed, his cock still hammering her cunt. Shivering with delight, I sucked on my nipple, enjoying tongue bath Faye gave my snatch. Her tongue was agile, dancing around my folds. She explored every petal of my flower, searching through me, swelling my orgasm.

I whimpered about my nipple as she sucked my pussy lips into her mouth. She nipped and nibbled on them, sending such delight rippling through my body before she plunged her tongue back into my cunt. She fucked it in and out of me like a mini-cock, stirring my passions up.

“Chris…” I moaned, releasing my nipple. “Oh, fuck, Chris, she’s going to make me explode!”

“Yes!” he snarled, slamming into Faye so hard. “Do it. Cream her face!”

The girl found my clit and sucked on it. My eyes widened as she moaned about my bud while teasing it. My pussy clenched hard. Spasms wracked my entire body. I moaned, my tits heaving before me as my orgasm exploded in the depths of my cunt.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, my cream gushing out of me. “Drink my juices! Oh, fuck, you’re one delightful slut!”

Faye abandoned my clit to lap up the juices flooding out of my cunt. I groaned, shivering in delight. Her tongue fluttered over and over through my snatch. She lapped me up, driving me wild. My eyes squeezed shut as the bliss flowed through me. It felt incredible. It me shivering and shuddering, my body convulsing atop her.

“Goddamn, Velvet, but she has an amazing cunt!” Chris moaned.

“You gonna cum in her?” I asked, leaning over and grabbing Chris’s shoulder for support as a second orgasm rippled through me.

“Fucking A, I am!” he groaned.

I kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth the same way Faye thrust her tongue into my convulsing cunt. His hands found my tits, squeezing, kneading, adding to the pleasure her tongue was churning in my womb.

My pussy kept spasming, pleasure spilling over and over through me. Chris squeezed my tits hard. He growled into our kiss. His shoulders tensed. Then his body trembled. I knew he was cumming in the slut’s pussy.

“Fuck, yes!” he growled, breaking the kiss, his fingers pinching my nipples.

“Yes, yes, yes, fill her with all your cum, Chris!” I howled, my eyes glassy with pleasure. “Ooh, just spurt it all into her!”

“He is!” the slut moaned into my pussy.

“Christ, she’s milking my cock!” Chris moaned. “Damn, that’s an amazing pussy. Velvet, she’s perfect.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my orgasm peaking through me.

My body buzzing, I almost fell dismounting Faye. I caught myself on the desk, my tits heaving. She just stared up at me with a happy look on her face, cheeks and chin drenched in my juices. She whimpered as Chris pulled his softening dick out of her cunt, his cum matting her fiery bush as it leaked out of her.

“I think I’m going to like working for you,” Faye moaned as she sat up.

“You will, slut,” I told her as I stretched.

“C’mon, let’s meet the other girls,” Chris said.

He opened the door that led to our small conference room, a simple table—the folding type you’d see in a church’s fellowship hall—and several cheap, metal chairs dominated the room. Four busty women lounged around the table. They all broke into smiles when they saw Faye.

“You’re just so beautiful,” Kasey gushed with such a motherly look on her twenty-one-year-old face. Despite being the the youngest, she just had this maternal air about her. With an exuberant squeal, she hugged Faye.

“You are gorgeous,” purred Tien, a busty Vietnamese woman. Her hair, dyed a garish blue, gave her a pixyish quality.

Bleach-blonde and tanned Roxane was the next woman to give Faye a hug, and the first to give her a kiss. Hailey, her glasses perched on her vixen face, was next. She, too, gave Faye a passionate kiss while her naughty hand groped Faye’s naked tit.

Blushing, Faye said, “Thanks for the warm welcome.”

“Okay ladies,” Chris barked. “We have a lot to do before tomorrow’s grand opening!”

The girls all cheered. We were all excited.

* * *

Saturday, July 27th, 2013 – Velvet Gibbs

The grand opening was going great. All the girls were here: Hailey and I manned the stand while Roxane, Faye, Tien, and Kasey were out on the street corner holding signs and shaking their big, naked tits and asses covered by the tiniest of string bikini’s at the passing cars. A line of vehicles waited, customers eager to get their coffee.

We’d already made a couple hundred in tips.

“Holy shit, you girls are going to get arrested,” a young man with a scraggly beard said as he handed me a twenty through the service window.

“We got an exemption,” I answered, leaning out so my tits practically dangled in his face as I handed him his coffee.

Hailey pressed her F cup tits into my back, her nipples twin points. She reached around me and hefted my melons at the customer, her fingers feeling so naughty on my tits. “I bet you’d love to suck Velvet’s hooters?”

“Fuck,” the guy said. He cast a look around and then, swallowing, he leaned in and sucked my nipple into his mouth. It was brief, just enough for me to groan, but my pussy appreciated.

“For a hundred you can do a lot more than suck on her tits,” Hailey purred, her fingers slipping down beneath my g-string, brushing my aching clit.

“Are you saying…?”

I grinned and purred, “You can whip my cream with your whisk.”

Hailey’s fingers came up glistening with my pussy juices. “Her cream is delicious,” she cooed, taking a lick. “Mmm, that’s yummy.”

“Goddamn it,” the guy muttered. “I got to get to work.”

“Maybe next time,” I giggled.

I swapped places with Hailey, it was her turn to flirt with the customer while I made the order. The next customer pulled up. A young man whose his eyes looked about to fall out as he ogled us. I smiled at him, winking while Hailey brandished her tits.

His mocha made, I came up to the window with the can of whipped cream in hand. I shook it up as I smiled at him, aiming the nozzle at the drink. I pressed it. With a whisk, cool cream “accidentally” sprayed over my knockers, coating them.

“Oh, shoot,” I pouted. “Look what I did.”

“Oh, no,” Hailey said with mock shock. A mischievous grin grew on her vixen face. “Mmm, let me help you out, Velvet.”

“Holy fucking shit!” the guy exclaimed as she bent down and took one long lick across my tit. She scooped up the frothy white mess, grazing my nipple in the processs .

A tingle ran down to my pussy.

She didn’t stop there. Her tongue explored my areola before her lips engulfed my fat nipple and she sucked so hard. A powerful jolt raced down to my hot cunt, my juices, having already overwhelmed my bikini bottoms, ran down my thighs.

“Oh, Hailey, that feels so wonderful,” I purred.

Hailey’s popped off my nipple. “There you go, Velvet.” She licked her lips. “Mmm, all clean.”

“Thanks.” To reward her, I seized her by the back of the neck and pulled her to me. Our huge titties pressed together as our lips met in a big, sloppy kiss. I tasted the sweet whipped cream lingering on her lips.

“Holy fucking shit,” the young man groaned as we kissed. “That’s just… Jesus, your boobs, they’re… Goddamn, this is awesome!”

Hailey broke the kiss, a naughty twinkle in her eye. She seized the drink and leaned out the window to hand it to him. As she did, she caught the back of his neck, her tits dangling over the side of the booth, and planted a hot kiss on his mouth.

The boy looked dazed when she broke it and purred, “Twenty dollars. Plus tip.”

“Yeah,” he said, not even questioning the obviously inflated priced. He produced a twenty from his wallet along with a five. “Goddamn that was hot.”

Hailey blew him a kiss then winked at me. “You’re up.”

I moved to the window as the next car pulled up to the stand. I shivered as I recognized the driver. “Well if it isn’t Mr. Beck,” I said with such throaty excitement. I threw a look over my shoulder to Hailey. “He was my math teacher.”

“Is that Velvet Gibbs?” he exclaimed, his brown eyes fixed on my naked knockers. “You were always such a delight.”

Hailey hefted my boobs as she hugged me from behind. “I know just what you mean,” she laughed. “Dirty old teacher, you shouldn’t stare at your student’s big titties. Even if they are so luscious.”

Mr. Beck flushed.

“It’s okay, I liked it when you stared at my tits,” I told him, my pussy itching. I was so horny. So I need of getting naughty. “Sometimes I would fantasize about fucking you in the classroom.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Mmm, we offer a special service here,” I continued, leaning out so my tits practically dangled in his face. “For a hundred dollars, you can join me back here and we can have some private tutoring. I’m all grown up and legal now.”

He licked his lips nervously, sweat beading around his widow’s peak. “You mean…?”

“We can work on my math,” I cooed. “What does one cock plus one pussy equal?”

“A great fucking time,” Hailey answered, her fingers digging into my tits.

“Exactly!” I exclaimed. “But we should work out that problem and make sure Hailey’s solution is correct.”

“I don’t have that much cash on me,” he said, crestfallen.

“That’s okay, we take Visa, MasterCard, and American Express,” I answered. “But not Discovery card. I’m not sure why that is?”

“Fuck, this can’t be happening,” he muttered, pulling out his wallet and handing me his MasterCard. “How am I going to explain to my wife that I spent a hundred on coffee?”

“You needed your energy,” I giggled while swiping his card. After a moment I handed him back his receipt. “Just park over there and come knock at the back door.”

Our shack was a little larger than the average coffee stand you found in Washington State. We had a side room that was slightly bigger than an airplane’s lavatory—just enough room to get fucked in. Hard.

“Have fun,” Hailey purred then gave me an encouraging slap on the ass. “God, you’re lucky.”

I winked at her, loving how envious she was that I got our first special customer of the day. I opened the door, turned on the light—activating the overhead camera—and waited for my first customer.

A minute later, Hailey let him in.

“Mmm, I’m ready to learn, Mr. Beck,” I purred as he stalked in.

Lust filled his eyes as he drank in my lush, naked tits. With a snarl, he pounced on me like a mighty lion. I groaned as he pressed me against the wall, his mouth on my neck, his hands pawing at my huge tits. He growled as he enjoyed me, so eager to finally play with my naughty body.

I shuddered and looked up at the small, HD camera hidden in the ceiling. I could just notice its lens hidden among the ceiling tiles. I gave a big smile. My nipples tingled as Mr. Beck squeezed and rolled my nubs, making me squeal

I knew I was in for a good time.

* * *

Later that evening, I sat on Chris’s lap, my feet sore from working all day. “It went amazing, Chris.”

“I know,” he answered. “You should see our bank account. How many special customers did you have?”

“God, I think we each had four or five,” I answered, my pussy remembering the cocks I fucked today, those horny men who paid to enjoy my body. “Haven’t you watched the footage yet?”

“I wanted to watch it with you, babe,” he said. He planted a hot kiss on my mouth. “You up for it?”

“I’m not that tired,” I answered. And if Chris wanted to do it, then I would. He owned me.

In moments, Chris had the footage from the special room playing on our living room TV, streamed from his iPad. I appeared on the screen as I entered the store room, waiting for a minute. Then Mr. Beck entered. He pounced on me immediately, pressing me against the shelves.

My pussy clenched and my nipples throbbed as I remembered his touch.

“Oh, Mr. Beck,” past me moaned with wanton delight, my voice sounding different, higher-pitched

“Fuck, I wanted to get my hands on your luscious tits for years,” my teacher answered. “You were always sitting in the front row wearing those slutty tops.”

“How do they feel?”

“Wonderful!”

I looked at my boyfriend. “His hands felt great on my tits, honey.” On the screen, Mr. Beck had buried his face into my tits, his head moving back and forth. “Oh, god, Chris, he was driving me crazy with his motorboating. He rubbed my nipples hard against his cheeks. You can’t see it, but he had some stubble, and it felt wild on my sensitive boobs.”

“Christ, you’re getting me hard, Velvet,” Chris moaned, his dick swelling against my ass as he watched me whore myself out for our business.

“Oh, Mr. Beck! Suck my big titties!” past me moaned, sounding so excited.

Putting all the sensuous purr I could into my voice, I whispered into Chris’s ear, “He sucked so hard on my nipples I thought he was going to devour them. Mmm, right there he just shoved two fingers up my twat, stirring me up.”

It was so hot to watch him. Past me shuddered and heaved as he felt me up. I thought this took longer, it sure felt like such a wondrous few minutes feeling his finger probe into me, but it moments I was shuddering and bucking.

“Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes, Mr. Beck!” past me moaned. I remembered how my pussy convulsed on Mr. Beck’s stirring fingers.

“Now I’m cumming on his fingers,” I continued to whisper as my fingers worked at Chris’s pants. “I got so horny showing off for the customers that it didn’t take much to rev my engine. God, look at my tits heave.”

“Fuck,” Chris groaned as I grabbed his cock. I stroked him as I drew him out of his jeans. On screen, past me worked Mr. Beck’s cock in the same way. “Velvet, I got to be in your pussy.”

“Ooh, yes, yes, I need that,” I moaned.

I lifted my rump and shifted over until I felt my boyfriend’s cock nudge my string bikini bottom to the side. On the screen, I watched Mr. Beck violently ram his cock into past me’s cunt. I whimpered, loving that delight as I slowly impaled my juicy cunt down Chris’s cock, letting him enjoy it.

He groaned as I took him to the hilt. My eyes were locked on the screen, watching Mr. Beck pound past me’s cunt so hard. My juicy pussy squeezed on Chris’s dick. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter, my orgasm already swelling inside of me.

This was so hot to watch myself getting fucked.

“He ravished me like a wild animal,” I purred.

“I can see that,” Chris groaned as his arms wrapped around my body. His hands found my tits, mauling them as I rocked on his cock. I shuddered, my snatch squeezing on his shaft as I rose up his dick, increasing the silky pleasure coursing through my body. “Damn.”

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, sliding my pussy down his cock now, the pleasure spilling through me. “He was possessed. Mmm, he was so desperate to cum inside my sweet snatch. I think he was pretending we were back in his classroom”

Past me’s passionate squeals and Mr. Beck’s grunts filled our living room. My old teacher fucked me hard against the walls. I had my legs wrapped about him, my body undulating as he ravished me. I shivered, working my cunt up and down Chris’s dick as I watched the sight.

It was so inspiring. I wanted to bounce on Chris’s cock with such excitement. His hands squeezed my tits hard as we watched the naughty show. His fingers brushed my nipples, sending tingles to my juicy twat working up and down his shaft.

“He fucked me so hard, I thought my poor ass was going to get driven through the wall,” I moaned.

“Yeah, he used your cunt hard,” Chris groaned. His fingers seized my nipples. He twisted them. “Mmm, you’re my naughty slut.”

“I am, Chris!” I moaned, my orgasm building faster and faster.

“You dirty little girl!” Mr. Beck moaned on the TV. “Take my cum! Take it you filthy, cock-teasing whore!”

I shuddered as I watched Mr. Beck cum into past me’s pussy. I shuddered, squeezing my snatch around my boyfriend’s dick. My cunt was so hot for that treat again. I loved it when a man spurted into my cunt, just filling me to the hilt with so much yummy jizz.

“He pumped so much cum inside me, Chris,” I purred as I enjoyed my boyfriend’s thick cock inside me. Past me was howling as her orgasm swept through her, triggered by my old teacher’s jizz spurting into my depths. “When he pulled out of me, it poured out of my poor pussy and down my thighs. It took me forever to get clean.”

“Fuck, I love you, Velvet,” Chris moaned, his hips thrusting up into my cunt as I slammed down on him.. “It’s so hot watching you fuck that man. You did it for me, didn’t you?”

“I did, Chris!” I panted, riding faster on his cock. His shaft driving me crazy as it rubbed against every inch of my inner sheath. I was on the verge of cumming, every nerve in my body primed to explode. “I love you so much, I would do anything for you! Fuck anyone for you!

“I’m your slut!”

I detonated on his cock. I was lost to the pleasure for an ecstatic minute, and stars swam before my eyes as I contorted in rapturous agony. My pussy writhed about his dick. I heaved atop him, reveling in the feel of him as my pleasure surged through me.

It lifted me so high. I gasped and shuddered. My tits heaved before me as it peaked in me. Like a receding tide, my orgasm slowly withdrew. Chris’s strong arms still held me, his hard cock still impaled inside me.

“Sounded like a a good one,” Chris whispered into my ear, his voice so deep and strong.

“So good,” I sighed. “Now it’s your turn.”

I pumped my hips as Chris started the next video. This time it was Hailey, on her knees, giving a guy a titty fuck. Her glasses were perched on her dainty nose as she spouted out the most dirtiest, raunchiest words I’d ever heard.

“I want you to cover me in your fucking cum! I want to bath in it. Spill that filthy shit all over my body! I’m your little cum-slut whore! Cream me, asshole! Yes! Do it! I need your filthy jizz to cover my body. I want to massage it into my skin. Cum’s the world’s best fucking moisturizer!”

I worked faster and faster, my pussy gripping Chris’s cock. His hands moved down to my hips, grabbing them. He bounced me on my dick as we watched Hailey work those big boos up and down the customer’s cock.

My pussy shuddered, another orgasm swelling inside of me as Chris grunted and groaned. His hands held me tight. My tits heaved before me. My moans echoed with Hailey’s filthy words. They were so perverse coming from that innocent mouth.

“That’s it, you disgusting asshole, paint me in jizz!” Hailey snarled. “Do it right now!”

“Fuck!” the guy groaned.

“Damn,” Chris grunted.

As the customer plastered Hailey’s face, tits, and glasses with his cum, Chris erupted into my pussy. His hot cum spurted into my snatch. My eyes widened, reveling in that wondrous delight. Knowing I pleased my boyfriend sent such delight surging through me.

I came so hard on him. I cried out, my spasming pussy milking his cock as new surge of ecstasy rippled through my body. It carried me so high. It thrust me up into the heights of the stratosphere. I peaked, my body quivering and shivering. Such rapture trembled through me.

“Damn,” I moaned as, on the screen, Hailey was true to her word.

She rubbed the jizz into her skin with one hand while the other jilled her pussy.

“You girls are the best,” Chris sighed as we started the next video and watched redheaded Faye took a cock up her like a pro.

I snuggled happily in his arms and fell asleep in a safe, loving embrace.

* * *

Sunday, July 27th, 2014

One year after our amazing grand opening of Double D Coffee, I trembled as Chris slid the gold wedding band onto my finger.

Rose Cunningham, High Priestess of the Living Gods, turned and fixed her beautiful, youthful face on our fiance. “Do you, Christopher Young take Faye Reid, Hailey Merricks, Kasey Jeffery, Roxane Samson, Tien Nguyen, and Velvet Gibbs as your lawfully wedded wives, to love them, cherish them, and to completely share your life with them?”

“I do,” Chris said, fixing each of us with his handsome eyes as we stood in a half-circle around him.

We all wore beautiful wedding dresses, each a different style, but all of them showing off our well-endowed chests. It had quickly become clear in the weeks after we opened Double D Coffee, that all of the girls had—with a little help from Sam’s incense—had fallen in love with Chris. It didn’t matter how we fell in love with him, whether through a God’s power or the magic of a hermaphrodite, all that mattered was our feelings.

We loved him. He loved us.

Chris kissed each of us, starting with me, and then us brides kissed each other. I didn’t have just a new husband, I also had five new wives. The reception was a blast, we danced, partied, and enjoyed our friends and families company.

Near the end, as the reception was winding down and we were getting ready to fly to Hawaii to stay at Mark’s mansion—his wedding gift to us—Mark walked up to us, his beautiful Goddess on his arm.

“I wanted to speak to you before you left,” Mark said.

“Oh?” Chris asked. “What?”

“We’re going to need people we can trust to help us govern the world,” Mark answered. “We prefer to use our friends and family, people we know.”

Chris frowned. “What are you asking?”

“I’ve already talked to Quatch, Tom, and Karl about this,” Mark continued, “and they’ve agreed to help out.”

“I still can’t believe I agreed to let that hairy friend of yours rule the Middle East,” Mary said with a roll of her green eyes.

“He’s a great guy,” Mark protested. “He’ll do just fine. Anyways, Chris, how would you like to rule South East Asia for us when the time comes?”

My husband blinked then said, carefully, “I don’t… know.”

“The perks are great,” Mary answered. “Eternal youth for you and your wives. You just have to bind your souls to us.”

Mark grimaced. “It’s a little distasteful. But it doesn’t take long. I really need your help, man. Mary and I can’t administrate the entire world on our own.”

Eternal youth. My tits would never sag. “Do it, Chris,” I urged. “You don’t want your wives to get old and wrinkly, do you?”

“Sure,” Chris answered, his eyes flicking down to my knockers. “I’ve always wanted to go to Thailand.”

I squealed, threw my arms around Chris, and unleashed a flurry of kisses on his cheeks and mouth. I would be young and beautiful forever with the six people I loved in the world. What more could a barista want?

The END of Velvet’s Tale

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