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The Devil’s Pact Chapter Two: The Salon

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

Chapter 2: The Salon

by mypenname3000

© Copyright 2013


Story Codes: Male/Female, Female/Female, Mind Control, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Oral, Work, Magic

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Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Mary Sullivan – Spaneway, WA

I stepped out of the Starbucks into the sunshine feeling like a whole new woman. Maybe it was because I am a new woman. When I awoke this morning, I was simply Mary Sullivan: college student and barista. Then Mark appeared at my work. And in a few minutes his presence had transformed me; awakened desires long buried in my heart and showed me pleasures I had never dreamed I could experience.

He had peered into my soul and I had peered into his and we found the same thing—love.

Now I’m his woman. His lover. The thought sent a warm flutter through my stomach. Mark had known me – known my body – more intimately than anyone before. He knew every part of my body, even my ass. I rubbed my butt, which was still a little sore. It was a pleasant ache that reminded me of Mark’s cock plunging deep into me, and how good it felt when his cum squirted hot and wet deep into my bowels. No man, no object, had ever been up my ass before. My ex-boyfriend Mike had always begged me for anal. I had always said no, thinking it was too dirty, and I feared it would be painful. Instead, Mark showed me that it could be pleasurable.

I guess the reason I never let Mike bugger me was trust—I didn’t trust him not to hurt me. He always had cared more about his own pleasures than mine. I would be lucky if he lasted long enough for me to cum. And then he would just roll off me and fall asleep. I usually had to masturbate while he snored next to me. His idea of foreplay was to paw at my breasts, maybe suck my nipples, and then plunge his cock right in. I usually had to use lube, because he rarely got my pussy wet. He loved for me to give him blowjobs and to cum on my face, but I never could get him to eat my pussy.

I had been dating Mike since my junior year in high school. He took my virginity in the back seat of his mom’s Honda after prom. He had been my only lover, so I didn’t really know what I was missing out on until Mark.

And I hadn’t just been missing out on the the pleasures a man could give. Mark had found my most secret desires, ones I had buried so deep I didn’t even know they existed, and exposed them. With my co-worker Cynthia, I had learned the pleasures a woman could give me, and the pleasures I could give a woman.

Her tongue had felt amazing on my pussy, and her vulva had been like warm silk on my lips. Shad had this sweet, tangy flavor that had been delicious. My lust for women must have always been there, deep inside me. It must be why I would get so excited at slumber parties to practice french kissing with the other girls. Why I could still vividly remember the locker room after gym class, and the youthful flesh of my classmates. Just picturing their budding breasts, slim hips, and the downy sparseness of a girl’s first pubic hair was making me cream my panties.

I glanced at Mark and my face flushed and my heartbeat quicken. There was something about him, something that I just can’t resist. He wasn’t particularly handsome. Some fat under his chin made his face look to round. And he was definitely overweight. His body was soft with a dropping gut and love handles, and he had the start of man-boobs. His eyes were definitely his best feature, deep blue pools that could pierce your soul with their intensity.

Love must be blind. Mark certainly wasn’t better looking then Mike, but I noticed him the moment he walked into my work. And it was me that Mark had fallen in love with. Not wild Cynthia, so experienced with sex, and always boasting about her one night stands with some guy or gal she met at a bar. Or fit and tanned Vivian, with her smokey, bedroom voice and cow-large breast—the type of tits guys always panted after. I was nothing compared to either of them, but Mark fell for me. And I fell for him.

I looked back at the Starbucks one last time, knowing I would never return. This morning, I entered here a timid girl and now I was leaving a confident woman; a woman that had sucked both pussy and cock and been fucked and sucked in every possible way. For Mark, I’ve become such a dirty tramp. It made him happy, and that made me happy.

“Do you have a car?” he asked me, his voice a rich, powerful baritone that was impossible to ignore, like he was reaching into my soul and playing me like violin—a master violinist making me sing perfectly for him.

“Not really,” I answered. “Mike has a truck, but he didn’t want to wake up early to drive me to work today. What with it being his day off and all.” I didn’t bother to hide my irritation.

“What an asshole.” He shook his head and lead me over to a beat-up, maroon Ford car.

Mike was an asshole. I’m glad I dumped him for Mark. I flushed in shame, remembering how I broke up with him. It wasn’t the most orthodox breakup, and I felt guilty about it. I wasn’t sure if I felt guilty for breaking up over the phone with Mike while Mark fucked me up the ass, or how naughty and sexy I felt while I did it. There was no denying just how hard I came while humiliating Mike.

Mark opened the passenger door for me and I blinked in surprise at the mess in his car. The floor was covered in fast food wrappers and empty drink cups. “Ehh.” I started to say something, but stopped, not wanting to say something mean. That wouldn’t make Mark happy. “You like McDonalds,” I quipped lamely.

“Sorry,” he said, flushing with embarrassment. “I … shit. I’m really sorry.” He bent down and started to throw some of the wrappers into the backseat.

“Clearly, you haven’t had a girlfriend in a while,” I said jokingly, trying to take the sting out of his embarrassment.

“No,” he said, a little bitter. He turned to face me, his finger gently stroked my cheek. “But I got you now.”

My heart melted and I just had to lean in and kiss him. He was such a sweetie. Not like Mike. Mike never said nice things to me anymore. Mark’s arms wrapped around me and pulled me in tight as I kissed him, his hand sliding down, and squeezed my ass through my pants. Mark must really like my ass, he’s been rubbing it all morning. I broke the kiss and slid into the slightly cleaner passenger seat. Mark walked around the car and got in, starting the engine. A fan belt screeched and the motor coughed and started.

Mark looked at me. “No offense, Mare, but that uniform isn’t the most flattering on you.”

“Mare?” I asked, pretending to be indignant. “Mare? What am I, your horse?”

Mark blinked. “I…uh… Sorry, I thought it was cute. You know, short for Mary.” He got flustered easily, and I couldn’t help but to giggle. He was so easy to tease. Mark relaxed, realizing I wasn’t offended. “Aren’t you my filly now?” he asked, jokingly.

I neighed, and broke out laughing. “I guess that makes you my stallion.”

Mark leaned over to me. “Your stallion, huh.” He kissed me hard, his tongue filling my mouth. “Your stallion’s feeling a little frisky.”

Feeling bold, I rubbed the hard bulge in his pants. “Mmhh, yes you are,” I purred in agreement. I blushed, surprised at my wantonness. There was something about Mark that just drew out my deep desires.

Mark’s hand slipped up underneath my shirt and groped my left boob through my bra, sending tingly pleasure through my body, ending down at my pussy. His mouth was on mine again and this time it was my tongue filling his mouth. My pussy grew hot and wet; my juices soaking into my panties. I shifted my thighs, rubbing my clit deliciously against the fabric, as my fingers unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was warm in my hands and throbbed with his heart beat. He moaned into my lips as I gave his cock a few strokes.

Mark pulled my shirt up, and I had to sadly let go of his cock so he could get it over my head. He then reached behind me and fumbled at my bra clasp. He cursed, and then my bra was unclasped and my tits were bare and Mark was sucking at my nipples. I moaned softly. It felt so damn good. He was switching back and forth between them, his tongue rough and wet. My hand found his cock and I stroked it again.

There was a loud rap on the window startled me and a middle aged woman screamed at us, “Perverts!”

I flushed. I was so caught up in the moment I forgot that we were still in the Starbucks parking lot. I covered my breasts as he gave me his boyish grin. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Mare,” he told me in his commanding voice. “Your breasts are so beautiful. You shouldn’t ever hide them.”

His voice vibrated my soul; he was right. My breasts were beautiful. I moved my hands and stared boldly at the woman, my right hand slid over and grasped my stallion’s hard cock, slowly jacking the warm shaft. The woman snorted in disgust and pulled her phone out of her purse. Mark put the car in reverse and backed out.

“Let’s find something a little more private,” he said, and I squeezed his cock in agreement.

Mark took us to the alley behind the Safeway at the other side of the parking lot and got out of the car, walking quickly around to my side. He opened my door and held out his hand. I grasped it with my right and his thumb caressed the back of my hand. Then he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it softly, like I was his lady. It was sweet and I smiled happily up at him. He helped me out of the car.

The air was cool on my nipples, and it felt so naughty to be topless in public—my panties were drenched with excitement. Mark spun me about and pushed me forward against the hood of his car, rubbing my ass through my pants. I unbuttoned them and shoved them down my legs; they bunched up around my ankles.

“Oh, god you’re so sexy!” Mark moaned, his fingers hooking into my panties and pulling them down my legs.

He thrust into me, fucking me hard from behind. I fell onto my elbows on the hood and gasped in pleasure as he filled my pussy with his hard cock, his balls slapping against my clit. I moaned, long and loud, delighting in how wonderfully filled up I was with his cock. He pulled back, his cock rubbing sweetly against my pussy walls, and then drove hard inside me again. And again. Pleasure tingled throughout my body; my nerves on fire with lust.

“My sweet filly!” Mark gasped. “My sweet, naughty filly!”

“Oh, fuck me!” I moaned. “Fuck your filly! Fuck me, you big stallion. Oh, God! Your cock’s so great!”

Mark fucked me hard and fast. My clit rubbed pleasurable on the cold metal on his car, contrasting with Mark’s hot cock filling my pussy. I gasped as he pulled my ponytail, hard, yanking my head back. I felt so slutty. “Ride your filly,” I moaned. “Ride me hard!”

I looked up and saw a teenage boy, maybe fifteen, filming us with his phone at the ally’s entrance. With a naughty smile I winked at the boy. Then I rose up off my elbows, using my hands support me, so the teenager could see my tits bouncing as my stallion fucked me. Mark was right; I had nothing to be ashamed of. My breasts were beautiful. I grasped my nipple and pinched it between my fingers. I was a naughty, dirty slut. My orgasm built inside me, and I squeezed my pussy on Mark’s hard cock.

“My filly’s so tight!” he moaned. “Oh, god. I’m cumming!”

My pussy contracted fast and hard as Mark’s cum shot inside me, hot and thick, triggering my own orgasm. I threw back my head and yelled wordless as the pleasure crashed throughout my body. Panting, Mark fucked me a few more times as my pussy milked the last of his cum. Sighing softly, I stood up, pressing my back against his soft chest. Mark’s arms wrapped about my waist, hugging me tightly, as his fingers caressed my stomach and played with my curly pubic hair. His cock was going soft in my pussy as he nibbled on my neck.

We were in our own world of happiness.

And then I saw teenage boy was still filming, and our private world vanished. While the teenager watching us fuck made me feel hot and sexy. The teenager watching us cuddle just ruined the intimacy. I glared at the boy and he just smirked. “Mark, some teenager is filming us,” I whispered.

“Go home!” he shouted at the teenage punk.

Clearly bummed, the kid jumped onto his skateboard and headed off. Mark pulled out of me and his cum ran down my thighs. I pulled my panties and pants up as Mark put his cock away. “The kid kinda ruined the moment,” Mark said regretfully.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Although, it made the sex hotter.”

Mark chuckled and kissed me. “Such a naughty filly.”

Smiling, I reached into the car and found my bra. Mark had broken the clasp in his haste. I held I up to him, shaking my head. “It’s not that hard to unclasps them, Mark,” I said in amusement.

“Sorry,” Mark said, sheepishly. “I’ll get you another. Speaking of clothes, we got to get you into something more flattering than that polo shirt. Although your ass looks amazing in those pants. Where’s your place at?”

My place was also Mike’s place and guilt boiled in my stomach. “I…I live…I mean, I lived with Mike. After what I did…” I trailed off, shaking my head.

I never thought I would cheat on Mike, even if I did it with my soulmate. I consoled myself by remembering that Mike had probably cheated on me with that big-titted tramp from his work. He had denied it repeatedly, telling me I was just jealous and overreacting. He was convincing, but the way that bitch looked at him sometimes made me think something must have happened.

Mark nodded. “Yeah, that was pretty mean of me, so don’t feel bad, okay Mare.” It was sweet of Mark to try and assuage my guilt. And it did help a little. “It was just so…” he trailed off, searching for a word.

“Naughty?”

That boyish grin came back and he nodded. “It was. So naughty.”

“So, I don’t think I can face him, not yet.” I reached into the car and grabbed my black polo and pulled it over my head. The fabric rasped pleasantly on my nipples, still a little sensitive from my orgasm.

“Okay, Mare. Let’s go shopping and get you some new clothes.”

I hugged Mark in delight. Mike never wanted to go shopping with me. Remembering how badly Mike used to treat me also went a long way to make me feel less guilty. “Okay, let’s go shopping.”

We got back into his dirty car. He was definitely going to need to clean it if he expected me to ride around with him. He turned the key and the engine starting with a loud sputter, and he drove us out of the parking lot and onto Pacific Ave, the main road through Spanaway and Parkland and into Tacoma. As we drove, I realized that Mark and I had done just about every sex act I had heard of, and I didn’t even know his last name. So I asked him.

Mark blinked at me. “Wow. I guess we don’t really know much about each other. Well, let’s see.” He paused, thinking. “I’m Mark Glassner. I’m twenty-seven. Umm, I’ve been working shitty jobs since I was eighteen. Currently, I sell vacuum-cleaners door-to-door.”

I couldn’t help laughing at that. “People still do that?”

“Not that successfully,” Mark answered. “Most people listen politely, then politely tell me to go fuck myself.”

“Well, Mark, I’m surprised that you’re not that good at it. Since you convinced three strange girls to have an orgy with you.” I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering how he had done that. His voice was so commanding that you just obeyed him. Was it something you could learn?

Mark seemed a little uncomfortable, so I changed the subject. I would pry that secret out of him eventually. I had my whole life ahead to do it. “What about your family?” I asked.

“I have a little sister,” Mark said. “Although, I guess Antsy not so little any more since she started college last year.”

“Antsy? That’s a…um…unique name.” I was trying not to giggle.

“It’s short for Samantha,” he explained. “When she was a little kid she couldn’t sit still, so my dad started calling her Antsy. My sister still lives with my parents while she’s going to school, but I…I moved out when I was eighteen.”

His voice sounded bitter and I sensed some pain. I rubbed his thigh consolingly. “My mother wasn’t a great parent,” I told Mark in an understanding tone.

“It was my dad,” Mark said after a long pause. “He was fine until I was eleven, and then he hurt his back, or so he claimed. He was a longshoreman at the Port of Tacoma, and so he couldn’t work anymore and he went on disability. Money got tight. My mom had to start working and my dad…” Mark snorted with derision. “My dad started drinking. And then he started getting abusive. To me. To my mom. And sometimes even Antsy. I stood up to him when I got older and realized I was as strong as him. So the bastard kicked me out when I graduated high school. I’ve tried a bunch of times to convince my mom to leave him, but she won’t. She says she loves him, but I think she’s too scared of being alone. Since I moved out, my mom claims that he stopped hitting her, but…”

“But you think she’s just trying to protect you,” I finished, squeezing his thigh reassuringly. He nodded.

Mark cleared his throat. He was doing that guy thing where they pretend they weren’t about to cry. “So what about you,” he croaked, voice thick with suppress emotion. He cleared his throat again. “What’s your last name?”

“Sullivan,” I answered, immediately. “I’m nineteen. I have two sisters. Shannon’s my older sister and Missy’s my younger sister.”

“I definitely need to stop thinking of my sister as a kid since I’m dating someone the same age,” Mark quipped.

“You’re just a cradle robber,” I joked back. “Seducing innocent young girls with your lecherous ways.”

We stopped at a red light and Mark bent over and kissed me, “Guilty as charged,” he whispered, kissing my cheek and nuzzling at my neck. The light turned green and a horn blared behind us. He grinned boyishly at me and continued driving.

“I work part-time at Starbucks. Or, at least I did,” I flushed as I savored the memory of what we did this morning. “It was helping to pay for college, so I hope you step up your vacuum-cleaner salesmanship to keep me in the poor lifestyle I’ve become accustomed to.”

“Money’s not going to be a problem, Mare,” he told me with confidence. That nickname, Mare, was starting to grow on me. I kinda wished I had one for him. Mark doesn’t really shorten into anything. Except Mar. And that sounds silly. Maybe Ark? No. He’s not a big boat with a bunch of animals on board. Stallion was a fantastic nickname for when we were fucking, but seemed a little too weird to use otherwise.

“So where are you going to school?”

“I’m attending DeVry up in Federal Way,” I answered, “working on a graphic design degree.”

Mark smiled and nodded appreciatively. “I didn’t know I was dating a talented artist. I would love to see your work.”

I blushed. “I’m not that good,” I said. People, mostly my dad and my sisters, said my art was amazing or beautiful. I, however, always saw my flaws and mistakes. “But, I’ll show you, if you want.”

He squeezed my hand on his thigh and brought it up to his lips, kissing my fingertips. “I do.” He held onto my hand, driving with just his left. Mark turned right onto 512, the freeway towards South Hill and its mall. “You said your mom wasn’t that great of a person?” he asked, merging onto the freeway.

I hesitated. I didn’t like talking about my mom. Mark squeeze my hand reassuringly. “You don’t need to talk about it, if it’s to painful.”

I breathed deeply. Mark was my soulmate. He deserved to know. “When I was six, my mom …” I broke off, wiping at the tears welling in my eyes. Even after so many years it was painful. My mom left a wound in my heart that opened every time I thought about her. “She left my dad. She was cheating on him and just ran off with this musician.” I paused, fighting back sobs. How could that whore abandon us.

I regained my composure enough to continue. “Dad was a wonderful parent and did his best to raise my sisters and I, but mom’s abandonment hurt him deeply. Hurt all of us deeply. He didn’t smile as much and had hard time dating women. I think he found it hard to trust after that. He really loved her, and my mom didn’t even tell anyone she was leaving; she just packed a suitcase and left a note. Dad showed it to me when I was older. She wrote that she wasn’t happy with her family. She wanted to have fun, go out partying. To enjoy wild sex. She wrote that my sisters and I were just holding her back with responsibility.”

The tears were flowing now. It still hurt after all these years. What mother abandons her children so she could have fun? Never once in the last thirteen years had the whore ever as much as sent a birthday card. Dad said she didn’t even contest the divorce. Just signed away her parental rights so she could whore around with that musician.

Of course, I’m just as much a whore. I cheated on Mike and then ditched him. Sobs wracked my body as I realized that I was my mother. How could this have happened? Oh God, how did I become her?

Mark’s arms enveloped me, pulling me into his chest. His hands stroked my hair gently. I was crying so hard that I didn’t even notice him pulling over to the shoulder. He rocked me in his arms, and whispered, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not going to abandon you. Shh.”

“That’s…not…” I sobbed, trying to speak. I started to hiccup. “I’m…my mother! I’m just as…bad! I’m a…a whore!”

“No you’re not,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “You’re an angel, not a whore. You and Mike were just dating. You didn’t marry him. You guys didn’t have any kids. You didn’t abandon your family to go have fun.” I nodded and hiccuped. My tears stopped and I sniffed loudly; I rubbed at my eyes, wiping tears away.

“And your dad never treated your mom badly, right?” Mark asked. “He never was an asshole to her, like Mike was to you?” No, Dad was always sweet to Mom. They never even fought. I had thought they were in love. “No. Dad loved her. We were always catching them kissing.”

“Did Mike ever love you,” Mark asked. “Or did he just love sleeping with you?”

I thought about it. Mike was always at me for sex, but I had to badger him to take me out on dates or just to spend time with me. And I never felt half as intensely about Mike as I did for Mark. He was a candle compared to the bonfire of my love for Mark. I realized what Mike and I had was just teenage lust. Mark was right. I smiled in relief. Thank God, I wasn’t my mother.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Mark kissed my cheek and he must be tasting the salt of my tears. Then he was kissing my neck, nibbling and sucking and probably leaving a hickey to match the one he gave me earlier. There was a click and my seatbelt unbuckled. I watched in confusion as Mark leaned back into his seat and pulled out his hard cock and then pulled out off the shoulder and back onto the freeway, accelerating quickly. He grinned at me and I licked my lips, realizing what Mark wanted me to do.

“I’ve always wanted to have my cock sucked while driving,” he confided in me.

Mark had been so sweet to me, so I was more than happy to fulfill his fantasy.

I bent over, lowering my face into his lap and sucked the pink tip into my mouth. I traced the mushroom head with my tongue, feeling it balloon in my mouth. His cock tasted of my pussy, sweet and spicy. A semi-truck honked his horn as he passed and I got wet knowing he could see me sucking my lover’s cock; I rubbed my sticky thighs together in pleasure. Mark moaned, making Mark happy left a warm feeling inside me. I wanted this to be special, so I relaxed my throat and lowered my mouth all the way down his shaft until his pubic hair ticked my lips and nose. I rose up, lips rubbing the ridge of his cock head, tongue playing with his urethra.

I sucked hard; Mark groaned, “Fuck that’s good! Your mouth’s amazing, Mare.”

I deep-throated him again and settled into a slow rhythm, rising up and playing with his head, then slowly devouring his cock, sucking hard. I cupped his balls, feeling their round hardness in his sack. His hand gripped the back of my head, and he forced me up and down faster and harder. His balls tightened in my hands and I knew he was about to cum. I slid my mouth up so only the head was inside.

“Here it cums, Mare,” he moaned.

His cum was thick and salty. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it poured in faster than I could handle. Warm cum escaped my lips. The car swerved wildly and I almost bit his cock in surprise. I sat up, cum running down my chin.

“What happened?” I asked as I scooped up the white and sticky cum with my fingers and licked them clean.

He grunted, still coming off his orgasm. “That was amazing, but we probably shouldn’t do that again.”

“Why,” I asked, buckling my seatbelt.

“I almost wrecked the car when I came.”

I giggled, “Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t do that again.” My pussy was still on fire and I rubbed my thighs together, my clit rubbing against my panties.

“You need to cum, Mare?” I nodded. Mark was exiting the freeway and merging onto Meridian. “Well, I know just how to satisfy you.”

“How?” I asked, squeezing my thighs hard together. Mark pulled off Meridian into a strip mall across the street from the South Hill Mall and parked in front of the Heavenly Creatures Salon. “What are we doing?”

“Well, don’t take this the wrong way, Mare, but I like my pussies smooth.”

“You want me to get waxed?” I asked, and he nodded. I had shaved my pussy once for Mike. It had been uncomfortable, and I got a bad case of razor burn. Mike begged me for weeks to shave it again, but it was such a bad experience that I put my foot down. He was an asshole for a week straight after that.

“You can get whatever wax you want, I would just love for your pussy lips to be smooth and bare.”

I thought for a moment. He seemed excited by the idea, and I wanted to making him happy. “Okay.” Maybe waxing wouldn’t be as bad as shaving.

We walked into the salon. It reeked of nail polish remover and hair spray, and I felt a little light-headed. A bored receptionist asked us to sign in, while two middle-aged women read magazines as they waited. Mark gave a few, commanding orders to the staff and customers. In a few minutes, all the girls that worked in the salon lined up before us while the customers watched. There were some cute girls working here that just made my pussy wetter.

“Which one would you like to eat your pussy?” he asked me; he must really want me to enjoy getting waxed

Which was fine with me and I grinned as I looked over the girls. Most were Southeast Asians: Thai or Vietnamese. I eyed them over, lusting after their pretty faces and the curves of their bodies. I licked my lips, thinking about the tall girl with bubblegum pink hair and large breasts straining at her loose blouse. Her face was round and her lips lush. Another girl combined a plump curviness with a sultry smile. But the petite, Vietnamese girl with the doll face and shy eyes stoked my fires. She wore the tight, pink jeans that hugged her ass and rode low on her hips. A flowery, low-cut halter top showed off a small pair of breasts.

I pointed at her and Mark motioned her over. “What’s your name?” he asked her.

“Joy,” she answered. Her voice was rich and musical, like a songbird.

“Well, Joy, I want you to give Mary whatever type of wax she wants for free.” Joy nodded in agreement. “After you’re finished, I want you to eat her pussy until she cums.”

“Yes, sir,” Joy said, and flushed shyly.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” Mark asked her. She shook her head. I about creamed my panties. I was going pop her lesbian cherry.

“Everyone,” Mark said loudly, “Joy and Mary’s lovemaking will be perfectly normal.” Mark paused, and then he grinned boyishly. “In fact, stylist if a client ever asks you to perform a sex act on them, do it. And enjoy doing it.” He turned to the customers. “Ladies, I want you to enjoy yourselves. Have these girls get you off at least once.” The customers – mostly middle-aged women, but there was one hot twenty-year old – eyed the stylists speculatively. The stylist giggled back, licking their lips.

Mark turned back to Joy, and ordered, “Do whatever Mary tells you to do. No questions.” Joy nodded.

I kissed Mark on the lips. “Thank you.” He was such a great boyfriend and understood that I had urges only a woman could satisfy.

“Have fun,” he told me. “I’m going to go buy a camcorder, so I’ll meet you back here in a little while.”

“You’re not going to stick around?” I asked. “There are some pretty girls working here.” I pictured Mark fucking the pink-haired girl while Joy ate my pussy. It was such a delightful image. I could just see his cock diving into her pussy, spreading her lips as the shaft slides in. I could hear the way she would moan, enjoying Mark’s cock filling her up.

Mark glanced at some of the stylists and sighed. “It’s the smell. I can’t stand it. It’s making me a little sick to my stomach.”

“Okay, hun,” I kissed him goodbye. And then Joy was leading back into the salon.

My pussy was on fire and my stomach roiled in excitement, as I followed Joy to a small room. At its center was a vinyl, padded table. Hanging from the wall were fluffy, white towels. A privacy screen sat in the corner for undressing. Along the opposite wall was a counter with a sink and cabinets underneath. She lit some incense – jasmine – filling the air with a sweet, heady aroma, then she motioned for me to go behind the screen. Instead I put on what I hoped was my sexiest grin, before I pulled my Starbucks polo shirt over my head, baring my breasts.

“Miss, please the screen is for changing,” she gasped, turning away from me. “Once you’re undressed, please wrap yourself in a towel.” She walked to the counter.

Joy busied herself at the counter, opening cabinets and pulling out her supplies. I kicked off my black sneakers and pulled off plain white socks. With a snap, my pants were undone and sliding down my pale legs, then I hooked my fingers in the elastic bands of my plain panties and slid them off. My auburn pussy hair was a matted mess: a mix of Mark’s drying cum and my vaginal juices. I adopted a sexy pose: right hand on my hip, left hand up in my head, legs bent slightly, and chest thrust forward.

“Ready,” I said. Joy turned and blushed, demurely looking at the ground. “How do I look?”

She shyly looked up, dark eyes roving my body. “You are very beautiful,” she answered.

“But not hot? Or sexy?” I asked, glad that she thought I was beautiful, but I was hoping for some desire from the beautiful Asian woman.

“Sorry miss, but I’m not,” she swallowed uncomfortable, “gay.”

“You will be after you eat my tasty pussy,” I purred to her and she flushed, looking down again. I licked my lips, she was so adorable. “Why don’t you get naked too.”

“Our stylist keep their clothes on,” Joy explained as she pulled her top over her head. She wore no bra and had small, round breasts – smaller than my B cups – topped with dark-olive, tiny nipples. She froze, realizing what she just did, and covered those beautiful tits in embarrassment.

“Don’t do that,” I objected. Marks words from earlier today came back to me. “Those breasts are amazing. They deserve to be seen.”

Joy slid her hands away, flushing brightly, and kicked off her sandals and slid out of her tight, pink jeans. She had to wiggle that fine ass to get her tight jeans off. Underneath she wore red, satin panties with black lace trim. Finally, she pulled her panties off in one swift motion, as if she just want to get her embarrassment over with. I licked my lips appreciatively at her smooth pussy lips. They were gorgeous and her creamy-olive skin tone made the pussy more exotic.

I reached out towards her, brushing a soft nipple. She flinched as I gently circled the areola until she was hard and erect. Smiling, I sat down on the padded table and spread my legs, revealing the sticky mess from fucking Mark behind the Safeway.

“I think I need to be cleaned, first,” I ordered her.

Joy stared at the mess and nodded. She filled a small bucket with warm water and added some coconut scented soap. Grabbing a large, soft sponge she dipped it into the soapy water and gently started to wipe the mess from my thigh. The water was warm on my left thigh, and she slowly washed her way to my pussy. My toes curled in anticipation and I sighed when she gently began cleaning my labia. The sponge was wet, and soft, and rough on my pussy, and I moaned as it brushed my clit.

I was so horny from the blowjob earlier and seeing Joy’s naked body that it wasn’t going to be long before I came. Then her sponge moved off my pussy, wiping at my right thigh and I moaned in disappointment.

“Don’t stop rubbing my pussy,” I ordered in a hiss. “I’m almost there.”

Joy moved the sponge back, rubbing slow and gently on my vulva and clit. Electricity sparked through my body. My eyes drank in the sight of her naked body, and I just had to touch her silky skin and her lush lips. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards me. I kissed her passionately, caressing her lips with my tongue before plunging it. My other hand reached out, found her tit, and squeezed the small, firm breast.

She sighed into my mouth, and then it was her tongue invading my lips. She rubbed harder, focusing on my clit, stroking the sponge in small circles on my sensitive nub. The pleasure built deep inside me. I pinched her nipple and moaned into her mouth as I came, wetting the sponge with more of my juices.

Joy kept rubbing, the sponge pressing wonderfully against my clit. I came a second time, harder than the first. My entire body convulsed and a I fell back onto the table. She never stopped cleaning me, circling my clit faster and faster. I came a third time, moaning softly; I writhed on the table as pleasure filled every fiber of my body.

“Oh, god, stop!” I beg, my sensitive clit needing a rest. “Please stop.”

“Um…okay…uh…” Joy stammered breathlessly; eyes wide with desire. She stopped rubbing my pussy and stepped back. Her entire body flushed crimson and juices glistened on her smooth vulva. “Just, um, lie back and I’ll…uh…yeah, I’ll start waxing you.”

I found flustered Joy so cute. She turned away, walking to the counter, her shapely ass wiggling as she walked. At the counter she poured an orange, syrupy substance into a tray and grabbed an applicator.

“Is this your first wax?” she asked, regaining her composure in the familiarity of her work.

“Yeah,” I answered. It was my turn to feel nervous, as she placed her supplies on a wheeled metal tray and rolled it to the table.

She sat cross-leg on a stool and looked absolutely gorgeous. Sweat beaded on her beautiful breasts, and her legs were long and sexy with shapely calves. “Okay, what type of wax do you want? Bikini, Brazilian, or French?”

“I don’t know what it’s called, but I want my vulva smooth and the hair above my pussy shaped into a cute, little heart,” I answered.

Joy nodded. “Okay, miss.”

“It’s Mary,” I told her. “I think after making me cum, we can be on a first name basis.”

She blushed and smiled shyly. “Okay, Mary, I’m going to start to apply the wax.” The orange wax was lathered onto my pubic hair and a squealed in startlement. It was cold and sticky. “This wax is perfectly natural,” Joy explained, “made from just water and sugar and a little lemon.” She started applying cloth strips now, shaping the cloth to form a heart. “This is gonna hurt since it’s your first time, okay. Are you ready?”

I nodded and she ripped. It hurt so bad, like ripping a bandaid, but so much worse. I groaned through clenched teeth. Mark better goddamn love this! He better fucking die and go to heaven when he sees me!

My vulva was on fire. I gasped in pain as a second strip was ripped out. It wasn’t as bad as the first one, and I tried to distract myself by thinking of Joy’s lips sucking on my clit and nibbling on my labia before probing her tongue deep into my pussy. Joy quickly finished, and she applied an aloe vera lotion to her hands, rubbing the lotion softly into my vulva. Her gentle touch erased the pain and replaced it with burning lust.

Then her tongue licked at my pussy, feeling intense on my now bare lips. “Oh, yeah!” I moaned, “tongue my slit.”

Delicate fingers gently spread my labia open, and my juices leaked out, running down my ass to pool on the vinyl surface of the table. I writhed in pleasure; her tongue slid into my pussy, feeling around my sensitive, inner walls. I licked my lips, and played with my hard nipples, pulling and twisting them, adding to the fire burning in my nethers.

I wanted to taste her, to drink her nectar. To share with her the pleasure she gave me. “Climb up and…ohhh fuck…straddle my face!” I panted. “I want to eat you, too!”

Joy pulled her face from my pussy, my juices streaking her lips and cheeks and she smiled lustfully at me. Quickly and nimbly she climb up and that furry pussy descended to my lips. Her wiry hair tickled my nose and cheeks as my tongue found the warm wetness of her hidden pussy.

She tasted a mix of tart and tang; her pussy juices thick and flavorful. My tongue dove deep into her as she began to nibble tenderly at my clit while her fingers softly stroked my labia. I moaned into her pussy, rubbing my nose through her slit, as my lips found her clit peaking out of its hood; I sucked hard. Joy groaned into me, her teeth gently touching my clit, scraping the sensitive nub and making my insides writhe in pleasure. My hands gripped her firm ass, squeezing her cheeks, as I devoured her, drinking her delicious nectar.

And then, two fingers slid slowly into me, wiggling about and withdrawing just as slow. Joy fingerfucked me slow and purposefully, fanning my lusts higher. My orgasm built with a burning intensity. I redoubled my efforts, lapping deep into her slit as I moved a hand down to rub her clit in slow circles.

Her ass clenched and hips rotated on me. She moaned on my clit, lips sucking so exquisitely on that spongy bit of flesh. I screamed wordless into her pussy as my pleasure exploded deep inside my womb. Ripples of electricity spasmed throughout my entire body. Juices spilled into my mouth as Joy bucked on top, cumming hard as well.

For a moment we just lay there, faces in each other’s pussies, breathing in each other’s musk. I gently kissed her pussy, tasting her one last time before she rose up and turned around. A broad smile graced her lips, her small bosom heaving, and she crawled atop me her slim body against mine. Her hard nipples dragged across my stomach up to my breasts; her wiry pubic hair tickled my thigh. She smiled down at me, her black hair spilling around our faces. She bent down, and tenderly kissed me on the lips; I tasted my sweet spiciness.

“That was nice,” she whispered and kissed me again.

“I thought you weren’t a lesbian?”

Her dark eyes stared down at me, and she smiled, “Your lips were very convincing.”

“Which lips?” I asked. “My mouth’s or my pussy’s?”

“Both,” she answered huskily and captured my lips in another kiss. “And your cute, button nose.” Her lips kissed my nose’s tip. “And your freckled check.” Wet lips caressed my cheek, kissing down to the hollow of my throat. “Those beautiful, emerald eyes.” She kissed my eyelid. “And your hard, little nipples.” I sighed in pleasure as her lips closed about my left nipple, sucking and nibbling.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the pressure of Joy’s lips on my nipples. I wrapped my arms about her lithe body and traced the line of her spine from her neck to the small of her back. Joy licked her way up my breast and neck and up to my ear, her wet tongue sending shivers throughout my body. She shifted her weight as she nibbled on my earlobe; our pussies kissed, wetly rubbing against each other. And then something hard and hot bumped into my clit, and we both gasped. Our sensitive nubs kissed, electricity arced between us.

Joy moved her hips again, bumping are clits pleasantly together. “Ooh, that feels good,” Joy cooed. Her dark eyes were wide with awe at our discovery.

She slowly rotate her hips, gently fucking are clits together. Every time her clit rubbed mine, pleasure rushed through my body. I didn’t know what this was called. Everything I heard about lesbian sex was eating pussy or dildos and strap-ons. I never heard of this clit kissing. I loved it!

I slid my hand down, grasping her small ass, her muscles flexing beneath her silky skin. I hooked my leg about hers and rocked my hips in time to her rhythm. Her hard clit would slide through my wet labia, pleasurably kissing my clit. Then my clit would be slid through her slick lips, wrapped in spongy heaven. Over and over again, each clit-kiss bringing me closer to my sweet release.

I pulled her face down and passionately captured her mouth, softly moaning into her mouth. Our nipples rubbed against each other, hard nubs kissing as ardently as our lips. A strong intensity built between us. Joy broke the kiss, staring deep into my eyes and we gasped and moaned. My heart was beating in my chest and warm feelings rose up through me. Joy moaned my name softly, her hips rotating faster now. She must be as close as I was to cumming.

“Ohh, fuck!” I panted, fingers digging into the meat of her ass. “Harder, faster!”

“Sweet, sweet Mary,” moaned Joy. “Your pussy feels amazing! Ohhh, fuck! I’m cumming! Oh, wow, I’m cumming!”

Her body writhed on mine, our hard nipples brushing, as she ground our clits together. My body tensed as I neared my orgasm, and I locked my legs about her silky thighs. I clung tightly to her as the pleasure of my cum rolled through my body.

“Oh, Joy, I’m cumming too!” I gasped.

We laid on the table, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms, and gently kissing for a few minutes before Joy reluctantly crawled off of me. She smiled shyly and gathered her clothes. I goosed her ass as she bent over, catching a glimpse of a smooth vulva dripping with our combined fluids.

Joy giggled, rubbing her ass. She found her satin panties and pulled them up her slim legs.

I stood up and admired my reflection in a floor mirror next to the bed. My pale body was drenched in sweat, and loose auburn hair was plastered to my sweaty face. My freckled boobs heaved from and my small, dusky nipples were hard little nubs. I trailed my eyes down my flat stomach and cute, innie bellybutton, then farther down to the fiery heart of pubic hair. And below the heart, a tight, girlish slit disappeared beneath my thighs. I looked hot. Mark was going cum in his pants when he saw my pussy.

“You look so sexy,” Joy said, standing next to me, handing me my panties. I smiled happily, getting the answer I wanted from earlier, and kissed Joy.

We gathered our clothes. Then we exchanged phone numbers. Finally – arms wrapped about each other’s waists – we exited the private room back to the main part of the salon and came upon a lovely sight.

The customers from the lobby took Mark’s orders to heart. The plump stylist was fucking the handle of a hairbrush into one of the woman’s vagina. Another customer moaned as one stylist ate her pussy and the pink-haired girl ate out her ass. One stylist was eating the pussy of a customer sitting in barber chair while another stylist made out with her customer, who had shoved her up against the wall; the customer had up the stylist shirt, groping her tits.

Giggling, Joy and I walked through the salon admiring the lesbian orgy that had broken out. We reached the waiting area. Mark wasn’t here yet, and I wondered what sort fun he was having. I couldn’t wait to tell him about Joy and hear all about the naughty things he was up to.

Joy kissed me one last time, “I hope you come back sometime.”

I smacked my lips, and giggled, “I definitely have to cum again.”

To be continue…

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The Devil’s Pact Chapter One: The Baristas

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

Chapter 1: The Baristas

by mypenname3000

© Copyright 2013


Story Codes: Male/Female, Female/Female, Male/Females, Mind Control, Rimming, Anal, Oral, Work, Magic

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Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its constructive, and feedback is very appreciated. This is a revised version posted 03-09-14, trying to correct the many grammar mistakes and to make it much more readable.



Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Southern Pierce County

“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 actually worked—that it wasn’t some huge prank. I had summoned the Devil, and he appeared and appeared to have granted me three wishes in exchange for my soul.

After 27 years of life, I still hadn’t gotten laid. Not even a handjob from a girl feeling sorry for me. I wasn’t an ugly guy, just average looking. Well, I was a little overweight. It was just that I was 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 current status: virgin. If I was being honest, my number one problem is fear of rejection. I only ever had the courage to tell one girl I liked her. “That’s nice,” was her kick-in-the-balls response. And the older I got, the more pathetic it seemed. What girl would want to date a guy my age with zero experience.

It was that soul-crushing desperation that brought me out to this lonely crossroad, at midnight, in the forested foothills of the Cascade Mountains.

I had read that if you buried a box containing certain items – a photograph of yourself, dirt from a graveyard, bone of a black cat, and a yarrow flower – 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 had gathered the items and buried a shoe box full of them where two gravel roads crossed.

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. He walked towards me, a handsome man, dark hair, dressed in an expensive black suit. He had a broad, friendly smile. Not the oily, fake smile a used-car salesmen wears as he tries to sell you a lemon, but an honest and very genuine grin. The only thing unusual about him was the scarlet of his 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. This was actually happening; my hands were drenched in sweat and I wiped them on my slacks. “I want to make some wishes.”

“Of course, of course,” he said; his tone was matter-of-fact. For the Devil, this was just business as usual and nothing to get excited about. “What would you like?”

I swallowed; my voice cracked as I told him my first wish: “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.”

Again the Devil nodded his head; there was understanding in his eyes—not judgment. 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 and for the first time I felt unease curdling my stomach. I swallowed my nerves; I wanted my wishes to badly to stop now. “Do we have a deal?”

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. It seemed cheap. What was my soul really worth? What had I done with my life? Nothing. All I had to show for it was 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 it; 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. I made a Pact with the fucking Devil. It was so surreal, I was starting to suspect I was dreaming. One of those dreams that were so real it was only after you woke up that you realized just how absurd it really was. My legs felt weak, wobbly like a newborn animal. I set heavily on my car’s trunk, the shocks squeaking as my weight rocked it, and I stared up at the stars as they wheeled across the night sky.

This was going to change everything. I thought about what I would do with my powers and fantasies flashed through my mind: getting even with people, living a life of luxury, and getting laid. I smiled, definitely getting laid. I made plans, playing out scenarios over and over in my mind. I would need money, a new car, a nice place to live. And most importantly, which girls did I want to fuck? Where would I find the hottest girls around here? How many would I want to keep as my personal toys?

Before I knew it, the sun was rising, blushing the horizon pink—a shy maid.

As I watched the sun, I felt different. I felt like I had been taken apart and stitched back together as I watched the stars travel across the night sky. I was remade—reborn. Better than I had been. I was no longer that virgin loser from yesterday; 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 edge of Spanaway. I was a mix of excitement and exhaustion. I felt like I could sleep the day away, but I was far too excited to put my powers to the use and finally get laid for that. Seeing one of the many Starbucks – I swear they were on ever street corner in Washington State – I realized I could fulfill both of those desires. Getting some desperately needed caffeine was just the a pleasant bonus.

I was nervous as I entered the coffeehouse and doubt started gnawing away at my confidence. All the certainty I felt watching the sun rise was leaking out of the holes my doubt had made. This wasn’t going to work, echoed in my mind. 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 on their way to work. Three baristas worked the shop. A nerdy looking guy and two, attractive women, all dressed in the baggy, black polo shirts tucked into black pants. Over such drab uniforms, they all wore the trademarked, green aprons with the Starbuck’s mermaid embroidered in white. The first barista – whose nametag read ‘Cynthia’ – was a tall women, mid twenties, with black hair cut short in a vaguely punkish style. Both her nose and her right eyebrow – above dark eyes – were pierced with gold rings; all these featured combined to give her face a certain predatory wildness.

The second female barista – Mary, who was maybe nineteen or twenty – stood a little shorter than Cynthia, with long, auburn hair pulled back into pony tail, and a heart-shaped face dotted with freckles. God, I loved redheads. Our eyes met, hers were a deep emerald, and I felt a foolish grin broadening my face. She returned my smile, gorgeous dimples appearing on her smooth cheeks transforming her face from simply beautiful to absolutely stunning.

I got in line behind a cute twenty-year old. Curly, brunette hair fell about her purple hoodie. My eyes traveled down her back to stare at perky ass covered by a jean skirt; long, tan legs, well-toned, peaked out beneath the frayed edges of the skirt. Staring at the bubbly ass, I wanted to reach out and squeeze it—my cock hardened.

Gathering my courage, I croaked out, “Hi.”

The brunette turned, eyed 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 answer; her voice had a smokey, sultry quality about it.

The holes my doubt gnawed were patched over with fresh confidence—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, grinning. It actually worked. I could do anything I wanted. No-one could stop me. “You want to please me, don’t you. Nothing makes you happier than to please me.”

She nodded, embarrassment fading and her smile growing. “What else can I do for you, Mark?”

“Can I have everyone’s attention!” I yelled, loud, confident. The entire shop full of people turned to face me. “The coffee-shop is closed now. Everyone except the staff and Vivian, need to leave. Staff, lock up the store and close the blinds.”

There was some grumbling from the customers, and a few clearly seemed confused as they walked out of the shop, wondering why they were listening to some random guy. The staff seemed even more confused as they followed y commands and closed the store. “Who are you?” asked the male barista, who’s nametag read ‘Ethan’.

“Mark,” I answered. “And we’re going to have a party.” Cynthia gave me a wicked smile, Mary a nervous smile, and Vivian bounced on her heels in excitement, clearly eager to please me. Fuck, this was amazing.

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, or 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 consternation, but he took the phone without saying a word. I turned to the ladies and smiled at them. “Vivian, Mary, and Cynthia, from now on, 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 and revealing small breasts covered by a plain, white bra. Vivian’s hoodie and shirt were already on the floor and she reached 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 kicked off her shoes and sliding her pants down her slim legs. Like her bra, her panties were a plain, boring 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 areola. 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.

Naked, 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 to feel guilt anymore. My cock ached, wanting to plunge into her juicy depths.

I turned to Vivian and her tits – large and full and clearly were a pair of C’s – were free now, as tan the rest of her fine body, except for two triangular patches covering her dark nipples. Clearly she didn’t tan topless. 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 her bikini bottoms.

I looked to beautiful Mary, with her enchanting eyes, and watched her fumble with her bra’s clasp; her face was almost as red as her hair with the exertion. Clasp finally undone, she shyly slid the straps off her shoulders and revealed small, perky breasts – B cups – spotted with freckles and dusky-pink, turgid nipples.

I grinned at her, “Very nice tits, Mary.”

She smiled back, “Thanks.” Confidence ballooned in Mary. She stood up straighter, her perky breasts thrust out. Her fingers slid into her plain, white panties waistband and quickly pulled them off. Her pussy was hidden by a forest of bright auburn, and very curly, pubic hair.

I pulled my shirt off and quickly dropped my pants 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.

“Umm, you girls are hot,” I told them. Mary giggled and somehow Cynthia’s grin grew even 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 pleasantly plump and round. “Bend over, ladies.”

They bent over; it was an amazing sight: Cynthia’s shaved lips glistened with her juices and a gold ring pierced the middle of her labia; Vivian’s brunette pubes were matted with juices, while her lips were parted, exposing her juicy depths; and 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 saw in pornos; they were real, naked girls and that made them far more attractive.

“Am I making you happy?” Vivian husked in her smokey voice, peering sultry over her shoulder at me, 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. She was special. “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! 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’s 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?” she asked, voice tight with nerves.

“I want to watch that slut make you cum, Mary!” I groaned as Vivian’s hands slowly stroked my cock 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, pleasure twitching through my shaft. Her tongue left wet trails as she licked up my dick, ending briefly at my head, giving it a quick, teasing suck, before starting at the bottom all over again. While her mouth drove me wild her fingers gently cupped my balls, rolling them between her fingers.

I watched Mary shake 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 Mary’s right breast, drawing a line down to her nipple, rubbing and pinching it between her fingers. Mary gasped and jumped at the sensation, nervously licking her lips.

“See, it’s not so bad, baby,” Cynthia cooed. Her other hand grasped Mary by the hip and pulled her close, groins and nipples pressing together. “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. Redhead’s make me so wet. I had to jill off in the walk-in after I saw you half-naked. I just stuck my hands down my pants and pinched my clit. Umm, I came so hard thinking about your tongue up my twat!”

Vivian’s wet mouth fully engulfed my cock, sucking hard, and 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 ground on Mary, kissing her way along Mary’s cheekbone to her lips. Aggressively she kissed her shy co-worker, shoving her tongue into Mary’s mouth and her hands squeezing Mary’s plump ass. Mary’s arms wrapped around Cynthia, holding tightly to her as they kissed, both girls moaning into each other’s lips as Mary’s hips started writhing in passion.

Cynthia pushed the auburn-haired girl back until she sat down on the edge of a table. Mary was breathing hard; her whole body was flushed crimson and her eyes closed. Cynthia kissed and bit at her neck, moving down to her tits. 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 then sucked it into her eager mouth and played with the hard nub with her tongue. Cynthia’s right hand slid down Mary’s stomach and disappeared between her thighs. She gasped as Cynthia’s fingers played with her pussy, body quaking 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, while her hand returned to Mary’s pussy. Her finger’s hooked and Mary jumped as they penetrated her cunt. The auburn-haired girl moaned shrilly, yelling each time Cynthia’s fingers pumped into her hot twat.

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 harder 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 out her cunt. Cynthia’s tongue was licking, tasting her pussy, caressing the lips and clit. Then her fingers began fucking Mary

“Its so good!” Mary screamed at the top of her lungs. “Oh my God! It’s so good! Eat me! Oh God! I’m gonna cum! Oh fucking God, yes!”

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, a freckled face angel; my cock exploded, several squirts of my cum filling Vivian’s mouth. I breathed heavily and looked down at the brunette slut who smiled up at me, cum glistening on her lips, and in her open mouth a pool of white swam on her tongue.

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 redhead. Mary was hissing a constant stream of, “Oh my God! Eat me! Oh God!”

My cock began to harden again as I watched Mary cum over and over, her perky breasts heaving, before she collapsed in exhaustion back on the table. Cynthia let her go and stood up; her face smeared in pussy juices, and 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 before?”

“Blind?” Cynthia giggled.

“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 – clearly my second wish for sexual stamina worked – and I looked down at Vivian still gently licking at my cock. “Sit on my dick, Vivian, and fuck me!”

“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 jiggling before my face, as she straddled my hips. My hand grabbed one, feeling the firm orb, while I buried my face in those titties. They were smooth as silk save for hard nipples that wonderfully rubbed 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 and slowly lowered down my shaft.

“Jesus!” I moaned. I was in a woman. It felt fucking 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, plunging me over and over into her sopping sheath. 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 – and my wish – kept me rigid as a steel I-beam.

Vivian hugged me tightly now, fucking me hard as her tits rubbed against my chest. Her hot lips brushed me ear and she hissed, “Oh Mark! Your cock feel so fucking great in my twat! Oh fuck! Oh goddamn fuck! I’m so happy that I get to fuck you! So goddamn happy!”

I looked to my left and saw Cynthia sitting on a table edge with her legs spread wide, while her fingers played with her hard nipples. Mary knelt before Cynthia, her face inches from Cynthia’s wet cunt. As she knelt, the auburn-haired girl’s plump ass faced me and I could just see a hint of red, furred pussy peaking shyly between slim, pale thighs.

“Start by licking up my slit,” the wild girl instructed Mary. “Give my clit a little flick and start over at the bottom.” 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,” before she dived back in.

“Uhh,” Cynthia moaned, “That’s because I’m such a dirty tart. Dig into my pussy with your tongue now, dig in deep. Oh, yeah! Just like that!”

Vivian started doing a twist with her hips, fucking me 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 to kiss me, my cum still glistening on her lips and I stopped her. “Good sluts don’t kiss a man with jizz on their lips.”

“Oh, sorry,” she moaned. “Let my tight, wet cunt make it up to you!”

My fingers dipped into Vivian’s ass crack, teasing her puckered asshole. She moaned, tossing her head and spilling brunette hair across our faces. I stuck my finer into her asshole and she gasped and stopped fucking me in surprise at the intrusion into her tight bowels.

“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! 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 on my cock, her cunt massaging me. I was so close, and moaned through clenched teeth as I shot a second load into Vivian’s warm depths. She collapsed on me, and we enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms as we watched Mary’s lesbian instruction.

“Your tongue is so limber,” Cynthia moaned; Mary’s head shaking from side to side as her lips devoured Cynthia’s cunt. “Stick some fingers in, baby!”

Mary started to lick at Cynthia’s clit as she slid two fingers slowly inside her. The air was filled with the juicy aroma of hot pussy, a heady aroma that was stirring life into my cock. 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 and pulled the girl harder against her clit. “Oh, god! I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” Her body went rigid, then shook twice and she collapsed back onto the table. “Goddamn, this girl learns fast! She’s a grade A muff diver.”

Mary grinned at me; her face smeared in pussy. Behind her, Cynthia’s legs were still spread open, revealing swollen vulva drenched in juices.

“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’s kiss. 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.

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 smoldered 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 that was messy with our combined fluids. Mary guided her to a nearby table and knelt before her. My white semen ran out of her cunt, pooling about her ass. Mary’s tongue slid across her inner thigh, cleaning up the semen and pussy juices, before her fingers spread open Vivian’s pussy and she dived her tongue 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 rear invitingly. I squeezed a cheek and then slapped it.

“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 in a considering manner as I spanked her a third time, her white ass reddening. “I just fucked my co-worker while on the clock and 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, 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 shaft was still drenched in Vivian’s pussy juices, providing lube. I moaned as my cock disappeared into her ass, sinking in easily – I was pretty sure this wasn’t Cynthia’s first time getting fucked in the ass – and I kept pushing until I felt her asscheeks on my groin. It was tight and hot and felt so different from Vivian’s wet pussy.

Cynthia moaned as my thrust shoved her hard against the column; one hand rubbed her pussy and clit, the other wrapped around the column for support as I pounded her ass. I grabbed her hip with one hand for leverage, and reached the other around to twist a hard nipple.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cynthia chanted loudly. “Pinch my nipple harder! I’ve been so bad!”

I fucked her faster, groaning into her ear. It felt so great in her ass—hot and velvety tight. So fucking great. Nearby, Vivian moaned 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, while Mary’s arms were wrapped tightly about Vivian’s waist.

God, 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 with both hands and I fucked her as hard as could. She moaned and screamed and came hard and long while her cunt massaged my shaft. 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 and I tasted Vivian’s strong, tangy flavor.

“Don’t stop,” begged Cynthia; 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 a shy girl to this sexually adventures vixen.

Vivian stepped up on my left side, her pillowy breasts brushing against me. She pressed the wetness of her cunt on my hip, grinding her clit in time with my strokes into Cynthia’s tight ass, and soft sighs escaped her lips.

“Did Mary do a good job?” I asked her, enjoying the feel of her cunt sliding like a sponge on skin.

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 played with her cunt while she bent down and sucked Cynthia’s right nipple into her mouth. “Oh, that’s good, sugar! Don’t be afraid to bite it! Ooh, yeah! Just like that!”

My hand reached out and fondled Mary’s ass. She looked up at me, smiling around Cynthia’s nipple. My fingers found her warm wetness between her thighs and I slid up insider her, eliciting a sweet moan. Vivian nibbled at my neck and ear, still grinding her cunt on me as if she was urging me to fuck Cynthia’s ass harder. I reveled in the wild girl’s tight bowels, my balls tightening as I felt my explosive release nearing.

“Take it, you dirty bitch!” I moaned slut’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 inside, then I 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, her green eyes twinkling with attraction. She was bewitching, a siren leading me to the rocks and I would gladly dash myself on her shores just to taste her perfection. I pulled out of Cynthia’s tight ass, eliciting a gasp from her parted lips.

“Stay just like that, Cynthia,” I ordered. “I want to stare at your fine ass.” Cynthia grinned at me and wiggled her ass, dirty cum leaking out of her hole. “Vivian, get down on your knees and suck my cock clean like a good slut.”

“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 sucked my cock. I pulled this wonderful, auburn-haired create tight against my right side, her wet pussy rubbing on my hip. I enjoyed the feel of her smooth skin as I caressed her back, then slid down to knead her plump ass.

“All clean, hun,” Vivian husked.

“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, fuck her. Both of you should make each other cum over and over.”

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. “You’re so gorgeous, enchanting. Fuck, I don’t know. You’re something special, a goddess.” I tasted her sweet lips again, her tongue gentle as it probed my mouth. “It made me so happy to see you be with Cynthia and Vivian.”

She smiled and kissed me, then 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 my other hand continued kneading her ass. The kiss was warm and sweet and I could almost taste her lust for me along with the musk of Vivian’s pussy.

I couldn’t say how long we kissed—my first real kiss. I was lost in pleasure of making out with this beautiful creature; the feel of her soft ass and firm breast in my hands, the hard nipple pinched between my fingers, and the electricity of her hand stroking my cock, drawing my cum out like an oil derrick. I moaned into her mouth, squeezed her ass hard, and erupted on her fingers and stomach and hip as my entire body electrified with passion. She milked my cock a few more times, squeezing the last of my cum on her stomach before pulling away, a coquettish smile playing on her lips as she 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 if 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. For some reason I cared that she enjoyed herself just as much as I had. I didn’t care if Vivian or Cynthia came when I fucked them; their pleasure didn’t matter—only mine did.

I kissed her lips, not caring that they were stained with my cum—only a slut shouldn’t kiss a man with cum on her lips. Mary was so much more than that. My hand dipped between her legs and I felt the wetness of her sex. She gasped as my fingers pushed into her cunt. I felt something against the heel of my palm, a hard, spongy nub—her clit.

My palm rubbed her clit, sweet cries filling my ears, and I started to suck and bite at her pale neck. I wanted to leave a hickey, to let the world know that 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 it 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 lips surrounded by flaming hair. I buried my face into her snatch and worshiped my Goddess with my tongue. I had never gone down on a girl and just let my instincts guide me. She tasted heavenly, like a Goddess should: a sweet and spicy dessert. 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 tip and shaft and then her warm mouth engulfed my cock. She went lower and lower and 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. You’re mine forever, right?”

Mary sniffed, “Sorry, I’m being stupid. You’re right, he was always a jerk. He never cared if I had an orgasm and never helped with the housework. He definitely never went down on me! ” She kissed me. “I’m your girl now. Umm, I can’t believe this all happening. It’s so heady, like a dream that I don’t want to wake up from.”

“You won’t,” I told her, getting lost in her emerald eyes. “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 I would never get jealous,” Mary giggled. “I love you, and there is definitely enough of you to go around.” Her hand grasped my cock. “Mmmhh, definitely enough.”

I laughed and kissed her. “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 my shaft. “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 I sheathed my cock inside her. I savored the velvety feel of her. 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 had became as one as our bodies had.

I saw love in those green depths.

It didn’t matter to me that I told her to love me. She believed it. She was mine, and that was all that mattered. I started to slowly fuck her as we gazed into each other’s souls. 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 lovemaking. 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. She would never hurt me.

I drowned in her passion, swept away by the storm of emotions that filled us both. I loved this beautiful creature—this Goddess. I finally found what I had always wanted and feared to seek, because I was too much of a coward to face the chance of rejection.

I found love.

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 like a gale.

I fucked her as fast as I could, feeling my balls tighten. Her passion massaged my shaft, driving me closer and closer to my peak. Another orgasm rippled through her cunt and a third, propelling me higher and higher towards my climax. She gasped and panted, grinding her clit against my groin and I reached the summit. 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.

I kissed her tears away and rested in her embrace. Even with my wish for sexual stamina, I need a bit of break. No. I wanted a break so I could enjoy holding her and luxuriate in her arms. I breathed her scent into my nose: herbal soap and sweat and the spicy aroma of her cunt all mixing together to form Mary. I felt safe and warm and a content happiness spread through me as we held each other. I gently nibbled 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 make each other cum and cum. I lifted up on my elbows, and looked around. They were on the floor nearby, legs scissored together, allowing their cunts to kiss each other. Their hips writhed in pleasure as the tribbed 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 so 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 too 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 that, after ordering the woman to love me and please me, I would care about her making her own decisions. Maybe I really 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 Let him know just how much you love my cock, how hard you came for me, and how I’m fucking you up the ass; where you would never let him touch you. He deserves it for being such an asshole to you.”

Mary flushed in shame. “I guess I can do that,” she mumbled. “No. I can definitely do that. The asshole deserves it for the hussy from his work!”

“Cynthia, I want you to give Mary some pointers and advice to make her first anal sex go smoothly.”

Mary bent over the table and Vivian tongued Mary’s ass and worked her fingers into Mary’s cunt. It was so hot, and my cock ached with desire. Cynthia bent over next to Mary and began to whisper in her ear. Vivian’s fingers had started a slow, steady reaming of Mary’s ass as Cynthia nibbled on Mary’s ear.

After another few minutes, Vivian – working her fingers faster in and out of Mary’s ass – said, “She’s nice and lubed.”

“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. Almost. After a few strokes, I pulled out and Cynthia moaned in disappointment. Vivian held Mary’s asscheeks open for me and I placed my cock, glistening with Cynthia’s juices, on the rosebud of Mary’s anus.

“Here I go,” I gently warned.

Mary nodded, her eyes widening as the head of my cock disappeared in. “Christ, that feels huge back there,” 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 purred, “It’s not that bad at all,” Her ass felt amazing; 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 fucked her faster now, excited to be violating her while she humiliated her boyfriend.

“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’s has!”

“What’s going on!” he asked in a panic. “Is someone making you say this, Mary?”

Mary let out a throaty laugh. Her ass jiggled every time my groin slapped into it and the table rocked. Her auburn pony tail draped across her white back, writhing like a tongue of flame, and 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. “Oh fuck! Mark’s made me cum so hard. Not like you. I’ve never felt so amazing!” She let a loud howl and her ass clamped down on my cock like vice. “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 by my new boyfriend. It was so amazing!”

“Please, Mary,” Mike begged. “This isn’t like you!”

“We’re done Mike,” she told him. “You can go crawl to that slut. Mmm, I gotta go. I’m feeling another orgasm cumming!” Mary hung up.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Vivian moaned, her fingers flying across her clit.

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 angle was good to just make out that I was buried in her ass. You could see Cynthia’s tits pressed against my arms and her tongue in my mouth, while one of her hands was squeezing Mary’s ass. You could even see Vivian’s tanned thighs alongside Mary, suggesting just how her face got wet.

“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 beautiful 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.

My balls boiled over; 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 last of my cum out. Vivian fucked herself on Mary’s face, shuddering – her big tits heaving like the swell of the ocean – 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 pulled on my clothes when Mary came on Cynthia’s face, and my auburn-haired Goddess happily smiled 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 took my phone back 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 some 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 bare 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 lesbian lovers. 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 each other on Facebook so we could keep in touch. I kissed Vivian’s pouty lips – she had washed my cum away with Cynthia’s pussy juices – and then Cynthia’s. 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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