1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

164. The Devil's Pact 1 - 3

The Devil's Pact Chapter 1: The Baristas

mypenname3000

Fantasy, Anal, Cuckold, Female/Female, Group Sex, Hardcore, Job/Place-of-work, Lesbian, Male / Females, Mind Control

The Devil's Pact

Chapter One: The Barista

"That's it?" I asked, my thumb still throbbing from the pen prick.

"That's it," the Devil answered jovially, putting the contract into his satchel. "Well, I'll be going. Unless you have any more questions, Mark?"

There was an awkward pause, as I tried to think, but I was still too amazed that it worked. After 27 years of life, I was still a virgin. I wasn't ugly, just average looking guy with glasses and a little overweight. I was just painfully shy around women. I guess it was a mix of a lack of confidence, nervousness around strangers, and a fear of rejection that led to my situation. Probably more fear of rejection than anything else. It was desperation that brought me out to this lonely crossroad at midnight in the forested foot hills of the Cascade Mountains.

I had read that if you buried a box containing certain items at a crossroad at midnight, you could summon the Devil. In exchange for your soul, the Devil would grant you three wishes. Feeling ridiculous, I gathered the items: a photograph of myself, dirt from a graveyard, bone of a black cat, and a yarrow flower. I found a crossroad formed by two gravel back roads and buried the box.

And I waited, feeling like a complete moron. And waited. And waited. Eternity seemed past, my stomach twisted into knots. I was just about to leave when the Devil appeared, stepping out of the shadows. I was stunned, my thoughts scattered at his appearance. The Devil greeted me with a friendly smile. He was a handsome man, dark hair, dressed in an expensive black suit. The only thing unusual about him was his scarlet eyes.

"Hello, Mark Glassner. What can I do for you, tonight?" the Devil asked, pleasantly.

"I...uh..." I stammered painfully, surprise tangling my tongue. He waited patiently as I gathered my thoughts. "I want to make some wishes."

"Of course, of course," he said. "What would you like."

I swallowed. My voice cracked as I told him my wishes. "A long, healthy life."

The Devil nodded. "That's good one. The second?"

"Sexual stamina," I said, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. "I want to be able to...uh...perform as many times as I want."

The Devil nodded. There was understanding in his eyes. Not judgement. Feeling more confident, I told him my third wish. "I want people to do whatever I tell them to do in a friendly and helpful manner."

The Devil grinned, a predatory, hungry smile. With a flash of scarlet light and yellow smoke, a contract appeared in his hand. The smoke smell acrid and foul, like rotten eggs. "Look it over," he said as he handed me the contract.

I did. The contract seemed straightforward. Three wishes for my soul. Seemed cheap. What was my soul really worth? What had I done with my life. Nothing. Just a cheap, one bedroom apartment, a shitty car, and a terrible job trying to sell vacuum cleaners to stuck up rich bitches. I nodded and with a flourish, the Devil produced an old fashioned, black fountain pen. He pricked my thumb with the pen and I signed the contract in my own blood. Then the Devil signed in his.

"Well, I'll be going. Unless you have any more questions, Mark?"

The Devil took my silence as a no. With a friendly smile, he vanished back into the shadows. And it hit me, what I just done. I stumbled under the weight of my actions, bumping back into my beat-up old Ford Taurus. My legs felt weak, wobbly like a newborn animal. I set heavily on my car trunk, shocks squeaking as the car rocked, and I starred up at the stars wheel across the night sky.

I thought about what I would do with my powers. Fantasies flashed through my mind. Getting even with people, living a life of luxury. Getting laid. Definitely, getting laid. I made plans, playing out scenarios over and over in my mind. Before I knew it, the sun was rising.

As the sun rose, blushing the horizon in pink, I felt different. It was as if while I watch the stars I was taken apart and stitched back together. Remade. Reborn. Better than I had been. No longer that virgin loser. I had a whole new life ahead of me. I was someone, now. Smiling, I slid into my car, started the engine, and peeled out down the gravel road to find this new life.

I drove back into civilization, passing shopping centers on the Spanaway border. I was a mix of excitement and exhaustion. I felt like I could sleep the day away, but I was far too excited to sleep. Seeing one of the many Starbucks that seemed to be on every street corner in Washington, I realized I could kill two birds with one stone. Get some desperately needed caffeine and test out my powers. I pulled into the parking lot and walked inside.

I was nervous as I entered. Doubt wracked my mind. All the confidence and certainty I felt watching the sun rise had evaporated. This wasn't going to work. Last night was a dream. A hallucination. Some horribly elaborate prank at my expense. Possibly with hidden cameras and some Ryan Seacrest look-a-like about to ambush me and broadcast my humiliation to the world as part of some terrible reality TV show.

The Starbucks was crowded with people heading off to work. Three baristas worked the shop. A nerdy looking guy and two, attractive women, all dressed in the baggy polo shirts, black tucked into black pants, and black hats. All wore the green aprons with the Starbuck's mermaid embroidered in white. One of the barista's, who's name tag read "Cynthia", was a tall women, mid twenties, with black hair cut short in a vaguely punkish style. Her nose was pieced and a second piercing was in her right eyebrow. Her dark eyes, hair cut, and piercings gave her face a certain predatory wildness. The second female barista, Mary according to her name tag, was a little short than Cynthia. She had long, auburn hair pulled back into pony tail, and her heart-shaped face was dotted with freckles. She was maybe nineteen or twenty and had the most beautiful smile, complete with cute dimples.

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

Gathering my courage my courage, I croaked out, "Hi."

The brunette turned, eyes me up and politely smiled, before turning back.

I can do this, I told myself. You're a new man. Reborn. I cleared my throat. "Hi, I'm Mark. What's your name?"

This time the brunette's smile was far friendlier. "Vivian Anders," she said. Her voice had a smokey, sultry quality about it.

This was going to work. "What color are your panties?"

Vivian blinked, clearly taken-aback. "White, with pink polka dots." Her tan face flushed. "Why did I say that," she whispered, mortified.

"It's all right," I told her. I grinned. It worked. "You want to please me, don't you. Nothing makes you happier than to please me."

She nodded, embarrassment fading, smile growing. "What else can I do for you, Mark?"

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

There was some grumbling, and a few clearly seemed confused as they walked out the shop, wondering why they were listening to some random guy. The staff seemed even more confused as they started to lock up and close the store blinds. "Who are you?" asked the male barista, who's name tag read "Ethan."

"Mark," I answered. "And we're going to have a party." Cynthia gave me a wicked smile, Mary a nervous smile. Vivian bounced on her heels in excitement, clearly eager to please me.

Once the store was locked up, I gathered everyone together. I handed my smart phone to Ethan. "You're going to film this," I told. "You're not going to speak, make noise, get in the way. You're just going to film. You're not going to get excited or aroused. Okay."

Ethan nodded, brows furrowed in confusion. But he took the phone, and he didn't say a word. I turned to the ladies and smiled at them. "Vivian, Mary, and Cynthia, from now one, nothing in the world makes you happier than to please me."

"What would please you, Mark?" Cynthia purred, licking her lips. She was definitely a wild girl.

"How about you lovely ladies take off your clothes," I answered. "Let me see those hot bodies of yours.

Cynthia gave a wicked laugh, untied her apron, and quickly pulled her black top off, exposing pale breasts cupped in a black bra. There was a tattoo of a pouncing tiger that ran from below her left breast, down across her stomach, and disappearing into her pants. Flushing a beautiful crimson, Mary pulled her black polo over her head, small breasts covered by a plain, white bra. Vivian's hoodie and shirt were already on the floor and she was reaching back to unhook her white bra, her large tits straining against the material, waiting to be set free. My was cock painfully hard in my pants. This was happening. I was about to lose my virginity to three hot girls I just met.

Mary was kicking off her shoes and sliding down her pants. Like her bra, her panties were a plain white. I glanced at Cynthia and saw my first pair of live tits. They were perky and firm, a nice handful. Maybe a B-cup. Her nipples were hard and her areolas were the size of quarters. With the bra off, I cold see the tiger's tail wrap around the bottom of her breast, up the left side and ending just above her aerola. She unbuttoned her tight pants and with a sexy shake, shimmed them off her hips. Underneath was a black, skimpy thong. I could see her tiger tattoo continued across her waist and around onto her right asscheek. Then she pulled her thong off and twirled it on her fingers, and tossed it to me. Cynthia placed her hands on her hips and gave me a challenging, lust filled stare.

Her pussy was beautiful. Fully shaved. Red lips slight spread, hinting at the warm, wet depths. A small voice whispered at the back of my mind, telling me this was wrong. I ignored it. I was a new man. I didn't need guilt anymore. My cock ached, wanting to plunge into her juicy depths.

Vivian's tits were free, now, as tan the rest of her fine body, save two triangular patches covering her dark nipples. Her breasts were large and full, definitely C cups. Her panties were indeed white and covered in pink polka dots. Vivian stepped out her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed, brunette bush and the tan lines left by bikini bottoms. Mary was fumbling with her bra clasped, face almost as red as her hair. Clasp finally undone, she shyly slid the straps off her shoulders and revealed small breasts spotted with freckles and pink, turgid nipples.

I smiled at her. "Very nice tits, Mary."

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

I pulled my shirt off and quickly dropped my shorts and underwear. Cynthia licked her lips hungrily as she stared at my cock, a vixen in heat. I stared at each of them. Cynthia the most confident and Mary the more reserved. All three were gorgeous. All there were going to be mine.

"All three of you are so beautiful," I told them. Mary giggled and somehow Cynthia's grin grew more wicked. "Turn around for me. Let me see those asses." Three beautiful asses faced me. Vivian's tanned and toned, Cynthia's slim and tattooed, and Mary's fuller, rounder ass faced me. "Bend over, ladies." The bent over. Cynthia's shaved lips glistened with her juices and gold ring pierced the middle of her labia. Vivian's brunette pubes were matted with juices and lips parted and juicy depths exposed. Mary's auburn pussy hair was thinner around her pussy, her lips tight, clitoris peaking out pink and hard. All three were so beautiful. They weren't the perfect, airbrushed sluts you so in porno's. But they were real, naked girls before me.

"Am I making you happy?" Vivian husked in her smoky voice, peering sultry at me over her shoulder, wiggling that tight ass.

"Are we?" Mary asked, a catch of fear in her voice. "Are we making you happy?"

I reached out and rubbed Mary's ass, giving the plump flesh a nice squeeze. "All three of you are making me so happy." Relief spread on Mary's face, her beautiful smile deepening. She was my favorite, I realized as a squeezed that ass. "So happy."

Not wanting to leave the other girls out, I caressed Vivian's ass, fingers dipping towards her pussy. Then I moved over to Cynthia's smooth ass, tracing the tiger tattoo across her asscheek. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you Cynthia?" I asked, grabbing her pussy ring and pulling gently at it.

She gasped. "So dirty," Cynthia purred. "I'm a naughty, dirty girl."

"I bet you've fucked another woman, before?"

She licked her lips. "I love to eat pussy almost as much as I love to suck cock!"

I grabbed Vivian's arm and as I led her to a nearby chair, I asked Cynthia, "I bet you've always wanted to eat Mary's tight pussy?"

Cynthia eyed Mary, who gave a nervous laugh and shrank away from her co-worker hungry gaze. "I've frigged my clit in the walk-in thinking about that sweet face between my thighs."

I sat down at the chain, pushing Vivian down on her knees before me. Cynthia walked with a predator's hunger towards Mary, who took an involuntary step back, glancing over at me. "This will make you happy, Mark?" Mary asked, voice tight with nerves.

"I want to watch that slut make you cum, Mary!" I groaned as Vivian's hands stroked my cock slowly, with a firm, pleasing grip. I looked down to see Vivian's tanned face staring up at, lips moist, eyes shining with lust. Her tongue flicked out, grazing the head of my cock, my cock twitched in pleasure. Her tongue left wet trails as she licked up my shaft, ending at my head, briefly sucking, teasing my cock before starting at the bottom again. Her fingers gently cupped by balls, rolling them between her fingers.

Mary was shaking as Cynthia stood before her. She was clearly scared at the idea of fucking a woman, but wanted so desperately to please me, to make me happy. Cynthia reached out, tracing black-painted fingernail across her right breast, drawing a line down to her nipple, rubbing and pinching it between fingers. Mary gasped and jumped, licking her lips.

"See, it's not bad, baby," Cynthia cooed. Her other hand grasped Mary by the hip and pulled close, groins pressed together, nipples rubbing on the other's breasts. "I've wanted to fuck you so bad!" Cynthia hissed between kisses on Mary's neck, working her way up to her ear. "Ever since I walked in on you changing. Red-head's make me so wet. I had to jill off in the walk-in. Just stuck my hands in my pants and pinched my clit and came so hard!"

Vivian's wet mouth fully engulfed my cock, sucking hard. Electricity raced through my body. It was so amazing. Masturbation paled in comparison with a hot chick sucking your cock. Her lips moved up and down, tongue swirling about the tip. Cynthia was grinding on Mary, kissing her way along Mary's cheekbone to her lips. Aggressively she kissed Mary, shoving her tongue in her mouth, hands squeezing her ass, pulling their groins tight together. Mary's arms wrapped around Cynthia, holding tightly to her as they frenched, both girls moaning into each other's lips.

Cynthia pushed Mary back, until she sat down on the edge of a table. Mary was breathing hard, her whole body flushed crimson, eyes closed. Cynthia kissed and bit at her neck, moving down. Hands groped Mary's breasts, squeezing and caressing. Fingers toyed with her hard nipples as Cynthia kissed lower and lower. She licked Mary's left nipple and sucked on it, playing with the hard nub with her tongue. Cynthia's right hand slid down Mary's stomach and disappeared between her thighs. Mary gasped as Cynthia's fingers played with her pussy, body shaking in pleasure.

Cynthia's fingers came away glistening with Mary's juices. She smeared the juices on Mary's right nipple before sucking it with gusto, her hand returning to Mary's pussy. Her finger's hooked and Mary jumped as they penetrated her cunt. Mary was moaning shrilly, yelling each time Cynthia's fingers pumped into her hot cunt. Cynthia pulled her sticky fingers out of Mary's cunt, holding them before Mary's lips. "You taste so good!" Cynthia moaned. "Taste yourself."

Mary's tongue flicked out hesitantly, gathering her dewy fluids off Cynthia's fingers. "I do," she whispered in amazement. She smiled and sucked Cynthia's fingers into her mouth, savoring her pussy's taste.

Vivian sucked hard on my cock, bobbing up and down. It was wet and warm and so wonderful. I stroked her silky hair and moaned. I watched Cynthia kneel on the floor before Mary, spreading her white legs apart and exposing her curly red pubes, matted with juices. Mary's eyes shot open and her back arched as Cynthia nosily began to eat her cunt. Cynthia's tongue was licking, tasting her pussy, caressing the lips and clit. Finger's began fucking Mary who was shouting at the top of her lungs, "Its so good! Oh my god! It's so good! Eat me! Oh god! I'm gonna cum! Oh god!"

Mary's toes curled and her body went rigid, hands grasping Cynthia's head, as she came with a loud yell. She was so beautiful. My cock exploded in Vivian's mouth, several squirts of my cum filling her mouth. I breathed heavily and looked down at Vivian who smiled up at me, cum glistening on her lips.

She swallowed my spunk. "Was it good, Mark?" she asked. "Did I make you happy." I nodded, too overwhelmed by my first blowjob to speak. She smiled and started to clean the remaining cum of my cock.

Mary had cum once, but Cynthia showed no signs of stopping. She had both arms wrapped around Mary's thighs, her mouth shoved hard against her pussy, tongue-fucking the red-head. Mary was hissing a constant stream of, "Oh my god! Eat me! Oh god!" My cock was beginning to harden again as I watched Mary cum again and again, collapsing back on the table. Cynthia let her go, standing up, face smeared in pussy juices, her thighs stained with the fluids leaking from her own cunt.

"You made me happy, Mary. Did you like getting your cunt eaten?" I asked.

Breathless, she nodded. "I didn't know a woman could make me cum so hard."

"Didn't you know?" I asked. "You've always loved women. You love their firm breasts, hard nipples, round asses, and juicy cunts. The only thing you love more than fucking a woman is fucking me."

Mary eyed Cynthia's body, realization dawning on her. "You're so beautiful, Cynthia. How have I never seen how hot you are?"

"Why don't you return the favor, Mary," I told her. "Eat her pussy. Make her cum. Look how wet she is."

"I'm so wet for you, baby," Cynthia purred, fingers playing with her clit and rubbing her shaved pussy. "Come taste my honey."

My cock was hard and ready to go again, and I looked down at Vivian who still gently licked at my cock while smiling up at me. "Sit on my dick, Vivian."

"Oh hun, I though you'd never ask," Vivian moaned in that sexy, smokey voice of hers. She rose up, ponderous breasts and hard nipples jiggled before my face as she straddled my hips. My hand grabbed one, feeling the firm orb while I buried my face in those titties, hard nipples rubbing on my cheeks. Her hand was on my cock, steering it towards the warmth of her cunt. I groaned as the wet lips of her pussy engulfed the head of my cock, slowly lowering down my shaft.

"Jesus!" I moaned. I was in a woman. It felt amazing. A warm, tight wetness encased me, the walls of her pussy soft and velvety. It was too much for me. I bit her nipple as I came inside her.

"Fuck yeah!" Vivian yelled, "Fill my hot cunt with your spunk. It's so warm." Her hips rose and fell, rotating about my still hard cock. It was so wet inside her. I grasped her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks and threw my head back in pleasure. I didn't even get soft after cumming. Her warm cunt kept me hard.

I looked to my left and saw Cynthia sitting on a table edge, leg's spread wide, fingers pulling at her nipples. Mary was knelt before her, face inches from Cynthia's wet cunt. Mary's ass faced me and I could just see a hint of red, furred pussy peaking out at me. Vivian was hugging me tightly now, fucking me hard and hissing in my air how great my cock felt inside her, how happy she was to fuck me.

"Start by licking up my slit," Cynthia instructed Mary. "Give me clit a little flick and start over." Mary's head moved in and Cynthia groaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in pleasure. "How do I taste, baby?"

Mary giggled. "Sweet and tarty," she answered before diving back in.

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

Vivian started doing a twist with her hips, fucking my hard and slow now. "Oh, god that's great, slut!" I hissed into her ear.

She leaned away from me, arms grasping my shoulders, face contorting in pleasure. "Do you like it! Do you like my dirty cunt on your cock?"

"I do!" I moaned. "I love it!" Smiling, Vivian bent down and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue playing with mine. I was in heaven.

My fingers dipped into Vivian's ass crack, teasing her puckered asshole. She moaned into my mouth, her brunette hair spilling across our faces. I stuck my finer into her asshole and she gasped and stopped fucking me in surprise. "Don't stop!" I hissed and sucked a big nipple into my mouth. She started fucking me again. Shallow strokes that kept me deep in her pussy.

"Don't be afraid to use your fingers," Cynthia was telling Mary. "Uuhhh, yeah." Cynthia gasped. "I like when you pinch my clit!"

A low moan was coming from Vivian, now. Her hips quickened their paces. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Oh god, you're big cock's making me cum!" Her pussy tightened on me as her body bucked in my arms. It felt so good. I was so close. I moaned through clenched teeth as I shot a second load into Vivian's warm depths. She collapsed on me and gently kissed me. We enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms and watched Mary's lesbian instruction.

"Your tongue is so limber," Cynthia moaned, Mary's head was shaking from side to side, lips plastered to Cynthia's cunt. "Stick some fingers in, baby!"

Mary started to lick at Cynthia's clit as she slid two fingers slowly inside her. Cynthia panted, rotating her hips as Mary finger-fucked her. "So god-damned good!" Cynthia hissed. "Curl your fingers up. Yeah, right there! Keep rubbing right there, bitch! That's my g-spot!" Cynthia's backed arched in pleasure, breasts heaving and one hand grabbed Mary's auburn braid, pulling Mary harder against her clit. "Oh, god! I'm gonna cum! Fuuuck!" Her body went rigid, then shook twice, and she collapsed back on the table. "God damn, this girl learns fast. She's a grade A muff diver."

Mary grinned at me, face smeared in pussy. Behind her, Cynthia's legs were still spread open, her pussy gaping and fluids drenched her thighs. "Did you like it?" I asked Mary.

She nodded. "I loved it!" Her tongue licked red lips, scooping Cynthia's cunt juices up.

I beckoned to her. She rose, small breasts jiggling slightly, and sauntered over to Vivian and I. "Give me a kiss." Smiling, she bent down and kissed me gently and I tasted the tart flavor of Cynthia's pussy juices. "Let Vivian taste, too." Mary turned and the two ladies kissed before me, tongues playing with each other. I stuck my hand between Mary's thighs and shoved two fingers into her cunt. She moaned into Vivian. I pulled my sticky fingers to my lips and tasted her juices. They were sweeter than Cynthia, with a hint of spiciness. I held my fingers up to the ladies who broke their kiss and licked the rest of the juices off my fingers.

At the table, Cynthia had recovered, sitting up sightly and staring at me with a predatory hunger, one hand lazily playing with her clit. My cock started to harden in Vivian's pussy. Vivian moved her hips, pussy stroking my hardening cock. "You ready to go again, honey," her smokey voice asked.

"I am," I told her. "But the other ladies need my attention, too." Vivian pouted and squeezed her pussy on my now fully rigid cock. Mary looked at me with a hopeful expression and Cynthia's eyes smouldered with desire. "Mary, why don't you put your new found, grade A muff diving experience to good use. Vivian has a cunt full of my cum that needs to be cleaned out."

Sighing, Vivian rose off me, my cock popping out of her cunt, messy with out combined fluid. Mary guided her to a nearby table and knelt before her. My white semen was running out of her cunt, pooling on the table. Mary's tongue slid across her inner thigh, cleaning up the semen and pussy juices before her fingers spread open Vivian's pussy and her tongue dived in.

I walked over to Cynthia who rubbed her pussy invitingly. I grabbed her arm and pulled her hard to her feet and shoved her against a decorative pillar. Her tattooed ass faced me and she grinned wickedly at me over her shoulder, wiggling her ass invitingly. A squeezed a cheek and then slapped her ass.

"I've been so naughty!" moaned Cynthia. "I need to be punished!"

I smacked her ass again. "What bad things have you done!"

"Ohh," Cynthia groaned as I spanked her a third time. Her white ass reddening. "I just fucked my co-worker on the clock. In the store! I'm such a dirty whore!"

"I know just how to punish such a filthy girl!" I hissed into her ear, my cock pocking the softness of her ass. I spread her cheeks, my cock pressing at her puckered asshole.

"Oh, yeah!" Cynthia moaned. "Fuck my ass! That'll punish me!"

I pushed my cock hard against her, slowly pushing into her tight, warm ass. My cock was still drenched in Vivian's pussy juices, providing lube. I moaned as my cock disappeared into her ass. It sank easily and I was pretty sure this wasn't Cynthia's first time getting fucked in the ass. I pushed until I felt her ass cheeks on my groin. It was tight and hot and felt so different from Vivian's wet pussy. Cynthia was shoved hard against the column as I fucked her, one hand rubbing her pussy and clit, the other wrapped around the column. I grabbed her hip with one hand and reached around and twisted hard at her nipple.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Cynthia chanted loudly. "Twist my nipple harder! I've been sooo bad!"

I fucked her harder, groaning into her ear. It felt so great in her ass. Hot and velvety tight. So great. Nearby, Vivian was moaning loudly as Mary ate her pussy with gusto. I glanced over at the pair. Vivian's large, tanned breasts jiggled beautifully as her body shook beneath Mary's tonguing. Mary's arms were wrapped tightly about Vivian's waist, gripping her ass tightly. Mary was so beautiful.

"That's so hot!" I moaned into Cynthia as I reamed her ass. "Look at them!"

Cynthia turned her head. "God damn that is! And so is your cock in my ass. Fuck me harder!"

I let go of her tit to grab her hips in both hands and I fucked her as hard as could. She moaned and screamed and came hard and long. A soft breast brushed against my arm and Mary was standing on my right, hand caressing my hip, face smeared with Vivian's juices. She grabbed my head and pulled me down to her lips and kissed me. Vivian's juices were a strong, tangy flavor.

"Don't stop," begged Cynthia and I realized I had stopped fucking her when Mary kissed me. "I'm so close to another orgasm!"

Mary smiled. "Fuck that slut's ass!" Then she grabbed Cynthia's face with both hands and kissed her hard, Cynthia's tongue tasting Vivian's juices. In such a short time, Mary had transformed from that shy girl to this sexually adventures vixen.

Vivian stepped up on my left side, her pillowy breasts brushing against my left side as she pressed her body against me. The wetness of her cunt pressed on my hip as she ground her clit on me in time with my fucking rhythm.

"Did Mary do a good job?" I asked her after kissing her sweet lips.

Vivian purred in my ear, "Her tongue was amazing!"

Between low moans, Cynthia panted, "She's a...oh yeah...fast learner. Oh, fuck!" Mary's hand had slid down Cynthia's stomach and was playing with her cunt while she bent down and sucked Cynthia's right nipple into her mouth. "Oh, that's good, baby! Don't be afraid to bite it! Ooh, yeah! Just like that!"

My hand reached out and fondled Mary's ass. She smiled up at me around Cynthia's nipple. My fingers found her warm wetness between her thighs and I slid my fingers up insider her, illiciting a sweet moan. Vivian was nibbling at my neck and ear, still grinding her cunt on me and Cynthia's ass was bringing me close to an orgasm.

"Take it, you dirty bitch!" I moaned into Cynthia's ear as I came deep in her ass.

"Oh, god!" Cynthia roared. "I'm cumming and cumming! Your cum is in my ass! Sweet Jesus. Cum in my dirty, filthy ass!"

I fucked her two more times, the last of my cum squirting in her ass and then slumped into her back, breathing heavily. I kissed Cynthia's cheek and the side of her mouth. Vivian moaned in my ear, creaming on my hip as she came. Mary sucked Cynthia's juices off her fingers, smiling coquettishly at me. My cock stirred in Cynthia's ass. Mary was definitely the most beautiful. I pulled out of that tight ass, Cynthia gasped as it popped out of her ass, followed by a trickle of cum.

"Stay just like that, Cynthia," I ordered. "I want to stare at your fine ass." Cynthia grinned at me and wiggled her ass. "Vivian, get down on your knees and suck my cock clean like a good girl."

"Mhh, gladly, honey." She knelt down and started to aggressively lick my cock. I grabbed Mary and pulled her close and kissed her passionately as Vivian started to suck my cock. I pulled Mary tight against my right side, her wet pussy rubbing on my hip, my right hand slid down and kneaded her plump ass.

"All clean, hun," Vivian husked the licked my cock's head.

"Vivian, you've realized today that you are a lesbian. The only cock you'll ever want to touch is mine. The only thing you like more that fucking a woman is fucking me."

Vivian grinned and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth.

"Cynthia's ass is looking dirty," I told Vivian, "Why don't you clean her up."

Vivian popped my cock out of her mouth and turned to Cynthia's ass. My cum had run down Cynthia's thighs and Vivian's tongue licked up her leg and into Cynthia's ass while Cynthia cooed in pleasure. "When you finish cleaning her ass out, Vivian, you and her should fuck each other. Make each other cum and cum."

Vivian's answer was muffled by Cynthia's ass. Cynthia moaned, "I can't wait to suck on her big titties."

I turned to Mary, my hard cock rubbing on her stomach. "You're my favorite, Mary." She blushed and I captured her lips in a brief kiss. "It made me so happy to see you be with Cynthia and Vivian." She smiled and kissed me.

Mary grabbed my cock with her gentle fingers. "Is it my turn now?"

"Since you've been such a good and patient girl, it's time for your reward."

Her smile was so bright and beautiful, freckled face filled with joy and her emerald eyes sparkled with desire. We kissed hard, lips mashing together and tongues fencing as she gently stroked my cock. My hand slid up and grasped her small breast, rubbing her hard nipple while me other hand continued kneading her ass. The kiss was warm and sweet and I could almost taste her lust for me on her lips as well as Vivian's pussy. Her hand stroked my cock faster, gripping harder.

I couldn't say how long we kissed. I was lost in pleasure of making out with this beautiful creature, the feel of soft ass and firm breast in my hands and hard nipple pinched between my fingers. The electricity of her touch on my cock. I moaned into her mouth, squeezed her ass hard, and came on her fingers, cum spilling across her stomach and hip. She stroked my cock a few more times, squeezing the last of my cum on her stomach before pulling away. She smiled coquettishly at me and licked my white sperm off her fingers.

"Mmhhh, that's good," she husked. "I love the taste of cum." Her fingers scooped up more cum off her stomach and sucked it slowly off her fingers.

I don't know if it was the eroticism of the moment or that I was falling in love with this sweet angel, but I decided to take Mary with me. To make her mine. Her handjob was so good, I needed to return the favor. I kissed her lips, not caring that they were stained with my cum. My hand dipped between her legs. I felt the wetness of her sex. She gasped as my fingers pushed into her cunt. On my palm I felt a hard bump and realized it was her clit.

My palm rubbed her clit and I started to suck and bite on her neck. I wanted to leave a hickey, to let the world now Mary had a lover. My fingers explored the warm wetness and velvety softness of her pussy. I left a second hickey on her right breast, and she was panting in pleasure. My lips moved to her hard nipple, sucking into my greedy mouth. She tensed in my arms and then screamed loudly as she came, body shaking and pussy flooding my hand with her juices.

"Oh god!" she hissed. "Oh god!"

I dropped to my knees before her and breathed in the scent of her sex and stared at her swollen nether lips surrounded by auburn hair. I buried my face in her snatch and worshiped her pussy with my tongue. The taste of her pussy was sweet and spicy. My tongue scraped along her lips, flicking her clit, before I shoved it deep into her pussy, fucking her with my tongue. I tried to remember what Cynthia told Mary earlier, kissing, sucking and stroking all over her pussy and clit. From Mary's moans and gasps, I must have been doing just fine.

Her fingers gripped my short hair and she pulled me into her cunt, hips rotating. "Oh sweet God! That's so good, Mark!" Her voice rose in pitch. "Just like that! Ohhh! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Her grip tightened in my hair and fresh juice flooded my mouth. "Oh, thank you Mark," she panted. "Thank you, that was so amazing."

"I want to sixty-nine with you," I told her.

She nodded eagerly. I laid out on my back and she straddled my face, her furry pussy descending to my lips. I started to lick her as she softly started to kiss the head of my cock. Short kisses all over the head and shaft and then her warm mouth was engulfing my cock. She went lower and lower and she was deep-throated my cock. She was just full of surprises. Mary would suck on my head for a few moments and then slide my cock all the way inside her throat. I pinched her clit, rolling the hard nub between fingers and licked hard and deep with my tongue. Her hands were gently massaging my balls, coxing my cum out. My spunk spurted into her mouth and she swallowed it while her hips bucking on my face from her orgasm.

Breathless, we both cuddled on the floor, me on my back and Mary pressed up against my side, cradled in my arms, her hard nipples brushing my chest. I stroked sweat-damp auburn hair out of her face. Her soft lips pressed gently against my cheek.

"Thank you," she murmured in my ear. "My boyfriend would never eat my pussy." She froze, face recoiling in shame. "Oh god, Mike. What have I done!" Tears welled in her eyes. "How could I cheat on him."

"Shh," I consoled, wiping a tear with my finger. "Mike's never treated you right, that's why you're dumping him for me. I'm your boyfriend now. Your mine forever, right?"

Mary sniffed. "Sorry, I'm being stupid. You're right, he was always a jerk. He never cared if I came and never helped with the housework." She kissed me. "I'm your girl now."

I nodded. "You love me with all your heart and would never get jealous of me with another woman. You would just be happy seeing me being happy."

"Of course," Mary giggled. "I love you. And there is definitely enough of you to go around." As she spoke, her hand grasped my cock. "Mmmhh, definitely enough."

"I'm enough man for you," I told her. "You will never desire another man, only other women. You can touch and fuck as many women as you want, but I'm the only man for you."

Mary kissed me, her mouth hot and full of desire. "Why would I want another man?" She squeezed me cock. "This is all the cock I need. He feels all lonely, and my pussy craving some company."

I grinned and kissed her, rolling Mary onto her back. Her lithe legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me close. My cock bumped her pussy and missed entering on the first thrust. Her hand reached down, grasping my cock, and guided it to the mouth of her cunt. She let out a low moan as pushed slowly into the silky and wet warmth of pussy. I stared into her deep, green eyes as my cock slid fully into her sheathe. We stared into each other's eyes, and it was like our souls became one as our bodies had.

I saw love there. It didn't matter to me that I told her to love me, nor to her. She believed it, and I could see that belief. She was mine, and that was all that mattered. I started to slowly fuck her as we peered into the other's eyes. Her hands grabbed my back, fingernails digging into my flesh and her legs clamped tight about me. Her hips moved to the rhythm of our love making. It felt so good, so right to be inside her. It was a dream come true. She would never reject me, never hate me or belittle me. I was falling in love with her.

I started to fuck her faster, the sweet press of flesh drawing me closer to my orgasm. Our bodies were one, moving together, both striving to make the other cum. She moaned my name and I groaned hers. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight and so amazing on my cock. Mary came first, howling my name. I started fucking as fast as I could, feeling the tightening in my balls. I was about to explode. Another orgasm rippled through her cunt and a third. She gasped and panted, grinding her clit against my groin as I exploded inside her.

"Oh, so good!" she moaned. "Fill me up with your cum. So good!"

"I love you," I whispered in her ear, our bodies entwined.

I felt wetness on her cheeks as she cried in joy. "I love you, too!" she gasped, overcome with emotion.

I kissed her tears away and rested in her embrace. Even with my wish for sexual stamina, I need a bit of break. I breathed her scent into my nose: herbal soap and sweat and the spicy aroma of her cunt. I felt safe and warm and a content happiness spread through me as we held each other. I gently nibbld at her neck and she cooed in delight.

Gasps and moans of pleasure filled the coffee shop and I remembered that I told Cynthia and Vivian to fuck each other. I lifted up on my elbows and looked around and saw them nearby on the floor, legs scissored together allowing their cunts to kiss each other. They were writhing their hips in pleasure as the trib each other.

"The look so beautiful and happy together," Mary whispered in my ear, and an idea formed. They did look so beautiful together.

"I bet they would make a great couple," I whispered back. My cock was stirring again inside Mary tender warmth. I always found two girls tribbing to be hot. Cynthia and Vivian were both crying out as they orgasmed. I caressed my lover's body as we watched the two women continue fucking each other through their orgasms, frantically trying to reach another. My hand found the soft flesh of Mary's ass.

"I want to know every part of you," I whispered into her ear, licking the lobe. "Have you ever had anal sex?"

Mary tensed in my arms briefly. "No. Mike," I was pleased to here a scathing tone in her voice at the mention of her boyfriend, "he always wanted too. But I was afraid it would hurt to much."

"Would you let me fuck you up the ass?" I asked.

She hesitated. "I don't know. Would that make you happy?"

"What do you think?" I asked her. I was curious, and hopeful, that she would want to of her own free will. It seemed strange, after ordering the woman to love me and please me that I would care about Mary making her own decisions. Maybe I did love her.

Mary swallowed. "You'll go slow and be gentle?" she asked timidly.

"I never want to hurt you," I told her. "We'll make sure you're nice and ready."

A depraved idea popped in my head as I stood up. I reached out and helped her to her feat, my cum running in rivulets down her legs and a puddle of our juices was staining the floor. "Go get your phone," I told her.

Mary didn't ask why, but turned to obey, heading for the back area of the coffee shop. I couldn't help pinching her shapely ass as she walked away. She jumped and playful glared back at me, before disappearing into the back. I turned to the other girls and told them to stop fucking each other. Both were exhausted but smiling. When Mary returned, I told them the plan.

"Vivian, you're going to get Mary's ass ready for my cock. Lick it and lube it with your cunt juices. Mary, you bend over that table and get ready to call Mike and break up with him."

She nodded and frowned. "Why don't I just call him now?"

"I want you to do it when I'm fucking your ass," I told her. "I want you to tell him all about your new lover, how great his cock is, how hard you came for him, and how his cock is fucking you up the ass, where you would never let him go. He deserves it for being such an asshole to you."

Mary flushed in shame. "I guess I can do that," she mumbled.

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

Mary was bending over the table and Vivian was tongue her ass and working fingers in her cunt. Cynthia bent over next to Mary and began to whisper in my ear. It was so hot. My cock was aching with desire. Vivian was fucking her a finger slowly in Mary's ass and I saw Cynthia nibbling on Mary's ear, her hand sliding between Mary's thighs and fingering her clit.

After another few minutes, Vivian said, "She's nice and lubed." She was working two fingers in and out of Mary's ass.

"Let me get my cock lubed," I said and thrust my cock deep into Cynthia's cunt. She gasped in surprise, her cunt squeezing down on my cock. It felt so good, I almost wanted to stay. After a few strokes, I pulled out, Cynthia moaned in disappointment. Vivian was holding Mary's ass cheeks open for me and I placed my cock, glistening with Cynthia's juices, on the rosebud of Mary's anus. "Here I go, sweetie."

Mary just nodded, her eyes widening as the head of my cock disappeared in. "Christ that feels big," she moaned as I slowly worked my cock into her ass. When I was all the way in, I asked how she was doing.

"Fine," she panted, her ass squeezing pleasantly on my cock. "It's not that bad." I pulled back and slid in again and she moaned. "It's not bad at all," she purred as I slowly fucked her. Her ass felt so good. Tighter and rougher than her pussy.

"You're doing good, babe," Cynthia encouraged her.

"Mmhh," Mary moaned and picked up her phone. She fumbled with it, navigating the menu, and found Mike's number and hit call.

"Put it on speaker," I told her. More fumbling and she managed to turn on the speaker phone. She moaned loudly and set the phone before her on the table.

The phone rang and rang and I thought it was going to go to voice mail when a sleepy voice answered, "Hey, Mary."

"H-hey, Mike," Mary moaned into the phone. I was fucking her faster know.

"You okay babe?" he asked.

"Just getting...uhhh...fucked in the ass by my new boyfriend! Oh god! Harder, Mark. Fuck me harder!" she screamed into the phone.

There was a pause. "Say that again, Mary?" Mike asked in confusion.

"My new...ohhh god...boyfriend is fucking my ass," she moaned. "I'm dumping you. You're tiny dick has never satisfied me the way Mark has!"

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

Mary let out a throaty moan. I was fucking her hard now. Her ass jiggled every time my groin slapped into it and the table rocked, her auburn pony tail draped across her white back I grabbed her hair and pulled on it, yanking her head back. She let out a low moan.

"I'm such a naughty girl!" she gasped. "Mark's made me cum so hard. Not like you. I've never felt so amazing!" She let a loud howl. "I'm cumming! His dick in my ass is making me cum!"

"Why are you doing this?" Mike demanded. "If this is a joke, it's not funny?"

"It's no joke, Mike," she panted into the phone. "I just came from getting my ass fucked. It was so amazing!"

"Please, Mary," Mike begged. "This isn't like you!"

"We're done Mike," she told him. "Mmm, I gotta go. I'm feeling another orgasm cumming!" Mary hung up.

"Fuck that's hot," Vivian moaned. She was busy frigging her cunt.

I nodded my head to the table and Vivian smiled knowingly. She climbed up on it, sitting down before Mary's face. I loosened the tension on Mary's ponytail so she could dive into Vivian's spread open pussy. Vivian's large tits heaved up and down and she writhed on Mary's tongue, her finger pulling hard at her large nipples.

Cynthia bent down to Mary's ear, and hissed, "Eat that slut, bitch. Make her cum on that nasty tongue!" The table rocked more as Cynthia fucked her cunt on the table edge.

Mary's phone started to ring, a loud pop song. Maybe Rhianna. I wasn't sure. I was a rock and metal guy. Mary paused her muff diving. "It's just Mike," she said and hung up the phone. It immediately started to ring again. This was getting annoying.

"Vivian, take a picture of us with Mary's phone," I ordered. Vivian nodded and pulled up the phone, playing with some menus. I buried my dick deep in Mary's ass and yanked hard on her hair, lifting her face up from Vivian's pussy. I pulled Cynthia close to me and pulled her into a kiss. Vivian snapped the photo.

She showed it to everyone. It was fucking amazing. Mary's face glistened with juices and smiling happily while I pulled on her hair. The agle was good to just make out that I was buried in her ass. Cynthia's tits were pressed against my arms and her tongue was in my mouth. One of her hands was squeezing Mary's ass. You could also see Vivian's tanned thighs alongside Mary.

"Text him, 'See how happy I am. So stop calling me, loser. PS that's pussy juices on my face.'" Vivian quickly text the message and sent it and I went back to fucking Mary velvety ass. Mary went back to eating tangy pussy and Cynthia went back to fucking the table edge. The phone didn't ring again.

All of use were moaning and cursing, building to our cums. It was so hot, watching the girl I was ass fucking eat another hot women out. Cynthia's hand rubbed down my stomach, feeling the shaft of my cock were it disappeared into Mary's ass. She moved her hand lower, between us, brushing my balls as they slapped against Mary's pussy. Mary gasped into Vivian's pussy as Cynthia found her clit and started rubbing. I moaned and dumped my cum inside her bowels. Mary screamed into Vivian's cunt as she came again, her ass contracting on my cock, milking the cum out. Vivian fucked herself on Mary's face and shuddered as she climaxed and next to me Cynthia gasped and squirted her juice onto the table's corner.

Vivian cleaned my cock off while Cynthia cleaned out Mary's ass and pussy. I was pulling on my clothes when Mary came on Cynthia's face and smiled happily at me. I tossed her panties to her. She was still a little wobbly from cumming so much and we all laughed as she hopped around on one foot trying to pull on her panties and not fall over. I pocketed Cynthia's black thong and Vivian's pink polka dot panties.

I got my phone from Evan. The poor bastard stood and filmed the entire thing. I had almost no memory left on my phone. It looked my phone barely caught any of the orgy before it ran out of space. I sighed, realizing I should probably get a camcorder and spare memory cards if I wanted to capture these moments on film. Maybe that should be my next stop. And Mary definitely needs something nicer to wear than her uniform. And a wax. Her pussy was hot, but I liked the saved look better.

I had Cynthia make me a mocha and Mary had a chai tea. It was sexy watching Cynthia make the drinks naked, her body glistening with sweat and pussy juices and cum. She made the most of it. Prancing around and bending over when she pretended to drop something so I could see her beautiful, shaved pussy with its pink, inviting depths. She spilled cream on her tits and Vivian and I licked her clean. Finally, coffee and a breakfast sandwich in hand, it was time to give my final instructions.

"Evan, when Mary and I leave, you will clean up the store and then forget what happened. You closed the store because the hot water shut off." I remembered from a summer working in fast food that a restaurant couldn't be open without hot water. Some sort of health department rule. "Its fixed now and you can reopen. Sadly, Mary quit because she has a better job, now."

Evan just nodded.

"Cynthia and Vivian. Mary thinks you're really beautiful together. I agree. From now on, you two are lovers. You both are lesbians now. The only man you desire is me. Okay?" They nodded and embraced and kissed each other. "To make money, I want you two to stream your love making. Let me know when you do. Stream at least twice a week. More would be better." Cynthia grinned wickedly at Vivian.

We all friended it each other on Facebook so we could keep in touch. I kissed Cynthia on the lips, and then Vivian's fuller lips. I held out my hand to Mary. "Well, shall we get going?"

She grabbed my hand, squeezed it gently. "Where to?"

"Our future," I told her and we walked out the door.

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact Chapter 2: The Salon

mypenname3000

Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Female exhibitionist, Female/Female, Job/Place-of-work, Lesbian, Male/Female, Mind Control

The Devil's Pact

Chapter Two: The Salon

I stepped out of the Starbucks into the sunshine feeling like a whole new woman. Maybe, it was because I am a new women. When I awoke I was simply Mary Sullivan, college student and barista. Then Mark appeared at my work. And in a few minutes his presence had transformed me. Awakened desires long buried in my heart and showed me pleasures I had never dreamed I could experience. He had peered into my soul and I peered into his, and in each other we found love.

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

I guess, I just never trusted Mike enough not to hurt me. He always cared more about his own pleasures. I would be lucky if he lasted long enough for me to cum. And then he would just roll off me and fall asleep. I usually had to masturbate while he snored next to me. His idea of foreplay was to paw at my breasts, maybe suck my nipples, and then plunge his cock right in. I usually had to use lube, because he rarely got my pussy wet. He loved for me to give him blowjobs and loved cumming on my face. But I never could get him to eat my pussy. I had been dating Mike since my junior year in high school. He took my virginity in the back seat of his mom's Honda after prom. He was my only lover, so I didn't really know what I was missing out on until Mark.

And not just the pleasures a man could give. Mark had found my most secret desires, ones I had buried so deep I didn't even know the existed, and exposed them. With my co-worker, Cynthia, I had learned the pleasures a woman could give me, and the pleasures I could give a woman. Cynthia's tongue felt so good on vulva and clit. And her vulva felt like warm silk on my lips. And her flavor was this sweet, tangy mix that was delicious. My lust for women must have always been there, deep inside me. It must be why I would get so excited at slumber parties to practice french kissing with the other girls. Or why I could still vividly remember locker room after gym class, and the youthful flesh of my classmates. Just picturing their budding breasts, slim hips, and the downy sparseness of a girls first pubic hair was making me cream my panties.

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

Love must be blind. Mark certainly wasn't better looking then Mike. I never would have looked twice at him before this morning. But then, Mark fell in love with me. Not wild Cynthia. Who was so experienced in sex, always boasting about her one night stands with some guy or gal she met at a bar. Or fit and tanned Vivian, with her smokey, bedroom voice and cow large breast. The type of tits guys always panted after. I was nothing compared to either of them, but Mark fell for me. And I fell for him.

I looked back at the Starbucks one last time, knowing I would never return. This morning I entered here a timid girl and I was leaving a confident women; a women that had sucked both pussy and cock and been fucked and sucked everywhere on my body. For Mark, I've become such a dirty tramp. It made Mark happy. And that made me happy.

"Do you have a car?" Mark asked me, his voice a rich, powerful baritone that was impossible to ignore.

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

"What an asshole," Mark said, shaking his head and he lead me over to a beat up maroon Ford car.

Mike was a asshole. I'm glad I dumped him for Mark. I flushed in shame, remembering how I broke up with him. It wasn't the most orthodox breakup, and I felt guilty about it. I wasn't sure if I felt guilty for breaking up over the phone with Mike while Mark fucked me up the ass, or how naughty and sexy I felt and how great my orgasm was while doing it.

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

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

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

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

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

Mark looked at me. "No offense, Mare, but that uniform isn't the most flattering on you."

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

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

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

Mark leaned over to me. "You're stallion, huh." He kissed me hard, his tongue filling my mouth. "You're stallion's feeling a little frisky."

Feeling bold, I rubbed his cock through his pants, feeling it growing hard. "Mmhh, yes you are," I purred in agreement.

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

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

There was a loud rap on the window startled me and a middle aged women screamed at us, "Perverts!"

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

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

"Let's find something a little more private," he said and I squeezed his cock in agreement.

Mark took us to the alley behind the Safeway at the other side of the parking lot and got out of the car, walking quickly around to my side. He opened my door and held out his hand. I grasped it with my right and his thumb caressed the back of my hand. Then, he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it softly, like I was his lady. It was sweet and I smiled happily up at him. He helped me out of the car. The air was cool on my nipples and it felt so naughty to be topless in public. My panties were drenched with excitement. Mark spun me about and pushed me forward against the hood of his car, rubbing my ass through my pants. I unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down my legs, so they bunched up around my ankles.

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

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

"My sweet filly!" Mark gasped. "My sweet, wild filly!"

"Oh, fuck me!" I moaned. "Fuck your filly! Fuck me, you big stallion. Oh, God! Your cock so good!"

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

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

"My filly's so tight!" Mark moaned. "Oh, god. I'm cumming!"

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

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

"Go home!" Mark shouted at the teenage punk. Clearly bummed, the kid jumped on his skateboard and headed off. Mark pulled out of me and I felt his cum starting to run down my thighs. I pulled my panties and pants up as Mark put his cock away. "The kid kinda ruined the moment," Mark said regretfully."

"Yeah," I replied. "Although, it made the sex hotter."

Mark chuckled and kissed me. "Such a naughty filly."

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

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

My place was also Mike's place and guilt boiled in my stomach. "I … I live … I mean, I lived with Mike. After what I did …" I trailed off, shaking my head. I never thought I would cheat on Mike. Even if I did it with my soulmate. I consoled myself by remembering that Mike had probably cheated on me with that big-titted tramp from his work. He had denied it, repeatedly, telling me I was just jealous and overreacting. He was convincing, but the way that bitch looked at him sometimes made me think something must have happened.

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

"Naughty?"

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

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

"Okay, Mare. Let's go shopping. Get you some new clothes."

I hugged Mark in delight. Mike never wanted to go shopping with me. Remembering how badly Mike treated me also helped a lot to make me feel less guilty. "Okay, let's go shopping."

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

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

I couldn't help laughing at that. "People still do that?"

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

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

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

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

"Antsy? That's a...um...unique name." I was trying not to giggle.

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

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

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

"But, you think she's just trying to protect you," I finished, squeezing his thigh reassuringly. He nodded.

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

"Sullivan," I answered, immediately. "I'm nineteen. I have two sisters. Shannon's my older sister and Missy's my younger sister."

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

"You're just a cradle robber," I joked back. "Seducing innocent young girls with your lecherous ways."

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

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

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

"So, where are you going to school?"

"I'm attending DeVry up in Federal Way," I answered, "working on a graphic design degree."

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

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

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

I hesitated. I didn't like talking about my mom. Mark squeeze my hand reassuringly. "You don't need to talk about it, if its to painful."

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

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

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

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

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

"That's...not..." I sobbed, trying to speak. I started to hiccup. "I'm … hic … my mother! I'm just as … hic … bad! I'm a … hic … a whore!"

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

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

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

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

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

"I've always wanted to have my cock sucked while driving," Mark confided in me.

Mark had been so sweet to me, so I was more than happy to fulfill his fantasy. I bent over, lowering my face into his lap and sucked the pink tip into my mouth. I traced the mushroom head with my tongue, feeling it balloon in my mouth. His cock tasted of my pussy, sweet and spicy. A semi-truck honked his horn as he passed and I got wet knowing he could see me sucking Mark's cock. I rubbed my sticky thighs together in pleasure. Mark moaned and it made me feel happy knowing he was happy. I relaxed my throat and lowered my mouth all the way down his shaft until his pubic hair ticked my lips and nose. I rose up, lips rubbing the ridge of his cock head, tongue playing with his urethra.

I sucked hard and Mark groan, "Fuck that's good. You're mouth's amazing, Mare."

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

"Here it cums, Mare," he moaned.

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

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

"Hmm?" he asked, coming off his orgasm. "That was amazing, but we probably shouldn't do that again."

"Why," I asked, buckling my seatbelt.

"I almost wrecked the car when I came."

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

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

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

"Well, don't take this the wrong way," Mark said. "But I like my pussies smooth."

"You want me to get waxed?" I asked, and he nodded. I had shaved my pussy once, for Mike. But it was uncomfortable, shaving my vulva, and I got a bad case of razor burn. Mike begged me for weeks to shave it again, but it was such a bad experience that I didn't do it again.

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

I thought for a moment. Mark seemed excited by the idea. And I wanted to making him happy. "Okay." Maybe waxing wouldn't be as bad as shaving.

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

"Which one would you like to eat your pussy?" Mark asked me. I guess Mark really wanted me to enjoy getting waxed

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

"What's your name," Mark asked her.

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

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

"Yes, sir," Joy said, and flushed shyly.

"You ever been with a woman?" Mark asked her. She shook her head. I about creamed my panties. I was going pop her lesbian cherry.

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

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

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

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

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

Mark glanced at some of the stylists and sighed. "It's the smell. I can't stand it. Making me a little sick to my stomach."

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

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

"Miss, please the screen is for changing," Joy gasped, turning away from me. "Once you are undressed, please wrap yourself in a towel." She walked to the counter.

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

"Ready," I said. Joy turned and blushed and looked at the ground. "How do I look?"

Joy shyly looked up, dark eyes roving my body. "You are very beautiful," Joy answered.

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

"Sorry miss, but I'm not," she swallowed uncomfortable, "gay."

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

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

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

Joy slid her hands away, flushing brightly, and kicked off her sandals and started to slid out of her tight, pink jeans. She had to wiggle that fine ass to slide her tight jeans off. Underneath she wore red, satin panties with black lace trim. Finally she pulled her panties off in one swift motion, as if she just want to get her embarrassment over with. I licked my lips appreciatively at her thick bush of wiry black hair that hid her pussy completely.

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

"I think I need to be cleaned, first," I ordered her.

Joy stared at the mess and nodded. She filled a small bucket with warm water and added some coconut scented soap. Grabbing a large, soft sponge she dipped it into the soapy water and gently started to wipe the mess from my thigh. The water was warm on my left thigh and she slowly washed her way to my pussy. My toes curled in anticipation and I sighed when she gently started cleaning my labia. The sponge was wet, and soft, and rough on my pussy and I moaned as it brushed my clit. I was so horny from the blowjob earlier and Joy's naked body that it wasn't going to be long before I came. Then, her sponge moved off my pussy, wiping at my right thigh and I moaned in disappointment.

"Don't stop rubbing my pussy," I ordered in a hiss. "I'm almost there."

Joy moved the sponge back, rubbing slow and gently on my vulva and clit. Electricity sparked through my body. My eyes drank in the sight of her naked body and I just had to touch her silky skin and her lush lips. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards me. My lips found hers and I kissed her passionately, caressing her lips with my tongue before plunging it. My other hand reached out, found her tit, and squeezed the small, firm breast. She sighed into my mouth, and then it was her tongue invading my lips. She started to rub harder, focusing on my clit, stroking the sponge in small circles on my sensitive nub. The pleasure was building deep inside me. I pinched her nipple and moaned into her mouth as I came, wetting the sponge with more of my juices.

Joy kept rubbing, the sponge pressing wonderfully against my clit. I came a second time, harder than the first. My entire body convulsed and a I fell back onto the table. Joy kept rubbing, circling my clit with the sponge. I came a third time, moaning softly. I writhed on the table as pleasure filled every fiber of my body.

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

"Um..okay...uh..." Joy stammered, breathless, eyes wide with desire. She stopped rubbing my pussy and stepped back. Her entire body flushed crimson and juices matted her black pussy hair. "Just, um, lie back and I'll … yeah … I'll start waxing you."

I was finding flustered Joy so cute. She turned away, walking to the counter. I watched her shapely ass wiggle as she walked. At the counter, she poured an orange, syrupy substance into a tray and grabbed an applicator. "Is this your first wax?" she asked, regaining her composure in the familiarity of her work.

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

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

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

Joy nodded. "Okay, miss."

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

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

I nodded and she ripped. It hurt so bad, like ripping a bandaid, but so much worse. I groaned through clenched teeth. Mark better goddamn love this. He better fucking die and go to heaven when he sees me. My vulva was on fire. I gasped in pain as a second strip was ripped out. It wasn't as bad as the first one, and I tried to distract myself by thinking of Joy's lips sucking on my clit, nibbling on my labia, and tonging deep into my pussy. Before I knew it, Joy was all finished. She applied an aloe vera lotion to her hands and started rubbing the lotion softly into my vulva. Her gentle touch erased the pain and replaced it with burning lust.

And then Joy's tongue was licking at my pussy and the feeling of her tongue on my bare lips was so intense. "Oh, yeah!" I moaned, "tongue my slit."

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

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

Joy pulled her face from my pussy, my juices streaking her lips and cheeks and she smiled lustfully at me. Quickly and nimbly she climb up and that furry pussy descended to my lips. Her wiry hair tickled my nose and cheeks as my tongue found the warm wetness of her hidden pussy. She tasted a mix of tart and tangy, her pussy juices thick and flavorful. My tongue dove deep into her as she began to nibble tenderly at my clit while her fingers softly stroked my labia. I moaned into her pussy, rubbing my nose through her slit as my lips found her clit peaking out of the hood and sucked hard. Joy groaned into me, her teeth gently touching my clit, scraping the sensitive nub and making my insides writhe in pleasure. My hands gripped her firm ass, squeezing her cheeks as I devoured her, drinking her delicious nectar.

And then, two fingers slid slowly into me, wiggling about and withdrawing just as slow. Joy fingerfucked me slow and purposefully, fanning my lusts higher. My orgasm built with a burning intensity. I redoubled my efforts, lapping deep into her slit as I moved a hand down to rub her clit in slow circles. Her ass clenched and hips rotated on me. She was moaning on my clit, lips sucking so exquisitely on that spongy bit of flesh. I screamed wordless into her pussy as I pleasure exploded deep inside my womb as I came. Ripples of electricity spasmed throughout my entire body. Joy was moaning loudly into my pussy, and a flood of juices spilled into my mouth as Joy bucked on top, cumming hard as well.

For a moment, we just lay there, faces in each other's pussies, breathing in each other's musk. I gently kissed her pussy, tasting her one last time before Joy rose up and turned around. She was smiling broadly, small bosom heaving, and slid her slim body against mine. Her hard nipples dragged across my stomach and up to my breasts, her wiry pubic hair tickled my thigh. She smiled down at me, her black hair spilling around our faces, and bent down and tenderly kissed me on the lips. My tongue traced her red lips and tasted my spiciness on her mouth.

"That was nice," she whispered and kissed me again.

"I though you weren't a lesbian?"

Her dark eyes stared down at me and she smiled. "You're lips were very convincing."

"Which lips?" I asked. "My mouth's or my pussy's?"

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

I closed my eyes, enjoying the pressure of Joy's lips on my nipples. I wrapped my arms about her lithe body and traced the line of her spine from her neck to the small of her back. Joy licked her way up my breast and neck and up to my ear, her wet tongue sending shivers throughout my body. She shifted her weight as she nibbled on my earlobe and her pubic hair kissed my smooth pussy lips, pleasantly tickling my labia. And then something hard and hot bumped into my clit and we both gasped. Are clits had kissed and it was amazing.

Joy moved her hips again, bumping are clits pleasantly together. "Ooh, that feels good," Joy cooed. Her dark eyes were wide in awe at our discovery and I was lost in their dark depths.

She started to slowly rotate her hips, gently fucking are clits together. Every time her clit rubbed mine, pleasure rushed through my body. I didn't know what this was called. Everything I heard about lesbians sex was eating pussy or dildos and strap-ons. But I never her of this clit kissing. I slid my hand down, grasping her small ass, feeling her muscles flex beneath her silky skin. I hooked my leg about her and rocked my hips in time to her rhythm. Her hard clit would slide through my wet labia, kiss my clit pleasurably and then my clit would be sliding through her slick lips. Over and over again, each kiss bringing me closer to the sweet release of orgasm.

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

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

"Sweet, sweet Mary," moaned Joy. "Your pussy feels amazing! Ohhh, fuck! I'm cumming! Oh, god, I'm cumming."

Her body writhed on mine. Her hard nipples brushed against mine and she ground our clits hard together. My body tensed as I neared my orgasm, and I locked my legs about Joys silky thighs. I clung tightly to her as the pleasure of my cum rolled through my body. "Oh, Joy, I'm cumming, too," I gasped.

We laid on the table, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms, and gently kissing for a few minutes before Joy reluctantly crawled off of me. She smiled shyly at me and started to gather her clothes. I goosed her ass as she bent over, catching a glimpse of black pussy hair matted with our combined fluids.

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

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

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

We gathered our clothes. Then we exchanged phone numbers. Finally, arms wrapped about each other's waists, we exited the private room back to the main part of the salon and came upon a lovely sight. The customers from the lobby took Mark's orders to heart. The plump stylist was fucking the handle of a hairbrush into one of the woman's vagina. Another customer was moaning as one stylist ate her pussy and the pink-haired girl ate out her ass. A stylist was eating the pussy of a customer sitting in barber chair while another stylist made out with her customer, who had shoved her up against the wall. The customer had her hands up the stylist shirt, groping her tits.

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

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

I smacked my lips. "I definitely have to cum again."

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The Devil's Pact Chapter 3: Customer Service

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The Devil's Pact

Chapter Three: Customer Service

Regretfully, I walked out of the Heavenly Creatures Salon. I really wanted to stay and watch Mary get her cunt eaten out by that Joy, the fine-ass Asian stylist, but the place reeked of so much nail polish remover it was making me sick to my stomach. Oh well, Mary was going to have a good time and I couldn't wait to see her freshly waxed pussy. I smirked, wondering if she would remove all the hair. Or maybe she would just leave a landing strip of bright, auburn hair. I closed my eyes, picturing Mary's beautiful, nude body. Smiling, heart-shaped face, small, firm breasts covered in freckles, curvy waist, and a line of fire leading down her groin to her wet pussy.

I opened my eyes and continued walking to my old Ford Taurus, opened the door, and got in. Since, I spend my days driving around selling used vacuum cleaners, I practically lived out of my car. It was full of fast food wrappers and other garbage. I really needed to clean it out. Mary deserved better than to ride around in this filthy car. She hadn't said anything, but it was obvious she didn't like riding in my car. Maybe I should just get a new car since this one was a piece of shit. A Mustang, maybe, black and sleek. That would work. Smiling, I stuck my keys in the ignition. Hopefully it would start. The engine cough, sputtered. I feathered the gas and for a moment I feared my car wouldn't start. Finally, the engine fired up noisily. Relieved, I drove up the street to the Best Buy and parked my car. I didn't bother to lock it. There was nothing in the car except trash. And anyone was welcome to take that.

I walked into the Best Buy and headed for the electronic section and started browsing the camcorders. There were a lot of choices. I started reading the specifications but I wasn't exactly an expert. I probably would just go with the most expensive one. It's not like I planned on actually paying for it.

"Can I help you, sir," a bubbly, female voice asked and a flowery perfume filled my nose.

I turned to see a tall, lanky blonde in a Best Buy blue polo shirt and khaki pants. Her face had that chiseled, Nordic beauty and her eyes were an ice blue. Pinned to her breast was a nametag that read Jessie. "You definitely can help me," I told her, eying the way her tits filled out her polo shirt. "You want to make me happy, don't you?"

Jessie smiled. "That's what they pay me for, sir."

I looked around for a place to take Jessie and fuck her. Maybe a bathroom or the backroom. No. I could just fuck her right here, amongst all these people. My cock was growing hard and painful in my pants as I thought about fucking her in public. Nearby was a Geek Squad kiosk in the middle of the computer department and I got an idea. I told her to follow me and I lead her behind the Geek Squad counter.

"You shouldn't be back here, sir," Jessie protested.

"Can I get on the PA system from here?" I asked her.

"Yes?" she asked, frowning. "But customer's aren't allowed to. It's for staff only."

"Key up the PA for me."

Without question she picked up the phone and dialed some numbers. As she was handing me the phone, someone behind me shouted, "Hey, customer's aren't supposed to be back here! What are you doing, Jessie?"

Jessie gaped at the balding man who's nametag said he was "Oscar" and the store's general manager, Oscar. "I'm … sorry, sir," Jessie stammered. "He needs to make an announcement."

It was Oscar's turn to gape at Jessie. "And you were just going to let him? C'mon, Jessie. You've worked here …"

I cut his tirade off with a simple, "Stop talking." I chuckled in amusement as he almost bit his tongue in his haste to stop talking. "First off, Oscar everything I do in the store is allowed. Now, you're going to go and get the best camcorder you sell, open the box, and film what I do here." He nodded. It looked like he wanted to talk and I remembered my last command. "You can talk again." I would have to be careful what I told people.

"Okay, sir," Oscar answered. "Jessie, this man is allowed to do what he wants, so help him out in anyway."

"Sure, Oscar," Jessie agreed, chipper and friendly.

I turned back to Jessie and took the phone from her. "Is it ready?"

She nodded. "Just talk into the phone, sir."

"Attention, Best Buy shoppers," I announced over the PA. "I want everyone to believe that it's okay for people to have sex in the Best Buy. You will not try to interfere with anyone having sex in front of you. You will not be offended. Watching someone have sex is going to arouse you. So, if anyone is interested, I'm going to be fucking Jessie in the computer section and you can come and watch. Otherwise, continue shopping and enjoy your afternoon. Thank you."

"Wait, what!" Jessie exclaimed, stepping back from me. "No fucking way is that happening, asshole."

"Oscar told you to help me out in any way," I leered at her.

"He didn't mean that," Jessie protested.

"Sure he did. You want to be helpful. My cock's hard and needs to cum," I told her, "And your pussies getting all hot and bothered. You need a cock in you bad. So bend over the counter and let me fuck your cunt hard."

The anger on her face vanished instantly, replaced with desire. "Sorry, sir, you're right. My boss told me to help you out. Besides, I'm supposed to make sure all our customers leave satisfied."

Oscar the General Manger returned and started filming as Jessie bent over the counter, firm ass straining against her tight, khaki pants. Jessie undid her khakis and wiggled out of them revealing a pair of Hello-Kitty panties. I motioned to Oscar to film that sweet ass as she pushed down her pink and white panties, uncovering pussy was surrounded by blonde, curly hair and dripped juices. Her clit was hardening, peaking pink out of its hood, and her inner lips were engorging, peaking out of her tight slit.

"Get a nice closeup of that cunt," I ordered Oscar as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard dick.

I moved behind Jessie and rubbed my dick on her pussy. She moaned slowly as I pushed my cock into warm, inviting depths. She was wet, but not as tight as Mary. But she still felt great on my cock. Around us, a crowd of employees and customers was starting to form. Jessie's cunt squeezed on my cock as she seemed excited by all the eyes on us. The spectators spurred me on and I fucked this whore hard and fast, the counter creaking beneath her.

Jessie was screaming, "Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt!"

I looked around the crowd and saw a young couple, mid-twenties, watching us intently. The man was average looking, with an athletic build. The woman with him was a petite blonde. She was wearing a purple dress with a loose, flowing skirt that fell to just below her knees and a tanktop blouse with a plunging neckline that revealed a magnificent bosom. For such a petite women, she had such a large pair of tits. A wedding ring glinted on her hand and a gold band gleamed on the man's.

I stared intently at the wife and she blushed. God this was hot. I smiled at her and the husband glanced at his wife and then started staring daggers at me. Licking my lips suggestively at the wife, I gripped Jessie's hips and switched to slow, deep stokes. It was driving Jessie crazy. She begged me to go fast again. I was enjoying her velvety cunt gripping my entire cock as I fucked her slowly. It felt so damned amazing. "God," I moaned. "You feel so good, Jessie."

"You too, sir," she panted. "You're filling me up! Oh, fuck! Faster! Oh, faster, please!"

"Fuck that bitch, fast!" some guy yelled from the spectators.

"Yeah, give it to the whore hard!" another guy shouted.

That was a great idea. So, I picked up the pace, fucking Jessie hard and fast. My balls were tightening, slapping against her clit every time I bottomed out. "Oh, fuck!" I moaned, plunging once more, deep into her cunt's embrace and unload my sperm deep into her.

Jessie panted. "Are you satisfied, sir."

"I am, thanks," I said as I pulled my cock out of her cunt, my cum ran out of her pink pussy.

Jessie moaned in disappointment. "Maybe you want to stick it back in, have another go?"

"I'll stick it in you, bitch!" a spectator called out.

I did want to have another go, but not with Jessie. I glanced at the wife and saw her eyes were staring down at my glistening dick. "Just stay like that, Jessie," I told her, then I turned to the wife. "The women in the purple dress, come here."

As she stepped forward, her husband grabbed her arm, stopping her. She struggled hard in his grip. "What the hell, Erin?" he demanded.

"Let me go, Bill," she protested. "I need to go to him. Please, Bill."

"Let go of Erin," I ordered him. He released his wife and she stumbled forward, almost falling. Regaining her balance, she walked behind the counter and stood next to me, looking up at me.

Erin was short, barely coming up to my chin. I could smell the herbal shampoo she used to wash her hair with. Staring down at her I saw that the roots of her hair were dark brown, so not a natural blonde, and her eyes were a hazel, brown with flecks of brilliant green. Bill followed his wife behind the counter, face reddening with anger. He was muttering under his breath and was starting to pace. I was pretty sure he was working up the courage to hit me. I glanced over at Jessie, still bent over the counter. "You need to cum, Jessie?" I asked her.

"So bad," she moaned, shaking that fine ass. "Please, stick your cock back in."

"Bill, fuck Jessie," I ordered. "Don't stop until she cums." Bill was moving towards Jessie and fumbling at his pants, almost tripping in his haste to get to her wet cunt.

"What the fuck are you doing, William," his wife asked icily. She tried to grab her husband, but he easily pulled out of her grip, and buried himself into Jessie's wet cunt with a low sigh. She started slapping her husband's back and trying to pull him off. "Stop fucking that girl, Bill! Christ, what the fuck are you doing."

"I can't stop," Bill moaned, hips pumping away. "I just have to fuck her!"

"Mmmhh," moaned Jessie. "That's better. Give me a nice fuck, sir!"

"How're those sloppy seconds, Bill?" I asked

"Oh, god," he moaned. "She so wet. And tight. Crap, that's nice!"

"William Connar," Erin cried, hurt painting her face. "Why are you doing this?"

I pulled Erin to me and she wiggled in my grip. "Don't resist," I whispered as I cupped her face in my hand. She relaxed in my arms. Tears swam in her hazel eyes. "Erin, you want to get back at Bill, don't you?"

"Yes," she hissed, fighting back her tears. Her lips were red and full so I kissed them. She froze, not fighting, but not kissing me back, either. I realized I only told her not to resist.

"Good, hop up on that counter next to Jessie, and fuck me," I told her. "That'll show him."

"It will," she snarled and hopped up on the counter, sitting next to her husband fucking Jessie. She spread her legs, the shadow between her thighs promised pleasures to come.

"Bill, I'm going to eat your wife's pussy till she cums," I told him as he fucked Jessie hard. "Then, I'm gonna stick my cock up her cunt and cum deep in her."

"What!" Bill demanded angrily, still fucking Jessie hard. "Don't touch my wife, asshole."

"Oh, you're one to complain, balls deep in that hussy!" his wife retorted.

"Sorry," Bill apologized. "I just couldn't resist!"

"Bastard!" Erin hissed.

I knelt before her and pushed up her skirt, exposing a purple thong covering her pussy. I pulled her thong down and exposed a beautiful, shaved pussy. Her inner lips were large, thick, and protruded an inch out of her slit. I stroked the lips of her cunt with a finger and her juices started to bead on her labia and her clit started to engorge. I swiped my tongue, tasting her musky flavor. Erin moaned as my tongue found her clit, swirling around the hard nub.

"Oh, god, Mark knows his way around a pussy," Erin gasped, vindictively. "Unlike some men I know."

"I try," Bill complained.

"Not hard enough," Erin retorted. "Fuck, his tongue is wiggling inside me. Keep doing that!"

"You always complaining and nagging. Nothing I do is good enough for you, Erin@"

Erin moaned, rubbing her cunt on my face. "Oh, fuck! That's good! And I wouldn't complain if you weren't fucking some fucking whore."

"Hey!" protested Jessie, wiggling her ass on Bill's cock. "I'm not a whore. I'm just giving good customer service!"

Erin's left hand gripped my head and she let out a low, throaty moan. Juices squirted into my mouth as she came hard. "Oh god, oh god!" she screamed. "I'm cumming! Fuck! Fuck, that's amazing."

I stood up and wrapped my arms around Erin and tried to kiss her. She turned her head and I kissed her cheek, instead. Oh, well, I told her to fuck me, not kiss me. I grabbed my cock and rubbed the head against her wet labia. I moved it up and down, bumping her clit, and finally finding her pussy hole. I slid in and it felt so hot to be sliding into a married woman's cunt.

"God, Bill," I moaned. "Your wife is nice and tight."

"Fuck you!" Bill yelled.

"Sorry, Bill. I'm having too much fun fucking your wife." Erin's legs wrapped around my waist, tight, and her hips were fucking me back.

"Oh, god!" Erin moaned. "He's deep in my pussy, Bill."

Bill panted, he was fucking Jessie hard now. "It doesn't feel as good as my cock?" he asked, desperately.

Erin moaned. "It feels different." Erin started watching her husband fuck Jessie. "Is her pussy better than mine?"

"It's, oh fuck, different," Bill panted.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum!" gasped Jessie. She let out a muffled squeal as she came.

"Oh that feels amazing," Bill groaned, fucking Jessie hard and deep. "Here it comes, whore!" Bill came in Jessie's pussy and then pulled out and stumbled back, panting. Then he grabbed my shoulder and tried to pull me out of his wife. Luckily her legs were wrapped tight around me, keeping me buried in her inviting cunt.

"Let go, Bill," I ordered. "Stand there and watch me fuck your wife. You can jackoff, if watching your wife getting fucked turns you on."

Jessie was stretching, a flood of cum running down her legs. "Thank you, Bill," she said in her bubbly voice, "I had a lot of fun satisfying you."

I looked at the crowd watching. "Jessie, bend back over that counter. There are plenty of men who still need satisfaction." I looked at the crowd, fucking Erin slowly. "Who wants a go on Jessie." A pimply faced Best Buy employee named Kevin shot his hand into the air faster than any of the other guys there. "Kevin, start fucking her cunt. Anyone else who wants to fuck her, form a line."

Jessie squealed in delight as Kevin buried his cock into her cunt. "Oh, god, I've wanted to fuck you for so long," he moaned. Several men formed a line behind him. The pimply faced kid pumped his hips like a jackhammer and came in just a few strokes before he stumbled away gasping for air. The next guy in line, an overweight fifty year old, stuck his cock into Jessie's messy pussy.

"Come on, Erin, I'm sorry," Bill pleaded. "You don't need to keep fucking him."

"You came in that slut's pussy," Erin hissed accusingly, writhing her hips as I fucked her, "so he can cum in my pussy!"

"Sorry," Bill mumbled.

I groped Erin's large tits through her dress and bra, feeling hard nipples. Erin nibbled on my ear and clawed at my back. "Are you enjoying watching me get fucked, Bill?" Erin asked her husband.

"No," Bill answered.

"Then why's your cock hard?" Erin asked. "Hmmm, its getting so hard. You like watching your slutty wife getting plowed!" Her pussy was squeezing pleasantly on my cock. "I like you watching, honey. It's making me feel so sexy and naughty!"

"Does it, Erin?" Bill asked, hesitantly.

"Mhh," she moaned. "It does. Knowing you're getting hard watching me is making me so hot."

My hand slid down her back, squeezing her ass. I pulled her skirt up exposing her butt and slid my fingers down her crack and pushed one into her asshole. She gasped and bucked on me and gave a throaty laugh. "Ohhh, I like your finger up my ass," she cooed in my ear. "Bill never plays with my asshole."

"It's dirty," he protested.

Erin's cunt squeezed my cock as I fingered her ass. "Oh, god! I'm such a slut!" she moaned. "Watch as I cum, Bill!" Her cunt spasmed on me as she came, milking my cock and I moaned and came deep in her, spurting my cum three times into her womb. I pulled out and she smiled at her husband. "Stick your cock in my cum filled cunt," she begged her husband.

Bill stared lustfully at his wife, stroking his cock. "I want to, Erin," he moaned.

"Then hurry up, Bill," she panted. "My cunt's all wet and sticky."

"You can move again, Bill," I told him. Bill was in his wife by the time I finished the sentence, her limbs wrapped around each other and lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

"You're cock feels so good in me," Erin cooed.

I grabbed my camcorder from Oscar. "Thanks," I told the manager. "I want you to grab some extra memory cards, the best windows laptop you have, and some accessories. Ring them up for me for free and leave the bag at the front register for me. Then you can join in the orgy."

"Of course, sir," Oscar said and headed off to follow my orders.

With the camera I surveyed the crowd of about twenty people who were watching. Most were guys, but there were a few attractive women in the mix. So, I ordered them forward. There was a raven-black haired beauty, tall and busty, named Marcy. Fatima was a dusky, middle-eastern girl of about nineteen wearing a headscarf, conservative blouse and long, lack skirt. There were two blondes. Veronica was the one with a bad bleach job and red highlights, and Ashley was the blonde with sea gray eyes and huge breasts, easily 48DD. I all five stand front and center before the crowd.

"Ladies," I ordered them. "Pick a partner and start fucking." I looked at the crowd. "If they choose you, do what they want."

Marcy, the raven-haired woman went to her boyfriend and started rubbing his cock through his pants. "You got something for me, Joey?"

The man smiled. "Oh fuck yeah, Marcy." Marcy pulled out Joey's cock and devoured it, bobbing her head furiously as Joey moaned, "Fuck that's good."

She popped the cock out of her mouth. "You like it, sugar?" she asked, the licked up the shaft and sucking this cock back in her wet mouth.

"Love it when you suck me, Marcy."

The Veronica had pulled a man out of the crowd. I saw a wedding ring glinting on her fingers as she fumbled with his belt. Another man, her husband I presumed, watch dumbfounded. Veronica got the stranger's cock out, and stroked his dick before pointing to the floor. The guy laid down, cock erect, as Veronica shrugged out of her jean shorts and blue panties. I zoomed in on her pussy and found a patch of neatly trimmed, brunette hair and thick, protruding pussy lips. She straddled the guy and sat down on his cock. She let out a low, throaty moan as she sank down on all the way on the cock and started riding him reverse cowgirl style. She motioned to her husband and when he walked over she pulled out his cock out and started licking and sucking on it.

"Fuck, Veronica," the blonde's husband moaned as she bobbed her head on his cock. The other guy gripped her hips and guided the motions of her fucking. "What's gotten into you?" he asked. Veronica just moaned around his cock.

Fatima was pulling down the khaki pants of a curly brunette who worked for Best Buy. Her nametag read Lucy and she looked like a deer in headlights as the dusky girl pulled first her pants and then her yellow panties down her hips. Lucy's cunt was shaved bare, save for a landing strip of brown hair leading to the top of her slit. It was so hot watching the Muslim girl's dive into another woman's muff and eat her out with gusto.

"Oh, shit," Lucy moaned. "Jesus, what the fuck … oh crap! Ohhh, that feels nice. Mhhh, tongue my clit."

My cock was hard and I needed to stick into some girls hole. I really didn't care which woman or even which hole. I saw Ashley with her enormous tits getting fucked by a middle aged man. Her pants and panties lay discard on the floor, and one leg was hooked over one of the man's arms, showing off his cock plowing into her blonde furred pussy. Her asshole winked at me from between the soft flesh of her ass.

My cock was still wet from Erin and Jessie so I just stuck it up the blonde's ass. She screamed in surprise, ass clenching hard about my dick. The other guy just kept fucking her pussy, and I could feel his cock through the walls of her ass. It felt a little weird to feel the other guy's cock, but I was too horny to care. I filmed my dick disappearing into the woman's tight ass, her butt cheeks jiggling. I sucked at her white neck, reveling in her ass's firm grip on my dick.

"Oh, crap!" moaned the guy. "Christ her cunny's tight. I'm in heaven! Crap!"

"Oh fuck yeah!" Ashley moaned. "Oh its so hot. Christ, your cum is shooting up into my womb!"

"Crap, I haven't cum that fast in years," sighed the middle-aged man, pulling out of the blonde's cunt. He turned to walk off and froze. "Evie, what are you doing?"

A plump, middle aged woman who was straddling a Mexican stud and riding his cock hard and fast, turned to the guy. "Ohh, just having some fun, dear," she panted as she fucked herself on the man. "Come here and I'll jerk you off till your hard then you can stick it in my ass. That looked really hot watching you double team that blonde." She grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times and then popped it into her mouth.

"Oh, Evie," moaned the guy. "You haven't sucked my cock in years. I forgot how nice it was." His wife grinned around his cock.

I continued fucking the blonde, pausing only long enough to pull her red blouse over her head. Underneath was a beige bra that strained to contain her huge tits. I easily unclasped her bra. It was easier to do when you could see, I discovered. I started fucking her velvety ass again, the soft flesh of her tits overflowing my hands as I groped an kneaded them. The blonde was panting, fucking her ass back into me. My fingers found her nipples and they felt thick and large and I pinched and twisted them between my fingers.

"Oh fuck," the blonde moaned. "Fuck my rear! Ohhh, god that's good." Her fingers were between her legs, playing with her cunt and her ass rippled on my cock. "Fuck, I'm cumming." The rhythmic squeezing of her ass on my cock as she came felt to good. My balls tightened and I erupted deep in her. I rested in her ass for a moment, the pulled out panting. Her ass was so tight, none of my cum leaked out.

I slapped her ass and ordered, "Suck my cock clean, slut." Smiling, the blonde knelt down, cleaning the taste of her ass off my cock. "You like sucking my dirty cock?" She moaned a muffled yes around my cock.

As she sucked my cock, I surveyed the store. More people were fucking then just the ones I ordered. Everyone was getting in the spirit. Woman were fucking one or two guys. One woman was on hands and knees sucking one guy off as another fucked her ass. One lucky guy had a woman sitting on his dick and another sitting on his face. The two women were making out, caressing each other's tits as they enjoyed the man beneath them.

Fatima, the middle-eastern chick, was on her back, her blouse open and Lucy, the Best Buy employee, was sucking at her large, dusky tits with their dark brown nipples while two guys jerked off watching them. Lucy moved lower, pulling up Fatima's long, black skirt and pulled aside her plain, white panties and started to eat her cunt. One of the guys groaned and shot white jizz on Lucy's naked ass and cunt. The other guy lasted only a little longer before cumming on Fatima's tits, white cream contrasting with her coffee-colored skin.

The store was filled with moans and groans. People were cumming and then switching partners right away. I saw Bill watching a black guy fuck his wife's pussy and stroking his cock lazily. The black guy tried to kiss her mouth. "I only kiss my husband," Erin complained. When the black guy came in her, she pushed him away and went to her husband. They kissed and then Bill was sliding back into his wife. "That's the dick I love," she moaned. The black guy just shook his head and walked off.

I looked over and saw that Jessie was still bent over the counter with probably her seventh or eighth guy fucking her cunt. Cum ran in thick rivulets down her legs. The guy in her grunted, cumming inside her and pulling out and I saw her cunt, spread obscenely open and dripping semen. Another guy stepped up and plunged in as Jessie cried out that she was cumming.

Damn, I was getting hard, again. I knelt down behind Lucy and shoved my cock into her cunt. One hand grasped her hip, trying to avoid touching the other guys cum on her ass and back, while filming her eat out Fatima's pussy. Lucy cunt was tight like a glove and it sucked at my cock. Fatima smiled at the camera and played with her cum stained tits. She scooped big gobs of the greasy, white semen and sucked into her mouth as she writhed on Lucy's pink tongue. Then she smiled shyly at me while tugging hard at a dark nipple, breast stretching as she pulled at her nipple.

I fucked Lucy hard and fast and filmed Fatima panting and moaning on Lucy's tongue, face contorting in pleasure. She screamed something in Arabic as she orgasmed, juices squirting onto Lucy's face. Lucy gasped in surprise and wiped female cum out of her eyes. Fatima panted, smiling in pleasure, her hand rubbing her stomach in slow, lazy circles. I was nearing my orgasm, so turned on by watching Fatima squirt in Lucy's face. I wanted to come on the both of the them.

I pulled out of Lucy's inviting cunt and motioned for them to gather around my cock. Both girls knelt before me, mouths open and tongues out. I stroked my dick, slick with Lucy's juices, a few times and then shot ropey, white strands across both their faces. Cum stained Lucy's curly, brown hair and the Fatima's headscarf. And then the two kissed and licked my cum off each other's face. One would gather a mouthful of cum and then kiss the other, sticking semen stained tongue into the other's mouth, sharing the bounty of my cum. Lucy followed a strand down Fatima's neck and discovered the other guy's cum staining Fatima's breasts, tongue licking about her dusky tits.

I would love to see Mary lick my cum off another woman's tits. And then it hit me. Oh, shit! I forgot all about Mary. I pulled out my phone and blinked in surprise. It had been nearly two hours since I left Heavenly Creatures. Wow, time flies when you're fucking. Mary was waiting for me at the salon. I looked regretfully around. There were still several cute women that I would love to stick my dick in. Sighing in disappointment, I stuffed my cock back into my pants and headed to the front of the store, passing grunting couples fucking all over the store.

At the front counter there were two girls, eighteen or nineteen, tending the registers and watching a woman stuff a bottle of water into her cunt while two guys jerked off on her, spraying her body in thick, white cum. Apparently these two girls had quite a work ethic to still be manning the cash registers. I felt they deserved a reward. According to their nametags the Hispanic girl was Rosalita and the brunette was Stacy.

"Oscar should have left a bag for me?" I asked.

"Oh, of course, sir," said Rosalita. Her face was flush and her hard nipples dimpled her shirt. She reached behind the counter and pulled out two large bags and walked towards me and handed me the bags.

"Thanks, dear," I told her. "You deserve a reward. Stacy and Rosalita, I want you both to get naked and then eat each other's pussies till you both cum. Then go find some other people to fuck."

"Oh, thank you, sir," moaned Rosalita. She popped off her shirt, revealing a lace black bra that was transparent enough to see the shadow of her areolas. Her bra came off and I filmed her perky, caramel tits and pink nipples. Underneath her left tit was tattooed "Sexy" in cursive. She was definitely sexy. Rosalita kicked off her shoes and wiggled out of her tight khaki pants. Stacy was even faster. Somehow she was already naked. Stacy's tits were smaller, and she was lithe and slender as opposed to Rosalita voluptuous curves. Rosalita finally got her panties off and Stacy pulled her down to the floor. Rosalita straddled Stacy's face and dove into her pussy. Stacy moaned and then returned the favor, digging her tongue into Rosalita's wet slit.

I sighed, I really need to go. I took one last look at the two girls writhing on the floor and with regret, left Best Buy. I placed the bags in the trunk of my car and got in. The engine started without complaint this time. A fan belt squealed as I backed out of the parking space. A horn honked at I hit the brake. My heart was beating fast in surprise. I looked over my shoulder and realized I had almost backed into this silver mustang.

The driver was a white guy, balding and fat, in his late forties or early fifties. The Mustang was clearly a mid-life-crisismobile. A woman, probably his wife, set in the passenger seat. She was frumpy-looking, in her late forties. The driver honked his horn a second time and yelled something at me. Fuck, this guy was pissing me off. And I had been thinking of getting a new car. It was silver Mustang instead of black, but I could live with that. I got out of my car and the other driver got out of his.

"You fucking blind," the driver screamed at me, his face turning red. "What the fuck is wrong with you. This is a brand new car, asshole." He was right, I could see it still had the dealer plates.

His wife got out of the car. "Tony, get back in the car," she ordered.

"I'm handling this, Marge!" Tony shouted, before turning back to me. "Are you fucking mute! Where'd you learn to fucking drive."

"That's a nice car," I said. This asshole doesn't deserve such a nice car.

"And you almost fucking hit!" he roared. "Christ, what is wrong with your generation. You were probably texting on your fucking phone and not paying any goddamn attention to what the fuck you're doing!"

"Tony and Marge, trade cars with me," I ordered. "And Tony, stop shouting at me." I popped open the trunk to my car. "Tony, grab my bags out of the trunk and put them in my new Mustang's trunk. You will continue to make the monthly payments and the insurance premiums for my Mustang. Now, go sit in your new Ford Taurus. This is your punishment for being an asshole. I want you to sit there and think about how you overreacted."

"Fuck," Tony muttered and grabbed my bags and placed them in my Mustang's trunk.

"Marge, there's an orgy going on in Best Buy. Go in there and fuck as many people as you can," Marge nodded and started walking towards the store. "Tell your husband all the filthy details when your done."

"Marge," Tony protested from my car.

"This is the second part of your punishment," I told Tony. "You cannot leave my car until Marge leaves the Best Buy. And then you will listen to her describe all the cocks she had in her holes and how hard she came."

I laughed as Tony stared despondently at his wife disappearing into the Best Buy. Through the glass doors you could just make out her dropping to her knees before some guy and starting to blow him. Hopefully, Tony would learn to not be an asshole in the future.

I climbed into my new Mustang. The seats were leather and very comfortable. The car had that brand new smell. I breathed it in deeply. I had never owned a new car. I revved the engine and I grinned at the throaty, deep roar. I pushed the clutch and brake in then put the car in gear. I revved the engine again and then peeled out of the parking lot. God, this car had power. It was a shame I only had four blocks to go in heavy traffic.

Excited, I pulled into the Heavenly Creature's Salon parking lot. I couldn't wait to see Mary's waxed cunt. Camcorder in hand, I walked into the salon. Mary was sitting on a bench making out with the Thai receptionist. Mary's hands were down the receptionist's unbuttoned jeans, fingering her cunt. The receptionist was groping Mary's tits through her Starbucks polo shirt.

"That's pretty hot, Mare," I said, filming my girlfriend making out with the another girl.

Mary broke the kiss and smiled at me. "Hey, Mark," she said, fingering the receptionist hard.

"Sorry for taking so long," I said sheepishly. "I lost track of time."

Mary grinned at me. "It's okay. Malai and I found a nice way to pass the time." Malai just moaned. Mary nibbled on her neck and whispered in here ear, "You gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Oh, yeah!" Malai sighed. "Keep rubbing my clit." She bucked as she came, moaning wordlessly.

Mary stood up and smiled sexy at the camcorder and licked Malai's cream off her finger. She was so beautiful with her heart-shaped, freckled face, cute little nose, and her deep, emerald eyes. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a sexy ponytail. A few strands had escaped and fell loosely about her face. She posed for the camera like a '40's pinup girl and blew a kiss at the camera.

"You like you're new toy?" she asked, sauntering over to me.

"Yeah, I had a lot fun with it."

"Is that why you're so late?"

I smiled and nodded. Mary reached me and held out her sticky fingers to my lips. The receptionist tasted sour and spicy. Mary leaned in and kissed me and I tasted a different flavor of pussy juices on her lips. "Joy?"

Mary just grinned and kissed me second time. "Thank you for arranging it," Mary told me. "She made my first waxing it a very pleasurable experience. And who's pussy am I tasting on your mouth?"

"That would be Erin," I told her. "I fucked her while her husband watched."

Mary laughed wickedly. "You're so naughty." She kissed me a second time, then asked "You want to see my waxed pussy?"

I nodded, excitedly.

"I think you'll love it," she said with a sultry smile and winked at the camcorder.

She pulled off her black, polo shirt and her perfect tits were revealed. Pale, small orbs topped with dark pink aerolas and hard nipples. Freckles dotted her chest and breasts, enhancing her beauty. I zoomed in on each tit. She kicked her shoes off before turning around and starting unbuttoning her pants. Mary pulled the pants and her white panties down, exposing her full, round ass. I gave her ass a playful smack and Mary giggled, shaking her butt for the camera.

I licked my lips and adjusted my hard cock in my pants to be more comfortable. Mary turned around, hands covering her pussy. "You ready, hun?"

"God, yeah!"

She pulled her hands away revealing a heart of fiery hair above the tight, exposed slit of her cunt. I whistled appreciatively, reached out slid my finger around her smooth lips and then into her tight slit. She was wet and hot and her clit was a hard, little bump. Mary sighed as I fingered her sensitive clit. "It's perfect, Mare," I whispered in awe, dropping to my knees before her, filming her smooth lips up close.

"Good," Mary answered. " 'Cause it hurt."

"I'm sorry, maybe I can kiss it to make you feel better."

"Maybe," she answered with a smile.

I kissed her auburn heart, the hair ticklish on my lips. Then I kissed the smooth flesh around the heart. Moving slowly around the top and down the sides. I moved lower, kissing down the sides of her labia, tasting her spicy flavor. "Feeling better?" I asked, looking up at her.

"A little. Maybe kiss a little to my … ohhh!" She gasped in pleasure as I started to kiss and nibble on her clit, tracing the spongy nub with my tongue, Mary's gasps and moans were sweet music in my ears. It was getting awkward holding the camcorders and sucking on her clit. "Take the camcorder, babe."

Mary took the camcorder and I dove back into that smooth, sweet pussy, savoring her scent and taste. "Mhhh, you're looking good with pussy on your face," Mary said huskily as she filmed me. "You like to eat my pussy?"

"Love it, Mare," I moaned, mouth full of her sticky juices. "My filly tastes amazing."

"Ohh, you're doing great, hun," she moaned. "Umm, keep doing that to my clit! Fuck, fuck, that's feel so good!"

I gripped her plump ass, pulling her cunt hard against my face. Her juices were flooding my mouth and I drank her sweet nectar. Mary gasped as I sank a finger into her tight ass. Her hips bucked and her cunt danced on my face. Her moans were low and throaty now, her ass squeezing on my finger. "Oh, oh, yeah! Gonna cum, gonna cum!" Her voice was shrill as she came, body writhing on my face. "Oh, fuck, that was so good, hun!"

I kissed up her body, up her flat stomach, pausing to tease her bellybutton with my tongue. I reached her small breasts, kissing both her nipples. I kissed the hollow of her throat, tasting her salty sweat, then moved up her throat to her ear, nibbling her soft lobe. Then I kissed down her jawline and ended at her soft lips, her tongue caressing my lips.

"Mmm, I do taste amazing," she said, licking her lips. "So, you promised to take me shopping."

I laughed. "Yeah, Mare. Let's see what trouble we can get into."

Mary grinned. "Can't wait, hun."

"Gracias, Sister Theodora," Esmeralda said, hugging me and kissing both my cheeks.

I smiled at the elderly Hispanic woman before turning to lock the fellowship hall of St. Afra. I had only been the caretaker for the church for two weeks and I was finding the parishioners to be warm and friendly group. For twelve years I had been Sister Theodora Mariam of the Sisters of Mary Magdalena, ever since a Magdalenite Sister rescued me from the filth of my life. During that time, I had served as the caretaker for many churches and St. Afra's has been friendliest by far.

"You have a nice day," I told Esmeralda with a smile, waving as the seventy-year old Hispanic woman walked towards the street.

The Los Angeles sun beat down on me and I started to sweat in my gray habit and white veil. I wiped sweat away form my forehead and hoped I would get used to the heat. My last post had been in Winnipeg, Canada. I fanned my face with a hand, trying to create a breeze, and thanked God that I didn't have to wear the full wimple that the older generations of nuns had to wear. I walked through the churchyard to the small caretaker's house at the back of the grounds.

The caretakers house was a small, one story dwelling. The exterior was the off-white adobe common in LA and was roofed in faded, red tiles. Inside, there was a small kitchen, bathroom, a bedroom and a small living room that doubled as a dining room. I unlocked the front door and stepped into the blessedly cool, air condition living room. I thanked the Lord for providing me with a working A/C.

I sat down on the faded, blue couch and turned the TV on. The evening news came on, the sports anchor, a handsome Latino man, was talking about last night's Dodger game. They won in extra innings. I pulled my shoes off and rubbed at my white, stocking clad foot, deciding to relax a few minutes before I started to cook my dinner.

"In national news, there was a gas leak this morning in a Best Buy in Puyallup, Washington State," the female anchor announced. She was a big-titted, Hispanic gal wearing a low-cut blouse to really show off her assets. "The shoppers at Best Buy got more than they bargained for as the gas caused some strange behavior."

"They took off all their clothes," the male anchor continued, "and engaged in inappropriate behavior in the store." He was a clean-cut white guy, broad-shouldered and with chiseled features that caused an itch of excitement between my legs.

The footage cut to a woman being interviewed outside the Best Buy. Behind her, firemen and cops were leading stumbling men and women out, draped in yellow blankets, to waiting ambulances. "I walked into the Best Buy and it was full of naked people," the woman being interviewed said. "It was horrifying. There were people BLEEPing everywhere."

"Authorities report over thirty people had to be taken to local hospitals to be examined," the male anchor said when they cut back to the studio. "They are expected to make a full recovery."

"The source of the gas has not been discovered," the female anchor reported. "Authorities have not ruled out the possibility of a terrorist attack."

I turned off the TV. That was no terrorist attack. It was the work of a Warlock. Some poor fool, who sold his soul to the Devil. Based on the orgy, it was some sad, lonely guy who never got laid before and was playing out juvenile fantasies. For seven hundred years my Order had fought the forces of darkness. One of my Sisters, maybe even myself, would soon receive the Ecstasy and would be sent into battle. Sent to exorcise the Warlock and his thralls. That's how I had joined the order. I had been the thrall of a Warlock. He stole me from my husband and my beautiful daughters and I degraded myself with his lusts. Then Sister Louise Afra rescued me. And I had been fighting the Lord's fight ever since.

"Please, God," I prayed. "Let me be your instrument to thwart this evil." My excitement built inside me. It had been two years since I exorcised a Warlock. My hand undid the belt cinching the waist of my habit and lifted the robe up, exposing my plain panties. I touched my crotch and felt my pussy growing moist in my panties. I rubbed my clit through my panties, savoring the memory of the last exorcism I had performed.

The Warlock had a huge dick and it stretched my vagina till it hurt, a pleasant pain that made the press of flesh that much more exciting. I pushed aside the legband of my panties and stuck two fingers up my cunt. I remembered how hard I had cum when that Warlock shot his jizz in me and I stole the Devil's powers from him with my orgasm.

"Oh, please God," I prayed, fucking my fingers hard in my cunt and ground the heel of my hand into my clit. "Please, please God. It has been two years since a man's been inside me, Lord." I could smell the scent of my arousal, and delighted in the musky fragrance. "Two years since I battled Evil. If it is your will, oh Lord, then send me out to fight!" My orgasm rolled over me, my cunt clenched on my fingers. Breathing heavily, I pulled up my hand, wet and sticky and licked my spicy flavor off my fingers. Savoring my orgasm, before I crossed myself. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen." I purred, reaching down to my cunt again.

I needed to cum again.

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The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: Playing at Cuckoldry

mypenname3000

Fantasy, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Male Solo, Male/Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Wife

Introduction:

Bill can't stop thinking about his wife Erin fucking other guys while they were under Mark's control.

The Devil's Pact

by mypenname3000

Copyright 2013

The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: Playing at Cuckoldry

Note: This takes place a week after Chapter 3 involving Bill and Erin Connar and how their lives were changed after the Best Buy Incident.

The car pulled into the my driveway. It was Saturday night, and I was hiding in my bedroom closet, naked, waiting for my wife to get home with whatever guy she picked up at the bar. My cock was hard in anticipation of watching my loving wife fuck a strange man, while I played the cuckold.

Our lives changed the day my wife and I walked into that Best Buy. It had been a Thursday morning, June 6th, 2013, a little over a week ago. We had been browsing the store, shopping for a new washer and dryer set, when Mark Glassner, for reason's the authorities still cannot tell us, flooded the Best Buy with some gas that made everyone, well, have sex. An orgy happened. The media dubbed it the Best Buy Incident. I watched my beautiful wife, Erin, get fucked by three different guys, including the man responsible for the entire event, Mark Glassner.

And every time it happened, I got extremely turned on as I watched my wife writhe and cum on another man's cock. And then I would enjoy sloppy seconds within my wife's pussy. It was a weird mix of jealousy and lust as I watched my wife being so wanton with another man, watching someone else's cock shoot his sperm into my wife's womb. And then I would be on her, fucking her as hard as I could, proving that my cock was better than the one she just had.

"That's the dick I love," Erin had moaned when I shoved my cock into her freshly fucked pussy. "Uhmm, fuck me Bill! Show me how a real man fucks a woman!"

Even after we left the Best Buy, and were freed from the weird, inhibition-numbing effect of the gas, I could remember those words and how much they boosted my ego. My wife enjoyed my cock more than any of the other men that tried to take my place. It was my cock that Erin was hot for, not those some other guys. She even fucked a black guy and their supposedly giant cocks.

Once you go black, you never go back, the saying went. Well, my wife did go black, and she happily came back for my cock. How could you not get addicted to that.

I just couldn't get the image out of my mind of my wife gasping and moaning beneath another man, her cunt frothy with another man's spunk, and how wet and slippery she was when I thrust my cock inside her, how she moaned and cooed in my ear, telling me how much better my cock was. Those images filled my mind as the paramedics check us out, as we rode to the hospital in the back of an ambulance.

I had to see my wife with another man, I realized. When we were getting pocked and prodded by doctors and nurses at Good Sam hospital while they tried to figure out what Mark Glassner did to all of us, I kept imagining my wife doing all these filthy things. I pictured the young doctor with his square jaw and boyish good looks, bending my wife over the exam table and lifting up her hospital gown and just plowing into her, the wanton look my wife would get as she slammed her hips back into him, begging him to cum in her married cunt.

When the cop came to take our statement, I fantasized about him strip searching my wife, doing a cavity search on my wife's pussy. And she would get so wet as his finger probed her pussy, she would be panting like a bitch in heat, desperate for a cock to fill her. Then the cop would say he needed to use a different tool to search her cunt. His cock would come out and he would begin to fuck my wife.

"Search my naughty, married cunt," my wife moaned in my fantasy. "Oh yes, your tool is searching my pussy so thoroughly. If you keep searching, I'll definitely give you what your looking for!"

When we got home, I was so horny. I asked if my wife if she wanted a foot massage and she gave me a shy smile. My foot massages always ended up with us in the bedroom. My wife went to slip into something more comfortable, and came down in a short, mauve silk robe that clung to her body like a second skin. A smile was on her beautiful face, her hazel eyes twinkling with anticipation. Her dyed blonde hair fell loosely about her shoulders and her round melons swayed beneath the loosely tied robe, her nipples hard points on against the silk.

As I massaged her feet, she would shift her legs and I would catch glimpses of her shaved pussy, shadowed between her thighs. My wife could be such a tease. "That was pretty wild, today," I said, a carefully, light tone.

Erin's face flushed red. "Um, it was okay, I guess. I mean, nothing that happened was really us, right?" There was a hopeful tone to her voice. She was worried that I resented her for fucking those other men.

"No, it didn't count," I told her, kissing the sole of her foot, briefly. "But it was...exciting."

Erin looked at me, curious, maybe a little hopeful, even. "Which part?"

Her legs shifted, a brief glimpse of her shaved pussy. Was that moisture I saw beading her vulva? What had gotten my wife excited? My foot massage? Or was she remembering the men she had fucked today. "Watching you," I told her, staring into her hazel eyes.

The two words hung in the air between us. Erin licked her lips. We both felt it, our relationship was about to change, and it was all up to Erin. I kept rubbing her feet as she thought, my thumbs kneading the soles of her feet. "Is that what you really want?" she finally asked.

"I can't stop thinking about it," I told her.

She took a deep breath. "Nor can I," she said, half a whisper. "I...I love you, but it was exciting, knowing you were watching. I could feel your jealousy, your lust for me!" A smile creased her lips. "It made me feel so desired! By you, by the man in me! I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world."

She unbelted her robe, her round breasts appearing as the robe fell away. Her nipples were hard, pink. "Thank you for the massage, Bill," she said, huskily, standing up. I watched her heart-shaped ass sway as she walked upstairs. "Coming dear?"

That night we pretended I was different people. The doctor from the hospital, the cop giving her a cavity search, and Mark Glassner himself. I couldn't believe I had another three cums inside my balls, and I don't even know how many times Erin came. It was nearly three in the morning when we stopped, both of us holding each other tightly in are mused sheets.

"How do we do this?" Erin asked.

I was too tired to answer and fell asleep holding my beautiful wife. Good thing we had one day left on our vacation, because neither of us were fit for work the next morning. We napped the day away, and that night, we went to the Lucky Cowgirl Bar. We entered separately, Erin in a pair of tight jeans, and a low cut, blouse and a push-up bra to make her tits really look round and full. I found a table and nursed a beer as I watched Erin flirting with several guys.

The guys were drawn to her beauty, her sexuality. She looked really into it, laughing and touching the men. Jealousy and lust warred inside me. She looked so natural, so happy. Throwing back her head as she laughed, thrusting her breasts forward so the guys could look down her top. She should be laughing like that for me. Every so often, she would glance at me, seeing me watching and she would get more bold. Soon, her hands were rubbing one of the guys legs, then his crotch. And the man was getting bold, too. He was touching my wife's knees, her thighs, then he was between her legs, rubbing her cunt through the crotch of her jeans.

The jealousy was a burning a hole in my stomach and my cock was an iron rod in my pants, aching to be released. Only I should be touching Erin there. She was my wife. We swore vows to be always faithful and she was happily breaking those vows with some guy she just met at a bar. The hussy. My beautiful, loving hussy.

The man leaned over, whispering something in her ear and she gave a wicked laugh. The man stood up and led her to the men's room. I finished my beer, my cock was hard in my pants. A sick feeling roiled in my guts. My wife was getting fucked in the bathroom of this dive bar. I waited a minute, and then followed them in. The last stall was occupied and I could hear a soft moan, the wet sound of a cock sliding into a moist cunt. I got into the stall next to them.

For a minute there was only breathing. And then, the rustle of clothing, panting breathes, the sloppy sound of a cunt getting reaming by a hard cock. My wife's wet cunt getting reamed by someone else's hard cock. The guy was fucking her harder, I could hear flesh slapping against flesh. A low, throaty moan from my wife, she was enjoying it, the slut. Sweat broke out across my skin, my stomach sunk and churned with jealousy, and my cock was hard. I unzipped my pants and spit on my palms.

"So tight!" the guy fucking my wife muttered and my wife gave a delightful squeal.

I started stroking my cock, trying to picture what was going on in there. Was she bent over the toilet, getting fucked from behind, her jeans bunched up around her ankles. Was she sitting on the toilet, her legs spread wide and the guy plunging into her married cunt, hammering away at my darling wife's pussy. Or maybe he was the one sitting on the toilet, and my wife was straddling him, riding his hard cock while he sucked on her tits.

"Hmm, you feel so good," my wife moaned. "Harder!"

"There's someone in the next stall," the guy protested.

"Let him hear. I bet he could use the cheap thrill!" The slap of flesh grew louder, faster. I stroked my cock faster, matching the beat of their fucking. "Ooh, yes, stud! God, you're fucking my snatch so fucking well!"

"You're such a dirty slut," the man moaned. "Goddamn, I'm gonna cum."

"Oh, don't pull out, I'm on the pill and I love to feel a man shooting inside me!"

"Well here it comes, baby!"

Four more slaps of flesh and then a low, groan from the guy.

"Ohh, flood my cunt, stud! Hmm, I'm cumming, yes, yes! Fuck, yes!"

There was only heavy breathing coming from the stall and then the metallic rasp of a zipper, leather rubbing on metal as a belt was buckled. "Ohh, that was great. You want to get out of here, or something, baby."

"Maybe," my wife purred, "why don't you go get us some drinks while I get cleaned up."

"Sure," the guy answered, the stall opened and he left.

I waited a minute and slipped out of the stall, one hand holding my pants up, my cock jutting hard before me as I opened the stall door. My wife was leaning over the toilet, her ass pointing at me and I could see her freshly fucked cunt between her sleek thighs. Her pussy was wet and dripping white cum that ran thickly down her thighs.

She shook her ass and moaned, "Thank god, Bill, I need to cum real bad!"

"I thought you just did, Erin?"

"That guy shot off too fast. I had to fake it," Erin complained. "I need my husband to finish the job."

I let go of my pants, they dropped down to my ankles. Did she really fake it, or was she just saying that to make me feel better? My cock was hard, pointing at my wife's cunt, it really didn't matter if she enjoyed. All that mattered was that she enjoyed me more. That I could satisfy her better than the stranger that just fucked her. I rubbed the cock up and down on her slit, and then I was inside her sloppy cunt. My wife moaned happily as I slid in and she looked back at me.

"There's the cock I love," she moaned. I leaned in, draping myself across her back as I fucked her and we kissed. "Now, make me cum, stud, with your big cock!"

I fucked my wife hard, sliding a hand up her blouse to her breasts cupped in her bra. I pushed my hands into her bra cups and kneaded her soft tits. Her nipples were hard against my hands and she moaned appreciatively as I played with her sensitive nubs. I was fucking her harder and faster, enjoying her very wet and tight cunt.

"Oh, Bill, that's so good," she moaned. "Umm, yes, fuck me! Fuck your slutty wife!"

"You were such a bad wife," I growled, my groin slamming into her. "Moaning and cooing for that guy, letting him stick his cock inside you."

"His little prick," she corrected with a moan. "I was very bad, so let my naughty cunt make it up to you." She gave a throaty laugh that turned into a moan of pleasure. "Hmm, you're making me cum, Bill, with your big cock! Yes, yes! Ohh, fuck I love you, Bill!"

I was better than that guy! He couldn't even satisfy my wife. But I could. Her cunt was pulsing on my cock, rippling along the length of my shaft as her orgasm trembled throughout her body. I was getting closer to my own cum. My thrust were becoming more powerful, burying my cock all the way inside her, then pulling slowly back, and burying deep into her warm depths, again. I groaned as my cum shot into her, washing her cunt clean of that other's guys spunk.

The guy was still waiting at the bar when we came out of the bathroom, arms about each other's waist. He stood up, his mouth open in shock and then he sat back down at the bar, not sure what to do, other than down his drink. My wife didn't even give him a second glance. When we got home, we made love in the shower after we cleaned that man's filth off my wife.

The next night, I watched Erin getting fucked in the dirty alley behind the Drunken Pugilist. The guy she was fucking didn't seem to care that I was watching, and I didn't care when he watched us as he smoked a cigarette. All I cared about was how much louder my wife moaned for me than for the guy smoking his cigarette.

Sunday morning we went to church, and I imagined her slipping off into the bathroom and getting fucked by our preacher. Sunday evening we were at American Joes and I was listening to my wife getting nailed through a bathroom stall while I jerked my cock. I came at the same times as the guy came in my wife, spraying my cum on the stall door. That guy lasted long enough for my wife to cum for real with him. But I gave it to Erin better. I had just cum so I was going to last awhile, a good, long fucking in the bathroom, and she came three times on my cock before I flooded her naughty pussy.

Monday came, and our vacation was over. The work week dragged by so slowly. We just didn't have time to go to a bar and troll for a stranger. But, each night, we made love again, talking about what we'd like to do this weekend, which bars we'd go to, what outfits Erin would wear while she hunted for guys.

When Friday came, we were at Red Deer Tavern, and Erin got fucked in the backseat of some guys car. When she finished, I pulled her into the backseat of our Kia and fucked her sloppy cunt hard and fast.

It was Erin's idea for her to go to the bar alone and that's how I ended up in our bedroom closet, naked, on a Saturday night. My wife had just texted me she was on her way with a guy. My cock was achingly hard when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I left our bedroom window open and I could just hear their footsteps and my wife's wanton giggles. The door open, and the sound of my wife and her lover stumbling up the stairs drifted up to me.

I started to slowly jerk my cock.

The door opened and I could just see them through the slats of the closet door as Erin walked in backwards, kissing a young, tall guy, pulling his shirt off, exposing his muscular chest. Jealousy roiled in my stomach as I watched them kiss. This was the first of her lovers that she'd actually kissed, and passionately at that, their tongues wrestling in each other's mouths. I stroked my cock a little faster, giving my cock a firmer squeeze as I jerked it. That's my wife your kissing, asshole!

The young man threw my wife down onto our marital bed. My stomach felt like it was up in my throat. I had never felt so jealous in my life. I was pounding my cock so hard. I had never been so excited in my entire life. I was stroking my cock like there was no tomorrow. The young man was hiking up my wife's skirt, her hands fumbling at his belt, pulling his cock out of his pants and gave it a few strokes. Her panties came off, thrown across the room to land right in front of the closet. I could see the damp stop in the gusset of my wife's panties.

I flogged my bishop harder.

Both of them were panting so loudly they drowned out the slapping noise my hand made against my groin as I furiously jacked off my cock. I moaned through gritted teeth as I shot ropey cum all across our closet door as my wife moaned wantonly as the young man slid into her wet cunt. His pants slipped down, exposing his pale ass as he fucked my wife hard and fast.

He came in less than five minutes, rolling off my wife and panting as he looked up at the ceiling. My wife set up on her elbows, giving the guy an annoyed look. He didn't last long enough to let her cum. My wife bent down and started licking at his cock, trying to get it hard. Christ, she wanted a second round. As life grew in her lover's cock, my own cock found a renewed vigor, hardening in my hand, and I began to slowly jack off again.

"God you're good at sucking cock," the guy moaned. "If I was your husband, I'd keep you so satisfied that you wouldn't need to cheat on me."

My wife gave a throaty laugh. "Are you so sure about that, you didn't even last long enough for me to cum."

"I'll last longer the second time," the guy boasted. "You'll come so hard, you'll forgot all about that husband of yours and just want me."

"We'll see," my wife said, stroking his cock. "You ready for round two, stud."

"Yeah, baby," he moaned. My wife straddled him, facing the closet, her eyes seeking me out behind the slats. "Reverse cowgirl, nice!" the guy moaned as his cock was engulfed in my wife's pussy.

My wife started to slowly ride him, her hips writhing from side to side as she rose up and down. She licked her lips, then pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her round breasts. She licked a finger, and then slowly circled a hard nipple. There was a wicked smile on her face as she put on a sexy show for me.

"Fuck, you're tight, baby," the guy moaned. "Your husband is an idiot for not keeping such a hot piece of ass locked down."

Erin giggled, tossing her bleach blonde hair as she rode him faster and faster. She brought her finger up to her lips again, her tongue slowly licking the finger like it was a cock, then she reached down and began rubbing her clit in slow, gentle circles. Her breasts were heaving as she went up and down on his hard shaft, faster and faster. Her hips were rolling and the guy was moaning wordlessly as she fucked him.

"Ohh, I'm gonna cum," my wife moaned, still staring at me through the closet door. "Watch me cum, honey, watch me cum!" I'm watching you, Erin, I thought, as I stroked my cock. Erin threw her head back, her eyes squeezing shut as her body shivered atop the guy.

"Fuck, that felt like a good one, baby," the guy asked. He was starting to thrust his cock up into my wife as she rode him.

"It was a great cum," Erin husked, licking her finger as she stared at me. She nodded.

I sent the text.

"I'm getting close, baby," the guy moaned. "Keep riding my cock! Fuck you feel so good!"

Erin's phone chirped. "Crap, it might be my husband!"

"Fuck, I was so close," the guy moaned in disappointment as Erin got off his cock and pulled her phone out of her purse. "Just ignore the fucking text and get back to bed, baby! I need to cum so bad! Your pussy felt so fucking amazing."

"Shit!" she cursed. "My husband's going to be home in five minutes! You gotta go! He has a terrible temper! He can't find you here!" Her panic sounded real.

"Fuck," the guy shouted, standing up, his cock wilting in fear. He rolled off the bed and tripped on his tangled up pants, falling flat on his face. My wife bit her hand to stifle her laugh. The guy got back on his feet, grabbed his discarded shirt and raced out of the house.

Erin walked to our bathroom, laughing the entire way. I opened the closet door and followed her into the bathroom. Her dress was still hiked up over her waist and I could see a single streak of cum working its way down her inner thigh. She was filling a small glass with water and then rinsed her mouth out.

"Blegh, that guy smoked," she grimaced as I walked up behind her, rubbing my cock on her ass. "You better give me a good fucking, Bill," she told me as I kissed her shoulder. "You owe me, William Connar. You owe me for all the disgusting guy I let paw at my body. For your amusement, I might add."

"I love you, Erin," I whispered as my cock slipped between her spread legs, prodding at her wet pussy lips.

She reached down, guiding the cock inside her hole, wet with another man's cum. "I love you, Bill. Uuhh, and I love your big cock, too. I had rub my own little clit to get a cum out of that guy and his little dick!"

I fucked her slowly, my hands reaching around to play with her soft breasts. Her hips were rotating slowly, matching my pace. Then I started thrusting hard as I played with her hard nipples. Erin's eyes opened in pleasure and surprise, a throaty moan escaped her lips as I fucked her faster.

"Did you hear that guy" Erin asked as, her ass rubbing against my groin as we fucked, pillowy soft. "He thought his little dick could satisfy me more than my husband's big cock!"

"I love you Erin," I moaned into her ear. "Thank you for being the best wife!"

She let out a throaty moan. "Your welcome," she purred. "Now fuck me, stud!"

"What should we do tomorrow night?" I asked my wife as I drove my cock faster and harder inside her sopping cunt, the bathroom filling with the slap of flesh.

"Why don't we...ohh...stay in and...uhhh...order a pizza," Erin moaned, her body trembling in my arms "and I'll give the...uuuhmmm...the driver a very good tip."

Her cunt was milking my cock as she came in my arms. She didn't need to play with her clit to cum for me. I drove my cock once more up into her and flooded her juicy pussy with another load of cum. "What if it's a woman driver?" I asked.

"Would you like to see me with a woman?" Erin asked, turning around to face me.

I cupped her lips and kissed her softly. "I'd love to see you with a woman."

Erin smiled saucily at me. "Well, Bill, I'd love to see you fuck another woman and lick your cum out of her pussy. I've been thinking about it ever since Best Buy and I watched you fuck that girl."

"Why didn't you say that sooner?"

"I was having so much fun making you jealous," Erin confessed with a laugh. "You make me cum so hard when you're all jealous."

I laughed and scooped my wife up in my arms and carried her to bed to make love to her again. We were going to be very tired for church in the morning.

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The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter 1

mypenname3000

Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Prostitution

Introduction:

Jessica returns to work after the Best Buy Incident, eager to follow the number one rule of retail.

The Devil's Pact

by mypenname3000

Copyright 2013

The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident

The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter One: Keep the Customer Satisfied

Note: This takes place on the Monday following the Best Buy Incident from Chapter 3, following Jessie Smith and all she learned that day.

"Jessie Smith," I whispered to myself as I entered the South Hill Best Buy, "today is going to be a great day!"

It was my first day back to work since what the Media dubbed the Best Buy Incident happened. Mark Glassner released the gas in the store last Thursday, causing everyone to participate in an orgy. The Store had been closed all weekend long as the FBI investigated the attack, and I was happy to be back at work, dressed to please.

On the first day of my training, Oscar, the General Manager told me and the rest of my class, "The number one rule of retail: keep the customer satisfied. A satisfied customer will return. A satisfied customer will tell their friends and family all about it. Do not argue with the customer. If they want to return something, let them. If something is broken, fix it. If they want you to carry their one bag out to the car holding a single DVD in it, do it. Just do whatever it takes to keep the customer satisfied."

Those words stuck in my mind, and the day Mark Glassner walked into the store and gassed us, I learned just how far a girl needed to go to keep the customer satisfied. Bent over the counter of the Geek Squad desk, I satisfied more customers with my slutty little cunt then I could count. Small dicks, big dicks, and every sized dick in between. My little cunt satisfied them all and I had so many orgasms doing it. When the fireman found me, cum was running thickly down my legs, soaking my khaki work pants and hello kitty panties bunched up around my ankles.

So, over the weekend, I made some purchases. I found the tightest, low-riding khaki pants I could fit in. They molded to my tight little ass like a second skin. At Victoria's Secret I bought a nice selection of skimpy thongs. Today was a red one that hug my hips, disappearing down the front and back of my jeans. I took all my shirts and dried them on the highest heat, shrinking the fabric until all my Best Buy polos fit snugly about my torso, molding to my bra-less breasts. I put on the sluttiest make-up, curled my blonde hair so it framed my cute face, and practiced my sexy walk. I had looked so hot in the mirror as I got ready this morning, my nipples perked right up, poking at the fabric of shirt and my cunt began to moisten my brand-new thong.

I looked ready to be fucked!

I was a little nervous as I rode the 402 bus down Meridian to get to work. I had never worn such revealing clothes before. But, the number one rule of retail is to keep the customers satisfied, and my hot little body was going to do just that. Every guy on the bus stared at my hot body and felt so self-conscious. However, when I walked through the door, my shy, nervousness vanished. Back in the store, my decision felt right. I was a Customer Service Representative. It was my duty to satisfy every customer anyway I can.

I drew eyes as I walked through the store, to the employee section in the back, delighting in the stares I received. Some of the women gave me such dirty looks while some of the men possibly drooled over my body. I added an extra sway to my walk, letting the men get a good look at my tight ass and the thong peaking out of the back. Their cocks would be hard and needing relief. But not yet, I wasn't on the clock.

I pushed into the back of the store, through the shelves to the Employee break room. A poster from Corporate hung on the door way. "The number one rule of retail: Keep the customer satisfied," the sign read and showed a smiling Asian girl in a Best Buy polo helping out an equal smiling couple.

Instead of helping that couple find a TV, she should be kneeling down and sucking that woman's cunt while her husband fucked her wet, Best Buy pussy. Then she'd have some real satisfied customers. I licked my lips, wondering what another woman's pussy tasted like. Well, we have female customers as well, and they might need my pretty little mouth to give them some satisfaction, too.

With that happy thought, I opened the door and slipped into the break room. It was a rather barren place. A few tables and uncomfortable chairs, lit by flickering florescent lights. On the counter was a microwave that had to be older than any Best Buy store in existence, and a fridge that smelled of old food.

"Hey, Jessie," pimply faced Kevin squeaked as I walked boy. His face was flushed. He was probably remembering how good my cunt felt when he slipped his cock in me during the orgy. He was so happy to fuck me the poor guy came after just a few strokes. I was glad to satisfy him, even if he wasn't a customer. "I...er...hi," he finished lamely.

"Hi Kevin," I said in my bubbly voice. He was sweet, and maybe one day he could fuck me again, but he worked at Best Buy. It was the customer's I needed to keep satisfied not the Employees. Maybe after work I'd find him and see if he needed some satisfaction.

"Well..er...have a nice...um...yeah," he mumbled, flustered, and walked off. He had a cute butt, I noticed. And I remembered his dick having a nice girth. I bet it would feel real good if lasted a bit longer. Hmm, I needed to clock on so I could find some customer to satisfy my little pussy, but I still had a few agonizingly long minutes to wait.

Finally it was noon and I clocked on and ventured out onto the sales floor. My job was to roam around the entertainment section, the DVDs and Video Games, and satisfy customers. It was the number one rule. Just like the sign on the break room read. And I knew just where to satisfy my customers, I smiled naughtily at the thought.

There was a man in his late twenties, brown hair framed a serious face. "Hello, sir, is there anything I can help you with?" I asked, cheerfully, putting as much emphasis as I could into "anything" that I could.

He glanced at me then did a double take as he drank me in. I was standing there, bouncing as cutely as I could on my toes, letting my breasts jiggle beneath my tight shirt, while I had the biggest, most friendliest smile on my cute face. He swallowed, his eyes roaming across my body. My nipples were hard, poking at my shirt, letting the guy know just how happy I was to see him.

"I'm here to make sure you leave satisfied," I purred, stepping closer and letting my left breast graze his arm. The feel of his arm brushing across my hard nipple sent a naughty thrill through my body and my pussy began to moisten in anticipation of his cock. "And I do mean anything, sir." Then I gave the most girlish giggle I could, thrusting my breasts forward. His eyes were glued to them and I could see a bulge growing in his pants. He definitely needed some satisfaction.

"Are you..." he looked around then whispered, "Are you implying that you'll..." He trailed off, licking his lips.

I bent closer, whispered in his ear. "Back of the store are several restroom. I'll be in the farthest one. Knock three times and I'll let you in."

"Fuck," he muttered and I could feel his eyes on me as I swayed my way to the back of the store and slipped into the restroom.

It was a single use, gender neutral bathroom. A toilet, a sink, and a changing station dominated the room, leaving little room for anything else. It would be tight, intimate. And that would just be more satisfying. I pulled off my top, kicked off my shoes, and shimmed my tight khakis off, followed by my thong. It was cool in the air conditioned bathroom, and my nipples stood out hard. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, running a hand through the smooth lips of my shaved pussy. That had been a fun adventure, yesterday, shaving my cunt for the first time.

Knock, knock, knock.

I took a deep breath, and unlocked the door. The serious man walked in and he froze, seeing me in all my naked glory. "This is really fucking happening," he muttered in awe. "I'm not dreaming?"

I stepped up to him, took his hand and placed it at my breast. "Does this feel like your dreaming?" I giggled.

"No," he breathed, his hand squeezing my tit, rubbing his palm against my hard little nipple. "I don't have a condom."

"Who wants to wear a nasty condom?" I asked with a giggle. "Isn't it more satisfying to go bareback?"

"Fuck," he muttered.

"Exactly," I smiled, my hand massaging the bulge in his pants. "Let's fuck."

I found this belt, unbuckled it and then unfastened his pants. I slipped my hand into his pants, beneath his tight, white undies and found his cock. It was warm and throbbed in my hand. I pulled it out, pink and long, with a cute head and a bead of pre-cum leaking out. I ran my tomb across the head, smearing the pre-cum around the head of his cock.

"Mmhh, I can tell you need some satisfaction," I purred, stroking his cock slowly in my hand. "Where would you like to stick your cock."

"Where?" he asked. "You mean..." His eyes glanced down to my wet slit and I rubbed his cock.

"You want to stick your cock in my little pussy?" I cooed with my bubbly voice. I turned, facing the wall above the sink and bent over, sticking my tight ass at him and wiggled it. "C'mon big boy, stick that dick inside me. Let me satisfy you, sir!"

I watched in the mirror as he stepped up behind me. I smiled, watching the reflection. I looked so girlish and happy in the mirror, my gray eyes shining with lust, my curly, blonde hair framing my attractive face. I felt his hands on my hips, his eyes gazing down at my ass. I moaned when his hard cock grazed my pussy, the head rubbing up and down and then he was inside me, his hard cock filling me up. I gasped, gripping the sink with my hands as I came on his cock, moaning loudly. I was just so excited to finally be satisfying a customer. I spent all weekend masturbating with my favorite vibrator thinking about all the dicks that needed my cunt.

"Shit," he muttered as his cock sank all the way in me. He drew back slowly, so deliciously slow that a moaned escaped my lips. "Shit, shit, shit!" he muttered over and over, his cock sliding all the way into me, his groin pressing against my ass. I rotated my hips, rubbing my ass against his groin, sliding his cock around inside me as his pubic hair tickles my ass.

His hips started moving, sliding is cock in and out of me, the delicious pleasure coursing through my body. I slammed my hips back into him, squeezing my cunt on his cock as we fucked. I watched us in the mirror, the look of pleasure that crossed my face as cock reamed me, my perky breasts swaying from the force of his strokes. His face was grimaced in pleasure, his pants growing louder and louder.

"Fuck, fuck!" he muttered. "Christ, I can't believe this is happening. Fuck!"

"Umm, is my slutty little cunt satisfying you!" I moaned.

"Yes!" he groaned. "Fuck, fuck! Oh, crap!" In the mirror I could see his eyes squeeze shut and he slammed his cock all the way into me and then there was that delicious feeling of a man cumming inside me and then a contented, satisfied expression crossed his face.

I smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. I followed the first rule of retail, I satisfied the customer. He drew back, fucking in a few more times, to get those last few squirts of cum out. I moaned and felt my cunt contract around his dick as I came a second time on his cock. "Oh, fuck that was nice," I panted and sighed. "You have a great cock, sir."

"What do we...uh...now," the guy mumbled as he pulled out of me, my cunt suddenly empty and aching to be filled.

"Why, you finish your shopping, sir," I said happily. "Now that your cock isn't backed up with all that cum, you can shop with a clear head. And, if you don't mind, you could fill out a customer survey and let my boss know just how well I satisfied you."

"Yeah, sure," he muttered and then he put his cock away. He paused, then pulled out his wallet.

"Oh, sir, that's really not necessary," I protested. "I'm not a prostitute. Just someone dedicated to great customer service."

"Then...um...think of it as a tip," he said and shoved a pair of twenties into my hand and slipped out of the bathroom.

A tip, I thought with a naughty grin. Just a tip. I deserved it for going so far above and beyond my duty. I folded up the twenties and stuffed them into my pants pocket then I wadded up some toilet paper, cleaned up my messy cunt and pulled on my clothes with a happy smile. I dressed and checked myself out in the mirror. I still looked hot, my cheeks flushed from the exertion, my hair a little mused. Nice, sexy, just been fucked hair, I thought. I slipped out of the bathroom and looked around the store.

I satisfied one customer, but so many more needed to be helped.

"Hello, sir," I greeted a tall, dark man. He looked Hispanic, a thick, black mustache on his handsome face and a set of broad shoulders. "Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked with the friendliest, most inviting smile I had as I brushed my breasts across his arm and smiled as I saw a bulge form in his pants. "I'll do anything to satisfy you, sir."

The man grinned at me. "Anything?"

I moved my hand, placing it on his bulge, feeling his stiff wood through his jeans. "Well, sir, the first rule of retail is to keep the customer satisfied," I purred. "And I can just feel how much satisfaction you need, sir."

"And how much will 'anything' cost me?" he asked.

"It's free, of course. Just one of the services I give to keep my customers satisfied and cumming back for more," I laughed. "But I do accept tips."

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter 2

mypenname3000

Fantasy, Males / Female, Romance

Introduction:

Kevin finally has the courage to ask Jessie out on a date, unaware of her new brand of customer service.

The Devil's Pact

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

Copyright 2013, 2014

The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident

The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter Two: Coffee After Work

Note: This takes place on the Monday following the Best Buy Incident from Chapter 3, following Kevin Mattock.

All I could think about since I woke up was Jessie Smith.

Actually, all I could think about since last Thursday when the 'Incident' happened, was Jessie Smith.

Well, to be honest, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Jessie Smith since the day she was hired back in January. January Fourteenth, to be precise. A Tuesday. I fell in love with her at first sight. Jessie barely even noticed me.

She was just so pretty. Curly, blonde hair that framed her cute face. And that was the word for it. Cute. From her button nose, to her round, gray eyes and pursed lips. She was tall, almost as tall as I was. And maybe she didn't have the biggest tits, but hers filled out the blue Best Buy polo she wore very nicely and her ass looked quite shapely in her khaki pants. I, on the other hand, was a nerdy guy with far too many pimples on my face and too shy to talk to the girl of my dreams.

But when Mark Glassner unleashed his gas in the Best Buy, I watched the love of my life getting fucked over and over by a line of men. And I was one of them. I didn't last long when I fucked her as she was bent over the Geek Squad desk. It was my first time, and with my Jessie no less. I barely got to enjoy her tight hole before I was shooting off inside her. I was just so excited to finally lose my virginity.

And now it was Monday, the store reopening after the FBI finished their investigation over the weekend, and I was afraid Jessie would hate me. She must hate all the men who took advantage of her in our inebriated state. How could she not hate us. What girl would enjoy getting gangbanged at her work. I wondered if I could handle my Jessie hating me as I walked into the Best Buy, and made my way back to the breakroom.

The breakroom was a sad place; a few tables, terrible florescent lights that flickered, and a microwave that must be from the seventies, which was just sad. We sold microwaves. How much would it cost the company to break out one of the many microwaves we sell for fifty dollars. And the less said about the smells in the refrigerator the better.

My shift started at 11:45 so I clocked in and turned to see Jessie walk in. She looked so sexy today, almost like an entirely new Jessie. Her cute face was transformed into a sexy vixen with blonde curls by the careful application of makeup. Her Best Buy polo looked two sizes too small for her and she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. I could see the outline of her breasts and the two tents caused by her hard nipples. Her pants were low-riding and tight and I could see the top of her red thong.

"Hey, Jessie," I squeaked as I walked by. My face reddened with lust and embarrassment as my cock hardened uncomfortably in my underwear. "I...er...hi," I stammered.

"Hi Kevin," she answered in her cute, bubbly voice.

My heart pounded with joy. She didn't hate me. All I had to do was talk like a normal person. Just tell her to have a nice day, Kevin, then work your way to asking her out for some coffee. Instead, I stammered out, "Well..er...have a nice...um...yeah." What was that Kevin? That wasn't how a normal person talked, I berated myself. Flustered, I pushed past her out onto the Sales Floor.

I spent my entire day discreetly watching Jessie and fantasizing about asking her out. Jessie was quite friendly with our customers, I noticed, walking up and being very helpful. Then she would disappear off to the bathroom. There must be something wrong with her? She seemed fine whenever I looked at her, but maybe she was just putting on a brave face. Whenever she noticed that I was starring at her, she would smile back at me, the cutest and most amazing smile of all time that sent my heart hammering with joy.

The day just seemed to drag on and on. Every time I glanced at my phone, I would swear time should be going faster. When I wasn't watching Jessie or fantasizing about being with her again, I had to help the customers. And today they just seemed especially stupid. My mind was too focused on how I would ask Jessie out. Running through scenario after scenario, and I just couldn't be bothered to give a damn about the customer's stupid questions about tablets, or explain for the fifteenth time the difference between DVD and Bluray.

Finally, it was time for me to clock out. Instead of going home, I hung out in the breakroom. Jessie would be clocking out fifteen minutes after me and I was going to ask her out. I told myself that I shouldn't be nervous. I mean, I've already had sex with her, so why was I so terrified of asking her out for a coffee. And she seemed happy to see me in the breakroom this morning. And she never used to smile at me like she has all day. It's a sign, Kevin. You just need to have some confidence.

Jessie walked in. As the day wore on, her uniform looked a little more rumpled, her hair mused, and her makeup looked a little smeared in places. Her cute face was flushed and sweaty, and she was counting a wad of bills as she walked in, a satisfied grin on her face. Part of my mind wondered where she got all that money, but the rest of me was focused on asking her out and ignored that questioning voice.

"Hey, Jessie," I said. "How was your day?" Good, you didn't stammer once, Kevin. You are making progress.

"Oh, hi Kevin," she brightly said. "I had a very satisfying day!" she answered with a laugh. It was like she had some inside joke that only she knew about.

"That's good." I took a deep breath. You can do this, Kevin. "Would you...I mean...umm...Would you like to...you know...um...get some...eh...coffee?" I finally stammered out.

Jessie blinked at me. "Are you trying to ask me out? For coffee?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak anymore.

She eyed me, a considering smile on her face. "Sure, I think that would be nice."

My heart sang for joy, but I tried to play it cool. "Great," I said. "Um, shall we...you know."

"Get going?" she asked with a smile and I nodded my head. "Sure, let's go."

Neither of us had a car, so we walked the few blocks to the Starbucks. It was in the same strip mall the old Borders Bookstore used to be in before they went out of business. I used to love shopping at the Borders and now it was some lame store called TJ Max. We walked in silence. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I was on a date with Jessie Smith. My heart could sing!

I ordered a venti Mocha and Jessie ordered a Chai tea. Our drinks in hand we found a table in the corner and sat down. I sipped my Mocha and stared at her as she happily sipped her Chai tea, her eyes flicking around the Starbucks. My eyes were drawn to her breasts, watching them rise and fall with her breathing and I could feel my cock stir in my khaki pants.

"Are you going to speak?" she finally asked.

"Sorry," I said. "I just..." I got all tongue-tied again. "You're just really pretty and I...I'm getting...yeah." I flushed and sipped my Mocha, feeling like a complete idiot.

Jessie reached across the table and grabbed my hand. "I understand. You're just nervous. So, let's deal with that."

She stood up, still holding my hand. Her fingers were warm and slender and a tingle of electricity ran up my arm as I held her. She pulled me to the restrooms and pushed me inside locking the door behind her.

"What..." I started to say.

My words died when I saw her breasts as she peeled the tight polo off. They were small, just a handful, but so beautiful, with hard, dark-pink nipples standing proudly erect. Was this a dream? Was Jessie Smith about to let me fuck her in the bathroom of a Starbucks?

"Go ahead, you can touch the girls," she cheerfully informed me.

I reached out and gently touched a warm, soft breast, giving it a squeeze. Her breast felt so amazing, soft yet firm. I took my thumb, sliding it across her silky skin and brushing her hard nipple. Jessie gave a soft sigh as I touched the erect nub. Encouraged, I rub my thumb in circles about her hard nipple and I felt her shudder.

"Umm, I like your hand on my breast, Kevin," she purred, then leaned in and fireworks went off inside me as her lips captured mine. She tasted sweet, her lips soft and gentle, rubbing against my lips. At first I was stiff, not sure what to do, but she persisted and I started moving my lips, nibbling on hers. Her tongue fluttered against my lips and I parted them and let her agile tongue inside my mouth.

I was panting, out of breath, when she broke the kiss. "You've never kissed a girl before?"

"No," I answered.

"Well, you started to relax there at the end," she murmured. "I bet you'll get better, though." Her hand started rubbing at my hard cock through my pants. "Umm, you're as big as I remember from the Incident."

"Are we going to..." I trailed off, not sure what to say.

"Fuck?" she asked, then nodded her head. "After we fuck, I bet you'll relax enough for us to talk."

With that, she kicked off her shoes, then unbuttoned and shimmied out of her tight pants. She was standing there in just her red thong. The back disappeared between her perky butt cheeks and it fit her so tight, I could see the outline of her pussy. And no pussy hair peaked out. She was shaved. I loved jerking off to shaved pussies. Then I remember what her pussy looked like on Thursday. How could I ever forget how her blonde fur was matted with the cum leaking out of her pussy right before I slid my dick into her. She's shaved it since then, I realized. I guess it's part of her new, sexy look.

I almost came in my pants as she pulled off her red thong and her naked pussy came into view. She looked so wet, a creamy gleam about the tight, shaved lips of her cunt. My cock was so hard, it felt like it was going to burst out of my pants. Jessie reached out and unbuttoned and unzipped me. She pulled out my cock and stroked it.

"Umm, that is a nice cock, Kevin," she purred. "One of the biggest I've ever had."

How many cocks had she had? Her hand felt too good to worry about that, though, as she stroked up and down on my shaft. "Well...uhh...you have a nice p-pussy," I stammered, as her palm rubbed the sensitive tip of my dick. "The nicest pussy I've ever seen."

To my amazement Jessie flushed prettily and her boldness vanished and she seemed so virginal. Not the sexual predator that lured me in here, but the young, cute girl I remembered from before the Incident. I reached out and stroked her face and she rubbed her cheek into my hand, then kissed my palm. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss.

I think I kissed her better, this time, and it was my tongue that invaded her sweet lips. I had my hand at her breast again, delighting in the soft feel of it. She half sat on the sink, her hands on my cock, guiding me to her wet hole. My cock brushed her pussy lips and I thrust my hips forward and sank halfway into her. She moaned into my lips, clutching me tightly as my second thrust buried me all the way into her.

"Oh, yes," she sighed. "That feels so nice inside me."

Her pussy felt as amazing as last time, tight and wet. My cock slid easily in and out, pleasure tingling throughout my entire body. Her hips wiggled on the sink, matching my thrusts as her arms held me tight. One of her arms slid down my back and she gripped my ass, pulling me into her. I returned the favor, sliding my hand down and groping her perky butt.

"You feel so wonderful," I whispered, kissing at her neck.

"Go a little faster," she moaned, then gave a throaty laugh. "Yeah, oh fuck, yeah."

I was pistoning in and out of her, my cum building in my balls. Her neck was thrown back and I was sucking at her pale, white flesh. I slammed harder and harder into her, unable to hold back any longer. My balls boiled over and I shot a load of cum up inside her pussy.

"Oohhh, I love it when a guy shoots inside me," she panted and I felt her pussy contracting on my softening cock and her body went rigid in my arms. Smiling happily, she kissed me again. "Umm, let's say we finish our drinks."

"Sure," I smiled.

When I pulled out, I could see my milky cum mixing with her wet pussy. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began wiping up the mess then she pulled on her thong and the rest of her clothes. "That was awesome," I told her as she pulled on her shirt.

Her face was flushed and her hair mused and she smiled happily at me. "It was."

We went back out into the coffee shop and found our drinks still barely warm. And we talked. Jessie was right, I just needed to relax. We joked and complained about work. Talked about TV shows and movies and video games. Jessie was really into Minecraft and spent fifteen minutes talking about some mod called FTB that made Minecraft "Into the most amazing thing ever," she said all bubbly. "Like a brand new game."

We were both hungry after a while, so we walked over to Ichiban Teryaki and I bought us dinner and we continued our talking. Jessie was an amazing girl and before we knew it, Jessie had to go.

"I'll miss the last bus if I don't go," she complained with obvious disappointment.

So I walked her to the bus stop and waited with her for the 402. She kissed me one last time before she got on the bus and I watched it disappear down the road, carrying Jessie away from me. I was wondering what tomorrow would bring when my phone rang.

"Hey, Jessie," I answered with a smile.

And our conversation continued as I walked north down Meridian to my apartment as Jessie traveled south to hers. Finally, even our phone conversation had to end. "I'll see you tomorrow," I told Jessie as I laid down in my bed, the battery on my phone dying.

"I'm looking forward to it," she answered. "And we definitely should go out for coffee, afterwards." There was a hint of promise in her voice.

Happiness blossomed within me. Today was the greatest day of my life. Jessie Smith, the girl of my dreams, seemed to be my girlfriend. I could not wait to see her smiling face, tomorrow. For once, I was looking forward to going to work.

To be continued...

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The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter 3

mypenname3000

Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Prostitution

Introduction:

Kevin and Jessie are dating, but how will Kevin react when he finds out just how committed to Customer Service Jessie is.

The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

Copyright 2013, 2014

The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter Three: My Girlfriend is a Whore

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Tuesday, June 11th 2013 – Kevin Mattock – South Hill, WA

Yesterday had been so amazing. I made love with Jessie Smith, and I had never been happier. I had fallen in love with her on the day – January fourteenth, five months ago – she started working at Best Buy. And thanks to the 'Best Buy Incident' last week, Jessie had finally noticed me, and I finally had the courage to ask her out for coffee. And that somehow led to me making love to her in the Starbucks restroom.

After work today, I took her out on another date. Once again we had coffee, and once again we slipped into the bathroom. Jessie was lithe and warm in my arms as we kissed, her tongue wiggling in my mouth as we made out. I fumbled at her pants, pushing them down, followed by her purple thong.

"Oh, Kevin," she moaned as I sank into her wet pussy.

Her pussy felt just as good on Tuesday as it did on Monday. Tight and wet, squeezing pleasantly on my cock as I plowed into her hot hole. Jessie wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper and deeper into her velvet sheathe.

"Jessie, oh, you feel so good!" I panted into her ear, before I nuzzled at her neck.

"Umm, love your cock in me!" Jessie moaned. "Fuck me harder, Kevin! Oh yes!"

I pumped faster and faster into her wonderful, wet pussy. Her soft, velvety walls sweetly rubbed against the head of my cock. Jessie moaned louder and louder, her breath hot on my neck. Her hips were humping against me as I fucked her.

"Umm, you're driving my poor, little pussy crazy!" Jessie moaned. "I love your thick cock inside me!"

Someone knocked at the bathroom door. "What's going on in there?" a woman demanded.

"Go away!" Jessie panted. "Umm, I'm so close to cumming!"

I was about to cum, too, so there was no way in hell I was stopping; the person kept hammering away. I pumped faster, enjoying the silky feel of her tight hole. Jessie hugged me fiercely, working her hips on my cock. I squeezed her ass, pulling her hard against my groin as my balls started to boil.

"Oh yes!" Jessie moaned as she bucked in my grip, her pussy spasming on my cock. "Oh yes, fuck yes!"

"Ohhh God!" I moaned, as Jessie's orgasm sent me over the edge; I filled her pussy with three, thick loads of my cum.

"Get out right now or we're calling the cops!" the person hammering at the door shouted.

Giggling, Jessie pulled up her thong and pants as I put my wet cock away, and we opened the door to see a disapproving woman in a Starbucks uniform glaring at us. We were both flushed and sweaty, and there was no denying what we were up to in the restroom as Jessie pulled her shirt over her beautiful, perky breasts.

"Get out!" the woman shouted. "Don't ever step foot in this place again."

We laughed as we left the Starbucks, and held each other. I felt so alive and intoxicated. I had never drank in my life, but I imagined this is how it would feel. This warm, fuzzy feeling that made it hard to think of anything other than my beautiful Jessie. I was drunk on her, and I felt this growing excitement that just had to be released.

"Jessie Smith is the most beautiful woman in the world!" I shouted out to the cars streaming by on Meridian.

Jessie blushed and smiled shyly and kissed me one last time as the 402 bus arrived to take her south to her apartment. I talked to Jessie on the phone the entire walk north back to my apartment. She eventually had to get to bed; unlike me, she had work in the morning. My head still swam with thoughts of her as I lay down to sleep.

For once, I was disappointed that I didn't have to go to work tomorrow.

The next day, I waited at the Best Buy for when she got off work. She smiled happily when she saw me, and kissed me on the lips. She wore a hot-pink thong today, her hair was tousled, and she was flushed from a long day of work. We had been texting all day, whenever Jessie could get away with it, and we were planning on seeing a movie down at the Longston Place Theaters.

"Thanks again," a Black man said, walking out of the store, leering at Jessie. I glared at the guy; that was my girl he was leering at.

"It was a tight fit, but we got it in there," Jessie giggled at the man.

"Yeah, it was great to see it slide on in," the man grinned. "I never would have thought of using the rear hole."

"Well, have a nice day, sir, and please, come again!" Jessie said to the man, then turned and gave me another kiss. "Let's get going!"

"What was that about?" I asked, feeling a little jealous. It was like they were flirting, or something.

"Oh, you know, customer service," Jessie giggled as we walked out to the bus stop. "Just doing everything I could to make sure he was happy. You know, the number one rule of retail."

I laughed, relaxing. Jessie was just being friendly to a customer; after all, it was what she was paid to do. At every team meeting, Oscar, the General Manager, would go off on a rant about the number one rule. We even had this lame, corny poster hanging up on the breakroom door that showed an Asian girl helping a young couple buy a TV, with that slogan captioned on the poster's bottom.

When we got off the 402 bus, we quickly stopped by her apartment so that she could change out of her work clothes. Jessie lived in an apartment behind the Safeway, which was across the street from the Longston Place Theater. I had never been in a girl's apartment before, and it was surprisingly messy.

"Sorry," Jessie muttered. "My roommate's a bit of a disaster." She held up a pair of frilly, red panties sitting on the couch, and shook her head. "She leaves her clothes all over the apartment. And doesn't understand how to use the dishwasher."

Jessie took a quick shower. and changed into a tight pair of jeans and a red, loose top that she called a peasant blouse. When she bent over to tie her shoes I could see right down the loose neck; her breasts hung bare topped by pink nipples.

"Enjoy the view?" she asked archly as she stood up.

I grinned, feeling my cock stir in my pants. "I love looking at your breasts, Jessie."

We saw the Purge. I hoped a suspenseful thriller would let me 'comfort' Jessie. And I did a lot more than comfort her. We sat in the back corner and when the movie started getting suspenseful, Jessie clung tightly to me; then we were kissing, her hands rubbing at my cock. My zipper came down, and she drew me out, hard and throbbing. She broke the kiss, and bent her head down; I groaned.

Jessie was giving me my first blowjob. Her mouth was warm as she sucked at my cock. And her tongue was just...wow! She swirled it about the tip of my cock, tracing the rim of the head. Then her mouth started bobbing up and down on my shaft, sucking hard as her delicate hands began to massage my balls.

"Holy shit," I whispered, throwing my head back. "Oh wow, that's nice!"

Good thing the movie was loud and no-one sat near us, because I could not stop moaning. Her mouth just felt so wonderful—hot, wet, fantastic. I ran my hand through her silky, blonde hair, and started to thrust my hips up, bracing my feet on the sticky floor of the theater. I felt that familiar stirring in my balls, and I wanted desperately to fill Jessie's mouth.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I panted. "Oh, fuck!"

Jessie sucked harder, like she was eager for my cum. Well, I was eager to give it to her! I groaned as my cum spewed out of my cock into her sucking mouth. Three large blasts, and I could feel her mouth and throat constrict as she swallowed my load. Then she sucked a little bit more, her hand squeezing up and down my cock to get the last of the cum out.

"Delicious," she whispered, her breath smelling salty, and she kissed me. "Was that your first blowjob?"

I flushed, feeling a little embarrassed. "You're my first everything."

She smiled happily. "I can also be the first girl you go down on," she whispered in my ear. "Sucking you off got me all horny. And I got my pussy nice and clean for you when I took the shower."

We slipped out of the theater and, when no one was looking, Jessie slipped into the men's room, and I followed her into a bathroom stall. I kissed her again as she shimmied out of her tight jeans, and pulled off a frilly pair of pink panties, exposing her pussy that was dewy with her arousal.

"No thong?" I asked.

"Thongs are for work," she said. "For you, I wanted something different. Something special."

She sat on the toilet and spread her legs. I knelt down and stared at her pussy up close. She had a tight slit that gaped open as she spread her thighs. I could see the pink hole of her pussy surrounded by flushed lips. A small nub, her clitoris, peaked out of its hood. I had watched a lot of porn, and I tried to copy what I'd seen. I licked up her slit, and found the flavor to be tangy musk. She tasted so delicious I dove in for seconds and thirds.

"Umm, that's nice," she moaned. "Try sucking on my labia and clit. And don't be afraid to stick a few fingers inside me."

I followed her instructions, sucking where she told me, licking all the parts of her pussy that brought her pleasure as I slid two fingers into her velvety depths. The entire time, men were walking in and using the restroom, and Jessie had her hand clamped over her mouth until they were gone, then she would gasp and moan again.

I enjoyed discovering every little fold and crevasse her pussy had to offer. I rubbed my lips, my cheeks, even my nose against every part of her. Her breathing soon quickened, and her thighs squeezed my head as her body shook. Fresh juices flooded my mouth; I eagerly drank them down as her pussy contracted on my plunging fingers.

"Oh, fuck, Kevin!" she moaned. "Where did you learn to eat pussy like that? I thought I was your first?"

"Porn," I answered with a smile and she laughed.

I went home with her that night, and we started making out on the couch. It wasn't long before I slipped my hand up her loose, peasant blouse. As I felt Jessie's perky tit her roommate walked in, talking loudly on her cell phone.

"Ooh, what do we have here?" she asked with a mischievous grin, interrupting us.

"Go away, Anne!" Jessie ordered in annoyance.

"Is this Kevin?" Anne asked.

"Yeah," I answered, pulling away from Jessie. Anne's green eyes twinkled with amusement when she saw my hand slid out from underneath Jessie's blouse.

Anne was not what I expected in Jessie's roommate. She was tall and blonde, her hair cut short. She dressed like some sort of pervert's wet dream; a white corset with black lacings cupped her breasts nicely, and her shapely hips and ass were covered by a short, pink-and-white plaid skirt, the kind a catholic schoolgirl would wear in a porno. It barely covered her ass, and I'm sure her panties would peak out if she bent over. Knee-high, white socks completed the look, and I found my eyes drinking in the sight.

"He is cute," Anne purred, looking me up and down.

"You stay away from my boyfriend," Jessie glared.

Anne gave a challenging laugh. "Only if he can stay away from me."

Jessie threw a small pillow at Anne. "You know the rule!"

Anne gave me a sultry look, and retreated to her bedroom. Jessie kissed me fiercely once she was gone. I guess she wanted to make sure I knew who I belonged to. I didn't mind. I loved kissing Jessie. Naturally, the kissing led to her bedroom, and making love to her in a bed was just as much fun as in a bathroom at Starbucks, and it was also more comfortable.

As we lay tangled in her sheets, cuddling afterwards, I whispered, "You called me your boyfriend."

Jessie blinked. "I guess you are," she said happily.

"I've never had a girlfriend before."

She snuggled up to me. "Well, you're doing great so far."

We both had Thursday off and, after we took the bus to my apartment so I could change, we navigated the bus system to get out to the Point Defiance Zoo. Point Defiance rested at the very tip of the peninsula the city of Tacoma was built on, and a large park and zoo was there. Jessie loved going to the zoo, and staring at the animals; I loved being with Jessie, and staring at her hot body. We spent the day in the zoo and the park. I had never walked so much in my life, but being with her made the pain all worth it.

When dinner came around, Jessie and I walked down the hill to Anthony's, next to the ferry that ran out to Vashon Island. The restaurant was built on the dock overlooking the Puget Sound. Jessie loved it; when she was a kid her family always ate here after visiting the zoo. I was having second thoughts though. It looked pricey, and I worked minimum wage at Best Buy.

"Um, Jessie," I said, feeling embarrassed. "I don't know if I can afford this."

"It's my treat," Jessie said and gave me a kiss. "You bought lunch and the tickets for the zoo."

"But..." I started to protest.

"It's the twenty-first century," Jessie scolded. "And feminism has given me the right to buy my boyfriend dinner."

"Fine," I sighed, my stomach rumbling.

The dinner was great, and Jessie didn't even balk at the bill – I could eat for a week on how much our meal cost – she just pulled out a wad of twenties, and tipped the waitress handsomely. I almost asked her where she got all the money. I remembered seeing that same wad of cash on Monday. Maybe she just cashes her paycheck?

That night, Jessie came home to my apartment. I moved in right after graduating high school last year with two of my buddies, Glen and Tommy. When we walked in, Tommy was playing Xbox, and cursing into the headset while Glen laughed at him as he sat on our ragged couch. All our furniture was hand-me-downs from family members, save the TV. The three of us had pooled our money to buy the 56" LCD TV that dominated our small living room; of course we used my Best Buy discount.

Glen gaped when he saw Jessie. "Holy shit, she's real!"

Tommy was too focused on Xbox to notice.

Jessie waved at them as I pulled her into my bedroom. Jessie moaned real loud as we made love in my bed. "I want them to know just how much of a stud you are in bed," Jessie giggled after our first round.

After our second round, we snuggled together. I half-drowsed, her head cradled on my chest, and I whispered, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Kevin," she murmured back. A happy warmth drifted through me. I kissed my girlfriend's forehead, and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning was Friday. Jessie left my apartment early so she could ride the bus to her apartment and get ready for work. When she walked into Best Buy later on, she looked very sexy in her too small Best Buy polo that molded to her perky breasts, while a pair of low-riding and very tight khakis – a neon green thong peaking out the back like a whale's tail – drew the eyes to her gorgeous ass.

We briefly kissed in the breakroom, before we had to start our shift. My eyes kept drawing to her as I worked, and I had a flash of jealousy as she helped a customer in the DVD section. I saw her laugh as she talked to him. It looked like her breasts brushed his arm. Then she whispered in the guy's ear. It was almost like they were flirting; the jealousy grew. Calm down, Kevin, I told myself. She's just being nice to the customer. Then she walked off to the bathrooms. Jessie used the bathrooms a lot at work. She must have some sort of medical issue.

"Can you tell me what's the difference between LED and LCD TVs?" a fussy looking man asked.

When I finished helping the man, I looked around, but I didn't see my girlfriend. She must still be in the bathroom. Feeling a little concerned for her, I walked to the back of the store. There were two single-occupancy, gender-neutral bathrooms in a small corner of the store down a short hallway that led to one of the emergency exits. One of the doors was ajar, the other occupied.

I was about to knock when a low moan passed through the door. I frowned, listening. There was another moan and a grunt. I could hear a faint, rhythmic sound, like flesh slapping together. I flushed; it sounded like someone having sex. My heart suddenly clutched. Was Jessie in there? No, that couldn't be right. My girlfriend wouldn't be having sex in the bathroom. She wouldn't cheat on me? Last night she said she loved me.

My heart hammering in fear, I stumbled out to scan the store, looking for her. I almost ran through the store as panic gripped my heart. She worked the DVD and Video Game sections, and I didn't see her anywhere as I walked briskly through the aisles.

Where could she be?

I looked back towards the bathroom.

No, Jessie couldn't be in there. She loves me. That couldn't be her in there getting fucked. I remembered the customer I thought that she had been flirting with before she disappeared to the restroom. A terrible image sprang up in my mind of her bent over the toilet as the man fucked her from behind, leaving a sick feeling in my stomach.

No, no, no. That is not Jessie in there. Get a grip, Kevin. Steeling myself, I walked back to the restrooms. People shouldn't be fucking in there, and I was going to put a stop to it, and prove that my girlfriend wasn't in there. A customer asked me for help, and I said something to placate her as I walked by. I didn't care about doing my job right now. I had to prove that my girlfriend wasn't getting plowed in the bathroom by some guy.

"Fuck me, Mr. Beckam!" a muffled, woman's voice came through the door. "Oh, yes! I'm gonna cum!"

My heart sank; that was Jessie's voice.

"Here it comes, whore!" the man grunted.

"Yes, yes, fill me up, sir!"

My girlfriend was getting fucked by some strange guy. He was shooting his cum inside her cheating pussy as I stood out here in the hallway. My emotions were all mixed up—hurt, betrayal, anger, and...arousal. My cock hardened in my pants as I pictured her bent over the toilet, the man slamming his cock into her. Memories of a week ago, when she was bent over the Geek Squad desk getting fucked by a long line of men during the Incident, flooded my mind; I remembered just how exciting it had been to watch her be their whore then.

The door opened and a man walked out, his face flushed, his shirt half-untucked. He nodded to me as he slipped by, trying to act natural. I caught the door and pushed it all the way open to see Jessie, naked and flushed, her blonde hair mussed, wiping the man's cum out of her pussy with a wad of toilet paper.

"Hey, Kevin," she smiled. Why was she smiling? Did she even care that she just cheated on me? "Get in here and close the door before someone sees me."

Not sure why I was listening to my cheating girlfriend, I entered the restroom, closed, and locked the door. My stomach roiled; confusion racked my brain. I thought Jessie loved me, and yet here she was fucking this guy. I felt like throwing up. And she just kept cleaning up that guy's cum out of her pussy like it was the most normal thing to do.

"Why...I...what?" I stammered. "I...Jessie...fuck!" The last word came out as a loud shout and Jessie frowned at me.

"Is everything all right, Kevin?" she asked, a concerned look on her face. Did she not care at all how I felt about her fucking some guy? How can she just act so matter-of-fact? A grin broadened her face, "Did you want to mess around? We really shouldn't when we're at work. But just this once, okay."

"Are you kidding me?" I finally got my tongue untied. "You just f-fucked that guy at work? I thought you loved me, Jessie! I don't understand?"

Confusion marred Jessie's face. "Of course I love you. What does that have to do with this?"

"You were cheating on me!"

A smile appeared on her lips as a look of realization appeared on her face. "Oh, Kevin. I thought you of all people would understand. I was just giving good customer service."

I gaped at her. "What?"

"You know, the number one rule of retail—keep the customer satisfied."

"That doesn't mean you have to fuck them!"

"It does though. That's what I learned last Thursday, during the Incident," Jessie answered, her voice full of hurt, like I was the person out of line. I started to feel bad all of a sudden. How did she do that? "You were there. Mark taught me that my tiny, little pussy was supposed to satisfy the customers."

I frowned, remembering the morning I watched Jessie get fucked over and over by all those men. I had been one of them, and it had been thrilling to watch the girl of my dreams getting fucked. And Mark had mentioned something to her about satisfying the customers. My cock was hard in my pants, and I found myself eying her naked, just-fucked body. She reached out, and picked up several bills, twenties, that rested on the top of the toilet. Then she picked up her pants, and pulled a wad of cash out of a pocket.

"Where did you get all that money?" I finally asked.

"Tips," Jessie answered.

"From the customers who...fucked you?"

She nodded.

"You're a prostitute?"

"No. They're just tips, Kevin, for giving good customer service." She looked me up and down. "Listen, I should have told you about this. I'm sorry, Kevin. I just didn't think it was that big of a deal. Let me make it up to you."

"How?" I asked.

She bent over the sink, the wad of cash in her fist. "How would you like to try anal sex for the first time."

I stared at Jessie's rear. Could I forgive her? I wanted to as I stared at her ass. I saw that wad of cash in her fist. "How much cash is that?"

"Oh, I don't know," she shrugged. "I haven't counted yet. But Monday I made over $1000."

I blinked in surprise. That's more than I made in two weeks. I swallowed; my cock was so hard in my pants, and I so wanted to fuck a girl's ass. And it's not like Jessie was dating these other guys. She was just...providing them with a service. Just another of the many things we did for customers. And her ass was just so round and firm and pink.

I moved up behind her, unzipping my pants. Jessie cooed in delight, "Stick it in my pussy first. Get that big boy all nice and lubed."

I moaned as my cock slid slowly into her velvety cunt. I wondered if her ass could compare to how great this felt. I pulled out; my cock was drenched in her flavorful juices, and I spread her ass cheeks. Her anus was brown and wrinkled, a little mouth that seemed hungry for my cock. So I moved my tip to the puckered hole, enjoying the feel as I rubbed it between her soft asscheeks.

"Go slow, please?" Jessie asked, suddenly nervous and cute. "The customers were all too rough."

"You don't like anal sex?"

"No," she answered, with a shake of her head. "But I'm happy to let you do it, Kevin. Just go slow."

I could forgive her, I realized. I could feel how much she loved me as she let me push my cock against her tight sphincter. It resisted, so I pushed harder and harder, and then I slipped in; Jessie gasped. She felt so wonderfully tight inside her ass. A warm, rough grip that felt amazing. I pushed in slowly, groaning the entire time. Her ass squeezed hard on my cock, her body tensing at my intrusion.

"Relax, Jessie," I whispered. "I won't hurt you. Trust me."

"I do trust you, Kevin," Jessie answered. I could feel the tension leave her body, her ass lessened its hold on my cock, and I slid in deeper and deeper. "Umm, that kinda feels good," she purred.

My cock was all the way in her, my balls brushing against her taint. I hugged her from behind, and she turned her head; I stared into her gray eyes. She licked her lips; I kissed her as I slowly drew my cock back, then pushed back in again. She just felt so amazing. In and out, slow and steady, delighting in the pleasure radiating through my cock.

"Mmm, this is nice," I groaned.

Jessie panted, "Oh, yes! Your big cock's making my ass feel great. Ohh, go a little faster."

I pumped faster, my hands sliding up her sides to find her firm yet soft breasts and her hard nipples. Jessie squealed in delight as I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and kissed and nibbled at her throat. Her hips started to move, adding a delightful twist as I buried my cock in her ass. The slap of flesh echoed about the bathroom as I fucked her ass.

"Umm, that's so nice!" Jessie panted. "Ohh, harder! Umm, ream my naughty ass!"

Her hand reached up, still holding the wad of cash, and caressed my face. Crisp twenties rubbed down my cheek, filling my nose with their papery scent; an idea started to grow in my mind, sprouting like a weed. The depravity of it made my balls churn with lust. I released Jessie's breast with my right hand and dragged it down her flat stomach and pushed it between her legs. Her pussy was sopping wet and her little pearl was hard; she jumped when I brushed it, and moaned loudly as I played with her clit.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck! There's a cock up my ass and I'm cumming! Oh, Kevin! Oh fuck, that's so amazing! Fuck! Oh, I love you!"

Jessie shook in my arms as her orgasm rippled through her body. Her ass was a vice, squeezing my cock; her body writhed in my arms. I thrust harder and harder, every rub of her anal sheath brought me closer and closer to shooting off. I was frantic as I fucked her tight ass, getting nearer and nearer and then that glorious feeling of release surged through me. I grunted; my cum boiled out of my balls, and exploded into her tight bowels with three mighty squirts.

"I love you, Jessie" I moaned in her ear, holding her tight as we enjoyed our afterglows. I realized I did still love her; it didn't matter that she fucked those other guys. What mattered was that she loved me and I loved her.

"Mmm, I didn't know getting fucked in the ass could feel that good," she sighed, rubbing back against me.

"Jessie, have you ever thought of cutting out the middleman, so to speak?"

She frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"Well, why satisfy customers for Best Buy when you could work for yourself?"

"What, like be a prostitute for real?" she asked skeptically.

"Sure," I answered. "Technically, you'd be an escort. One who just applies the first rule of retail—to satisfy the customer." I paused, kissing at her neck. "Let's form a business together."

"And what would your role be in this business?" Jessie asked. "My pimp?"

I kissed her neck. "Yeah. Every whore needs a pimp."

Jessie turned around in my arms, my cock popping out of her ass, and kissed me. "Alright. Let's do this, Kevin."

I kissed Jessie again, my thoughts full of dollar signs, racing with the possibilities. We could find other girls to work for us—like Anne. I remembered how slutty Jessie's roommate looked in that Catholic schoolgirl outfit. I bet she would be down for being a whore. And I would have to try Anne out, to make sure she was giving our customers a quality experience.

I smiled; maybe it wasn't so bad having a whore for a girlfriend. I kissed Jessie; my hands found her thighs and pushed them apart. My cock was still hard, and I found out her pussy was still wet as I slid into her. I thought about Anne and all the other girls that were going to work for us, imagining what it would be like to fuck them. Would their pussies feel different on my cock? Would they be tighter or wetter? I was going to enjoy finding out!

There were definitely some great perks to dating a whore.

To be concluded...

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The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter 4

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Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Male / Females, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Prostitution

Introduction:

Kevin and Jessie start their own company, Divine Escorts, and Jessie is determined to apply the number one rule.

Copyright 2013, 2014

The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident

The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter Four: My Boyfriend is a Pimp

Note: This takes place a two a half weeks after the Best Buy Incident, following Jessie Smith.

Monday, June 17th, 2013 – Jessie Smith

It had been a little more than a week since I quit my job so Kevin, my boyfriend, and I could found our 'escort' company, Divine Escorts. Our motto—the prettiest girls to keep you happy. I was the only pretty girl, for now, and things were going great. Kevin was right, we were making far more money going into business for ourselves. Why should I use my tight snatch to satisfy Best Buy's customers? Many of the men that I satisfied in the bathroom were eager for another taste of my snatch, becoming the basis for our business. Then Kevin had the great idea to offer discounts to clients for referrals, and now my cunt was getting quite the workout.

"This is the last client for the afternoon," Kevin said as he pulled up to the brown house in Sumner, a small town east of Puyallup along Highway 410. He bent over and gave me a kiss. "You're gonna blow him away, Jessie."

I giggled, "You know I will." I checked my makeup one last time in the passenger visor-mirror, gave Kevin one last kiss, and slid out of his new Honda CRV.

It was a flashy car, and quite expensive, but we were raking in the dough, and we did need a car. My boyfriend had changed a lot since he found out just how dedicated to customer service I was; he became more assertive, more commanding with me.

He was my pimp, and my boyfriend.

"You look hot," he called out as I walked away. I wore a tight, purple miniskirt and a matching halter-top. The push-up bra made my breasts seem nice and round in the low-cut top. I smiled at Kevin's comment, and swayed my ass to give him a sexy view as I walked to the door.

I rang the doorbell. Hanging on the door was a carved, wooden sign that read: "Philips Residence," and underneath, "Eric Beth," surrounded by a heart. A pang of guilt fluttered about my heart; I didn't know the client was married. I guess that's not my problem. If Beth didn't want to keep her husband satisfied, well, that's what our business was all about.

The door opened and a handsome, muscular man stood there. His hazel eyes glinted with nervousness, and he rubbed at his short, black hair. He wore a wife-beater, showing off his muscular arms and hairy chest, and a pair of gray sweatpants. I smiled, seeing the bulge forming in his crotch as his eyes took me in.

"Hi, I'm from Divine Escorts," I smiled, toying with my hair and bouncing on the balls of my feet to let my boobs jiggle.

"Come in, I guess," he said, nervously. Eric was a referral, and clearly was nervous about hiring a whore for the first time.

"I'm Jessie," I said as bright and bubbly as I could, walking past him into the living room.

"Um, I'm Eric," he said; I could feel his eyes on my ass.

I looked around the neat living room – a mauve couch draped with a crochet dolly, a shelf full of Hummel figurines, a glass coffee table on which rested a single book – and noticed a hallway leading deeper into the house, to the bedrooms. I started crossing the living room, heading for the hallway, when I realized he was still at the door. Heading back, I grabbed his hand, letting my fingers gently stroke him, and said, "C'mon."

"I've never done this before," he muttered as I pulled him across the living room. "Um, well, it's just my wife hasn't seemed interested in sex lately. She just hasn't seemed the same since we went car shopping."

"Ohh, I'm sorry to hear that," I purred as we entered his bedroom. Clean, neat. Matching, dark furniture; cream comforter with small, pink flowers; pillows in lacy cases; a woman's hairbrush resting on a nightstand next to a thin, brass lamp.

I reached down and boldly stroked his cock. "Let me take care of everything your wife's been neglecting. If you have the money."

He flushed. "Right." He pulled out a wad of twenties.

There were five bills I saw, and slipped the money into my purse. "What would you like to do, Eric?"

"Um...I...eh...well," he stammered.

I pushed him gently down onto the bed, knelt before him, and pulled off his sweatpants, exposing a small cock. Well, they can't all be the size of Kevin's, I thought, as I ran my tongue up the length of the shaft, flicking my tongue across the tip. Eric moaned as I lapped at his cock. Salty pre-cum leaked out of the tip, my tongue collecting it into my greedy mouth, then I sucked his cock into my hungry lips.

"Oh, fuck!" Eric moaned as I bobbed my head slowly, rubbing his cock against the inside of my cheek. "God, it's been awhile since Beth blew me."

I popped his cock out of my mouth. "Where would you like it?" I asked with a grin. "Do you want to finish in my mouth or another hole?"

He swallowed. "Could I fuck your, um, your butt?"

I smiled at him, a sultry, wanton smile. "Of course you can." I grabbed my purse, pulling out my lube. "Do you want me to undress, or just hike my skirt up?"

"I have to see those tits," he panted. "But, keep the skirt on."

"Naughty," I purred, pulling my halter-top over my head, and exposing my lacy, black, push-up bra.

He suddenly stood, looming over me; I suppressed my instinct to run, and smiled seductively up at him. He reached behind me, his fingers fumbling with the bra's clasp. I heard a rip and the bra came loose. Great, he tore it. I liked this bra. Embarrassed, Eric pulled the bra off my shoulders, holding the broken clasp in one hand.

"Sorry," he muttered, then his eyes saw my perky breasts and dark, pink nipples. "So lovely," he whispered, reaching out to finger my nipple.

"It's okay, Eric," I said gently, keeping my irritation out of my voice. "It'll be an extra twenty for the bra though."

"Sure," he answered, still fingering my nipple.

My pussy was moistening as his finger traced my areola, then his head bent down and he sucked roughly at my boob. He sucked as much of my tit into his mouth as he could, slobbering all over my breast. He released that tit with a loud, wet sound, and sucked my other boob into his hungry mouth. I mewled, letting the guy think he was making me feel great. Usually, I got off on satisfying the client, but his titty sucking technique left something to be desired.

"Ohh, suck my hard nipples," I cooed; like all working girls, I was learning how to fake it convincingly.

"You like that, slut?" he asked, his nervousness vanishing as his lust took over.

"Oh, yes, I've never had a guy suck on my nipples like that," I purred. It was the truth—he was the absolute worst at titty sucking. But I couldn't tell him that; it wasn't good customer service, and I always followed the number one rule. So I lied, "It was amazing! You got me so horny. Why don't you stick that nice, big cock up my ass, and make me cum."

"Fuck, that sounds great."

I coated his cock with a nice bit of lube from my purse, then got on all fours on the bed, shaking my skirt-covered ass at him. "Come fuck me, big boy!"

He lifted up my skirt, exposing my lacy black panties, and he yanked those down my ass until they bunched around my knees. I shuddered as he ran his finger across my tight slit, then he spread my asscheeks, and I felt his cock prodding my tight sphincter. Thanks to the lube, he slipped right into my ass; I moaned in appreciation as he slowly started to fuck me.

"God, that's amazing!" he groaned. "Beth never let me fuck her in the ass!"

I rolled my hips and panted, "Ohh, your cock feels so big up my tiny ass!" Another lie. Kevin's cock had been up there a few times, and he was far bigger than Eric. "Fuck me, stud! Make me cum with your big cock!"

The room was filled with sound of flesh slapping on flesh as he pounded my ass. "Slut!" he would pant over and over. "Fucking slut!"

My ass was starting to feel good as he reamed me, and I reached underneath to finger my clit. That felt better, but it was too hard supporting my weight with one arm, so I had to stop. His hips were fucking me faster and faster, his heavy balls slapping against me. Eric gripped my hips, and slammed harder into my bowels.

"Fucking slut!" he shouted, and I could feel his warm cum shooting into my bowels.

"I'm cumming!" I lied, moaning and gasping loudly. "Your big cock made me cum so hard!" I purred as he pulled out of me. He had the largest grin on his face. Every guy loved to think their cock made me cum. Sometimes they even succeeded.

"That was great," he panted. "We have to do it again sometime."

I smiled, "Just call the number, and we can set up another date. I'm going to get cleaned up in your bathroom, and I'll need that extra twenty for the bra."

"Oh, yeah, sorry again about that."

I shrugged, patting his cheek. "It's fine. These things happen."

I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and started frigging my clit. I had been so close to a nice cum when he shot off inside me. It didn't take much; I rolled my clit between my fingers with one hand, and pinched my wet nipple with the other. I moaned quietly through clenched teeth as my body quivered on the commode.

When I was all cleaned up, I returned to find my halter-top. Eric gave me the extra twenty, and I stuffed it and my ruined bra into my purse, and he walked me to the door. "Thanks," he muttered. I could tell he was embarrassed now.

"Umm, I can't wait to do this again," I purred, leaning in to whisper, "I loved your cock."

He grinned, pride replacing embarrasment. "Yeah, we should do this again."

Smiling, I headed back to the car. Kevin was on the phone when I slipped in.

"Yeah, I can meet you in an hour or so," he said into the phone. "Listen, I got to go." He paused. "Looking forward to it, too. Okay, bye."

He smiled at me, and bent over to give me a nice, lingering kiss on the lips. "What was that about?" I asked.

"I have a meeting about the business," he told me. "I'll drop you off at the mall so you can buy that outfit for tonight. Can you take a cab home? This meeting's in thirty minutes."

I smiled; a regular hired me to play the babysitter for him. He wanted me dressed in a naughty schoolgirl outfit, and was paying triple the normal rate for the entire night. I was a little nervous, having never spent the night with a client, but he was one of the first guys from the Best Buy, and seemed like a nice man.

"Yeah, okay, Kevin," I said as he started the car.

"So everything went well?"

"He tore my bra," I sighed. "But, he paid an extra twenty to replace it. And he was very satisfied. He'll definitely be a repeat."

Kevin grinned, "That's my girl." He rewarded me with another kiss.

Kevin dropped me off at the mall. I found a new bra, purple and lacy, and the slutty schoolgirl outfit at Hot Topic; I was hoping to see Anne, my roommate – she worked at Hot Topic – but she must have had the day off. I could have sworn that she was working today. As the surly clerk – Becky, according to her name tag – rang me up, I called for a cab. Ten minutes later, Jerry pulled up in his yellow cab in front of the Mall, an eager grin on his face. I slid into the front seat and he drove us behind the Safeway. My apartment was nearby, but first I had to pay Jerry. He was all smiles on his fat, jolly face, as I pulled out his cock, and stroked it with my hand.

"God, I love your blowjobs," he moaned as my mouth engulfed his cock.

It was a good deal—I got a free cab ride, and Jerry got his rocks off inside my sucking mouth. His cock was a lot bigger than Eric's, almost as big as Kevin's, and he moaned in appreciation as I relaxed my throat and slid his cock all the way into my mouth. I sucked hard as I slid my mouth up, then bobbed down, taking his full length into me again.

"Fuck, you're a great gal, Jessie!" he groaned. His hands were stroking my blonde hair. My hands cupped his balls, gently massaging them. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Salty cum flooded my mouth as Jerry came, and I greedily swallowed every drop.

Jerry had a huge grin the rest of the ride to my apartment, as I savored the salty flavor of cum in my mouth. I grabbed my shopping bags, and swayed my ass for Jerry's enjoyment as I walked to the stairs. Jerry honked his horn in appreciation, and drove off as I reached my apartment door. I fumbled for the keys in my purse when I heard a low, girlish moan.

I frowned. Did Anne have one of her boyfriends over? She was quite a slut, having four or five different guys she called her 'boyfriends.' Usually, she fucked them at their places, but sometimes I would come home to find them going at it in the living room.

"Harder, harder!" Anne moaned as I opened the door. Yep, definitely one of her 'boyfriends' was over.

There she was, bent over the couch, getting fucked from behind. She was dressed in one of her slutty, goth-schoolgirl outfits she loved to wear. Tartan skirts, obscenely short, and a tight, white blouse, her long legs clad in white, knee high socks. She was every pervert's wet dream. Her short, blonde hair was flying about as she got fucked hard from behind by...

"Kevin!" I gasped in surprise.

I could feel tears brimming in my eyes. My Kevin was cheating on me with Anne. I didn't understand. Things had been going so great between us. Kevin smiled when he saw me, not caring at all that he was buried to the hilt in my roommate's whorish snatch.

"Hey, Jessie," he smiled. Didn't he care that he was cheating on me, hurting me?

"What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded, anger rising inside me.

He frowned, "Well, fucking? What's the problem, you get fucked all the time?"

"For our business!" I screeched. And to get free cab rides, but that was more like a trade between two businesses. "To support us!"

He finally stopped fucking Anne and pulled out of her. He walked over to me, his cock hard and glistening with that hussy's juices. "And I'm fucking Anne for the same reason."

"Oh, did she pay you?" I sarcastically demanded. "Are you her gigolo?"

A frown crossed his face. "Are you forgetting who's in charge, Jessie? I'm your pimp. You agreed to be my whore."

"I didn't think you were going to fuck other women!" I screeched, my anger making me shrill. I sounded like my mom when she fought with her disgusting boyfriend. "And I'm your girlfriend, too. Not just your whore!"

He smiled, caressing my face. "Yeah, you're my girlfriend. That's why you'll be my bottom bitch."

"Your what?" I asked, frowning at him. Bottom bitch didn't sound that appealing.

"My number one whore," he smiled. "It's a pimp term. Anyway, Anne wanted to get in on the business. So I had to fuck her. You know, to make sure she could satisfy our clients. All part of the job interview."

I frowned, glancing at Anne. "Yeah," Anne smiled, her lip piercing glinting gold. "I'm tired of working at Hot Topic for minimum wage. I want to make some real money."

"Well, I guess, that's fine," I told Kevin, relaxing. "I guess you do need to make sure she's a good fuck."

"I love you, Jessie," Kevin whispered, and kissed me. "Why don't you let Anne lick your pussy. Make sure she can satisfy a female customer."

Anne licked her lips at me; I felt a flush of warmth spread through my pussy. "I've always wanted to munch on your twat," she purred. "I've been prancing around in next to nothing for weeks, hoping to attract your attention."

"I thought you were just a slut," I answered with a nervous laugh. What would it be like to have a woman lick my snatch?

I pulled off my black panties, curious to experience a woman's caresses, and laid down on the couch before her, spreading my legs. Anne eagerly licked at my cunt, her lip piercing rubbing deliciously about my labia. I gasped; it was so different—soft and gentle, her tongue and fingers knowing just where to touch me.

"Ohh, that's nice," I moaned as she nibbled at my clit, pleasure sparking through me.

Kevin groaned as he started plowing Anne again, every stroke shoving her face back into my pussy. Anne was my whore, I realized. Our whore—and there would be others. Beautiful women that would make us so much money. I smiled at my boyfriend, my pimp, and enjoyed Anne's tongue on my pussy.

"She's got a nice, tight cunt," Kevin panted as he fucked her. "Really knows how to work her hips."

I moaned back, "She's got an agile, little tongue. Umm, she's making my pussy feel amazing. Fuck, you're a whore, aren't you?"

"I am," Anne cooed back. "And loving every minute of it!"

Anne slipped two fingers into my cunt; I gasped in pleasure at the sudden intrusion. Her mouth sucked at my clit, then her tongue danced across my sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure flooding through me. Her fingers went in and out rapidly, wiggling against my sensitive pussy walls, while Kevin pounded faster and faster at her cunt, hands gripping her hips. He fucked her so hard her asscheeks rippled.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned, and pulled out, quickly walking around, presenting his cock to my lips. I tasted Anne's tart flavor as I swirled my tongue around the head of Kevin's cock. He groaned and filled my mouth with his tasty cum. "Thanks, Jessie," Kevin moaned. "Love ya."

I swallowed his tasty load, "Oh, I love you, too, Kevin."

My orgasm crashed through me, and I rode Anne's lips and face as I stared up at Kevin and his broad grin. I was so happy that Mark Glassner came into the Best Buy. Without his orgy, I never would have gone out with Kevin. I never would have become his girlfriend, and his whore. Standing up on wobbly legs, I hugged him tightly and kissed my boyfriend, my pimp, my love, on the lips.

The End

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The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Lesbian Cuckold

mypenname3000

Fantasy, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cuckold, Female/Female, Lesbian, Male/Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Wife

Introduction:

Kristi is shocked by her lesbian wife's strange behavior after the Best Buy Incident.

The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Lesbian Cuckold

Note: This takes place in the week that followed the Best Buy Incident, following Kristi, whose wife, Ashley, was one of the victims of the Incident.

Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Kristi Shelley – Tacoma, WA

"Hey, Kristi," Adam said, peering over the top of his cubicle. "There's something wild going on in South Hill."

I glanced up at Adam. He had piercing blue eyes, the kind that made every woman in the office melt whenever he looked at them. Well, every woman but me. I much preferred melting, blue eyes on a woman—like my wife, Ashley. She had these beautiful, gray-blue eyes that I could just lose myself in for hours.

"What?" I asked, curious.

I liked Adam. He didn't get the hungry look in his eyes like most guys do when they find out you are gay and you have a pin-up model for a wife. Since I started working at DaVita's Tacoma office last fall, I had become fast friends with Adam. It turned out we had a lot in common—the Seahawks, enjoying a beer after work, and staring at a pretty woman's ass and tits. We were both married, but there was no harm in looking, right?

"Some gas attack," Adam answered. "At the Best Buy."

I frowned, something nagging at the back of my mind. Then my eyes widened in sudden fear. As I headed out the door this morning, Ashley vaguely mentioned that she needed to go to Best Buy for something. I reached for my phone; I had to call her and make sure she was okay. The phone rang and rang and rang. When she didn't answer, my heart felt like it was in my throat.

"Call me right away," I all but shouted at her voice mail.

"I'm sure she's fine," Adam consoled, walking around to sit on the edge of my desk.

"I...yeah, she probably just was driving, or something," I lied to myself. Ashley always answered her phone, even when driving. It drove me nuts.

Adam squeezed my shoulder then swore. "Here comes Gretchen."

He ducked out of my cubicle before our boss, the uptight Gretchen Dicks could yell at him. She was in her fifties, skinny as a dry stick, like all the fluid had been sucked out of her. Her hair was pulled back into a bun so tight her face was permanently stuck in a scowl. She was like a vulture, always hovering at the edges, waiting to swoop in and devour a dying animal.

"Ms. Shelly, this is work, not a coffee social," she snottily said, looking down at me over her long nose. "Stop flirting with Mr. Upton and do your work. I need those Medicare invoices."

"I wasn't flirting, Mrs. Dicks," I answered. Gretchen is a big stickler on last names. I pitied the poor man married to this harridan. "I'm gay, remember. And married. So, if you wouldn't mind, its Mrs. Shelly."

"By noon, Ms. Shelly," she continued, ignoring my words. "Your six month review is coming up."

I gritted my teeth and nodded my head. I turned back to my computer, but I couldn't make any sense of the Medicare accounts. My mind was too preoccupied with the possible fate of my wife. Gas attack. What does that mean? Like sarin gas? Are people dying in South Hill? I called Ashley a second time. Nothing. What was going on? Was Ashley okay? Shit!

I stood up and walked to the bathroom, entered the farthest stall and felt tears running down my face as I hugged myself. Ashley's fine, I kept telling myself. Ashley's fine. Her phone must have died and she hasn't realized it. Ashley's fine. I grabbed my phone, googling the gas attack. There weren't any casualties I saw with relief. Just some gas that made people act inappropriately.

Inappropriately? What did that mean?

Feeling a little more relieved—at least she wasn't dead—I left the stall and splashed water in my face. I dried off with a paper towel, then checked my makeup. I touched up my lipstick and mascara. Even with make-up, I was plain; dull, brown eyes set in a round face. My lips were small, my nose a little too big, and my brown hair fell lankly about my face. Flat, uninteresting brown. I was the opposite of my wife in every way. She was tall and blonde; her face beautiful, with strong cheekbones that gave her a fierce aspect. A gorgeous Valkyrie, I would joke. And her breasts. They were 36 DD with large nipples that I loved to bury my face in. I just had little B cups. They were practically A's. I had no hips and a flat butt, while my Ashley had an hourglass figure and a gorgeous rear.

My phone rang and I jumped. I scrabbled to pull it out of my purse. I couldn't find it. My purse was a mess, filled with my large, black leather wallet; extra tampons; lipstick tubes, half of them empty; blush; packets of moist towelettes; and plastic wrappers. Finally, I uncovered my phone and saw with relief that it was Ashley calling.

"Oh, thank God," I gasped into the phone.

"Hey, babe," Ashley answered, sounding a little tired. "I...um...am going to the hospital."

"Oh no, is it serious?"

"Um...well, it's hard to explain. I was at Best Buy, and, um..."

"I heard there was a gas attack," I quickly said.

"Yeah, that's what they think happened. Um, it was weird. The gas made us do things..."

"What?" I asked.

"Um, it's hard to explain. Just come to the hospital, okay? It's Good Sam."

"I'm on my way, Ashley."

I sped the entire way to the hospital, not caring if I got a ticket. I had to see my wife. I hugged my wife when I found her in an exam room. She sat in stirrups, like she was about to get a gynecological exam. I was crying by the time Ashley told me what happened. My wife had been gang-raped. Some maniac made an entire store full of people fuck each other, and guy after guy took advantage of my wife.

"I'm fine," Ashley protested after the exam. "Just take me home, Kristi."

Ashley said she was fine, but she wasn't the same. In the days that followed, her interest in sex plummeted. My young wife used to be always begging me for sex, and it was usually me that said no. Now when we did have sex, Ashley would give me some great orgasms, but when I would return the favor, she just couldn't get going. I just had to be patient, I told myself over and over. She went through an ordeal. I encouraged her to go see a therapist, but she insisted that everything was okay. So, I decided to be the best, most supportive wife ever. I didn't marry her for the sex, but because she was a wonderful, caring woman.

"Kristi, the sink broke," Ashley said as she called me at work. It was Monday morning, my first day back since the attack. I took last Friday off to spend time with Ashley.

"Well, ask Rick if he can fix it." Rick was our next door neighbor, and he always helped out when things went wrong in our house. I had two left thumbs and Ashley was just hopeless with tools. Ashley is a college student on summer break. She was looking for a part-time job, but for now she had nothing to do but lounge around the house. "I got to go, Gretchen is walking this way."

"Okay, love you, Kristi."

When I got home from work I could hear the washing machine going and found Ashley making our bed. That's weird, I thought. I made the bed this morning before I went to work. Ashley wore a bathrobe, her blonde hair wet like she just got out of the shower.

"Hey, babe," I greeted.

"Oh, hi, Kristi," Ashley muttered and blushed guiltily.

"What?" I asked, frowning. "And why are the pink sheets on the bed?"

"I...uh...spilled red wine on the sheets," she answered. "Sorry, I'm washing them now. I don't think there will be a stain."

"Oh, that's okay," I said and kissed her. Ashley broke the kiss, and quickly went back to making the bed. I suppressed a sigh. "So, did Rick come over?"

"Yeah," Ashley answered, breathless, a smile playing on her lips. "He...um...he took care of the...eh...problem."

"Oh, good. He's a helpful guy. Good with his hands."

Ashley smiled fondly. "You have emno/em idea, Kristi. And he's amazing with his tool!"

It was nice to see her smiling again, even if she was acting a little weird.

That night Ashley was more relaxed then she had been since the incident, almost back to her normal self, I was happy to see. Ever since the incident she had been tense and I was glad to see she found a release. In bed, Ashley went down on me and licked me to a screaming orgasm. When I offered to return the favor, she yawned and said she was too tired. After that amazing cum, I was tired as well, and I snuggled up to my wife and fell asleep.

The next day, when I got home, Ashley wore her bathrobe again, looking like she just took a shower. I found the blue sheets back on the bed and the pink sheets in the laundry. Neither of us liked the pink sheets. They were a gift from my mother who had weird ideas about what lesbians liked.

"I have good news," Ashley said with excitement. "I got my old bartending job back at the Lady Luck."

I blinked in surprise. "I thought you hated working there. You said all the guys just hit on you."

Ashley shrugged, "It wasn't that bad, and I made good money. Maybe we can afford to get that jacuzzi." There was a twinkle in my wife's eyes. She must be really excited about that jacuzzi to go back to work at the Lady Luck.

"Okay, but don't let those men paw you," I joked, reaching out to grab my wife's butt beneath her bathrobe.

"Oh, yeah," Ashley answered, shifting away from my playful hands. "I wouldn't want to be pawed by a bunch of guys."

I frowned, her eyes grew distant, like she was thinking about something, and a flush grew on her cheeks. "What?" I asked her.

Ashley frowned at me in confusion.

"You had this weird look in your eyes," I told her.

She smiled, "Just imagining how much fun I could have in a jacuzzi."

"When do you start?"

"Next week. They want me to work Fridays and Saturdays and maybe pull a shift in the middle of the week."

When I got home from work on Wednesday, I found my wife sleeping naked in our rumpled bed. "You okay?" I asked.

"What?" she yawned, and then her eyes opened in shock. "Oh, you're home early?"

"No, you fell asleep, silly" I said with a shake of my head.

She pulled the sheets over her body, seemingly embarrassed at being caught sleeping naked. I pulled off my work blouse and skirt and pulled on some more comfortable clothes. "I'm going to start dinner," I told her and I saw relief pass over my wife.

I shook my head, wondering at her odd behavior, as I headed for the kitchen. Just be patient with her, Kristi. It hasn't even been a week yet. I heard the shower going; she sure showered a lot these days. Maybe she feels dirty because of what happened to her. As I put the chicken in the oven, I heard the washing machine start up then Ashley walked out. She was happy, almost skipping around the room and positively glowing.

"You're in a good mood," I smiled.

"Yeah," she grinned. "Umm, I'm starving."

"Hmm, because lying around the house all day really makes you hungry," I joked.

"You have no idea," Ashley laughed.

"What are you washing?"

"Oh, the sheets," she sighed. "I spilled more wine on them. Sorry."

"You're turning into quite the klutz," I giggled, shaking my head at her. "You're going to wear out our washer at this rate."

After dinner, Ashley positively attacked me. She pushed me down on our bed, ripped my panties off, and just went to town on my pussy. Her tongue was everywhere and she used three fingers inside my cunt. She managed to give me multiple orgasms and when she finished, I was looking forward to returning the favor.

"I'm fine," Ashley shrugged, rolling over to go to bed.

"Oh, okay," I sighed in disappointment. I just needed to be patient with her.

The next day was Thursday, one week after the attack; I decided to take off work early to cook Ashley a delicious, candlelight dinner. I was going to make her favorite dish, so I swung by the market on the way home to pick up some lobster tails and a nice bottle of wine. After dinner, we could drink the wine and cuddle on the couch.

I walked into the house; the front door was unlocked and Ashley's car was in the driveway. I quickly put the lobster in the refrigerator and wondered where my wife was. I heard something, a noise, coming from the back of the house. I frowned, it almost sounded like a woman moaning. Moving through the living room to the hallway that led to our bedroom, I heard another moan.

A passionate moan.

That was clearly a woman panting in pleasure. Fear clutched at my heart as I stared down the hallway. Our bedroom door was open. Was Ashley cheating on me? I was frozen in place, my stomach roiling in terror.

"Oh, fuck!" a man's voice moaned.

I relaxed; she must be watching porn. We had a small collection of DVDs and some had guys in them. Ashley had a fondness for cuckold porn. She got off on the thought of some wimpy husband letting his wife fuck whomever she wanted.

I decided to catch her in the act. Maybe I could help her finish, I thought naughtily. I pushed off my shoes and walked quietly down the hallway. I could hear the slap of flesh and the creaking of a mattress. Closer and closer I drew to the bedroom door. The hallway light was off, and I was hidden in the dark shadows. I knew from experience that Ashley wouldn't be able to see me until I reached the door.

"Fuck, your cunt is tight!" the man moaned.

The woman giggled. "Umm, your cock is so fucking hard, Rick!"

I froze. That was Ashley's voice.

No, I told myself. It just sounds like her voice. And it's just a coincidence that the guy in the porno is named Rick. It's a common name. Ashley's gay. She wouldn't be fucking our neighbor. Just take a few more steps and you'll see her masturbating with one of our many sex toys. I forced myself to take that step. I could see into the room, but not the bed. Another step.

My heart broke.

There was my wife, my beautiful Ashley, naked and riding atop a man. Atop Rick. I could see the side of her left breast bouncing as she rose up and down. Rick's hand gripped her plump ass, and I could see his hard cock disappearing into my wife's pussy. Ashley's head was thrown back, her blonde hair flying wildly about.

"Why, Ashley?" I whispered to myself.

And it all made sense. Why Ashley was changing the sheets, taking showers, acting so weird around me. My wife was having an affair. With a man. I wanted to burst in and shout at her, to explode with righteous anger. I wanted to make her feel as terrible as I felt at her heart-wrenching betrayal.

I wanted to burst in, but I was rooted to the spot, my eyes glued to the sight of the cock disappearing into my wife's cunt. I licked my lips. She was enjoying it so much; that hurt the most. Not only was she cheating on me, but it was with a man. I felt an itch between my legs, and without realizing what I was doing, I slipped my hand down into my slacks, into my panties, and found my pussy.

I was wet.

I started rubbing my pussy, rolling my hard clit between my fingers, as I watched my wife writhe atop Rick. She bounced faster and faster. I slipped two fingers up inside me. I never felt so wet in my life; my breath quickened as I furiously masturbated. I bit my lip, stifling my moan. Why was I so turned on? This was so wrong!

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" Ashley panted. "Oh god!"

"Fucking slut!" Rick groaned. "Oh fuck, your cunt is rippling on me! You fucking whore! I'm gonna cum in your dyke cunt!"

"Yes, yes!" she moaned. "Cum in my pussy!"

I came as Rick flooded my wife with his cum, shuddering quietly in the hallway. I nearly fell, catching myself with an outstretched arm on the wall as the powerful pleasure just exploded through me. My vision darkened and I saw stars. It was one of the most amazing cums I ever had in my life. Guilt flooded my veins, pumping cold through my body. Why had I masturbated? Why did the sight of my cheating wife fucking a man turn me on so much? What was wrong with me?

"Hmm, I needed that," Ashley purred. "But you should get going before Kristi gets home."

"Yeah. Same time tomorrow?"

"Sure, stud," Ashley giggled.

I came to my senses and quickly retreated down the hallway as I heard Rick start to get dressed. I ducked into the dining room and waited for him to leave, my heart pounding in my chest. I licked my tart juices off my fingers. Images of Ashley atop Rick kept flashing through my mind, and my rebellious pussy was growing damp again.

What was wrong with me?

I heard the shower start up and the front door slam as Rick left. I decided to confront my wife. I didn't care what happened to her last week at the Best Buy, that didn't give her the right to cheat on me. To hurt me. I marched quickly through the house, letting my anger build. I walked into the bedroom, the bed still mussed from their adultery, a large wet-spot staining the sheets. I threw open the bathroom door and I saw Ashley jump through the distorted glass of the shower door, her form a pick blob through the glass.

"Kristi?"

I could hear the guilt in her voice and the fear. My anger burned through me. That was the same guilt I've been sensing from her all week. God, how could I be so stupid. All the signs of her adultery were everywhere. I grabbed the sliding door to the shower and threw it open. Steam poured out and Ashley was frozen, water running down her lush body, a loofah held in one hand, frozen at her groin.

My cheating, slutty wife was trying to clean up her betrayal.

"Kristi?" Ashley asked again. "What's wrong?" She was trying to sound casual.

I stepped into the shower, dropped to my knees. What was I doing? Why wasn't I yelling at her? My work clothes were getting soaked by the warm water. I didn't care. I pushed the loofah aside and buried my face into her pussy. Oh, my God, what am I doing? Why was I eating her pussy? I tasted bitter soap, then the tangy, sweet flavor of my wife, and finally something salty.

Rick's cum.

It tasted delicious.

"Stop it!" Ashley protested in fear. "I'm not in the mood, Kristi!"

I ignored her as I devoured the proof of my wife's adultery. I shoved my tongue up her pussy, trying to find every last trace of cum. Ashley's hands gripped my head, trying to push me away. So, I reached around and grabbed her ass, holding on tight, and kept right on eating the delicious, cheating mess I found.

"Please stop!" Ashley shouted. "What the hell, Kristi!" She tried to pry my hands off her ass. "Goddamn it stop, Kristi! I'm not in the mood!"

I rubbed my nose against her clit, enjoying the feel of her intimate flesh upon my face, as my tongue quested for more and more cum. I knew just where to touch her to drive her wild and a throaty sigh escaped her lips.

"Oh damn!" my wife moaned.

Ashley's hand on my head relaxed and she stopped trying to push me away. I felt the tension melt out of her body, and then her hips started to writhe as the pleasure stole through her. I looked up at her and saw her face smiling through the valley of her heaving breasts.

"Mmm, Kristi," she moaned. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but goddamn if that doesn't feel amazing!"

I redoubled my effort. For the first time in a week, I gave my wife pleasure. My anger faded as I kept devouring her cunt. I started to only taste her tangy juices; there was no more cum left, so I concentrated on her clit, flicking my tongue around the little pearl, as I slipped two fingers into her tight pussy.

"Yes, yes, eat me Kristi! Oh, God, your lips feel wonderful! Umm, keep doing that with your fingers! Oh, you dirty slut! Oh fuck, oh fuck, I love it when you play with my clit, Kristi! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

I happily devoured my wife's juices as she came on my face, her body shuddering delicately as her orgasm rolled through her. I stood up and Ashley hugged me tightly, kissing me with her tongue and pressing her large, wet breasts against me. She broke the kiss, stroking my face, and I saw love in her eyes. The last of my anger faded and I hugged her back.

"I'm the luckiest woman in the world," Ashley smiled. "Let's get you out of those clothes and I'll return the favor."

As Ashley went down on me, I pictured her writhing atop Rick. The way her breasts bounced heavily as she rode him; his hard cock spearing in and out of her wet cunt. I had promised myself that I would be the best, most supportive wife ever. Maybe this is what she needed to do to get over what happened to her. Maybe I just needed to keep loving and supporting her.

Yes, that's what I will do, I promised myself as I came on my wife's mouth.

"I don't know what got you all fired up, but that was fucking amazing," Ashley said as we toweled off. She paused, swallowing, then asked, "I tasted fine, right? I didn't taste funny, or anything."

"You tasted great, Ashley." She relaxed and smiled. "Tomorrow, don't take a shower. Let me clean all of Rick's cum out of you."

Ashley froze, then gave me a considering look. "And you're okay with that?"

I bit my lip. "Well, I was angry at first when I saw you riding him. But, it also turned me on."

A playful smile appeared on my wife's lips. "It turns you on, huh. And you are just dying to eat more cum out of my pussy?"

"Yeah," I admitted, feeling embarrassed.

"I found it so fucking hot when you ate out my cream-filled cunt, Kristi," she smiled. "Hmm, why don't you help me get ready to go out?"

"Out? Where?" I frowned. "I bought lobster tails for dinner."

"That can wait," she said firmly as she walked to our walk-in closet. "Now, which dress should I wear?" She held a slinky, black dress and a tight, red one. "I like the black, it shows off my cleavage. But the red just screams 'fuck me.' What do you think, Ashley?"

"I don't understand?"

"Ever since I got gangbanged, all I can think about was how great getting fucked by a cock felt!" A look of ecstasy crossed my wife's face. "I need them, babe. I learned that I love cocks! They are all I could think about. When Rick came over on Monday, I just couldn't help but invite him into our bed. It was so wonderful!"

That stung, but I forced it down; I promised to be loving and supportive. "So, why are you going out?"

"I'm going to go out to find some guy and let him fuck me," Ashley explained. "I've only been holding back so I wouldn't hurt you." A smile split her lips. "You can sit here at home and wait, and imagine what nasty things are being done to my little pussy. When I get home, you get to clean me up."

I wanted to object, to tell her to stay home, but my pussy felt so wet. "The red one," I heard myself say. "You want to get fucked after all."

Ashley laughed. "That's my good little cuckold. Now, why don't you chose the sluttiest underwear I own."

I don't know what came over my wife, but I was so turned on as I pulled out a black thong from her dresser, knelt down and pulled them up her smooth legs. I adjusted the thong, making sure it rode through her ass and was tight against her pussy. I chose her bra, styled her hair, and helped her with her make-up. She looked like a sex goddess when she left the house, her plump rump swaying sexily as she walked out to the car.

She paused before climbing in our car. "Thank you, Kristi, you're the best wife ever."

I flushed. Part of me wanted to stop her; she was my wife. I should be the only one to touch her, but one look at the desire in her eyes shut me up. This is what she needed. And my pussy was wet with excitement thinking about her messy pussy and how delicious it would taste as I cleaned her up. So I said nothing and watched her drive off.

I went back inside, heated up a microwave dinner, and sat on the couch. As I ate, I imagined what my wife was up to. When I finished eating, I started to rub my cunt, fantasizing about my wife getting fucked in every different way possible. I had promised to be supportive and help her through her experience. No matter how long it took or how many men she had to fuck, I would be eagerly waiting for her.

So I could lick her pussy clean like a good, little cuckold.

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The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: Obsession

mypenname3000

Fantasy, Cheating, Male/Female, Non-consensual sex, Wife

Introduction:

Ever since the Best Buy Orgy, all Veronica can think about is the stranger's cock that gloriously fucked her.

The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: Obsession

Note: This takes place three weeks after the Best Buy Incident, following Veronica Beckam and her obsession.

Wednesday, June 19th, 2013

"Oh, Veronica!" Marshal, my husband, gasped as he pumped away at my pussy. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes, yes, I'm coming too!" I lied, squeezing my pussy down on his cock, and shrieking loudly. I could feel my husband's cum spilling inside me, warm, thick, disappointing.

"That was great, sugar," he moaned, kissing me on the lips.

"It was," I lied some more; I was becoming good at it. "The best, Sir." My pet name for Marshal. His name sounded like a military rank, so when we were dating I would pretend to be his soldier and call him 'Sir.' It made for some interesting experimentation in the bedroom, and even though five years of marriage had tamed our sex life, I had always found it satisfying.

Well, I found it satisfying until I fucked that man with his glorious cock during the 'Best Buy Incident', the terrorist attack by Mark Glassner that made an entire store full of strangers fuck each other. Memory of that huge cock filling my snatch, driving my pussy to new plateaus of pleasure spilled into my mind, remanding me just how inadequate my husband's cock had become.

My husband rolled off me and I sighed; I was so horny. Ever since we were caught in the orgy, I could not stop thinking about the stranger's cock. I spent the entire orgy fucking him. Sometimes I would be sucking on my husband's cock, or watching Marshal fuck another woman, but the stranger's cock was in me the entire time, staying hard, stretching my pussy. I felt almost virginal when he was in me.

Now Marshal's cock just wasn't satisfying, no matter what positions we tried, or how much foreplay we used. I burned with desire for that dick; it filled every waking moment of my life. I needed to find that stranger; I needed to feel his shaft inside me once again. I was a ball of frustration, and the slightest object could set me off: a banana, or any other phallic food really; sliding a key into a lock; plugging in an electrical cord into a socket. Last time I vacuumed, I tried out the sucking attachment on my snatch, sticking it right on top of my clit, and I might have cum if Marshal didn't interrupt me. At any moment my cunt would get sopping wet, that desperate ache to cum would fill me, and only the stranger's cock could really satisfy me.

I needed an earth-shattering cum soon, or I would go mad.

I loved my husband dearly. I never thought I would cheat on him, but this burning ache in my loins just would not go away. There was no way I could sleep without some satisfaction—I felt like I was going to explode. Marshal was already asleep, snoring softly, so I quietly opened my nightstand drawer, and pulled out my new vibrator, slipping off to the bathroom.

The humming vibration on my clit felt magical. I closed my eyes, picturing the perfect cock—how it felt filling up my pussy, stretching me to the breaking point. I remembered riding the man, his brown eyes staring up at me; two watery orbs centered in a squat, ugly face. But his cock! God, I needed it badly.

I slipped my vibrator up inside me, the plastic buzzing away, churning my insides and I quivered on the toilet seat. It was wider than my husband's; I bought it last week, hoping the girth would help with my obsession. At the very least I hoped I could get an orgasm out of it. While I've cum with the – small quakes that just make life bearable – it never leaves me satisfied.

Damn Mark Glassner, and damn the authorities for letting the monster roam free! Mark was in the news more and more. When I saw Carlos Gutierrez's damning report on Mark Glassner and police corruption Monday night, I had been furious, screaming at the TV. The bastard had the FBI agents and SWAT in his pocket, bribing them with sex. He seemed untouchable. All I wanted was to go back to the way things were before I walked into that fucking Best Buy! I was happy with my marriage, satisfied with my husband's cock. It wasn't fucking fair!

I furiously pumped the vibrator in and out of my pussy. I needed to cum, badly. I needed the stranger's dick in me! Marshal's cock felt just good enough to get me going. Just not good enough to get me off anymore. My cum was nearing, I closed my eyes, imagining the stranger was pumping into me, that delicious shaft rubbing through my tight cunt. I bit my lip, stifling my moan as that delicious shudder rolled through my body and left me shaking.

The edge was gone, I could sleep. But his cock still filled my mind as I laid my head down on my pillow.

I glanced at my husband's sleeping form and wished it was him. I almost cried. It just wasn't fair. Why couldn't I be obsessed with my husband's cock? Why did my body want to drive me crazy? Sleep was long in coming, and I had to slip off to the bathroom two more times with my vibrator before I finally passed out in exhaustion.

Morning arrived far too soon.

My eyes were fuzzy, my mind barely functioning, as I stumbled through the morning routine: I start the coffee while Marshal took his shower, then I'd take my shower as Marshal cooked breakfast. He was a far better cook than I ever was, and secure enough in his masculinity to not care about that. I loved him for it. Why couldn't I also lust after him?

Today was the third week since the Incident, as the media dubbed the orgy, happened. A few of the victims had organized a support group, and the first meeting was tonight at the Eagles Lodge in downtown Puyallup. I was excited to go.

I hoped the stranger would be there; if he showed up, I knew I was going to cheat on my husband. I needed to feel that cock inside me. It was all I could think of at work. I dropped a pen into my pen-cup, my pussy got wet; I poured cream into my coffee, white like his cum; I popped a quarter into the vending machine, into that slot, picturing his cock pushing into my tight slot. I spent my lunch in the woman's bathroom with my vibrator.

Finally exhaustion outweighed lust, and I fell asleep on my desk around two o'clock, and that got me chewed out by my boss. The asshole didn't bother to tell me I had a post-it note stuck to my cheek until a coworker ripped it off. I was mortified, walking around the office for thirty minutes without even realizing it.

This had to end. I had to fuck the stranger again for my sanity's sake. I only hoped my marriage could be salvaged afterwards.

When I got home, I showered right away, applied some makeup, a little more than I would wear to work, and found a cute dress. Not too fancy, but a navy-blue wrap-around that showed off my cleavage nicely. I checked myself in the mirror: my bleached-blonde hair fell in a mass of loose curls about my shoulders, the red-highlights making my hair pop; my lips were cherry red, and very kissable; and my deep brown eyes could make any man weak in the knees.

"You look gorgeous, Veronica," Marshal said, then gave me a wolf whistle. Guilt stabbed through me; I dressed up for my nameless lover, not my husband, but that itch in my pussy was drowning out my guilt. On the drive over, my husband kept glancing at my thighs. The skirt had ridden up and Marshal was a leg man. Normally I loved it when my husband lusted after me, but it was a different man I desired tonight.

We arrived at the Eagle's Lodge, found a place to park, and walked inside. A cute, bubbly blonde stood at the front door. She wore a tight halter-top that left her midriff bare, and a pair of very tight blue-jeans. I noticed my husband's eyes roam her inviting figure; I could hardly be jealous since I was planning on doing far more than looking tonight. Standing next to the girl was a pimply faced young man in a dress shirt and slacks. She was vaguely familiar; I think she was the Best Buy employee bent over the Geek Squad counter that all the guys fucked. The guy handed me a business card, while the girl handed one to my husband.

Divine Escorts – The prettiest girls to keep you satisfied.

Kevin Mattock (253) 555-6812

Director of Customer Service, Owner

Jessie Smith (253) 555-7343

Premier Escort, Owner

"The same satisfaction I gave you," Jessie, the blonde, giggled when she handed the card to my husband, who flushed and looked guilty; my husband must have been one of the many guys that fucked her during the orgy. Once inside, Marshal made a big show of throwing the card away.

The group was meeting in a hall at the back of the lodge, a faded, orange carpet covered the floor, and ugly wood paneling adorned the walls. Chairs had been set up in rows facing a podium with a small microphone on a bendy, metal arm; a small table with punch and chips sat in the corner. We weren't the first to arrive; a Muslim girl, modestly dressed with a colorful headscarf hiding her hair, pointedly avoided looking at a brunette who stood next to her, talking quietly and urgently to her.

As seven o'clock drew near, more people arrived. I wasn't even the most over-dressed. One blonde with huge tits wore a black party dress that she was almost falling out of, and immediately started chatting with a few guys in the corner, who were all drooling over her like a pack of dogs. The other woman wore a slinky red dress; like me she was a bleached blonde, and was escorted in by a rather fit-looking man. The woman kissed her escort, and then walked off and started flirting outrageously with a black guy. The fit man just grinned as he watched her.

"Is that your wife?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Yeah." He held out his hand. "I'm Bill, and that's Erin."

"She's, um, very friendly," Marshal added.

Bill grinned, "You have no idea."

I didn't hear what was said next because the stranger walked in. My pussy instantly became drenched at the sight of my obsession; I must be soaking through my panties. I ignored his squat, ugly face; my eyes fixed on his crotch. His cock was in there, trapped beneath his pants and underwear. I needed to go to him, kneel, and worship his glorious dick with my mouth; then with my cunt.

I was about to walk to him when Marshal nudged me and I snapped out of my daze. I turned to my husband. "Let's sit down," he suggested.

I nodded, my cheeks burning with lust.

"You okay, Veronica?" he asked.

"Yeah, just thirsty."

"Be right back." He kissed me on the cheek. What a sweet husband I had. The guilt rose up; the lust battered it down.

The punch was too sweet, but it was cold, and helped to cool the desire burning inside me. A man named Oscar started the meeting; he was the manager of the Best Buy, and he began by telling his story. It was like one of those AA meetings, confessing what we did to the only people that could understand how unnaturally we all acted that day.

I was too focused on staring at him to pay much attention. Next, Jessie Smith spoke. It really was just a pitch for her "escort" business. She was followed by a brunette named Lucy McKay, who gave a passionate speech about how special to her a certain Muslim girl was, how she felt this connection with her as they made love that day. She didn't get to finish; the Muslim girl fled the room and the brunette followed after.

My husband was listening with rapt attention, I realized, and a nasty thought formed in my mind. My obsession had gotten up, presumably to use the restroom. I knew my husband; he might not notice that I was missing for a while. I bit my lip; my pussy ached to feel that cock again.

Walking back to the men's room, part of me protested—throwing up memories of the last seven years. How Marshal and I met in college, how sweet and romantic he was, the time he drove twelve hours straight to San Francisco when I broke my leg attending a business conference, our five wonderful years of marriage. That damned itch in my pussy drowned out all of that; getting fucked by my obsession was the only thing that mattered to me anymore.

I reached for the men's room door, reaching for it, when it swung open, and the stranger stood before me. His watery eyes lit up when he saw me. My passions exploded, and I just threw my arms around his neck, kissing him. He stiffened in surprise, then relaxed and started kissing me back. I pushed him through the bathroom door, attacking him, pouncing on him like a hunting cat on her prey.

I needed that cock in me so bad. I pulled him into the middle of the three stalls. I bent over the toilet, resting my elbows on the tank, and waggled my ass at him. He needed no encouragement, and just pulled up my skirt. I wore a pair of see through, black panties, and I gasped as he roughly pulled them down.

The bathroom door banged open and a woman laughed. "I need you to fuck me, stud," she cooed.

"What about your husband, Erin?" the guy asked.

"I want to fuck you, not him," Erin moaned. "Hurry, in here."

They entered the last stall, kissing and moaning. I turned back and looked at my obsession, at his hard cock sticking out. "Stick it in," I hissed. "I need it so bad!"

I felt him rub his cock on my nether lips, the anticipation killing me. Please God, just fuck me already! The head of his cock found my wet hole, just starting to push in, when the bathroom door opened and another man and woman stumbled in kissing and moaning. He froze again.

"Seriously," I whispered, and gave a hiss of frustration.

The new couple got into the first stall, and the woman moaned like a banshee as the man just pounded away at her cunt. God, I wished my obsession would fuck me hard like that. Marshal would never have frozen in this situation; he once fucked me in the bathroom at a Seahawk's game, not caring that the restroom was full of guys. Well, if he wouldn't fuck me, I'd take care of business. I shoved my hips back and drove his cock into me. It was long, hard, filling me up.

And it was such a huge disappointment.

It was like Christmas, grabbing grandma's present, tearing open the wrapping paper, fumbling with far too much tape, and finding a pair of socks. Not any of the pretty clothes you asked for, but a pair of ugly, badly knitted socks.

This is what I've been obsessing over? This average dick. He may have been a little longer than my husband, a tiniest bit wider, but not much bigger. Fuck, the vibrator I bought was bigger! The guy started fucking me; it was alright, like when my husband fucked me these days. No, my husband knew how to fuck me, how to hit the spots that made me purr. He just pounded away, not caring about my pleasure, and grunting like a pig every time he bottomed out in me.

God, this was a mistake. I was cheating on my husband and not even enjoying it. In the stalls on either side of us, the women sounded like they were getting the greatest sex of their lives, moaning like banshees. My excitement melted away, this was so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this.

"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me hard! Umm, your cock is filling me up, stud!" Erin screamed. "I'm going to explode! Oh fuck, harder! Yes, yes, yes! I'm coming. I'm coming, Bill! I'm coming in the last stall!"

God, I wish I could cum like that, but my obsession wasn't hitting any of the right spots inside me. I slipped my finger down to start frigging my clit, rubbing my little button was going to be the only way I was getting off.

My obsession froze when the bathroom door crashed open. God, please don't stop fucking me! I just wanted him to finish so I could forget about the entire incident, go back to my husband, and pretend this never happened.

"Where the fuck is my wife!" a man roared.

"Oh, shit!" Erin said, very loudly. "My husband's crazy! He nearly killed the last guy he caught me with!"

"What?" the guy fucking Erin gasped. There was the sound of pants pulling up, a belt being buckled. The stall door opened and the guy fucking Erin made a panicked run for it.

Erin laughed richly. "You scared the shit out of him, Bill. Now get in here and give me a good fucking!" There was a wet, squelching sound and Erin let out a throaty moan. "That's the cock I love. It makes me so hot when you're all jealous, Bill!"

God, why was I even letting this guy fuck me? Why was I even obsessed with his cock?

In the first stall, the third couple was pounding away, the woman gasping, "Cum in me, stud! Umm, I can't wait until my wife eats your cum out of my pussy!"

Was everyone at this meeting a sexual deviant? Is this what Mark Glassner did to us? I didn't feel horny any more, I just felt dirty. I stood up, his cock popping out of my pussy, and I started pulling my panties up.

"What the hell?" the stranger demanded.

"This was a mistake," I told him.

"Like hell it is, cunt! You get me all hot and bothered, then try and leave me with a case of blue balls! You fucking finish what you started, whore!"

He pushed me up against the stall. "No, stop!" I cried out. He was trying to force my thighs apart. "Someone, help me!" There were four other people in the bathroom. Someone would help me. He forced himself between my thighs, his hard cock searching for the entrance to my pussy. "Please!" I sobbed.

The stall door burst open and Marshal was there, fury in his eyes. I had never seen him like that, ever. He grabbed my obsession, my rapist, and hauled him out, throwing him hard against the sinks. My obsession struggled to keep his feet, as my husband balled up his fist and slammed it into the guy's face. He fell to the floor and my husband kicked him in the balls.

Twice.

I was sobbing as Marshal led me out of the bathroom and out a back door. It was cooling off outside, the sun just disappearing behind the building. In tears, I confessed to my husband what happened. How I couldn't stop thinking about the guy; that I was so horny for him I was willing to cheat on my marriage just to get some satisfaction.

Marshal didn't say a word until I finished, and then he just said, "Let's go home."

He wasn't angry, disappointed, heartbroken. He wasn't anything, just calm emptiness. Did he not care enough about me to even feel disgust? Did he hate me that much? A pit grew in my stomach, swallowing more and more of my calm, as we drove home in silence. When we pulled into our garage, I turned to my husband. "Please say something. Anything. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's come over me."

He stroked my face and said two words: "Mark Glassner."

I froze; it was all Mark Glassner's fault. My husband was right. None of this would ever have happened if my brain and body didn't get screwed up by that asshole. I started sobbing in relief; Marshal wasn't angry with me. He picked me up, carrying me into the house and up our stairs, gently setting me down on the bed. How could I be so lucky to have such a great, supporting husband? Why did I ever want to cheat on him, to hurt him?

He kissed my lips, gently, his hands sliding down my dress to give my breast a gentle squeeze. Then he slipped his hand in, and I sighed into his lips as I enjoyed the feel of rough callous on hard nipples. Lust was stirring in my loins; for the first time in three weeks, my husband was making me horny. Why now? Then it struck me like a bullet, Marshal's cock was almost as big as my obsession's, and, unlike my would-be rapist, my husband knew how to use it. My perceptions had been skewed by that day, only fixed when that asshole stuck his cock in me.

Marshal reached behind my neck, untieing the string that held my dress up, exposing my round breasts to his hungry gaze. He knelt down and sucked a hard nipple into his lips. The pleasure surged through my body, ending in the pressure growing in my womb. He kissed down my body, pushing my dress down, leaving me in only my black panties.

My husband gently pulled them off, running his finger through the soft down of brown hair that surrounded my pussy. I was soaking wet, my pussy aching for his cock. I needed him inside me. I burned for it.

"Fuck me, Sir," I gasped. "I need you inside me so badly!"

Marshal crawled up my body and my hand fumbled at his belt. I needed to free his cock. His shaft was hard, the head a dark purple and leaking pre-cum. He kissed with heat as I guided his dick to my aching hole. It nudged my pussy lips, then he was inside me, and it felt earth-shattering! Marshal's hazel eyes stared down into mine as he began to slowly make love to me. Joy blossomed inside me; my husband loved me, how could I have ever wanted to throw this feeling away?

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, tears starting to roll down my cheeks.

"Shh." He kissed my tears, still thrusting gently into me, stirring my passion. "There's nothing to forgive. We both had to struggle with what happened to us."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I went back to the Best Buy, the first week it reopened." There were tears brimming in his eyes. "I fucked that Jessie girl in the bathroom. She walked up to me and started flirting with me and...I couldn't help myself. I remembered all the guys taking turns with her, and I wished I had stuck my dick in her too. And there she was, wearing a shirt that was two size too small, her nipples pointing right at me through her shirt, blinding me to anything else like a pair of high beams. I was weak, helpless. Can you forgive me?"

I hugged my husband, wiped away his tear and kissed him on the lips. "There's nothing to forgive, Sir."

We started pumping our hips, striving to give each other pleasure. His cock hit all the nice places inside me, and his every thrust bringing me closer and closer to exploding. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in harder, urging my husband to go faster.

"You feel so silky," he moaned in my ear. "I love you, Veronica!"

"Oh yes, oh yes!" I gasped as my orgasm exploded through me, a massive quake of pleasure, leveling thoughts as it rolled through my body. I finally got my earth-shattering release, and he kept fucking me, triggering aftershocks. "I love you!" I gasped, as waves of passion flowed through me.

He grunted wordlessly, slamming his wonderful cock into me. His semen spilled inside me, warm and sticky. Then he collapsed, his weight pressed on top of me, solid and comforting, and we kissed. He nuzzled my neck, and I happily fell asleep in my husband's arms.

I didn't dream once about my obsession.