1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 6: Velvet, Double D Coffee


    Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Male / Females, Male/Female, Prostitution, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Velvet: Double D Coffee Note: Mark's friend Chris requested big-tittied Velvet that worked at Hot-Chick-a-Latte, a bikini barista stand, to be his sex-slave. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Monday, July 22nd, 2013 – Velvet Gibbs – Puyallup, WA “Chief Hayworth will see you now,” the bored officer said, dressed in the blue uniform of a Puyallup Police Officer, modified for her obviously pregnant belly. My boyfriend Chris and I stood up, and he slipped his hand around my waist, then down to cup my ass through the tight daisy dukes I wore. The last month had been the best of my life. The Living God, Mark Glassner, had introduced me to Chris, and I had fallen head-over-heals in love with him. It's like Mark knew just how much I would love Chris. Chris was wonderful. He was in his early twenties like me and so handsome. He was a former army Ranger, his body lean with muscles, and he had the most gorgeous, brown eyes. Those bad boys could melt the panties off any woman. Often we'd go to a bar and pick-up some chick to take home with us. It turned out Chris's passion was to run his own bikini barista stand. It's how we met; he was always coming around to the Hot Chick A Latte, the bikini barista stand I worked out. I had never even noticed him until the God Mark told me I loved Chris. Together, Chris and I were going to realize his dream. He had been saving up, and I added what little money I had to our budding ...
    business. Together, we bought an out-of-business coffee stand on the corner of Meridian and Main Street in downtown Puyallup, and we had spent the last month working hard to renovate the place. We were calling our coffee stand Double D Coffee, and only the girls with biggest tits would get to work there. I was a G cup and had big, beautiful tits with fat nipples that were still supple with youth. I was dreading my forties when they would probably sag down to my navel, but right now they were perfect. The pregnant cop led us to Chief Hayworth's office. She knocked at the door. “Come in,” a gruff voice barked; a commanding voice barely muffled by the door. His office was simply appointed, a desk, picture of a wife and grandchildren set on his desk along with a computer and several file folders. Metal filing cabinets lined the walls, a US flag stood in a corner on small flagpole. The chief stood up, a whip-thin man in dress blues, decorated with gold pips and medals. He had an iron hard look, and I was impressed with how good in shape he appeared—for a man in his fifties, he was fitter than some of the officers in their twenties I saw. “What can I do for you son?” he asked, crushing Chris's hand; my boyfriend didn't flinch. I felt the Chief's eyes fall on my body; appreciative gleam in his eyes. “Ma'am.” I straitened, letting my boobs thrust before me in the plaid cowboy shirt I wore, the tails tied below my massive melons. I wore no bra and the slightest movement sent them to ...
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