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

    jiggle like a jello. I enjoyed his gaze and giggled, twirling my black hair about my finger. That really sent my boobs to shaking. “I'm Chris, and this is my girlfriend Velvet.” “I don't have all day,” the Chief said. “I'm a friend of Mark Glassner. I'm about to open a business here in downtown Puyallup and I want to make sure I have the backing of the local police.” The Chief relaxed when Mark's name was mentioned. “What sort of business?” “A coffee stand with beautiful woman,” Chris answered. “Only my girls will be wearing even less than a normal bikini stand.” The chief snorted. “The only way that would be possible...” His eyes flashed to my chest. “Why don't you show him the uniform, Velvet.” I grinned, untying the cowboy shirt I wore and letting my melons spill out to the Chief's hungry eyes. Then I wiggled out of my tight, daisy dukes. Underneath I wore a string bikini, barely more than floss that wrapped around my hips and disappeared between my ass cheeks. It was so thin, my long pussy lips wrapped around the gusset, dangling out for all the world to see. “I can see why you'd want our cooperation,” the Chief answered, shifting; I noticed a pronounced bulge in the crotch of his pants. “I'm always glad to help a friend of Mark's out. For a price.” “I'm sure Velvet will be very accommodating,” Chris said, his hand resting familiar on my ass. “Say once a week?” The Chief reached out, gave my big titty a squeeze. “I think that'd be just fine, so long as I get to know ...
    Velvet today.” “Be my guest,” Chris said, taking a seat. Chris loved to watch me fuck other man. Already, he had watched me fuck the manager at Grey's Lumber to get a discount on building materials, and then the manager at the paint store, and finally with a bureaucrat to get our remodel permit expedited. I went to kiss the Chief, but he rebuffed me. “Bend over my desk like the filthy whore you are,” he growled like rusty iron scraping together. He spun me about and shoved me roughly against the desk; his hand landed in the middle of my back and pushed me down across his desk until my cheek rested on the cool wood. The smiling face of his wife—it was an old picture of their wedding day, faded with age—filled my vision. A zipper rasped, and I tried to look behind me when his hand shoved me back down. “Don't move whore!” He roughly ripped my string bikini down my thighs. A helpless feeling filled me—my pussy dripped with lust. “Fuck me,” I heard myself moan. His cock didn't feel old as he shoved it hard inside my cunt. I moaned my appreciation as he pumped his hips with powerful thrusts. He filled me up; the friction of his dick sent my passions burning. “You're a dirty whore, aren't you?” he panted. “Yes!” I groaned. “Fuck me harder! Your cock's driving me wild!” “Whore, whore, whore!” he grunted over and over, punctuating every “whore” with a hard thrust of his cock. “You're going to take every drop of my jizz, right whore?” “I will! Fill me up!” I was burning up inside; the ...
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