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

    use a nice titty fuck.” Fresh juices gushed from my pussy. “In a parking lot of a police station?” He grinned at me, those gorgeous brown eyes staring at me with lust. “Hell, yeah! I need to cum so bad after watching that.” I untied the knot, letting the shirt fall open. His hands instantly found my melons, squeezing them, pinching my fat nipples. The pleasure went straight to my cunt while my hands went straight to his crotch. I deftly freed his long, thin cock and stroked him. “I love your hooters, babe,” he groaned. So I leaned over and wrapped them around his cock. My tits were so massive, and his dick vanished between them. I held them together before sliding them up and down his cock. He moaned, his hips bucking as the velvety smooth skin of my melons drove him crazy with passion. “Oh, fuck, babe! That feels fucking amazing! Faster! Yes, yes!” His precum lubed my tits like water from a leaky faucet, and I pumped faster with my tits. “Are you going to cum all over my tits?” I asked, licking my lips. I was so eager for him to cum. “Hell yeah!” he groaned. “I'm going to paint you in cum!” That sound wonderful. “Oh fuck! Keep pumping those hooter! Fuck, fuck!” His cum spurted hot onto my tits, a squirt flying out from between my melons to strike me across the cheeks and lips. More spunk pumped out, each blast weaker than the last, leaving a sticky mess rolling wet down my tits and stomach. I sat up, scooping up a line of jizz and sucking it into my mouth. “Was that good ...
    one, Chris?” “You bet, babe.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friday, July 26th, 2014 “Why do you want to work for Double D Coffee?” Chris asked Faye Reid. “I've never been shy of showing my body off,” she answered. It appeared to be a gorgeous body; the redhead was blessed with tits almost as big as mine, and her smile was saucy, inviting—driving any male who saw it crazy with lust. We sat in Chris's small office he rented in a building on East Main Street, and had spent the last few days interviewing girls for our grand opening tomorrow. Today, I wore a tight halter top that molded to my G cup hooters and a very short jean skirt. Faye wore a loose t-shirt that did little to hide the curves of her tits, and a pair of low-cut skinny jeans, a pink thong peaking out. The office was filled with a sweet incense, jasmine mixed with vanilla. The sticks were from Sam, Mark's Vizier. They were a variation on the ones she gave Willow for her clinic. Candy, Sam's girl-toy, had boasted to me all about it the night Chris bought them from Sam. I had been the payment; Sam fucked me all night long in exchange for ten sticks. It was fun fucking a woman with a dick, feeling her breasts press against mine as a wonderful slab of girl-cock pumped inside my cunt. The magical incense made our interviewees more docile, more accepting of the duties they would have to perform at our coffee stand. “So you're comfortable being naked in front of strangers?” Chris asked. She blinked. “I thought the job was ...
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