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

    “Sometimes I would fantasize about fucking you in the classroom.” “Really?” he asked. “Umm, we offer a special service here,” I continued, leaning out so my tits practically dangled in his face. “For a hundred dollars, you can join me back here and we can have some private tutoring.” He licked his lips nervously, sweat beading around his widow's peak. “You mean...?” “We can work on my math,” I cooed. “What does one cock plus one pussy equal?” “A great fucking time,” Hailey answered. “Exactly!” I exclaimed. “But we should work out that problem and make sure Hailey's solution is correct.” “I don't have that much cash on me,” he said, crestfallen. “That's okay, we take Visa, Mastercard, and American Express,” I answered. “But not Discovery card. I'm not sure why that is?” “Fuck, this can't be happening,” he muttered, pulling out his wallet and handing me his Mastercard. “How am I going to explain to my wife that I spent a hundred on coffee.” “You needed your energy,” I giggled, swiping his card. After a moment I handed him back his receipt. “Just park over there and come knock at the door.” Our shack was a little larger than the average coffee stand, and we had a side room that was slightly bigger than an airplane's lavatory—just enough room to get fucked. Hailey gave me an encouraging slap on the ass, clearly envious that I got our first special customer of the day. I opened the door, turned on the light, which also activated the overhead camera, and waited for my first ...
    customer. A minute later, Hailey let him in. Lust filled his eyes as he stared at me, then like a lion pouncing on a wounded gazelle, he was on me, kissing at my neck, his hands pawing at my huge tits while growling. I looked up at the small, HD camera hidden in the ceiling. I could just notice its lens hidden among the ceiling tiles. I gave a big smile. Later that evening, I sat wearily on Chris's lap. “The first day went great,” I told him. “I know,” he answered. “You should see our bank account. How many special customers did you have?” “God, I think we each had four or five,” I answered. “Haven't you watched the footage yet?” “I wanted to watch it with you, babe,” he said, giving me a kiss. “You up for it?” “I'm not that tired,” I answered. Chris logged onto the server the footage was stored on with his i-pad and started the first clip, streaming it to our TV. I appeared on the screen, waiting for a minute, until Mr. Beck entered. He seemed to pounce on me immediately, though I remembered him pausing for what I thought was a good fifteen seconds. “Oh, Mr. Beck,” I moaned wantonly on the TV. “Fuck, I wanted to get my hands on your luscious tits for years,” he moaned. “You were always sitting in the front row wearing those slutty tops.” “How do they feel?” “Wonderful!” I looked at my boyfriend. “His hands felt great on my tits, honey.” On the screen, Mr. Beck had buried his face in my rack. “Oh, god, he was driving me crazy with his motorboating. He rubbed my nipples hard against ...
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