Chapter 1: The Baristas

Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Southern Pierce County

"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 actually worked—that it wasn't some huge prank. I had summoned the Devil, and he appeared and appeared to have granted me three wishes in exchange for my soul.

After 27 years of life, I still hadn't gotten laid. Not even a handjob from a girl feeling sorry for me. I wasn't an ugly guy, just average looking. Well, I was a little overweight. It was just that I was 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 current status: virgin. If I was being honest, my number one problem is fear of rejection. I only ever had the courage to tell one girl I liked her. "That's nice," was her kick-in-the-balls response. And the older I got, the more pathetic it seemed. What girl would want to date a guy my age with zero experience.

It was that soul-crushing desperation that brought me out to this lonely crossroad, at midnight, in the forested foothills of the Cascade Mountains.

I had read that if you buried a box containing certain items – a photograph of yourself, dirt from a graveyard, bone of a black cat, and a yarrow flower – 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 had gathered the items and buried a shoe box full of them where two gravel roads crossed.

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. He walked towards me, a handsome man, dark hair, dressed in an expensive black suit. He had a broad, friendly smile. Not the oily, fake smile a used-car salesmen wears as he tries to sell you a lemon, but an honest and very genuine grin. The only thing unusual about him was the scarlet of his 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. This was actually happening; my hands were drenched in sweat and I wiped them on my slacks. "I want to make some wishes."

"Of course, of course," he said; his tone was matter-of-fact. For the Devil, this was just business as usual and nothing to get excited about. "What would you like?"

I swallowed; my voice cracked as I told him my first wish: "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."

Again the Devil nodded his head; there was understanding in his eyes—not judgment. 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 and for the first time I felt unease curdling my stomach. I swallowed my nerves; I wanted my wishes to badly to stop now. "Do we have a deal?"

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. It seemed cheap. What was my soul really worth? What had I done with my life? Nothing. All I had to show for it was 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 it; 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. I made a Pact with the fucking Devil. It was so surreal, I was starting to suspect I was dreaming. One of those dreams that were so real it was only after you woke up that you realized just how absurd it really was. My legs felt weak, wobbly like a newborn animal. I set heavily on my car's trunk, the shocks squeaking as my weight rocked it, and I stared up at the stars as they wheeled across the night sky.

This was going to change everything. I thought about what I would do with my powers and fantasies flashed through my mind: getting even with people, living a life of luxury, and getting laid. I smiled, definitely getting laid. I made plans, playing out scenarios over and over in my mind. I would need money, a new car, a nice place to live. And most importantly, which girls did I want to fuck? Where would I find the hottest girls around here? How many would I want to keep as my personal toys?

Before I knew it, the sun was rising, blushing the horizon pink—a shy maid.

As I watched the sun, I felt different. I felt like I had been taken apart and stitched back together as I watched the stars travel across the night sky. I was remade—reborn. Better than I had been. I was no longer that virgin loser from yesterday; 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 edge of Spanaway. I was a mix of excitement and exhaustion. I felt like I could sleep the day away, but I was far too excited to put my powers to the use and finally get laid for that. Seeing one of the many Starbucks – I swear they were on ever street corner in Washington State – I realized I could fulfill both of those desires. Getting some desperately needed caffeine was just the a pleasant bonus.

I was nervous as I entered the coffeehouse and doubt started gnawing away at my confidence. All the certainty I felt watching the sun rise was leaking out of the holes my doubt had made. This wasn't going to work, echoed in my mind. 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 on their way to work. Three baristas worked the shop. A nerdy looking guy and two, attractive women, all dressed in the baggy, black polo shirts tucked into black pants. Over such drab uniforms, they all wore the trademarked, green aprons with the Starbuck's mermaid embroidered in white. The first barista – whose nametag read 'Cynthia' – was a tall women, mid twenties, with black hair cut short in a vaguely punkish style. Both her nose and her right eyebrow – above dark eyes – were pierced with gold rings; all these featured combined to give her face a certain predatory wildness.

The second female barista – Mary, who was maybe nineteen or twenty – stood a little shorter than Cynthia, with long, auburn hair pulled back into pony tail, and a heart-shaped face dotted with freckles. God, I loved redheads. Our eyes met, hers were a deep emerald, and I felt a foolish grin broadening my face. She returned my smile, gorgeous dimples appearing on her smooth cheeks transforming her face from simply beautiful to absolutely stunning.

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

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

The brunette turned, eyed 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 answer; her voice had a smokey, sultry quality about it.

The holes my doubt gnawed were patched over with fresh confidence—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, grinning. It actually worked. I could do anything I wanted. No-one could stop me. "You want to please me, don't you. Nothing makes you happier than to please me."

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

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

There was some grumbling from the customers, and a few clearly seemed confused as they walked out of the shop, wondering why they were listening to some random guy. The staff seemed even more confused as they followed y commands and closed the store. "Who are you?" asked the male barista, who's nametag read 'Ethan'.

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

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, or 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 consternation, but he took the phone without saying a word. I turned to the ladies and smiled at them. "Vivian, Mary, and Cynthia, from now on, 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 and revealing small breasts covered by a plain, white bra. Vivian's hoodie and shirt were already on the floor and she reached 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 kicked off her shoes and sliding her pants down her slim legs. Like her bra, her panties were a plain, boring 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 areola. 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.

Naked, 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 to feel guilt anymore. My cock ached, wanting to plunge into her juicy depths.

I turned to Vivian and her tits – large and full and clearly were a pair of C's – were free now, as tan the rest of her fine body, except for two triangular patches covering her dark nipples. Clearly she didn't tan topless. 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 her bikini bottoms.

I looked to beautiful Mary, with her enchanting eyes, and watched her fumble with her bra's clasp; her face was almost as red as her hair with the exertion. Clasp finally undone, she shyly slid the straps off her shoulders and revealed small, perky breasts – B cups – spotted with freckles and dusky-pink, turgid nipples.

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

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

I pulled my shirt off and quickly dropped my pants 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.

"Umm, you girls are hot," I told them. Mary giggled and somehow Cynthia's grin grew even 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 pleasantly plump and round. "Bend over, ladies."

They bent over; it was an amazing sight: Cynthia's shaved lips glistened with her juices and a gold ring pierced the middle of her labia; Vivian's brunette pubes were matted with juices, while her lips were parted, exposing her juicy depths; and 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 saw in pornos; they were real, naked girls and that made them far more attractive.

"Am I making you happy?" Vivian husked in her smokey voice, peering sultry over her shoulder at me, 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. She was special. "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! 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's 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?" she asked, voice tight with nerves.

"I want to watch that slut make you cum, Mary!" I groaned as Vivian's hands slowly stroked my cock 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, pleasure twitching through my shaft. Her tongue left wet trails as she licked up my dick, ending briefly at my head, giving it a quick, teasing suck, before starting at the bottom all over again. While her mouth drove me wild her fingers gently cupped my balls, rolling them between her fingers.

I watched Mary shake 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 Mary's right breast, drawing a line down to her nipple, rubbing and pinching it between her fingers. Mary gasped and jumped at the sensation, nervously licking her lips.

"See, it's not so bad, baby," Cynthia cooed. Her other hand grasped Mary by the hip and pulled her close, groins and nipples pressing together. "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. Redhead's make me so wet. I had to jill off in the walk-in after I saw you half-naked. I just stuck my hands down my pants and pinched my clit. Umm, I came so hard thinking about your tongue up my twat!"

Vivian's wet mouth fully engulfed my cock, sucking hard, and 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 ground on Mary, kissing her way along Mary's cheekbone to her lips. Aggressively she kissed her shy co-worker, shoving her tongue into Mary's mouth and her hands squeezing Mary's plump ass. Mary's arms wrapped around Cynthia, holding tightly to her as they kissed, both girls moaning into each other's lips as Mary's hips started writhing in passion.

Cynthia pushed the auburn-haired girl back until she sat down on the edge of a table. Mary was breathing hard; her whole body was flushed crimson and her eyes closed. Cynthia kissed and bit at her neck, moving down to her tits. 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 then sucked it into her eager mouth and played with the hard nub with her tongue. Cynthia's right hand slid down Mary's stomach and disappeared between her thighs. She gasped as Cynthia's fingers played with her pussy, body quaking 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, while her hand returned to Mary's pussy. Her finger's hooked and Mary jumped as they penetrated her cunt. The auburn-haired girl moaned shrilly, yelling each time Cynthia's fingers pumped into her hot twat.

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 harder 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 out her cunt. Cynthia's tongue was licking, tasting her pussy, caressing the lips and clit. Then her fingers began fucking Mary

"Its so good!" Mary screamed at the top of her lungs. "Oh my God! It's so good! Eat me! Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Oh fucking God, yes!"

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, a freckled face angel; my cock exploded, several squirts of my cum filling Vivian's mouth. I breathed heavily and looked down at the brunette slut who smiled up at me, cum glistening on her lips, and in her open mouth a pool of white swam on her tongue.

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 redhead. Mary was hissing a constant stream of, "Oh my God! Eat me! Oh God!"

My cock began to harden again as I watched Mary cum over and over, her perky breasts heaving, before she collapsed in exhaustion back on the table. Cynthia let her go and stood up; her face smeared in pussy juices, and 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 before?"

"Blind?" Cynthia giggled.

"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 – clearly my second wish for sexual stamina worked – and I looked down at Vivian still gently licking at my cock. "Sit on my dick, Vivian, and fuck me!"

"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 jiggling before my face, as she straddled my hips. My hand grabbed one, feeling the firm orb, while I buried my face in those titties. They were smooth as silk save for hard nipples that wonderfully rubbed 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 and slowly lowered down my shaft.

"Jesus!" I moaned. I was in a woman. It felt fucking 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, plunging me over and over into her sopping sheath. 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 – and my wish – kept me rigid as a steel I-beam.

Vivian hugged me tightly now, fucking me hard as her tits rubbed against my chest. Her hot lips brushed me ear and she hissed, "Oh Mark! Your cock feel so fucking great in my twat! Oh fuck! Oh goddamn fuck! I'm so happy that I get to fuck you! So goddamn happy!"

I looked to my left and saw Cynthia sitting on a table edge with her legs spread wide, while her fingers played with her hard nipples. Mary knelt before Cynthia, her face inches from Cynthia's wet cunt. As she knelt, the auburn-haired girl's plump ass faced me and I could just see a hint of red, furred pussy peaking shyly between slim, pale thighs.

"Start by licking up my slit," the wild girl instructed Mary. "Give my clit a little flick and start over at the bottom." 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," before she dived back in.

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

Vivian started doing a twist with her hips, fucking me 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 to kiss me, my cum still glistening on her lips and I stopped her. "Good sluts don't kiss a man with jizz on their lips."

"Oh, sorry," she moaned. "Let my tight, wet cunt make it up to you!"

My fingers dipped into Vivian's ass crack, teasing her puckered asshole. She moaned, tossing her head and spilling brunette hair across our faces. I stuck my finer into her asshole and she gasped and stopped fucking me in surprise at the intrusion into her tight bowels.

"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! 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 on my cock, her cunt massaging me. I was so close, and moaned through clenched teeth as I shot a second load into Vivian's warm depths. She collapsed on me, and we enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms as we watched Mary's lesbian instruction.

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

Mary started to lick at Cynthia's clit as she slid two fingers slowly inside her. The air was filled with the juicy aroma of hot pussy, a heady aroma that was stirring life into my cock. 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 and pulled the girl harder against her clit. "Oh, god! I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" Her body went rigid, then shook twice and she collapsed back onto the table. "Goddamn, this girl learns fast! She's a grade A muff diver."

Mary grinned at me; her face smeared in pussy. Behind her, Cynthia's legs were still spread open, revealing swollen vulva drenched in juices.

"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's kiss. 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.

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 smoldered 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 that was messy with our combined fluids. Mary guided her to a nearby table and knelt before her. My white semen ran out of her cunt, pooling about her ass. Mary's tongue slid across her inner thigh, cleaning up the semen and pussy juices, before her fingers spread open Vivian's pussy and she dived her tongue 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 rear invitingly. I squeezed a cheek and then slapped it.

"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 in a considering manner as I spanked her a third time, her white ass reddening. "I just fucked my co-worker while on the clock and in the store! I'm such a dirty whore!"