“Fuck,” Tony muttered and grabbed my bags and placed them in my Mustang’s trunk.
“Marge, there’s an orgy going on in Best Buy. Go in there and fuck as many people as you can,” Marge nodded and started walking towards the store. “Tell your husband all the filthy details when your done.”
“Marge,” Tony protested from my car.
“This is the second part of your punishment,” I told Tony. “You cannot leave my car until Marge leaves the Best Buy. And then you will listen to her describe all the cocks she had in her holes and how hard she came.”
I laughed as Tony stared despondently at his wife disappearing into the Best Buy. Through the glass doors you could just make out her dropping to her knees before some guy and starting to blow him. Hopefully, Tony would learn to not be an asshole in the future.
I climbed into my new Mustang. The seats were leather and very comfortable. The car had that brand new smell. I breathed it in deeply. I had never owned a new car. I revved the engine and I grinned at the throaty, deep roar. I pushed the clutch and brake in then put the car in gear. I revved the engine again and then peeled out of the parking lot. God, this car had power. It was a shame I only had four blocks to go in heavy traffic.
Excited, I pulled into the Heavenly Creature’s Salon parking lot. I couldn’t wait to see Mary’s waxed cunt. Camcorder in hand, I walked into the salon. Mary was sitting on a bench making out with the Thai receptionist. Mary’s hands were down the receptionist’s unbuttoned jeans, fingering her cunt. The receptionist was groping Mary’s tits through her Starbucks polo shirt.
“That’s pretty hot, Mare,” I said, filming my girlfriend making out with the another girl.
Mary broke the kiss and smiled at me. “Hey, Mark,” she said, fingering the receptionist hard.
“Sorry for taking so long,” I said sheepishly. “I lost track of time.”
Mary grinned at me. “It’s okay. Malai and I found a nice way to pass the time.” Malai just moaned. Mary nibbled on her neck and whispered in here ear, “You gonna cum for me, baby?”
“Oh, yeah!” Malai sighed. “Keep rubbing my clit.” She bucked as she came, moaning wordlessly.
Mary stood up and smiled sexy at the camcorder and licked Malai’s cream off her finger. She was so beautiful with her heart-shaped, freckled face, cute little nose, and her deep, emerald eyes. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a sexy ponytail. A few strands had escaped and fell loosely about her face. She posed for the camera like a ’40’s pinup girl and blew a kiss at the camera.
“You like you’re new toy?” she asked, sauntering over to me.
“Yeah, I had a lot fun with it.”
“Is that why you’re so late?”
I smiled and nodded. Mary reached me and held out her sticky fingers to my lips. The receptionist tasted sour and spicy. Mary leaned in and kissed me and I tasted a different flavor of pussy juices on her lips. “Joy?”
Mary just grinned and kissed me second time. “Thank you for arranging it,” Mary told me. “She made my first waxing it a very pleasurable experience. And who’s pussy am I tasting on your mouth?”
“That would be Erin,” I told her. “I fucked her while her husband watched.”
Mary laughed wickedly. “You’re so naughty.” She kissed me a second time, then asked “You want to see my waxed pussy?”
I nodded, excitedly.
“I think you’ll love it,” she said with a sultry smile and winked at the camcorder.
She pulled off her black, polo shirt and her perfect tits were revealed. Pale, small orbs topped with dark pink aerolas and hard nipples. Freckles dotted her chest and breasts, enhancing her beauty. I zoomed in on each tit. She kicked her shoes off before turning around and starting unbuttoning her pants. Mary pulled the pants and her white panties down, exposing her full, round ass. I gave her ass a playful smack and Mary giggled, shaking her butt for the camera.
I licked my lips and adjusted my hard cock in my pants to be more comfortable. Mary turned around, hands covering her pussy. “You ready, hun?”
“God, yeah!”
She pulled her hands away revealing a heart of fiery hair above the tight, exposed slit of her cunt. I whistled appreciatively, reached out slid my finger around her smooth lips and then into her tight slit. She was wet and hot and her clit was a hard, little bump. Mary sighed as I fingered her sensitive clit. “It’s perfect, Mare,” I whispered in awe, dropping to my knees before her, filming her smooth lips up close.
“Good,” Mary answered. “ ‘Cause it hurt.”
“I’m sorry, maybe I can kiss it to make you feel better.”
“Maybe,” she answered with a smile.
I kissed her auburn heart, the hair ticklish on my lips. Then I kissed the smooth flesh around the heart. Moving slowly around the top and down the sides. I moved lower, kissing down the sides of her labia, tasting her spicy flavor. “Feeling better?” I asked, looking up at her.
“A little. Maybe kiss a little to my … ohhh!” She gasped in pleasure as I started to kiss and nibble on her clit, tracing the spongy nub with my tongue, Mary’s gasps and moans were sweet music in my ears. It was getting awkward holding the camcorders and sucking on her clit. “Take the camcorder, babe.”
Mary took the camcorder and I dove back into that smooth, sweet pussy, savoring her scent and taste. “Mhhh, you’re looking good with pussy on your face,” Mary said huskily as she filmed me. “You like to eat my pussy?”
“Love it, Mare,” I moaned, mouth full of her sticky juices. “My filly tastes amazing.”
“Ohh, you’re doing great, hun,” she moaned. “Umm, keep doing that to my clit! Fuck, fuck, that’s feel so good!”
I gripped her plump ass, pulling her cunt hard against my face. Her juices were flooding my mouth and I drank her sweet nectar. Mary gasped as I sank a finger into her tight ass. Her hips bucked and her cunt danced on my face. Her moans were low and throaty now, her ass squeezing on my finger. “Oh, oh, yeah! Gonna cum, gonna cum!” Her voice was shrill as she came, body writhing on my face. “Oh, fuck, that was so good, hun!”
I kissed up her body, up her flat stomach, pausing to tease her bellybutton with my tongue. I reached her small breasts, kissing both her nipples. I kissed the hollow of her throat, tasting her salty sweat, then moved up her throat to her ear, nibbling her soft lobe. Then I kissed down her jawline and ended at her soft lips, her tongue caressing my lips.
“Mmm, I do taste amazing,” she said, licking her lips. “So, you promised to take me shopping.”
I laughed. “Yeah, Mare. Let’s see what trouble we can get into.”
Mary grinned. “Can’t wait, hun.”
“Gracias, Sister Theodora,” Esmeralda said, hugging me and kissing both my cheeks.
I smiled at the elderly Hispanic woman before turning to lock the fellowship hall of St. Afra. I had only been the caretaker for the church for two weeks and I was finding the parishioners to be warm and friendly group. For twelve years I had been Sister Theodora Mariam of the Sisters of Mary Magdalena, ever since a Magdalenite Sister rescued me from the filth of my life. During that time, I had served as the caretaker for many churches and St. Afra’s has been friendliest by far.
“You have a nice day,” I told Esmeralda with a smile, waving as the seventy-year old Hispanic woman walked towards the street.
The Los Angeles sun beat down on me and I started to sweat in my gray habit and white veil. I wiped sweat away form my forehead and hoped I would get used to the heat. My last post had been in Winnipeg, Canada. I fanned my face with a hand, trying to create a breeze, and thanked God that I didn’t have to wear the full wimple that the older generations of nuns had to wear. I walked through the churchyard to the small caretaker’s house at the back of the grounds.
The caretakers house was a small, one story dwelling. The exterior was the off-white adobe common in LA and was roofed in faded, red tiles. Inside, there was a small kitchen, bathroom, a bedroom and a small living room that doubled as a dining room. I unlocked the front door and stepped into the blessedly cool, air condition living room. I thanked the Lord for providing me with a working A/C.
I sat down on the faded, blue couch and turned the TV on. The evening news came on, the sports anchor, a handsome Latino man, was talking about last night’s Dodger game. They won in extra innings. I pulled my shoes off and rubbed at my white, stocking clad foot, deciding to relax a few minutes before I started to cook my dinner.
“In national news, there was a gas leak this morning in a Best Buy in Puyallup, Washington State,” the female anchor announced. She was a big-titted, Hispanic gal wearing a low-cut blouse to really show off her assets. “The shoppers at Best Buy got more than they bargained for as the gas caused some strange behavior.”
“They took off all their clothes,” the male anchor continued, “and engaged in inappropriate behavior in the store.” He was a clean-cut white guy, broad-shouldered and with chiseled features that caused an itch of excitement between my legs.
The footage cut to a woman being interviewed outside the Best Buy. Behind her, firemen and cops were leading stumbling men and women out, draped in yellow blankets, to waiting ambulances. “I walked into the Best Buy and it was full of naked people,” the woman being interviewed said. “It was horrifying. There were people BLEEPing everywhere.”
“Authorities report over thirty people had to be taken to local hospitals to be examined,” the male anchor said when they cut back to the studio. “They are expected to make a full recovery.”
“The source of the gas has not been discovered,” the female anchor reported. “Authorities have not ruled out the possibility of a terrorist attack.”
I turned off the TV. That was no terrorist attack. It was the work of a Warlock. Some poor fool, who sold his soul to the Devil. Based on the orgy, it was some sad, lonely guy who never got laid before and was playing out juvenile fantasies. For seven hundred years my Order had fought the forces of darkness. One of my Sisters, maybe even myself, would soon receive the Ecstasy and would be sent into battle.
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