“Actually, I’m here to renegotiate the deal. If you’re interested, of course.”
Job looked up, taking her in fully for the first time since he’d arrived home.
Unlike that night at Sharkey’s, Cozbi was dressed far more casually. Her long black hair was pulled back in an almost girlish ponytail. Her long, thin face bore only the barest trace of makeup.
She wore a dark blue denim jacket over her tattered “Anarchy In The U.K.” tee shirt, which Job found odd given the heat of the California summer. There were two decorative buttons pinned above each breast pocket, the kind over enthusiastic servers at popular chain restaurants would have adorning their brightly colored suspenders as “flair.”
On the right was a yellow smiley face; on the left, a cartoon pig with dark glasses and a police hat, with the caption “How’s Your Pork?”
Her jeans were even more faded than the jacket, snug but comfortable looking, hugging her wide hips and long, shapely legs.
On her feet were well worn cowboy boots, dusty and scuffed.
She looked more like some hitchhiker you’d find thumbing their way across the Nevada desert to Vegas than a fallen angel negotiating deals for people’s souls.
“Renegotiate?” Job said warily. “You already own my soul. What else could you possibly want?”
Cozbi flashed her usual Devil may care grin as she began to undress. “I’ll explain later. First, though, I could use a good fuck.”
Job’s jaw dropped. “You seriously expect me to fuck you? Why would I ever want to…”
“Oh, shut the fuck up and get your cock out,” Cozbi snapped. Her jacket and tee-shirt were already removed, revealing her spectacularly large, perfect, braless breasts.
Then the jeans were off, leaving her in nothing but a pair of fire red panties with a cartoon Devil face just over her mound; an obvious choice for her he supposed.
Cozbi straddled his lap, his cock already rising in his jeans to push against her soaked crotch, and despite his reluctance, his arms instinctively enveloped her.
Her hands, meanwhile, we’re busy undoing his button fly, freeing his already full erection in mere moments.
“I thought you didn’t want to,” she grinned down at him, her dark hair casting a menacing shadow over her face.
“I don’t,” Job snarled, even as he smacked her ass with a loud crack.
“That all you got?” Cozbi mocked him. “Come on, let it out! You know there’s nothing you can dish out I can’t take.”
In a rage, Job pushed her off of his lap, her body tumbling to the floor.
Cozbi rolled over in a flash, lifting herself on her arms to a seated position, her legs wide, her panties soaked. “Ah! Now we’re getting somewhere! Now, get down here and hate fuck me, Big Boy.”
Job was over her in an instant. As he slammed her to the floor, he knew deep down that she was letting him overpower her. He didn’t care.
He let go of her arms long enough to rip the panties off of her with a yank so hard, a natural woman would have screamed in agony.
Cozbi just laughed, enraging him still more. Again he grabbed her arms and pinned her down, and without preamble, shoved his cock balls deep into her with a single thrust.
Her eyes bulged widely, her cries ringing in his ears as he pounded away at her fiery cunt. He’d fucked countless women over the past year; none of them even close to being this tight.
Her breasts bounced wildly beneath him, her cleavage already soaked with sweat. “Harder! Harder, you fucking prick! I gave you size, strength, stamina! Fucking use it! Pound that pussy! I wanna feel every…”
Her words ceased as her vaginal walls constricted even tighter around his shaft. Cozbi began to howl, her cries echoing like a banshee as her ejaculate gushed like hot lava, forcing its way out, soaking both Job and the carpet.
Still, he continued to pound her, holding back his orgasm, wanting her to beg him to stop.
Instead, she goaded him on. “Oh, yes, that’s it! Fuck me like a whore! Like your cheap porn star sluts! Goddamn, I do good work! Fuck me with that big cock! I wanna feel it swell up and explode in me! Cum in me! Do it! Do it now!”
Job had been close to orgasm from the start, but of course had been holding back. If she wanted to be treated like a whore, that’s what he’d do. Letting go of her, he pulled himself out, then quickly moved over her, straddling her chest.
It was the first time Job had seen her confused. Understanding and anger lit her eyes just in time for his first blast of cum to splatter across her face with a wet smack. The second wave coated her tits, mixing with the sweat dripping down her cleavage.
“You fucker!” Any further words were cut off as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up, just in time for his third volley to scatter across her dark locks like thick, white raindrops.
Job had one final spurt left. He placed the tip of his swollen glans against her lips and squirted it into her open mouth.
Cozbi spat it back at him angrily. “You asshole! I wanted you to cum IN me, not ON me!”
“You want me to cum IN you? I can arrange that!”
Still gripping her hair, Job dragged her roughly from the floor and bent her over the couch.
She managed to twist her head around to glare at him just as he positioned the tip of his still cream covered cock against her puckered anus. Job angrily spat on her asshole several times before pushing into her.
“Oh, it’s like that, huh? What, you don’t think I don’t like it up the… AAAAAHHHH!”
Cozbi screeched like a wild animal caught in a spring trap. Her body writhed against him, and he could no longer tell if she was struggling to break free or pushing to take him still deeper.
Either way, he didn’t much care. Job jackhammered her ass relentlessly, reveling in the pain he was both causing and receiving. His cock was irritated, raw, sore, yet still he kept going, unable to distinguish their mutual noises as either pain or pleasure.
Desperate to silence her, his hands found her throat. Her screams became gasps as he squeezed, far harder than any normal human should have been able to withstand.
Her voice went silent, air no longer able to escape her restricted windpipe, her face now an ugly shade of purple.
Still, Job clutched her throat harder, putting all his rage and fear into one final clench before releasing another hot load of spunk deep into her bowels.
He could have kept going; his cock was still diamond hard.
But he’d released his anger along with his load, and his body was now a quivering, exhausted mess.
Releasing his grip, Job pulled himself from her with a messy plop and collapsed to the floor.
Cozbi fell beside him, drenched in sweat and reeking of sex, spunk and ass.
Her voice was a harsh whisper. “I haven’t been fucked like that since the Dark Ages.”
Job had to laugh. “You know, all the books and artwork portray you as a man. I’d have never guessed you were a woman.”
“Who said I’m a woman?” Cozbi snickered. “I can be anything I want to be. But would you have even approached me if I’d walked into the bar as a guy?”
“Definitely not.”
Cozbi sat up, rubbing her neck. Job watched as the purple bruises he’d left on her throat faded away.
Noticing his expression, she laughed. “What? You didn’t think you could actually hurt me, did you?”
Job shrugged. “No. Not really. It’s why I squeezed so hard. I knew I couldn’t kill you from it.”
Cozbi nodded. “You’re not the first guy to try. It was a good effort though, I’ll grant you that.”
Cozbi stood, and for a moment Job saw the angel she used to be. Naked, sweaty, covered in his spunk, hair disheveled, mascara smeared, she was still the most beautiful, erotic thing he’d ever seen. Even after a year of fucking the hottest porn stars in the business.
Cozbi grinned down at him. His cock had once again sprung back to life. “Down, boy. I’ve had my fun. You need to get off again, that’s all you. I’m using your shower. Then we have business to discuss.”
Her spectacular ass receded from view as she made her way upstairs to his bathroom.
Job whiled away the time waiting by jerking his raw, aching cock to yet another orgasm, wondering what she had in store for him.
——————————————-
“Why are we here?”
Mother Mary’s House Of Hope was a large, three story brick building that sat on the corner of the street they’d parked on just across from it.
Located in a more run down section of the city, most of the surrounding buildings looked abandoned, many boarded up.
While the street was currently empty, Job worried about being there after sundown.
Cozbi sat beside him in the passenger seat, looking out the window. “Just wait, she should be along any…. Ah! There she is.”
As the young woman rounded the corner and approached the entrance to Mother Mary’s, Job’s heart skipped a beat.
The first thing he noticed was the black and white veil she wore on her head, immediately identifying her as a nun.
But she was unlike any nun he had ever seen before.
She appeared young, early to mid-twenties at a guess. Her clothing was simple; a modest white blouse and long, black skirt.
She was short, yet well proportioned for her height, slim and petite. Even from across the street, her fresh young face looked bright and cheerful.
And incredibly beautiful. If Cozbi was the Devil, this most certainly was an Angel.
“That’s Sister Emily,” Cozbi explained. “Like her?”
Job had seen many attractive women over the years, in various forms of apparel. And yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away from this modestly dressed young woman as she took the stairs to the door with a light bounce in her step and entered the building.
“I take your silence as a yes,” Cozbi continued. “Good. Your task is simple: Seduce her, take her virginity, and I’ll not only let you keep your soul, I’ll cure your brain tumor.”
Job finally found his voice as he whipped around to glare at her. “You want me to seduce a NUN? But why???”
Cozbi looked smug. “A soul like yours is small potatoes; what I truly feast on is the souls of the corrupted innocent. And Sister Emily will be quite the meal.”
“And if I refuse?”
Cozbi shrugged. “Then you die in six months, I get your soul, and I reconsider whether or not I spare you from the fire and brimstone.”
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