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The wheel would land on one of chubby about four different mental images. One image she had grown fond of was seeing Felicia slurping down the potent concoction of caffeinated jizm while Gretchen savored the moment she could, hesitating before departing her office to watch. Another was the thought of, one day, informing Felicia’s well-established laundry list of corporate detractors, enemies, and conspirators that she had sucked down mugfulls of cum on the daily. Third, the transcendent moment of glory that was her boss’ compliment to her the day she first delivered the bean juice cocktail. “Mm-mh! Wow, Douglas, I didn’t know you were good for something – this is one of the best damn brews I’ve ever had. In fact, better yet, make it part of your routine in the morning to fix me one.” Gretchen would never forget the look on her satisfied customer’s pompous, arrogant face after complimenting her exemplary barista skills. Today, however, the fantasy that put her over the edge was the thought that, each day, her boss seemed to knock back the ceramic cum-caked container with more and more verve than the day before. It was subtle, but it was there. Yesterday, the distinct sound of a drained coffee mug hitting the mahogany desk pealed out before Gretchen had made it down the hall. With the thought that busty her superior not only was enjoying chunky the nutty flavor shot that she was using to amplify her routine coffee kick, but also nurturing an addiction to it tantalizing her, Gretchen felt the preamble of a cumshot quake in her nuts. Each gooey rope splashed against the surface of the dark brown liquid and spiraled in a vanilla-hued swirl of pale milkiness in the drink. Gretchen leaned back and grasped at the wood veneer counter top to keep herself upright as she deposited the byproduct of an uncharacteristically spine-tingling orgasm into the bottom of the drink. Once she had regained her faculties, a one-two shake of her modest-size futanari member cleared off the straggling drops of cum that clung to her cockhead. “Coming, Mrs. Rodriguez!” Gretchen moaned before starting up the hallway. A few paces in, she remembered to tip-toe back and snatch up a spoon to stir the café (now complete con leche) until it reached a thoroughly emulsified and pale, tan color. En route, Gretchen pulled her business woman’s skirt from around her waistline and over her softening shaft. She entered the room without another word, crossed over to her cum-swilling supervisor’s desk, and set the cup down within Felicia’s arm’s reach. “Thank you for waiting on me, Mrs. Rodriguez. I hope you like it.” Felicia already had the mug touched to her lips before Gretchen could finish her sentence. The worker drone wasn’t half way back to the doorway before she heard the huge tits empty cup clattering to the desk. Gretchen paused her brisk pace and languished in the sounds of the source of her hostile work environment gluttonously smacking her lips to savor Gretchen’s flavor. Felicia’s cum addiction was, to the delight of the one who fostered it in her, utterly reified by how quickly that mug Big Boobs was drained. “Good as always, Douglas. I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” Gretchen turned back to face her, and put on her proudest, fakest smile. “I’ll have to start charging you for it, ma’am.” Hell House Chapter 3 Copyright 2018 by the author. All rights reserved In the course of my computer interaction with the Black students, regarding my slave, a discussion of his “Introduction & Investiture” occurred. I gave it some thought, then discussed it with Mark. We decided, given the slave's arrogance and racism, that having the ceremony conducted by the building's Black residents was not only reasonable, but ideal. When a new slave was finished with his initial training, and it was clear he was a keeper, he was presented to any and all building residents who wished to attend the ceremony. The ceremony was profoundly humiliating, due to the inclusion of public nudity, bondage, sexual submission, and the permanent removal of all body hair. He was allowed to keep the hair on his head, his eyebrows and his eye lashes. She was moaning and breathing erratically. “Well, that’s interesting,” Kelly laughed, leaning forward. Hell? Ronja did not know if she should nod or shake her head. “Geez teach, it's only my finger, relax, I am trying to get you lose”, Leroy said to him. A fresh cock was staring at her. “Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Tyler gathers my suit and hops out after me. She lets out a scream of pure pleasure as her ass tightens around my dick, I can feel her own cock start to pulse as she erupts all over my bed. Dave’s eyes went wide at her words. Freddy was now fucking Bea in the way that a guy would normally fuck a girl--except that they were both still standing up, face-to-face. It was too late, with but three wheels and the fore one merely castoring a tree stump undid us completely and Miss Rochester was thrown out to land ignominiously on the grass with her skirts thrown up revealing a pair of surprisingly shapely legs and thighs and equally comely were the other parts on which a Gentleman is not supposed set his eyes. Why can’t my body listen to my brain? Some one popped in Big Boobs a cd for the chubby wedding march. I asked her. huge tits I didn’t say chunky anything as I passed the idea around in my head, trying to figure out where it was going. “Someday, Honey….uh…you may be a young mother and maybe have a couple boys like your two brothers. busty Even the parts that were broken I avoided fearing that somehow the demon still had a connection to them. “Ready.” She says. “Spread your legs so I can see your cunt properly”