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Chapter 8 by Zigurat Zigurat

What do you do?

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“You’re the one sucking my cock,” I smiled down at the blonde salesgirl.

“But – I don’t want to,” she whimpered, her round, trembling blue eyes on your monster. “I’m not doing – blargh”

I had let go of her head, allowing her to impale her mouth on my thick rod again. Tears fell from her eyes as her face rose and fell on my cock, her saliva and lipstick smearing along my meat. I grinned at the blonde, terror writ large across her face. My cock was throbbing. The salesgirl wasn’t much of sucker, but the lackluster abstinence of my (previous) life didn’t leave me a lot of room to prevent shooting off. Not wanting for my performance to be so short, I pulled her head away.

“Please,” she gasped, her chin slick with spit, panting, “Stop – me. I don’t – want to – do this – anymore.”

“What makes you think I can stop you?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.

“I didn’t start – sucking your cock – until you spoke to me,” the blonde said, slowly regaining her breath. “You – must have made me do this.”

“I wish you didn’t believe that,” I said, nipping her train off thought in the bud.

“Then – oh God,” her blue eyes widened, “I must have started s-sucking you off on my own! I didn’t mean to, sir! Honest! I’m sorry, b-but I – I have to suck you off! I don’t want to, but I have to! Oh, God! What is wrong with me?”

“I couldn’t say,” I smirked. “But I do like your impetus to serve your customers. Hey! I have an idea that might help.”

“Wh-what’s that, sir?” she asked, her head in my hands. “Please, tell me!”

“I wish you would trust me on this,” I said. “But you may not like the answer.”

“I trust you! I trust you!” the young woman cried. “Just tell me!”

“You need to undress,” I said, trying not to crack a smile. “Completely.”

Her jaw fell, her eyes even wider.

“I – I guess so,” the sales girl said in a small voice, raising her hands to the buttons of her blouse. Slowly she stripped down, her white blouse dropped to the carpeted floor, followed by a navy blue bra, her dark gray pencil skirt, heels, white stockings, and a matching navy blue thong.

“Okay,” she said nervously, eyeing my one-eyed snake, breasts quaking. “Let’s – see if that – did the trick.”

“You sure?” I asked, admiring her naked body, especially her large bosom and thick, stiff nipples.

“Yes,” the young woman nodded grimly. Slowly, I let go of her head. Her body relaxed as much fingers left her hair, a sigh beginning to escape her mouth –

“No – blmmph!” she howled around my turgid cock, fresh tears bursting from her eyes. Her gaze lifted to mine, her sapphire orbs round with fear, asking me to stop her blowjob. I was tempted to let it go, but – I was having a little too much fun with her.

“I have another idea that might help,” I said, lifting her head away again.

“Just – don’t tell me,” the salesgirl shook. “Just – do it. Please.”

“Very well.” I turned her around, murmuring under my breath, and pushed her forward onto her hands and knees, then began to draw my hands down the side of her body, a moan of relief escaping her lips. I took a moment to grope her large breasts, giving them a firm squeeze, before moving down to grasp her above the hips.

“Thank – oh, my!” she gasped, my cock invading her shaved pussy. I pounded away with glee, pulling her hips into mine, thrusting deep into her womanhood.

“Oh – oh, fuck!” the salesgirl cried, tossing her head back, beginning to push back against me, allowing me to reach forward and play with her titties. “Oh, oh, oh fuck! Fuck me, sir! Fuck me! God, you feel so – ooooh! – good!”

“Take my cock, you slut!” I grinned, reveling in her tight puss squeezing my thick rod. Damn, she felt good!

“Yes, sir! Fuck me, sir! Fuck me!”

“Fuck!” I cried, exploding into her unprotected box, filling her good and deep.

“Oh, yes!” the blonde cried, aching her back on orgasmic bliss, blue eyes rolling back in ecstasy. She fell forward, my cock sliding out with a pop, her naked puss dripping with my cream. The salesgirl shuddered, smiling widely, and turned over, lifting her head weakly to look at the mess between her legs.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum,” she blinked. The salesgirl lifted her eyes to mine, pausing briefly at my large cock, slick with our juices.

“Damn, sir, you have one hell of a cock,” the young woman grinned, resting back on her elbows, sapphire orbs twinkling. “Thank you. I don’t know what I would have done if this had happened with a different customer. After yours, I – I don’t think I even want another man’s little dick coming near me.”

“That’s kind of you,” I smiled, sliding my dick away beneath my boxer-briefs and fixing my pants.

“Will – will I see you again?” she asked, sitting up and reaching for her panties. “What I mean, sir, is –” Her cheeks blushed prettily. “– I want you to fuck me again. And again. I’ll even give you proper blowjobs.” She licked her lips. “What do you say, sir?”

“How can I refuse?” I grinned. “I wish you won’t get jealous, though. I’m not a one-woman man, slut.”

“I – understand, sir,” the salesgirl blinked, pulling her navy blue thing into place and giving the quickly cum-soaked crotch a quick stroke. “Ooh, just the thought of a threesome –” She shuddered. “– I think I can find some girls who would be interested.”

“So long as they’re clean,” I said. “No need to pass VD around, right?”

“Absolutely,” she nodded, grabbing a stocking and pulling it up her leg. I turned to walk away.

“Please, sir,” the blonde called after me, “Call me soon. I’m already growing horny for your cock!”

I grinned. One fuckslut down, many more to go! I wanted to laugh, thinking of all the women I was going to knock up. I considered that for a moment. If I were to have a permanent harem, I ought to have a large place to house them, especially the kids. A manor house on a large estate would be a safe bet. Well out of my income level, but with my ‘wish power’ I should be able to create an investment portfolio, properly managed and embezzlement free, to support everyone. Plus, the women could still work, too, if they wanted. A lech I might be, but I wasn’t one of the barefoot in the kitchen and pregnant men.

Now, what fuckslut shall I find next, or maybe I should start working on my future?

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