Fucking for Food

You can probably guess what I did next. I mean, I WAS in hell for fucking too many guys, right?

Besides, the devil-boy tending this particular stall was seriously HOT! His bright red skin was bulging with these great muscles, not exactly Hulk-ish, but either he had a really tough job or he worked out a lot, because he was ripped. He had this great, straight black hair that went down to his shoulders, a neat, trimmed black goatee, and a pair of cute little white horns sticking out of his forehead.

And he was selling tacos! I LOVE tacos! At least, they looked kinda like tacos....

I put on my best seductive look, swaying my hips as I walked toward his stall. As I approached, he was apparently haggling with a cross between a human and a cuttlefish, then sold him one of his sorta-tacos and turned to look at me. He said something in a language I didn't know. Okay, I thought, Let's see if he understands body language.

I leaned over, making sure to let him get a good look at my cleavage down my low-cut top. "Hungry," I said, gesturing to myself. Then I pointed at the taco-things. "Food." Then I tugged on my V-neck, which stretched open to let my breasts fall out like a pair of big, juicy musk melons, my tits bouncing right in front of his eyes. "You want these?"

His yellow eyes went wide - whose wouldn't, seeing a gorgeous set of milk jugs like mine? Then he smiled and motioned for me to come behind the counter with him. There was a little kitchen at the back of the wooden shack, and my big, sexy demon-boy drew a kind of shade-door down to the ground, hiding us from view. I have to admit, I was getting pretty excited; as he took off his robe, I got an eyeful of the most gorgeous, godlike physique I've ever seen, Arnold Schwarzenegger included. Then he dropped his pants, and I got another welcome surprise as my eyes fastened on his huge, thick, fifteen-inch cock. I also noticed that his legs were covered in dark brown fur, and that he had hooves and a barbed tail, but frankly, I couldn't have cared less.

He walked over and pulled me to him, and I could feel his hot, rock-hard body against mine, my breasts squeezed and pressing into his chest. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up for a rough and powerful French kiss, and I noticed that he had a forked tongue.

You can pretty much guess how things went from there. My demon lover laid me down on the kitchen floor, then proceeded to ravish me. He played with my breasts, sucking and biting at my nipples with his fangs, squeezing them so hard I thought they just might pop in his big, strong hands. He licked and tasted every inch of he, thn moved down to my pussy. And, oh boy, could he eat pussy! That long, forked tongue found places inside me that I hadn't even guessed were there. For the first time in my life, I actually orgasmed from a guy eating me out - normally, only another girl can do that to me!

Of course, after lapping me up, the demon decided that it was time to get his due, and positioned me so that my dripping snatch was all lined up in front of that enormous pole of his. With a grunt, he thrust the entire thing in, and I cried out as my vagina stretched to accommodate his massive member. Beyond that point, my memory gets kind of fuzzy; all I remember is that he kept ramming into my cunt, and that I orgasmed at least twice while writhing and gasping on the floor. God, he was so good!

Finally, my demon-boy shot his load deep into me. I closed my eyes, basking in the afterglow of multiple orgasms and that wonderful, filled feeling you get when you can feel a load of hot, fresh cum sloshing around in your most intimate parts.

When I opened my eyes again, he was standing over me, still nude, holding out two green-shelled taco-things. I grabbed the one on the left, biting off a huge mouthful. It really did taste like tacos, made with something like curry and a kind of thick, green sauce that tasted kind of like salsa. "Mmm!" I murred appreciatively. "Thank you! These are great!"

Then, to my shock, he replied in clear, American-accented English! "Hey, no problem," he said. "Of course, not many customers pay for them like that...."