Serving and cumming

You could tell that you were right in that regard when you stumble out of the café after your shift with your own juice running down your thighs. During your shift Melly didn't waste any opportunity to tease you and get your on the edge, whether by coping a feel of your boobs or below the skirt whenever nobody is looking, or by whispering in your ears the things she will do to you once you are back home.

Holding a polite conversation and getting your orders while they stared at your rock hard nipples, clearly visible without since Melly confiscated your underwear, was bad enough, but then she pushed a bullet vibe your your pussy ten minutes before shift change and you had to cash of your last customers stumbling on unsteady legs and fighting back your lusty moans. But hey, the tips were great, even if a flattering amount of the dollar bills had numbers written on them.

Melly leaves the café behind you and puts an arm around your waist to steady you. "That might have been my favorite shift ever! Wouldn't you say the same?"

Trembling in lust and your mind a bit clouded from all the hormones running wild you turn around and stare at her. At the most beautiful girl you ever met. Biting your lip you can't hold yourself back anymore and push yourself onto her, pressing your mouth on hers in a deep, **** kiss.

"Oh dear!", Melly gasps for air in between your kisses before placing her hand on your abdomen. "Wow, I can feel the vibrations through your body. No wonder your loosing your mind right now. Let's get you home."

With your pussy still dripping wet and **** for relief, Melly and you rush through the busy streets to her flat. Already in the stairwell you start to tear each other's clothes off and a quick feel of Melly's panties confirms that you are far from the only one whose pussy is almost overflowing with lust. Thanks to the lack of your underwear, you are the first to stand naked in the hallway of the apartment while Melly is still wearing her panties.

Instantly Melly buries her fingers knuckle deep in your leaking cunt and starts pounding in and out of your sensitive flesh. her hand sound slick and wet as it slaps your clit softly with each penetration adding a tiny bit of delicious pain into the mix. The long building orgasm doesn't take long to arrive and soon all the floodgates break and with an earthquake-like orgasm you melt on her hand. Your pussy pulses and a strange relief-like feeling washes over you while your pussy squirts and leaks all over Melly's hand and your thighs.

After that MOAO (Mother of all orgasms) you take a moment to recollect yourself, only to be reminded by the burning arousal, that you are one of the girls that have the heavenly gift of being multiorgasmic, when even the slightest sensation of Melly withdrawing her soaked hand from your depths is enough to make you shiver and pull her into her bedroom and straight onto your face. Time to repay her.

Snuggled up in the lush queen size bed you raise the question about food, hesitantly because cuddling up to Melly's warm and soft body is making you **** to get up. Melly, who was just minutes ago screaming your name after her third orgasm while grinding your face, shuffles a bit to better reach her arm around you and pull you closer. "Uhgh, I know we should, hotstuff, but this is the last time I will be able to fuck your pussy before you turn back tomorrow and return the favor by fucking mine. And I am not ready to let you get dressed yet anyway." She leans in and her demanding kiss forbids any contradiction and you ready yourself for what appears to be your dinner tonight.

You did have a real dinner later that night, naked of course as both of you agreed to enjoy the time before your transition back to the fullest. Sitting at the table with lasagna and your loved one and planning a future together was a special moment for both of you. With glee you listen to Melly describing her wish for two kids, a boy first and a little girl second named Ben and Amelia, and a life in the suburbs. A beautiful image you could wholly agree on. All in all spending the weekend under the curse of the witch has been a blessing more than anything. When your eyes close and you drift of to sleep you wonder if the witch planned for an outcome like this or is angry about how happy you are.