Shortstacks and Suits

The next morning I woke up in what looked like a roadside hotel. My head was groggy and I felt a wet warm feeling around my cock. I pulled the sheets away and saw a woman I knew as Jasmine sitting with my cock deep in her mouth. She was just holding herself there like she was just a sheath for my meat. Jasmine was an older coworker of mine. She was skinny and short, not the most attractive. lips that were too thin, a smile with too much gums, a forehead slightly too big and acne into her late 20s. Overall, a life as nothing but an overnight cock massager, not even having the dignity to be above bed covers or being used by awake people seemed just right for her. A heavy metal chain collared her to the end of the bed.

I sat up, "Wow. We really know how to specialize you bitches." She looked at me with tired eyes. I don't think she even got to sleep last night with my cock resting in her mouth. I rubbed my hungover head. "Fuck man I gotta piss." Jasmine whimpered at that comment, face holding still, buried as deep as possible into me. I pet her blonde hair and looked into her subpar face then, slowly released my bladder. The hot acidic liquid hit the back of her throat causing her to cough and gag but never take her thin lips off the base of my cock. The salty juice slid down her resting throat and her eyes rolled back, bloodshot. After I was done and had a good morning piss, I grabbed the remote from the bedside table not leaving her mouth. Clicking through the channels, there was all manor of Eric programming. Cruel game shows, documentaries even commentaries and dramas. Eventually an advert was shown. 'B café hiring now.' That was the first place I went to when I arrived. maybe I could get a job there. I grabbed jasmine's hair and yanked her off me. She immediately pulled herself off and began to stretch her jaw. I could hear the pops and clicks as she tried to work out the stiffness. She was a good cock-warmer, even if she was less than desirable to look at. I stood up and grabbed my pants.

I still had to go number 2 so I walked to the bathroom. Inside the toilet had a similar setup to the citadel ones. My big titty Japanese neighbor's daughter was positioned behind, where the tank normally was. Her breasts rested on the seats acting like cushions and her hands and legs were chained to the bottom of the bowl while sitting on the floor in the same manner as the citadel toilets. A sign next to her read. 'Please only use toilet slaves for toilet needs.' Oops. Shrugging off what I had just done to Jasmine, I sat on the Asian woman's tits, ignoring her yelps and prepared to do my business. I finished up and walked out of the hotel, paying an Eric at the front desk in the middle of railing a woman full of obvious implants with my card. I was low on funds and really needed that job at the B café.

I walked into the street again seeing the morning sun. The B cafe wasn't open till a bit later so I had time to kill, which was good cause I had yet to tend my morning wood. Through the early city, something caught my eye. A breakfast place called 'Short Stacks' with a cartoon logo of a busty bald black woman with tiny proportions but inhumanly large tits and ass serving pancakes. Walking in, the smell of syrup and pancakes filled the air. A young black woman with a bald head and glasses looked at me over the counter. Just by seeing her upper half, I saw tits almost twice the size of her head. "Welcome to Short Stacks, can I help you, sir?"

"Yeah, just a table for one." I said ogling her assets. She hopped off a stool and walked over to my side of the counter. Less than 4ft tall, she looked like a blow up sex doll with dwarfism. Ass and tits alone had to be about 60% of her body weight. She grabbed my hand and led me to an empty table.

"What can I get started for you, Sir. Will it be just the pancakes today?" She said in a customer service voice. My finger traced the outlines of her thick black lips then I began to knead her tits like a cat.

Her big dark lips pouted and in a sickly sweet voice she said, "I'm so sorry, sir. As much as I would love to feel your big strong meat I'm needed at the front. We can have another sent over for you as you eat!"

I stuck my finger in her ass, which required me to lean in my seat a lot due to her short size. She let out a gasp then giggled. "I'll have your food and service sent right over!" Short Stacks had gone all out with their theming. The walls were covered in decals of the same black woman I had talked to in a cartoon style serving breakfast food. The floor was sticky from a mix of syrup and cum.

Eventually another identical woman but with a nose ring, black eye shadow, dark black lipstick and a '11' tattooed on her forehead brought over a plate of pancakes. She was so short she struggled to place it in front of me. She crossed her arms, loudly popped pink bubblegum on her fat black lips and gestured to my crotch with a nod saying, "So we doing this or not, hun?"

I invited her underneath the table. "Right away, my lady. Go ahead and get started while I eat my breakfast." She crawled over my lap and onto the open spot of the booth next to me. She pulled down my pants, positioned her tits then slid my cock between them. Shocked, I said, "You aren't gonna be on your knees on the floor?"

She brought her face to mine, loudly popping her gum causing me to flinch. "Hell naw! Its dirty as fuck down there. If you wanna do that so bad you can crawl down there and eat me out while I sit. Its almost time for my break anyways." I was almost tempted to take her up on that offer. I had to admit that this sassy black shortstack was really getting my attention.

"I'm fine with this." I said politely. I started to eat my pancakes as she got to work. "What's your name, by the way? You're different from every other **** I've met."

"Most of the other Erics call me 'Ebony bitch 11', but you can call me Shavana." Looking up at me loudly chewing her gum, never once stopping her massive tits throwing up and down on my dick. "Some of the other Erics can get real sadistic, but it seems like you know how to take it and let a real woman please you" I chuckled uncomfortably at that. I wasn't a bottom but... I wanted to see this play out.

"So are all of you Shavana's like this?" I asked, thinking about the slaves I wanted to add to my personal harem or business in the future.

"Nah, we ain't even the same people. But we all got the same body type, ya know, for the fantasy." She said unamused, her tits bouncing around my cock as she talked. "Yall horny fucks just skimmed your worlds looking for a bunch of busty black bad bitches and sold us cause we look alike." She pointed to another woman who looked exactly like her but with a fearful expression, no makeup, no piercings, thick glasses and a '5' tattooed on her forehead. Her huge ass was getting pounded by a 6 foot 5 inch tall Eric with a beard. He had her on the table with her face smashed into syrup pancakes as he held both her wrist pounding into her ass doggystyle "That bitch is named Lily or some shit. She owned a solar panel company in her dimension. Soft bitch gets eaten alive by you Erics."

"Strange.." I pondered as Shavana sat up and spit on her hands before smearing them on the inside area of her tits. "So you're all just a bunch of look alikes?" She bent back down, wagged her ass as she positioned herself, grabbed my meat with her small black glittery long nailed hands and tit fucked herself with my cock.

"Something like that. These dumb bitches need to learn to fall in line and love they work if they gonna survive." Shavana had a point. As she worked my cock with fat, slick tits, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of respect for her, despite the clear power I had.

I watched 'Lily' getting used. Her cries were muffled by the sticky pancakes pressed into her face. "You think she'll learn to love it?"

Shavana rolled her eyes, "Some do, some don't. But if you isn't an Eric, you got the life. Ain't no escaping it ." Her grip tightened on my cock, pushing it harder into her tits. "You just gotta take it. Some of these bitches think they too good for this. But you know what happens to them?" She didn't wait for a response. "They get sold to the lowest bidders, the sickest Erics with the most twisted fantasies. The ones that don't care if you dead inside."

I thought about the living Caitlyn taps in the bar then paused my eating for a moment. "What happens to the ones that don't sell?"

Shavana's mouth hung open, pink gum on her tongue. "Not sure. Now you gonna keep asking questions or are you gonna let me make you my bitch?" I sat wordlessly for a second. "Fuck this shit." Her small busty body crawled onto my table. On her hands and knees in front of me, she grabbed the rest of my pancakes and smeared it onto her ass and pussy. before presenting me with her ass. "Eat up, boy."

I stalled, unsure if I should punish such a blatant act of resistance, but I couldn't resist the temptation. I shoved my face into her crack, tonguing her syrup coated ass. Her cheeks were so thick and jiggly, it was like licking two flesh pillows covered in sticky sugar. She let out a genuine loud moan. Reaching around, her weak arms pushed my face deeper into her ass and my hands gripped her thick thighs like bars.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" she said, popping her gum in a way that was both seductive and combative. Having licked the sweets from her ass I moved on to her slit. Her black pubes were cut into a landing strip. Her outer brown and inner pink folds were wet, the syrup was mixing with her juices, making a sweet, sticky mess. I licked the mixture off her clit, and she squealed.

"You're a good boy," she said, squeezing her tit with the hand not holding my face. "Now, I know you ain't gonna leave me hanging, are you? Make me cum!"

I obeyed, my tongue swirling around her clit, tasting the sweet and salty mixture. Her moans grew louder as she approached climax. Her body tensed up, and with a final groan, she came. Her juices flooded everywhere. She collapsed onto the table, panting heavily, her body trembling with satisfaction. She weakly crawled onto the floor and finished my titjob.

"You're good at that," she gasped between breaths. "Real good."

"Thanks," I wiped the excess syrup and cum from my mouth with the back of my hand. Then sat quietly until I came on her tits with very little fanfare. My mind was burnt from her orgasm and what it meant for me.

She got up, grabbed my plate to take back and said nonchalantly with a pop from her gum, "that was fun. If you wanna do that again or even buy me, swing in. The Eric that runs this place is a chef more taken with making the perfect pancakes then ever fucking us slaves." As she walked away she smacked another shortstack **** with a 4 tattooed on their head in the ass.

That was a great breakfast but I had work to do. I was covered in syrup and needed new clothes before going to the B cafe. I decided to just throw all my clothes away and walk outside naked, nothing but shoes. I was gonna spend the last of my free money on a nice outfit.

The town was bustling with activity as I walked out of the diner. My cock was out, swinging freely in the cool morning air, but no one cared. This was normal here. I saw a store labeled Eric, Vana and Vana's Tailoring. I recognized the name Vana instantly. She was a Jewish friend of mine. Short with nice tits. She always wore brightly colored outfits, thick circular glasses and dyed her curly hair pink. Her nose was a bit big and she had some acne issues, but the pizzazz of her makeup, red lipstick and eye-catching clothes always made up for it.

I walked into the store and there she was, Vana herself. And Vana. There were 2 Vanas. One was dressed in a frilly pink dress with rose pink cheeks, elegant heels and her hair in 2 long ponytails. The other was in a brown aviator jacket, brown boots, and blue bell bottom jeans that she wore above her belly button. Her curly pink hair had brown roots and shaved on one side down the middle like a waste lander. They were making out sensually and in between them was a well dressed Eric reading a book without pants. The 2 Vanas each had one of their hands on his meat slowly jerking him together as they kissed.

"Welcome to Eric, Vana, and Vana's Tailoring!" The pink Vana said, pulling away from her kiss after noticing me, not stopping her jerking.

"Looking to buy for you or a ****" said the aviator jacket Vana, with a raised eyebrow, her grip tightening on the cock she held.

"Hey, Vana. Vanas?" I said unsure of how to refer to them

"Just call them Dyke and Fem." Said the Eric, not once looking up from his book. "One of them is from my original dimension but I don't remember which so I just keep them both around cause I'm a sentimental guy."

"Ok..." I said, turning my attention to Dyke. "I need a new suit. I guess I could also look at some **** outfits while I'm here."

Dyke shrugged. "Ight, lets see what we are working with." She let go of the Eric's cock and sauntered over to me. "What's your size, dude?"

I looked down at my nakedness and laughed awkwardly. "I have no idea. It's been a while since I've had to buy clothes."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a measuring device then began to take the size of my naked body. "Any specific styles you're searching for?"

"Just something that makes me look powerful and in charge." I replied, "Trying to get a job"

Fem, meanwhile, went in front of the Eric, lifted her dress and bent over. She inserted the uninterested Eric into her pussy. Her lithe body rocking back and forth into him. While bent over and moaning from the dick in her, she giggled out, "Get him a suit my love! He will look great and powerful then."

I shrugged. "Ok, I trust your judgment."

Dyke finished her measurements. "Ight, Let's get you dressed to impress then." She disappeared into the back, leaving me with the couple. The Eric was now getting more involved, his hands grabbing Fem's hips as she rode him but placing the book on her back so he could still read.

I tried to make small talk as I waited. "So Fem... I saw you and dyke making out and I think you called her love. What's that about?"

Fem looked back at me with a smile, "Oh, she's my everything. We're in love, I guess you could say. It's complicated because she's a version of myself but from a different dimension. But we get along really well." She giggled, "Better than I ever did with any Eric." The Eric fucking her grunted and shrugged at that remark.

"Are you guys like dating?"

"Life partners," Fem replied, her cheeks flushing a bit. "We're not just lovers, we're also business partners in this crazy world of Erics. It's like we complete each other, you know?"

"But your slaves... and what about him," I said pointing to the Eric ignoring our conversation while fucking her. "He owns this place... and you. Only one of you are even from his home world."

Fem looked over her shoulder at the Eric with a fond smile. "Yeah, we're all just doing our best here. He's not a bad guy. He went through his sadistic phase when he first joined this world of Erics but now he's our friend. On of us was friends with him in his home dimeson and even though he rapes us whenever he's in the mood, the love has carried over. He lets us do our thing, and we keep him happy."

"I guess I really don't have to be ALL sadism ALL the time."

"You can if you want sweetheart. Your the master after all." She was full speed fucking herself on the Eric's cock, clearly anticipating a release soon.

I thought for a second about what this meant for me in terms of friendships and romance. I shook my head and changed the subject. "So which one of you is from his home dimension?"

The Eric looked up from his book, finally participating in the conversation. "They won't tell me." He said with an eye roll. "They know if I find out who's the favorite, the other will be demoted to painslut."

"Guess you'll have to deal with us both!" Moaned Fem Vana as the Eric finished inside her.

Dyke Vana emerged from the back with an all black suit on a hanger. "Here ya go," she said, tossing it at me. "I got you a classic look. Nothing says 'I'm in charge' like a black suit. Extra easy to take the pants off and washer safe, just in case."

I took the suit from her and examined it. It was definitely high quality. The fabric was soft and the cut was sharp. "This is perfect," I said, putting it on. I paid her with the last of the money on my card then waved the 3 of them goodbye as I walked out of the store. The Eric went back to his book and Dyke got on her knees to clean out Fem, who was giggling with glee.