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(Beautiful_Disgrace) A Blossoming Love Story (Tr1ckY_1337)

Damian chuckled and nodded at her statement. He enjoyed having Marisa walk around in public without any underwear on, and he had a sneaking suspicion that Marisa was slowly growing more bold. Perhaps their run in with Eric did more for them than just turn them into hornier bunny rabbits. He found it extremely erotic, making her man think of more and more ways for them to have fun outside of the house. "Any color makes you look hot as hell, baby." He told Marisa with a grin and wink, planting a kiss upon her lips while letting her try on the halter dress.

He noticed her pause, raising an eyebrow as he asked what was wrong. It was then that she mentioned her leaking breasts, making Damian smirk playfully. "Your wish is my command." He told her with a bow, swinging around behind her and holding her from behind. Devon would get a real treat now as Damian began to peel off her halter dress, just enough to free her lovely tits. They caught it just in time, beads of milk starting to come out, nearly staining the fabric of the dress. "Well, we didn't milk them yesterday or last night. So, that's my fault." He teased, coming in front of her again and taking both breasts in his hands. He squeezed them lustfully, squeezing more out before leaning in to suckle on her right nipple. His lips sucked hungrily, teeth grazing teasingly with his tongue running circles around the hardening nub. Once that nipple received plenty of affection, Damian switched right on over to the other, repeating the process.

The whole feeling of nearly being caught made Damian horny as hell right now. The bulge in his pants was large, ready to burst through. Not even half a minute into sucking on Marisa's lactating breasts, he freed his hard erection and wrapped his hand around it. With a small lean to the side, Devon might be able to even watch him masturbate while drinking Marisa's breast milk.

His eyes fared up to his fiance, smirking as he released the nipple within his mouth. "Wow, you've got a lot today, Marisa." Damian said, using his free hand to squeeze one breast. Then, he tried something new. Gently pressing her breasts together as best as he could with one hand, Damian suddenly took both her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard on both.
 
Marisa knew that Damian would not be able to resist milking her, especially in public. Even though she was hesitant about it, she knew that the store and mall were fairly empty, so she could take the risk. She didn't wear panties today because she knew that Damian would be in the dressing room right along with her. Plus, she had been wearing shorts anyway. She was not aware that the store clerk was watching them intently. She sighed as he released her large swollen breasts from the dress. She loved it when he milked her but they were really starting to hurt her back, and they were less convenient in times like this if she were alone.

She pressed herself against the wall, and Devon would now be able to see her from the side. Her eyes widened at the site of Marisa's large breasts being sucked on by her fiance. In public, too! What were they thinking? Despite her trying to pretend she was disgusted, she slowly unzipped her pants as her erection could no longer be contained. "Ohhh" She sighed softly as she reached into her panties and continued to rub her hand up and down her cock, witnessing Marisa's milking.

Marisa moaned softly, trying not to draw the attention at the already peeping clerk. She could feel herself starting to get wet, also loving the danger of possibly getting caught. And then she heard his zipper being undone as he began to masturbate while he milked her. Devon's eyes widened. This was the first time she had ever seen a guy pull his cock out, at least in real life. She liked it..it was making her cunt tingle too. She wanted to know what it was like to have something like that inside of her. Marisa gasped as he pulled her nipples together and brought them both to his lips. "Oh god...Damian if you keep that up, I won't be able to keep quiet." Marisa said in a hushed tone of voice.
 
Damian continued to suckle on both nipples as she moaned, momentarily foregoing his own pleasure to gently massage and knead her large breasts. It served another purpose though, and that was to help support her. He often heard at home that her breasts (now larger thanks to the milk) were bothering her back. While he would indeed be quite saddened if she got breast size reduced, he did not want the love of his life to suffer on a daily basis, whether it be a back ache or something even more. For now, they came up with a temporary solution, and it even came about as to watching TV side by side while Damian gently held her breasts. Sure, it may have looked silly to others, but it was the thought that counted, right? Right...?

If Damian had found out about the peeping store clerk, he probably would've panicked or become jealous at him for staring at his wife. He had some exhibitionist tendencies lurking inside his mind, though he had to be familiar with the person. They both did for that matter. "Unless you want an audience, then you've got to keep quiet." He told her, releasing her nipples and standing up straight. He shuddered as his erect cock brushed against her thighs, the head gently prodding her entrance as he leaned in to kiss her passionately. One hand caressed her cheek, the other squeezing her hip longingly while their lips were locked, his tongue playfully teasing hers. "I guess the only way to keep you quiet is to make out with you." Damian chuckled, returning to her lips again as he stepped a little closer.

They were so close to becoming one again, Damian doing his very best to not make Marisa feel like she was being pressured into this. This was a desire of his, yes, but he would never force something on to Marisa. He would only do things she agreed with. "Do you wanna have a little fun before trying more clothes on, baby?" He asked her in a lusty tone, eyes gazing deep into hers.
 
Marisa loved when he massaged her breasts. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, enjoying the kneading. She didn't think that breast reduction would be the answer, there were more options other than surgeries. She didn't really believe in cosmetic surgery after all. When he suggested his alternative of holding her breasts, she just thought he was being silly, but she let him do it anyway. Mostly because she liked the feeling of his large warm hand on them.

She watched him stand up in front of her and then listened to him tell her she had to keep quiet. Easier said than done. Feeling his cock against the front of her freshly shaved pussy(she did it more as a sanitary thing rather than a sexy thing, but she knew he appreciated it too), she bit her lip, closing her eyes as he caressed her cheek. Then his lips pressed against hers, and she began to wiggle her tongue around his mouth feverishly. When he pulled away to talk, she opened her eyes again and then kissed him once more when he was finished. Oh how she wanted him inside of her right now, but she was a little scared.

Still, it was only this once...and it would only take a second. She blushed when he asked if she wanted to. When she blushed, she always looked away. And she happened to look in the direction of the mirror. And what did she see? The store clerk in the mirror, staring straight at them and stroking his cock. Her eyes widened and gasped. "Damian..!" Was all she could say as she tried to cover herself up. Devons eyes widened. Did she see her? Of course she did. She tried to push her cock back into her panties and zip herself up. What would they do? Would they go to her manager?
 
Damian looked into her eyes, noticing the small bit of fear laced in them. He felt bad when she felt a little scared, mainly because he thought he was partially responsible. As she blushed and looked away, Damian kissed her forehead and caressed her shoulder. "Hey, don't think you have to say yes, baby. I love you, and I'm not with you just for sex. I admit though, you are a sexy woman, but that's getting off topic." He told her with a smile, leaning in to plant a loving kiss upon her lips. Well, at least he would have if Marisa did not suddenly gasp out in surprise. "What?!" He asked in shock, looking at her oddly when she covered herself up with anything she had on her. Eyes fared towards the mirror, the last place she was looking, and that was when he noticed the store clerk peeping on them.

'Shit, shit, shit.' He repeated again and again in his mind, grasping his own erect member and stuffing it back into his jeans. "Fuck!" Damian yelped in pain, feeling the zipper scrape the sensitive region of his crotch. He managed to bite his lip and tone down the volume some, fully zipping himself up. The real issue was this store clerk. However, he was not sure what exactly to feel at the moment, or rather, which to feel more inclined to. On one side of the coin, he felt nervous because they were found out by this store clerk who could get them kicked out of the store, and quite possibly the mall. Really, it would not be good for either of them, but he worried about Marisa's reaction. He feared she might become upset with him as well, because technically, Damian had pressured Marisa into this. Which, he might add, he still felt like an asshole about.

Then again, Damian felt jealous and a bit possessive. How dare this store clerk peep and ogle at his soon to be wife? The nerve he had. It really got Damian's blood boiling, and if he thought he was correct, he was masturbating while watching them. So, which one won out? Well, it was a jumbled mess.

The only thing Damian could think of doing was pushing the door open and suddenly grabbing the clerk, pulling him inside with them. He then stood between the clerk and Marisa, blocking her completely from view. Only he was allowed to drool all over her body like that. Eric sort of had permission, but Damian had to be nearby. "Were you watching us?!" He snapped in a hushed, angry tone while keeping Marisa behind him. "No, you were watching Marisa. You're a... a freakin' peepin' tom!"
 
While Damian was stuffing his cock back into his pants, Devon was frozen in fear. She didn't want them to call her manager. What if she got arrested for peeping on them? While she mulled over those thoughts, Marisa did her best to hide herself from the red headed store clerks view. She knew they'd get caught. Why hadn't she noticed the door was touched open? She was definitely too busy trying to seduce him. Marisa was too embarrassed and also frightened to be mad at Damian. She was mad at the store clerk who didn't seem to want to do his job.

And then she watched Damian hurl himself out of the modest size dressing room(they used the handicapped one all the time even if they weren't planning to be naughty thanks to her big belly, and grab the seemingly also terrified male. She took the opportunity to yank one of the dresses and cover her body, and then cram herself in the corner of the dressing room sitting down. Now that he had yanked the store clerk in the dressing room with him, what did Damian intend to do?

Devon made a rather girly yelp when the male grabbed her and then closed her eyes as he pulled her into the dressing room with them. Obviously she wasn't thinking about turning them in, especially when she had been masturbating to the sight of them fooling around. She knew that she should have just kicked them out of the store, but no. Her stupid cock sucked the blood out of her head so she couldn't think straight. Then the man accused her of being a peeping Tom. She shook her head violently enough that some of the hair that was pulled back into a pony tail fell into her face.

"I'm sorry...I...I just thought that.." Devon trailed off and saw the frightened look on the female customers face. Oh god, she would tell on her. "I just thought that you left the door open on purpose...why else when you do naughty things in public...?" She was on the verge of tears now. She didn't want to go to jail..she was sure that she'd be taken advantage there no matter which gender she ended up with.
 
During his bit of a fit, Damian was caught off guard by the sudden girlish yelp. He quickly regained his focus and crossed his arms. "You thought what?" He snapped back, watching the store clerk's hair fall in front of his face. The red hair seemed a bit strange. It was just off, in Damian's opinion. Not to mention that something just felt strange. Before he could do any other kind of thinking upon it, the store clerk spoke again. Leave the door open on purpose? Why the hell would anyone do that? He let out an annoyed groan, rubbing his head while shaking it at the same time. He wanted to yell at the young man more, though seeing the pure look of building tears, Damian simply just gave up on that. Being angry would probably just make an even bigger scene.

For now, he turned around to look at Marisa. She definitely looked scared, which made him feel horrible. Damian should be able to control himself better for her, so he was responsible for this. Walking over to Marisa, he gently hugged her. "Don't worry, babe." He told her, grabbing one of the cardigans that he brought in with them. He thought she would look cute in it once it got windy again. Wrapping it on her, he offered her a smile while caressing her cheek. "I think since we're all in the red, we'll all forget about this and go our separate ways." With that, he then turned around and got face to face with the male clerk, glaring angrily at him. "Aren't we?"

It was then that he noticed another thing. His eyes fared down to his throat, expecting some kind of gulp since he was practically about to piss his own pants. That was the final indicator that something was up. This male clerk didn't have an Adam's apple. With a raised eyebrow, Damian looked at the clerk tensely, crossing his arms but not in an angry way. No, this was full of contemplation. His head was buzzed with plenty of thoughts concerning this strange clerk. 'No Adam's apple... means...'

Why didn't he investigate sooner? For a male, his body seemed to feminine. His facial features, eyes and hair, even the tone of his voice. None of it seemed right. For Damian, it clicked in. "You're... not a guy." He said softly, looking at her curiously. "But, you were pretending to be one. What the hell?" He seemed lost a bit in his own world, looking briefly to Marisa with a face of pure confusion. He should be angry or worried about being reprimanded for conducting sexual behaviors in a public fitting room, but instead Damian was just overcome with curiosity, not to mentioned baffled currently.
 
Marisa was even more confused. "What are you talking about, Damian? I clearly saw him masturbating in the mirror..." She said, wrapping the fabric of the cardigan around her as if she still felt naked. Devon's heart felt as if it was beating out of her chest. Marisa took a closer look at her. "Unless...you're a pre-op..." Marisa said carefully, not knowing how she really felt about something like that. "N-no! I'm not a tranny.." Devon tried to keep her voice as low as possible. What should she do? No one knew her secret, but this customer had looked at her long and hard and knew that there was something wrong with her. "I...was born...like this...." She said, looking down at her feet. They already thought she was a freak. She might as well tell them just how much of a freak she really was.

"I have both parts....but obviously I'm more of a girl than a guy....but I get turned on easily, so I just thought it would be easier to pretend that I was a straight guy...." Tears began to trail down her cheek. Marisa stood up and then stared at the clerk harder. She had heard of hermaphrodites...but she had never actually seen one. She was curious now. Devon could feel Marisa's scrutiny and looked up at the both of them. "Please don't tell anyone...I'll do anything..." Devon pleaded, mistaking their silence as judgement and disgust. Marisa couldn't believe his...her story yet. Even though the tears seemed genuine. Anyone who had just been caught peeping would be ashamed of themselves.

"Let me see." Was all she said, her tone of voice not welcoming but not angry either. Devon looked at the woman in disbelief, but she could tell that she was serious. She had never revealed herself to anyone. So, hesitantly, she unzipped her pants and pulled the down along with her panties. Her cock was still hard, which made it even more awkward for her. Slowly she lifted it up and showed them her womanly entrance. It was so humiliating, but at the same time her cock was throbbing and dripping precum from having this handsome man and beautiful woman staring at her...
 
Damian nodded to Marisa in her disbelief, faring his eyes over to the clerk as he awaited her reply. She was not a tranny, well all right. That just meant she was a female. Yet, how did Marisa see a dick on this woman? Damian didn't see it, that is, until he looked down at her crotch. He thought there was a faint bulge, but the moment the clerk began to speak, he had a feeling it really was true. A hermaphrodite stood right before them. One could call them a freak, or the best of both worlds, a rare dime in the dozen that was both a man and a woman all at once. He was in the same position as Marisa, only having heard of such beings in this world, yet never laying eyes on one.

When Marisa told the clerk (he finally head her name tag, reading it as Devon) to reveal her private parts, Damian looked on with cautious eyes. Devon was taking her time, obviously frightened beyond imagination at this current situation. It dawned on him that now they were the ones holding the cards. He wanted to tell Marisa that, but he pushed it away for now. What was important was that they had something over Devon. If she went and told, so what? Damian could black mail her with her secret. That was something far more precious to the young clerk, obviously. Their secret weapon...

Upon the revealing, Damian was surprised. No, not by the sight of a hermaphrodite, but by his own self. He felt aroused seeing the combination of male and female parts on the predominantly female body. He had never had any bi-curious tendencies or homosexual thoughts (despite his friend trying to prove that all men had small homosexual tendencies concerning pornography viewing), yet the sight of Devon just really began to make him feel truly lustful. 'Whoa, calm down, Damian. Remember what just happened.' The young man told himself, doing his best to calm himself yet the bulge in his jeans grew huge once more, obviously noticeable. It was then that he felt that dark side of him come out again. He felt bold, daring, and dominant. Marisa was his submissive lover, but this clerk Devon could possibly be his little pet right now. No, she would be his little pet.

"Y'know, Devon- It is, Devon, right? I read your tag." Damian began suddenly, going to the door and locking it as he slowly approached the frightened clerk. "You're still in a whole lot of trouble for peeping on both my fiance and me. I'm still pretty pissed about that." He was suddenly standing right behind her, hands gently placed on her shoulders. He squeezed firmly, but not enough to hurt her. Damian wanted to set the mood right for her. Damian wanted Devon to know the place she would be put in. "I'm not sure I can forgive you for that... though," He stopped kneading her shoulders, walking beside Marisa and smirking playfully at his lover. Finally, his eyes rested back on Devon, that smirk never leaving his lips. "Will you really do anything? Anything?" He repeated it, an arm wrapping around Marisa's waist. He squeezed her side longingly, hoping she would pick up on where he was going.
 
When Marisa laid her eyes on Devon's genitals, she felt herself beginning to think of all the possibilities she and Damian could do with this timid woman. She was just as perverse as him, but she was also really curious. What was it like to have a cock and pussy? To feel them pleasured together? She looked over at Damian and saw that he was just as turned on as she was. It made her a little jealous, but she couldn't blame him. This was a rare, once in a lifetime thing to see. Marisa began to feel a little bad for viewing her as an object, but it was truly amazing. Devon could also see Damian's apparent arousal, and her face grew even redder.

As soon as they got a good look, she pulled her panties up and then did her best not to catch herself with her zipper. While she did that, the man walked behind of her and she froze. She could feel his breath against the back of her neck, and when he placed his hands on her shoulders she flinched. Listening to his seductive, low voice, she began to feel even worse for watching them. Again, her eyes went to her feet. She was truly a submissive girl, not having any sexual experience with a man. She found him kind of scary even though she was attracted to him. "I would...do anything..." Devon responded, even though she had a bad feeling about his question. What did he want her to do? She never thought anyone would be aroused at her true gender.

Marisa had quickly caught on. She smiled at Damian as he walked back up to her and then leaned against him. She did want him to experiment too, just as he had let her experiment with Eric. And plus, this woman...no, right now she looked nothing more than a scared girl...had something Marisa wanted to play with as well. She didn't say anything, though. Damian seemed to have everything under control.
 
Devon looked so timid, so easy to manipulate. He had his own conscious making him feel bad for possibly coming off as frightening and scary, yet at the same time he got an absolute thrill for it. It was like he was a king for a moment, a lord over someone. Despite how he loved dominating Marisa, he did not have the heart to call her his pet. No, he loved her too much. He owned her heart and body, she was his, and he offered her the very same in return. But to call her something beneath him? It was impossible. However, with Devon here, Damian suddenly felt much more powerful, on a higher pedestal than her. Even better was that she did nothing to change that fact. If she regretted her response, there was nothing she could do now. It was like signing her fate away to him.

He gave Marisa's side another loving squeeze before focusing on Devon. "Anything. I bet you would do anything." It was tone that said, 'You will do anything for me'. It could even be considered commanding. "I'll tell you what, Devon. We won't say a word about your secret. In fact, we'll be the only ones who ever know, and you have my word that neither my fiance nor myself will utter a word about it away from you unless you ask." He spoke the truth, looking over to Marisa and offering her a quick peck on the lips. He gave her the playful look of "I mean it too" before holding her close.

"But!" Damian held up his hand, looking Devon up and down as she stood there with only her panties covering his erect cock (which did very little to hide it). "You have to do what," For a second he paused, smirking lustfully. "We say. You can enjoy it, or hate it, but if you don't do it, then well..." Trailing off, he let her imagination tell her what they were capable of doing. "So, if you want things to go smoothly between us, how about you show us what exactly you were doing outside while I was sucking on Marisa's delicious tits?"
 
Devon smiled in relief as Damian vowed that he and his wife wouldn't say a word. Still, it seemed she was a little too relieved when she heard the but. Then her eyes began to widen when she heard his words. She had to do whatever they said? That was fine...if it was worth not being the towns laughing stock, she'd do it. Whatever it took, she'd do it. Even as she thought that though, when she heard what her first order was, she frozen in fear. Her dick twinged a little, as if it had a mind of its own and it wanted her to touch it while they watched. "You..you can't be serious..." Devon began, looking at the female and hoping she was not on board with his idea. Her name was Marisa..it was a pretty name.

Marisa shrugged. "Damian wouldn't joke about something like that. I suggest if you want us to keep our mouths shut, you do exactly what he says." Marisa liked talking down on her, surprisingly. She had never known anything outside of submitting to Damian, but she did enjoy taking a bit of charge of Eric back when he was testing the waters of what he was allowed to do. Devon hesitated a bit, but with a woman wanting to see her to she felt a lot more comfortable. So she once again pulled her panties down, her dick once again springing out for them both to see. It was still leaking precum, so much that she had stained her panties within the time they were speaking. She then placed her small hand around her cock. It wasn't exactly big, but it was a little above average in length and thickness.

Slowly, she ran her hand up and down her throbbing shaft, and bit her lip, trying not to make any noise. She hoped to God no one was in the store right now, otherwise she'd lose her job if her manager found out she was not helping customers. Thinking about that though would only delay her from climaxing and that would take longer. She looked away from both of them as she continued to jack herself off. Marisa licked her lips as she watched Devon masturbate in front of them. This was kind of hot, even if it was a bit wrong to blackmail someone. Still, that's what she got for peeking in on them.
 
When he heard Marisa add on, Damian gave a bit of a dark chuckle. So, she had a bit of a dominating side as well. He recalled it when she led the way through Eric's and her play time at the beach. It was fun to watch her take on this new roll, her soon to be husband only getting hornier by the minute as watched Marisa transform and Devon masturbate so timidly before them. Who knew that this would turn out to be like this? He joked to himself that they should get caught more in dressing rooms. Of course a joke... though maybe it had some validity. For now though, Damian was quite happy with staying in this dressing room for a while and having some fun with both Marisa and Devon.

His eyes jumped back from Devon to Marisa, loving to watch this girl expose herself to them both, but also enjoying the fact that his fiance was enjoying the show immensely. However, he felt like Devon was holding back on them. "C'mon, you weren't masturbating like that outside. You were much more into it than that." Damian told her, a hint of annoyance laced in his voice to help accent his point. The true obstacle was her shyness and timid nature now that she was found out. How could they overcome that, especially if she wanted to really get dirty with two stranger? He gave it more thought until he came up with a naughty idea. Briefly, he eyed Marisa before smirking devilishly.

Stepping up behind his soon to be wife while she was focusing on Devon, Damian held her from behind. Her round bottom would feel the massive boner he was sporting right between her cheeks, grinding ever so lightly just to tease her. "I think she needs more incentive." Damian whispered into Marisa's ear. It was then that she would feel him pull the cardigan open to reveal those lovely melons once more. He then pulled anything else blocking their view, her tits exposed to the world again. "I know you were staring at these beautiful tits, Devon." He teased the store clerk, licking his lips as he began to fondle Marisa's tits so lewdly. He even began to milk them, beads of milk starting to squirt out. "Everyday, I like to milk and drink Marisa's delicious breast milk. It tastes delicious, and she loves it to death. Don't you baby?" Damian kissed the side of Marisa's neck, biting gently and letting her feel the canine teeth in his mouth.

Damian felt so positively naughty right now...
 
Devon grimaced when the man called Damian told her that she wasn't into it. Well, how could she be when she had two strangers watching her like this. She wasn't sure how they felt. Did they just want to see a show? Or were they actually getting turned on by her having a cock? She watched him go behind his wife, or whatever they were, she could only guess what he was about to do next. Judging by that gleam in his eye, he was about to do something that would make her more energetic as she jerked herself off.

Marisa didn't even seem to mind, as she loosened her grip on the cardigan enough for him to pull it down her shoulders and reveal those large mounds once more. And Devon could see them perfectly up close.She noted the puffiness of her areolas, and how hard those nipples were. Seeing him squeeze them and creating droplets of milk, Devon imagined tasting it, and Damian's words were making her cock throb even more. Her hand began to move faster as she watched those breasts being groped and kneaded, and she couldn't help but moan softly. This was so much better than porn, even if she wasn't the one who got to participate in the molesting.

It didn't take long for Devon to cream herself after seeing the woman's chest exposed. She began to pant heavily, her mouth opened as her tempo increased, and closing her eyes she grunted, a stream of her cum shooting out but stopping short just at their feet. The rest trailed down the underside of her still stiff length, dripping down to her cunt. After it ended, she felt dirty and embarrassed. Marisa was about ready to cum herself despite not touching her soaking wet pussy. "Well, that certainly was a lot." Marisa said with a smile, taking one of Damians hands and then placing it against her entrance, letting him know how hot she was.
 
The way Devon's eyes were glued to Marisa's chest made his own cock throb. "It looks like Devon loves your big boobs, Marisa." He said aloud, licking his lips as Devon went faster and faster upon her own meat. He played with Marisa's breast more while enjoying the store clerk masturbating, scooping up some delicious milk and sticking it into his mouth. He licked his finger erotically, trying his best to add on more to torturing her. It didn't seem like Devon was beginning to mind anymore, especially how she moaned and jacked off swiftly at the sight of Marisa's chest being milked.

They were then treated to the delightful sight of Devon reaching that blissful orgasm she was working so hard on just outside of the dressing room. Upon her orgasm beginning to settle down, Damian gave another firm knead to Marisa's breasts before licking his lips. "Maybe she was pent up? And look, she's still nice and hard. I bet she's still got more saved up." He told Marisa in a hot breath, feeling the heat coming from her pussy as he nibbled on her ear. For a moment, he was focusing purely on Marisa as his fingers began to tease her folds. All this dirty play was driving him mad with lust. His cock begged for freedom and he had to oblige, freeing his massive cock and letting it slap one of her cheeks playfully. From there he began to tease her entrance with the head of it, panting lightly.

"Hm, Marisa," Damian spoke to her, his free hand rubbing her clit slowly. "Devon's been a good girl for us, don't you think she deserves a bit of a reward?" He asked his lover, winking at her if she looked at him. This could go so many ways. Perhaps Marisa could get a taste of that delicious cock she had been eyeing? Or maybe she felt daring and wanted to take it for a ride? Whatever it was, Damian wanted to fulfill his own pent up cum. "What do you think Devon deserves, love?" Her husband to be asked her, idly rubbing her nether lips while waiting for a response.
 
Devon leaned against the wall and continued to pant, finally pulling her eyes away from Marisa's breasts and looking down at her shameful cock that still wanted more. With the aid of Damian's teasing, Marisa had enough of simply watching. She was already planning to have a taste of that cock anyway. She didn't forget about her fiance's though, hearing him unzip his pants once more and feeling it poke at her backside, she backed herself into him teasingly. He was also teasing her back by pressing it against her, and it was then Marisa decided that she wanted to suck off the store clerk named Devon while Damian fucked her from behind.

"I think she deserves a good blow job...Have you ever had one of those, sweetie?" Marisa asked the girl. Devon shook her head slowly, in disbelief that both of them looked as if they wanted to include her in their sexual escapade...Devon had only had a woman rub her though her pants but she never got bold enough to take it out for obvious reasons. She watched Marisa bend over, still keeping her ass level with Damian's cock. At first she could just feel her breath touching it, which was enough for Devon to close her eyes again and bit her lip. But then the woman's soft hand gripped her shaft, and directly afterwards she felt Marisa's lips wrap around her cock.

"Ahh!" Devon moaned softly, feeling as if she would cum right then. Marisa's skillful mouth took Devon's cock all the way in fully and easily. Which wasn't a surprise considering that the male customer...Damian's cock was a lot bigger than hers. Marisa felt her cock throb as if it were going to explode but then quickly took it out of her mouth and then looked up at her. "Don't cum. You better make yourself last. Damian will tell you when you can cum..."
 
He licked his lips as Marisa backed herself upon his aching cock. It was dying to be in between her folds again, sliding in and out of her body until she quivered around it and came on his cock. "You're in for a treat then, Devon." He told Devon, winking at her as he grasped Marisa's hips as she bent over. He watched as she began to grasp and suckle upon Devon's rod, listening to the girl's voice fill the stall. She was so innocent, that had to change. Damian almost glowed with pride at the thought of both Marisa and himself tainting this girl with their own lust for passion. Sooner or later, he was certain, Devon would love it.

A smirk played across his lips upon Marisa's words. He gave a firm spank on her behind, looking Devon in the eyes. "That's right. Since you interrupted us, you have to wait it out completely until we're finished." He explained to her. Even as he spoke, Damian was already pushing back into his lover's sweet depths, shuddering softly at the wondrous feeling of her pussy. It was divine and heavenly, making his thirsty cock throb in pure excitement. "You'll listen to Marisa, but you'll always obey me." Damian told Devon, grasping her by the chin gently, yet securely. He was not into causing pain, but he wanted her to know her place. "Do you understand? Or should Marisa stop giving you your reward?" Damian asked in a commanding tone, demanding an answer or else he'd make up his mind then and there.

He then focused on Marisa and her hot pussy around him, pulling out and thrusting back in quickly. There was little need for preparing her for a deep fucking, Marisa was already hot and horny. Not to mention that he was. Damian was already moving quickly, pounding Marisa's wet little cunt powerfully, rocking her into Devon's cock and pussy. "Mmn, fuck. Your pussy feels so damn good, Marisa." He grunted, spanking her and leaving an imprint of his hand once again. "I want you to make it hard for Devon not to cum. Make her work to keep from cumming." Damian ordered, licking his lips.
 
Devon couldn't believe that they expected her not to cum. This was her first blow job, and she was already on the verge of climaxing. But she didn't want to disobey them...not if it meant jeopardizing her secret. Still, seeing Damian spank Marisa in front of her and then begin to start penetrating her made it very hard for Devon. Especially because she felt the vibration of Marisa's mouth as she moaned against her. Marisa loved how Damian was talking right now. She knew that he couldn't pass a certain line when it came to her, but she always wanted to see what he was capable of. Marisa had always felt like he was holding back because no matter how into it they got, he never got close to the way he was when they first had sex.

Maybe he would be that way with Devon, and she'd have the pleasure of watching. She looked up at Devon and paused during her blow job so she could answer properly. Devon stared into Damian's eyes and would have shaken her head had he not been holding her chin like that. "I understand..." She said quietly, and then moaned again when Marisa started to bob her head on her cock once more. If Devon hadn't just came, she would have exploded by now. She had to pray that they would cum fast enough otherwise there was no way she could last. She looked away from the two, not wanting to see the beautiful pregnant woman in front of her being fucked from behind. Devon wanted to know what her pussy felt like if her mouth felt this good.

Marisa was getting into the blow job even more now as Damian began to pound into her. She moaned against Devons cock once more as he smacked her ass for the second time, feeling his dominance from it. He was really getting into it, as if little Devon was acting like a catalyst towards the fire inside of him. Marisa then moved her hand to Devon's pussy and then began to slide her fingers against her swollen clit. Devon wasn't expecting that, and as a result she lost control of herself. She cried out as more of her hot sticky seed jetted out from the tip of her cock and flooded Marisa's mouth. Devon knew that she had just disobeyed them, but she couldn't help it. As her orgasm subsided, the fear of what they would do to punish her began to grow.
 
Damian slid himself in and out quickly, groaning in the dressing room that the three of them shared together in their raunchy and passionate love making. Well, it was more than that really. To anyone else, it was Damian exerting his control and dominance over a foolish store clerk that got a little too happy. He wondered if she truly minded now that they were in their current situation. Of course she minded, but perhaps a part of her really didn't. Just like Marisa, the man had a feeling that Devon had a submissive side. But more so than just that. Instead, Devon wanted to be owned if he dared say it. Could he even think that she wanted a master over her? Damian shuddered at the thought as he thrust within his soon to be wife, smirking upon her words as he let her go. "Good girl." He talked down to her, petting her on the head to accent his point. There were plenty of ways he could make her submit to her position. That, or he would have plenty of ways of putting her in her place.

That was when he heard the sexy herm yelp out, the sound of pure ecstasy leaving her voice. He knew that sound all to well, enjoying it when it came past Marisa's lovely lips. However, Devon had disobeyed a direct order. From him. With a twisted grin, Damian teasingly ground into Marisa's hot depths, reaching a hand around to rub at her little clit that was just craving to be touched, he was sure. "I just had to give you a compliment, didn't I? I told you not to cum. We told you not to cum. And what did you do? You came." Damian said to her, his voice taking on a sharp edge. He gave a deep thrust into Marisa, biting her neck gently as he locked his eyes on Devon. It didn't matter if she was looking back at him or not. He was certain that she could feel his gaze.

As if he would forget his lovely wife to be. Damian's hip began to move again at a moderate pace as he groaned into her ear softly. "Mmn, I can't decide what to do with this selfish little slut, Marisa. Maybe if she wants to cum so bad..." Damian paused to moan hotly into her ear, chuckling lustfully. "Do you feel I should give her a real reason to cum? Would you like to watch?" He teased her, biting her ear just hard enough to give her that rush. "After all, she's your pet too." He told her, revealing what he truly had plan for their little catch of the day. To think that he might have a pet of his own to control and dominate... it sent shivers through his spine as he awaited what Devon might have to say or even Marisa.
 
Marisa let go of Devon and then gave her a dirty look. She did like the taste of her cum though. It was a lot different than Damian's or Eric's. She grabbed onto Devon's bulky shirt and then yanked her down so that she was eye level with her. Forcing her lips on Devon's and pushing past the futa's lips, Marisa pushed her own cum into Devon's mouth. Devon reluctantly swallowed it and straightened up as soon as Marisa let her go. She looked at Damian when he began to speak, knowing she'd regret losing control. He wasn't speaking very loud, but she could still hear the authority dripping from his voice. It made her feel bad, even though she had just met him today. Marisa cried out as he seemed to be drilling into her harder. She felt herself on the brink of orgasm, her sopping wet pussy beginning to constrict him in a far to familiar way.

As Damian leaned over to whisper in his fiance's ear, Devon had to strain her ears to figure out what they were planning. It didn't seem like he was all too quiet about it though. She saw Marisa's full lips curl up into a devious smile. Marisa couldn't let herself or Damian cum though. No, she wanted to cum watching Damian take Devon. "I think that she would either love that or hate it..." Marisa told him with a grin. Devon had to say something. They didn't realize just how innocent she was, obviously. She didn't mind having sex with Marisa, but a man was a different story. Even though she had to obey him...to keep her secret.

"Please..umm...If you were planning on having sex with me...that's the one thing you can't do...Because I'm still a virgin..." She said in a soft voice, looking down at her feet. "Oh? There's something we can't do? Then you were lying to us when you agreed to do whatever we say? Is that it?" Marisa asked as she straightened herself up, but still keeping Damian inside of her. She then caressed Devons cheek, her expression darkening. "Then I guess we'll just have to tell our friends what you really are. I'm sure Eric would be ecstatic to hear what we've found. And my girlfriends have always been curious about women who had both..." Devon's eyes widened and she shook her head. "No...please....Don't tell anyone, please..."
 
Damian watched as Marisa locked lips with Devon, knowing full well that her fresh semen was still within the pregnant woman's mouth. They were exchanged her own seed, snow balling if one would. He found the sight quite sexy, his cock throbbing within Marisa's wet canal that constricted around him. He even watched as she swallowed, groaning softly as he could only imagine Devon tasting her own seed. "You should be honored that Marisa's letting you taste your own cum. She usually just drinks all my down like a horny little slut, don't you baby?" Damian could not forget about letting Marisa know her own place too, even if she was second in command. Leaning down, he gave her large breasts a firm squeeze, rubbing her wet nipples to get a drop of milk on his fingers, sucking them hungrily as he felt Marisa's insides massage him. They had just bit the bullet there. Any longer, and Damian was sure she would have a hot load within her pussy.

"Or maybe even both." He replied to Marisa, smirking as he looked up to the timid clerk. Though, it appeared that Devon had been rudely eavesdropping on them. Sure, they were talking right at her crotch, so it might be fairly easy to hear. That still did not make it appropriate. Though, what she said almost made him blow right inside Marisa. She was a virgin! Damian had almost lost himself in thought as Marisa snapped back at the woman. Eric would love to find out about this futa, and Damian licked his lips at the thought of watching Marisa's girlfriends torture and use Devon for their own pleasure. Yet still, Damian could not help but shudder at the fact that he would be taking this girl's virginity. Now, he would be stealing it from her. Raping her, doing as he pleased, not caring for how she felt about it at all. Devon was so worried about her secret, she would literally do anything they wanted, anything at all.

And the best part? Damian knew he could probably turn her into his personal little slave as well. And she would love every breathing second of it and ask for more.

Marisa would feel Damian slowly pull out, his cock rock hard and glistening with her juices. "I'm not as cruel as you think, Devon." He told her, standing in front of her as a hand went to softly caress her cheek, yet that dark smirk was across his lips. He held the air around him like that night when he raped Marisa. He was like a predator now, sinking its claws into its prey, Devon. "How about this? How about I screw that tight little ass of yours. I'm sure all the customers will just hear you screaming how much it hurts or better yet... how much a dirty little girl like you loves it." Damian teased her, leaning in face to face with her, his dark eyes looking past her own and almost into her soul. "You'll be moaning like a bitch in heat, Devon. You can even groan and cum in front of Marisa while she watches us." He went all the way, hands coming up to fondle her small bosom, smirking at her. He let everything soak in for her first, fully expecting a shout of no or some other negative response. It was truly her choice, but either way, she was going to get fucked.

"If you'd rather not, then Marisa," He called to his wife to be, giving her a lusty smirk. "Why don't you prepare Devon's tight little pussy for my big cock to fuck?" Again, his head turned to Devon, grasping her chin securely again. "And you'd better show me which hole I'll be screwing, or I'll pick for you."
 
Marisa moaned softly as Damian began to to play with her hard nipples. She knew not to get too aggressive with Damian around. He was the one in charge. Devon could see the obvious excitement in Damian's eyes when he heard that she was a virgin. She grimaced, knowing that no matter what she said now she was screwed. But she'd do anything to keep her secret. Though, when she heard him say that he wasn't cruel, a slight glimmer of hope could be seen in her face. When he caressed her cheek, it did not match his expression however. No...not just his expression...the very aura around him was screaming dangerous right now. She tried to back up, but she just hit the dressing room wall.

His following words proved all of her senses that were screaming dangerous right. He wanted to fuck her there? She had known that there were more dirty ways to have sex...but that thought had never occurred to her until today. She shook her head, her expression filled with horror. The customers..how could she have forgotten about them? What if there were people in the store right now. Her eyes began to tear up again. If she lost this job she'd be ruined. As he fondled her small, barely B cup sized breasts, she could feel her nipples hardened in response. She had never had anyone do that to her before. Again, she looked away from him, trying to figure out how to talk him out of this somehow. But by his expression, he would not let her out of this.

As he grasped her chin once more, she had no choice but to look in his eye. "P-p-please....I don't care which hole you penetrate...but not here..not now...Please don't take me in this dressing room. I am already jeopardizing my job greatly just by not being out on the floor.." She pleaded once more. Marisa moved over to her side and then smirked. "You should have thought about that when you peeped at us...Now perhaps you should ask Damian to pound your ass...save your pussy for when you're at least in a more comfortable place...Just my opinion though." Marisa began to pet the folds of the futa's sweet and innocent pussy. Devon moaned softly, not being able to help getting so wet at the touch of the pregnant woman. Marisa collected her plentiful juices and began to swirl them around her asshole, causing Devon to shudder. "Okay.." She whispered, and then turned around so she was facing the wall. She leaned over slightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she bit her lip while Marisa continued to pet her and make sure her ass was plenty lubed up for her lover to take.
 
Damian felt her little nipples harden in his touch. She could lie all she want, and maybe her heart did ring out true that she was a frightful little girl that did not want any of this to be happening, especially not here in the dressing room of the very place she worked. In fact, he had more twisted ideas to visit her at work some more, take her to the very dressing room where all of this started and make her relive this pleasurable torment every time. He wondered on any other day how he would feel about this. Would the man feel like an absolute monster? Would he try and apologize and beg for mercy from the girl that he would rape? Or, would he become rock hard at the thought and pull her in for another round? That's right, Damian was a complete evil bastard right now. Devon's feelings were a fly on a wall compared to his monstrous lusts and dark cravings to reign over her as her master. Oh how he craved that right now. The burning desire to make her his, own her, enslave her to her own passions, it drove him wild.

And she'd feel it as he prodded her back door entrance with his massive rod, twitching lightly in anticipation. Thankfully, the time they spent trying to break the woman had successfully staved off his orgasm nearly 100%. There was only that slight orgasmic tingle, yet even that was starting to fade. "Marisa's such a caring mistress for you. That's my love for you." He said, looking up to Marisa and leaning over to plant a hot, lusty kiss upon those lovely lips of hers. "I want you to enjoy this, baby. You've earned it." Damian told his lover, grasping Devon's hip. She could feel him squeeze longingly. Despite the control he had over her, Damian was going to let her know that she was about to receive his hot cum because her tight ass would be milking it from him.

"That's enough. She's ready." He told them both, raising one hand a giving Devon a hard spank on the behind as he enjoyed the hand print on her bottom. A cruel smirk crawled upon his lips, and he decided to spank her again. "If you don't want the customers to hear you, best keep your voice down. And this time, you will wait for me to cum." He snapped at her. It was then that he quickly began pressing into her tight star, finding it quite tight. At first, he couldn't even get it in. As if that would stop him. Damian only tried again, and this time the head of his cock popped inside her. He panted lightly, smirking down at her as he leaned beside her ear, biting it. "How is it so far?" He grunted as he began pushing more and more of himself into her, going slowly not for her sake, but to give Marisa the show she properly deserved.
 
Devon was such a timid girl that she would never breath a word of this to anyone. Not only for her sake, but for her jobs sake. As far as she was concerned this was the rightful punishment she deserved, and to her this might as well have been consensual. She told him she'd do anything that he wanted. There was no running from this now. She hadn't realized exactly how large he was until she felt him against the virgin rose bud that was her ass. She then starting getting second thoughts until Marisa began to stroke her half limp erection. Once again she became as hard as a rock. She reacted very well when it came to Marisa because she had only known and experienced women. Now that a man was threatening to take her innocence, she was nervous, although that didn't change the fact that she was still sexually aroused by the heat of another cock pressing against her.

She would never admit that though. Marisa moaned into the kiss that Damian planted against her lips and continued to get Devon more wet as she played with her now hard cock. She had an impressive sex drive even though she was a virgin. When Damion told her to back off, she did just that. She heard the store clerk whimper in defeat as he spanked her ass. Her hips were narrower than Marisa's and her cheeks were smaller, so Damian's large hand almost covered all of her left cheek. Then Devon could feel him starting to press into her.

Despite of of Marisa's preparations, Devon still felt as if he was trying to break into her, forcing himself in a hole that wouldn't possibly open. She bit into her lip as tears continued to flow down her cheeks. Marisa licked her lips as she watched Damian take the girl, sitting down on the bench in the dressing room and then beginning to touch herself. She had wanted to see Damian like this for a long time. Devon continued to whimper, almost losing it when he managed to force the head of his cock in. Feeling him bite her ear, she tried to yank away and din't answer him. If she opened her mouth to talk, she'd scream.
 
The feeling was amazing, tight just like when he took Marisa's anal virginity at the beach. However, Devon was just smaller completely from head to toe. The store clerk would be tighter even after he'd broken her ass, he was sure. He almost laughed darkly in amusement at the thought, though suppressed it only for the sake of not wanting to get caught. No, not now. Damian was fucking this scared futa's hot ass while performing a raunchy exhibition for the wife he would probably fuck tonight as well. Actually, he planned on that. He didn't finish with Marisa like he wanted to. Though after this, they were surely bound for home. He was predicting that they would be a bit exhausted from all this raunchy sex that they would pass out once they get home. Devon might be traumatized for a while, but that was not his worries. Devon belonged to them now as their pet. Her feelings would not make a difference to them at all. As far as Damian was concerned, she was their little slut to use as they pleased.

Half of his meat was stuffed in her backside, Damian groaning softly as he chuckled at her movements to escape his bite. "You're such a shy little girl, Devon." His voice was like a constant tease, or sometimes even an insult to her pride. "I love how you whimper and cry, telling yourself that this is the worst thing happening to you right now," At this point, Damian was almost all the way inside her, only an inch or so left. "But, your body can't hide the fact that you like this. Why else is your dick nice and hard, and instead of trying to push me out, your ass has been trying to suck me back in?" And then, he was all the way in, filling her no longer virgin ass. He let out a pleasurable sigh, letting his hot breath was along her naked back and neck. "What a tight fit, I'm very pleased with you, Devon." There he went again, talking down to her like she was his. And, she was.

"Now we'll start." She was still tight, so if he didn't want to hurt himself, he needed to start off slowly. His cock slid out half way before pushing back in, grunting at her tightness. "You need to relax, Devon." He said between pants, starting again into a rhythm that barely picked up for the time being. The most he did increase was how much of his cock that came out. Within a little while, Damian was leaving only the head within her ass before pushing back all the way in. Still, Devon was tight. He had to fix that. So he reached around her body, one hand going to cup those lovely B-cups and fondle one at a time. The other went to her cock, and strangely not his pussy. For now, he knew that she preferred her cock played with. So, Marisa's lover grasped the meat between Devon's legs and began to pump it in rhythm with his thrusts. "Don't cum, Devon. You don't want to piss me off with this." Damian said in a threatening tone, warning her again.
 
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