The Devil’s Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Velvet: Double D Coffee

Note: Mark’s friend Chris requested big-tittied Velvet that worked at Hot-Chick-a-Latte, a bikini barista stand, to be his sex-slave. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Monday, July 22nd, 2013 – Velvet Gibbs – Puyallup, WA

“Chief Hayworth will see you now,” the bored officer said, dressed in the blue uniform of a Puyallup Police Officer, modified for her obviously pregnant belly.

My boyfriend Chris and I stood up, and he slipped his hand around my waist, then down to cup my ass through the tight daisy dukes I wore. The last month had been the best of my life. The Living God, Mark Glassner, had introduced me to Chris, and I had fallen head-over-heals in love with him. It’s like Mark knew just how much I would love Chris.

Chris was wonderful. He was in his early twenties like me and so handsome. He was a former army Ranger, his body lean with muscles, and he had the most gorgeous, brown eyes. Those bad boys could melt the panties off any woman. Often we’d go to a bar and pick-up some chick to take home with us.

It turned out Chris’s passion was to run his own bikini barista stand. It’s how we met; he was always coming around to the Hot Chick A Latte, the bikini barista stand I worked out. I had never even noticed him until the God Mark told me I loved Chris.

Together, Chris and I were going to realize his dream. He had been saving up, and I added what little money I had to our budding business. Together, we bought an out-of-business coffee stand on the corner of Meridian and Main Street in downtown Puyallup, and we had spent the last month working hard to renovate the place.

We were calling our coffee stand Double D Coffee, and only the girls with biggest tits would get to work there. I was a G cup and had big, beautiful tits with fat nipples that were still supple with youth. I was dreading my forties when they would probably sag down to my navel, but right now they were perfect.

The pregnant cop led us to Chief Hayworth’s office. She knocked at the door. “Come in,” a gruff voice barked; a commanding voice barely muffled by the door.

His office was simply appointed, a desk, picture of a wife and grandchildren set on his desk along with a computer and several file folders. Metal filing cabinets lined the walls, a US flag stood in a corner on small flagpole. The chief stood up, a whip-thin man in dress blues, decorated with gold pips and medals. He had an iron hard look, and I was impressed with how good in shape he appeared—for a man in his fifties, he was fitter than some of the officers in their twenties I saw.

“What can I do for you son?” he asked, crushing Chris’s hand; my boyfriend didn’t flinch. I felt the Chief’s eyes fall on my body; appreciative gleam in his eyes. “Ma’am.”

I straitened, letting my boobs thrust before me in the plaid cowboy shirt I wore, the tails tied below my massive melons. I wore no bra and the slightest movement sent them to jiggle like a jello. I enjoyed his gaze and giggled, twirling my black hair about my finger. That really sent my boobs to shaking.

“I’m Chris, and this is my girlfriend Velvet.”

“I don’t have all day,” the Chief said.

“I’m a friend of Mark Glassner. I’m about to open a business here in downtown Puyallup and I want to make sure I have the backing of the local police.”

The Chief relaxed when Mark’s name was mentioned. “What sort of business?”

“A coffee stand with beautiful woman,” Chris answered. “Only my girls will be wearing even less than a normal bikini stand.”

The chief snorted. “The only way that would be possible…” His eyes flashed to my chest.

“Why don’t you show him the uniform, Velvet.”

I grinned, untying the cowboy shirt I wore and letting my melons spill out to the Chief’s hungry eyes. Then I wiggled out of my tight, daisy dukes. Underneath I wore a string bikini, barely more than floss that wrapped around my hips and disappeared between my ass cheeks. It was so thin, my long pussy lips wrapped around the gusset, dangling out for all the world to see.

“I can see why you’d want our cooperation,” the Chief answered, shifting; I noticed a pronounced bulge in the crotch of his pants. “I’m always glad to help a friend of Mark’s out. For a price.”

“I’m sure Velvet will be very accommodating,” Chris said, his hand resting familiar on my ass. “Say once a week?”

The Chief reached out, gave my big titty a squeeze. “I think that’d be just fine, so long as I get to know Velvet today.”

“Be my guest,” Chris said, taking a seat.

Chris loved to watch me fuck other man. Already, he had watched me fuck the manager at Grey’s Lumber to get a discount on building materials, and then the manager at the paint store, and finally with a bureaucrat to get our remodel permit expedited.

I went to kiss the Chief, but he rebuffed me. “Bend over my desk like the filthy whore you are,” he growled like rusty iron scraping together.

He spun me about and shoved me roughly against the desk; his hand landed in the middle of my back and pushed me down across his desk until my cheek rested on the cool wood. The smiling face of his wife—it was an old picture of their wedding day, faded with age—filled my vision. A zipper rasped, and I tried to look behind me when his hand shoved me back down.

“Don’t move whore!”

He roughly ripped my string bikini down my thighs. A helpless feeling filled me—my pussy dripped with lust. “Fuck me,” I heard myself moan.

His cock didn’t feel old as he shoved it hard inside my cunt. I moaned my appreciation as he pumped his hips with powerful thrusts. He filled me up; the friction of his dick sent my passions burning.

“You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you?” he panted.

“Yes!” I groaned. “Fuck me harder! Your cock’s driving me wild!”

“Whore, whore, whore!” he grunted over and over, punctuating every “whore” with a hard thrust of his cock. “You’re going to take every drop of my jizz, right whore?”

“I will! Fill me up!” I was burning up inside; the degradation of being used by this old man inflamed my lusts like the bellows of a forge, stoking my passions until the bliss consumed all my nerves.

“Filthy goddamn whore! Did you just cum on my cock?”

“Yes!” I screamed, my insides still being consumed by my climax, fanned by his powerful thrusts churning over and over through me. Orgasm after orgasm raged inside me, rippling bliss through every nerve I possessed.

His intercom buzzed. The chief pressed a button. “What?” he gasped.

The pregnant cop’s voice rang with a metallic tin from the speaker as she answered, “Chief, your wife’s on the line 2.”

The chief buried his cock to the hilt in my snatch. He let out a soft, moaning grunt. “Thank you, Mallory.” He released the button and gave my ass a stinging slap. “Not a peep, whore.”

“No, chief,” I answered.

He pumped his cock in and out of me, a slow and steady rhythm as he reached for the phone. I glanced again at the picture filling up my sight. His wife had been beautiful thirty years ago, almost glowing in her white dress.

“Hey, Bev,” he answered. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

Another orgasm burst through me and I clamped my mouth shut. I felt so sexy; he’d rather fuck me than talk to his wife. It should be her bent over this desk with his dick inside her cunt. I was a thief, taking her husband’s lust all for myself—I loved every second of it.

“Okay. I’ll stop by the store. No, no, I won’t forget the milk. All right? I love you too, Bev. Bye.”

He went back to the powerful thrust, slamming into my pussy after hanging up. He was so cool and collected. I clearly wasn’t the first woman he has cheated on his wife with. I wonder who the other’s were. Maybe Mallory, the pregnant cop.