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Jaycee's (Erotic) Blog - Mon, Dec 6
🕑 Added 2021-12-07 01:34:01 +0000 UTCThis morning, the girls told me what my daily gift was: I would be able to make myself invisible at will (including my clothes). They also gave me a bag of faerie dust that I could use to lower the inhibitions of anyone I wanted. I was grateful for the ability to make my clothes invisible because going out naked in this weather would have been a pain in the ass.
I wasn't going to use it much during the day (because of work), but I knew it'd be a great gift to try out at Broue around dinner. (Broue, you may recall is where the faeries had me work as a chick back in middle-late September.) Since I now knew my way around the personnel-only area, it'd be easy for me to sneak about and use the dust on the girls.
The effects of faerie dust can be unpredictable, but by and large, it reduces inhibitions in humans. It puts people in touch with their inner self and with their most basic (and base) instincts, and lets them act on it.
I had my (quick) meal before starting my mischief because I wasn't sure the restaurant would stay open after what I was about to do. I also didn't want the content of my food to be compromised by the hot sex that was about to happen.
After I was done (and paid for the meal, I'm not an asshole), I went to the bathroom and turned myself invisible. I came out, made sure not to bump into anyone, and snuck my way to the girls' changing room. There were three girls there: Christy, Raven (a black girl with a fit body), and—lucky me!—Brittany. (Brittany, you may recall, was the girl whose appearance I "borrowed" when I was forced to work here.) All three wore panties (pink for Brittany, black for the other two); Brittany was in the process of stuffing her big boobs in a slightly undersized bra while the other two were checking their makeup side by side in a large mirror, tits out and not the least bit embarrassed about it.
I started with Brittany and threw a pinch of faerie dust at her face and chest. While the magic settled in, I tossed more faerie dust at the butts of the two other girls. I settled myself in a remote corner where they'd have no chance of bumping into me (I've seen enough movies about invisible people mishaps to know better), then watched the show unfold.
It was Brittany who got affected first. The early signs were innocent enough. She licked her lips and glanced at the other girls to see if they were paying any attention to her—no they weren't. She was obviously proud of her big (fake) boobs and obviously enjoyed touching them. She fondled her tits discreetly at first, then more vigorously. Too impatient to remove her bra, she pulled it up and freed her glorious orbs, squealing a little at the sight of her erect nipples. She pinched and massaged them, growling with pleasure at their sensitivity.
The noises she was now making would normally have attracted the attention of the other girls, but they were otherwise occupied with their own predicament. Christy had put down her lipstick and was tugging at her panties. Her tits were heaving with every deep breath she was taking. Next to her, Raven was caressing her boobs with her makeup brush while her other hand was already in her panties, obviously playing with her clit. Christy noticed her and shook her head, fighting the effects of the faerie dust.
"Raven..." she said hesitantly, "what are you doing?"
Raven turned to her, dropped her brush, and pushed Christy against the nearest wall.
"Let me show you what I'm doing," the black beauty said.
She pulled Christy's panties aside and slipped an already-lubricated finger inside the white girl's slit. Christy gasped and closed her eyes, no longer able to fight the sensations flooding her brain.
"Ah yeah!" she said. "Oh, fuck, that's good!"
From my angle, I couldn't quite see what was going on, but it looked like Raven's clever fingers were playing a symphony on Christy's clit. The white girl was running her hands through her hair, eyes closed, knees slightly bent, hips pumping against the devilish hand inside her. Raven was using her other hand to finger herself, presenting her ass to me in a manner that was almost an open invitation for anal sex.
A mere five feet from them, Brittany was now sitting on a small bench, knees spread wide, fingers inside her wet slit. She'd thrown away her panties (which had landed near me) and was now masturbating frantically with two hands. While the two other girls looked fairly wet, Brittany was in a class all her own. There was already a puddle on the bench between her legs and she was dripping more fluids than the other two combined. Her face was an exquisite combination of class and unbridled lust. I particularly loved the way her arms pushed her ample tits together, creating a wonderful cleavage and thrusting her nipples outward.
At this point, the girls were so far gone in their world of sexual fantasies that it felt safe for me to get out of my hideout. I'd be able to get a better view, maybe even take a few photos—no one would notice or care.
By now, Christy and Raven were sitting on the floor, limbs entangled while they kissed and fingered each other. They growled and mewled with frantic energy, intent on only one thing: cumming their brains out. It didn't sound like they were too far from it.
It was Brittany who came first. When it hit her, the orgasm shook her like a leaf and she fell off her bench. She thrashed about the floor, flailing her limbs, her hips bucking furiously. Her boobs wobbled and flopped freely with every spasm that wrecked her slutty body. Eyes shut, she wailed with pleasure until the orgasm finally let her go. She lay to her side, breathing heavily, her fingers gently caressing her oversensitive clit.
The other two came soon after, and their climaxes were equally powerful. It turns out Raven is a heavy squirter and Christy is a furious screamer. The two collapsed together when they were done.
The whole ordeal had lasted only three or four minutes, and it's no doubt thanks to the loud music in the restaurant that no one heard them or came to their "rescue." I was about to leave when I heard Brittany's voice.
"I hope you girls saved some of those pussies for me," she said. "I'm in a mood."
Christy looked up and saw Brittany approach them on all fours.
"Yeah," she said, "I'm in a mood too."
And so began Round 2 of their debauched lovemaking. I decided to stick around a little longer. I might visit the kitchen after this—I remember the chef's assistant was particularly pretty and might be in need of a good docking.
I also decided I'd visit a local strip club later tonight. I'll be exhausted at work tomorrow, but I think it'll be more than worth it.
--Jaycee
Comments
Jaycee Knight
Self control is admittedly easier when you live with four faeries and a walking sex doll that make sure you have at least a dozen mind-blowing orgasms (often in public) every week.
A Man with Joe Name
You have more self control than I do. I wouldn't have been able to just be on the sidelines like that. but yes, this is a very valid reason to be tired at work tomorrow.
