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Mr. Magpie - Part 1 of 7
🕑 Added 2022-04-21 00:40:40 +0000 UTCThe Seven Secrets of Mr. Magpie
Part One – Sorrow
Sunday mornings were usually the time I hated the most, but this particular Sunday morning was even worse than normal, because I was out in my driveway, trying to clean puke out of my car. I'd left it in the driveway for the night. My house was up in the high hills of San Jose, and while that meant the house was worth quite a bit of money, it was the only damn asset I had in the world, beyond the car.
My 2014 Honda Civic was the thing I'd bought with the bonus I'd gotten from Arcadia Games after we'd shipped Blackweather Bastards, a third-person action-adventure game that had gone on to sell three million copies. A month after we'd shipped it, they'd given us all large bonuses. Five months after that, they'd laid every single fucking one of us off, claiming the sequel was going to be done by a team in the Phillipines, and now that we'd put the basic formula together, we were 'redundant.'
I'd been a 3D modeler, rigger and animator for Arcadia Games, but 2014 was the year when everything crashed, and a dozen videogame studios in the Bay area went tits up, and the market for talent was over saturated and people were hiring talent for pennies on the dollar. So, despite the fact that I was incredibly talented and had one of the best portfolios in the business, there was shit all for me to do, because no one wanted my services at a rate that would let me continue to get by, or they wanted me to move half-way across the country, to make half of what I'd been making before.
So to make ends meet, I'd taken up driving for Uber, using my Honda Civic as the only asset I had to make money. I was mostly driving the weekend shift, hauling mindless twenty-somethings up to the city, or downtown, then back home again when they're shitfaced beyond what anyone can tolerate. There's surge pricing that's supposed to make up for it, but then, from time to time, things would go sideways and I'd get stuck holding the bag.
Last night, the last group of passengers I'd picked up had been incredibly dodgy, but the surge pricing had been high, and I hoped I could get them home fast enough that it wasn't going to go south. I couldn't have been more wrong, because half-way through the forty-minute drive, one of them had blown chunks all over my back seat, and because they'd had the window down and didn't understand how airflow worked, it had blasted all over the back window and even gotten into my speaker grills. It was fucking horrible.
That wasn't even the worst of it.
“Mr. Magpie!” the voice of my neighbor, Mrs. Choi, said to me, walking from her driveway to mine. There was a large moving truck parked in her driveway, and men were heading into her house. “Mr. Magpie, whatsoever are you doing to your car?”
My name's Rafael Corvis. My family is from some combination of Italy, Turkey, Greece and any other Mediterranean country you can think of, which means I have dark enough skin for people to think I'm Persian. My last name means crow, which means my lovely old neighbor Mrs. Choi calls me...
“Mr. Magpie!” she said, stepping over to look into my car, shaking her head. “What has happened here?”
“Some kids puked all over the back of my car last night while I was driving for Uber, Mrs. Choi,” I sighed.
“Does not this Uber company pay you for this sort of thing?” she said. Mrs. Choi was an Asian woman in what had to be her seventies or eighties. She was well dressed, but had a slight hunch to her, although she refused to use a cane, even though she probably needed it. She also had the thickest glasses I'd ever seen on a real person before. “It is a horrible business you are part of. I know it is not your fault. You are simply unlucky, Mr. Magpie.”
“Uber bills the passengers for some of it, but they're only billed like a hundred bucks, and it costs at least a couple hundred to get a good detailing job, and it's money out of my pocket, so instead I'm here on a Sunday morning cleaning all the shit out of my car.”
“You do not deserve this horrible mistreatment, Mr. Magpie.” She leaned her head into the backseat of my car, and suddenly reeled her head back in horror. “How much have these children been drinking? It reeks of hooch and death in there. These children are awful people.”
“You don't know the half of it, Mrs. Choi,” I said with a sigh.
“Tell me, Mr. Magpie. You must tell me.”
I clenched my hand into a fist around the sponge, crushing it in my hand before forcibly letting out a deep breath. I didn't want to tell her, I didn't want her to know how awful people can be when they're drunk, but for some reason, I felt compelled to tell her. “The fucking punk called me a... he called me a sand n-word.”
Mrs. Choi looked aghast, raising a hand to her mouth. “This is unacceptable.”
I glanced back over my shoulder, seeing the men starting to carry things out of her house, loading them onto the truck. “Mrs. Choi, I would've helped you pack things up,” I told her. “You should've told me you were leaving. Decided you just didn't want to stay up here after Mr. Choi died last year?”
She waved a hand in my direction. “When he passed, there was nothing left for me here, so I am moving in with my granddaughter down south. Too many ghosts walking these hills for my liking. I know the ghosts like you, Mr. Magpie, but I am a walker of the old ways, and those of us who keep secrets do not do well in the hills.”
“Still, I could've helped you get things squared away, Mrs. Choi.”
She laughed at that, looking at me with a soft smile. “I cannot believe you, Mr. Magpie. Even when you have vomit on your hands and a mess at your feet, you are still volunteering to help others by doing more work you do not have to do... I do not understand how you can be so dogged and relentless with even more labor when you have... all of this.”
I smiled at her softly. “I liked you as a neighbor, Mrs. Choi. You and Mr. Choi were always nice to me, even when you didn't have to be. You could've kept to yourselves, like the Wilsons on the other side...”
“Fah!” Mrs. Choi scoffed. “Edgar and Janet Wilson are a pair of reclusive pensioners who are afraid anyone under the age of 60 is a hippie or a drug addict or both. They liked your grandfather, Arturo, the one who left you the house, but they were afraid you were too young for the neighborhood. But I liked how you reached out to me and my husband when you moved in, how you were trying to do everything you could to make the transition easy on us. You never had loud parties, you never brought your drama out onto our street. You were a very good neighbor, Mr. Magpie, and you do not deserve all the misery life has given to you.”
I shrugged a little bit, tucking some of my feathery black hair behind one of my ears. “This is the life I live, Mrs. Choi. Not really much I can do about it, as far as I know.”
“Well, Mr. Magpie, you have not been living up to your name, so before I go, I am going to help you,” she said, walking closer to him. “Give me your hand, Mr. Magpie.”
“I don't know that...”
“Your hand, Mr. Magpie,” she said to me in a tone that made it clear I was not to argue with her. I had only heard that tone a few times from her in the four years since I'd moved into the house, and it wasn't one I liked hearing.
“Okay, Mrs. Choi.” I dropped the sponge into the bucket of water, shook my hand to get the water droplets off it, then extended it out to her.
Her old, wrinkled fingers curled around my wrist and fingers, one hand holding onto my arm, the other onto the hand itself. Her voice grew quiet and I had to listen carefully to hear what she was saying beneath her breath. “One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told.”
There was a feeling of electricity racing up my arm as the words left her mouth, like I was holding onto a live wire, or one of those old carnival arcade endurance tests. You ever see those things? The “hold on for as long as you can” volt-o-matic or whatever.
When she released my arm, I felt a rush tingle up it before it dissipated, as I looked up at her. “What... what just happened?”
Mrs. Choi smiled at me, almost smiled through me, in a way that I found more than a little unsettling. “I have given you seven secrets, Mr. Magpie, seven secret ways and paths that will bring your karma back into alignment. You were surrounded by seven demons of pain and suffering, and I have shooed them away and replaced them with seven secrets to... course correct for you. You have helped so many others in your time,” she sighed. “You deserve to have someone help you. So I have done this. These secrets, they will expire in time, and I hope that will be enough to keep the ghosts of the hills from bothering you. If not, well, they are only ghosts, and the worst they are capable of is only the worst you are capable of doing to yourself. You will be fine. Better than fine. You will find your life returning to a good place once more.”
“How will I know what these secrets are, Mrs. Choi?”
She laughed, a laugh as old as time and as powerful a hurricane wind. “My dear Mr. Magpie, you would not be able to miss them for all the world. Thank you again for all you have done for me over the years,” she said, moving to hug me. “This does not even our ledger, but perhaps it puts me most of the way out of the red. Take care of yourself, Mr. Magpie. And enjoy seeing your karma finally return from the pits it has been cast into.”
I tried to get her to tell me more about this, or anything, but she simply laughed it off, changing the subject to her, her granddaughter or the state of my car before the movers came over to ask her to come and tell her whether some things needed to be loaded or were to remain with the house.
My work on the car continued for at least another hour, trying everything I could to get every last bit of vomit cleaned up, but it took me another half an hour to pry off the grills on my speakers so I could spend fifteen minutes cleaning out the speakers themselves.
I didn't even notice Mrs. Choi driving off, although I did see the truck take off after her, the “For Sale” sign sitting on the lawn. In the coming days, I'd find out she didn't leave a change of address form with the post office, and that I didn't know where her granddaughter lived other than 'down south.' That could've been as close as Santa Cruz or as far as San Diego or anywhere in-between.
California is too long.
There isn't much for an Uber driver to do on Sunday if you aren't doing the walk-of-shame drive homes from people who've hooked up with someone they don't want to talk to in the morning, and I lost all of that time cleaning, disinfecting and trying to get the fucking smell out of my car, using enough Fabreeze that my car reeked of piña coladas,
I didn't know what else to do other than let the car sort of naturally air itself out, and I figured I'd just start in again on Monday morning, doing the commuters in the morning and the evening, a bunch of people taking a digital carpool to their jobs up the peninsula or to a BART station because they didn't want to leave their precious Beamers at the parking lot for day.
For the next few hours, I spent just puttering away on my computer, building a new model, getting it textured and rigged. It was a mecha like the Gundams I'd grown up watching, and Arcadia Games had been just starting to do concept and prototypes for new projects when they'd laid us off a year or so ago. I'd decided to keep fiddling with some of the ideas I'd been playing with back then. I was just starting to do preliminary animation with it when there was a knock at the door.
I so didn't want to answer it but the knocking continued and continued, and eventually I decided I just couldn't ignore it any longer, so I got up and walked out of the bedroom I'd converted into my little workspace studio, down the hall and opened my front door to the shock of a lifetime.
Standing on my front porch was the asshole who'd thrown up in my car last night, dressed in a hoodie with an Oxford College patch on it and track pants, but I could see there was someone behind him, despite his tall frame blocking most of my doorway. His name was Alistair. “Hey, you're Raff right? I don't even remember a bit of what happened last night, but apparently I threw up in your car?” Now that he was sober, I could tell he had a British accent layered in his voice. Proper London posh, I thought. It made me hate him even more. “I'm, ah, I'm here to make restitution for my poor actions, and to try and compensate for the sorrow I brought you last night.”
I wanted to punch this fucking prick in the face right now, but I had a thousand questions running through my head, not the least of which was how the fuck did he find out where I lived? There was supposed to be a layer of removal between Uber passengers and Uber drivers. There was no fucking way for him to know where I was.
“Well, they billed you a cleaning fee for the car,” I told him.
“It wasn't even as much as one of my bloody handkerchiefs,” he said. “That isn't proper. It's embarrassing. Can we come in? We... we want to make this right.”
I still didn't know who was standing behind him, but the look on this guy's face said he wasn't going to leave until we'd seen this through to the end, so I stepped back, giving a shrug. “C'mon in, I guess,” I said, walking from the entryway over towards the living room just off to the side.
Alistair moved in first and walking in directly behind him were two young women, both of whom had been with him last night. The shorter of the two girls was a Chinese girl dressed in high fashion, looking like she was preparing to walk a runway in front of cameras more than having a conversation with someone, a loose red silk blouse, a black leather skirt and leather thigh high boots. The taller of the two was a redhead, dressed very similar to Alistair, a zip-up hoodie and a pair of black track pants.
The Chinese girl had seemed so hideously embarrassed by Alistair's behavior last night that she'd tried to apologize for him, but she hadn't given me a cash tip or anything, even after he'd thrown up all over the back of my car. She, naturally, had been sitting up front, so she hadn't gotten almost any puke on her tight red dress that had put her sizable tits out on front street.
“Hey, Raff,” the Chinese girl said to me. “I'm Madi. I don't think I introduced myself last night. This is Alistair's sister, Saffron.”
“Hey,” the redhead said, trying not to keep eye contact for long. She was cute, in her early twenties, with lots of freckles all over her face, sky blue eyes looking down at her hands. Last night, she'd been in the back with Alistair, and she'd also been throwing up, although she'd managed to get at least some of it into a bag she'd brought with her. Last night she'd been dolled up in a little cocktail dress designed to draw the eye to any one of her considerable assets, from her slender thighs to her toned ass to her ample bosom, all of which seemed like they were also covered in freckles.
I moved to sit down in my armchair, and the three of them took the couch, Alistair on one end, Saffron on the other with Madi in the middle. “So why are you here?”
“When...” Madi started, then stopped then started again. “When Alistair called you... when he said what he said last night, I fucking dumped his ass.” Madi was gorgeous, a sort of frilly top that showed plenty of cleavage, and a pair of black leather shorts. “I had to dump him all over again this morning when he woke up, because he was fucking blackout drunk when he said it, but the fact that he said it at all, that he even thought it at all, that's so fucking sketch I can't even fucking handle it.”
“I want to–”
“Shut the fuck up, Alistair,” Madi said to him, shoving a finger in his face. “Don't you think you've fucking said more than enough, motherfucker?”
“Sorry,” Alistair mumbled.
“So, he needs to learn some fucking humility, so he's gonna have to get punished, and I don't mean, like, some minor shit, I mean some major fucking abuse and shame,” Madi said. “That's what I'm gonna do. That's what she's gonna do.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I said. This whole thing was strange, especially the way Saffron kept fidgeting, and how Alistair's expression read like he was unwilling to do or say anything unless he was told to do so.
Madi sighed and stood up, reaching across Alistair to extend her hand out to Saffron, helping her to her feet. “For the next seven months, we are your girls,” she said, extending a hand towards him before closing her fingers in, those long nails of hers clicking a little as they got together. “No, that's not entirely accurate. I'm your girl, and she,” she said, gesturing to Saffron, “is your plaything.”
“Excuse me?”
Saffron unzipped her top and slipped it off, tossing it aside, revealing she didn't have anything on underneath it, her perky tits dusted with loads of freckles, her small nipples a rosy shade of pink, her skin pale and almost completely untouched by the sun. Then she kicked off her shoes and pushed her pants down to her ankles, exposing the rest of her body, a small, neatly trimmed garden of burnished copper curls over her pussy.
“Any time you want someone to fuck, you can call me,” Madi said, “you can call her, or you can call both of us, and we will come running.” She licked her lips, a wicked smile widening on her face. “And no matter which of us you call, this asshole,” she said, gesturing to Alistair, “is going to have to come and watch.”
I glanced over at Alistair, whose face had turned a dark shade of red, almost matching his sister's bush, but he didn't speak. No one had asked him to.
“Alistair doesn't learn until something's shoved in his face, so he's going to watch you have your way with either or even both of us,” Madi said. “And we're two different flavors, because we want you to have all the options you need and deserve. If you want someone who's going to be your equal in the sex, you should look to me. If you want someone who's just something for you to shove your dick into, you should look to Saffron. I'm the girlfriend experience. She's going to be a good little fucktoy, a sweaty, sticky fuckhole cum catcher, aren't you Saff?”
“Yes ma'am,” Saffron said, folding her arms behind her back, to make sure I had an unobstructed view of her entire body, keeping her legs partially apart, another deliberate choice in her posture.
“I don't–”
Madi moved over to me and put her fingertip to my lips, shushing me. “You think this is all some kind of joke, don't you? Some kind of dare or something?”
I nodded at her.
“Well, it's not. It's... it's a balancing of the scales, a setting right of horrible wrongs. Not just the wrongs he inflicted on you, but all the other people he's hurt since him and his sister showed up here three years ago. They've been a right pair of twats, and they need to settle their debts. Hers aren't anywhere near as bad as his are, but they're still rather atrocious. So by using her, degrading her, debasing her, treating her as a series of holes for you to fill with your cum, you'd actually be doing her a favor. With this much karmic horror in her ledger, she'd be an absolutely fright if you let her walk out of here.”
Mrs. Choi had been talking about her ledger just a few hours ago, and for a moment, I wondered if this was related to what she'd said to me.
“And you agree with her?” I said to Saffron.
Her voice had this weird mix of posh English and vaguely Scottish undertones. “Aye, sir. I've been a right cunt, and I need someone to abuse me like I have been abusive to others,” she said, looking down at me, trying to lean in, as if to make her tits hang a little more, to draw my eyes to her supple flesh. “She hasn't even told you the worst of it...”
“The worst of it?”
“Well,” Madi said, as she started to unbutton her blouse. “She's not even legally old enough to drink in this country, so she was drunk illegally last night. She's only nineteen, but she just flashes her UK passport around and the bouncers 'round here don't even think to check her. She's not even a UK citizen anymore, since their parents emigrated with them here to the states.” She tossed her blouse aside, no bra on to keep her firm tits in check. They were large and curvy, and I had to suspect they were enhanced, especially on Madi's relatively slim figure.
Saffron moved closer and dropped down onto her knees, her hands reaching up to rest on my thighs. “May your little cum guzzler suck upon your cock, Master?” She looked up at me with those imploring blue eyes. “She desperately wants to begin working on her redemption.”
Alistair had turned his eyes away, and Madi caught that out of the corner of her eye as she stomped over in her leather boots to reach out and slap him with a hard crack, his cheek flushing in flaring pain. “Don't you dare take your eyes off of this, you little fucking weasel,” she hissed at him. “You're lucky this sorrowful secret is being kept behind closed doors.”
Wait, I thought to myself. Sorrow? Secret?
No. Fucking. Way.
What the actual fuck, Mrs. Choi? What have you gotten me into?
“Sorry, Madi,” Alistair said in his effete English accent.
She slapped his other cheek, this time even harder. “You don't apologize to me, you fucking worthless sack of shit! You apologize to him!” Her fingertips grabbed his chin and lifted his head up to turn his eyes towards me.
“My sincerest apologies, Mr. Corvis,” he said, his voice cracking a little. “I will not look away again, no matter how difficult it becomes to watch.”
“I'm...” Saffron said quietly, “I'm a rather good cock sucker, sire. Let me show you how I can begin fixing my ledger.” She nuzzled her face along the inside of my thigh, slowly bringing her pale freckled slender fingers up to my waist, unbuttoning my jeans, unzipping them. She licked her lips as she reached into my boxers, and when she pulled out my cock, I could audibly hear her gasp a little bit. “You have such a beautiful cock, sir,” she purred at me. “I cannae help myself.”
She started to wrap her lips around the head of my swollen dick, the erotic sights in front of me impossible to stay soft, her tongue gently painting saliva over my skin, flicking a droplet of precum into her mouth. But while she seemed to want to start soft, Madi had other plans.
“She's a cum guzzling slag, Mr. Corvis,” Madi said, grabbing a fistful of Saffron's red hair in her fingers, before forcing the girl's face down onto my cock until I could feel the tip of it bracing its way into her throat, a slightly panicked coughing noise fluffing around my shaft before Madi pulled Saffron's face back and off my cock. “Say thank you for the dick, whore,” Madi said, keeping Saffron's eyes pointed up at me.
There were tears streaking down her cheeks, but her tongue was hanging out, and the expression she had on was one of erotic delirium, not pain or sorrow, as she licked at her lips before trying to nod at me, as much as Madi's hand in her hair would let her. “Thank you, Master,” she panted. “She loves being facefucked until you get your fill of gglllckkkk!”
Madi shoved Saffron's face back down onto my shaft once more, and gestured with her other hand for me to take over holding the teenager's red mane. My hands grabbed onto either side of her head, and pushed her face down onto my cock, making sure she was coughing a little each time, but Saffron was clinging onto my thighs, not trying to push herself off my dick, but almost giving me encouraging squeezes, as if to reassure me that I wasn't doing anything she didn't want me to.
“You like seeing your sister being a good little cocksucking whore, Alistair?” Madi said over to him. “You think I ever forgot you called me 'Saffi' that one time when you were drunk? She doesn't want you, you utter prick. I don't want you anymore either,” she said as she unzipped the skirt and let it drop to the floor, showing she didn't have on any panties beneath, her snatch completely shaven bare.
“I'm sorry, Madi,” Alistair said.
“Yeah,” Madi sneered. “You are. You totally are. You are a sorry excuse for a man. Worthless. Useless.”
Saffron was doing most of the work at this point, and I was mostly just pushing her head down for show, as she was giving me probably the best blowjob of my life, her fingertips cradling and trawling along my nutsack, a wicked little sensation I'd never really had before.
“You swallow most of what he gives you, Saffi, but you better not swallow all of it, because you're gonna gimme some,” Madi commanded, as Saffi nodded in affirmation.
It was the sort of thing I wanted to savor and delight in, but my body was just unaccustomed to this much attention being paid to it. My head started to lean back a little bit, trying to focus, trying to prolong the moment, but I knew I wasn't going to last.
Madi stepped behind my chair, pressing her tits against the back of my head before she slowly tilted my head down. “Open your eyes, Mr. Corvis,” she purred at me. “I want you to see this little teenage fuckhole's face when she finally starts erasing some of the red from her ledger. Doesn't she look pretty? Go on, flood the whore's throat.” Madi slid one of her hands down my chest and started raking her fingernails up along my shirt. “Give the slag some cum to savor.”
Saffron's big blue eyes were looking up at me with as much desperation and eagerness as she could get in them, her tongue swirling over the head of my cock, as both of my hands lifted from her head and grabbed onto the armrests of my chair, clenching on them as I started to spew hot cum into Saffron's mouth, my toes curling hard in my leather work shoes. The redhead began to shiver and I thought I heard some sound like spilling water, but it was impossible to discern clearly in my compromised mental state.
I could hear Alistair groan a little, as Saffron hummed happily on my shaft, swallowing the first couple of spurts before keeping the third one in her mouth, slowly popping her lips off my dick, keeping her lips pressed together as she turned her head up, looking at Madi, standing behind me.
Saffron moved to stand, and I could see the insides of her thighs were glistening and wet. Madi stepped around from behind me and then crouched down a little, the thigh high boots having three inch heels in them, making her much taller than the redhead. Once the two were around on even level, Madi grabbed Saffron's hair and pulled her lips to her own, kissing her fiercely, her tongue sliding into Saffron's mouth, making sure to get whatever was left of my cum that Saffron had kept for her, Madi even moaning into the kiss, her legs shaking just a little.
Eventually, the two girls broke from their kiss, as Madi licked her own lips, making sure there wasn't any of my cum lost to her. “Mmmm... we were lezzing it up even before I broke up with you, Alistair. I think I realized early on I was much more into her than I was into you, but I figured if I broke up with you, you'd try and cut her out of my life.”
“You're right, Madi,” Alistair said, his face pained. “I would've.”
Saffron giggled, reaching up to tap on Madi's shoulder before pointing at the floor where she'd been kneeling just seconds before. “Look at the mess I made when I came,” she said, giddily. “The way he was face fucking me made me squirt.”
Holy shit, had she really cum just from sucking my cock? I looked down and there was a small clear puddle on my wood floor between my feet, glistening in the light.
“Oh I know just what to do with that,” Madi said. “C'mon, Mr. Corvis, get up. You're just getting started.” She pulled me to my feet, making sure I didn't step in the pool of girlcum. My pants and boxers were around my midthigh, which made it a little harder to walk, but Madi and Saffron made sure to keep me balanced. “Alistair, get over there and lick that up.”
Alistair's face turned an even darker shade of crimson than I thought the human body capable of. “You can't possibly be serious.”
“Do you want me to ask him to tell you to do it?” A look of fear and shock crossed the young man's face, as he slowly stood up, shaking his head in Madi's direction. “Down on your fucking hands and knees, you horrid shit. I want you to crawl over there and lick up every drop of that mess.”
Alistair shivered in fear, but he dropped down to his knees and then began to crawl across my floor before he lowered his face down and began to lick at the splash on my wood floor.
“That's it, asshole. Tongue bath that dirty fucking floor just for a taste of Saffi's gash, the only taste you're ever going to fucking get, you sicko.” Madi and Saffron led me across the room towards the couch that he'd just been sitting in. “Now, blowjobs are great and all, but I think it's time you raw dog your little teenage fucktoy, don't you?” Madi leaned in and whispered into my ear. “She's on the pill, so it's okay, but I don't know if Alistair knows that or not,” she said quietly before nibbling on my earlobe. “I won't tell if you won't.”
Saffron moved to grab one of the footstools in front of the couch, a wide rectangle that had been one of the pieces of furniture my grandfather had left me with the house that I'd actually kept. I'd never really known what they were for, but seeing Saffron position herself, I wondered what kind of kinky shit my poppop had gotten up to over his life, because it seemed like this footstool was made for this. She slid up onto her knees on the edge of it, and placed her hands down before shifting to move down onto her elbows, looking back over her shoulder at me. “How's this, sir?”
“Mmmm...” Madi said to me. “You'll be able to really slam fuck the little cunt like she deserves with her like this. You better leave her with a sore pussy or I'm going to be disappointed. I want her to be walking funny for days. Here, let me see your phone.” She made a grabby hand gesture at me as I crouched down to slide my hand into the pocket of my jeans, fishing my cellphone out, holding it up to my face to unlock it before holding it out to her. Once she took the phone from my hand, she grabbed my wrist, and brought it down to rub my fingers across her shaven snatch. I couldn't help myself and pushed my middle finger up into her pussy, seeing her quiver in delight, before it slid out and she brought my hand up to my lips, so I could taste her cunt on my fingertip. “Just a reminder, that's yours too,” she giggled before she pulled away, stepping around to the other side of the footstool. “C'mon, Saff, if you want him to do it, you gotta sell it.”
Alistair had finished licking up the floor, so he moved to sit in the chair just in time to see his sister looking back over her shoulder at me, a needy little whimper slipping from her lips. “Please, sir. I want you fuck me like a good little slag. I want to feel you breaking my cunt. I want you to plow my pussy so hard I'm having to force myself not to fall over. Make my fucking tits swing beneath me, sir. Slap my ass until it's as red as my minge. Rearrange my guts. Stuff me full of your spunk until it's dribbling down my whorish thighs. Split me open and mark your slut, daddy,” she purred. “Show my scumfuck brother how a real man fucks a bitch that belongs to him.”
Madi moved to point my phone at Saffron, snapping pictures with my phone's camera. “That's it, sir. Adjust her karma by taking your fill from her cunt.”
The height of the footstool was perfect and I only had to widen my stance a little extra to line up perfectly with Saffron's fire furred pussy pointed back at me. I lifted my hand and spanked her ass with a loud crack, and she only moaned eagerly back at me. With my cock positioned correctly, I pushed forward and slid my cock as deep as I could into her tiny tight twat, feeling her clenched snugly around me. Her fingertips clenched onto the edge of the footstool, gripping it fiercely as a whorish moan melted out of her throat.
“Oh fuck yes yes yes fuck fuck fuck fuck that's a big cock oh fuck I'm such a full fucking slut it feels like it's in my fucking belly Jesus fucking Christ that such a good dick fuck me fuck me fuck me...” she started hissing frantically. She was easily the tightest pussy I'd ever been inside, and it almost felt like her body was having to adjust to accommodate me, even though I'd never thought of myself as having that big of a dick. I kept one hand on the small of her back, to sort of keep her in place.
I pulled back, gave another slap to her ass and pushed forward once more, before I felt her begin to shiver chaotically.
“Fuck fuck I'm cumming I'm cumming,” she spat, “I'm fucking cumming already what the fuck is happening to me oh fuck I'm such a whore I'm such a whore oh fuck I don't deserve to feel this good, I'm such a fucking slag cumming cumming cumming!!!” Her voice got higher and higher before devolving into a high-pitched squeal that shrieked through the air as I felt her tighten and vice grip around my prick, giving me no room to push or pull, just merely filling her as the orgasm clawed through her like it was rending her soul from her body, even after only a minute or two's worth of actual fucking.
After the orgasm finished, she collapsed, her shoulders falling as she face planted on the footstool, her body tilting her knees keeping her lifted up only by proxy that she hadn't tipped over yet, because the girl was clearly unconscious, having momentarily blacked out from the orgasm, as Madi licked her lips, having captured the whole thing on my camera's phone.
“I think you short-circuited your Saffi slut, sir,” Madi said to me devilishly, rubbing her thighs together. “Which means I guess I'll have to take over.”
I slowly slipped my still stiff cock out of Saffron's snatch, both of my hands holding onto her hips so she didn't topple over, sliding her down onto her belly safely after I was no longer inside of her, a maniacal little giggle coming from her pale body. “Christ on a pogo stick,” Saffron whispered. “I think I touched God, and she said unto me, 'You are one lucky bitch that I went with this instead of pain.'” She giggled almost terrifyingly at that.
Madi moved to sit me down on the couch, pushing me to sit on one side, an armrest beneath my left arm. She crouched down and gestured for me to lift my legs. Once I did, she removed my shoes, then my socks, pants and boxers, setting them all aside. “No no, Saffi, that's going to be my job today. You see, back when your brother and I were dating, there was one thing he always wanted to try, but I always told him no.”
“You wouldn't,” Alistair said, terror on his face.
“I would and I will,” Madi said to him, finishing getting my clothes put neatly on a nearby table. “He paid for these tits,” she said, turning to face me. “He wanted bigger, but I didn't want to have to get spinal surgery in a few years, so this is as big as I would take. I think he hoped that if he gave me these,” she said, hefting her own breasts, “that I would let him do what I'm about to let you do.”
“Madi, no,” Alistair said. “Don't do–”
“Shut the fuck up, Alistair,” she yelled. “In fact, you know what? I want you to jerk off while you're watching this, but you can't fucking cum, you hear me, shitbag?”
“Madi–”
“Did you fucking hear me?”
Alistair sighed, looking defeated and crestfallen. “Yes Madi.”
“You deserve so much worse than this anyway, asshole,” she snarled at him, as she moved to straddle my thighs, facing away from me. She moved to lay atop me, her back on my chest, as she reached one hand up to run her fingertips through my fine black hair, clawing her fingernails against my scalp, while her other hand reached to grab my right hand, lifting it up to lay it atop one of her tits. “Give it a squeeze. Feel what he paid for and is never going to fucking get to touch again.”
Whoever her surgeon was, he'd done good work, as the flesh was soft and pliant to the touch. I'd dated a girl with a bad boob job several years ago, and they'd always felt immobile and almost inflexible. Madi's felt remarkably natural, and if she hadn't told me they were enhanced, I doubt I would have ever known.
She forced my hand downward and brought it to rest against her pussy, her fingertips atop mine using my hand to caress her cunt, rubbing down against it. “You're gonna have to enjoy this pleasure another day, sir, but whenever you want it, my cunt belongs to you, for the next seven months. It'll be our little secret, never to be told.”
Sitting in the chair I'd been sat in only minutes ago, I saw that Alistair had unbuttoned his slacks and fished out his cock, and was stroking it slowly, although his face was ashen white, clearly knowing where this was going when I didn't.
“It's a good thing Saffi slicked up your dick so much,” Madi said, leaning forward so that she could reach and grab my cock. “Are you watching, Alistair? I want you to get a good look as Mr. Corvis... as my Master is slowly pushing his cock up,” she said, rubbing my cock across her pussy before slowly dragging it downward as it dawned on me where this was heading, “into my tight, Asian, virginal ass...”
On the last word, she pressed the tip of my dick right against her asshole, and I could feel it was slick, so she'd been rubbing either her own juices or some lube against it when I wasn't looking, and the mushroom head of my circumsized cock popped through that tight anal ring, as she let out a loud roar of overwhelming pleasure and pain running together, her tan skin suddenly blossoming in a wash of goosebumps, as she clenched for a moment before letting out a tiny little yip sound.
She held there, only the first inch of so of my cock lodged up her back door before she finally relaxed enough to start sliding further down it, moving to push herself further and further onto it as she leaned back more, finally lifting her legs up, grabbing my hands to make me hold onto the backs of her thighs, keeping her legs spread wide and lifted high.
“You feel so fucking good in my ass,” Madi said quietly to me. “I want to ask you to go slow, but I'm yours and you get to decide what we do. For the next seven months, your word is law. If you want to take it tender, I will coo and say thank you, but if you want to rip open my unexplored ass on your monster cock, I won't be mad, and I won't say no...”
“We can take it slow,” I said to her, realizing I hadn't spoken in minutes.
Madi moaned appreciatively at me. “Thank you, Master, thank you thank you thank you... but you'd better cum in my ass at the end of this... I won't let you take it out of my shitpipe until you do... Now that I'm doing this, I wanna do all of this...”
Both of Madi's hands were reaching up to play with my hair, and both of my hands were holding onto her thighs, so it came as a bit of a shock when I felt fingertips toying with my balls, but I glanced over and saw that Saffron had rolled onto her back on the footstool and had one hand playing with my plums.
“When I first hooked up with your sister, Alistair,” Madi moaned, “she told me all the shit you said about me behind my back. How I was a 'two-for-one deal' because I was both Chinese and American. How you were using me to scratch your 'yellow fever,' you racist fuck. And I went along with it, to my inconsolable shame, because you spent so much money on me. That made me your whore and I was so afraid to go back to my little life without the money, but after last night, I wouldn't fuck you again for all the money in the fucking world. And you're gonna have to spend seven months watching me get fucked in all the ways you wanted to fuck me.”
Saffron's thumb rolled over one of my nuts and I felt Madison tense up a little as I could feel Saffron's other hand pushing a few fingers into Madi's exposed pussy, curling them up to hit that ultra-sensitive zone inside her cunt.
“Every twisted deranged fucking thing you wanted to do with me,” the Asian girl continued, “I'm gonna do with him. You remember how you wanted me to drag out my old school uniform from Mercy High? The navy and gray plaid skirt and the button-up shirt? I'm gonna wear it over here next time, and I'm gonna be the perfect little schoolgirl slut for him while you're watching uselessly in your fucking corner of shame.”
As she talked, she was starting to bounce up and down on my cock, feeling it grease in and out of her rosebud with no slight effort, her words punctuated by moans and whimpers, pain and pleasure all mixed into one overwhelming brew bubbling up inside of her body.
“I'm gonna call him Mister Corvis and give him the perfect schoolgirl/teacher fantasy, and make sure he blows a load in each and every fucking hole on my body,” she groaned. “And I'm gonna be certain that the last load of that day is blown all over my fucking face while you watch. Then I'm gonna take your phone and take a picture of me like that, cheeks dripping spunk like a dirty whore, so you never fucking forget what you lost, you piece of shiiiiiitnnnnggghhhh!”
Madi turned her head and kissed me hard, whining into my mouth as her tongue desperately tried to cling to mine, mashing her lips against mine like I held the breath of life.
“Do it, do it daddy, you gotta blow that hot load up my tight young innocent untouched ass, be the first man, the only man to stuff my butt full of spunk full of hot steamy fucking daddy cream please please please let me take that sorrow and please please fucking cum!”
She started spasming and quaking, with the rhythmic clenching of her sphincter giving me no chance at all to resist her, and for the second time that morning, I found myself blasting endless waves of jizz into some girl whose last name I didn't even know.
The orgasm was so intense, my eyes tilted toward my brain and I trembled along with her before eventually the waves of ecstasy subsided and rolled back into the fog, as I realized I'd stopped breathing and started once more, drawing in lungfuls of air before exhaling them again. Madi laughed, demented and psychotic, turning her head again to kiss me once more, but this time much more gently and tenderly.
“Thank you for beginning to accept our apologies for the sorrow we've brought upon you, Mr. Corvis. For the next seven months, whenever you want this, any of this, it's yours. And we're going to make sure we're here at least once a week, so you better pick a day for that now,” Madi purred at me. “All three of us.”
Saffron slipped her fingers out of Madi's pussy and brought them up to smear them on the Asian girl's lips before standing up, glancing over at her brother. “The fuckwit actually followed the rules,” the redhead said to her friend.
Madi slowly pulled herself up and off my cock with a wet slurping sound, a tiny toot of air escaping to make both girls giggle, as Saffron helped Madi to her feet. The two girls walked over towards Alistair, who had his hard cock in his hand, still slowly jerking it, as if he went too fast, the thing might just go off.
“Take your hand off it, shithead,” Madi scolded, as Alistair complied. Then Madi clapped her hands on either side of it, bringing them together in a hard smack on both sides of the man's prick. I saw him wince hard, coughing as the pain rushed through him. “You don't get to cum at all anywhere any time for the next seven months, unless its accidental and you're asleep, and you'd better pray that doesn't happen because if it does, you are going to suck every droplet of your own spunk that you can from your pajamas and sheets.”
Saffron started pulling on her clothes again, a shy smile on her face as she lifted the fingers that had been cradling my balls up to her lips, licking them clean before tugging on her hoodie. “This could've been so much worse, Madi,” Saffron said to her.
“You got that right, Saff,” Madison said, scooping up my phone once more, pointing it at my face before swiping so she could unlock it. Then she typed at the iPhone for a minute or so before tossing it to me. “There you go. I'm under Madi (GFE) and she's under Saffron (FS), just in case you forget. I called both of us so we've got your number as well.”
“Thanks?”
Madison shook her head, leaning down to kiss me one more time. “Thank you, Mr. Corvis. You could've been much meaner about all of this, because we literally can't tell you no, to anything. After the seven months, we'll change our phone numbers and never see you again, but you can keep all the pictures, a memento of our time together. Our little secret, never to be told.”
Mrs. Choi, I thought, I don't know whether to be angry or eternally grateful, but the one thing I am definitely...
...is shocked.
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Rick Shirer
Wow........that was great!!!
