Tanya turned her head to look at the rough, four day old growth of beard, the oily skin, the stained shirt, and everything else about the clerk. She closed her eyes and willed herself as hard as she could to not hear what he was about to say.
"Come around the counter and suck my dick."
Tanya's mind exploded in anger as she felt her legs take her to the battered low door that separated the customers from the cashiers. She looked at him with a rage she never knew existed in herself. She dropped to her knees in front of him as he untied the drawstring to his track pants. "Someday, I'm going to cave your skull in with a baseball bat you sonuvabitch!" she said, as she opened her mouth for his cock.
"Try it, someday." he said with a smirk. She grinned as she felt the command slide into her brain. She knew then, as soon as she found a bat, she'd be back to do exacty that.
Tanya slid her smooth mouth over its length. It wasn't as bad as the hobo cock she had just tasted, but it was certainly not the most pleasant thing she had put in her mouth. She slid her tongue along the pulsing veins along the shaft and teased his uncircumcized hood back to flick the shaft. He ran a dirty hand through her red hair as he ground his menber into her face. "You are good at this, devotchka." he said as he closed his eyes.
A customer walked in and grabbed a bottle of gin. He was so out of it that he either didn't realize what he was seeing behind the counter or didn't care. "How much?" he mumbled. The clerk scowled. "Its on the fucking house you dumb shit!" as he started to thrust into Tanya's face. His hands grabbed a handful of hair as he started to slam his cock down her throat.
She heard him building up to it before it happened. She clamped her eyes shut and waited as he thick, pulsing cock started spewing. Thick ropes of cum shot deep in her throat, nearly gagging her as he stabbed into her mouth before burying himself to let his twitching member leak the remainder of his jism into her mouth.
He let her go. Tanya fell backwards, propping herself up on her hands. The gypsy's granddaughter laughed from the counter. "Good job, my dear. You look like you've got some practice in since the curse has taken effect."
Tanya glared at her. A thick ropelet of cum fell from her chin to her heaving chest. "Stick a whiskey bottle in your ass, you evil bitch!" she screamed.
The woman winced. Her eyes narrowed. Tanya held her breath as she saw the girl walk to the whiskey shelf and grab a bottle. She put her hand to her mouth when she saw the girl pull her flowing skirt up to reveal amazingly shaped dancer's legs and bend over. The look a pain and bitterness in her eyes matched Tanya's own. Tanya watched as she pushed the neck of the whiskey bottle into herself, unlubricated, inch by excruciating inch. Her "date" just smiled wickedly.
"So, she put the curse on you too..." Tanya said, grinning as she saw the exotic beauty work the last inch of the bottle's neck inside of her. |