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The old-fashioned bell over the street door jingled, proclaiming the arrival of a customer, and the Printer felt an anticipatory quickening of his pulse. His wife, seated at the desk next to the curtained doorway, drew the curtain back and looked into the little shop in front.

"It's those two," his wife said, soaking the word "those" with contempt but confirming his precognition. "I'll take care of it." It: not them. She passed through the curtain into the shop.

The Printer wiped his hands clean with benzine and followed, his appearance in the shop earning a disapproving frown from his wife.

As soon as he appeared, the customers, those two, the lively little Redhead and the cool and winsome Brunette, turned their attention, their questions, their business to him. His wife ceased to exist. No wonder she couldn't stand them.

He could stand them. He very much liked them. They were good customers. He would have liked them if they had not been customers.

The Brunette owned a little boutique specializing in unusual Native American and Meso-American crafts and jewelry. Whenever she made a special purchase or had a sale she came in to have announcements printed to send to her customers. She knew exactly what she wanted and brought the necessary artwork, correctly prepared for reproduction, but she was also flexible enough to ask for his suggestions, many of which she accepted. Once or twice she'd requested a re-do, but he never charged her extra, for he agreed with her and admired her perfectionism. In the end, the mailers always came out looking like her: precise, cleanly designed, uncluttered, to the point.

The Redhead, her occasional part-time helper, was more talkative and less attentive than the Brunette, quicker to form and state opinions, quicker to lose interest, less focused, more curious about everything else in the shop.

The two women were friends and probably had been friends for a long time: they had that way about them, a way of exchanging communicative glances and knowing what each other thought and liked. Each, independent of the other, was sexy -- the Brunette cool, the Redhead hot, the Brunette perfectly, simply wardrobed, the Rehead funky in colorful peasant costumes or vintage clothing, the Brunette a little elusive, a package to be unwrapped and discovered, the Redhead a coquette, leaving nothing undisclosed -- but their free and easy rapport made them collectively sexier than the sum of their independently sexy parts.

"... soft alpaca from Peru," the Brunette was saying, explaining the problem of this mailer: the color photograph of the shawl blanket failed to capture the principal virtue of the knit, its softness. "Feel it," the Redhead said, extending a folded blanket she'd brought along and touching it to the side of the Printer's face.

"Soft," said the Printer, embarrassed, casting a quick glance at his excluded wife standing alongside. Catching the exchanged glances, the Redhead extended the blanket to the Printer's wife, as if to offer her a feel, too. His wife unceremoniously declined, excused herself, and withdrew behind the curtain to the back room.

The Printer offered a solution: to print the word "soft' four times taller than the other words, but in a pale grey hue that suggested softness.

The Brunette complimented him on the solution, filled out the necessary order form, and checked the copy while the Redhead draped the shawl around her shoulders and examined her reflection in the glass window. She reached under the shawl and slid the shoulder straps of her peasant blouse down so she could see how the shawl looked and felt over her shoulders and breasts.

"It is soft," said the Redhead. "Did you feel how soft?" she asked the Brunette. "Feel." She took the Brunette's hand and rubbed the back of it against the knitted fabric over her breast. "Just came in," the Redhead explained to the Printer, and smiled her bright, red-mouthed, white-teeth smile. "Softer than cashmere."

The Redhead always flirted. The Brunette never did, though she often unknowingly set up the Redhead's double-entendres. "This is very nicely done," the Brunette might say about a printing job. "I'd like to be very nicely done," the Redhead might reply with a needy frown, then smile.

The Printer told the women the job would be ready next week on Wednesday, after four o'clock. When they departed the Printer returned to the print shop in back. His wife slammed her ledger book closed, the slamming a statement.

"They're good customers," said the Printer.

His wife smiled with disdain. She was a good wife and businesswoman and the Printer loved her, but she couldn't handle the overt sexuality that the lively Redhead and winsome Brunette flaunted. They made her feel even more old fashioned than she was.

"Married women," he added. "Mothers with children."

His wife smiled more broadly, skeptical, a so-what smile. As far as she was concerned marriage and motherhood didn't stop certain women from being tramps.

The clock on the wall chimed four times. The Printer's wife slammed the ledger onto the shelf. Four was her quitting time. He stayed until six - later when there was a lot of work. "Don't be late," his wife said as she left. "You don't have to give them priority."

"I won't," he said, and then went to work on the women's job. He worked on it into the evening, anxious to make it perfect.

They came in at four-twenty on Wednesday. While the cool and winsome Brunette checked the proof, examining it carefully for typos, the lively little Redhead asked if she might use the toilet. The Printer directed her to it, in the back.

The Brunette finished her examination, complimented the Printer on the quality of the job, and asked when the mailers would be ready. Since there were no changes, he need only push a button and start the press, he explained; he would send them over in the morning. Then they made small talk until they heard, from behind the curtain, a small, distressed "Oh, no."

The Printer and the Brunette looked at each other quizzically, then moved through the curtain to the print shop. They heard water running in the washroom. As they walked toward it, the Redhead stepped out.

She was naked above her waist.

"Nosy me," she said. "I was looking at what you were printing and leaned over and got ink on my blouse." She looked at her breasts, one of which was smeared with black printers' ink. "And here," she added, lifting the offended breast. Except for the smear, she had astonishingly white-skinned breasts, small but well-shaped with slightly oversized, rosyred nipples. "I tried to wash it, but it won't come off."

The Printer couldn't take his eyes from the prizes the Redhead unselfconsciously displayed.

"I guess water's no good for it," she said.

"No," the Printer said when he found his voice.

"How do I get it off?" the Redhead asked, holding up the ink-smeared breast and touching the gummy ink with her fingertips.

"Benzine," he said. "I'll get you some."

"Leave it to you," said the Brunette, walking past her friend and into the washroom. "You might as well throw this blouse away," she added from inside.

"Boy, am I dumb," said the Redhead.

The Printer returned to her, a can of benzine in one hand, a clean rag in the other. He doused the rag with liquid, extended it to the Redhead, who didn't take It. She stood in place, smiling pleasantly, extending her chest as if she expected the Printer to clean her breast for her.

Nothing would have pleased him more, but he was not at all confident that he was reading her right, and terrified that if he touched her she would cry out and have him arrested.

"Here, let me," said the reappearing Brunette, coming to his rescue. The Brunette took the saturated rag and as the Redhead held up her breast, the Brunette wiped off the ink with swirling, scrubbing motions that made gray spirals around the pretty white orb.

The Printer couldn't move. He stood paralyzed, close, watching, fascinated with the breast and the cleansing process unfolding before his eyes. Not only was he paralyzed; he was almost numb. Something was happening and he wasn't even aware of it until it was well under way. The Redhead's other hand -- the hand not holding a breast -- had turned outward; its fingers had crept under the crotch of his trousers and cupped his balls through the fabric. Not until the hand started sliding up the front of the pants, inscribing the shape of his erect cock, then gently squeezing it, was he sure it was there. He looked into the Redhead's eyes. She smiled broadly at him and raised her eyebrows, her expression knowing and impressed, as if saying, How nice, hard as a rock.

Then her expression changed, turned petulant: "It's starting to itch," she said.

"Yes," the Printer managed to say. "You need to wash it... with soap and water..."

"Show me?" the Redhead said.

The Brunette stepped back out of the way, and the Redhead, her hand still touching the Printer between his legs, backed into the washroom. Her hand was like a magnet, his cloth-covered cock like iron, and he followed.

Head spinning, cock straining, guided by his libido and certainly not by lucid thought, the Printer stood beside the Redhead in the washroom and turned on the tap. He put his hand under the running water, waiting for it to warm. The Brunette stood in the open door, watching, her expression as cool and intelligent as if she were examining his work -- which of course she was.

There were no washcloths in the bathroom, just rough brown paper towels.

"It burns," said the Redhead.

"Yes," said the Printer, applying himself to the job at hand. He cupped his hands, collected water in them, poured it on the Redhead's breast, splashing it on himself and her skirt as well. Then he picked up the soap, wet it under the tap, and drew soap circles on the exposed breast.

Was the zipper on his fly sliding down? It seemed to be, but the touch was so gentle, so measured that he couldn't be sure. The Printer swirled the soapbar all around the Redhead's breast, sudsing it until the black ink started dissolving into the suds.

Gently but surely, the Redhead's hand slipped into his unzipped pants and through the fly of his undershorts. As she slid her fingers under his balls, she made a barely audible, cheerful sound, something like humming though far less than a tune. He looked up from her breast and into her eyes: they twinkled with mischief. To acknowledge the moment, she lightly bounced his balls in her hand, her fingertips dancing beneath them.

The Printer tossed the soapbar into the sink, collected more water in one cupped hand, splashed it on the breast to wash away the suds and ink. He repeated this many times, one hand splashing fresh water onto the breast, the other wiping away the suds and dissolved ink. The Redhead's hand encircled his cock, gripped it definitively. The feather-touch stage was over. The Printer sighed.

As the Printer dried the Redhead's breast with paper towels, the Brunette's arms encircled him from behind; she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers. "Is all the soap off?" the Redhead asked. He nodded: yes. "Make sure," she said, sliding her fingers up and down along the cock they encircled. Make sure of what? the Printer wondered as the Brunette unbuttoned his shirt. A drop of liquid formed at the tip of his cock; the Redhead spread it with her thumb on the underside of his cock.

"Make sure it's clean?" the Redhead said again. "Please?"

The Printer could think of only one way to be sure. As the Brunette slid his shirt off, he lowered his head to the Redhead's breast and licked it, kissed it, tasted it. The Redhead's nipple puckered between his lips, and he drew more of the breast into his mouth, verifying its cleanness. The Redhead put her free hand on his head and pushed it to the other breast, which the Printer lavished with unbiased enthusiasm.

From behind him the Brunette pushed his pants down to his feet. He stepped out of them. When she slid off his undershorts the Printer instinctively started to turn his head to see the Brunette, but the Redhead held his face against her pretty little tits. "No no no no no," she said, "me me me me."

The Printer didn't insist on looking at the Brunette, though in the back of his mind he knew he considered the Brunette his ultimate prize. But understanding that whatever was going on was between the two women, and the two women and him, he had to take care of the Redhead first, so, abruptly, he pulled the Redhead's skirt down and off, gripped her by the hips, lifted her up and plunked her ass on the edge of the sink. He leaned over and kissed her belly, licked downward below her navel, pushed his face between her legs and lapped at her panty-covered pussy until his saliva and her moisture soaked the cotton and defined her channel.

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“Really?” she asks me with a curious smile. “That’s what some psychological studies have suggested”, I reply. A psychoanalytical suggestion that men are attracted to the female’s butt because it stands for the breasts seems to intrigue Allyson, my 19 years old Australian student. She is one of the most lively and vivacious girls amongst the 31 odds students from Italy, France, Chile, Argentina, US, India, Iran, Japan, Korea and Australia who are in the international graduate exchange programme...

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Playing With the Devil

We were at the mall killing time on a Saturday afternoon. She and I were hunting for a birthday gift for her mother and not having much luck finding anything. As we looked over the jewelry counter in Dillard’s one of the make-up girls asked Sandy if she wanted to be made up. Sandy was eighteen but forbidden by our religion and her strict parents to wear make-up. Even though we had known each other since kindergarten we were only friends, bonded by the church and the fact that we didn’t have...

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Dance With the Devil

"You sure you want me to do this?" Gabby Becket stood apprehensively in front of the full-length mirror mounted on her bedroom door. Her husband Dan laid a red cloak out on the bed and ran his palms across the surface so it was nice and smooth. "Of course I'm sure," Dan said. "Yours will be the best Halloween costume ever." Dan grinned. Gabby grinned as well. The truth was, this was her idea. She just couldn't believe Dan was so willing to go along with it. "Well, as...

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Christmas With the Devil

-The Satanic Bible *** Jolly old Saint Nicholas had one last job to do that evening. A job he dreaded. He stood at an iron door in the side of a mountain at the top of the world, lifting an old, rusted key from around his neck and wondering if he really had to go through with it. Maybe this year, just for once, he could skip this particular chore… But no. He shook his head, spilling snow from his crown of ivy. He was obligated to be charitable to everyone in need. And what...

4 years ago
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Sympathy for the Devil

In the barren wastelands stood a derelict castle, there was one tower that remained intact. A glow could be seen emanating from the tallest window, inside evil events were unfolding.The young diabolist who had taken up residence in the tower was about to conduct his first ever summoning. He had laid out the protective circle exactly as the ancient scroll had described, the sacrifices were prepared, and candles lit. All he had to do was complete the incantation and he would be making his first...

Monster Sex
2 years ago
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Have You Ever Danced with the Devil

Our eyes met from across the revelling Mardi Gras crowd. His eyes, revealed from beneath the half mask of leather he wore, were bright blue, deep, and dark with intensity. The mask, itself was red, double horned, and molded into the most sinister expression. Below the mask, the lower half of his face showed thin wine stained lips set into a wicked grin, framed by a golden goatee. For just that brief moment, his lusty thoughts were visible and it was even more apparent that I was the target of...

3 years ago
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Grimm Tales The Dancer and the Devil

‘Tell me again why I should let you tie me up like this, Jacob?’ Jacob gazed down at the object of his desire, his lips curving into a wicked grin. There was little doubt about the measure of luck he’d been gifted with. His wife was beautiful, and not just in his eyes. He’d overheard enough talk over a pint or three at the local pub to know she was the subject of much speculation, most of it lust fueled. And who could blame them? His gaze wandered over her body, only a thin white shift hiding...

3 years ago
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Allyson my sultry little aussie devil

“Really?” she asks me with a curious smile. “That’s what some psychological studies have suggested”, I reply. A psychoanalytical suggestion that men are attracted to the female’s butt because it stands for the breasts seems to intrigue Allyson, my 19 years old Australian student. She is one of the most lively and vivacious girls amongst the 31 odds students from Italy, France, Chile, Argentina, US, India, Iran, Japan, Korea and Australia who are in the international graduate exchange programme...

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Christmas With the Devil

“There is a beast in man that must be exercised, not exorcised.”-The Satanic Bible*It was Christmas Eve, and Jolly Old Saint Nicholas had one last job to do. A job he dreaded.He stood at an iron door in the side of a mountain at the top of the world, hesitating as he lifted a rusted key from around his neck. Did he really have to go through with it? Maybe this year, just for once, he could skip this last chore. Maybe everything would be better off if he just left well enough alone…But no.; he...

Supernatural
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The Devil

Jack awakens. The sun glares at his faces, making him recoil and groan, retreating back under his covers. It had been a long week for him at his melancholly bar Job, and was in need of a long, long lie in. But his body really didn't let him. In fact, his body was feeling much different this morning... much more built, bulky, firm? Perplexed, Jack flung his grey covers from his body, and his mouth gaped, as he laid eyes upon a finely toned, muscular body. Jack had been perpetually skinny and...

Fantasy
4 years ago
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Symptoms of the Devil

First of all let me say one thing, I am in no way making excuses for the way I’ve lived my life. We all have to take responsibility for the choices we make, and deal with the consequences. Let’s just say I was a bad guy, not an evil guy, just a bad guy. I didn’t start out that way mind you, I guess nobody does. You know how this story goes, smart kid born into a poor family, limited opportunities and lack of supervision. My mom wasn’t to blame for any of it, she was a hard worker that had to...

Fantasy
3 years ago
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Lust of a Devil

Sanjay, living in Vishakapatnam, (India) was one of the best cops of the city despite being an inspector. During the shooting at Bombay during Taj attacks of 2008, he managed to kill three of the 12 terrorists that almost converted the city into ruins but he was seriously injured. Fortunately, he went into coma for almost 19 months and woke up to know the grieving news of only remaining family's death during the terrorist attack when he was indulged in the combat. His beautiful wife was killed...

3 years ago
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Feeding the Devil

[That's my second story and the first that's is totally mine, so not base on a translation of a french sexual story. Even if i'm quite good in English, i'm not a native speaker so please be indulgent (if you want to make some corrections, just send me a message). For maximum immersion and optimal fun, i recommend to personalize all names. That's a quite ambitious story i want to create, it already have some different paths you can go in that would go to different content (if you use force, you...

2 years ago
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Dance with the Devil

It was morning in Manhattan, and Max Ridley was an incorrigible tease. The lithe, almost-eighteen brunette bit her full(but not puffy), M-shaped lips and smiled naughtily as she looked at the reflection of her nude figure in the mirror. With the exception of a few stretch marks around her thighs from her growth spurt a few years ago, her light, but not pale skin was otherwise perfect. She ran her hand through her head-framing, lopsided bob and brushed aside the difficult lock that always...

Fantasy
3 years ago
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A Deal With a Devil

The world before me was strange. There was nothing, pitch black darkness. Yet I felt like I wasn't alone. I walked for what seemed like days, and when I saw something in the distance I continued toward it. When I finally approached, I saw a sight I never before ever imagined... Her crimson eyes gazed down at me. She hovered above me, a good ten feet maybe. Her small frame no taller than 5'3, her breasts no greater than a B cup, they were small and petite. She wore a black miniskirt, and I could...

Fantasy
3 years ago
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Am I An Angel Or Devil

First let me tell you all about my family. My mom and dad loved each other. Both in my dad’s house and in my mom’s house their parents strongly opposed their love. So they eloped and got married. During that time my dad was working in a private organisation and my mom was a housekeeper. They just led their life happily with sufficient earnings. My mom got pregnant and I was born but the saddest thing is that my mom gave her life to me and passed away.After my mom passed away my dad was very...

4 years ago
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Sable The Red Sex Devil

Sable... i had known sable's face from around town and seeing her in the club some nights.So i knew she liked the BBC...she had a cute face, wore bright red lipstick, with full lips and a cheeky smile.she had say B or C cup tits a small waist and a nice round juicy DONK.we were friends on facebook but never spoke,she was in a relationship.but one day i went out to the club on my own,met someone i know and they took me over to her table and introduced me.there was two of them at the table but...

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Tiffany is Daddys Little Angel or is she a Devil

Tiffany was just for all general purposes your ordinary average teenage girl. She went to school, got good grades, liked hanging out at the mall on weekends, and was a fan of those dumb vampire movies. Often times she would put a streak of color in her hair only to find out that she was in trouble at school the next week for it. You'll find a dozen girls just like Tiffany at any mall every weekend around every corner. One thing however separates Tiffany from the rest of the crowd. Despite not...

Incest
2 years ago
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Horny Devil

Mike Harding was lost, he'd been stuck in the woods now for at least an hour, it was starting to get dark, the sun slipping down below the tree line casting long shadows as it descended. Mike was getting nervous, he looked at his watch, it was a little after 9. 00 pm his parents would be wondering where he was, especially his over protective mother, Sarah. Sarah looked up at the clock she'd just unpacked it from the boxes and put it on the wall, it had just gone 9. 00 pm and still her son...

3 years ago
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Nursing Angel or Horny Devil

The story I am about to relate took place some years ago. I had badly hurt my spine in a motoring accident, this led me to spend three weeks in hospital having a bone graft done, to prevent further damage to my spine. On my first day of the hospital stay, I met Nurse J. Johnson or Jo as she preferred to be called. She came to take all my details upon my arrival. Immediately I noticed her accent was not from London, in fact it sounded a lot like my own being from South Yorkshire, It turned out...

4 years ago
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Forced inc Date with the devil

Professor Jane Black - 30 something scholar. Jane is tall with a leggy figure. She has straight red hair, very large lips with high pronounced cheek bones. Her best feature is her fine ass and wide eyes. ( think Geena Davies etc) Tes -21 yr old student. She is miss sensible, long curly dirty blonde hair, waif slim with firm round butt and adequate tits. She's friendly and a bit sickly innocent (Think any goody goody high school babe, Sabrina, Sara M Gellar etc). Her best features are her...

4 years ago
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IntendedChapter 5 Reemerging to dance with the devil

With only the fading twilight and emerging stars lighting their way, darkness fell upon them just before the couple arrived at the settlement. The moment Sala and Jakal breached its borders, chaos erupted. As people ran about the Camp proclaiming their return, others streamed from dwellings and the Gathering Place, rushing forward and crowding around them. Virtually the entire Clan chattered at once. Because no one could hear their own words, they spoke ever louder until the air filled with...

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