Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 07

And then this beautiful hunk of white temptation just crossed her path, catching her and Morgan at work, and Patrice was forced to act. Forced to use her hot body to subdue the married man. Forced to shove her big tits in his face and let him avail himself in her massive black breasts until their work was done. Forced to lock lips with this fine hunk of man and feel up his thick, barely-clothed cock... God, it felt big. Why did he have to be so big? She knew she had a job to do, but god damn... he was so hot! And she was so fucking horny... fuck, she was horny. She knew it would set her way behind schedule, but she couldn't think straight. She couldn't stop herself. She needed this. She'd earned this. She had to keep going.

And besides... it wouldn't be the first time she had a bit of fun on her Christmas route...

For Frank, he couldn't help but fall even deeper into this. Sucking and squeezing on her huge black boobs was an amazing sensation that he couldn't get enough of, feelings that energized the animal part of his brain that was currently at the forefront, running the show. Sucking, licking, and nibbling at her hard nipples was so fucking hot to him, and groping her big jugs only added to the lust he was feeling. The soft, succulent flesh was absolute perfection. He was still riding the wave of lust, so when she pulled him up from her saliva-coated tits to bring his lips to hers, he melted right into it, making out with this woman he barely knew. A woman who was decidedly not his wife. Who couldn't be more different than his wife, quite frankly. Lips parted, mouths open, he couldn't resist meeting her tongue with his, sliding against hers, dueling for control, a duel he was destined to lose. As they swapped spit, their lips mashed against each other's, her plump, smooth, pillow-like lips feeling amazing against his. It was the hottest, most lustful kiss he'd ever experienced, consuming his full attention. Well, most of it, as he still couldn't get enough of her big black tits, his hands still busily squeezing and feeling them up.

So, by the time Patrice reached down and began massaging his throbbing married dick through his pants, he was so far along the wave of lust that he couldn't possibly object. It felt so fucking good, and that was all that mattered. This contact, even through his thin pants, sent rocket bolts of lust straight to the pleasure centers of his brain, the same parts that were currently in control of his actions, pulling him deeper under her spell.

Morgan watched this fierce, nasty make-out session awkwardly for a few moments before announcing her presence to her boss.

"Patrice..." Morgan said timidly. At this, Patrice pulled her lips from Frank's. Frank was still so deep in the pool of lust that he kept at it, kissing down her jaw and sucking at her neck and squeezing Patrice's big tits as her attention turned to the blonde. "Patrice, I'm done. We should get going..." she said, not wanting her boss to get too distracted.

"Morgan," Patrice began, biting her lower lip as the married man sucked on her neck. "Get down on your knees."

"What?" Morgan asked, confused. Weren't they about to leave?

"I want you to get on your knees and suck his dick for me," Patrice ordered her young trainee, giving her a very unprofessional command.

"What?" the blonde asked again, eyes scrunched up in misunderstanding. Wait, this was for real? Not just a distraction? Patrice was actually super into this nasty, slutty encounter? Morgan couldn't believe it. With Morgan watching, Patrice slid her hand into the married man's thin pajama pants, wrapping her slim fingers around the base of the Frank's cock, the contact enough to send a jolt of lust through the married man. She then tugged on his thick, eight-and-a-half-inch weapon, scooping it over the hem of his pants, exposing it to both of their gazes for the first time.

Both took in the sight with wide eyes. Not only was he lengthy, but he was really thick too. So fucking thick. Patrice couldn't get her fingers around his thickness. And in this state, with all this stimulus, he was throbbing hard, his dick pulsing between Patrice's fingers. Long, and stretched tight, with a big swollen head, adorned with swollen veins. It was a monster. And that wasn't even adding in his large, impressive balls, swimming with cum, swinging beneath his pillar in his mouth-watering sack. Both girls were momentarily awestruck.

"Damn..." Patrice sighed, looking at the huge cock in her hand, feeling its power in her palm. "That's a concealed fucking weapon!" She began stroking his big, swollen prick, making his knees shudder in pleasure. But he kept at it, licking and sucking at her neck. "What do you think, Morgan?"

"It's..." the blonde began, absolutely transfixed. "It's amazing..." she sighed, nipples twisting into bullets. Even more than her boss, she'd kept her mind on the task at hand, but now, with that monster exposed to her... responsibility was forgotten. She had suppressed her basest urges this entire time, but seeing as Patrice had succumbed to the heat of the moment, Morgan realized there was nothing holding her back. Her mouth was watering, and her mind was racing as she revealed the truth. "I love it."

"Well, if you love it so much, you should get on your knees and start sucking it," Patrice dared her, stroking his engorged cock, making him groan into her neck. Yet, even with permission, Morgan didn't move.

"Are you sure?" she asked, nervous yet licking her lips, never taking her eyes from the married man's cock.

"Hon," Patrice began as she jacked the married man off. "Christmas ain't Christmas unless you reward yourself too! We work hard for an entire year... we deserve to get a good deep dicking as a reward, don't we? This is the biggest lesson I can teach you. The stuff that usually takes a few years for us elves to pick up on. And that lesson is... don't be afraid to keep your eye out for any prime candidates for fucking on your Christmas runs in the future. And if the opportunity presents itself... take it!" she said firmly, jacking off Frank's pre-cum coated cock. "Old Agatha would cast us out for this, for fornication with men on the list, especially the ones on the nice list, but trust me... Beatrice wants us to be getting laid. She might not come out and say it, but that's why she sends girls like us out on Christmas. She wants us to spread the good word of Christmas, and if that involves spreading our legs, it's all the better. And besides... if you come across a fine-ass white boy with a dick like this..." she said, squeezing his meaty pole for emphasis. "You drop everything you're doing and hop on board. Ride it for all it's worth. Trust me, hon... we have time. We won't get in trouble. Don't be nervous. And don't even try to pretend you haven't sucked a dick before. With that body, and, uh... knowing you, I bet you've had a lot of dick in your mouth. So... don't hold back! Get your knees and suck his big dick!"

That was all the permission Morgan needed. Almost leaping forward, she slid down onto her knees, wrapped her own hand around the base of Frank's thick weapon, and inhaled two-thirds of his swollen pole into her eager mouth on one go, her Santa hat falling off her head and landing on the floor as she did so.

"Ohhhhh..." Frank groaned, pulling his mouth from Patrice's neck, sighing with pleasure at this hungry mouth wrapped around his thick cock. Denise did suck his dick, but not often, and it was always slow and methodical. She never attacked his weapon with fervor like Morgan did, swallowing his thick meat, taking it down her tight throat. "Ahhhh! Fuck!" He rested the side of his head against Patrice's bare shoulder as he took in this new pleasure.

"You like that?" Patrice purred to the married man. "You like how that little slut sucks your cock?"

"Yes..." he sighed in breathless pleasure.

"Better than your wife does it?" Patrice asked.

"Oh God... Yes!" he admitted loudly. "She does this so much better than Denise! Holy shit!" Patrice maintained her grip on his thick cock, one thumb and finger gripping the base. At first, Morgan was also holding onto his dick as she sucked him, but she removed her hold on him, grabbing his thighs with her hands to forced herself deeper onto his lengthy dick. She was choking on his married cock, her heated spit coating it as she inhaled it sloppily, so much so that it was soon coating Patrice's fingers.

Morgan was truly excellent at sucking dick. Attacking it with fervor, taking it smoothly into her mouth and down her throat on every go. Her tongue was a whirlwind around his shaft, coating it with spit, massaging every inch of it. At times, it felt like her tongue was almost serpent-like, coiling around his shaft. And her plump, soft lips would close around his thick pole, forming a tight seal around him as she sucked his cock. She kept attacking his married dick, her huge, exposed breasts shaking as she did so.

"Holy God..." Frank sighed, his head rolling in pleasure, his arms hanging from his sides. He had never felt anything like this. Denise was the only girl he'd ever had sex with, and while he'd always been satisfied with her... this... this was on another level. Better than pretty much any sexual pleasure he'd ever experienced. And this was just a blowjob by a trainee. This hadn't even gotten to the good stuff yet.

Patrice took advantage of his state, grabbing him by the chin and pulling him back in for another lip-smacking kiss. Once their lips were locked, she reached down to grab his wrists, pulling them back up against her big, bouncy jugs again. He was so worn down that she dominated this kiss, open mouth against his, forcing her tongue down his throat. He was practically swallowing her spit he was so overwhelmed by this juicy kiss. And his palms never left her boobs, squeezing them roughly as he tried to withstand this pleasure.

Morgan was getting deeper and deeper on his pole, nearly swallowing it up to base every time. His cock was fucking coated with her spit at this point. She released her hold on his thighs as she heaved her face forward into his crotch. As she did this, she shrugged off her practically useless top, and once that was done, she reached up and cupped his smooth, swaying, spit-covered balls, massaging them lightly. Frank moaned into Patrice's mouth.

Finally, Patrice pulled away from Frank's eager, searching mouth and put her hand on Morgan's forehead, urging her back. At this, she relented, letting his massive pillar slide out from her tight throat, his shaft a gooey, saliva-coated mess. Her lips were swollen, her mouth was panting, and her eyes were glazed over with lust.

"Oh my God!" she panted. Wiping her mouth, clearing the bands of saliva, she looked up at Patrice, looking past the married man's massive, stone hard dong.

"Here..." Patrice began, grabbing the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and off, exposing his fit torso to her hungry eyes. And with his pants effectively useless, considering his big hard married cock was hanging out of it, Patrice reached down and tugged them down, letting them fall to his feet, leaving him completely naked in front of her. "Lay down baby..." Patrice urged the married man, putting her hands on his shoulders, guiding him towards the floor.

Frank's mind still registered that neither of these two women were his wife. It still registered that this was wrong and he was about to fully cheat on her with these two. But these concerns were so in the background of his mind that they didn't cause even the slightest pause in his actions. His animal brain was in control, and that part of him was so consumed by lust and so eager for more immaculate pleasure with these two that he didn't hesitate to comply, laying down on the carpeted floor near the couch, his face near their feet.

"Jesus..." Patrice sighed, looking down at the hunky married man lying down in front of her, completely naked, his fit body exposed, his taut, masculine flesh calling out to her. But what really called out to her was that big married cock of his. It had never looked as huge as it did right now, standing out like a tower of thick, meaty dick. It was harder than it had ever been before, as hard as steel, throbbing in the air, calling out for some loving attention. And he was about to get it.

"Okay," Patrice sighed, pulling off her top and tossing it away, never looking away from the married man's dick. "I'm gonna take care of this, and you..." she said, pointing at his cock before looking at Morgan. "You try out that talented mouth of his by taking a firm seat on his face."

Frank lifted his head and looked down as Patrice walked over and got down on her knees between his legs. His big, swollen dick pointed up at her, shining with Morgan's saliva, pulsing with need, the head angry and throbbing. This position made her huge black breasts hang down, swaying in the air as she leaned forward. His eyes went wide as her huge tits got in position above his crotch, hovering over his aching, needy prick. She then looked up at him.

"Hon, you've needed this more than you would ever know..." Patrice purred, kneeling above Frank's dick. Reaching up, she palmed her own breasts and pulled them apart, exposing the smooth, dark, silky flesh deep in her cleavage, flesh that so few got the blessing to see. Pulling her tits apart to create a space big enough for his dick to fill, she then leaned down and let his swollen, spit-covered cock occupy the crevasse between her massive tits, not letting his married cock make the slightest bit of contact with her soft, succulent breast-flesh. She held her tits in place on either side of his throbbing pillar, poised to attack, before looking up at him, holding his gaze for a long heated moment. Then, with him watching, she pressed her huge black boobs together, smothering his lengthy shaft in an avalanche of silky soft, luscious tit-flesh.

"Ohhh... shit!" he sighed in pained pleasure, his massive, thick weapon completely smothered between her enormous black tits. Complete, overwhelming softness, covering every square inch of his throbbing prick, overwhelming him in pleasure. Her massive, squishy boobs, pressed firmly around his rock hard cock... it was heaven. "Holy shit! Fuck..." he groaned, his head falling back, resting on the floor. And it was just in time, because as he did, Morgan was making her move.

No longer wanting to fight with her tight skirt anymore, she pulled it to her waist, exposing her juicy, thong-clad rear end. As perfectly tanned as the rest of her, her ass was truly fantastic. Round, and firm, her perfectly formed, heart-shaped ass was built to be showcased, not contained.

Morgan then stood over Frank's face. As she kneeled and moved down to her knees, she reached down and pulled her red thong to the side, revealing her bare, shaved cunt to Frank's eyes. Getting into place, poised above his face, she began lowering herself down. Frank looked up into his very near future, and he couldn't help but lick his lips. As she got closer, a bead of her juices leaked from her snatch, falling down into his waiting mouth. Finally, her ass landed on his chin, and her eager cunt ended up pressed into his waiting mouth.

"Mmphh!" he moaned as his mouthed mashed against her soaked pussy, her juices immediately meeting his tongue. This sudden act may have put off the normal Frank, but this Frank, the animal Frank... he was driven into immediate action, extending his tongue and savagely attacking the blonde Elf's wicked cunt.

"Oh my God! Fuck..." Morgan sighed. Frank's tongue was delving into her waiting pussy, gathering her juices onto his tongue as his tongue ran along the inner walls of her cunt. She ground against his active mouth as he ate her out. His tongue kept at it, gathering the tasty fluids from deep inside her before teasing her plump outer lips, running his tongue along them before teasing her hard clit.

Frank was getting pleasure from two ends. Up top, he was eating out Morgan. And down below, he had Patrice squeezing her huge black tits around his swollen cock. As he got into eating out the blonde on top of him, Patrice began bouncing her breasts along his impressive length. Running the luscious, silky skin of her giant black tits along his long, white dick, she was amazed by its size. Most of the dicks she'd taken between her tits would disappear between her massive jugs, but not Frank's. Even with the flesh of her perfect tits smothering the base of his thick weapon, the throbbing, angry head of his dick would emerge from the top. As she bounced her giant boobs along his length, scrubbing her silky soft flesh against his big dick, pleasuring it, making him throb even harder, she would lean down and slurp on the head of his cock when it emerged, using her plump lips and talented tongue to drive him crazy.

"You like that, baby? You like the way that dick feels buried between my big tits?" Patrice purred, looking up at the married man, who's face was buried in her blonde friend's cunt.

"Mmmmphhh!" He groaned in pleasure as he ate out Morgan.

"Fuck, oh my God!" Morgan squealed in delight. The lips of her cunt splayed around the married man's mouth as she ground into him.

While Frank was greatly enjoying the lust and nastiness of eating this busty blonde, it was the sensation of his cock between Patrice's massive udders that was really making him squirm in pleasure. Such indescribable, endless softness smothering his big dick. He couldn't stop from humping up into her cleavage, fucking her big tits in just the way that she had boasted he wanted to. The perfect, immaculate succulence of her cavernous cleavage was irresistible. He couldn't resist driving his cock between her tits over and over again, aching to feel the soft, smooth black flesh covering every inch of his married cock. This was amazing, better than anything he'd ever felt. And he meant it. Anything. Nothing he had done sexually with Denise had ever felt this good. And it wasn't just sexually... nothing he had done in life compared to this level of pleasure and satisfaction. No amount of love and emotional fulfillment he'd ever experienced in his life with anyone compared to the feeling of sliding his big, hard dick between this black woman's massive tits.

This was almost as enjoyable of an experience for Patrice as well. Bent over on the floor, kneeling between his legs, with her big, round thong-clad ass hanging out of her skirt, she was presenting a lewd sight as she moved her upper half up and down, fucking his cock with her big tits. Even though she couldn't see his face, she could feel him pushing past any reluctance he might be feeling. He was fully committing to this indecent act, shamelessly humping up into her tits as if he wanted nothing else in the world more. His wife didn't matter. His family didn't matter. All that mattered was the pleasure her huge black tits could give him. She could feel how positively throbbing his big dick was, even more than before.

She kept squeezing her fleshy jugs around his pulsing shaft, tit-fucking him, driving him crazy with pleasure. His cock was such a perfect fit in the crevasse between her big tits that she considered whether they were meant to do this. Still soaked with Morgan's spit, plus a smattering of the black woman's titty-sweat, the lubed-up pole was smoothly pistoning through Patrice's soft, fuckable cleavage. As he did this, she would keep sucking on the tip every chance she got, taking the bead of pre-cum that gathered there onto her tongue, and these beads kept getting bigger and bigger. And at the same time, his cock was getting harder and harder, and somehow even bigger. Combined that with the way he was groaning, it was clear he was about to pop, and Patrice couldn't have that. Not yet.