Warning: dickgirls, demons and magic make a strong appearance in this story. If that's not something you're after, then move along.
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Charlene sighed as she sat at her desk, looking at the onscreen message from her father. She'd had plans to draw things out, to tease and have fun with Jardin, Debbie and Wanda but it was apparently not to be. Her father's plans had moved faster than either of them had anticipated so they were calling a halt to their operation here and moving on. Her hope was that the three models had enjoyed their time here enough to want to come with them.
A knock at her door made her look up and call for her visitor to enter.
"Oh, hello girls. I was just thinking of you," she said as Jardin, Debbie and Wanda walked in.
"We are wondering, Charlene," Jardin said in her light French accent, "if we might speak with you."
"Of course, take a seat," she said, indicating the large couch in front of her desk. She stood and walked around the front of it, leaning her pert ass against it as the three models sat on the couch. "Actually, I needed to talk to you as well so this is quite fortunate. You first, though."
The three of them looked at each other before Debbie spoke up in her clipped British tones.
"We were talking this morning about how we all - - first met you and - - and when it happened."
"And?"
"Well, we were all thousands of miles apart - - I was in England, Jardin in New York and Wanda in LA - - but you met us all on the same day at roughly the same time. Which - - which is impossible."
"That would be unusual. Anything else unusual about when we met?"
"Something - - something happened when we shook your hand."
"And what did happen?" Charlene asked, reaching up and toying with one of the buttons on her blouse, the sheer white silk stretched tight across her huge tits.
"Each of us had a - - a vision of you - - having - - having sex with us," Debbie said, blushing slightly.
"Really?" Charlene said with a broad grin. "And what was I doing to you all?"
"You were - - you were - - " Debbie faltered and fell silent.
"You were fucking us with a big strap-on," Wanda blurted out.
"Uh-huh. And did you like it?" Charlene said, looking at each of them in turn, grinning as they all nodded shyly. "And would you like me to do that to you now?" she asked, popping a couple of buttons on her shirt, exposing more of her impressive cleavage. "Would you like me to shove a big cock inside you, one after the other?"
All three watched transfixed as she undid more and more buttons, her silk blouse falling open, her huge, fake tits encased in a black lace bra that pushed them up and together forming a deep, dark, inviting cleavage.
"Fuck yes," Wanda said quietly, reaching up and cupping her own tits through her T-shirt.
"But - - how could you be - - in three places at once?" Jardin asked, trying desperately to remember the reason they were there.
"Because I'm not human," Charlene said, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor, standing before them in her bra, black lace hold up stockings and a tiny black G-string. "My father and I are magical creatures - - demons, I suppose you'd call us - - and we have powers that you can only dream of. But," she paused and pulled aside her underwear, sliding two fingers into her sopping, hairless pussy as the other women stared enraptured. "Mmmmm - - fuck - - ahhhh, yeah," she sighed, gently stroking at her clit. "But you can enjoy them, too - - mmmmm - - if you'd like to join us,"