The Coffee Date Ep. 04

Mark sat in the driver's seat of Sarah's SUV; Sarah sat next to him in the passenger seat. She always insisted they take her car when they drove places; Mark suspected she liked seeing him drive her car, and he had to admit it was much nicer than his hatchback that he'd had since college. They sat parked in the far, empty reaches of the lot of the flea market they'd just visited. The ignition was on so they could run the A/C; the hottest day of the summer was no time for environmentalism.

Sarah, Mark's co-worker-turned-sex-slave was brushing her hair, humming softly to herself, while Mark spoke on the phone to Amber, his coffee-date-turned-sex-slave. Mark didn't love thinking of them that way, but he also reasoned that he would have a hard time finding two people on the planet who fit that description better. Their own words were that they 'lived to serve' him, 'were made for his pleasure', that their purpose was to 'suck and fuck and pleasure and be used by him whenever he desired'. Again-

their

words. Amber was particularly adept at dirty talk, but they both swore up and down that every word was true.

And it was more than sex; they cooked for him, kept his apartment clean. They were even helping him keep his personal goals like exercising more and reading all those books he told himself he wanted to read. It had been just shy of three weeks since that fateful Sunday morning when Amber had caught him at the coffee shop near his apartment, and changed his life. He didn't really want to give that up.

But it felt like the right thing to do-- to at least

try

to free them from this spell.

Mark didn't really understand it himself, but on the first occasion when he'd met Amber, on a random sunday before her sun rose and set in his pants, he'd poured her a cup of coffee from the pot behind the counter into her own conspicuous mug, and accidentally triggered some sort of magical mind-slave sorcery in the process. 'Sorcery' was the term he'd kept calling it in his mind. He had hoped that giving it a suitably evil-sounding name would keep him from admitting to himself how much he liked having them around, how happy he was, how happy he thought

they

were.

Mark was torn. Divided. He was half-hoped he wouldn't find what he was looking for here, and felt half-ashamed of that fact.

"Sarah and I asked around for hours, babe. A few people recognize you from the photo I showed them. You...uhh...tend to leave an impression," Mark smiled, picturing the gaggle of men whose eyes would flock to her like ducks to breadcrumbs; her perfect ass swaying hypnotically under a tight cotton garment just barely large enough to fit the legal definition of 'shorts', her breasts barely contained under a similarly small top that left her midrift exposed. She would have been hard to forget. "But nobody remembers that old man you told me about or his stall of wares. The administration said no one like that had had permission to sell here all summer. One guy swore up and down he remembered the face of every vendor for the last 20 years and knew everyone's name."

Mark paused a moment, "I'm at a loss, babe; your man's a ghost."

Amber had told Mark where she'd gotten this strange, apparently enchanted, coffee mug; though it had taken a direct order from him, which he usually didn't have to give. Amber repeatedly assured him she did not want to go back to her old life. He was out here now with Sarah more than 2 weeks after Amber had told him this was the flea market where she'd bought it because whenever he'd brought up coming out here to investigate it, she would sit in his lap and massage him with her ass, or pour water down the front of her shirt, or Sarah's shirt or get on her knees and beg for Mark's 'yummy cock' until well past the point only someone abandoned by their sanity would deny her, or--well, she had ways of changing the subject. In fact, she did all those things, and more, all the time, Mark truly believed she enjoyed it. Enjoyed him. Mark didn't doubt that both she and Sarah were sincere; if not this was the most elaborate joke he'd ever heard of. But neither of them was eager to patronize his fixation.

"Ahh I'm sorry, baby", Amber made the effort to sound empathetic, even though Mark knew this was the outcome she'd hoped for. "I'll make it up to you when I get home."

Mark could hear the smile in her voice as Amber said, "I'll make you forget alllll about it. Don't you worry." Every fiber in Mark's being believed she'd fulfill that promise. Some of Mark's fibers believed it a little

harder

than others.

Wait. "When you get home?" Mark furrowed his brow, "where did you go?"

"Just out to pick up a few things," she replied in a casual tone.

Mark knew she was hiding something. But didn't press. He was confident that Amber would tell him exactly what she was doing if he asked her directly. He was pretty sure the enchantment didn't

allow

her to refuse. But he decided to let her have her little secret. Mark's birthday was coming up, and if Amber was setting up a surprise, he didn't want to ruin it. He could order her to tell him what she was planning; he knew that the pleasure she got from obeying him was greater by far than whatever satisfaction she derived from surprising him. But instead....

"Alright", Marked smirked to himself. "Well I--"

"And take your time, babe" Amber interrupted. "Stroll around the flea market with Sarah for a while. I know there are some interesting things to see. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy Sarah." Mark could hear Amber's smile with those words. "Take your time", she repeated the words slowly, adding a little extra meaning.

Mark blushed, "Okay, I'll catch up with you later, then. Bye"

"Bye, I love you! Mwah!"

Mark sat frozen as he heard the distinct sound of the call ending. She had never said those 3 words before. Mark's eyebrows raised as he realized that he wasn't uncomfortable with her saying them at all, and that he felt them as well. He was only sorry he hadn't said them back. When he saw her in person next, he would tell her. And Sarah. He would tell them both how he felt, as strange still it was that he would be saying it to two people at the same time.

He looked over at Sarah. She was still humming softly to herself playing with her hair. Mark had told her to keep an eye on the flea market for anyone suspicious or strange-looking, otherwise he knew that she would be looking directly at him, licking her lips suggestively, or poking her tongue against her cheek to mime sucking his dick, or stretching her back to thrust her chest towards him, simultaneously rubbing her nipples through her shirt.

Mark took a beat to look at her, before telling her she cease stop her vigilant watch. Admiring her beauty, Mark noticed that Sarah looked a little different than she had a month ago. Mark thought she looked a little trimmer. She had always been fit, with no excess of fat, but now she somehow seemed a little skinnier Mark thought. Except, he admitted her bust and her ass hadn't lost any size at all, and even seemed like they'd gotten larger. The more he stared the more certain he was that Sarah was hotter now that she had been. Was this a side effect of the enchantment?

"You don't have to keep looking, Sarah. We're done today." Mark couldn't keep the surrender out of his voice.

Sarah turned to face and smiled empathetically. She gently grabbed his arm and stroked his bicep. "I'm sorry, Master. Would you like to head back home?"

"There's no rush. You wanna head into the flea market? We could look around for a little while before it closes. Could be fun."

Sarah lifted an eyebrow and straightened in her sear. "No rush huh?" Sarah played with her hair. "Yeah, the flea market could be fun," Sarah leaned toward Mark. "Or..."

Mark smiled, thinking he might know what Sarah wanted to do, instead.

Sarah stared at him with wide eyes, "have I ever showed you my car's features?"

What? Features?

"Uhh, no. I don't think you have." Mark matched Sarah's tone, playing along.

Sarah leaned in further and kissed Mark's jaws. She rotated her entire body to sit straddling his in the driver's seat, all while peppering him gently with kisses on his neck and his cheek. Then, they were making out. Sarah growled sensuously as her lips explored his. Mark was dimly aware that they had never been alone without Amber.

Sarah grabbed the the back of Mark's head; she was kissing him with her whole body, pressing into him. Mark stroked her exposed thighs, reaching his fingers slightly underneath her shorts to feel Sarah's well-formed ass, his eyes closed.

After a moment, Mark's eyes shot open as he felt something hit the back of the seat. Sarah's eyes were still closed but they fluttered open as she pulled away from the kiss. With a sinful expression on her face, Sarah backed away to kneel on the floor between the driver's seat and the steering wheel. Mark was momentarily amazed at how much room there was for her to be able to kneel on the floor, when realized that nothing had hit the back of his seat. Sarah had stealthily pressed the button near the floor to move the driver's seat back, and he had just been too distracted by lust to notice.

"Ohh," Mark smiled, "features."

Sarah nearly tore his shorts and boxers off pulling them to his ankles.

"Wait", Mark Stammered. Sarah's lips had formed an 'O' and she had frozen mid-dive before engulfing his member in her mouth.

She looked at him in distress, closing her mouth to pout.

Mark would never have told her to stop a couple weeks ago. He wasn't sure why he did it now. But he felt an inclination to play with Sarah a bit. To make her work for it. He knew she would. He could feel it in his bones.

"Take your shirt off", Mark commanded. He hadn't even finished speaking when Sarah grabbed the bottom of her shirt both hands and threw it off her torso, pulling it over her glorious mane of fiery hair in one smooth motion, her magnificent, bra-less tits bouncing into the open.

She looked at him expectantly, pleadingly. She pressed her chest gently into his lap, hoping to entice him with the touch of her breasts against his cock.

It was working, but Mark could feel his own cock's desire to be loved and nurtured inside Sarah's willing mouth, but as she slowly moved her head back to his lap, a look in her eyes that hoped she had 'waited' long enough, Mark was overcome with a desire to see how far he could he push her; to exert his power over her.

"No", cold confidence filled his voice. Mark could see the beautiful redhead's nipples harden as she stared up at him, patiently awaiting his next order.

Her hands slowly stroked his thighs, clearly hoping to burn away his ability to resist her. She held eye contact with him as she licked her lips.

"Do you want that?" Mark nodded at his cock.

"Yes, Master!" Sarah nodded eagerly. Her fingers still tracing his naked thighs.

"What do you want? Say it"

"I want your cock". She was now looking directly at the object of her affection, biting her lip. "I want to suck it. I want to taste your cum. It's so yummy nummy I want to suck and taste and swallow and fuck and suck you--"

"What will you do to get what you want?" Mark interrupted.

"Anything". A statement of fact.

"I want you to act as though something is holding you back, preventing your mouth from reaching me. Like a rope, or a leash around your neck. Pretend something is restraing you from behind. You can't take me into your mouth just yet. You may not even touch my cock until I tell you. But you want. You desperately want to." Sarah was nodding fervently, agreeing that she

did

want to.

"I want to see you fight against your 'restraints'."

Sarah stared longingly at Master's meaty cock. She swallowed the drool that nearly spilled out of her mouth and leaned in to suck her master's cock. She wanted it so badly, but something was holding her back. Her lips formed that familiar 'O' shape. Master graciously held his delicious cock up with his hand for her to taste. Ambrosia filled her senses. The scent of him driving her mad with desire. She was so close but she couldn't quite reach it. She pushed against her invisible tether, trying to stretch her lips forward, desperate to take him, grunting in frustration. She sat back momentarily, her head almost hitting the steering wheel behind her. She reached for the hair tie currently wrapped around the gear-shift and donned a determined expression as she pulled her hair back, not quite containing a whine of desperation. Her hair now pulled neatly into a pony-tail, she continued her fruitless attempts to suck Master's dick: to blow him, to feel his marvelous member filling her mouth. She reached out her tongue as she fought. If only she could taste him, just one touch, one nibble. Just a quick suckle, one little kiss on his tip.

She persisted. Her dread and her lust building up inside her, her tongue reaching out of her mouth on it's own accord.

So close

.

Master's hip pushed forward ever so slightly. Sarah squealed as the tip of flesh brushed her tongue, but her imaginary ropes tightened, pulling her back, just out of reach.

"Sarah". Master' voice filled the space around her, wrapping around her like an embrace. Her breath caught in her throat, stifling her wines. Her eyes shot up to meet his.

"That was...incredible. Y-you deserve a reward," Sarah's heart beat loudly beneath her heaving breasts.

"You don't have to pretend anymore, your restraints are removed! Take your rewaAAAAAAAArd".

Sarah didn't wait for him to say 'your reward'. She knew exactly what she wanted to take. Every cell in her body was bathed in euphoria as she wrapped her lips around Master's cock. This was where she belonged. She was a ship lost at sea and this cock was her north star. Without it she was lost, purposeless. Wouldn't a shirt be happiest when it was worn, since that was it's purpose? The irony of having cast her own shirt aside, preferring not to wear it at all in Master's presence if she didn't absolutely

have

to, was lost on her as she remembered her exposed her breasts, and realized she wasn't yet using every asset at her disposal to please Master. Divine pleasure struck her like lightning as she stood up slightly, Master's nestling gently in her bosom. Inevitable moans of pleasure escaped her throat as she bobbed happily in Master's lap. She never wanted this moment to end.

Mark could feel this moment coming to and end as Sarah tightened the back of her throat around the tip of his cock, her tongue straining to maximize it's own surface area against him, her lips forming a perfect seal around him. Sarah gazed up at him, her eyelids heavy with wanton lust. He knew she could feel him rushing to orgasm. She kept his sword swallowed to the hilt as long as she could, and pulled off him just in let him cum all over his ample tits. She tilted her head back as if she were in a hot, refreshing shower.

Mark pulled Sarah's SUV into his apartment's parking lot next to his own car. Sarah sat next to him in the passenger seat, still topless. She'd used her shirt to wipe off the rest of his cum after taking several finger scoops in her mouth. They were both still covered in sweat.

Mark turned off the ignition and looked over at his red vixen, only to see her looking right back at him, unmistakable lust in her eyes, her full lips still relishing the taste of him as she suckled one of her hands fingers, her other hand causally jilling in her sweet pussy.

She had him entranced until he was pulled back to reality as he heard the sound of his apartment door open, a familiar blonde head peering out at him, undisguised joy in her eyes, and a devilish smirk on her face. Then there was another face looking at him. A second pair of bright blue eyes nearly identical to Amber's, with hair a marching shade of blonde, if a few inches shorter.

Mark's brow furrowed: who was in his apartment?

"Bye, I love you! Mwah!" Amber quickly hung up the phone. She didn't want Mark to hear and ask any awkward questions. She wanted it a surprise!

She was driving her own car for the first time in over a month. She hadn't felt like going anywhere much without her Master, the love of her life, but she she wanted her coffee date for this afternoon to go smoothly. So she was driving the Mercedes her parents had bought her, knowing it was recognizable to her guest.

A girl opened the passenger door and and sat down inside next to Amber. She was nearly Amber's twin. Amber had a newfound appreciation for the similarities. Same voluptuous tits, same pert backside, same taut, lithe figure, same bright blue eyes. Her companions hair was the same shade of blonde, just kept to a shorter length, above her shoulders.

"Hey sis", Amber heard her sister say. An awkward pause passed between the two of them. "I'm sorta surprised you called,"

Allison didn't sound excited to see her. Amber and her sister had once been close, but had a falling out a few years ago. Allison had convinced her parents to give her full access to her trust fund, dropped out of college after one semester, and left town to go cavorting around the world. Amber had barely convinced Allison not to blow all her money, but it had cost her the relationship with her sister.

"I just thought we could talk", Amber said casually, "just a cup of coffee and a little chat. I'm not gonna preach or anything, I swear." Allison looked suspicious.

"I heard you were back in town for a bit, and I thought...", Amber paused.

"Alright", Allison didn't bother to hide the impatience in her voice, "I could use a cup of coffee. But I'm meeting people later so I can't stay long".

"That's fine", Amber smiled. She was genuinely happy to see her baby sister, and even happier for what she was about to do for her. "I'd be happy to give you a ride."

Some time later, when the coffee was done brewing, Amber poured it into an ordinary, white coffee cup. Her green mug was next to it on the counter, but it already had coffee in it.

Mark had been wary everytime he'd seen the enchanted cup. He may have come to terms with the fact that it had made Amber and Sarah addicted to his cock, but Amber knew he would be very uneasy about what Amber was doing here. She knew it was the right thing though. Indeed, it was a stroke of brilliance. Right here, right now, she had a chance to add another willing slave to Master's harem, and to give her prodigal sister a purpose in life, to pull her in from the cold, keep her away from all that toxic shit she'd been trapped by for the past year. And all it took was a little diversion.

After she'd made that morning's pot of coffee, she'd asked Mark to pour the three of them a cup as she so often had. Amber knew Master would have misgivings about pouring into this particular mug, since that was the first part of the spell. But Amber had asked him to pour while his balls were in her mouth, and his shaft was in Sarah's. When Mark poured out the coffee, he hadn't even noticed which cups were on the kitchen counter. Amber's birthday surprise plan for Master was coming together perfectly.

Amber placed the white mug down at her seat and the green, conspicuous one in front of Allison. Allison's brow furrowed at the site of it, but said nothing. Amber had to admit it was an odd-looking cup.

"So you're meeting up with people tonight?", Amber kept the nerves out of her voice. She felt she had done a good job of sounding casual. Allison had taken the verdant, miracle-mug in both hands but was staring blankly out the window of Mark's Apartment.

Then, Allison tore her gaze from the window and looked at Amber, then, ignoring her question, looked around at Mark's kitchen.

"Is this where you live?" Disgust evident in Allison's voice? Amber had done a lot in the past month to decorate Mark's bare apartment. She knew she had done a good job, but Allison's taste had always been a little more...luxurious. She usually didn't spend more than a minute in anyone's house who didn't make seven figures.