Chapter 11: Maid costume and beach blowjob walk.
The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans wafted through the air as Edgar and his harem entered the bustling Merchant Square coffee shop. Jessica's heart beat rapidly with anticipation, and Angela's thoughts were focused on her outfit for later that evening. The sound of chatter and clinking coffee cups filled the air, and the atmosphere was alive with energy. Allison's gaze scanned the room, searching for the perfect seat. Emily's hands trembled as she lit a cigarette, her mind drifting to thoughts of her ex-boyfriend.
She couldn't believe she just ran into him at the beach, especially with her tits out. She shoots him a steely glare as he walked away, trying to ignore the searing anger and hurt that still lingers within her. Jessica, quickly snaps out of her daydream, "Hey, are you okay, Em?" She asks, placing a comforting hand on Emily's shoulder. "It was just Alex, right?" Emily nods, her eyes still fixed on the departing figure. "Yeah, it was Alex.
Can you believe it? Of all the damn beaches, I had to run into him on this one," Emily seethed, her voice dripping with contempt.
Angela let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl. That must have been some awkward run-in."
Emily snorted. "You think? He had the nerve to stare at my tits like I was some sort of piece of meat."
Allison snickered. "Well, you are a piece of meat, Emily.
A delicious, fuckable piece of meat," Angela said, patting Emily on the back.
Edgar chuckled, "Indeed. But I must admit, it was quite amusing to watch him gawk at you like that. It's not often I get to see a man so boldly and unashamedly objectify one of my whores."
Emily rolled her eyes, "Yeah, real funny Edgar. I bet you would have been laughing even harder if he had the nerve to actually talk to me."
Edgar shrugged, "Perhaps. Edgar told them he had detect thoughts and major illusion up so he would bring in guys she knew and wanted to date and made us list 5 guys.
Angela, Jessica and Emily exchanged a look.
"It's time for your next challenge, my dear," Edgar said with a sinister smile. "Since you three have been such good little whores, I've gone ahead and detected the thoughts of every man within a mile radius of this place. I know exactly who each of you has been fantasizing about, and I've managed to teleport them here." Edgar snapped his fingers and in walked five men that Angela, Jessica, and Emily had all crushed on at some point in their lives.
Angela's ex-boyfriend Todd, who always called her a slut in bed; Jessica's high school crush Jake, who she would have followed to the ends of the earth; and Emily's ex-best friend Mark, whom she often thought about when she needed a good, hard fucking.
The three women's jaws dropped in surprise, but Edgar grinned wickedly. "Now, girls, I want you to show these men what you are truly made of.
I want you to prove to me that you deserve to be in my harem, that you are worth every bit of filth and humiliation that I put you through. I want you to be the best little sluts and whores possible!" Edgar's words were dripping with lust and excitement, and Angela, Jessica, and Emily couldn't help but be swept up in the moment. They knew that there was no turning back now.
"Alright, master," Angela purred, her eyes locked on the ex-boyfriend who had called her a slut for years. Jessica and Angela if you want access to minor illusion and prestidgitation you must find out the best way to weaken lord soth and his forces while being willing to use your body to get what you want.
Angela and Jessica shared a glance. This was a big challenge, but they were ready for it. They knew they had to do whatever it took to gain access to those spells, even if it meant using their bodies to manipulate men.
"I'm on it," Angela said confidently. "I'll use my charm and wit to get the information we need. And if that doesn't work, I'll use something else." She winked suggestively at Edgar.
Edgar chuckled. "I knew I could count on you, Angela.
Now let's see if Jessica can hold her own in this challenge too," Edgar said, turning his attention towards Jessica.
Jessica's eyes widened as she saw her high school crush Jake walk in, and she couldn't believe this was happening. Jake looked better than ever, and her heart raced as she remembered all the times she had fantasized about him in high school.
Edgar smiled mischievously. "Jessica, I want you to go up to Jake and give him the best blowjob he's ever had, right here in the coffee shop.
Show him what a true whore you are and how far you're willing to go for me," Edgar said, his tone dripping with sadistic pleasure.
Jessica's cheeks burned, but she could feel the wetness between her legs at the thought of pleasuring a man like Jake. She stood up slowly, her legs shaking as she made her way over to Jake.
"Hey, Jake. Long time no see," Jessica said, trying her best to sound confident.
Jake looked at her with confusion in his eyes, but then recognition dawned upon him.
"Jessica? Is that you?" he asked, taking a closer look at her.
Jessica nodded and flashed him a seductive smile.
"Yes, it's me. Long time no see, Jake," she repeated, taking a step closer to him.
Jake's confusion turned into surprise, but he didn't step back.
In fact, he seemed to be enjoying this sudden turn of events.
His eyes flickered with a wicked grin as he watched her approach.
Before Jessica could say another word, he leaned in and whispered, "You remember how I said you were like a little innocent thing who didn't know what she was doing in bed?" he purred, sending shivers down her spine.
"Yes, I remember," she stuttered, unable to tear her gaze away from his sultry eyes.
"Well, let me tell you princess, I was wrong," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl.
"I can see it in your eyes, even now, you're a certified, unapologetic filthy little whore who loves to fuck. And I am going to take full advantage of that."
Jessica gasped as his hand snaked up her thigh, reaching her dripping wet slit. Without hesitation, he plunged a finger inside her, making her moan loudly. Around them, people were starting to stare, but Jake didn't seem to care. He just pulled her close, pushing his cock against her thigh.
Jake looked at her and said before you get to cum, list 5 reasons guys cheat on you and rate and rank them.
Jessica didn't know where to look, her face was beet red and she was shaking all over.
"Five reasons guys cheat on me?" she repeated, swallowing hard.
Jake nodded.
"I don't know," Jessica stammered. "I guess… I guess because they get bored with their partner? Or because they're not getting enough sex?"
Jake shook his head.
"Those are some weak-ass reasons, Jessica," he said, his tone dismissive. "Let's try again.
Five reasons guys cheat on you, and rate and rank them," Jake repeated, enjoying the power dynamic.
Jessica thought for a moment before answering, "Okay, here goes. Number one, they're not getting enough attention from their partner. Number two, they're unhappy with the sex life. Number three, they're seeking variety and excitement. Number four, they're emotionally disconnected from their partner. And number five, they lack self-control and impulse control."
Jake nodded in approval, his fingers still buried deep inside her. "Very good.
And now, rate and rank them by how likely you think they are to lead to infidelity," Jake commanded in a mock-authoritative tone, enjoying the power dynamic between them. Number one, they're seeking variety and excitement. Number three, they're emotionally disconnected from their partner. Number four, they're not getting enough attention from their partner.
Jake took her to the back room and fucked her, he told her he was going to see some of thier old friends tommorow and they would laugh about what a whore she was. She reacted.
Every inch of her body was trembling with pleasure, as Jake’s thrusts grew more demanding, each one making her scream louder than the last. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he pulled out, leaving her empty and suddenly cold.
"You see, Jessica, a real whore knows how to finish her man," he sneered, putting his cock back into his pants and turning towards Edgar.
"Well done, my dear, you've passed the first test. Now, let's see if Emily can do the same," Edgar said, his gaze shifting towards the brunette.
Emily's ex-boyfriend Mark walked in, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt and anger. She remembered all the times he had taken advantage of her, manipulating her into doing things she didn't want to do. But she knew that she couldn't back down now.
She took a deep breath and made her way towards Mark, her tits jiggling with each step.
"Hey, Mark," she said, fluxing a sultry smile. "Long time no see."
Mark's eyes widened in shock as he recognized her, but he quickly regained his composure and replied, "Jessica, is that you? I can hardly believe my eyes."
Emily knew that he was just trying to play hard to get, so she leaned in and whispered, "I've been a very bad girl, Mark.
I need you to teach me a lesson."
Mark's eyes darkened with lust, and he grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into the back room. Emily knew exactly what he wanted, and she was ready to give it to him. She pulled off her top, exposing her luscious tits, and let them jiggle in front of him.
"Do you remember these?" she asked, cupping them in her hands. "I've been thinking about your hands on them constantly."
Mark didn't waste any time.
He bent down and took one of her stiff nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting hard. Emily let out a moan, her body tingling with pleasure. She knew that she had him right where she wanted him.
"I see you still like to play rough, Mark," Emily purred, grabbing his hair and pulling his head closer. "But I want you to do something for me first."
Mark looked up at her with a questioning gaze, but Emily's words stopped him in his tracks.
"When I leave this room, there won't be a single doubt in anyone's mind about what I am and what I do. Do you understand?" Emily's voice was firm and commanding, and Mark could only nod, still captivated by her breasts.
Emily leaned down and ran her tongue over the tip of Mark's cock, giving it a quick suck before standing up again.
"First, I want you to shut the door behind you," Emily said, her voice dripping with sexuality.
"And then, I want you to grab a fistful of my hair and fuck my mouth, making everyone in this coffee shop know that I am nothing but your dirty little whore."
Emily could see the shock and desire in Mark's eyes, and she knew that she had him completely under her control. She smirked as he obeyed her orders, slamming the door shut and grabbing a handful of her hair.
"You want it rough, Emily?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
She nodded, opening her mouth wide in anticipation.
Mark grabbed her hair and thrust his cock roughly into her mouth, fucking her face with wild abandon. Emily gagged but continued to suck, letting him use her body for his own pleasure.
She heard the sounds of moans and laughter around her, as the other patrons of the coffee shop realized what was happening. Let them watch, she thought. Let them see what a dirty little whore I am. It was a heady feeling, being on display like this, completely at Mark's mercy.
Finally, he pulled out, cum shooting all over her face and tits.
Mark smiled with satisfaction, "That's a good little whore. Now get out of my sight."
Emily, tears streaming down her face, wiped the cum off herself and got dressed. She opened the door and walked back into the coffee shop, everyone's eyes on her. Edgar and Jessica clapped, "Very impressive, Emily. You might just be a worthy addition to our harem," Edgar said.
"But I must warn you, my dear, the path ahead is filled with tests and challenges that will push your limits. Can you handle it?"
Emily's heart raced at the prospect of joining Edgar's harem. It was a risky move, but she was willing to take it. With a deep breath, she looked Edgar in the eyes and said: "I can handle anything, master. Just tell me what I need to do."
Edgar's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Emily's reaction.
He loved seeing a woman break, especially one who was strong-willed like her. Emily couldn't help but feel a pang of shame as she remembered her own past failures and weaknesses. She had always been desperate for the approval and validation of the men in her life, and it showed in her actions. But she also knew that she had to prove herself worthy of Edgar's harem. He wasn't going to just accept her because she had a great body and a good blowjob technique.
No, he wanted to see if she could truly submit to him, to become the kind of woman who was completely at his mercy.
"Very well, Emily. I'll give you a chance to prove yourself worthy. But first, I want you to take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees," Edgar commanded.
Emily's heart raced as she stripped off her clothes, revealing her perky B-cup tits and curvy hips. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the coffee shop on her, and it made her feel even more exposed. Emily I will now head back to my room. Edgar left.
Emily got down on the cold hard floor, her hands shaking as she crawled over to him in front of the coffee shop crowd. She could feel her face burning with embarrassment, and her heart was pounding so furiously that she thought it would leap out of her chest. The room felt like it was spinning out of control.
"I can handle anything," she murmured, as she planted her chin on the floor in front of him, arching her back so her bare ass was in full view. She let out a shaky breath, her mind racing as she waited for him to speak.
She couldn't see his face, but she could feel his gaze on her, burning into her skin. Her body tingled with anticipation and fear. She felt so vulnerable, exposed for all to see. She couldn't help but wonder what they thought of her. Slut, whore, bitch, they probably called her behind her back. The words stung, but she couldn't deny they were true. She was all those things and more. She was a fuck toy, a cum dumpster, a filthy little cum rag for him to use as he pleased.
Emily was not a real woman, she was just an object, a plaything for Edgar to dominate and degrade.
Edgar's cock twitched as he muscled his way into Emily's tight little slit. The muscles in her neck strained as she tried to cry out in pain but he silenced her with a powerful thrust of his hips. He could feel her walls contracting around his cock, her tight little cunt squeezing his shaft as she arched her back.
Emily's vision blurred, and all she could hear was the sounds of their bodies slapping together.
Her pussy was sore from the relentless pounding, and she could feel her body tensing up in anticipation. Edgar chuckled wickedly. "I knew you could take it, slut. You're just a natural fucktoy, aren't you?"
Emily wanted to die of shame, but instead, she just nodded. She couldn't deny the truth in his words. She was a slut, a whore, and a fucktoy. She loved being used like this, degraded and objectified.
It was humiliating but also a turn-on. Emily couldn't resist the feeling of being a dirty little whore for Edgar. She wanted to please him, to serve him. To be his good little fucktoy.
As Edgar continued to pump in and out of Emily, she could feel her orgasm building. She moaned louder and louder, her body tense with pleasure.
"That's it, Emily, cum for me, my little slut," Edgar growled, his tone dripping with filth and desire.
"Yes, Em, it's okay, let it all out," Angela encouraged, her voice dripping with a perverse sense of pleasure. Just as Emily reached the peak of her orgasm, that taunting bitch Allison walked into the room, rolling her eyes and muttering something under her breath.
"You two should be ashamed, acting like animals," Allison sneered, her dark hair cascading down her back.
"This is why no one takes you seriously, Emily."
Angela rolled her eyes, "Oh, please, Ally. Like you're one to talk.
You can't deny you haven't enjoyed it."
Edgar asked Angela to rate and rank all the girls she has seen Edgar fuck on camera including herself.
Angela bit her lower lip for a moment, considering her answer. "Well Edgar, I suppose if we're talking about skills, then I'd have to put you at the top. I mean, you do have access to magic and all. But in terms of purely physical prowess, I'd say Allison is probably the best. She's got this kind of wild, untamed energy that just radiates off her in bed."
Edgar smirked at that, nodding his head in agreement. "Yes, Allison is quite the vixen. And Emily?
Emily was a goddamn squirter, leaving little pools of her juices all over my towels and sheets. She counted down loud and clear every time she came, and it drove me insane. "Three, two, one!" she'd shout, a droplet of sweat sliding down her forehead and into her eyes. "You've got to give it to her, she knows how to ride a cock, that's for sure," Angela chimed in.
I loved watching Emily squirm under me, her sweaty breasts pressing into my chest as I rammed her hard from behind.
The way she blushed and moaned just added to the degradation factor, making me feel even more dominant.
"You're a dirty little whore," I growled in her ear, "And you love every minute of it."
Emily's moans only grew louder as I continued pumping her. With my free hand, I reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clit, making her body shake with pleasure.
But nothing could prepare me for what happened next.
Angela rate and rank the 4 girls 1-10, Tits, cocksucking, and fucking skills 1-10
Angela smirked as she thought about it for a moment. "Well, Edgar, if we're talking about tits, I think Jessica has the biggest but mine and Allisions are close and Jessica is also a little chunky.
"But when it comes to cocksucking, I'd give myself a solid 9. I really know how to work magic with my mouth," Angela said with a sly grin. Emilly is also really good. Jessica isn't as good of a cocksucker.
She tends to gag easily," Angela added, looking over at Jessica who stuck her tongue out playfully in response.
"But when it comes to fucking skills, I'd have to give the top spot to Emily. That girl knows how to take a dick like a champ," Angela said, grinning mischievously. "Well, I'm glad to hear all your opinions. It's good to know where everyone stands," he said, his eyes gleaming with a wicked glint.
"And Emily, you've proven yourself to be quite the little whore. I'm proud to have you in my harem."
Edgar's praise gave Emily a renewed sense of confidence. She could feel herself growing wetter at his words. She couldn't wait to see what other filthy things he had in store for her.
"Thank you, master. I won't let you down," Emily said, her voice dripping with adoration.
"I know you won't," Edgar replied, his eyes locked on hers.
"Now, let's get out of here. We have work to do."
Emily quickly gathered her clothes, shivering slightly as the cool air hit her damp skin. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over her as she followed Edgar out of the coffee shop. She had passed his test, proving herself to be a worthy addition to his harem. She couldn't wait to see what other challenges he had in store for her.
And she couldn't deny that the thought of serving him and his every need excited her. But Emily was no fool. She knew that in order to truly serve Edgar, she would have to be willing to go above and beyond the call of duty. She would have to be willing to embrace her inner whore and let go of any inhibitions she may have had. And as they walked back to his tower, Emily couldn't help but feel that she was ready for whatever he had in store for her.
When they arrived at his tower, Edgar led Emily up to his private quarters.
She couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety as she followed him up the winding staircase. The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering on every surface. A large four-poster bed sat in the center, draped in plush red velvet.
Edgar walked over to a small table and poured two glasses of rich, dark wine. He handed one to Emily, their fingers brushing against each other. She felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Now, Emily," Edgar began, his voice low and seductive.
"Let me show you what it means to be a true whore."
Emily's heart raced as she watched Edgar walk towards her, a wicked gleam in his eye. She knew what was coming next, and she couldn't wait. She had been craving his cock for days, desperate to feel it fill her up and make her scream.
"Open wide, whore," Edgar commanded, pulling his cock out of his pants. It was long and thick, with a purplish tint that made Emily's mouth water.
She eagerly opened her mouth, ready to take him in and make him feel good.
But Edgar had other plans.
He grabbed a handful of Emily's hair, forcing her head back and making her look up at him.
"No, slut. I'm not going to make it that easy for you," he growled. "You're going to work for it."
Emily's heart pounded in her chest as she realized what he wanted her to do.
She was shaking as she sank to her knees, her gaze still locked onto Edgar's cock. She knew she had no choice but to obey him, no matter how humiliating it was. She slowly stuck out her tongue, teasing the tip of his cock with it, tasting his precum and shivering at the salty taste.
Edgar watched with a smirk as Emily slowly licked his cock from base to tip, savoring every inch of him.
He loved how submissive she had become, her desire to prove herself superseding any embarrassment she might feel.
"Fuck, you're good at that, whore," Edgar groaned, his fingers digging into Emily's scalp as he forced her to take more of him in her mouth. She gagged a little, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. She needed this. Needed to please him. Needed to be his slut.
Needed to be his whore. Needed to feel his cock driving deep into her throat. Needed him to own her. To make her his.
Emily, she could feel the raw power Edgar had over her and she reveled in it. She loved feeling like a slutty little minx, desperate to please her master. She sucked and slurped, swirling her tongue around his hard length, savoring every inch. Edgar's grip on her hair tightened as he fuck her face, grunting and groaning with pleasure as she sucked him off.
She knew she would have to watch this performance later on and men and women she knew would roast her about it. She reacted.
Emily's face turned bright red with embarrassment, and she quickly scrambled to cover herself up. But it was too late, the damage had already been done. Her ex-boyfriend had seen her like this, and there was no going back now.
Edgar and Jessica couldn't help but laugh at Emily's expense. They knew exactly what she was feeling right now. The humiliation of being seen half-naked by someone who used to know you. It was a horrible feeling, but also a little bit arousing.
Emily knew that she was just a small piece of ass, a disposable cock-toy for Edgar and his cronies. But that was okay. That was what she was here for.
"You're nothing but a dirty little whore, Emily. And you love it."
Emily's face burned with shame as Angela's words cut through the air. She knew they were true, but hearing them said out loud was a brutal reminder of her own weakness. She couldn't deny the way her body had reacted to Edgar's touch, the way she had reveled in the feeling of being used and degraded. She was nothing but a cheap whore, desperate for the approval and validation of the men in her life.
But despite the shame she felt inside, she knew that she had to play the game. She had to do whatever it took to prove herself worthy of Edgar's harem.
Indeed, Emily had impressed Edgar with her incredibly talented mouth, earning herself a permanent spot in his group of women. But she knew that it wouldn't be long before she faced challenges that would push her beyond her limits.
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Later that evening, Emily found herself in Edgar's private quarters, dressed in nothing but a sheer piece of cloth that barely covered her body.