Brushing the dust from his black-painted fingernails, Max eyed the young couple at the opposite side of the park. It was clearly a first or second date. Max could tell from how they carried themselves; they lacked the familiarity of movement that comes from the intimate knowledge of one another. He could see it in how the man held her arm, stiff and unsure of himself. The movement betrayed a lack of confidence, a hint of uneasiness with an object of desire. The man wanted her, though. That much was clear.
Max grinned, exposing the custom dental work he had done a number of years ago. The rubes loved it: a pair of fangs that made him appear sinister and evil. While for the most part they were a pain in the ass, Max saw a definite increase in his tips after having them put in. After all, most people want their fortunes told by someone who has the dark look of occult about them. They hear what they want and see what they want and the money, while not great, comes rolling in.
He watched the couple move from stall to stall in the park, stopping to view the works by the different artists. The man reached down to hold the girl's hand, and she responded by giving it a slight squeeze. Max absent-mindedly played with a deck of tarot cards on the table in front of him as he stared.
Slowly they approached his small booth. First the woman saw him, dressed all in black with a sign above him reading: "Fortunes told, secrets revealed." He could see the flash in her eyes and he knew he had them. After all, what young couple doesn't want their fortunes told, especially when those fortunes are full of hope and reassurances. Max caught her eye and smiled at her, lips closed so as not to reveal his fangs.
She smiled back, and took the young man's arm. "John, let's have out fortunes told," Max read her lips saying. Suckers.
John, the young girl's companion, at first resisted. But there was no way she was to be denied, pulling him in front of Max's booth.
"Good evening," Max said, letting them get a glimpse of his teeth. He loved it when the saps first saw them. First they were unsure, and Max could see their faces full of confusion, as if they were asking themselves if they really saw what they thought they had. It threw them off guard, which was key to a good reading. "You want your fortunes read, yes? I'm Max. Please sit down," he said, clearly showing the fangs.
The girl replied as she sat: "Hi. I'm Leigh."
"And I'm," the man began.
"John," Max interrupted. "It's John, right."
"Um. Yes," John replied as he sat down. He looked surprised.
The girl looked excitedly at Max, and then at John. Such a simple trick, but incredibly effective when pulled off. They would be eating up whatever he said.
"It's a pleasure to meet you John," Max said, reaching out to shake the man's hand. John's grasp was timid and unsure. He stared at the black fingernails. "How can I help you? Your palms, perhaps? Or would you like your cards read?" He grinned.
Leigh looked at John. "Oh, let's have our palms read, ok?"
He replied: "Sure. Whatever you like."
Max took John's palm first. Reading palms is simple enough if you know the gimmicks, and over the years Max certainly had learned most of them. Some simple mumbo-jumbo and broad statements that apply to everyone, or at least statements everyone wishes applied to them. You've got a generous nature or you're planning a trip. After the context has been set, then it's just reading their reactions and tailoring your reading to that. To read someone well is an art, certainly, but it isn't fortune-telling.
Max decided to play up the romance card. Maybe he could get into bed with the rubes. It wouldn't be the first time he'd used palm-reading to seduce someone. Max touched the usual subjects before hitting home.
"You've met someone new," Max said, examining John's creased palm. "But you aren't sure she's interested, yes?"
John replied: "Yes, I think so." He glanced shyly at Leigh, then looked back at Max. He was rapt with attention. Max smiled.
"I see something happening along those lines. And soon. Something out of the ordinary. Something that you wouldn't normally do, but if you want her, will have to happen." Good and vague. Max looked over at Leigh. Her eyes were wide open, staring at him. "I can't say what it is, but just be open to possibilities."
"Yes! I see what you mean," said John. Excellent. Max could tell that John had no clue what was going on. He was vulnerable and pliable, and Max went in for the kill.
"I see that your interest is great, but you're still unsure if she's right for you. You need to let the unexpected happen, to be free of jealousy, and it will be right."
John nodded. Max looked up from the palm. "Now you, my dear," he said looking at Leigh.
John and Leigh shifted seats, and Max took Leigh's hand into his own. He stroked the flesh of her wrist with his long black fingernail as he turned her hand over to examine her palm. Bending over to look at the wrinkles and folds of her hand, he ran his fingers across her smooth skin.
"Oh my!" exclaimed John. "Has anyone ever told you that you have the Mark of Eros?"
"The what?" asked Leigh, her eyes questioning and frightened.
"The Mark of Eros. In my many years of palm-reading, I've seen the mark only twice before. Let me show you." Max got up, light a pair of candles that stood on tall stands on either side of his table. Then he pulled the canvas door of his booth shut, plunging the room into near blackness. He sat down again, took Leigh's palm into his hand and pointed at an area just below her thumb.
"There. Can you see it now?"
The couple looked closely at Leigh's palm. "Yes, I think I do," said Leigh. John nodded in agreement. If you point at something that's not there, shroud it in a little mysticism and low lighting, people can be persuaded to see anything. "What's it mean?" said Leigh.
Max replied: "Simply this: you are a woman of a highly sensual nature. It may be shrouded now, but it will soon be released, and released beyond your wildest expectations."
Leigh sighed. Max knew that her pussy was wet.
He continued: "Something will happen soon. With the man you're interested in."
"Yes," said Leigh. It was almost a low guttural moan.
"But I see someone else. A man. There's mystery there, and I'm not sure who it is. It could be someone you've known for years, or it could be someone you've just met. A man of mystery. He's the key."
"The key?"
"Yes. You have the mark of Eros, indicating that your sensual nature is beyond compare. But I see that it's blocked." Max stroked the palm in front of him. Every time he approached the base of her hand, she shivered slightly. "This man of mystery, this dark man, is the key to unlocking that sensual nature." The Mark of Eros. What a lie.
Max looked at John. John was looking at Leigh with a look of pure lust. Max had them.
"Oh god," Leigh moaned. "It's you."
Max smiled. She was right where he led her. "Who is?" he asked.
"You. And John. It's both of you. Oh God," she said softly. She looked over at John. "Kiss me. You want to. I want you to. Please just kiss me."
John moved over to Leigh and began kissing her passionately. Max smiled and moved his hands to Leigh's bare legs. Slowly he pushed them apart and ran his hands up beneath her skirt. Leigh broke her kiss with John to look over at Max.
"Suck it," she said. "You're the key. Suck my pussy."
She returned to kiss John as Max got up from behind the small table and moved it to the side. Then he knelt down in front of Leigh's lithe frame, reached under her skirt and eased off her panties. He put them in a small basket along the wall of the small booth. Another souvenir. Then he slowly slid Leigh's skirt up, revealing her pussy. It was covered in a mass of dark hair, trimmed to just above her skin. Max touched it; it was warm and wet. He then leaned over and began kissing her thighs, slowly approaching the cleft between her legs.
John's hands reached Leigh's breasts just as Max's tongue touched her clit. Max could feel her body shaking. He circled her clit, rubbing it from side to side with his strong tongue. As he licked her, he reached down to undo his pants. The smell of her arousal permeated the air.
Leigh moaned quietly, circling her hips around Max's face. He smiled. It was, she was, too easy. He looked up to see John opening Leigh's shirt to release her tits. Pulling away from Leigh's drenched cunt, he smiled up at John, baring the sharp fangs. John smiled back, then returned to kissing Leigh while kneading her large breasts. She was moaning and squirming in the small chair.
Max tugged at Leigh's legs, pulling her down onto the carpet of the booth's floor. In the dim candlelight, he could make out the glisten of moisture that ran from Leigh's cunt along her upper thighs: A mixture of her juice and Max's saliva. He reached over to a small ceramic jar sitting on the table top and withdrew a condom. He quickly opened the small foil package and unrolled the rubber over his erect cock. Then, kneeling between Leigh's open legs, he placed the head of his dick at the opening of her fuck hole.
As Max slowly slid his member into Leigh, John opened the fly of his jeans. His cock was smaller than Max's: shorter and noticeably thinner. John knelt next to Leigh, and she turned her head to pull his pole into her mouth. Max hit the bottom of Leigh's cunt, and reached for a nearby pillow, handing it to Leigh. She took it and placed it under her head, allowing John to fuck more easily her willing mouth.
Holding himself above her, Max began pounding into Leigh's hot cumbox. Thrust after thrust into her cunt. John tried to match the rhythm, but couldn't. Leigh started groaning with pleasure with each of Max's thrusts. The cock in her mouth muffled the groans, and they sounded softly in the small booth.
"Oh God," cried Leigh, pulling her mouth away from John's cock. "Yes!" she said softly as Max plowed her cunt like a farmhorse. Holding onto John's dick, she clenched her teeth. "I'm gonna cum," she said, holding her body rigidly against Max's intruding penis. "That's it." She grunted. "Keep going."
There was a sharp hiss as Leigh inhaled. Then her entire body froze for an eternal second before she plunged her pussy onto Max's fuckpost. She held herself against him, tightly, as her pussy contracted rhythmically around the base of his cock. She slowly exhaled through her clenched teeth as her muscles relaxed. "Oh God," she said.
Max pulled out of her freshly-fucked cunt. Pulling Leigh by her hips, he urged her over onto her hands an knees. Gripping his cock firmly, he slowly forced his way into her slit. John took up position on the other side, urging Leigh to take his cock into her mouth. Leigh willingly sucked down John's cock as Max began fucking her from behind.
With Leigh on all fours, it did not take long before Max and John established a strong rhythm between them. Max would thrust forward, pushing Leigh's mouth farther onto Jon's pole. As Max pulled out, John pushed in, forcing Leigh back onto Max's cock. Soon Max and John were fucking the girl between them like a two man saw: back and forth, in and out.
Leigh began moaning again, and the pace of their fucking increased. John's hips began bucking, and the rhythm was interrupted as he began thrusting quickly and insistently into Leigh's face. He held her head and pushed his cock into her. Grunting, he held still as his cock exploded in her warm mouth. Leigh took every drop of his cum, with only the smallest amount of his white cream dribbling down onto her chin. John collapsed back onto the carpet, and Max could see what remained of his cum all over his shaft.
At that point, Max began really hammering into Leigh's pussy. Grabbing her ass, he licked his thumb and slowly slid it up her bunghole. Leigh was moaning with pure sexual pleasure as Max fucked her pussy like a human jackhammer. One quick thrust after another of Max's rod into Leigh's twat, the rapid pace was bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Finally he pushed forward, knocking Leigh down onto her stomach, and filled the condom with his warm cum.
For just a few seconds everything was still and quiet. Max pulled out of Leigh's cunt, looking at the girl's open legs underneath him. He smiled.
"I think the key has been found," he said. "I hope the Mark of Eros treats you well."
John and Leigh gathered themselves. They seemed shocked by what had just happened, though not completely shocked. But they were uncomfortable, and left as quickly as they came. Max opened the cloth door of the booth and ushered them out.
Max sat back down behind the table. He reached over to pick up Leigh's panties. He put them into a wooden box filled with the silks and cottons of scores of women's undergarments. Then, looking out of the booth at the milling crowd, spotted another couple holding hands.
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