😈 ENCOUNTER WITH LUCIFER HIMSELF: The Real Reason She Left the Strip Club for the Music Industry
“Is that all you really want?” the Devil had asked Cardi, six years ago to the day. He looked nothing like she had expected him to, but in a way that made sense. Lucifer was the King of Hell and the founder of the Illuminati; he was supposed to be the one who would bring Light to the masses in due time. If he looked too good or too evil, it’d be too on the nose. He’d be too easy to track down. A stuffy record label exec was the perfect cover for the Modern Mister Morningstar. At the time, Cardi nodded enthusiastically, without a hint of reservation. Getting this audience had cost her more than she cared to admit, and she couldn’t leave with nothing to show for it. “Yes, sir,” she had replied with a winning smile. It was the same smile she showed the men in the club to coax out their tip... both the literal one in a private room lap dance and the figurative ones they could give her whilst she was on stage. If the Devil gave her what she wanted, she would be leaving that life behind.
The life of Cardi B would ultimately be divided into two chapters... Before she made the deal, and after she made the deal. “I want to make it big. I want to be famous, and I want people all around the world to love my music.” Mister Morningstar shook his head and started to write up a contract. Her eyes may very well have been shining with glee at the prospect of getting everything she ever wanted. “I want them to remember me, I want them to want me. My body, my sound, my everything. However and wherever they’re willing to pay for it.”
“And you understand that you could ask for literally anything, right?” The Devil had asked with raised eyebrows, glancing up at Cardi briefly for emphasis. “Without any limit.” The agent who set Cardi up warned her that while Lucifer was generous, he liked to test people and push their boundaries. She thought he was testing her greed; He wasn’t. She would soon learn where the true test laid. “Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug, soon turning the contract around and sliding it over to her. “Just sign on the dotted line, hon...”, he said with a sinister grin.
Cardi, excited, signed her name. “Thank you so much, this means the world to me!” The Devil took the contract back and read it over... “Fantastic!”, he said, before snapping his fingers and making an absentminded gesture at Cardi’s body. “As you’ve agreed to offer your ‘wet ass pussy’ as collateral...”
A second later, Cardi squealed out in orgasmic surprise as her new cock erupted into being, almost literally, bursting through her pants and spraying ropes of jizz into the air, cumming again and again and quickly falling into a slack-jawed stupor, even as it rained back down on her dazed face and painted her face white.
With the angle and the way it spurted out, it should have hit Lucifer too, but gravity seemed to reverse itself and send every fleck of it that sprayed his way right back at her. Cardi was surprised, but in time she was anything but displeased.
“What?” Cardi blinked, surprised. How did he know about her ‘wet ass pussy?’ She only ever bragged about how dynamite her tiny cunt was to her friends and when she was dirty-talking her lovers. Cardi was proud of her tight little hole and how she could squeeze a man dry with just a few kegel flexes. But... the Devil was the Devil. It made sense that he’d somehow know that sort of thing. She brushed it off for a second, she didn’t quite understand what he meant. How could she? How could anyone? “I don’t understand, Mister... Morningstar?” Suddenly, her words were breathless. Something felt funny.
“Don’t worry sweetie...” he told her offhandedly.
“You will in a moment.”
🍆 FROM HAIR TOOLS TO HARD COCKS: Cardi Gets Naughty with Trans-Hairdresser Tokyo Stylez
Six years ago to the day... In order to celebrate, she was releasing a new song, a much belated bon voyage to her ‘wet ass pussy’. They were shooting the music video for it. Cardi was supposed to be getting ready and Tokyo Stylez, her gorgeous trans-hairdresser, was supposed to be doing her hair, but they had both gotten a bit distracted… Cardi felt Tokyo’s stiff cock pressing against the back of her neck. The rapper couldn’t stop herself from turning in her chair and taking it straight down her throat, but Tokyo didn’t want to spill a drop of her spunk inside of her.
Cardi had recently broken it off with her baby-daddy and ex-husband Offset after nearly 3 years of marriage. She hadn’t "been" with anyone for over 3 months and she had always wondered what it would feel like to fuck a fellow trans woman. Cardi turned forward in her chair, watching in the dressing room mirror as her stylist grasped her shoulders and slid her cock into the high hive of hair that she had spent so long working on. “No, no,” Tokyo insisted, her hands sliding down to grab Cardi's jaw and slide her face back. “It's going to look so much better all over your beehive.”
She was damn good at her job and knew her way around hair, and not just with stylist's tools. The way she fucked it was so slow and sensual that Cardi found her own cock almost ready to burst before she even touched it. The last time Tokyo did her hair, she didn't even bat a lash when Cardi started to play with herself, but from the angle it would have looked like Cardi was fingering her cunt, not jacking off her cock. "You know,” she said breathlessly as she revealed her secret to Tokyo with a whorish grin, “You're not the only one packing a pretty little piece around here.”
Tokyo was ready to burst and Cardi was almost as wound-up as she was from all the hairstyling; both these girls had been undercover Hair fetishists for the longest time. Tokyo grinned back as her moment had finally come... and cum she did! The rapper was just a second behind her. her spunk squirted out as fast and as hard as it had the first time around. Cardi's cock spraying cum all over her own face was a fitting way to celebrate the anniversary of its first orgasm so many years ago… That fateful evening at Mr. Morningstar's New York office.
“Yeah, baby,” Cardi purred in reply.
“Just fix it up afterward.”
Written by Nitey Nix
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