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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country. All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM. ********************************************************************************** A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas. ********************************************************************************** It was the weekend and after having just worked all of Saturday thanks to a rogue storm, all Mallory wanted to do was sit at home and relax with a beer and watching whatever sport was on the television. But his beloved wife, Gemi, had other ideas. She had heard there was a large fair on the go and was desperate to go and see it, she reminded him that he did owe her after she had let him off on their fifth anniversary because there just so happened to be an important football game in which his team was playing. Reluctantly, the short blond hair, black furred bull got dressed in a simple white tee and his favourite pair of denims, it was as dressed up as he was going to get after wearing overalls all day. Gemi couldn’t stand the cold weather that lingered after the storm, which meant she was sporting a bright and cheery yellow jumper and matched her husband with her own pair of denims. Though Mallory had to admit, his blond-haired white mare wife looked way better in her denims than he did, she had the perfect peach behind to really fill them out. He had to admit, he would probably have said yes to going to the fair just to see her ass in those tight pants, though he would have preferred to see her in a sundress, if only the weather was a bit warmer and they had been able to attend a bit earlier in the day. But he supposed a lazy walk around the stalls at sunset wouldn’t be too bad, at least they wouldn’t have to cook dinner and could just snack on the different fairground offerings. Mallory grumbled when he had to shell out for two adult tickets, apparently this wasn’t the usual state funded fair, but rather a private company, which meant they charged a bit more. Though their claim to fame was better food and prizes at the stalls, along with a few other attractions not normally found at state fairs. One in particular made the already grumpy bull groan inwardly when he saw it, they had a goddamn fortune teller somewhere inside. Unfortunately, he didn’t know where they were, but according to the big banner, Madame Rosalia was a world renowned and genuine Romani Fortune Teller. For as lovely and amazing as she was, there was one thing about his gorgeous wife Mallory did not like. She was superstitious, and very heavily so at that. She herself was part Romani and had been raised in the culture, which meant she took such things as curses and bad luck extremely serious. They had nearly not gotten married because a black cat had almost crossed her path as she was walking down the aisle. She avoided ladders like the plague, tossed salt over her shoulder if she ever spilled any, the slender white mare never even so much as stood on a crack in the sidewalk. He just knew that if Gemi saw there was a fortune teller, especially a Romani one at that, he would be forced to shell out for some bogus predictions about their future. Most of his night was subsequently spent keeping an eye out for the charlatan and her tent, he had almost made it too when Gemi started considering heading back home finally after having had her full of sweet and salty foods. Then it happened, out of nowhere, as if the damned tent had popped up out of nowhere, Gemi suddenly found herself standing in front of Madame Rosalia herself as the cow regarded her back with almost disdane. “Hello, Gemi” the brown and black furred bowing with the long, dark hair said in an exotic sounding voice. She wasn’t as old as Mallory was expecting her to be, perhaps only a year or two older than he was, also perhaps a bit more attractive, even if she was on the heavier side. Madame Rosalia definitely had a mystical air about her, she seemed oddly calm amidst her chaotic surroundings. Her gaze, though seemingly neutral, was made a little unnerving by her mismatched eyes. Though Mallory assumed she was simply wearing contact lenses to achieve that effect as her right eye was a unique shade of orange that it almost looked red, while her left eye was a rich and vibrant hue of emerald. She also wore a low-cut robe, which exposed her more than ample bust, or at least it would have, if not for all the gaudy gold necklaces and jewellery. “How did you know my name?” Gemi asked in surprise, seeming genuinely taken aback. “She obviously heard me say your name, now come on, it’s getting late and we should be getting home” Mallory tried to interject and head the conversation off before his wife got drawn in any further. “I am Madame Rosalia” don’t say it, don’t fucking say it, Mallory thought. “The Romani Fortune Teller…” fuuuuuuuck…he groaned internally. “I’m part Romani myself!” Gemi almost squealed and dashed over to bovine. “I know” Rosalia stated simply, as if it were common knowledge to everyone. “Gemi, lets just go” Mallory grumbled as he gently took his wife by the hand and tried to lead her away. “Do you not want to know your futures?” Madame Rosalia offered with the slightest of grins that only Mallory seemed to catch. “No, I’m good…” the bull tried to answer, but was cut off by his wife. “Oh, yes please! Come on, Mal…it’ll be fun!” Gemi whirled around to stare up at him with those big, gorgeous blue eyes of hers. Fuck, she could ask him to burn down an orphanage while using that look on him and he would do it gladly, of course he couldn’t say no to this. “Fine…how much” Mallory grumbled as he retrieved his wallet from his back pocket. “Fifty dollars…each” the busty cow replied with no hint of irony or shame. Considering they had been walking around for a couple of hours and spending cash for goods, Mallory was seriously hoping he wouldn’t have enough left in his wallet to pay and would be turned away. Unfortunately for him, he had exactly one hundred dollars left in his wallet, which he reluctantly handed over to her. Madame Rosalia stepped aside and pulled the curtain covering the entrance to her tent open and let them in, before flipping her sign over to indicate she was closed, then joined them. The tent smelled funny, Mallory noticed, like incense and something else he couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t unpleasant, it just reminded him of what a carpet factory after a thorough cleaning might smell like. There weren’t even any actual chairs to sit on either, just large pillows and cushions, which he knew would be murder on his back if this session took too long. After settling himself down and crossing his legs uncomfortably in his denims, Mallory watched as the hefty bovine con-artist took her seat opposite him. He swore she flashed him on purpose, but he became intimately aware of the fact she was not wearing underwear and that she kept herself rather neat. He swore he saw a flash of pink between her thighs, if she had done it on purpose, she was doing a damned good act of pretending she hadn’t. Madame Rosalia reached across the table in between them and gently lifted the red silk square covering her crystal ball, which to Mallory, just looked like a glass bowling ball. He must have forgotten to turn off his face’s subtitles as she shot him an annoyed glare, before she turned her attention back to his wife. As expected, the con-artist just began spouting the usual nonsense about love, money and everything you could read in a newspaper horoscope. Unfortunately for him though, Gemi was eating it all up and hanging on Madame Rosalia’s every word like it was gospel gold. After a few minutes of reeling his wife in hook, line and sinker, she finally turned her gaze on him. “Let me guess, you see doom and gloom in my future, nothing but despair” Mallory scoffed dismissively and folded his arms while smirking at the by now, rather angry looking fortune teller. “You have been nothing but rude to and about me, since before we even met” Madame Rosalia almost growled at him. “Your wife knows better, she knows not to upset the Romani. But you, you are arrogant, rude and unbelieving!” she almost began to shout. Mallory might have dismissed it as simple theatrics the way the lights dimmed in her tent, but he also noticed how outside the tent everything suddenly went dead quiet and even his analog watch stopped ticking on his wrist. “You take displeasure in my mere existence, so I shall curse you, Mallory. Hardship and unluck shall follow you from this day, until you please me!” Madame Rosalia shouted as she stood up at her full height and glared down at him, while pointing accusingly at the stunned bull. “Oh no!” Gemi gasped and covered her mouth with both hands while staring at her husband with evident fear in her eyes. “Mal, you have to fix this, now!” she lurched over and clutched at him so tightly it almost hurt, as if she were afraid he would vanish if she let him go. “What? You can’t be serious” he snorted at his wife and tried to shrug her off, but she wouldn’t budge. “Please Mal, you can’t mess around with curses. I love you, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you” Gemi begged, now with tears starting to form in her eyes as she stared at him. He had never seen her like this and it was quite honestly rather heart-breaking, even if he knew it was all just a sham coming from a con-artist. “Okay, fine…but I don’t have anymore money on me, so I’m not sure what pleasure I could possibly…” fuck, he had walked right into her trap. He caught that brief smirk on Madame Rosalia’s face the moment he gave in to his wife’s fears for his safety. Had she been planning this the entire time? “Fool, it is not money I want, that is just a necessity, it does not bring me pleasure” the busty cow snorted derisively at the foolish bull. “Then what do you want?” he asked, already having a good idea of what the answer would be. “Yes, anything, just name it…if it’s in his power to give, it’s yours, just take your curse off him, please!” Gemi begged wholeheartedly of the deceitful cow. Mallory wanted to groan in frustration, she had just offered him up on a silver platter and there was nothing he could do about it now. “Very well, you are still functional, everything in good working order?” Madame Rosalia asked subtly as she stared down at the bulge in Mallory’s denims. “What do you think?” the bull snorted back angrily. “Then you shall attempt to pleasure me, until I am satisfied, then I will consider lifting my curse” she finally came out with it, what she had been after the entire time. Surely, hearing that this strange woman wanted to fuck her husband would snap Gemi out of whatever foolish notion she was under and this would all be put to bed before he actually had to do anything. “Yes, fine, if that’s what it takes, I know he is more than capable of satisfying you” Gemi eagerly complied, without a moment’s hesitation. Mallory just stared at his wife wide eyed, had she seriously just given that fat cow permission to fuck him, in front of her no less? “Good, then you shall get him ready for me, while he gets me ready for him” Madame Rosalia ordered as she moved over to stand beside Mallory. “You can’t be fucking serious” he groaned and stared at Gemi pleadingly, but she just looked at him and nodded, while gently pushing him to lay back down for them. It seemed she was serious, as soon as he was positioned laying on his back, she made short work of undoing his belt and denims to fish his thick pink length out into the open and begin to almost eagerly suck and stroke him. Gemi was usually a very private person, so her doing this to him in front of a complete stranger just reaffirmed how fearful she was of the old cow’s curse. Mallory didn’t even get to enjoy the sight of his gorgeous wife bobbing her muzzle up and down his slowly stiffening length before his vision was suddenly blocked out by the thick thighs of the fortune teller kneeling over his face and straddling his own muzzle. Her long red robe blocked out most of the light, so he couldn’t see all that well what he was doing when he began licking at her. But judging by the mocking laugh and shift of her hips, he had clearly not landed his first swipe at her slit and instead was met by a slight hint of copper pennies on his tongue. Mallory reached up and grabbed about Rosalia’s thick thighs in frustration as he held her in place and made sure he was only licking her slit; he wasn’t about to let her trick him into eating her thieving ass. Thankfully, she didn’t taste too bad, not as good as Gemi for sure, but not that bad either. “Yes, just like that, good girl…you really love him, it shows” Madame Rosalia commented as she watched Gemi work him to fullness with her mouth. She didn’t answer the cow, but he could feel his wife nod her head in response to the question all the same. As she continued to bob her muzzle up and down his hardening cock, Gemi also began to tug his denims and underwear further down about his thighs, so she could also occasionally slip her lips off his cock and lean down to kiss at his balls, just how she knew he licked. Goddamn, she was really pulling out all the tricks to make sure he was able to perform it seemed, she really was worried about him. It would almost have been endearing, if he didn’t have a mouthful of fortune teller cunt right now. Rosalia was every bit as heavy as she looked, she knew how to use her weight to her advantage as well. She could feel Mallory struggling to keep her held in place, which meant she was soon able to begin shifting and grinding herself down onto his lips and tongue. Thankfully she didn’t try get his tongue under her tail again, but she did direct his attention to her clit, which judging by the way she was grinding it suggestively against his lips, she wanted him to suck on. The damned thing was hard to miss, very clearly engorged and throbbing, the bitch obviously was excited from the moment she spotted him. He was tempted to bite down on the damned thing, just to teach her a lesson, but he knew that would only make his punishment that much worse. Reluctantly, the bull sucked on what he couldn’t help but think of as a midget’s thumb-tip. “He’s…haahh…not bad…” Rosalia panted in a strangely not quite exotic accent for a brief moment, which Gemi didn’t seem to notice, but he sure as hell did. Fucking bitch, the accent was as fake as her curse, but that didn’t change the fact that his wife believed in it one hundred and ten percent. One of his large, rough hands reared back before coming down with a loud clap against the cow bitch’s wide backside, fully intending to hurt her, but instead he was just met by a lewd groan and a harder grind down against his muzzle. “Again…” she ordered, this time remembering to use her fake accent. Mallory growled around her clit being suckled between his lips while the scent of excited con-artist grew even stronger in his nose, which was now rubbing against her slick slit. Reluctantly, he reared his other hand and gave her other wide buttock a rough spank, which again just resulted in another rough grinding of her cunt against his muzzle. “Keep going…” Madame Rosalia ordered as she leaned forward and her hands began to rub down over his well defied six pack beneath his white shirt. Mallory began to alternate rough spanks to the cow’s plush posterior as she ground ever more rough against his muzzle, while her breathing and groaning gradually became more laboured as her climax approached. While he worked her to ever closer to cumming, she reached down to his crotch and grasped at the base of his cock, just below where his wife’s lips stopped short of reaching as she continued to suck his dick. He wasn’t sure if he was happy or upset about the touch, on one hand, it did quell his growing climax as Gemi seemed to be getting lost in what she was doing and was quickly working him toward popping. But, on the other hand, it meant he would be nice and hard for the cow when she finally climbed off his fucking face and let him up for air. “Yes, Madame Rosalia is almost…there” she groaned and began to hitch her back, her thick thighs clamped down around his head as she ground against Mallory’s snout even more rough as she began to climax. With his lips still wrapped about her absurd clit, the bitch doused him with her orgasm. Until now, only Gemi had ever squirted in his face, which he had been rather proud of at the time as she’d had trouble achieving climax with her previous partners. But now, he had the fat cows cum all over his face and even in his hair, all he could smell was her. “Are you satisfied now?” Mallory grumbled when the busty bovine finally crawled down and off his face, while gently guiding Gemi’s maw off his cock. “Almost…” Madame Rosalia panted back at him, while she straddled his lap and reached beneath her red robe to grasp and guide his length inside herself. Gemi appeared beside him, gently taking one of his hands between her own and giving it an encouraging squeeze, just as the chubby cow impaled herself on the innocent and gullible mare’s husband’s cock. “Jeezus Christ!” Mallory groaned out in surprise. For a big girl, Rosalia was surprisingly tight and also rather damned hot. She also seemed to be part goddamned belly dancer with how she began moving her hips as if they were detached from her body. Despite himself, Mallory had to admit she did feel incredible as she ground and gyrated herself down on his achingly hard cock. He could feel her actively flexing her inner muscles to squeeze and massage his unwilling soldier standing at attention. The smug bitch even flashed him a knowing smile over her shoulder when Gemi wasn’t looking, she fucking knew what she was doing…in more ways than one. “Just hold on, you’re almost there” Gemi said encouragingly as she leaned down to give him a kiss on the lips, seemingly oblivious to the taste of the treacherous cow on his lips, or the fact his face and hair were soaked in her femcum. Mallory had to bite back a lewd groan a moment later when the fucking cow reached beneath herself and grabbed at his heavy balls, she seemed to know exactly how he liked having them caressed and fondled while fucking and was currently rolling them between her fingers even better than Gemi usually did. “Please God, don’t let me cum inside this lying bitch” Mallory prayed inside his head, hoping some deity out there would take pity on him and make her cum again, before he did. What was worse was that Gemi was right there beside him, actively cheering his infidelity on, simply because she believed whatever nonsense this supposed fortune teller had said. For all he knew, she probably wasn’t even Romani and was probably just some bored suburban housewife pretending to be able to see the future. When Rosalia began to ride him properly, she somehow seemed to get tighter about him and it almost felt like she was trying to lift his ass off her pillows just by the grip her cunt had on his cock. She was taking the entire ten inches too, without any problem, even Gemi battled to do that unless they fucked at just the right angle. Soon Madame Rosalia was bouncing and riding him with such abandon that he could hear her ample tits bounce and flop about within her robe, along with all that undoubtedly fake gold jewellery too. Soon her pace got to the point it sounded like someone was jogging with a full tray of cutlery with how all necklaces and even her earrings where jingling against one another. Without warning, the alleged future seeing cow finally slammed herself down hard onto Mallory’s dick and began to convulse atop him. He could feel the death grip her cunt was giving his cock when she came again, he was close too and tried to hold back, but with how long her climax seemed to last and with how she was damned near massaging his prick with her silken insides, he just couldn’t hold out long enough. As much as he didn’t want to and tried not to, Mallory felt his balls tuck up against his groin just before his cock began to pulse and throb with thick, hot spurts of his seed deep into Rosalia. God, he hoped she was on birth control, but it was too late to check now. Gemi watched as Madame Rosalia lifted her muzzle high and groaned out lewdly, her entire form trembling and shaking as she came hard. Surely after such a climax the fortune teller would be satisfied and her poor, honest and hard-working husband would be spared? She dared not ask just yet, in case she angered her before she came down from her climax. Even when Madame Rosalia leaned forward and dropped to all fours over Mallory’s thighs and crawled forward and off her husband’s cock as she moved to grab the edge of her table, the back of her robe lifted around her wide backside and exposed the white mess dripping from between her folds, Gemi didn’t say a word. She could feel how hot her cheeks suddenly got as she blushed at the sight. “Very well, I am pleased…I remove my curse from you” Madame Rosalia panted as she waved her hand in a lame attempt at drawing a spell. But it was enough to satisfy Gemi at least, a fact which she confirmed by giving Mallory an even deeper kiss than before, happy that he was now safe and free. A short while later, after he had gotten dressed again and Gemi had again confirmed with Madame Rosalia that he was now free of her curse, Mallory stood at the door to her tent. This time he didn’t wait for the cow to let them out, he held it open so Gemi could step outside first, but before he could exit, Rosalia grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and whispered to him. “Should have just eaten my ass and you wouldn’t have had to fuck me…but if you thought my pussy was good, you should see what I can do with all this ass” Rosalia said in a very not exotic sounding accent, she sounded like a one of the wives off a goddamned reality show set in Boston. “Bitch…” Mallory snorted and turned to leave the tent. “Says the cuck with my cum all over his face” she laughed, just as the flap to her tent closed behind him.