2 comments/ 20432 views/ 5 favorites Just Coffee By: MKelso The tension in the air was palpable, as they entered his house through the garage door. He watched her as she crossed the threshold first, admiring the way her ass gyrated within her jeans. He smiled as he gazed upon her slightly mussed hair, remembering how just moments ago he had locks of it gripped tightly in his right hand, forcing her face onto his throbbing manhood as he drove home from the coffee house. They made their way upstairs, into the living room. He observed her eyeing the futon couch in the center of the room, a lone ottoman sitting purposefully in front of it. The room was dark, with the exception of a soft red glow emanating from a hidden lamp behind the large screen television. He wondered if she would remember his instructions. She took off her jacket, dropping it to the floor behind the couch, and revealing her beautiful DD-cup breasts. He admired the way they strained against the tight t-shirt, seeming to defy gravity. Her nipples were rock hard, clearly visible through the thin material. She looked at him hungrily, with lust in her eyes. She was clearly frustrated with him, after being roughly pulled away from his cock when they arrived home. She licked her lips as she gazed down at the bulge in his jeans. "All in good time," he thought with a sly grin. He crossed his arms, glaring impatiently at her. She hadn't forgotten already, had she? She looked up at him, and grinned sheepishly. Without a word, she unfastened the button on her jeans, and slowly began unzipping them. She was still wearing his boxers, which he had given to her earlier that night. He smiled as he remembered ordering her to take off her pants in the parking garage. She had been hesitant, but she did drop her jeans to put on the boxers. She hadn't seen the older couple look over at her as she was bent over, hurrying on to the elevators in embarrassment. He wondered if that would have even fazed her, anyway. He was brought back from his reminiscing by the intoxicating scent of her incredibly aroused pussy. She stepped out of her shoes, then the pants, leaving her socks on as earlier instructed. He smiled to himself; she did remember his instructions, and followed them well. He walked around the couch and sat down in front of the ottoman. He kicked the ottoman away from him a bit, and then rested his feet on it. Her head hung down in submission, she padded over to him. She lifted her left leg over his, straddling his crossed legs, facing the television. She slowly bent forward, presenting her boxer-covered ass to his face. She bent all the way over, her head coming to rest on the ottoman. She placed her hands behind her knees, and began to run them slowly up the back of her thighs. Slowly, steadily, she stroked upwards, until she got to the bottom of the boxers. Her hands continued up inside the legs of her boxers, then back down again. She grabbed the hem of the boxers, and slowly began pulling them down, teasing, inch by agonizing inch. He had told her to take her time, but even he was beginning to squirm a little in his seat, eagerly anticipating the unveiling of her luscious charms underneath. Her ass cheeks came into view. He licked his lips in anticipation. Slowly, her puckered anus peeked out; did it just wink at him? He remembered that she had told him she wasn't into anal sex. He hoped that he would soon change her mind; she had a beautiful ass, and it would be a shame if she never felt the ecstasy of having a warm, wet tongue teasing her ass into relaxation. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating. It was stronger now, and as she slowly revealed it to him, he could see her juices literally bubbling out of her, coating her lips and clit with wetness, and running down the inside of both of her thighs. She could not pull the boxers down any farther; they were resting on his legs. She put her hands on the ottoman, lifting her head and ample chest up, and arching her back. She was breathing heavily, letting out a whimper now and then. He sensed her frustration; she was incredibly aroused, and his cock was rock hard. He knew that if he stood up, ripped off his jeans, and savagely impaled her, both of them would cum within minutes. But he wasn't going to do that. He intended to take his time. Withdrawing his feet from the ottoman, he placed his feet on the floor behind her, and sat forward on the couch. The boxers fell to the floor, and she stepped out of them. She was very obedient, very submissive; she stayed bent over the ottoman, her exposed ass and pussy now just inches from his face. Her hips made slight thrusting motions, barely discernible. He had told her to be still, but he could forgive her this slight transgression; she probably wasn't even aware she was doing it. He heard her breathing heavily, nearly panting with desire. Her head was turned back toward him, and he saw the unadulterated lust in her eyes. She wanted to be fucked, hard. Her eyes pleaded with him to ram his cock deep into her and satisfy her burning needs. He smiled at her, and shook his head "no." Not yet, my love; all in good time. She moaned, and her pussy flexed, pushing out more juices. She may have wanted to be fucked, but she was enjoying this exquisite torture. He leaned forward, his hot breath caressing her ass and thighs. He reached up and placed a hand on each ass cheek, squeezing the luscious globes. He spread her cheeks apart, exposing her even more to his lusty gaze. It was now or never, he thought. Leaning in further, he stuck out his tongue and lightly licked, just above her pussy and below her puckered anus. She shuddered at the warm wet touch. He licked again. And again, this time running his tongue from the edge of her pussy, to just below her asshole. She let out a guttural moan, and then she did it. Barely, almost imperceptibly, she lowered her ass. That was all the invitation he needed... He stood up, and had her stand up as well. He looked into her eyes and smiled. She grinned back at him; she trusted him. He immediately lowered the futon into a bed, and patted the edge to encourage her to kneel upon it. She did, without question. Knees on the edge, she laid her head down on the mattress, her ass jutting up into the air, fully exposing her womanhood to him to do as he pleased. He pulled the ottoman close to the bed, and sat upon it. His face was in perfect position. He reached up with his right hand, and extending his middle finger, he traced a path from her anus down through the gushing wet furrow of her pussy lips, and to her clit. He flicked her clit, and she moaned with desire, grinding her hips at him in frustration. He did it again, this time allowing his fingertip to enter her pussy slightly before continuing down to her clit. He lingered on her clit, rubbing a couple of times before flicking it and removing his finger. "Unnghhh!" she moaned, and he saw her anus pucker and flex a couple of times, as her pussy clenched and released a flood of fresh nectar. The inside of her thighs were now coated with pussy juice, and she was rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, massaging her wetness into her legs. She was getting awfully close to her pussy lips. He had given her strict instructions not to touch her pussy in any way; if she violated that at any time tonight before he said it was ok, he would immediately send her home, unfulfilled. Neither of them wanted that, but he would follow the rules if he had to, and she knew it. He once again placed his hands on her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart as wide as he could, her puckered asshole completely exposed to his gaze. He stuck out his tongue, and made light contact with her anus. He might as well have delivered an electric shock! She let out a guttural moan, "Uuuunnnngggghhhooohhhmygoddddd!!!" He pushed with his tongue, gently, insistently, wriggling it back and forth against her sphincter. For a moment, nothing happened, until suddenly she relaxed, and his tongue entered her anus about half an inch. He didn't force it. He wriggled it around just a bit, then withdrew. Then he pushed it in again, and met with very little resistance. She was amazed at the sensation, the eroticism she felt, and her panting and moaning and grinding gave evidence to this. He smiled... she wanted more, and he was willing to oblige. Reaching up with his right hand, and keeping his tongue firmly ensconced in her asshole, he slowly inserted his middle finger into her sopping wet pussy. It slid in with almost no resistance, her natural lubrication paving the way. She let out a satisfying sigh, and pushed back on his finger. This had the added effect of pushing her ass back too, and as she did, he pushed his tongue deeper into her anal passage. Her moans were almost nonstop now, and he felt her pussy flexing on his finger, her ass pulsing on his tongue. His finger was now buried deeply in her tight pussy, and he pressed downward, feeling the spongy flesh of her g-spot. He began to massage it, his finger moving back and forth, occasionally tapping at it. She gasped; this was a new sensation. It felt almost as if she had to pee, but in a very good way. She tensed up a bit. She knew that if she opened up her mouth to say anything, he would stop immediately and send her home. He hadn't given her permission to speak yet. But the feeling kept growing, and she felt that if she didn't say something soon, she would pee all over his futon and floor, and he'd be angry with her. She moaned in pleasure; the sensations were overwhelming her. She decided to keep her mouth shut, since he seemed to know what he was doing. And she really didn't want the sensation to stop. She felt his muscular tongue deeply penetrating her ass, and was amazed at the pleasurable sensations it was causing deep inside her. She was completely and utterly exposed, legs spread wide, ass projecting high in the air, arms lying back beside her knees. Her sensitive breasts were tingling, her nipples as hard as diamonds. Her face was flushed and very warm, her mouth forming a permanent "O" as she kept moaning and groaning in pure bliss. She was no longer a woman. She was a large reservoir, filled to capacity, the dam straining under the great pressure that threatened to burst at any moment. She felt herself reach closer, closer, the pleasure almost overwhelming her, any second now the dam was going to burst. Her breath came in ragged gasps, an almost constant groan coming from her core, a wailing plea for release. He slowed down a bit, releasing the pressure of his finger on her G spot, but keeping his tongue buried and writhing in her ass. He loved the way she was grinding her ass back at him, pushing incessantly at his finger and tongue, begging for more, begging for release. He kept her at the edge, just before that point of no return. He wanted to torture her, make her beg, open her mouth and ask for it. She now had permission to speak, but he wasn't going to tell her. He wanted her to think she was breaking the rule, that she had no other choice... She couldn't understand... why couldn't she come yet? She was so close! She pushed back against his finger. "More pressure, dammit, I'm almost there!" she thought. God, if she could only speak! "Unnnngggghhhh!" she groaned in ecstatic agony, desperately trying to get him to give her more. The tongue in her ass felt amazing, but she needed more, MORE! She fantasized what it would like to have his cock buried in her ass, pounding her like a whore. She imagined fucking three guys at once, one in her ass, one in her cunt, and one buried balls deep in her throat. She was a toy, to be used, fucked, raped until she was unconscious, then raped some more. God, she couldn't believe these thoughts were going on in her head! She was right on the edge of the cliff; the dam was about to break, and it wouldn't give! She couldn't take it any more... if he wasn't going to get her off, send her over the edge, then when he kicked her out, she'd go to the local bar and fuck every guy there. "Dammit, FUCK ME!!" she screamed at him. She sobbed, knowing it was over. Suddenly, she felt a second finger enter her tight pussy. She felt stretched, and very full. And now, he was putting pressure on her G spot again! "Oh, fuckgoddammit yes!!" she groaned. She felt his tongue leave her ass, and it felt empty and cold. The pressure in her pussy was amazing, though, and she ground her pussy back, fucking his fingers. She felt something at her ass. It wasn't his tongue, though... this was different. It entered her slowly, but steadily, reaching further than his tongue had been able to. She looked back at him; it was the middle finger of his left hand! Oh, fuck yes, this was it! She felt her orgasm approaching. She hoped he wasn't going to stop this time. Suddenly, the dam burst, and she heard the distant roar of the water cascading over the remains of the dam. No... that was her, screaming in pure ecstacy, her pussy grasping and clenching at his fingers. "UUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!!!!" She began squirting all over the place, drenching his face, the ottoman, the floor, and she kept cumming and cumming, her ass clenching his invading finger in a vice grip, her hips thrashing and bucking uncontrollably. Slowly, her spasms subsided, and she collapsed on the bed. His fingers oozed out of her, coated in her bodily fluids. She rolled over, completely spent, spreading her legs widely. She looked up at him in amazement through half-lidded eyes. His face and shirt were drenched, and he was grinning from ear to ear. "Hey baby," he said, "can I get anything for you?" She smiled weakly. "Coffee. It's gonna be a long night..." Just Coffee? Here I sit in my favorite diner. Everyone has one. Tables and chairs that have seen better days, booths covered in cheap red vinyl. An aging Jean Harlow types waitress. Serving cup after cup of coffee. Garish red lipstick on her aging cracked lips her bleach blonde hair dry and frizzy. A plastic nametag pinned to the lapel of her Pepto-Bismol pink uniform. My waitress is named Dani. Short for Danielle? I don't know. I've never asked. This morning she greets me the same way she always does, "Mornin' Hon...just coffee today?" It's kind of a redundant question cause she knows all I ever have is coffee. From the smells that come out of the kitchen, ingesting the food would probably be lethal. "Yes please, Dani" I reply, Smiling at her. I sit in my regular booth, the one in the back corner. It faces the door. Allowing me see everyone come and go. We get all types here. The commuters, taking their coffees to go in the little styrofoam cups with the perpetually leaking lids. The 'keep it coming drinkers' who practically guzzle cup after cup and keep the pot forever in Dani's capable hands. The paper readers like me, who sip and savor. In no rush. Lost in their own worlds. But today is different. Today you come in. I notice you right away. What red-blooded female wouldn't? Your body wrapped in black Italian silk. Broad shoulders, long legs, tight ass. Your physique defined by the soft material of your suit. I have the sudden urge to bite my fist like you see them do in the movies. You sit opposite me. Spreading the paper out before you, a slight clink of the diner's cheap china as you flip your cup over for Dani. I hear your deep voice above the noise in the diner, "Just coffee please...no cream...no sugar" "None of that fancy stuff, eh Hun" Dani laughs lightly, winking at you as she pours you a cup. You grin up at her playfully. Nodding your head in agreement, as she moves on. "With a voice like that baby, you don't need sugar." I think to myself and chuckle. Knowing I would never have the gumption to actually say something like that to you. I watch you drink. Sipping slowly. Savoring every drop. Your blonde hair falling forward over your eyes as you read. Your wide shoulders hunched over slightly. Your foot tapping out some unknown tune that only you could hear. My gaze moves down your body. I feel the first stirrings of arousal travelling through me. You glance up at me. I actually jump a bit as you catch me staring. Your intense green eyes crinkle at the corners as you give me a quick, polite smile. Showing me a flash of your perfect white teeth. I look away quickly and blush, intimidated by you. Too shy and too self-conscious to hold your gaze or smile back. "Way out of your league, girl" I murmur to myself. Looking at my reflection in the mirror behind Dani's counter. I try to see myself through your eyes. I'm plain. There is no other word for how I look. My mousy brown hair tied back into a ponytail. My blue eyes too small and spaced a little too far apart. A light spattering of freckles across the bridge of my slightly upturned nose. Medium sized bust. Hips a bit too wide across and legs entirely too chunky complete the package. And then of course, there is my attire. Faded blue jean cutoffs, worn sneakers and my tight white T-shirt that proudly proclaims to the world in big bold black lettering, 'Nobody Knows I'm Elvis' Men that look like you do usually pay no attention to girls who look like me. I see you with the lingerie model type. A Barbie doll incarnate. Blonde and beautiful. Legs up to here. Boobs out to there. Perfect smile. Perfect hair. Designer wardrobe. The complete opposite of me and my cleaning the house on Saturday look. I take a deep breath and sneak a peek at you again. Your lush lips pressed against the edge of the cup, your Adam's apple bobbing slightly as you swallow. Your eyes moving quickly over the page in front of you. I wonder what it would be like to kiss someone like you. To run my hands over your body. To make you mine. I stare into my swirling coffee and in my mind I see us together. I lead you into my bedroom. There are lit candles everywhere, the smell of vanilla in the air. I slowly undress you, brushing my lips against the heated skin of your neck. My fantasy self in control. Uninhibited. Confident. I remove your coat. Unbutton your shirt. Slowly revealing your body bit by bit. Licking then biting gently on your nipples, moving down your torso. Kissing and taking little tastes as I go, savoring you. Swirling my tongue into your bellybutton. Nibbling your hipbones. Teasing and playing watching your cock get harder and harder. Pushing your pants over your hips and down your long legs, having you step out of them. Standing again to kiss you, a long, slow kiss, sliding my tongue against yours. Enjoying your taste, the way you smell, rubbing my body against yours. I take your hand and lead you to a chair, placed at the end of my bed. I push you back into it. Reaching down I retrieve 2 black scarves, securing one hand.... Then the other to the arms of the chair. Making sure you can't move. I stand just beside you, slowly take my clothing off. Watching you. Then I sit just in front of you on the bed. Our knees almost touching as I spread my legs. Giving you a teasing glimpse of my nether lips. Slipping my finger into my mouth, still watching you. Sliding my finger out of my mouth and tracing it down my body, over my chin, down my throat. Brushing lightly over the crest of my breast. Just barely touching my nipple, circling slowly. Getting it very wet. Blowing lightly across it so you can watch it pucker. Lifting my other breast to my mouth I flick my tongue out, wetting the other nipple. Blowing over that one too. My nipples hard I wet my finger again moving it down between the valley of my breasts. Over my stomach, then through the strip of hair above my pussy. Spreading my legs wider. I run it over my sex, pushing between my glistening lips and gently into myself. Bringing that moisture up I use it as lubrication as I brush my finger against my clit. Moaning as I make contact. I bring my feet up onto the bed. Bending my knees. Opening myself completely to your gaze. Reveling in my boldness...in my courage. A small smile on my lips as I show you how I touch myself. One finger brushing lightly over my clit...feather light then harder...slow at first then faster. Moving down every so often and pushing in to myself. One finger, Then two. My hips moving against my hand. I arch my back. So close to orgasm. My skin flushed and slick. Moaning loudly as my body shudders. I cum hard lifting my hips off the bed, to meet my hand. My eyes shut tightly as I move it deeper and faster inside me. Feeling my own internal muscles clench around my fingers. My pussy spasms, squeezing them inside me. My body settles and then relaxes. I reach over and rub my wet fingers against your lips. Pushing them inside your mouth. Feeling your tongue moving over my fingers, nipping playfully at them. I lean in and kiss you, tasting myself on your tongue. I drop to my knees in front of you, your hands now clenched into tight fists. I notice you tugging every so often as I lean forward. You are watching me intently as I brush my lips over the tip of your cock. Blowing gently on it. Licking down your shaft. Running my tongue over your balls, nipping at them gently with my lips. Flicking my tongue lightly over your ass. Probing as I watch your face. Moving back up your shaft. Trailing little licks and kisses. Little nibbles. Circling the head of your cock with my tongue, just below the ridge...lightly... making you crazy. I place my lips against the tip. Suck it slowly into my mouth then stop, your moans fill the room as I wrap my hand around the length of your cock. I start to stroke you. Sucking hard, just the tip inside my mouth. My hand moving along your length. Then I slide you all the way into my mouth. Drawing you in hard and moaning as I feel you twitch. You're talking to me. You seem to know it really turns me on. Saying wonderfully naughty things. "I love the way your lips look sliding all over my cock...that's it, suck it harder...Does that make your pussy wet?...How do you taste baby?... I can't wait to feel your tight little cunt squeezing around my cock." You're making me crazy. Making me want you more and more until I can't take it anymore. I need to have you inside me. I move up and straddle your hips. Taking a hold of your cock and rub it against my pussy, grinding it against my clit. Getting my juices all over you. I lean in for a kiss as I guide you into my body. Sinking down on your shaft slowly. Moaning into your mouth as you fill me. I take you inside my body then stop with you buried to the hilt. Rolling my hips gently as I kiss the hell out of you. Sucking your tongue into my mouth. Nibbling your lips. Devouring you. My hands moving over your body, trying to touch you everywhere. I break away, burying my face in the hollow of your throat, still kissing and nipping. Moving up your neck to your ear. Taking your lobe between my teeth. Moving very slowly. Rocking. Riding you. Then starting to move a bit quicker. My feet flat on the floor. My hands running up your arms. Using your shoulders for leverage, digging my nails into you. I move up and down. Faster and harder, my pelvis slams against yours. My hard nipples rubbing against your chest. Leaning back so you can see your cock moving in and out of me. My orgasm hits me hard. My body stiffens. Squeezing you deep inside me as I shift my hips, prolonging my pleasure. My muscles milking you. Little spasms gripping your cock as it moves in and out of me. Leaning up I whisper in your ear, "C'mon baby.... cum for me .....I want to feel you explode inside me." Biting gently on your lobe. Moaning in to your ear. "Oh baby, you feel so good." I hear you moan loudly as you cum. Feel your cock throb inside me. Your hips lifting my feet off the floor. I cum again. This time with you. Our juices mixing and dripping down onto you as I tremble and contract. My muscles gripping you deep inside me. Rocking and squeezing you until my body relaxes and I collapse against your warm chest. I feel your cock soften and slowly withdraw from my body as our breathing returns to normal. I reach down and untie your hands. You close your arms around me. Stroking my back as I lean in and kiss you softly..... "Refill Hon?" Dani's voice cuts through my daydream like shattering glass. Snapping me back to reality. "Hello?.... Darlin' are you okay? ...you look kinda flushed." I blink at her once....twice...shake my head to clear my thoughts and take a deep breath. "Oh...yes, I'm fine.... Just tired that's all." I manage to get the words out. I know my face is bright red. My breathing uneven. My heart racing. I glance over at you again. You're smiling at me. A glint in your green eyes and a sly grin on your face that reminds me of the smile that the Cheshire cat gave to Alice. This time, I smile back. Thinking to myself...maybe.... Just maybe you might like your women the same way you like your coffee. With none of that fancy stuff.