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An Evening with Deja Ch. 01

By: stevemike08066



It was your typical Friday night, and I was once again at the local book store, sitting in the cafe, hoping to meet the perfect woman.

I look around, but the pickings are slim tonight, just a bunch of college girls, all with there friends, most of them already have boyfriends.

I was about to pack it in, when I spotted her, she's just walking in, a stunning blonde goddess, she's 5'10, long blonde hair, a perfect ass, and what appears to be a d cup chest, I want to get a closer look at her, when I notice, she's tying on an apron and walking behind the counter. She works here?

After a few minutes, I get up the courage and walk up to the counter.

"Hi, can I help you?" She says in this almost girlish voice. Now I can tell she has crystal clear blue eyes, and a petite mouth. And she's wearing a pink baby tee and tight blue jeans, and I can tell she's not wearing panties.

"Yes, I'd like a large coffee, with cream and sugar, please." I say as my eyes just plunge down to her chest.

"That'll be $3.50, and my eyes are up here, sir!" She says, sounding angry.

"I'm sorry, honey, I've never seen you here before, are you new?"

"Yes, this is actually my third day, but my name isn't 'Honey', it's Deja, what's your name?"

"It's Steve, Deja." I say as my eyes once again wander towards her tits.

"Well, Steve, can you at least look me in the eyes when you talk to me?" 

"I'm sorry." I say, blushing slightly.

She smiles and hands me my coffee, I pay and slip an extra five dollars into her hand.

"But..." She says.

"Keep it, consider it a tip."

I sit there all night, watching the blonde goddess, before I know it, it's 11pm and it's closing time.

"Come on, we're closing up, time to go home." Deja says.

"Deja, wait, I wanted to ask you something."

"And what's that, or do you just want to stare at my tits some more?"

I just stand there, shocked.

"I knew it. You're another fucking pervert!" She says, walking away.

"Deja, Deja, wait!"

She turns around, looking angry.

"No, you wait, you fucking pervert, I'm grabbing my purse, then you're taking me to dinner and a few drinks, then you're taking me home, and if you're enough of a pervert, I'll let you fuck me, if not, then you'll go home and jerk off, thinking about me. Don't look at my eyes, stare at my tits, I said stare, pervert!"

I quickly move my eyes back to her tits.

"Good boy." She says with a girlish giggle.

"I'll be right back." 

She comes back a few minutes later, purse in hand.

"Are you ready, pervert?"

I nod my head and we walk to my car.

We drive to a fancy restaurant, have a nice dinner, then we move to the bar, we had a few drinks and some great conversation, but now I can tell Deja and is getting her courage up.

"Steve, is you cock hard?"

I just looked at her, not knowing how to answer.

She moves closer, and slides her hand between my legs, feeling the bulge.

"Oh yeah, you're hard! I don't want to wait any longer, let's go to the ladies room, and give me that sweet load!"

She takes me by my hand and leads me towards the ladies room, we walk into a stall, she closes and locks the door, and pushes me against it, we begin kissing, deep, passionate kisses, my hands move from her hair, to her big, firm tits.

"You wanna see my tits?"

"Yes!"

"Beg for it, beg to see my tits, pervert!"

"Please Deja, let me see your tits, please Deja!"

"Say Miss Deja, Steve!"

"Please Miss Deja, please, let me see your tits, Miss Deja."

"Good boy." She says, lifting her top, showing me her beautiful pink bra, which barely holds her tits.

"They're a d cup, and before you ask, they're real!" She says, as she unclasps her bra, letting her tits fall free.

"Touch my titties, Steve."

I reach out and gently cup her tits, squeezing them, lightly pinching her nipples, making her gasp in pleasure.

"Time for me to see that cock." She says, slowly dropping to her knees.

She opens my jeans and pulls my boxers down, exposing my rock hard 8-inch cock.

"Oh my, you are hard. Is this all for me?" She says with a very girlish giggle.

I just nod my head as she begins to stroke me up and down, rubbing the tip of her thumb over the head until the first drop of precum oozes out.

She gazes up at me with those beautiful blue eyes as she slowly begins to take me in her mouth, slowly she devours my cock, all the way to the back of her throat.

She bobs her head up and down for a few minutes, when she realizes I'm about to cum, she takes my cock from her mouth and just gives me an angry glare.

"Do you want to cum, pervert?"

"Yes."

"Yes? Yes what?"

"Yes, I want to cum, Miss Deja."

"Do you want to cum in my pretty mouth?"

"Yes, Miss Deja, I do."

"Beg for it, beg to cum in my mouth, you fucking pervert!"

"Please, please Miss Deja, I beg of you, let me cum in your mouth, please!"

"Good boy, just this once, I'll let you cum in my mouth!"

She puts my cock back in her mouth, I came almost instantly, she swallowed every drop, after that, she got up and started getting dressed.

"This was fun tonight, Steve, but I need to go, my friend is waithing out there, thanks for the ride though."

"Deja, wait."

"Steve, it was just a blow job, I could tell you really wanted it. Look, here's my phone number, call me sometime, and we'll do this again. And, odds are I'll see you at the coffee house every week anyway."

She kisses me on the cheek and walks away, I get dressed and walk to my car, the entire ride home, all I could think about was my beautiful blonde goddess!

To be continued.....

An Evening with Deja Ch. 02



It's another Saturday night, and, I'm once again at the bookstore café hoping to see my beautiful blonde goddess, Deja, again.

Before too long, I see her come walking in, she spots me and motions for me to come up to the counter.

"Hello, pervert!" She says with a devilish grin.

"Hi, Deja."

"Do you want another blow job, pervert?"

"Yeah, I'd love another one!"

"Well, go sit at your table, and, I'll be over later to tell you how you're gonna have to earn a blow job tonight, pervert."

I go and sit at my table, a few minutes later, Deja brings me a cup of coffee and slips a note in my hand, I open it up to read it.

"Drink your coffee, then, meet me outside!"

I finish my coffee and go walking outside, where I see Deja standing against the wall.

"Ok, Steve, here's the deal: You want a blow job? You're gonna have to earn it!"

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, first, you're gonna take me to a hotel, a nice hotel, and, you're going pay for the whole night, then, you're gonna eat my pretty, pink pussy, and, then, if you do a good job at that, and, I mean, I want to cum so hard, I squirt all over your face, then, I'll give you another blow job, and, after that, you're gonna go home, and I'll stay in the hotel room for the night. Am I being clear, pervert?"

"Yeah, you're clear."

"Say: 'Yes, Miss Deja!', pervert!"

"Yes, Miss Deja!"

"Good boy! Come on, let's go!"

We walk to my car, holding hands, and we drive to this really nice hotel only a few minutes away.

We get our room and head to the elevator, once inside, I grab Deja and just begin kissing her, deep, passionate kisses, sucking on her bottom lip.

"You've missed me, haven't you, pervert?"

"Yes, Miss Deja!"

"Good boy! Keep it in your pants till we get to the room, ok?"

I just nod my head yes just as the elevator doors open on our floor.

"Carry me, Steve!"

I pick her up, and, cradle her in my arms, kissing the entire way.

I put her down just long enough to unlock the door, and, she jumps on my back as we walk in the room.

Once inside, I can no longer control myself, and I pin her against the door, kissing her, roughly squeezing her tits.

"Ow! Steve, that hurts! Stop! OW! I SAID STOP, ASSHOLE!" She yells, slapping me across the face.

I react, and slap her, hard, with the back of my hand, knocking her back against the door, and, she slowly slides down to the floor.

"Don't tell me to stop, whore!" I say, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her back up.

"Please, please don't hurt me!" She says through her tears.

"Shut the fuck up, whore!" I say, throwing her down to the bed, and jumping on top of her, slapping her again.

"I'm gonna treat you like the trashy little cock tease you are!" I say, tearing her shirt open, exposing her teal satin & lace bra.

"Please, no, don't do this! I'm sorry I teased you, please, don't rape me!" She says, pleading with me.

"Shut the fuck up, whore!" I yell, slapping her again.

I unbutton her jeans, and slide them down, exposing her teal satin thong panties, just to add in a little more insult, I ball up my fist and punch her in the pussy.

"OWWWWWWW!" She screams.

She tries to curl into a ball, but, I stop her, tear her panties off, exposing her beautiful smooth, hairless pussy, I take her panties and jam them into her mouth to muffle her screams.

"Now, whore, you're gonna take my cock in that slutty cunt of yours, you do want my cock, don't you?"

She begins shaking her head 'no', as I unzip my pants and pull my cock out of my boxer shorts.

"Here it is whore!" I say as I begin to rub the had of my cock over her smooth pussy lips, and then, without warning, I violently ram my hard cock into her tight pussy.

Deja lets out a muffled scream, as I look down and see blood on my cock.

"I've torn your cunt open, slut." I say as I begin ramming myself in and out of her, deep and hard.

"You're gonna make me cum, whore, do you want my cum inside you?"

She again shakes her head 'no'

I feel the precum start to ooze out, I pull my cock out and finsh shooting my load on her stomach.

When I'm finished, Deja just curls into a ball and begins crying.

I grab a handful of her hair, pull her closer to me, and wipe my cock off in her hair.

"Please, you got what you want, now, leave me alone! I promise I won't tell anyone!" She says, puling her panties out of her mouth.

"This is just to make sure you don't." I say, taking out my camera phone, and taking a few pictures of her.

"What are you going to do with those?" She asks.

"Well, if you're not at the coffee house next week, I'll make sure that everyone in there sees these pics."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, yes I would! We're going to do this again next week, Deja, whether you like it or not!"

She begins crying again.

"See you next week, whore!" I say, leaving the hotel room.

To be continued...

*Authors note: The following is a work of pure fiction, it's meant for entertainment purposes. The author doesn't condone this type of behavior. Those that do should seek serious help*