0 comments/ 14020 views/ 1 favorites Coffee Shop Encounter By: Catisfaction As we flirt outside the coffee shop your actions make me horny. Every movement of your muscular body, every caress from your dark eyes turns me on. You begin do undress me with your eyes. Seeing through every article of clothing as though it were not there. I begin to feel very hot and flustered under your close scrutiny. I know I cannot resist you much longer. I press my body close to yours and nibble on your ear, whispering in your ear for you to follow me. I lead you into the tearoom and behind the counter. I kiss your neck and nibble on your ears, whispering to you, telling you what I'm gonna do to you as my tongue slides into your mouth, intertwining with yours, and my hands caress the body that I so desire. I slowly disappear as I sink to my knees, unzipping your pants with my teeth I find the prize I'm looking for. I take you in my mouth, teasing you with every movement of my tongue, sliding my lips further down your meaty hardness as you try not to groan, not wanting to draw attention to my very public display of affection. My hands wander over your firm arse thrusting your mass deeper into my mouth, tasting the first few drops of sweet nectar, sliding my tongue over every firm inch. I feel your legs begin to tremble as you knees weaken. I pull away from you as you sink to your knees in front of me. You kiss me deeply, drawing me closer to you. You must be able to feel my tremble in anticipation at the touch of your body. Your hands slide under my shirt as I nibble on your neck. Your fingers electrify me, sending shivers down my spine with every connection. You slowly remove my shirt as I hope that no one will walk into the room, knowing that it's too late to stop now. Your lips and tongue trace a passage of fire towards my breasts as you release them from their bindings and tease my nipples with your tongue, sending jolts of pleasure cascading around my body. I unbutton your shirt, and remove it from your torso; you lie back as my tongue flicks across your chest. My hands wander sensually through your think chest hair as my lips begin playing with your nipples. My hands travel down your body, finding your firmness, stroking gently, then harder as you give in to pleasure and let lose your moans. You fumble with my skirt, pulling it above my waist as your eyes show the surprise of finding no panties obstructing your path. You slide your finger along my glistening wetness; Slipping inside me as you kiss me with lust filled passion. Excitement darts around my body as your fingers intimately explore me, you lower your head till you can taste the sweet elixir, your cool tongue finds my hardened nub and sends sensations of pure ecstasy running through my body until I can take no more. I roll myself over you, straddling your wondrous beauty, sliding myself onto you, till I can feel you throbbing inside me, slowly I ride you as your hips drive you further into me, faster and harder, driving me wild. I wonder if others can hear our moans but instantly the thought passes as I give into the sensations and let you take me to the blissful peak of pure lust. Coffee Shop Encounter I used to not drink this much coffee. That all changed a couple weeks ago when I was in a rush and starving; I stopped in a coffee shop. The woman behind the counter took my breath away. She looked like a goth dominatrix sex goddess. I tried to keep my cool as I ordered a cookie. Since then I've been going to the coffee shop regularly, and I've tried to start up conversations with Estelle, that's her name, but she's always too busy. I have seen her talking to other customers, but I think they've been customers longer than me. Last night things changed a lot. I went into the coffee shop an hour and a half before closing. It was just Estelle and a super hot blonde girl working. Her nametag told me her name is Stacy. Estelle was professional, but by no means extra friendly as she made my drink. Part of me wanted to ask her what she was doing after work, but I chickened out. I got my drink, sat in one of the comfortable chairs, and started reading my book. Before I knew it, I was the only customer left in the whole place. Stacy started sweeping, and wiping off the tabletops. She really is very attractive. What a great ass. My mind started to wander. I imagined kissing that ass through her panties. Soon I imagined pressing my tongue to her cunt through her panties, as her wetness spreads. I imagined her grabbing my hair and pulling my head out of her crotch. "Take off my panties, and make me cum." I imagined pulling her panties down her thighs. What a cute little patch of blonde pubic hair. "HEY!" I was snapped out of my fantasy, "Hey! Stop staring, pervert." "Oh . . . um . . . sorry," I said as I embarrassingly buried my head back in my book. Stacy was soon talking with Estelle. I glanced up and could see Estelle staring at me. The next thing I know, I looked up and Estelle was towering over me. "We're closing." "Oh sure," I said as I fumbled to get my stuff together. "I guess I was really into my book." "Into other things too." I really had to go to the bathroom, and I didn't think I could wait until I got home. I quickly went into the men's room, and took a piss. As I was leaving the rest room, Estelle went in. I went to the front door of the coffee shop, but it was locked. Stacy came over to let me out. "Wait, don't let him out." Estelle said. "He fucking peed on the floor." "I'm so sorry. I was in a rush, but that's no excuse—" "No, it's no excuse at all. I just cleaned that before you went in there." "I'm sorry. What can I say? What can I do? I'll clean it." I said. "That's a great idea." I went back into the bathroom. Got some paper towels wet and started to clean the floor around the toilet. I could hear Estelle and Stacy talking a laughing outside the room. I did my best, and opened the door to leave. "Wait, I want to make sure you did a good job. I'm sure you're incompetent when it comes to cleaning." Estelle said, and her and Stacy pushed me back into the bathroom. Estelle pointed to a spot on the floor. "You missed a spot." I really didn't see it, but I re-wiped it. "And here, you slob," I wiped that too. "You're really something. You're a wimp aren't you?" I was shocked by the question, and didn't know what to say. "I can tell you're a born submissive. I bet you'd be a good slave. Do you ever fantasize about being a slave?" "Yes. Yes I do." I had to admit. "And with you as my mistress." "You might think this is your lucky day, but we're going to show you what it's like to be a slave. See the thing is Stacy wants a slave and I'm going to help her find and train one. Do you want us to test you? I don't think you'll really be able to handle it, but this might be the last chance you ever have at getting a hot mistress." I could hardly believe what I was hearing. See the thing is, I've fantasized about having a mistress for like fifteen years. I'm not the richest man in the world, so I can't afford to go to Dominatrix that you pay to see. "Oh my God, I mean Goddess, oh my Goddess yes." "We are going to punish you for two things. For staring at Stacy's ass, and for peeing on the floor, I want you to take off your clothes." I was so nervous, and it seemed so sudden, but I knew that if I wanted to explore what I had dreamed about for so long, I had to go for it. I started to take off my clothes. "You just know a little wimp like this is going to have a small dick." Estelle said. The worst thing is that she was right; I'm only five inches on a good day. I took off my underwear anyway. "Oh my God, you're right." Stacy said. "My boyfriend is so much better." "That's right wimp, Stacy has a boyfriend," Estelle said. "You'll just be her slave. You were really staring at her ass, it must have been for at least ten minutes." "I'm so sorry Mistress Stacy." I said. "I . . . well my mind wanders . . . and I really didn't know I was staring." "Oh, isn't that cute. Stay here, we'll be right back." Estelle said. They picked up my clothes. "Don't worry hon, we're gonna have some fun with you." Then they left. What if they left me here? Luckily I didn't have to worry, they weren't gone long. Estelle was carrying a big spoon when they came back. "So you can tell us, what were you thinking about when you were staring at Stacy's ass?" "I was fantasizing about licking her pussy, about eating her out." "Um, I like that." Stacy said. "Yeah, but that really wouldn't be a punishment, to let you lick that sweet pussy." Estelle said. "Maybe, some day if you're a real good slave, you'll get to lick her cunt. She'll sit on your face. Would you like that?" "Yes, very much, yes." "Well okay, you've got something to work for." Stacy said. "But today you're going to be punished. I want you to get down on your knees, behind Stacy." I did as told. "So you like Stacy's ass so much, I want you to kiss it." I kissed it. "Now the other side." I kissed the other side, and I kissed it again, and again. Then whack, Estelle smacked my ass with the spoon. "I didn't say to kiss it more than twice, fucking pervert. Now I want you to get that ass out, stick it fucking out so it's easy for me to smack. "Okay, now pull down Stacy's pants, and panties." "Oh my fucking luck, if this is punishment, I must be in heaven," I thought. I gladly did as instructed. My hands were shaking with excitement. "Oh my God, what a thing of beauty." "Okay, little slave boy I want you to lick from right below her cunt, and don't touch her cunt, or you'll pay. I want you to lick from below her cunt, all the way along her ass crack, over her asshole, and all the way up to her lower back." I was mesmerized, by the thought of what Estelle had told me to do. Whack! The spoon slammed into my backside. I almost fell forward into Stacy. Damn that hurt. "GO!! What the fuck are you waiting for." Estelle yelled. I touched my tongue to Stacy, and I was careful not to touch her pussy, even though there was nothing more I wanted. I couldn't believe I was doing this, with a woman as hot as Stacy. I moved my tongue up along the crack of her ass, all the way to her lower back. "How did he do?" asked Estelle. "Not to good. Not good at all. I couldn't really even feel it." Stacy. "I don't think he's really slave material." Said Estelle. "No, please I can do better." I said, "I promise." "Turn around." I did as instructed. "Hands and knees, look at the floor, put your head between Stacy's thighs. I'm giving you five hard whacks for the pathetic job of ass licking. We need a good ass licker." "That's not fair. I didn't know. You didn't tell me." "Not fair?" Estelle said, "You can leave right now." I didn't move. "We expect you to do what we tell you, and we expect you to do it with enthusiasm. Now listen, sometimes I know you won't be perfect the first time, and that's when you'll be punished, like you're going to be now, that's how you'll learn. Put your head between Stacy's thighs." I did, and I felt her press her legs together and hold me in place. The five whacks were excruciating. I was so glad when it was over. Then whack. "That last one's for arguing, bitch." Stacy turned back around. I wiped tears off my cheeks. "Oh, he's crying. I love it when they cry. It's so cute." Estelle said. "Now lick that ass crack, and do a fucking good job of it." This time I pressed my tongue into Stacy, and did the best I could. "How is it now?" Estelle asked. "Should I give him more spanks?" "No, he's perfect. That's how to lick an ass boy. I could really get used to that. I might need that every day." Stacy said. "Isn't it great what a few well placed smacks to the backside can do?" Estelle said. "I can't wait to try him out myself one day. But not now, we have a lot more to do. Now I want you to give Stacy here five more good licks along the ass crack, and they better all be as good as what you just did." I made sure to concentrate and lick her as well as I did the first time. "Okay, now my little dicked ass bitch, I want you to lick around the rim of Stacy's asshole, and if you don't do a fucking good job, you'll regret it." I did as best as I could. "Just keep going around and around, until I tell you to stop." I kept going around and around. It was probably only for a minute, but it felt longer. "Stop." Said Stacy. "Keep your face in my ass, I have to fart." Before I knew it I was blasted with a fart. "Keep your face in there, you fucking worthless bitch." Oh my God it was terrible. "Stacy! You're too much." Said Estelle, and both women started laughing. "Don't move bitch." Said Stacy to me. "Oh my goodness, being mean to him is so much fun. I'm getting horny. I can't wait for my boyfriend to fuck me." She said to Estelle. They both kept laughing. "He still has more punishment coming." Estelle said. "Now bitch, I want you to make your tongue into a straight and hard little poker, and I want you to push it up into Stacy's ass. After her little fart, she might need a little cleaning." They both laughed. I did as best I could. "Is that good for you, Stacy?" "It could be better." Whack. I felt the spoon slam into me. "No, no, I'm just kidding, it's okay. Keep it up little bitch." "Stacy you're so mean." "You're the one whacking him." "Oh yeah, I know I'm mean, in fact I can be even worse." Stacy said. "Don't stop ass licker. Get that tongue all up in that ass hole. That's where she shit's from. You know that right, bitch?" They were laughing. "Get up in there as far as you can." I pushed my tongue as far as it would go; my jaw was starting to hurt. "Okay, okay, you can stop. On your knees, put your hands behind your back, and look at the floor." I did as instructed, praying that I was doing what she wanted. "That's what you get for looking at Stacy's ass. Now we have a good little ass licker. Maybe some day, we'll have a party with 20 to 40 people, and you can lick everyone's ass, wouldn't that be fun?" "Yes mistress." "Okay, well that's the punishment for staring at Stacy's ass, but you still have to be punished for peeing on the floor. "Yes mistress." "Lay on your back." "Yes mistress." I did as instructed. "I love this part," Estelle said to Stacy. She took off her pants. "I think I love this part too," I thought. Then she took off her panties. Oh my goodness, I was starting to get hard. Her pussy was nicely trimmed. She stood over me one foot on either side. Now that's what I called a view. I could get used to this. She squatted down. Her beautiful cunt was right over my face. "Open your mouth." She said. "Is she going to have me eat her pussy?" I thought as I opened my mouth. "I hope you're thirsty." Then it hit me; what she was going to do. She wanted to pee on me. I quickly closed my mouth. "He closed his mouth." Stacy said. "Fucking open your mouth. I have to go to the bathroom, and I need a toilet." Estelle said. I didn't know what to do. I'd fantasized about this before, but I just didn't feel ready. "He's shaking his head no." Stacy said. I was shaking my head, and I didn't even know it. "Okay, get out." Estelle said. "We'll find someone else. It won't be hard." "No please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just didn't expect . . . I'll do it." "Too late. We don't have time for this. If you're going to be this hard to train." "I won't, I'll do better. I promise." "Stacy, what do you think?" Estelle said. "I'll let you decide." "Well he did a pretty good job licking my ass. We could give him a chance." "Okay, one more chance, but you're really pissing me off." "Even though you haven't peed yet." Stacy said. "It's not even funny Stace," Estelle said, but I think I caught her give a wink to her friend. "You mister are in for a good belt whipping, then I'll pee into you, then Stacy will pee into you, then maybe we'll train you to be Stacy's slave. So stand up. Fucking hurry. Stacy give me his belt. Hands on the wall above your head. Spread your feet apart. Fucking stick out your ass. You should already know that. You say you've fantasized about being a slave. Then you should know to present your ass for a whipping. Keep your hands on the wall. Every time you move them we add five strokes. You're getting fifty." "Whoa, fifty that's a lot." Stacy said. I was glad she said it. "Stacy if you really want a slave, you're going to have to learn that the best way to get them to do what you want is to be firm. He closed his mouth, when I told him to open it. That's disobedient. I can't tolerate disobedience. He'll make mistakes like not licking hard enough, that's one thing, and we still punish him for that, but directly questioning an order? No, no I won't tolerate it." "You're right. Of course you're right." Stacy said. Estelle stood behind me and to the side. She lazily swung the belt and it touched my ass, but not hard. "One." I said. "Oh come on," Estelle said laughing, "Are you really that stupid? That wasn't a stroke. I was just testing the distance, for my swing. Look, you don't even have to count. Just concentrate on keeping your position, and think about the mistake of questioning me or being disobedient to me, or anyone else, Stacy will you count, but not out loud?" "Yes." "First I'm going to come in from the side. Tell me when I get to twenty." Then Estelle swung the belt way back, and holding it with both hands quickly swung it back around and connected with my ass. It almost took my breath away. Before I could process what was happening, it hit again. My hand came off the wall, and I caught myself and put it back. The belt hit again. "His hand moved." Stacy said. Smack! "I know." Smack! The blows kept coming. I concentrated on keeping in position. "Get that fucking pathetic ass out properly" Estelle said. I tried my best to do what she wanted. This was far worse than I'd ever imagined. I guess that's why they call it punishment. "Twenty" Stacy said. "Quickly slave, get on your knees, with your face on the floor, and your ass nice and high up in the air." I did what she wanted. She swung the belt over her head, and brought it crashing down. "Tell me when I get to forty." "I could get into it this way." Stacy said. "Yeah, it is a fun position." Estelle said as she continued to thrash me. "You're really giving it to him." "Is he crying yet? I want him to cry." Smack. Smack. Smack. "I think he's almost going to cry." Stacy said. Smack. Smack. "This would be better if I had my cane." Oh my Goddess, I don't know if I would be able to take that. "That's forty." "Stand up. Bend over, and grab your legs as far down them as you can. Now move so that the back of your head is touching the wall. It will help you from falling forward." "Thank you." "Thanking me is the best thing he's done all day. Now I want to hit him right at the top of his legs right below his ass. Tell me when I reach sixty." "Fifty five." I said. Could I be more stupid? "Don't question me." I didn't think the strokes could get any harder, but they did. I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I wanted this so much, but was this worth it. No, I made it this far; I've got to make it. Estelle yelled as she delivered a stroke. It scared me. She yelled again. She hit me right where she wanted. Smack. Smack. "That's sixty." "On your knees, look at the ground." I did what she said. Tears streamed down my face. I don't know why, but I had a brief thought that Estelle would be nice to me, since I took her beating. I was wrong. "You fucking slave. You never question me. You got five extra strokes for moving your hand, and you got five extra strokes for changing positions too slowly." "I'm sorry." Estelle slapped me. "You're pathetic. I've had to deal with your pervert ass coming in to my coffee shop these last few months. I'm sick of it. Then you disrespect Stacy, by staring at her ass. Wait look up. Stacy slap him." Stacy slapped me, even harder than Estelle had. "Then you make a mess. You don't even know how to lick an ass, until we tell you. Now you've made me hold going to the bathroom, because I had to punish you. Lie down, and open your mouth toilet. You better get used to this, hundreds of people are going to use you toilet. She stood over me again, and this time I had no fantasy of eating out her gorgeous cunt, I knew what she was going to do. She wasted no time, she just let go, and her piss came at me hard and fast. It hit my eyes, then my nose, and then it went right in my mouth. I wasn't ready. It stung the back of my throat, and I coughed and spat. She stopped while I recovered. When I was somewhat better, Estelle reached down and smacked my face a couple times. "Do better. Open." I opened my mouth, and she blasted me again with piss. I tried to keep it in my mouth, but didn't do a good job. After what seemed like a long time she stopped. "Lick me clean toilet." I gladly did. She threw me a rag and had me wipe up some on the floor. When the rag was full she made me ring it out into my mouth. She was so mean. I loved it. I always have wanted someone to be mean to me, I don't know why. "Lay back down, Stacy has to pee toilet. Do a fucking better job than you did with me." "I want to slap him again." Stacy said. "I don't know why." "Go ahead slap him. He's your slave." Stacy slapped me very hard, and then again. I was starting to get concerned that Estelle was the really mean one, but Stacy might be more than I was giving her credit for. "I love that." Stacy said. "Okay, be the toilet slave I've got to piss even more than Estelle did." They laughed. I lay down and opened my mouth. Stacy started to pee, and I was still not doing a good job swallowing. As she peed on me, she stopped five or six times and slapped me. Yeah, my mistress was going to be mean enough all right. Coffee Shop Encounter This chance meeting story was written by April and Alex together, then April re-worked it to make it from her point of view, and Alex edited. Please enjoy! ***** There I was sitting in my chair enjoying a cup of my favorite coffee when someone caught my eye. Over my mug I looked wide-eyed across to the counter, surveying the handsome man who just walked in. He was placing his order of a cappuccino when he turned and met my eyes briefly. I looked back at my book as a slight smile moved across my lips. Sitting there feeling content and confident in a white sundress sprinkled with teal and navy flowers sprinkled and perfectly matching teal sandals, I felt him glance again in my direction, and a sense of self-consciousness swept over me. I stole a peek at him out of the corner of my eye. I instantly crossed my legs at the knee and slid my hand over my thigh to smooth my skirt. I stole another brief sideways glance while he talked on the phone. I noticed he seemed distracted by the phone while he was paying the barista. He picked up his coffee and moved over to the cream and sugar station where he added a little sugar and stirred it in slowly. I saw him glancing around the room, where there were plenty of unoccupied tables, and my heart started pounding when I realized he was approaching my table. His voice broke the silence as he asked, "Mind if I join you?" I glanced up into the most clear blue eyes, perfectly set on one of the most handsome faces I had ever seen. I raised a brow over my glasses, sighed to appear aloof, and looked around. "Suit yourself," I replied and quickly looked down before I started to blush. He placed his coffee cup and phone on the table before he sat down across from me. Suddenly, he picked up his phone, turned it off, and put it in the pocket of his sports jacket. I saw him shift in his seat slightly and felt a tap on my foot as he crossed his legs. "Oh, I'm sorry," he calmly responded. I felt a jolt of exhilaration when he came in contact with me. I began feeling around on the floor with my foot searching for my sandal that he accidentally knocked off. My toes nudged his shin slightly. I glanced up as my cheeks flushed momentarily, "Sorry." He sipped his coffee while surreptitiously stealing glances at me. "Oh no, I'm sorry. I was so clumsy to hit your foot and knock your sandal off," he responded. He quickly reached under the table, grabbed my shoe, and offered to put it back on for me. Without waiting for my reply, he quickly and deftly slipped it back on. Only briefly did his fingers touch my foot but a little spark of desire hit me and I wondered if it hit him too. Meanwhile, I sat there with my chin propped up on my hand and began paying careful attention to my book. I nibbled on my lip as I read about the male in the story starting to sensually seduce the female. My cheeks turned pink as I shifted in my seat. I was trying hard to focus on my book but I could feel his eyes on me as he straightened back up. I took a sip from my mug using it as an excuse to look up at him. He cleared his throat, "That's a pretty dress and contrasts nicely with your dark hair." He waited for a response but I kept my face down feigning interest in my book. He added, "What's your name?" I could feel my cheeks reddening again as I was debating whether to tell him my name. I didn't know this man but part of me wanted to get to know him better. "April, my name is April." I paused before continuing, "And thank you... ummm... and what should I call you?" He smiled a dazzling smile and I couldn't help but notice how warm his eyes were. "Well hello, April, you can call me Alex." His smile widened into a grin as he glanced at the cover of my book. "What are you reading today? Is that one of those... oh, what do the call them? Bodice-ripper romances?" He had to know the effect he was having on me but I was doing my best to appear collected. "Well, nice to meet you Alex...and," my voice trailed off as I quirked an eyebrow. I lowered my voice as I leaned slightly across the table, "It happens to be a super romantic novelette where the man pursues the woman without trying to make small talk. Instead, he dazzles her with his magnetism and... his body." A slow smirk spread across my lips as I was pleased with myself for staying calm and, perhaps, a little suggestive. He cleared his throat, "Oh, really? That's a new take on things." He sat up a little straighter and puffed out his chest a bit. "And does the woman respond well to that direct overture?" I bit back a smile, "At first she's aloof but then she sees him without a shirt on and just..." I stopped momentarily to run my fingers up to slip a tendril of hair behind my ear and lowered my voice, slowly pronouncing, "Craves him." "Oh really, April? I didn't know that kind of thing would have such an effect on a lady." He met my eyes while he reached up with one hand and unfastened a few buttons on his shirt letting it fall open. "What happens when those cravings hit her?" He pressed his leg against mine under the table. I could feel my pulse starting to race wildly. This man was entirely too sexy for his own, and maybe my own, good. I let my eyes travel from his throat down to where the first button was fastened. My fingers slid up my neck before resting on my lower lip tapping it softly. He was the hunter and I was slowly becoming his prey; however, this time maybe the prey wanted to be caught. "Oh, I don't know...," I let my leg press against his firmly, "I've not gotten that far... yet." I let my shoe drop to the floor and slid my toes along the side of his calf. "I'm thinking maybe she might not be a lady anymore," I added carefully. He looked me directly in the eye. "Well April, since the plotline is that small talk doesn't work, but direct action does, my place is right around the corner from here." He lowered his voice, while reaching under the table to slide his hand up my leg. "I want you to come home with me. I'll take off my shirt and we can see if you are like the lady in the story with all those cravings that need to be satisfied." My throat went dry as I listened to his proposition. I was contemplating how to respond and swiped my tongue across my top teeth, "A lady would be able to hold out that long." I spoke slowly slipping my toes up his inner thigh, "I don't think I can." I slide them over the front of his pants teasing his cock, "I don't think you can either." His eyes widened slightly but he spoke in a hushed tone, "Well, ladies have desires too and, sometimes, that makes them want to do things that might be considered unladylike." He grabbed my foot, pressed it to his groin, and rubbed it up and down a few times. I could feel him becoming aroused slightly and bit my lip as he added, "Let's go before I'll be too embarrassed to stand up." I stood quickly and leaned down to whisper in his ear. His eyes darted to the opening of my neckline and I could see him peering in to notice the white bra barely covering my breasts. I kept myself from smiling and could feel my courage rising, "I have a better idea... I used to work here. Go back by the bathroom and enter the "Employees Only" door. Down the hall on the right you'll notice a door that says "Office." Go in there but make sure no one sees you. See you there in 2 minutes." I flicked my tongue out to tickle his lobe before whispering, "We'll see how much magnetism you possess." I watched his eyebrows rise as he smiled at my devious plan. He caught one more glimpse down the front of my dress before standing, "Well, aren't you full of good ideas, April." He took my hand, kissed it, and looked around before coolly walking away and slipping through the "Employees Only" door. I waited a few agonizingly long seconds before following him. I opened the door without looking around. I slipped inside and shut the door quietly before turning around. I glanced at him leaning against the desk with his sports jacket slung over the chair and his shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. I stole another glance at him as my lashes lowered to shield my eyes before walking over to him. My fingers ran down his chest slowly before commending him, "You follow directions well." His lips curved into a smile as I felt his eyes travel from my toes up my slowly to meet my eyes, "Well April, when such a wonderful opportunity was presented, I thought it best to make sure I made it here directly. Like the man in the story, who knows what the lady wants... I aim to please". The desire and confidence inside of me suddenly multiplied. "What the lady wants is to cut the small talk." I flashed a wicked smile as my fingers grasped the sides of his shirt pulling him up from the edge of the desk as I backed up a foot into a wall with thud. I spoke emphatically with pauses to reinforce what I was saying, "What I want is for you to take me right here... right now..." I pulled at his shirt until his lips were so close to mine and whispered, "Hard... rough." I seized his lips without hesitation. He responded in the same manner, "It seems the lady knows exactly what she wants... maybe she craves it... needs it." He kissed me back quite hard and strong. His lips were on mine; his tongue explored my mouth. His hands moved to my back to find the zipper of my dress and pulled it down. He then created a brief separation between us to pull it off. He suddenly slipped his hand into the front of my panties as he pushed me up against the wall and pressed his lips to mine again. I could feel him breathing deeply and his heart pounding. I pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, down his biceps, and slipped my fingers under his armpits to dig them into his shoulder blades. I pulled his body down to mine with my tits pressing hard against his chest. My tongue tangled with his and I felt myself grow wet instantly with anticipation. I murmured against his lips, "Oh, a lady always knows what she wants." Moving one hand to the front of his pants, I added, "Seems you know what you want too." He placed two fingers, one on each side of my opening, and started to massage my pussy roughly. He just grabbed and squeezed me before spreading his fingers apart, causing my pussy lips to open. He then jammed his fingers into my cunt and started to finger fuck me mercilessly. "Yes," he responded with raspy voice from excitement. "I do know. I want to fulfill your story plotline by filling you with my cock." I could feel how his penis responded to my hand there...hard, erect, and ready. I gasped wildly as he prodded my needy, ready cunt. I rose up on my toes as my stomach tightened. I groaned as my tits pushed against his chest and pushed the fabric of my bra down to feel my nipples moving against his skin. My fingers immediately fiddled clumsily with the front of his pants; I fumbled with his buttons and zipper before moving my fingers inside to wrap around his shaft. My pussy pushed down relentlessly on his fingers as my hips moved rhythmically. "April, I cannot wait anymore. I want you, want to have you, take you, fuck you right here and now," he spoke breaking the silence. He removed his hand from my needy pussy to pull my panties to the side. I could hear the sound of the fabric ripping in the process and couldn't care less. He lifted me and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. He pressed me into the wall while simultaneously impaling me with his hard cock and smothering my mouth with lewd, wet kisses. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to hold my body against his. My lips moved sloppily over his. My eager tongue warred fiercely with his. My back arched to feel his cock push into me as deeply as it could go. I groaned and gasped before finally responding, "Fuck! Yes, Alex! Don't you dare fucking stop!" "Don't worry April. I won't stop fucking you until you cum on my cock and I flood you with my cum." With my back firmly planted against the wall, he held me and started to bang me as he positioned his cock into my wet cunt over and over. The pictures on the wall were shaking as he drilled me over and over. His hardness and my wetness increased with each thrust so deep and hard. It felt so fucking good. Breaking our kiss long enough to tune in to the loud telltale thuds of our fucking, I seized his lips and muttered, "The desk, Alex. Put me on the desk." He turned, keeping me in his arms as my left arm reached out to swipe everything off the desk as I lay back. He watched the items fly off the top of the desk and chuckled at the mess as my ass hit the hard surface. I pulled him with me as my legs spread wide open while his hard cock gloriously stabbed me repeatedly, deeply, roughly and made my need grow. Nothing was gentle or tender between us as each thrust was filled with lust and desire. My ass moved to the edge of the desk as he fucked me over and over. He then put his hand between my legs. Pressing into my mound until his fingers found my clit, he touched me intensely while fucking me, until I growled against his lips, "Fuck! You're entirely too damn hot." I tossed my head back to angle myself more sharply and could feel the friction building as he rubbed against my front wall. My nails dug into his back as my ass lifted off the desk slightly from my legs being wrapped around his waist. My lips moved to his collarbone and I sucked hard, marking his flesh with a light bruise. We could only hear our moans and groans until I uttered, "Resa will be pissed when she sees the mess but she won't know what caused it as long as the scent of sex isn't in the air." I inhaled deeply as the lusty scents of our lovemaking hung in the air, amplifying the intensity of the act. He gasped and stifled back a scream as I scratched and bit him. Those little painful flicks just made him fuck me harder. Each scratch was met with a hard thrust and each bite was met with a deep push that forced his cock way up inside me. He whispered, "I'm sure your book couldn't contain a scene as lascivious as this." His lips curled into a smile against my lips as he asked, "Are ready for the climax of the story?" I buried my nose in the crook of his neck to stifle my cries. My wet pussy felt him hit the right spot causing me to gush around him as he pushed my body over the edge. My heart started to pound and my stomach tightening as my thoughts began swirling and my body tingled. "More than ready," were the only words that could leave my mouth. Feeling me climax around him made his head explode with desire. Surrounded by all the passion, his orgasm built to the point of explosion too. I felt him cumming and it hit me so hard that I threw my head back. He grunted while his cock continued to fly in and out of my cunt which was now so wet with my juices and his semen. He himself buried deep inside of me as the last spurt jetted out. I could feel my pussy and his cock pulsing together. He whispered with his hot breath against my ear, "April, that was a good ending to our novel. I hope the book you're reading ends up like this too." I grinned in response, "Oh I doubt it could be as good or as arousing." I tossed my head back as I let out a breath out and felt my pulse slowing down. My head stopped spinning and I could feel a thin layer of sweat between my body and his. I nuzzled closely to whisper, "When you slide out, go slow." I reached behind me to grab a few tissues and held them around the base of his penis to clean him off as he pulled out. He muttered, "Maybe we'll have to write our own stories then, with better endings." I savored the slow pleasure of him withdrawing from me while savoring his kisses too. I wiped the tissue over his cock before sliding it over my cunt to clean up our juices and whispered, "Resa will be back soon." I tossed the tissue into the trash can. I tugged my bra over my breasts but felt the fabric too damp to wear comfortably; so, I unclasped it and pulled it off before tucking it into my purse. Then I tugged my panties into place. I paused as I noticed the rip in them. I smirked up at him and removed them to tuck them into my purse as well. I finally picked up my dress from the floor, pulled it back on, and turned slowly my back to him. "Zip me up and I'll zip you up," I uttered with a teasing grin. He zipped up my dress and I could feel him bending to peek down the neckline before he bent forward to plant a few kisses and a bite on the curve of my neck. Quickly, he pulled up his pants but left them undone for me to take care of. I smoothed my hair down and tucked a strand behind my ear. Turning around slowly, I began tucking his shirt into his pants carefully. I ran my knuckles over the front of his boxers before I fastened his pants; looking up to meet his eyes, I pulled his zipper up. I rose up on my toes to kiss his lips and whispered, "Go out and wait at our table. I'll be there soon." He grabbed his sports coat and headed back out to the coffee shop. I waited a few moments before leaving the office. I glanced around to survey the damage and chuckled as my mind reminisced. I adjusted my glasses as I emerged from the office with my purse in hand; however, I turned right instead of left as I exited the room. I came out of the kitchen door into the work area, smiling as all of the employees bustled around. I smiled and said "hi" as a few of them greeted me and asked why I was there. I noticed him sitting at our table watching and waiting for me to emerge from the "Employees Only" door. He looked so handsome and dapper and an idea suddenly came to mind. I dipped behind the counter for a second then popped up. I beckoned as I leaned over the counter, "Psst... Sir. Can you come here?" He turned his head quickly with a slightly confused look on his face before a grin spread across his lips. He stood and approached the counter, "Why certainly. What can I do for you?" I could feel the workers glance at me suspiciously as I grinned back at him, "Well I just wanted to inquire about the service you received today. Was everything to your liking? Here at Resa's Coffee House, we do aim to please." His eyes danced teasingly as he responded, "Well, yes, it was quite a stimulating experience today. Was there extra caffeine in the coffee today or something?" I smiled a dazzling smile as I produced a cup of coffee and a small pastry bag and slid them across the counter. I murmured, "Well if it's extra you want, here's a cappuccino with a little sugar, that's how you like it, yes?" He responded, "Well, that's very kind of you. Yes, that's just how I like my coffee too. Thank you, beautiful." My eyes warmed instantly as I crooked a finger beckoning him closer. His eyes never left mine as he moved closer and I leaned across slowly allowing him to peek into the neckline of my dress. I spoke softly, "By the way, my name's really Theresa but everyone calls me Resa." I winked slowly as my eyes met his. I laughed slightly as I added, "Open the bag carefully. There's a surprise in there for you. Make it a wonderful day, Sir." Suddenly I straightened up as I said in a formal voice, "May I help the next customer?" I saw his look of confusion change to enlightenment as the new knowledge hit him. He smiled and nodded as he turned. He paused long enough at the door to peek into the bag. He then looked back to meet my eyes and mouthed, "Thank you." I nodded in acknowledgement as I smiled a genuine smile. He paused and grinned a wonderfully wicked grin and declared, "I'll be back soon." I blushed a brilliant shade of red as I bit my lip and hoped secretly that he spoke the truth.