3 comments/ 35045 views/ 4 favorites The Coffee Shop By: sleepyhousewife As he walked in the local coffee shop, his eyes were adjusting from the bright sunlight. Once focused, he looked around trying to find an open seat. This place is packed, he thought to himself. Walking towards the back of the coffee shop, he saw 2 open booths. He sat at the second to the last booth. Before sitting he noticed a lady sitting in the last booth. Her complexion was flawless, the make up she had on was perfect, not too little or too much. Slender with an amazing tan. He couldn't see her eyes because of the hat and the fact that she was reading a fashion magazine. She had on a white V-neck cashmere sweater, in which didn't hide her breasts. Once he sat down, the waitress came over to him. "What will you have today, sir?" She asked. "I'll have the special with a cup of coffee." He replied. The waitress wrote his order and headed to the table behind him. The waitress asked, "Would you like another cup of coffee, Miss?" "Yes, please." She replied. He thought to himself, "what a sexy voice to match her!" As he looked around, he noticed the men in there looking in his direction from time to time. He knew they were staring at her. Then he heard movement behind him. Within seconds she walked past him, noticing every man's attention was focusing on her. Her long black hair was tied in a pony-tail. She appeared to be tall by the high heels, she wore black skirt just above her knees. Her body was perfect like an hour glass, her legs were firm and tanned. He noticed that she was heading toward the restroom. He opened the newspaper he brought with him. Shortly after she walked out, heading back to her table. He raised the paper and bowed his head as she walked by him. The scent of her perfume filled the air around her. He was in love with this woman. One man got up from his seat after making a bet with the other man sitting with him, about being able to get a date with her. He walked over to her "Excuse me, Miss...ummm...I..I was wondering if...if maybe you would like to go out for drinks or maybe even dinner with me?" He asked. She replied; "Do you not have confidence in yourself?" "What?" He asked. She replied; "Well, you are (wondering, if's and maybe's) like some high school teenager trying to ask a girl out for the first time." He remained silent for a second then replied; "what makes you so good that you have to degrade someone who just wants to go out with you?" "The same way you degraded me by placing a $5.00 bill on my head, with your friend over there.....I mean, you could of betted at least $100.00, that way there your friend could of paid for the drinks and dinner...seeing that you are cheap!" She responded. The man apologized and returned to his seat. The man in the booth in front of her had a grin on his face, as he finished his lunch. He listened as the two men next to her carried on how she was such a stuck up bitch. He wiped his mouth asked for the check, paid the waitress. He stood up, walked to the beautiful lady. She didn't acknowledge him, she continued to read the magazine. As he sat down in front of her he said, loudly; "let's say, that I was to take you to dinner and drinks, I know that I will be able to fuck you afterwards!" "Sounds interesting!" Are you a good fuck?," she replied, as she looked up at him with her ocean blue eyes. She continued to say, "I can be fucked all night long, as long as my girlfriend is allowed to participate!...I like to eat pussy as much as I love to suck cock." "I haven't had any complaints yet and is she as beautiful as you?" He asked. "Even prettier!" She replied. She opened her purse, pulled out her book and a pen. She wrote down her number and handed it to him. "Give me a call later, I am going to pick her up now and will be waiting for your phone call." She said, as she stood up and started walking out. "Ummmmm....excuse me, ma'am!" He yelled out. She turned around and headed back towards him. When she got closer, "yes?" she stated. "What is your name?" He asked. She bent over letting her skirt ride up to the bottom cheek, (giving the two men a view of her shaved pussy) and replying, "why do you need a name when all we are really going to do is... just fuck!" As she stood up and walked towards the door. He looked over at the two men sitting at the next table. They were totally amazed on the conversation that just took place. The man stood up and adjusted his crotch. He looked over and said to them. "Some bitches need to be treated like bitches! Then walked out. He went back to work, now unable to concentrate in conversation with his client. He was in the world of lust, thinking about this woman, her smell, her looks, voice and most of all, the deep sexual encounter with her and her friend. His cock stiffened again, that was it, he had to release himself. But how? He couldn't just leave his clients. He had to focus himself back to his meeting. Within that half hour he was back to normal. When they left, he grabbed his jacket and told his secretary he had to take care of something and he would see her in the morning. As he was driving home, his mind replayed this woman over and over. The more he thought about her, his cock became hard. He had to release his cock, for it was becoming uncomfortable inside his pants. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his 9 1/2 inch thick cock. Now, exposed and with some relief, he drove home. At times, he would stroke it enough to keep it hard but, not wanting to cum yet. He is around the corner from his home. He see's his wifes' Infiniti in the driveway. He uses the remote control to open the garage door. He pulls inside, once the garage closed he got out. Stripping out of his clothes completely, he walked inside the house. He heard soft moans coming from the family room. As he approached the family room the moans were coming in louder. He got closer and had seen his wife on all fours, as the maid was fucking her with a strap-on while massaging the bosses ass with her thumb. He grabbed a hold of his cock and began to stroke it while watching his wife was getting fucked by the maid. Then the maid grabbed a string that he finally noticed was hanging out of his wife's ass. She pulled on the string alittle as the maid grabs his wife's ass and spreads it open wider. She tugged again on the string as she releases her hand from the ass. Pulling a large bead (a size of a golf ball)which pops out of his wife's ass. The wife moans loud, as she pulled again and another large bead pops out. He loved what he was seeing, so he came in closer. He got in front of his wife with his cock in his hand. He kneeled in front of her where she grabbed his cock and began to suck it. She released his cock and requested that the beads be replaced inside of her. The maid started inserting the 2 beads that were taken out. She looked at her husband, with a smile she said, "please fuck her in the ass!" He gave his wife a kiss, got up, grabbing the K-Y and spreading a sufficient amount onto his cock. He went behind the maid, kneeled down, spreading her ass with both of his hands. He immediately inserted his cock deep inside her bowels. "Ouch, that hurts!" The maid screamed out. "You can handle it!" As he thrusted his cock harder. He reaches around her and begins squeezing her large 36D breasts. "These implants we paid for feels really good!" As he played with the nipples. He continues to violate the maid's ass and fondle her breasts. Her pain begins to subside, he removes his right hand from the maid's breast and looks for the string. He finds it and now begins to pull on it. "Fuck my wife, Bitch!....Fuck her hard!" He commanded. As he pulled and heard a pop. He pulled again and heard another pop. He knew his wife was now ready to orgasm, by the way she was screaming. "I AM GOING TO CUMMMMM!" So he pulled the remaining 3 beads from her faster. In which this, sent her over the edge. "I am cumming!" As she pushes herself back hard on the dildo. Once she finished her orgasm, she removed herself out from the dildo. Now, it was her husband and the maid. He brought the maid over to the couch, kneeling her back down on the floor and told her to get in a "tripod" position. Her legs were under the couch slightly spreaded, the back upper legs were pressed up against the couch, and her breast and stomach were up against her calves. When she got into this position completely, her ass was wide open. Now with her ass completely in the air above the seat of the couch. The Mrs. laid down on the couch taking a vibrator and placed it on the outside of the maid's clit. He, in the meantime, got over her and pulled his cock straight down to the opening of her ass. He braced himself forward resting on the arms of the 2 chairs on each side of them. He bent forward a little more giving the Mrs. full access to his ass. He loves his prostate massage while he orgasms. The Mrs. speads apart his ass and licks the ring of his ass to get it wet. He moans a little. She wets her middle finger with her own pussy lubricant. She gently inserts it into his ass. Now, finding his prostate she massages it harder. The both began to let out moans of lust. He begins to thrust his cock deep in her ass. "Cum on baby, fuck that slut really hard!" The Mrs. yelled out. "Fuck that slut, I will make sure that I'd milk you enough to fill her ass up with cum!" She continue to say. Sure enough, it didn't take that much longer til he empty his cock into her. But still hard he want to cum more. He asked the Mrs. to fuck him in the ass with her strap on. She obliged, and strapped on her cock, lubed it up with K-Y. He told the maid to stay with the ass in the air so his cum wouldn't drip from her. He got down on all 4's, she inserted her cock and began to fuck his ass like he had fucked the maid. She fucked him for at least a half hour while he stroked his cock. He was now ready to release another load. The Mrs. withdrew the strap on from him. He stood up continuing to stroke his cock and immediately inserted into the maid's ass. When he entered her, some of the cum spewed out, he gave her a few hard pushes and released another load into her. Now tired, he removed his cock from her and collapsed on the floor. The maid asked if she could go and get cleaned up. The Mrs. said yes but she wanted her to remain completely naked after she cleaned up. The maid got up and left the family room. He looked into the Mrs. ocean blue eyes telling her how lucky he was, to have a beautiful wife that could please him in every way. The Mrs. asked, "where are we going for lunch tomorrow? **** This is a continuing chapter to the "Maid Stories" that I have been getting alot of requests for. ***** The Coffee Shop We had been talking for months online, and despite a relationship that had grown extraordinarily intense, we had so far managed to remain relatively anonymous to each other. We knew a few details of each other's everyday lives, but we hadn't even exchanged our real names, still calling each other by the names we had given ourselves in the role-play environment in which we had met. It was a fantasy world, with dark overtones, inhabited by people with very ordinary 'real' lives, but who chose to immerse themselves in this highly sexual virtual reality where boundaries were few. Some of these people I had got to know very well over the several years I had played there, and these I would consider to be close friends despite the slightly unconventional way in which we had met, and the unusual intimacies we had shared. And then there was him. I'll call him Indigo, though that isn't even his character's name, but it sounds right. When we first 'met' I was attracted to him immediately, just by the words he had used to describe himself. Beautiful, poetic, erotic words. Words that made me want to touch him. Words that made me want to wind myself around him and just soak in his heat. Then one day I mentioned that I was distracted and couldn't spend much time talking with him because I had a business trip to prepare for the following week. "Oh, where to?" The question was asked so casually that I didn't even think to be secretive about it. "Washington D.C. Just for a couple of days, but I need to get some notes together for the meeting." I knew he lived in a big city somewhere, he often talked of thinking about me and our daily encounters while on his commute home on the train. We would make up stories about that journey. I don't know why train sex has always seemed so appealing to me, but in the midst of our work days we were able to weave endless erotic fantasies about strangers meeting on that short commute--stories that left us both breathless and wanting. My trip was on the following Monday and for some reason, after months of talking and never having shared this information, I asked where he worked. "Washington D.C." Obviously he couldn't see my mouth gape, but the pause in my response to this revelation must have been obvious. I could imagine him sitting there, smiling in the way I knew he did though I'd never even seen the sensual curves of his mouth, waiting for me to reply. "Oh. Well then, we'll have to meet for coffee!" I said it, but of course it was a joke. We talked some more, I even mentioned whereabouts I was staying, and although I can't say that the thought of an illicit liaison didn't cross my mind, it was too absurd to entertain for long and in any case I was busy and distracted by work and so it remained in the realm of occasional, though very torrid fantasy. --------------------------- The coffee shop was full--packed to the doors with people needing their fix of expensive coffee with foam and flavorings. It was a chilly day, so no one seemed in a particular hurry to get back outside, and that was just as well as the servers were slow and the lines were long, a hot crush of bodies. I stood in one of the lines, prepared for a long wait, but it was warm, there were people to watch, and there was the delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee. I was in no hurry. The buzz of conversation was loud, the hissing and frothing of machines louder still, but over it all, there was no mistaking the sound of the voice so close to my ear. "Morning, lovely." He had greeted me that way every day for so long, though I'd never actually heard it, only imagined how those words would sound. Now they sounded to me like warm flowing caramel and already I felt a rush of heat flood through my body. He was standing so close behind me, I could feel his body against mine, the warmth, and even though my feet felt suddenly fixed to the spot, I tried to turn to look at him. Strong hands gripped me firmly but gently by my upper arms, holding me steady and even if I could have wriggled out of their grasp there was no way I was going to try. "It's ok. Don't look around. Just take your coat off." I didn't move for a moment or two. Even above the hum of the coffee shop I could hear his breathing close to my ear, and perhaps it was just my imagination, but as he heard me whisper a tentative 'ok...' I thought I could hear him moan. I was wearing a long wool coat, but it was getting warm, and it seemed as though I was going to be here for a while, so when I felt the grip on my arms loosen, I slipped the coat off my shoulders. None of the questions that should have come to my mind, did. How, what, why...? I wouldn't even address these until much later. For now all that mattered was that he was here. "Hold your coat in front of you, over your arm." Still baffled but almost hypnotized by the rich darkness of his voice at my ear, I did exactly as I was told. "Good girl," he murmured. "God, you're so beautiful." He was whispering close to my ear--no one else could hear him above the background noise, but the sound of his voice alone made me shiver, the small hairs at the nape of my neck bristling. There was no point in my arguing. People didn't run screaming when they saw me, but I was no beauty, and I'd told him this many times. That, he would say was one of the best things about this--that no one would guess for a moment. That no one would have any idea what I was with him. It was something for him alone. A secret that he owned, as he owned me. I doubt that anyone was watching us in the crush, but it crossed my mind what anyone who did happen to glance our way must have thought was going on. With my coat removed I could feel his body pressing against mine. Strong thighs. Broad chest. And he was hard, really hard. I could feel that now, pressed against my bottom. Oh god. This was crazy. But I still hadn't grasped what he was about to do. I drew my coat in front of me, my arm across my middle so that the coat hung down, almost to my knees. Then I felt his hand at the curve of my hip and I shuddered. He simply rested it there for a second or two as if to let me get used to its weight. And then he slid it downward and around me until his fingers were at the crease where hip meets thigh. I must have stiffened at this point because he whispered breathily against my hair. "Relax, lovely. It's ok. You know I'd never ever hurt you." I knew that. I knew it. We even had a safeword and he knew me well enough to be certain that I would use it if I needed to. I trusted him. Mostly. He knew more about me than perhaps anyone else.. more of the darker things that lurked inside me anyway, and I was beginning to get the feeling he was about to exploit that knowledge to the full. I felt another rush of heat in my belly--a little fear... excitement, and a thrill I could barely admit to. I was wearing a relatively lightweight dark blue business skirt that almost reached my knee, and under it some particularly unsexy ribbed tights. His hand roamed lower, those fingers I'd only ever imagined before, bunching up the fabric of my skirt until he was holding the hem and then his hand slipped under it. My eyes flung wide, and I couldn't help but turn my head just a little. "Keep looking straight ahead, or people will see." God I loved his voice. I loved it so much that it took a second or two to actually take in the meaning of the words. People will see? See what? Oh shit. This was going to be bad, I knew it now. I could safeword. I could. Zebra. I could absolutely say it and he would stop. But as his fingers slid lower, moving over the navy blue rib of my tights, his hand soon cupping my mound, I could feel the excitement of what was happening at my very core. I glanced quickly around the coffee shop and then down at his arm around me. To most people it probably looked as though he simply had his arm around my waist. His hand was totally hidden by my coat. Probably no one could see. Probably. His fingers squeezed gently, the light pressure of the heel of his hand against my mound combined with the gentle press of his fingers sending a surge of pleasure through my body. Color rushed to my cheeks. I could feel them growing redder as my pulse began to race, my heart pounding in my chest. Dear god. He wouldn't really do this, right? We had played these kind of games online, and they were always exciting and arousing. Battles of dominance and submission. I hated him when he did this to me. I loved him when he did this to me. And that was what he loved--seeing that conflict rage inside me and knowing which would ultimately win. Truth be told, he never lost in these battles. He knew me too well and the more he could sense me fighting it, the more deliciously evil he would get--the more he would want to push me toward the edge of what I knew and what was 'safe.' But pushing online boundaries, fun as it may be, was quite different to this. Now, here I was in the middle of a crowded, noisy coffee shop with a man I had never met before in person, now groping my crotch. It crossed my mind that any sane woman would run a mile, but this man had me already a little way down the slope toward insanity. I couldn't help myself, my hips tilting almost imperceptibly to push back against the pressure of his hand. I was almost angry at myself for behaving this way, but at the same time I was starting to want this, very badly. I could hear a soft chuckle as he felt that small movement of my pelvis, and he rewarded it with another, teasing squeeze, the heel of his hand now beginning to rock slowly and rhythmically against my mons. "Tell me what you are?" There was really no point in denying it, and to be honest I was a little afraid that if I even tried to at this point, whatever he really had planned or me might be even worse. "Yours..." I whispered it loud enough for him to hear, my head turned slightly, my voice already sounding as shaky as my trembling knees. Those strong, slender fingers eased their way further between my thighs, stroking lightly over my labia, pressing, stroking, pressing, and then sliding forward again. It was true. Though there was no collar around my throat here, no cuffs to bind my wrists, the reality of my status was all too clear to me now. "Mmm... I can already feel how wet you are.. even through your panties and tights." Why did his voice have to be like that? Why did it make me crumple? I was defenceless against this and he was so aware of it that I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Instead I moaned softly, my back arching enough that he could feel it. "You know what I'm going to ask you to do, don't you?" His voice was a soft growl that I could feel vibrating from his chest to my back. "And you know you're going to do it for me." I shook my head. I knew it, but no. Really no, I couldn't do it. Not here. This was too crazy and too dangerous and for god's sake, I had a meeting to go to in an hour. Crazy. So why did I say, "Yes..." The word came out before my brain had chance to stop it. Fuck fuck fuck. It was his turn to groan now--a low, guttural sound from his throat as his whole body tensed. He ground his hips against me and all I could think about was how good that felt. I glanced around again, my eyes darting quickly to the people nearby, checking if we were by now the subject of a great deal of amazed attention, but no. Not yet anyway. No one seemed to have noticed us so far. We must have looked like any ordinary couple, cuddling affectionately in line. He leaned forward slightly, nuzzling a soft kiss to my jaw. I swear this was only meant to be a distraction, because while all my attention was focused on the sheer pleasure of that gentle touch, his fingers moved quickly... up and then down again, working their way underneath the barrier of my tights and panties, brushing over the soft trimmed curls and lower. I almost cried out then as his fingers slid along my puffy labia, gentle teasing pressure allowing one of his fingers to part them and delve between. I could already feel how wet I was, the slightest squeeze of my thighs together causing an almost audible *squelch*. I couldn't help myself. Now he could feel it too and he was reveling in it... running his finger back and forth, each time stopping just short of my clitoris which by now was throbbing hard and needing more. Much more. I'm not sure how I managed to retain the composure to glance around the shop again, but I did. Even in this condition, I was more than aware of where we were and what was happening, and I so did not want anyone else to know what was going on. As I looked I realized that there was now a small gap in front of us. The line was moving slowly, but it was moving, and I didn't want to attract any more attention to us, nor did I want the gap to open further and make his actions a lot more obvious. "Ohgod." It was more of a groan than words. "We need to move..." I mumbled in desperation and he chuckled, easing back his fingers just enough for us to half walk-half stumble forward until once again I was just another woman in line for coffee, her partner holding her close to him, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Those sweet nothings, however, were anything but sweet. Not in the conventional sense anyway. "I knew you'd be like this." He murmured as his finger resumed that excruciatingly arousing slide between my labia. "I knew how wet you'd be... how much you'd want this... love this." I didn't answer. Part of me wanted to pull his hand away, turn round and ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing. That part of me however, was completely overwhelmed by the part that would rather turn and wrap my legs around his waist and fuck him right there and then in front of everyone, head thrown back and screaming for more. In any case, the roll of my hips, and the needy squirm that sought to bring his finger closer to that throbbing little nub was probably answer enough. When his finger finally hit it I squealed. That's the only way I can describe the sound. It seemed loud to me, but perhaps it was just lost in the background noise. I bit my lower lip hard enough for it to hurt. I tried to turn the sound into a laugh. Maybe I got away with it. No one really seemed to be paying us any attention apart from the woman in front of me in line who did turn her head for a second. I smiled as best I could and she turned back. We moved forward again, just as his finger was swirling around my clit, flicking over it and then swirling again. My head was swirling too. I was close already, soaking his fingers and ready to come so hard. "You know I'm going to fuck you right here with my fingers. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to come." There was an inevitability to his whispered words. I did know. The part of me that should have turned and slapped him and run was silent by now, barely even raising an objection as his finger slid inside me. I'd always imagined those long, slender, clever fingers pushing into me, and he knew that I loved to be fucked this way. It wasn't enough though, and even as I arched and squirmed to push him deeper he slid another in alongside the first, pushing them deep as his thumb found and pressed against my clit. My eyes closed, for a moment I almost forgot where I was. I wanted to grind down onto his fingers, force them deeper still, to buck and thrash and give myself over to the orgasm that I now needed way more than was appropriate in the middle of a coffee shop! I was startled back to reality by a voice that seemed to come from a different plane. "Yes?" Huh? "What can I get you?" Somehow I was now at the front of the line, and the girl behind the counter was speaking to me. "Uhmm..." My mind was blank and I just stared at her for a moment, my jaw slack. His fingers slowed a little but continued that slow, delicious sliding, and I could feel myself dripping onto his hand, my hips tilting with his movements, urging him on. "Uhmm..." Think. Think! I blinked in an effort to clear my head, trying to focus on the girl behind the counter and not on the rapidly building sensation between my thighs. "Large.. fat-free... mochachino..." My voice was quiet and breathless. I repeated the words again because she was just staring back at me, tilting her head as if straining to hear. Her eyes narrowed for a second, and then I saw her eyes flit to him over my shoulder, then back at me, then back at him. The expression on her face changed in an instant. She knew. Oh god she knew. I swallowed hard, felt my face flush a thousand shades of crimson, which could only have made it worse. My breathing by now was erratic, short gasps, and I was biting my lip, trying so hard to remain standing, let alone coherent. His voice, low and thick with lust in my ear made me shudder hard, "Come for me now, lovely," he murmured calmly, his lips brushing my hair as his fingers and thumb ramped up their delicious assault. I was helpless to stop it. I clutched at the counter, my knuckles white, my eyes flung first wide with panic as I looked at the astonished girl in front of me, then lowered in shame, then closed in ecstasy as the most intense climax of my life hit me like an oncoming train. Those beautiful practiced fingers curled inside me, his thumb teased and tormented my clit, allowing me no respite as I leaned back against him, shuddering, held up only by his arm around my waist and the desperate grasp of my fingers on the counter in front of me. "Er... anything else?" She was still looking at me, her expression stunned. It was clear that the poor girl was rendered almost as speechless as I was by what she was witnessing. I looked up again, struggling to catch my breath, wetting my dry lips with my tongue and trying to find my voice. I was terrified that if I opened my mouth all that would come out was a moan. He spoke first. "I'll have the same." How he could continue to sound so 'normal' I don't know. "And two biscotti. The chocolate-dipped ones." His hand slid out from between my thighs, my skirt quickly rearranged to drape respectably once more, and his fingers brushed my cheek, tucking an errant strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers were warm and damp. I could smell myself on them. Dear god. He reached around me, paid the still shell-shocked girl, picked up the tray of drinks and cookies in one hand, and led me, his other arm tucking through mine, toward the nearest empty booth. Somehow my legs carried me there. The Coffee Shop Hi there, my name is Samantha, I'm 24 and... ugh... Married. Don't get me wrong I love my husband but I'm just not made for marriage. One reason that I shouldn't be married is that I am bisexual and needless to say my husband doesn't have tits and a pussy. Another reason is that I need variety in my lovers. So let me tell you about how little ole me stays sane. I go down to the coffee shop on the corner and I pick up guys... or girls. It's not hard, I'm very pretty I stand somewhere around 5'7" tall, I weigh 115 lbs, have long red hair and dark green eyes and of course I have pretty tits, 36C. I don't think I am being stuck up, am I? Anyway let me tell you about one of my favourite guys that I met down at that coffee shop. James, that's all I know him as, just James. It was the summer, and my husband had gone off on a trip to France for the month of July so I didn't even have to worry about getting caught. I went down to the coffee shop and ordered my usual and sat in a little booth all by myself. When he walked in I had a feeling that we would be getting together later on. He got a coffee and started looking for somewhere to sit, but by this time it had filled up and the only seat left was right across from me in my booth, so I tried to get his attention. "Hey! Need a seat?" I called out to him; he looked over and started towards me. "Hi." I said as he got to my booth. "Hi, thank you for the seat it's really full in here." He said, I wasn't really listening to him, I was busy checking him out, he was 6'5", probably around 220lbs, and he had short blonde hair and captivating blue eyes. "Yeah..." I trailed off "I'm Samantha, how are you?" I asked him. "I'm good, my name is James." He replied. We sat and talked and went through at least 2 more coffees. I learned that he had a girlfriend, which would make this a little tougher, but not too much. He also told me that he was a baseball player on the local minor league team. I didn't care about baseball but that was still cool. "So James, I was wondering if you would like to come up to my apartment for some coffee, I think we've taken up a booth here for long enough." He seemed hesitant, but when he saw the look in my eye I think he changed his mind. We got up from the booth and I let him walk ahead of me so I could check out his nice ass. I caught up with him and we walked side by side to the stop light. "So your girlfriend, does she do everything you want?" I asked him straight out. "Umm... what..." He stammered "You know, does she suck your cock? Let you do her in the ass?" I could tell he was getting a few ideas "Well you know, she doesn't really like giving head... but that's alright." He told me, I could tell he wanted to see my head bobbing up and down in his lap, feeling my hot mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, and he would soon enough. We crossed the street and got to my building, he seemed to hesitate a second before following me in the door into the elevator. When the door closed I pushed the 11 button and looked him in the eyes. "You are one of the sexiest men I have ever seen..." I started, but trailed off. He leaned down and kissed me slipping his tongue in my mouth and pushing me against the wall. I was so turned on; I could feel my pussy starting to soak my panties. The elevator stopped and so did we, we walked out of the elevator and over to my apartment were once inside we started making out again. His hands started to roam, from the back of my head to my tits, tweaking and stroking my nipples. I wanted him so badly, but I before I got anything I was going to fill the void that his girlfriend left open for me. James wanted to keep kissing me, but I wanted to kiss him somewhere else, so I pulled away and got down on my knees. Again he seemed hesitant, but I wasn't going to get this turned on and let him get away, so I worked my magic and got his pants undone and down around his ankles, he seemed nervous until I got his cock out and slowly licked it. I should add that he was huge, around 9 inches long and I was a little worried about trying to suck him off, but once I got going there was no problem. I sucked the head of his cock while I played with his balls, I heard him moaning up above me, but I didn't pay that much attention to him I was concentrating on sucking his amazing penis, I couldn't wait to have it shoved inside me. Finally I gave him what he really wanted, I sucked as much of his big cock inside my mouth and went to work on it, my tongue was swirling and licking while I went back and forth, his hands in my hair. I heard him moan again and again but I was having a lot of fun down there. James pulled my hair a bit and I looked up at him, he told me to get up, so I did, he kissed me again, pushing me against the wall then pulling off my shirt and bra, he groaned as he saw my tits, he sucked them and nibbled on my nipples while I stroked his manhood. Finally I had enough of the preliminaries, I needed to feel him inside me, so I pushed him away softly and started walking to the bedroom. "Follow me James, I promise you'll like what you find inside." I quickly got into my room and slipped out of my skirt and panties and lay back on my bed, my legs spread. I started slowly rubbing myself before he entered the room, also naked, he was stroking his big cock slowly and walking towards the bed, teasing me, I could tell. I'm usually fine with a little teasing, but that day, after sucking his big dick, I wanted him so badly I wasn't willing to wait. My pussy was dripping and he was just over top of me with his dick barely touching my pussy... I needed that cock, I begged him to please put it in me, I told him how much I needed it, he just laughed and slooooowly slid it up and down on my cunt, I was nearly crying for it, he was loving this. Finally when I thought he was going to shove it in me, he went down and started to eat me out, I was trying to protest but he was so good at it I was moaning within the minute. His tongue slid everywhere, then he pushed his tongue into my hot pussy and started to drink down my juices. I was so close to cumming I could feel it welling up inside me, I moaned and squirmed while he licked and fingered his way through my tunnel, suddenly he stopped and before I could look to see what he was doing he shoved his rock hard penis straight into me. It sent me over the edge; I thrashed around screaming for it as he pounded me like I've never experience before "YES! FUCK MY PUSSY BABY! FUCK IT SO HARD! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I cried. I thought for sure that at the pace he was going this was going to be quick, but it wasn't. My pussy released its vice grip from his cock and he settled back into the routine of fucking me... a little softer this time, he was also pinching my nipples which I always love. I didn't know what to do with myself other than just enjoy it, so I did. "I want to fuck you from behind." He told me, and since I love it doggie I quickly said yes and we switched positions. James slid himself back into me while I grabbed the headboard, and after a few short thrusts I begged him "Fuck me HARD!" I cried. James grabbed my long hair and pulled back while he began his jack hammering session in my pussy again, I was tingling all over, when his other hand squeezed my breast I came harder than before, the hardest ever probably, I screamed and cried and then passed out on the bed for a split second, but was awakened by a moan and loads and loads of hot sperm flooding my pussy, I cried out his name as he came into me and finally we collapsed together on the bed his face between my breasts, both panting and sweating, the room smelled like sex. We both fell asleep, we had been fucking for over an hour. I didn't wake up until later in the evening, he was gone. James had left his number for me on my cell phone which he had found on the dresser. I got up and had a shower, thinking about how amazing he was and when I could call him. I have called him a couple times and he's come over once or twice, but those times are another story... Samantha ;) The Coffee Shop Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 1998. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as Animal360). Any duplication, in whole or in part, is forbidden without the express written consent of the author, Canadian Cowboy. Chapter 1: A Hot Cup of Coffee. There is probably one somewhere in the city that you live. It is just your average neighborhood coffee shop. A place where all sorts of people come to read the paper, drink coffee, eat donuts and talk. There is nothing at all to make it seem out of the ordinary or unusual. In fact, you probably drive right by it every day, and that is why you've never noticed it. I'm one of those 'strange' people who has never had, and probably never will have, a car. I tried to learn to drive once, but it was a very bad experience. Maybe someday I'll tell you about it, but that is another story which is best left for another time. So, over the years I've learned to take the local city bus, or 'public transportation' as it is called, and the occasional cab when I need to get somewhere in a hurry. But if the weather is nice, and I have the time, sometimes I walk. That is how I came across the coffee shop. It was a Saturday, one of the few ones I've had lately where there was no reason to go into work, and no chores to do at home. I was just enjoying my free time. Indulging myself by walking around the neighborhood, in a section of town that I did not often frequent. The wind was somewhat colder than I had thought it would be, so I ducked inside to get out of the wind and warm my hands around a hot cup of coffee...and maybe a donut. I'd never been in the place before, but it seemed nice enough. Clean, bright, pleasant, and permeated with the aroma of hot coffee. As I sniffed the air, and the blood seemed to flow back into my frozen nostrils, I could detect the wonderful aromas of flavored coffees that I'd bought at the supermarket. These seemed to be richer somehow, stronger, and just breathing the air I could almost taste the coffee in my mouth, on my tongue. The shop was not exactly quiet, but it wasn't packed to the rafters, either. There were a dozen or so people spread out sitting at various tables, and a few in some of the booths. They were quietly talking with friends, reading their papers, or just looking out the windows at the people walking by. I know that this sounds so ordinary, and quite boring actually, but at that time the place was very unremarkable, except for the aromas of the different coffees in the air. The woman behind the counter appeared to be of middle age, a sort of motherly figure, whose eyes seemed to sparkle with hidden joy and laughter, the sort of person that seems to brighten a room when they enter it. I was sure that she was probably the reason why people came here in the first place, or at least why they came back. I felt my mood improve from just seeing her smile a big warm welcoming smile as she said, "Hello, sir. What can I get for you?" "A large hot cup of coffee, no flavor please. Oh, and I take cream and sugar," I replied. "Just be a minute. There's plenty of room here at the counter, so why don't you sit here?" She replied in that warm motherly tone of voice. "Sure. Okay." I said, as I plopped myself down on a seat a few feet away from her and the multitude of coffee pots steaming gently in the corner. As I waited for the coffee to arrive, I noticed that the shop had a warm and inviting feeling to it that I had not noticed when I first stepped inside. It made me feel a bit better and a bit more relaxed, but I was far from a happy person. The waitress, if you really wanted to call her that, arrived moments later and placed a large mug of hot coffee in front of me, accompanied by a bowl of sugar and a decanter of cold cream. "Listen," she said. "You look like a man who needs a break. The first cup of coffee is on the house. And, I won't take no for an answer. So you just sit there and enjoy your coffee and try to relax a bit, okay?" She turned away from me and went over to chat with what appeared to be one of the regulars who was standing by the till, waiting patiently to pay his bill. The man just smiled at me and nodded, as I looked at him for a moment. He turned to the waitress, and conversed with her for a few moments before paying his bill and leaving. Actually, I was very surprised at her kindness, and appreciated it more than she could have known. It's the little small thoughtful things that impress me, about people. I found myself feeling a little better about myself, and feeling just a bit more relaxed. For just a second, I felt a smile touch my lips. I smiled a second time. I suddenly realized that all this, the free coffee, the warm inviting atmosphere and the cheerful attitude of the waitress, were all designed to make me feel better about the place of business, and myself. It is just good business, and a way to get repeat customers. A little psychology goes a long way. I'm actually very familiar with using this approach, when I want to hypnotize someone. You see, I'm an amateur hypnotist. I do it because I love hypnotizing people...guys mostly. Both to help them, and because it is a turn on for me. I don't get to do it as often as I would like, and certainly not to some of the good looking guys that I've seen. But I get by, I guess. The coffee tasted very good. Smooth, and rich. Sipping it slowly was a luxury I had forgotten, or maybe it was just that the coffee here was very good. I soon felt the tension in my neck and shoulders fade away as I started to relax more and more. I was just looking around, at the people in the shop...as they came and left. Without quite realizing it my mug was soon empty, and I raised my hand to attract the waitress' attention. "Hi, again," she said with that warm motherly tone of voice. "Would you like a refill? But, you'll have to pay this time. It's $1.50 a mug." "No problem," I said as I smiled at her. "I think I can afford that." "You seem to be feeling better, sir," she grinned, as she filled my mug. She came back a few moments later, after returning the pot of coffee to the collection of pots in the corner. "Listen," she said. "I've got a free ear if you need it." I suppose, looking back, I should have been surprised at that statement, but I wasn't. I soon found myself talking to her, about me, and my life and my troubles. Sort of like pouring out your guts to your favorite bartender. Understand that I am a very private person, and I don't tell my secrets or problems to anyone. Well, I have to be private. I'm gay, and still in the closet. Sure, there are many guys out there who have come out successfully, but I haven't done that yet. So, as you might imagine, I have a lot of suppressed feelings and desires that I have to keep under careful control all the time. Is it any wonder I'm tense a lot? I won't bore you with the details, except to say that this motherly waitress soon knew all about me...my being gay, my having a crush on my boss, and my fantasies about him. It was odd, as if spilling my guts to a total stranger was not odd enough, that as I was spilling my guts, she would just stand there and listen. Every now and then when someone would come near or she would have to leave me for a moment, she would touch my forehead and say "pause," and my mouth and tongue would freeze. When she came back a few minutes later, she'd touch my forehead again and say "continue," and I'd pick up right at the syllable where I left off. After this happened four or five times, it finally dawned on me that there must have been something in the coffee. (Okay, so Sherlock Homes I'm not.) I knew that I hadn't been hypnotized, but I had been drugged, and that drug was preventing me from feeling scared or frightened or even angry. I would have felt that way, if I had been in my right mind. I finished my tale of troubles and woes about two cups of coffee later. The waitress just looked at me for a while. She didn't say anything, but a tear started to roll down her right cheek, and I heard a soft sob escape her lips. I knew that I should just get up and leave. After all I'd paid for the coffee, and I'd just told a complete stranger all my innermost secrets, but I couldn't leave. I could not stand up and walk out the door. I just couldn't. I didn't feel compelled to stay, and I knew that I didn't need her permission or anything. Whatever hold she had on me earlier had faded away and I KNEW that if I started to leave, she wouldn't even try to stop me. Something inside, some part of me felt that I should stay and listen to her. So I gently reached up with the napkin and wiped away the tear from her cheek, and then sat back down and waited for her to say something. "You poor man," she said. "It's not fair that someone as kind and sweet as you should go through life with such burdens, and worries. You deserve better. You deserve a chance at some joy and happiness. There is much you can do to make this a more wonderful world, if you were just given the chance." "Lady," I said, trying to bring the conversation back to earth, and to keep from losing my temper. "Just what the hell are you talking about, and what did you do to me? What was that drug you put into my coffee?" "Paul," she said. "You did not leave now, when you knew you were able to, when you knew you had the chance. You chose to stay, and perform a small act of kindness for someone who you felt has just abused and humiliated you, and in public no less. Why do you think that is?" "Probably," I said with disgust and anger clearly in my voice. "Because I'm stupid. I also want to know exactly what you did to me, and why." "No," she said with a small smile. "Deep down you have a compassionate and caring heart. It is just in your nature to want to try and help people, even if it seems to you that you always lose in the end. That quality is very rare, and very precious. I think you may be the person I've been hoping would come in here someday." With that, she touched my forehead again, and I suddenly could not move a muscle! I was paralyzed, and scared to death! "Paul," she said as she smiled at me. "Come with me to the back room.. We need to talk.." And like one of those hypnotized zombies, or slaves you see on an old TV show, I found myself standing up, and walking with her to the back room. My face a mask of terror, and my guts turned to water. My GOD! Why didn't I leave when I had the chance? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Is all I could chant in my mind as I followed her like a good little slave, into the back room. Once there, I sat down in an ordinary chair, and waited. And waited. And waited. In darkness, and in terror. Chapter 2: The Gift Suddenly, my world exploded in bright light. After blinking a few times (I could still do that apparently), my eyes adjusted to the light and I saw the 'waitress' in front of me again. "Paul, I know you are scared, and for that I am truly sorry," she said. "But you would not have stayed of your own free will, for the entire explanation. No harm will come to you, that I promise. Actually, I am going to make it possible for you to help yourself and a lot of other people at the same time. You have within you a power, that you can develop and control for the benefit of your life and the lives of others. I can teach you how to do this, but it must be your decision." She stopped talking and looked at me, then, and sighed. She knew that if I had been able, I would have either run from that place and NEVER come back, or tried to kill her. I'm not sure myself what I would have done. So much, I thought, for being a "kind and sweet person." "To begin with," she said. "Yes I did drug your coffee, but only the first cup. It is a drug that affects only those few types of people who have the 'spark' within themselves. This is how I was able to confirm that you have the power, even though it is dormant. I felt something special as soon as you walked through the door. I felt a resonance of my power with yours, but it was very faint. I had to give you the drug to be sure." "The drug is, well, hard to explain. It opened up your mind and soul to me...and because we resonated, you were able to confide all your secrets to me...and were unable to lie. So, I know all about you, as is necessary if I am to help you develop your power." "For example, I know that you have a crush on your boss at work, and have fantasized about hypnotizing him into doing a strip show for you." (At that I blushed so hard I though my head would explode. She DID know everything about me. I shuddered uncontrollably.) "I also know that there are a couple of good looking firemen at the fire station in your neighborhood that you've had your eyes on too. All you'd like to do is to see them slide down a fire pole, naked." (Another blush, even brighter than before if that was possible.) "I can make all this happen for you. I can teach you how to do this, but only if you want to learn. I know that you don't believe me. I am going to give you a small sample of what your power could be, and allow you to use it just once, and only on one person...one man." With that, she took my hand in hers, and looked deep into my eyes. I tried to close my eyes, or to look away, but I could not. I was compelled to look deep into her eyes. I felt my body start to float, and my mind begin to cloud. Vaguely, I heard some distant voice telling me things. Things that I knew to be real, but that I simply could not remember clearly. ____________ I blinked my eyes open, and there stood the waitress bending over me and putting a cool wet cloth to my forehead. I was lying on the counter in the coffee shop, and my head ached a bit. "Wha... what happened.?" I mumbled. "You okay now, honey?" The waitress asked with big concerned eyes. "You suddenly fainted or something, and hit your head on the side of the counter. You sure you're okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," I muttered. "Guess I'm not eating right." Well, that certainly would explain the ache in my head, I thought. All I want is to go home and crawl into bed. "Listen, honey," the waitress called as I left the shop, walking without too much difficulty. "You go home, go to bed and get some rest. Come back when you want another coffee." "Kind of a strange thing to say," I thought to myself...but I was more concerned about getting home and resting. I spend the rest of Saturday, and most of Sunday in bed. I was just so damn tired that I couldn't DO anything. Come Monday morning I was my old self and ready to face another work week. My head was much better, and I felt better than I had in a long time. The workday was uneventful. Nothing at all unusual happened, and for some reason I kept expecting something to. I smiled at my boss just like I always do, and he greeted me warmly just as he always does. Little does he know how much I long to see him out of that double breasted suit, preferably at my apartment. But that's what dreams are made of, I thought, sighing quietly to myself. Just at quitting time, my boss called me into his office. My first thought was, great, more work to do. I could not have been more wrong. Upon arriving in his office, I noticed that there was a young police officer sitting across from my boss chatting with him. Well, there's my 'unusual thing,' I thought to myself. "Ah, Paul," my boss grinned at me. "You're here. I'd like you to meet the son of a friend of mine. This is Officer Steven Stokes. I've been telling him about the success you've had with hypnosis here in the office and some of the good it's done for stress among some of our workers. Steven, here would like to reduce his stress level, and I though maybe you could help him." It was true. I had hypnotized a lot of my coworkers, male and female....but always in groups. Never alone. I didn't want to tempt myself or torture myself with something that I knew I'd never be able to have. It was no surprise to you, I'm sure, that my boss Phil, was one of the few people in our department that I had not hypnotized at least once, at one time or another. He always joked about it, when I asked him why he did not want to go under, by saying something like he had to keep an objective view of everyone including me, and besides it wasn't going to get me a raise anyway. "Sure, no problem, Phil," I said to my boss. "I'd be more than happy to help out.." I am not sure exactly how I did it, but I managed to walk over to Officer Stokes and shake his hand without stuttering a hello or drooling. This Officer Stokes had to be at least 6 feet tall, and maybe 200 pounds. He was built like a brick blockhouse, with well muscled arms, and legs, a beautiful torso and clean cut almost chiseled features. Add to that short cropped brown hair, and deep olive green eyes that made you want to dive into them, and a smile that could have melted the north polar ice cap. And a gold ring on his left middle finger. DAMN!!! Concealing my disappointment at finding him 'off limits', I asked him, "Officer, when would be a good time for you?" "Tonight would not be too soon for me," I thought silently to myself as I looked directly into his eyes. (ping) "Funny, though, I thought I heard a bell or something ring very softly in my ears," I thought to myself. "Guess I must be working too hard." "Please, call me Steve," he replied. "And would tonight be too soon?" "Not at all. Here I'll just give you my address and you can drop by after work," I said, concealing my delight at this unexpected turn of events. "My shift ends at 7:30 PM tonight. I'll go home, change, grab a bite, and be at your place by, say 8:30? Okay?" Steven asked me. "Sure. Sounds good." I replied. Of course, what I was thinking to myself, as I stared into those deep olive green limpid pools that were his eyes was, "Don't bother to change. I want to hypnotize you in your uniform, and cuff you too." (ping) There it is again. I must not be getting enough sleep. Officer Stokes looked at me for a few seconds, as though having second thoughts. "Listen," he said. "Just so that we have a bit more time, in case this takes longer than you think it might, I'd like to drop by your apartment, right after work. I'll grab something on the way over. So I'll see you at maybe 8 PM then?" "Sure. That's fine too," I replied. A chill went down my back though. This was just a bit too much of a coincidence for me. But, I had made an appointment and I intended to keep it. Besides at the very least, I'd get to hypnotize a good looking guy and cop to boot. Funny, but that had always been a fantasy of mine. My last thoughts of Steve, as I caught his eyes while saying goodbye to him as he left the room were that I'd like it better if he did shower and put on a new uniform before he came over. (ping) "Great. There it is again. Maybe if I take some aspirin, it'll go away before my evening with Steve starts." ____________ He was late. It was already 8:15 PM and no sign of Officer Steven Stokes. Sighing to myself, I finally accepted the fact that I'd been 'stood up' and went to the kitchen to drown my disappointments in a hot cup of tea. A couple of minutes before 8:30 PM my doorbell rang. I tried not to run to the door like some hormone deranged teenager, but I couldn't help myself. Even if all I was going to do was to hypnotize this hunk of a cop, so that he could get rid of some of his stress, it was still very exciting. I'd wanted to do this for years, and never dared to hope I'd ever get a chance. And here it was being offered to me on a silver platter. My boss, Phil, didn't know it, but I owed him one for this. Big Time. I had to take a couple of deep relaxing breaths, to calm my trembling arms before I could open the door. The Coffee Shop Innocently reading a book at the local coffee shop, Lima a short curvy dark haired olive skinned woman from Bhutan, with eyes so light green they looked as if they were lit from the inside; realized that the section she was in was curiously empty. And the music that was usually playing in the background was so low it was almost non-existent. She slowly rose not wanting to put down the book she had become engrossed in. The book was called the Demon Hunter. A story of a woman who ever since birth could see demons in their true form. And when the demons realized that she could see them she became their target. Anyway Lima noticed that the lights were too low to read and wondered what was going on. She got up and walked to the front of the shop and still found know one. The registers were on and she could still smell the coffee brewing in the back, but no people. That's when she saw the first body laying face down behind the giant coffee grinder. As she instinctively backed away from the scene she noticed that even the lights outside of the coffee shop had been dimmed. And there were people walking by outside. A man walked right up to the window and looked in, and from the expression on his face he couldn't see her and looked upset that the front door would not open. She realized with a sharp intake of breath that the man couldn't see her and she was standing right in front of him on the other side of the glass. He looked right through her even when she started waiving her hands in distress. He looked at his watch and walked away in a huff. "He couldn't see me" She smelled the strong smell of sulfur coming from the back room where they kept the coffee supplies. Tentatively she said hello is anyone there and then said it louder and more insistent. There is someone hurt out hear. I think you need to call 911...a silent pause and then she heard something heavy move in the back room. She leaned forward looking over the counter to see if she could see through the two swinging doors with the oval windows in the center. It was too dark to see anything but there was a low light, like a night-light glowing on some machine, an orange glow started to reveal a shape, a large shape that all of a sudden moved. Lima thought it was a shadow because of its size and said, oh thank Go...and the word caught in her throat. And a deep rumbling voice started to chuckle and say Oh no he can't help you here; it's too late for that now. And the voice chuckled a low threatening other worldly chuckle. It turned her blood cold and her eyes bulged as they adjusted to the darkness. What she saw was something out of a nightmare. It was nearly 8 feet tall and wide enough to block the light from escaping the room. It looked like it might not be able to fit through the 3 foot wide opening of the double doors. It had black shiny horns jutting out of its forehead thrusting to the ceiling and long dark animal hair like that of a goat draping its chiseled face which had a dangerous shark like smile pasted to it. Its teeth were all fangs and they were so white in contrast to its skin. The skin was almost mahogany but it was too red to be actual mahogany. Lima stood rooted to the spot, staring in awe with her mouth hanging open, the laugh came again and said oh that's a good start, this is going to be fun. Ha ha ha ha haaaaaa. Somewhere in the back of her mind something screamed RUN... and Lima dashed for the front door and just as she reached for the handle she was paralyzed by a wave of what felt like static electricity, so strong the all the hairs on her curvy body stood at attention. She felt her feet come off the ground and her entire body be lifted into the air so that she was hovering nearly 5 feet off the ground. She dropped her book and it hit the floor with a thunderclap. There was no sound in the room for a long moment and then that horrible laughter crept up her spine, again that voice, the words "Oh I see" burned into her subconscious. The smell of sulfur and sweaty pussy and ass started to pour into the room and the glow from the back room got brighter and brighter. She couldn't believe that the people walking by on the street couldn't see what was going on inside the little corner coffee shop. For goodness sake, the whole place was a fishbowl; it was made that way to bring people in. "why won't someone look this way"? Lima was spun around in mid air with such force it almost made her puke and then she was facing the doorway looking down between her huge breasts and between her legs to the storage room doors and the creature in the room behind it, the force that held her horizontally in the air flipped her slowly onto her back as if she were on an invisible spit. Then she floated into the room feet first an inch at a time. Sweat was pouring down her face with the concentration of trying to move her limbs. The doors opened by themselves very slowly with supernatural dread. Somehow she found the strength to spread her legs and try to brace them against the opening of the doorway. As soon as her boots hit the door her jeans ripped at the seams and were torn away leaving her sex wide open for the beast to see. It smirked and said, " Now, now Lima are you teasing me? Well, time enough for that later, lets savor our time in this world ". Realizing that the thing new her name ripped the last shred of sanity from her mind and she threw her head back and screamed a primal scream for help that her ears did not recognize. Before she realized consciously what was happening the creature opened his mouth and a long blue/black tongue shot out like a chameleons and started lapping at her sex. She immediately vomited onto her chest reducing her floral spring blouse into a steaming mess of her lunch of basmati rice and chili con carne. The creatures tongue snaked its way up her stomach and started licking up the vomited lunch. Once again the creature laughed a sinister laugh. As it finished the last of the regurgitated lunch the forked tongue slimed its way under her blouse and bra and yanked back tearing off blouse and bra in one fluid powerful motion and swallowed both. Lima watched in wide-eyed disbelief as her jeans and panties went down the monsters gullet with an audible guttural gulp, which made her stomach do flip-flops. She started to dry heave. At that the monster through back its own head and shook its dark mane revealing snake like tendrils that stood out all around its head. It pursed its lips and slowly again the forked tongue flicked in and out like that of a snake tasting the air and then it slowly protruded thickening as it straightened out heading directly for Lima's spread pussy. She instinctively clenched making her hood stand at attention and with the effort. The tip of one of the forks of the monsters tongue wrapped itself tightly around the base of her clit as the other flicked it until she became juicy between her legs. The monster snorted like a bull and stamped a giant cloven hoof at the sight and smell of her involuntarily flowing juices. It reached out with arms covered in coarse dark gorilla like hair that smelled of foul musk. With taloned fingers it grasped her thighs and clamped down hard making her wince in pain as the tongue found deeper purchase and continued to swell as it slid forcefully inside her cunt. It started plunging deeper and deeper into her, she could feel it in her stomach and the sensation made her cum all over the monsters tongue. Her arms where now trying to hold onto the door frame in protest to what was happening to her in clear view of the people who walked by oblivious to the spectacle the was unfolding just yards away. She began to moan and hated that her body was responding to this vile creature. It with drew it's thick bulging tongue from her sopping wet cunt with a loud sucking smack that made her skin crawl and sent a sonic shudder through her frame. This served to ignite the full lust of the monster. It grabbed her around her thick waist and tore her away from the tenuous grip she had procured on the doorframe. She lost 5 fingernails in the process. Now completely inside the back room of the coffee shop the creature's full form could be seen; it had the look of being half goat, half monster. From the waist down it was covered in black gnarled rough fur with bits of skin and secretions sticking to its matted coat. The things skin seemed to glow from the inside and pulse as if the reddish black skin were about to tear from all the muscle straining to burst through the thick taught skin. It turned taking its prize back into the depth of the room, only then did Lima see the dead bodies strewn about the floor like broken dolls. Heads torn off, stumps of legs bitten through, all naked with bones protruding through savaged skin and tossed in impossible angles to imagine in life, the walls dripped blood. The two that used to be men had their arms torn off and chests crushed. Lima could see hoof prints in their crushed chests, one had no face just a bloody hoof print with bits of skull jutting up through the pulp where his face once was. Lima turned her attention back to the monster as she saw its huge swollen cock with spiny barbs protruding from the thick patch of fur between its giant goat legs. The sides of the vein-popping shaft pulsed with horrifying intent hovering just below her tongue-ravaged pussy. It held her there until the first drop of her juice dropped on the tip of the grotesquely bulbous head, which was the size, and color of a large eggplant. It was shinny and bumpy with a glowing pre cum secretions slathered all around it, which oozed from within and steam tendrils snaked through the air in wispy trails from its pores. The monster locked eyes with Lima, cocked its head to the right and gripped her hips with the fury of a predator seizing its prey; that made her eyes bug out of their sockets. It shoved the huge cock, balls deep into her tiny ass hole. The searing pain forced Lima to open her mouth to scream, but she never got the chance because the monsters tongue got there first and it made her deep throat its tongue to the point of gagging her and she choked violently on its girth. Waves of revulsion and nausea wracked her body. She was fighting for her every breath and her gargling screams spurred the monster into ferocious action it fucked her ass until it was bleeding profusely, and the cum that would not stop gushing from her tiny little pussy mixed with the creatures own burning secretions, blood and tissue torn from her ass. The floor below Lima cracked open reveling a glowing orange light. The creature's thrusts where pounding into her ferociously. Harder and deeper with every thrust of the assault; and she new that soon it would spew its seed inside her abused body. One thought came to her mind, at least its in my ass and not pus... but her thought was cut short because the monster ripped out of her bloody torn ass and plunged the engorged eel like cock into her dripping cunt so hard in one practiced move that she heard her hip pop as it was dislocated. The monster came so mush that it gushed out of her like someone had jumped on a sponge full of thick reddish yellow cottage cheese. She felt her womb swell with a burning sensation. The creatures cock went limp and retracted with a sickening wet sucking slurp as her torn lips hung bloody and swollen and completely open from the overstretching. Lima fell to the floor, which was still slowly opening, and she felt herself being drawn down by unseen hands into the horrible glowing depth. The last image she saw in her swirling mind was the book she was reading just an hour ago that she had purchased in the occult section of the book store across the street, the inscription in dark red burned into her retinas, "If you read this book you do so at your own risk"... The Coffee Shop Author's Note: I appreciate any comments or constructive criticism on this piece, as it is one of my first Literotica posts. Duly note that this submission is copyrighted solely to me, LilyArc, and that any coincidences made in the story relating to people, places, or events are just that. Thank you for reading, LilyArc. +++++ The only logical thought in her head was that she shouldn't be staring at him like this. A litany of reasons as to why bubbled up in response: He was five years her junior. He was still in high school. You're behaving like a cougar. The last excuse gave her pause and she lowered her eyes from the pale narrow face of her eye candy to the magazine in front of her. Every morning for the past three months, Peyton Gray had come into the Side Street Brewery, a quaint little coffee shop just on the edge of the artsy district of Hamish, Maine; a sleepy fishing town tucked back into a guarded cove and well off the beaten path. Peyton could go on and on in description of the colorful beachside houses clashing with the modern seaside fishing cottages along the harbor front, or the abrupt overgrowth of temperate forest that shot to the heavens along rocky and mountainous terrain. She could describe every shop in the town if she had been in a better mood, but ever since her return from California three months ago, her emotions had taken a turn for the worst. And it was all because of her coffee shop eye candy. Three months ago, while tucking away into a novel with a glass of Napa Valley wine, Peyton had gotten the urgent phone call from her mother to return home. Her childhood friend and lifetime muse had been killed in a boating accident. Without a thought she had packed up a suitcase and caught the first flight out of Los Angeles, fighting the urge to dissolve into tears the entire route. Aiden Hart had been a good person, naïve and sweet and unwilling to cause anyone harm. As children she had harbored him like the rocky cliffs of her hometown, weathering the storm as she guarded his childlike nature from corruption and ill will. She had been the one to help him "come out" to his family at the age of fifteen, and gave him solace when he felt like no one could understand him, which was normal at that age to feel. It wasn't too long after, at seventeen, that Aiden met his lifetime partner of William Morris Hunt and their life together had turned out grandly. The couple had stayed in Hamish after returning from the university, raising stray pups and the occasional coon, and ran their small comic book store and William's bar on the weekends. To think that peaceful, easy life had been ripped apart one stormy night at the docks absolutely floored Peyton. Aiden, ever the curious type, had taken to boating and quite often went out of the harbor into the wide open sea to catch dinner. It was his way of reciprocating for William's manliness, no doubt, and he had become quite the seaman. But all the talent at the helm hadn't prevented him from navigating, and ultimately drowning, in one of the worst storms to hit the Maine coastline in almost half a century. William, a stout fisherman type, had been all but destroyed at the news. Needless to say, after the funeral, William had sold the bar and comic book shop, packed his things, and transported his furry friends and his alcoholic bum to sunny Key West, Florida, with no intention of returning. But Peyton had stayed behind, lingering at the place of her childhood for reasons she couldn't understand. Her folks had long since moved, coming back to Maine only when it suited them. That's where Peyton stayed now, at her parents' rusty red cottage on the rugged cliff deemed the "Overlook", well within sights of Lighthouse Island and well away from the charming town she had so many memories of. And one day, when she had been in an explorative mood and in need for coffee, Peyton had wound up here, at Side Street, where her unhealthy curiousity (she refused to call it "obsession") had begun. That first visit to the shop she could distinctly remember him not working the espresso machine, in fact she was fairly certain that the boy hadn't been at work at all. If he had, she would've cut tail and run, making note to never go back, but it hadn't played out that way. No, her merry ass had skipped into the shop every day for a week, making herself a familiar face and adding new friends to her small list that seemed to be ever-growing the longer she stayed home. The second week was when the eye candy had made his appearance, and immediately she found herself floored when ordering her coffee. If it hadn't been for dear Margaret, the elderly co-owner who also baked the breads and other treats for the shop, Peyton would've floundered at the register for an eternity grappling for a response to his "Good morning, what can I get you?" salutation. Her eye candy, this boy five years her junior, was as reserved as they come. Peyton quickly grasped the notion that it was not out of shyness that he kept his mouth shut, but out of choice. Nothing in his careful, labored movements as he saddled up her coffee spoke of a twitchy teen boy. Nothing in those ice green eyes told her anything. The soft but firm way he spoke to her suggested in every sense that he was there to serve her coffee, not spirit away her good sense. He was polite and efficient, controlled and aloof. It frightened the hell out of her. But yet, every day, Peyton was back for more torture. She was careful about it, of course, arriving the same time every morning and leaving after an hour of looking through a magazine or reading a chapter of a new book she had picked up from a local book vendor. She did not go out of her way to greet him or illicit conversation; she did not longingly stare over her coffee cup at him though she was sorely tempted to. No, Peyton was a good girl and was adamant about doing the right thing, which only placed her in the current funk she was in. Which brought Peyton the present. She was currently breaking one of her own Golden Rules, her pulse picking up swiftly at the wrongness of it. Yes, she was staring, and yes, she was attracted to his entire package; it couldn't be helped. Today he had decided to wear something outside of his normal baggy t-shirts, opting instead for a grey Hanes tee that clung to his defined chest and rather broad set of shoulders, his dark hair was unbound and falling to his shoulders. In the past three months Peyton had noticed he was bulking up, and she had assumed it was for that cute blonde girl with freckles and sky-blue eyes that had also begun to show up at the same time Peyton did, stealing away his attention from her the moment she skipped into the coffee shop. Peyton lowered her gaze back to the magazine and closed it with an irritated sigh. Her inner thoughts were beginning to sound jealous, and that threw her completely. She packed away her magazine into her book bag that also served the dual purpose as her purse, latching the flaps closed. Peyton stood up when the blonde girl – his girlfriend, probably – skipped in for her morning espresso, beaming Peyton's eye candy with a brilliant smile. Peyton tried not to grumble at that. She forced herself to follow her usual routine, her moves calculated and slow as she tucked in the iron-wrought chair under the table and tossed her biodegradable cup into the proper trash bin. Margaret, who had been standing at the glass counter that was covered with trays of baked goods, eyed the antique clock with raised white eyebrows, her blue eyes watching Peyton closely. Damn, had the old woman noticed? Yes, Peyton had skimmed ten minutes off her usual coffee hour, her predictable schedule thrown off by her eye candy's girlfriend. Usually she could share the space, gritting teeth all the while, but today she couldn't keep up appearances. The thought of it made her blueberry muffin shift uncomfortably in her stomach. "Leaving already?" Margaret chirped from her spot at the bakery section, her blue eyes inquiring. Damn her. Peyton smiled politely, feeling his eyes on her as she spoke. It was both unnerving and unexpected, but a pleasant surprise that had Peyton admitting more than she should have. "My editor will grill me if I don't meet deadline. The manuscript is due at three and I haven't yet finished." This was true, Peyton did have a deadline and her editor was a ball-buster of the highest order, but the manuscript she was working on wasn't due for weeks. But Margaret didn't know that, her inner voice taunted, which makes it such a perfect excuse. Margaret's blue eyes widened in surprise before they quickly turned to twinkling orbs of mischievousness. The muffin in Peyton's stomach shifted again. "Well in that case you'll make it up to Margaret tomorrow and eat a slice of her infamous coffee cake? You're the only one in town who keeps turning down my offer, you know. Caleb will make a special pot of coffee to go with," she cajoled with a wink. "Just for you, Margaret," Peyton said brightly, taking the jab with a returning wink and teasing smile. "See you tomorrow." Feeling devilish, Peyton broke one of her Golden Rules again to look over at eye candy and felt the breath she had been inhaling burst free from her lungs. His ice green stare ripped right through her, the intensity of the gaze calculated, like something about her or her response pleased him. The frankness of that very stare left her more vulnerable than she had ever felt in a very long time, and Peyton quickly exited the coffee shop and escaped down the street, her breathing ragged and her heart a tumbling mess of bass drum. Finally she reached the boardwalk and collapsed onto a wooden bench, facing the sea. While the blue skies and bright sun promised nothing but good weather, the distant thunderheads that hung low over the stretch of sea spoke otherwise. Tonight would be one hell of a storm. While Peyton caught her breath, she looked out over the docks. Many of the fishermen were heading in, eyes on the clouds as well, quickly hauling in their early morning catch before calling it a day. The sea gulls weren't absent but certainly less in number, attesting that a storm was indeed on its way. With a sigh, Peyton stood up shakily, straightening her noodle-like limbs and refused to think about what had just happened at the coffee shop, at least not until she was booking a great deal of wine in her system and was safely tucked away in the privacy of her parents' cottage. Shouldering her bag, she began the ten-minute trek to the "barn on the Overlook", using the soft cool sea breeze to clear her head. By the time she ambled up the gravel drive and crossed the yard to the front path that led to the barn, the "coffee shop incident" was a dark thought shoved into the back of her conscious. Peyton hoped, idly, that the memory would stay there. Permanently. +++++ All constructive comments appreciated!! =) The Coffee Shop I look up as I hear the door to my coffee shop open... "Sorry, we're about to..." "Don't worry I'll just...." you begin to say "...oh...it's Claire isn't it?" I continue, "Don't worry, you're a regular, what would you like" "Latte please, if it's not too much trouble" "Not at all, though I'll have to clean up around you. Take a seat and I'll bring it over when it's ready" As the coffee brews you take your seat, I continue to wipe down the counter, sneaking a peek at you as you stare out of the window at the shoppers and workers making their way home on this late summer evening. Admiring the way your long, blonde hair tumbles over your shoulders, the shape of your legs as they stretch out in front of you...I am woken from my reverie by the beeping of the coffee machine, shake my head and whip up the latte, carrying it over to your table with a smile. "I'm going to have to lock the door" I say, "can't be here all night with other people coming in" "Sure" you reply "whatever you have to do" I turn the lock, and then go about my business wiping down tables as you drink. All are done but yours so I finally come over, "All done?" I enquire. "Yes, lovely thanks" you answer, staring straight at me with your searing blue eyes. "Fuck it" I think "why not?", and I lean forwards kissing you full on the lips, I feel you start with a little jump, so break off and step back. "Sorry..." I stammer out. You rise, "don't be" you say, smile, and close the gap between us, going straight for my lips and throwing your arms around my back. I feel your nipples hardening beneath your t-shirt as my cock begins to stiffen in my trousers fuelled by the intensity of our kiss. My hands caressing your back as your lips open and your tongue searches for mine and I respond, flicking my tongue against yours. Now my hands search for skin, feeling the heat of your back as they find the gap between t-shirt and jeans and I pull you even closer in to me, our bodies crushed together. In the sheer lust of the moment my hands quickly move up and find the clasp of your bra strap, fingers moving deftly to undo it, before continuing their journey and pulling your t-shirt off over your head. The kiss is broken for only a second, as your lips emerge again I find them with mine and as the shirt comes free your drop your arms, shaking your shoulders slightly to move the bra strap to that it too falls to the floor. Now I feel your hands and as one works at my belt buckle the other reaches inside feeling for my cock, finding it, grasping it, then releasing it as the buckle comes free. Both hands now move swiftly, smoothly, pulling at the belt, the button, the zip, then around to my ass pulling trousers and boxers down. I slip off my shoes with my feet then use my toes to get my socks down and off as you work. When my trousers and pants fall I step from them as your hands grab my already fully erect cock and wank it hard. Now I work at your belt, your zip, and return the favour slipping your jeans and pants down to your thighs, as you step back from me to remove your boots and slip them off I see for the first time your luscious breasts, nipples rock hard and erect, but only for a second as your hair hides them from view as you bend forwards. Realising that you are about to be naked I pull my t-shirt over my head, my muscular frame revealed to you for the first time. As you stand you smile, but without a word your slim frame is up against me again and your lips find mine, your breasts and nipples crushed against my chest, my cock upright, hard as iron, between our bellies. I reach around and grab your ass, pulling you even closer to me, you reach behind me feeling for... ...a chair... ...finding it, you turn it and push me backwards so that I have to sit, you bend forwards as I do so, not ending the kiss. Then you shuffle forwards until the tip of my cock rests at the entrance to your pussy. Our lips are crushed together as, slowly, you begin to impale yourself on my dick, lower and lower you go as my shaft slides easily into you, your pussy so wet with the passion of the moment. I have to resist the temptation to plunge into you quickly but the weight of your body keeps me still and finally I am fully embedded within you. Suddenly you begin to rise and fall with enormous ferocity my dick completely leaving you before you slam back down and fully envelope me again, the intensity of the moment driving you, as well as me, wild. Your hands go to my shoulders, helping you ride me, forcing me into the chair as I fill you with eight inches of thick meat at every stroke. Then you stop, your pussy full of cock, and begin to rotate your hips and milk me with the muscles of your warm hole. We both know that this cannot last long, it has been to intense, too passionate, our tongues deep within each others mouths, my cock deep in your pussy. To your surprise I begin to stand but as I do so your legs come up around my hips and I hold you there my strength, and my cock, holding you up before I grasp your waist and begin to lift you off myself before letting you fall back down on to it...at that moment, I turn, your back is to the window but I catch a glimpse out of it, noticing that some people have stopped going about their business and are looking through the window...not from nearby...but discretely, guiltily. This only drives my passion and I begin to violently plunge you down onto my engorged tool. Suddenly, I feel that you should see those people too, so I pull you off me, bend you over, head down, then turn you around, placing your hands onto the window. I violate your wet hole again thrusting hard and deep, you pressing back towards me with the strength of your arms, and then we settle into a rhythm, you pushing back as I thrust forwards, both of us then releasing. It is now that I reach forward and grab your hair, pulling your head up so that you can see out into the street...you see the man with his dog, watching...the group of students on the corner, watching...the nurse, watching...the young couple, watching... and then you go wild forcing yourself hard onto my cock, I grab your hips just to stay inside you and then feel your legs begin to shake and give way as your orgasm overtakes you, your pussy grasping at my cock with its muscles, I give myself over to it, my orgasm overtaking me, I fight to hold you up as I spurt my seed deep into you again and again and again... ...when we both have come down from our highs a little and still buried inside you I gentle let us fall to the floor and hold you there, my front against your back, revelling in the warm afterglow...