0 comments/ 22482 views/ 0 favorites Coffee Break By: DafneyDewitt Fuller spotted her at Coffee People sipping a mocha. She was reasonably attractive, but seemed disheveled. Strands of hair had escaped from her ponytail, her blouse had a coffee stain, and bulged a little where it tucked into her skirt. She wore a wedding ring. He sat next to her. Fuller considered himself a player. He knew women found him irresistibly attractive. He used his coffee break for pickups. She spoke first. "Do you like my hair?" "Aha!," said Fuller "You caught me looking." "Well, do you like it?" "It's nice enough." "Nice enough for what?" "It's long. I like long hair." "Oh, you do, do you?" "Yes, I do." Fuller stated affirmatively nodding his head. "Why do you like it long?" "It gives me something to grab." "Oh, so you're a grabber, huh?" "I like to touch," acknowledged Fuller. She challenge Fuller. "Let's see you touch my hair." Fuller pointed a finger lightly stroking her hair. "Would you be that gentle if we were alone?" "Probably not," Fuller admitted. "Would you grab my ponytail in your fist and twist me to your desires?" She was heating up the pace of their conversation. Fuller carefully stopped sipping his coffee for fear of choking. "Err . . . no, I wouldn't do anything like that." "You'd force me to my knees?" "No I wouldn't." "You'd make me." "No." She gave him a smile. "Men are such liars." "Not all men." "My coffee's gone. I've gotta go." "Wait. Give me your phone number," said Fuller. "If I do, you'll never call." "I'll call. I promise." She wrote down her phone number on a matchbook. "Here, don't forget to call. Ask for Mrs. Lyon." "I'll call." Fuller put the matchbook in his pocket. He carried it around for the next 2 months. He carried it after all the matches were gone. He thought about calling, but married women were just too easy. When he did dial, it was to keep his promise. He would enjoy turning her down. Fuller asked for Mrs. Lyon. The voice mail recording of a women's voice kept repeating the same message. "City Zoo, our hours are from 10am to 6pm, Monday through Saturday." Fuller slammed down the phone and blurted out a string of obscenities. "Slovenly bitch! I'd grab your hair, force my cock into your mouth, fuck your ass until it burned, and spurt hot cum all over your face!" After he stopped shouting, Fuller smiled. She had sized him up correctly within the first few minutes of their meeting. She was tacky, but intelligent. He had put off phoning because he thought she would be too easy. She lied better then he did. Fuller spent the next 6 months searching for her. Coffee Break "One venti mochaccino, low fat with a vanilla shot hold the whipped cream please." ordered the woman in front of Heidi. The Malaysian girl's badge read trainee and she was clearly not yet up to the task of dealing with such a specific order. "Sorry Madam, please you say your order one more time?" she asked in the politest way her broken English could manage. The woman repeated her order in a much slower and louder tone than before, "One venti mochaccino, low fat with a vanilla shot hold the whipped cream. It's not rocket science, but then I suppose that is why you are working in a coffee shop." The young girl continued to try and respond to her professional best, "Sorry madam, today is my first day so I find your order little complicated for me. I just check one more time," she looked down at the notes she had written, "Venti Mochacino, low fat with vanilla and whipped cream." "No whipped cream!" snapped the woman, "Do they not teach you English back in China or whatever shithole of a country you come from. What the hell are you doing working in a place like this if you can't even understand a simple coffee order." The young trainee barista was starting to get upset at the abuse she was receiving, "Please Madam, I try my best but sometimes I have a trouble with my English and need to practice. Please no be angry and I give you your coffee free of charge." The woman however seemed determined to make the poor girl feel as small as possible. "That's not good enough. As a paying customer, I have a right to a certain standard of service which you clearly did not provide." she ranted, "I want to speak with your manager this instant and find out why such an incompetent was aloud to work here. You will never work..." "STOP!!!" screamed Heidi. She had had enough of this. Upon Heidi's command, the woman froze mid-rant, as did the whole coffee house, nobody moved a muscle. Heidi was loath to use her power over time on trivial matters but this woman had really rubbed her up the wrong way. Listening to her hurl unwarranted abuse at the poor coffee girl made her feel sick knowing she could put a stop to it and in the end she decided that this bitch needed to be taken down a peg or two. Luckily she always carried a few toys and gadgets on her person in case of emergency (it can be a nightmare trying to circumnavigate city streets packed with stationary traffic) so she could get to work on her patented three step punishment package. Step One: Embarrassment. With the world still frozen in time, Heidi carefully set about her work. She looked the angry woman up and down and couldn't help thinking how sad it was that such a pretty girl could be so vile. She absentmindedly tugged away at the woman's clothes, ripping her blouse and skirt from her body before condemning her bra and panties to a similar fate. There the girl stood, stark naked in a crowed coffee shop. It really was a sight for Heidi to behold but it didn't stop her perfectionist mind from deciding to make a couple of adjustments. Firstly she put a hand over each of the woman's breasts, "Grow." she commanded, and on her word the woman's cleavage expanded to more than twice its original size. They had become so large in fact that they were almost spilling out of the sexy French Maid's outfit that Heidi proceeded to dress her up in. There was nothing that Heidi could do about that though as if she pulled the dress up any higher it would expose even more of the woman's naked ass and that would be far too embarrassing for her. The compromise had to do. Now that the woman's new outfit was fitted, Heidi walked up close to her and whispered in her ear, "You will be fully aware of the changes that have occurred to you, but you will not try to run away and you will not make a scene. You will quietly apologise to the poor girl for your rudeness and then sit at table in the centre of this coffee house and drink your coffee, nice and slowly." She then added for kicks, "Oh and the more embarrassed you feel while you drink your coffee, the hornier you are going to feel also. But you can't go anywhere until you have finished slowly drinking your cup of coffee." The woman dealt with, Heidi then walked around the counter to the Malaysian and began to whisper in her ear, "You will feel much better when you receive the apology, you will accept it and then carry on work as normal. You will be the only one to notice the change in her, but you will not mention it. Just keep it to yourself." Heidi was about to move away from the girl before she changed her mind and quickly added, "Oh and even if you weren't before, you are now a lesbian and will believe you always have been. And this girl before you, is exactly your type." Now Heidi did move away from the girl, smiling at how much fun this was going to be. She turned to face the customers of the coffee shop and announced to them, "Everybody, none of you are going to remember how this woman looked before this moment. As far as you are concerned she entered the coffee shop like this and nothing supernatural is going on. Anybody with children are going to immediately go to another coffee house and not return here. The men amongst all of you will find yourselves strongly attracted to this busty young bitch. All single women are now lesbians and anybody with a boyfriend is now bi-sexual and in a consensual open relationship. Every last one of you desires this woman, but you must only look and not touch. Don't even speak to her." Satisfied that all preliminary preparations were in place, Heidi made her way back to her place in line and decided it was time for the fun to begin, "Go!" She commanded. "in the..." the woman briefly continued the rant she had been in the middle of before the time freeze but managed to stop herself almost immediately as she suddenly felt an overwhelming rush of pity for the girl who had been the target of her rant. "I'm so sorry," she said sincerely, "I don't know what came over me." "That's okay." replied the girl. "Thank you for your apologising Madam." "Please, call me Kylie," insisted the woman, now feeling much better for making amends for her rudeness. "Thank you Kylie," smiled the girl, "My name is Shinese and I bring you coffee to table when it is ready." "Thank you Shinese," smiled back Kylie. "Now." whispered Heidi and like that both girls' faces filled with an expression that showed it was clear they both knew things had changed. Kylie looked down in shock to discover that her breasts had blown up to Goodyear proportions and that what's more, her smart dress suit had been replaced by the kind of outfit that could only be found and fetish stores. She wanted to scream and sprint out of site, but found herself just merrily walking to the most visible table in the shop and taking a seat. Shinese also was in shock at the change in the previously nightmare customer. Not only had she become much more polite but she had also grown even hotter than she had been when she came in, right before the eyes. It was like a magic genie had granted her a secret wish. She couldn't act on it during her work shift though, she would have to just try and work as normal and see how things go as the shift progresses. Heidi smiled, she knew exactly how everybody was feeling (well she had implanted it all) and it was great to see. Shinese looked so cute trying to hide her crush as she brought Kylie her coffee and most of the customers, male or female, were either stealing the odd glance at the busty maid or just full on gawking at her without even trying to hide their approval. It was a fantastic spectacle to watch. Inside Kylie's head there was nothing but an endless screaming to run and hide. She couldn't understand anything. Why had her boobs turned to mountains? Why was she dressed like a common slut? Why was sitting so that the group of girls at table seven could stare right at her pleasure zone. None of it made any sense and what made even less sense was that she could feel herself getting more and more turned on by her predicament. The more eyes she felt on her, the redder her face flushed and the redder her face flushed the hotter her cunt burned. As every painstakingly slow minute passed by, her dilemma slowly tilted away from why she couldn't run away and more towards why she couldn't see to her needs downstairs. Heidi was having a great time watching all this. The conflicting torments within Kylie made her feel warm inside and therefore she thought it only fair that Kylie also feel warm inside. "Stop!" she commanded, and once again the world froze. Heidi got up from where she had been sat and made her way over to Kylie, carefully she took a frozen hand and began to guide it towards the damp and exposed pussy below. "React," she whispered to Kylie's pussy as she slowly massaged it with Kylie's hand. She started off slow at first but built up more and more speed as Kylie's cunt got wetter and wetter. Heidi had done this many times before and knew how glorious the orgasm that would hit Kylie upon reanimation was going to be. She decided to spice things up a little though by coating the frozen girl's lips with her own desire before returning her fingers back to the wetness below. Heidi knew that the human mind goes haywire trying to piece together what cannot possibly be explained and that Kylie's mind is probably going to com up with a super fun conclusion as to why she is about to cum so violently with the taste of her own sex filling her mouth. Heidi returned to her seat, smiled and uttered the words, "Go." Almost immediately, Kylie's body buckled and twisted in pleasure. She had no idea where this sudden bolt of pleasure had come from but the facts were that she was coming faster than a tax returns deadline and the fingers were plunged deep into her pussy, much to the satisfaction of the watching table seven (and every other table for that matter). What further took her by surprise was that she could taste herself and if she was partly certain that she hadn't spent the last few minutes frigging her pussy, she was positive she hadn't felt the urge to taste herself. However there she was doing exactly what she was convinced she hadn't been doing so maybe she had done the other also. Somehow, amidst all this confusion Kylie put her fingers to her mouth and tasted the tip. It was definitely her scent she had had on her lips and the fact that she'd done it then without realising meant she must have done the same before. She didn't know what had come over her. Masturbating in public without even noticing until it was too late, tasting herself in the process. Kylie was starting to believe she had in fact worn the maid outfit out today. She felt like she was almost absent minded enough today to do such a thing without realising and she was certainly horny enough. Maybe there was nothing untoward happening at all here and it was all just her inner libido escaping for the day. In fact she remembered reading a science article about how a Japanese professor had created a ring tone sound that could increase breast size. Cell phones are buzzing off around her all the time at work, maybe she'd just had an ultra hit of that and her horny absentmindedness meant she only noticed the change this afternoon. It was all starting to make sense to her now. Heidi had once again been sitting patiently, watching Kylie intently for that telltale change of expression which told that the mind had rationalised the situation. Now that she had accepted the events so far to have been completely of her own doing, she was ready for step two. Step Two: The Proper Apology Luckily for Shinese, the events at the centre table meant that nobody had been interested in trying to order any coffee so she had been free to just stand back and watch the show like everybody else. Watching the slutty French maid cum over and over again made her ache to know what wonders Kylie could do to her own petite frame. She would have given anything to be one of those fingers plunging deep inside that wonderfully slutty pussy. Luckily for Shinese also was the fact that Step Two was going to make all of Shinese's dreams come true. Heidi had already decided that Kylie was ready and looking over towards the puppy dog eyes of the love struck Malaysian, she could tell that Shinese was ready also. Giving the crowd a few more precious seconds to enjoy the show, Heidi announced the all important command, "Stop!" once more and once again everybody was frozen in time. This next step required a little more preparation than the first, but every step was essential to the process. Firstly, she collected up six empty chairs and arranged them two deep with fronts facing each other to form a basic platform measuring around three feet wide and five feet long. Next she walked over to two of the stronger looking guys sat at one table and whispered in each of their ear's, "Until I say otherwise you will do everything I ask without question or hesitation. You will also forget any of it ever happened the moment I release you of control." She then placed a hand on each of their shoulders and said out loud, "Join.". On her command both men broke free of the time freeze and were now existing on Heidi's timeline. However they didn't have the free will to enjoy it due to Heidi's instructions and both just stood their motionless waiting for orders. "Both of you will pick up Kylie and carry her over to the chairs." ordered Heidi, "Once there you will lie her face down so that she is lying along the chairs. Then you will go back to where you were before I called you." As per their instructions both men robotically walked over to Kylie and positioned her over on the chairs as asked. Task completed, they then returned to their original positions where Heidi placed her hands on them once more, called out the word, "Leave," and once more both men were frozen in time, never to know the part they played in the changing of young Kylie. As for Heidi, now that Kylie was properly in place she could do her work. Taking three sets of handcuff from her bag, she first cuffed Kylie's wrists and ankles together before using the third set to bind the first to sets of cuffs to each other to form a sort of chain hogtie. Next she took a few lengths of rope and proceeded to wrap them around the chairs, making sure to weave underneath the cuffs so to secure Kylies wrists and ankles in the centre of the chair platform to prevent her from rolling off centre. The bonds now secure, Heidi's next step was to produce a couple of toys form her bag. The first three were small one inch vibrator which, with the aid of some tape, were fasten over both Kylie's nipples as well as her clit. Just for giggles, she decided to set each to a low speed already so that Kylie's body could warm up a little while Heidi was busy adding the finishing touches which came in the form of two black vibrators. A small one for the ass, and a thick one for the maid's special place. With the aid of generous amounts of lube (both from a tube and of the natural variety), both devices slid in nicely and after switching these both on to a low setting also in order to keep everywhere constant, Kylie was ready and all that was left was to prepare Shinese. Leaving Kylie to bubble away nicely, Heidi made her way over to the frozen Malaysian. Thinking back to how hungrily Shinese had watched Kylie shame herself, she didn't believe any suggestions were going to be necessary at this point. However she had to be thorough, nothing could be left to change this far into the procedure. Thus she bent don't and whispered into the coffee girl's ear, "You haven't forgotten what she said to you earlier. Sure you accepted her apology, but she heads to do better than that, much better. You want her to bow down to you, to worship you, to treat you like a queen. Well now is your chance. When you unfreeze you are going to jump at the opportunity I give you without hesitation or regret. It will be like Christmas has come early and it's time for your special present." Heidi then placed her hands an Shinese's shoulders and said, "Join." Shinese blinked widely a few times as she tried to take in her environment. With the exception of the strange lady in front of her, everybody was frozen in place and on top of that, Kylie had teleported across the coffeehouse and straight into what was a most delicious looking pickle. "What's going on?" she asked, unable to really understand what was happening at all. "We've frozen time." replied Heidi smiling. "How that bitch treated you earlier was a disgrace and you deserve a proper apology for it. So we are going to play with her, frozen in time, until our hearts are content. What do you say." Shinese's eyes beamed wide with delight. "You promise?" "I promise." confirmed Heidi, "she will be all yours until we've tired her out." "That makes my day so happy." her excitement practically bursting over. "Well then, let's go play." said Heidi. The two girls then walked over to the buzzing Kylie and Heidi bent down to whisper the maid her instructions. "You will not struggle too hard to get free. You will only speak when spoken to. You accept one hundred percent that the only way free of your bonds is through me releasing you and that I will only release you once you have done as we demand. You will also find that the more you eat Shinese's pussy, the hornier and sluttier you will become and the more you will enjoy it. The first lick though will be undertaken at your own free will." she added one final all important disclaimer, "You will also not connect this event to the previous. You will still believe that the outfit, the masturbation and the breast growth was all down to you somehow." Whilst Heidi had been giving instructions Shinese had been busily changing out of her clothes and into a cute little matching pair of pink bra and panties and ran happily to stand by Kylie's frozen head (the chairs were the perfect height for what she had in mind). Seeing that Shinese was ready and that her own instructions were loaded, it was time for the fun to begin and so Heidi placed her hand on Kylie's head, announced the word, "Join," and Kylie was now unfrozen and into the same timeframe as Heidi and Shinese, albeit still unable to move anywhere. The recently unfrozen girl instinctively tried to fight against her bonds but soon realised it was an impossible battle. She then tried to scream but that was a lost cause also. She had no idea what had just happened to her, one minute she was happily playing with herself at her table and now she was bound and helpless before two women with the most wonderful sensations beginning to build up all over her body. She was far too drunk on orgasm to know exactly what pleasure was happening where but she was still of enough sound mind to know she was a prisoner and in need of escape. She looked up to see the pretty Asian coffee girl smiling down at her over her lacy pink panties before the second, unknown woman began to speak to her. "This is what you get for being mean Kylie." lectured Heidi, "You had this poor girl close to tears and all she wanted to do was to serve you the best she could. Well as an apology, I decided the best thing was for you to serve her the best you can instead." she looked over to Shinese, "Shinese, if you will." Shinese squealed excitedly before pulling the panties down to reveal a neat trimmed pussy, ready and waiting for service. Heidi continued, "You will remain our prisoner until you have fully satisfied Shinese's needs. We won't force you to do anything, but trust me, there is no escape until you show her how sorry you truly are. Do you understand?" Kylie felt her vocal chords loosen and she was finally able to speak, "What have you done to me?" Coffee Break "I'm just here to teach you a lesson Kylie. Now answer me again, do you know what you have to do?" Kylie's body was tingling all over and she knew she was bound in tight. She couldn't just roll over though, "You can't make me do anything." she hissed defiantly. "Oh but I can," smiled Heidi, "The whole world is frozen, the only person with the power to release you is me and the longer you wait to obey, the more apologising I will expect you to do." Heidi motioned to Shinese to move in closer to the point that Kylie's nose was almost buried inside her cunt. With the smell of sex filling her nostrils and the feel of sex filling her ass and pussy, the helplessness of her situation sinking in. Kylie wanted to fight, but what could she do? The bonds were impossible to escape from and her captor's mind was not for changing. She had to do what the woman wanted. Kylie closed her eyes and aimed a hesitant tongue in Shinese's direction who upon seeing that Kylie was ready to play, grabbed her head and slowly guided it in the right direction. Kylie's tongue was slow and nervous at first, trying to explore a world that was unlike anywhere it had ever been before. However the more she licked, nibbled and tasted Shinese, the better it began to feel (and it wasn't just because Heidi had turned all the speed settings up to medium). Within minutes, both girls were embracing the deliciousness of the experience. Kylie's body felt like it was on fire while Shinese was also starting to feel her body shiver in pleasure at the effects of Kylie's tongue becoming hungrier and hungrier at every waking moment. Suddenly, the hands gripping the back of Kylie's pulled in tight as Shinese sought to maximise the climax that began to rip through her, Kylie also found herself being assaulted with pleasure through the feel of Shinese's quivering body on her own lapping tongue. Both girls were soon screaming in ecstasy, Shinese out loud for all (well Heidi) to hear and Kylie, muffled deep in her lover's sex. Heidi watched with a smile on her face. Everything was coming together nicely. Kylie had been very quick to give in to her commands, both girls were exceptionally responsive to their first lesbian experiences and they were already so in sync with each other sexually that they achieved simultaneous orgasm at the first attempt. The next few hours progressed with Kylie, still bound, pleasuring Shinese over and over again. Each time culminated with wilder and wilder orgasms by both parties as they were slowly entwined into the soul of the other. By the time Heidi decided to freeze time for the final step, the two girls were cumming as one, as if they were one mind sharing two bodies. "Stop!" commanded Heidi, as Kylie and Shinese finished riding the wave of the latest orgasm. Heidi couldn't help but take a moment to take in the priceless expression on Shinese's face, frozen in a gaze of pure nirvana. However, she still had work to do, it was time for step three. Step Three: Rehabilitation Now that Kylie had been suitably punished for her treatment of Shinese and had also apologised fully, it was now time for her to be prepared for her new life. Her mind had already accepted that it enjoyed wearing the sexy clothes showing herself off and now it had learnt that there was no better feeling in the world than being at the mercy of her lover. All that was left was to ensure the happily ever after. Heidi bent don't to whisper her final instructions for the bound girl. "When time resumes, you will realise that you have never been so purely happy and contented as you were between the legs of your new goddess, Shinese. You live for her, breath for her, you would even die for her if you had to. "When I unfreeze you, you will sit patiently at your table waiting for Shinese to finish her shift. At that point you will become hers and hers alone, to love, worship and pleasure. Everything you own will become hers and everything you do will be done to please her unconditionally." Her instructions finished, Heidi stood up straight and began to whisper Shinese her instructions, "Shinese, When time resumes you will realise that the last few hours with Kylie was the happiest you have ever been. You have waited your whole life to find somebody to adore you like you deserve to be adored and now you have found her. "When I unfreeze you, you will go back to work as normal and finish your shift. When your shift is over, Kylie will become yours and yours alone. She will worship you and be prepared to do absolutely anything for you and you will truly love her for that. You will be her mistress for ever more, and you will treat her like what she is: the most special thing in your entire life. You will never abuse her, never abandon her, never betray her. You will live happily ever after." Instructions given, Heidi (with the help of her two amnesia ridden male helpers once more) put everything (and everyone) back as it had been before with Shinese standing behind the counter in her coffee house uniform and Kylie sat at her table waiting for Shinese to finish. All that was left, was to instruct the rest of the frozen customers to forget anything had ever happened here as soon as they left the premises and then to make her leave before restarting time for everybody. Heidi never did get the coffee she had been hoping for, but instead she got something better, the warm feeling that comes from knowing there was one less bitch and two more blissfully happy people in the world today. Coffee Break The lightning was constant. Long streaks of white electricity streaking sideways, splitting the night sky in two. It was both mesmerizing and frightening at the same time. The crackle of the thunder, muted by the thick office windows. Not my usual shift, but I was doing a favour for a co-worker, and my midnight coffee break was looming. I kept one eye on the clock as my fingers flew over the keyboard, finishing up my work early, I eyed the novel laying on my desk. The picture on the cover was more than a little provocative, and I found myself hoping that the words would be as stimulating as the cover. The title, "Whatever He Desires" was making my head spin with erotic thoughts. I hit the save key and leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for just a moment and imagining what 'his desires' might be. A fleeting glimpse on my closed lids of a naked torso, strong shoulders and dark unruly hair...sigh! Pulling in a breath I leaned forward in my chair and opened my eyes. To darkness, utter and complete inky blackness. Blinking several times and wondering if maybe I had fallen asleep at my desk, I gasped out loud as the lightning lit the interior of the office, just briefly and as it winked to darkness again, I realized that there had been an image imprinted on my eyes. Shaking my head and giving a nervous giggle out loud, I realized that the storm must have knocked out the power. My brain playing tricks on me, imagining a tall dark stranger, leaving its traces on my memory. Fumbling on the desk, trying to find my cell phone, which would at least give me a little light to see by, and maybe even to read by. The flare of the storm, once again lighting the room, and ohhhhhhhhh. There was someone here with me, and he seemed closer than the last flash. "Hello, who is that?" my voice quivering with a tinge of fear. Just the snap of thunder answered my question. I held my breath, waiting, listening and then ... flash! Closer still, his body illuminated, features obscured by shadow. As my trembling fingers finally found the phone, and fumbled to light up the screen, another flash. No one there. I must be a bundle of nerves, sighing aloud, I finally found the right button, lighting a small square on my desk. Just the presence of that 6 inch square making me more comfortable, I reached for the book, intent on reading at least a few sentences. A soft whisper of breath, hot on my neck, an inhaled scent of not just the sharp smell of the electricity in the air, but of something baser, more primitive even than the crisp ozone. My hand stopped, no longer worried about the book, no longer even hearing the raging storm outside. My entire being attuned to the scent of the stranger, the even sound of his breath, and the tingle on my neck where his warm exhalations caressed. I was rigid, not daring to breathe as I felt him lean on the back of my chair, pushing me gently but firmly forward until I was trapped between the chair and the desk. Lips brushed my neck, right at the junction of neck and shoulder, soft, wet and hot. My held breath burst forth with an audible hiss, over clenched teeth. Firm hands reached forward and held my wrists, pinioned to the arms of the chair, and his lips traced fiery paths up and over to the nape of my neck. My breathing became ragged, my thighs parting as I realized that my body was becoming aroused, responding to the touch of this stranger in the night. An anguished moan spilled over my quivering lips, dropped into the darkness of the room, punctuated with a fresh flash of lightning. A soft growl in my ear, as teeth gently nibbled, his fingers reaching for my hands and curling my fingers over the arms of the chair, a whispered, "Don't move." shocked me, made me tighten my grip on the arms. His hands, now free to travel my body, caressing my shoulders, slipping beneath my shirt, sliding down over my heaving breasts, almost to my nipples. My aching and tingling, throbbing with desire nipples. My back arched forward, pushing the soft swell of my fevered flesh into his hands. His teeth teasing at my ear lobe, tongue tracing small circles, before lowering to my neck, nibbling as the tingling intensified. Lightning flashed again, as his teeth sunk into my neck, his fingers finally finding my nipples, pinching between his thumb and fingers, rolling the hard buttons. My hands gripping the arms of the chair, the moistness of my pussy, the scent rising on the heat of my arousal, mingling with his earthy maleness, the tang of electricity and as the thunder crashed, my scream tore through the office. My body was riddled with sensation, as streak after streak of chain lightning coloured the room in brilliant white. The crashing of the thunder, no match for the pounding of my heart. His teeth finally loosening from the flesh of my neck, his hands pulling back, away from my breasts, my anguished groan as my body was denied his touch. My chair was pulled backwards, leaving me limp and panting, needing more, pouty lips suddenly covered by his, strong and demanding, his tongue forcing its way inside my mouth, to probe and seek mine. A dance of desire, molten heat rising, bringing the distinct smell of my need. His lips tearing themselves from mine as the lightning flashes, illuminating him in silhouette, his features still a mystery. He propels me to the window, the darkness so complete that it is with a shocked gasp, I feel the coolness of the pane in front of me. His hands guide mine, so that I am braced against the coolness of the glass, the flashing of the storm, the streaking of electricity, almost illuminating him, almost revealing his features in the mirrored effect of the window. His hands travelled over my back, and I arched forward, nipples scraping the window, hard pebbles delighting in the coolness, swelling as I was pressed tight to the glass. His hands catching at the waistband of my skirt, pushing it down over my hips. Panties soon followed my skirt, leaving me utterly exposed, spread, feeling the weight of the juices pushing my swollen lips apart. My hips gyrating, little circles as I whimpered too afraid to speak, not wanting this to stop. The racing of my heart, as his hand snaked between my legs, teasing the edges of my pussy lips, I felt them draping open, wider, the molten liquid searing as it oozed from my convulsing slit. Just the thought of this man touching me, exploring my body, having his way, made me bite my bottom lip, almost inducing an orgasm on the spot. His hand tangles in my hair, he pulls my head back and covers my mouth with his, kissing me, bruising my lips, tongue deep in my mouth. His hand finally pushing past the outer petals, delving into the heated pink interior, opening my pussy, pressing inside me. My vaginal muscles clamping down, releasing then clamping tight, trying to pull his fingers inside. My hips rocking as my clit swells, throbs, pulses with a life and desire of its own. My hands on the smooth glass, braced as the sound of a zipper penetrates my brain, causing me to shiver, a shudder of desire making my body seem to writhe on his hand, his mouth still crushed to mine. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, his hard, hot cock teasingly rub up and down my ass crack. My whimpers muffled by his mouth, my fingers curling on the glass, nipples pressing, rubbing as I try to beg, "Please..." my words just a mumble as those kisses consume me. An arm wrapped around my waist, almost lifting me off the floor, toes barely touching as he eased his cock into place. It nudged at the opening to the centre of my desires. And with a smooth forward motion of his hips, coupled with the pulling back of his hand around my waist, I was filled with throbbing manhood. The motion of his cock, slowly fucking my tight sheath, the rain sheeting on the glass, briefly illuminated time and again, and the thunderous pounding of my heart, louder than the forceful crashing of each clap of thunder, culminating in the strongest orgasm. The sound of my scream, my head tossed back, the howl of ecstasy echoing in the room. As the lightning flashes, his seed shoots from his head as it tunnels deeper into my convulsing pussy, hot and thick, painting my pink walls with white ropy streamers. Collapsed against the glass, thankful for the coolness of the smooth window, gasping in shallow breaths, willing my lungs to fill, his teeth descend once more, tearing into my shoulder, marking me, a reminder of the force of man and the wonder of the raging storm outside. Coffee Break She called him at the office. "Meet me at the coffee house in 15," she ordered sweetly, then hung up the phone. He held his phone in his hand for a moment before placing it back on his desk. It was two o'clock and his coworkers were still in their after-lunch lull. "How about some coffee on me?" He offered, precipitating his escape. Henry got on the elevator, pressing the L button harder than necessary. His hand tapped a nervous rhythm against his pant leg. He was alone in the elevator but felt like he was being watched. His anxiety built up as the elevator descended from the twentieth floor. The doors opened upon the lobby and he was temporarily blinded by the sunshine streaming through tall glass windows. It felt more reassuring than the fluorescence of the elevator, providing him a momentary burst of courage. Henry walked hastily to the coffee shop down the street. It had opened a month ago and quickly became a favorite. The seating area was populated with plush leather chairs and dark wooden tables with rustic iron legs. The countertop was a beautiful slab of hardwood and, combined with the dim lighting, provided a cozy ambiance to the shop. The details extended to the bathrooms where a large mirror in an ornate wooden frame hung above the sink and countertop, complemented by the roughly hewn iron sconces on the wall. He spied Elena sitting in the chair closest to the women's bathroom. Her legs were crossed tightly, her hand fiddling with the hem of her skirt. Henry knew she was already wet from the idea of what they were doing. He'd seen her cross her legs that way, thinking it would help her control her desires, the attempt at feigned chastity lost. She glanced up as he walked by, signaling that the bathroom was unoccupied with a nod. He walked into the women's bathroom briskly, hoping no one had noticed, trying to release the remaining anxiety. A moment later, she entered and locked the door behind her. Henry pressed Elena up against the locked door, forcefully kissing her. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Her panties followed. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and freed his erection from his boxers. They each stepped out of the clothes gathered at their ankles, kicking them to the side without breaking their embrace. They'd perfected that move after months of harried after-work sex, neither wanting to stop long enough to get properly undressed. Elena massaged Henry's balls in her hands as his mouth traveled to her neck, leaving a warm trail of kisses. He nibbled on her shoulder as he quickly undid the buttons on her blouse and allowed his mouth to wander to the tops of her breasts. Elena enjoyed being pressed up against the hard wooden door as she felt Henry's tongue trail along her breasts. His hands pulled her bra down and he lowered his mouth to her nipple, gently biting one then the other She stroked his dick, wanting to feel more of it. She pushed against him and turned, forcing him up against the door. Elena crouched down and took the head of his dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip as she ran her nails down his inner thigh. He moaned with pleasure, leaning back on the door, as she took each of his balls in her mouth while stroking his shaft. Elena had a double motive. The mid-day quickie was incentive of its own, however she wanted Henry to agree to have sex in public places more often. It had taken weeks to convince him that they wouldn't get caught in the coffee shop and she wanted to make sure it would be so exciting she could suggest a fitting room or park rendezvous next. She knew all the little things he enjoyed and planned to put as many into action as she could. She took his dick in his mouth, teasing him with her tongue, as he grabbed her hair in encouragement. His moans were getting closer together and she knew he was enjoying the possibility of getting caught. Elena worked her mouth up and down Henry's length, tightening her lips around his dick, then slowed down, sucking hard on the head of his cock, causing him to gasp audibly. She squeezed his balls, let his dick fall from her mouth, and stood up. She looked him in the eye, then walked over to the sink. She watched him follow her, saw him stare at her ass as he came toward her. He reached around her and began fingering her clit as he watched her reaction in the mirror. He grabbed her throat and lifted her head until their eyes met. Elena smiled, she ground her ass up against him as he increased the pressure on her clitoris. Elena was excited to finally be seeing this fantasy into fruition and Henry was not disappointing. She could feel his hardness behind her, longed to feel it within her. Henry relieved the pressure on her clit and penetrated her with two fingers as his dick rubbed between her round ass cheeks. Elena was so wet, they slid in easily. He bit her neck and removed his fingers. Henry drove his dick into her, causing her to push back with her hips. He grabbed them, thrusting as deep as he could into her wetness. Elena's excitement was turning Henry on even more. He felt foolish for having waited so long to acquiesce. Besides, he should've known she was going to get her way somehow. Henry's hand traveled up Elena's body, feeling the curve of her waist, her ribcage, and over her breast. His other hand returned to her clit, eliciting a loud moan. He looked in the mirror, she was biting her lip, attempting to remain quiet. Her eyes begged him to continue. He pinched her nipple hard and watched as she opened her mouth in surprise. Henry let go of her breast and raised Elena's right knee onto the counter. She stuck her ass out further to balance herself. He grabbed her hips as he watched his dick entering her from behind. He didn't know how much longer he was going to last with such stimulation. Henry pulled out, turned around, and got down on his knees, the back of his head leaning against the edge of the countertop, his hands separating Elena's pussy lips. His tongue flicked at her clit. Elena gasped. She loved the way Henry ate pussy. He teased her, circling around her clit and then sucking it entirely into his mouth, increasing the speed of undulations. He let his tongue slip into her pussy, exploring her inner contours as she was squirmed against his face. He slipped two fingers into her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth so hard Elena yelped, pressing her pussy harder against his mouth. Henry pulled his fingers out and ran them down Elena's inner thigh, leaving a trail of her wetness. He blew on it, causing her shiver. Henry stood up, kissing and biting up Elena's back, his hands on either side of her body. Henry turned Elena around. Her arms continued to brace her against the countertop. He picked up her legs, which she instinctively wrapped around him as he began to thrust relentlessly into her pussy. He held her hips, maintaining their forceful tempo. He was ready to come and he wanted to watch her as he did. "Oh my god," Elena muttered under her breath. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as Henry took it all in: the curve of her body away from the countertop, the motion of her breasts, the arch of her back reflected in the mirror. Henry picked her up and Elena wrapped her arms around his neck as he continued to drive his dick into her. He bounced her up and down his length as Elena grew louder. He knew this was a position she often fantasized about. "Aye, aye, oh my god," she repeated, "fuck," she whimpered. Henry pulled her down hard on his dick as he climaxed, sending her over the edge. "Fuck!" she yelled. Elena always had a problem staying quiet. Henry carried her over to the sink, sitting her back down on the countertop. He kissed her passionately, his arms around her back, pulling her into him. She kept her legs wrapped around him as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. "Mmm," she moaned as he pulled away. "Promise we can do that again." Henry had no problem agreeing. Coffee Break I suspect many will disagree with how I categorized this story. I don't feel it fits well into any of the categories perfectly. The sex depicted is hetero and everyone is over 18. LarryInSeattle bears the burden of dealing with my mistakes. Give him a hand and let me know, politely please, what works and what doesn't. I hope you enjoy the story. ============== As the elevator's strangely sexy robotic voice intoned the passing floors, I tried hard not to get my hopes up. She wasn't there every day, not even most days. She might not even be working today. Or maybe, facing a meeting deadline, she was still at her desk, foregoing her morning break. I hadn't seen her yesterday. It wasn't impossible to imagine that I'd never see her again. People move, take new jobs, or change their habits, nothing is constant. The ever helpful elevator announced we had reached the mezzanine and that she (the elevator had a female voice) was "going down". The bitch is a tease. I joined the crush of bodies exiting the elevator. Like some primordial slime mold, we split into three tendrils. Some headed for the part of the plaza reserved for the smokers in the building. Another group arced toward the bakery, which my scale had been telling me to avoid, and the largest, the tendril of bodies I moved with, headed toward Starbucks. My heart, already pounding, kicked up a notch. She was in the line waiting for her coffee, or chia or whatever it was she drank. The Starbucks was well acquainted with the mass of caffeine freaks that surged out of the elevators this time of day. They were staffed and ready. Many of us, longtime regulars, had our drinks waiting. I quickly made it up to the counter, touched my phone to the credit card reader, and was rewarded with my small dark-chocolate-skim-mocha-no-whip. I knew where she sat. The tables were strangely unoccupied, despite the throngs of people who a short time earlier had crowded the area. The majority returned to their offices, to sip and browse or sip and work at their desks. She did not. She always walked around to the left, to a narrow curved tail of the mezzanine that overlooked the atrium and only had room for two tables. There were plenty of open tables but my brain was on fire. I had considered approaching her since I first spotted her weeks ago but more recently my interest and courage had been sparked enough for me to take action. I ought to pause for a moment and make something perfectly clear. I'm not a stalker. I had certainly noticed her. I was certainly interested in her. And I had recently decided to make my interest known but if rebuffed, that would be the end of it. Oh, no doubt she'd linger in memory and fantasies but I would not push it. I would offer but I would not pursue. "Hi, mind if I join you?" I asked but taking a seat before she had time to reply. She looked more startled than annoyed. I took that as a good sign. "You work at Massey?" Massey, a title company, was the primary occupant of the floor she exited the elevator on. "Huh? Um, no. Peabody's," she replied. Her face remained free of irritation, not at all the look mine would have shown if a stranger plopped their ass down at my table in a mostly empty room. Peabody's was a small independent publisher that had to be a pet project of someone with a lot of money. There was no way they made enough in publishing to cover the rent, much less employees. "Cool. You a writer?" "No. Copy editor." The spark that lead to me sitting here occurred earlier in the week. I was behind her at Starbucks. She had an e-reader in hand. I wasn't trying to be nosy but I found myself reading over her shoulder. She was reading a smut novel. Torrid prose, lots of sighs and moans, the type of book my mother called "bodice rippers". My mom had had a stack of them that she would never let me read. I was amused that a woman who turned up her nose at a French kiss on one of her soap operas enjoyed reading smutty romance novels. As my eyes skimmed the page I realized whatever Ms. 10th Floor was reading, it was a step beyond a romance novel. My eyes hopped from "cock" and "thrusting manhood" to "pussy". This was straight-up porn. "Peabody's is a publisher, right?" I asked after taking a sip of my mocha. She had already turned to continue staring out over the atrium and contented herself with a nod of the head. "You like working there?" She shrugged. Her hair was a deep red. The light streaming into the atrium seem to get caught in it, making it glow. Her skin was fair, as you would guess with a red-head. She was one of the lucky ones, however because, other than a pinch of freckles sprinkled across her nose, her pale skin was flawless. Half of her face was in sunlight, half in shadow. The eye in the sunlight sparkled blue with flares of fire spaced around the iris. The shadowed eye appeared subdued by comparison. Her eyes peered out at the world from behind old-fashioned cat eye red framed glasses. The red was a darker hue than her hair. Her eyes were such a bright blue, if not for the glasses, I would have assumed she wore colored contacts. Her lips were full and unadorned with gloss or lipstick. They fit her face and nose. Her lips were neither pursed nor opened. She did not lick at them nervously. They just rested there, beneath her nose, waiting for their next assignment. Her nose had the teeniest little uptick at the tip that kept it from appearing severe. The red hair was coiled in a tight bun at the back of her neck, as it had been every day I had seen her over the past few months. If I were a casting director looking for a woman to play the secretly hot chick underneath the librarian exterior, I would sign this gal on the spot. It was that juxtaposition of staid and hot that had first caught my attention. Later, it was her self-contained air. She moved as if she was unaffected by the world around her. I found that fascinating and the urge to pierce that containment was irresistible. Her attire fit with the hair and glasses, understated, professional, not flashy but not dowdy. Her blouse was a simple silk top she wore over a camisole that rendered her bra invisible. Her breasts appeared to be average, the blouse being high enough that it was impossible to assess her cleavage. A simple pencil skirt and fashionable low-heeled pumps completed the outfit. The only hint of flash came from the pale rose stockings and their subtle floral pattern. My attire, on the other hand, flirted with inappropriate for the office. If not for the fact that I ran my own company, it would be inappropriate. I'd fire anyone else for dressing as I was. That I would parade myself around my employees in such a fashion was a measure of how deeply smitten I was by this young woman. I had spent a great deal of time in my closet that morning, regarding and then discarding most of my wardrobe. I had settled for a top that was loose rather than tight. I wanted it loose enough that when I leaned toward her, she could see not only my breasts resting in a frilly black open cup bra, but my exposed nipples. The blouse, while not sheer, did not completely hide my naked nipples, even without leaning. My skirt? Now that was skin tight leather, too tight to mar with lines from a garter or thong. I wore stockings but they were hold ups that didn't need a garter. They were black fishnet with a rose stem and thorn pattern up the sides, total slutville. As were my shoes, stiletto heels my husband referred to as "fuck me pumps". Sandra, my receptionist, had nearly snorted coffee out her nose when I walked into the office that morning. I said "good morning" as if I always dressed like a top-notch hooker for work. Sandra was cute. She didn't fascinate me as my Starbucks friend did but she was cute enough to have starred in more than one fantasy. I've been flirting with the idea of offering gym memberships to my small, hard-working, staff. I would love to see Sandra nude, hair wet, water cascading over breasts that are no doubt still youthfully pert. I suppressed a smile until I was past her desk, hoping against hope that she was watching my ass move under the leather of my skirt. The leather had been a difficult choice. Another material would have been more revealing but I wasn't planning on wearing panties. I chose the leather hoping it would be less likely to reveal my wetness, should the morning develop as planned. As I sat there, staring at the side of her face, it was clear to me I had made the right choice. Whether she told me to "fuck off" or simply got up and walked away, my cunt was already soaking. After shrugging away my question, she had remained quiet. Her face betrayed nothing. I took a breath and plunged in. "You wouldn't believe the morning I've had," I began as I rested my elbows on the table, staring at her over the top of my mocha. "Morning hell, what a week. I think it's the heat. Did you grow up here?" I didn't wait for an answer. "I can't remember it being this hot this early in the summer before. My husband and I are refurbishing an old house, out on East Snell. It's a gorgeous old Queen Anne but right now it is more old than gorgeous. Sometimes I don't think we'll ever be done. It's one thing after another. And my husband, like most men, insists everything has to be perfect. The original switches were push-buttons so we have to have up-to-code-modern switches that look like turn-of-the-century brass plate push-button switches. He wants the lamps to have the old butterfly switches. Ever seen one? You rotate it and it makes a loud click and voila, light. Anyway, the work drags on and on. "Of course the place doesn't have central air. We still haven't figured out how to do that without destroying the ambience of the place. It's not too early to think about it, though. Now's the time to get the duct work done. At the moment, we're trying to avoid heat stroke by keeping all the windows that will open, open and running fans everywhere. Nights are the worst. Even after the sun sets the air seems heavy with heat. You're so tired your eyes burn but you lie there, sweating and unable to sleep." I could see her eyes beginning to glaze over and decided it was time to grab her attention. I set my mocha down and leaned across the table, pressing my breasts together with my arms to make sure my top fell forward. Then, even a casual glance on her part would have her gazing at my nipples. I could feel them crinkle and perk up at the thought. "We sleep in the nude," I told her in a conspiratorial whisper, as I had hoped that got her attention. Her eyes jerked to my face, down, up, and down. A faint blush of rose touched her cheek before she returned her gaze to the atrium windows. "Even then it's so hot but oh my God, is it heavenly when you roll over and your hot wet skin is kissed by the breeze from the fan?" I giggled, convincingly I thought, and dropping my voice even lower added, "If I turn slightly and bend my knees up, the fan will, for a moment in its oscillations, blow air right over my pussy. I have to tell you, I forget about needing to sleep and start to get horny. "The breeze wafts over my pussy, over my belly and then across my breasts. Lord, how it makes my nipples ache. I just adore having my nipples played with and once I start thinking about it, I almost have to play with them." I giggled again and glanced around. "Although, playing with my nipples here would be a bit forward wouldn't it? I didn't have that worry this morning. I wet the index finger on each hand and rub them around my nipples and stop, forcing myself to wait, listening to that old fan creaking its way to one side and then waiting, aching for it to kiss my nipples. I imagine you can appreciate what sweet torture those few seconds of anticipation became. "My whole body breaks out into goose bumps when the breeze touches my nipples. I can't stand it very long. I start to pinch and roll them between my thumb and fingers. Then tug at them, really tug and pinch them as I let the first touch of the breeze on the outside of my leg I let them go, let the singing throbbing nubs feel the cool breeze. By the time I start pulling one breast after another up to my mouth, my pussy is soaking wet. I can feel the sheet under my ass getting wet. "I start to rub my clit, wondering if it's worth the trouble of getting up and getting my little joy button. That's what I call it anyway. It's tiny. You don't put in inside your cunt, you just touch it to your clit. Sometimes I use it and a dildo. I think a clit orgasm is different when it's just your clit compared to your clit and a big old cock or dildo in your snatch, don't you?" I didn't expect an answer and I didn't get one. She continued to stare across the atrium but her eyes darted to my face and to my chest more and more frequently. I giggled again, trusting I'd know when I risked over doing it. Bra, camisole and top combined couldn't hide the fact her nipples were hard. I was careful not to stare. "I can't believe I'm telling you this but shoot, I need to tell someone and I can't very well tell someone in my office can I? This morning, I decided to settle for a couple fingers in my snatch while I rubbed my clit. You see the problem though, right? With both hands busy I can't suck on my titties. I had almost given up, was almost ready to roll out of bed and get the damn dildo out of the drawer when I happened to glance at my husband. I guess maybe I was trying to gauge the risk of waking him. He seemed dead to the world. Thank God he's not a snorer. "He was asleep but oh my Lord, his cock was not. It was jutting out over his belly like a springboard. I wish I'd brought my phone. You should see that man's cock. Jesus, how he ended up in finance and not doing porn is beyond me. I know you know how men lie. A ten-inch cock is a rare thing, even porn stars are usually around eight inches. But honey, I'm not a man and I'm not lying. His cock is eight and a half inches of the most beautiful hunk of man I personally have ever seen. It's an ur-cock; a damn idealized Greek vision of a cock. Well not really, did you know the reason all that Greek pottery from antiquity shows men with little baby dinkies is because the ancient Greeks thought a big cock was a mark of a barbarian, not a civilized man? No wonder they were always banging boys instead of their wives. Anyway, if the Greeks had applied their ideas of proportionality to cocks, my husband's is ideal. It's not so fat, it doesn't look like a fireplug. It's not so long that it looks like some sort of living lawn dart. No, I'm sure his cock length to cock circumference ratio describes a Golden Ratio of perfect cockhood. "I don't know what he was dreaming about but he was rock hard. He's not cut and his foreskin wasn't pulled back all the way but even so, I could see his helmet was slick with precum. It had collected under the foreskin and was just beginning to gather into a large enough drop to fall to his belly. I looked at him closely then. 'Is he messing with me?' I wondered. Was he asleep or had he been spying on me playing with my nipples? He sure had one hell of a beautiful erection going for a dream. "I studied him and studied. I have to tell you, he was asleep. I'm sure of it, sure of his breathing, sure of the looseness around his mouth, the way his head was rolled to one side. He was asleep. Asleep with a throbbing, wet cock and there I lay with an aching pussy begging to be stuffed full of something hard." I took a sip of my mocha. I sat the cup down and casually began to massage one of my nipples through my blouse. Her eyes were no longer looking over the atrium. Her face was turned that way but her eyes followed the movement of my fingers as they plucked at my nipple through the thin fabric. "I just had to taste him. We were both hot and sweaty but I wasn't worried. I like a man who smells like a man. I'm not talking about rank BO, just the heavy musk of man's crotch." As I spoke, I slipped my fingers inside my blouse. I could feel air on my nipple and new it was exposed, not only to my taunting fingers but to my companion's hungry gaze. "I didn't care if I woke him up but I hoped I wouldn't. I rolled to my knees and leaned over his belly. I had to turn my head to the side to get his cock in my mouth. I guess some women would think I'm not independent enough or feminist enough but I love sucking cock. I don't mind the taste of cum and, like I said, I love the smell of a man. My husband isn't into shaving his junk. His pubes are a mass of think black curls that capture his pheromones and holds them there just to get my motor racing. "I ran my tongue under his foreskin, greedy for his precum, and then deep throated him, or almost anyway. Even after five years of practice, I can't get the whole thing down without choking. I love sucking his cock but that wasn't what I needed. I needed his cock in my cunt. End of story." I smile inwardly as my companion wiggled in her chair. I moved my fingers to my other nipple. "I straddled him, still trying not to wake him, wondering if my oral ministrations had woke him. If so, he was playing possum. As I straddled him, I grabbed that gorgeous hunk of cock and rubbed it around my clit. I could have got off just doing that but I needed more. I angled his cock upward, rubbed my slit over it a couple of times and then impaled myself on it. "Oh my God, the feel of cock stretching my cunt is almost as good as an orgasm. I just sat there, all my weight on his thighs, letting his cock press against me, press against my cervix. I began to move my hips in circles. I swear I could feel his cock slide along the outside rim of my cervix. I pushed against him as hard as I could, moaning in frustration. He was big but I wanted more. I want to feel his cock pressing against my fucking bellybutton. "I used one hand to bring a tit to my mouth and began to tongue and nip at my nipple. My other hand was slapping my clit. I'd stop and give a few fast jittery rubs and then go back to slapping it as I started to ride my man's cock. I forced myself to be careful. I didn't want his cock to slip out, didn't want to have to let go of my tit or my clit to re-insert him. "The whole time he laid perfectly still. I can't believe he could still be asleep, not the way I was bouncing up and down on him, moaning like a crazy woman, completely forgetting all the windows were open and any neighbor, if awake and with an open window, could probably hear me. I moaned. I groaned. I panted "oh fuck" and "oh yeah" and "oh God". You know the usual. I wasn't trying to be quiet. "I could feel myself getting close. I started smacking my clit hard enough to really make it sing. As I felt my orgasm begin to rip its way through my guts, I bit down on my nipple to keep from screaming. My pussy clenched and I slammed my ass down on Mark's thighs and started to writhe. As I did, Mark's cock erupted. I could feel my cunt swell with the force of his orgasm and then clinch, sending a gush of hot jizz out of my pussy and down his cock to cover his pubic hair in pussy juice and cum. "My orgasm kept ricocheting inside me. Instead of fading, it kept growing, amplifying. I jerked off him and slid down his legs. I shoved the fingers of my right hand into my pussy and began to push my cervix back and forth, as if somehow I could unclog it or something and let my orgasm escape. Then I did something I rarely do after Mark has been fucking me. I gobbled up his slick cock and shoved it down my throat, one hand still digging inside my cunt. I choked but didn't stop. I didn't puke either. I pushed and something relaxed in my throat and I had him, finally had all of him. I bobbed my head in time to the rhythm of the fingers in my pussy. I felt like my orgasm was ripping me apart. I was almost sobbing around his cock. He filled my mouth. He'd never cum twice like that, not even getting soft inside before cumming again. Somehow that did the trick. All the ricocheting waves of my orgasm met in the center of my body and exploded out of me. Coffee Break "Despite living in Portland, I don't believe in auras and all that nonsense but something lit up that room or maybe I had a seizure or something, because as my orgasm exploded out of me, the room became light enough you could have read a book. "I jerked my fingers out of my cunt and squeezed my clit between two fingers. It felt like it really might explode. I became aware I was shouting, really shouting "Holy Fuck" at the top of my voice as I collapsed onto Mark's chest. He just lay there, acting like he had slept through my orgasm and his two. You believe that? He didn't even put his arms around me." She had one hand playing with the nipple farthest from me, as if that meant I wouldn't know what she was doing. I looked at my watch and jumped in feigned surprise. "Oh wow, I'm late. Sorry, I have to get back. You heading back up?" She nodded slowly and stood. I stepped back to let her pass. Just below where her ass cheeks came together, her tan skirt had a large dark spot. Poor girl. I hoped no one would think she'd gotten her period. We had the elevator to ourselves. As the door slid closed and the sexy bitch of an elevator announce she was "going up", I held out my hand. "I'm Cassie, nice to meet you. I've seen your around but never got a chance to say 'hi'. Hi." Taking my hand briefly, she said, "Mel, Melanie." She didn't say anything else, not even "bye" when she exited. My thighs were wet under my skirt. As I walked past Sandra, I hoped she could smell my wet pussy. On the spot, I decided the gym membership was a good idea. In fact, I should invite her to join me tomorrow for my coffee break. Me, Mel, and Sandra trading stories - maybe more - what a tantalizing notion.