5 comments/ 55869 views/ 17 favorites Black Coffee By: ChrystalWynd I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "You do realize that I've asked you for coffee creamer twice now, right?" The young waitress paused for a moment. Then her eyes went wide. "Oh, my gawd, I am so sorry, ma'am. I'll get it for you right now!" She was barely out of high school and looked harried, but my patience was at an end. "Don't bother. Just send the manager." The waitress was nearly my age, and apparently thought that might make it possible for her to play me. "Oh! Look...you don't have to do that. I can fix this, honest!" I let my eyes hold hers for a moment. I put a touch of steel into my voice as I said, "Get the manager...now." She flushed. "But...!" And that's when I reached out with my mind and tapped her brain. The effect was immediate. The waitress blinked, then turned around and walked straight to the back room. I settled back and waited. I knew the waitress was likely already speaking to the manager. Even in a high-class establishment like this one, no mere waitress could resist my "persuasion." Moments later, the waitress returned with an attractive dark-haired woman whom I immediately identified as the manager. She smiled and extended her hand. "I'm Deborah Cohen. I'm the manager. I understand you have a complaint, Miss...?" I didn't take her hand. "Catherine Wenchley," I said, "and yes, I have a complaint. Several, actually." Deborah drew back her hand and studied me for a moment. "Very well, Catherine..." "That's 'Miss Wenchley,'" I said. Deborah's jaw tightened momentarily. "Of course, Miss Wenchley. Please share your complaints with me." I nodded toward my untouched cup of coffee. "Have you noticed my coffee is black, Deborah?" "That's 'Miss Cohen,'" she said. "I'm sure it is," I said. "Have you noticed that my coffee is black, Deborah?" Deborah was a professional. Despite my obvious baiting, the pause was only about three heartbeats before she answered, "Yes, I can see that." I nodded. "Very good, Deborah. And do you know how I drink my coffee?" "I imagine that you don't drink it black, Miss Wenchley," she said. I nodded again. I was enjoying this. "You would be correct, Debbie. And don't get rude with me. Just because I'm blonde doesn't mean I'm stupid." "I never suggested you were stupid, Miss Wenchley. I assume you need some cream or milk for your coffee?" "You would be correct, Debbie," I said. Yes, I was being intentionally provocative. This was true entertainment. Deborah looked at the waitress. "Cynthia, please bring Miss Wenchley as much creamer as she would like." I looked over at Cynthia. "Don't bother, Cindy." Deborah looked at me. "You said you needed creamer, Miss Wenchley, and I am providing." She looked back at Cynthia and nodded. "Go ahead, Cynthia." "Cindy," I said, "Do not get any creamer." Deborah's mouth tightened. "I insist, Miss Wenchley." She looked at Cynthia and nodded her head toward the kitchen. My eyes narrowed. "I said, 'No,' Debbie, and I meant it." I mentally tapped Cynthia's brain so that she stopped in place. "However, by 'No,' I simply meant that I didn't want Cynthia to get it." Deborah's eyebrows rose. "I'm sure I don't understand," she said. "You will," I said. "You see, I want you to get me the creamer." Deborah's cheeks colored. "You go too far, Miss Wenchley. I'm afraid I no longer have time to cater to your demands. Good day." She turned to leave. Now it was time for some fun. "You can leave, Debbie...after you get my creamer. And since you appear to want to have an attitude, you can do so topless," I said. Then I smiled and tapped her mind. Deborah opened her mouth to retort, but nothing came out. Then her eyes widened as she began unbuttoning her blouse. Cynthia gasped. She didn't know exactly what was going on, but she knew something wasn't right. "Oh! Miss Cohen, stop! You don't have to do that just because that bitch said to!" "Actually," I said, "she does. And since you're so anxious to use your mouth, let's put it to good use." I glanced around at the few customers in the restaurant. I was sure none of the older gentlemen would cooperate and I didn't want to spread myself too thin, but there were a few younger guys sitting at some tables. I made eye contact with one who seemed to be what I was looking for, then nodded at him. "Cindy, why don't you go over to that gentleman there, get under the table and give him a nice blowjob? I'm sure he'd enjoy that, and you might even get a nice tip." Cindy opened her mouth to protest, but found herself walking toward the table. Debbie, meanwhile, had her blouse off and was sliding her bra straps off her shoulders. The entire restaurant had gone silent, and everyone was watching our little drama unfold. Debbie stood in front of my table, by now completely topless. She was obviously trying to fight my mental control, but she never had a chance. I gave her a smile, then glanced at her bare boobs. "Very nice," I said. "You have good genes. Take off everything except your panties, and then go to the kitchen and get that creamer I asked for." I tapped her mind, then gave her a vicious grin. "And when you get back, we can talk about your punishment." I turned to see what Cindy was up to. I could see her under the male customer's table, and her head was bobbing in his lap. His eyes were closed, and his head was leaning back, so he was apparently enjoying it. "What the hell is going on here?" said a previously unheard voice. I turned at the question. The speaker was a woman around forty years old. I gave her a cursory glance, then shook my head. "I don't think you need to worry about it," I said. "Actually, yes, I do. I own this restaurant," said the woman. Oh, goody. Another victim. "Well," I said, "in that case, I can tell you that I'm giving your employees a lesson in customer service." The woman took several steps closer, looking closely at Debbie and Cindy. "I see," she said. I offered my sweetest smile. "I'm glad you see. As the owner, the responsibility for their training really lies with you, so you're responsible too, you know. So obviously, you need to be punished as well. Don't you agree?" I said. Then I tapped her mind. Suddenly I gasped as what felt like a giant invisible hand grabbed my body and slammed me against the closest wall. I blinked, breathless, and tried to move, but I was pinned against the wall by the unseen force. "No, I don't agree," said the woman. "Deborah, Cynthia, you two get dressed. I'll deal with Cathy here." Debbie and Cindy gathered their clothes. Debbie managed a smile at the woman. "Thank you, Tamara," she said. My heart pounded in my throat. I had never been at someone's mercy like this before, and I had no idea how to get free. I tried to speak, but the force had pushed the breath from my body, and all I could manage were little gasping sounds. The woman- Deborah had called her "Tamara"- stepped closer and looked me over, momentarily silent but radiating slight disapproval...but strangely enough, only slight. Finally she sniffed. "Disappointing. So much ability. Still, you're just a kid. You can be trained. Or at least punished." The pressure decreased marginally then, and I took a gasping breath. "I'm not a child!" I protested. "I'm almost twenty-one! You can't punish me!" Her expression never changed, but my clothing exploded away from me, leaving my naked body pinned helplessly against the wall. My eyes widened as my entire body blushed. "Arrogant, too. Hmmm. No matter. That can be fixed as well. You think yourself superior, but you can be turned into a playtoy at will," she said. *I don't think so,* I thought, although I didn't say it out loud. "Yes, you can," she said, and she fixed her glance on my torso. I didn't understand at first what she was doing. Then I realized what was happening, and a cold hand gripped me. I was changing. My bare bottom was still pressed against the wall. However, I could feel it swelling. More embarrassing was the fact that my breasts were growing as well. I couldn't see the rest of the changes, but it was obvious that she was turning me into some kind of lush-bodied beach bunny. I tried to keep my voice steady. "Look, you don't have to do this. I'll leave, alright?" Her voice remained level. "No, Cat, you won't. You need a lesson, dear." She gestured slightly, and I could feel the whisper of my pubic hair falling off. Tamara had just effectively shaved me. Grrrrrrrrr. Then, unexpectedly, I found myself sliding over to a table. My freedom was short-lived, however; I suddenly found myself bending over the table, my swelled boobs pressing on the table, my bare bottom sticking up. "Oh! Stop, Tamara! I said I'd leave!" I said. "I know you did, dear. But that's not good enough." At that moment, Deborah and Cindy exited the kitchen and came to stand next to Tamara. Deborah placed a casual hand on my bare bottom as she talked to Tamara. "The truck arrived this morning, and the order was fine," said Deborah. "The receipts were dropped off at the bank yesterday, and the freezer repairman left a bill." Grrrrrr. This was humiliating. They were talking casually, like I wasn't actually naked, stuck in a slutty, bent-over position on a table. Deborah kept a casual hand on my bare bottom the whole time. "What about Rosie?" asked Tamara. "She won't come back," said Deborah, "and I can't really blame her. She was a decent cocktail waitress, but she really got tired of all those guys pawing her all the time. Mario makes the drinks a little too strong, and it's tough on the waitress." "Alright, we'll deal with that later," said Tamara. "Meanwhile, I know you and Cindy had a tough morning. Would you two like a little relaxation now?" "Oh, that would be wonderful, Tamara," said Deborah. I found myself standing on my feet suddenly, then turning and facing Deborah. Deborah looked much calmer than she did earlier. She looked at me and shook her head. "You're right, Tamara. She is a pretty thing. It's a shame she's such a little bitch," she said. "Indeed," said Tamara. "Still, that's correctable." My face burned as they stared at my naked body. I couldn't believe everyone was still there, but not a single customer had moved. Many of them were smiling openly at my predicament. I wriggled in humiliation for a moment, but then my knees lost all strength and I dropped to a kneeling position directly in front of Deborah. "Now, Cat," said Tamara, "show Deborah you're sorry." My eyes widened. "What?! I don't do that! I'm not bi!" "Oh," said Tamara. "That's a shame. It would have made it easier. No matter." Her eyes dropped down to my swelled boobs then, and just like that I felt them swell even more. I shrieked and crossed my arms. "Stop!" I said. "You're barely past a double D, dear. I'm sure you can go several more sizes before-" "No! I'll do it!" I said, reaching out and raising Deborah's skirt. I drew her panties down her thighs, absently noting they were pink, and leaned closer to her sex. My mouth was inches away from her pussy, the closest I had ever been to another girl's private area. I felt panic in my belly. "I...I really have to do this?!?" I said. Tamara looked down at me lackadaisically, and I felt my lips swell into plump thickness. I gasped, then took the plunge. I pushed my tongue into Deborah's slit. Deborah's hips twitched slightly in response, and the crowd at the tables began to applaud. I found her clit and wrapped my plumped lips around it, licking and sucking it the best I could. My cheeks burned. I couldn't believe I was actually licking another girl's pussy, in front of a crowd, no less. Deborah reached down and started stroking my hair, just to complete the picture. I wanted it to end quickly, so I actually did it the best I could. I wasn't any good- zero experience, obviously- but I must have done something right, because after several minutes of licking, sucking and fawning over her pussy, she suddenly stiffened and grabbed my hair, pulling my face tight against her lower belly. Her breath hissed through her teeth and I realized she was having an orgasm. Then my eyes widened yet again as my belly muscles suddenly twitched and jumped. Suddenly I was moaning into Deborah's pussy as I lurched into an unexpected orgasm of my own. It grew and grew until everything blurred and I was in a spiral of pure unadulterated pleasure. Eyes closed, my moans muffled by Deborah's wet sex, I shuddered helplessly as I came again and again. Finally, my heart stopped pounding and I sat back on my heels to catch my breath. Too late I realized everything was too quiet, and sure enough, everyone in the restaurant was looking at me with raised eyebrows. Then my face went scarlet as everyone burst into applause. Tamara stepped forward and lay a hand on my cheek. "It seems you are very repressed, dear. That was quite the climax you had just from servicing someone. Perhaps that is your path to pleasure." My cheeks were still bright red. "I know you did that," I mumbled. Tamara laughed. "Perhaps I did. Still, a valuable lesson, dear. Now, Cynthia? Perhaps you'd like some of the same?" "Oh!" said the young, sandy-haired waitress. "Thanks, Mz.Jadespell, but I was thinking that, since the guy she was making me do didn't get to, well, you know, maybe she should finish him off, you know?" Tamara appeared to think about it, then nodded. "You know, Cynthia, that is an excellent idea, and very generous of you as well." Tamara turned to the guy that Cynthia had been giving the blowjob to earlier. "Would you be interested in-" The moment she started speaking, the young man in question leaped up from his table and made his way to where I was still on my knees. Tamara chuckled. "I'll accept that as a positive response. Very well, Cat. You know what you need to do." My eyes looked a little wild by now, no doubt, but, dammit, she couldn't be serious. "What?!" I said, "That's not fair! You saw what I just did!" Tamara shook her head, then narrowed her eyes. "Oh, Cat. You truly are spirited. Foolish, but spirited. Of course it's fair." I had the sinking feeling she had just done something else, but I had no idea what. "But, like, I just totally licked Debbie's hot wittle clitty! I have to, like, do this too?" I said. There was complete silence for three heartbeats. Then I clapped my hand over my mouth, unable to believe I had just said that. Tamara's expression didn't change a bit. She simply said, "Yes, Cat, you have to do it. And, as my patience is wearing thin, I'd suggest you do it now. The longer you wait, the more...stylistic...your speech will become." Omigod. If I didn't do this, and soon, I'd sound like the biggest ditz in the world. Teeth clenched in frustration, cheeks burning in embarrassment, I turned to the guy. I was still on my knees, and his cock was already out. I leaned forward, took a deep breath, and slid my wet mouth down his hard shaft. Oh, that bitch, Tamara. That cock tasted like the most incredible thing ever. My heart began to hammer as my belly muscles began to twitch and jump yet again. My lips wrapped around his shaft and my head began to bob as I simply couldn't get enough of this guy's spectacular cock. Fortunately, he was already close to cumming, and in almost no time at all his cock was hardening like steel. My mouth began to fill with cum, and suddenly I was swallowing that heated flow helplessly. I could feel my belly filling with that seemingly endless supply, and suddenly I realized that it was actually going on longer than normal. Then I lost track as my own heat peaked and I began to squeal around his cock. I came twice, and when the second one finished, he still hadn't finished cumming, and I felt a third orgasm starting. My belly was full, however, and I was becoming dizzy from the non-stop swallowing. My eyes were glazed and my belly bloated when he finally stopped, a look of dazed wonderment on his face. I barely registered his cock sliding out from between my swelled lips. Then I burped, shuddering helplessly. I would never, ever, ever again be rude to Deborah and Cynthia. Ever. Cynthia was giggling, and Deborah was smiling tolerantly at Cynthia's poorly concealed glee. Tamara accepted the guy's thanks with a nod, then turned back to me. "I think you've been suitably punished for embarrassing my employees," said Tamara Jadespell. "However, now you'll be punished for attempting to embarrass me." One month later. I wriggled my way up to the table, being careful not to lean over too far. My flippy micro-skirt barely covered my ass, and my thong was no help whatsoever. My huge boobs jiggled as I walked, but I couldn't leave the customers without drinks for long, so I had to hurry. The ridiculous five-inch heels I was wearing wasn't making it any easier, however. I set the tray I was carrying on the table and giggled at the guys sitting there. I tried to say, "Alright, here's your drinks," but what came out was, "Hi, cuties! Here's your drinkies!" The guy right next to me chuckled and said, "Thanks, Kitty." Then he slid a bill into my cleavage. "There's a little extra in there for you," he said. Then he patted my ass. "We'll see you in a little while, sweet cheeks." I giggled, then wiggled my way away from the table. My hips swayed, but I couldn't help that. The guy was lucky that Tamara had disabled my power during working hours. Well, maybe not disabled it, but rendered it useless. The last time I tried to use my ability during working hours, I had found myself topless and yet another size bigger. I had to work the entire shift topless, and the extra size never went away, either. I was heading for the kitchen, but I heard my name called. I turned and saw Deborah sitting at a table. We were in the bar rather than the restaurant at the moment, but Deborah was drinking coffee. I jiggled my way over to her table. "Yes, Ms.Cohen?" I said, then giggled. Grrrrrrrrrr. "The gentleman at table seven is a friend of Mz.Jadespell's. Make sure he gets a Kitty Special tonight. Understand?" As soon as she said "Kitty Special," my lips began to tingle uncontrollably and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would be unable to talk intelligibly and I would start offering blowjobs to strangers, unless my belly was full of cum from the man at table seven. Grrrrrrrrr! I giggled. I tried to say, "Fine. Whatever," but what came out was "Okey dokey, Ms.Cohen!" Deborah looked at me and smirked. "Good. Don't worry. Two more months and you'll be done with being a cocktail waitress." I turned to leave. "Oh, Kitty?" she said. I turned back and giggled. "Yeppers?" I said. Ms.Cohen smiled beatifically. "Get some cream for my coffee, okay?" THE END Black Coffee In Bed Wow! Look at her! She was stunning. There were no other words to describe the gorgeous black woman that was striding across the lawn towards me. Her slim hips moved gently in the faded Lee jeans and her heavy breasts bobbed beneath the silk shirt. She held her sandals in one hand and a computer bag in the other. “Excuse me. Are you Greg?” I was so surprised that she had spoken to me that it took my brain a few moments to process the words. “Uh, er, yes.” “Great! My name is Simona, Simona Anders. You called for computer help?” “Oh!” Now my brain kicked into gear. I had made a call to the Student Union earlier, asking if they knew of someone that could help me learn Excel and Access. Their recommendation had been Anders Computer Services and I called, got an answering machine and left a message. Someone called back to say that one of the associates would meet me outside my PoliSci 101 class at 11:00am. And here she was, a gorgeous chunk of tasty milk chocolate. “Yes, I did.” I smiled, wondering if she could tell how nervous I was. “I need to learn Excel and Access.” “Any particular time schedule?” “Not really. Just before this year end.” “Well, that gives us some time.” Simona smiled at me and I gasped at the beauty of her white teeth against that dark skin. “Are you hungry?” “Always!” I laughed and she did, too. “Good. Why don’t we hit Maxie’s and start a lesson plan for you?” Pass up lunch with this beautiful creature? You must be kidding!!! “Sure!” Over club sandwiches and cold beer, we talked. She turned out to be one of the most interesting girls I’d ever met. I loved hearing her voice and watching her animated face. And she had the loveliest hands, short, manicured nails and thick, muscled fingers, no doubt from working on the computer. Our conversation flowed easily from software to music to student activities and I loved that she was so knowledgable. We finished the meal with slices of strawberry-laced cheesecake and black Colombian coffee. “Mmm.” I sighed, setting my mug down. “I love black coffee.” “Oh, yeah?” We both laughed. I didn’t realize what I’d said and certainly didn’t think of how it might be interpreted. “Simona, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but are you busy tonight?” She laughed. “Greg, you must be desperate if you’re hitting on a computer geek!” “You’re not a ‘geek’ by any stretch of the imagination, Simona. My roommate’s a Theatre major and he gave me tickets to tonight’s performance. I thought that if you weren’t busy, you’d like to join me.” Simona closed her laptop, stowing it carefully in her bag. “I’ve always wanted to see Les Miserables.” “Then it’s a date?” I watched the war going on in her face, wondering why it was such a problem for her. “You can say no, Simona.” “I don’t want to say no, Greg.” I didn’t expect to see the tears in her eyes. “It just that … “ “What?” “It’s been a long time since I was asked on a date.” “Are you kidding? A knockout like you?” When she didn’t respond to my attempt at humor, I moved in close and whispered, “How long has it been?” “Almost three years.” She laughed shakily. “I guess when I came to college and fell in love with computers, everything else was secondary.” “So how about it?” I boldly stroked her hand, loving the feeling of her silken skin under my fingertips. “We can have dinner after … “ “Okay.” “Good.” We parted with a hug and I felt like an Olympic runner as I sprinted to my house. I spent the next hour going through every article of clothing that I owned, trying to find a perfect outfit. My roommate, John, came in and stood in the doorway, laughing his ass off. “A date?” I nodded and he laughed even harder, putting an arm around my shoulders. “Come and check out my closet. We both know how much you’ve shopped these last few years.” I hated him at that moment, but he was right. My extra money had been spent on the one gigabyte tower in the corner of my room and its accessories: larger hard drive, lighted keyboard, plasma monitor … I guess that was why I clicked so well with Simona. I had always had plenty of girlfriends in high school. My Swedish white-blond hair and blue eyes coupled with a soccer player’s physique had taken care of that. But my love affair with college had killed my dating. Between language labs and research papers, I had no time. “Okay. How do I look?” John gave me a thumbs-up and I sighed in relief. “She must be something for you to take this much trouble to get all ‘gussied up’.” While I laughed, John hefted his bag. “I’ve got to get going. Will you bring her backstage?” “Sure.” I rubbed my chin, pretending to be a Rodin statue. “That is, is she’s not scared off because of my duds!” “My friend,” He laughed, closing the door. “You are a dud!” I had nearly two hours to wait and I spent the last hour in front of a fan, desperately trying to make sure that I didn’t soak the armpits of my dusty blue buttondown. I was so nervous! Finally, I locked up and made my way to Groton Hall, her dorm and stumbled into the reception area as I saw her waiting. If I had thought that she was beautiful before, I was convinced now. Thick, waves of luxuriant black hair framed her soft face, the eyes dramatically accented and her lips some shade of coral. The color matched her frock, a dressmaker’s dream of brushed silk that slid alluringly over her hidden curves and rested on her graceful shoulders with spaghetti straps. She clutched a light gauzy wrap in her hands along with a gold pillbox purse and looked up at me with fearful eyes. “Wow.” It was the only word I could breathe as I moved to her side. She arose and I saw tears brimming in her lovely eyes. “Thank you.” I kissed her cheek, hesitating a moment to savor the warmth of her skin and the scent she was wearing, an exotic mixture of floral and spicy tones that sent chills traveling over my flesh. “You are absolutely lovely, Simona.” I pulled back to look into her eyes. “I am completely speechless.” “Greg, you don’t have to … “ “Don’t have to what? Speak the truth?” I cupped her chin and turned her face back to mine. “I can’t believe that you’re my date!” She smiled and I handed her the carnation I’d bought at the store. “Sorry it isn’t more. I’m still waiting for a check from my parents.” “You don’t have to apologize, Greg. This means more to me than dozens of roses.” “Good.” I stood up, offering my hand. “Now, I suggest we get going before someone grabs our seats.” I helped her pull the wrap around those beautiful shoulders, resisting the urge to drop a kiss on her soft nape and we enjoyed the cool spring evening as we walked to the McIntosh Theatre Building. I silently promised to kiss John when I found that our seats were in the third row, center and we settled in for what was a wonderful production. I watched Simona’s face out of the corner of my eye and my heart quivered at the emotion I saw her express. Confusion, fear, love, sadness. I had seen Les Miz before but it was as if I was seeing it for the first time, through her eyes. When the lights came up and the cast took bows, she leapt up, giving a teary standing ovation, clapping madly. “Come on.” I grabbed her hand. “Let’s go see my roomie.” We made a brief stop at the ladies’ restroom so that she could freshen up and headed to the backstage area. John welcomed me with a bear hug and a smile, then peeked over my shoulder to see my sweet Simona. “Is this the lady?” “It is indeed. John Gardner, meet Simona Anders, computer whiz extraordinaire. Simona, meet my roommate, John.” I watch John’s reaction as she thrust a hand forward to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” “Same here.” He grinned. “Boy, Greg, you weren’t kidding when you said that she was beautiful. The only question is why’s she with you?” We laughed and the breath froze in my throat at the brilliance of her smile. “I’m hoping he has a big cock.” John brayed with laughter and gathered her in a brotherly hug. “I like you, Simona.” He kissed her cheek. “Come on. I’ve got Cabo in my dressing room.” The three of us went to John’s dressing room, one that he shared with two other guys: Andy Park who played Javert and Paul Johanssen who had played Marius. While I helped John pour the iced tequila, I watched Simona talk with the actors, gushing over their performances and talking about John’s portrayal of Valjean and a strange feeling burbled in my chest. It was pride. She had stepped up to the plate and had left ‘geekdom’ behind. “Here, baby.” I slipped the shot glass into her hand, letting my fingers linger as they stroked her chocolate skin. She noticed and moved her body closer to me. “What should we toast to?” She said breathily. “To my being an idiot.” I clinked my glass with hers. “Otherwise, I would never have met you.” We gazed into each other’s eyes for a mesmerizing moment, then tossed the liquor back, following with a slice of sugared lemon. Simona surprised me by pulling me forward for a kiss whose passion sucked the breath out of my lungs. My cock swelled in the tight confines of my Dockers, then twitched as her hand gave it a quick, but gentle squeeze. “Mmm.” She whispered. “Guess I don’t have to hope any more.” We did another couple of shots with John before Anders suggested that we go to a cast party that was being held at his friend’s house. Simona and I went outside in the cool night to have a breath of fresh air. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. My arms went around her waist and I pulled her back against me, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. She hummed in appreciation. “This has been the best night of my life.” “Is it over already?” I asked, pulling her tighter against me. “No, not at all.” Simona turned in my arms. “Atleast I hope not.” “Not by a long shot.” My mouth swooped down on hers and I crushed her luscious body against mine, devouring, wanting to become part of her. She shuddered, moving closer, looping her arms around my neck, sucking my tongue into her mouth. “Oh, Greg.” “We don’t have to go to this party, you know.” I bent to kiss her again, getting lost in the softness of her lips and the dance of her tongue against mine. “I can have my black coffee in bed.” Something in what I’d said iced the atmosphere. She ended the kiss, taking a step back from me, her eyes questioning. “I know.” Her response was quiet and I felt some kind of wall rise between us. I wondered what the problem was. I never got to ask because just then, John, Andy and Paul showed up and we went on to the party. And when I thought about asking her again, she had disappeared. ***** I didn’t have her address or phone number so I couldn’t call her the next day and when I called Anders Computer Services, a nice voice that wasn’t hers said that she wasn’t in. I left a message, doubting that she would return it. I was scheduled to have a lesson with her on Wednesday and wondered if she would show for it. For the next four days, I went to classes in a fog, wondering what went wrong and the nights fantasizing about her supple brown skin and the curve of her tantalizing neck. When Wednesday arrived, I was at the library a full hour early and sat with my back to the entrance so she wouldn’t see how nervous I was about seeing her again. “Hi, Greg.” I looked up into her uncertain eyes, my gaze sliding down to those delectable lips. “Hello, Simona.” She slid into the chair, setting her backpack and computer bag on the table. “Are you mad at me?” “Gee, Simona, no, I guess it’s okay to disappear on a date!” I hissed, trying to maintain my composure. “Naw, I’m as pleased as punch to see you!” Simona was quiet for a long moment. “I’m sorry, Greg.” Neither of us spoke for long uncomfortable moments, then she stood. “If you’re still interested in learning the software, I’ll have Christine give you a call and you can arrange a meeting with her.” “So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave with no explanation?” She hung her head in silence. “I think I MU deserve that!” When she didn’t respond, he quietly continued, grabbing her hand. “We were having such a good time, weren’t we?” Her tears were a soft accompaniment to her whisper. “Yes.” She sniffed. “It was too good to be true.” Her choice of words struck me. Too good to be true? I stood up and grabbed her hand. “Come with me.” She balked at first but I forced her to meet my eyes. “Trust me, Simona. I would never ever hurt you.” Simona seemed to deflate at my words and followed me out of the library. Outside, I put my arms around her and we walked in silence to my apartment. John wasn’t home so we had the whole place to ourselves thankfully. I didn’t know what to do but I sensed that she needed something. Perhaps my attention would help. I slid the computer bag and backpack from her shoulder and stashed them in my room. She moved like a person in shock, stiffly perching on the edge of the couch, her hands folded on her lap. I fetched two Michelobs from the refrigerator and handed one to her, kneeling at her feet. She took a long pull, tears streaking her perfect skin. “What is it, honey? Tell me.” The tears pooled faster and she sucked on the beer bottle again. I set mine down and slipped her tennis shoes and socks off, gently massaging her foot, taking extra time to run the balls of my thumbs over her instep. I looked up and was delighted to see an expression of bliss on her face. Good. We’re getting somewhere. I kept my fingers going, moving to the other foot. Her upper body relaxed a bit and she slumped back onto the couch, eyes still closed. I continued up her delicate ankles to her strong calves. There, I had to stop because her jeans blocked my progression but I was not daunted. I reached for her hand and began to massage the stubby fingers, working the tension out. She took another long drink, then set the bottle down. With haunted eyes, she offered me her other hand. I took it gently, firmly and silently massaging, all the while looking into her eyes. “He said the same thing to me the night he raped me.” My blood ran cold. I took both of her hands in mine and moved up beside her on the couch. I remained silent as the story spilled out. Her first freshman dance, she had met a guy, a senior. She couldn’t even bring herself to say his name. I felt my cheeks heat in anger. He told her about this great party across campus and asked her to go with him. She had been so excited. She eagerly said that she’d love to go but she wanted to get some coffee because she was a little on the drunk side. Halfway there, he pulled her into a deep thicket of bushes and brutally raped her. She wasn’t found until the next day. His father was an important man in the community and the whole incident was buried, much as it had been emotionally buried for her. Part of me felt extremely angry but the other part was happy that she had been able to share this with me. If I hadn’t been sure, I knew immediately that I loved her. “That’s why I ran away.” She finished, her bottom lips trembling as another onslaught of tears threatened. “It felt so good with you. So right, that I was afraid.” She paused. “And then you said what he said … and I just … I just … “ I pulled her into my arms as three years of tears came flooding out of her. She sobbed in earnest, her entire body quaking. I cooed to her, smoothing her hair and giving her a gentle squeeze every few minutes. Finally, ten minutes later, the storm had subsided and she laid limply in my embrace, hiccupping every few minutes. It took her another ten to compose herself and sit up, wiping her face with a tissue I’d given her, avoiding my eyes. “I’m sorry, Greg. I didn’t mean to unload on you like that.” “It’s okay.” I rubbed her back gently. “It needed to come out.” “Yeah, but not like that!” She laughed nervously, then turned those beautiful eyes to me. “I’d better get going.” “Simona,” I touched her hand. “Would you stay here with me?” She gazed at me blankly. “You can have the bed. I’ll sleep here on the couch.” I touched her cheek. “I just can’t fathom the thought of you alone tonight. Not after this.” “That’s very nice of you, Greg, but I’ll be just fine.” My heart thumped in my chest. I kept thinking about what she’d told me. About my sweet Simona being brutalized. About my lovely Simona being left in a crick for dead. About my gentle Simona living a half-life, her soul torn in shreds. “You might be, but I won’t.” I hoped that she saw the sincerity in my eyes. “Okay. I’ll stay.” She gave me a shaky smile. “But could we watch TV for awhile?” “Sure.” I put my arm around her and she laid back against me. Hours later, when she’d fallen asleep, I finally allowed myself to cry. ***** Simona had looked so peaceful on the couch that I tucked my comforter around her and left her sleeping. John wandered in and I had a few words with him, nothing much, but he said that he was happy to see Simona here. I stripped off my clothes and slid into my bed, falling into a dreamless sleep until I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. Simona didn’t have to say a word. I lifted the covers and she slid right in, moving close to me and clinging tightly. As I turned to hold her, the breath left my lungs. She was completely naked. “Simona … “ She pulled my head down and I lost myself in the warmth of her wet mouth. I couldn’t see her eyes but I knew that they were sparkling. “I want this, Greg. Please.” I felt incredible because I knew what she was asking. She wanted me to wipe those awful memories away. She wanted to replace them with good memories. She wanted me. I leaned back down again and kissed her again, letting my hand slowly roam down the length of her body. I couldn’t help myself, squeezing the muscled flesh of her thigh. She moaned against my lips, pressing closer and rubbing her triangle of soft pubic hair against my aching dick. Her hand moved down to encircle it but I pushed her away. I wanted this to be all for her. I let my mouth move over her features, nibbling up the line of her jaw to her earlobe, which I swabbed wetly. She arched with another moan. I think I’d found a turn-on point. I licked again and again, tracing the shell of her ear and sucking on the fat lobe. Simona became unhinged, her hands pulling me closer. I moved away now, kissing along the underside of her jaw, across the expanse of her throat and over her collarbones. Her breasts were round and heavy, the nipples tight like chocolate raspberries. I mouthed the soft flesh, rubbing my nose around the pendulous bottoms and licking down to her armpits. I was surprised to find hair there but for some reason, it really turned me on. I buried my nose in it, inhaling her fresh scent and flattened my tongue, licking. She groaned and shuddered. I moved back to her breasts and licked a circular pattern around one breast, beginning on the outside and zeroing in on the nipple. When I put my lips on her nipple, her body went stiff and she gasped loudly. I pushed my hand under her back and ground my face into her breast, sucking the hard bud and flicking my tongue over its sensitive crown. “Oh, Greg.” She whispered. I did it over and over, repeating the actions on her other breasts until she was shaking with pleasure, her breathing labored. Just when she thought I was done, I raised up, pushed her globes together and tongued both nipples, swinging my head back and forth. She came up off the bed, her body arching yet again. “Oh, shit, Greg! Oh, shit!” I caressed them with my hands as I slid down, my mouth now following the line of her ribs, crossing her diaphragm and stopping at her belly button. I slipped my tongue into that deep well, pinching a nipple at the same time and she gasped again. My hands moved down her sides, resting on her hips and I paused at the top of her pubic hair, reveling in the sweet musky smell of her sex. I knew that I would find her wet and ready. Black Coffee with my Cream I knew when I agreed to go on a blind date with one of my best friend's co-worker I was doing the wrong thing, but like the good little girl my mother raise, I went because I'm a nice person. I don't like prejudging people; I usually give everyone at least one shot at pissing me off. The guy I allowed my best friend Tamara to talk me into going out with name is Robert Rawlings. I don't like bad mouthing people, but if that brotha wasn't the ugliest man in the world he will do until he gets here. I'm talking about the type of ugly that make you mad at your parents. I know I'm sounding shallow and inconsiderate, with that being said the brotha was, let me see...I'll just spell it for you. He was UGLY plain and simple. The reason I'm dogging him is because he had the nerve to flirt with every woman he saw when we were waiting to be seated at the restaurant. At that moment I was ready to light into his ass. He thought he was the shit. Now that's how I felt about him at first, but all that change later, let me tell you all about. He picked me up and we headed for the restaurant. Within 15 minutes we were at the restaurant. I stepped into the restaurant with my date beside me. I knew I wasn't going to be enjoying myself. But I didn't want to stay home on a Saturday night, so I figured I could at least get me a free meal. You know a sistah still has to eat. The hostess seated us at a table in the back of the restaurant. We ate a little and talked, he was about as much fun to be around as watching paint dry. The man across from us was more appealing to me. He was so hot and sexier than Brad Pitts butt naked in my bed with me sitting on his face. He smiled at me and I grinned back. I was feeling very horny, but my date was out of the question. Then all of a sudden I got a kinky idea. I excused myself and went to the ladies room to remove my panties, then returned to my seat. I had never been with a White guy before but I had wondered what it would be like. According to the myths about the races, the perfect man for a woman would be a man with a Black cock, a white tongue, a Latino's passion and an Arab bank roll, now that's this sistah's idea of the perfect man. The white guy across from us had a direct line of vision under our table; I didn't get his name, so I'll just call him Brad. I uncrossed my legs spreading my legs wide giving him a good view of my aching pussy. His eyes widened when he saw what I was up to. I reached down to cup my shaven pussy in my hand and rubbed myself. He just smiled as I spread my lips apart with my fingers and rubbed my clit with my thumb, and sunk two fingers inside my wet center. His smiled widened as I worked my fingers in and out of my steaming, wet, tight pussy. I said yes and no uh-huh when needed, but wasn't really paying that much attention to my date while I fingered myself senseless in front of a total stranger. I slid my fingers out and spread my juices over my inner lips and clit. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning as I stroked my swollen clit. Brad began rubbing himself under the table. I then brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked my sweet juices off them, then I returned them to my pussy working myself till I came hard in my hand. I really wanted him inside me at that moment. I excused myself, and as I walked pass him I Winked and nodded my head at the man to follow me to the ladies room. I was sitting on the vanity counter next to the sink with the top of my dress down playing with my hard nipples when he came in and locked the door behind him. Rushing over to me he didn't say a word. He grabs the insides of my legs and spread them apart, I slid my hand down to my cum saturated pussy and soaked my fingers with my juices. I fed him my fingers and watched him lap at them like a man deprived of the beautiful essence of pussy for years. After my juices disappeared in his mouth, he pushed me back against the mirror and pulled me to the edge of the vanity counter. He picked up the small waste basket under the counter and flipped it over and sat on it in front of me. Suddenly I felt wetness between my legs in places I've never felt wetness. The coldness with the wetness sent shivers all over my tongue needy body. I slid my finger down between my legs to play with my clit, but he smacked my hand and placed his lips on my clit and gave my clit slow yet hard suction. My legs slapped against each side of his head, my hands found the top of his head as my limbs held his face hostage between my legs. He would alternate sucking my clit for a few seconds, then running his tongue from the top of my pussy to the bottom. I tried to hold it in but he forced me to call out men names I've never met before, men like Jesus and God. Usually my cum would ooze out of me, but he made my cum leap out of me. I swear to you I saw my cum jump from my pussy onto his tongue. With a few ounces of nectar gone from my heavenly pussy, I was ready for that White cock to enter my Black pussy. But he had other plans, he picked me up, took my dress off and turned me over on to my knees; my ass was in his face as he used his forearms to push my legs further a part. Standing up he slithered his tongue from the nape of my neck to the small of my back several times. Then without warning he broke the silence, he said, "Play with you clit until you cum." Hey I'm an obedient little girl, so I did as I was told. Right as my fingers touched my hard clit; I looked over my shoulder and saw him with his head back squirting some Close Up tooth paste in his mouth. With a puzzled look on my face I stared at him wondering what the fuck he was doing. Well I didn't have to wonder for long. As soon as he had gotten enough tooth paste in his mouth he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them in opposite directions and applied tongue circles upon my anus. My God this mother fucker knew how to make a woman give up the cum. My ass was in way over my head, I was thinking he would lick the pussy to get it wet then fuck me down, but he was on a mission to freak me out. I feverishly played with my now engorged clit and pussy lips as he wrote the alphabet on my anus with his professional tongue, and I got 2 BIG Os before he even wrote the little o on my anus with that tongue pen of his. He released my anus from his tongue prison, I turned around and my feet met the floor. We embraced and our hands where all over each other, as I undressed him. My eyes and his one eye met and I was pleasantly surprise when I saw at least 8 inches of uncut cock looking at me. Our lips and hands roamed over every inch of each others flesh trying to quench the desire built up between us from his sexy body and masterful tongue and my need to have some cream in my coffee. He unlocked his lips from mine and spun me around and bent me over and turned on the sink and wet my swollen breasts down. The cool water felt wonderful on my hot skin as he cupped my breasts and pinched hard on my wet slippery nipples, making me cry out in pleasure. I began to stroke his rock hard cock pumping and thumbing the head making him groan loudly. I had to have him in my mouth. So I turned around and kneeled in front of him, taking his large cock between my lips, I sucked hard on the head, and he moaned for more. So I engulfed his entire length deep throated him expertly as he thrust in and out. Moaning "suck me" and "take it all" I wrapped my tongue around it making sure to lick every inch of it. Suddenly there was knocking at the door, but I didn't care. I continued to devour delectable cock with the expertise of a cock sucking pro. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice, it was Robert. "Tami you okay in there?" He said With a mouthful of cock I was able to mumble something. I didn't care if he understood me or not. He was not worth giving up precious seconds of sucking a lovely piece of man meat. "Tami you sure you're alright? Before I could answer I felt that massive wonderful cock leave my mouth. I was in shock, how could he do a sistah like that. Taking his cock away, to my surprise he unlocked the door. Robert stepped in and the three of us stood and looked at each other for a few seconds. Brad sat on the counter; I walked over to him and picked up where I left off on his cock. I heard the door lock and looked over towards the door. Robert was taking off his clothes, he stood there almost naked. I had cock in my mouth nearly to the back of my throat. Out of the counter of my left eye I looked over at Robert and the sight of his cock made me take in to many inches and I gagged. I came off his cock and stared at Robert as he started walking towards me. "What the fuck are you doing Robert?" I asked. "What the fuck you think?" He said. "You got to be out of your fucking mind if you think you're fucking me." "Oh I see you're one of those sistahs who can't take a real cock." "Real my ass, man I know elephants who would run from your cock." Part of me wanted that whale cock mother fucker to rip my pussy open, but the sensible woman in me didn't want any part of something that could paralyze my pussy. I felt a hand push my face down to my dinner; I stroked Brad's cock and licked it like a lollipop. I was bent over when I felt Robert behind me he was rubbing his 3rd leg up and down my pussy. His 3rd leg slid between my pussy lips, I could feel my wetness jumping on his cock as I preyed for him not to ram that thing up in me. He spread my legs wide, and removed his cock and got on his knees and started to devour my pussy. I use my right hand to spread myself open for better access to his warm tongue as he licked me hard from bottom to top. Blowing on my clit before his tongue washed over it. He started to suck on it hard as he inserted two fingers in my tight hole. As he finger fucked me roughly, I thrust myself back on his fingers as he thrust forward until I couldn't take it any more and came hard in his hand soaking his fingers in my juices. My pussy felt like it was housing the Hoover dam and it had just broken. I relinquished that beautiful White cock, and Brad sat on the waste basket and I sat on his cock with my back to him. All 8 inches were rammed way up in me; his cock began to knock on the front door of my uterus. I took Robert in my mouth and sucked him as best as I could. That White cock was beating a path along my pussy trail, smacking my walls and sending sexual pleasure throughout my body and escaping through my toes. Each push of his cock would send more inches of Robert cock down my throat. I was in fuck heaven, the pure excitement of being pussy and face fucked by two different men at the same time was driving me wild. All of a sudden the freak that had been dormant all my young 25 years of life came rushing out of me. I got up and grabbed my purse and pulled out a tube of Vaseline for my lips and squeeze all of it out onto my hand. I gripped the Brad's cock and covered it with the Vaseline, and then I ran my hand around my anus and slid a finger in my anus. I backed up to my White Knight in shinning armor and he eased his massive cock into my ass. I clutched each of his legs as he slowly was able to get half of his cock in my anus. Robert was standing against the counter stroking his 3rd leg. I began to inch my pussy down the white pole gradually taking him up my anus until I had all of him in me. I sat back against his chest as he rested against the wall. I put my legs outside of his legs and he opened his legs and gave Robert an unrestrictive view of my wide open swollen pussy lips and my rock hard clit. There were several knocks at the door, but we didn't care. For a moment I thought he was going to open the door, but he didn't. "Are you going to fuck me or stand there Robert?" I said. That big cock son-of-a- bitch did something most men can't do. He stuck his cock in me then he walked up to me. Most men have to walk up to the pussy then put it in, but not Mr. I have a 3rd leg for a cock. The pure rapture of having over 20 inches up in me sent another earth shaker out of me. I wrapped my legs around Robert waist and throw my hands around my White joy, as the two of them fucked me until I begged them to stop. But they weren't hearing it, they had a destination and they were determine to reach it. Robert was nice enough to only fuck me with a few inches; he was the first to pull out as he stroked his cock in front of me and shot his load over my stomach. I removed my legs and got between his legs and leaned forward and place my hands on the floor and bounced up and down on his cock until I could feel his cock pulsating inside of me. I jumped off his cock and crawled up between his and took all of it in my mouth and I was hit with several squirts of his cum against the back of my throat. I held on to his cock sucking it and loving it for being such a beautiful cock. I felt him go limp in my mouth, I looked to my right and Robert had draped his 3rd leg over my shoulder. I caressed it gently with my left hand like it was a pet snake. I could see the shadow of several shoes out side the door as I got up and retrieved my clothes; you could hear the people scurrying away from the door. My White orgasm giver was completely dress, he looked at me and winked and waked out the door. I locked the door behind him, I felt a large hand on my shoulder, and suddenly I was spun around and picked up. Robert walked me over to the vanity are and sat me down, he snatched my dress out of my hand and tossed it on to the floor. He pulled me up to him until my ass was at the edge of the counter. He pushed my legs into the air folding me in half with my feet pointing at the ceiling. He pushed into me hard. I watched as his cock pound in and out of my juicy pussy. I was so wet my pussy made loud smacking noises as he fucked me. He tried to put all his pussy ripping cock up in me, but I was able to use the palms of my hands against his chest to regulate the amount of cock damage he inflected upon me. He pulled all the way back and slipped out and I grabbed that cobra and pushed him back in. "Fuck me harder" I shouted. "Yes! That feels so fucking good." He sank his fingers into my ass and pounded me harder and harder. My moans of ecstasy filled the restroom. Then I came harder than I ever came in my life crying out to him to please come on me. He pulled out of me with a loud pop, and stroked his cock with two hands as he stood at least a foot away from me, sending streams of warm cum all over my breasts and stomach. He came and came. I rubbed it all over me. I ran my fingers over my cum covered breasts and brought my fingers to my lips to taste his bitterness on my tongue. I grinned at him and he just grinned back. We cleaned up and got dressed and walked out. As we entered the dinning area several people stood up and gave us a standing ovation we returned to our table and finished eating. I put my phone number on a napkin, clutching it in my fist; I dropped it on my new White friend's table as I stepped out of the restaurant with my date. On the drive home I sat with my hand on Robert's big cock, by the time we got to my house he was hard again, but there was no way I was letting him near my little pussy. I thanked him and wrote my number on my panties and gave it to him. I slowly made my way into my house and in the shower and into bed. I grabbed a few cubes from the kitchen and put them in a plastic bag. I darted to my bedroom and grabbed a pillow. I clutched the pillow in my arms and slid the ice between my legs as I consoled my crying pussy.