4 comments/ 36674 views/ 7 favorites After Work Pleasure Ch. 01 By: CrimsonCaress "That'll be $4.00 please." "WHAT? Isn't it $3.50?" "Sorry sir, our prices went up a week ago –" "I am not fucking paying $4.00 for a fucking coff – " "Here, have 50c." The deep timbre of his voice made me look behind the rude, stingy man to the handsome stranger behind him. My saviour from what could have been an ugly scene wasn't Calvin Klein underwear model handsome. Oh no. He was much more than that. Chestnut brown shaggy hair, broad shoulders encased in a fitted black shirt, long legs in faded blue jeans. A sexy, dangerous smile. I couldn't stop my eyes from lingering momentarily on the large bulge behind his zipper. Nor could I stop myself from fantasizing about those full, smiling lips on my pussy. I bet he'd be really good at – "Appreciating the view, Miss?" Oh. My cheeks flushed. I hadn't realized I'd been staring. Obviously I hadn't had sex in too long. Though to be fair, he'd been doing his fair share of staring before he interrupted my delicious fantasies. I wasn't female perfection in my café worker uniform but with my tall height, hourglass figure, black hair in a classy ponytail, high cheekbones and green up-tilted eyes I wasn't too shabby. I gave him my best flirty smile and took his order. Throughout the process I couldn't stop fantasizing about him: his hands, with long fingers; those lips, so tantalizing when he smiles; last of all, what he has hidden in those jeans. Is he a boxers or briefs kind of man? Or would he go commando? "I'll see you again, sweetheart." He gave me a slow, suggestive grin and walked off with his coffee. I was speechless and oh-so-wet at the promise in his words. The rest of my shift passed by peacefully and it was 11pm by the time I'd changed back into my casual short black skirt and red tank top and walked out the door. I wasn't five steps away from the café when strong hands grasped my wrist and yanked me into a deserted alley. I sucked in a breath to scream but the stranger pulled on my ponytail. My head tilted upwards forcefully and then firm, insistent lips were on mine, tongue thrusting into my open mouth. I couldn't believe it. It was my handsome stranger. He was kissing me, hard and rough. He pushed one jean-clad thigh between my legs and rubbed, putting searing pressure on my clit through thin lacy panties and I moaned. Throwing caution to the wind, I kissed him back just as passionately. My hands were everywhere. I ran fingers through his hair and tugged playfully, resulting in a sexy growl from him. I ran hands and nails lightly under his shirt, feeling firm abs and smooth skin. I squeezed his arse, pulling him more firmly against me and grinding my hips. "Not so fast, kitten. I've been wanting to taste you since I first saw you." If my panties weren't already soaking wet they would have been dripping from just those words whispered in his husky voice. He dropped to his knees, lifted my skirt, drawing my underwear down my legs and off of one foot. He spread my legs a little wider, parted my pussy with his thumbs then licked one, slow stroke all the way up to my clit. Then he started a sweet torture, sucking and licking like he couldn't get enough. I felt him insert one finger in my pussy, then two. He started pumping those fingers in time with his tongue, hitting that sweet spot inside me every time. I moaned. I rocked my hips. I pulled my tank and bra down so I could play with my nipples. I urged him on. Finally, he latched onto my clit and sucked hard whilst still pumping his fingers. I came. The orgasm was so incredibly intense but he didn't stop. He kept licking me, teasing me until every last spasm had subsided and my legs were weak. Before I could stumble, he quickly stood back up and held me against the wall with his big body. He unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free, thick and erect and goddamn big. Looks like my stranger travels commando. I licked my lips. The sight of his cock turned me on all over again as I imagined it sliding in and out of me. I didn't have to imagine long because he positioned himself at my still soaking pussy and buried himself in one hard stroke. Then he began to move, thrusting fast and hard. I wrapped my legs around his hips and thrust along with him, increasing the friction and the pace. My back was scraping against the wall with every stroke but I didn't care. I snaked one hand between my legs and thrummed my still-sensitive clit, moaning with pleasure and the need for release. He put both hands on my breasts and pinched my nipples. Rolled the stiff rosy buds between his fingers. I touched my lips to his neck, kissing and licking. I could feel him trembling, his thrusting getting faster and rougher. Following the urge, I bit down lightly on his neck where it joins the shoulder. With a throaty growl he came, body strained but he kept moving. Seconds later I was coming as well, great big pleasurable spasms that left me panting for breath. I couldn't move after that but apparently he still could because he slid easily out of my pussy, tucked himself back in his jeans and did up the zipper. Kneeling slowly, he placed a light kiss at the apex of my thighs before sliding my panties back on and smoothing my skirt down. Standing back up, he looked at me, lips tilted into a lazy smile. "That was a pleasure, kitten. I'll see you again." As I watched him walk away I smiled to myself and imagined exactly how I would please him. Next time. After Work Pleasure Ch. 02 After Work Pleasure Ch. 2: A Night In To Beka, for sharing her fantasies with me all the time. Now I'm returning the favour. Friday at last. No work tomorrow. After a full six days of working non-stop I was really looking forward to a quiet night in. Maybe I'd open a bottle of red after dinner, put on my favourite Fast & Furious movie and let Vin Diesel's erotic voice lull me into some much needed sleep. It's been months since that sexy encounter in the alley with my handsome stranger. As I walked home I thought about how stupid and reckless I'd been. So many things could have gone wrong. I shuddered at the thought. Never again. Unlocking the door to my apartment, I shuffled inside and immediately started stripping, wanting to take a shower and wash the smell of coffee and food from my hair. Naked, I padded into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. While waiting for the water to heat, I examined my tired self in the opposite mirror. There was a hint of dark shadow under my cat green eyes. Otherwise, my slender body looked none the worse for wear. With long shapely legs, a small waist and firm, rounded breasts, romantic novels would describe my body as 'made for loving'. Right. The only loving I'd be getting tonight is probably an ear-gasm from Vin Diesel's voice! I donned a pair of red cotton short shorts without panties and a black singlet sans bra after I finished showering. Finally, I was settled on my couch with leftover lasagna, a glass of red wine and the movie playing on my flat screen TV. I'd turned the lights off, using the light from the TV screen to help me eat. A noise startled me and I opened my eyes. I hadn't realized I'd drifted to sleep. Subconsciously I must have turned the TV off before I fell asleep because the screen was blank and the room was pitch black. I heard shuffling coming from the door but before I could get up a firm hand covered my mouth. Shocked, I screamed but the only sound that came out was muffled. I swung my fist at where I thought my assailant's face would be but only caught a shoulder. The intruder didn't seem to feel it and judging from the bulging muscle in the shoulder I'd just hit, he was a very big man. I began to panic. I struggled to stand, kicking and swinging my arms but it had no effect. This darkness was really not helping me. He stopped my struggles by climbing onto the couch and pinning me with his body. I was breathing heavily and my useless struggles must have aroused him because I could feel his erection digging into my hip. "I am going to take my hand away. If you try to scream I will gag you. Then I will make what I'm about to do very, very bad for you. If you cooperate, you'll enjoy this as much as I will. Understood?" My eyes widened. I tried hard not to hyperventilate as I realized what this stranger was about to do. Sure, I had my own rape fantasies and they never failed to make my pussy dripping wet when I masturbated but they were just fantasies. This was very real and I didn't know what to do. Thinking it was best if I played along, I nodded my head slowly. The stranger removed his hand and for a moment I was relieved, but then he gathered both of my trapped wrists and pulled them over my head, keeping them there with one massive hand. He kissed me. To my surprise, his kiss was soft and I was momentarily confused. I regained my senses when I felt his fingers find my nipple through the singlet and I tried to bite him, using all of my strength in an effort to buck him off. He merely lifted his head away to evade my teeth and shifted his body so that that hard cock was now pressed against my pussy. "Now now, kitten. What did I say about playing nice?" His voiced seemed somewhat familiar but before I could think about it his lips were on mine again. I tried to keep my mouth closed but he forced it open using his free hand and his tongue dove in. He plundered and he took. He ground his lower body against mine and it hit me just right, putting a delicious pressure on my clit. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of reacting but it was getting hard not to. As he continued to grind against me I could feel myself getting wet. This was so much like my fantasies. When he pulled the singlet down and sucked gently on my nipple I couldn't help but moan. He flicked the hardened bud with his tongue then twirled it round and around the areola before putting as much of my breast in his mouth as he could manage and sucking hard. All the while his hand was plucking and tweaking the other nipple, making it just as hard. I found myself getting increasingly turned on by what this stranger was doing to me. He lifted his hips for a fraction of a moment and I felt my shorts sliding down my legs and off. Then he was touching me again and he must have found time to undo his pants because now it was his rock hard cock grinding against my bare, shaved pussy. He inserted a finger at my entrance, just a teasing fraction, withdrew. "Oh you are so ready for me." I heard a licking and sucking noise. "And you taste just as sweet as I remember." Oh. Oh. It's him. Before I could fully come to terms with the intruder being the sexy stranger from the alley, he entered me in one forceful thrust. I cried out in surprise and the sudden fullness that was bordering on pain. Then he stilled, giving me some time to get used to his size. He kissed me again and this time I participated, sucking and licking at his tongue, which tasted faintly of my own juices. He inserted a finger at the top of my slit and found my clit. Rubbing it back and forth, oh-so-slowly, he drove me mad with want. All this time he still had my arms locked above my head so I couldn't do anything to help myself. Fear seemed the furthest thing from my mind. "Move. Please, please just move. Please," I begged. I could feel his answering smile on my lips. He withdrew and I whimpered from the loss. But in a smooth move, he flipped me over and thrust into me from behind. I was kneeling on the couch now, with my head resting on the armrest and my arms secured behind my back. The position should have been uncomfortable but I was too turned on to care. At long last he began to move. Slowly at first, with long deliberate thrusts that wasn't at all what I needed. There was only one thing I could do in this position to speed things up. I clamped my muscles around him. On each withdraw I'd squeeze his cock with my inner muscles as if I were milking him dry. Soon he was as crazed as I was, sliding fast and hard, in and out of me. I could feel my own wetness running down my leg. With his free hand he stroked my clit in time with his thrusts, creating a friction that was building up my pleasure. I was moaning uncontrollably; wanting. Oh how I wanted. Little tremors started and I knew I was about to have the most intense orgasm of my life. He must have felt it too because he sped up his thrusts and it was almost too much. Then he pressed down on my clit with his finger and I was there, falling off the cliff and into pure pleasure that had me crying out. As I kept spasming around his rigid cock he kept moving at the same frantic pace. Finally, with a growl, he came and I could feel his seed spilling into me in hot spurts. When we were both spent he let go of me and we collapsed onto the couch. He moved over so he was no longer squashing me. I had so many questions but I was so utterly exhausted that when I closed my eyes I immediately drifted off... When I awoke the next morning, sunlight streaming in through the window, I was naked from the waist down. He was gone, but it hadn't been a dream.