Jen arched her back into his thrusts, her hands pushing against the car to hold her in place. Aaron seemed to be fucking her harder than the last time, and Jen seemed to be loving every second of it. In the car, we could see Mike’s arm furiously moving as he watched his wife get taken by the bigger stud.
“Oh fuck me I’m cumming,” Jen cried out, loud enough that Cassandra, Dave, and I ducked back into our little alcove. We looked around to make sure no one had heard or was coming to investigate.
“I better get back,” Dave said. “Make sure no one inside noticed anything.”
“Don’t finish without me,” Cassandra said.
“Okay, okay, jeez,” Dave laughed.
I looked at her questioningly. “What? I need to get fucked.” She said. “Especially after seeing this.”
When they turned back to the action, Aaron appeared to be pistoning his huge cock in and out of Jen, fucking her into what seemed like a continuous orgasm. She was moaning constantly until suddenly her head snapped back and her body tensed.
I swear, I had a little sympathy orgasm for her. To see her lose control and cum so hard made my own clit pulse and pussy throb. But when she squirted and nearly collapsed onto the hood of the car, I felt dizzy, and Cassandra laughed as I buckled next to her.
“Damn, Steph, you are hot right now,” she whispered to me. She held me as we watch Aaron pump his seed into Jen, his thick white cum mixing with the juices her pussy had just sprayed onto the parking lot concrete.
“Oh god, look at all that cum,” Cassandra moaned into my ear.
As Aaron gently held Jen while they both came down for their climaxes, Jen’s head swaying as she slowly came back to earth. Aaron caught sight of them and winked.
“Uh oh, we’re busted,” Cassandra giggled.
“Ugh, what do we do?” I asked her.
“It’s fine. Aaron likes to show off anyway. And Jen probably doesn’t even know we’re here.” Cassandra said. “Lucky bitch, I haven’t been fucked by Aaron in a while.”
“Why not? Trouble in paradise?” I giggled.
“I’ll tell you later. Looks like they’re done.” She said as we watched Aaron help Jen into the car. Mike didn’t get out this time, we suspected because he probably made a mess in his pants after watching Jen cum so hard. I did notice the mixture of Jen and Aaron’s cum dripping down her leg. She didn’t make him wear a condom.
When we got back inside, Davey was swamped and the line had grown. Cassandra and I jumped right in to getting the orders together while Davey flirted with every person that stood in front of him. After about an hour things began to slow down, and we finally had a chance to breath.
“Jesus, my pussy is dripping,” Cassandra said. “It doesn’t help that the guys can probably smell it and they keep giving me the look.”
“The look?” I asked.
“The come fuck me look,” she laughed. “There were a few that I wouldn’t mind,” she added. The looked at Davey. “But you’ll do.”
“Oh, very seductive,” Davey said with a laugh. When Cassandra started to walk to the back, Davey quickly followed.
“Give us 20 minutes.” She called back to me. “Maybe 30.” She said as they disappeared into the back room.
I shook my head and just started cleaning up the counter and various utensils. There were a handful of customers, maybe a half dozen or so, but they had already gotten their orders and settled down to enjoy the coffee shop atmosphere.
Cassandra emerged after about fifteen minutes with a guilty smile on her face, and Davey followed right behind her. He bee lined right for the small kitchen, while Cassandra sauntered up to the front.
“That… was quick,” I said with a little chuckle.
“Yea,” Cassandra said. “We got interrupted.” She took out her phone and showed me a text. It was from Aaron, asking if we had enjoyed the show that afternoon.
They had apparently bantered back and forth while Davey was eating her out, until Aaron asked her if she was free Thursday night, today being Tuesday. She had said she was. And then I came down to the last message.
“Bring a friend,” it said.
I looked at Cassandra confused.
“You wanna come?” She asked me.
“Thursday?” I said, my mind already whirring through the possibilities. I had some studying to do, but nothing that I couldn’t get out of the way beforehand. I was also supposed to meet up with some friends from class, but again, nothing planned other than just a hang out in the quad.
“You’ll have fun, trust me.” She said. “Who knows, maybe we’ll get to watch a show up close.”
“Okay, I’m in.” I told her, not really sure what I was committing to.
“Great!” She said. “One thing. Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Uh, not really?” I said. There was a guy in my theology class that I had gone on two dates with, but honestly it wasn’t really something I had expected to grow into much more.
“Okay,” she said. “It’s probably better this way.” She said with a shrug. I couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed that I wasn’t currently in a relationship.
She took her spot on the counter, just watching the people, occasionally talking with one or two people who had come in, or a patron who was on their way out.
Again, I kept busy, cleaning, arranging, organizing. Davey would step out every now and then to bring out an order or to refill some of the blends. When the shop was relatively empty, I took a break and stood next to Cassandra.
“Hey, before. When you said you and Aaron hadn’t…. In a while.” I asked her. “You said you’d tell me later.”
She smiled. “Curious, huh?” She played coy. I shrugged and nodded. “It’s actually not a big deal. Things with Aaron can get intense.”
“What do you mean?” I asked her.
“I like things kinda rough. Or, well I usually do. Like a little slapping, or choking, or dirty talk.” She said. “Hey don’t make a face. It’s really not as kinky as you might think.”
“I’m not making a face!” I laughed. In all honesty, Cassandra did seem to be the type to be into that. “I’m just curious. Did he go to far? Is that why you don’t… with him anymore.”
“Steph, first off, it’s fuck. You should get comfortable saying the word. Or else how are you gonna get what you want on Thursday.” She giggled, “and second, no. He didn’t.”
“Oh. Well then why haven’t you… fucked him in a while.” I asked her.
She straightened up from leaning on the counter and looked straight at me, her face more serious than before. “Because I was starting to fall in love with him.” She said, her tone significantly less playful than before. Then she chuckled. “Being with him has a way of getting in your head. Like, he’s a gorgeous stud, but the way he touches you, and the way he makes you feel, you feel like the most beautiful and desirable person in the world. Even when he is railing you with his huge cock and his hand is wrapped around your throat. It’s like a hunger that he’s trying to satiate, and you’re the only thing on this planet that will let him do that.”
The look of bewilderment on my face as I tried to process what she said made Cassandra laugh. “Sorry, too much?” She said, patting my arm. “He’s a great fuck. The best I’ve ever had. But that’s probably all that it’s going to be between us. And sometimes, that hurts.”
“I get it.” I told her. “Do you want me to… I can stay in on Thursday. I don’t have to go.”
“Bullshit!” Cassandra said. “You’re coming and we’re going to have a blast. Tomorrow night we’ll figure out what we’re going to wear.”
She had returned to her same flirty, energetic self, and pretty much stayed that way for the rest of the shift. We closed up the shop and said our goodbyes as I made my way back to the dorms. As I approached my room and found the door closed.
Either Lisa, my roommate, was out, or she was hooking up with a guy (50% chance it was her boyfriend Ben, 50% chance it was some other dude). There was the possibility that she was studying, but past experiences told me that was unlikely. In any case, I was exhausted, and really needed to get some relief. I figured I would duck in, grab some stuff for the shower, and then duck back out.
I opened the door, and paused when I heard a moan. I rolled my eyes and steeled myself for the awkward situation of pretending like I couldn’t see anything. As I stepped through the door, I froze at the sight that greeted me.
“Hello, Stephanie,” a beautiful, buxom blonde woman said, as she turned to face me.
“Heather?!” I said, surprised. Heather was the owner of the Cafe Dulce, and beyond that I didn’t know her other than the person who hired me for the semester.
But right now, my roommate Lisa was on her knees in front of Heather, impaling herself on a pink strap on dildo being worn by the other woman.
“Nooo. Don’t stop.” Lisa moaned.
“Hush, sweetie,” she said, with a sharp slap to Lisa’s tiny butt. “Come in Stephanie. We have a lot to talk about.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/po6abb/cafe_dulce_pt_2