Riley’s stomach churned and her head pounded as she
tried to adjust her sunglasses in an attempt to block out the sun. Last nights
bender had taken a toll on her and now she paid the price for her frivolous
ways. Her heels clicked, more cheerful than herself, along the pavement of the
sidewalk. It has been a week now since she arrived in her hometown, stayed with
her family, and enjoyed the summer, taking a long-needed vacation from her job
at a local news-outlet. It was a Wednesday morning, a day like any other for
most people, yet here she was, stumbling along the main-road that ripped its
way throughout the town, the hangover clouding her consciousness. Scents of
baked food, BBQ’s, car exhausts and the summery air all mixed into a sickening
concoction of smells that began a lovely ruffle with her already weakened
stomach.-
She eyed herself in one of the stores big windows as
she walked alongside it. Her elbow long, black, curly hair bouncing in time
with her shaky steps. Under her sunglasses, big bags made themselves
comfortable, last nights make-up still haphazardly strewn across her face. She
felt the walk of shame she had put herself into deep in her soul. Her grey,
crochet cardigan blew in the wind, revealing her strong, slightly muscular
torso, clad by a black tank-top, revealing much of her bronze skin, showing of
the well-rounded form of her breasts. Her gaze continuing onwards to her black
jeans with rips on her upper thighs and knees showing of more of her toned,
bronze legs. Some idiot had spilled Jack Daniel’s and coke on them yesterday;
luckily not much she thought. Finally, she eyed her heeled ankle boots, black
and not very expensive, but they fitted the occasion. Her footing on them did
not seem very secure now, with the ghost of last night pulling on her entire
body, begging her to just lay down on the pavement and fall asleep. As quickly
as her mirror image appeared it vanished again as she walked past a
side-street.-
Looking to escape the noise of the town-centre, she
turned on her heel and entered the alley. No cars drove along this road and
most buildings were comprised of housing, with the occasional brick and mortar
store. A short walk into the street however revealed something that piqued her
interest. Infront of her a café revealed itself. Small and rather quiet, it
sought to imitate a sort of Parisian aesthetic. The front-porch was littered
with metal chairs that all had intricately designed backrests. They were placed
up to typical, round tables with bright white pine wood surfaces. Surrounding
the porch was a wooden fence that had been overgrown by ivy. A wooden skeletal
porch roof putting a nice finishing touch to the area. People sat down, an
ocean of words and voices, enjoying coffee, cakes, and other assorted pastries.
The front of the building itself was entirely clad by a window wall, revealing
an equally kitschy interior. A bar in the very back, serving the black gold,
together with the plethora of foods. the front being invaded by more table and
chair combos that could be found outside.-
“This is what I need now.” Riley thought to herself,
her dry mouth beginning to water at the prospect of a hot caramel coffee.
Approaching the glass door, she eyed the different patrons, trying to discern
their orders to make an informed decision on what to get. As she pushed the
door inwards, an authentic little bell, that hung just above her head, was
pushed by the door and began to ring, filling the room and her entrance with a
pleasant, movie-like aura. The bar currently did not have a line and so Riley
positioned herself opposite of it, inspecting the menu, taking in all the
different options, wondering what actual Europeans would think about this.-
“Hi, hello, and welcome to Pierre’s, what can I get
you?” The chirping voice grated on Riley’s unprepared ears, not because the
noise was bad, but because it popped up unannounced and without warning,
ruining her quite French countryside moment and pulling her right back into her
American home. Across the bar, a young, eager looking guy assumed his assigned
position. Riley didn’t see him being older than twenty-three. His thick, light
brown hair complimented his square face nicely and gave it a much-needed
softness. He was tall, taller than Riley and rather thin, yet his chest seemed
well defined. The baby blue apron that bared the café’s logo clashed with his
black turtleneck. His arms long, the left hand accessorized with a leather
wristband, he cupped his fist with his other hand, waiting for Riley to order.
“Still looking? Need any recommendations?” Riley had not realized that an
awkward amount of time had passed while she scanned him thoroughly.-
“Oh uhm…I’ll take a caramel coffee please!” Riley
cleared her throat, her body still in shambles, she glanced around the room,
looking for a free seat. “Coming right up” The barista answered. Before he
turned around, she could catch a glimpse on his nametag. “Brian” her mind read.
“Could not have been more generic huh?” Riley absentmindedly watched Brian
prepare her order and paid for it as he handed it out to her, wishing her a
wonderful Wednesday in the same overzealous tone that he greeted her in. She
wondered if he had an alliteration prepared for every day. A Top Tier Tuesday?
Fabolous Friday perhaps? She sat down in the corner, placing her coffee on the
available coaster, putting her bag on the chair next to her and withdrawing her
phone from it. Before unlocking it, she took a sip of her beverage and sighed
as the liquid paradise refreshed her body, mind and soul, gifting her new
life.-
She opened her phone, followed by her gallery, and
began scrolling through last nights pictures. It was her best friend’s birthday
party. Part of the reason why she had come to visit her old home on her
vacation. Photos of cheering, drinking people, couples making out, drinking
games being played and songs being sung. And then there he was, her
one-night-stand from last night. She did not even remember his name. Why should
she anyway? All he did was eat her out for all of five seconds, just to shove
his prick up her bone-dry vagina after which he proceeded to cum all over her
fancy blouse, that she wore yesterday and then had to replace with this black
tank top that belonged to Paige, her best friend. One of the worst sexual
encounters she ever had. Frustrated she let her phone fall to the table, the
screen locking once more. Riley placed her lips back onto the rim of her glass
to take another sip, hoping this beautiful thing would wash all of yesterday’s
bad tastes away.-
Not only was she frustrated, but she also still felt a
deep need for dick inside her. Considering how abruptly last night ended for
her, she was not surprised by how horny she still had been all day. But no one
else at the party truly tickled her fancy, promising her what she needed. She
began to think, mentally working her way through all the man she knew that
still lived around here. Who would be up for meeting an old friend and catching
up on the good old times? The more she meandered through her old contacts and
the emptier her coffee grew, the more desperate she became. “Fucking hell.”
Riley exclaimed under her breath, closing her contacts, and looking around the
café. She couldn’t just pick someone here now could she? She was the only one
that sat alone at her table anyhow and she would certainly not walk up to
someone that had a conversation partner and ask them to pound last nights
memories out of her.-
“Hi, hello and welcome…” The rest of this sentence
fading away in Riley’s mind as this grating voice grabbed her attention one
more time. “I mean he looks cute I guess” she thought to herself, rubbing her
index finger across her puffy lips, biting the lower one. If he was truly cute
or simply fulfilled the necessary criteria of not having a dedicated
conversation partner and being male, she was not sure. Whatever the case she
waited for the new customer to finish his order, then she emptied her glass,
placed it on the table with an encouraged thump and stood up, approaching the
bar once more. She deserved to have a bit of fun before her flight back in two
days, she convinced herself.-
“Hey, you, what can I do for you” Brian asked as soon
as Riley entered his sphere of influence, like a character in a video game,
eager to present his quest. “Hey there Brian…uhm…I’m going to make this
quick.” Riley leaned against the counter, her head slumped onto her chest,
eyeing her shoes before looking back up into Brian’s face, his expression
barely able to hold back the anticipation. “Are you single Brian?” It took him
a moment to process what he had been asked. “I am, yeah!” A nervous smile
overwhelming his lips, unsure what to expect. “Cool, cool…” Riley cleared her
throat. “Uhm…when will your shift end?” Brian turned around, his eyes
piercing the big clock behind him. “I will have my break in fifteen minutes,
why?” Riley looked around; a conspiring look on her face. “You are cute, love
how you handle the store.” She began picking on one of her fingernails. “Want
to meet up during your break and get in some proper relaxation?” a puzzled expression followed Riley’s
statement. “Proper relaxation? Do you mean what I think you mean?” Brian lifted
one eyebrow. “Look, I won’t explain it here right now, meet me in the women’s
bathroom in fifteen minutes if you want to have a bit of fun and return to your
shift with a grin on your face, okay?” Riley smacked the top of the counter and
returned back to her bag and seat.-
As the end of the fifteen minutes grew closer, Riley
made her way towards the women’s bathroom, throwing one final wink towards
Brian, which was being met with a still slightly unsure and confused smirk. Was
she really going to do this? Fucking a stranger in the bathroom-stall in a café
in her hometown? That was something she had never done before, yet the thought
actually began to excite her, a wave of adrenaline washing over her as she
opened the restroom door, looking at the inside and determining the far most
stall to be suitable. As she approached it, she heard the door creak behind
her. Turning around, she noticed Brian standing in the foyer of the restroom,
looking around anxiously, eyeing himself in the mirror above the sinks. Riley
sighed. “Over here!” she silently shouted towards him. Brian jumped and then
quickly walked over to her. “Hey… uhm… so now what?” Brian stood in front
of her, Riley’s back turned towards the stall. “What do you think silly? Now we
fuck” Riley chuckled, grabbed the neck of his sweater and pulled Brian in for a
kiss.-
His narrow lips felt soft on hers, his tongue
passionately swirling around hers. As innocent as he presented himself, he
surely didn’t do this for the first time. Brian’s hand gently placed on Riley’s
cheek he pulled her in closer. Riley’s breasts pressed against his chest, his
hand caressing over her lower back. She pulled him into the stall, making sure
the toilet-seat is all the way down before she ripped herself away from his
deep kisses, sitting down on the lid and haphazardly tugging on his apron. “Wow
you are truly in need huh?” He voiced under his breath. “Less talking, more
doing!” Riley swiftly answered, dropping the apron to the ground. Her body warm
in lust and anticipation, her crotch tingling as she began to work the button
of his pants. Once released, his pants slid to the ground, revealing tight
boxershorts that presented the outline of an erect cock, restrained by the
fabric. Riley looked up at him, her eyes big and excited. She placed her lips
on the bulge and began to kiss it, the fabric warm on her lips, the heat
radiating off his penis. Grabbing the trim of his boxershorts, she pulled them
down, which caused the rock-hard shaft to spring up and hit her under her chin.
Riley and Brian chuckled in unison before she turned her attention towards the
tasty treat that swayed right beneath her face. A long, thick shaft protruding
from his hips, clean shaven and accompanied by low hanging balls. Its weight
caused it to bend downwards slightly paired with a curve to the left. He was
uncut and a little flap of skin covered the pinkish, bulging tip. Riley usually
did not have to deal with them but right now it did not matter to her. She
quickly wrapped her fingers around the rod, gently pulling back the foreskin,
the girthy tip peaking out. She placed her lips on it, suckling and running her
tongue all over it. A grunt left Brian’s mouth. “Shush! Be quite!” Riley said,
cock in one hand, the other slapping his thigh. She grinned and locked her lips
back around his throbbing cock. This time completely enveloping the tip and
subsequently sliding down the entire length, her nose bumping into his hip. As
she retreated her head, she felt that Brian had laid his hand on the back of
her head, pressing her back down onto him.-
He began to thrust his hip into her, sounds of gagging
and slurping filling the bathroom. “He definitely got the memo now” Riley
thought to herself as his meaty cock shoved its way in and out of her mouth and
down her throat. Something must have clicked within him, changed, and Riley
enjoyed that change thoroughly, this is what she had hoped for. She slid one
hand down to her pants, unbuttoning them as best as she could while Brian
proceeded to fuck her mouth and then pressed her hands under her panties, her
fingers rubbing across her clit along the way to her entrance to collect her
moisture. She had been wet since he grabbed her head, she enjoyed being used
like that, something about it felt so filthy and yet so arousing to her.
Riley’s fingertips hastily danced around her clit, pressing it, rubbing it, and
pinching it, wanting to wring out all the pent-up frustration and lust from it,
all while Brian’s balls continuously slapped against her cleft chin. A cough
and some more gagging prompted him to withdraw his shaft from Riley’s mouth.
She scrambled to catch her breath. “Jesus, feels like you needed this too!” Her
lung expanding in between words, fighting for air. “Long week” Brian answered,
baring his teeth in a lopsided smile. “Hope you can do that to my pussy too!”
Riley stood up and turned around, her tight ass rubbing against his bulging and
pulsating cock. Brian immediately grabbed the trim of her jeans, only to barely
pull it down halfway down her upper thighs, leaving her legs pressed together
slightly.-
Brian grabbed the base of his cock, pressing the tip
against Riley’s dripping folds, the head gleefully sliding up and down her
thick, puffy, willing pussy lips. Each thrust sending sharp pulses of intense
craving through her entire body, clouding her senses, and filling her mind with
nothing but desire and lust and the willingness to do anything just to be
impaled on him. “Just put it in already!” She whispered, her head over her
shoulder. On command, Brian laid his hands onto her hips, gripping tightly, his
fingers gently burrowing into her skin before pulling her back onto himself,
his rod parting her, conquering her, and filling out every inch of her pussy.
“Fuck, you are tight!” He moaned as he moved back, gaining momentum for another
thrust. Riley grabbed the cistern of the toilet, searching for an ounce of
stability and a way to release the immense pleasure this pure, raw claiming of
her pussy gifted her. One hand began to cover her mouth, to muffle her moans
and screams of ecstasy, while Brian continued to ravage her, pressing himself
into her and pulling her onto him, it felt like his entire being would enter
her any second now. He took what he was offered and then some and Riley loved
it, loved Brian for the way he was fucking her in that moment, and loved this
wonderful Wednesday.-
She looked back at him over her shoulder again. The
image of a man, taking what he wanted, conquering, and claiming, grunting, and
growling presented itself to her. This man would not stop until he had emptied
himself inside her, filling her to the brim, fulfilling his duty, his purpose
and thus following his carnal desires. He now thrusted into her lap so greedily
that the sound of her asscheeks slapping against him filled the air. The
juices, that had leaked from her pussy smearing across his shaft. She wondered
if anyone could hear them, but then again, she did not care. All she cared for
was being fucked; being taken and filled, claimed, and used. Afterall, she used
him for his dick too, so it was only fair of her letting him use her pussy the
way he saw fit. This thought, paired with the fact that Brian now reached
around her waist, laying his fingers onto her clit, and rubbing it with the
same wildness, that he showed her vagina without mercy, send her over the edge.
“Fuck, I’m…” her moaning growing louder, surpassing the muffling of her teeth
biting onto her fingers. “I’m going… to cum… ahh fuck.” Wave after wave of
muscle contractions in sync with pleasure and joy pulsated through her soul,
washing away the filth of yesterday, the frustration and this pesky hangover.
She rode every wave for as long as she could, savouring its pulses, enjoying
the neurons firing of in her brain and finding pleasure in the weight that
flowed right off of her.-
Only after her ecstasy had ended did she notice that
Brian continued to pound her. Not once did he stop during her orgasm, fucking
her right through it, taking what he needs. She turned her head over her
shoulder once more, her arm now reaching back, grabbing his turtleneck. “Cum!
Cum in me! Just shoot your load inside me!” Brian looked her in the eyes,
witnessing her fervour, he pressed himself thoroughly onto her, his balls
slapping against her drenched lips and the tip of his cock ready to shoot
string after string into her womb. A grunt, twitching of hips and throbbing in
his shaft signalled to Riley that she had accomplished her goal. His cock
exploded into her, pulsating and throbbing with each and every string. It felt
warm, spreading throughout her lower body, enveloping her in a feeling of
comfort and satisfaction. After his throbbing ceased, Brian pulled out his
cock, shivering a little at the sensual overload, pulling up his boxershorts
and pants, leaving the stall and sneaking out of the bathroom, the door
squeaking once again.-
Now Riley stood there, panting, and dripping white,
sticky cum. The past moments replaying across from her on the wall again and
again, the image of Brian coming deep into her. She let his taste roll over her
tongue one more time, savoured the feel of his penis deep inside her and the
proceeded to pull up her panties and pants, feeling herself leaking his cum
into them, and the left the stall. She walked towards the mirror to inspect
herself. Her hair flying all over the place, she took the time to fix it, but
she also noticed a satisfied grin on her face. “Yep, just what I needed!” She
said to herself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. approaching Brian,
that now stood behind the counter again. He merely gave a sly grin before she
beckoned him closer. “Got a piece of paper?” “Sure!” he answered and swiftly
gave a paper towel and a pen. After dotting down her number onto the towel she
grinned, ordered a cream donut for the alibi of talking to Brian once again and
grabbed her bag
and left, but not before winking towards Brian one more time, exchanging a
knowing grin between them.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1029neq/creamdonut_and_coffee