The Coffee Shoppe [FF],[Anal]

Hey everyone! I actually posted this story before about a year ago under a different username. I liked the idea so I’ve rewritten it to expand it a little bit. Hope you all enjoy it! As a FYI, the story is being told through the point of view of a woman.

It was midday when I decided to walk into my favorite coffee shop to finish some work. As always, I ordered a black coffee and took my favorite seat in the back where I could concentrate on my work. Before I was settled in, I notice an ugly scene. Some guy was making a fuss about not getting his coffee the way he wanted. “What a jerk” I thought dismissively and proceeded to bury my face in my spreadsheets. Given that I have a bad tendency to daydream, it only took a mere 10 minutes before I was floating in outer space thinking about how my husband and I should spend our evening. Suddenly, I hear a soft feminine voice, “Don’t you just love assholes?” I look up and see a beautiful little brunette with her perky tits hanging over my head? “Ummm, What?”” I said in a state of shock? Her comment caught me so off guard that I totally lost spatial and contextual awareness. “Umm… I guess it depends whose asshole it is?” I replied reflexively. The look of sheer horror on her face alerted me to the fact that she was, in-fact, being sarcastic; referencing the earlier scene that took place in front of us. “Oh my gosh! I said, “I am so sorry! I literally didn’t mean to say that… I thought… I thought..”. To my surprise, her brief expression of horror was replaced by a mischievous smirk as she said, “Well then, I guess I know what you’re into, now how do you want your coffee?” Totally embarrassed with a face as red as a beet, I say, “just black please”. “Ooo, very masculine” she says. “I had you figured for a tea person”. “Well tea doesn’t give me the rush that black coffee does” “ Ooo, I like that. We got ourselves a little thrill-seeker.” “And them some” I added. “So what other kinds of thrills do you seek” she says as she leans in closer and picks up the empty sugar packets from my table. Her breasts, mere inches away from my face. “Ummm… I…. I …I…” Suddenly, she missteps and her breasts go directly into my face. The split second her breasts and my face made contact, I inhaled as if it was a breath of fresh air. She recovers her step, and to my shock, doesn’t say sorry. Rather, she says, “Ok… I think I know” and slowly walks away. As she does, my eyes follow her, tracing the feminine curves of her body. Not being able to stand the embarrassment, I took my things and got out of there.

That night, I couldn’t concentrate on anything. My husband attempted to initiate sex, but I told him I wasn’t feeling it; despite being incredibly aroused by my brief encounter with the waitress earlier. “I literally can’t believe I said “Depends whose asshole….. I wonder what her asshole looks like…. And what it tastes like… Oh my god, what am I saying?” My mind was quickly spiraling out of control. I was totally fixated on the thought of her. Her fit body with a round voluptuous ass and large perky tits with a waste as small as can be. “She was so gorgeous.” I thought, I would literally eat her asshole if she wanted me to… what? No. I can’t be serious. I must be going crazy. I think its because of the whole shock of the situation. Tomorrow I’ll go back and have another interaction with her. All this nonsense will disappear the more I have exposure to her.

The next day, I followed my regular routine. Got into the coffee shop, took my favorite place and tried to concentrate on my work. After about 30 minutes I became aware that I was looking up from my computer every 30 seconds seeing if I could see the waitress again. I couldn’t believe that I was eager to see her. Suddenly, I find her. She’s standing next to the jerk from the other day and to my total horror, she was flirting with him. I was so incredibly jealous. It was she and I who had that connection, not she and him. I was livid. I was angry at him and I was angry at her for liking that jerk. And worse yet, now she was wearing something even sexier. A short black skirt and a top that made her nipples pop. “Seriously, fuck him. Why does he get to enjoy all of that?” I unconsciously thought. “Fuck her and fuck him. Fuck both of them.” I wrote her off and went back to my spreadsheets. Then, out of nowhere, I hear her voice again. “Hey! You’re back!” in a perky delighted voice. “Well yeah, I’ve been coming here for so long, I feel like this place and everything in it is pretty much my property at this point”. “Oh yeah?” she quips, “Well am I also your property?” At this point, I am becoming noticeably aroused and begin to indulge the flirtation. “Well that depends on you doesn’t it… and what comes with the territory?” I say. “Hmmm, maybe you should do a grounds survey and you’ll find some hidden treasure” “Well, I would love nothing more than to find out”. As I say this, she turns around and begins walking away. As she does, she drops something and bends down to get it. As she does, her tight short skirt begins to ride up and it reveals a shiny crystal butt-plug. The second I see that, my heart starts to pound. I begin to hear my own heartbeat loud in my head as blood rushes to face. In the same instance, my pussy begins to throb and I can feel blood flooding the vessels in and around my pussy. “Holy Christ” were the only words that came to mind when I saw this site. Without skipping a beat, she straightens up and walks back to the front of the café. I look around to see if anyone else had caught a glimpse of that incredible sight, but it seemed like the busy café was too distracted to pay attention to anyone but themselves. Then suddenly, I see that jerk standing not too far from me, also eyeing the waitress. “Could he have also seen it?” I wonder. “Did she do that for me or for him?”. I started to analyze the situation in all ways imaginable to try and figure out what she was doing and for whom? The brief encounter put me in such heat, I could no longer concentrate on anything but her. Only pretending to look back at my work as if I cared about anything but winning her and her asshole. Over then next two hours, she kept flirting with that jerk from before; laughing, giggling, touching his shoulder. All the things I wish she would do to me, she was doing to him. “Damn” I thought. What a little tease. I bet she did that to mess with me” I tried to raise my hand to see if she would come over to pour me another cup of coffee, but she ignored me. And finally; devastation. I saw her clocking out and getting to leave since her shift has ended. I figure, I night as well leave too. I stand up in defeat and begin to heat towards the door. “ Fuck her. And Fuck him” I thought again. As I’m walking out I pass her by and don’t say anything as it looks like she’s about to head out with the jerk that’s she’s been flirting with all day. Just as I’m opening the door, I feel a feminine energy touch my shoulder. “Hey,” she says, “Mike is gonna help me move some furniture to my new apartment, but you should come by after.” My hatred for he runs so deep. “Why are you teasing me again” I thought. I’m not putting myself through this again, so I say “Look, I’m sorry. I can’t do this. You’re nice but..” she abruptly puts her finger to my lips, leans in and whispers in my ear. “I really thought you’d fight harder for what’s yours”. I am left standing speechless. “ My asshole is getting sucked, licked and fucked tonight. If you’re not in the running, it will go to someone else. Just take my number. If I don’t hear from you by 8, I’m letting Mike take what’s yours. Before I even have a chance to answer, she slips me a piece of paper with her number and turns back to the jerk to continue flirting with him. I leave totally in shock. Flabbergasted. I am so angry and turned on at the same time. What a cock-tease that little bitch is. And then I think about that jerk. And how much I can’t stand thinking about him getting her. To cool off, I go to the park and just walk and contemplate on what I should do. I already have a missed call from my husband. I should respond, but my head is too deep in this here. It’s almost 8 and I’m looking at the phone. I’m so conflicted on the inside. On one hand… I haven’t even been with a girl since college. I’m married and at 30, I should be above chasing little 19 year olds who flash their buttholes in my face. I hold my phone and I notice my hand is literally shaking. I’m so nervous, yet aroused. And knots are tying up my stomach. Then…. the simultaneous jealousy and arousal overtake me and I call the number. “Heyy, I’m so glad you called!” she said. “Hey, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to stop by” I said in response. “Not at all, me and Mike were just hanging out. Come over”. I couldn’t believe it. He was still there. I even heard his voice through the phone. My jealous rage would not let this go. I rushed the 5 blocks to her apartment and got up to the 10th floor as fast as I could. As I start to knock on her door, the door opens before my knuckles even make contact with the door. “Hey Mike, well thanks so much for helping me out today. I’m super tired so I’m just going to head to bed. She then sees me and the awkwardness of her lie becomes apparent. But in that moment, I couldn’t have cared less. At that moment, I knew I was about to get everything I had ever wanted. The jerk walks passed me as I totally ignore him and walk into the waitresses apartment. Without even an explanation of why I’m there. I know why I was there… to take what belonged to me. That delicious little asshole of hers that she’s been teasing me for the past two days. The door closes behind the jerk and me and the waitress are finally alone.

“Well… looks like someone finally decided to take what’s theirs.” I didn’t answer. I stepped one food close to her to square off mere inches away from her face. My breathing slows down and becomes heavier. With each breath, I inhale her sweet perfume and it makes me drunk with lust for her. Ding! My text message goes off. It’s my husband, but I ignore it and go in for the kiss. Finally, I have come here to take what’s mine. To my total relief she reciprocates and we begin to passionately and lustfully tongue wrestle. My right hand grabs her luscious breast as my left hand grabs her firm round ass. She begins to moan as I move from her mouth and start to kiss her neck. She hugs me with both hands and embraces me as if I was her one and only true lover. “You’re such a little fucking brat you know that?” I say in between lustful kisses. She doesn’t answer. She continues to moan while I slide my hand under her short little skirt to feel her pussy. “Jesus!” I thought. I’ve never felt a pussy this wet before. She was drenched so much that a streak of pussy juice was slowly making its way down her leg. I take a pause to look at that, which inevitably makes me wetter than I can remember. “I’m all yours baby” she says, “Do anything you want with me” . I take that as a sign of total capitulation and turn her around. Finally, it was time to devour the asshole that had started all of this drama. I lift up her worthless little skirt and reveal the same buttplug still inside of her. I bring my face ever so close to it; mere millimeters away and breath heavily into it. I grab the buttplug with my teeth and slowly take it out of her, revealing a mini-gape. The sight of this perfection has my pussy throbbing I start to touch myself because I don’t want any of these sensations to stop. I move once again closer to her asshole, my lips are just barely hovering above the beautiful brown rim of her chocolate starfish. I tease myself. I just stay there for a moment to feel the electric sensation between my lips and her holy asshole. Finally, I throw all caution to the wind and capitulate to every one of my lustful urges. I dive in with my tongue into her perfect little gape and kiss, suck and tongue-fuck at a ravenous speed. Hearing her moan as I devour her asshole get me even more wet and I start to get lost in my sensations. I notice her pussy is dripping wet but my instinct tells me not to touch her pussy. Now its my time to punish her for all that she’s put me through today. “Please baby stick your fingers in my pussy” she says, “No. That’s only for good girls” I say taking a small pause from eating her asshole. “Please!” she moans. To which I respond with a slap on her ass. After some time eating her ass, I turn her around and kiss her. Just now, I realize I’m still dressed and quickly strip so that our bodies can touch. I hug her such that our breasts are touching one another’s and look her deep in the eyes. “Do you know what you put me through today you spoiled little brat?” “Well I guess you’ll have to punish me even more” she responds with an evil smirk. I then take her to the bedroom and throw her on the bed. With lustful energy so powerful, it made us lose track of time. I start to hear my phone vibrate. I quickly look at the time and already 9pm. My husband must be worried sick and looking for me. And the vibrating won’t stop. Fuck it, I thought. And while my husband was calling; causing my phone to vibrate, I place it against her clit as I finally decide I’m ready to give her what she wants. I press the phone against her clit with me left hand, stick my tongue in her asshole and begin to slowly insert my fingers into her drenched pussy. She starts to squirm like a fish out of water, but I won’t let up. Her breathing fast and deep and she’s having trouble keeping in whatever is urging to come out. But the phone keeps ringing. I finger her faster and faster, while pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her ass. And the phone keeps vibrating. I briefly glance at it “30 missed calls” one after the other. But I don’t care. I’ve lost track of time; what is up and what is down. My entire existence is the body of this gorgeous waitress whom I need to punish and pleasure for putting me through so much emotional distress. Faster and faster I push my fingers in. Deeper and deeper I stick my tongue in. She’s panting. She’s frantic. With what strength she has left, manages to whisper, “My asshole belongs to you baby” and with that, I give a final thrust with my fingers and tongue and she explodes. Fluid begins to gush out of her and drenches my entire breasts. Her body goes into convulsions as I maintain contact with her ass and my mouth. At first, I thought this was it… but the explosion made me even more wild for he. She got hers, now its time for me to get mine. I flip her over and mount her so that our pussies are rubbing against each other. I start to thrust against her soaking wet pussy. “Oh my god baby” she barely says. “I want you so bad” . Thrusting and thrusting, everything starts to become white in my vision. I realize I had let go of the phone which was still vibrating. One missed call after another. And still it wouldn’t stop. A brief glance (48 missed calls). Fuck it I thought. I take the phone and place it just at the tip of our pussies so out clits can feel my husband calling while I thrust deeply into her. Faster, faster and faster. And the phone continues to vibrated and vibrate and vibrates. I’m going so fast, I have transcended into another dimension. The pleasure engulfs my body so completely that I become totally drunk on euphoria. And still I won’t stop thrusting. She moans. “Baby, I belong to you.” And with one last buzz, I am set over the edge. “Fuuuuuuck!” I scream as a convulsive orgasm swallows my entire body. My tummy muscle spasm as my pussy experiences delight I’ve never felt before. A release so powerful, it takes away all the worry and stress I’ve accumulated up to that point. I lean into her to embrace and kiss her. Finally, a moment to rest. I press her close to myself with an embrace of total love and affection. As if it were fate… the phone finally stops vibrating. “I guess he finally got tired” I say out loud. “He’s not the only one” the waitress quips briefly. I chuckle and embrace her tighter. I don’t know what awaits for me when I get home, but in this moment; I am truly happy.

The End.

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