Burnt Coffee [M/F]

My first ever erotic story; be kind. Or degrading. Either one, I guess.

The smell of over-cooked coffee wafted again from the drink station as the front door swung open with a shrill but melodic “ding dong” and stirred the air. Keri made yet another nagging mental note to start a fresh pot before looking up to greet the familiar customer who’d just walked in. “Hey, Gary! Welcome to Quick Stop. How are you today?” Gary, with his name patch on his oil-stained
uniform shirt and his typical white stubble transitioning into a salt-n-pepper beard, waved a dismissive greeting as he made his way to the beer cave. Mr. Wattel, emerging from the snack aisle, placed
his purchases on the counter, including his smoldering cup of coffee, the pungency of which nearly made Keri retch. “Anything else?” she asked, dutifully. “No, ma’am.” His polite reply.

“Ding Dong”, the door shrieked again. Keri glanced up. “Good morning! Welcome to Quick Stop.” She didn’t recognize the man. “Okay, it’s ready.” Mr. Wattel inserted his debit card into the point of sale system and withdrew it swiftly, only giving it time for two grunted beeps. “Thank you. Have a nice day!”

The stench of burnt coffee has turning Keri’s stomach, so now was the time to finally pour it out. She glided from behind the counter towards the drink station, where she took the distilled coffee and poured it down the drain of the soda fountain. Just as the last ounces cleared the orange-rimmed carafe, she felt a shiver go up her spine. Stiffening just a bit, she glanced around her, unsure of why
she suddenly felt . . . exposed? Yeah, exposed was right. Like she was being watched. As she looked back over her shoulder, she thought she caught they gaze of the unfamiliar customer from the cooler for the Coke products. He averted his eyes at first, then looked back to meet hers.
He wasn’t a very remarkable looking man; average height, heavy set, wavy brown hair swept to the side, where the locks terminated in tight ringlets, and a neatly trimmed reddish brown beard. Dusty tan canvas work pants, brown boots caked in the same grey dust, black v-neck tucked in. But his eyes… his eyes arrested her. They looked blue at this distance. She felt his attention freezing her in place. At length, he smiled warmly.

Hi.” His voice seemed deep for his height. The sound of it snapped her out of her paralysis. “Good morning.” She chimed in her most professional voice. He turned his attention to an empty slot in the cooler. “Hey, so, ahh… I’m not seeing any Coke Zero. Are you out? Is there maybe some in the back of the cooler?” He shrugged sheepishly, knowing that it was an annoying question. “I can check.” Keri answered. He nodded with another warm smile. “Thanks. Sorry.” His eyes met hers again, but this time she noticed the dimples hiding beneath the bits of grey creeping up his beard from the jawline. His thick brown waves also showed the occasional strand of silver, particularly around the temples. His dimples disarmed the anxiety she’d felt seconds before.

“Oh, it’s no problem.” She placed the empty glass carafe back on the burner and turned for the cooler entrance. Inside, there were no Coke Zeros waiting to be stocked. She emerged to find him waiting by the cooler door. “I’m sorry, sir, I don’t see any back here.” His mouth curled into a playful frown. “Well, darn. Thanks anyway.” He punctuated his final words with a wink and walked back to make another selection. Keri caught herself smiling from the wink. As she walked past the coolers and back to the front counter, she caught him glancing at her discreetly over his shoulder.

A few customers required her attention, but she kept catching him glancing at her as he browsed the aisles. He isn’t bad looking, she told herself, then wondered why she was even thinking about him.
Even as she began to chide herself, another alarming smell intruded upon her thoughts. The empty carafe on the burner was beginning to scorch. Everyone seemed to notice at once, sniffing at the air and turning to see the source of the acrid aroma. Keri gasped involuntarily when she realized what she’d done. Why had she placed an empty pot on the burner? Then she remembered; the man had
just had her locked in place with his gaze. Had she really been distracted that easily? She moved swiftly to the drink station to fix her mistake but turned the corner to find the man standing there
holding the empty pot. “Hey, I think maybe I caused this.” He offered apologetically. “You were right in the middle of making a new pot when I side-tracked you to check the cooler.” His eyes met hers again. Again, she felt them burning into her.

“Oh, it’s not your fault.” She pulled a pouch of coffee grounds from the cabinet beneath the station and placed it in the brewer. He slid the carafe back onto the burner as the “snap-whirr” of the brewer
clicked on. “Thank you, sir.” Keri turned to return to the front. “No problem, cutie.” Her stride faltered and she looked over her shoulder to see him watching her for a reaction. Cutie? Is he trying to flirt with me? The thought gave her a thump of adrenaline.

He hovered casually around the store as she finished ringing up other customers. When the other customers had left, he finally approached the counter. Keri felt a nervous wave wash over her as he approached. “Did you find everything you need, sir?” He placed his items on the counter and studied her name badge. “Yes, Keri, almost everything.” Hearing his voice say her name made her melt a little. Keri still wasn’t sure why he was having this effect on her. “Almost?”, she asked, trying not to look him in the eyes. He leaned in, ruining her efforts. His eyes weren’t blue. They were blue and green; hazel. She caught herself pausing to study the transition from blue on the outside to green on
the inside and blushed. His boyish grin widened into a broad smile. “Yeah. Almost.” He left the words to linger in the air, toying with her.

She tried to remain professional despite her cheeks growing hot. “Is… Is there something else I can help you find, sir?” He glanced away for a beat before turning back to her. “Your number.” He fidgeted with his debit card, tapping it on the counter. He seemed to be squirming or bouncing nervously. Keri found it adorable. “You want my number?” He glanced away again. “Yeah. Among other things.” His eyes turned back to her. “But let’s start with your number. Whaddya say?”

She studied him for a second, trying to decide if him shooting his shot so brazenly was a turn on or a red flag. His eyes flicked up and down her body, just briefly, before looking back into hers. She felt herself start to fidget under his scrutiny. She didn’t give an answer, but her final decision came out as an exasperated huff of resignation. He grinned again and slid his phone across the counter. Wordlessly, she sent herself a text message. Her phone buzzed on the shelf beneath the counter
“I’m Keri.” She said before realizing that he’d already called her by name. She handed his phone back to him. “I’m Rick.” He glanced over the info on his screen, then typed “rick” and sent it as a text. “You busy tonight?” Her phone buzzed again under the counter. “I guess that depends.” He tucked his phone back into his pocket. “I’m thinking maybe get a bite to eat? Somewhere around here? How about Infantino’s? You ever eat there?” She thought as she scanned his items. “Yeah, that little Italian place next to the pawn shop. Yeah, I like that. Sure.” He tapped his debit card on the pad. “How’s seven sound?” She put his items into a bag and handed him his receipt. “Sure.” Why am I agreeing to this so quickly? She asked herself. “Okay, I’ll see you then.” He collected his things and, without another word, walked out the door.

With a sigh, Keri scrolled through selections of shows to watch on Netflix. Nothing seemed particularly interesting tonight. Her date with Rick had gone quite well, despite her initial misgivings. His intense eyes had caught her off guard more than once, but his initial forwardness seemed to have taken a back seat. He’d been polite, interesting, and had gone out of his way to ask her questions about herself instead of trying to control the conversation. Despite being a good bit older than her, he seemed very down to earth and accessible. And that was the problem. After dinner, he’d texted
her once, and only once, to tell her that he’d had a good time. It had been two days, and she was starting to wonder if he’d lost interest.

Her phone buzzed. She dropped the TV remote and snatched it up. Sure enough, it was Rick. Finally!

“Hey, you busy tomorrow night?”
“I have a double shift tomorrow. Friday?”
“I’ve got a family function Friday. I’d like to see you again, though.”
“Me too. I was beginning to wonder, lol”
“Lol, sorry. I’m not up to date on dating etiquette. Did I wait too long?”
“Lol, nah, ur fine.”
“I’m fine, huh? I guess I made an impression. You’re pretty fine yourself.”
“OMG, lol, you’re too much. Wyd now?”
“Not much. Was about to hit the hay. What’s up?” “I’m bored and snackish. I know it’s late, but since we’re both busy for the next couple days, we could do something now. Idk.”
“Yeah, I’m down. Whatcha got in mind?”
“Idk. Wanna bring a pizza and hang out? I’m bored af.”
“Your place?”
“Yeah.
I my night vision isn’t so good.”
“Aight, I’ll grab something and head over. Any preference?”
“Little Caesar’s is cheap. You okay with that?”
“Hey, cheap ain’t bad when you’re hungry. Shoot me your addy.”
She typed in the address and hit send. Umm… Did I just invite him over to Neftlix and Chill? She giggled at herself. I guess we’ll see. She looked around her apartment, judging whether or not it
was clean enough. She decided that the panties that had fallen from the laundry basket next to the couch should probably be put away, and was alarmed when she realized that her vibrator was still sitting on the end table of the couch. She tucked it into the drawer just as the knock came. He’d gotten there quickly.

Keri opened the door to see Rick with pizza box and a six pack of Guinness in hand. “Hey, sorry, I stopped by the store to pick up some beer. I don’t know if you’re into the dark stuff or not, but I am, so I brought my own.” Keri fought the urge to roll her eyes. Of course he’s a beer snob. “No worries, come on in!” She took the pizza from him and set it on the coffee table, taking the opportunity to look him over. He was wearing grey sweatpants and another v-neck. He smelled like body wash and hair conditioner. She’d probably caught him fresh from the shower. “Welcome to my place; sorry if it’s messy.” She knew full well she had just picked up the place, but somehow the obligatory apology
seemed appropriate.

He glanced around. “Nah, it’s a nice place. I like it. And who’s this little guy?” He turned his smile to the calico cleaning itself on the windowsill. Keri laughed. “She…” and she paused to let it sink in “is Molly. All calicos are female.” Rick nodded. “Sure, yeah, I knew that. She’s gorgeous.”
“Thanks! Have a seat. Do you have any pets?” Rick took the chair across from the sofa. “Yeah, I have
a pit-lab mix. She’s a rescue.” Without being prompted, Rick pulled his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled up a picture of Roxy. As Keri attempted to take the phone from his hand,
it slipped and tumbled to the floor. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” She scooped it up, but instead of the glimpse of a brindle rescue she’d caught, there was a fully naked woman on the screen, on her
back, legs spread, being penetrated and choked, with eyeliner running down her cheeks and red welts speckling her nude body and the watermark of a porn website in the corner. The sight of it sent a
shock through her. “Holy shit!” she cried involuntarily.

Rick’s expression changed to one of mortified horror. “Oh my God, uhh . . . I’m sorry!” He reached to take the phone from Keri’s hand, but she suddenly snatched it away. “Wait a second.” Keri
studied the image. This woman looks… no way… she looks like me! Rick’s hand trembled slightly as he held it out. Keri looked up at him with a glimmer in her eye. “She could be my twin, almost.” It was true. The woman being penetrated in the photo shared many similarities with Keri. Her skin tone, her body shape, her proportions, even her hair and eye color. The face even bore some similarities. Keri felt a familiar warmth begin to grow within her as she handed the phone back to Rick.

“I’m real sorry, I should have closed the browser-“ Keri cut him off “Oh, it’s fine. I don’t care that you look at porn.” She let that linger in the air for a second before continuing. “Who’s the model?” Rick’s cheeks were bright red. “Uh, she’s, uh… Callie Callisto. She’s my fav.” Keri plucked the phone from
Rick’s hand again without asking and scrolled through the gallery of Callie’s photos. It was clearly a kink website, and the girl clearly resembled Keri. She handed him the phone back again.

“So, I guess I’m your type, huh?” She tried to sound good-natured in order to diffuse the situation, though her mind raced with questions. “Well, I mean… yeah. You’re obviously really beautiful. And
when I met you a few days ago, yeah, I guess the resemblance blew me away and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. But, I don’t want you to think that I’m wanting you to be her, or that I’m trying to
make you into her or anything…”

“No, it’s fine, I get it.” An awkward silence hung in the air. “So, you’re into BDSM?” Rick’s eyes flickered with delight. “Eh, I mean, some, I guess. More like dom/sub stuff.” He relaxed back into his chair. “So, which are you? I’m guessing you’re a dom?” “Yeah, I guess. Yeah….” Rick’s hands were trembling on the arms of the chair. Is that adrenaline making him shaky? “She looks like me . . . have you been
fantasizing about choking me?” Keri gave him a flirtatious wink, still hoping to get his nerves calmed. It had the opposite effect. His expression changed to the deer in the headlights. “Uhh . . . “ She noticed his sweatpants were starting to point at the ceiling. He followed her line of sight to his crotch and then met her eyes, then his demeanor changed. “Yeah” he breathed. “Yeah, I have. I’ve been fantasizing about you since dinner the other night.” That smoldering intensity in his eyes had returned.

Keri felt herself sink back into the couch just a bit. “Oh yeah?” The idea of him fantasizing about her might have been creepy at some other time, but in this moment it was hot. Not only was she exactly
his type, but she’d had such an impact on him that he’d been looking at porn that might as well have been of her. Had he been touching himself? To fantasies of her? She slid a little lower on the couch and met his gaze confrontationally. He leaned forward, hesitated, and then stood and crossed over to sit next to her on the couch.

“Yeah.” He answered quietly. His eyes raced up and down her body and he began to lean in her direction. Keri felt butterflies in her stomach and she closed her eyes. “Like what?”
She felt his hand on her face first, then his lips on hers. The whiskers of his beard tickled. She reached up and touched his face, and the kiss continued. Within seconds, his hand travelled down her body slowly, and he pulled away. “Well, first, that.” They both smiled before the kiss resumed. His lips parted and his tongue invited hers out to play. They mingled as the butterflies churned and breathing became shaky. His second hand found her thigh and the first found the hem of her shirt and worked
its way underneath to touch her skin. Keri felt herself melting at his touch. Breathlessly, between kisses she whispered “I’m a sub, daddy.”

That set off something inside of Rick, and his hands exploded up under her shirt, lifting it off of her and exposing her bra. He reached around her with the confidence and dexterity of a seasoned lover and unhooked it, spilling her bare breasts out for him to behold. Without asking, he lunged into them,
taking one breast in each hand and alternating between them, licking, kissing, sucking, squeezing. Keri’s fingers probed his brown curls, grabbing handfuls and holding on. Rick then pulled away, sat
up, and in one swift motion grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, tossing it onto the box of still hot pizza sitting on the coffee table. He reached down and grabbed her lounging shorts by the elastic band, pulling them down her thighs, over her knees, off her ankles, and discarded them.

Before he could plunge in again, Keri reached down and groped the bulge in his sweatpants. His cock was rock hard, and it felt girthy. She attempted to glide her fingers down his belly and into his pants, but the sensation of her fingers on his abdomen tickled and made him gasp and squirm. Before she could try again, he grabbed her ankles and threw them over his shoulders, sliding down onto his knees on the floor. He planted kisses on the crotch of her panties, then ran his fingers up and down, feeling her shapes beneath the cotton fabric. The feeling of his fingers exploring her made her quiver. Then, gently and formally, he took her panties by the band and pulled them down, then off, and made a show of gingerly plopping them on the floor next to the couch.

“Yeah.” He answered quietly. His eyes raced up and down her body and he began to lean in her direction. Keri felt butterflies in her stomach and she closed her eyes. “Like what?” She felt his hand on her face first, then his lips on hers. The whiskers of his beard tickled. She reached up and touched his face, and the kiss continued. Within seconds, his hand travelled down her body slowly, and he pulled away. “Well, first, that.” They both smiled before the kiss resumed. His lips parted and his tongue invited hers out to play. They mingled as the butterflies churned and breathing became shaky. His second hand found her thigh and the first found the hem of her shirt and worked its way underneath to touch her skin. Keri felt herself melting at his touch. Breathlessly, between kisses she whispered “I’m a sub, daddy.”

That set off something inside of Rick, and his hands exploded up under her shirt, lifting it off of her and exposing her bra. He reached around her with the confidence and dexterity of a seasoned lover and unhooked it, spilling her bare breasts out for him to behold. Without asking, he lunged into them, taking one breast in each hand and alternating between them, licking, kissing, sucking, squeezing. Keri’s fingers probed his brown curls, grabbing handfuls and holding on. Rick then pulled away, sat up, and in one swift motion grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, tossing it onto the box of still hot pizza sitting on the coffee table. He reached down and grabbed her lounging shorts by the elastic band, pulling them down her thighs, over her knees, off her ankles, and discarded them.

Before he could plunge in again, Keri reached down and groped the bulge in his sweatpants. His
cock was rock hard, and it felt girthy. She attempted to glide her fingers down his belly and into his pants, but the sensation of her fingers on his abdomen tickled and made him gasp and squirm. Before she could try again, he grabbed her ankles and threw them over his shoulders, sliding down onto his knees on the floor. He planted kisses on the crotch of her panties, then ran his fingers up and
down, feeling her shapes beneath the cotton fabric. The feeling of his fingers exploring her made her quiver. Then, gently and formally, he took her panties by the band and pulled them down, then
off, and made a show of gingerly plopping them on the floor next to the couch.
Exposed, she watched his expression as he beheld her for the first time. Her labia slowly fell open as he stared, salivating. With one cursory glance back up into her eyes, he bent down and took as much of her into his mouth as he could, sucking in gently and probing between her labia with his tongue. The initial rush made Keri’s eyes roll back in her head, and she collapsed back against the couch as his tongue first explored inside of her, then up and down the length of her slit, and then locating her clit. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass and pinched them as he sucked her clit into his mouth and swished it back and forth with his tongue.

Keri wrapped her legs around his head as he licked her, every moment growing more and more aggressive until he was devouring her rather than eating her. The throbbing in her loins grew until the trembling overtook her legs, her moaning alerting the neighbors to her orgasm. When the waves of pleasure had subsided, Rick stood, triumphant, and presented his bulge for her to finally explore.

“Take it out.” He demanded. Obediently, she sat up and pulled down at the front of his sweatpants, freeing his erection. It stood, like a monument, pointed at her face, pre-cum dribbling from the end. He was trimmed and smelled like body wash and musk. “Take your hair down.” He demanded. She took down her ponytail. “Suck it.”

She pulled his pants down to his knees before taking his girth into her mouth. The salty pre-cum spread over her tongue as she took him as deep as she could. She worked cautiously at first, gently up and down, enjoying the textures of his cock and the sound of his heavy breathing, but within moments he pushed the back of her head, forcing his cock into her throat, causing her to gag. He held her head down for what seemed like an eternity, and her gag reflex made her stomach convulse several times before he turned loose. Tears streamed from her eyes and she gasped for breath. She looked up and him for approval only to receive a slap to the face. “Do it again, whore.” With no further warning, he grabbed her by the hair pulled her back down onto his cock, again holding himself in her throat for many breaths before letting her go. She retched and gasped for air. “Yes, daddy.” She choked out.

She began sucking him again, not quite able to force herself down onto him as far as he’d pushed her, but still trying to deep throat. After a minute or so, he slapped her again, then reached down and pinched both nipples and twisted. “You’re my whore now, you understand? Do you understand me, you filthy slut?”

She looked up to see the mask of his dominance slipping ever so slightly. He was playing his part for her, so she would play her part for him. “Use me, daddy.” He pulled her up by the wrist, turned her over on the coffee table, and penetrated her from behind. He was gentle about the entry, but as soon as he was firmly within her, he pulled both arms back and used them to hold her body in place as he began thrusting. His cock seemed to swell inside of her with every thrust, the rim of his head making distinct sensations as it worked in and out. After a moment, he let one arm go and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red welt. Then he slapped the same spot again. Then again. The pain nearly caused her to break character, but he stopped after three swats and put one leg up on the table to change his angle. He took that free hand and reached up and around to take her by the throat, and squeezed the sides of her neck firmly but not painfully.

The loss of bloodflow caused Keri’s world to go fuzzy. He released her just before the darkness took her, and the resulting explosion of clouds and lightning overwhelmed her. When her head cleared, she found that she had been rolled over, and he was standing below her, holding both heels up in the air, thrusting and moaning. The orgasmic waves began to overtake her again as Rick sucked her toes.
Her moans seemed to bring him to the edge, and as she began to quiver, he demanded “Push me out. Squeeze that pussy and push me out. I want you tight. I’m gonna cum in you.”

She moaned “I… I… I’m not… I’m not…” He cut her off. “I don’t care. This pussy is getting filled right now.” “But I… I…” Her words turned into squeaks as her orgasm took control. Just as it reached its crescendo, she felt his plunging slow, heard his painful grunt, and felt warmth inside of her. He really had cum inside her. He continued to move within her, slowly in and out, until he finally fell out, limp and satisfied. He helped her sit up and asked where to find the restroom. They walked there together, both huffing and sweating.

“I wasn’t lying” she said at length. “I’m not on the pill.” Rick, using a wash rag to wipe sweat from his face, and then wiping the dripping combination of their juices from his cock, gave her a wink and said “Vasectomy.”

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