Tucker awoke the following morning all smiles. He had found a way to both personally benefit from Ella’s financial hardship and also help her out. And the best part was, he didn’t have to do it by nefarious methods—not that he would have. Everything perfectly fell into his lap and ended up working out beautifully.
He went through his day wondering how often he could see himself calling her to come over. Truth was, Tucker was constantly horny about something. He imagined he’d be calling on her a lot. But his desire was to really spice things up. Having her come to his house every time for a quickie might get boring after a while.
If she was at his beck and call — he was going to see just how far he could push things.
Standing online at Starbucks, he pulled out his phone and texted her.
“Hey,” he wrote.
“Hey there,” she replied.
“Send me a selfie,” he wrote, including a winky face.
A second later, a selfie arrived. Ella was beautiful, petit. Curly blonde hair, small perky tits. Piercing green eyes and the cutest smile ever. He smirked.
“What are you up to?” He asked.
“I’ve got about two hours in between work. Just sitting on the couch. You?”
“I’m at Starbucks,” he wrote. “On Hillcrest. Why don’t you … meet me here? That selfie has me a little turned on. I might need you to help me out.”
“In the Starbucks?” She wrote.
He smirked. “They’ve got a bathroom.”
There was a lull in the conversation. She didn’t respond.
He opened his Venmo app and sent her $50 as a tip. He’d already agreed to pre-pay $1,000 a month for three months for her services. It was the amount of money Ella said she would need to help cover some expenses and maybe give up one of her part time gigs to take care of her ailing mother.
As soon as she saw the tip, she texted to say she was on her way and wanted, of course, a pumpkin spice latte.
Twelve minutes later, Ella skipped into the Starbucks. She was wearing Uggs, black leggings and a blousy white sweater. She smirked when she saw him. He held up her latte, which she took from him. She kissed him on the cheek and they sat down and talked briefly about work and their days before he looked towards the bathroom and grinned.
“The thing I like about this Starbucks is that the bathrooms are hidden off in the back.”
He took his coffee and walked away. A moment later, Ella followed, entering the bathroom.
“Hey,” she whispered.
“Hi,” he said, unzipping his pants.
“What’ll it be today, sir?” She asked.
“Hmmmmmm,” Tucker said, pondering his choices, clucking his tongue.
“May I offer a suggestion?” Ella said, grinning.
“Of course,” Tucker said with a smirk.
Ella dropped to her knees and pulled Tucker’s cock out. He was already hard, which made her grin. She put him in her mouth and gagged slightly, wretching as she struggled him down her throat.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he pushed her hair away so he could watch her suck him off. She spat on his cock and jerked it quickly.
“Fuck my throat,” she whispered.
Tucker grabbed onto her head and held it firmly. He pulled his sloppy, saliva coated cock from her throat and winked. She smiled as he pushed himself into her mouth.
“Mm-hmm,” she moaned.
He began to pump as hard as he could, as fast as he could. Ella yanked her head back and pivoted, spitting a mouthful of saliva into the toilet before turning back and shoving his cock down her throat. He pumped, fucking her mouth as fast as possible. After all, they were in a public restroom.
But soon, Tucker felt the urge to fuck. He needed to be inside of her.
“Stand up and pull your pants down,” he ordered.
She did as she was instructed and hopped up on the sink.
“No, no,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck your asshole.”
Her eyes popped and darted from side to side. Really? Anal, here and now? Was she ready? She slowly began to pull her pants down. She was anxious as she bent over, putting her hands on the lid of the toilet and exposing her perfect petit little booty to Tucker. He smirked as he spat on her asshole and slid a finger in.
“Just relax. You’re totally ready.”
He fingered her pussy. She was soaking wet.
“Am I wet enough for you?” She asked.
“Very,” he said, slipping his cock into her pussy. He pumped a few times while he fingered her asshole, stretching it open. She moaned as he pulled his grool coated cock from her creamy cunt. Ella moaned as he pressed the tip of his cock into her asshole.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, biting her bottom lip, struggling through the initial pain. “Slowly, daddy. Please.”
He slowed down and pushed gently, deeper into her pink little anus. She gripped the toilet seat as he slid in. Once he was fully in, he slowly pumped in and out as she groaned and winced.
“Cum for me,” she pleaded.
He fucked her asshole in the Starbucks bathroom for a few seconds, but her asshole was so tight he could barely hold his sperm in.
“You want this load in your asshole?” Tucker asked.
“Mm-hmm,” she whispered.
As if on command, he exploded inside of her, coating her insides with sperm. He groaned quietly as he emptied himself into her asshole.
“Yesss,” she groaned as she could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, emptying his load into her.
Finally, he was empty. He put his hands on her petit hips and very, very slowly, pulled himself from her. Like a gymnast, Ella spun around elegantly and lowered herself onto the toilet and pushed the cum from her asshole. She peed while he washed his cock in the sink.
“That was fun,” he said.
“Mm-hmm,” she whispered, pulling her pants up.
“First anal?” He asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”
As they finished up, there was a knock on the door.
“One sec,” Tucker AND Ella said at the same time. They promptly giggled.
Tucker opened the door. The young man on the other side looked at both of them exiting the bathroom. His eyes grew wide. Ella walked out first. The young man nodded and smiled widely as he held up a fist for Tucker to bump.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ciykvo/my_private_slut_pt_2_starbucks_anal_mf_public
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