Chapter 1
Standing behind the counter of my cafe, I look around at the same people I see everday. Including my annoying ex boyfriemd James. Him being my ex simply because he could not satisfy my inner slutty nature. Make me feel free without judgement. It was hopeless to think i could find someone. Until he walked through my door.
“Hello, welcome to to Sugar and Sweet. What can get started for you sir?” Staring at the handsome man I could tell he was well built. Thanking myself that U had chosem to swear my favorite blue cami forgoing a bra, my nipples hardened under his gaze. “I am so sorry I was lost in thought.”
“It’s alright baby doll. I can tell you haven’t had a man in a while. I’ll take a medium black coffee and that blueberry muffin. My name is Elliot.” He hands me a $20 and i give him his change. “My name is Dahlia Winters. Owner and operator.” Grabbing his muffin out of the glass case I can feel his eyes tracing my body.
A shiver ran down my spine following my inner thigh becoming wet. Clearing my throat and sealing the bag, I poured his coffee making sure to write my number on the side. Sliding it across the counter i looked into his crystal blue eyes getting lost.
Feeling the painful twist in my nipples I could tell they were going to start leaking soon. “Whos the “man” staring at us from the table next to the door?” He asked as he motioned us towards a different table. Grabbing my scarf and pump bag I follow him and sit down.
“My ex boyfriend. I broke up with him 6 months ago.” Loosening the string to my top I place the scarf over my tits making sure to hold the pumps in place as the start to draw out my milk. “He doesn’t know how to satify a woman of my nature.” Clearing my throat to hide my moans, I felt a hand on my naked thigh. “You make very good coffee. You wouldnt by chance be able to share some of your lucious tity milk would you?” He whispered into my ear.
Nodding my head, I turned off the machine on my right tit opening the bottle and pouring some in his cup. Taking out a glass bottle I poured the rest and put it back on my nipple. His hand never left my thigh. In fact it was getting closer to my weeping pussy. Opening my legs slightly his fingers grazed my clit. Gasping from the roughness on his middle finger.
“Calling yourself a woman of nature is just fancy. I can spot a hidden slut a mile away. You just haven’t been broken.” His fingers plunged into my leaking pussy. “You, baby doll haven’t found a man that cab break you, and breed you to your hearts content.” His finger never stopped moving. Feeling the pumps stop he removed both pours the milk in the rest of the jars with one hand.
Making sure my nipples were dry and sitting in the cups of my top I tied the strings back. Making the decision with James still watching I pushed my chair back watching Elliot like his fingers. I sit in his lap feeling his harden cock pressing against my swollen clit in his slack. “ My my, you carry very heavy Elliot. Tell me did I make you thats hard or did the taste of my milk do that?” I asked wrapping my arm around his neck.
His hands hold my hips causing my to grind against his cock adding preasure. Moaning into his ear trying not to disturb the other patrons. I did my bed but his cock felt so good. “Damn it Elliot.” Leaning back I couldn’t help but chase my orgasm I felt coming. Moaning like a wanton whore, his rough fingers traced my nipple stimulating the nerves and friction.
Cumin for the first time in 6 months felt like a tidal wave. Felling myself squirt I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Elliot welcomed the feeling of my wetness. Pulling me closer by hair he kissed me deeply. Moaning into the kids he pulled my head back and turned twords James. “Thats how to make a slut cum. I hope you took notes.”
Kissing him again I picked my bag and went and sat in the fridge. Changing into a clean pair of short I washed my hands and went back to the counter. Elliot was still sitting at the table. Topping off his coffee and adding more milk I smiled going back to running the register.
“I’m taking you to dinner tonight Dahlia. Wear something with easy access. I’m definitely going to need milk striaght from the source. Plus a taste of that sweet and creamy cunt.” Blushing from his words i couldnt helo but wonder what his cock felt like. Just feeling it through his pants didnt do justice.
Nodding my head, I told him 7:00 o’clock was fine. The cafe closed in an hour. Enough time to shower and get dressed. Covering his pants by holding his jacket over the area he shook his cup lightly as he walked out the door.
