Coffee Cream

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Roman

She’s been coming here for the last couple of days, and I’ve begun to keep a close watch for her. Coming in the evenings, always wearing a skirt or dress. Tonight she’s wearing a sexy black lace skirt and white crop top. Sitting by herself in the same booth, I feel her eyes upon me. I allow her time to consume a few drinks. A glimpse in her direction, and I’m not disappointed. From my vantage point at the bar, I can see her skirt pulled up to her thighs and her hand between her legs.

As to not draw any attention to her, I take care not to stare. Instead, I settle for brief looks in between serving customers. Eyes closed, beautiful cherry lips slightly parted, imagining them wrapped around my staff, my member swells. Shifting uncomfortably, I try to take my mind off of her deep throating my package by completing a customer’s order. “One calypso, and one espresso martini,” I say, placing the drinks on the tray. “Blow job.” Says, Traci absentmindedly checking her makeup in a mirror.

“What?” I ask, momentarily taken aback. “You forgot the “blow job.” Stealing a peek in her direction before preparing the drink, she’s almost finished. Quickly making the drink, I send the waitress on her way. Another look and my heart skips a beat at the scene unfolding in front of me.

She has a tight grasp on the table as she cums from the steady motion of her hand, firmly massaging her clit. Her eyes open, and she’s looking directly at me. My temperature has risen, and my breathing’s become quick and deep. I want her in the worst way. Little does she know that she’s the star of my fantasies.

As she makes her exit, my eyes drift down to her ample ass, and my sack tightens. I want her, and so I’ll have her. “Hey, I know that you’re the owner and everything, but you can’t be slacking on the job.” Traci’s back with a couple of orders, bringing me from my reverie. Five feet seven, curvy, amber-eyed, and sexy as hell, she’s been the highlight of my evenings.


Unable to sleep, I give up on trying to force myself and head to the shower. The cold water’s a shock to my system, causing a gasp to escape my lips. Thoughts of her cause my blood to warm, and the cold water isn’t as harsh.

Lathering up, images of her surrendering to her orgasm has my member instantly hard. To say that it’s been a while since my last sexual conquest is an understatement. My hand sliding the length of my erection, images of her pleasuring herself sends a satisfying jolt through my body. The bathroom’s steaming up, I continue on. My thoughts are of her on her knees in front of me, worshiping my sex, taking all of me into her mouth.

Her tongue circles the tip on the way out. Refilling her mouth again, she’s watching me as I pump in and out. Her beautiful eyes boring into mine, she murmurs an approval at the precum seeping onto her tongue. Several gratifying strokes, imagining her lips tightening upon entry and relaxing upon exit, the pressure starts to build. Quickly reaching my peak, I grab the back of her head and push every inch in. My nut explodes down her throat. Her heads thrown back, eyes closed, my knees buckle as the last of my seed flows down the drain.

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