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The Best Coffee Shop In The World
by John D Stories (johndstories@gmail.com)
***
There is an assumption made by many people that
prostitutes only work as prostitutes as there is no
"proper work" open to them. This is demeaning as it
assumes that sex work cannot be enjoyable. (MF, oral,
prost)
***
"Espresso for one," I asked the young lady with a cheeky
smile and adjusted my shirt as the black-haired maid
tapped my order into her faded and outdated till. It
fitted in with the rest of the little café perfectly,
with its tired maroon décor and outdated menu, but it
was my favourite café in the town.
The twenty-something server glanced up at me as my eyes
stole a glimpse at her cleavage, poking out seductively
from her maid's outfit. "Can I get you anything else?"
Her twinkling blue eyes screamed seduction and
butterflies danced for a moment in my stomach. I glanced
around her empty shop: I wanted to make sure we were
alone before I uttered those immortal four words - "A
special one please!"
Her lips curled into the warm smile and my host nodded.
"Certainly," the agreeable lady replied and I passed her
the money for my visit. Alessia watched as I seated
myself at one of the six tables and brought my drink
over to me with a smile. "When you've finished," she
started with a smirk, but I nodded knowingly; I knew the
drill!
Her lovely curves in her skin-tight French maid's outfit
demanded to be touched and caressed, and I licked my
lips at the kind-hearted girl placing my coffee on the
table. Her fingers swept over the back of my hand and
she blew me the faintest of kisses.
It was Alessia's charms that kept her little coffee shop
running - an investment she made from her inheritance -
and that despite the big chains moving in around her,
the tiny café survived and thrived. The coffee and food
served was excellent and was always busy, but the two
twin sisters who owned the establishment had another
unique selling point that was unmatched by any other
coffee shop.
She wiped the tables as I downed my 3oz hit of murky
caffeine and put the upturned cup on the saucer, picking
up the blue parcel that came with a "special coffee."
She didn't need to say anything, but just rang the bell
on the counter and held out her hand to me.
Her sister noisily strode into the shop from the small
kitchen and rolled her eyes when she saw me taking the
outstretched hand of Alessia. My host licked her lips
seductively and lowered her eyes to the floor as she
guided me to a small room at the back of the coffee
shop; I twirled the package between my fingers.
Alessia seated me on a camp bed in the windowless room
and blew me a kiss as the sexily-dressed girl got
undressed. First, the shoes were kicked gently into the
corner of the room and then the white stockings - so
often unworn by her - were rolled alluringly down her
thigh and then her legs to her ankles, presenting me
with a fabulous glimpse of her breasts framed
wonderfully in the black outfit.
My cock stiffened: Alessia always did that to me, and
she ran her hands through her shoulder-length hair as
she placed her stockings on the old kitchen cabinets
dumped in their store room. The faded light flickered:
she was seductive and classy, but the surroundings were
cheap and sleazy. I felt a drop of pre-cum soak into my
boxer shorts.
She sighed and looked at me, giggling at the
anticipation and lust ingrained upon my face and pouted
mischievously. She knew I wanted her, and she stared
into my impatient eyes as she reached behind her back
and pulled a ribbon. Her black dress fell forward
instantly, and she licked her lips.
She was gorgeously sensual and sexy; her expressions and
mannerisms flowed effortlessly and her body oozed
sexuality. She wanted sex; her soul screamed it to me as
her excellent orbs bobbed free of their black cotton
housing. A light sheen of sweat covered her young body
that shimmered in the chink of light streaming from the
curtains.
I put my hand out to touch her, the smoothness of her
radiant skin electrifying the tips of my fingers; my
hands caressed her toned legs as I stared into her
knickerless crotch. It was immaculate as it always was:
a small stub of hair perched above the most enticing of
slits. I fidgeted on the small bed and looked up her
breasts and into her eyes that peered down on me: the
lustful bank manager with a key client.
Her face broke into a beaming smile: I couldn't ever
resist her when she did that and I smiled back.
Alessia's hands massaged my shoulder and slipped my suit
jacket off my body, placing it carefully next to her
stockings. I waited as the young lady began unbuttoning
my pristine white shirt, looking into my eyes as her
hands slid around my torso and liberated my body from
its smart work attire.
I groaned: there were times when I have screwed the
fascinating girl as a "quickie" and I had left my shirt
on as my body rammed my cock into her tight hole
frantically. There are times when she has gone down on
me in the café or once, on the roof in the rain. I love
hearing her squeal and groan and sometimes, she would
let me take her to repeated climaxes, leaving my face
sodden with her sweet, heavenly nectar. Pure bliss.
Alessia unbuttoned my trousers, as I briefly remembered
the day before; a wry smile crept across my lips as
visions of the young lady screaming obscenities as my
tongue flicked her clit caused her sister to enter the
room to tell her to "keep the noise down."
My attention was brought back to the present when a
gentle touch brushed against my erect cock being
liberated of all clothing by the elegant lady, naked
except for a wicked smile. I ran my hands through her
hair, touching her on the cheek and then sliding my
hands down her toned body as she stood up, towering over
me sat on the bed.
She gave me "that look," and I adjusted myself on the
lumpy mattress, swinging my legs onto the bed: neither
of us had time to waste, and she had that lustful look
in her eyes. If I didn't know any better she had been
fucked only recently and not quite reached orgasm; this
always left the entrepreneurial minx frustrated.
My head had barely hit the pillow when Alessia's smooth
legs swept over my face and her pink crotch was peeking
invitingly at me; it looked slightly puffy and excited,
and my cock stiffened in response: it was the most
delightful of cunts I had ever seen. It was my
favourite.
My hands gripped the young lady on the thighs and I
manoeuvred myself so my face was underneath her
intoxicating femininity. I could smell her womanly,
sapid musk, the moment her moistness touched my lips;
pure heaven. I sighed in lust; my body tingled with
expectation as she leant forward slightly to kiss my
crotch. My cock sparkled as her tongue gently kissed the
glans.
Alessia murmured as my tongue wrapped itself around her
clit, gently sucking on her exposed and engorged pearl.
She wriggled at my touch and my hands cupped her pert
bosom, before gently rolling her nipple between my
fingers.
I felt a surge of excitement coarse through my impatient
body: she suckled on the tip of my cock and began
stroking my shaft as my tongue darted across her moist
delights.
I gazed into her peachy bum, admiring the wonderful
sights of her body gently rocking to the tune my tongue
was playing on her clitoris. How I wanted to be able to
kiss her cute ass and show her how incredible she made
me feel, but anal play was always off-limits in the
café, no matter how much I begged!
Instead I got to fantasise of her sexy bum and slick
hole as my tongue spiralled sloppily over her button;
her distinctive fragrance, and delicious taste
stimulated my senses. Her thighs pressed against my ears
and her mouth detached from my cock. Her palms rolled
over my pre-cum and saliva soaked glans as she sat up
and pressed her body down onto my face.
My cock twitched; I loved her doing that to me, and I
suckled energetically at her sweet pearl and she groaned
loudly. She bucked her hips onto my face and I squeezed
her nipples as she settled into a happy rhythm bouncing
onto my sodden tongue.
She came; I felt her thighs quiver, I heard her squeal
profanities into the air, and I tasted an avalanche of
her delicious juices trickle into my willing mouth. She
slouched forward onto me, gripping my cock and giving it
a gentle tug.
I sighed in satisfaction, but Alessia knew what I really
wanted and reached for the condom on the bedside table.
"We could do without that," I suggested as she climbed
off of me. "Just this once."
Alessia scoffed; I knew she would and she passed me a
blue towel to wipe my face with. Alessia always demanded
that I let her put the condom on me and I watched as she
rolled it down my shaft. The condom with the coffee was
just a visual ploy, I knew that, as well as being an
advert for their services to normal coffee drinkers: it
wasn't for me to use at all!
Alessia reached for a small tube of lubricant above the
bed and squirted some on her hands, before rolling her
greased fingers over my cock. I groaned: even through
the latex it was glorious!
I watched her as she straddled my cock and gently
lowered herself onto me; I closed my eyes and gave an
involuntary moan as her slick pussy touched my sheathed
dick; sheer heaven!
Alessia was wild; passionately thrusting and pressing on
my body as she rocked back and forth with excited
squeals and groans. If anyone ever says prostitutes do
not enjoy their work then they need to pay Alessia and
her little coffee shop a visit! The young host was
filled with lust and sex, and she loved her twin jobs:
it combined both of her passions at once.
I stared into her blue eyes, sparkling and twinkling as
she rode my cock with experienced movements. She was
watching me; waiting for me to screw my face up and cry
out. I tried to touch her, but the independent woman
grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed: she was in
charge. I desired her more than any other woman and
whimpered.
She knew that being dominant stoked my arousal and the
little minx knew that I was getting close; my cock was
awash with electrifying sparks and lustfulness. Every
stroke of my cock filled my loins with a greater desire
to orgasm. I desperately tensed my muscles, holding onto
my release and trying hard not to release.
My balls squeezed tight to my body and I closed my eyes;
I could not stop the feeling, I had to surrender. My
shoulders shivered as a wave of orgasmic ecstasy welled
up inside of me and my hands gripped the grubby mattress
as the dam broke and it cascaded through every fibre of
my being.
Several squirts of semen filled the tip of the latex
sheath and Alessia gently bucked her hips so I could
savour the aftershocks from our liaison. "Good?" She
asked, but we both knew she didn't need to.
I nodded. "You make the best special coffee in town," I
muttered with a smile as I panted, looking up at the
ceiling.
Alessia giggled, disentangling herself from my sweaty
body. "Really?" She asked. "So you'll come back then!"
She knew I would, but I always enjoy her teasing wit and
shrugged.
"Maybe!" I looked at her; I had begged her to set up a
loyalty card scheme but she had, so far, refused.
"Perhaps if my loyalty was rewarded." She shook her head
and reached for the tissues, cleaning my cock up with a
handful and disposing of the used condom.
It was time to go, and we got dressed in near silence.
"You had a busy day?" I asked as she rolled up her
stockings.
"You're my third," she replied and kissed me on the
cheek. "But always my favourite." I blushed.
"I bet you say that to all the guys," I teased; Alessia
shook her head and squeezed my hand. "I'll be back after
work," I promised. "And I have a new cashier starting
today, might bring him here for lunch!"
She nodded matter-of-factly. "I'm doing lasagne for
tea," she told me as she opened the door, and blew me a
kiss.
That's my girlfriend: the free enterprise, independent,
coffee shop whore! And I love her.
THE END
Copyright (C) John D 2013 - John D has asserted his
right to be identified as the author of this work in
accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act
1998.
This work is fiction and is adult entertainment, and
therefore contains material of an adult, explicit
nature. If you are under the age required to view this
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sexual explicit content or language do not continue
reading.
The characters in this story are fictitious and any
similarity to any persons, alive or dead, places or
situations is purely coincidental. The actions described
in this story are not endorsed or condoned by the
author.
It should be noted that the age of consent in the UK is
sixteen and therefore there are no graphic descriptions
of any sex act containing characters younger than this
age for titiliation. There may be some characters under
the age of sixteen in the book, but any sexual
activities they may partake in, are not described in any
detail so there are no underage participants in my
erotic sex scenes. It is on this basis, that this work
is released so that it complies with all relevant
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(which is released under the same CC-license)
This little story came into my head while I was talking
to a sex worker on Twitter: there is an assumption made
by so many people that prostitutes only work as
prostitutes as there is no "proper work" open to them.
This is demeaning as it assumes that sex work cannot be
enjoyable.
Why work as a shelf-stacker in a supermarket when you
can do something you enjoy? So Alessia popped into my
head!
Anyway, as before, please hit me with feedback.
John D
July 2013
Web link: http://www.johndstories.co.uk
Twitter: @johndstories
Email: johndstories@gmail.com
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