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Subject: {ASSM} The Best Coffee Shop In The World (MF, oral, prost)
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Date: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 15:10:01 -0400
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The Best Coffee Shop In The World

   "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and outdated till.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perfectly, with its tired maroon décor and outdated menu, but it was my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 never 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 it's 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.






Codes: MF oral prost

   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 piece of 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 legally in your jurisdiction, or are easily offended
by 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 legislation,
but may not be uploaded to certain websites due to more stringent
regulations.

   This work is released under the Creative Commons license
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   Preface

   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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