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Blushing Barista
🕑 Added 2018-12-22 18:25:17 +0000 UTCIt was a blustery Tuesday in spring, when they first met. Exuding an aura of immense confidence, he’d left her blushing and squirming, somehow forgetting to charge him for his coffee. Something about the way he spoke, made it so easy to lose track of her surroundings and just feel relaxed and calm. But today would be different.
Today, he returned to the coffee shop, and she was ready. He flashed her the same cocky grin, “So nice to see you again, I assume you feel the same?” His overconfidence tasted sour in her mouth, she coughed out a little laugh, “sorry, have we met?” This was an unexpected turn for him, and he quickly placed his order and frantically searched his memory for evidence that she was his last victim in this coffee shop. Meanwhile, a smile crept across her face. She tucked a strand of ginger hair behind ear, and whipped up an espresso.
Ensuring no one was watching her, she slipped a small amount of white powder into the ceramic cup before smothering it in piping hot coffee. An “Order up!” rippled across the room. He slowly approached the counter, trying to regain his hypnotic aura, “That’ll be 3.50 friend!” His confidence faltered once more as he begrudgingly handed over the coins. Winking as he caught her eye, she passed over the tray, “Enjoy your drink darlin’.”
Choosing the cosiest corner of the shop, he took the warm cup in his hands, taking one long sip from the rim. It was abnormally delicious. Arguably the best coffee he had tasted in his life. Almost addictive. As he took his second sip, the effects started to take hold. He felt heavy, the world felt further away and his mind seemed to grow a little more quiet. Finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open, he caught sight of the little barista making her way over to him.
“You...” his voice trailed off as she placed her fingers under his chin, holding his head to look up to her. “I what, darling?” she smiled, a sticky sweetness entering her voice. “Isn’t it so nice to relax while looking into my eyes?”, his world was spinning, pulling him deeper and deeper into sleepy softness. She gently tugged his chin, nodding his head for him, “Doesn’t it feel so nice to just listen to my voice and say yes for me?” she nodded his head again as he murmured a quiet affirmation. “Good boy...” and then his world faded to black as he felt himself leaving the coffee shop, her hand entwined in his.
The whole world felt warm. Delicate hands traced up and down his chest, gently rousing him. “Oh good, you’re awake”, he looked up at the barista smiling brightly at him, who appeared to be straddling his lap. That look in her eye. He tried to stretch his arms, yet found they were bound over his head. He lay there, helpless, while she giggled. He was rock hard.
“I’m so glad you enjoy being my helpless fuck toy as much as I thought you might”, she beamed. “Want me to use your cock for my own pleasure?” another flush of arousal wrapped through his body. “Yesssss…” he moaned, as she began to grind into his crotch. “Beg for me, fuck toy” she snapped. At this point, all latent arousal erupted within his body, as “Please please fuck me, use me miss!!” spilled from his lips. Her laughter rang in his ears.
“Of course I will, cutie”, she winked at him again, this time a blush spreading across his cheeks. She lowered herself onto his cock, and began to hump against him. Her tongue danced up his collarbones and neck. “See how nice it feels to be my toy, darling?” she whispered into his ear, her breath growing ragged. Gaining speed, he found moans spilling from his lips as she brought him closer and closer to the edge. She wrapped her hand tight around his neck and came, letting a rush of fluid spill out from her as she spasmed onto his cock. Feeling the torrent of warm liquid spilling over him, he couldn’t help but cum as she smiled down at his blushing, flustered face.
He blinked. “Wh-what the fuck happened?” he stuttered. She trailed her fingers up and down his chest, and giggled.
“Don’t worry about it sweetie” she planted a kiss on his cheek, “Just never steal a coffee from my shop again, okay?”
