Female's P.O.V~
I regard him grinding the coffee beans as he sways his eyes away from me. He works part-time here in a coffee shop after college. He always works until it's so late, thankfully his shift is about to be over in an hour.
This is the time of the day when I'm usually attending my tuition classes. But since I had an off today, I'm here.
I'm sitting here in the corner, waiting for his shift to be over as I admire him from afar. He didn't expect me to be here at all. His appalled face defines his amazement clearly.
I receive a text from him demanding what I'm doing here as he ogles me from the counter. Simply I reply, "I'm waiting for you." He gets offended by my smirk, glaring in response.
"Don't worry, I will do nothing rash." I type. He gawks at me in disbelief as I walk up to the counter, taking my order. "Until you ask me to." I can see him clenching his jaw at my words.
I sit back, sipping coffee as I give him a glance of warning. I didn't come here with a plan to do anything rash, but his astonished face kind of solicited me to do so.
"Look at you working so hard. Aren't you one good boy?" I watch him pull out his phone and read mindlessly until he realizes. He immediately looks at me for a second in incredulity.
Then starts tapping on his phone screen. "You said you will not do anything rash." Such an adorable boyfriend I have. I can't help but chuckle.
"I'm doing something? Are you sure? I'm just sitting here watching my handsome boyfriend work hard." Emphasis on hard. "You look sexy when you work hard."
"Stop! I know what you're doing." He mouths me to stop in silence as he glares at me. "What am I doing? Can you explain?"
Male's P.O.V~
She sloppily and licks her lips, peering straight into my eyes. She brushes her smooth legs together as if she's clenching. Her cleavage is more prone than it was when she stepped in, yet she asks what is she doing.
"You know very well." I watch her smile at my reply and typing as I find myself displaced from the work. I have to pay attention to my work but I find it failing in front of her.
So, I stand in the counter's corner, far from my boss's eyes. Thank God! There is still another worker to help. But she might leave any minute. I have to go back to work.
"You forgot to type mommy." She bites her lips, waiting eagerly for my reply, keeping her eyes stuck on me.
"Stop!" I feel my ears thawing up, my body heating, and my palms wilting. "Please! Stop. This is not the right place." I'm not at all aghast by her actions. She is reckless and bold. I'm just flustered.
"For what? What is going on in that dirty head of yours?" She stretches her body and digs her elbows into the table, presenting her lean waist, tugged under the tight top.
"Okay, then I'll stop texting. Read a book or something and don't keep glaring at me." I earnestly wait for her to agree so that I can go back to work.
"Okay, I'll stop texting you, but I want an answer first. Why should I stop glaring at you? Are you hard because of it, Mr. hard worker?"
"Stop!" I disregard to answer again and again until I finally agree. "Okay, yes. I'm hard. Now stop."
The smirk on her face is so evil. I don't think she will stop. But contrary to my expectation, she settles. "I just want you to come and give me a cupcake, and I'll stop."
"You promise?" I look at her in hope as she simply nods from her table.
Female's P.O.V~
As he strides toward me, I can notice his grown bulge. He's even struggling to walk nicely. "Here. Now do not text me until my shift is over."
"Is that a threat? From what I can see, you're not in an ideal position to threaten me." His eyes check around us as he struggles to hold his ground against me. And to his advantage, it's very late, most of the people are gone. "Your dick is practically begging to pop out."
"You know what? I'm going and I will ignore you." Even his voice is shaking. "Okay, try -hard- to work hard." He glares at me in reply as he walks off. Oh, it's so fun teasing him.
As he said, he strives to ignore me. He's again grinding the coffee beans, holding his back against me. Yet he keeps turning to me. It's like he's ignoring the inevitable.
But soon his hard work is going to vanish like this cupcake in front of me.
I pick up the cupcake, slowly licking the sweet frosting sitting on its top. Then my fingers come to play, helping me with the frosting as well.
Gradually I find him watching me. His eyes blink at me as I suck my fingers clean. Moving ahead, he witnesses me enjoying the sweetness of the cake.
Intentionally, I drop the frosting on my cleavage, making him watch as I clean it away with my fingers. And as expected, I receive a text.
"It's not fair." His eyes are displaying how much he means that. "Why are you not replying?" Another text pops up.
I just look at it and go back to staring at him. I promised I won't text him. And I also said I won't do anything until he wants me to. So, I'll stick to my words.
"What is wrong? Why are you not replying?" He goes on, as I go back to eating my remaining cupcake, putting my phone on the table.
Soon, the café owner left due to some urgency. Now he has to close the café.
I can see him coping, he can't come to me when there are still one or two customers sitting around me. What a situation!
Male's P.O.V~
I'm containing a building eruption inside me, watching her tease me. Why is she not responding? And why are there still customers? There are never any customers at this time.
This day is collectively fucking me up. My dick is practically leaking, and she's making it harder with her actions. I can't avoid her lips, her body, and the way she sucks her fingers.
I regard her for the next ten minutes when I finally see off the rest of the customers.
"Why didn't you reply to me?" I immediately end up in front of her composed face, asking eagerly the question sitting in my head.
Everything is serene around us. The chilly silence hesitates me more. The murky night has eliminated every constraint. I ask again as she stirs up the little coffee left in her cup, shifting her gaze up at me.
"Did you not make me promise you to do so?" She stands up, gingerly planting her hand on my cheek. Her gaze remains as strong as ever. "And I also said I will not do anything until you ask me to." She leans closer to my face, cupping with her free hand.
"Do you want me to do something?" It feels like I've been caught doing something wrong. I stand still, quiet. "I guess you don't want me to do anything."
Abruptly her hands start to slip off of my face when I hold them still. My breaths run more rapidly than my heartbeat. My passion takes over me.
"Do something!" Her face is still moderate, while mine can't help but burn.
"Hmm?" She stirs me further as she draws her lips closer to mine. Inches away.
"Do something. I need you to do something!" Her lips move near my neck, whispering. "What do you want me to do?" She's doing this intentionally! She's urging me to say it.
"Tell me. What do you want me to do?" Softly she plants her lips on my ear, giving pecks to my skin.
"I'm so hard. Please!" She chuckles softly into my ear in response, adding. "I can see that you're hard. But what do you want me to do?" My length twitches more.
"Touch me! Please!" I practically beg with my whispery tone, expecting her to touch me. Instead, she holds my face with affection, looking straight into my eyes as she pushes me onto the table to sit. "What do you want me to do?"
"Touch me. Please! I -- want you to fuck me." She reacts eagerly with her lips, kissing me from gentle to rough. Her passion slides in my mouth in the form of her tongue as I tug her close by her waist.
I react to her lips with mine, deepening the kiss. I can feel the warmth of her body. Her heart beats close to mine. Her sloppy tongue leaves my mouth, demanding. "Again!" Her greedy eyes wait for my words as I answer. "Mommy!"
I can't help but submit to her. The aggression and passion she injects into me are rare and addictive. "Use me, please! Use me however you want. Please, mommy!" I crave it more and more.
Female's P.O.V~
He beams at me with lecherous eyes, as he rests his chin on my chest. "Please!" Seeing him react just the way I wanted, nervous and submissive, makes me happy.
I admire him for a few seconds before leading him to the storage room.
His moderate steps are so honest and obedient. He makes no fuss and follows me to the dim lights and crowded space. The room is filled with supplies and broken chairs.
I've been here before. I can still recall that day. His moans, his weak legs, and after effect. He grumbled about how he wasn't able to walk properly because I was too rough. But then again, he enjoyed it a lot.
"You remember how you were moaning, muffling, and intimidated that day?" His lips dry up as I pin him against the door after locking it.
He's trembling, breathing like he'd run miles. Keeping his eyes on my lips. "You remember how I drove that huge dick up in your sweet hole?" I turn him around, planting soft kisses on his neck as I draw my hands on his ass.
He shivers at each touch, trying to look back at me. "Your moans. I still remember them." Pinning his hands to the wall, I take away the apron.
From his waist to his shoulder, I drag my hands, relishing the reaction of my touch on his skin. "Will you moan like that for me again?" His whole body jitters as I briskly remove his shirt, baring his delicate skin.
"Answer me, baby. Will you moan for me?" He nods, "y-yes."
"Good boy!" Pushing my body against his back, I encourage my hands under his pants, feeling how much he needs me. His whimpers are quick to arrive as soon as I touch his length.
His fingers are trying to dig into the wall. His mouth falls open and his dick frees up. Out in the air.
I love watching him. The faces he makes are so tempting. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" His eyeballs shift to the side of his eyes, regarding me.
From base to the tip, from his ears to his shoulder, I plant my touch as his whimpers grow. He's twitching in my hands, bucking his hips, seeking every ounce of pleasure from me.
"Do you want it so bad?" Slow-paced, I ask. "Y-yes! Mommy!" So devoted. "I want more. It's not enough." I can't help but smirk at his words. Even his words are seductive.
"Go sit on that chair." Naked, he walks to the chair in the corner and watches me walk to him as he sits down on it.
I love it when he can't hold his eyes on mine as I gawk right through his soul. And he knows I love watching him struggling to keep his eyes on me. It makes me feel wetter every time.
I strip one cloth after one and watch his body tremble to the view. His dick twitches and his eyes flutter as he gasps for air. "You're so beautiful." He admires me as I straddle around his thighs, slowly driving my lips to his.
Male's P.O.V~
I love her bare body connecting to mine as she sits on my thighs, inches away from my length. Her stomach drawbacks against my length as her lips rub against mine. Carelessly kissing me so mildly.
I don't want to miss anything. She caused me to think of this same situation again and again until it brought me to this stage where I can't help but beg for her touch.
Promptly, she drives her lips from my neck to my chest, moving ahead on my nipples. I hold the chair steady as I watch her bite my nipples. Why is she so slow? She's killing me from the inside.
The slower she bites, the stronger her teeth dig into my skin, causing my hands onto her shoulders. The skin around my nipples soon turns red and into a painting of her teeth marks.
"Please! Fuck me already!" I beg like usual. I always think that I will not end up begging although I enjoy it so much. I want her to pleasure me more and more until I finally beg, but she always wins.
"Should I?" Her lips curl up, and her eyes beam with lust. "Yes! Please!" My whole body begs for her. I love the look on her face. It's nerve-wracking.
Abruptly, I watch her lift her hips in the air and sink slowly onto my dick. Inch by inch, she moans to it, forcing me to do the same.
It feels so full and intense inside her. The more she takes me inside, the tighter I feel around my cock. "Is this what you wanted?" She bites her lips, slowly pacing back and forth as she whimpers on top of me. My moans crack out as well as hers.
"Yes! I needed it." I watch her waist dance on top of me, her boobs bouncing at a slow pace and her mouth falling open. "Do I feel good mommy?" Shamelessly I ask, not allowed to thrust into her. I can't help but moan as well.
"Do you want to make me feel better?" She asks calmly, raising her speed. I nod my head vigorously. I'm eager to listen.
She smiles, leaning close to me and wrapping her arms around my collar. "I want you to pick me up and fuck me against the wall. As hard as you want. Will you do that?" It's like a cherry on top. She's asking me to do something I crave every day.
My blood rushes faster than ever as I become more impatient.
Quickly, I lift her, telling her to hold me tighter as she chuckles. "Aren't you one eager boy?"
"You made me like this?" I glare right into her eyes, pinning her against the wall. "You made me such a whore." Proudly, she smiles more, enjoying the need in me. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, mommy. I'll make you moan so much."
I plunge my hips into her, giving her the taste of what's coming. But she's not scared. She's enjoying it. She smirks at my words and glares at me. Of course, she's dominant.
Female's P.O.V~
I feel my back slamming hard against the cold wall as he starts plunging his huge dick into me. He looks at me with such passion. Like he's been waiting for it for so long.
"Go on then. Pleasure your mommy!" As soon as I utter that, the beast inside him unleashes. I feel his every inch digging deep inside me. My whole body quivers and grows sensitive.
He thrust so fast and harder as he bites into my neck, making me leave marks on his back with my nails. "You feel so good. You're so tight, mommy!" He cries out, fucking me harder into the wall.
"Do you like that?" I moan out, enjoying the passion my boy holds for me. "Oh, I love it. You know I do." He moans louder, "I've been wishing for it. I wanted to please you. I wanted to fuck you!"
I enjoy his words as well as his cock. "It's a chance I will never miss." He growls, raising his speed further and my grip grows tighter around his shoulder. "Harder!" I moan out. "Aren't you my good boy? Fuck me harder!"
The face he just made, like he'll do anything for me. "I've been dying to make you feel this good. Do you feel good, mommy?" He cries, trembling but sinking his dick deeper than ever into me. "I feel so good, baby."
"Call me your good boy, please!" He begs again. It's so beautiful that he never forgets his place. That he knows I own him. "Are you close, baby boy? The face you're making, you're close, aren't you?"
"Yes! I am. So, please call me your good boy!" Our breaths shorten up but our grips around each other tighten. He sinks his head into my neck as I do the same. "I wanna cum when you call me your good boy."
"Is that what you want?" He agrees, growling more than ever. That's how I realize he's holding himself together, but I'm not close yet. "I need you to do better than this." The control I have over him is so miraculous. He listens to everything I say.
A few more hard thrusts and I feel myself getting closer and him twitching and leaking inside me. He begs more and more until I call him a good boy. He finally moans out the wails of satisfaction and releases every drop inside me.
Breathing and trembling, he sits back in the chair, still holding me close to his body. "I — I love you so much. So much mommy!"
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