Coffee?

Coffee? Coffee?

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

After months of bad sex,a woman decides to have an affair with a man she meets at a coffee shop.

Summary

After months of bad sex,a woman decides to have an affair with a man she meets at a coffee shop.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Coffee?

Author Chapter Note

After months of bad sex,a woman decides to have an affair with a man she meets at a coffee shop.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 07, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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His breath feathered down over my body, gently teasing with the lightest of touches. I gasped inadvertently as the sensation persisted in my most sensitive area. He licked between my legs and pushed ne closer to the coveted golden edge. He removed his head from between my legs and began to thrust, harder and harder. "You fucking slut! You dirty, dirty slut, ride my cock!" I moaned in response. "I'm your slut! Fuck me harder! Harder!" All 9 inches of him pushed into me, rubbing against my G-spot and my eyes rolled back in my head. I had no more words left. I screamed and shook, pussy convulsing around all of his meat. His eyes widened and he thrusted, warm cum spurting out of the end of his cock. That last thrus was enough to make me come harder than ever before. My squirt splashed out of me, all over the bedsheets and his cock that was still inside of me. When everything calmed down and we were getting dressed, I said " Yes. I'll have an affair with you." What propelled me to take this decision? I began to think about earlier today, when I walked into this hotel and when I walked into Starbucks like I always do.

?I find it strange how something so mundane as getting coffee, like I always do before work, changed my life forever. I had the perfect family, a rich husband who made a lot of money, ?two beautiful children and a huge house near town. Seems like I have it all. As I walked out of Starbucks, I bumped into a man. He was typical yet atypical, with shocking blue eyes and a mess of black hair. I spilled half my drink over him, apologized and in response, he said, " Would you like to have an affair with me?" I was taken aback. "Why do you think I would want to have an affair?" "You have that look about you." He leaned in, chiseled torso sticking to his wet shirt. "That look like you haven't been fucked well in a long time." His chest was starting to distract me a little so I stammered out "I have one of my-my husband's shirts in my car, do y-you want it?" He laughed, almost childishly and said yes. To break the slightly awkward silence, I asked him what he does. He said, "I'm a BDSM dominant. You have a vibrator in your purse don't you?" I gaped a little. How did he know? He whispered, "Give me that vibrator and an hour and I can convince you to have an affair with me." I looked over at my car. Tinted window SUV, sleek with foldable seats in the back for extra space. "Give me a minute." I walked over to my car and called my boss. "Hi, one of the kids is sick. I'll be an hour late. I'm so sorry." She's a mom herself, so she said " If they're sick, then you can stay home. You need to take care of them." I was amazed. My boss was a total hardass. I could never get a sick day out of her, so this was quite a change. I ended the call and walked over to the strange man. "You have a day. Take me to a hotel and you can have your way." He laughed again. "There's a room booked at the hotel nearest to us. I'll drive. I have something I want to do to you while we go." He slipped his hand into my purse and extracted the large vibrating dildo. He produced a packet of lube from his back pocket and lubed up the dildo. Suddenly the smiling man from before was gone. "Take off your panties and roll up your skirt." His eyes smoldered and he looked a teensy bit dangerous. I was a bit reluctant though. "I want three pieces of information before I do this. First, what's your name? Second, is this a scam? And third, do you have any STDs?" " I don't have any STDs, this is not a scam, and my name? My name is Brandon Sparks. I thought you were going to ask about birth control." "No, I have an IUD, and I'm on the pill. I'll be fine." He smiled and repeated what he said before. "Remove your panties and skirt. Leave on your shirt." I did as he told, getting a little wet as he ordered me around. He put his hand between my closed legs and said "Spread." I did, wrapping my legs around whatever I could to keep myself upright. "Put your arms behind your back. You cannot touch yourself at all during this." I did, not noticing how lewd my position was. He put his hand between my legs again and began to rub the insides of my thighs, working his way in small circles to my lips. I looked down and saw how swollen my lips and clit were, and arched my back, attempting to get any attention to my clit as possible. The little pink nub was fully out of its hood and just begging for any touch. I reached down and stroked. He noticed and immediately slapped my hand. "No touching." We stopped at an intersection and then without warning touched between my lips (practically dripping) and shoved in the dildo. It turned on almost immediately after and a warm buzzing began in my vag and on my clit. I began to moan loudly, craving any friction I could get. Just as I was about to come and ruin my dashboard with my squirt, he pulled it out and waited for me to stop moaning. We pulled up to the hotel and he pushed the dildo back in, told me to put on my skirt and only my skirt and to follow him. We walked into the hotel, me acting normal as possible with the vibrator in the highest setting. My pussy was convulsing around the unrelenting dildo and I was this close to coming hard and collapsing in a puddle of my own squirt. Brandon led me to the elevator and I whispered "I'm gonna come" to him. He put a finger on my lips and said quietly "The elevator is soundproofed, come in there." We waited for the elevator and I whispered again "I can't take much more of this" just as the elevator dinged to our floor. I rushed in, thankful that it was empty. As it closed and went up, I fell to my knees, letting out a feral scream and feeling my orgasm gush out of me. Brandon watched me in awe, as I continued to squirt, over and over again, moaning and sitting in a huge puddle. By the time we had gotten to our floor, my skirt was soaked, my face was red, and I was exhausted. He helped me up. "Well, well, well, are we a squirting slut then? I was really not expecting that." I was shaking. I swallowed and said "I think I ruined their elevator" He laughed that childish laugh again and showed me into the room. It was expansive and gorgeous, but what I really noticed were all the sex toys everywhere. A sybian in the corner, lube bottles everywhere, and to top it all off, vibrators and restraints everywhere. He gave me something to wear and sent me to the washroom. On further inspection, it was booty shorts and nipple pasties. I put it on and looked at my familiar features nervously. Long caramel legs with toned calves and thighs. Tight little tummy and a tiny waist, and round full breasts with chocolate chip nipples. A graceful neck and an oval face, with hair to my waist to top it all off. I smoothed the pasties over my nipples and walked out. Brandon was unrolling something near the bed,and all the toys were cleared away. He slowly took me in, inspecting me like one would inspect a cow one wanted to buy. It turned me on like crazy and he slowly started to unbutton his shirt, exposing the chest that was sculpture-like. His pants slid off too, exposing the package that was threatening to tear through his boxer briefs. He walked over to me peeled off the pasties and pulled off the shorts. I stood there, naked and waiting for approval, nipples getting hard at the thought of having that cock inside of me. He touched between my sensitive lips and sent shockwaves through my body. I said "Fuck me hard" and he said "Not quite yet." He began to? move down my body and his breath feathered over my body, gently teasing with the lightest of touches...

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