Cafe Anywhere

He heard about this place from his brother who liked the romance of picking up a girl at a café then having her take him up to her room where they can fuck senseless for a mere 300 Euro, left discreetly on the nightstand. He swore to himself he wouldn’t get sucked into sex with strangers, he just told Sarah, his sister in law, that he would find out why Joey didn’t come home last night. Simple plan, go in, ask around if they saw someone who looked like him, then, with luck, drag his sorry ass back to his wife and family.

She was sitting in a booth sipping espresso at the brothel masquerading as The Café de Hana, on the south side of the river dividing the city into two. The expression on her lips as they puckered, blowing on the hot black liquid, she drank, then flagged down a barista, the sincerity of her smile at the waitress, the green eyes staring back at him, drew-in stranger who spied her thought the window.

He found his goddess. The green eyes staring back at him, marred in their beauty by the print on window, stood questioning, nearly asking him to come in, but at the same time not caring what ever the hell he does.

She flicked her black hair back, letting it dance along her neck and shoulders. She returned to her espresso, counting down till he made his way into the sitting room.

He walked though the door, took off his coat and sat down across from her, ordering two double shot espressos and a currant scone from the blond waitress who didn’t make it in porn.

“You look like someone I know.” her voice was like a melody angels try to perfect

“I’m looking for him” he thought ‘though that didn’t matter now that I found you’

“You’re Joey’s Brother.” she spoke the words carefully, not wanting to trip over her tongue

“He has a wife.” he said, like the idiot he always felt he was

“Most clients do.” she took her foot out of her shoe and brushed it against his pants’ ankle, treating this like any other John

He watched waitress return, lean to amplify her chest, and put the small try on the table, taking the ten he held up.

“You don’t have to pay for the coffee.” she said when the busty waitress left, she raised her foot up under the leg of his pants, touching the skin of his calf

“I’m not really here for that” he said it like he was trying to convince himself, ‘God, why did her toes have to be so talented,’

“Oh” she said as she dropped her foot and took her espresso, making that beautiful bow with her lips as she cooled it.

He thought ‘Damn you outdated morals, she was so perfect. Her eyes dance so beautifully, hers needed to be worshiped, and her neck was so inviting.

“Joey’s been up with Andrea.” She said, now knowing why he was here, to collect their favorite toy, not two play.

“He can finish his fun.” he took his espresso and sipped, trailing his eyes down her naked neck and towards the inviting cleavage. Then removed a corner of the scone, offering it to her.

She moved her mouth over his fingers, trailed her tongue along his finger tips as she sucked the crumbs from him,

He thought about her tongue, how good it would feel along his chest and around his dick, lips and teeth and tongue going down to his happy trail.

Her mouth left his fingers, chewing like a child, loud and exaggerated, but keeping her lips together.

He took another piece and offered it again, she leaned, covering her teeth with her lips, she slid her mouth around him, licking the crumbs out of his grasp.

She smiled knowing what he was thinking, as she moved her foot up to his inner thigh, then took her mouth back and sipped more espresso, feeling like she needed energy for what she was going to do to him once he got he needed his release.

He kept feeding her scones as she tortured in him, going slowly up his legs, brushing ever so gently with his crotch. They finished their drinks and only crumbs lied on the tray.

“Wanna go upstairs to look for Joey?” she asked as she stood up, offering her hand to him.

He took her hand and stayed close to her to get though the café with his ragging erection, taking the opportunity to stare at he so close ass as they ascended the spiral staircase.

She made a left when they reached the landing, heading away from Andrea’s quarters, towards her’s. They made it outsided

He walked close behind her, watching as she fished a small key out from between her breasts. He could take it, grasping her shoulders from behind, pulling her into him.

She felt his heat between her back and ass, hard, wanting, desperate. She rocked into him, standing on her toes, to soften her grinding with her ass.

He shifted her hair off her right and attacked her neck toying with the skin protecting her collar bone. He ran his hands along her rib cage, toying beneath the her soft orbs.

She reached for the door handle when her knees didn’t want to support her, taking the key and unlocking the door, making it inside barely before he slammed it shut with the back of his calf. Taking a step away from him she flipped around and flopped on the cool glass top of her desk. She spread her legs, the fabric of her slinky skirt distracting his anticipated view.

He fell down to his knees like the parishioner before the eyes of his goddess. Leaning forward, he moved the cloth up, look into her third eyes, taking in the scent wafting like the croissants baking below, smiling the shear glowing pinkness.

She leaned forwards, sliding her hand into his hair, caressing his scalp as he stared in awe.

“Your beautiful.” He breathed onto her thighs.

“Tell it to her.” she murmured as his finger further cleared his view to find her slit, talking his tongue and trailing it along the near pouring furnace, cooling her slitly as he pushed his tongue into her, using his thumb to find her button, dancing lightly on her clit.

She moaned to no one in particular, unbuttoning most of her top, unfast her bra to free the twins.

He pushed his thumb to increase the preasure and her heart-rate as he moved his tongue into her, causing a slight gasp and tremble. He picked up speed, but moved his tounge to touch her clit, sliding his middle finger into her.

“Gods.” she muttered as he rolled over the sensitive bud as he added another finger, wiggling them as he pounded them into her as he moved up, taking a nipple into his mouth, feeling it stiffen as she played with the other.

He felt her grasp him as he added another, grinding her clit as she breathily gasped as heat flooded out of her, her breast bobbing in his mouth as she trembled.

She lied back, letting her head fall over the edge, and breathed heavy, trying to remember what her name was.

He went down to lap up some of the rest, his cock twitching inside his pants, begging for some of what his tongue was getting. He look around and saw a bowl of condoms next to her nightstand.

“Your amazing” she said as she rose and removed her blouse, then nearly standing up to remove her skirt.

“Keep it on” he said lowly as he donned rubber coating, stepping out of his shoes and pants.

She slipped to the edge, keeping her knee on opposite ends, learning back on her arms, exposing all she could to him.

He took his head and dragged it along her slit, making sure she could feel him, before aligning and pushing his head into her, slowly, till her could feel the molten heat surrounding his member.

“Ahhh.” she groaned as she bucked, getting a few more centimeters. “More” she begged

He whole heartedly obeyed, slamming into her, feeling the lava embrace him “Hell yeah” he murmured as he rocked into him, grinding into her clit.

She swore loudly as he used his hands to lift her legs onto his shoulders, his mouth fondling her breast, admiring the soft pinkness of her pebbles as the were grazed by his tongue.

He moved out of her, then slamming in, then slowly removing his length, slamming again, feeling the hot vice get tighter. ‘this angle’s not working.’

She whimpered as he moved his mouth, then removing himself fully from her, lowering her legs. She opened her eyes and stared back at him.

“Get on your stomach” he said as he took off his shirt. Watching as she gain the realization, he wanted to fuck her school girl style.

She flipped around, slid so she was at the width of the desk, planting her heals on the carpet, spreading her legs, feeling the cool glass on her worked nipples as she stretched her arms up, grasping the edge of the desk.

He stood behind her, traced the tattoo on her shoulder blade, a phoenix in orange and gold, trailling her fingers to the waistband of her skirt, keeping his cock away to keep from staining her skirt.

“Fuck me.” she growled, wanting the release he could give her.

He obeyed, who could deny this goddess laid before him. He lifted her skirt, finding the center of her head, the amazing oozing mass of magma. He slammed into her, making her legs pound against the wood.

“Fuck” she said as his balls hit her clit,

He moved back, slamming then grinding then moving slowly back, only to pound her again.

She clenched him, making a harder pound, no difficult, just tighter.

His hands held her hips in place, keeping her sliding back to meet his hard pace.

“I’m so close.” she breathed as her breast marred the glass, rubbing in simulation.

He felt her walls clench against her doing, the heat intensifying as lava drenched his cock. The perfect vice made him lose control, sending his sperm against the latex wall. He collapsed into her.

She tried to control her breathing as he laid into her, keeping his cock in her, as it lost some of it rockiness.

He reached his hands under her, digging into her boobs, pinching her nipples.

She bucked her hips, trying to get his dick back up. She felt him twitch.

“My turn” he said as he got up and flopped into a chair behind him.

She rolled the condom off, throwing it into a small trash can beside them. She trailed her lips over the sides, blowing onto him, then gingerly licking, removing the salty coating.

His left hand was taring the fabric from the arm rest, his right groping the back of her head. “Fuck yes, my goddess.”

She licked the sides, giving light lover bits to remove all off it. He groaned when the reached his head, putting her perfect bow like lips around him, cushioning her teeth, gradually taking him in. Before she gagged, she swallowed, effectively deep throating him, then she sucked.
He felt the vacum zone around him, pulling her hair slightly, causing her to give an exaggerated scream, making soft vibrations around him.

She let go and blew, moving up, then back down, swallowing him again. Then went back to sucking him, moaning into his dick as she slid up.

That did it, he came into her mouth, shooting hot seed onto her tongue.

She swallowed with no persuasion. She moved off him, leaving him to remember how to breathe as he nearly when soft. She got to her feet, moving to sit back down across from him on the desk.

“You’re amazing.” he said when he regained speech

“You’re amazing.” she cooed as she went leaned back, keeping her legs cross.

He flopped back on the loveseat, now knowing why his brother kept cuming here.

She knew he would want another go, once he gained his strength back.


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AN: So for a first fic, it didn’t suck, RIGHT?

Anyway, for the next chapter, I was thinking, why don’t we have her ride him, or we could go to the bother, a little BDSM with a big boobed blonde?

Also I decided against giving them names and real characteristics if I wanna keep this a one shot.

Tell me what you want, baby ;)