The Barista - Sex Stories

The Barista

... location, the possibility of being caught, and the fact that Casey was a full-on hottie had me shooting wads of my thick and creamy cum down her throat in short order. Casey looked up at me as she stroked the last drops of cum from my balls and licked her lips, giving me a cheeky wink.

“Ummm, yummy. Thank you,” Casey said as she stood up, bringing up my shorts too. She grabbed her fleece jacket to hide the damage to her shirt. I looked at her through dreamy eyes, quite perplexed as to why this had happened, not that I would complain, but I admit I was inquisitive.

“I’m sorry, but I have to ask… why did you do that? I’m not complaining, but I have to know,” I voiced my thoughts and waited for an answer.

“I’m a bit of a cum-slut. So whenever I see a hard cock, I feel like I’ve got to suck the filling out of it.” As simple as that, that was her explanation. No mutual attraction or having a thing for older men. Just a cum-slut that needed a hit of hot jizz.

Casey returned to drying my clothes with the air dryer, and in no time at all, I was dry and ready to go back home. It was as if nothing had happened.

I placed a fresh order for a large latte and a Mango and Passionfruit cooler for wifey. Casey made the drinks without fuss and said they were on the house with a cheeky little wink. I noticed she’d wrapped a napkin about my latte but thought nothing of it. Casey helped me to the car and handed me the drinks individually as I placed them in the car’s twin cup ...

... holders. Then she returned to the café to go about the rest of her day.

As I approached home, I called my wife to ask her for a hand bringing the drinks in. I passed her the drinks from the holders. Somehow, she immediately knew something was up when she met me by the car. How do women do that? It’s always mystified me. But, as I mentioned earlier, we have an open and honest relationship, so I told her I’d tell her when we got into the house, lest neighbours hear any juicy gossip that would best be kept out of the public domain.

“Fess up. Why do you smell of coffee, shame and sex?” Tapping one foot on the floor in mock annoyance.

“Well, you wouldn’t believe it unless you’d been there, but this is the truth as I stand before you now,” I regaled her with the tale of the nubile young vixen who had tried to be a good service employee and had ended up with a mouthful of my finest seed. We enjoyed our free drinks as I gave her a blow-by-blow of the morning’s events… literally.

“So that’s why she wrote her number and finish time on the napkin she gave you, hmmm?”

“I swear I didn’t know she’d done that. Oh my goodness!” I was genuinely taken aback. But then, wifey began to chuckle at my tale.

“It could only happen to you, you lucky bugger,” she punched me playfully on my arm. “Now, get your arse in that stairlift and get upstairs. Your tale has made me horny as fuck. I want you to eat my pussy now, then fuck me slowly after you’ve made me cum!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” I whipped ...