John woke up with a start, sweat prickling across his skin. He was caught in the tangle of his blankets but he had no memory of anything from the moment his head hit his pillow and when he woke up.
He wasn't sure if he had dreamed the previous night. There was no way he would have fucked his uptight boss and her two daughters. That only happened in porn movies and stories, not real life.
With a groan, he managed to unwind his blankets from around his legs. He stared down at his limp cock for a moment, wondering if he had just experience an intense sex dream.
It twitched with his memories of soft skin and hot cunts.
Shaking his head, he fumbled for his phone and saw that he had a half hour before his alarm went off. Shrugging, he slumped back on the bed and scrolled through various networks to see what was going on in the world. Just the usual outrages at the last government actions and lack of actions; there was little difference on either side of the pond on those issues. He caught a couple sexy pictures.
It was only when he got to the LovingFans app that he hesitated. As much as he usually wanted to start his day with a good fap, he had absolute no desire to come. Not even as stress relief.
“Must have been a good dream,” he muttered to himself as he crawled out of bed and set to puttering around the apartment until he had to leave.
As he did, he thought about the previous day. He didn't know how to tell if it was a dream or not. He could see if he made calls to the other John Wood, but that would require going to work.
The other choice was to see if any of the women were still showing signs of responding to whatever was in that box. There was Hannah and Erin, but they would be interacting with each other. Not to mention if they were still affected, a work environment was probably a poor place to handle an increased libido.
That left him Olivia at Foggy's. With the construction going on and her previous indifference, it would be the perfect test case. If she dismissed him as the only customer, then he would know it was just a fantasy or something that had worn off. If she didn't… he wasn't sure what he would do.
His manhood had some other thoughts.
He forced it down and finished getting dressed. He had to know.
Curiosity got him clear to Foggy's front door. There, he hesitated as he looked into the empty store. Olivia was wiping down tables but hadn't noticed him. He, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at her willowy body, long legs, and pert ass.
He took a deep breath and walked inside.
Olivia stood up. “Welcome to Foggy's….” Her voice trailed off.
John stood there, unsure of what would happen. He hoped it was a continuation of the day before but he was preparing himself for a curt dismissal.
“Good morning, John,” she said as her voice grew softer. She arched her back slightly, pushing her delectable breasts up against the canvas of her apron. “I was hoping you would come in.”
He let out his breath in relief. It wasn't a dream.
She strode up to him, stopping only when her body was pressed up against him. She was warm and soft against his body. “Are you looking to be…” She licked her lips. “… served?”
Her hand dropped to stroke along his pants.
His cock was hard in an instant.
She smiled broadly as she traced the length of his shaft with her fingers, trailing up and down as she measured him through his clothes. “How would you like some personal service?”
He gulped as he stared into her bright eyes. “How personal?”
“Something that requires the back room and my mouth.”
His manhood answered as it grew painfully hard.
She gripped it tightly, wrapping her fingers near his base. “Don't worry, I'll use real cream for your Earl Gray. What comes out of here is all mine, I hope.”
Heart beating rapidly, he nodded.
“Good. Come on, I'll get your drink started.”
She tugged him lightly by the shaft before releasing him. Then she strolled ahead, her hips swaying back and forth as he stared at her ass. The idea of getting into her pants had skyrocketed and he wanted to feel her naked skin against his.
“Cream for a special day?”
He leaned against the counter. “Yes, please.”
She smiled at him as she pulled it out. “I love your accent, by the way. Are you British?”
“Yes. My mum had a Sussex accent but we grew up near London, so I come off more as a Estuary than Standard.”
She looked at him blankly.
“I sound British but I drop letters. Think of it like your Southern accents, as if someone's mum moved from Miss up to here.”
“Oh, cool.”
John smiled.
“You work with my sister?”
He nodded. “We're both under Doctor Simmons, working on our papers. Well, I'm working on my paper while your sister is doing something else.” He could tell that Olivia wasn't interested in the details. He didn't keep speaking and instead focused on the way her lips pursed together as she finished pouring the hot water into a large cup.
When she finished, she gestured to the back room while the tea sat there seeping.
He fought the urge to run though apparently she thought he was hesitating and took his hand to tug him faster. “I can't take too long, but I want to make sure you enjoy this properly.”
The back room was unremarkable, a small desk shoved into a corner with stacks of coffee beans in bags near the door. She pressed him against the canvas bags before lowering herself to her knees.
He moaned as he stared at her hungry eyes and parted lips.
“This is what I want for breakfast,” she whispered as she unzipped his pants. Her hands were deft and sure as she fished out his hard cock. For a moment, she stared at it before she brought it up to her cheek and sniffed deliberately. “Fuck, I love your smell.”
John clutched the bag of beans behind him.
“You jerk off already? I bet you have.”
“I have not.”
“Good,” she purred. “I bet you'll enjoy it more if you just come down here and I handle that for you.”
He stared to say something but her lips on his cock head silenced him. With a shudder, he stared at as she drew his cock into her mouth. Her lips were full and hot. They slid up and down as she worked her way down his lengthy. The wet heat of her mouth was intense as was the soft tongue that explored him.
She popped his cock out of your mouth. “You taste better than anything we serve here.”
Without another word, Olivia sucked his cock back into her mouth and bobbed deeply. His cock heat teased the back of her throat, but she didn't seem to even hesitate as she drew up and then down again.
John didn't know what to do. He started to reach for her but then stopped.
Olivia slid to the top of his cock and then let it release with another pop. “You want to fuck my face?”
“W-What?”
“Do you want to steer? To grab my head and fuck me until you're about to blow?”
His moan answered her.
She grinned. “I want you to do that, John. I want you to use me to get off. Just slap your balls against his chin and choke me on this beautiful dick,” she said with a hungry moan. She pumped his spit-slicked shaft with one hand. “But don't waste it in my mouth, I have somewhere much better for you to stick this.”
His balls clenched with anticipation.
Olivia reached up to grab his hands.
The bell at the door rang out.
She looked tortured. “Shit, I have to get that.”
“It's okay,” he said with disappointment. So much for his morning blow job.
Standing up, she straightened her apron. “Just a minute. I'll be back.” She looked down and grinned. “Maybe stroke yourself because you are going to be coming before I let you out.”
With a wink, she pried herself out and closed the door behind her.
John panted for a moment. He grabbed his slick shaft and gave it a few pumped to keep it hard. He could easily imagine she would be busy for twenty or thirty minutes, but there was a small hope that he would be balls deep in her cunt before he had to go into work. That kept him hard as he listened to her polite voice and the sounds of the register.
Alone in the back room, time seemed to stretch out. Seconds felt like minutes and he couldn't tell what was going on. He wondered how long before he slipped out to let her do her job.
Then the door opened and Olivia rushed in while calling behind her. “Let me get some more beans. It will just be a second.”
She was flushed as she closed the door and gave him a smile. “Okay, things are getting busy. I have a minute…” She dropped to her knees and sucked on his cock, driving her lips clear to the base.
He had softened without her presence, but the way she took him completely awoken his lust again.
She pulled off. “Now, fuck my face,” she commanded.
John couldn't say no to such an order. He grabbed her head and jammed her back down on his shaft. There was something about being completely in charge as he began to thrust into her depths, driving his hips hard into her face and plunging his cock into the back of her throat. The rush of power, the intensity of being in control caused his cock to grow harder.
He grunted as he pistoned into her mouth, fucking her with the deep strokes that set him off. Soon his cock head was lodging itself into the back of her throat and she made wet gagging noises. Underneath his hand, her entire body grow tense every time he shoved himself into her her throat.
One of Olivia's hands reached out to plant against the door to the small room. Her fingernails scraped into the wood but she made no effort to stop him.
The sense of being able to go as fast as he could pushed him closer to the edge. He thrust faster and harder, pounding her face as his pleasure rapidly grew.
She moaned between the wet choking noises. The erotic mixture of noises pushed him over the edge.
He panted as she kept on thrusting. “I'm… going to come.”
Olivia tried to pull off, but he didn't release her quickly. His hands lingered, not wanting to lose his fuck hole. But she pushed hard and he finally yanked his hands back.
She scrambled to her feet. One hand pawed at her apron.
He pumped his cock, straining to keep the urge to come at bay.
Olivia shoved her apron into her mouth to hold it up. Her shirt went with it, revealing her bare belly underneath. She was beautiful, as was the gaping opening where she had unzipped herself. Then, as he watched, she shoved her pants down and pulled a pair of black panties away from her body. “Here,” she gasped. “Come in here.”
He looked in the depths to see her shaved, bare pussy pressed up against the black fabric. She was asking him to cum directly into her knickers, to let his seed slosh around at the opening of her sex.
“Come on,” she moaned as she grabbed his cock and began to pump. “Come on, get me all juicy.”
Her hungry words pushed him closer. He groaned as he stared at her bare pussy.
Olivia whimpered and then grabbed him by the back of his head. She pulled him into a kiss as she continued to pump his cock. Her tongue flashed out, thrusting as much as invading.
he kissed her back, stunned at first but then matching her intensity as he stepped into her. His cock pressed against her belly and then was angled down into the V of fabric and flesh, a place where his semen would pool right against her no-doubt fertile sex.
His thoughts pushed him over the edge. Losing himself in the kiss, he jammed his cock into her underwear as he came hard and fast. Jet after jet sprayed into her knickers, painting the black fabric white with his seed.
Her moan into his mouth was primal and hungry, an orgasm in a single sound. She shuddered as she squeezed his cock, direct the streamers of cum right where she needed them.
By the time his balls were drained, they were both shaking.
He broke the kiss with a smile. “That was… unexpected.”
Olivia looked down and then made a happy sigh. He had come a lot inside her knickers, the black fabric was sloppy with his cum. He could see it pooling over the hard nut of her clitoris and coating her lips.
She let out a sigh and then shoved her hands into the sloppy mess. Her eyes fluttered as she used her fingers to shove some of it deeper into her pussy. An orgasmic moan escaped her throat as she gave herself a few deep strokes before pulling out.
Looking at her creamy, dripping fingers, she smiled and turned her focus on him. “This is what I like,” she said before sucking on her fingers.
John felt his heart swelling at the sight of her tasting his cum. “Fuck, that's beautiful.”
She popped her now cleaned fingers from her mouth. “You know, when you knock me up and I'll be swallowing everything.”
He gulped.
Olivia gave her cum-filled panties another look and then let the elastic snap into place. She giggled while pulling her pants back up. “Hot and wet,” she said while patting her soft belly. “Just the way it should be.”
John got himself fixed up.
After straightening her apron, she kissed him again. “I took the tea bags out so your tea should be perfect. I'll let you know as soon as the customers leave. Just grab it and go.”
He grunted in approval.
She hesitated at the door. “You'll come back, right?”
“Definitely.”
“Good.”
Then she was gone.
John slumped back against the coffee beans and caught his breath. “Fuck,” he said. It wasn't a dream, not even close. He could still feel the afterglow of his cock deep in her mouth as he used her for his own pleasure. He could get used to that.
He wondered how Hannah would respond to be used as fuck hole. His cock gave a half-hearted attempt to get hard but he shoved it back into his trousers and zipped himself up. It was going to be a good day, at least until that solution wore off. But he would deal with that problem when it came up.
Soon, there was a discrete knock on the door and it cracked open. “Safe,” Olivia said.
He slipped out.
She giggled as she handed him a bag and his drink. He looked at the name on the cup and then gave her a quizzical look. “Sir?”
Olivia grinned. “I kind of like it… sir.” She lowered her eyes and peeked through her eyelashes. “Do you like it, sir?”
His manhood stirred. “Yes, I think I do.”
She bit her lower lip. “Then I hope to serve you later, sir. There is a pistachio muffin and croissant in the bag. I didn't know what you'd like.”
Flushed and grinning, he headed out. He was almost floating as he made his way across the narrow dirt ridge and between two pieces of heavy construction equipment.
Then he noticed Erin standing next to one of them. She had a cup from Foggy's in her hand with steam rising up through the small opening. She also had a bag in her hand.
She turned and looked at him, one eyebrow arching.
He froze, his skin prickling. He felt like a little boy getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Um, hello.”
“Funny, I don't remember seeing you go in.” Her voice was wary as it cracked slightly.
A blush crept up on his cheeks. He tried to come up with a plausible lie but nothing seemed to have a chance. Even pretending that he was in the bathroom wouldn't work since he didn't even know if Foggy had one for the public.
Looking into her eyes, he saw tears starting to form.
Inwardly cringing, he tensed as he gave her shrug.
“Damn… damn it,” she said with a sniff. “I thought… I thought you would know that I was into you.”
She and at least five other women in that office. He suspected that if he met up with Erin's sister, Christine, she would be just as enamored with him and his cock.
“I-I…” Erin turned away. She sniffed as she started toward their building.
John hesitated for a moment, staring at her as his mind spun furiously. As much as he was sexually sated by her sister, and the night's activities, he didn't want Erin to go away. He couldn't tell if it was the camaraderie that they had built up since he arrived, her magnificent ass, or just a greedy desire to have all the woman who had become suddenly enraptured with him.
In the end, it didn't really matter the reason. He wanted her for her mind as much as the desire to be balls deep in whatever hole he could have. He hurried after her. “Wait up!”
Erin took a few steps before turning around. There were tears on her cheeks and a growing anger. “What!?”
John stopped. “No, don't walk away.”
“Why not! You made your choice! I'm not going to fight my sister for you, no matter how much I… I….” Her cheeks colored.
John felt a prickle of amusement and a growing rush of power over her much like he did with Hannah. “How much you want to feel me come inside you?”
A torn look crossed her face. She clenched her thighs together. “W-Why?”
“I don't know,” he lied, “but it started yesterday. You, Olivia, and….” His voice trailed off as he realized he may have gone too far.
“Hannah? You f-fucked Hannah too!?” Her shrill voice beat against the walls.
He held out his hands. “Now listen—”
“No,” she snapped, “you listen to me, you fucking asshole—”
John did the only thing he could think of. He stepped up to her sharply grabbed both sides of her head and pulled her into a kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted of fruit.
Her body tensed.
He steeled himself as he waited for hot coffee to be poured on him.
Then, a soft mewing noise escaped her lips. A sound that melted into a moan as she sank against him.
He broke the kiss to look into her glazed eyes. Her face was beautiful, lips slightly parted in lust and a cheeks colored lightly with her response.
“W-Why?” she whispered, the tears shimmering in her eyes. “Why don't I want to hit you? You should be… you deserve it….” Her voice was soft and vague as her eyes slowly came back into focus.
“Because you want more than just a kiss.”
“You fucked that bitch. She's a fucking snake you and you stuck your dick in her first.”
He did a lot more than just Hannah, but this time John managed to keep his mouth shut on that topic. He felt an intense rush of power over Erin, just like before with Hannah. He gave her an sly grin, “Yes, but I think she's going to learn to be less of a bitch in the coming days and you might enjoy it.”
Erin's eyes focused on him. “What? Why?”
“I told her if she wanted more, she's going to have to be a lot nicer.”
“How… much nicer?”
John grinned. “For starters, I told her she's going to have lick my asshole if she wants any more of my cock in her. And then deep throat me before I bent her over a desk and fuck her.”
Erin's mouth opened in shock. “You… told her… to eat your ass? What did she say? How do you still have a job?”
“Not… entirely sure. I think she wants me inside her more than anything else.”
Erin squirmed. “I know the feeling,” she said. “Even angry at you and knowing you were fucking my half sister only a few minutes ago, all I can think about is you coming inside me. I would rip my clothes off and fuck you right here and now if I could.”
He leaned. “I bet you're thinking about feeling me come inside you, filling your pussy with my seed.”
Erin whimpered and squirmed more.
“In fact, I'm betting that if you think about my little sperm sliding up inside your womb and finding your eggs—”
It was enough, Erin let out a little cry as her body shuddered.
John grabbed her coffee before she spilled it. Then held her tight as her beautiful body thrashed against him for a moment.
The smell of her sex, just a hint of it, wafted past his nose, and he smile. No matter what happened, he was going to be looking forward to the rest of his day.
Her orgasm was quick and shallow. Less than a minute later, she was blushing hotly as she retrieved her coffee. “I… wasn't expecting that. I mean, just from that?”
John shrugged with a smile. “Imagine what it would feel like when I do it for real?”
She closed her eyes as she moaned again. Then she opened up to look at him longingly. “Are we still going to have a date tonight?”
“I plan on it. In fact,” he said with a grin, “the whole reason Hannah has to eat my ass is because she wanted me to cancel our date and I refused.”
“Bitch. What happened?”
“Well, I put my foot down and told her what would happen.”
“Good, she deserves it.” She giggled. “I kind want to watch that bitch get what she deserves.”
“Watch or experience?”
Erin stiffened.
“I'm curious to see how far I can push her. If you are willing to accept that I'm going to probably have my dick in both of you, then I'm more than interested in seeing her kiss your ass… and maybe more.”
Erin didn't hesitate. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Then let's see how today turns out, with me either being escorted off the ground or having Hannah on her knees sucking on my cock.”
“And our date?”
“Well, I'm hoping to see a better side of you.”
Erin bumped him with her hip. She was smiling broadly. “Every side of me is great looking.”
John slipped his arm around her waist. “Then I hope to see every side of you tonight. I plan on using everything I have at my disposal in exploring your delightful body.”
“The restaurant might have a problem with that. I don't know if I can resist you that long.”
“Then get takeout?”
“Sushi at my apartment? Your treat since you're going to get lucky?”
John laughed and guided her toward their destination. “It's a date.”