Demand even more

"But just to keep you motivated, and to encourage you to work quickly, until you convince my wife you have to do everything I ask," you insist.

What small relief was on her face twists into regret. She clearly knew you just asking for a threesome was too good to be true.

"Why don't we start now? So you get an understanding of what your life will be like until you fulfill my desires," you continue when she doesn't reply. "Get under the table and {if Yinfidelity >= 1}finish the blowjob from yesterday."{else}suck my dick."{endif}

She smiles. "And what's to stop me from going and telling your wife about this? Aren't you in the exact same position now that I am?"

"Don't forget about the messages I have from you that confirm my side of the story. If you try to take me down with you now, you'll just sound like a bitter little slut." You make a quick nod towards the table. "Now, get sucking."

"C-can't we go somewhere else?" Kali looks around at the coffee shop. It's not too crowded but there are some people around and there's a barista lurking around cleaning tables. "This is kinda public."

"Sure, we can go somewhere else," you say while idly playing with your phone. "And then I'll tell Matt all about what happened yesterday."

With a scowl, she swipes a spoon of the top of the table and ducks underneath to retrieve it. She dips out of sight and shuffles beneath the table and you move your feet slightly further apart as you feel her wiggle in between. Since you can't see her anymore you have to rely on your other senses, such as feeling her hands slide up your thighs to the tent at your crotch. Next is the sound of your zipper being lowered, obvious to you because you're listening for it but no one else seems to hear because of the chatter and the gurgling of the milk steamer.

A warm hand fishes your cock out of your pants where it's met by cold air. The illicit sensation of having your cock out in public makes your dick throb even harder, but the cold is quickly replaced with a humid breeze, Kali's breaths tickling your dick as she draws closer to your tip. The breathing lingers against your dick, and you know she's hesitating, but then, in one swift motion she swallows your cock, enveloping your dickhead in a snug, warm wetness as she plunges her lips as deeply down your shaft as she possibly can.

You clear your throat to stifle a groan as Kali goes to work on your dick, hastily swallowing at least half of your shaft as she tightens her lips and contracts her cheeks around you. The warmth combined with the squeezing feels so good, and you're sure that Kali has had lots of practice to get this skilled. If she was able to go faster, she might even be able to make you cum soon, but when she tries to speed up, her bobbing head knocks against the top of the table. So she's **** to go slow, as she slurps and sucks on your shaft. You don't really mind the low tempo; it feels like a luxurious massage for your dick.

The barista comes over. She's a cute brunette in her late teens, so you think this might be a college job for her. Her eyes are kind, and she seems genuinely concerned when she approaches.

"Is everything alright sir?" she asks with a cheery smile. "I heard a bang from over here."

"Yep, yep, fine," you grimace as Kali sucks on your dick a little harder, and you suspect that she's trying to punish you for blackmailing her. "I just hit my aaah leg, ahgainst the table."

"Oh okay," she seems a little freaked out by your reaction.

Underneath the table, Kali pops her mouth from your dick but softly so that there's no pop. She then starts to lick the sides of your dick, up and down, from the root where the shaft meets the balls all the way up to the tip, where she flicks her tongue against the slit where you're already leaking pre-cum. She doesn't want to get caught but she's trying different things, experimenting, to make you blow your load while talking to the pretty teen.

"Some of these tables can be a bit wobbly," the barista explains as she begins to bend over. "Are you sure you don't want me to take a look?"

"No, nnnngggh, no," you growl, a little too loudly, and other customers start to look around. The barista remains half bent over, staring at you with large, surprised eyes. You try to smile but it probably looks a little strange as you grit your teeth through the pleasure. "It-it's okay. That's nnngggh-not necessary."

Kali switches tactics again, now wrapping her full lips around your glans and pursing her cheeks tightly as she practically hovers up your precum. Meanwhile she wraps your shaft in her fist and pumps your whole length in long strokes quickly. Her wrist twists and her fingers squeeze, coaxing your cock into cumming. You know you're close but this damn barista is looking at you like you must be high or something.

"Well, alright sir," she says, her cheeriness undercut with a nervous tone now. "If you need me, I'll be right over there."

She motions to the counter and then scurries away. You're sure she's off to tell the manager but you don't care. As soon as she turns her back, you let yourself relax with a long drawn out sigh and your cock immediately begins to pulse. You feel the cum surging up through your shaft, and Kali's hand is wrapped so snugly around your meat that you're certain she feels it too. You hear muffled squeal of surprise come from under the table as your first shot leaves your cock head. Kali continues to suck reluctantly because she doesn't want to spill any evidence of what she did. Your cock continues to twitch, filling her mouth with your creamy seed.

After a few pulses, your ejaculation relents and Kali removes her lips from your dick. You glance around and make sure no one's looking as she rises from under the table and takes her seat again. Her long blonde hair looks disheveled and her usually silky white skin has a sheen of sweat. Her cheeks are also bulging slightly as she tries to keep from either swallowing or spitting your semen, although a few dribbles have escaped, leaking down her lips and chin.

"Swallow," you hiss across the table so no one hears when you see her reach for her coffee cup and prepare to eject your cum from her mouth.

Her blue eyes darken as she glowers at you, and then with a pronounced, very audible gulp, she forces her throat to accept the sticky foreign substance. She gasps when it's all gone, thankful to be able to breathe normally. Despite the coffee going cold, she still takes a swig from her cup, to wash out the salty taste of your semen.

You grab a handful of tissues from the dispenser at the table, clean your cock, and look around to the counter where you see the brunette teen talking with an older man.

"It's time for us to go," you tell your friend's girl as you stuff your cock back in your pants and she nods. On your way out, you lean in and put a hand on the small of her back as you whisper in her ear, "just remember, until you convince my wife, we're going to have a lot more fun like this."