Coffee break

How many men had she fucked? "There was the two, no three at the diner, Ronnie, Ronnie again, Paul, Liam, maybe Bruce...she wasn't sure. Helen counted for sure. Tiffany, she guessed...the clerk ("no, I only sucked him off...) the guy in the gloryhole while she was sucking the clerk...Ronnie again... then there was the girl that she licked the cum from the lips of... Faye sighed, her mind unclouded, and looked at the thick, ebony cock slowly losing its hardness in the gloryhole She'd gone too far to turn back now, but she wasn't ready for this. Not really.

"Mister, I don't think you'd force yourself on me, but there is not a lot I could do to stop you if you did. To tell you the truth, I'm tired. I'm really tired. I've already sucked your cock, but right now I could really just use a coffee." she said. Faye watched, and waited. After what seemed like an eternity, the big, thick cock slid out of the hole, and she heard a sigh.

"Alright. I can't afford no Starbucks or nothin', at least not now," was the reply. She sighed in relief. Faye stood up, and pulled up her yoga pants. Next, she slid her hoodie over her alabaster skin, leaving her stained bra on the floor for the next pervert to jack off to. She took a breath, and unlatched the lock to the door. She edged out into the narrow hallway, and wondered just who was going to exit the stall next to her. She saw him. He was big, about 300lbs and over 6 feet tall. He was balding, and overweight, but his frame carried decades of hard-earned muscle. He looked at her, and shrugged. "Never been one to force a woman and truth be told I ain't about to be bustin' down doors with a bum shoulder, but when a girl as pretty as you comes along, you play all the cards you got." he said with a grin, extending his hand. "Buddy Jefferson."

Faye looked at his outstretched hand for a moment before taking it and shaking it shallowly. "F..Rose. I'm Rose." she said. "I don't need Starbucks. I'm a Dunkin' Donuts kinda gal." she said with a chuckle. He mimed wiping sweat from his brow, and joined her in her awkward laugh. He stood there, looking at the gorgeous redhead looking up at him; the rutting instinct fading slowly.

"Well Rose, I doubt this will come as much surprise, but I'm mighty fine ta' meet ya. My nephew runs a coffee shop down on Lancaster Way. Truth be told, its a diner, but he brew up a mighty fine roast. How bout we go there and cool off while we warm up?" Faye eagerly accepted, following the tank of a man through the corridor. A door popped open, the violent mastrubator. He took one look at Buddy and shrank back into his hole. She nodded at the clerk, who red-facedly nodded back as she exited the adult bookstore after what seemed like ages. She checked her watch. 50 minutes before she had to be in class. Lancaster Way was only a couple minutes drive from the bookstore. She hopped in his pickup truck and barely had time to buckle her belt before he peeled out the parking lot of "The Madame's Chest".

"Hey, I have to level with you, I have to be in class in about 45 minutes. I'm...I'm sorry I cut you off back there." she said, feeling the potholes of Fawndale jostle her around. Buddy glanced over, and shrugged. They pulled into the diner, shuffled through the door wordlessly, and took their seats. Faye did her best to get her drink order in. Buddy, however, was perfectly at home. He ordered a coffee, black, with lots of sugar and an order of bagels with cream cheese. They ate their breakfast in silence until Buddy finally spoke up.

"Hey, listen. I get it. Your pussy-ass white boyfriend wanted to see you suck some black dick and as soon as he got off he bailed, leavin' you with this meat rod you didn't know what to do with. Am I right? Now then, I understand. I understand." Faye was secretly delighted to see this middle-classed black man try to pass himself off as a pimp as he pushed his bifocals back up his broad nose. . If it was a younger man, she'd be worried. But with Mr Jefferson, it was; well, whimsical. This old man in his knit sweater was trying so hard to impress her that she has to stifle a laugh. As she drank her coffee, she almost forgot that he had a huge cock just under the table, regardless of his posturing. She felt a flutter in her chest. She couldn't believe she was still considering fucking this man.

"So, how bout it then? My nephew won' mind if we use the store room." he said, finishing his coffee. Faye swirled the creamer with a white plastic spoon, her eyes down. She had to get to class, but she didn't want to disappoint Helen...