Bakery

Still holding her hand, you ask the woman, "Do you have somewhere in mind?"

She smiles coyly. "Yes, it's 2 blocks away. Follow me."

Content to let her lead the way, you finally take the time to admire her body. She's slightly shorter than you and looks in great shape. Her straight brown hair shimmers in the daylight, flowing down to just below her shoulders. You can see how taunt her legs are under the thin, beige sundress. Her arms are also well-defined, another sign that she works out a lot. Her dress shows off her perky ass and breasts (which look like B cups to your eyes). Her breasts are moderately sized, and it seems like she may not be wearing bra. From time to time, she turns to smile at you, but not saying a word.

After a short walk, you reach your destination. It's one of those upscale bakeries where cupcakes costs as much as you would pay for lunch somewhere else. The sign says it's closed. The woman fishes out some keys from her purse, unlocks the door, and lets you in. She doesn't flip the sign, and locks the door behind you. Inside, the store is quite spacious, with shelves stocked with all sorts of baked goods and sweets.

"By the way, I'm John," you say awkwardly, unsure of how this is going to go. The adrenaline rush of apprehending a criminal is gone and you are feeling less confident right now,even though you have 5 magic rings on your hand.

"I'm Peyton!" she says. "Would you like a cupcake? Or a pastry?"

"Um... no?" you respond. Maybe you had misread her intentions.

You are about to activate the mind control ring, when she realizes what you're thinking. "Oh! No, that's not what I meant about repaying you!" she giggles.

"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't caught that low-life. My entire life is literally in this purse," she says, motioning to the bag she had just dropped onto the counter next to the cash register.

"Would you please be a dear and put the shades down in the windows?"

Still curious, you do as she requests. You see some people walking pass the storefront. It is mid-afternoon and foot traffic isn't that heavy. Nonetheless, you make sure the shades adequately cover the glass door and windows, before turning around to see what Peyton has installed.

She's leaning forward on the counter, using a hair tie to put her hair into a long ponytail.

Speaking so softly you can barely hear her, she says, "John, come back here and get your reward..."

You walk around to behind the counter. There is a lot of space back here for you to stand behind Peyton. She turns her head back slightly, "Go ahead, I'm yours..."

You couldn't have pictured a better scenario even if you had use mind control on her. Hiking up her dress, you see that she's not wearing any panties. As you had suspected, her ass is perfect. Her pussy is also completely bare, and you can smell a hint of her juices.

You squat down, sticking your face into her pussy, licking and sucking it vigorously.

"Mmm... yeah John..." Peyton moans softly.

You keep licking at her clit for a few minutes until she starts to cums. She's trying her best to stifle her moans by keeping her mouth closed.

While she recovers, you undo your pants and whip out your hard cock. You lean forward, kissing Peyton on the neck and pushing the shoulder straps of her sundress down. They fall off her lean body easily, and her bare breasts are now on the counter. Reaching around with both hands, you cup her breasts, pinching her now erect nipples, which elicits a sharp, stifled groan. Her sundress is now bunched around her waist, leaving her virtually naked.

Enough foreplay. Releasing her right breast, you grasp your cock and line it up with her pussy. Peyton moans at the sensation of your cock head pressing against her lips, ready for you to fuck her.

In one forward thrust, you enter her all the way, balls slapping against her thighs.

"MMM!" she moans through closed lips.

You let go of her other breast, using both hands to hold onto her skinny waist, and start fucking her as hard as you can. She continues to keep her volume down as much as she can and you use it as a motivation to keep going faster and harder. You want to make her scream so loud that people outside in the street can hear her. She stretches her arms forward, holding on to the edge of the counter as you fuck her. After a while, you let go of her hips, and pull on her ponytail as you keep thrusting in and out of her tight pussy.

"Mmmm... Mmm!" she protests, still keeping her mouth shut.

You give in and let go of her hair. You pull your cock out and turn her around. Cupping her ass with both hands, you lift her onto the counter. You kiss Peyton on the lips, forcing your tongue into her mouth. Then, you push her downwards onto the counter, letting her legs wrap around you as you stick your cock into her now familiar pussy. You grab and squeeze her right breast with your left hand, as you fuck her with renewed vigor.

You can feel her pussy contracting around your cock as she starts to cum again. You're near to climax yourself and you start thrusting faster. The combination of her orgasm and your hard fucking is too much for her as she starts screaming in pure joy. That pushes you over the ledge and with a final thrust, you empty your cum into her throbbing pussy.

"Oh god!" she exclaims. She's blushing, thinking about how loud she was. Surely anyone outside the bakery would have heard her. She pushes herself off the counter and kisses you.

"Now, we're even. Actually, I might owe you now. That was the best fuck I've had on this counter. By far."

You smile, proud of yourself. "On this counter?"

"Trust me, this counter sees plenty of action."

You pull your pants back up and tuck your cock away as she adjusts her dress.

"Well, you're welcome. For the purse and the fuck. And now I know where to find you," you say.

She grins in response.

"Anything in the store is free for you... including me. CUM back anytime," she says, making a corny pun and walking over to the door to unlock it.

You give her one last peck on the lips, grab a chocolate cupcake off a shelf, and walk out. Peyton flips the sign on the door as you leave.

Outside, a old lady walks up to you, pointing to your cupcake, then the bakery. "Oh, is she open?"

"Ohhhh, yes she is."