Horny (obviously)

“Dang, that was intense” you think. The pretty businesswoman is still lying across the barista’s back, deep, sobbing breaths wracking her frame. You’re kind of worried you might have things too far, and lean forward to check on her.

The Barista takes this opportunity to shift positions, disengaging her warm mouth and kissing the base of your shaft. "She’s good for a first-timer" you think.

“Sir?” She says tentatively from under the hem of your toga. “As Jessica’s been very brave taking such a painful caning, perhaps you’d consider rewarding her by finishing in her pussy?”

Oh, you’d like that. She’s got such a pretty wet pussy, pink lips framed by curly copper hair… run your hand over her welted bottom, eliciting a small cry from the redhead. “Would you like that?” you ask her softly.

Her only response is to clamber off the barista’s back and kneel facing away from you, face on the floor and ass pointed in your direction. She reaches back, pulling her lips apart for you, showing just how wet your treatment left her swollen pink love-canal but not saying a word. The only sound in the cafe is the blonde bystander’s laboured breathing.

You get off the chair and kneel behind the redheaded businesswoman and lift your toga – the Barista takes initiative, grasping your painfully hard cock and helping guide it into Jessica’s waiting wetness. You grab ahold of the businesswoman’s hips, burying yourself inside her.

As soon as your hips touch her welted behind, Jessica comes hard, squirting all over your cock and thighs. The sight sends the voyeuristic blonde over the edge and she comes noisily, and you’re not far behind as Jessica’s spasming muscles and submissive posture become too much to take in, your love-juices overflowing inside her.

The café is silent for a while, then slowly, the businesswoman pulls herself off your cock, readjusting her toga as she turns around so you’re kneeling face to face.

“My Lady” she says quietly. “So that’s what that’s like. Wish my regular mentor could do that”. She looks at you, bright-eyed – you could swear she looks noticeably younger than before you started. She makes a quick gesture and you feel a buzz from some kind of device at your hip. “Thank you” she says, putting one hand on your shoulder. “I’ve got to run, but I’ve removed all privacy barriers to you – if you want me I’m available anytime, anyplace”. She gives you a quick peck on the lips, rises and straightens her toga in one fluid motion, and is out the door with an impressive efficiency.