First, some coffee

Frankly, neither of those options sounded all that appealing. What you needed was to calm down and think things over, and what better way then over some freshly brewed coffee?

You can't think of any other way, so you dress up a little, donning one of your best t-shirts and clean jeans before heading over to the coffee shop that was on the ground floor of your building. That place was your favorite to sit down and just think.

But not because their coffee was something amazing or anything else like that. It's just that the staff was all so friendly and beautiful, specially the owner, Jacqueline. She was a drop-dead gorgeous black woman, with some hispanic mixed in, on her early thirties, with had a killer body, a slim waist complimented by huuuuuge tits.

In fact, the main reason you, and a lot of the other patrons, visited the place so much was because you could spend hours subtly, and sometimes not-so-subtly, ogling her. Jacqueline's staff was also very easy on the eyes, mostly filled with black girls from the rough part of town that she employed as way to give them a chance to better their lives.

After picking up your stuff and quickly making your way to the coffee shop, you take your favorite seat in a dark corner, sighing as you look around. The place is fairly full, the baristas chatting away with the customers. You've always wished you could take freely with them like that but, despite friendly the staff given how much you came here, you never had the guts. What would any of these black, beautiful women have in common with you, anyway?

As you motion for one of the baristas to come and take your order, your mind returns to the events of the day. Fuck, Veruca was so hot... and you hadn't busted a nut, so your cock instantly springs back to life at the thought of her.

Closing your eyes, you sigh as a mix of emotions clouds your mind, from shame of not having fucked a hot bitch that was actually asking for it, to pride for refusing to take advantage of an obviously unstable girl.

"John, are you ok?"

The question nearly makes you jump from your chair, you see Jacqueline just in front of you, bending over with her hands on her knees, the position pushing up her tits in a rather obscene way, and she looked you straight in the eyes with clear concern.

It takes all of your willpower not to drool at the sight of her enormous breasts squished together under an apron and a tight t-shirt, but you manage to gather enough blood in your brain to answer. "I'm... I'm fine, really."

"You just seem... out of sorts." Jacqueline says, smiling sweetly. "Can I get anything to cheer you up? An expresso? Maybe a cappucino? One of my girls to ride your cock?"

You stare at her in disbelief. Did you hear right? "Hmm... what?!"

"Don't you want some tight, black bitch riding your cock?" Jacqueline asks, looking at you with confusion in her face. After a few seconds, that changes into a knowing, kind smile. "Of course. You want me."

Either you have gone crazy, or the world has. Either way, before you can say anything she puts a finger in your lips, asking you to be quiet.

"I got you, babe." She says, a mischievous smirk plastered on her beautiful face. "Mama is going to take good care of you."

She stands straight, tossing away her apron and the t-shirt, before slowly lifting her overworked bra over her head, her tits dropping and smacking into eachother, jiggling lewdly. The fact that you don't immediately blow your load at the sight is damn near a miracle, and when she kneels under the table and fishes out your cock, all of your brain activity ceases.

Her tits wrap around your cock, her gigantic mounds completely engulfing the hard member. A moan spills from your lips, Jacqueline winking at you with pride, as she works her rack up and down, the white precum glistening in her cleavage, and how you haven't cum yet from this divine, warm and soft feeling, is a mistery for the ages.

Still, you know this is madness, the cops were probably on their way and you should stop her, and you can't help but to stare at her with concern in your eyes.

Jacqueline senses your unease, and says softly. "What's the matter, John? Just relax, and let me take care of everything..."

"This is so wrong... we should stop..."

"Oh, you!" Jacqueline says, brushing away your concerns. "There's nothing wrong in unwinding a little bit! I'm sure no one else minds..."

Indeed, you look around and everyone is minding their own business, only Tanya, one of the staff, catches you looking and gives you a smile and a thumbs up, encouraging you. By the time you look down again, Jacqueline has changed her tatics, squishing her breasts against your thighs so that the head of your prick popped out of her cleavage.

"Now, this is a little trick that is sure to make you feel good." She says, and before you can say anything she locks her lips around the tip of your cock and begins sucking like a vacuum, looking at you in submission. The feeling is indescribable, and no moral reserve or shyness can stop you from blowing the biggest load of your life.

Jacqueline smiles at you in thriumph before opening her mouth and letting your seed spill unto her tits, before thoroughly licking your cock and balls clean. Fuck, the contrast between your white dick and her beautiful black face as your prick rested on her visage while she worshiped your nuts almost got you hard again.

After she finishes spit-shining your dong, she gets up kisses you on the cheek, tenderly. "I need to get back to work now, but if you need anything else, and I mean <i>anything</i>, just let me or one of my girls know, alright." She says, smiling fondly. "We will be more than happy to stop whatever we are doing to fuck you."

She leaves before you can say anything, stunned from what just happened. Why do all beautiful black women you encounter seem so eager to jump on your dick? Why doesn't anybody else seem to care?

Alright, you need to calm down and think this through, you say to yourself. Either this is a damn good dream or the world has changed somehow, and the best way is to run some tests. After pinching yourself, you signal Tanya and she comes over to take your order, giggling to herself.

"Hey, John. Ready to order?"

"Can I get a cappucino, please?"

Tanya looks at you disappointed, and you take your time to look her over as goes to prepare your order. Though nowhere near as busty as her boss, she was quite curvy on her own, with thick thighs and a great, round ass. When she brings it over, you grab her hand to make her stay. "Can I ask you something, Tanya? Er... is it okay if I call you by your name?"

"Oh, sweetie, you can call me anything! Tanya, slut, bitch, whore, whatever you want!" She says, giddily. "Better yet, don't even call me! Just slap my ass and tell what you want me to do and I'll do it."

The thought is intoxicating, there was so many things you wanted to do with her... But for now, you needed to focus. "Tanya, what did you think of your boss giving me a titjob?"

"It was pretty hot." The black beauty said, biting her lips. "But if you give me a chance, I can ride your dick like a pro! I mean, you haven't lived until you have a black booty twerking on your cock!"

The giddy, non-plussed way she talked about fucking you made your dick twitch back to life, the primal need to take her upon her offer pulsing in the back of your head. But that was not the point, what you needed now was an answer. "What I meant is... you don't mind she blowing me in public? You don't think it's wrong?"

She cocks her head, looking at you as if you were a child questioning why does the sun shine. "You seemed kinda down, so she was just showing you a good time. What would be wrong about that?"

"So... she would do that for any customer?" You ask.

"Of course not!" Tanya sounds truly offended. "It's just for you."

"Why?" Your innate, shy and distrustful nature comes out. "Why would she(and you, and Veruca) go that far for me?"

"Why not?" She asks, her bubbly personality cracking slightly. "If you need a pick-me-up, why shouldn't we help you? We all love to!"

"So if I'm feeling down, you will fuck it out of me?"

"Not just that, silly! When you are happy, I would love to celebrate with you." She says, sitting on your on your lap and grinding her phat ass against your growing bulge. "Just think of me as a sex toy, something to be used and discarded... that would be so hot, actually..."

You are still confused, but your raging boner isn't. You finish your cappucino while Tanya keeps on grinding, and you think about what to do next.