Something quick and intense

She walks around the counter and out into the customer area, pointing to one of the wide, cushioned chairs in the corner. “You sit here.”

You oblige her, and she kneels down in front of you and starts to unbuckle your pants. “Two rules,” she says. “First, keep your hands on the arms of the chair. I was giving some guy a birthday present last month, and he tried to **** my face down on his cock. I don’t like being choked.”

“Got it.” You put your hands on the solid arms of the chair.

She eases your stiff, aching cock out of your underwear. “Well,” she says, giving you a playful stroke, “you are ready for this, aren’t you?”

The feel of her fingers makes your breath catch. “What’s...what’s the second rule?”

“Right, second rule.” She inches forward so that she doesn’t have to bend as far to reach you. “I want you to close your eyes and imagine that I took off all my clothes and climbed into your lap for a hard, fast fuck. Imagine that what you’re feeling is my greedy little pussy, tight around your pretty cock.”

This won’t be difficult, since you’ve imagined something similar on your own, though your own fantasies of Brianna usually involve some of the syrups and whipped cream from behind the counter.

You close your eyes. Immediately you feel the firm grip of her hand, the warmth of her breath, and then it’s her soft lips, her wet tongue, and your cock disappears into her mouth.

The image comes easily. In your mind’s eye, she’s nude and straddling you, kneeling on top of you, with her hands on your shoulders. Her nipples are hard, her eyes are half-closed, her lips are parted in pleasure. You can see your cock entering her, and imagine how her head would toss when she felt you enter her.

Brianna’s head bobs in your lap, brisk and even, with the occasional slurp or murmur. In your imagination, she’s eager, determined, bouncing up and down on you, her wet pussy gripping you. She would moan, bite her lip, gasp.

You clutch the arms of the chair, panting. She lets you slip out of her mouth for a moment so she can take a breath, and pumps your slick cock vigorously with one hand, making you cry out. Then she swallows you again, and the sensation is even more intense than before.

You conjure up images of Brianna reaching her own orgasm. You imagine her shouting, her body shaking, thrusting herself against you, her pussy squeezing you over and over.

You cry out again, and this time you explode. She slows down, coaxing, sucking, using her tongue to massage your spurting cock. She rides out your entire orgasm, teasing out every last drop, becoming more gentle as you become more delicate. You are left floating in a euphoric haze, and you’d happily sit here all day with your cock in her mouth.

Brianna, however, has to get back to work. She has a towel with her, and when she finally lets you slide out of her lips, she turns aside to cover her face and spit. A few wipes of the towel and her lips are dry.

She stands up, and gives you a satisfied smile. “Better buckle up. A car just pulled into the parking lot. Oh, and my birthday is in two weeks. You can tell me all about what you just imagined us doing before you put your head between my legs.”