Back to where it all began

Normally I would sit at the coffee shop for hours on a Sunday, grading papers and people watching. But my papers graded themselves now, so Vic and I went to just get coffee and pie and hang out. I was telling her about my last visit here and how I found the Rulebook.

“So it was just sitting on an empty table?” She asked.

“Yep, I opened it to see if there would be a name or something on it, then I read the instructions and did a little test. I wrote a rule to make all the female employees topless. I erased it right after, I really thought I was hallucinating.”

Vic rolled her eyes. “So you think someone just left it here?”

“I thought about it, but there were no rules in it when I picked it up. If someone had left it, why wasn’t there anything written already? And why leave it? You saw the protections I put in for myself. This thing is not something anyone would just leave lying around in a coffee shop, right?”

“Hmm, that’s a good point. Maybe the old owner died and when they did, all the rules they had written disappeared.”

I thought about that for a moment, it was a good theory. “Yeah, that would make sense. But even if that was the case, that doesn’t explain how it showed up at this particular coffee shop and at the very table I was sitting down at. I’ve certainly thought about how and why this immensely powerful thing just dropped in my lap and haven’t really come to any conclusions. Without knowing how the book works, there may be no way to know for sure. Maybe it was drawn to me for some reason? Or me to it?”

“What, like Lord of the Rings?”

“Maybe,” I shrugged “just a thought.”

We chatted for a bit more, bouncing theories and ideas around. After a while, I started getting restless. I looked around and pondered about what I could do. There was a new woman working, middle eastern, dark skin wearing an abaya under her apron. It was hard to make out her figure with what she was wearing. I thought back to the first rule I wrote and pulled out the Rulebook.

Coffee shop
Old Rule: I am the owner of the shop. All employees must be women. The dress code requires all employees and patrons to be topless at all times. The shop only serves women, with the exception of the owner.

I looked around at my handiwork. All the men had vanished. I wondered briefly how it would affect business, no longer being able to serve men. The middle eastern woman was now topless under her apron, her big boobs pressing at the fabric, and a hint of aereola poking out from the sides. She looked very uncomfortable.

Vic was sitting across from me as well, topless. She didn’t seem fazed in the bit, with it being an Old Rule, she probably wasn’t even aware of the change. Even then, she probably wouldn’t have cared in the least. I showed her what I had just wrote.

“What the fuck? I thought it had always been like this here. When did you write that?”

“Just now.”

“Wow. So that thing can really just alter everyone’s mindset to make it seem like the rule has been around forever? That’s wild. I really didn’t even notice a thing.”

“Well, I did.” I was starring at her chest. “Your boobs are looking lovely today, by the way.”

Another eye roll. “Thanks. What about everyone else, anyone peak your interest?”

“That middle eastern woman over there. I’ve never seen her working here before.”

“I think she’s new in town. I wonder what’s going through her head right now.”

“She probably had the same non-reaction you did. But then again maybe not, if she just started working here, she’s probably still trying to adjust.” I looked around at everyone else. There were a few others, a 60-something older woman, a pair of middle aged women talking, a business-woman and a couple of women in their mid-20s, all topless. And then, a moment later, two female police officers walked in.

They proceeded to take off their shirts before placing their orders. Well, rules were rules. I quickly jotted down something else.

Old Rule: Police can drink free, but only if they provide a titjob or blowjob to the owner. Or they can opt to give cunnilingus to an employee of their choice for compensation. The second option reverts to default if the owner is not present.

After placing their orders, the two officers walked up to me, shirts hanging on their arms. “Hello sir.” Without another word, she began to undo my pants. Once my dick was free, she wrapped her breasts around my member and began to work it up and down. Her partner just watched. She gave me a nice show while continuing the titty fuck. I started to cum, shooting jizz straight up all of over her chin and neck. She kept working my dick getting every last drop of cum out. Her partner was up next. “If you don’t mind, I prefer a blowjob, less cleanup that way.”

“Of course officer, no problem.”

She wrapped her lips around my cock then immediately deep-throated it. She was certainly experienced, that’s for sure. She bobbed her head along my shaft aggressively. After a few minutes of having my cock impaled in her throat, I came. She didn’t have any problem swallowing my load, then she mopped up my cock with her tongue before standing and joining her partner at another table. And they say _serve and protect _is dead.

“Was that as good as it looked?” Vic asked.

“Sure was. She was a deep-throat master. And the titty fuck was pretty good too.” The two cops lingered for a while, finished their coffee, got dressed and left. I noticed the middle eastern barista had been stealing glances at the action with the cops and me. She was bent over a table just then, wiping it down, making her ample breasts swing back and forth. She’d given up trying to keep them tied up in her apron, I could now make out her full brown nipples, they looked succulent. Another rule

Old Rule: The owner may use any employee in any way to satisfy his sexual needs.

I beckoned her over. “You’re new here right?”

“Yes sir.” She said with a heavy accent. “Me daughter and me just move here. She very smart and get scholarship to school.”

“You must very proud. Are you aware of the rules we have here in the cafe?”

“Yes sir.”

“You know the one about the owner being able to use any employee?”

She was looking very nervous, “Y...Yes sir.”

“Well, I require that now, from you. So please disrobe.”

“You want me disrobe? Right here?”

“That’s right.” She slowly untied the apron and took it off. Next was the long flowing skirt, it looked like she just tied the top of her abaya around her waist so she could put it back on quickly. Now topless and bottomless, she hesitated before finally pulling down her black lace panties to reveal a full bush. My dick still out from the cops, I told her, “Sit on my cock.” With a look of terror, she complied. I held my dick and guided it to her entrance as lowered herself onto me. Her body twitched and she tried to suppress a moan as I entered her. Without being told, she started to grind against me.

Her big boobs where bouncing in front of my face, so I grabbed them, kneading her soft flesh before leaning forward to take a big brown nipple in my mouth. She kept at it, going faster and faster, her moans getting louder. Her thighs tightened around me and she slowed as she came. With tit in mouth, I grabbed her ass and got her moving again. It didn’t take much longer for me to explode. I shot rope after rope of cum inside her hairy pussy.

Vic asked “So when’s it my turn?” Vic watched the whole show, getting ever more horny herself. The middle eastern woman was just beginning to get off me, I told her, “I’m not finished with you yet, lay down on this table on your back.” I turned to Vic and said, “Strip those pants off, bend over and lick the cum from her pussy.” Vic didn’t waste any time. She stripped her short shorts and thong off as fast as she could and got into position. I lined up behind here and jabbed into her dripping pussy. She did her best to clean up my cum from the other woman’s cunt, but it was hard with me pounding into her. Most of my cum dripped out on the floor, but Vic was able to get some of it. I finished inside her, then we got dressed and left, leaving the middle eastern woman to clean up and get back to work.

Vic and I spent most of the rest of the day together. We ended up back at her place. The second we got inside, she headed to her bedroom, told me to wait five minutes, then come in after her. When I got in her room, she was laying face down, arms splayed to either side, handcuffed. There were loose ropes at her ankles, which I tied down. I spent some time teasing her first, running a kitchen knife down her leg or back, not enough to break skin, but just enough that she felt it. Licking her bare skin, rubbing fingers near her erogenous zones, but never getting too close. When she couldn’t take anymore and was pleading for me to fuck her, I took her in the pussy, creaming it when finished. Then I fucked her twice more in her tight ass.

Once I untied her, she sat up and rubbed her sore neck. “Its a good thing you have other people to fuck. There’s no way I could take the amount of cum you pump out.” I just laughed. Tomorrow was Monday and I had scheduled a parent-teacher meeting with Harimi’s mom, which I was looking forward to.