At twenty-eight years old, I have spent the last four years working overnight shifts in this quiet store, just outside of the CBD. Most nights were like this, except for weekends, when you might get a few more customers on the way home from a night out. Otherwise, most of the people I saw were taxi drivers or hospitality workers on their way home.
I looked up reflexively at the sound of electronic doors. A young woman had just walked into the store. Standing at the end of one aisle I saw her from the ground up. Her red heels were quite tall and would have required some skill to walk in so gracefully. My eyes followed her brown legs up to her thicc (yes, I imagined it spelt that way) thighs, perfectly visible under a small bit of black fabric that passed for a skirt.
Above that was a red top with thin straps that barely held in her delicious breasts. I'd never seen so much cleavage (outside of the internet). Moving upward I saw that her make up was carefully done, but also that she was staring back at me, with an amused expression.
"You've never seen me all done up before, have you?" she asked, traces of seduction and humour mixing with her British accent.
It was then that I realised who she was, one of my regulars. Normally she dressed in casual clothes, usually a hoodie or t-shirt, with track pants or running shorts. Her black hair was usually tied back in a long braid, but tonight it had been straightened, and hung loose over her shoulders and back. I'd noticed her before and thought she was cute, but tonight she was stunning. She could be a model or pop star.
"Are you going to stare at me all night" she joked "or is there a chance I could get my usual?"
"Yes, of course" I managed to respond. Resting the mop against one of the shelves I made my way to the other side of the counter. My brain was starting to work again, although some of my blood was moving south. At least I could hide behind the counter if I got too excited. "That's a latte with almond milk?" I asked cautiously.
"You really are distracted" she smiled, and leaned over the counter. Oh no, I could see straight down her top; she was wearing a purple bra, and I could see where the two cups met in the middle. There was something so sexy about being able to see that. "Is that you?" she purred softly as her right hand moved toward my trousers.
I looked down to see her delicate brown hand hovering over my obvious erection. Her long fingernails were painted a deep purple that matched her bra. She took her index finger and slowly ran it over the head of my cock.
"Ugh" I groaned without thinking.
"I've just done a photo shoot" she chatted casually while playing with my cock. I remembered something, but it was difficult to think. She'd mentioned previously that she worked online. "Did I tell you what I do for a living?"
I shook my head to indicate no because, honestly, I couldn't remember.
"That's okay" she continued "I don't talk about it much. I tell most people I work online or that I do data entry, which is kind of true."
She smiled conspiratorially as she continued to play with my hard cock. Despite being twenty-eight, I was a virgin, and felt that I might explode at any minute, but I didn't want her to stop. In fact, I wanted to bend her over the counter, slide my cock under that tiny skirt and into her thicc bum.
"I take naked photos (that's the data) and I enter them onto my only fans page where horny men (or sometimes women) give me money" she moved her hand away. She looked up into my eyes and gave me a sweet smile. "Would you like me to come behind the counter and tell you more about my job? You're clearly too distracted to be using the coffee machine right now."
I nodded, because I couldn't say anything. I'd never been so horny in my life.
"I'm gonna need to hear some words, real language" she instructed "now, repeat after me: yes, mistress."
"Yes, mistress" I managed to get out.
"Please come behind the counter and stroke me until I cum like the naughty boy that I am."
I was so nervous, but I managed to say it, after only four attempts.
"Oh, your such a good boy" she used a cute sing-song voice for that "I'd be delighted to."
A few minutes later we were at the back of the store, in a small office that the manager used for staff meetings or admin. I stood with my back against the wall, trousers and boxer shorts resting at my ankles. Jessica (I'd finally remembered her name) knelt on a cushion at my feet, her perfectly manicured hand slowly stroking my rock hard member.
"They pay for my photos and then I chat to them, help them get off. They tell me all the naughty things they want to do to me" she looked up seductively "to my mouth, my pussy. Some want to penetrate my untouched bum hole or slide their dirty cock between my breasts. Her, let me give you a better look."
She removed her hand and began sliding the small red straps from her shoulders. Reaching behind her back she started unclasping her bra. I reached down to take it from her and placed it on the nearby couch.
"Such a gentleman" she purred "you've always been sweet with me. I've memorised your shifts, to make sure I always get to see you. You must be getting close, I can feel it coming, or is it cumming? I do enjoy a good play on words. People tell me it's 'cause I'm British. Sometimes their surprised to hear a British accent coming from a black girl like me. Clearly they've never been to London."
She continued stroking for a bit, while I enjoyed the view of her enormous breasts. Curvy, voluptuous and thicc were all words that could describe her body type. Her large nipples were dark and I tentatively reach out to touch one. She moaned slightly to indicate her consent. My thumb started playing with her left nipple, while the rest of that hand cupped one amazing breast.
"Oh, I can feel you getting close. I put a lot of effort into my make up tonight, I'll try to aim you at my breasts, but I'll need your help." I adjusted my hips so that I was aiming as much as I could at the juicy targets. "That's a good boy, I bet you'd like to cum all over these, wouldn't you? Don't wait for my approval, just fuckin' nut you filthy little coffee wench."
That was it, that was all I need. Looking down I could see wave after wave of my warm cum painting her breasts. Ropes of cum dangled from her nipples as she stroked the last of it out. She wiped the remaining cum from her hand onto her chest and looked up at me with those beautiful eyes.
"I'm so proud you" she held up her breasts so that I could see my huge load "now, about that latte?"
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