Sucking Nipples At The Licking Sip Coffee Shop

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Lana peered around the corner from the back room, her leggings pooled at her ankles like cuffs. Many tables full of patrons already. Is he here yet?The droning of machines filled the air as they spilled brown drink delights into cups. The freshly ground coffee aroma rich and thick plugged her nostrils full. Full enough to block out the shock wave of aftershave that usually hung in the coffee shop like a near-toxic fog. Her brain now associated the smell of coffee with her swollen erotic feelings, swelling enough to seek popping. She smiled a naughty smile. Gonna get fucked. Fuck, fuck, fuck yeah. Pounded today. Her clitoral bits blissfully sent out a twitch.The cool air brushed her now bare buttocks as she adjusted the waist of her skirt below her belly button. The saliva thickened in the back of her throat as she tried to swallow her lust down to her gut.I need him here today.“Order for Michael is ready,” Celeste waved her arm towards the blue-green cup with a white plastic lid, a lone drink on the orders-up counter. She pulled her wench top-down snugging the elastic below her C cups. “Hit me.” She stretched her arms wide pushing her peaked breasts out, her head back.German wenches. Harley’s pick for uniforms without a single hesitation for the coffee shop waitstaff. The owner gets what the owner wants. Right? A truer fantasy of her husband’s never played out so well as when he had chosen the costumes: white top off the shoulders, a circle of fabric clung to the women’s biceps, the elastic edged fabric of the top needing just a quick tug down to bare breasts. Big ones. Small ones. Saggy ones. A cups. He didn’t care. He loved them all. But most of all … all the nipples.He had insisted on the ruffled short skirts so going commando meant the lower ass cheeks were visible below the ruffles even on the skinniest women. “Spank bait,” Harley had said as he had bent her over the table to fuck her from behind in the crisp new German wench outfit, christening the first day of business at The Licking Sip a mere three years ago. His cum had clung in thick drip lines down the insides of her thighs as she had served the first customer a simple deep rich cup of straight-up boring black coffee. The lucky first patron’s eyes had never left her breasts as she handed him the hot cup, his skin crinkling around the gleam of lust in his eyes. A warm feeling had bathed Lana. She liked to be used and this was gonna hit her sweet spot every day she worked. Her libido tweaked, she went about the first day of business to be sucked, fucked, and spanked like a good girl.Lana’s eyes fell to her friend, her coworker, her confidant. Lerise was in a precarious position slightly bent over a table occupied by three men, all eyeing her up like centerfold meat. The man nearest to her had his hand raised above her ass. He delivered one spank before Lerise briskly shuffled off.Nora nodded and finally pointed the whipped cream can downward hovering above Celeste’s erect giant pink nipple. She had the kind of nipples porn stars would die for. Can’t plastic surgery your way into a good nipple, as Harley always says.Lana stacked a loose pile of scratch paper in front of the register, her stomach growled. She had forgotten to eat real food after swallowing down Harley’s cum this morning. She shrugged. “Aw, fuck it.”The scream of the pressed nozzle of the whipped cream can blended quickly into the eruption of cheering sounds in the shop, making it more like white noise than a promise to suck. The clapping slammed her ears as shouts rang out. Skin slaps rang out across the room. The whole shop buzzed with lusty growls and hoots.Someone’s getting fucked. Most likely Lerise.Upon entering the shop, Lana had seen Lerise near one of her regulars, who’d usually grab her and fuck her right up the ass like he was giving her a tip. While Lana cringed, the memory popped in her head of when Lerise had admitted one late night over tequila shots as they had cleaned the big coffee pots that really, she loved it more than she ever wanted to admit. Lana had bit her lips together so hard the secret would never escape.Lerise’s top was missing, not that she appeared to give a fuck where it went as her body was gyrating from his hard thrusts, her wild hair danced. He had claimed her butt once more.Lana shook her head as she caught Celeste’s gleaming eyes. Her tits were now smothered in whipped cream, the peaks jutting out only to be smashed by Michael’s mouth in an isvecbahis instant, his coffee ignored on the counter behind Celeste as he mouthed the cream off her right tit, a bulb of cream squeezing out the corner of his mouth as he worked her nipple over. Michael sucked her deep into his mouth as Celeste arched her back, her head almost knocking over Michael’s coffee cup. She moaned.Lana shifted in her shoes. These damn heels pinched her toes. Why hadn’t she chosen the usual red ones? The tile floor proved a worthy opponent forcing her to walk like she had a stick up her butt in these ones.She glanced across the shop in time to see Lerise’s orgasm face, her eyes drooping shut, her perky pointed tits jogging across her chest as Fernando wildly fucked her ass from behind, her fingers pressing her clit near the surface of the table. Her dark skin glistened in drip lines from her breasts to her belly, a bit of white cream still smeared across the bulge of her right breast. She cried out and there were cheers as Fernando leaned back to give her ass a few more smacks. His body gyrated like a jackhammer against her butthole until his body shook with a massive groan.Lana shook her head as she tied an apron around her waist, its frayed cut edge just barely an inch longer than her ruffled skirt on the front side. She was to start behind the counter making the coffee drinks and would rotate to the floor in an hour. Lerise had done her job and the cups with lids were lined up for the rush. Good girl, Lerise.Lerise pulled a Ziploc baggy from the waistband of her skirt and held it open for Fernando to drop his condom in. She slid her fingers across the seal with a grin. Fernando gave her ass another smack as she stood there. He pushed a wad of money into her palm with a devilish grin. Sitting next to his friends he looked like the pirate of the group amongst clean-shaven businessmen, men who probably fucked their secretaries bent over their big dark wooden desks that housed pictures of their wives and kids. But Fernando, he fucked her every time he graced The Licking Sip with his brutish self. It was a tradition many patrons came to watch if lucky enough to catch the show.Lerise forced a tight smile as she flung her thick mass of curly dark hair behind one shoulder. The space beneath the table proved a fail to provide her with her missing shirt, even on all fours with hands grabbing at her ass as she searched didn’t produce the flimsy white top. Fernando had probably flung it like a slingshot across the shop, to be found by janitors behind a coffee bean display.She stood and shrugged her shoulders. She and her bare top half joined me behind the counter. Her breasts round and bulging like she was walking with shiny dark hams on her chest.“Nice orgasm?” I laid a towel over her bare shoulder, its hem landed near her right dark pointed tit.“Fuck yes, I did. That man knows how to push me face first in the best orgasms.” She winked. “He’s a pro-pro ass fucker.”Secrets. Yes, we all held them like sweet screams in our hearts. How is every man not a pro ass fucker? I wouldn’t know. But seems a thrust is a thrust no matter the hole. “Good for you. Need a drink?”“Earl Grey tea for Mr. Boring.” She fluttered her long eyelashes as if she were sweeping fresh air into her eyes.I laughed. “He might be boring, but he can’t get enough of watching you get ass-fucked by Fernando. I think they both have your schedule.”She raised her eyebrows at me three times. “Mr. Boring greases my backside. Sh! Don’t tell a soul.” Lerise’s whispered words dropped Lana’s jaw. Girl is a genius at double-dipping!“He pays you? Or fucks you?” Lana widened her eyes.She shook her head, eyes full of mischief.“Lerise!”She smacked her own right hip. “I ain’t delving, bitch.” Her smirk a slap across Lana’s face.“I’d never tell Harley, Lerise, and honestly, he wouldn’t care. He’d probably call you an entrepreneur making extra money like that.”She walked away shaking her head, finger waving in the air.“I’m serious.” Lana’s pussy flared as he walked in. Fuck yes. He’s here! Her heart pounded as he caught her stare and nodded, eyes afire like the devil himself.He’s come with his friend Alex, the one who always looked like someone was pulling a turd out of his ass with a pair of cold metal tongs. Poor man, a face loved by a mama and grandmama only.She bit her lip, so her face wouldn’t betray her internal chuckle. Darren knew her floor shift wasn’t for an hour, she isveçbahis giriş had texted him earlier this morning. Curious indeed why he’s early. Her pussy opening flared as he raised an eyebrow from across the room. He grabbed his cock through his loose jeans and shook the bulge, a big fat naughty grin pillaging his face.Well, fuck it now, Darren. Please.Celeste slid up to Lana’s side. “Harley coming today?” She grabbed a napkin and wiped Michael’s saliva from her tits.”Most likely not.” I shrugged.She tossed the napkin and continued walking to the tit-washer, a Harley original invention, one some local illegal brothels paid Harley big bucks to make for their own establishments too. A patent will never grace its existence, but word of mouth and bought under the table is better anyways, as Harley always said. More money in his pocket.He had said, “Ain’t no government on this planet gonna let me patent a titty-washer.” He had laughed so hard he had cried and wound up in a coughing fit, a lag of drool slipping out to wet his goatee.Celeste leaned over the titty-washer and stuck her breasts in the holes of the machine. She pressed the button and the water sound whirred in the chamber as the brushes inside whirred their spin and cleaned her breasts. Harley had run a hose for a hot water line to the unit and attached a soap dispenser that leaked soap into the water when the button was pressed. It was like a foot soaker bath but for boobs instead. Harley proved to be a genius because now it was really easy to wash our tits between customers sucks.Celeste stood up, all nearby eyes on her wet breasts. Her massive hard nipples glistened even in the calming dim light of the shop. She never bothered to dry them, none of us did. The patrons loved seeing wet boobs and nips. Made our shirts wet from drips but when we got slipped extra tips walking away from the machine, so not one of us ever complained about a wet shirt. Plus, the titty-washer felt erotic as fuck, so we all got off on it, while patrons looked at our asses bent over. It was a win-win all around.We just got away with what we did, and no one ever complained so our coffee shop held its sucking, fucking, and licking quiet, asexual as worms, we looked legit from the curb.Nora was straddling George who was seated at the table near the bathrooms, his beard painted in cream as he mowed her creamy dark nipple into his mouth, his hands cupping her bare ass, fluffing her skirt up more as he squeezed. Her red hair shimmering like fiery rays of sun down her back.“Nora is peddling today, huh?” I secured the lid on a cup and handed it to Celeste. “I need to suck those tits of yours today, Celeste.””Get in line, babe.” She smirked grabbing both tits aiming them at me, giving her head a backward jerk. “Yeah. Her shirt was down from the second she walked in, so yeah. She’s giving suckles today.”“Beautiful. Happy customers make my Harley happy.” Lana cocked her head at her friend. “And me as a trickle-down.”The doorbell jingled. Lana’s loins spread as a young man in his late twenties walked in with biceps the size of pineapples, and a mop of chocolate hair that needed her fingers to mess it up.She blinked to make sure he was real. Bring this girl your wood, Sir.She kept the hold of their mutual gaze constant for a full minute as he approached her at the ordering counter. New meat to grace the honey pot. Fuck to the fuck yes, please. Harley will like watching the video of him riding me from behind no doubt. Let’s provide the husband with live porn, youngster. Her lips sloshed together because she had just wet them. She leaned forward to take his order with a moist lip smack, though it’s not even her register post for much longer, but she’s taking him.“What can I get you, Sir?”His grin flexed Lana’s pile of pubic hairs. Not really but fuck, please grace me with that. Her pussy juiced herself upon her eye scan taking all of him in. What a delicious man.“What’s your poison?” Her index finger felt up her tongue. She sucked it as she gave him fuck me eyes.“I’ll take a campfire mocha and creamed tits.” His chest shook as he laughed, his cheeks rosy and taut above his grand smile. So jovial. Hot as fuck. “Do I actually order it like that?” he scoffed with a head jerk as his muscular hand fondled his jawline the way she wanted her thighs too. He glanced back at his friend with a wave of his hand.“Yes, you actually do.” Lana leaned forward further, making her tits graze the isveçbahis yeni giriş computer screen. “And you can pick the tits. Any waitress with her shirt pulled down is free game for a whipped cream titty suck. And more.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Potentially.”“Ah, gotcha. Shirts up mean so sucky.” He glanced around the room with a quick eye sweep.Harley, though he’s a dumbass, was really pretty smart. Easy down wench tops with elastic at the top proved as easy to pull down as they are to pull up. Police officers, unless known, politicians, unless outed, teachers, unless regulars, and all other known respectful folk, or kids, approaching the door was shirts up, otherwise, it was tits out, unless taking a break from being sucked. On the occasion that happened, but tips were always less, so most waitresses kept their shirts down.Lana tugged her shirt lower as it had crept up her underboobs and had started crawling its own way up her breasts. Naughty mode was always really easy with a simple shirt yank. Fuck yeah. Her grin seeped naughtier.“You are behind that counter, though. Do I come back there to suckle your beauties then?” He raised an eyebrow at me as he licked his lower lip. “Yours look just my style.”“DD.” Lana gave him a deep smile.He nodded with a lecherous grin. “Yes.”Her clit twitched from the lusty look in his eyes. Her pussy gaped and she resisted the urge to touch her wetness. “Anywhere you want me,” her voice barely a whisper as his friends behind him dropped their jaws. “It’s our way here.”“For real?” the man with shaggy red hair asked, his flannel shirt a step away from wear holes over his elbows.“I told you, man. This place is a titty suck place, legit. Don’t you and those big ears of yours ever listen?” This sexy man who wanted her tits shook his head. “Fuck. It’s like you cotton-eared, fucker.”Lana leaned back to peak her tits. Want those lips of yours to grace these nipples, little boy.He rubbed the giant rod pressing out his jeans. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. You sneak in a few strokes too, beautiful?” He chuckled with a nod as he rubbed the giant mound at his crotch. “Fuck, this place kicks ass. I heard about it, so nice it’s bald, ya know? Just as I heard it was. No coverup.” He glanced over at Celeste being spanked, bent over the table by a man twice her size, his gray beard gracing his chest wiggling like jello as he slapped her butt. “Fuck me! Spanking too?”Lana swiveled and twerked her butt up at him. “If you want. I’d like it.”“So, do I pay extra to suck and spank?” His eyes flared wide.Lana shook her head. “It’s tip-based, love. We aren’t a brothel.”He nodded. “Got it. Honor system. Well, I’d never stiff you. Not that way, anyhow.” All three men laughed.Lana tried not to naughty smile, but it slid out as she took his card to ring up his order.“Fuck yes,” he muttered. “Love this place!”Lana giggled inside. There might be drool slipping out of his mouth.From across the room, Darren’s eyes were on her as she batted her eyelashes at the husky young man. “Where do you want me, love?”“Back there would be hot if I’m allowed.”His large hands made her pussy drool. Them wide and strong hooks smacking her ass, those wide meaty fingers up her pussy. Fuck yes!“As you wish.” Lana motioned him back with her hand. She locked eyes with Darren as a little grin spread his lips open into a leer.Lana raised her arms as Celeste readied the whipped cream can. She coated Lana’s nipples and breasts with the cream as Lerise made the man’s coffee drink. His friends’ faces were glued to Lana as she lowered her arms. Celeste moved out of the way as the big sexy man squatted down a bit and pulled Lana’s chest closer to his face. He licked the cream then attacked her nipple with a wide-open mouth, cream squishing out the sides of his mouth and dropping to the floor. He moaned like he hadn’t had tit in way too long.Lana’s hands tangled in his thick dark waves, tugging at his hair in chunks as he grunted before sucking her nipple deep into his mouth, deep throating it. Lana moaned squeezing his scalp firmly with her fingers. She suddenly yearned to nurture this lusty hungry man.“Aw, fuck yeah,” the red-haired man slurred from the other side of the counter. “I want that. Fuck. Need me an oral fix too. I want that dark-skinned goddess.” He licked his lips and left his mouth open slightly after showing the slight space between his front teeth.“No shit. Wonder if they suck cock?” the other friend asked as he ran his hand down his thin frame to cup his crotch.Nora came up behind him and whispered in his ear. He nodded with a grin. “Okay. That’s it. This is our new hangout. I can’t believe this place isn’t more packed.”

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