The Skim(py) Cafe- May's Day Off free porn video

While May slept in, Brenda had gone into work early that morning to make sure she could handle the cafe on her own. She went about the morning set up with earbuds in, bobbing her head to the music.

When she was bent over the couches fixing the pillows she felt hands slip around her waist and hug her tight against something bulging.

“If I could start my day with seeing this view every day I would, Brenda.” Adam whispered as he leaned his weight down on her, making her catch her breath.

“You know how to say just the right things to get laid, you know that right?” She said as she twisted in his arms until she could plant her soft lips on his. He cupped her cheek as he kissed her and brought his hand down her leg and up her skirt. To his surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties.

“Ohh Brenda… you’ve broken a violation here.” he breathed into her ear as he nibbled it and his finger slipped inside her, making her gasp.

She spread her legs as much as her tight skirt allowed, inviting more of his hand into her slit. “It’s sitting on your chair in your office. You would have seen it if you weren't fingering your staff member.” She teased.

“I’ll show you a staff member you won't forget.” He said as he hooked three fingers into her pussy and started dragging her across the cafe towards his office. She whimpered as he tugged her along behind him.

When May woke up, it was after eight, which was several hours after her typical time and she felt better than she did when she went to bed. The ache was gone as she gently picked up the crumpled white note. She smoothed it out the best she could as she read it again. James. Knowing his name gave her butterflies. But what had he meant by not calling him that? He must have meant a title of some sort. What title would be appropriate though? She hated the thought but she considered asking Brenda. She seemed to know quite a lot about these things. Thinking about her friend and the events yesterday made her cheeks flush with shame.

Brenda herself was red in the face as well that morning. Adam had thrown her over the desk and held her hair taunt as his throbbing cock pierced her wet hole. She cried out in pleasure as he drilled her into the desk repeatedly, pushing back onto his shaft whenever she could.

Her hands wrapped around the other end of the desk, clawing into the mahogany wood. He had her skirt pulled up around her waist exposing her ass that jiggled with each slap of his balls into her wide thighs.

He groaned and fucked her harder as she started whining. He knew she was closer than he was to finishing so he gave her ass a quick slap and held onto her hair again as he plowed into her pussy.

As she came hard, her body shaking between the desk and his hips, Adam found it hard not to cum inside her as well. When she was over most of her orgasm he yanked her back and sidestepped, letting her fall to the floor. His hand was edging his wet cock as he stepped before her.

“Open up, slut.” he commanded and she did as told, still moaning from her orgasm. He sprayed rope after rope on her chin, cheek and onto her awaiting tongue. He was careful not to get any in her hair, despite wanting to badly. Appearances and all that.

He grunted as the last of his spunk emptied from his balls and he zipped himself up as she licked her mouth, getting as much as she could. As she cleaned herself he went around the desk, found her red thong and tossed it at her.

“Get yourself presentable, Brenda. You don't want any customers seeing you and getting the wrong idea? Do you?”

Her face was still red from the fresh fuck she took but the color darkened as she nodded and stood on shaky legs to go to the bathroom to freshen up.

May had taken her time with breakfast, enjoying some milk and cereal while still in her hoodie. She was still deciding on what to do today when her mind wandered while she was brushing her recently boiled clean toothbrush. She eyed the vibrating brush and knew what she wanted to do today. She spit out the toothpaste and finished getting ready to step out for the day.

Having washed away his cum in the sink and serving several customers their daily dose of caffeine, Brenda was sated. Usually she felt frisky every morning but on May’s day off she was always taken care of.

In walked three men while she was flirting with one of her older patrons. She eyed them as she giggled at whatever the old man said. Each man was extremely well dressed, two of them sporting Rolexes. They each got a mug and sat towards the front of the cafe, near the bay doors.

She excused herself from the elder man’s lap in favor of richer waters, swaying her hips as she approached the new table. She smiled and leaned down, letting them see as much cleavage as she could push forward as she leaned on the table. These guys might be good tippers.

“Well good morning gentlemen. How nice of you to stop in for a drink and brighten my day.” she flashed a warm smile as she looked at each of them in the eyes. The tallest one had green eyes and black hair. He had glasses on that made him look sharper than the others, who were both dirty blonde, shorter but broader. They obviously spent time in the gym.

“You are lucky we happened to stop by. Looks like you needed the business.” The black haired man said as he gazed around, looking at the few people in the cafe with a dismissive look on his face.

Brenda feigned another flirty smile, not pleased with his air of superiority. “Well I hope you enjoy your time here, sir, and that our drinks exceed your expectations.” she collected their mugs and went behind the counter with a wink and a sour taste in her mouth.

One black coffee, one with hazelnut and cream and the last a cappuccino. All of them were simple enough and she returned with them on a small tray. The hazelnut was set before the man with the glasses and she placed the other two correctly as well. Only the two shorter men took a sip from their cups. The taller man looked down at his cup, seemingly in thought.

“If there’s anything else I can get you, please let me know. My name is Brenda.” she said with a final smile before turning to go to the counter.

She had rounded the bar just as a loud shattering sound made her jump and shriek. The taller man was standing and staring at her, his hands clenched.

“What kind of joke is this establishment? You got my order completely wrong you dimwitted bitch.”

Brenda was many things, but a dimwitted bitch wasn't one. She marched over to him and stood her ground.

“Hazelnut and cream. Your order was hazelnut and cream. That's what you got. That's what I made. Did you even taste it?” she looked down at the broken ceramic cup, absolutely livid. This entitled prick thought he could just do whatever he wanted and she wasn't backing down.

“You must have gotten this job based on your slutty looks alone. Your incompetence is insulting half the population of the world. It said vanilla latte. Can you fucking read?”

“It did not say that, asshole. I don't need to take this bullshit either. You’re no longer welcome here as a customer. Leave.” Brenda said with as much force as she could muster.

He took a step towards her and she flinched. That was her mistake. The other two men had risen and stalked around the table, grabbing both of her arms and pinning them behind her back. Her heart raced as the black haired man lowered his face to hers. His fingers dug into her cheeks until her jaw hurt and she whimpered in fear.

“It looks like you need more than one lesson, cunt. The first will be taking an order, the next will be fulfilling it and achieving customer satisfaction, and right now, I am far from satisfied."

His other fist collided with her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. As Brenda doubled over the two men slammed her on the table, spilling the other two mugs and toppling them onto the floor. Some of the coffee started collecting under her cheek, it's heat burning her and making her hiss.

“Hold her still for me.” the man ordered as he went around the counter, his hand on his lips as he perused its contents. The cafe was silent as all eyes watched him picked up a long slender bottle with a metal pouring spout on it. He checked the label and shouted, “Well lookie here. VANILLA. Fantastic, just what I asked for!” He walked back over to the struggling woman on the table, her legs trying to kick his accomplices holding her while one of them held a hand over her mouth, silencing her noises of protest. Under her sky blue skirt her red thong peaked out and winked at him between her large cheeks. He’d teach her a lesson about teasing as well.

- -

May had chosen to walk to the grocery store instead of taking the bus. The day was bright and sunny as she entered and gathered some weekly needs, milk, cereal, pasta, etc. When she was browsing the vegetables her eyes fell upon the individually wrapped cucumbers. She picked one up and inspected it. It was long and thicker than her toothbrush handle. She looked around as if she was afraid of being caught as she slipped it into her cart.

- -

Brenda kicked out at the man behind her and was slammed down onto the table again by the Rolexes, a muffled grunt being forced out of her.

“Hold her legs wider.” He said as he touched her ass, running his hand over the red cloth and making her shriek as they hooked one of their feet with hers to widen her stance. Brenda was panicking and struggling against both men as the aggressor ripped her skirt up, tearing the tight cloth to reveal her trembling cheeks.

“By the end of this I guarantee you will never be so careless as to forget another order that was clearly spelt out for you.”

He hooked his long fingers around her red thong and pulled it until it fell down, catching itself around her thighs. Her pussy had held onto the red cloth but that didn't bother him. He was looking at her puckered asshole. With one hand he spread her cheeks wider to where she whined and tried to move away from him and he spat at it. Her whole body flinched as the glob landed just above her starfish and slowly dripped downwards.

Without any further warning he stabbed the metal spout into her ass, the point scraping against her sensitive insides as she screamed into one of Rolex’s hands until her voice gave out. She had pressed herself further into the table to get away from the unforgiving nozzle and the bottleneck that threatened to follow it.

Tears formed in her eyes as he shoved the bottle in deeper, stretching her asshole and scraping the metal inside of her more. She could feel the liquid slosh inside the bottle’s neck. It was cold and the trickle of vanilla out of it's spout started to spread the coldness further inside.

He squeezed and lifted the bottle, pointing the nozzle farther down into her and she shrieked again into her hand gag. The trickle had turned into several spurts as he kept squeezing it at regular intervals. Her insides started to cramp up at the build up of liquid in her ass, having nowhere to go but further inside her intestines.

The bottle slowly emptied into her as she struggled against the three men. The air reeked of coffee and vanilla and her cheeks burned with furious humiliation. She heard several patrons whispering as the liquid filled her and no one came to help her. Her fury turned to anguish as he twisted the bottle inside her, squeezing and shoving another inch inside her. When the bottle moved some of the clear liquid escaped and dripped down her leg. The syrup was sticky and stunk up the cafe with it's scent.

May was on her way back home and she was window shopping as she walked. She noticed something that she hadn't before. In the window was a mannequin dressed in a french maid outfit, holding a long duster. The mannequin stood in front of thick, purple curtains and the door was slightly ajar. May looked down at her bags to see the cucumber poking out of the bag and she felt sheepish, took a breath, and went to see what else sat behind the curtain.

Brenda felt her lower abdomen become bloated by the time half of the bottle was emptied and she wanted to puke. Her writhing on the table enticed Rolex enough to move his hand off of her mouth to roughly grope her pinned breast, pinching what flesh he could grab.

Brenda screamed as loud as she could, fresh tears falling out of her eyes as she put everything into the scream. All of the men holding her jerked and looked to the back of the cafe as the manager’s door slammed open and Adam came running out with a handgun.

He had it trained on the taller man, whose hand was still holding the bottle inside Brenda’s ass. He shouted at them and the bottle was yanked out of the trembling woman and it crashed to the floor just as the others let her go. He rushed over just as the liquid started expelling itself from her insides as she wailed and sank to the floor, forcing more syrup out of her ass as she folded in on herself.

The three men scattered as Adam chased them out. Only when they were well out of sight did Adam return to Brenda, who was sitting in a pool of spilt coffee, shattered glass and cream that still oozed out of her. He laid the gun down on the table and brought her up to a standing position, she was still slightly bent over. Her hands were on her bloated stomach, which was cramping worse as the liquid worked its way out of her at it's own pace. Adam bent down and gently lifted her thong back into place, trying to recover some of her dignity. It only made things worse though, as the red cloth was soaked through from the vanilla and she could feel it's coldness on her lips.

Her shoulders were shaking as she sobbed and he wrapped his arms around her protectively. He then ushered her into his office, a trail of cream leading from the scene of the crime. He closed and locked the door behind them.

May wandered through the store, her eyes wide open as she took in just how many toys were displayed on the walls and the many colorful outfits hanging or adorning more mannequins. When she accidently made eye contact with the woman who sat behind the counter she blushed madly. She winked at May, which made her even more embarrassed to be there.

To her horror, the red haired girl bounded around the counter and right up to May.

“Hi there! You’ve never been to a sex shop before have you?” the bluntness of the girl left her speechless, her jaw moving to try to form words. “Ahaha yeah, yeah it's written all over your face. Don't worry, glad you’re here and you’re willing to let your freak off the leash.”

The red head made a motion for May to follow but she looked back at the front door. She seriously considered just leaving before she felt a tap on her shoulder. The girl was there with a slightly softer smile.

“Come on, spring flower, I didn't mean to scare you. Unless you discover you’re into that, then I did. You’re cute. My name is Miranda. What are you here for today?” she asked May as she walked her to the back of the store, past a wide array of impact toys that made her shrink back. The girl chuckled at her shyness and sat down in a chair, crossing her legs and gesturing for May to sit across from her.

May felt very uncomfortable as the girl looked her over from head to toe. Her face burned as she looked over at her grocery bags and saw the cucumber.

“So you’re newer than new. Oh what I would do to be in your shoes to experience everything for the first time.” she said thoughtfully, then smacked her thighs with another chuckle “Nah, I wouldn't trade places with you. But I would like to help you begin your sexual journey.”

May again found it hard to speak. “Uhh.. umm.. thank you? How can you.. help me?”

The girl bounced up and disappeared behind a stack of erotic books. She returned a moment later with her arms full of boxes. She laid them out on the low table before May. As she tried to take in the sights before her her eyes froze on the second one. It was by far the largest box. It was labelled "Rex".

“Ohh haha oops. I hadn't meant to grab him. I guess it was just instinctive. Here, take a look.”

The red head opened the box and showed May what was inside. The dildo was long, thin, veiny and incredibly red. At it's base the shaft’s girth widened more until it disappeared under a giant knot and continued out the other side and tapered out to a suction cup. May paled as Miranda picked up the silicon dog cock and causally wrapped her fingers around it.

“Now this, the real thing I mean, is something you will want to experience for yourself. Seriously, it's life changing."

May just stared at her. She wasn’t certain about wanting Miranda’s help anymore. The red head sighed and put The Mutt away and put the box on her seat next to her.

She waited until color returned to May’s face and her attention returned to the spread before her.

Before her were eggs, wearable vibrators, dildos of multiple sizes and colors as well as some designed for anal play specifically.

She reached out and picked up a soft blue dildo that had a similar flared bottom as Rex had, meaning it could stick to a wall or the floor. It was a much more manageable size than the first, but still bigger than her toothbrush. It was textured lightly and she ran her fingers over the surface, it made her tingle a bit.

“Not a bad choice. A little bigger than a starter dildo but I like your gumption! That’s good for any hole by the way. Whatever floats your boat, that one will do. I do recommend this as well.”

Miranda picked up one of the last boxes. It was a small vibrator that she could wear and it had a small remote that controlled it. May looked at it and bit her lip. That’d be coming home with her as well.

“Umm. That's perfect. Miranda? This may be an odd question but.. how do you address someone when you can't use their name?”

She looked at the younger girl curiously before asking, “Within a Dominant/submissive dynamic? Oh spring flower, you were gawking at a plastic toy not five minutes ago. You have so much to learn. If you are referring to something like that,” she paused, looking for confirmation but May could only shrug, “The dynamic relies on respect and trust. One person gives it and themselves to the other and the other earns what's given and cares for it. Do you have a relationship with someone that deserves your deepest respect? Or one which you want to give it to? This isn't a conversation to have with me, you need to talk to whoever you are thinking of..” Miranda watched as May became more and more lost.

“Okay.. does this person have you do things and by completing them you feel good about yourself by doing them? Yeah? Okay, that means you’re a kind of submissive person. The person who is commanding you and has told you not to call him his name? That's someone whose dominant. Knowing literally nothing else about your relationship I can’t do anything more other than to throw some titles at you and you can think about what seems to fit. Sound good?”

May nodded her head, listening intently and trying to absorb everything she could.

“Doms earn the respect of their sub by taking care of their needs and their sub’s needs while the sub obeys any command of their Dom to ensure their needs and wants are met. It’s a symbiotic dynamic built on trust, honesty, respect and effort. If you’re consenting to this kind of relationship and they are as well, it’ll allow you both to dive deep into some spectacular things.”

Miranda sighed as she looked at the entranced girl across from her.

“Some titles are Dom, Sir, Master, Mister, Daddy, Boss.. ummm anything that demands respect or has significant meaning to the two of you. I cannot suggest any specific one to you though, sorry.” she stood up and brought May’s two new toys to the register with the perplexed girl in tow. She rung her up and put them in a discrete bag, handing it over with a small shake to her head.

“Communication is key. Figure out what you want and need from that kind of relationship and the same for him. You’ll figure it out if you try to. Which shouldn't be too hard, he’s telling you what to do. You just have to listen and obey.” Miranda looked at her one more time with a smirk “And I swear by what I said before, if you get the chance for the real thing, do it.”

The mere thought of the act sent May backpedaling out of the store saying thank you as she ran, clutching all of her bags as she made her way home. Her thoughts were swirling around and wouldn't slow down enough for her to process them.

By the time she got home she was exhausted and excited at the same time. Miranda had clarified some things but muddied a lot more at once. She needed to sit and talk with James but she didn't know how or went to initiate that.

The first thing she did was discard her pants. Nothing felt better than being painless at home. She then put away her groceries and took her little black bag to the couch. She opened both boxes inside to inspect her new toys. May eyed the blue dildo as she rolled it in her hands. It was harder than she had anticipated and it got her excited. She went to put the bag in the garbage but something shifted inside it. Miranda had slipped in a bottle of lube. Seeing it made May blush at her own naivete.

She inspected her new vibrator next. It was small and shaped like a C, so she slipped it on under her panties how the little illustration said and laid back as she touched the remote. It buzzed to life and she gasped. May lifted her panties to watch the vibrator work itself over her clit, even on it's lowest setting it was making her wet.

She leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. May’s hand wandered down past it to where her holes sat, one wettening and the other sitting there silently begging for attention.

May had some trouble moving her legs after the vibrator had been working on her for a while. She took the blue dildo and the lube and slid to the floor. She opened the little bottle and squeezed out a small amount of the slippery stuff and started rubbing it onto the dildo.

While her fingers were still wet she leaned backwards until her pointer finger found her tight rim. As she pressed into her starfish she remembered the drunkard last night and instead of feeling weak and helpless she felt empowered. Instead of warming herself up slowly she shoved two fingers in at once, making herself yelp from the small searing pain. She started moving her fingers around in a scissor like manner, eyeing the dildo that was attached to the floor in front of her.

The vibrator hadn't let up and it was making her moan quietly as she fingered her ass. May pressed a third finger in and groaned as it stretched her further. This still wouldn't be enough to prepare her for the dildo.

She inched forward until her wet lips kissed the blue cock. She grinded on it's length as she fingered herself and the vibrator kept at her clit. She was moaning more freely now and she knew it was time.

A groan escaped her body as she withdrew her hand to position herself. She slid further over the dildo, letting it bend and press onto her slit, her taint and pop up to smack her ass. She gasped and gripped it with one hand and stretched her cheeks apart with the other. She guided the blue head and tried to sit back but the pressure of it's head on her rim was sharp. She edged up and releasing the cock she used both of her hands to stretch her asshole as wide as she could until she whimpered. Then she sat back again and groaned as the sharp pain returned but this time she pressed through. The head pushed it's way past her rim and she shrieked a little as it probed deeper inside her. She let it's head rest for a minute, letting her body adjust, before she put more of her weight onto it. It slid deeper still, splitting open and filling her as it went.

She moaned as she made it halfway down the blue dildo. Her brow was sweating and her breath was shorter. She wasn’t sure if she’d make it to the floor by the time this vibrator forced an orgasm out of her.

She started to ride the dildo, her arms resting on the seat of the couch as she lifted her hips up in order to slide her ass down onto it. She moaned again, pressing it further inside every few thrusts.

May had her head back on the couch as she grinded herself on the fake cock. She was so lost in the feelings below her that it took her slapping her wide ass onto the floor to realize that she had taken it all inside her. The little victory that was made her even more ecstatic as she fucked herself.

May’s breath caught once, then twice and then her body spasmed in mini earthquakes of passion. She kept the dildo deep inside her as she came and moaned loud enough for someone at the Inn to hear downstairs. She didn't care if they did though.

She struggled to find the remote in the cushions and when she finally did she shut off her new love bug. She took it off first before lifting herself off of the blue shaft. It left her feeling empty and she touched her asshole and was surprised by how much bigger it was. She took both to the sink and took care of them as the instructions recommended and she placed them on her dresser before slipping into her pyjamas.

Climbing onto her bed, completely spent, May looked over his notes once more. She instantly knew what to do and she felt silly for taking this long to figure it out. She leapt out of bed and went over to her desk. She found a pen and some paper as she sat. And then stared at the blank page. What should she write though?



May had gone to work her usual time and had gotten the cafe set up but when 7am rolled around Brenda nor Adam had shown up. She checked her phone but saw that there wasn't any messages indicating either would be late. May was almost thankful that their ridicule hadn't started. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples had been erect ever since she left

Her first patrons came in and she did her duty, serving them and flirting as well. It wasn't until after 8 am that Adam walked in alone. She was puzzled, it wasn't Brenda’s day off. He didn't even call her to his office, he went inside and closed the door.

She wasn't sure if she should go in for her inspection or not. She decided she’d be thankful for the reprieve. She didn't need or want Adam feeling her up without her bra to protect her soft flesh.

Some patrons had noticed her lack of support and one was brave enough to comment. She blushed and said that she had been in a rush this morning. He laughed and said that whoever it was was a lucky guy.

It was a few moments after that exchange that James had walked in. May had been aware of the time and she was by his table, waiting. She flashed him a smile as she puffed out her chest, trying to show him she’d followed his task accordingly. She also had her own note tucked neatly in her hand, more than eager for him to have it.

He didn't smile back, only collecting his cup, writing on it and coming to take his seat. His continued silence made her nervous.

“G-good morning.” she said, her heart in a light flutter. He looked up at her and said nothing. She waited another nerve wracking minute longer before she nodded, picking up his cup and paused just long enough to place her note in its stead. Her face blushed madly before she scurried away. Maybe she should have waited.

When she had gotten behind the counter she dared look at him again. The note laid exactly where she had left it and she felt her heart sink. She shouldn't have written him one.

May opened the cup and slid out the neatly folded note and held it in her hand as she checked the side of the cup.

“Show me that you’ve been a good girl, May.”

His writing curled around the cup just as the butterflies in her stomach did. Wasn't it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra? May looked around the cafe. There were three patrons currently and she could see a few more walking in now. They’d be busy writing on their own cups soon. And there was James, watching her with a cold expression. It gave her chills as his eyes followed her hands to the bottom of her shirt.

The shirt was tight enough so that when May pulled it up her breasts bounced off of her chest as they escaped the sky blue cloth. Her mounds rippled lightly as they settled neatly in their perky position. Her eyes were only on his despite a few gasps from the other patrons.

He finally smiled. It was a warm smile, and he nodded, releasing her from her position. May pulled her shirt down, the trance broken and her cheeks began to burn as someone whistled at her. She hid her face while she made his drink, but not before she saw him look at her note.

May’s face maintained it's flush as she finished his drink and brought it over to him. He had refolded it and had waited for her to return before he put it in his shirt pocket, making sure she’d see it. Her chest swelled with joy at his subtle approval.

“Here’s your drink. I hope you liked what you saw.. Sir.” she said, adding his new title at the end, testing it for the first time verbally. It felt right as it rolled off of her tongue. He seemed to enjoy it as well, as his smile returned to his face.

“You’ve been a very good girl, Miss May. I am most pleased. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

With that, he stood up and took a single step towards her, encouraging her to look up into his face with his closeness. May felt a multitude of emotions and feelings at once, among them excitement and a touch of fear. She knew he was tall, but having him this close was almost intimidating. She liked it.

His hand brushed her cheek ever so lightly, barely a touch and it left her breathless as he turned and walked out with his coffee. And her note. May had trouble collecting herself as another patron wolf-whistled at her and she looked over at them with a small glare. It wasn't aggressive, just defensive and not wanting to share such a moment with anyone else. But such was her life here in the cafe. She was on display at all times.

Her racing heartbeat settled as she filled out more orders and the day resumed it's normal course. She pulled his note out of her skirt during a quiet moment and unfolded the paper.

“I’d like a picture of you. Take a few.” was all it said. She read it again and gulped. The butterflies had fluttered away and she was left confused and unsure of how to proceed. She looked at the backside of the paper and was almost thankful that there was some more writing. It was a location of a store that had printing facilities. Her stomach dropped as she looked it up on her phone. It was an over the counter print shop.

Her hands were shaking as she put the note back in her skirt. The blush had returned and was creeping down her neck. He wasn't going to simply want a portrait either. And what amounts to a few? She blushed as she thought about what poses she might try for him.

May was pouring some more coffee and nearly spilled it on herself as Adam’s door flew open at the back of the cafe. He stalked out of his office, came behind the counter and made himself a cup of coffee. His whole being oozed anger and hate and May was trapped at the end of the counter with nowhere to escape from. When he turned sharply to face her he stared daggers into her. “Don’t you dare leave without coming into the office, May.”

His eyes flickered down to her chest and she knew he could see her nipples threatening to burst from their cloth prison.

Adam returned to his office but left the door open. May hadn't realized it but she was clutching the counter the whole time that he was there. She sighed shakily and turned with a forced smile to greet the next customer.

“Can I have the vanilla drink that chick made yesterday?” the man said with a sneer which caught May completely off guard. His attitude made her uncomfortable as she tried to apologize about not know what he was referring to. When she glanced down on the counter she didn't even see the vanilla bottle anywhere. She realized how lucky she was that no one had ordered it before now. After the guy had leered at her for another agonizing minute he left with a laugh.

She was more confused now than ever as the day was winding down. She had another hour before the cafe closed and she spent more of her time talking to patrons than making drinks as they slowly trickled out of the cafe.

She was out on the deck saying goodbye to the last patron, who lamented about not getting a second show from May. She turned red, knowing instantly what he was referring to. She looked around and giggled nervously, there was no one to break the situation with him if things went bad.

“Well, Mister, you’ll just have to come back tomorrow for another one.” she said with a slightly teasing and yet worried smile. She wasn't sure if he’d take that for an answer.

The man shrugged and nodded, asking her to wait till lunchtime for it. May nodded as she took his mug and brought it back to the counter. After he had blown her a kiss goodbye she locked the front door and rested her head against it. She wished she could have slipped out just then but Adam’s mood hadn't improved since their encounter before.

She straightened her shirt, her breasts being unwieldy without a bra, and went over to his office. He was leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.

“Close the door.” he demanded, making her shrink back before doing so. May was very nervous going inside and she stopped just before him. His glare made her want to run and hide. She couldn't figure out why he was so angry or what she could have done to deserve it but May had more than an idea that she was going to suffer because of it.

After another minute he spit out, “Why couldn't it have been you? You fucking come to work topless. You flashed my establishment. You fucking skank. Why wasn't it you?”

Each word grew steadily louder as he circled her and blocked her escape. Adam was lashing out at her from a place of hurt and shame and he wanted to desperately put someone else in that place instead of himself.

May was shaking and covering her chest with her arms, trying to look around him to the door. While her eyes weren't on him he caught her by surprise with the back of his hand. She yelped and nearly fell down, stumbling to catch herself.

He caught the back of her neck and held her in a bent position. Adam growled into her ear, “It should have fucking been you. Not her. Get on your fucking knees.”

When he let her go she was frozen still, her mind trying to process everything at once and finding little else to offer other than to comply.

She got down on her knees and whimpered involuntarily. She was terrified of him right now. When he bent down fast she yelped and almost fell backwards but his upwards tugging on her shirt kept her in place.

Her breasts sharply fell out of her shirt again and she looked up at him, finding her voice. “A-Adam please.. you don't have to do this. I-I don't know what you are t-talking or about who.. did something happen to Brenda?”

His hands paused from undoing his belt to smack her again. That silenced her as he dropped his pants and stood close enough that she could smell his scent. She felt sick.

“Do I need to spell it out for you, May?” he growled at her as he pulled down his boxers, showing her his semi hard cock and balls hanging just below.

She shook her head, saying no over and over. “Adam I’m not doing this. This is too much. I’m going to rep---" her words were drowned out by a gasp as his hands gripped her head and forced her mouth onto his cock.

“You. Aren't. Reporting. Anything.” he said, thrusting his hardening cock into her mouth as she sobbed and yelled around it. His hands held her head tight as his length and girth increased until she started choking.

May’s own hands were hitting his and prying at his fingers, trying to free herself from his grip. His shaft blocked her throat and didn't allow any air to go through. She was beginning to panic as her lungs burned for oxygen when he withdrew enough for her to breath.

“Ada---" she gasped before he shoved himself back inside her throat. She gagged and cried harder as he roughly fucked her face. May’s mascara bled down her face in black streaks, the lines dictated by her vibrating cheeks from her grunts and groans.

Adam tossed his head back and moaned as he held her tight on his cock. He wished he could have played with her tits right now but if he let go of her head she’d leave. That wasn't an option.

Instead he spit on her face as he demanded “Play with your tits you slut.”

The word stung her as she abandoned her attack on his hands to play with herself. She cupped both of her breasts and pinched her nipples.

The good thing about playing with herself was that he was slowing down his throat fuck to watch her. The bad thing was that she was getting turned on.

May toyed with her nipples as she started to suck on his cock. Adam noticed it and commented on it, spitting at her again and calling her degrading names before he fell into another moan.

He started fucking her face faster and May could barely keep up. She choked and gagged as he neared his own climax. She had stopped playing with herself and had to hold onto his thighs both to protect her face from smashing into his pelvis and to give her some chance of breathing again.

He thrusted into her once, twice and he buried himself into her on the third stroke and grunted as he came down her throat. His seed tasted foul in her mouth and she wanted to spit it out and she did get some of it out while the rest slid down the back of her throat. What she rejected came spilling out of her mouth and down her chin onto her bare chest as he withdrew his cock.

“Get the fuck out and be early tomorrow. No excuses.” Adam turned away from her and fixed his pants, obviously done with her.

May started crying silently as she took her shirt and went into the bathroom to wash her mouth out and clean her neck and chest off. She even washed her mouth out with some soap, trying to rid herself of his taste. She wanted to get rid of the feeling of him touching her and inside her and yet she still was soaked between her legs.

May squeezed her traitorous limbs together and willed her slit dry as she tugged her shirt back on. She took a breath and started running. She grabbed her jacket and didn't stop running until she was on the bus.

Once she was on she sat between a woman and a wall, trying to steer clear of any man who was looking for someone vulnerable- and that was exactly how she felt.

She sniffled and checked her phone. She didn't understand why it had sat silent. He had read her note, and he had taken it with him. Where was he? Why hadn't he contacted her yet? She suppressed another sob before anyone on the bus caught her. She didn't know why but she needed him right now.

May got off the bus and went up to her apartment without a fuss. She shed her clothes and tied her hair up tight. She rinsed herself off in the shower with hot water to rid herself of Adam. She couldn't let him ruin her night.

When she got out she started brushing her teeth vigorously as she went into her closet. She knew she had it somewhere, just had to remember where she put it. “Ahah!” May exclaimed as she pulled a small bag out of a box stuffed with miscellaneous items.

She went and sat on her bed as she finished brushing, opening the bag to reveal a digital camera and a few memory cards. May fiddled with the settings until she had it set to capture a picture on a timer. Pleased, she went into the bathroom and rinsed out her mouth before fetching her two toys. May looked around her bedroom and pursed her lips. It wasn't bright enough in here. So she opted to go into the living room where she had had plenty of fun with her friends. She sat on the couch with her toys and camera on the coffee table. What the hell was she going to do?

She let her hair down from the ponytail and tousled it a bit while she thought. She sat on the edge of the couch with her hands in her lap and her back arched to show off her breasts. After holding the pose for a moment she decided to snap a picture like that. Once she did she was left clueless again, but slightly emboldened.

May slid off of the couch and raised the camera up and took a photo of herself on her knees while facing the couch. She tried to smile in that picture but she was sure she’d appeared timid.

Placing the camera back onto the table she bent herself over the couch and pressed the button and quickly positioned herself so her ass was straight up, her slit peeking between her legs.

By now she was certainly wet and horny. Her phone had remained silent this whole time and she couldn't help but to check it every few pictures. She took her vibrator and started teasing her clit.

She leaned back against the couch after angling the camera downwards. May spread her legs and relaxed, letting the toy work wonders on her slit. She took a few photos this way and let herself relax after pressing the button each time. She wanted to look natural for him and not posed.

After she had worked herself up enough May took her dildo and stuck it to the floor. She got on all fours and eased her wet lips around the cock’s head, moaning quietly as it stretched her.

May took a few more pictures while slowly fucking herself with the dildo, trying to get different depths and positions. She found that the pictures looked better when she lowered her head and it made her feel different too. She didn't have a word for it but it made her feel extremely exposed. And she liked that feeling.

After she was moaning more freely she slid the cock out of her oyster and sat up on her knees, spreading her cheeks and positioning her ass over the head. She bit her lip. She hadn't warmed herself up this time and she was worried it might hurt too much but she wanted to try it and to get another picture for him.

She gasped and whined as she sat down slowly, the unwavering head pressed against her rim. Then it popped through and she shrieked from the surge of pain and she almost wanted to stop there. But as she slid down the shaft she whimpered and moaned quietly, loving the feeling of it stretching her ass.

May took a few pictures as she bottomed out on the floor and at different points on the shaft. At one point when it was halfway in she looked over her shoulder as the camera clicked, her hair cascading down over her shoulder. She started grinding herself faster on it, thinking about what he would do with these pictures.

Her phone buzzing nearly made her jump off of the cock attached to the floor as she shrieked. She had to detach herself to reach it, groaning at how close she was to an orgasm and desperately needing that release.

It wasn't a number she had saved in her contacts and that made her heart leap to her throat.

“Do not cum tonight.”

May bit her lip and whimpered. She almost came right then, knowing who it was on the other side of those words. She held her phone shakily as she took a breath and tried to calm herself.

“Yes Sir.” she replied and it sent butterflies throughout her body and threatened to topple her into that awaiting orgasm.

“Good girl. I want at minimum four pictures tomorrow. Goodnight, Miss May.”

She laid back on the floor after replying goodnight, her head next to the erect dildo. Her whole body tingled and her mind was racing. She didn't think she would be able to sleep tonight.

After she had dozed off where she was she woke with a start and checked her phone. The photo place had closed an hour ago and wouldn't be open until eight the next morning. She cursed to herself. She was going to have to choose to be on time as Adam demanded or complete James’ task.

The choice was easy for her as she cleaned off her toys and tucked herself into bed. She put his new note amongst the others and had a small sense of pride building in her chest. That warmth helped carry her off into slumber.

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