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Always Keep an Open Mind
“Do you ever get that feeling that you just need to find someone for a good, hot fuck?”
Kate froze at the coffee machine, hand on the lever. Had she really heard what she thought she’d heard? Turning in place, she directed her best cold glare at the customer on the other side of the counter. “I beg your pardon?” she drawled slowly.
The guy gave her a big, unapologetic grin. He looked normal enough: fairly young, average height, slightly shaggy dirty blond hair, in decent shape. He was wearing jeans and the t-shirt from some band under a black leather jacket. He did have amazing eyes though – bright blue and compelling, hard to look away from. Of course, that made it hard to miss when he swept those eyes up and down her body. It was pretty obvious when they lingered on her small bust and narrow hips, continuing down her legs before returning up to look her in the eye. Kate had never been more thankful that she had a standard “keep away the freaks” outfit that she wore for her late-night shifts: an ancient, shapeless brown cardigan on top of a black t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and canvas sneakers. It did a nice job of concealing her rather unexceptional 27-year-old body from prying eyes, and having her long brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail helped too. Usually, anyways.
“Sorry,” he said, rather unconvincingly. “It’s just been one of those nights. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. It’s just that you struck me as a really open-minded woman, and I didn’t think you’d be offended by my comment. Would you say you’re open-minded?” he asked, stressing the last two words in an odd way.
One of what nights, Kate wondered momentarily to herself. One where you need to “find someone for a good, hot fuck”? But then she lost the track of that thought as she processed the rest of what the customer had said. The words ‘open-minded’ seemed to echo in her head. She did consider herself to be pretty open-minded, didn’t she? She was a modern woman, one who was open and relaxed about sexuality, right? Maybe she was being a bit uptight about this. Her cold expression warmed up as she gave him a small smile. “No worries,” she answered. “I’d say I’m pretty open-minded, yes. And I know what you mean. That ol’ libido gets revved up sometimes, doesn’t it?”
Boy, did it ever. The guy’s comment reminded her that it had been a few months since she’d had a good hard cock – or hand, or tongue – between her legs. Nothing since she’d broken up with her last boyfriend when she’d found out he’d been sleeping with her flatmate. Even as that thought popped into her head, Kate felt a warm surge go through her pussy and nipples. Why had she, an open-minded modern woman, gotten so upset about that? She remembered how her flatmate and boyfriend had looked when she’d walked in on them; Sarah down on her knees on their living room floor with her big tits – so much bigger than hers, was that why Keith fucked her? – almost scr****g on the carpet, Keith crouched down behind her with his cock buried in her pussy. It was almost funny, how shocked they’d looked when she came home early from work, but in retrospect, they’d looked pretty hot. Maybe she should have joined in…
She shook her head. Where had that come from? Trying to ignore the growing warmth in her breasts and between her legs, she finished making the guy’s cappuccino and took his money. While she was making change, he continued chatting sociably. “Of course, that’s not really a problem for me when I’ve got a girlfriend, you know? Then I can just go to her for a good, hard, no-holes barred fuck, right? But when I haven’t got a girlfriend – like now, for instance – it’s a bit of a problem. When that happens, I like to go out some evening and see if I can find a good, open-minded woman somewhere who might be up for a bit of fun. Say, at a café somewhere, where she might be feeling a bit bored and lonely working the late shift. Like you, for instance.”
Kate nodded automatically. Yes, she was an open-minded woman, like he said; that’s why she wasn’t offended by his talking about fucking, right? And here she was, working the late shift at the café, and now that she thought about it, she realised that she was feeling a bit bored and lonely. Was she up for a bit of fun? The idea sent another pulse through her tits and pussy. She could feel her panties starting to get a bit damp, and her nipples hardening . She took a second look at her customer as she gave him his change. He was actually kind of cute, or hot even, and his blue eyes were mesmerising. Since she was a modern, open-minded woman, she decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and made sure she was really obvious in checking him out, especially what looked like a healthy size cock bulging in his jeans.
She looked back up to find him grinning widely. “There’s a catch, though,” he warned. “It needs to be a woman who’s got everything I’m looking for, doesn’t it?”
Kate nodded again, and felt suddenly nervous. What if he didn’t like her? What if she didn’t have what he was looking for? For a moment she wondered why she should care what he thought about her, but that thought seemed to melt away when she looked at his eyes again. The words ‘open-minded’ bounced around inside her head, looking for something to attach to.
Maybe her concern was obvious, because he leaned forward to give her hand a comforting pat where it lay on the counter. She didn’t even mind, or move her hand away. “Would you like to know what I’m looking for?” he asked. “I think, as an open-minded woman, you’d find it very interesting. I’ve been told that it can even be a life-changing experience, believe it or not.” Then he chuckled at some private joke. “Hey, you know the problem with having an open mind? Someone might put something in it!”
Kate giggled. She remembered hearing that joke before. “Sure!” she said enthusiastically, “I’d love to hear what you’re looking for!” she said. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a boring night after all. At least it would pass the time, right?
“Well,” he started thoughtfully, “I seem to have a knack for finding just the right woman. Even if she sometimes doesn’t seem to be quite right at first. Let’s take you, for example, and consider the physical requirements. Now, at first glance, you don’t seem to have very big tits, do you?”
She had to shake her head at that. She looked down at her chest, sadly contemplating the small b-cups hidden under her big sweater. They seemed hardly visible at all! She hadn’t even bothered to wear a bra that night. Why bother?
“But it must just be the bad light in here, I think,” he continued. “Because now that I take a second look, I can see that you’ve got a pair of beautiful big tits after all. I can’t think how I missed them at first! I mean, they’re pretty obvious even under that big sweater, aren’t they?” Again the little laugh.
Kate frowned for a second. What was he talking about? She didn’t have big … then a wave of dizziness swept away that train of thought, and when it receded it seemed to leave behind a soft, fluffy, happy haze in her head. What had she been thinking about? Oh yeah – she looked down at her big soft tits, hard to miss even under her t-shirt and cardigan. You could almost see the nipples pushing out, even through the thick wool. She tried to remember how long it had been since she’d actually been able to see her feet past her tits without leaning over. Middle school maybe? She’d always been a bit embarrassed by them, but the frankly admiring look the customer was giving them made her suddenly glad she had them. It also made her wish that she’d worn something a bit less concealing. She made do with pushing them out a bit further, and breathing deeply.
“So that’s lucky, isn’t it?” he went on. “Because I just wouldn’t be interested in someone without big tits. Maybe that’s a bit shallow of me, but they can be a lot of fun, can’t they? I mean, they must be so sensitive” – she felt another pulse of arousal go through her tits as he said that, and her nipples got even harder – “and as for me, well, I love a good tit-fucking. Some women don’t seem to like that, but you seem more open-minded than that. I expect you really like it, actually. Am I right?”
Kate was so distracted by the feelings in her massive boobs that it took her a second to realise he’d asked her a question. She stopped squeezing her tits and thought for a moment. Open-minded. “Well, of course,” she answered thoughtfully. “Why wouldn’t I? It feels awesome to wrap ‘the girls’ around a big hard cock, and they’re big enough to go all the way around. And when a guy cums on them? That feels fabulous too. Sometimes that even sets me off, especially when I rub it all over!” Her last boyfriend, Keith, had been a big fan of tit-fucking her, Kate recalled, and had just generally loved her huge boobs. She had fond memories of lying on the bed as he stroked his cock into the fleshy tunnel she made by pushing her tits together, slick with sweat and precum, until he lost control and spurted creamy jizz onto her chest and chin, or pulled back to spray it all over her tits, where she could rub it in while he watched. Good thing she had such big ones, too, because she’d caught him checking out her roommate Sarah’s almost equally impressive rack more than once. For just a second, she had a vision of walking in on Keith fucking Sarah on her hands and knees on the floor in the living room, tits hanging low … but of course, it had been her down there with his cock in her pussy, and Sarah who had walked in on them. God, that had been an awesome night! Too bad Sarah had been too uptight to join them. That would have been hot.
Kate suddenly realised that she was standing there kneading her breasts as she remembered her ex-boyfriend’s affection for them, and that her customer was sporting a very obvious – and large – erection as he watched her do it. She wondered how his cock would feel between her tits. She dropped her hands self-consciously to the counter, but he just smiled at her, even wider than before. “I knew you’d be into tit-fucking. Most open-minded women are, I find. So if I see that this open-minded woman I’ve found has, shall we say, fulfilled the first requirement, then I can move on to the second. Again, let’s take you as an example. Moving on from your impressive breasts, I would turn my attention somewhat lower, to find, well, a distinct lack of curves.”
Kate flushed. He was right; she didn’t have much in the way of waist and hips and behind, and what she did have was made pretty shapeless by her loose old jeans. It was weird, really, in comparison with her rather lush top half, but what could you do? The rush of embarrassment left her feeling a bit warm, so she quickly unbuttoned and discarded her cardigan. That left only her faded black t-shirt to heroically restrain her bouncing boobs. Odd – she must have forgotten to wear a bra that night. Oh well, at least that meant her nipples were really obvious, pressed against the thin fabric. She took another deep breath, and resolutely kept her hands at her sides.
But he hadn’t stopped talking. “That’s what I thought, anyway, but it’s hard to see when you’re on the other side of the counter. When you step out to where I can see you better …” He stepped back from the counter and gestured at Kate to step forward, which she shyly did. He continued smoothly, “I can see that I was wrong again. You’ve got the curves in all the right places, don’t you?”
Kate’s moment of doubt – she wasn’t curvy down there, was she? – was even briefer this time. Then the dizziness washed it away, leaving behind what seemed to be an even thicker pink, sex-scented haze in her head. That might have been why she ran her hands down from her narrow waist to where her hips flared out, turning slightly to make sure he could see her well-shaped ass filling out her tight jeans. Of course she had curves down there! She’d look pretty silly with giant boobs and no ass, wouldn’t she?
“Very nice,” he complimented. “And it must be very sensitive, yes? An ass that luscious is just crying out to be touched, isn’t it?”
It certainly was! Even the tight denim of her jeans felt great, and she had a sudden urge to ask if he wanted to have a feel for himself. Keith had been more of a tit-man, really, but he hadn’t neglected her behind either. She remembered one night, for instance, when he’d bent her over the arm of the couch and spanked her until her ass was bright red and burning. She had been shocked to find that the spanking set her pussy gushing, and she had cum hard without him doing anything else. Well, he had teased her asshole with his finger too, but she’d been afraid to let him do anything more than that, even if it had felt pretty good. And she’d always loved it when he grabbed hold of her ass for extra leverage when he fucked her from behind.
The customer smiled at her again. “So you’ve got the tits, and you’ve got the curves, and that’s great. But that’s not all I look for in an open-minded woman, you know.”
That brought Kate down to earth again. Well, mostly, anyway – she was still rubbing her hands gently on her ass-cheeks, and wondering if it would be out of line to give her nipples a pinch or two. What else could he want, she wondered? And did she have it? And would he fuck her anyway, if she didn’t? Wait, what?
“For instance,” he continued, “When I first walked in here, I thought your face looked kind of plain. No makeup, no effort to look good, your hair pulled back in a really unflattering ponytail.” She had to admit he was right with that. She had actually tried to not look good before coming in to work. What had she been thinking? “But again, I see I was wrong. You’ve got lovely long silky brown hair – it must have just looked like it was tied back – and you’re made up beautifully. I especially like the dark red lipstick; very nice!”
Another surge of pink dizziness, and Kate brushed her hair back behind her ears, checking automatically in the mirror on the wall to make sure her lipstick wasn’t smeared. Of course she’d taken care to look good; why wouldn’t she? You never knew when you might meet someone you’d like to fuck, right? She licked her lips suggestively and stared openly at his crotch. Her head was crowded with sexual thoughts and images, and she probably couldn’t have remembered how to work the espresso machine if her life depended on it. She didn’t notice when one of her hands moved up to gently squeeze one of her huge tits. The other one was toying with the snap on her jeans.
Kate’s customer was watching her closely, with a smug sort of smile on his face. “And of course,” he said seriously, “what’s on the inside every bit as important as what’s on the outside. After all, it wouldn’t do me any good if I found my perfect woman, physically speaking, and she didn’t want to do anything fun, would it?” That seemed to call for a response, so Kate vaguely shook her head ‘no’. The snap was undone now, and that hand was playing with the zipper. The other one was creating wonderful sensations by pinching her nipple. They seemed to shoot directly into her brain, thickening the pink haze filling her head. “I reckon an open-minded woman should be up for pretty much anything, shouldn’t she? And able and willing to take the initiative, so I don’t have to do all the work. For instance, she’d have a good idea of what to do if I did this…” And he nonchalantly unzipped his pants to release a very hard big cock.
Kate couldn’t take her eyes off it. Her whole world seemed to close in to focus in on it, and she felt a massive surge of sexual heat run through her body and gather in her tits, in her ass, between her legs, in her lips and mouth, and especially in her head. The pink haze coating her thoughts seemed to intensify and thicken, drowning out anything non-sexual in her head. Her pussy spasmed and gushed enough juices to soak through her jeans, her nipples became almost painfully hard, and her mouth flooded with saliva. She slipped down to her knees in front of him. She was an open-minded woman, all right, and she knew exactly what to do in this situation. Keith had always told her that she was a great cocksucker! Just last night she’d given him a long, slow, wet blowjob that finished off with a big mouthful of cum for her. She’d only spilled a little of it. Well, on purpose actually; he always seemed to appreciate a few drips down her chin.
Letting go of her tit and her unzipped jeans, she grabbed his cock in both hands and gave it a few firm strokes, then leaned forward to slide her mouth down over the head. The taste of the precum on the cock sent little sparkles through her head, and Kate eagerly worked her lips up and down the shaft, coaxing more of the delicious stuff out to run down her throat. She approvingly noticed that the circle of red lipstick left behind was really close to the base; her practicing was paying off! She was so involved in what she was doing that she barely even noticed when the man reached down and pulled her t-shirt up to release her tits, though she did get momentarily annoyed when she had to take her mouth off his cock so he could pull the shirt over her head.
She forgot that pretty quickly, though, when he grabbed her exposed mounds, roughly squeezing them and sending even stronger jolts of pleasure through her body. She giggled as he pulled her to her feet by her tits, his cock leaving a little trail of precum across her skin. As he planted a firm, wet kiss on her open mouth, she mashed her tits up against his chest. With one hand she continued stroking his cock, while gently caressing his balls with the other. She briefly remembered that anyone walking by the café could see her like this, but then decided that that was actually a really hot idea. She hadn’t used to, for some reason – she’d refused to let Keith fuck her in a semi-concealed spot on the beach once, and had only reluctantly given him a blowjob late one night at the back of a bus – but now she thought it was great. Must be getting even more open-minded, she thought happily. Keith would be happy when he found that out!
Pulling his lips away, her customer gave her a self-satisfied grin. “Seems I was right about you, wasn’t I?” he said. “You are an open-minded woman who knows what she wants, aren’t you?”
She certainly was. And what Kate wanted right that moment, she realised, was his big cock inside her pussy. So she suddenly pulled back from him, pushed her jeans and soaked panties down to her knees, and turned around to lean down onto a table with her ass pointing straight at him. She could feel her juices running down her legs, but when she leaned down she was momentarily distracted by the feel of her nipples resting on the cold hard table. For some reason she didn’t remember that ever happening before. It was almost as if her tits hadn’t always been big enough to rub against a table or bed or whatever when she was down on her elbows like this. But that was silly! After all, hadn’t she just been thinking about that time with Keith on the lounge room floor?
Those odd thoughts were pretty quickly driven out of her head by the feel of her customer’s cock pushing up against her dripping pussy lips and sliding deep into her cunt in one long hard stroke. That brought a long moan out of Kate’s throat, which turned abruptly into a loud squeal when he gave her ass a hard smack. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, leaking even more juices out around the shaft. Then he put a hand on each soft hip and started fucking her hard and fast, pulling her back roughly against him with each stroke.
Kate loved it. This was the best boring late-night shift she’d ever had at the café! She was so glad that she’d been open-minded enough to decide for herself that she wanted him to fuck her. Resting her head on one arm on the tabletop, she snaked her other hand down between her legs to rub at her clit. Her vision dissolved into a thick, pink haze as his cock and her finger quickly carried her towards a intense orgasm. She dimly heard herself moaning and telling him to fuck her harder, while he told her what a good little open-minded slut she was. That sent more warm shivers through her sex-filled head; he recognised how open-minded she was! And not just an open-minded woman, but an open-minded slut! That was even better, wasn’t it? Then her orgasm hit, breaking over her like a huge wave, helped along by his finger pushing into her tight ass. Kate came harder than she ever remembered coming before, strangled grunts coming from her mouth as her whole body stiffened and jerked. It went on and on as he kept on fucking her pussy and finger-fucking her ass. The sensations seemed to harden the pink haze in her head into a slick candy-coating of pure sex.
When Kate could think again – at least a little – a new thought popped into her head. Hadn’t he said that he loved tit-fucking? What could be a nicer way to thank him for the fantastic orgasm than to put his hard, pussy-juice covered cock between her big tits and rub them up and down over it and kiss his cockhead and … and … and anyway, that sounded like a great, open-minded idea. She reckoned he liked it too. At least, he didn’t complain at all when she pulled herself off his pole, pushed him into a chair, and wrapped her tits around his cock. She’d been right, too: her tits were big enough to wrap all the way around it! And it tasted yummy too, when she licked it on the upstrokes.
It was nice of him to warn her when he was about to cum, but he didn’t really need to. Wasn’t the whole point of tit-fucking for him to shoot his cum all over her tits and face? She loved it when guys did that. Her boyfriend Keith always said that that was one of the things he liked most about her. So she just kept going until he stiffened and groaned and erupted with a spray of hot sticky white jizz. He mu;st have been excited, she thought happily, because he actually got some in her hair as well as all over her face and boobs. After squeezing the last drops from his softening cock, she sat back on her heels and looked him in the eye as she scooped a big glob of cum from where it was hanging off her nipple and sucked it sexily off her fingers.
Her customer laughed at that, and gave her nipples a quick tweak before standing up and tucking his cock back into his pants. “Sure was lucky you turned out to be such a perfect woman for me, wasn’t it?” he asked her. “Because I sure did need a good hot fuck tonight!” Then he looked at the clock on the wall. “But look at the time! You should close up and go home! And I’ll be on my way. I’m so sorry to have kept you after closing time, but you didn’t seem to mind.” He laughed again. She liked his laugh, it was cute. Even if she wasn’t sure what he was laughing at. It didn’t really matter though.
Kate hardly noticed when her customer let himself out of the café, turning “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED” on his way out. She absent-mindedly scooped up more of his cum off her tits as she stood up and started collecting her clothes. She was thinking about what she was going to do to Keith when she got home after work. Maybe it was time to let him fuck her ass. He had always wanted to, and she’d always put him off. And that wasn’t very open-minded of her, was it? Or maybe she could talk him into a threesome with her flatmate Sarah. She bet he wouldn’t mind that, and Kate was pretty sure that she could be as good at licking pussy as she was at sucking cock. Well, she’d decide what to do by the time she got home. The important thing, she told herself, was to always keep an open mind.
“Do you ever get that feeling that you just need to find someone for a good, hot fuck?”
Kate froze at the coffee machine, hand on the lever. Had she really heard what she thought she’d heard? Turning in place, she directed her best cold glare at the customer on the other side of the counter. “I beg your pardon?” she drawled slowly.
The guy gave her a big, unapologetic grin. He looked normal enough: fairly young, average height, slightly shaggy dirty blond hair, in decent shape. He was wearing jeans and the t-shirt from some band under a black leather jacket. He did have amazing eyes though – bright blue and compelling, hard to look away from. Of course, that made it hard to miss when he swept those eyes up and down her body. It was pretty obvious when they lingered on her small bust and narrow hips, continuing down her legs before returning up to look her in the eye. Kate had never been more thankful that she had a standard “keep away the freaks” outfit that she wore for her late-night shifts: an ancient, shapeless brown cardigan on top of a black t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and canvas sneakers. It did a nice job of concealing her rather unexceptional 27-year-old body from prying eyes, and having her long brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail helped too. Usually, anyways.
“Sorry,” he said, rather unconvincingly. “It’s just been one of those nights. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. It’s just that you struck me as a really open-minded woman, and I didn’t think you’d be offended by my comment. Would you say you’re open-minded?” he asked, stressing the last two words in an odd way.
One of what nights, Kate wondered momentarily to herself. One where you need to “find someone for a good, hot fuck”? But then she lost the track of that thought as she processed the rest of what the customer had said. The words ‘open-minded’ seemed to echo in her head. She did consider herself to be pretty open-minded, didn’t she? She was a modern woman, one who was open and relaxed about sexuality, right? Maybe she was being a bit uptight about this. Her cold expression warmed up as she gave him a small smile. “No worries,” she answered. “I’d say I’m pretty open-minded, yes. And I know what you mean. That ol’ libido gets revved up sometimes, doesn’t it?”
Boy, did it ever. The guy’s comment reminded her that it had been a few months since she’d had a good hard cock – or hand, or tongue – between her legs. Nothing since she’d broken up with her last boyfriend when she’d found out he’d been sleeping with her flatmate. Even as that thought popped into her head, Kate felt a warm surge go through her pussy and nipples. Why had she, an open-minded modern woman, gotten so upset about that? She remembered how her flatmate and boyfriend had looked when she’d walked in on them; Sarah down on her knees on their living room floor with her big tits – so much bigger than hers, was that why Keith fucked her? – almost scr****g on the carpet, Keith crouched down behind her with his cock buried in her pussy. It was almost funny, how shocked they’d looked when she came home early from work, but in retrospect, they’d looked pretty hot. Maybe she should have joined in…
She shook her head. Where had that come from? Trying to ignore the growing warmth in her breasts and between her legs, she finished making the guy’s cappuccino and took his money. While she was making change, he continued chatting sociably. “Of course, that’s not really a problem for me when I’ve got a girlfriend, you know? Then I can just go to her for a good, hard, no-holes barred fuck, right? But when I haven’t got a girlfriend – like now, for instance – it’s a bit of a problem. When that happens, I like to go out some evening and see if I can find a good, open-minded woman somewhere who might be up for a bit of fun. Say, at a café somewhere, where she might be feeling a bit bored and lonely working the late shift. Like you, for instance.”
Kate nodded automatically. Yes, she was an open-minded woman, like he said; that’s why she wasn’t offended by his talking about fucking, right? And here she was, working the late shift at the café, and now that she thought about it, she realised that she was feeling a bit bored and lonely. Was she up for a bit of fun? The idea sent another pulse through her tits and pussy. She could feel her panties starting to get a bit damp, and her nipples hardening . She took a second look at her customer as she gave him his change. He was actually kind of cute, or hot even, and his blue eyes were mesmerising. Since she was a modern, open-minded woman, she decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and made sure she was really obvious in checking him out, especially what looked like a healthy size cock bulging in his jeans.
She looked back up to find him grinning widely. “There’s a catch, though,” he warned. “It needs to be a woman who’s got everything I’m looking for, doesn’t it?”
Kate nodded again, and felt suddenly nervous. What if he didn’t like her? What if she didn’t have what he was looking for? For a moment she wondered why she should care what he thought about her, but that thought seemed to melt away when she looked at his eyes again. The words ‘open-minded’ bounced around inside her head, looking for something to attach to.
Maybe her concern was obvious, because he leaned forward to give her hand a comforting pat where it lay on the counter. She didn’t even mind, or move her hand away. “Would you like to know what I’m looking for?” he asked. “I think, as an open-minded woman, you’d find it very interesting. I’ve been told that it can even be a life-changing experience, believe it or not.” Then he chuckled at some private joke. “Hey, you know the problem with having an open mind? Someone might put something in it!”
Kate giggled. She remembered hearing that joke before. “Sure!” she said enthusiastically, “I’d love to hear what you’re looking for!” she said. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a boring night after all. At least it would pass the time, right?
“Well,” he started thoughtfully, “I seem to have a knack for finding just the right woman. Even if she sometimes doesn’t seem to be quite right at first. Let’s take you, for example, and consider the physical requirements. Now, at first glance, you don’t seem to have very big tits, do you?”
She had to shake her head at that. She looked down at her chest, sadly contemplating the small b-cups hidden under her big sweater. They seemed hardly visible at all! She hadn’t even bothered to wear a bra that night. Why bother?
“But it must just be the bad light in here, I think,” he continued. “Because now that I take a second look, I can see that you’ve got a pair of beautiful big tits after all. I can’t think how I missed them at first! I mean, they’re pretty obvious even under that big sweater, aren’t they?” Again the little laugh.
Kate frowned for a second. What was he talking about? She didn’t have big … then a wave of dizziness swept away that train of thought, and when it receded it seemed to leave behind a soft, fluffy, happy haze in her head. What had she been thinking about? Oh yeah – she looked down at her big soft tits, hard to miss even under her t-shirt and cardigan. You could almost see the nipples pushing out, even through the thick wool. She tried to remember how long it had been since she’d actually been able to see her feet past her tits without leaning over. Middle school maybe? She’d always been a bit embarrassed by them, but the frankly admiring look the customer was giving them made her suddenly glad she had them. It also made her wish that she’d worn something a bit less concealing. She made do with pushing them out a bit further, and breathing deeply.
“So that’s lucky, isn’t it?” he went on. “Because I just wouldn’t be interested in someone without big tits. Maybe that’s a bit shallow of me, but they can be a lot of fun, can’t they? I mean, they must be so sensitive” – she felt another pulse of arousal go through her tits as he said that, and her nipples got even harder – “and as for me, well, I love a good tit-fucking. Some women don’t seem to like that, but you seem more open-minded than that. I expect you really like it, actually. Am I right?”
Kate was so distracted by the feelings in her massive boobs that it took her a second to realise he’d asked her a question. She stopped squeezing her tits and thought for a moment. Open-minded. “Well, of course,” she answered thoughtfully. “Why wouldn’t I? It feels awesome to wrap ‘the girls’ around a big hard cock, and they’re big enough to go all the way around. And when a guy cums on them? That feels fabulous too. Sometimes that even sets me off, especially when I rub it all over!” Her last boyfriend, Keith, had been a big fan of tit-fucking her, Kate recalled, and had just generally loved her huge boobs. She had fond memories of lying on the bed as he stroked his cock into the fleshy tunnel she made by pushing her tits together, slick with sweat and precum, until he lost control and spurted creamy jizz onto her chest and chin, or pulled back to spray it all over her tits, where she could rub it in while he watched. Good thing she had such big ones, too, because she’d caught him checking out her roommate Sarah’s almost equally impressive rack more than once. For just a second, she had a vision of walking in on Keith fucking Sarah on her hands and knees on the floor in the living room, tits hanging low … but of course, it had been her down there with his cock in her pussy, and Sarah who had walked in on them. God, that had been an awesome night! Too bad Sarah had been too uptight to join them. That would have been hot.
Kate suddenly realised that she was standing there kneading her breasts as she remembered her ex-boyfriend’s affection for them, and that her customer was sporting a very obvious – and large – erection as he watched her do it. She wondered how his cock would feel between her tits. She dropped her hands self-consciously to the counter, but he just smiled at her, even wider than before. “I knew you’d be into tit-fucking. Most open-minded women are, I find. So if I see that this open-minded woman I’ve found has, shall we say, fulfilled the first requirement, then I can move on to the second. Again, let’s take you as an example. Moving on from your impressive breasts, I would turn my attention somewhat lower, to find, well, a distinct lack of curves.”
Kate flushed. He was right; she didn’t have much in the way of waist and hips and behind, and what she did have was made pretty shapeless by her loose old jeans. It was weird, really, in comparison with her rather lush top half, but what could you do? The rush of embarrassment left her feeling a bit warm, so she quickly unbuttoned and discarded her cardigan. That left only her faded black t-shirt to heroically restrain her bouncing boobs. Odd – she must have forgotten to wear a bra that night. Oh well, at least that meant her nipples were really obvious, pressed against the thin fabric. She took another deep breath, and resolutely kept her hands at her sides.
But he hadn’t stopped talking. “That’s what I thought, anyway, but it’s hard to see when you’re on the other side of the counter. When you step out to where I can see you better …” He stepped back from the counter and gestured at Kate to step forward, which she shyly did. He continued smoothly, “I can see that I was wrong again. You’ve got the curves in all the right places, don’t you?”
Kate’s moment of doubt – she wasn’t curvy down there, was she? – was even briefer this time. Then the dizziness washed it away, leaving behind what seemed to be an even thicker pink, sex-scented haze in her head. That might have been why she ran her hands down from her narrow waist to where her hips flared out, turning slightly to make sure he could see her well-shaped ass filling out her tight jeans. Of course she had curves down there! She’d look pretty silly with giant boobs and no ass, wouldn’t she?
“Very nice,” he complimented. “And it must be very sensitive, yes? An ass that luscious is just crying out to be touched, isn’t it?”
It certainly was! Even the tight denim of her jeans felt great, and she had a sudden urge to ask if he wanted to have a feel for himself. Keith had been more of a tit-man, really, but he hadn’t neglected her behind either. She remembered one night, for instance, when he’d bent her over the arm of the couch and spanked her until her ass was bright red and burning. She had been shocked to find that the spanking set her pussy gushing, and she had cum hard without him doing anything else. Well, he had teased her asshole with his finger too, but she’d been afraid to let him do anything more than that, even if it had felt pretty good. And she’d always loved it when he grabbed hold of her ass for extra leverage when he fucked her from behind.
The customer smiled at her again. “So you’ve got the tits, and you’ve got the curves, and that’s great. But that’s not all I look for in an open-minded woman, you know.”
That brought Kate down to earth again. Well, mostly, anyway – she was still rubbing her hands gently on her ass-cheeks, and wondering if it would be out of line to give her nipples a pinch or two. What else could he want, she wondered? And did she have it? And would he fuck her anyway, if she didn’t? Wait, what?
“For instance,” he continued, “When I first walked in here, I thought your face looked kind of plain. No makeup, no effort to look good, your hair pulled back in a really unflattering ponytail.” She had to admit he was right with that. She had actually tried to not look good before coming in to work. What had she been thinking? “But again, I see I was wrong. You’ve got lovely long silky brown hair – it must have just looked like it was tied back – and you’re made up beautifully. I especially like the dark red lipstick; very nice!”
Another surge of pink dizziness, and Kate brushed her hair back behind her ears, checking automatically in the mirror on the wall to make sure her lipstick wasn’t smeared. Of course she’d taken care to look good; why wouldn’t she? You never knew when you might meet someone you’d like to fuck, right? She licked her lips suggestively and stared openly at his crotch. Her head was crowded with sexual thoughts and images, and she probably couldn’t have remembered how to work the espresso machine if her life depended on it. She didn’t notice when one of her hands moved up to gently squeeze one of her huge tits. The other one was toying with the snap on her jeans.
Kate’s customer was watching her closely, with a smug sort of smile on his face. “And of course,” he said seriously, “what’s on the inside every bit as important as what’s on the outside. After all, it wouldn’t do me any good if I found my perfect woman, physically speaking, and she didn’t want to do anything fun, would it?” That seemed to call for a response, so Kate vaguely shook her head ‘no’. The snap was undone now, and that hand was playing with the zipper. The other one was creating wonderful sensations by pinching her nipple. They seemed to shoot directly into her brain, thickening the pink haze filling her head. “I reckon an open-minded woman should be up for pretty much anything, shouldn’t she? And able and willing to take the initiative, so I don’t have to do all the work. For instance, she’d have a good idea of what to do if I did this…” And he nonchalantly unzipped his pants to release a very hard big cock.
Kate couldn’t take her eyes off it. Her whole world seemed to close in to focus in on it, and she felt a massive surge of sexual heat run through her body and gather in her tits, in her ass, between her legs, in her lips and mouth, and especially in her head. The pink haze coating her thoughts seemed to intensify and thicken, drowning out anything non-sexual in her head. Her pussy spasmed and gushed enough juices to soak through her jeans, her nipples became almost painfully hard, and her mouth flooded with saliva. She slipped down to her knees in front of him. She was an open-minded woman, all right, and she knew exactly what to do in this situation. Keith had always told her that she was a great cocksucker! Just last night she’d given him a long, slow, wet blowjob that finished off with a big mouthful of cum for her. She’d only spilled a little of it. Well, on purpose actually; he always seemed to appreciate a few drips down her chin.
Letting go of her tit and her unzipped jeans, she grabbed his cock in both hands and gave it a few firm strokes, then leaned forward to slide her mouth down over the head. The taste of the precum on the cock sent little sparkles through her head, and Kate eagerly worked her lips up and down the shaft, coaxing more of the delicious stuff out to run down her throat. She approvingly noticed that the circle of red lipstick left behind was really close to the base; her practicing was paying off! She was so involved in what she was doing that she barely even noticed when the man reached down and pulled her t-shirt up to release her tits, though she did get momentarily annoyed when she had to take her mouth off his cock so he could pull the shirt over her head.
She forgot that pretty quickly, though, when he grabbed her exposed mounds, roughly squeezing them and sending even stronger jolts of pleasure through her body. She giggled as he pulled her to her feet by her tits, his cock leaving a little trail of precum across her skin. As he planted a firm, wet kiss on her open mouth, she mashed her tits up against his chest. With one hand she continued stroking his cock, while gently caressing his balls with the other. She briefly remembered that anyone walking by the café could see her like this, but then decided that that was actually a really hot idea. She hadn’t used to, for some reason – she’d refused to let Keith fuck her in a semi-concealed spot on the beach once, and had only reluctantly given him a blowjob late one night at the back of a bus – but now she thought it was great. Must be getting even more open-minded, she thought happily. Keith would be happy when he found that out!
Pulling his lips away, her customer gave her a self-satisfied grin. “Seems I was right about you, wasn’t I?” he said. “You are an open-minded woman who knows what she wants, aren’t you?”
She certainly was. And what Kate wanted right that moment, she realised, was his big cock inside her pussy. So she suddenly pulled back from him, pushed her jeans and soaked panties down to her knees, and turned around to lean down onto a table with her ass pointing straight at him. She could feel her juices running down her legs, but when she leaned down she was momentarily distracted by the feel of her nipples resting on the cold hard table. For some reason she didn’t remember that ever happening before. It was almost as if her tits hadn’t always been big enough to rub against a table or bed or whatever when she was down on her elbows like this. But that was silly! After all, hadn’t she just been thinking about that time with Keith on the lounge room floor?
Those odd thoughts were pretty quickly driven out of her head by the feel of her customer’s cock pushing up against her dripping pussy lips and sliding deep into her cunt in one long hard stroke. That brought a long moan out of Kate’s throat, which turned abruptly into a loud squeal when he gave her ass a hard smack. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, leaking even more juices out around the shaft. Then he put a hand on each soft hip and started fucking her hard and fast, pulling her back roughly against him with each stroke.
Kate loved it. This was the best boring late-night shift she’d ever had at the café! She was so glad that she’d been open-minded enough to decide for herself that she wanted him to fuck her. Resting her head on one arm on the tabletop, she snaked her other hand down between her legs to rub at her clit. Her vision dissolved into a thick, pink haze as his cock and her finger quickly carried her towards a intense orgasm. She dimly heard herself moaning and telling him to fuck her harder, while he told her what a good little open-minded slut she was. That sent more warm shivers through her sex-filled head; he recognised how open-minded she was! And not just an open-minded woman, but an open-minded slut! That was even better, wasn’t it? Then her orgasm hit, breaking over her like a huge wave, helped along by his finger pushing into her tight ass. Kate came harder than she ever remembered coming before, strangled grunts coming from her mouth as her whole body stiffened and jerked. It went on and on as he kept on fucking her pussy and finger-fucking her ass. The sensations seemed to harden the pink haze in her head into a slick candy-coating of pure sex.
When Kate could think again – at least a little – a new thought popped into her head. Hadn’t he said that he loved tit-fucking? What could be a nicer way to thank him for the fantastic orgasm than to put his hard, pussy-juice covered cock between her big tits and rub them up and down over it and kiss his cockhead and … and … and anyway, that sounded like a great, open-minded idea. She reckoned he liked it too. At least, he didn’t complain at all when she pulled herself off his pole, pushed him into a chair, and wrapped her tits around his cock. She’d been right, too: her tits were big enough to wrap all the way around it! And it tasted yummy too, when she licked it on the upstrokes.
It was nice of him to warn her when he was about to cum, but he didn’t really need to. Wasn’t the whole point of tit-fucking for him to shoot his cum all over her tits and face? She loved it when guys did that. Her boyfriend Keith always said that that was one of the things he liked most about her. So she just kept going until he stiffened and groaned and erupted with a spray of hot sticky white jizz. He mu;st have been excited, she thought happily, because he actually got some in her hair as well as all over her face and boobs. After squeezing the last drops from his softening cock, she sat back on her heels and looked him in the eye as she scooped a big glob of cum from where it was hanging off her nipple and sucked it sexily off her fingers.
Her customer laughed at that, and gave her nipples a quick tweak before standing up and tucking his cock back into his pants. “Sure was lucky you turned out to be such a perfect woman for me, wasn’t it?” he asked her. “Because I sure did need a good hot fuck tonight!” Then he looked at the clock on the wall. “But look at the time! You should close up and go home! And I’ll be on my way. I’m so sorry to have kept you after closing time, but you didn’t seem to mind.” He laughed again. She liked his laugh, it was cute. Even if she wasn’t sure what he was laughing at. It didn’t really matter though.
Kate hardly noticed when her customer let himself out of the café, turning “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED” on his way out. She absent-mindedly scooped up more of his cum off her tits as she stood up and started collecting her clothes. She was thinking about what she was going to do to Keith when she got home after work. Maybe it was time to let him fuck her ass. He had always wanted to, and she’d always put him off. And that wasn’t very open-minded of her, was it? Or maybe she could talk him into a threesome with her flatmate Sarah. She bet he wouldn’t mind that, and Kate was pretty sure that she could be as good at licking pussy as she was at sucking cock. Well, she’d decide what to do by the time she got home. The important thing, she told herself, was to always keep an open mind.
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