The Cafe Owner's Slut Power
Thursday evening, the ninth, the rain was little more than a mist—not enough to bother with an umbrella. I left the black one standing in the entryway and didn't clear the cup from the sink. At the office, So-yul had kept every button fastened to her throat and looked at nothing but the paperwork, and Yu-jin had ended an email with a single period. I got off at eight and stepped into the cafe on the corner of the alley by my place. Thirty minutes to closing. Every seat was empty.
The owner was Oh Se-yeon. Thirty-six. She tied her apron on in two layers and pulled her hair up any which way. Her words were short, and when she smiled you could see her teeth. When she rang someone up, her eyes went to the customer's throat, not their hands. For three months I had ordered nothing but an Americano, and Se-yeon always pulled the shot stronger for me. Today, handing me the cup, she let her fingers overlap mine and didn't pull them away.
"You're the last customer today. The second I lock the door, you stay. We'll settle up later. Haa. I'm already wet."
"I'll stay. You pulled that strong on purpose, didn't you. Ngh—your fingers are hot."
"Yeah. Your tongue takes bitter well. Tonight I'm putting that tongue somewhere else. Ahh. My clit and my nipples."
She killed the sign and dropped the blinds. She made a show of setting chairs up on the tables, then stripped off nothing but the apron. Under the knit dress one bra strap had slipped. Her breasts were large, and her waist was cinched where the apron had left its mark. I stepped in behind the counter. The smell of coffee grounds was warm.
"Don't undress me slow. I'm not the type for a long warm-up. Look, touch, and fuck me. I'll be the one moaning louder. Don't you hide your breathing either. Haa."
I drew the zipper down her back. The bra was black, the cups on the verge of spilling, and when I undid the clasp her breasts poured free. The nipples were large and dark. The moment I rolled one under my thumb, Se-yeon threw her head back and cried out.
"Haaah—good. Pinch hard. Don't roll it gentle. Aang. Give me your mouth. Suck. Stand it up with your teeth. Mmn, there. The left one's sensitive. Keep it in your mouth. Haa, haa."
"Hnn, they're big. Your nipple won't stay on my tongue. Hah. You smell like coffee and sweat. Push it out farther so I can suck. It's caught on my teeth."
Se-yeon grabbed the back of my head and buried me in her chest. I set the nipple up with my teeth and struck it with my tongue. Her moans came high and unbroken—haa, aang, more, harder. She drove a knee into my crotch, confirmed I was already hard, and laughed low.
"You're up. Haa. It's throbbing in your pants. Take it out. I'll spit on it. You lift my skirt. Ahh."
"Ngh, it's out. Your spit's dripping, Se-yeon. The shaft's slick. Hah. Skirt's up."
When I dropped my pants she didn't kneel. She perched her ass on the counter, took hold of me, and hauled me up to her lips. A long string of spit fell and she smeared it down the shaft, closed her fist, and stroked fast. Her mouth took only the head and let it go. Less sucking than spit and a fist.
"Mmn, hot. It's big. Haa. I'm not taking it to my throat. Tonight you're fucking me with this cock. Spit's plenty of lube. Aang. I like your breathing. Let more of it out."
"Hah, your fist is tight. Ugh. You only mouth the head and paint it with spit. Gives me chills. Your underwear's black. The middle's soaked."
"I've been wet since before closing. Since the moment you opened the door. Haaah. Pull them aside. Pinch my clit directly. I hate being rubbed soft. Pinch it. Aang, haa."
When I tugged the underwear aside, her labia parted thick. The clitoris was large, already out from under the hood. The instant I pinched it with my thumb, Se-yeon kicked the counter.
"Aht—that. Don't let go. Don't roll it. Pinch and pull. Haa, haa. Put two fingers in. Scrape the front wall. I like scraping more than pressing. Mmn, hard. Aang."
"Ngh, you're hot inside. Swallowed two right away. Hah. The wall's ridged. Scrape it and your hips lift. I can hear it."
I scraped the front wall with two fingers and Se-yeon seized my wrist—a hand telling me to move faster. Her slick made a sound. She didn't hold a single moan back.
"Haaah, there. Aang. I'm coming. I'll come on your fingers first. Pull out and put it in right away. Standing. My back to the counter. Mmmn, haa, you can come. I'm on the pill. Inside."
"You're clenching. Hah. Putting it in now. Head's right there."
Her insides squeezed my fingers. The moment I pulled them free I set the head to her entrance, slick with spit and her wetness, and sank to the root in one stroke. Se-yeon threw her neck back and wailed.
"Haaang. Deep. It's shoving my belly. Ahk. Don't pull out. Stay buried and just grind your hips. Mmn. Talk. Make it filthy. Say the owner swallowed a customer's cock. Haa, haa."
"Ugh, all the way to the root. You're tight. Hah. Closing's done and you're getting fucked on the counter, underwear still pulled aside. Haa. Front wall's getting scraped. I can hear it. Se-yeon."
I kept my hips glued to hers and thrust short. Her breasts swung hard. I took a nipple in my mouth again and drove up from below, and her heels kicked my ass—harder, not with words but with her feet.
"Aang, that angle. Haaah. My clit's grinding on your stomach. Good. Mmn. Say my name. Se-yeon. Curse me while I'm coming. Hear that and I clamp down harder. Haa."
"Se-yeon. Hah. Your insides are ringing around a customer's cock. Ugh. Nipple's caught on my teeth. Squeeze. I'm coming. Coming inside."
"Haaah, come. Deep. Aang. Pull out and I'll be pissed. I'm taking it. Mmmn, haa, haa. Hot. I can feel it pulse."
I drove in to the hilt and came. Se-yeon raked my back. The aftershocks made her insides twitch, and it took time to pull free. When I slipped out, semen ran down toward the cabinet door of the counter. She didn't wipe it. She scooped it up with her fingers and smeared it on her nipple.
"Haa. It came out. Rub it on my nipple and I'm up again. Ahh. Now I ride. Sit in the chair. Look at my face. I don't dodge eyes."
I sat, and she climbed on with the skirt pinned at her waist. Using what had leaked for lube, she sat down in one motion, all the way to the root. Her hands pressed my shoulders; her hips rolled forward and back. Her breasts swayed in front of my face.
"Haaang, I like this position. I set the depth. Ahk. Sit deep enough it feels like it'll poke up over my belly. Mmn. Suck my nipples. While they're swinging. Haa, haa. Aang."
"Hah, you clamp harder sitting on it. Ugh. Se-yeon, your thighs are locked tight. Come's leaking out around me. Haa. Put your tits on my mouth. Let me suck."
The moment I sucked a nipple she picked up speed. The chair creaked. The second climax was hers first. She drove her hips down and shook.
"Coming again. Haaah. Aang. Stay inside. You come too. Together. Mmmn. My name. Say Se-yeon. Look how I'm squeezing."
"Se-yeon. I'm coming. Ngh, coming while you're on top of me. Hah. Bellies stuck together. Take it."
The second load went in. She didn't climb off, only rolled through the aftershocks. When I slipped out, her thighs were wet and white. She swept it up with her hand and brought it to my mouth.
"Lick. The taste of yours mixed with mine. Haa. I'm not embarrassed. You check it with your tongue. Ahh."
"Mmph. Salty. Thicker than the bitter coffee. Haa. Se-yeon, I'll lick your fingers clean too."
Se-yeon opened the storage door beside the counter. Sacks of coffee beans. She leaned me against one and lifted what had gone soft into her hand.
"I'll get you up one more time. Haa. I like putting it in my mouth while it's soft. I'll feel it grow on my tongue. Ahh. Get it good and wet."
Her tongue worked the groove under the head as if she meant to dig it out. The leftover come was salty. When I was half-hard she opened her mouth and swallowed half of me. Her cheeks tightened, and her breath rushed loud through her nose.
"Mmph, hot again. Haa. Not to the throat today either. Fist and mouth together. When your breathing gets bigger I'll stroke faster. Ahk, aang."
"Hah. What was soft is getting hard in your mouth. Ugh. Se-yeon, string the spit. Press the head with your tongue. Good. I'm coming. In your mouth."
"Mmph. Come. Haa. I feel it in my throat. Salty. Ahh. Swallowed all of it. Now from behind. Hands on the sack."
She set both hands on the bean sack and dropped her waist. Her underwear was rolled to one side, and the semen that had leaked out glistened. I split her labia with the head and sank to the root in a single stroke.
"Haaang. Deep. My belly's shoved into the sack. Ahk. Don't go slow. I'm already open. Hard. Grab my hair. Mmn, haa, aang."
"Hah. Goes in all at once. Ugh. Your ass is flush against my stomach. Come spatters every time I hit. You're tight. Se-yeon."
I wound her hair around my fist and picked up speed. The slap of flesh rang through the storage room. Se-yeon didn't kill her voice.
"Aang, that angle. Up. Haaah. My clit's rubbing the sack. Good. Talk. Say the owner's a bitch taking a customer's cock in the storeroom. Hear that and I come harder. Mmmn."
"After closing you took it to the root in the storeroom. Hah. I'm fucking you with a grip on that waist still marked by the apron. Squeeze. Coming inside again. Se-yeon."
"Haaah. Come. Aang. Deep. I'm taking it. Mmn, haa, haa. My name. Say it again. I'm coming."
The third load went in. Se-yeon clenched the sack and rode over the peak. When I pulled out, her thighs were so wet it ran all the way to her calves. She laid me on the sack and sat down over my face. Her thighs clamped my ears. I struck only the tip with my tongue.
"Ahk, your tongue's hot. Haa, haa. Lick just like that. Get spit on it. Good. Mmn. I can taste you in it too. Press harder. Aang. I'm coming. Haaah."
"Mmph. Salty. Se-yeon, drop your hips lower. I won't take my tongue off."
She pressed down hard once and came as she lifted. Her slick ran to my chin. She didn't climb off; she dragged her flesh across my lips as if wiping them clean. Then she pulled the dress on and zipped it only halfway. The cleft of her breasts stayed exactly as it was.
"Haa. Come tomorrow too, thirty minutes before close. Don't order an Americano. The moment the door locks, it's the counter. Ahh. I've got the key. Leave marks. I'll look at them before the morning part-timer gets in. See them and I'll get wet all over again."
"I'll be here for tomorrow's closing. I won't wipe the taste off my mouth."
"Good. Tomorrow you lick my clit with that mouth. That's enough for today. Haa. Inside's still pulsing."
The sign stayed dark. Five minutes home. An umbrella in the entryway, a cup in the sink. Tonight the white streak on the counter had wedged itself between the two. The ceiling was quiet. I lay down without wiping the taste left in my mouth. Tomorrow evening, even if I never ordered a cup, it would come out strong.