A Cocksucking Coffeeshop Fantasy

There’s a little coffee shop at the end of an alley off Jackson Square in New Orleans. It’s summertime, so it’s hot as hell and I’m wearing cargo shorts with no underwear. I’m sipping a chilled latte at one of the outside patio tables as you approach. We strike up a conversation and one thing leads to another. It’s late afternoon and nobody’s around, so you decide to go for it.

You slip your hand under my shorts and start stroking my hard shaved cock. You suggest we pull away from the table, getting down on your knees, unzipping my shorts and pulling out my swollen member. You drop your lips around the head and then take the whole thing down to its base, thrusting up and down as I facefuck you in broad daylight. You love the way it feels, my cock hitting the back of your throat, over and over until you can barely breathe.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore… You need some release, so you rise off your knees, cautiously unbuttoning your pants, unleashing your own massive cock, straining against a pair of sheer pink panties, stretching the waistband to its limit and barely contained by the flimsy fabric. As the pants fall away, you reveal you’re wearing black thigh high latex stockings too. I can’t believe how hot they look and can’t wait to feel them against my skin.

We’re both committed to it now, half naked in public and totally exposed to the world. I reach out, caressing your panty sheathed balls and gently slipping a finger back to the edge of your anus. I pull you closer, slowly pulling down the panties, teasing your cock as they drop past it, the sheer fabric tugging your thighs as it reaches the top of your stockings. I take your cock into my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue as I do it. My god, it’s so much bigger than mine! I’m not sure how much of it I can take, but I’m going to give it my best effort. As your cock fills my mouth, I feel the urge to gag but resist, my spit dripping down your cock to settle on your balls. I move my tongue down, licking your scrotum, taking it into my mouth, and stroking your cock faster and faster. I rub your gleaming cock all over my face, against my cheeks, my nose and eyes. My whole world at that given instant revolves around that beautiful massive dick.

Throwing whatever last fears we have aside for good, we both strip the rest of the way, me down to nothing and you down to just the latex stockings. We move to the floor, the warm, sun heated terra cotta tile feels great against our skin. I straddle your legs, starting down low, and hump my cock against the sweat beaded latex on your legs. It feels awesome as I move up towards your thighs, masturbating fiercely against the shiny black material. Finally, I reach your crotch and I’m on top you, our balls slapping together as we each take the other’s cock in hand, rubbing them together in an uncontrollable frenzy. You reach around; caressing my ass as you move to my hole, where you’re surprised to discover that it’s already filled with a jewel tipped assplug and has been all along! It’s the final thing that sends you over the edge - You explode in a fountain of cum all over our bodies, causing me to do the same! Our cum is everywhere, dripping off each other’s cocks, our stomachs and even our chins! It’s all over your latex stockings, and forming little pools on the terra cotta tile beside us.

As we both try to recover our breath, we’re interrupted by the sound of clapping!

To our amazement, we look up, and over by counter stands two women, both in their mid-twenties … the shop’s baristas! One has a hand down her jeans, the other has her apron and skirt hiked up, her cotton white panties soaking wet. To the left of them, standing near the doorway, a smiling couple in their early 40’s. He’s got a limp dick sticking out his fly, and she’s got cum dripping off her hands as she claps! Continuing our scan around the patio, we see a second, younger couple at a small table in the far corner, fully dressed but on the edges of their seats, obviously astonished at what they just witnessed.

“Holy shit!”

Busted! We crack up! Laughing, we manage something about “thanks” and “sorry” at the same time, grabbing our clothes and pulling them on as we head for the exit.