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Erotic Sex Stories: I Was Fucked by the Cafe Manager

Erotic Sex Stories: I Was Fucked by the Cafe Manager

The day-to-day care of three children at home, a hard-working husband like no support, a general misunderstanding. All this brought me to the edge of a nervous breakdown. I felt like I didn’t have a drop of energy in me. I took my kids to kindergarten that day, my husband again got rid of his frustrations by yelling at me. Drawn oranges. A sad puddle of a woman. I didn’t know this is the beginning of one of erotic sex stories. Yeah.

I pulled on my coat and left the apartment. I’ve been walking for a long time. In the end, in the streets. I was not aware of anything. There were thousands of mixed thoughts in my head, constantly wondering – how could I have been so wrong? Soon I found myself in front of a cafe. I’ve been through it countless times, but never stopped for coffee. I’ll stop by now. But not for coffee. It took a bit of fierceness.

I walked into a cafe where the charm of another city and time reigned.

After a brief ambiguity about whether to sit at a bar or a table, I chose the bar. I never did, so now I will. It’s an ideal opportunity. I already burst into confetti.

-Whiskey.

The barman poured me whiskey without a word. I picked it up.

-One more. Double. No ice.

I drank the other slowly, trying not to think about anything.

As I gently drank a drink, I felt a pair of eyes on me. The peripheral vision told me it was a man. To my left.

I reluctantly turned my head to face him and met with piercing, questioning green eyes.

I nodded. He greeted me and stood up. He came to me.

“Free?” He asked.

-Go ahead. – I tried to sound disinterested, and in fact, the nervousness started to work me dangerously.

– I never saw you here.

-And your inventory?

He laughed.

– Let’s say I did.

– I happened to run into it. Not that I haven’t heard of this cafe, but … let’s just say it was never a good opportunity.

-Is that so. I understand.

– And what do you understand?

He laughed again and lit a cigarette.

Obligations related. Everyday life. Deca. Husband. Pressure, burden, and resentment. Am I close?

I just watched him. Is it possible that I’m so transparent? Or is he just reading people well? Or both?

-Can I use a cigarette?

– Here you go.

I inhaled the smoke and immediately wished I was with someone. With him. With anyone. To take me away from my monotonous life for a moment and make me at least briefly feel beautiful. Relaxed.

– Do you live close? – I moved on to the thing.

He looked at me for a few seconds, as if he had expected it, but a little later.

-Very.

He picked up his cigarettes and signaled to the bar that the drinks were at his expense.

And he lived close by. Two streets from there.

And his apartment was … well, ideal for being taken in, which he certainly did. As we drank drinks, I learned that he was, in fact, the manager of the cafe I was at. At that moment I thought that I am about to live one of extraordinary erotic sex stories.

After four whiskeys, I was already relaxed enough to get down on my knees and try his dick.

I totally lost my compass. And I didn’t care. His eggs were freshly shaved and firm. Glavic dark pink, hole quite open. The dick is hard and ready. I smoked like I never did to my husband and, I totally got hooked. I was totally dissolved, like a drug. Maybe that was me, deep down. I read many erotic sex stories, but mine was unique !

I lick dick like it's an ice cream

He laid me down on the rug and took off his panties. My pussy was wet, this new situation made me dangerous. He started licking like any seasoned fucker.

He twisted my clit with his tongue skillfully, then ran into me. My body spilled heat, my pussy was leaking like never before.

– Fuck me, fuck me right now!

He pulled a condom out of the drawer and pulled it on his dick in one stroke.

The manager lifted my legs all the way over my head and plunged into my pussy asking to be fucked hard.

He stabbed passionately, quickly, vividly, and at the same time massaged my index finger into my ass.

I could feel his dick spreading the walls of my pussy and also his fingers gently entering my ass.

When he widened the hole enough into his ass, he moved his dick into another hole. A sense of pain and pleasure mingled. And he suffered me as if he had never fucked in my life, which I doubt. He tore my ass with his dick and yet I didn’t want it to stop.

In the background, I heard the vibration of my phone. I really didn’t care who called me. Probably him. So far. All I wanted to do now is fuck with this character.

I came twice. When he was close, he pulled his dick out of me, scraped the condom, and soon I felt a warm stream of his cum on my chest and face. Then he rolled beside me.

As we smoked cigarettes in silence, I hoped they would suggest another meeting. It was as if he could hear my thoughts …

-Now you know where you can find me … whenever you want, we can repeat this. He spoke.

I kissed him and got dressed quickly.

– See you soon.

At home, I was greeted by a nervous and angry husband.

-What’s up for lunch?

– Whatever you want to store, I need a shower and coffee. – I cut him.

He was in shock, and I was in seventh heaven. A great sec story. I found someone who brought a smile back to my face. And who will keep him there?

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