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A Taste of Temptation - part 1
You’re working your usual shift at the coffee shop, your hands moving gracefully and efficiently as you create Max’s usual order. You can’t help but wonder what he’s like outside of this place. The bell above the door jingles, signaling another customer’s arrival.
“Hey there, beautiful,” Max grins mischievously as he approaches the counter. “What’s a guy gotta do to get something extra special today?”
You roll your eyes and sigh. When are you going to get out of this rut?
“Can I get my usual with an added twist? I’m feeling adventurous,” Max says, leaning against the counter.
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his request. “Extra spicy today?”
Max nods, a smirk playing on his lips. “That sounds perfect.”
As you prepare his drink, you can feel his eyes on you. It’s not the first time he’s flirted with you, but there’s something different about his demeanor today. A sense of urgency and excitement seems to emanate from him.
You hand him the cup, a wry smile on your face. “Here you go, Max. Enjoy your extra spicy beverage.”
He takes it with a grateful nod, but as he’s about to turn away, he slips a small folded piece of paper into your hand. Your heart skips a beat when you see your name written on it.
“Meet me in the back room in five minutes,” Max whispers before walking away.
Your curiosity piqued, you sneak away from your duties at the coffee shop and make your way to the back room. The door is slightly ajar, and you push it open to find Max waiting for you, his eyes filled with desire.
“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” he confesses, taking a step closer. “You have no idea how much I crave you.”
His words send a shiver down your spine as he begins to tease you mercilessly, keeping you just on the edge without letting you cum. You’re desperate for release, gasping for breath as Max continues his torturous game.
As Max continues his teasing game, he reaches out and blindfolds you with a soft scarf, heightening your other senses as he whispers dirty things in your ear. “I love seeing you like this,” he purrs, his breath hot against your skin. “So desperate for release.”
You can feel Max’s fingers tracing light patterns on your stomach, sending shivers through your body. Your senses are heightened, and every touch feels more intense than before. You try to anticipate his next move, but he keeps you guessing, alternating between gentle caresses and firm grips.
“Please,” you beg, your voice trembling with desire. “Let me cum.”
Max chuckles darkly in response. “Not yet,” he teases. “I’m enjoying this too much.”
His fingers dance lower, brushing against the waistband of your thong. You arch your back, silently pleading for him to touch you where you need it most. But Max is relentless in his torment, skirting just shy of the sensitive spot that would send you over the edge.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers, his lips grazing your earlobe. “Begging for me to touch you.”
You whimper, unable to form coherent words as Max continues to tease you mercilessly. Your thoughts are consumed by the desire for release, and you struggle between giving in to the pleasure and trying to maintain control.
Max’s fingers slip beneath your thong, his touch sending electric shocks through your body. You gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily as he traces circles around your clit. But just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Max pulls away, leaving you aching and desperate for more.
“Why are you doing this to me?” you ask, your voice strained with need.
Max laughs, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Because I love seeing you like this,” he replies. “So close, but not quite there.”
His fingers return, this time accompanied by his tongue as he laps at your sensitive flesh. You moan, your hands balling into fists as you try to resist the urge to grab him and force him to finish what he started.
“Please,” you beg again. “I need it.”
Max stops abruptly, leaving you hovering on the edge of orgasm. He removes the blindfold, his eyes locked on yours as he shakes his head.
“Not yet,” he says, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “We’ll continue this another time.”
With that, he stands up and walks away, leaving you frustrated and desperate for release. As the door closes behind him, you collapse onto the floor, your body trembling with unfulfilled desire.