Soft lips slid up the saliva-soaked shaft of Dan's erection as he tapped, one handed, at the keyboard of his laptop. Their owner--though the term was technically incorrect here--knelt naked beneath the table as she gave him a lovingly enthusiastic blowjob.
The reason the term was inaccurate was that, as far as he could tell, Dan actually owned the lips that were greedily attempting to fit themselves around the very base of his cock. An attempt to fix a stupid corporate decision at his job had succeeded, but had the unintended consequence of making both his editor and a random new girl who had just started working in the mail room his own.
As in--somehow, everyone he met, the two women included, simply believed that they belonged to him. No one seemed to think it was weird, either, though both Ashley and Leigh had acknowledged that it was a new development. His dark-haired editor was unperturbed by it, and had joined Dan to take advantage of the fact that their employee handbook didn't have anything to say on the topic of employees dating their property. The fact that he could blow off steam in the office by closing her office door, bending her over her desk, and stuffing her cleanly shaven pussy with his dick wasn't a benefit he was willing to turn down, and it made the days he needed to work out of the office far more enjoyable.
Leigh, on the other hand, had gone a few steps beyond enthusiastic about the situation. She was the one who had pushed Dan to explore the limits of The The Nootbook, and their current expedition was the latest of her ideas.
Her head bobbed up and down enthusiastically as she sucked Dan's cock openly in the middle of
Bakes and Beans.
One middle-aged woman in line watched with a slightly bored expression on her face until her view was interrupted by a pair of young women on their way out from the bathroom. Their conversation didn't even pause when they detoured around the busty blonde woman on her knees, and by the time they passed, the one member of the audience of Leigh's performance had stepped up to the counter to order.
The phrase he had written--'No one in Bakes and Beans thinks it's weird for people to have consensual sex or be naked there'--was not the one that Leigh had initially pushed for.
Her suggestion had been far broader. She had wanted Dan to test the actual limits of his authority by writing that he was allowed to do anything he wanted in the building, but that had seemed like the first step on an extremely slippery slope.
There were two reasons that Dan was able to remain calm--or at least, avoid freaking out.
The first was that Leigh was an extremely accomplished cocksucker. It was really hard to his brain to dwell on the surreality of having his current situation when she had her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft and his balls, while her tongue lavished attention on the head of his cock.
The other was that not only were the other customers of the cafe not paying attention to him, they weren't the only ones in
Bakes and Beans
with their pants off. To the side of the front counter, a pretty brunette barista that Dan didn't recognize had her pants around her ankles while she bent over for a thirty-something blonde woman with an inverted bob.
The customer--who Dan found himself thinking of as 'Karen' immediately--had been alternately spanking the brunette's taut ass and plunging two fingers into her visibly leaking furry cunt. They'd been at it for at least twenty minutes, and neither woman showed any sign of flagging, but the only indication anyone gave that they were even there was that every time someone headed for the bathroom they had to swerve a bit to steer clear of Karen's arm.
By comparison, Leigh was practically being subtle. As soon as the phrase Dan wrote had taken hold, she had simply stripped down and dropped to her knees. Granted, she was moaning and occasionally making sounds that might have been attempts at speech, but since she hadn't taken his cock out from between her lips since then, the words were unintelligible and no one had thus far reacted to the sounds.
The cafe wasn't especially crowded--it was mid-afternoon and the lunch rush had ended just before they got there--but none of the dozen or so other customers were giving them any more attention than the occupants of any other table.
It was almost disappointing--Leigh had mentioned to Dan that if she was going to be a full-time sex slave, she needed to improve her cocksucking, and she was putting on an impressive show. At the time, he had attempted to object and remind her that she as free to pursue whatever goals she wanted in her life, but since she'd been kneeling over his head to sixty-nine him at the time, she'd responded by squatting down and smothering his words in her pussy.
She'd repeated that every time he tried to speak until he had given up.
The feel of the wet lips and tongue that embraced his swollen dick now occupied enough of his attention that he didn't notice the redhead approaching until she pulled out the other seat at his table and plopped her ass down.
"Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"
Dan reflexively jumped in surprise, and not only banged his knee against the metal leg of the table, but also sent Leigh into a coughing fit when his dick suddenly jammed forward into her throat.
"Shit! Sorry, sorry- Didn't mean to surprise you. You OK down there? Need a glass of water?" Kayla was wearing the same uniform dark green button-down shirt and pants as the other employees, but Dan couldn't help but notice that the effect on her was probably not exactly what the owners had intended. Leigh had an impressive bust, especially for her otherwise slender frame, but Kayla's tits were works of art, worthy of both admiration and praise.
"Kayla! I- uhh- didn't see you when I got here."
"I just got here. I'm not supposed to start for fifteen more minutes, but it if I don't take the eleven forty bus I'm usually late."
