Ten
At the coffee counter, the barrista, Hannah, was fiddling with the pastries. She had on a summer dress that hung low on her chest revealing an ample cleavage. Her skin was pale but creamy. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra, as evidenced by her prominent nipples. She also seemed to have a little roundness to her, as if there might be a smudge extra cushion to the pushin', which Nat wasn't offended by. She was an "alternative," happy-go-lucky type, looking for that ray of sunshine in the darkest of places. (But they do say vegans have some of the purest tasting pussies money can buy).
Nat kind of wanted to try to break her down and put her in her place. He also wanted to maybe feed her a bag of dicks and see her happily gobble down every crumb. Her practically-bald scalp was...different. A bald woman in porn often implied an edgy girl with a "no B.S." kind of approach to sex -- an expertise without the drama and rigor-morale of your average "done-up" pornstar or the radiant innocence of a fresh newbie teen. There wasn't any reason why Hannah should fit the stereotype, but Nat decided to just go with it for now. He cleared his throat and she turned around, attentively, with a big smile on her face as if he was her favorite regular customer. Like the rest of the women today, she was hypnotically captivated by his eyes.
"I'd like an Americano, please," he said sheepishly, still figuring out how he'd like to play the situation.
"That's one, hot Americano," she said cheerily. "Do you want any pastries with that?"
"No, I'm good," Nat said. He was so perplexed. She seemed not to have witnessed that entire, vile scene that took place just moments ago, behind him. There was a kind of Truman Show thing going on here and Nat couldn't quite figure out why. He decided to test the workings of his environment once more. Maybe before, he thought, because of his special connection with Misha, he had mastered some kind of special confidence boost which gave him the ability to dominate and use Julia? From what he knew of female seduction, from reading on the "pick-up artist" forums, it was entirely possible to convince a woman to drop her "bitch shield" if she felt that she was of lesser value than a man, which is not usually the case, by default, but can be achieved by certain positioning tactics. But really? Julia drank his cum from a cup after it had dripped out of her own pussy. That seems like some serious seduction! At the same time, he didn't want to be a complainer and he figured he might as well enjoy this boost of confidence, or sudden hypnotic powers, while they were still here.
"I noticed your staring at my eyes before. Do you find me attractive?"
Hannah smiled and looked down, a little bashful. She had a semi-sparkly, blue eye shadow on with mascara that cat-eyed a bit on the sides. She looked deeper at him and then pursed her lips flirtatiously. "You do have amazing eyes. I'd say you're pretty attractive."
"Oh thank you." He hesitated, playing with some of the packaged goods on the rack as he built up the suspense. "I don't think I'm gonna pay for this coffee. Actually, I think you're gonna pay me."
"I am?" she asked with a bemused look.
"No. Actually, instead, I'd like you to take off your panties over your shoes and hand them to me."
Hannah blushed red. She thought about whether to do it, but it didn't take her long to decide she wanted to submit to Nat's desires. She bent down to pull them off and as she bent over, her tits were almost fully exposed. They were wondrous white orbs, so fatty but perfectly centered on her chest as they swung clumsily back and forth, confined within her dress. Nat took a couple sips of his ice coffee as he waited and watched the titty show.
"Here you go, sir."
Nat took them, gave them a quick sniff and then put them to the side. Hannah waited to see what would happen next, her only garment of clothes left, a thin layer of cotton.
At that point, Nat was convinced without a doubt that the entire cafe was somehow under his spell and he could do whatever he wanted. He noticed the male barista standing by the the main coffee machine, watching the scene unfold. He must have been twenty years old.
"What's your name?" Nat asked the kid.
"It's Brad," he said, "What can I do for you?"
"Go over and start groping your coworker, Hannah, and talk sexy to her."
Brad, a little timid, walked over to Hannah's side, put his hand out and started to rub it awkwardly agains Hannah's butt. He started whispering words into her ear, how she "loves being a little slut all day," and how she's "dying for attention and she's dying for cock".
Hannah started responding saying how Brad was right. She
was
sex-craved and she
did
like to tease the guys. Brad started getting more forceful with his groping and he started to move his other hand up to play with her hanging breasts. Nat was getting aroused and decided this was a little too wide an angle for his cinematic taste.
"Both of you come around here to the other side of the counter," Nat said. They immediately stood up and hurried around to the front. He grabbed Hannah's arm and placed it against the counter so that she was hunched over.
"Brad, pull up her little dress so we can see her ass." Brad did as he was told. "Now eat that ass and pussy and make her cum." Nat watched astonishingly as Brad dove in, using a number of tactics with his hand on her clit and then digging his tongue into her butt hole. She started to buck and Nat reached down with his hand to rub her buzz-cut head. He watched as her tits were swinging back and forth under her dress. He pressed a finger into her mouth and she began to suck and fondle it with her tongue. Brad was slobbering all over her nether regions and she started to moan loudly warning that she was about to cum. He kept going, fondling her clit while pushing his thumb into her cunt. Suddenly she climaxed and her whole body started shivering, so much so that she had to crouch down to brace herself.
Brad stood back at attention, waiting for his next command. Nat saw that Brad's pants were tenting out significantly, so he told him take take his dick out. Brad did so and he revealed a very impressive member. It wasn't quite as large as Nat's but it was still a great steed and his shaft and penis head were as hard as possible.
"Hannah, get back in that position you were in. Brad, get your cock nice and wet and then I want you to push it up deep in Hannah's asshole."
Brad was excited and scared.
"Are you ready to have you asshole invaded, Hannah?" said Nat. She looked up into his eyes and nodded obediently. "Look back at your coworkers dick for me," he continued. She turned her head around to stare at Brad's massive cock that he was slathering up and down with the juices from her own pussy. "It's pretty big, huh?" said Nat. She nodded like a child getting taught a lesson. "S'gonna hurt hurt your little butt hole isn't it?" asked Nat.
