The Starbucks Barista

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Thanks for the confidence and support Millionman! :fing02: I always appreciate your feedback and suggestions.

At the began of this year I took on a new job and have had some other personal things happening in my life ... so I guess you could say my life has been interfering with my hobby of writing erotic fiction.

Nevertheless, positive support and feedback from members of LPSG will inspiring me to try and get back to some of my stories....

Don't loose faith.

I may be moving gracefully into middle age, but I still love a good hot horny jerk off story as much as the next guy :wank:

I have some holidays coming up soon... maybe I can review some of my old stories and update them... or get inspired to write something new...

Cheers :beerchug2:

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Well, it has been five years since I wrote the last installment of this story... I've been to a lot of Starbucks since then but never found another barista like Juan...

My job has changed again and hopefully this will allow me to get back to writing ...

After five years our narrator should at least have the pleasure of getting his rocks off! Any preferences for how this should happen? Should he simply jerk off watching our sexy couple? Should he be permitted to penetrate the sexy real estate agent? Or maybe Juan would like to do the honours of bringing our narrator to his climax... what is your preference? How should we end this story?
 

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One way;
* The narrator watches the couple have sex.
* Afterwards, Juan reveals he got hung through some magical spell or obscure herbal remedy.
* Juan gifts the narrator with it, the narrator grows a big cock as well.
* Finish off with a big cock MFM.

How about that?
 
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The narrator's size should be due to a special blend of Starbucks brewed by the barista.
 

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JJ, I think the buildup to the orgasm is most important. I don't consider the narrator to be of terrible significance to the story other than to describe what is happening. I think the sexiness of the agent, along with the actions taking place in front of him should cause him to cum without him or anyone else touching him. As always, I look forward to reading what you come up with.
 

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They both continued to put on an amazing show… Quickly removing their clothes right in the middle of the kitchen these two healthy specimens of humanity could have been professional porn stars.

They certainly didn’t seem to mind having a middle age voyeur in the room. In fact I think they enjoyed sharing the experience.

Tamara Jordan, the same woman who was in last week’s paper being praised for her community work and charity fund raising was now totally naked; her tennis whites were crumpled in a ball on the kitchen floor. This is not the picture she has on her real estate billboards!

On her knees in front of the young sexy Starbuck’s barista, the naked hourglass figure and shapely legs of the million dollar real estate agent looked amazing. There was nothing left to the imagination. In fact it was better than my imagination!

Due to her healthy active lifestyle at the tennis courts (and with the help of some plastic surgery) this petite vixen looked almost unreal. Like a miniature Barbie doll with manicured fingers and toes and beautiful auburn red hair she looked so sexy on her knees at eye level with Juan’s huge Latino manhood.

Her butt was firm, her legs shapely, her quaffed hair was shiny and healthy looking… the only flaw I could see was a four inch vertical scar in the middle of her back. It looked like the result of some long forgotten surgery on her spine.

Tamara’s round white breasts were perfect on her tiny frame… she had the best rack in the city no question; milky white tits with a pair of tightly puckered dark brown areolas. Her nipples looked like something from a Japanese anime cartoon… they were the size of pencil erasers and stood out firm and inviting. I wondered if they too were the result of constructive surgery…

I wondered if her cosmetic surgery would be considered a business expense.

Juan’s impressive love muscle was standing at its full height. The circumcised head reached just past his navel. I had never seen anything that big before. Now I understood what Tamara meant in the washroom stall at Starbucks when she said ‘you’re twice as big as my husband’.

Standing naked in the kitchen, his heavy brown balls hung below Tamara’s silicon enhanced breasts while the billiard-ball size head of his penis pushed up through her tits and bumped against her chin.

Slobbering and licking and sucking, Tamara’s tits and Juan’s manhood glistened with a combination of Tamara’s spit and Juan’s pre-cum. They knew I was watching, but seemed totally self-absorbed at the same time. This was intense. It was an amazing performance.

These two were obviously proud of their bodies and liked to perform for an audience. I wished I had brought my iphone or something to record this amazing demonstration of pure lust between two healthy and beautiful looking people.

Looking at Tamara’s scar on her back, my thoughts suddenly turned to her husband, Doctor Jordan the chiropractor. What if he showed up? A young bronze horse hung Starbucks barista having his pendulum balls and towering dick serviced in the kitchen by Mrs. Jordan while a middle age horny neighbor watched.

Tamara’s husband is supposed to be at a convention in Chicago but if he walked in right now… this could be game over for all of us. He would probably shoot all three of us right on the spot. But boy would we die happy.

Continuing to hold my throbbing seven inches in one hand, I took a swig of the single malt scotch. ‘Enjoy the moment’ I thought to myself … ‘it might be your last.’

Juan’s long fingers and strong hands stroked Tamara’s hair. Brushing the long tangle of auburn hair away from her face, he pulled her tighter toward his body. His flat muscular abdomen pressed against Tamara’s face as she continued to work his massive cock.

His pectoral muscles and shoulders were not overly developed, but nicely defined. You could tell he worked out and took care of his young 20 something body. Like a sleek panther, the muscles of his shoulders and torso ripple and move with the rhythm of the sexy kitten on her knees working his manhood.

His smooth light brown skin made for a beautiful contrast against the colour of Mrs. Jordan’s delicate white shoulders thick shiny hair and painted nails.

I noticed Juan’s bare muscular feet were gripping the floor as Tamara’s manicured hands moved from squeezing her tits around his towering bronze penis to pressing against his strong brown thighs for balance and support. Tamara’s dainty white feet curled under her shapely legs as she kneeled in front of this beautiful golden coffee coloured specimen of manhood.

Her athletic tight buttocks swayed and moved up and down on the heels of her beautifully pedicured feet; her painted toes pushed on the tile floor as she rocked back and forth giving her whole body over to the most amazing blow-job I’d ever seen.

Tamara’s head bobbing up and down the shaft of this circumcised Latino.

Like a baseball bat, Juan grabbed his impressive thick hose and playfully slapped Tamara’s face back and forth. The wet flesh of his blood engorged cock made slapping noises as it hit her cheeks.

Tamara seemed to enjoy the playful beating from such a massive hose. The claws of her manicured nails dug into his thigh muscles for support.

With the momentum of the playful back and forth swinging of this dick, a slight ribbon of pre-cum streamed out of the slit at the end of Juan’s hose and tangled in Tamara’s hair.

He was enjoying having this well to do society woman on her knees worshipping his massive cock. And she was obviously enjoying making this young Latino’s manhood horny and hard; engorged to its full impressive size. His balls were big and full too. Tamara was going to milk those big balls with her skillful fingers and tongue. She was going to enjoy the salty taste of his man-milk.

With her lush red painted lips Tamara once again engulfed the slick head of Juan’s dick. Occasionally gagging, this dainty little-miss-goody-two-shoe from the real estate photos and charity event newspaper articles was acting like a woman possessed; determined to get the Latino rocket to launch in her kitchen.

I couldn’t stand it any longer; I once again started beating my meat. I wanted to reach out and touch Tamara but wasn’t sure. Was I only invited to watch? Was I invited to participate? I’ve never been in this situation… I didn’t know if there was a rule book. Do I ask or just jump in?

‘Fuck you’re to analytical … just go for it!’ I thought to myself.

Then suddenly – almost like he read my mind – Juan made eye contact with me… he looked down at my dick which was not much more than half his manhood. He smiled and slightly cocked his head signaling me to approach.
 

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I started writing this story five years ago... but only today did I discover a latino porn star who fits the description of Juan my fictitious character. Apparently his name is "Ace" aka Alex Jones from bilatinmen...

The thread where he is identified is here: http://www.lpsg.com/308324-thick-latino-cock-help-id.html

I wonder if readers could help find a female porn star who closely matches the description of Tamara Jordan the female character in this fictitious story.

I'm working on the next installment and will post soon -- you won't have to wait another five years ...
 

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Next installment:

I stepped into Tamara’s line of sight.

Without taking her mouth off of Juan’s cock she grabbed me by my wrist and pulled my hand toward Juan’s throbbing manhood.

She was inviting me to join in.

Without uttering a word she was pulling me toward the biggest dick I had ever seen. She wanted me to play with Juan’s erect pulsing fuck post while she continued to lick his balls.

This is not what I had expected. I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t expect this. A beautiful woman on the floor -- inches from my throbbing dick and my first contact would be with another man’s erection... that isn’t how this was supposed to happen.

‘Oh fuck. What the hell. Let’s role with it.’ I thought to myself.

I looked at Juan as Tamara pulled me closer. My hand was about to make contact with his thick pulsing shaft.

He looked directly at me. His deep brown eyes looked right into my soul.

With a gentle wry smile and a slight nod of his young smooth face he gave permission to continue. His hips thrust forward just slightly. No words were exchanged but the body language – the non-verbal cues – from both Tamara and Juan were inviting me to help worship this great specimen. Help pleasure the young hung Latino. I was about to engage in my first three-way.

I felt an adrenaline rush in the pit of my stomach. I had never touched another man this way. But like a magnet, I was being drawn in. I wanted to feel his hot manhood.

The moment was like a time warp… it was moving in slow motion but, at the same time, it happened quickly.

Tamara flipped her red hair back off her face and smiled at me as she placed my hand on the pulsing shaft. She helped me grab the base of Juan’s beautiful thick cock. There was enough room above my hand for at least another full hand-width on the shaft. The bulbous head was big as a plum. It was shiny and dark.

I felt the warm moist flesh of his dick. Tamara’s fingers and mine wove together; we wrapped our two hands around the base of the thick hose. I felt like a little child being guided by a gentle mother at a petting zoo – tentatively reaching over the wire fence to touch the animals.

Tamara was experienced; she was in control. She helped me create a smooth rocking motion of our hands; up and down, up and down, gently coaxing the dark penis to its full glorious size.

The slippery mixture of saliva and pre-cum, the gentle thrusting of Juan’s torso, the smell of scotch and deodorant all mixing together to create an intoxicating feeling. All my senses were on high alert. I was experiencing a thrill like I’d never experienced. My heart was pounding.

The heat from Juan’s dick felt good. I could feel the pulsing of the blood in his thick shaft.

Tamara sat up on her haunches and swaying slightly as she pulled her breasts toward my hand and Juan’s cock. Her nipples brushed back and forth across my knuckles on the shaft and up the inner side of my forearm. She pulled her hand away from mine so she could guide her beautiful tits and press them against Juan’s manhood.

Juan’s was leaning back on the counter. His muscular young arms and shoulders flexing as he gently thrust himself forward and back.

This went on for less than a minute – but it felt like an eternity.

Then it happened.

Tamara Jordan, the beautiful barbie-doll pixie with the huge silicon tits turned her pretty face toward my dick. Slightly more than half the size of the huge poll between Juan’s legs, I felt inadequate but grateful for the attention.

Tamara ran her tongue around the foreskin of my throbbing uncircumcised dick. And then, like bobbing for apples she quickly engulfed my cock with her hot mouth.

I let out a moan. Tamara’s hands started playing with my balls and inner thighs. She was good.

That shift of attention from Juan’s massive dick to my more modest manhood by Tamara seemed to trigger something in Juan. He came out of the trance like state he was in. His shoulders flexed and he heaved off the counter.

He turned toward me and without missing a beat; he leaned into my chest and started licking my nipples. It was my turn to use my arms to steady myself against the kitchen counter.

I was now being serviced by both Tamara who was beating my dick with her fist as her tongue rolled around on the sensitive purple head of my dick.

I thought of Juan in his green Starbuck’s apron. I thought of Tamara on the real estate billboard ads around town. I thought about all the fantasies I dreamed of involving these two very well endowed sexy people. This was no fantasy; I was being sucks and worshiped by two very real and very hot individuals.

I felt Tamara's fingered on my balls. I felt Juan's tongue on my nipples and kissing my chest. I felt Tamara's hair on my thighs. I felt the warmth from Juan's young bronze body.

this was getting intense. I reached down and felt Tamara's nipples and silicon breasts. I couldn't take it much longer.

My balls were aching to blow. I watched Tamara's white ass as she moved back and forth on her haunches on the tiled kitchen floor.

Tamara rose up from her knees. She nizzled into Juan and as quickly as they started playing with my body the stopped and turned their attention back to one another.

"Let's go into the bedroom" Tamara said to both of us.
 

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I posted this lastest installment late last night. I obviously was too tired to do a thorough proof-read. upon re-reading it now I see lots of typos and small grammar mistakes... I need a good editor!

The next installment is almost finished. I should be able to post something tonight.

Hope you are enjoying.

As always, any special requests or suggested stylistic improvements or plot suggestions are always welcome either by a post on this thread or through a private message.

Cheers
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Tamara’s bedroom was huge. The walk from the bedroom door to the king size bed was at least twenty feet.

The bed was up on what looked like a platform at the far end of the room. The thick white carpet which covered the raised area of the bedroom created a look and feel of the bed being on a stage. But the rich thick white wool carpet was like a fluffy cloud. It was like the bed was floating on a cloud.

The rest of the room was decorated in white and pale green with gold accents. Like Tamara’s public persona, the room was elegant and classy and expensive. But the raised platform gave a hint of the sexual importance she placed on this particular piece of furniture – The bed was the focal point of the room.

Juan had obviously been in this room before. He had performed on Tamara's stage so to speak.

The young athletic Latino lifted Tamara and carried her across the white carpet to the raised area on the other side of the room and playfully tossed her on the huge bed.

I noticed his dick had softened. Still, larger soft than I am hard, Juan’s manhood swung between his thighs as he walked around the other side of the bed.

“Common up here” Tamara said looking back across the huge room at me standing in the doorway. She patted the satin cover of the bed-spread and gave me a big smile.

Sitting on the bed, with her shapely legs tucked under her round firm buttocks, her face reminded me of the picture on her real estate signs – a big toothy real estate salesperson smile – except her beautiful round tits were totally exposed and her auburn hair was a bit more disheveled than in the real estate photograph.

Like a model on some elegant photo shoot she leaned on her arm and thrust her shoulder forward allowing the firm silicon tits to gently sway. She pursed her red lips and ran the painted fingernails of her left hand up and down her right arm and across her round breasts.

God she was beautiful. I wanted to jump right into bed with her.

As I started the walk across the bedroom Tamara looked over to the other side of the bed; Juan was tossing the throw pillows on the floor and pulling back the bedspread. His swarthy smooth brown skin looked even darker in contrast to the white décor of the room.

Tamara lay back on the bed and she beckoned me to climb on top.

I couldn’t believe it. I was about to climb into bed with Tamara Jordan. I had been in the house for almost an hour. After a couple of drinks we were fully naked and in her bedroom... somehow this seemed to be happening too quickly. This was too easy.

I didn’t know how long Juan and Tamara had been drinking before I arrived, but Tamara seemed a little tipsy lying with her hair spread across the pillow and her legs slightly open. She seemed to be having some difficulty focus her eyes. She squinted at me as I got closer. She smiled that broad real estate grin again.

‘Eat my pussy’ she said with a pout. I thought I detected a slur in her voice. The scotch was having an effect.

She continued to smile and looked into my eyes as I climbed up between her knees.

Tamara smelled good. A clean fruity smell. It wasn't a perfume, think it was her shampoo.

I gently ran my fingers up and down her thighs. While she was a petite framed woman, her tennis arms and legs were strong and athletic. The muscles of her legs and buttocks were firm but the skin was soft and smooth to the touch.

Juan came closer; his prodigious manhood began to grow again. It stood almost straight out from his flat muscular torso.

I became conscious of my slight middle age paunch as I reached down to stroke my own dick before I went down on her trimmed neat bush.

I put my fingers on her pussy lips. She was already very wet…

“Ohhh” she said. “Ohhh that’s good.” She raised her hips to meet my fingers.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I went down on this beautiful welcoming pussy.

She let out a little sound; something between a sigh and a moan as I slid my tongue up and down her velvet tunnel.

I couldn’t find the clit… her pussy lips were thick and a fold of skin protected the most sensitive parts. Applying gentle pressure I continued to tongue her mound as my fingers worked in between the wet folds. She raised her body from the bed increasing the pressure. She rotated her hips and my chin ground into her soft wetness.

Ohhh… yessssss. Yessss right there….. ohhhh.

I continued to lick and press and probe. We both adjusted to get comfortable. Juan, who had been patiently watching up to this point raised up on his knees beside us. He held his massive dick in his right hand and reached with his left hand for Tamara’s arm and guided her manicured fingers toward his pulsing rising cock.

Tamara's fingers couldn't completely encircled Juan's thick member. She grabbed the dark shaft of Juan’s penis that protruded from his right fist. She held his dick and continued to moan as my fingers and tongue explored the creases and crevices of her beautiful flower.

I continued to eat her. My face between her silky thighs, my fingers of one hand exploring the folds and looking for the G spot while my other hand flicked the hard nipples of her sexy breasts.

Tamara continued to hold Juan’s massive dick. She licked the large head but found it difficult to focus on my cunnilingus and service Juan's throbbing manhood at the same time.

After another minute or two she released her grip on his schlong. She laid back and closed her eyes. She put both hands on my head and tightened her thighs around my ears.

Ohhh, I’m cumming… I’m… I’m … I’m cumming. Yes.

Tamara’s pussy muscles began to contract. I could feel the waves of cum… the muscles of her pussy pulsed and tightened around my fingers. God she went on and on and on… A huge deep pussy cum.

Then she went limp.

After a minute I heard her soft voice. “I need you inside me”.

I looked at Juan. Was she referring to me or to the huge unreal fuck post she was holding in her tiny hands just moments before?

Looking back at me with my face dripping with pussy juice Juan said in a soft voice, “You’d better go first. I’ll stretch her too much for you.”

He wasn’t bragging he was being practical. His cock was almost twice as thick and twice as long as mine. I would definitely be sloppy seconds after Juan finished ravaging this kitten with his huge love muscle.
 

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I climbed up on my knees and moved up the bed between Tamara’s open legs. I grabbed my seven inches and started guiding it into her. I slipped into Tamara’s wet pussy with ease. I was on top missionary style; my hairy chest pressed down on her beautiful round breasts.

I was in. It was warm and wet and glorious. I was fucking the sexy, stuck-up, little-miss-goody-two-shoes, president of the tennis club, Tamara Morgan.

I began with a gentle rocking motion. She was holding me tight… she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and squeezed me; pulling me tight against her tiny athletic frame.

We created a good rhythm and started to move together. We picked up the pace. Faster. Faster.

My nuts were getting tight… I could feel the cum building as I thrust harder and harder.

Tamara dug her fingers into my back. She wrapped her strong legs around my buttocks. Her calf muscles bounced on my ass as I thrust in and out.

We were going at it good. She continued to pant and pound her heals on the back of my thighs. With every thrust she was pulling me tight into her little pussy.

“You like that Tar?” asked Juan as he watched us and continued to stroke his massive cock.

I didn’t realize he had a nick-name for her. I wondered how long they had been lovers. They seemed very comfortable with each other in this bedroom; in this situation.

Juan was in his mid twenties and Tamara must be in her late 30's. She is getting close to her sexual peak and he is probably at or just past his... a good match actually.

They were both beautiful specimens; horny healthy athletic lovers.

I wondered how many other men had been in this room with these two beautiful human specimens… these two sex fiends. Was I the first?


I wondered if Tamara’s husband knew about Juan. Had he ever had a threeway with his wife? If It was my wife I certainly wouldn't share.

I thought about all the women (and men) who watched Juan at the Starbucks. I realized that I was enjoying something most men and women in town would only fantasize about ... being in bed with two amazingly sexy well endowed individuals.


I thought about the young blond girl at the Starbucks on the weekend. She was sexy -- Juan was chatting her up and gave her his phone number. Would she be one of the conquests of these two? Would she be in this room on this big bed some day? Would Juan be pounding her with his huge manhood as Tamara watched and encouraged from the sidelines?

Tamara started to pant… “Faster!” she demanded. “Give it to me… Don't slow down... Don’t stop.”

Tamara's insistent voice pulled me back to reality.

‘Yes!’ I replied… 'Yes!'

I had to concentrate. she was a demanding lover... I had to keep the rhythm… I continued to thrust back and forth, back and forth.

I felt her tits pressing into my chest… the smell of fruity shampoo in her thick hair; her fingers and palms of her hands rubbing up and down my back. We continued to thrust. I was getting close.

Tamara brought her elbows up to her sides and squeezed her tits together. I could feel the pressure of the beautiful round silicon tits pushing against my chest.

I rocked faster and faster.

She put her arms on my shoulders and encouraged my rocking motion. On top of her petite frame… I continued to thrust… forward and back, forward and back.

My balls were about to explode. She could sense the tensing of my body.

‘Give it to me.’ She commanded.

With that I exploded.

I came and came... one of the longest most intense cums I'd had in years. I felt like I was in my 20's again!

I shot my load inside the foxy, sexy, Tamara Morgan while Juan the Starbucks barista used both his hands to jerk his thick Latino hose.
 

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more typos... sorry I shouldn't post so quickly I should let it sit overnight and edit in the morning...

Okay, that's enough for tonight.

Remember, feedback is welcome...
 

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A bit more to tantalize...

I was spent but happy.

It wasn’t incredible gymnastics, just good old fashioned missionary style sex. But, for a middle aged guy like me, giving the 30 something athletic president of the tennis club a good shagging missionary style was a pretty good cardio workout!

As I lay on my back beside Tamara on the bed, I looked across to see Juan with his coffee coloured dick in his hand.

Breathing softly, Tamara’s milky white breasts gently rose and fell on her petite frame as she lay on her back beside me. The firm unnatural silicone globes sat on top of her tiny rib cage. Like the framing of a promotional photo shoot for a porn movie, from my angle I could see both her beautiful breasts and his dark beast.

Tightening his fist around his big dick to engorge it with his hot Latin blood, the head of Juan’s penis looked like a shiny plum on the end of his thick manhood. From where I was lying he looked huge hovering over tiny Tamara.

Kneeling on the bed beside Tamara, Juan leaned forward and continued to stroke his Latino python; he moved in closer pressing the dark purple head against Tarmara’s smooth white skin. She was in a dreamy state and lay back allowing him to gently stroke her breasts with his heavy dick.

I watched as the dark muscular panther from Starbucks explored the naked real estate agent’s milky white breasts with his massive cock. His penis was so big he could wrap his fist around the base and still have four or five inches to gently brush Tamara’s big tits.

On his knees beside these perfect mammaries, Juan’s dick was at a right angle to Tamara’s body. He swayed his lithe muscular body gently from side to side and stroked his manhood back and forth across the puckered nipples of Tamara’s unnatural breasts.

With her eyes closed, Tamara slightly arched her back and thrust her breasts out to meet the warm strokes from Juan’s velvet pipe.

I watched the muscles of Juan’s flat abdomen flex as he continued to move… he was like an exotic dancer; gyrating his hips and flexing his pectorals as he continued to massage her tits. He was putting on a masterful performance.

God I wish I had a camera; this was an incredible show! They were totally oblivious to me lying right beside them as this erotic game continued. Her beautiful tits and his monster dick – I couldn’t imagine anything more erotic.

Juan switched to his left hand on the base of his imposing shaft; he reached down with his right hand to slide his fingers into her wet trimmed pussy. I could hear the sloppy wet sound of her pussy lips as his expert fingers worked the area where my dick had just spent an incredible load.

Almost twice as long and definitely twice as thick as my average cock, Juan was getting her ready to take his impressive manhood.

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