Used by the Barista Free Use and Edging Erotica #2
She scrambled to the edge of the mattress, dropping onto her knees on the floorboards, her bare tits brushing against the sheets as she looked up at her master.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her mouth parting naturally.
Joshua didn't hesitate. He grabbed her by the back of her head, his thick fingers digging deep into her hair with an iron grip, and shoved his hard, thick cock straight down her throat.
Amanda gasped, a muffled choke catching in her chest as his monstrous girth completely filled her mouth, stretching her lips to their absolute limit.
Joshua didn't wait for her to get comfortable.
He anchored his hips and began a brutal, athletic rhythm, aggressively fucking her face with deep, unyielding plunges that bottomed out against the back of her throat.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"You're just a useful little mouth now, Amanda," Joshua growled from above, watching his dark skin slide past her wet, glistening lips. "A toy for my cock whenever I want a release."
Amanda couldn't speak, her throat completely closed around his shaft, but her eyes were wide, shining with absolute adoration and submission.
Strings of thick, clear spit began to overflow from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and coating her flushed cheeks in a messy, glistening glaze.
The raw, dismissive nature of the face fucking sent a scorching wave of heat straight back down to her aching clit.
She loved the total degradation of it; she was no longer a stressed senior studying for finals, she was just an object at her barista's mercy.
Joshua picked up the pace, his pelvis slamming hard against her nose and chin with every powerful stroke. He forced her to take every single inch of his girth, ignoring her frantic, muffled whimperings as her spit coated his pubic hair.
With a final, violent plunge, Joshua let out a low, guttural roar, his body locking up as he shot a fresh, heavy load of hot cum straight down her throat.
Amanda swallowed hard, gulping down his thick seed with an eager, compliant smile as he finally pulled his wet cock free from her mouth with a heavy pop.
She collapsed against the mattress, her face completely covered in her own spit and the sticky trails of his cum, her chest heaving as she grinned up at him in absolute triumph.
Joshua didn't offer her a towel. He simply pulled his jeans back on, zipped his fly, and slung his backpack over his shoulder, transforming instantly back into the detached, commanding dominant.
"My shift starts at eight tomorrow," Joshua said coldly, checking his watch as he walked toward the door. "Make sure you grab your matcha. And remember the rules: you stay ready. I might decide to use that pussy right in the middle of the cafe."
He stepped out and locked the door behind him, leaving Amanda trembling on the floorboards, her pussy fiercely sore and throbbing, her mind completely consumed by the terrifying, exquisite reality of the free use lifestyle.
By 8:15 AM the next morning, the campus cafe was absolutely packed with anxious students fueling up for their morning exams.
Amanda stood in the back of the long line, her heart hammering against her ribs as she clutched her statistics textbook to her chest.
She had followed Joshua’s instructions to the letter.
Under her short, pleated tennis skirt, she was completely bare.
Her pussy was fiercely swollen and tender from the intense bedroom and face fucking sessions from the night before, and the cool morning air circulating under her skirt made her nipples harden instantly beneath her sweater.
Every slow step she took forward in line caused her thighs to rub together, smearing her natural, juices all over her sensitive clit.
She looked toward the counter. Joshua was in the zone, his broad shoulders moving efficiently under his green barista apron as he pulled espresso shots and steamed milk.
He looked entirely like the innocent, polite campus worker she had known for months.
But Amanda knew the truth. She knew about the signed Free Use Agreement sitting in her dorm, and the sheer power of their hidden secret had her entire body trembling with a reckless wave of horny energy.
When Amanda finally stepped up to the register, Joshua looked down at her. His dark eyes scanned her flushed face, noting the desperate, pupils dilated look in her eyes.
"Good morning, Amanda," he said, his voice perfectly professional and polite for the ears of the students around them. "The usual iced matcha?"
"Yes," she whispered under her breath, her voice dripping with pure, unadulterated submission.
Joshua’s jaw clenched slightly, his dark eyes darkening with an instant wave of masculine authority. He didn't say another word. He punched in the order, took her student card, and nodded toward the pick up counter. "Wait for your drink near the end of the bar, Amanda. It’ll be just a minute."
Amanda walked to the secluded end of the high wooden counter, which was partially shielded from the main lobby by a large espresso machine and a stack of syrup bottles. She stood there, her knees shaking, her bare pussy practically weeping a thick trail of slick juices down her inner thigh.
Joshua stepped up to the matcha station right in front of her.
Instead of making the drink, he reached across the wooden counter, his massive, calloused hand firmly gripping her waist and pulling her flush against the wood.
Because of the height of the counter, her bare hips were pressed right against his apron.
"You didn't wear any panties, did you?" Joshua murmured in a low, clinical whisper that was entirely masked by the loud roar of the milk steamer beside him.
"No, sir," Amanda gasped, a permanent, ecstatic smile breaking across her face as she looked into his commanding eyes. "I'm completely bare for you. I'm so horny, please use me."
Joshua didn't hesitate. He reached down under her pleated skirt, his long, thick fingers immediately finding her soaking wet pussy lips.
He roughly parted her pussy lips, diving two fingers straight inside her dripping slit with a wet, heavy click.
Amanda let out a soft, muffled whimper, her fingers clawing at the edge of the counter to stay upright as he began to pump his fingers inside her tight walls right there in the middle of the crowded cafe.
"Look at how much of a dirty little whore you are, Amanda," Joshua hissed, his face just inches from hers as he kept his arm hidden beneath the counter line. "Pussy overflowing while twenty people are standing right behind you."
He reached around with his thumb, finding her engorged, pulsing clit.
He began to grind his thumb against the sensitive bud with a harsh, relentless friction, matching the rapid pace of his fingers inside her.
The dual stimulation was overwhelming. The intense friction combined with the massive risk of being caught by her classmates sent a scorching, violent wave of heat straight to Amanda’s core.
She felt the orgasm building like a freight train, her internal muscles clamping down on his fingers in desperate, involuntary spasms. Her breath hitched, her head tilting back as she prepared to shatter.
"Daddy, I'm going to cum! Please let me cum!" she begged in a frantic, trembling whisper, tears of pure, desperate pleasure pricking at her eyes.
Suddenly, Joshua pulled his fingers completely out of her wet pussy.
He stopped grinding her clit, leaving her hung up on the absolute precipice of a screaming orgasm.
Amanda let out a choked, desperate cry, her body bucking slightly against the counter as the sudden denial hit her system like a physical blow.
She was completely stranded on the edge, her clit throbbing in absolute agony, her pussy dripping thick fluids onto her thighs.
"You don't cum until I tell you to," Joshua commanded coldly, his voice entirely detached as he wiped his wet fingers on a clean white rag.
"The contract says I control this body. You’re going to stay right on the edge all day. Go to your classes, take your exams, and think about my cock while you drip through your clothes."
"Please, Daddy..." Amanda whimpered, her face twisted in a mask of beautiful, tearful frustration, though her worshipful smile never completely faded. She loved the ruthless dominance of it.
"Step back, Amanda. Your drink is ready," Joshua said aloud in his polite barista voice, setting the plastic cup on the counter with a firm click.
Amanda took a ragged breath, her legs shaking violently as she forced herself to back away from the counter.
She grabbed her matcha latte and staggered out of the cafe into the bright campus air.
Every single step she took toward the examination hall was pure torture.
Her clit was so engorged and sensitive that the mere friction of her skirt swinging against her thighs made her gasp out loud.
She spent the next four hours sitting in a lecture hall, completely unable to focus on her statistics test, her bare pussy soaking the hard plastic chair as she remained painfully, brutally edged by her master.
By 3:00 PM, she was back in her dorm room, lying on the floorboards with her skirt pushed up, staring at the ceiling in total, agonizing frustration.
She wanted to touch herself so badly her hands were shaking, but the strict rules of the agreement forbade her from self release.
She had to stay bare, she had to stay ready, and she had to wait for him to enforce the next claim.
The late afternoon sun dipped behind the campus dorms, casting long, stark shadows across Amanda’s small bedroom.
She was still lying flat on her back on the hardwood floor, her pleated tennis skirt pushed all the way up to her waist, completely exposing her bare, pale thighs and her heavily engorged, glistening pink pussy.
She hadn't touched herself once. The fear and worshipful respect she had for Joshua’s authority kept her hands firmly pinned to her sides, even though her clit was so swollen it felt like a hot, throbbing coal between her legs.
Every breath she took made her stomach quiver with a desperate, unfulfilled ache.
Suddenly, the heavy electronic lock on her dorm door beeped.