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Her voice was shrill and way less pleasant than her body. It teared the darkness apart and got to my ears: «Ready or not, I’m coming to get you!»

That was… embarrassing, at least. I went through my feelings about the whole situation again, just to make sure I hadn’t gone completely insane. I was playing hide and seek, completely naked, in the pitch-black darkness of some isolated villa I had never been to beforehand. All because of a Oath I shouldn’t have been responsible for.

«Just hold on, ‘till it’s over» I kept telling myself. But the worse thing of all was that I could feel something. Like a drill of excitement getting across my bare skin and through my backbone. I didn’t want it to end too soon.

I know you wouldn’t believe anything that happened later on, if I didn’t start from the very beginning.

First time I met her, it was a pretty hot morning in May. I was having breakfast in the usual café and I already knew about the Oath: I was aware that my life could possibly change at any moment, but I had decided to blatantly ignore that feeling and keep on going with my normal life as much as I could.

The girl behind the bar was the main reason I’d ever come to that Café, to be honest. The coffee was awful and so were the old attendants, their mean comments and the ***********ion of newspapers.

«How long does it take for a Cappuccino?!» an old disgusting man yelled. I would have punched his face for his rudeness. «These young sluts, nowadays! Would be clueless even when sucking cocks…»

Okay, now he was going to get the punch in the face he deserved. I was turning around to face him, when my arm was gently grabbed from behind. With one hand, she stopped me. With the other, she served the dickhead his shitty Cappuccino.

She went back behind the bar and I turned to her.

«You shouldn’t have stopped me. He deserved a lesson.»

She smiled, like one would smile to the whims of a bratty child: «You’re a hot head! Let them speak. It’s the only thing that’s left them to do.»

There was something calming in her spirit and I calmed down. I looked at her: the natural curves of her body made her barmaid outfit look hotter than intended. She looked back at me, with some shy big eyes framed in a waterfall of curly blonde hair. She was pouring down some milk in a heart shape all over my black coffee and I was almost sure she smirked, while adding: «Furthermore, they’re utterly wrong. I wouldn’t be clueless at all.»

My heartbeat went up again all of a sudden. Was it even possible that she was sexually hinting at me so heavily? And without me even doing anything to provoke her! That was definitely luckier than I would’ve ever thought I’d be. I mean, I’m not ugly. I’ve got that minimum wage of self-confidence that allows me to hit on girls and even be successful sometimes. But I’m not one of those blokes that chicks usually hail in the streets to ask for their numbers. That was all pretty new to me.

I decided to play her game: «Wouldn’t you? You seem proud of that!»

«Who wouldn’t be? You guys have such a silly way to moan when your pleasure is just over the top…» Her voice had become feebler so that I would be the only one hearing that and I had the feeling her eyes were now pointing to the growing bulge I couldn’t hide anymore in my trousers. «Or just over the tip, I should say.»

My face was probably red at this point. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere, but I was pretty sure all the blood was now running to the pelvis area. My dick was getting bigger and starting to push against the hard fabric of my jeans.

«I’m sure… I’m sure you know what you’re talking about…» I was about to spit my coffee, which had become cold in the meantime.

«Don’t you believe what I’m saying? Do you want me to prove it to you?»

If I hadn’t a stroke that moment was because my heart might be able to bear anything, I would say.

She went on: «My workday is almost over. In a couple of minutes, ask me loudly where the toilet is, ignore my instructions and then go straight down the corridor. Open the second door on the left and go in when nobody’s looking. There’s a changing room for the female barmaids only and my colleague won’t be here before midday.»

I did exactly as I was asked to. And ten minutes later I was waiting in a claustrophobic dark room, with a couple of lockers and a mop. It was damn hot inside there and I was sweating as hell. I wondered if it wouldn’t be a good idea to start undressing before she would come. Truth to be spoken: I was the one who didn’t have a clue. I half-unbuttoned my shirt and wiped the shirt off my collarbones. I began unbuttoning my belt and trousers, too.

«You really can’t wait» a feeble whisper caressed my ear from behind while a cold tiny hand helped me unbuttoning the rest of my shirt, lingering on my chest. I could feel the heath of her breath over my neck, her cold hand crossing my stomach. Her lips kissed my earlobe and then her teeth bit it, giving me goosebumps.

I took her other hand in mine and turned to her. She was pale in that faint light, a bit shorter than me but probably a little older. And she was close, closer than I would ever imagined her to be. She took my head in her hands and kissed me, gently. Her blonde hair smelled like vanilla.

«This outfit seems a bit tight.» I told her. I was dying to take those clothes off her, to run my eyes over her pale skin. But I was still worried, afraid that I would do something really stupid and ruin it all. This feeling of uncertainty was the trigger of my excitement. It was all new to me.

She smiled at me. A beautiful innocent, smile given by someone who’s not going to listen to you. She was the one in charge now. She wanted me to know. Slowly, she bent to her knees and she took that pure innocent smile against the bulge showing off my jeans. «Someone should take care of this.»

My jeans were off at my ankles and so were my underpants. She looked at my cock that was about three times larger then when I had set foot into the bar and she seemed pleased. She teased the glans with her fingertip. It was pounding.

I felt the warm touch of her lips quickly embracing my tip. Surrounding it. In a second, half the size of my penis was in her mouth. She got to three quarters and she stopped. Her whole mouth was filled with me, while her cold hands were massaging my balls. She was good at it. Definitely perfect.

A warm smooth and toothless feeling had covered my dickhead and beyond. I grabbed her hair and started moving inside of her. That was by far the best blowjob I had ever been given.

A noise from outside the door took me back to reality. Right now, I was fucking the girl that served my coffee every morning. In the bar where most of my friends and I come to have breakfast before university. They could’ve been there in that exact moment. While my dick was only hidden by the blondie barmaid mouth.

Now I could clearly hear the voice of the people chatting, but I wasn’t scared. I imagined being out there, amongst all the customers. Without anything covering my bare ass; with my pounding and mighty hard-on in the mouth of that little creature. I felt powerful. I grabbed her hair to make her stop sucking and look at my dick for a while. She awed at it, then looked at me.

«It’s not right I’m the only one who’s exposed like this» I told her and grabbed her hair softly to make her stand up. I made her draw closer to me to smell her neck and caress the white lace over the neckline of her black blouse. I unbuttoned it roughly and looked at her aquamarine cute, girlish bra. It was beautiful and still a bit weird over those grown-up shapes. «Let me look at you.» I said, taking it off.

She seemed surprised by my initiative. She was looking at me with giant deer eyes, waiting for a comment maybe. Or for my next move, for instructions. Under my eyes there was a couple of soft, big and round tits. Even paler than his face and shoulders, with some big, fluffy and hard nipples. She was excited, too. Very excited. I wondered how wet she could be.

I pushed her against the wall. My lips were now going across every bit of her skin. My tongue was dwelling around her nipples, while my hands were already under her skirt, rolling it up, grasping her cheeks. I wanted her to feel my bare dick against her panties and, from the look in her eyes, I could say it was working.

«Put it inside me, I beg you.» Her voice was so faint now, against the mumbles and chutters coming from outside the door. I went on and on. I was going crazy probably, but I wanted her to moan aloud. She started to moan eventually. I know she would’ve been ready to anything now.

She took her hands off me and she pulled down her knickers. She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the floor. I had been playing for too long. Now things had to get serious.

I enjoyed the feeling of her slowly putting my dick inside of her. She was warm and tight. She started moving and moaning without caring we were in a public place anymore. While I looked at her pale, round tits bouncing in front of me while my dick was craving more and more of her womb, I realized that anyone could’ve entered the room at any moment. And see that that body was mine. That that perfect girl was moaning for me and giving me pleasure. For a moment, I wished someone could see us.

Then, I heard another noise. But it wasn’t from the outside this time. A feeble, gentle moan. Coming from behind us. I’m not sure how I managed to notice it. My beautiful barmaid was still breathing and moaning loudly. But that sound catched my attention. I turned my head and noticed something in the dark: the glisten of a couple of eyes. And a tiny, lean silhouette. She smiled. She wanted me to know she was here.

I looked back at the girl that was setting fire to my body at the moment. Her breasts, her lustful expression were completely exposed to another person that was masturbating in the room, watching us. Watching my dick being completely sucked by that beautiful half-dressed body. Her legs tightening against my bare ass on the floor.

I grabbed her cheeks and start moving her, harder and harder. I would give our voyeuristic pervert a show she would’ve never forgotten. My barmaid was now desperately trying not to shout but her thighs were now slapping against my body while her clitoris and wombs got so soaked to leak all over my asshole.

«Cum… cum for me…» her moans were now clearly audible in the whole room. She was going to cum at any moment. «Cum with me…» she asked. «I beg you. Cum inside of me.»

I didn’t need to hear it twice. My cock was pounding hard against her womb. Her moaning was the only sound I could’ve heard in the hole universe. I wanted her to feel my hot sperm dripping everywhere inside of her. I want our mysterious watcher to see my white semen leaking out of her pussy. And cumming while wishing to join us. My barmaid moved harder and harder over me. I felt a jolt of electricity everywhere inside my lower body, towards her.

She left out an high-pitched shout and her whole body shivered, while I filled her with my hot semen. I came inside of her with all the strength, the passion, the contemplation that body deserved and in that moment, I was the owner of the world.

She had come too, so she lay down over my body and sighed, exhausted. After a couple of seconds, she lifted her face and looked at me in the eyes with her deer green beautiful eyes: «Thank you. That was…»

But she didn’t complete her sentence. Another voice interrupted her from the dark corner behind us.

«Alright, that’s enough! We’ve had enough fun with you.» Someone snapped their fingers and the barmaid’s expression went completely blank and apathethic. The voice talking was high-pitched and not particularly pleasant. «Now you can go back to your work. You haven’t really finished your turn yet.»

Without saying a word and with that blank expression still on her face, the barmaid got up, took on her bra and the rest of her clothes and went away. The figure that had snapped her fingers set some steps towards me. I couldn’t really see her face in that dark room. But she was a tiny girl, with a pretty tight waist for her large hips. She had long brown wavy hair and the zip of her jeans opened.

She was a fast talker: «Sorry for messing around with you a little bit. I hope you don’t mind… I’m sure you won’t, actually. I guess you might owe me another favour for this. But don’t worry, I won’t make you say a pledge for this. If you want to dress up and follow me outside we can talk business.»

I stayed on the floor, looking at her. Naked and clueless. Why was she talking like she could possibly know me? Why did she say another favour? And, most of all, why was she acting like all that had happened had happened because of her?

She looked at me and smirked: « Oh, that’s right! I’m so clumsy! You can’t go out like this can you? Allow me!»

She kneed over me and she licked my dick clean. I moaned. She smiled at me and walked away. What a weird morning.

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