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I nodded, because I couldn't say anything. I'd never been so horny in my life.
"I'm gonna need to hear some words, real language" she instructed "now, repeat after me: yes, mistress."
"Yes, mistress" I managed to get out.
"Please come behind the counter and stroke me until I cum like the naughty boy that I am."
I was so nervous, but I managed to say it, after only four attempts.
"Oh, your such a good boy" she used a cute sing-song voice for that "I'd be delighted to."
A few minutes later we were at the back of the store, in a small office that the manager used for staff meetings or admin. I stood with my back against the wall, trousers and boxer shorts resting at my ankles. Jessica (I'd finally remembered her name) knelt on a cushion at my feet, her perfectly manicured hand slowly stroking my rock hard member.
"They pay for my photos and then I chat to them, help them get off. They tell me all the naughty things they want to do to me" she looked up seductively "to my mouth, my pussy. Some want to penetrate my untouched bum hole or slide their dirty cock between my breasts. Her, let me give you a better look."
She removed her hand and began sliding the small red straps from her shoulders. Reaching behind her back she started unclasping her bra. I reached down to take it from her and placed it on the nearby couch.
"Such a gentleman" she purred "you've always been sweet with me. I've memorised your shifts, to make sure I always get to see you. You must be getting close, I can feel it coming, or is it cumming? I do enjoy a good play on words. People tell me it's 'cause I'm British. Sometimes their surprised to hear a British accent coming from a black girl like me. Clearly they've never been to London."
She continued stroking for a bit, while I enjoyed the view of her enormous breasts. Curvy, voluptuous and thicc were all words that could describe her body type. Her large nipples were dark and I tentatively reach out to touch one. She moaned slightly to indicate her consent. My thumb started playing with her left nipple, while the rest of that hand cupped one amazing breast.
"Oh, I can feel you getting close. I put a lot of effort into my make up tonight, I'll try to aim you at my breasts, but I'll need your help." I adjusted my hips so that I was aiming as much as I could at the juicy targets. "That's a good boy, I bet you'd like to cum all over these, wouldn't you? Don't wait for my approval, just fuckin' nut you filthy little coffee wench."
That was it, that was all I need. Looking down I could see wave after wave of my warm cum painting her breasts. Ropes of cum dangled from her nipples as she stroked the last of it out. She wiped the remaining cum from her hand onto her chest and looked up at me with those beautiful eyes.
"I'm so proud you" she held up her breasts so that I could see my huge load "now, about that latte?"
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