“This is it,” Ray thought, admiring rich brown coffee dripping majestically into the pot. The coffee was beautiful, single origin of course, and smelt almost floral and fruity. Just perfect. Ray smiled and twirled his ironic mustache which according to his friends from Warsaw made him look like Polish nobility. Today was indeed the day. Alex, the only other person who was supposed to be at work in the morning, had just called in sick. Ray had the entire place to himself. He slowly began to unzip his trousers and took one last look at his Super Mario boxers. This was his only chance. “Fuck, do I really want to do this?” he muttered to himself but the answer was obvious. Of course he did. Hasn’t he been waiting for this opportunity for years? Didn’t he go to a barista school to fulfill this little kumköy escort bayan fantasy? Didn’t he spend countless nights with his cock in his hand and this exact scenario in his head? Yes. Yes, he did. Ray slid his boxers off and grabbed the coffee pot. It was full of heavenly liquid, smelling so sweet and forming beautiful, candy floss-like steam. Ray fought an urge to pinch himself. Is he dreaming or is this really happening? He held his hardening cock and dipped in in the coffee pot, moaning quietly. After a second of euphoria, pain reached him with the strength of a million exploding suns. Sweet, sweet pain elevated his cock and made him come almost instantly. Pulling his cock away from the coffee, he managed to spill most of his cum onto the floor, kumköy escort only a few drops ending up in coffee. “Gods, this is beautiful,” he thought, wiping his penis with a napkin and hissing quietly with pain. He then proceeded to bring the coffee to a lady sitting in the corner, as if nothing had happened. She was perfect, just like the coffee he brought to her: small, dark and smelled wonderful. He inhaled the scent of her perfume and put the pot on her table. “A cookie for you,” Ray winked at her as she gave him a puzzled look. “On the house.” Of course he didn’t feel guilty. He just wanted to do something nice for the lady, for all the nice experience he had with her coffee. The customer bit into her cookie and Ray went back into the kitchen, grinning Escort kumköy like a maniac. *** The day went by quickly. Ray did his chores automatically, fantasising about the hot coffee on his cock and the lady who later drank that coffee. Before he knew it, the day had come to an end and it was closing time. The last customer had just left and Ray was alone with all the machinery, cleaning sponges and detergent. He sniffed his thrifted cat hoodie; it smelled like coffee. When he goes back home, he will be able to breathe in this marvellous scent and immediately think of what happened earlier. Ray immediately felt his cock harden at the mere thought. He will have some more fun with it later tonight, no doubt about that. His fantasies were interrupted by an unknown force twisting his arms behind his back. Before he realised what was going on, he was belly-down on the dusty floor, his black, thick-rimmed glasses lying down in a coffee puddle that he had been intending to wipe off all day. Well, so much for cleaning. “What the fuck?” he muttered, instinctively wondering what to do.