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Sweet Cream NSFW (18+)

by Angela Derscha 27 days ago in erotic

Attractive bosses are just the worst, or are they?

Sweet Cream NSFW (18+)
Photo by Kris Atomic on Unsplash

My job, the Grande Latte Cafe, closes every night at 10 PM and reopens every morning at 7 AM, except for Saturday and Sunday, per my manager. Keith says that people must have lives outside of work to socialize, party, or hook up. The idea of a life that doesn’t involve this place is shocking. Long hours, moderate pay, and a demanding jerk like Keith verbally abusing us like a bad ex. I have been working here for six months, give or take, and I hate it. I do, except for one thing. My boss is fucking hot! Supermodel attractive, honey-brown hair kept pulled back in a short ponytail, massive forearms, and a tight, firm ass that it is impossible not to look. The worst part of it all, we close the shop every night. Together. Alone.

Closing time came again. It's Friday at 9:30 PM and the lobby is closed already; I’m just putting the finishing touches on the end-of-shift duties. The windows are clean; the tables are all wiped down, the chairs are all stacked on top. Keith is across from me, breaking down the drawer on the marble countertop. He is diligently straightening out the bills and wrapping the coin while I’m sweeping the floors. The air was quiet and still with tension. Occasionally I will glance out of the corner of my eye at him, his chiseled jaw, soft lips, his ass. It must be illegal to be this infuriating yet sexy on the job.

I sighed heavily.

A loud noise broke the silence. I turn around to find Keith glaring at me, his nostrils flaring and eyes bulging. He is angry, but why? We haven’t said two words to each other in 3 hours, except for “excuse me” a few times. He had picked up the register and slammed it onto the countertop island where we kept the espresso machines.

“Abbigail, is there a problem?” He asked, gritting his teeth furiously at me.

I was breathing out; why is he so mad?

“No sir, “ I said, taken aback by his temper, “I was breathing out. It was a long day. I’m tired. “

I hoped this would satisfy him. I was wrong.

“You interrupted me during the count! I need complete silence to make sure everything is squared away. “ he screamed, coming around the island towards me. “Besides, you shouldn’t be too tired. All you do is make coffee and take orders. I plan the budget, make the menu, and schedule employees, like you, to handle the customers while I run this cafe. I am far more exhausted!”

His face was red, his brown eyes almost black from rage. He does this every day. He screams at us and tosses his power around, treats us all like crap. Screw him. I couldn’t help it, I snapped.

“Keith,” I begin, dropping the broom on the floor, “ I’m sick and tired of you thinking that we don’t do anything. We stand all day handling angry, snooty people all day long. We clean everything top to bottom, we make all the food, do all the dishes and, oh yeah, we make coffee! Do you even know how to use these machines? They are delicate and easily put out the wrong proportions.” I was panting. Every ounce of courage I had was gone confronting this authority demon spawn.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Keith's going to fire me; I know he is. Shit.

He is inches from my face towering over me, about 4 inches and 100 pounds of muscle heavier. His presence terrifies me, driving me crazy with his dominance.

He took a deep breath and then began his reply.

“How dare you!” He grabbed my arm forcefully. “I am your boss, the reason you have a paycheck! If your job is so tiresome, then I suggest you go elsewhere. You’re done here. “ He squeezed my arm with each word.

All I feel is fear and pain. He’s strong, too strong.

I struggled against him. I dug my fingernails into his hand to get free, but it didn't work. He was not going to let me go.

Screw this asshole! I balled my free hand into a tight fist, distributed all of my weight onto my thighs and feet, and swung at him. It collided roughly with the side of his face, making him stagger backward from the impact. It left a red mark on his cheek. He finally let me go, but it only inflamed his anger further. He backed away from me a bit allowing some breathing room.

I was petrified. I was afraid to run but too afraid to stay here, so what did I do? Nothing. We stared at each other for several minutes in stunned silence. I didn’t say anything, and neither did he. Keith finally broke the ice:

“Clean the floors, leave your apron and nametag on the counter, and leave.” He growled at me. But he was strangely composed. He turned away from me and started towards the business office.

Stupidly I replied, “That’s it?” Confused by his statement.

He faced me again. “Yes, that’s it. Now get the fuck out of my sight before I call the cops.”

Not wanting the cops involved in an apparent assault case, I worked faster than I ever did on shift to do what was asked. Roughly 30 minutes later, I took my apron and nametag off, placed them as told, and left with my phone and purse in tow. My stomach was burning with regret over my outburst the entire way home.

The next few days go by in a blur as I wallow in self-pity over losing my job. How could I be so stupid? Keith always acts like this, so why did it bother me so much? Is it because I hoped one day he would rip my clothes off and fuck me across the countertop so hard that I would cry out in ecstasy? Probably. There was no way he wanted me anyways, not with how much of an asshole he was. My thoughts are interrupted by a text message from him.

Payday is tomorrow, so I need you to come and get your paycheck.

I hesitate to reply, but I need my money, so I text back.

What time would you like me there, Keith?

Come during closing time. I need to discuss something with you.

Dammit, why does he have to make a spectacle out of everything? He already fired me, so what’s the point in him talking to me? I don't particularly like getting my check so late at night, but if it means I never have to see that man ever again, I’ll do it.

I text back.

Okay, see you then.

Monday night came by in a flash. I begrudgingly got ready and headed towards my old job, contemplating if I should be talking to a man who caused me so much trouble. He scolded me, underappreciated me and overall treated me like crap. I’m glad I punched him in his stupid, sexy face. I arrive at the cafe and quickly send a text to Keith.

I’m here.

Seconds passed, and then:

The Door is unlocked. Come inside.

Seriously? I think to myself. Just give me my money! I text back:

Why

Immediately he responds:

Because I say so. I’ll be in the lobby.

I sigh but do as he says and enter the cafe. He was sitting at a table alone, still moderately angry but casual about the whole ordeal. I pulled out a chair and sat across from him. Awkward silence ensues until Keith speaks up:

“I want to apologize to you Abbigail, I acted unprofessionally towards you. “ he says, while maintaining eye contact with me to show his sincerity, “ I do hope we can move past this situation. “

Was he serious right now? He has been a nightmare to me for six months and even fired me for defending myself, but yeah, we can move past that. Not. I am visibly angry, shaking, and restless the entire time.

I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.

“Keith,” I began, “You are acting like you accidentally grabbed my ass instead of a loaf of bread or something. No, we can’t move past it. We have to address it and figure out a solution. “

“I know. I let my anger get the best of me, okay? “ he said desperately while running his hands through his hair. “I got very stressed out, and I took it out on you because you happened to annoy me. It has happened a lot lately.”

I replied, “Yeah, it has.” I pondered what he said for a second, “You got stressed, so you blew up at me? Seriously? Smoke some weed, drink a shot, hell, go fuck a girl if you have to! We are adults, and we have to manage our issues! “ I slammed my palm onto the table.

He cleared his throat.

“So is that an offer?” He asked me, very straightforward. He didn’t blink or get uncomfortable; he sat there calmly.

“Excuse me?” I gasped

“You heard me. “ He said, inching his hand to mine. “I know you have been looking at me. I know that you find me “hot” thanks to your coworkers’ gossip. “

I moved my hand away from his. Shit, He heard about that? How am I going to explain my way out of this? Dammit! I think for a minute before responding.

“I said to them that you would be hot if, for once in your life, you weren’t such an overbearing, angry asshole. You have good looks but a terrible personality. But I’m sure some horny girl will jump all over you. “ I slide my chair back. “I’m outta here. Mail my check out. “ I head towards the door.

He calls after me.

“Wait! “ He catches up to me. “I didn’t finish what I had to say. “

I groaned. “What is it? I wanna leave.” I begin tapping my foot on the floor.

He gently placed a hand on my shoulder, slightly gripping me as he did so. He looked deeply into my eyes for a long time, but I wasn’t uncomfortable for some reason. I looked into his and saw a spark of passion in them, piquing my curiosity even more.

“I think you’re hot too. “ Keith whispered to me. “I have been looking at you, as well. He lifted his hand to my cheek and stroked it. Almost like he was touching a baby.

I blanked out for a minute. Did Keith say that I was hot too? Oh my god, it’s just like one of my fantasies! What are the odds that he’s just fucking with me and not serious? I’d say pretty high, but I couldn’t help it. I squealed.

“Really!?” I shrieked enthusiastically.

He chuckled. “Yeah, I do. I let my stress hinder it, though. “ His hand moved to my lips. He touched them gently, sending a jolt to my sensitive areas. "I want you right now.“

I was terrified but aroused. My body heat rises with the realization that I can’t resist him; he’s so forward, willing, and ready. I can’t take it! I wrap my arms around his neck and plant a deep, sensual kiss on his lips. I use my tongue to massage his in a feverish waltz of lust until he pulls away from me.

"Mmm... I'm ready too." He grabbed me by the waist and carried me to the counter island, passionately making out we went. He growled into my ear like a hungry animal, making me quiver.

He propped me up on the cold, hard marble as he moved his muscular torso against my chest, gently teasing my nipples beneath my clothing and bra. He pushed me down into my back and straddled me with his muscular thighs and waist. It was something out of a naughty fantasy! His manhood was rigid with desire, growing larger size with each movement, desperate for my touch.

I gasped in between kisses and moans, “Stop teasing me....” I gently bite his lip. “I want you, now. “ I pull my top and bra over my head in one quick movement, revealing my firm, sexually aroused breasts to Keith.

A smile spread across his face as he licked his lips. I looked like a delicious meal to him, a feast to devour.

“Yes ma’am, your wish is my command. “ He quickly stripped down to his boxers, revealing his erection to me.

He worked fast; fondling my breasts with his hand and teasing my nipples with his teeth whilst rubbing his groin against my womanhood. I moan in between his touching and kissing. He firmly grasped my and panties and pulled them off. Slowly, he spread my legs and gently massaged my lady with his adventurous tongue.

I moaned loudly. "Please... take me now!" I pulled his hair roughly; begging him to satisfy my desires.

Without hesitation, he slipped his fingers inside me and began pumping aggressively.

Keith groaned "You're ready for me, arent you Abby?" He pumped faster.

I scream in ecstasy.

"Yes! Please...stop teasing me." I cried, pulling his hair with my hand.

He removed himself from me; pulling off his boxers quickly. Tenderly he teased the entrance of my sex with the tip of his girth before slipping inside. I gripped him tightly with my lady-he was a big boy after all- and purred into his ear like a content kitten. He was being generous and slow with my body. I wasn’t very experienced with his size, so it was a lot to handle. He moved his hips back and forth in steady motions, increasing in speed each time. Eventually, his movements were aggressive and quick as he bucked against my hips. I was close to climax in minutes, but that wasn’t enough for Keith.

Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. I felt the cool surface on my hot, sweating body. A position I am well aware of; I spread my legs wide and arched my back, my ass up and perky. He mounts me from behind while pushing his manhood deep into my crevices. I moan loudly and erratically as he pounds faster and harder; his hands firmly grasping my hips for better leverage. His breath was warm on back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. My hard nipples were rubbing on the marble with each motion making them sensitive to the touch.

He moaned in unison with me “Oh baby, you’re feel so good...”His chin trailed along my back to my cheeks “Can’t believe I missed out on this for month!”

I tried to respond but I’m breathless from our vigorous fucking. My throat is becoming hoarse, but it’s worth every second. He wraps his palms around my breasts and begins squeezing my nipples roughly while increasing his thrust. Oh God, I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna cum.

I pant faster “I’m gonna cum, Keith!”

He growls into my ear “Actions speak better than words baby. Cum for me.” His thrust deepens and becomes sharp jolting movements as we both spiral into a climax. I cry out in ecstasy as I let it all go and orgasm violently. Seconds later, I feel a warmth coming from inside along with Keith’s animalistic grunts. I’m filled with his sweet, sticky cream. Our bodies go limp from the activity and collapse into each other. After a few minutes we climb down from the countertop.

We dress in silence until I spoke up “Well, that happened.” I chuckled.

“Yeah.” He said, buttoning his shirt. “It did.” He ran his hands through his hair.

“So what’s next?” I reply while fixing my top and bra.

“Well, first off, I’m going to clean up the countertop.” He says, pointing to the love stains we left there. “Then you are going to get your check from the office, go home, and be ready for work tomorrow.”

Wait, I got my job back? Hot damn!

“I got my job back? Geez all I had to do was have sex with you.” I laughed

“You do have your job back, but there’s a condition.” He says cautiously.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You and I have to ‘close’ every night, alone.” He smiles mischievously.

Oh my.

“Okay, I agree.” I reply, relishing in my lustful thoughts. I had no problem repeating our adventure every night.

I licked my lips slowly as I turned away from Keith, remembering his touch. I retrieved my paycheck, gather my things, and head for the exit. I stop and face him once more “I’ll see you, at closing time.” I remind in my most sensual voice. My body was already aching for more, but not now, I have to wait until tomorrow. Good night my lover, I’ll be thinking about you.

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Angela Derscha
Angela Derscha
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Angela Derscha

Twitter @angied7592. Long time lover of literature. Obsessed with adorable animals and coffee I spend my days playing video games with my brother and fiancee. My favorite genres are horror/ psychological thrillers and romance.

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