Expiration Date
by Pan
It wasn't until she'd used it a few times that Stella found the expiration date.
Stella had never even heard of a dildo 'expiring' before. Presumably, every product had a date when it would stop working—the heat death of the universe at the very latest. But expiration dates were something she was accustomed to finding on food, medication, or any other item that needed to be regularly replaced or replenished.
On a sex toy? That was odd—especially because it was less than a week after she bought it.
The fact that she'd even been looking at the packaging at all was strange. She'd had to find it in the trash—not even the trash inside her house; she'd had to go outside and sort through the recycling to find the box that the dildo had come in. It was a ‘Mega-Lover 556’— a corny name, but the girl at the store had given it a glowing review, and…
Well, ever since she'd broken up with Andrew, Stella had been in the need for a dildo.
And boy, had it delivered. It was an unassuming, slim purple toy, not cartoonishly long or large. A little girthy, just the way Stella liked it, and it had a pleasant weight to it.
But then she'd used it.
She'd used it, and she'd used it again that night, and she'd used it the next morning as well. And each of the three times she used it, the toy brought her to a howling orgasm (literally! She'd always been loud in bed, even alone). After the third time, Stella had been compelled to go and find the box— she'd forgotten the name and brand as soon as she'd brought it home, and she needed to know more about this toy that had brought her such pleasure.
There was no website, no contact details on the box—just a brief description of ‘the indescribable pleasures this toy will bring you’ (the standard copy she assumed all sex toys used had; shockingly accurate in this case), and then… sure enough, an expiration date—the eighteenth of the month.
An expiration date on a dildo.
After checking that there were no other clues as to why this dildo felt so much damn better than any other toy she'd ever owned, Stella went back inside to get herself off once more before work.
She enjoyed her job as a barista at a local coffee shop. She met a constant stream of new people, became friends with her co-workers, and had about as much fun as you could reasonably expect to have at work—in a coffee shop.
Andrew had been a regular customer; she'd hoped that he would have had the diplomatic sense to find a new coffee shop after their breakup. He hadn't… but, in fairness, this one was a mere two blocks from his house. It was large enough that she could just let one of her co-workers serve him and avoid the awkward conversation.
But just seeing him in the first place was awkward enough.
Stella was itching by the time her shift ended. She couldn't wait to get home and, well, fuck herself with her toy once more. Her ass twitched as she closed her register, remembering the feeling of it pushing into her. Her nipples hardened, poking out against her top at the thought of how good she'd felt throbbing around it. She bit her lip as she locked up, imagining how much fun she was going to have tonight.
Just her and the new toy.
Stella lay on her bed, a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. Her thighs were trembling, and her fingers were slick as she gripped the bed frame. She could still feel the aftershocks from the orgasm she'd just had pulsing through her body. The toy had been buried in her pussy, and it had made her scream loudly enough to rattle the windows. And now she lay there, spent, her body twitching with pleasure.
It wasn't until she rolled over to look at her phone that she realized what she'd done.
She hadn't just spent the night fucking herself with her new toy. She'd gone to sleep after two, three— had it even been four?— of the strongest orgasms she'd ever had… but the next day had been a day off, and with the toy just sitting there, looking at her…
Well, who could blame her for treating herself with another mind-blowing cum, first thing in the morning?
Except she hadn’t stopped at one. She'd spent the day in bed, getting herself off over and over. She'd lost track of how many orgasms she'd had; all she knew was that she'd started to feel like a toy herself, her body pushing itself to its limits, unable to stop, unable to stop using the toy on herself.
And she didn't even care. Her brain felt empty. All she wanted was to be filled up again and again until she felt like she couldn't breathe from the pleasure.
Only now that she'd finally decided to take a break had Stella noticed that it was late. Not even late afternoon. It was night.
She'd spent her entire day off in bed, playing with herself until her mind was blank, her body weak.
Her toy was still sitting there on the bedside table. She felt compelled to use it again, even now.
Stella had planned to do laundry, some cleaning, something on her day off. But instead, she'd just cum so hard and so often that she'd literally lost track of the time.
She hadn't even eaten!
Her body was trembling. Her skin was sticky with sweat. She felt as though her very core was burning with the need for more pleasure, more orgasms. And she somehow knew that as long as she had the toy, she would get them.
So Stella went into the kitchen, wolfed down some food… and then returned to bed. She returned to the pleasure that the toy brought her, to the state of bliss that she experienced each and every time she moved that small, perfect toy inside her.
She didn't want to wake up the next day. Her body felt exhausted, her mind sluggish. She needed to sleep. She needed to get her energy back.
But Stella had work, so she forced herself up to get dressed and ready for the day.
One perk (if you’ll pardon the pun) of working at a coffee shop is the unlimited supply of free coffee, and Stella needed it to get through the day. It was like she had a sex hangover; all the pleasure she'd been having for the last few days had left her body feeling empty and exhausted, and she needed caffeine and sugar to get through her shift.
But when she returned, she'd have some 'hair of the dog,’ as it were. When she got back home, she knew that the dildo would make her feel better. She knew it would.
What she hadn't noticed, leaving for work that day, was that it was the eighteenth. The day her dildo expired.
Had anyone been watching, they would've seen Stella’s huge grin as she moved the toy between her legs. They would've seen her close her eyes and open her mouth, ready for the extreme pleasure that Stella knew the toy would provide.
And then they would've seen the look of horror as it didn't.
She kept on trying. For over an hour, she tried to play with herself with the toy. She did everything she'd ever done with it: she tried every angle and every position, moved the toy inside herself slowly and then quickly, and did it over and over. But no matter what she did, nothing happened.
The pleasure never came.
Stella was in a daze. Her mind was clouded, and it was difficult to think straight. She grabbed her phone and tried to search the internet for help, but she couldn't find any information. It was like Mega-Lover 556 didn't exist online. It was like it had been created for her, personally, and no one else had ever seen it.
She wanted to get off. She needed to get off. She'd never had any kind of addiction, but she suddenly knew what withdrawal felt like.
At that moment, Stella would have sold her soul for another orgasm. Her body felt like it was on fire; every cell was craving the same pleasure she'd experienced so many times before.
But she was unable to find that release.
The toy had expired.
"I want another Mega-Lover," she panted as she approached the counter, but it was a different salesperson this time. A man, tall and thin, with curly red hair. She’d thrown on clothes and driven straight to the sex store as soon as she’d had the idea.
"A what?" he asked.
"A Mega-Lover 556! I need another one!" she insisted.
The guy stared at her blankly, and Stella's feeling of panic increased.
"What's that?" he finally asked, and it was all the young woman could do not to scream.
"The toy I bought! I need another one! It's the eighteenth, the date on the box… you need to give me another one!"
"You buy it from here?" he asked laconically. Stella really didn't feel like he was appreciating the weight of the situation.
"Yes, I bought it from here!" she snapped. "From the woman with the… with the…"
Stella trailed off, trying to remember a single distinguishing feature about the woman at the register the last time she was here. She couldn’t. The only thing she could remember was that she’d been attractive, that she'd recommended the toy, and that the toy had been incredible.
God, the toy had been incredible.
The man tapped at the computer for a few moments before turning the monitor to face Stella.
"No such thing," he said, his eyes flitting down to her body. For the first time, Stella realized what she'd thrown on as she left the house: a skimpy red tank top and a pair of tight shorts that she'd bought on a whim. It was the kind of outfit that she'd normally never leave the house in, but she'd been in such a rush…
If she'd been in such a rush, why had she grabbed the shorts from the back of her wardrobe?
That didn't matter. What mattered was getting her hands on the toy.
The screen confirmed what the man was saying; there was no Mega-Lover 556 in their system, no Mega-Lover products at all, and no records of anything with a 556 product number.
Stella's stomach clenched. She just wanted the toy back, to feel that pleasure once more.
For the next three hours, Stella drove from store to store. None of them had any record of the toy. Her descriptions didn't help; they advised her to check the web or try another store. But it was like the Mega-Lover 556 had never existed in the first place.
It had been the greatest purchase Stella had ever made. It had given her so much pleasure, and now she didn't know what to do. The thought of never having that again made her feel weak.
She went to the last store within driving distance after midnight. Like the others, they didn't have the Mega-Lover 556…
…but they did have plenty of other toys.
"What's your best dildo?" Stella asked.
“It depends on what you like,” said the salesperson. She was around the same age as Stella’s mom, but something in her eyes made her feel much older.
Stella blushed at the question.
"What do you like?" she asked impulsively. The older woman raised her eyebrows but—clearly used to the kind of clientele a sex store attracts—went and found a long black toy.
"This one's my favorite," she said without smiling.
Stella nodded and grabbed it.
"Anything else?"
The dildo didn't feel as good as the Mega-Lover had, but… would anything?
"What other brands are popular?"
When Stella left, her credit card was maxed out, and she was carrying more sex toys than she'd ever owned before in her life.
Her old toy had been magical; the new toys… well, she knew they couldn't live up to it. But it was something. She didn't need magic, and she needed relief. She needed to feel pleasure, and if a bunch of ordinary dildos would give that to her, she'd use them.
When she got home, Stella tried toy after toy. Fat toys, skinny toys, toys that were girthy and long, tough toys, sissy toys…
She tested them with a German-like efficiency, desperately trying to find the one that could bring her what the Mega-Lover had. She tried everything; she'd position herself on all fours and fuck herself with the toy, or ride it, or lie on her back and open her legs for it…
But none of them gave her what she needed.
Not only did none of them compare to the Mega-Lover, she wasn't even able to bring herself to orgasm using them. It was like the toy had spoiled her. Now, the other toys didn't even feel good; they didn't even feel normal. They felt flaccid and weak, completely lacking the power to make Stella scream in ecstasy.
And as she tried them, the Mega-Lover 556 just sat on the table, watching.
After she'd tried all the new toys, Stella fell into a dreamless, unsatisfying sleep. She woke up in the early afternoon, still horny, still deeply unsatisfied.
She didn't know what to do. It was as if the Mega-Lover had taken a piece of her soul. The idea that she might never have another orgasm as good as the ones it had given her, well, she could barely think about it.
The idea that she might never have another orgasm at all…
"What did you do to me?" she asked the Mega-Lover, lying limply on the table.
Unsurprisingly, it didn't respond.
It had expired.
Stella threw open her wardrobe. She was desperate now, and if she couldn't have her Mega-Lover, then she'd have the next best thing. The outfit she'd worn last night had been revealing; the one Stella donned that afternoon was scandalous. She was wearing a tight black mini-skirt with a button-up shirt cut so low that it would have been unthinkable in normal circumstances.
She knew what she was doing. She knew that men would stare, that she'd turn heads. She needed that.
She needed the attention.
She needed to get fucked.
Even though it was only the afternoon, it only took Stella half an hour to find someone in a local bar who would give it to her. He wasn't her type… he wasn't anyone's type. She couldn't even bring herself to kiss him.
But as soon as he was in her, she was groaning and rocking her hips back into him, desperate for the release that she knew he could provide. He may have been disgusting, he may have been twice her age… but he had a cock, and that was all she needed.
That was all she needed.
"Oh, god, yes!" she cried. The feeling of a real dick inside her wasn’t as good as her toy had been (would anything be?), but it was enough to bring her some relief. As the revolting man pounded into her in the bar's dingy bathroom, she could feel her orgasm approaching.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" she moaned again as his hips pounded against hers. "Keep fucking me!"
She was delirious now, lost in the pleasure of his cock moving inside her.
"Keep fucking me!" she screamed. "Harder!"
He slammed into her harder, faster, harder still, his disgusting cock driving deep into her.
"Fucking do it!" she screamed, her words filling the small room. "I'm going to cum all over your cock! I'm going to cum for you!"
He kept slamming into her, pushing her further and further along until finally…
"I'm going to cum!" she cried out. "Cum with me! I'm going to… oh, god!!!”
His cock erupted inside her, the hot semen spurting into her. The feeling was incredible. It was the greatest orgasm Stella had ever had. It was almost as good as the Mega-Lover 556 had been.
Almost.
"Thanks, love," the man grunted, pulling out of her and unceremoniously pulling his pants back up. Stella was alone, dressed like a whore, a stranger's cum dripping out of her in a filthy public restroom…
But she was satisfied. For the first time since she'd bought that toy, Stella was satisfied.
The feeling of satisfaction lasted almost three days. And then… the itch returned. The feeling of emptiness, of need. The need to have that pleasure again. To find that relief again.
She'd spent the last few days asking her manager for any shift he'd give her—she'd spent more than she could afford on toys, and (not surprisingly) once used, they couldn't be returned.
Stella knew she needed to do something to relieve the pressure building inside her. She needed to feel that orgasm that would make her feel whole again.
But first, she had to go to work.
The first half of her shift hadn't been too bad. She'd been horny but able to put it out of her mind. But then the afternoon started. And the men arrived.
There had been men in the morning, of course, but as the shift ticked on it felt like there were more and more of them. More men, staring at her, admiring her, checking out her tight outfit, her shapely legs, her ass…
Since visiting the bar and fucking the repulsive stranger, Stella had dressed like she used to. But her work outfit did just enough to show off her assets, and the men appreciated it. The way they stared at her… it made her feel so fucking sexy.
It made her feel so fucking horny.
It was all too easy to imagine taking one of these men into the staff bathroom and bending over for him, letting him take her. Letting him fuck her.
Letting him use her until she had another long, loud orgasm.
As the day wore on, it got more and more difficult not to sneak off with someone. Stella started to get flustered and mix up orders. She couldn't concentrate; all she could think about was all the cocks in front of her. All those hard cocks, able to give her what she needed.
And as soon as her shift ended, she knew what she'd do. She'd go to a bar, she'd find some hot guy—hell, any guy—and she'd ride him until they both came. It was simple, easy…
And, hopefully, she'd be able to fuck that out of her system once more before it consumed her.
But her shift's end was so far away…
"Stella!" her manager snapped, and she realized she was standing, staring at a random guy in the coffee shop. He sounded mad.
He sounded manly.
"Yes, sir?" she asked, her eyes flitting back to the man she'd been watching. The man who had such a nice cock, and a nice body, and nice…
"Stella!"
"What, sir?" she asked, turning to her manager. He had a cock, she realized. He wasn't as cute as the other man, but he had a cock. A nice, thick cock…
"My office!" he ordered. "Now!"
Stella obeyed without even thinking about it. She followed her manager to the back office, her mind filled with the need to be fucked.
"What is wrong with you?” her boss asked sternly. You ask for extra shifts, and when you—…”
His lecture was cut off by Stella all but throwing herself at him. She needed to be fucked. She needed him to take her and fuck her. She needed a hard, deep fucking.
"Stella!"
"Fuck me!" she panted. ”I… I need it!”
“No!” he said, panic in his eyes. He’d never seen Stella act like this. For all the time she’d been working under him, she’d been a normal… sane..employee.
"Please, sir!" she cried. She couldn't believe how stupid he was being. It was all so simple. She just needed… he just needed to…
Stella smiled as she realized what the problem was. She was wearing too many clothes.
As her boss babbled, trying to tell her something, something, something, blah blah, Stella ripped off her clothes. Soon, she was standing naked in front of him.
"Please, sir," she moaned. “Please.”
"Jesus, Stella!" he cried. "Put your clothes back on!"
His voice sounded mad, scared, even pleading… but his eyes were firmly affixed to her chest.
Stella smiled as she moved closer to him.
"Your cock, sir," she whispered. "Please give me your cock."
"No!" he whimpered, and she felt angry. Didn't he understand how hard it had been for her? She'd only had the Mega-Lover 556 for a week before it had been ripped away from her before her pleasure had been replaced with need.
And the need was even stronger this time. She needed cock.
She needed to cum.
She needed to get fucked.
It was like she couldn't think straight, her mind clouded with the need for an orgasm.
"Fire me," she moaned. "Then it's okay, right?"
"No!" he objected.
"Okay," Stella said, dropping to her knees in front of him. "I quit."
And then, before her boss could do anything, she had his pants down around his ankles and his cock in her mouth.
He was already hard— she'd known his objection had been bullshit. Her manager's cock was big and thick, and she couldn't believe how long she'd known him without getting his cock inside her.
Her own body felt hot, her skin sweaty, her pussy wet. She looked up at her manager with wide eyes, his thickness stretching out her lips. Her mouth was full of cock, and the salty taste of precum.
She moaned, taking his entire cock into her throat. It felt so good to be full like that. It was just what she needed.
"Fuck my mouth," she whispered, her words vibrating on his cock. She swallowed around his length, enjoying the feeling. She purred as she did; Stella knew that he would love that. She knew what she was doing. "Please, sir, fuck my mouth."
"Jesus," he groaned. His hips jerked forward, his cock pushing deep into her mouth. Stella groaned as her nose was pushed into his pelvis, her tongue pressing against the base of his cock.
She could feel his cock twitch, and then his hot seed filled her mouth.
"Oh, fuck yes!" he cried. His cock pushed deeper into her, filling her, making her feel full for the first time since the man in the bar. He groaned, shooting his seed down her throat, and Stella swallowed it greedily. It was thick, salty; it was what she needed…
Stella moaned as her boss pulled back. She looked up at him, her eyes wide.
She hadn't cum. She hadn't cum, and yet… she could feel the desperation fading. She hadn't cum, she hadn't received anything like the kind of orgasms that her toy gave her (or that the man at the bar had given her), but…
It didn't matter.
She was satisfied.
Her manager's cock was out of her, and he was looking down at her. He looked stunned. A wicked smile appeared on Stella's face.
"So," she said casually. "Are you hiring?"
Stella's boss had ‘re-hired' her without hesitation. He had a somewhat dazed look on his face, as though he couldn't believe what had just happened.
She couldn't quite believe it either. She'd never had any interest in her manager—truth be told, she still didn't. But she'd just been so overcome by need… not even, as she'd assumed, the need to cum.
The need to be used. To feel a cock inside her. To make a man cum, even if she hadn't gotten anything out of it.
It didn't make sense… but it had felt so good that it didn't need to.
Stella was able to focus for the rest of her shift. And that night, too—she even got some household chores done that she'd been putting off since the eighteenth.
But her shift had barely started the next day when she felt it again.
The need.
The young woman told herself that she could ignore it. That she was a grown-ass lady, not a horny teenage boy. But as her shift went on, it was harder and harder.
Harder and harder… horny teenage boy…
If her boss had been there, Stella was sure she could have convinced him to use her again. But he wasn't. He'd been scheduled but had called in sick.
Her break was at noon. For a moment, she considered masturbating in the bathroom, but she knew that wouldn't do anything. Since her toy expired, touching herself hadn't given her the satisfaction she craved.
Only cock.
Only getting a man off. Only being used until she brought them relief. Only the sensation that only feeling a man's cock finishing inside her could bring…
So, instead of playing with herself in the bathroom, Stella looked around the store. There were a few regulars… perhaps she could convince one of them to follow her. To use her. Maybe, like her boss, once she took her clothes off, they'd be unable to resist, and they could give her the satisfaction she so desperately needed.
And then she saw him.
Andrew.
He stopped at the sight of her, and Stella realized what she must look like. She was practically drooling as she stared at her ex-boyfriend, suddenly remembering the feeling of his cock inside her.
Remembering the feeling of being full.
She couldn’t remember why she’d broken up with him. What kind of an idiot had she been? She'd had access to a man—to an erection!—anytime she wanted, and she'd just thrown it all away.
"You okay, Stel?" he asked as she moved closer.
"I… I'm sorry," she replied. Her voice was soft, husky. She licked her lips, and saw his eyes drift to her chest. She'd never dressed like this when they'd been together; her apron did nothing to hide her exposed cleavage, and Andrew clearly liked what he saw.
"Sorry for what?" he asked, confusion on his face.
"I'm sorry for what I did to you," she said. She was practically panting, moving closer and closer to him. Her eyes were locked on his, and she could see his pupils dilating. With fear or desire?
Was there a difference?
"Wha… what did you do to me?"
Stella's body was practically pressed up against him now. How many times had they been in this position? Her breasts pushed against him, her mouth so close to his. She could feel his breath against her lips, and all she could think about was kissing him and his hands on her body.
His cock, inside her.
"I broke your heart," she said, and Andrew's pupils darkened.
"Yes, you did," he admitted.
"And…"
Stella pulled away, fighting every instinct in her body to mount him then and there in the middle of the coffee shop. To rip his clothes off, to expose the cock that she'd spent so many nights wrapped around, to ride him until they were both satisfied.
She wanted to get down on her knees and beg, beg him to use her. To use her body for his pleasure, to do whatever he wanted to her.
When they'd been together, she'd gone down on him no more than a dozen times. Only a dozen! Her face grew red with embarrassment—now that she knew how good it felt to give head, how intensely satisfying it was to feel a man cum inside her… what kind of bitch had she been, not sharing the pleasure that her body could give?
They'd only been together for a few months, but she could have spent every day of it making him feel good. Showing him exactly what she knew how to do with her mouth.
At least she hadn't been stingy with the sex. She'd gone to his apartment after almost every shift (it had been so convenient), and while it hadn't been exclusively for sex… sex had ended up happening, more often than not.
But she'd never fucked him at work. What a waste.
"And I want to make it up to you," she smiled, pulling him towards the bathroom.
Andrew followed, probably out of confusion more than anything. Stella's hands were trembling as she punched in the code and dragged him into the tiny room. It was clean, as far as bathrooms went— much cleaner than the bar she'd hooked up in earlier that week.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "People can see us going in here together… won't you get fired?"
"Worth it," Stella said, pulling him in and locking the door.
Andrew's confusion was replaced by concern as Stella immediately began stripping. God, why had clothes even been invented? She felt so much freer when she was naked. She wanted always to be naked.
She wanted always to be available. Always ready to take a cock.
"Are you… okay?" he asked, looking at her warily.
Stella smiled.
"I'm great," she said, stepping forward and pressing her naked body against him.
Stella hadn't kissed her boss or the man she'd picked up at the bar. But when her lips met Andrew's, she felt him melt. He groaned, and his hands started roaming her body. They felt good. Familiar. She shivered at his touch; she hadn't cum in almost four days, and just the sensation of a man's hands on her was enough to make her feel weak.
She hadn't realized how much she missed him, how much she missed having a man to touch her and give her what she needed.
And what she needed was to get him off. Inside her mouth, inside the wetness between her legs… she didn't care.
She just wanted to serve him.
"Mmmm," she moaned, his fingers moving between her legs, teasing her entrance. "Don't you want me, baby?"
"Stel, we shouldn't," he said, his voice shaking. She opened her eyes and saw him glancing at the door nervously.
"Don't worry," she purred. "I promise I'll be loud."
The pair got some stares when they emerged… but not as many as they could have.
In response to Stella's threat, Andrew had basically gagged her, holding his hand over his mouth as he fucked her.
Stella had considered suggesting something else that he could put in his mouth to keep her quiet… perhaps he'd remembered her former (inane, now that she thought about it) reluctance to suck cock, but she wasn't complaining.
She came long and as loud as she could as he pounded her pussy, her cries muffled by his hand. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small room, but the bathroom had been built to contain at least some sound and Stella knew that only the customers sitting closest to the door would be able to hear what was going on.
When they were done, when Stella's eyes had rolled back in her head at the feeling of Andrew cumming inside her, she felt calmer.
The orgasms she'd experienced with the Mega-Lover 556 had left her craving more, more, more. And this wasn't totally dissimilar—the endorphins coursing through her body felt incredible, and the satisfaction at bringing her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) pleasure had been intense, but…
She felt calmer. Saner.
But without even a shred of regret.
"Thank you," she said, giving Andrew a peck on the cheek. Like her boss, he had a slightly dazed look on his face.
"Stel…" he said, shaking his head.
She tilted her head to the side. "Forgive me?" she asked, with a mischievous grin… and to her surprise, Andrew returned it, swooping in and giving her a proper kiss.
"Come over when you're done?" he asked, and Stella found herself nodding in response.
He left—without even the coffee he'd presumably come in to purchase— leaving Stella with a smile.
It seemed they were back together.
The rest of the shift passed in a blur; Stella was on top of the world. She smiled and joked with the customers, and even the dirty looks that two of her coworkers gave her (Felicity and Gareth, a particularly sanctimonious pair of teenagers she'd never gotten along with) did nothing to tarnish her mood. After her shift, she went over to Andrew's.
But she didn't sleep there that night.
She did stay the night, but neither of them slept.
With no fear of offending an audience, Stella was able to be as loud as she wanted. Andrew's cock was even better than she remembered, and her boyfriend had stopped questioning her enthusiasm and was happily along for the ride.
Stella rode him hard, slamming her body against his, taking his thick length deep into her wetness. She made up for the lack of oral sex in their relationship, sucking him for over an hour as he recovered.
And when they weren't having sex, when she wasn't using every tool in her toolkit to get him off, they talked. They talked like they'd never talked in their original relationship, sharing secrets and hopes and dreams.
They talked and fucked until Andrew's alarm went off, and he reluctantly told her that he had to log onto some client meetings.
And despite her sleep-deprived state, Stella sucked his cock throughout his first three meetings, enjoying his desperate attempts to mask his pleasure, to keep his face as professional as possible.
When he finally came, she felt just as satisfied as when she'd reached a screaming orgasm earlier the previous night, gripping his hardness firmly between her lower lips.
After his meetings—and orgasm—she offered to call in sick so they could fool around some more, but he insisted that she leave. "If not to work, Stel, at least go home and sleep. That's what I'm going to do as soon as you get out of here."
His words were delivered with a smile, and Stella felt a thrill go to her toes.
She reluctantly got dressed, enjoying his hungry eyes on her body as she slowly covered it up and all but skipped the two blocks back to her workplace. Thank god she worked at a coffee shop.
She was met with four glowering eyes and two worried ones when she arrived.
Felicity and Gareth were glaring at her while her boss looked… well, like he had the other day when she'd been naked in his office. Worried. Trapped.
And more than a little turned on.
Stella obediently followed her boss into his tiny office, where he closed the door and—after a moment's hesitation—locked it as well.
"Is everything okay, sir?" she asked, her tone perfectly professional.
"You had sex in the bathroom?" he asked wearily.
"It was my break," she replied with a grin.
"In the bathroom, Stella?”
"I didn't have the keys to your office."
Her boss sighed and looked at her balefully. "Stella… you know I have to fire you after that."
The young woman shrugged, and the movement made her manager's eyes drift to her breasts. She grinned.
"If I'm fired…" she purred, taking a step closer. "Does that mean…"
"No!" her manager yelled before glancing at the door nervously. Stella, we… we can't!"
"That's not what you said the other day," she said, already unbuttoning her top. "If I recall correctly, you said 'yes, yes, oh god, yes.'"
"Stella…" he implored. "Please."
"I'm fired, sir," she said, looking up at him wickedly.
She wasn't even horny. She was a little tired after her long night… but Andrew had left her extremely satisfied. She didn't need to do this.
She wanted to.
"I'm fired," she said again. "What's the harm?"
When Stella emerged from her boss's office half an hour later, she had three things: her job back, a plan for how to keep it, and a line of her boss's cum dripping down her inner thigh.
She knew that returning to her station like nothing had happened would cause an uproar. Most of the baristas were in their twenties, like Stella, but Felicity and Gareth were just nineteen, having just graduated high school. They went to the same church as the owner (an older man who only visited the branch every few months) and were the employees that Stella got on with the least… but before the previous day, they'd all been on good terms.
Her boss had made it clear: he could do nothing if she didn’t get the teenagers on her side. She'd be out… and almost certainly him with her.
At least, that's what she thought he'd said. After cumming inside her, she often had trouble concentrating.
Also, she’d been on her knees as he spoke, licking him clean.
And so, instead of serving the queue of customers, Stella decided to divide and conquer.
"Gareth," she said brightly. "Can I get your help in the back room?"
The coffee shop didn't really have a backroom. It was a tiny storage room containing bags of coffee beans, a mop and broom, and a few boxes.
When she walked into the tiny room, Gareth didn't follow. He just stood at the doorway, looking confused.
"What do you want?" he asked, his tone more belligerent than nervous.
"I need you to apologize.”
As she'd expected, this threw him off. He blinked twice at her.
"You need me to apologize?"
"That's right. You've been spreading rumors about me. Doing stuff in the bathroom. Don't you think that warrants an apology?"
Gareth didn't miss a beat. "You did do stuff in the bathroom, Stella. We all saw you go in there with your boyfriend."
Stella smiled, taking a step forward. Gareth, as she'd hoped, didn't move. He was so confident and strong.
She was surprised to find herself getting a little turned on. Surprised but not displeased. That would make what she was going to do next much more fun…
"You saw me go in there," she said sweetly, "but you have no idea what happened. Unless you hid a camera in the bathroom…"
"Of course I didn't," Gareth snapped. "But it was… well, it was obvious."
"Tell me what you think I did," Stella cooed. She took another step closer, and her co-worker was finally starting to look uncomfortable.
"I, uh, I don't…"
"It's okay," Stella said, moving closer and gently putting a hand on his arm. "I promise I won't get mad. I need to know what I'm being accused of."
"We, uh, we heard you… I mean. With him."
"Mmm," Stella said, looking at him through hooded eyes. "But I still don't understand. What exactly did you hear?"
"You were having sex," he said, a blush appearing on his face. "There's no point denying it."
Stella grinned. He was so cute. So young. So… so hot.
"You need to be more specific," she whispered, so close that she knew he could feel her breath on his lips.
Gareth looked around as though searching for an exit from the tiny room. He could have stepped back into the hallway, but that didn't occur to him. But Stella's hand was still on his arm, and her grip tightened when he tried to pull away.
"You had sex," he repeated.
"And what exactly is sex to you?”
"Stella!" he snapped, blushing again.
"Come on, Gareth," she purred. "You can tell me. After all, you were so concerned with what I was doing. I want you to be honest with me. Tell me what you think happened. What exactly did I do?"
"You had sex," he said for a third time, and Stella sighed.
"Are you saying I sucked his cock?"
"No!" he said before realizing how loud he was being. "N-no," he said again, quieter. "That's not sex."
Stella's eyes lit up.
"It's not??"
Gareth sensed he'd made a mistake but didn’t know what. He actually took a step backward, but Stella tugged his arm, and despite the difference in their sizes… he allowed himself to be pulled, stepping firmly into the small storage room.
It was barely big enough to contain them both, and Stella's body was pressed against his… allowing her to learn a useful fact about his physical state.
"What is sex, then, Gareth?"
"Uh, uh…"
"You've seen it on the internet, right? Porn, or whatever?"
"Of course not," he hissed.
"Don't worry," Stella said with a grin. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. And I promise, if you tell me the truth, I'll tell you what we did in the bathroom."
"I've never watched porn," he repeated firmly, and Stella's eyes widened.
He wasn't lying. It seemed young Gareth took his religious beliefs more seriously than she'd expected.
"Oh!" she said, her voice a soft gasp. Against her stomach, she could feel his erection respond to the sound. "Well, a promise is a promise…"
Gareth stood as though hypnotized as Stella proceeded to explain exactly what she and her boyfriend had done in the bathroom. He stared into her eyes as she went into great detail, describing exactly how it had felt as he slid into her, as her pussy clenched around him.
She kept her hand on his arm and was thrilled to feel his muscles relax as her tale went on. By the time she was done, his breathing was heavy, and his face was bright red.
"Now you tell me," she whispered. "Was that sex?"
"Y-yes," he stammered, licking his lips. He hadn't noticed her unbuttoning her shirt as she shared her tale.
"Good boy," Stella said approvingly, and the young man practically preened under her praise. "Which part, specifically?"
"The part where he… where he entered you," Gareth responded, his voice no louder than a whisper by the end.
"That's what I thought," Stella nodded. "You'd never do anything like that, would you?"
"N-no," he said, eyes wide. "I'm… I'm a Christian."
"That's great," she smiled. "No sex before marriage?"
"Right," he said, as though trying to latch onto something that made sense. "Exactly."
"That's great," Stella repeated, her eyes wide and innocent. She finished unbuttoning her shirt; she hadn't bothered wearing a bra to work that day.
"It is?"
"It is," she said, shrugging off the shirt. Gareth opened his mouth to object, but she held up a finger to his lips, and he seemed transfixed by the sight of her naked breasts.
Probably the first naked breasts he'd ever seen, Stella realized with a smug smile.
"It's great that you have such clear boundaries," she said. Removing her skirt with one hand was difficult, but she managed.
She wasn't wearing panties, either.
"W-why?"
"Because it means that what we're about to do isn't sex."
"No…" Gareth croaked, and Stella wasn't sure if he was telling her to stop or agreeing that a blowjob didn't count. Not that it really mattered either way.
" You were very clear," she said. Gareth's eyes widened as she lowered to her knees—not an easy task in the tiny room—but he did nothing to stop her. Stella fished his cock out of his pants, a hungry look in her eyes as it came into view.
"Do me a favor?" she said, talking more to the erection in her hands than to Gareth. "Close the door, would you?"
Stella's life was perfect. She loved her job; she loved her boyfriend. She had great sex every day—sometimes with up to half a dozen different people.
Her boyfriend didn't know about the others. He didn't know about her boss, about Gareth (not that he would have ever called what they did 'sex,’ of course— she'd been delighted to find that he was the kind of ’religious’ that didn't consider 'anal' to be sex, either), about two or three of her favorite customers, about an ex-boyfriend who'd randomly crossed her path one day, or about the group of teenagers she'd started tutoring.
She didn't get the cravings anymore. The sudden, urgent need to be fucked, to get a man off—that was a thing of the past.
Instead, Stella realized that she just liked sex. Maybe the urgency would have returned if she’d gone without it for several days, but she'd hated that feeling. That out-of-control urge to get off, or get someone off—that had led to her encounter with the disgusting man in the bar.
No, Stella had sex with who she wanted, when she wanted. When the cafe owner had entered to find a glowering Felicity alone behind the counter, for example (it was a Monday afternoon, the quietest time of the week)— she'd told the older man exactly what had been going on. He'd let himself into the manager's office fuming.
Stella had been taking Gareth from the front and her boss from behind when he stormed in. The shock on his face made her worry he was going to keel over, but it quickly disappeared and was replaced by one of fury.
Gareth had lifted his pants and fled; her boss had immediately begun apologizing… but Stella had noticed despite the angry comments coming from the older man's mouth, his eyes hadn't left her naked body.
"Let me handle this," she'd said quietly, and both men had been so shocked that they hadn't said a word as she'd sashayed forward and looked up at the owner of her place of employment.
He was tall, she noticed. Stella liked tall men. She'd finally remembered: that was why she'd broken up with Andrew in the first place. He’d been too short for her. Such a silly, shallow reason, she now realized.
Besides, it wasn't like dating him precluded her from also enjoying tall men.
Like her boss's boss.
"I'm a good employee," she told him. It was true. The customers loved her— loved her, and except for Felicity, so did her coworkers.
Plus, she made a damn good coffee.
"I'm a great worker. A wonderful barista."
The older man didn't respond. He didn't even move; he just stared at her with a furious look.
"And I'd like a raise."
At this, the owner's eyebrows shot up. They were thick, and white. Stella couldn't help but smile.
She liked an older man. In fact, Stella was starting to realize that she just liked men, generally, whether Gareth’s age, the cafe owner’s, or anywhere in between.
Stella had been considering asking her boss for a raise, but she was fairly sure it was out of his hands. But now that the owner was here… well, it was the perfect opportunity.
"Are you fucking joking?"
Now, it was Stella's turn to raise her eyebrows. Perhaps the old man wasn't as religious as she'd thought.
"I'm completely serious,” she replied calmly.
"Why the hell should I give you a raise?"
"I told you. I'm good at what I do."
The old man's eyes narrowed, and Stella let a smile spread across her face.
"I'm good at everything I do…"
"My niece was right about you," he began. That took Stella by surprise—she hadn't realized he was Felicity's uncle. No wonder he'd been so unhappy to see Gareth… 'not having sex'.
"And if you think…—"
He stopped at the feeling of Stella's hand wrapped around his cock. She'd gotten sneakier over the past few months; Andrew hadn't even noticed her blowing the pizza delivery guy as he watched television one room over. (She hadn’t had any cash on hand.)
"If you think…" he began again, but Stella's other hand had brought his fingers to her tit, and he faltered again.
"I'll take the raise," she said sweetly as he pinched her nipple. He didn't say anything as she stepped backward, sitting on her boss's desk, spreading her legs, and guiding the older man's hardness into her.
He wasn't nearly as religious as his nephew-to-be, apparently.
When the older man left over an hour later, he had a look on his face that spoke of intense satisfaction, and Stella had doubled her pay. She was now making more than her boss… not, of course, that he was going to complain.
The after-work rush had begun, and Stella was too busy making coffees even to notice Felicity's glare. Not that it was anything new, of course. Ever since the teenage girl had walked in on her boyfriend tit-fucking the older barista, things had been strained between them. Stella had even tried seducing her, but her heart hadn't been in it, and after half an hour of making out, Felicity had been even angrier than before.
She didn't know what to do. As the last customer exited, Felicity turned to Stella and let loose.
"You she-witch," she shrieked. "I don't know what you did to me, or my uncle—or my boyfriend—but this is the last straw. I'm going to tell the health inspector what you've been doing at the food prep station!"
Stella smiled at the memories.
She always wiped it down afterward, of course.
"And I'm going to tell the police that you're selling drugs! I'm… I'm…"
There was a polite cough, and the two women turned around, shocked. They’d forgotten to turn the ’open’ sign to ‘closed,’ and during Felicity's tirade, a customer had entered—a woman who looked strangely familiar.
"Are you closed?" she said with a soft smile, and suddenly Stella realized where she knew her from.
The girl from the store.
The girl who had sold her the Mega-Lover 556.
It had taken Stella a moment to recognize her out of context. She had the same friendly look on her face and the same persuasive energy…
And in her bag, Stella saw a familiar-looking box.
"Your customer," she said, turning to Felicity with a grin. At that moment, the religious teenager looked like she could have broken the killiest of the Ten Commandments, but she swallowed her rage and turned to the customer.
"How can I help you?" she asked, and Stella seized the opportunity to leave the coffeeshop. Turning the sign around as she exited, she made her way over to Andrew's.
It was the fifteenth. Five days until the expiration date, Felicity had seen on the familiar-looking box in the woman's bag…
Five days until Felicity became much less of a hassle to deal with.