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Sucked My Shy Young Coworker’s Cock — 1

He was a quiet 19-year-old virgin who couldn’t stop staring at my tits—until I dropped to my knees after closing and drained his thick load down my throat.

I was wiping down the espresso machine for the third time that night and the fluorescent lights buzzed like angry bees overhead in the coffee shop.

Shifts were always slow on Tuesdays, particularly when the last few customers were grabbing some caffeine to get to work on their deadlines.

I had been at this little independent place for nearly two years, and knew every regular's order by heart and every corner where the cameras didn't quite reach.

Most people called me Bri, my name tag read Briana Li.

I enjoyed it that way.

Simple.

Uncomplicated.

Until Memphis Fox arrived two months ago and fucked with that vibe, even though he didn't try.

He was the new boy, nineteen, just out of some community college program, working the evenings and weekends.

Quiet as hell.

His head was always down, his dark hair in his eyes, and he wore those big hooded sweatshirts that covered his height and lankiness.

However, I observed things.

When he looked at my chest when I wasn't looking.

His fumbling of orders when I leaned over the counter in my low buttoned work shirt.

He would attempt to remain calm, but his face would turn red and he would have to refill the cups a 10th time.

Tonight was no different.

The manager had dipped early and I was left with Memphis to close.

Front door locked, chairs up, floors mopped.

Back room inventory was going on with our phones, counting cups, lids, and syrup bottles, while some lo-fi playlist played on the speaker.

I was sitting on a stack of boxes with my legs crossed, my black work polo one notch down from the rules.

The cold air of the walk-in fridge caressed my skin and made my nipples clench the material.

Not on purpose.

Mostly.

I scrolled through the app and said, “These numbers don't add up again.”

“Medium lids are in short supply, third time this week.”

Memphis looked up from his computer, nodding.

Yeah, probably customers taking them or the morning crew taking them.”

His voice was quiet and timid.

He didn't say much but when he did, there was this soft rumbling under that made me wonder.

We had discussed it earlier—on the surface.

Music.

Bad movies.

How the shop owner was cheap as fuck with raises.

He was still living with his parents, saving up for some future plan.

No girlfriend.

No wild stories.

This quiet kid trying to figure shit out.

I laughed and scooted over on the boxes, holding my phone out.

Here, look at this stupid video.

Every time this cat falls off the table, I unlock the screen, but the video doesn't show up, only my browser from my morning session.

A full screen image of some dirty deep throat POV, spit all over, girl gags hard on a veiny cock.

My face was scorched for half a second.

I quickly retrieved it.

“Shit, wrong tab, just use your phone for the cups.”

Memphis froze.

Then, as if it were laughing at both of us, he retrieved his own cell phone to record the count.

Safari was still open.

The tab at the top? “Petite Asian girl eats a huge amount – POV.”

He got beet red trying to close it, and he almost dropped the damn thing.

I couldn’t help it.

I laughed out loud in the still stockroom.

“Down bad tonight, huh?”

He stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, sorry, I thought I closed all of that, I—fuck, I thought I closed all of that.”

There we were in the dim light of the one bulb, the aroma of coffee grounds and cleaning solution thick in the air.

Something shifted.

He began to speak, to speak truly.

How he had never had a girlfriend before.

Never properly kissed anyone.

He was always referred to as the “nice guy” friend at school.

He had seen porn since he was fifteen, but real life?

Nothing.

Zero.

His voice was a bit shaky when he said it, and his eyes were on the ground, as if he hoped I'd laugh more or call him a loser.

I patted his shoulder lightly.

“When it happens, Memphis, it will happen.

You're a handsome boy, quiet, which is not a bad thing.”

Inside, though?

My mind went straight evil.

This shy boy who has a crush on my tits, who hasn't been touched.

What if I gave him head so bad, so messy, so brain melting that no other girl could ever compare?

What if I destroy his hopes and dreams?

My pussy was rubbing my panties when I thought of it.

I changed the energy, but we kept working.

I bumped into him when I was stacking boxes, my ass touching his hips, my tits touching his arm when I stretched out to get a clipboard.

I leaned close to his ear, my breath hot on his ear, to read something on his screen.

“You smell good tonight,” I whispered, only for him to stiffen.

His jeans were already bulging.

It was impossible for poor kid not to notice it.

Just before I left, I stared him in the face.

“I’m gonna suck your dick, Memphis.”

He was as still as a deer in headlights with his mouth agape and no words coming out.

I knelt there, between the milk crates, the concrete cold through my work pants.

His hands were hovering, as if he didn't know what to do with them.

I slowly unzipped his jeans, pulling down his boxers.

His cock came free, thicker than I would have thought for a virgin, long, veiny, shiny with pre-cum at the head.

It was heavy and desperate, it twitched in the cool air.

“Fuck, it’s big,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around the base.

He gasped.

I didn’t tease.

I dove straight in.

I opened my lips around his cockhead and sucked hard as I took him deeper.

My mouth flooded with saliva.

I bobbed quickly and clumsily, gagging on the thick shaft until my throat clenched and spit spluttered down my chin in a tangle of string.

Memphis whimpered, hips jerking, one hand finally landing in my hair.

I looked up at him, eyes watering, mascara starting to run, and forced another inch down my throat.

“Briana—oh shit—” he choked out.

I hummed around his cock, the vibration making his knees buckle.

Three minutes in and he was already losing it—whimpering, bucking, balls tightening.

I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper, nose pressed to his pubic bone as my throat spasmed around him.

He came hard, flooding my mouth with thick, hot spurts.

I swallowed every drop, gulping noisily, not letting a single bit escape.

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