We Love Femboys!

by M Chance

  “So you're gonna be my good girl?” He asked, casual as could be inbetween thrusts.

  “Yes!” Jessica spat back out, after one long, harsh moan, and right before another.

  “Gonna be my good femboy, dress up how I want, fuck when I want?”

  “YES!”

  “Gonna enjoy being my million dollar slut?”

  “YES, YES!” He kept calling out, making a noisy ruckus within the store. Restraint was being left far behind.

  “Then I'm gonna give you what you deserve.”

  Marcus slammed his cock in, and held it there, groaning out himself, feeling his aching prick twitch over and over again, till finally going over the edge and pumping rope after rope of cum inside his freshly claimed femboy. He'd pull back halfway through, to spatter a few strands of white spunk over Jessica's ass, enjoying the mess he made. It made for such a delicious sight, to Marcus. Jessica simply gasped and groaned for air, eyes rolling back, Marcus' heat and climax driving him to cum as well – making an absolutely sweet stain of his pink thong, the seed trickling down his smooth legs.

  Marcus pulled Jessica up by the waist, caressing him and kissing at his neck, comforting him now, while his little femboy did his best to get his breath back.

  “I think you and me should go back to my house, get to know each other better, get you in a swimsuit, and enjoy my pool. What do you think, mmmm?” Marcus asked, rather rhetorically, as he reached back down for his wallet, fishing out yet another hundred dollar bill, and placing it in the front of Jessica's black miniskirt.

  Jessica moaned, his tongue hanging out over his lips for a moment, as he got his senses all together, body still feeling on fire, yet ready, eager for more. He turned his face to look straight at the older man, with the most devilish smirk on his lips, as his dainty fingers played with the money in his skirt.

  “Anything you say.”

  GAY SEX MALL: FRESH COFFEE WITH FEMBOY CREAM

  By M. Chance

  Copyright M. Chance 2014

  Voluptatem Mall was, to say the least, a popular hotspot for tourists. Certainly, people going anywhere, getting off their planes and checking their watches, sometimes have that itch at the back of their mind telling them “I should definitely spend at least an hour just fucking around in the local mall and see what I can get”. Or even just spending time looking around, walking around. It's a strange, yet understandable urge. When you go somewhere else, you want to see what they have, even the things that are almost exactly like what you have at home. The mall in San Francisco is different from the mall in anywhere at all in Utah, and people from Utah are sure to be keen to see how the malls in San Francisco make their malls look like total shit. Altars to unabashed capitalism, trends, brands, and stuffing yourself full in the food court with oversized sodas and cheap chinese food. Most malls were, at their core, the same basic idea, even if some were much, much bigger, much fancier, and had many more ways to get yourself lost.

  Voluptatem Mall, however, was a distinct exception from other malls, because of one gimmick that made them THE must-see mall, once one turned 18. The reason why was simple.

  At Voluptatem Mall, you could fuck in there. Could fuck right in public. In the food court, in the stores, in the dressing rooms, on top of the cheap ass kiosks, in the surprisingly large blindingly white bed and bath furniture and resources store.

  And what's more, you could fuck the employees, if they wanted to and were in the mood. And Voluptatem Mall, being what they were, specifically looked to hire people who wanted to fuck damn near all the time. The mall and all the stores even had policies giving extra breaks and exceptions to employees to fuck while on the clock in order to keep up the massive money machine's primary appeal. Once people saw a clerk getting rutted over their store counter, seen by everybody, and absolutely loving it, those people were likely to keep coming back to the mall. Again. And again. And again.

  Needless to say, Voluptatem's yearly profits were consistently through the roof. Their bills for cleaning were hell, but compared to the money they were making, were ultimately chump change.

  People sung the praises of Voluptatem, how beautiful and sexy the people were inside, how they had something and someone for everyone, how helpful and how lustful and slutty the staff were, and they took plenty of pictures and video to prove it. And Voluptatem coasted on that naughty, seductive, prideful reputation, with ads of their own that had calming, soothing music and peaceful narration, contrasting with pictures and videos of people having the wildest, raunchiest sex of their lives. Studs and twinks and bears and gym bunnies and silver foxes and all kinds of stunning men being lovely employees and lovelier sluts, sucking down load after load of cum.

  “Voluptatem Mall: Because wouldn't it be great to fuck the brains out of the hot little filly behind the counter?” went one of their many ad slogans.

  Stores staffed people at their own discretion, and some tried to keep a variety of employees in order to appeal to as many tastes as possible, and some kept focused on a very specific type in order to play to specific niches, fetishes and tastes. StarSide Coffee was an example of the latter, hiring just one type of employee in order to build an incredibly loyal customer base.

  Gorgeous, sexy, seductive, girly femboys. Smooth, soft bodies, rich, luscious lips, the skin on their faces like the most delicate silk, and big eyes that could make the most hardened man melt, breathe out and heavy, and have their mind turn immediately to only thoughts of filling the baristas behind the counter with load after load of their cream. They did everything at StarSide Coffee, from taking your orders, to making your coffee, to bringing out your drinks, to even the management of the store itself – top to bottom, management to staff, nothing but femboys, girly boys, sissy boys, whatever you wanted to call them, they were there, making cocks rock hard every minute. Often sucking those cocks too. They kept a larger staff than was usual for a coffee shop, since at least one employee would usually be busy having a customer blow their load inside of their tight boy pussies.

  Today, on hand at the register was one of their best employees, Jessie Vanilla, 18 years old, who had a body that just stopped traffic, if not caused fifty car pileups, wherever he went. With an itty-bitty 26 inch waist, accentuated by smooth, full thighs and hips, a cute but thick cock that would bulge quite clearly in his tight black workpants when he got hard, and an ass that could be grabbed, squeezed, and molded like dough, he was already everything many men could want from the waist down. But from the waist up, things just got more intense. That smooth, pale, delicate skin of his, most notably on his face, which had such a beautiful shine to it, one felt such a deep temptation to touch it, to truly know for oneself how polished and soft that face was, with the full, dicksucking, bright red lips on the front, which could very easily be curled into a seductive, practically carnivorous smile. The kind of smile that said “Yeah, I know you wanna cum into my mouth. Wanna try, you dirty perv?”

  Not that he usually said such a thing out loud, or even talked with such a tone at all. And not that he usually smiled that way either. No, his attitude was far more sweet. Bubbly. Kind, upbeat, and very, very friendly. When a customer came up, his grin was big and beaming. “Hi, welcome to StarSide Coffee! What can I get you today?” He'd say, with that bright, cheery, lilting voice that could soothe most any man's heart. And when they said a tall mocha caramel iced coffee with whipped cream, as well as for Jessie to get on their knees and suck their cock, he'd eagerly write away on their coffee cup, hand it over to their coworker, take their money, and then come around to the front and let them fuck their little mouth raw till they blew a load of cream of their own into his throat.

  Then he'd wipe their lips and wave them off and tell them to come to him if their coffee wasn't just right. And they would usually return, telling Jessie that their coffee was perfectly fine, amazing, actually, but they were hoping they could maybe fill the little adorable femboy with another load of their cream.

  And Jessie would giggle and h
op right to it.

  Many of the customers coming in this early were too groggy to ask for a blowjob or much of anything sexual before they had their morning coffee – such was the price of reliance on caffeien. Couldn't get by without it, and without it, that irritation built up fast in the body, and it was a hell of a lot harder to have some pleasurable morning wood, instead of the kind that just got on one's nerves. However, this was not the case for every customer. Some were perfectly well and alert, and ready to get their morning started right by fucking the cutest little coffee shop employees possible.

  Today, that person was Aaron Black. Aaron Black was an older man, and a jovial sort. He didn't smile ear to ear, but, his small, soft grin was relaxing and pleasurable to just about everyone he met. He exuded this aura of calm and relaxation. Not the kind of 'total serenity' that one would ascribe to intense meditation sessions, but more of someone in a hammock on a summer day, drinking a beer, with nothing to worry about. And, as it happened, that was one of his favorite things in the world to do.

  In his early 40s, but having a face that aged extremely well, with well kept hair that was black and peppered with gray speckles that solidified more as it came down to the bottom, making a very smooth, mature look for Aaron. He was sexy and plump – not 'sexy, for a chubby guy', but his chubbiness was sexy. Well distributed, his body shape having a pleasant gut that exuded comfort and confidence with himself, and with life in general. That confidence also meant he radiated that sexiness. It could practically be tasted on him. He had well kept body hair, running from his chest to his arms, staying clean and maintained, but letting it fit his natural body image and style. Today he was dressed cool and comfortably for the summer, with a light blue and white polo, brand new, just purchased from one of the many clothing shops in the mall. It was accompanied by dark brown, soft, also freshly bought shorts, coming to just around his knees, which hung loosely enough to give him comfort, but still could be tightly fit, and showed off his fat, thick cock underneath, which was stunning even while soft. Finally was a pair of well kept, expensive sandals, which cut a dignified, yet casual look. He dressed with comfort and sexiness both in mind – he didn't need to intimidate, but he knew people would like to look over his body, especially the massive package he had in his shorts. After he had done his round of morning clothes shopping, and getting a look at all the other customers and employees, he had decided he needed a cold, caffeinated pick-me-up – with a little good cockslut on the side.

  “Hi, welcome to StarSide Coffee, what can I get you today?” Jessie spoke up, as he had thousands of times before, giggly and with that bright cheery smile of his, leaning forward, his light hands pushing hard against the counter. Letting every customer get a good look at that adorable face of his that was practically begging to be covered in cum, along with his uniform and hat, that black polo top, matching extra-tight pants, and clean forest green apron looking wrapped around his tiny waist and over his wide hips, ripe to be ruined with shot after short of thick seed. “We've got a new orange and cream iced coffee special, or you can also try it as a smoothie! We also have breakfast sandwiches, cake pops, and more!” Jessie voice remained enthusiastic, adorable, and almost so innocent sounding that one would almost think that he didn't suck at least a dozen cocks a day.

  “Yeah, I'd like to try that orange and cream smoothie, in fact. Medium sized. And, actually, could I get two of them?”

  “Two of them?” Jessie asked, looking out, seeing no one else standing with the customer. “Bringing an extra one home, sir?”

  “Actually, that second one is for you,” Aaron answered, with a tempting, hungry smirk on his face. “But I'd like to do some things before you drink it, if you don't mind...”

  And Jessie smirked right back, knowing exactly what he – and every other customer with similar lines – meant. “Don't mind at all. James!” Jessie turned his head, calling out to another barista behind the counter – a few years older than Jessie, with dark black skin and bright dyed white hair that hung all the way down to his ass, wearing the same extra-tight, extra-small StarSide Coffee uniform on his perfect girly femboy body.

  “Yeah?” James said, casually filling up and putting away orders, moving along with practiced smoothness. Nothing phased him. He could do his job just as easy with dead quiet as he could with a full fledged orgy happening around him, and had done as much, multiple times.

  “I've got a customer wanting the Jessie special,” Jessie teased, looking back to the older customer and giving him a wink. “Can you take over the counter for me?”

  “I swear, you barely work counter at all with how many people want the 'Jessie Special'...”

  “Well I keep bringing money into the store, and they always leave good tips, so it doesn't really matter if I don't actually work that much, does it?”

  James stuck his tongue out, teasing right back. “Yeah, yeah. Go suck the hell outta that dude's dick, I'll handle register...”

  “Thanks, buddy! I owe ya!”

  “You already owe me.”

  “Well now I owe ya more.”

  James cut the conversation short, slapping Jessie on the ass, leaving him to yelp like a dog in response. “I said go out there and suck that dick, now get to it ya fuckin' oversexed slacker.”

  “Nnnnh! Yessir!”

  “Your smoothies'll be up in a minute, sir. Now, if you could stand to the side...?”

  “Gladly,” Aaron answered, stepping out of the way of the rest of the line up to the counter, while Jessie made his way out from behind the counter to the front.

  “Now, how would you like to start off your special, mister...?”

  “Black. Aaron Black.”

  “Mr. Black! Or Aaron. Whichever you prefer. How'd you like to start your morning with me?” He said, still with that bubbly teasing voice, as well as lifting his apron out of the way some, giving a better look at his body underneath his tight work uniform, even spinning a little to show off some of his grabbable, spankable, tight bubble butt.

  “I think I'd like to start with your mouth...” Aaron started, then looking down, catching a glimpse at the 'Hi! I'm – JESSIE – and I love to – EAT CUM' nametag on his forest green apron. “...Jessie. And it looks like you'd like that to.”

  “Oh, I'd love it...” Jessie answered, and then showed just how much he loved it with the speed with which he got to his knees, spreading and adjusting them so he could get good and comfortable. He even padded the knees of his pants ever so slightly so he could suck cock for hours with getting uncomfortable. Once he was in the proper cock worshiping position, he turned his head up towards his lovely mature chubby customer with those bright, warm eyes of his, and spoke with that adorable tone that made everything he said all the naughtier.

  “I'm hoping you've got a nice thick cock. Thickness is a lot better than length.”

  “Well, I'm nothing short on length,” Aaron said, reaching down and unzipping his new summer shorts as other customers filed through to the side of him, ordering and picking up their coffees, most of them looking to the sight beside them and getting hard in their pants, thinking about how they'd like the little femboy to slurp on their cock too. Maybe later, most of them thought to themselves. Aaron, however, was focused on freeing his thick, weight, mature cockmeat out from his shorts and his tight briefs. Already rock hard, it stood in the air at an impressive 9 inches in length, and its thickness, well... it was rather comparable to a 1 liter soda bottle. Jessie's cute little jaw dropped slack, and when he pulled it back up, he was licking over his licks, already imagining how that'd feel in his throat, and how his cum would taste. “But yeah, my thickness... I wouldn't worry about me coming up short, cutie.”

  Jessie huffed out, then laughed, still licking his lips here and there, unable to help himself. “I'm certainly not worrying anymore.”

  “You like sucking fat old dick, sweetie?”

  “Love it.”

  “Then go ahead and worship it, babe.” Aaron then smoothly put his
large palm behind Jessie's head, pulling the lithe little barista in close, up against his fat dick and his heavy balls, grinding them against his face, and breathing out with that relaxed calm he was known for, even as his cock throbbed against the soft cheeks and lips of the alluring coffee shop employee on their knees.

  Jessie groaned out, but wasted no time, putting his expertly practiced tongue to work, already licking, drooling, and sucking all over the older man's shaft, and making sure to spend just as much time servicing his balls. He'd put a whole one of them in his mouth, suck as hard as he could, drool all over it, then let it pop out, looking at it so wet and shiny now, dripping with his spit to the floor. Then he'd move onto the other ball, and repeat the process, making Aaron moan out more, louder this time. Then, as a finisher, he'd shove both of them into his mouth at once, showing just how talented a cocksucker he was. It left even the hard powered, stamina filled mature man gasping for a moment, his stomach rising and falling as his veiny cock pulsed.

  “Ooooh, fuck. You are a good little girly cocksucker, aren't you?”

  “Mmmm-hmmmnh,” Jessie answered, his noises muffled by the weight of the balls in his mouth, which was soon replaced with Aaron's shaft. That warm spit trickled down, and what's more, there was a lovely, intoxicating scent of warm, sweet coffee all over Jessie's clothes and body, filling up Aaron's nose and giving him a pleasant taste, as he made the cute little femboy taste his dick. His big hand pressed a little harder on his head, and he worked his hips forward, pressing his fat prick deeper inside, getting ready to push it into Jessie's throat. Thankfully, Jessie was quite prepared – and quite eager – himself, and worked in time with Aaron's thrusts. Pulling back with his mouth when Aaron rolled his hips back, and pushing his head forward as Aaron thrusted forward, taking it deeper and deeper each time. Pulling more on his head, getting more intense with his thrusts, grunting and feeling sweat running down his big, powerful body as he kept fucking Jessie's face, who was loving every minute of it, adoring and worshiping his customer's thick cock, working his tongue all over it, and relaxing his throat in preparation for taking all of it.