"Alicia had always noticed the beautiful young black girl that came to her coffee shop each evening on her way home from college, and lately had been thinking about her whenever she was alone. Her husband complained that they weren't having sex often enough, and this was true: she had been going to town with a vibrator each time she thought of the girl, Charlotte, so Alicia had to do something.
Charlotte entered the shop as usual, about twenty minutes before closing time, ordered her coffee and settled on the couch with a book. Alicia approached her and quite plainly told her that when she was alone she found herself soaking wet at the thought of Charlotte sitting on her face. The nineteen-year-old girl slowly closed her book and stood up, and pushed Alicia down on the couch. She smiled and lifted her skirt, revealing a smooth shaven cunt and nodded.
"I want it too," she said quietly, explaining that it was her first time wanting to touch a woman and trailing off as Alicia began to tease her clit with a finger. Alicia smiled as Charlotte gasped, her pussy bucking against Alicia's wet hand. Alicia guided her forward and leaned her over the couch, burying her face into the dark cunt before her. She licked Charlotte's clit while roughly pushing two fingers inside of her own dripping hole. Charlotte moaned and slowly massaged her young breasts, the nipples erect and hot to the touch.
The front door of the shop burst open revealing Alicia's husband. Alicia jumped back and began wiping the pussy juice from her face while Ben locked the door and strode to the couch in a fluid motion. "What do we have here?" he asked in a flat tone. Alicia began to stammer and fret until she noticed Ben's erection throbbing beneath his pants. Without a word, Charlotte leaned forward, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his huge dick.