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 I had been working as the baker at a local Jim's Cafe, the country's'
largest coffee and donut chain.  Four years heating up frozen donuts,
injecting them with jelly, and occasionally even serving some caffeine and
sugar fiend customers.  It wasn't glamorous, but it did have some perks. 
High turnover rate, with myself and a few lifers as the exception.  For the
most part it was young, cute little teens, staying for a few months at a
time.

   Tight bodied, perky and nubile girls getting a little extra cash for
summer holidays, or trying to put a dent in the college debt.  Sure they
weren't all stunners of course, I mean it's only a coffee shop after all,
but this story's not about the ones that weren't..  The preppy little
bubble butt, fresh faced babes who happened to grace my workplace with
their presence.

   At the time this story takes place I was a freshly turned 18 year old.
Slim, lanky blonde guy, six foot two, green eyes, deep voice.  I was
relatively new to actual real life sex, not involving one of my own mits
and a high speed internet connection, but I had gone through a few bad
experiences by that point.  A few drunken house parties, a blowjob here, a
finger fuck there.

   I still hadn't had the chance to really "work" a girl like how I wanted
to.  I worked the midday shift, eleven to seven.  After the initial bake it
was just sit back, wipe counters and wait for the batches to get low.  I
had a little time usually to just watch my co-workers whip around and make
coffees.  The uniform was pretty much unisex, not very flattering to any
body type, but when they arrived at work through the back door, I got to
see what they wore in regular life.  I worked in the back room so I had a
good spot to see them enter.

   Flip flops on Karina, a raven haired, 5'3", blue eyed beauty.  Black
Capri pants, and a white tank top with some pink logo on it.  Great for the
summer weather.  "Hi" I would say to them.  The lovely brunette Michelle
comes in wearing cork sandals sporting a baby blue pedicure.  Yes I love
feet, and I love how the summer brings the toes out into the open.  Let the
feet breath.  She has a white little skirt with the interlocking,
alternating folds, and a light blue girly tee.  Shows off her tanned legs
beautifully.  She gives me a little smile.  "Hey, how's it goin'?" I'd say.

   I was still kind of shy around these beauties, but still eager
nonetheless.  I could practically smell their little pussies as they walked
by me, off to change in the bathroom.  Often enough I would sneak a little
sniff in the back room area where they left their civilian clothes.  I
would wear the headset so I knew when they were occupied with orders,
giving me the chance to dart in the back and inhale some sweet teen sandal
soles.  Call it sick if you want, but who's it really hurting?

   Some girls locked their clothes in their cars though, as if they knew
about the potential perverts throughout society, and they just weren't
having any part of it.  Sometimes the extra caution or awareness in a woman
seemed to make me want them even more.  At the time this story occurs, it
was Thursday, and I was at home relaxing on a day off when I received a
call from work, asking if I could take an afternoon shift just serving
customers.

   "Who's else is working?" I had asked.

   "Sandy called in sick, so it's just gonna be Antoinette working."

   I momentarily feign contemplation, then agree.  The reason I had to
feign contemplation was because this girl Antoinette was quite pretty, and
I really didn't need a second thought on the matter.  I just didn't really
want my manager to know what was up, as if she already didn't have a clue.
Antoinette was from Trinidad, with flawless ebony skin the colour of coffee
and a touch of cream.  She changed her hair style pretty often, almost
monthly, but in this most recent case her long black hair was dyed blonde.
She had her entire head of hair, very exotically, braided into pencil thin
strands that went all the way down to her ass, and were beaded at the
bottom.

   She was one year older than me, aged 19, about 4'10', tiny little body,
with the cutest face you've ever seen.  Tiny little Halle Berry nose,
pouting bee stung lips, and big, lusciously lashed eyes, irises coloured
black.  Her eyes had a real sexy quality about them, hard to define.  She
had tiny little tits, probably A cups, but a pretty meaty ass.  With
thoughts of Antoinette ass, I took a shower, got some nice smelling body
wash going, and basically prepared for my upcoming shift.

   Antoinette worked afternoons Tuesdays and Thursdays, and was a model
part time, appearing mainly in department store catalogues.  We had a
pretty good rapport, even though I usually only worked a few hours a week
with her.  She had even shown me some of her photo shoots on her laptop one
time.  Bikini sets.  In one picture, she is on her knees on the beach like
she's praying, only her legs are apart instead of together, her tiny hands
resting on her thighs.  In it she's wearing a leopard print string bikini,
and black, 4 inch high heels.  Her face is turned to one side in a
seductive manner she seems to pull off effortlessly.  I had 'joked' with
her to email me some of these pictures for when I have some "alone time",
and she laughed at that, but still ended up sending me some.  I still have
fun with those photos.

   Truth was I had a feeling she liked me back.  She would give me these
little glances and smile, turning her head every once in a while.  She
would touch my arm now and then, when asking for me to reach something high
up for her.  She kept her hands in premium condition, manicured and
moisturized smooth with lotion.  Soft as skin can be, silken smooth.  When
Antoinette went on break, she would sit up by the door that connected the
bakery where I worked and the front customer service area, and she would
let her tiny bare feet rest on top of her shoes.

   In the warmer weather she always had her feet bare inside her black
leather work shoes, probably working up a healthy little sweat in there.  I
had a perfect view of the tops of her smooth, coffee toes.  Either a French
pedicure, or often enough she painted her toenails a pink colour, which
contrasted beautifully with her satiny dark complexion.  I wonder if she
knew that I was staring at her feet all those times.  Tiny little size 4 or
5 feet, toes all nearly the same size except for the slight increase from
the pinkie toes to the big toes.  She always seemed to be giving me a show,
spreading and stretching out her feet and toes like that...  She was also
one to lock her clothes in her car.

   I arrived at work already wearing my baker uniform, even though I was
serving customers only.  My uniform was entirely white and it looked a lot
cooler than the crappy grey and brown uniforms, plus I didn't have to tuck
my shirt in with this one.  The manager was just leaving as I arrived and I
saw Antoinette pulling up in her purple Dodge Neon.  She waved and smiled,
and I responded with a 'too casual' tip of my white hat.  Lightly done make
up, no more than a little mascara with some lip gloss, Antoinette got out
of her car.

   I watched for her footwear and was immediately pleased to see flip flops
on her finely arched, French pedicure feet.  She was in beige khaki shorts
which showed off her chocolate creamy thighs.  Her petite little body had
some finely shaped legs attached, and I struggled not to stare for longer
than a few seconds.  She had a tight white tank top on with her bra straps
visible.  She wasn't a slender girl, somewhat curvy, but definitely not
fat. One of her best qualities though was somewhat elusive and hard to
pinpoint.  She had a certain aura, or air about her that was just dripping
with raw sexuality.

   "So they got you to come in huh?  I was sick of Sandy's constant
complaining anyways."

   Antoinette has the cutest little voice.  It's very high pitched and she
sounds like a little girl or something.  Similar to how a lot of Japanese
girls voices are, it just further adds to her feminine appeal.

   "Yea well if I knew I was gonna be working with you I might not have
come in." I flirt with a grin.

   "HEY!" She mock scoffs and gives me a playful shove.

   My dick tingles a bit at the minor contact...  she's got a calm
demeanour about her.  So feminine in every movement, so inviting.

   She smells so good today, some sort flowery scent, jasmine I think.  A
hint of some indecipherable fruity aroma.  Some kind of super lotion on her
skin's got her soft and smooth as ever, as I had noticed with the playful
shoving.  After initial small talk, Antoinette goes into the bathroom and
changes.  I ogle her little apple bottom ass, slightly glistening hips and
thighs glide her into the bathroom, and I attempt to get my mind off sex
with a bit of mopping.  It's an afternoon shift, so it's not gonna be too
busy, and it's only going to be me and her working till eleven at night. 
So much for getting my mind off sex, even when she emerges from the
bathroom in the frumpy uniform that is the Jims Cafe trademark.  She goes
outside and locks her clothes in her car, comes back in and we start off
the shift.

   We commence with the usual small talk about how the week has been going,
the weather's been nice and hot, and what are we planning for the weekend,
there's a new Jims Cafe donut coming out...  etc.  The conversation sparks
my attention, however, when she mentions that some of her friends will be
stopping by later.  I've seen her model friends before, and they are quite
a bevy of beauties to say the least.  With the hot weather I should at
least get some good eye candy for when I jerk off later.  Maybe I'll even
beat one out in the washroom here at work.  I had done it before, believe
me.  It's a private single bathroom so sometimes when I'm rocking some
particularly stubborn wood, I just take a washroom break and beat it out of
me.  Can't be serving customers with that thing sticking out you know.

   After a few hours and fairly steady streams of customers, the
conversation takes a turn towards sex.  Boyfriends she's had, the lack of
any steady girlfriends I've had.  She's only had one boyfriend she had sex
with, and she was now single at the moment.  Not that men weren't calling.
My limited experience in this subject matter caused me to blush a little at
times during the conversation, and she hit me with it.

   "Are you a virgin?"

   "NO.  I mean, remember because I told you about at that house party.."

   "Yea well sure that was just a blowjob you mentioned.  I haven't heard
you say anything about sexing a girl up yet" She laughs sweetly, lightly
gripping my bicep while doing so.

   Dick twitching, I reply,

   "Well...  Yea I haven't officially had sex yet, then...  I guess not
officially, but I've done everything else."

   "That's cute"

   She flashes a gorgeous little smile, still with the relaxed, big eyes.
Long eyelashes.  She turns around with a mischievous little grin,
scrunching her Halle Berry nose a bit.

   "I'm taking a break now" she says.

   She goes in the back, text messaging on her cell phone.  Great, now
she's messaging her friends about how I'm a virgin.  She finishes text
messaging or whatever on her cell, and makes herself a sandwich, sitting
down in her usual spot.  I watch for her from under the rim of my hat,
waiting for her to take off those black shoes and air out her feet.  I get
out my own cell phone to make it seem like I'm just looking down at my
phone, where instead I'm staring at her tootsies.

   She finally slides her dark caramel feet out of the confines of her
shoe, and plops her heels down on top of them.  Never fails.  I can see
mainly the tops of her smooth feet, as her back is facing me, but I can
catch an occasional glimpse of the very light, pinkish flesh of her soles.
She's eating her sandwich now, continuing with her cell phone at the same
time.  A customer arrives and I take the order.  I stumble through the
order somewhat, and when the customer leaves I'm wiping up a minor coffee
spill.

   "So you like my feet then?"

   Whoa, that came out of nowhere.

   "....Uh...  say what?"

   "Come on, I see you trying to hide your stares at my feet all the time..
am I right?"

   Well I'm busted.  No sense in hiding it now, but I just stare at her for
a very long few seconds...

   "It's alright...  I've heard it's a pretty common fetish for guys..."
she giggles.

   "Yea...  well, *cough* you do have some cute feet...  Anyone would think
so."

   She laughs.  "Well thank you...  I've heard lots of my girlfriends talk
about their men having foot fetishes.  I love my feet too, and.....  I
think it's pretty kinky."

   Alright she's not disgusted by my fetish.  A little shocked, but I'm
excited to see where this conversation goes.  My penis is already beginning
to re-fill itself with blood.

   "Aha ..well..  you are always giving me that little show on your breaks
are you not?  Am I now to believe that, uh...these shows are on purpose for
me?"

   She laughs again and spreads her juicy little toes as she does it,
raising one foot up and flashing the tender sole flesh at me.  The light
skin tone of her sole contrasts with the rest of her body's dark, chocolaty
complexion with an awe inspiring effect.

   "So you like suckin' toes then huh?" She gives a sly little grin, again
scrunching her nose.

   "Uh..  y-yea I guess I do." I stammer, still a little taken aback by her
boldness.  I hold back a few facts about how I also relish in the taste and
especially the smell of a clean, pretty ladies foot.

   She slides her feet back into her black, closed toed work shoes, and
gracefully floats towards me, moving her hips with all her feminine grace,
smiling in a sultry, relaxed manner.  I am leaning against a counter, mouth
hanging slightly open, watching her approach, and wondering what exactly
Antoinette had in mind.  She brings her petite frame right up against mine,
and I really notice the difference in size between us, as she gazes up at
me.  I'm well over a foot taller than this little sexpot, and the thought
of my solid cock repeatedly penetrating her....

   She places her tiny, silk hands under my shirt and touches my bare skin,
pressing her soft hand against my tight, lower abdomen.  She runs her
smooth palm through the hair of my treasure trail, up the center of my
abdominal muscles, until her exploring fingers reach up to my solar plexus.
My cock is stiff as a board now.  Her close proximity and touch are already
intoxicating, combining her flowery scent with the visual delight of her
delicate female features.  She trails her warm, dry fingers back down my
chest, feeling my stomach muscles contract and flex.  See what I mean about
sexiness?  This girl just oozes sexuality, even while wearing her rather
unflattering Jims' uniform.

   I just stand there, dumbfounded.  I know I should try to kiss her right
now, but I can't move.  Instead, a customer dings through the door, and
Antoinette quickly removes her hand from under my shirt to serve him. 
Still standing there stunned, I am brought back to reality as another
customer walks through the door, so I proceed to assist Antoinette.  As I
am shakily pouring the milk, and stirring the coffees, I turn my head and
notice Antoinette slips one foot out of her shoe and bends her knee
slightly.  This reveals only the deeply arched sole of her foot, while her
toes are still hiding flat within the mouth of the shoe.  I look up at her
pretty face and she's giving me a sly little smile.

   "Hurry up Paul the customer's waiting." she jokes in front of the
customer.

   "Yea uh..  thanks for the encouragement there, Antoinette." I reply
sarcastically, nervously grinning at the customers.

   The customers leave, and Antoinette and I stand there just looking at
each other for a moment.  The tension was already thick to begin with, but
now the air is practically dripping with sexual humidity.

   "Paul it's 9:00"

   "Huh?  Oh right I'll lock up the front door."

   Now is the time where we lock up the front entrance and only serve drive
through customers, for safety reasons I suppose.  If it wasn't slow before,
customer traffic is slowed significantly now.  After I lock the door, I
come in through the back entrance and back up to the storefront area. 
Antoinette is leaning through the window, chatting with someone.  Her
friends must have arrived.  I just decide to let her and her friends chat
about what just went down at the Jims, so I lay low and wipe some surfaces
with a damp cloth.

   I notice in my peripheral vision Antoinette's head momentarily turn
around in my direction, followed by giggling, and I hear laughter outside
the window.  It sounds like she's just talking with one friend.  I sneak a
peek over Antoinette's shoulder, and see that it is her friend Alysha. 
Alysha had worked at Jims' for about a week or so, before she got fired for
stealing.  This all happened probably about a month earlier.  I had briefly
made her acquaintance, but she was here for so little time, I didn't get to
know her that well.

   "Paul, you remember Alysha?  She worked here for like a day." Antoinette
snickers.

   "Huh?  Oh yea of course, she was stealing sandwiches while the manager
was still in the office right?" was my smart ass reply.

   "Shut up!" Alysha pokes her head through the window to yell at me.

   Alysha's quite beautiful as well, not surprisingly.  She has straight,
shiny chestnut hair, shoulder length, with vanilla cream coloured skin. 
Dark black puppy dog eyes, with a slight droopy like quality to them, with
smoky black mascara and eyeliner, creating a very sultry effect.  Her lips
are big, plump and red, with a deeper red lip liner.  I recall hearing that
Alisha's father was a Jamaican black man, and her mother was a white woman
from France, making her a gorgeous, white skin mulatto.

   "Hey hey sorry.  I'm just a little more cautious when I steal is all.."
I laugh.

   "Hey I know somethin' about you buddy so you shouldn't be talkin shit
like that." says Alysha with a devilish grin.  Her cheeks pop out when she
grins and her eyes shine liquid.  One of her incisor teeth is slightly
crooked, but it just adds a uniqueness to her face, and somehow makes her
all the more attractive.

   "Oh...Oh yea? ...Great, thanks Antoinette."

   "Virgin!" Alysha taunts.

   Antoinette turns around and slaps Alysha's hand, adding, "Don't,
bitch!!"

   ".....Umm sorry Paul." Antoinette says with a sort of half smile on her
face.

   "Yea yea..." I give Antoinette an annoyed look, but still don't put much
into it.

   They continue talking to each other in lowered voices, still giggling
periodically.  I try to concentrate on wiping the counters, feeling
humiliated.  Why would Antoinette just go around telling her friends about
something I would obviously be sensitive about.  We have to work together,
so I wouldn't see the point in creating an awkward atmosphere.  I glance up
and see Alysha walk away from the window.  Antoinette walks away from the
window and brushes past me.  Was that a little wink?

   She goes into her purse and retrieves a small bottle.  She squirts a
little blob from the bottle into her hand, rubbing it in as she disappears
into the back baking area.  I keep my head down and continue wiping the
stainless steel.  We had a nice, flirty workplace relationship, and now it
was crumbling.  I shouldn't have admitted to being a virgin.  Just then I
hear the back door click open, and once again hear Alysha's voice.  They
both emerge from the back area and to the sandwich station, where Alysha
starts to prepare herself a sandwich.

   "Great, what are you robbing the place again?"

   "Hey Paul, just making a sandwich for later." Alysha responds
nonchalant.

   I check out Alysha's fresh, 19 year old body for a moment.  My eyes
start at her feet of course, but to my disappointment she is wearing white,
size 5 gym shoes and socks.  Probably about 5'5", she's also wearing tight
acid washed jeans, which hug her clearly Jamaican bubble ass.  Her legs and
arms are toned, very fit, but not overly muscular.  I remembered she takes
karate lessons which obviously helps keep her in shape.  She's wearing a
tight, green belly top tee shirt, with extra short sleeves only covering a
part of her slender shoulders.  Her breasts are about a B cup, but it
doesn't look like she has on a bra, and I can make out the slight
definition of her small nipples.  She has a belly button chain little thing
with some jewel looking piece attached.  Her nails are painted green like
her shirt.  I smell the slight scent of marijuana coming off of her, mixed
with cinnamon.

   "You better stay out of the camera's line of sight." I say.

   The camera could only see the storefront area and the tills.  The
sandwich prep area is pretty much out of sight from the front of the store.

   "Yea, well what are you gonna rat me out?"

   "Hmm not a bad idea.  Might get a reward"

   "Yea buddy, I know you won't do it...  virgin."

   "Alright guys behave now." Antoinette chimes in.

   "Hey Antoinette maybe I'll rat you out too for letting this criminal
back in here, eh?"

   Alysha finishes assembling her sandwich, and wraps it up when she
suddenly turns to me and blurts, "So are you gonna fuck us now or what?"

   Antoinette, makes sudden, strict eye contact with Alysha as if to say
"shut the fuck up", then, softening her eyes, shifts her gaze to meet mine
and slowly starts unbuttoning her uniform blouse.  She maintains eye
contact with me as she does this, eyes and mouth smiling excitedly.  I
watch, entranced, as more and more of her upper torso is revealed with each
button undone.  Her beautiful, small chest is soon unveiled, though still
covered by a white bra.  Antoinette turns her head and motions for Alysha
to assist.  Alysha steps over smiling a sluttish smile at me, and unclips
the back of Antoinette's bra, lobbing the garment at my face.

   "How's this for a reward?" Alysha says rhetorically.

   I stare at Antoinette's bare chest.  Her tiny tits are on full alert
with hardened, quarter sized nips, and Alysha reaches around under
Antoinette's arms with both hands to grip them in her index fingers and
thumbs.  She tweaks Antoinette's pointed nipples a bit and gives her
breasts a few squeezes.  Antoinette lets loose a small whimper in that
girly little voice of hers, and I'm no longer even trying to conceal the
fact that my cock is tightening my pants vigorously.

   Alysha then pulls her own tight shirt over her head, letting her perky,
young, white, naked tits jiggle free.  Her nipples are the same dark brown,
almost black colour as Antoinette's, but about twice the size of a dollar
coin.  The girls turn and face each other, gazing into each others eyes. 
The taller girl lowers her body a bit and they press their tits together,
nipples touching nipples.  They transition to a full on, open mouth,
swirling tongued kiss.  Alysha nips Antoinette's lower lip and pulls. 
Antoinette returns by sucking Alysha's tongue right out of her mouth. 
Their hands are feeling up each others smooth bare backs, and moving around
to the breasts as the kiss exceeds the minute long mark.  Alysha reaches
around Antoinette's hips and in one swift movement, jams her thumbs down
the back of her pants and gives Antoinette's thong a forceful tug upwards.
Antoinette yelps as Alysha lifts her up about a foot off the ground by her
panties before letting go.

   "Oh you little BITCH!" screams Antoinette, de-wedging the stretched
fabric from her crack.

   Alysha's brief laughter is transformed into a louder yelp of her own, as
Antoinette responds to the enthusiastic underwear yank by grabbing the
front of Alysha's panties, and yanking upwards with all her might.  She
practically lifts Alysha up off the ground as she uses more force than I
thought the little sparkplug had.  I was shocked at the exchange so far,
but my penis was agreeing wholeheartedly, and a dot of pre cum was
beginning to stain my white pants.  I had to tend to my cock immediately.
It just had to be touched or stroked a little.  I undid my zipper and slid
my hand down my boxer shorts, gripping my pulsating member.  Alysha,
noticing my movements, looks over, hands down her own pants freeing up the
wedged undergarments.

   "Ugh!  That hurt...but hey!  Looks like Paul's getting into it..."

   "Y-Yeah.  I didn't realize you girls were such...  good friends."

   "Fuckin right.  We aren't just doin this for you, we fuck all the time."

   The coarse language of Alysha was annoying at first, but the situation
was now warranting the mannerisms, and I responded by giving my cock a few
strokes, with an "Oh shit".  This shift was turning out better than I could
have ever imagined.  Antoinette pulls down the zipper on Alysha's pants. 
Alysha must shimmy her ass and hips in order to free herself from the
skin-tight jeans.  Antoinette peels the jeans down to Alysha's sneakers and
stops or a moment.  She first pulls off Alysha's faded sneakers, then yanks
off the rest of her jeans, tossing the shoes and clothes aside.  Alysha
sits up on the sandwich table as her shoes are removed to avoid contact
with the rather dirty floor.  Antoinette starts working on her own pants as
Alysha adds a few more comments to the situation.

   "I also hear you have a thing for feet.  You're one perverted dude.. 
kinda sexy still though."

   "You don't say?" I reply, only half listening.  I'm scanning over her
creamy body, noticing the flawless nature of her tender, white flesh.  She
has a few moles scattered here and there on her body, but they are at skin
level, and tiny.

   Wearing only a pink thong and white socks, Alysha wiggles her body
further onto the sandwich table, and puts one leg up, bending her knee. 
She peels off one of her socks and throws it at me.  I catch it.  It's a
little damp, much to my delight, and I smother my nose and mouth with the
sock, inhaling deeply.  She keeps her feet clean, but the hot day has left
her pods a little sweaty, and perfectly ripe for my sniffing pleasure.  I
am tasting the salty threads of the sock as I sniff it, I look up and see
Alysha picking some white lint out from between her luscious toes.  She
then grabs her ankle with both hands and pulls her one bare foot up to her
face, taking a big whiff of her own feet.

   "MMmmm, watch this lover boy"

   Alysha sticks her tongue out and curls it around her big toe.  Her bare
feet are very smooth and youthful.  She has no nail polish or anything she
just has clean, vanilla creamy feet.  Her tongue darts in and out of the
webbing between all five toes, adding a little suck to each toe as her
plump lips reach them.  She then broadly licks up her whole foot, starting
at the heel, and slowly going up her arch to the ball of her foot.  Her
tongue slides off the tips of her toes and she ends it with a final suck of
her big toe.  It makes a wet *Pop* sound.  She repeats the same process
once more, then glances up at me with her big, brown eyes..

   "Taste's good.  You want a lick my sexy bare feet?"

   I had been stroking my cock in my pants and watching her orally pleasure
her own feet.  To her last comment I could only nod my head "yes" after a
brief pause.

   "Too bad.  Antoinette's gonna get my other foot."

   Spunky little tease isn't she.  Hey, but that's not a bad deal either I
suppose, I think to myself as I watch Alysha's teasing expression.  It's a
damn sexy deal so far, I have nothing to complain about...  Although I'm
going to need some release soon, or my balls might explode like cherry
bombs in my scrotum.  After all, I am watching two of the sexiest girls
I've ever known get naked with each other.  I'm still wearing the headset
for taking orders, and I am momentarily brought back to reality when I hear
the ding of a customer through the earpiece.  Sorry buddy.  you'll have to
find another place to get your caffeine fix.  I toss off my headset, and
resume watching my private sex show.

   I turn around in time to see Antoinette's nearly naked body climbing up
onto the sandwich table.  She has to climb since she's such a small girl,
and she does so by first putting both hands on the edge of the table, and
sticking out her ass a little.  She raises her left knee up to the table
and kicks off the floor with her right foot so she can get her second knee
on the table.  Antoinette cat crawls forward a little, now completely on
the table, and on her hands and knees, plump ass facing me.  I can spot a
little slice of Antoinette's darker, outer pussy skin peeking out from the
side of her slinky, black thong material.  Still wearing her shoes, she
wiggles her feet a little and lets the final clumpy, leather articles of
her uniform fall to the ground.  Antoinette looks back at me and flashes a
cute little smile, a few strands of her long braided hair falling across
her face.

   *SMACK!*

   Alysha gives Antoinette's protruding butt a sharp smack with her palm.

   *SMACK!  * SMACK!*

   As each strike lands on her reddening ass, Antoinette lets out three
sharp yelps ending in somewhat jittery laughter.

   "She likes that." Explains Alysha.

   Antoinette arches her back and wiggles her sweet, red delicious ass at
me, spreading her toes and giving me a great view of her upside-down,
stretching soles.  Her fleshy soles are a pinkish, white sand colour, and I
lovingly admire the significantly lighter skin tone contrasting stunningly
with her smooth, chocolaty complexion.  I gawk as she then shifts her body
to face Alysha, and sits with her legs to one side, bare feet hanging
enticingly off the edge of the table.  Antoinette grabs a hold of Alyshas'
one socked foot, and slowly brings it up to her face.  I see her chest
expand as she breaths in the scent of the other girls moistly socked foot,
closing her eyes.  She then slowly peels the sock back so that only
Alyshas' heel is bare.

   Antoinette tenderly sucks on the soft ball of Alyshas' heel, leaving it
red and glistening.  She then sticks out her tongue and slips it in between
the beautiful young teens' sock and wrinkled sole skin, biting down on the
sock material with her teeth.  She slowly pulls the rest of the sock up off
Alyshas' foot with her teeth, dragging her bottom lip across the arch as
she does so.

   "..Shit girl..  you sure you don't got a foot fetish of your own..?"

   Alyshas' face is flushed as she exhales these words, and I can tell
she's probably already getting a little moist down there by the way her
pink thong panties cling to her vulva.  My mouth is hanging open as I
stroke my penis, and I'm practically drooling over the whole, lewd scene.
Antoinette says nothing but drops the sock from her mouth onto the table.
She grabs Alyshas' heel and lifts the leg up above her head.  Antoinette
then dips her head down to Alyshas inner thigh, nose inches from her damp
pink panties.  She slowly drags her lips and tongue up the bottom of
Alyshas' thigh.

   She reaches the back of her knee, stops, wets her lips and continues
tenderly kissing, and sucking her way up Alyshas' calf muscle to her
Achilles tendon and heel.  She licks up the entire length of Alyshas' foot
and Alysha fans out her toes as Antoinettes' little tongue reaches them. 
Antoinette then proceeds to feverishly lap her tongue in between each one
of Alyshas toes, at times nipping at them.  She grabs hold of Alyshas'
other foot and brings both feet up to her face, inhaling deeply as she rubs
her little nose and lips across both soles.

   Antoinette sticks her nose in between Alyshas big and second toes and
takes a deep whiff.  She performs another thorough round of lovingly
sucking each one of Alyshas' juicy, wiggling toes, as they are all lined up
in front of her face.  Some small whimpers escape Alyshas' full lips, as
Antoinette continues her passionate process.  I'm all out jacking off now,
pants and boxers down to my knees, sitting on the break chair opposite the
sandwich area, watching the action unfold as if in a dream.

   "Hey buddy...  nice cock." Alysha comments while almost sounding
surprised as Antoinette starts working her way down Alyshas' nubile legs.

   Alysha is lustily eyeing my throbbing penis, and I bring my furious
jerking down a notch, now steadily stroking, so she can catch a better
glimpse.

   "Uh, thanks.  You girls are both..  just..  I'm speechless." I stutter
honestly.

   I see Antoinette take a curious little gander at my proudly erect prick
from behind Alyshas' inner thigh.  Her face is right back down in front of
Alyshas' mound, face down ass up in the air.  Alysha tears her eyes from my
erection and puts her hands on the back of Antoinettes head, pressing her
face into her eager young genitalia.  Antoinette recedes back and yanks
down Alyshas panties.  The entrenched garment stretches at first, resisting
Antoinettes tug for a slight moment before finally snapping free down her
legs.  Antoinette sits up, kneeling, and with a lustful look on her face,
she tosses the soaking panties at me, adding more fuel to my already hyper
excited body.

   Antoinette then plunges her delicate face into Alyshas awaiting loins,
hungrily licking and slopping her tongue between first the outer, then
inner folds.  Alysha has a single landing strip of black pubic hair above
her clitoral hood.  Antoinette uses her left index and middle fingers to
spread and expose the pink of Alyshas' swollen cunt.  She points the same
two fingers of her right hand at the tight entrance to Alyshas' wet hole.
She looks up at her friends flushed, slack jawed expression of anticipation
and lust, giving it a second before plunging the two fingers into her musky
chasm.  Antoinette excitedly finger fucks her girlfriends twat, in and out,
in and out, slow at first then speeding up at a gradual pace.  She adds a
circular clit rub with her left thumb, as Alysha grinds her hips
rhythmically into Antoinettes tiny hand.

   I have also, subsequently sped up the pace of my masturbation to match
the tempo of the situation, and just as I feel the orgasm welling up from
my toes, Antoinette stops her furious fingering.  She locks eyes with
Alysha, who gives some sort of nod of confirmation, and Antoinette lathers
up her hand with the, now freely flowing, juices of Alyshas vagina. 
Antoinettes hand is now covered in natural lubricant of her good friend,
and her dripping index finger hovers a centimetre from Alyshas puckered
anus.  Antoinette gives me a little grin.  Alyshas' asshole, and the entire
vicinity of her crotch for that matter, is covered in glistening, milky
fluid, and I can smell the wonderful scent of wet pussy replacing the
stagnant smell of coffee, within the small confines of the building.

   Antoinette slowly slips her finger up into Alyshas tight little poop
chute, straining somewhat as Alysha now has to focus on her body relaxing
enough to allow the anal penetration.  She methodically thumbs Alyshas clit
while Alysha drops her head back, and lays on her elbows, breathing
heavily. Antoinette is finger pumping her girlfriends asshole in front of
me, and she speeds up her pace.  "a-ahhhhhh.." moans Alysha.

   In the midst of this fantastic display, Antoinette turns her head to
check me out, jerking my cock steadily.  Female bodies intertwined in this
beautiful act of passion, Antoinettes eyes meet mine, and a seductive
expression forms on her cute little face.  Without interrupting her
rhythmic motions, Antoinettes' ultra feminine, angel like voice proclaims
these simple words:

   "This is what Alysha likes.."

   Antoinettes' eyes dart back to the task at hand, as she open mouthed
dives onto Alyshas quivering muff, engulfing her clit with her tiny mouth.
Tongue swirling on the swollen nub of Alysha, Antoinette works it like a
human vacuum, sucking in her cheeks with effort.  Delicious slurping noises
accompany the repetitive wet smacking sound of Antoinettes' ass pumping
hand.

   "More!...More!" Alysha instructs between bouts of gasping, and full on
holding her breath.

   Antoinette pauses and forms a Spock, "Live long and prosper" hand.  She
barely breaks her rhythm as she assigns the pinkie and ring finger to the
butt prodding, and her middle and index return to Alyshas swelling pink
hole.  This time Antoinette immediately continues with her speedy
hand-fucking pace, as well as the clit worship, and it isn't long before I
see Alyshas body tense up and shudder.

   "AAHHWWwwwwWW..!" her moan lingers, blushing mulatto skin glistening
with sweat.  Her taut, teenaged body convulsing as waves of delirious
pleasure curl her delicious toes.  Antoinette lifts her dripping maw from
Alyshas erupting mound to admire the results of her handy work.  Just as
Alysha squirts her climactic girl juice, I can no longer hold out.  I feel
the orgasm well up, and start to pass throughout my entire body.  It starts
at my feet, up my legs, travels from my hands up my arms and my mind clouds
with ecstasy.  I squirt a rather impressive load of cum across the room. 
It shoots about five feet away, and splatters across the floor, and onto
the sandwich table, mixing with Alyshas river of girl juice.  I sit back,
relieved, clutching my, still pulsating, phallus.

   "I fuckin love you, girl.." exclaims a hazy Alysha, as she lies flat on
her back, knees bent, eyes closed.

   Antoinette looks up and seems to notice my scattered puddles of jizz. 
She follows the chunky sperm trail and finally looks up at me
questioningly, as if to say, "You done already?" Hey, I'm 18, my dick can
stay hard for hours, orgasm or not...  this time is no exception. 
Antoinette seems to gather this fact telepathically, and flashes me a
knowing smile before, like the little minx that she is, licking up the
remains of Alyshas girl juices from her hand.

   She then lowers her face down to her girlfriends' cum puddle, ass up in
the air and outstretched palms flat on the table, steadying her prayer-like
descent.  Sticking out her tongue, she proceeds to lap from the large, pool
of fresh pussy cream Alysha has discharged, swallowing it down with
pronounced, *gulps*.  She takes her time with this, slurping at her
leisure, hungrily gulping down the sweet nectar after each lap.

   Any momentum lost from my orgasm has just been entirely renewed after
witnessing the beautiful, young, ebony vixen passionately perform this act
of utter depravity.  Antoinette squirms around for a second atop the
sopping table, before spinning herself around so that her legs dangle off
the edge, facing me.  She raises her left leg and points her pussy
moistened toes at me, enticingly.

   "Now it's my turn...  get over here, you sexy man."

   The moment I've jerked it to hundreds of times...  Times a hundred.  I
will now "work" this girls tender body to the fullest.  I stand up, still
gripping my dripping cock, and slide the break chair over to sit in front
of the sandwich table.  I kneel on the seat in front of Antoinettes' little
body, placing my palms on her knees.  Alysha sits back up on her elbows,
and, actually keeping her mouth shut, curiously watches the events unfold.

   I slide my hand down Antoinettes lower leg, feeling the smooth, yet
somewhat sticky skin of her shin and calf.  I lean forward and kiss her
knee, before sliding my tongue down her sticky sweet shin, halting my lips
at the top of her foot.  She lets out a little squeal of delight, and my
penis twitches with equal fervour.  I then cup both plump little heels of
her tiny feet in one of my hands, and lift her deeply arched soles up to my
face.  With my other hand I press her soft, moist feet into my face,
inhaling the intoxicating fumes containing Alyshas pussy juices, and
Antoinettes own, pleasantly pungent skin secretions.

   I take a long moment to fully enjoy the aroma, and allow the drunken
lust to build up inside of me.  I suddenly lather my tongue over the entire
length of one foot, then the other, alternating feet for a moment before
calming down a bit and focusing on one at a time.  Antoinette releases a
few soft moans of pleasure as I begin to suck each one of her toes, in a
similar fashion to how Antoinette did Alyshas.  As I'm lost in the process
of worshipping Antoinettes dainty toes, she starts to wiggle her ass a
little, and slides her thumbs down the sides of her thong material,
stretching it out.  I notice this movement, and get the hint.  I pull
myself away from her scrumptious toes for a moment and hold her feet to one
side.  I dip my nose into Antoinettes constricting chasm, respective skin
still separated by the thin, damp thong fabric.  I grab the back elastic of
her thong and carefully peel it upwards, holding both her legs up above me
with my other hand.  As I slowly extract the garment from the musky depths
of her ass crack, milky strings disconnect from it and retract into sticky
blobs of girl cream.  Antoinettes' black panties are glistening wet with
the translucent, whitish stains of her sex.  Her pussy is shaved entirely,
but her dark butt hole still has a few stray pubes growing around it.  I
pull her panties off completely, and toss the slinky fabric to Alysha.  She
instinctively catches them, and cover her nose and mouth with them, closing
her eyes.

   I take a good look at my coworkers naked, wet booty.  Her black pussy
has bloomed, and the deep pink slit of her inner flesh seems to glow.  Her
fragrant fuchsia peeks out from betwixt the darkened ebony of her tender,
fleshy folds, and I feel the need to plunge my face into her slippery,
sweet sanctity.  I let my body take over.  I slip my tongue under within
the folds of Antoinettes' flesh, and taste the salty, numbing sensation of
her mound.  I stick my index finger into her opening, and find much
resistance.  This girl is so tight I wonder if I'll be able to fit my dick
in there.

   My cock wants to find out for sure, and it throbs in response to my
previous mental question.  I decide that it's time to do this proper.  I
stand up and take notice that my penis conveniently lines up perfectly with
her tiny, wet pussy.  Gripping both her feet in one hand by the ankles, my
other hand holds my straining penis in place, as I bring it in for a
landing.  Antoinette brings her petite little hand around and grips my
shaft, assisting in the manoeuvre.  Her tiny hand can't even fully complete
its grip around the throbbing circumference of my cock.

   The head of my penis kisses her hole, before finally plunging into her.
Her heat steady radiating from within, her pussy tightens its walls at the
sudden presence of my charging manhood.  I push deeper, until I am balls
deep in Antoinettes' snatch, and as my raging erection fills her guts
fully, a loud, breathy moan of pleasure escapes Antoinettes lips.  I slowly
retract my penis from her vagina, and it releases with a wet sucking sound.
I proceed back in slowly with repetitions, naturally speeding up the pace
in a gradual manner.

   The slapping sound of our wet bodies colliding.  The seductive biting
down on her lower lip.  The misty look in her eyes as our gazes lock.  I
realize that her bare feet are right in front of me for the taking.  As I
passionately pound her puss with my penis, I rake my teeth along down one
of her heels.  I breath in the scent of her soles, animalistic hips pumping
her poon.  I suddenly remember something from earlier, and give the side of
Antoinettes ass a hard smack.  She cries out in pleasure at this, and I do
it a few more times.

   I hear a second cry of pleasure and look over to see Alysha, spread
eagle, rubbing her pussy vigorously.  Her eyes meet mine and she gives me a
little smile, continuing to masturbate furiously.  The smell of sweat and
sex is now thick in the air.  Despite having just recently came, I won't be
able to take much more of this without once again exploding.  I slow my
pace, and Antoinette lowers her legs down, pushing off my chest with her
feet.  She spins her body and I assist her forwards as I realize she wants
it from behind.  She once again puts her face down to the table, and raises
her naked, dripping ass up in the air.

   Repositioning myself, I stand with one foot down on the break chair, and
the other on the slippery table.  The break chair should be enough to
prevent a fall, and I once again take aim.  My dick slides a little easier
now into Antoinettes engorged box, and I slap my palm down on her ass a few
more times, then gripping her glistening flesh, as I get back into the
rhythm of things.  She's now letting out little cries of amounting pleasure
with each thrust of my cock, and each slap of my palm.  After about a
minute of this she seems to be close to orgasm.  Then, much to my added
delight, Alysha decides slide her ass towards us.

   Alysha positions herself so that her back is against the wall, and her
swollen wet pussy is one again jammed into the blushing face of Antoinette.
Antoinette immediately begins sucking and licking Alyshas' cunt with
ferocity, and I continue to plug her muff, doggy style.  Alysha stretches a
long leg and pushes one finely shaped foot up into my face.  She smothers
my mouth and nose with her fanned out toes, poking them into my mouth, and
even once up into a flared nostril.  Without stopping, I speed up my
thrusts, and grab a hold of Alyshas bare foot.  Guess I'll get to taste her
toes after all!  The taste of Alyshas' salty toe skin, the sensation of
Antoinettes tensing pussy muscles...  It isn't long before I feel my next
orgasm bubbling up from the depths of my body.

   "I'M CUMMING!" I yell.

   Jolts of unbridled pleasure shoot throughout my body, and my huge penis
erupts with a godly blast of thick semen.  Greedily sucking Alyshas' spread
toes, I forcefully fill Antoinettes heaving cunt with a butt-load of jizz.
Antoinette releases a simultaneous moan of pleasure, although muffled by
Alyshas gyrating muff.  Antoinettes' pussy muscles contract, responding to
my eruption with a blast of her own juices, and her body shudders
violently. Our mixture of sex fluids combines to add to the pool on the
table, and also trails down our legs and bodies.  Alysha seems to have
another orgasm as well, as I see her squeeze her breasts tightly, body
convulsing.  Alyshas legs rest atop Antoinettes back and I slump down into
the break chair, fully satisfied, and suddenly exhausted.

   "That was...  somethin' else.." I say.

   "Fuckin' right...  helluva a way to pop a mans cherry."

   Antoinette just curls up on the table, apparently napping.  I suddenly
hear a beeping noise.  That of a horn.  Still dazed, I glance over in the
direction from which the sound is coming from.  I can just make out a
sliver of the storefront window.  Through it I see the flashing headlights
of an angry customer, patiently waiting to be served his late night coffee.