Café Voyex. (Open for all voyeurs & exhibitionists)

In a truly libertarian land, somewhere sometime, there is a café they call Voyex. There, exhibitionists know they will have an appreciative audience for whatever they wish to display. Voyeurs gather in the knowledge that their delectation will inevitably be met. Anyone may drop in at ant time, but please introduce yourselves.

Every evening is different at Café Voyex. Come, sit at a table, what is your pleasure? All are welcome.

Businessman Joss Hungwell enters. 42yo 5’11” + 7" jogs to keep fit, prefers to surreptitiously admire the firm young bodies of young women often because of their misjudged attire. He’s just completed a multimillion deal after complex negotiation. He sits at a table and orders coffee. He looks around to see what, whom, might be of interest to him to help him unwind by making his blood pressure rise, and maybe more!

During a quiet period, waitress ‘Candy’ comes to clean the table Joss sits at. Candy’s uniform barely covers her. She eyes Joss with a lascivious smile as she bends forward while slowly and deliberately wiping across the table several times. Her heavy breasts move gently within her low-cut top, the nipples coming into, out of, into, out of view as the table gets a thorough wipe. Joss is going to give Candy a BIG tip. Candy is very pleased to see the huge bulge her customer has. She sits on his lap…

As Candy wiggles her ass into Joss's crotch she says that there should be a rush of customers any time now...

Candy

Candice (Candy) Raines
Age: 23
Waitress
Long blonde hair, big brown eyes, full lips.
Large 40 D breasts, small waist, round, firm ass, Candy is a size 6 in clothing, but needs extra room up top for her large breasts. Candy is flirtatious and loves to play sex games in public but in private enjoys the submissive role.

Candy waits to see if he'll bite, she has been horny since lunchtime and usually doesn't go that long unfulfilled. She reaches up her manicured nails and lightly traces an outline of Joss's jaw, purposefully, rubbing her ass against his ever growing bulge. She wants to play.

Petite Candy gyrates on Joss’s lap while he gazes down her uniform at breasts that seem to belong to a larger woman. He notices perfectly attended fingertips flowing over his features their touch charged with promise. He imagines those fingers amid the folds of the unclad gape grinding into his thigh, staining his trouser with desire. Candy’s eyes smile onto his, making his trapped erection even more strained particularly since she handles his hardness through the thin material. Candy knows exactly what she is doing and she will not allow Joss’s trousers any more stains so she gets up just as Joss feels the distinct hardness of an imbedded pearl on his thigh. Joss, red faced with pleasurable torment, watches Candy return to her counter, not even attempting to tidy her skirt, folded above her ass. Joss is left at his table thoroughly teased but he’s sure Candy has more delight in mind for him. His obvious erection is sidled under the table as composure temporarily reasserts itself over the businessman.

Candy would laugh at the result of her antics but she's not that cruel. She sees waiting customers and goes to the counter to get some menu's and take their orders. She flirts in her obvious way with them too but still maintains most of her eye contact with Joss, the regular. Oh, he is so fucked tonight. But, business first. With her friendly and flirtatious smile she takes the orders, not even bothering to stop a stray hand from wandering up her thigh to squeeze one cheek of her frim, round ass. She instead eats up the other customer's attention and uses it to boost business and excite her other customers some more. She ensures a very large order is taken and a very large tip for herself in the process. Stopping back at the counter to recount the order to the cooks in the back she then finally brings her attention back to the regular, Joss. He's the only one of the regulars she hasn't yet gotten fucked by and she is curious why he has waited so long. She returns to his table again sliding into his booth beside him, hand on his thigh as she leans in and whispers, "Sorry, love, duty called. Can I do anything for you?" 'Do' was accented as if to tell him she would 'do' him right there if he would just get up the nerve and ask for it already.

Joss’s predilection for observing the charms of any nubile female that frequented this extraordinary establishment momentarily blinded him to the fact that Candy was coming on to him, big time. She was always the most pleasantly dressed waitress, the most revealing that is. Today she was much more physical than she had been previously; Joss got her message loud and clear. Mentally, he adjusted his focus from purely visionary delights to thoughts on where and how he was going to have this delicious creature. He remembered once he had needed to escape through the back when some heavies from a rival business were sent to rough him up for taking a lucrative deal away from them. Joss beckoned Candy with a wave of his empty coffee cup. She was told to follow him to the back alley. Candy’s eyes widened and shone as if a long anticipated present was suddenly delivered.

As soon as they arrived in the dingy, rubbish strewn alley Joss smothered Candy’s questioning words with his lips on hers. Fabulously thick and sweet, Joss’s hunger was transferred through them to Candy’s body which fell limp in his supporting arms.

Without warning Joss grabbed at her uniform and tore it to expose her breasts. Two thrusting nipples vied for his attention Joss chose one to suck to her accompanying squeals.

Candy growing ferment could be heard reverberating along the alley but she still had the wit to reach down and unbuckle Joss’s belt and access what she desperately wanted. As soon as she had freed his tool Joss effortlessly lifted Candy and impaled her through welcoming, slippery folds. Candy clung onto Joss as her pounding began. At first the coordination faltered but very soon they were humping in harmony. Despite Candy’s petite frame and the length and girth of his tool mismatching it’s hot sheath Joss found his cock slithered smoothly inside her. His pummelling of her cunt was eased by copious amounts of lubrication flowing over his piston. He could feel little friction, except for a hard bead rubbing along the top of his shaft as he thrust. Candy was feeling plenty tho. Discernible squishing mingled with Candy’s vocal expressions of her passion.

Joss had a trick he was using. Although he was fucking Candy as furiously as she could wish, in his mind he took a step back, watching her as if she was performing for his voyeuristic pleasure. He was enjoying the spectacle without the imminent risk of ejaculation and so he persevered, watching Candy’s pleasure, occasionally discerning a wave interrupt his tool’s passage inside her. Candy was becoming languid in his arms, her frame limp as still he fucked her, watching pleasure drain her to blissful fatigue. Tho his cock was thick with desire it would not suddenly add it’s fluids to hers, Joss wanted them expended in another way.

Wan and spent Candy felt Joss relent. She hadn’t felt him come, was she so far gone she hadn’t noticed? She didn’t think so, she was primed for the joy of his orgasm spurting into her. Exhaustion mingled with her satiated body and mind as she heard joss tell her he wanted her glorious lips to bring him the final pleasure.

OOC: I was trying to help you out but you seem to have this handled all on your own there, big boy. What fun is an SRP thread if only one person gets to SRP and the other doesn't even get to write their part? Granted, you write excellent and that was a great scene, but you took over and left nothing for me to do except read.

OOC

or you could continue from there

I assume you want(ed) shorter postings?

OOC: Not necissarily but I did want to describe the character I took on's actions or feelings in the moment. You even did her thinking for me. In my eyes, that means you don't need help with her. I'm not offended, if you want this to be your narrative I can go away for you.

OOC: I’m new to SRP so still learning, thank you for setting me straight, I appreciate it. I’ll be more aware in future threads.

'Wan and spent Candy felt Joss relent. She hadn’t felt him come, was she so far gone she hadn’t noticed? She didn’t think so, she was primed for the joy of his orgasm spurting into her. Exhaustion mingled with her satiated body and mind as she heard joss tell her he wanted her glorious lips to bring him the final pleasure.'

Candy's puzzlement was solved in that final statement and, though she was a little dissappointed at not being fully pleasured herself she was more than happy to oblige him his request this time.

Kneeling before his dripping wet cock, which still was hard and erect for her she first licked the moisture that was a combination of his mixed with her own off of his head before wrapping a tight seal around it with her lips and plunging him into her mouth, sucking hungrily on his throbbing rod. He groaned in response and she almost stopped to smile, almost, but instead focused her energy on sucking him off good and proper, letting his cock go deeper and deeper into her mouth until finally he was touching the back of her throat with his tip. Being an expert at good blow-hobs, Candy was able to relax her throat muscles and shut down the gag reflex so he could enjoy fucking her face as deep and hard as he pleased as she provided suction, moisture and guidance for him.

OOC:

Candy: ‘though she was a little dissappointed at not being fully pleasured herself’

Joss: ‘occasionally discerning a wave interrupt his tool’s passage inside her’

I would never leave a lady unsatisfied!

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IC:
Joss’s cock disappeared into Candy’s mouth. He weakened at the sight of her fat lips surrounding his shaft, he thrilled at her big brown eyes looking up at his together with the expert manipulation of his cock by her mouth they conspired to force Joss to relinquish his control and he came, forcibly. He closed his eyes, held her head and felt the pleasure. The little minx was good. Joss felt powerful contractions vacate his fluids. His moaning echoed another, how she did not gag he did not know, but his pleasure was great. That she yielded to his wishes Joss found most arousing, he found himself wondering if he might enjoy her company for more elaborate fun & games, why not.

Spent, flaccid and sticky he looked down at his manhood, near her face. Her torn uniform hanging below her beautiful breasts, he wanted more of her, do things to her, things that lurked in the darker niches of his psyche. His mind was a maelstrom of possibilities of perverted sexual pleasure he imagined they might indulge in. For now he was satisfied, and she? He enquired, was there anything else she cared to enjoy?

welshman said:

OOC:

Candy: ‘though she was a little dissappointed at not being fully pleasured herself’

Joss: ‘occasionally discerning a wave interrupt his tool’s passage inside her’

I would never leave a lady unsatisfied!

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IC:
Joss’s cock disappeared into Candy’s mouth. He weakened at the sight of her fat lips surrounding his shaft, he thrilled at her big brown eyes looking up at his together with the expert manipulation of his cock by her mouth they conspired to force Joss to relinquish his control and he came, forcibly. He closed his eyes, held her head and felt the pleasure. The little minx was good. Joss felt powerful contractions vacate his fluids. His moaning echoed another, how she did not gag he did not know, but his pleasure was great. That she yielded to his wishes Joss found most arousing, he found himself wondering if he might enjoy her company for more elaborate fun & games, why not.

Spent, flaccid and sticky he looked down at his manhood, near her face. Her torn uniform hanging below her beautiful breasts, he wanted more of her, do things to her, things that lurked in the darker niches of his psyche. His mind was a maelstrom of possibilities of perverted sexual pleasure he imagined they might indulge in. For now he was satisfied, and she? He enquired, was there anything else she cared to enjoy?

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Candy grinned, "Well actually, I was wondering if you could help me finish off." she said. There was a motercycle parked nearby. She didn't care who's it was. She straddled the big bike, bending her kees so that her heels were up against her buttocks and her legs were wide open to reveal her wet, and wanting pussy as she fingered herself indicating with her free hand that Joss should come and help her, in any way possible.

Joss couldn’t refuse her even tho she seemed insatiable. The gloom of the alley couldn’t dim the gleam of her pussy drooling with gooey desire. Its heady aroma filled Joss with renewed vigour and his erection gathered strength again. He attached his mouth to the treat. His tongue lapped away her cream and replaced it with his drool. He listened to her sounds for his pleasure and as cue’s for his performance. He heard which technique she preferred and provided her with an extended application. Licking and sucking her labia as an aside so she could catch her breath. Then renewing an assault on a rich pink pearl that appeared to shine in appreciation. With one hand on his dick, another’s fingers curled into her cunt to beckon her g-spot to the action as he continued the technique she acclaimed as her preferred…

Candy writhed and moaned vocalizing her pleasure loudly as Joss went to work on her pussy with a vigour she would not have thought possible. "mmmm fuck yeah that's good, Joss-baby. " she groaned as he pushed her closer and closer to her edge. "Oh, baby I'm going to cum any second!" she exclaimed as her movements grew more wild and frantic, her legs spasming beneath her.

Joss persisted, he knew she was on the very edge, he wanted her orgasm to bring him to his second. Both his hands worked for both...

Soon, Candy was shaking uncontrollably, her whole body seemed to flush as she screamed a primal sounding cry before her shudders gave way to a gush of female cum, her juices all over Joss's face, his hand, her's, and the stranger's bike. She was still panting and shaking even as the orgasm itself calmed down. "Oh, oh, yessssss." she breathed.

Joss almost faltered his stroke when she squirted in his face but he managed to add his groan of pleasure to hers. He couldn’t care less about his expensive suit, covered as it was with glorious female ejaculate. Never had he experienced such a gush as this. He found a handkerchief and wiped his face then his tender, limp cock. He watched Candy writhing in a post-orgasmic haze, her whole body pink thanks to him. A flow covered the bike she lay across, he didn’t want to be around when the owner returned and found his or her pride and joy stained with they knew not what. With a final look at her, dishevelled and posed like a porn shoot, he left for the men’s room enjoying the fact she had no useable clothing when she finally recovered from her bliss.

Once Candy had recovered from her fabulous orgasm she scurried into the cafe through the kitchen, to the shock and amusement of the cooking staff as she trotted in naked, her torn, and soaked uniform swinging in her perfectly manicured hands. She smirked, gave a wave and then passed them by to head for the store room and lockers where she knew there were extra uniforms and she dressed quickly. The new uniform was a little stiff and tight but she knew it would relax after a washing or two. She laughed at the torn and stained one, leaving it on the boss's desk with an apology note and the 25 dollars it was worth to replace it. By the time she'd returned to the floor, ready to wait tables again, she'd only missed about five minutes, fourteen, including the quickie in the back alley. As she re-entered the main part of the cafe she winked at Joss and then brought the waiting table of customers their orders.

OOC: Welshman indulges himself…

IC:
Joss, sitting back at his table took some time to calm himself before he prepared to depart. He watched Candy, freshly uniformed, flirt outrageously with other customers. Then someone else caught his eye.

A very sophisticated looking lady entered. She seemed too upper class for this establishment but perhaps she had heard of its reputation and had come here to entertain herself. She was tall, long legged, wearing a short, an extremely short, skirt made of some black elasticated material desperately attempting to cling onto its owner’s hindquarters. Her legs were sublimely toned, perhaps she was a dancer, Joss mused. Inside her tailored white diaphanous shirt her pert breasts were observable, so Joss availed himself of this facility. He estimated they were of the ‘C’ variety. As she walked, light filtered through her top and sparkled on adornments through her aroused nipples. Joss could see more clearly now, brown and pointed with chunky gold rings through them, one vertical the other horizontal, nice touch Joss thought.

As she traversed the tables, she walked slowly, deliberately, every action graceful. She wore a large flimsy hat, delicate lace gloves, high heels she clearly did not need and a pair of expensive sunglasses. She wandered around the tables a while, not choosing one to sit at, perhaps just allowing eyes to enjoy her, enjoying eyes on her. Then she chose one, near Joss, sat facing him and crossed her legs before Joss had the awareness to look. Joss got excited again, tho he got the impression he wouldn’t be needing to get his dick out again, and it was still sore, poor thing.

Another waitress called at her table and the opulent lady simply announced: ‘tea, scones, strawberry jam.’ No please, no thank you. She was perhaps used to being served upon Joss further mused.

To prepare for her tea & scones she began to remove her lace gloves, one finger at a time, carefully, precisely, joss was mesmerized. He realized her shades were aimed in his direction tho he could not see her eyes. Ignoring its soreness, his cock grew.

Once four fingers and one thumb were extracted, the dainty glove was removed and placed on the table. She uncrossed her legs, keeping her knees together, and began the same procedure on the other half of the pair. As the glove’s little finger was pulled her knees opened, slightly. The next was accompanied by a stiletto angled outward. Then the next finger; the other shoe. The index finger pull made her knees open so her shoes were vertical again, aligning her thighs with Joss to allow his eyes only to see what she wanted. Joss’s erection and heart-rate grew with every pull of the glove, this one made his heart jump as he could see her cunt was, as anticipated, bare. Bare and bald, astonishingly bald up to the very tip of her cleft above which was abundantly hirsute. Just below this dense growth her clit- hood was pierced through with a piece of jewellery worthy of its place. A second or two later, the thumb extracted, her knees parted as wide as Joss could possibly desire. As if she was completely oblivious, she showed Joss her cunt. Joss glanced up at her, she was expressionless but staring back at him, at least her dark glasses were.

The waitress brought her tea, madam ignored her, tho the waitress seemed to be enthralled at the jewellery, Joss assumed, as she unloaded her tray.

Spreading her jam onto her scones and drinking her tea, she kept her legs apart for Joss and surprisingly infrequent passers-by to survey. Joss noticed a gradual change in the spectacle. It oozed, at first imperceptibly, then clearly so. Labia parted as they thickened. Joss looked back and forth at her cunt and her sunshades. Sticky bridges spanned her twin lips as they gaped unaided. She continued her tea. Her jewellery moved, Joss could see a gleaming precious stone assert itself over the upstart attached to its lid.


Joss leaned forward, he was now fully tuned in to her wavelength. He watched, stared intently and kept on until he saw her cunt contract while she sipped her cup of tea. The rest of her hardly let on she came. A subtle shiver, a slight opening of her mouth, a brief exhale. Joss knew. Her cunt gave her away.

She stood, left a large banknote on her table and then tidied her skirt down her buttocks. She approached Joss and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. She thanked him for being a perfect gentleman, took her shades off and thanked him for her orgasm. She left as gracefully as she entered.

Joss decides to stay a while longer in case any more gorgeous women Enter Café Voyex.

Candy continued to flirt with customers and wait tables. Every once in a while she would wink her eye at Joss as she passed, a special knowledge passed between them now that went beyond mere flirtation.

Faye Spells is a recently legalized young college student. She is of fair beauty, standing 5'2, and weighing just under 110 lbs. Her hair was once auburn, but she has since neglected recoloring it and now the natural inky black of her god given tresses overtake the bloody red. She has petal lips, small in shape, but full in size as they rest against her face to accentuate all features. Her eyes are a dusty shade of green, but too near hazel to give them praise. Pleased by her appearence, she is very concious of her manicured nails, and waxed brows. Vain, some might say. With a body, generously riddled with plump hips, and large natural breasts, she is all too calm when displaying her most revealing attire. And the old habit of wearing nothing but heels, leaves her feeling naked without. Though perhaps she was nearly naked to begin.
She enters the cafe as a customer, gleaming with the heat of her nerves, as she crosses her legs and obnoxiously flails a foot. Her eyes follow only those with appear to linger on her. And she decides what she'll order along with excitement.