Routines

Dunkin Donuts was my spot, each morning before work,
Without their coffee helping me, my duties I might shirk.
Each morning eyelids stayed shut down, until my first hot sip,
Adept I was though half asleep, I never burnt my lip.

The cashier always flashed a smile then gave a donut free,
I wondered why but never asked, perhaps she just liked me.
One morning it was storming, my clothes were drenched right through,
The cashier turned and said no good, let's get you dry before your brew.

She led me to the restroom, with towels in her hand,
Took off my clothes, turned on the fan, and told me where to stand.
Surprised I was but yet obeyed, her orders were precise,
I dared not go against her wish, her stare had locked my eyes.

She stepped out of her clothing, leaning back to lock the door,
My gaze she held, I dare not move, while clothes dropped to the floor.
My throbbing tool then sprang to life, without control from me,
She cupped it in her soft warm hands, then slid down on her knees.

Her mouth and tongue were magic, I bit my thumb with joy,
Her lips caressed the shaft like silk, she played it like a toy.
My nut sack rested on her chin, the heat was quite intense,
Her hot breath warmed the cream inside, release me move the fence.

This donut angel backed away, climbed backwards on the sink,
Legs spread wide inviting me, there was no time to think.
Instinctively I cupped her legs, my shaft had split her lips,
She pulled me in and locked my waist, her hands guided my hips.

Cavernous surroundings, accepted my arduous thrusts,
With rhythmic beats we bared our souls, beyond the throes of lust.
Orgasm rocked our bodies, there was no holding back,
The words we never spoke each day,were muffled in the sack.

A gentle kiss, a playful hug is how we said goodbye,
To work I went, a joyful day, the guys thought I was high.
I never miss my coffee, I stop there every day,
Their bathroom holds sweet memories, I wish that I could stay.