{"id":66,"date":"2013-03-11T17:01:37","date_gmt":"2013-03-11T17:01:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2013\/03\/11\/the-vending-machine\/"},"modified":"2013-03-11T17:01:37","modified_gmt":"2013-03-11T17:01:37","slug":"the-vending-machine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2013\/03\/11\/the-vending-machine\/","title":{"rendered":"The Vending Machine"},"content":{"rendered":"

There is already someone bent over the open vending machine when I creep down the empty hall with my quarters.\u00a0 <\/span>Cursing my bad luck, I stand a few yards away, weighing my options: I can wait until I get home, another five hours and a midnight away, or I can wait until the vending machine attendant is finished and get my goddamn peanut M&Ms.<\/p>\n

I watch for another moment.\u00a0 <\/span>The man is black, clean-shaven, and appears to be well-built, even squatting down junk food scattered around him.\u00a0 <\/span>I\u2019ve seen him before\u2014he\u2019s our regular stocking guy.\u00a0 <\/span>Perhaps, I think, palming my quarters, he\u2019ll trade me something for an extra fifty cents.<\/p>\n

The coins jangle and the man perks up.\u00a0 <\/span>I grumble, but it\u2019s too late.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cHi,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n

He sizes me up, getting in an extra long, lazy look.\u00a0 <\/span>The back of my neck warms.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cWell hello there,\u201d he says, grinning to show very white, very straight teeth.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cI didn\u2019t think anyone was workin\u2019 this late.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust me,\u201d I say with a dramatic sigh.\u00a0 <\/span>I chuckle.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cNormally even I don\u2019t indulge in night-owl shifts, but this project has <\/em>to get done.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAhhh.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>He straightens up, and I realize he is much taller than I am, and that his hands are rough but the calluses are worn down.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cNeed some relief?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>I almost don\u2019t comprehend what he\u2019s saying, but then I do, and the absence of my jacket is suddenly obvious.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cOh.\u00a0 <\/span>Heh.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>A nervous laugh. \u00a0<\/span>\u201cI mean, I\u2019m at work.\u00a0 <\/span>You don\u2019t think\u2014I mean, I guess no one\u2019s\u2014yeah.\u00a0 <\/span>Yeah.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>\u00a0<\/span>My hands go to my button-down shirt and flick open the top three.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cTake me against the vending machine.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>I kick my flip-flops against the wall.<\/p>\n

His whole face beams.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cYes ma\u2019am.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>He undoes his pants, drops them down to his feet, extends his hand.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cI\u2019m Trevor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMichi,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n

He tries out my name and it sounds good coming out in his honey voice.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cMichi.\u00a0 <\/span>Pretty name, pretty lady.\u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019m down to a cami and skirt.\u00a0 <\/span>The latter I hoist above my waist, revealing the pussy I remembered to shave this morning.\u00a0 <\/span>Trevor gazes at it, gives an admiring nod, and then squats down just like he was when I first saw him.\u00a0 <\/span>Only this time his mouth is level with my clit, and he takes advantage of this fact.\u00a0 <\/span>In seconds I have one hand in his short hair and the other against the wall, and I\u2019m moaning as he swirls my whole lower business with his tongue.<\/p>\n

He strokes to both sides of my labia; he pinches my clit between his thick lips and makes me squeal.\u00a0 <\/span>Finally, panting, I tap the side of his face gently.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cMy turn.\u201d<\/p>\n

He obliges, draping his massive, cut cock over the top of his boxers.\u00a0 <\/span>I gaze at it for a moment, imagining taking its bulk in my tiny Asian cunt.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cMmm.\u00a0 <\/span>I\u2019ll manage.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>I tilt my eyes upwards and give him a conspiratorial look before taking as much in my mouth as I can.\u00a0 <\/span>I gag and he sighs, hands to my hair.\u00a0 <\/span>He rocks that way for a while and I experiment with my teeth, my tongue, my palate.<\/p>\n

Trevor is grunting with every movement now and he knows he\u2019s close.\u00a0 <\/span>He pushes me away and then grabs my wrists, pulling me up and turning me around so my back is to the vending machine in the same movement.\u00a0 <\/span>One hand toys with my breasts and the other brings his cock to the right level and he hovers there.<\/p>\n

\u201cReady?\u201d he asks, and I nod.\u00a0 <\/span>He pushes in.\u00a0 <\/span>He fills me completely; I can feel him pushing into the back of me.\u00a0 <\/span>I feel gloriously helpless, pinned against the warm glass of the vending machine.\u00a0 <\/span>Trevor flicks wildly at my nipples, his other hand massaging my mound, and then he comes, leaning into me.\u00a0 <\/span>I lean back and we feel like one creature, shaking together.<\/p>\n

After a second, Trevor plants a kiss on the top of my head.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cBest day at work ever.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAgreed.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>I squeeze his elbow and, when he lets me go, start to collect my clothes.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cHey, maybe I\u2019ll start working later more often.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like that,\u201d he says, grinning, and rips the tape off a box of peanut M&Ms.<\/p>\n

I laugh and hand him five quarters.\u00a0 <\/span>He hands me back a packet and tips an invisible cap.\u00a0 <\/span>I head back to my desk with new energy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There is already someone bent over the open vending machine when I creep down the empty hall with my quarters.\u00a0 Cursing my bad luck, I stand a few yards away, weighing my options: I can wait until I get home, another five hours and a midnight away, or I can wait until the vending machine … <\/p>\n

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