All my life I had suffered sexual anxiety. I went to college but studied communications and that gets you nothing. I had a job working at this bakery, a family owned bakery that specialized in morning pastries and made to order cakes for events. This man came in every morning to get a croissant and a cup of coffee. Same order every day. One morning, I was the one behind the cash register and he was the only customer in the shop and I commented that he should change up his order. His answer was what would I say if my husband told me he was tired of the same old pussy and he wanted something different.

Well first of all I wasn't married, I was 24 and didn't even have a boyfriend. Secondly I had never had an old guy use the word pussy with me to my face. Thirdly he stared at me and asked me if my pussy was fresh because a man only wants fresh pussy, not day old pussy. He put his croissant down and said he wanted pussy instead, pussy with cream cheese and strawberries, served open on a hot bed and that after he ate that pussy he was going to fuck that pussy.

I apologized and tried to get away but he wouldn't let me walk away, he never touched me but I could not walk away, he kept saying "Well?, how about that pussy I ordered".

Every day he came in he would not check out unless I was at the cash register, he asked me if we had cream cheese, strawberries, if his pussy was hot because his dick sure was. He got me to tell him when I got off and I told him that I wasn't going to go with him, but he came at my shift's end and he told me had brought me a hard dick and he had come for hot pussy. A block from the shop he stopped me and said he wasn't in for gaming around, he wanted my hot pussy and he meant to have my pussy. He stood real close to me and kissed me.

Well you give in, I just followed him to the metro, we rode to his apartment and he laid me on the bed and ate my pussy, he got some whipped cream out of his refrigerator and had me lay open while he squirted it on and then ate me some more. He asked about my cherry, he asked if I was ready for my banana. All this time I still had my clothes on except my shoes and underwear. He undressed and asked me how I liked my dick, hard, semi hard, if I liked to suck on my dick first or if I wanted it straight in. How about sucking it first? So I did, while he got my clothes off and then he got on and fucked me.

I can't say what all I felt at that moment. Relief? Pain? Pleasure? I didn't want to get dressed and I laid there naked on the bed and told him I wanted to put some whipped cream on his dick and I sucked him again. I told him I wasn't very experienced and all this was weird. He told me that I needed to try doggy style, to suck his dick until he was hard again and get on my hands and knees and lower my head and he would fuck me up like a bitch in heat. I wasn't all that self conscious until he got his dick in me, and then I started to think that he was looking at my butt hole while he fucked me.

I asked him not to look and he said he was actually thinking of giving me a bit up my ass if I wanted to. I declined but it didn't stop him from touching me. After we had sex, and we were dressed again and he was going around seeing if there was something to eat he told me I had done good, I was good pussy and he liked fucking good pussy and he needed to fuck me again sometime. He gave me this story about how I was supposed to want to suck his dick every time I saw him. It doesn't work that way. What works is having him grab my hand or put his hand behind my head and pull me towards him to kiss me.

We don't talk crude in the shop anymore, only sometimes when we are alone. He says he doesn't want to order any other kind of pussy, he says mine is quite all right and he is going to keep fucking it as long as it stays fresh and hot. He isn't that old, he is nine years older than me, it's the suit that makes him look old. I am used to his dick now, and I won't say I think about sucking him, but before he is going to fuck me I usually suck his dick. I like the whipped cream and strawberries thing, I am pretty good a laying back on the bed for him while he preps his desert and eats it. I guess I am over my anxiety now.