It's a sunny afternoon and there's a café worker in the middle of his shift. The morning rush is long gone, and he's only serving a couple people every half hour. He ducks under the doorway to the back of the store, getting the boxes from the back to refill ingredients. He's humming along to a Christmas song when he sees a new customer wander into the store.
I stop in the middle of the store just looking over the menu quickly before shooting him a quick smile. I didn't really know what I wanted yet when a quick thought popped into my head, "Hey... I don't have my wallet with me. Do you guys take other payment methods too?"
He gives me a quick smile back, "Of course! For all customers we accept pussy as an acceptable form of payment. If you're only getting a pastry or something small, a blowjob will also suffice" He taps on the counter. There resides a small picture of a credit card next to a pair of stick figures engaging in a sexual act with a green check mark above it.
"Oh, oh that's perfect! Yeah you can definitely have my pussy. Can I just get a latte to go then?" I said, relieved knowing I could still get my coffee fix. Looking around the shop I came with my next question, "Where do I pay?"
He gives a shout to the other baristas, telling them to start on your latte. He turns back to you, his customer service smile beaming at you kindly, "Well I've still got customers coming in, so it'd be best if I stood you right here," he says, taking a step back and gesturing to the spot right in front of the counter. "Latte's are a bit more expensive than a regular brew. So you're going to have to take it raw." He says, taking a step back and gesturing to the cashier spot. You see he has no pants on, per regulations of working in service. There is a visibly large tent poking through his green apron with a small damp spot forming right at the end of it... "Please hurry mam, I'll have customers coming in soon."
I nod, quickly making my way behind the counter restating the details of my payment under my breath to make sure I'm not getting ripped off. I feel a hand on my back suddenly press me forward, bending me forward over the counter. The loose fabric of my sundress peeled up off my ass effortlessly, quickly exposing my bare and shaven slit. I let out a loose sigh, like I'd just dropped my house keys, and shuffled my feet a little to get as comfortable as it allowed.
I reevaluated my payment and quickly spoke, "Raw? I was hoping you guys used condoms?" I simply asked, my warm heat exposed to the cool cafe air.
I watch as he steps forward a little and moves his green apron out of the way. His hard member presses against my ass, sliding it up and down easily from all the precum leaking from the tip. It coats the valley of it thoroughly, including both of the holes that reside there. The length feels about average, but the thickness feels girthier than anything you've taken in the past. Small groans escape my lips every time it glides across my pussy and ass, wondering when it will eventually breach my hole. His two hands begin to spread me open further. I feel him slowly position the bulbous head of his shaft at the entrance, feeling it throb against my labia. "If you'd like to change your order we can still do that..."
I sigh out softly as I feel the tip lightly spread my entrance open, "No, no... it's okay!" Precum would have already leaked into me at this point. Go ahead and have my pussy..." A quick thought pops into my head, "Do you cum inside as well?" I asked, bracing to feel the first thrust into my body.
"Oh no, that would only be if you choose to have the drink, for here." He emphasizes the "for here", as a good employee would. "you'll have to let me know where you want me to finish though, but that can come later."
