Momentarily spent, you collapse into a nearby easy chair and glance around the room. At this hour there's a mix of business professionals, students, and the obvious unemployed. A thought strikes you: people will be filtering in and out of this place all day. Why bother running around chasing tail when it can come straight to you?
A simple mental nudge and all the males in the room simultaneously decide to head off to the rest of their day. As they filter out, you broadcast a larger shift to ensure that attractive females between 18 and 45 will be drawn to this particular shop should they pass it by, with everyone outside that bracket ignoring it entirely.
You're left with a room full of perhaps twenty women. The redheaded barista's service at the counter inspires you to create a small toy chest next to the untouched board games sitting on a bookshelf.
You make a polite mental suggestion to the blonde twenty-something who is reading a romance paperback within arm's reach of your new creation. Without even looking up, she distractedly slips her hand inside the chest and rummages for a moment before coming out with a vibrator. She licks it up the side before sliding her lips down its length, wetting it with her saliva. She sets the vibrator down for a moment to pop the fly of her jeans and rearrange herself on the couch, shifting her pants far enough to press the vibrator's length against her bare slit. A telekinetic touch from you to switch the vibrator on, and she shivers from the stimulation.
You turn your attention to a professionally-dressed woman working on her laptop at a table. She stands up momentarily to claim her order at the bar, and by the time she's returned to her chair you've altered it slightly. Now a six-inch rod thrusts up from the center of the wooden seat like a saddle pommel. Nonplussed, she hikes up her skirt until she can position herself over the structural dildo. She rubs her clit for lubrication and eases herself down onto it slowly. When her opened lips touch the base, she returns to sipping her drink and typing away.
You overhear a new customer ordering at the bar, a bespectacled brunette. "Pardon me," you interject, "but you should really try that with thick cream. It really adds something."
"Oh, okay," agrees the brunette. To the barista, "With thick cream, please."
You give a little mental guidance to the barista, who grins. She prepares the drink as ordered, then leans back against the counter behind her and pushes her apron to the side. When she spreads her legs you can see a gap left in the crotch of her daisy dukes. The redhead sucks her index finger for a moment, then shoves two fingers into her pussy. She curls them out, covered in her juice, and wipes them on the rim of the coffee cup before capping it and passing it to the brunette.
The brunette sips her drink. "You were so right! It's much sweeter that my usual creamer. Thank you!"
"You're welcome!" The barista smiles and bites her fingertip.
You glance back at the blonde on the couch - she's purring happily, eyes closed, thighs closed tightly around her hand in her crotch, body occasionally jumping with pleasure.
A trio of Asian college students enters the coffee bar dressed in miniskirts and tight t-shirts. While they're ordering, you notice there aren't any tables free for them. Luckily the professional woman is about to leave. You watch as she shuts her laptop, then plants both hands on the tabletop to pry herself off the dildo, leaving it slick with her cum. She packs up her things and starts to make a phone call on her cell.
"Excuse me, you're not going to leave it like that are you?" you interrupt her call.
"Hang on, John," she says into the phone. Then she looks back and starts. "Oh! Thank you for reminding me, I hate when I forget." She kneels in front of the chair and sucks the shaft clean. Turning to you, she says, "Tastes like I've been eating strawberries!" With a wink at you she picks up her phone and continues, "I'm back, John, I had to clean up my cum. Where were we?" She heads for the exit, still chatting.
You beckon to the three Asian girls and point out the now-empty table. They smile at you as they drop their books. Two of them grab chairs from neighboring tables which you quickly alter. All three stand around the table, looking at each other and giggling. They they clasp hands and slide down the dildos into their seats, sighing when they reach the bottom. One of them fidgets uncomfortably for a moment, then stands up again. She walks over to your chest and picks out a small toy, then returns to her table. With her back to you, she bends forward and reaches up her miniskirt to expose her dripping cunny and asshole. With eyes shut, she exhales slowly and works the anal plug up her ass. When it's fully inside her, she sits back down on her chair.
"Sorry," she apologizes to her two friends. "I just can't focus unless both my holes are full." All three open their textbooks and start chatting, taking notes with the right hand and rubbing themselves with the left.
All this activity has your cock fully restored and begging for release. You're about to stand when the redhead barista taps you on the shoulder.
"Hate to bug you but I was hoping you could help me out," she says. "Alyssa there," she gestures at the brunette in glasses at the counter, "wants another coffee to go, but I'm almost out of thick cream. Would you mind?" You nod happily, and she breaks into a brilliant smile. "Thanks."
The barista effortlessly pops your cock back out. She plants one hand on your chest, pushing you back in the comfortable chair, and slides into your lap. With her apron in the way you can only feel the wet lips of her cunt stroking up your shaft. Her hips rock expertly to guide your tip into her entrance. "By the way, my name's Sandy," she winks as her passage wraps around you. She straightens up and pushes all the way down onto the hilt of your shaft, then guides your hands to her tits while she bounces. In just a few minutes, you feel your come surging up and into her velvet slit.
"Ooh, that's a lot!" she coos as she climbs off you. You can see fluid still dripping down her thighs as she walks back around behind the register. Just as before, she sits on the edge of the counter, spreads her legs, and slides two fingers inside her well-lubed pussy. She pulls out a mixture of her own cum mixed with your milky seed and adds it to the customer's coffee.
Alyssa sniffs deeply, then takes a sip. "Wow, it's so warm! And the cream has a sweet tang to it." She slips a few dollars into the tip jar. "I'll remember to always ask for you, Sandy!" She looks at you and waggles her fingers on the way out. "Thanks again!"
You look back at Sandy behind the counter. She grins and lifts her apron, displaying her creamy slit. "Couldn't have done it without you, sailor!" |