Get coffee with Rebecca

I didn't want to be holed up all afternoon making up worst case scenarios for the evening, so I rang up Rebecca and asked her to head downtown with me for a cup of coffee and some best buddy time.

We decided to hit up the most convenient coffee shop, which just so happened to be part of a chain I'm not going to name here. Suffice it to say that its logo is green and white and features a stylized mermaid with ropes of cum laced across her face and her hair. The shop was pretty busy, being filled with people taking a break from whatever Saturday activities they were up to to enjoy a fresh cuppa.

We made our way to the counter, where we were greeted by a tiny spunky black barista -- "spunky" being the operative word here, as there was barely an inch of her that wasn't covered in man juice in various states of freshness. The logo on her apron was barely recognizable beneath the giant wet stains from which thick drops of cum were still generously dripping to the floor and onto the countertop. She wiped enthusiastically at an especially thick blob on the counter, but the movement only caused a new cascade of smaller drops to dislodge from her curly hair and spatter the register. She gave a good-natured shrug and greeted us with a wide smile.

"What can I get you guys?"
"A large coffee and a chocolate chip cookie for me, please," I said and turned to look at Becca.
"I'd like a pumpkin spice latte please, and, uhm, do you have any cream dispensers ready to go?" Her eyes lit up as she said that last part and she looked expectantly at the barista.
"Of course we do! They're right over there, take your pick and I'll call out your orders!"

Before taking our seats, we went over to where the barista had pointed, where several naked men sporting dark green sashes and erections of various hardness were being appraised by a small number of customers. They seemed to have every type covered: Tall, slim, impossibly handsome model-types, broad, muscular dudes with thick chest hair, lank, fit, hipster guys and everything in between. Their penises also came in every flavour. The only thing they all had in common was the fact that they were perfectly groomed and that their sashes all said "COMPLIMENTARY CREAM DISPENSER". Glancing around, I saw a few more of them standing near some of the tables, their cocks fully alert and ready to obey the whims of the customers who had chosen them.

Becca spent a few minutes debating whether she preferred the mainstream hunk with impressive muscles and a porn star cock or the alt-rock type with intricate tattoos that perfectly complimented his above average dick and dangling veiny nutsack. I didn't want to get dragged into a discussion on wang aesthetics again -- Rebecca could spend hours lecturing you on the perfect curvature of a penis in relation to the circumference of its balls if you were willing to listen to her -- so I went back to the counter and picked up our orders.

When I got to our table, Becca was already waiting for me. She had picked the rocker guy (I knew it!) and was idly stroking him into action while playing with her phone. When I set down our orders on the table, she immediately grabbed my cookie and bit off a large chunk.

"Oi! Sneaky cunt!" I gasped in mock surprise. "Careful! I am armed with a cock of considerate slapping power, watcha gonna do, nerd? You know I love your dick and all, but you just can't beat corporate penis, ya know."

I grumbled under my breath and sipped my mediocre coffee. Rebecca, meanwhile, was having her usual fun of tugging at the cream dispenser's cock and giving it wet slurps inbetween sips of coffee, slowly turning his shaft into a pumpkin spice-flavoured popsicle for her to enjoy. I was quite grateful for this as it gave her mouth something to do other than try to eat the cookie I had bought with my hard-earned cash.

I had thought about asking Rebecca how she thought I should best approach Natalie, but in the end I found it much more enjoyable to just spend some quality time with my best mate without occupying my head with angsty stuff. So, we spent a nice half hours just relaxing with our beverages, exchanging tidbits about what was going on in our respective lives at the moment. Becca kept stroking the cream dispenser throughout, seizing pauses in the conversation to give it a quick kiss on the tip or furtively nibbling at the still very impressive ball sack.

When she had finished her latte, she looked up at her cream dispenser, who nodded at her in return. Without exchanging a word, she suddenly grabbed his dick in a tight fist and started pumping it vigorously. The cream dispenser gave off a few subtle grunts, being careful not to be too loud so as not to disturb our conversation. After a minute, he reached out quickly and turned Rebecca's head towards him just in time for her to receive a full blast of his freshly made cream. It was obvious that he was a trained professional; the cum blasted out of his bouncing balls with such power that even Rebecca looked slightly surprised when the first hot jet hit her square between the eyes. The dispenser gave a few more jolts of his hips and followed the first shot with six or seven more bursts, each one perfectly aimed at a different section of Becca's face, hair and chest. When he had expended himself, he accepted Rebecca's generous tip, told us he hoped we enjoyed the service, and excused himself to get cleaned up and re-join the line of waiting dispensers beside the counter.

"Well, that was fun! And I've still got enough time to go home and get cleaned up so Josh can have a clean slut to **** tonight," she said with a wink as we left the coffee shop. I gave her a friendly hug, told her I was really looking forward to going out with her and the others in the evening, and watched her bounce off down the road, her premium coffe shop cream still glistening on her smiling face.