Not yet. A little setup, first.

The thought of rewarding these two women with a load of cum to their faces is a difficult one to resist, but you have bigger fish to fry. You smile down at the ladies, give the pooch one last pat on the head and then take a hard right into a nearby cafe.

Just as you expected, there's at least one mildly attractive woman typing away at her laptop at one of the tables. You approach her immediately, your confidence soaring for obvious reasons. "Whatcha got there?" you ask offhandedly. She rolls her eyes at you and does her best to ignore you. You continue unabashed. "Well, whatever it is, you're doing great. Why not give yourself a break by fetching me a drink and muffin while I use the computer for a bit."

Her demeanor instantly changes. "You know, I do deserve a break. Go ahead, I'll be right back." She gets up, smiles at you and walks towards the counter.

You get comfortable and open up the web browser. First thing you want to do is create a new email address. No sense in generating a bunch of spam if this doesn't pan out. Once that's done, you open a few social networking posting sites and create your own brand of content. You're still typing away when the computer's owner returns. She places a muffin, a brownie and a massive cup of coffee next to you. You eye the food for a moment before giving her a questioning look.

Smiling, she answers your unasked question. "I told the barista how good you were to me and she offered to upgrade the drink and throw in the brownie at no charge!" You're a little stunned. Apparently your "good will" got a little extra oomf to it. You pick up the coffee and take a long slow sip while eyeing the woman over. She seems to shift uncomfortably while waiting for you to respond. Glancing behind her, you look at the barista to take her in as well. Both women are brunettes. Both have similar builds, attractive, but not models. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful," she says, breaking the silence between you two. "But I should get back to work now."

You glance at the screen. You're not quite done yet. Looking back at her you reply, "Yes, of course. But before you do that, I wanted to say you were really quick in getting me these snacks and that barista is awfully nice. Why don't you invite her over here for a blowjob sandwich while I finish? As a way of saying thank you from me to you both."

The anonymous woman smiles again. "I'm sure she'd love that!" With that she flounces off back to the counter. You turn your attention back to your original task.

You type up an ad. The idea is very simple. You praise any woman who finds the ad and ask them to share it with other women they know as their "reward." Further down the list, it asks for a certain body type, attitude and financial status. You then congratulate the theoretical readers who meet your requirements by asking them to send you an email with full body shots in the nude and sexy lingerie, along with their contact information.

While you're composing, you feel two sets of hands begin removing your pants and underwear. In a moment, you are relieved of your lower garments and your bare ass is against the cafe seat. Your legs are **** apart and two sets of lips start to glide along either side of your semi-hard member.

You reach full mast rapidly and lean back. Placing one hand on either head, you release a low groan of pleasure. The lewd sound draws the attention of some of the other, nearby cafe customers. However, their only reaction is to smile at you and return to their own lives as if nothing happened.

You bask in the steady slurping, sucking, wet sounds issuing from under the table. "Ahh, mmm" you moan. "Ok, one of you suck my balls, the other gets to deepthroat me." The two respond immediately. One of your testicles gets licked and slobbered on while your cock disappears down a throat, gagging in its effort to take you fully.

"Ah, yes, this is what I needed," you say blissfully. A few light moans reverberating around your loins is your response. "I just had these two straight women kissing and finger fucking each other on the sidewalk like a pair oversexed, lesbian exhibitionists, all because I said they were good dog owners. God, I was so hard." You're not sure why you're confessing all this. It feels good to just let it out.

"Aw, that was decent of you to do that for them," replies a voice from under the table. A moment later the owner of the voice takes your other nut into her mouth and begins working it with her tongue.

"Ahh..." you moan in response. The one deepthroating you is dedicated. She has been nothing but symphony of gagging and gurgling sounds since you gave the order. "Oh, good girls. That's good work."

Your praise seems to ignite them further. One begins to fuck your cock with her face at a punishing pace while the other strives to fit both balls in her mouth. Your entire nether region is sloppy wet and you don't need to even peek under the table to know that both ladies' makeup is ruined.

However, look you do. You see that it's the computer woman who is desperately swallowing your pole over and over again while the barista's lips are wrapped around your jewels. It's a sloppy, sexy mess. A copious amount of drool and spit is dripping down your shaft and onto the barista's face. She doesn't seem to care and is, in fact, spreading it around the parts of your sack that she can't fit in her mouth. The sight is too much for you and sends you over the edge.

"Ugh, yes, jerk me off onto her face," you call out a little louder that you intended. Suddenly your shaft is free from it's wet, throaty prison and a fist wraps around it, pumping the slick surface with ease. The barista's face is poised directly at the end of your rod, mouth wide open and eyes closed. It only takes a few, quick pumps before you begin to unload onto her face. Several, long, white sticky ropes are now adorning her already slimy, ruined face.

You gasp for air for a bit before you can speak again. "That was great. As one last thank-you from me, you get to spend the rest of your shift like that," you address the barista.

"Oh! Thank you! I was hoping you'd say that!" She gives you a most sincere smile before pulling herself out from underneath the table and returning to work. When she gets back to the counter, you can already hear her explaining to her colleagues - and nearby customers - what you did to her, all the while brimming with pride for a job well done.