Just grab my coffee and go

My coffee was ready, so I grabbed it and moved onto the milk station. Today’s milk-slut looked pretty young, probably still in her teens. She was locked into place around her waist, her feet also attached to a spreader bar and her arms tied behind her back, forcing her chest forward. All milk-sluts had huge tits of course, and this girl was no exception, larger even than my mom’s bimbo knockers. As I approached I saw one of the few male baristas whipping the milk-slut’s ass with a riding crop, occasionally bringing the crop up to strike her direct on her dripping cunt. It’s well known that pain makes a woman’s milk taste better, so this was an important job. With this in mind, I slapped the girl’s face, her blindfold giving her no warning of my approach. She moaned around her cow-print ballgag, drool flowing down her chin and dripping onto her swollen udders. I placed my coffee under one large nipple and squeezed her flesh forcefully, sending milk spurting out into my drink. I judged that enough time had passed for my coffee to not be scalding hot, so I used the slut’s elongated nipple to stir her milk into my coffee, bringing forth another moan. I slapped her other cheek before leaving, slurping at my coffee. Delicious.

Outside the coffee place I had to sidestep the two teens from earlier as they were gang-fucked by at least a dozen men. Both girls were held suspended as they were stuffed in all three holes and eagerly jerked more waiting cocks. The redhead caught my eye and gave me a wink. I shot her a thumbs up, but I couldn’t delay any longer. My target’s shift would be over soon, and I didn’t want to miss this opportunity.