A thirsty lady

You turn and see a pale, slender woman. She looks to be a decade older than you; she is wearing casual clothes and holding a small cup of java. Her long hazel hair framed a long face, though she had a soft warm grin.

She is not really your type, but your years in 4-H and National Honors Society have taught you to always be helpful. Also, this was a good learning opportunity.

"Yes. May I please ask you some questions while you, um, draw me?" you ask. Her smile widens and she sets her cup down.

"Of course. I was planning to use my hands anyway," she replies as she walks over to near the counter and puts ample amount of lotion on her left hand. "As long as you fine with that?"

You nod and try to gather your thoughts as she returns and gestures for you to rise. You stand and the light lady kneels and unzips your jeans. You help by pulling them and your boxers down enough as she lubes up her hands. "I'm Ruth, by the way," she says as fingers trace over your organ.

"Michael," you tell her and try to keep your breath even. "So, why do you come to this place?" you ask, unsure what to do with your hands as she makes you hard.

"Hmm," Ruth begins as she caresses your balls. She is spreading the lotion and pre-cum around smoothly. "It has a nice feel to it. The service is usually pleasant and the prices are reasonable."

"Oh. Have you ever found it unsettling that the place provides breast milk and semen in place of cream? I mean, when you first learned about it?" you add. You decide to write some notes as this exchange happened. Of course, you were careful to not write them in the Rulebook.

She looks up and both of your quizzical green eyes met. Her fingers were now dancing over your shaft. "I guess its not the first thing that would have occurred to me if I was opening a cafe, but its definitely good. We all need to be more eco-friendly," she reasons.

"Is cum in coffee important to you? Would you drink it black or with breast milk?" you ask. Though it isn't the greatest sexual experience of your young life, it is certainly the best handjob you've received. You're having difficult writing.

"Hmm," Ruth uttered again as a finger of one hand circled around your head while her other pumped at a gradually increase rate. "I wouldn't say it's most important. I mean, just having a few of semen straight in my mouth to get me going in the morning?" She chuckled at the idea, showing clean, white teeth. It was a pleasing laugh for you. "But I'd go black over breast milk. I did like the taste when I tried it, but it just has too much fat and calories. I'll take a couple shots of protein and zinc any day," she declares.

You nod. "Have you had a bad experience getting semen or breast milk the time you tried?" you ask. You know there's probably a plethora of questions that would be helpful in understanding the Rulebook, but you're being overwhelmed.

"No." She switches from your head to massaging your scrotum while her other hand continues to pump. "Everyone's pleasant and understanding in here. Sometimes other customers are impatient, but that happens when you having had your cup of joe yet," she recalls.

"Ha-have you ever given to other patrons yourself?" you ask. You think this might be your penultimate question.

Ruth chuckles again. She strips off her shirt quickly and then resumes her skillful strokes. "I'm not the type of girl who get the most requests. Not that you need them to be humongous teats to produce a lot, but its easier to pour from jugs than saucers," she shimmies in a playful way, though she knows her firm A cups will behave.

Your final question disappears as you put down the pencil and paper. You move cup Ruth's strawberry cupcakes. "I'd be happy to," you assert and fondle them. She alters her technique on your head a little, and you know you're almost done.

"Ready?" you gasp as the ecstasy nears and you move your hands from her tetitas to your shaft.

Ruth has a moment of confusion before she understands and brings her cup over. You aim with care and keep yourself quiet as you release your seed into her coffee.

"Thank you kindly," she says and puts a stirrer in the cup. Her tongue licks around your tip to collect the residue and then she starts drinking.

You take a few moments to enjoy the light afterglow. Then you put your tool away while admiring Ruth's freckled topless body and her rogue lips as she imbibes the coffee with a few shots of your cum.