Wake up and go to your favorite coffee shop

You are John, and today is a special day, even if it doesn't really feel like it. It's your birthday today, and you're in a pretty good mood as always when you wake up, because the best part of your morning routine involves going to your favorite coffee shop down the street and seeing your favorite barista, Alice.

You’ve had a crush on her for months now but haven’t worked up the courage to ask her out. She was a dark-skinned beauty with deep brown eyes and all-natural long, straight hair. It helped that she had a bit more meat on her bones than the average girl, and you were definitely into the way she carried her assets around the shop. She sexily sauntered by, giving you sly winks and accidentally brushing by your arm day after day.

Alice recognized you as a regular pretty quickly, and would give you extra whipped cream and make incredible designs in your coffee. She was clearly into you for a while now, but before today... you were just too shy to act on it.

But yesterday, she made you a brew that was simply divine. It tasted as if it was made by god herself. You asked what was in it, but she just shushed you and said “it’s a secret.” That brew has somehow invigorated you, giving you the confidence to go down there and ask her out today. As you walk out the front door in your nicest shirt and loose khakis, you rehearse what you’re going to say over and over in your mind.

(“Hey, Alice! It sure is a beautiful day! You know what else is beautiful? You! So, let’s-... No, that’s too corny. Gotta play it cool.”)

(“Hey, Alice! I take my coffee black, how do you take yours? Thick and creamy?... Okay, that’s WAY too sexual. I gotta get my head out of the-”) “OOF!”

Before you know it, you accidentally crash right into a patron standing in line all the way at the front entrance of the shop. Bouncing off of their jiggly mass, you land butt-first on the floor and rush to apologize to the stranger.

“S- Sorry about that! I wasn’t watching where I was going!”

The face that stares back at you is neither one of understanding or caring. You recognize her as another regular that usually arrives around this time. Melissa, the overweight secretary that works in the office building a few blocks down, glares down at you for a brief moment before turning back to face the front of the line. She seems totally absorbed in the conversation she’s having on her phone to pay you any mind.

“What was that? Oh, it was just some guy rushing to try the new coffee flavor. You didn’t hear? Yeah they say it’s like magic. I don’t believe it either, but I’m always up for new experiences.”

You take it upon yourself to stand up and dust your pants off. A new coffee flavor, huh? That could explain the unusual amount of people in here, taking up all the tables and booths with their phones and laptops while sipping away their morning. You don’t care about any of that right now, as you peer past the stocky, red-haired vixen in front of you to see Alice currently running the front counter alongside two other baristas just trying to handle the influx of work. Even while sweaty from the stress, she seems to radiate beauty and positive energy.

While passing a cup to the customer at the front, she even manages to sneak a peek down the line at you. Upon noticing her favorite customer has arrived, her smile grew three sizes in anticipation. She really is happy to see you, and boy, are you happy to see her.

Unable to deal with the immediate physical reaction from below, you can feel a powerful sensation between your legs, as if your hard-on is beaming a signal to your brain saying “it’s go time.” You are going to ask the most beautiful woman you know on a date, and nothing is going to stop you.

The line shortens as one person takes their coffee and leaves to go about their day, leaving you and Melissa to inch forward to fill the space. In your haste to keep your eyes on the prize, so to speak, you continue to peer past Melissa to ogle Alice from afar and end up scooting just a little too close to the business-minded woman. Not close enough to invade her personal space or anything. That would be rude.

However, your lack of attention strikes again when you feel a sudden shift in weight as Melissa ends up pressing her fat ass right into your groin, causing a startled sound to escape your lips.

“Aah! Uhm... Excuse me, miss?”

She doesn’t seem to hear you for a moment, still talking on her phone and refusing to move from the spot, even as the line continues to move on without the two of you.

“Oh no, it’s great! I love this stuff here, you should definitely come!... Just come already! Alright, well I’ll be here for a while, so you can come whenever.”

You let out a harsh breath as she starts grinding her cheeks right into you, rubbing deep into your hips and making you shudder weakly. Why is she grinding on you like you’re the pole in a strip club all of a sudden? You whisper in order to try not to cause more of a scene than you already are.

“Melissa? Hello? What are you doing!?”

Finally, she turns back to you, and while not even stopping her gyrations for a second, she just cocks an eyebrow and looks as stone-faced as ever,

“Hmm? What did you want?”

The incredulous look on your face right now is priceless. Did she not see or even feel your massive boner she was rubbing against like it was her favorite toy?

“I’m sorry, but... you’re kinda...on my... you know.”

Melissa scrunches her face as if not understanding what you’re implying at all before turning back to face the line. She just keeps talking on the phone and pressuring your crotch like it owes her money. You attempt to shrug off her movements and just look away, hoping that she’ll leave you alone if you ignore her, but the attempt is in vain.

Her ass follows your cock perfectly 1 to 1. When you zig, she zigs. When you zag, she zags. It’s as if her duty is to bury your dick between her cheeks and she has sworn an oath to keep it there no matter what. She hasn’t advanced in the line, and more people have started to line up behind you, but oddly... no one seems to bat an eye at this strange sight in the middle of the coffee shop.

Everyone seems to be too busy either staring at their phones or typing away on their laptops to notice you receiving an amazing buttjob through your clothes in broad daylight. You can’t help but briefly wonder what kind of alternate reality you’ve stumbled into before you feel another immense weight press into your back.

Your face is now being smothered by a pair of F-cup breasts in a tank top from behind. You try to look behind to see who it could be, but your movement is so limited, you barely make out the face of another chubby lady you knew from your apartment complex, Lisa. The blonde-haired former fitness instructor stares straight ahead, looking over you towards the counter as if not noticing your trapped figure just beneath her face.

“This coffee shop must be what all the hubbub’s about.”

“What the hell!?”

You shout on pure instinct, but the entire shop carries on without a gasp or look of surprise on anyone’s faces. Lisa’s own crotch presses into your butt as firmly as she can, seemingly wanting to be as close to you as humanly possible from her position behind you. This action forces you to press further into the depths of Melissa’s ass, your cock now absolutely sandwiched into her cheeks over your khakis, truly like a hotdog between a pair of warm buns.

Neither girl responds to your shout, either, instead further pressing into you from both sides, trapping you in some sort of marshmallow hell. One girl smothers your groin with her ass while another pushes you into it and captures your head between her soft chest. The three of you are fully clothed, but to any onlookers, it could certainly look like a threeway has started right in the center of the shop.

You begin to feel light-headed as more blood rushes to your swollen penis in an attempt to fight off the massive beast currently crushing your crotch, but it’s impossible as you are now, trapped in such a way. You wanted to take your pants off now and fuck right here, but what about all these people watching? Can no one really see what’s happening? Are these girls just playing some kind of elaborate joke on you?