Sexworld Lunch

"There's a place not too far from here, I think you'll enjoy it." His coworker states, still groping Ted's ass like a toy. "The service is quite good." Ted doesn't have to guess what that could mean as the elevator door opens with a ding. Clark leads the way, finally letting go of Ted. "Hopefully they're not full." Ted follows behind, now getting a look at a busy Sexworld street from the ground level. Sights that would be reserved for dingy back alleys and tucked away corners back home were out in the open for all to see. Men exposing themselves jacking off, women getting gangbanged. Of course here everyone was happy and clean. Well, as clean as could be expected.

They weren't the only ones having a break for the day either. They passed a woman on a bench, wearing a similar "outfit" to Miranda, a tie and collar, with hair and makeup that likely looked prim and professional at some point in the day, but not anymore. She seemed annoyed, talking to someone on the phone about some mistake they had made, all the while getting fucked by a seemingly random passerby. Outside a cafe a young boyfriend and girlfriend, college students, were having a normal, intimate moment. She had her back against the wall, looking up at the tall boy as he traced a finger up her neck to her chin, leading her to a passionate kiss. It would be outright romantic back home, if not for the taller man who held the boyfriend by his hips, pounding his ass relentlessly. The boyfriend, to his credit, took it well, looking only at his girl as they broke the kiss, albeit short of breath.

Ted's eyes darted from scene to scene, his legs walking on their own until he heard the distinct sound of someone clearing their throat. "Eh-hem." Clark was standing next to a door Ted had almost walked right past. "We're here. Come on now, it looks like there's still some tables open." Ted turned to follow.

It was a bit loud inside. Through it all he heard a voice. "Hey Clark. Table for two?" A woman asked. Ted looked at her uniform. It was probably the least surprising thing he'd seen here. An apron, and only an apron. Not long enough to cover her crotch, not wide enough to cover her breasts, and slightly stained all over. A name-tag read "Hi! My name is: Dana". Clark nodded at her, and she went to prepare a table. Ted used the chance to look around. The inside looked bizarre, not even a porno-version of a restaurant, more like a warped, dream version. The proportions of everything just looked strange, though there were reasons of course. All of the booths were a little higher off the ground, the seats a little further away than normal, all so that one or more persons could comfortably kneel underneath them. Across the floor were occasional drains for the various fluids to go down, and a stack of cushions sat in the corner to make kneeling on the floor more comfortable. The stools at the counter were adjustable, letting any number of acts play out for those enjoying their coffee. Indeed many of the men and women were being used this way, the people behind them kneeling down to eat them out, or raising the stool enough to fuck them standing up with cocks or straps.

Right next to the entrance were two girls, about his kid's age, sitting across from each other at one of the few normal tables. The girl to the right had light brown skin, with dreadlocks done up in a short ponytail. She was tapping away at her phone while chatting to the girl across from her, a slightly chubby girl with short red hair, listening to her friend gossiping about someone they knew. What made the otherwise normal scene truly surreal, aside from the skimpy schoolgirl outfits they wore, was the man standing next to the redhead, another waiter in a too-short apron. He covered his mouth with one hand, so as to not interrupt the girls talking, while the other stroked his cock. Unusual for the standards of this world so far, the girls paid him no mind, not even helping in any way as they continued to gossip.

The man suddenly stepped forward, bringing the tip right next to the red heads face, and started shooting his cum across her head. Compared even to those he saw today the load was surprisingly big, thoroughly covering her face and hair. Her friend continued chatting until he was done.

"Thank you" the redhead said sheepishly. With a small nod the waiter left them. "How do I look?" She asked.

Her friend looked up from her phone and grinned. "Like a cheap slut."

At what would have been an insult back home for Ted, the girl instead grew a big smile. "Really?" Her friend nodded. Leaning over the table the two shared a kiss, drops of cum spreading onto her friends face. "I love you." She says. Her friend takes one of her hands and kisses the back of it.

Ted's focus on the two girls is interrupted when their server comes back. "Right this way." She says with a smile, leading the two over to a booth with a nice view outside. They sit across from each other as Dana hands them menus. "Can I start you off with something to drink?" She asks.

Without even looking at his menu Clark leans over. "Is Angie available?" He asks. Dana thinks for a second.

"I think so. You want your regular?" He nods. She writes something down then looks to Ted.

"I'll have coffee." He says.

"Okay, would you like milk or creamer with that?" She asks.

"Creamer sounds good." He says.

"Oh it is, I think you'll like it." She says with a wink before leaving.

The two of them lean back in their seats and relax. The booths were quite comfortable. "So who's Angie?" Ted asks.

Clark smiles. "Oh just a friend of mine, all the way back to high school. My regular here is a nice caramel latte, no one makes it taste as good as she does." The two of them look at their menus. Eventually Ted settles on a baked potato soup, the kind Sally makes from time to time. Then he hears something. Past the chatter and moans filling the room, barely audible through the clinks of silverware he hears something, quiet at first. *Ding, ding* a low bell sound rings out. Ted turns in the booth to try to find the source of the noise.

From the back of the restaurant, a curvy blonde woman walks from the back. Instead of an apron like the rest she was dressed in a cow-print bikini, one that was far too small for her large tits, only managing to cover her nipples. Around her neck was the source of the noise, a small cow bell. Behind her was Dana. Barely visible past the both of them was a man, shorter than the girls with him. Like the woman he had a cow bell around his neck, and a cow print thong several sizes too small, barely containing a sizable bulge. Dana walks to the table and sets down their drinks. The cow girl walks over to Clark's side with a wide smile.

"Hi Daddy!" She says, leaning over to hug him, her bra struggling to contain her hanging breasts as Dana sets their drinks down. The two share a hug before she takes her tits out of the bikini top, letting Ted see her puffy nipples. She leans over the table, lining her nipples up with his latte. With the smallest squeeze milk dribbles down into his drink.

After a moment of this Clark raises his hand to her. "That's good dear, thank you." With a struggle she puts her chest back in her top. Only then does Ted see out of the corner of his eye the young man in the cow print thong. At some point he had taken his impressive cock out of it and was stroking it fast right next to Ted's face. It seems cowboys like him are trained quickshots, as before he could even speak the boy let out a moan, pointing the head of his cock right at Ted's coffee. The "creamer" Dana had mentioned shot out, right into his drink, and quite a bit of it. A final spurt came out, shooting right past the cup and landing on the table.

"Ah, oh I-I'm sorry sir." He says.

"No, it's fine. Thank you." Ted says to calm him down. The boys cheeks turn red out of embarrassment as he and Angie make their leave. Dana stays behind.

"Have you decided what to order?" She asks. The two give their order. Ted expects her to leave, but she stays for just a moment longer. "Would you like any service while you wait?" She asks.

Clark speaks up right away. "Who was the boy just now?"

"Barry" she answers.

"I wouldn't mind Barry's head between my legs." He says, handing over his menu.

"Good choice. He's very good with pussies. And you sir?" She asks Ted. He mulls it over.

"Well I guess it's only fitting if I take Angie then." He says handing over his menu.

Dana smiles taking a look at Ted's hard dick. "Oh she'll like you." She says, leaving once again with a wink. Ted finally looks down at his coffee. If he hadn't seen it he never would have guessed someone just came into it. Clark was already taking a sip of his latte. Partly out of genuine thirst, partly out of curiosity, Ted brings the cup to his mouth. He's already tasted cum today, but mixed with a drink like this was different.

Clark apparently noticed Ted thinking about it. "Ah, that's right. In the Prude World you only use milk from cows... as in, actual cows, right?" Ted nods. Clark rolls his eyes a little. "Honestly I don't know how you manage it." Speaking of which, their service had arrived. Barry steps up to Clark's side of the table, who starts domming it up right away, reaching his hand up to Barry's cock. "You're gonna do a good job for me, aren't you?" He asks softly enough to almost get lost in the background noise.

Barry doesn't even question it. "Yes sir." He says. Silently Clark motions Barry beneath the table, who obliges eagerly. Ted on the other hand just beckons Angie under the table, who wastes no time ducking under. Ted lets out a small gasp as Angie immediately takes his whole cock down to the base in her throat. Clark chuckles.

"Yeah, she's a favorite with my partners. So cock hungry." He takes another sip. "And a favorite of mine. I'd say her milk is the best in town." Cock hungry indeed, under the table Angie fucks Ted's cock with her face without a hint of resistance. Barry seems to be doing a similarly good job, Clark's composure almost breaking for just a second as he lets out a slow breath. Time goes by like this, neither of them speaking, instead silently enjoying the service under the table and drinking the nice beverages.

It takes some effort for Ted to remember where he even is, and that this is, underneath it all, lunch with a coworker he still knows little about. "You mentioned your partners. Are you married?" Ted asks.

Clark nods. "Oh yes. Three husbands and two wives. A couple of boyfriends and girlfriends, some pet subs." Ted's eyes widen. "Oh I know, your home prefers just one person. It's very... cute." Ted takes another sip of his cum laced coffee, trying not to get annoyed at Clark patronizing his home. "But what about you? You have wedding ring after all. Tell me about your family."

Before he can answer Ted braces himself as Angie, still sucking away under the table, drives him over the edge. He let's out a groan as he shoots a load right down her throat. She stops moving her head, but doesn't take his cock out of her mouth, instead giving him just a moment before going right back into it. Clark, meanwhile, just waits patiently for an answer.

"Sorry. Yeah, I'm married. Just one person though, my wife Sally. And yes, it is 'cute'."

Clark laughs. "Oh I didn't mean it like that, boy. Really, it's sweet, the idea that you only need that one, special person." He shudders for just a second. "Still, more can't really hurt, can it? Now tell me, do you have kids?" He asks, looking at Ted intently.

Ted pauses for a second, remembering what Miranda told him. "Uh, yeah. Three, one college aged and two in high school." Clark's smile grows just a bit wider.

"I see." He says, taking a slow sip of his drink. Suddenly one hand dives under the table, seemingly to grab Barry by the back of the head. "I take it you haven't done anything with them yet?" He says, biting his lip. Ted shakes his head. "You should try it sometimes." He says with a gasp.

His attention brought back again to their servers under the table. "So, Angie called you 'Daddy'." Clark smiles.

"Just a bit of fun."

"You do actually have kids though, right? I saw a picture of you pregnant in your office." Clark nods.

"Four right now, three are mine. One from a wife, one from a boyfriend. One from a random stranger at my old job, and one of my husbands knocked up one of my wives. We actually have a fifth on the way. A few weeks ago one of my girlfriends got knocked up by our sub." Ted can only stare for a second.

"A 'random stranger'?" He asks.

"Mm-hmm. My oldest son, actually. After I got out of school I interned at a bank across town for a while and, well I doubt it's any different in the Prudeworld, the lines can get quite long sometimes and people need some relief. So when I wasn't getting coffee or running from one end of the building to the other people would bend me over and use me while they waited. A lot of them would just cum inside and well, one of them took. He became old enough to have sex a couple of years ago and... like I said, there's really nothing like it." Listening to Clark talk about something so perverse, all the while Angie under the table showing no signs of getting tired, leads to another load being shot right down her throat like the first one.

Right then the once clean Dana, now with an almost shocking amount of cum on her face comes back with their lunch. "Here you go guys." She says setting down the plates before noticing Ted's look of ecstasy. "I take it you're enjoying the service?"

Clark speaks up for him. "Oh yes, they've been good as always dear." Dana leaves them again with a smile. "Well, eat up boy. You don't want it to get cold." Clark says as he digs in. Through Angie's nonstop service Ted starts eating. A nice meal while a beautiful woman polishes your cock would be the ultimate dream back home, and here it's just a lunch break. As he ate his mind went back to his kids. They would have had their own lunch break by now. He had to imagine it was similar. And the idea of having sex with them was one that had crossed his mind, it was one of the most infamous parts of Sexworld culture, but it was looking like his family was indeed here to stay. They would cross that barrier sooner or later.

A hot refill of his coffee cup, along with more fresh "cream" and another load down Angie's throat later and Clark was signaling for the check. "I'll get it. You've been a good boy today." He says with a wink. Looking under the table for a second Clark motions Barry back up. Barry crawls out and stands, his legs wobbling slightly and his dick is rock hard. Clark brings his hand to the base of Barry's chin, collecting some of his pussy juice around Barry's lips, and sticks his thumb in Barry's mouth. The cow boy lightly sucks Clark's thumb for a moment. "You've also been a good boy for me." Clark says, then looks down at the serving boys cock. "And look at you, you didn't even touch yourself once did you?" Barry shakes his head.

Clark looks across to Ted. "How was it?" He asks, nodding at the coffee.

"Oh, yeah it was good." Barry smiles a little around Clark's thumb before the hand is brought back down to the table.

"I see. Well, I wouldn't mind a sample before we go." He says, leaving Barry to his devices. With a nod Barry starts, and very quickly finishes jerking off, barely giving Clark enough time to open his mouth, catching most of it on his tongue, with some landing on his cheeks or the table below. Clark closes his mouth and, after a moment of surveying the cum in his mouth, swallows it down. "Mm-hmm. Well, Ted here is right, you do taste quite good. Now run along." Clark says. Barry, beaming with pride walks away to the back of the restaurant, the wobble in his legs replaces with a slight skip in his step.

Now Angie's turn. Ted looks under the table to see her for the first time since she went down there. While Barry focused entirely on Clark's pleasure like a good submissive, Angie seemed to have no qualms about getting off, her hands and thighs soaked in her pussy juices. Milk idly dripped down her nipples on the floor to be drained away, as did a trail of cum that had escaped her mouth and was trailing down her chin. Her makeup was running and her hair looked like it needed to be brushed. Ted's jaw almost dropped seeing her like this as he had been mostly idle while she serviced him. On similar wobbly legs as Barry she crawled out from under the table and stood, giving her arms a high stretch.

She looks at Ted. "Sir, if I can just say, you were great!" She gushes. "You tasted so, so good."

"Um... thanks, glad to hear it." Ted barely gets out as Angie also walks to the back with a little wave to Clark. Ted can only sit back and recover from the many orgasms as they wait for the check.

"Well?" He hears from Clark. "The food." He says, bluntly. "Need I remind you this is a restaurant."

"Right, yeah it was good too. Thanks for showing me this place."

"No no, you can really thank me when we get back to the office." Ted can only wonder as Clark pays the bill and the two of them leave, walking past new scenes of debauchery along the way back to the office.