To get some coffee

Moaning as my dildo-bike fucked me, I arrived at a local café I was quite fond of. Its logo featured the silhouette of a woman kneeling on the ground while being facefucked, holding a cup of coffee. It was fitting.

I pushed through the doors, the bells ringing to signal my entrance. I saw a black waittress take notice, and start to head over to my position.

Like all employees here, she was naked save for an apron emblazoned with the store's name and logo, and she already coated in cum. There were globs in her hair, dripping onto her face, and several streams going down her legs.

"Hello, what would you like?" she asked in a sing-song voice.

"Just a small mocha," I requested. I began making my way over to a free table, my bare feet stepping in piles of piss and cum on the floor. They cleaned after closing, but it was futile as the store would be dirty again within an hour of opening.

I sat down and began idly stroking myself while I looked out the window. A schoolgirl was being beaten up and slapped around by some men, who then took her defeated body and began forcing their cocks into her various orifices. Nobody paid it any mind as they walked past.

"Here you go," the waittress handed me my coffee. I thanked her.

A waiter nearby grunted, cumming inside a female customer who was chatting with her friend. He wandered over to me.

"How's the coffee?" he asked.

"It's good," I answered.

"Excellent." Without another word, he pulled aside his apron and began pissing all over my face, hair, and mocha. I ignored him, continuing to sip occasionally. The urine didn't sour the flavor too much, and besides I was used to it. I felt his liquid dampen my hair as it ran between my cum-stained locks.

He motioned for me to stand up, and I did so. With a swift motion, he pulled down my crop top, fully exposing my medium-sized tits. Taking my place on the chair, he pulled me back down onto his cock and began thrusting into me.

"What's your name, slut?" the waiter asked.

"Holly," I answered, following it with another calm sip. By this point his piss had started to drip down and yellow my breasts.

"Well, Holly? How wouldya like to be a mom?"

I didn't answer, finishing up the last quarter of my drink.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes. Get pregnant bitch!" he yelled, and began ejaculating repeatedly inside me.

I sighed as I felt my inhibitor switch off. This would be my, what, fifth child?

After adding me to his contacts, he wandered off to attend to the waittress. I stood up, paid for my drink, then walked out of the café, my tits still out and my body and clothes more stained with fluids than when I entered.