A nearby bar

"With these thoughts in my head it's probably better I don't go somewhere I'll meet people I know..." Sara thought. And I'll be able to get cum from strangers! her brain added before she stopped herself, blushing and wondering why she couldn't just get cum out of her head tonight.

Deciding to try to ignore these strange thoughts, she instead headed out, walking straight to the bar and getting several stares and whistles along the way from men that made her blush. Maybe this was a bit too racy and revealing, she thoughts for a second, before another thought interrupted her. How do you expect to get dick dressing like a prude?

With a sigh, she continued on her way, sure that spending some time relaxing and having fun in the bar for the first time in what must have been years would finally rid her mind of her rising cum obsession. It had also been quite a while since she had walked anywhere, always having her drivers take her places, so this had to be good for her health. Just like a good bath of cum....

At the speed she was walking, both out of an urgency to get there and hopes of getting rid of the increasingly common embarrassing and humiliating thoughts she was having regarding a certain white liquid that was now making her mouth wet, she made it to the bar in good time, about 10 minutes, and quickly made her way inside.

She was stunned by what she saw inside. She had never been here and didn't expect much, but this bar was much sleazier than she had expected at all. Waitress wearing skimpy miniskirts and tight tops walked around, the patrons eating them up with their eyes as they asked for food and drinks. And many eyes were now on her, looking at her in the same way, making her gulp as she made her way to a relatively silent table at the corner of the establishment. At least this will make getting cum easier

With a frustrated sigh, she sank herself into the menu, trying to pick something before a waitress tapped on her table to get her attention.

"Excuse me, miss, I couldn't help but notice you seemed to have a little difficulty picking something to eat," the waitress said, "Why don't I offer you our chef's most exclusive and special meal? The Creme-du-Cazzo is very well regarded by all our critics."

Sara absentmindedly nodded, getting off her table and following the waitress to the special table where the chef would serve her the Creme-du-Cazzo, not caring much about how it was a separate room from the rest of the bar, with little more than a table, a chair, and an odd hole on the wall. She was hungry and desperate to deal with her craving for dick and cum one way or another.