Go to Starbucks

Adam glared out over the Starbucks hesitantly.

He couldn’t help feel uncomfortable stepping across the threshold of the American coffee shop. Wet, sticky cum splattered the porcelain tiles which Adam lightly hopped over like a game of tic-tac-toe. Sexy moans intermingled with casual conversation felt alien to his ears.

It’s not like in the pornos. Observing dozens of men and women sucking and fucking each other didn’t feel like he stepped into a Brazzers or BangBros studio as he imagined. Moreso, he felt embarrassed.

The smell was slightly off, too- best described as a mixture of sweat and coffee beans.

But god, Adam would kill for a caramel frappuccino right about now. Drained, tired, yet alert from all the sexiness going on aro--

“Hey Prudeworlder, why don’t you take that off~”

Snapped from his thoughts, he saw a woman-

Naked and heavily tattooed, she was nestled on a teenage boy’s lap. He fingered her wet, sopping pussy while idly sipping a chocolate mocha. Husband? Boyfriend? Def not. Probably a total stranger. Her hair was styled in a long pixie with undercut, with blonde highlights over her naturally brunette hair.

Her fingers flexed out, finding purchase on his flaccid cock resting within his jeans. Adam couldn’t help but utter a small, pleasurable groan despite her uninvited advances.

“O-oh hey!” the Prudeworlder exclaimed, instinctively jumping back an inch.

The mystery woman offered a wink, eye-fucking him as he slooooowly (and awkwardly) trailed off into the growing line ahead. Heh, she was right. Shirt, jeans, underwear- hell, any article of clothing at all that didn’t scream “fuck me”- he was definitely overdressed for the occasion.

The Starbucks was picking up speed. Patrons, mostly naked or sporting sexy lingerie, waited for a cashier to ring up a flat-chested older woman wearing a vintage 1950s waspie.

He could hear the cashier smile politely, “Happy 74th birthday, ma’am,” before extending a small cupcake with ‘74’ engraved in frosting.

74? Adam swore she was in her 40s…

He shook his head, ignoring the thought, before finally hitting the cash register.

“Hello sir, welcome to Starbucks, would you like to try out our Pumpkin Space Latte with fresh cum for only $7.99 today?” A young man said. He wore a signature Starbucks apron and nothing else. But Adam swore he could see something bobbing beneath the guy…

"Oh- ah, no thanks.” A pause. “I’ll have a caramel frappuccino. Grande. And, uh, cum-free, please.”

“Sure.” The young man typed Adam’s order into the register, “That will be $6.99.”

It wasn’t long, 5 minutes at most, before the Prudeworlder’s order came through. He inhaled deeply, eyes scanning the cafe for an empty seat.

Adam looked like a lost puppy cautiously stepping across Starbucks. He spotted a few gooey cum stains on a nearby table before a cute dirty blonde barista zipped past him.

Licking her lips, she bent over and lapped up the man fluid with her tongue, palms braced against the table. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste, even uttering little happy coos.

That had to violate at least several OSHA laws.

“Hey, excuse me!” A voice called out.

After pinpointing the source, he could see her: a woman, probably mid to late 30s, waved Adam over with a massive grin on her face. She had bright red lipstick, brown hair tied back in a blue ribbon, and a loose white apron which showcased her bare B cups tits. The woman didn’t match the Starbucks uniform. Probably an IG worker on lunch break.

She was joined by another woman of similar age and uniform, most likely a co-worker.

Adam was a bit curious to see what the woman wanted, so he figured he’d check it out. ‘Sides, she was hot in a milfy sort of way. If she was destined to break his Sexworld cherry, she wouldn’t be a bad start.

“Hey, what’s up?” The Prudeworlder said, approaching the pair.

“Hi sweetie! So, you’re from Prudeworld, right? I’m sure this is a little awkward for you, buuuuut… the cashier forgot to add fresh cum to my order. Mind if I borrow you for a few? It won’t be long, I promise!” The woman’s voice was overtly friendly, eccentric even. Like some stereotypical suburban mom you’d see at her kid’s soccer game.

“You need my- oh- right, sure, sure… no problem…” Adam said hesitantly, clearing his throat before slowly unzipping his jeans.

“You’re an angel. Just relax, sit back, and let mommy take care of you…”

With incredible skill and dexterity, the woman fished out Adam’s cock from his jeans, stroking it softly between her fingers. His softened manhood turned rock-hard, pre-cum oozing from the tip.

Adam groaned as the woman’s sexy red lips neared his cock. A surge of adrenaline burst through his veins, as the head of his penis was swallowed up and nursed in her hot, wet mouth.

“Fuck…” He mewled, staring down, lost in the woman’s deep gray eyes staring back, focusing purely on the pleasure completely soaking around Adam’s cock.

The Prudeworlder couldn’t concentrate and let out a satisfied groan when the Sexworld IG worker buried herself into his crotch, a slippery, spongy tongue squirming against the underside of his shaft. Her blowjob skills far outmatched any woman back home in Prudeworld.

With the gentle sound of saliva caressing Adam’s angry red cockhead, the woman began sucking faster, a pace that would give a Prudeworld chick whiplash. Perfectly precise, her lips flew back to the head of his cock before slamming back down to the root, practically fucking her own face.

As Adam’s sack churned with an impending orgasm, he could see the faintest tilt of the woman’s head, as if she could sense the sperm boiling up. With his last ounce of effort, Adam’s hand found purchase behind the woman’s brown hair, chest heaving in and out, trying to control the pace of the lips milking him dry, just before-

“Ooh! OOOOOHHHH!!”

He blew his load.

The best he could do was rock his hips to meet the unrelenting mouth sucking his jizz out like a straw. The sloppy, wet noises only made him cum harder, rope after rope of his seed shot out, greedily held in place by the Sexworlder. He could feel the last drops oozing out of his cockhead as the IG worker gave his dick an almost worshipping tongue-bath, cleaning it thoroughly.

After finally being released, she bent over her coffee cup, spewing out copious amounts of cum from her lips.

“Mmmm, thick and juicy, just how I like it…” she squealed, before giving Adam’s softening cock head a quick kiss.

“Thanks so much, sweetie!”

Adam slowly nodded, still recovering from his hard orgasm, before finding an empty seat nearby. Sweaty and tired, he finished his caramel frappuccino before venturing off to Baggage Claims.