A quick commission, as well as my first POV story. Enjoy!
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As I pushed open the door to the coffee shop, the small bell chimed, signaling my entrance. From behind the counter, Kira met my eyes and gave her signature beaming smile framed by her golden hair. God, she was so pretty.
"Hey, Ash!" she called, waving her arm. I eagerly strutted up to her, thankful that the place was devoid of any other customers.
"Hey! I'll take the usual." I hold up my phone to the kiosk, paying virtually like I had dozens of times before. "Oh, I have to hit the bathroom. I'll be right back." I set my phone down and rushed off to the restroom as Kira began to make my drink.
I came back only ten or so minutes later, finding a fresh latte on the counter next to my phone, accompanied by a freshly baked horn. I looked back up to Kira, who now had a deep blush on her face, a sheen on her forehead, and was breathing a bit heavier.
"The pastry is on the house." she said in her signature slavic accent.
"You okay?" I asked, taking a sip of my latte. It tasted a bit different, but I couldn't put my finger on why. Different didn't mean worse, though. In fact I enjoyed it quite a bit! I bit into the horn next, the white, creamy filling gushing out around my lips and dripping down my chin. It tasted weird too.
"Oh, I am fine; just a lot of hot air around the oven." Kira replied, eyeing the horn in my mouth and biting her lip.
"By the way," I licked some of the filling off my fingers. "Did you do something new with my latte?"
"I did! It is a new cream that I have been trying. I am sure you tasted it in the horn too. It is organic!"
"Kinda salty, but I like it." I took another sip and stuffed the rest of the pastry into my mouth.
"I figured you would. You always struck me as a guy who likes a bit of extra cream in him." There it was again, that lip bite. Before I could inquire, Kira turned her back to me and bent down, seemingly looking through the cupboards. Her skirt rode up her deliciously round ass, revealing a strange bump in her pantyhose. Was she... wearing a plug? I felt my face grow hot and quickly looked away.
"Say, Ash," Kira stood back up. "What is your opinion on futanari? I have been seeing a lot of stuff about them on social media lately." I paused, a bit surprised at the sudden strange question.
"Well, I guess they're pretty cool. Having both parts feels like the best of both worlds, y'know?"
"Yeah? I bet it does. I bet cumming from both bits at once feels
incredible
." She caressed her cheeks and closed her eyes as if she was imagining it.
"You're weird." I tease, already forgetting about what I saw in her pantyhose.
"And
you
are one to talk." she said back, sticking out her tongue. Kira stepped out from behind the counter, turning sideways to shuffle past me. As she did so, I felt her big soft tits squish against my arm, along with something else. Something warm and rigid brushed against my thigh. Her phone? A belt buckle? My gaze followed her as she walked to the front entrance, grabbing the
OPEN
sign and flipping it to
CLOSED
. She turned to me.
"You are quite the filthy degenerate, huh?"
"W-What?! What do you mean by that?!"
"I took a peek at your phone while you were in the bathroom. I've never seen so much girl cock all in one place! You are such a fucking pervert!"
"N-No! It's not like that I swear!" I could feel my face burning hot, my palms sweating like mad and my knees shaking.