Daisy's First Day

As for me, I didn't know what we were waiting for, but this display from the sisters alone had my nipples ready to etch granite and my pussy kindling like a Midwestern prairie fire. At that moment, the door opened, and Tamiko emerged.

She proceeded to the raised platform, stood beside it, and began to speak in Japanese. A screen in the wall behind her flashed to life, and scrolled translated text in English: "Thank you for making a Special Request, it is our honor to fulfill it. I am Tamiko Hata, a human coffee urn for Happy Cum Cum Cafe. Assisting me in procurement and dressing is one of our talented baristas, Bijou."

Wait, what the fuck is a human coffee urn?

The door opened again, and this time a gorgeous Black futa came into the room. Much like Eve she was dressed only in a Happy Cum Cum apron, but I could see the head of her flaccid cock smacking the other side of the apron as she walked, and it was well over the halfway point to her knees. My mouth watered at the idea. Her skin was a deep, dark West African brown, and her hair was an artfully arranged natural ponytail, held in place with a silk ribbon, with soft ringlets adorning the back of her head and framing her shining face. Bijou approached, nodded to us with a smile, and then took Tamiko's hand, helping her climb onto the raised platform.

Upon doing so, Tamiko went to her knees, and then her elbows, then lower, until her face touched the padded surface of the platform, her tits overflowing beneath her, and her ass high in the air pointing toward us. I looked to Bianca, whose eyes were glassy with lust, and then to Cat, who had started openly masturbating, stroking her clit in tiny circles and beginning to subtly pump her hips as she did. Bijou reached out and lifted the hem of Tamiko's skirt, then undid it, and unwrapped it from around her, leaving her naked besides the bow around her neck and the white ribbons affixing her twintails. Bijou's rising girl-cock was becoming visible, tenting her apron, as impressive in its dimensions as I'd surmised.

Wait, what am I looking at? I asked myself; as I gazed at Tamiko's ass, as soft and incitingly pliable as her cute belly and spectacular natural tits, I noticed something protruding from between her ass cheeks. Clearly, it was a buttplug, and a big one! But not just any. Rather than a safety flange, or decorative element on the non-business end, I was amazed to perceive a spigot with a flip valve such as might be seen on any, well, coffee or tea dispenser in any cafe in the country.

I suddenly understood her adorably round tummy and was seized with the same salacious thrill I'd felt when I learned Bianca and Ecaterina were sisters. The sheer filthiness of what I knew I was about to see would have been enough to bring me to my knees if I wasn't already supine, ensconced in plush. My pussy was a mangrove, a rainforest during monsoon season, wet and slick with hours of alternating desire and relative calm, and now cranked back up to eleven.

Bijou stepped to the corner with the equipment and returned with a large glass vessel, like an oversized goblet with no stem. She held it under the spigot, and flipped the valve.

A stream of dark, steaming liquid escaped, through the huge plug in Tamiko's ass, from where it had been stored percolating in her velvety bowels, into the glass that Bijou held. The pleasant aroma of strong coffee being brewed filled the room, but was combined with a kind of musky tang I recognized as female sex. Tamiko mewled softly, and I could see her waxed pussy quivering just below the plug in her asshole, threads of her sticky nectar depending from it between her thighs. Her breathing was roughening and her eyes were squeezing shut and opening again periodically. The stream began to flag after filling the glass about halfway, and as it did, Bijou flipped the valve back to the closed position. In so doing, she jostled the plug in Tamiko's ass, and actually took hold of it and stirred it around in her, eliciting further tiny moans from the human coffee urn. Her belly was much smaller now, though still with a pleasing, touchable, slightly tumid quality. Bijou then pressed a smaller button on the spigot's side, and it came to life with the audible buzz of vibration. Tamiko sucked in a breath and then half-sighed, half-moaned. She rose up to her hands, now fully on all fours and looking ahead, lush tits hanging below her.

Bijou brought the glass full of coffee to another machine, and poured it in. She then filled the glass back up with milk, cream, spices, a cinnamon stick; all the while Tamiko remained on all fours, her asshole and pussy visibly pulsing and writhing, occasionally whimpering as the vibrating plug did its work. The machine dinged and a robot voice said, "Purification complete." Bijou held the cup under a nozzle on its side and the coffee she'd poured in flowed back out, this time to mix with the milk and cream, creating a very mild light brown as she stirred it gently.

"Wow..." I whispered. I couldn't wait to try it. The idea of drinking coffee out of Tamiko's ass was setting my neurons on fire with need, the taboo and extreme nature of what was happening overwhelming me.

"It's not over yet," Bianca murmured back hoarsely, her eyes laser focused on Tamiko's pulsating pussy. Holy shit. How much more depraved could this get?

Bijou then returned to the platform where Tamiko was still writhing pathetically, set down the glass in a recess just under Tamiko's pussy, and reached behind herself. She undid her apron strings and dropped it from her lean, athletic body then cast it aside. Her dark skin was aflame in the lights of the room, and I was filled with desire for her full breasts and chocolate nipples, but even more so for her fat, straining cock and the string of precum seeping from it. I would have done almost anything in that moment had you told me that in the next I could have that juicy girl-cock in my mouth. It was bigger than Amy's, bigger than Hannah's, probably the biggest I'd ever seen in person. Definitely.

Bianca was right, this hadn't even gotten good yet. I swallowed hard but my mouth was dry as a desert. I looked down at Cat, who was now fingering herself slowly and rhythmically, fingers shining with liquid, as Bijou's clit-dick came into view.

Bijou took hold of the plug and turned it off, eliciting a moan of protest from Tamiko, who by this point was a sweaty wreck, a far cry from the angel we'd seen when we first arrived and replaced with an all-too-mortal woman, her body begging for attention. The Black futa then gently extracted the plug, pulling the monster out of her ass, and it was even bigger than it'd seemed when it was in; it left her pink asshole gaping and stretched, glistening and pulsing. Oh, fuck yeah, finally. Bijou then lined her girl-cock up with Tamiko's plundered asshole, and slid it in with next to no resistance. Tamiko cried out and bucked against her, enveloping the probably 8 inch dick all at once, after which Bijou began to thrust, in and out, but not roughly or quickly, gently, with a deliberate pace that seemed to be driving Tamiko mad. She was moaning and sighing and humming away as Bijou pumped her asshole almost imperceptibly faster and faster.

It didn't take more than another minute for Tamiko's passion to reach a crescendo; she stiffened and reared back, flinging her body upright and forcing Bijou almost into a sitting position as she continued to take the questing girl-cock in her ass. Bijou grabbed her from behind, holding her up as she fucked her faster and faster, and Tamiko screamed out, "I'm so close, please, suck my titties, suck my titties! I need it!"

Before I knew it, Bianca was on her feet and rushing the platform, but she then stopped and turned to me, offering her hand. Her face was a mask of desire but still she had thought of me. I was touched by this, and of course I took her hand, and came in a daze also to my feet. Bianca fell to her knees beside the undulating, desperate Tamiko, and put her mouth to one of her long hard nipples, slurping it into her mouth, closing her eyes, and nursing like a hungry baby animal, hands all over her own now-bare tits. Tamiko turned to me and I could see the need in her eyes, so I followed Bianca's example and latched onto the other nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it; though it was my first time sucking another woman's nipple, futa nipples were really pretty much the same, so at least I had some level of experience. Tamiko's body tightened as we sucked and licked her; I dared branch out by putting my hands on her belly and feeling it like I'd wanted to since I first saw her. "Not... not my pussy..." she panted. "Don't touch my pussy, everything else is okay." I nodded, never pulling my lips from her hard bud, and enjoyed feeling her soft tummy, though I did wonder why she would restrict us so in the midst of all this other debauchery.

I turned my eyes aside as I sucked and saw Cat, now lying on her side, one leg up and the other flat, her entire hand crammed in her pussy and pounding away, flecks and droplets of her sweet cream flying all over the place with the force she was exerting. Her face was contorted in a visage of unassailable passion as she watched her friend and sister minister to the human coffee urn's turgid nipples.

Tamiko went rigid, made a small, breathless squeaking sound, and came, a tsunami of pussy juice flashflooding from her forbidden cunt in one, two, uncountable gouts and gushes, most of it straight into the vessel with our coffee in it. She fell back on her face between Bianca and I, drool seeping from her lips, and soft moans still escaping her as Bijou continued to fuck her ass. Bianca and I rubbed her back and stroked her head, and after a short time Bijou came as well, her face betraying her and the pulses of her girl-cock blasting untold gallons of hot seed into Tamiko's slick bowels transferring to our hands through Tamiko's ravaged body. The twitching finally stopped, and Bijou slowly withdrew, careful to do so over the glass, as cum spilled out of Tamiko's despoiled asshole like lava down the side of a volcano, dripping in threads and dollops into the mixture. When it subsided, Bijou picked up the glass, gave it one more good stir with her cummy dick, and handed it to Bianca, with three wide straws.

"We here at Happy Cum Cum hope you enjoy," she said in a rich Franco-African accent, her breath still coming in ragged gasps.

Tamiko flopped over onto her side, seemingly completely spent; it was amazing to me how she had cum so explosively without anything even coming near her pussy! But, I guess I had done the same in Clement Hall. Every situation is different. Bijou knelt beside her and stroked her hair, murmuring softly.

Bianca and I walked back to Cat, who was now happily sucking her fingers, and we each took one of the straws and dipped it in the coffee mixture, shiny little eddies of visible girl-cum and female ejaculate swirling on its surface. I drank. It was hot, creamy, spicy, musky, buttery, a million flavors and textures at once, I watched the other girls drink as well and found myself turned on anew by their clear relishing of the naughty flavors all combined. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced.

From behind us I heard stirring, and turned to see Tamiko rising to her feet with Bijou's help. She was bathed in sweat and her previously smooth twintails were hanging in ragged strands or plastered against her naked body. An exhausted smile quirked her lips as she told us, "We need to use this room to prepare for the next Special Request. Eve has prepared a table for you in the main room." Her hand dropped behind her; she was absently playing with her asshole! "Thank you for your patronage." So we turned toward the door back to the main room, Bianca pausing and scooping her bikini top up off the floor and deftly tying it back into place.

***

Ecaterina drained the last dregs of the Special Request through her straw with a schluuup sound, then upended it over her open mouth; a final stubborn globule of Bijou's cum slowly edged toward the rim and finally plopped onto her tongue. I leaned contentedly against Bianca's shoulder. It was delicious, a marvel of perversion, something I could have never thought up in a million years. I wanted to come back again as soon as I could, or maybe even work here someday. The thought of being put through what Tamiko just enjoyed was incendiary.

I had a question still, though. I sat up and addressed the girls. "So why wouldn't she let anyone touch her pussy? I mean, I wasn't going to..." Cat gave me a look, eyebrow arched. "But that was all she said specifically, 'don't touch my pussy.' Is it a rule for the cafe or something?"

"No," Bianca answered. "Tamiko is anal only."

"Like... completely? I'm not sure I get it."

"Well, I think she saves her clit for special circumstances, like she's been getting fucked in the butt for four hours and so one touch on her clit will go off like the grenade. But in general, yeah, she only takes it in the ass. It's a... lifestyle thing for her. Like a spiritual discipline. And you saw how she was in there, it's not like she doesn't cum. It's probably all the better for all that self-denial, which I believe is her thing with it."

"Wow... imagine liking it in the ass that much."

"Yeah," Cat put in sardonically, eying me again with a little secret grin. "Imagine." I lowered my eyes bashfully, my arousal surging forward again in tandem with the red flush in my cheeks. I think she could see how I had been staring with such longing at Tamiko's full tummy and might just as well have been reading my dirty thoughts.

Just then, the main door to the foyer flew open and a flurry of activity came with it. All our attention was drawn to the new arrivals as Eve stood to approach them. "Welcome to Happy Cum Cum, do you have a -"

She was cut off in mid-sentence as the three people swept past her. "Oh goddess," muttered Bianca. "Ugh. Not Meena Khalilzad." She tried to hide her face and I saw Cat doing the same.

A young South Asian woman with long, thick dark hair, dark skin, and glittering dark eyes was in the undeniable lead, stalking inside, fat braless tits bouncing and heels clopping on the floor, with the others at her back. She wore expensive sunglasses, which she tore off and looked around; she was stunning, as beautiful as Tamiko, something I'd have thought very unlikely to see twice in a day. She was, almost shockingly, fully clothed, in a set of tight leggings and a matching spaghetti-strap top, expensive brands, and a sweater tied by the sleeves around her neck. Prototypical rich kid gear. Her companions, though, were not so well-appointed - a woman with curly blond hair and a futa with dusky skin and black hair tied in a bun, girl-cock at half-mast, both naked except for their shoes and collars around their necks, attached to leashes held nonchalantly between the rich girl's manicured nails.

Eve ran back over to her and tried to do her job, but was again cut off. "I am here for a Special Request, no I don't have a reservation," Meena said in a bored voice with a light accent, "but I don't think I need one. I come here once a month at the same time, you should know this by now. Which room shall I wait in?"

"Well, I'm sort of new, I don't know who you are...? And anyway, I'm sorry, but..." She pointed now to a sign with an adjustable clock built into it, that read "We are currently preparing the next Special Request, and will be available at:" - the sign indicated more than hour's wait.

"What?! I come at the same time every time, I expect things to be ready for me, do you have any idea how valuable my time is, and how much money I spend here? Where is Tamiko? I want to talk to her, or Nicole, or -"

She stopped talking, and her eyes narrowed as they landed on us. I was the only one looking, and when she caught me I looked down as quickly as I could. "You," she seethed. "It was because of you! I see the glass!" She turned back to Eve. "You gave these people my Special Request? I'll have your ass for this." She shook the leashes in her hand. "Does this look like fun to you, because you're next!"

Bianca sighed and looked up. "Leave her alone, Meena. You don't own the place; you have to get a reservation like everyone else," she said, conveniently omitting our own lack of a reservation.

"Well." Meena's lips twisted into a sneer. "Bianca Fiereru, oh! And her slut sister! Of course. And who is this?" she asked, indicating me. "Your newest plaything?" She eyed me appraisingly. "I'd have thought even you could do better than raiding the nearest middle school for wayward twelve year olds."

I opened my mouth to speak but Bianca interrupted, getting to her feet. She was significantly taller than the diminutive Meena, who was still taller than me. "Plaything! That really is rich coming from you, or are these two lobotomy patients on leashes behind you your respected colleagues? Not everyone is like you; some of us have friends who are with us voluntarily, not just slaves and simps acting out a compulsion or trying to get something out of you." Meena stepped closer menacingly.

"At least I have something to get. What do you have? Oh right, nothing!" Her hand snaked out and grasped Bianca's top; she yanked at it trying to pull it off.

"Hey, get your hands -"

Without thinking I jumped up and pushed Meena backward into her futa slave, who caught her and bore her up. I drew myself to my full 5'2" and pointed my finger in her face. "Don't you ever touch her or I'll fuck you up, do you hear me?" My Arkansas accent was in full effect. "I don't care who you are, you will not touch my friends."

Bianca rearranged her top as Meena regained her footing and fixed me with a sinister grin, a look in her eyes like she had just found a weird bug and was considering how best to pin it for her collection. "Big mistake, shitheel," she hissed. "You have no idea." Somehow, I held my ground under her withering stare though every fiber of my being screamed at me to quail, to withdraw, to run away far and fast. "You're lucky I don't have any more time to waste on you today, you fucking bucktoothed clodhopper. Don't let me see you again." She turned around and breezed out the door again, her ass drawing my eye in spite of myself, her slaves trailing behind her, leaving me with a triphammering heart and my knees giving out under me as Bianca guided me back into my seat. I was about to cry again - I don't have buck teeth! - I could feel it, when both the sisters took me into a warm group hug, enveloping me in flesh, the intoxicating scent of their delectable bodies making me feel faint.

"I knew you were brave, my little bunny," Ecaterina breathed in my ear. "This is for my sister." Then she took my chin, and with exquisite gentleness, kissed me. It was a light but lingering kiss on my lips, no tongue, almost chaste, but lasting a little too long for that. My eyes closed, and when they opened again, I saw Bianca moving in, and she did the same.

"Thank you, for standing up for me." Feather light, with infinite delicacy, a second or two long enough to let me feel the implicit invitation. I wasn't breathing. My heart was on overdrive. Then, with love in their eyes, they both kissed me at once, this time their mouths parting as mine did, surrendering to the ratcheting heat, their tongues slipping free and dueling with each other, and with my own. I had French kissed before, made out, but never like this. It was the greatest minute of my life. What was about to happen?

Well, nothing. Like that, the kiss was over, and they were drawing away. "We should get you back to the college for your afternoon class," Bianca said, standing up and offering me her hand.