Cute Barista

26-Jan-24

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By Fern

Kinda tame first part but plan to make a part 2

It was a warm spring morning on my regular walk to campus. I normally stop into a dunkin donuts on the way because my crush works there. Shes about 2 years older than me and goes to the same college. She has black hair with occasional subtle purple hightlights. You could almost call her emo or punk but in her barista outfit she looked cute and her warm personality was anything but emo. She was a few inches shorter than me and had a huge ass and nice pair of D Tits to match. It has become a habit for her to take my order than come sit with me while I eat and talk. She knows how I like my coffee and insists she takes care of my order. I have to admit she always gets my coffee exactly right which is rare in a DD. I cant tell she likes me because she is always so chipper and happy when I come in to order my coffee. She often goes off into the back to get my creamer fresh and sometimes it takes a few minutes. This was odd to me at first but Im not complaining because she brings it to me and sits with me to talk which is great service. She always watches me take my first sip and waits eagerly for me to tell her that its good as always. I plan to ask her out soon and I can tell shes waiting too. All the other girls that work there tell her when I arrive so she can handle my order so I think they are waiting too. One morning she brought me a boston cream donut and told me it was on the house. I thanked her and took the donut but noticed she was kinda staring at me fidgety and nervous. I figured it was because she wanted me to compliment the donut she brought me. So I took a bite of it… it tasted a little weird, there was a salty taste mixed with the boston cream… I realized she was growing more worried and nervous as I took my time tasting it with a skeptical face. I quickly snapped back to reality and told her it was very good and ate the rest of it as normal as I could ignoring the slight salty taste. I would eat her cooking if it was burned cause I liked her so I acted like I had never had a better donut. She was so happy I thought she might cry tears of joy. A few months later I went in late at night after my workout at the gym. I didnt know that shed be working this night just decided to come and see. I was in luck because she was the only one working and I was the only customer. In order to seem like I was there for a real reason I ordered a regular glazed donut and some yogurt for the post workout protein. She said shed have to go back and get granola for the yogurt real quick and it was taking her a second. I decided to peak back and see how the magic is made in the kitchen. I rounded my head and didnt see her so I went in a lil more and rounded another corner and saw her with her shirt hiked up over her bra. And her pants pulled down about to her knees. Her large ass jiggled as she stroked the long 8″ uncut dick in her hand. My jaw dropped as I watched her tip leak a long string of precum into my yogurt that never seemed to end. She pinched her precum string with her fingers and brought it to her lips without it breaking off from her tip. She began to stroke harder and faster as her breathing picked up. She aimed her tip first at 6 regular glazed donuts and shot 3 giant ropes of thick cum all over the 6 donuts. Then she pointed her tip at my yogurt and released 3 more large ropes of cum. I was standing around a corner only 10 feet away and could see that her cum had overflowed my yogurt cup and poured over the sides. My jaw was dropped and my confusing boner strained at my pants. As she placed the donuts in a box and stirred the yogurt I retreated back to my table and considered leaving right then and there. I had never been attracted to dicks before especially not cum and wasnt sure If I should confront her about this. My mind was racing and I couldnt collect my thoughts before she came out once again dressed and holding my order and smiling like nothing had happened. She explained that the donuts were free because she was going to have to throw them out anyway and she referred to my yogurt as extra protein yogurt. My mind was still racing and I did my best to thank her like normal. I must have forgot that she always waits to see me taste her food because we sat there silently for almost a minute before she asked if im going to take a bite. Nervously I took a spoonful of yogurt up to my mouth and she could barely hide her excitement on her smiley face as I slowly took it into my mouth. It was obvious that there was something wrong with this yogurt, anyone would have accused it of going bad. A salty musky thick goo mixed in with the yogurt and overpowered it by a good bit. I gulped it down reluctantly and told her it was delicious to her delight. Then I tried the donut. It was less obvious in taste but was slimy to the touch in a way galzed donuts arent supposed to be, and I have a half dozen of these things so she wants me to eat her double glazed donuts all week. We sat together as I slowly ate my yogurt seeing no obvious excuse out of this. Normally we would talk alot but she seemed more fixated on watching me eat than normal, now I knew why. As I ate I realized that she had been going into the back to make all of my coffees for months and this wasnt the first time she has fed me food that tasted funny. I thought back to how much cum she was able to produce and felt my dick strain against my pants again. After I finished my yogurt I made some excuse to get out of there, but she stopped me. She shyly looked at the ground stuttering and beating around the bush before taking a deep breathe and blurting out that she wants to go on a date with me. My heart fluttered, I may as well have entirely forgotten about her feeding me her cum secretly. I said yes and we finally exchanged phone numbers so we could make plans. I left with a full belly and a date with my crush in the near future… everyone runs on dunkin cum or something