Roasted Beans - Daily Routine
warnings; nasty yan, gross yan, yan male, sub yan, gn reader, cum eating, non-con, oblivious reader,
note; i'm building a catalogue of yans now! bowen, lex/noel, seth, my secret project ;) and now cutie-pie oliver!
It's easy to hide what I do during the autumn months. Everyone loves caramel in autumn. It's easy to hide cum in their caramel latte. It was part of the reason why I liked autumn so much.
Working as a barista in a local cafe wasn't the best job but for what I wanted to accomplish it was perfect. No cities, no bustle, predictable customers and old women who like to tell me about their grandchildren. It was a completely straightforward day. It was perfect for someone who wanted to simply float on by, enjoy their life and relax to watch the world pass. Someone like me, exactly like me.
A smile crossed my face as the bell to the family-owned coffee shop and book cafe opened. There they were in all their glory, their overalls fastened with a knot instead of a buckle. They had told me once that some of the horses had gotten a bit wild. This was one of the reasons I loved working here. My favourite farmhand came in around twelve every day to treat themselves to a latte and something to bite.
"Welcome back." I smiled warmly as they made their way up to the counter, making sure to wipe their boots at the door even though I told them I didn't mind mopping up any residual mud. They grinned at me as they leaned against the counter, their muscles bulging from all the farm work. I had to take deep breaths to calm myself.
"And good morning to you too Oliver." They hummed as they fished their wallet out of their pant pockets. I already knew what drink they would order but they often changed their food item for something special. I swallowed as I watched them scan the display case.
"I'll have one of the cupcakes today I think." They grinned as they pointed to the small ball-like carrot cakes I had baked this morning. I beamed, I had made them a very special one actually. I was hoping they would choose the cupcakes.
"Right then, a cupcake and a latte, salted caramel right?" I wondered as I punched in their total, making sure to add a little discount. It wasn't as if I was babying them, I just wanted them to have some extra cash... of course it was a little selfish though. Extra cash in the bank meant the possibility of a little present for me, or at least that's what I hoped. I knew they liked me, they called me 'sweetheart' sometimes. Jokingly albeit but the hind mind was a powerful force.
"Sure thing." They nodded and tapped their beat-up card before sending me a little mock salute as they went to their usual table. I buzzed as I walked over to the coffee machine, they were in the counter's blind spot which wasn't that great for me. I couldn't watch them enjoy the things I had made but... that meant that there was no way they would know about the extra touch I added to their drinks. My face warmed at the thought.
Since it was such a small cafe there weren't any other attendees today, which again was perfect. Usually around lunchtime the owners would dip down to the primary school and take their daughter out for lunch. I was completely alone, just the way I liked it.
The machine steamed as I made their drink, mixing in the sweet caramel syrup as I loaded the coffee and milk over the top. All I had to do now was duck into the kitchen. I looked around the cafe and once I knew the coast was clear I made my way into the back, staff only.
Quickly I pulled my dick out of my pants, already half hard just from looking at them. A shudder rocked through me as I let my fingers dance on the head of my cock for a moment, imagining that it was them touching me. The thought got me hot and bothered and soon enough I was ready to start.
I had gotten into a nasty habit of doing this with their drinks lately. It had been so long since we first met and they hadn't made a move yet, it was only reasonable that I get a little impatient. So I took to mixing my cum into their drinks. At first, I only swiped my finger over my leaking head and put that in but now... nothing less than one release would suffice.
I tugged my cock as I bit down on my lip to keep my moans silent. I had gotten good at quick sessions, especially since I was still on the job. All I had to do was think of them drinking me in like this, something so intimate and wholly mine... inside them. A flush shot down my back.
My moan built up into a strangled cough as I felt my cock twitch and release, thick ropes of cum dripped into the hot coffee. The cup nearly burnt my hand as I looked down at the mixture for a moment before I took a whisk to it. I had to make sure that it was hidden, it was still a secret and if I was being honest it would probably stay a secret.
I hummed as I tucked my cock back in my pants and pulled out one of the 'special' cupcakes I had made. The two were similar in more ways than one. I plated the cupcake and walked out into the main room once more, breathing deeply to try and will away my blushed face.
With one final caramel swirl, I walked over and placed the two dishes in front of them.
"Here we go, a cupcake and a caramel latte." I smiled as they looked up at me.
"Thanks, you're coffee is always the best!" I nodded as I returned to the counter to watch for other customers. I knew my coffee was the best, it was made only for them.
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