Blowjob Cafe

"Yay! I knew you were gonna pick me!"

Pinkie Pie bursts excitedly from the counter towards you, standing by your side before you barely know it. The next moment, her arms are around you, one curling around your back while the other rests gently between your chest and stomach.

"We're gonna have so much fun... come on!"

She uses her grip on you to get you to start walking off towards your own booth. You can only let yourself be led, busy trying desperately to calm yourself down as your brain overloads itself with the idea of this pink-maned pony come to life, wearing close to nothing, sucking you off. You don't have much luck, considering the tingles of pleasure the affectionate touch of her hands is triggering. Your cock is only getting more stiff, not less! You weren't expecting her to take things from 0 to 60 so damn fast! Then again, you probably should have been. You did choose Pinke Pie.

She sits you down in a booth seat. You briefly consider crossing your legs to hide the tent in your pants, but decide that'd only look weird.

"Okay, so here's our drinks and cakes options!"

That infectious, unbounding excitement of hers is brought even to the simple act of announcing the menu she lays down in front of you. You give it a courteous glance, but barely process any of it, eager to get your eyes back on the sexy pony maid standing right by you.

"But if you're here to party, you wanna add the option below that."

Those words, and especially the way she says them, do manage to get your eyes back on the menu. Down past the cakes and drinks is a single row for a separate menu item. Sure enough. Blowjob. Even after seeing Princess Luna already busy serving a customer with exactly that, its presence on the menu triggers a fresh reaction in you. Your face manages somehow to burn even more hotly, and you have to shift in your seat just to try to distract yourself from how much your dick's throbbing.

"Well, I'll take that as a yes!"

At this point your answer's definitely yes, but you're tightened throat doesn't seem to want to let you form any words at all.

"And you want a vanilla milkshake and the caramel mudcake? Excellent choice, Master!"

You don't bother trying to correct her. You're not really sure you're the "Master" here, either. As much as her frilly outfit suggests subservience, Pinkie's urgency and willingness to take charge send a totally different message.

"Uhh, yeah. Thanks."

At least you managed to say something.

"Okay! I'll go get them ready for you now!"

You nod watching as she turns with a flourish, that tiny skirt of hers offering a generous flash of white cotton panties with a cutesy, childish print of balloons all colours of the pastel rainbow.

"Oh, I almost forgot! Silly Pinkie!"

She turns back to face you, and smiles a slightly ominous smile. Her hand moves to her skirt, and your eyes follow it, watching in disbelief as she grabs the hem and easily flips it up to expose her panties again. They look like they might be a size too small, hugging very, very snugly to her body and leaving no doubt of the shape of her pussy lips waiting just underneath. She doesn't stop there, though. Her other hand slips its thumb into the waistband of her panties and curls around it. Your eyes are transfixed, your stomach sick with anticipation.

"You're our millionth customer! Or was it the seven hundred and fifty fourth? Anyways, you get a bonus!"

Her thumb gives her panties a good downwards tug, right in the middle. You can't help but give a sort-of grunt, sort-of groan as her hairless sex comes into view. A pristine little pussy, all that's visible from your angle is the crease between her puffy lips. You want to touch it, feel it wrapped around your cock. She looks really tight. You stare, well aware that you're being pretty shameless, but unable to turn away.

"Heehehe! The last seven hundred and fifty fourth customer really liked the bonus too!"

You groan at that, but aren't about to point out the flaws in the logic that lead to her showing you her hot little pussy. Unfortunately, she then pops her thumb free and her panties snap back into place, her skirt falling back down to (barely) protect her modesty.

"Okay! Time to make sweets!"

She turns away from you again, and you watch her walk off toward the kitchen, still just sitting there dumbfounded at what just happened. Not so dumbfounded that you can't savour the slight sway to her hips, and the way the length of her skirt shows off with every swish the curves of her pert bumcheeks and the tight panties that cling to them.

Pinkie disappears, and you're left sitting there, stunned and horny. Time passes as you watch Fluttershy greet a customer, and then him suddenly stand to join her by the table. He pushes her to her knees, and starts using her mouth then and there, before even ordering food and drink. Whoa.

Pinkie returns with the exact same level of excitement she left with.

"I'm back! Did ya miss me, Master?"

Your head nods before you can even think how you want to answer.

"Well here's your drink! And an extra large piece of caramel mudcake!"

She's not kidding. It looks like she's practically given you half of the whole cake! And no matter how good it looks, you're not sure you could even manage a single bite right now, what with the dryness of your mouth and a queasy feeling of anticipation in your stomach. What you want is Pinkie's mouth, not cake! The pretty pink pony seems to pick up on your hesitation.

"Aren't you gonna try some? I made this one myself!"
"Err, maybe just some milkshake first."

Maybe the cold drink will help you calm down a little. You help yourself to a good, long suck through the straw. It's sweet. Delicious. Doesn't help cool you down one bit. You try another long drink.

"This is boring. Can I suck you off now?"

You half-choke around the straw still in your mouth, eyes widening as they stare at the grinning girl. You eagerly nod, before you even take the straw out of your mouth. Pinkie squees, hands up to her chin as she gives a little jump of excitement.

"Yay! You better try my cake after, though!"
"Promise."
"OK! Master, lie down."

You do as she suggests, lying yourself down along the long booth seat. The erection tenting your pants is only all the more obvious in this new position, and the pink-haired girl's attention goes right to it.

"Ready for some fun I see!"

She slips her slender body into the small gap between seat and table, striding along until she's right by your crotch. She leans over, unzipping and unbuttoning your pants, and tugs them down out of the way. Now only your underwear remain between your needy dick and the giggly girl.

"Mini Master! Come on out!"

She stands and stares, as if expecting your cock to somehow remove your underwear on its own.

"Mini Master? Helllooooooooo?"

Her soft fingers tap your straining erection through your underwear. You groan, even those brief, indirect touches making you throb that much harder. Pinkie frowns, appearing hard in thought. A few seconds pass awkwardly before you sigh, and pull down your underwear yourself. Your dick springs free.

"Ohh! There he is! Mini Master, hiya! Wanna play?"

Your cock answers for you, standing up as straight as it possibly can, twitching proudly.

"Goodie! Here we go!"

Pinkie Pie steps up onto the couch seat, then swings her leg over and brings the other up so that she's straddling you, right at your crotch. Before you can dream too much about getting to stick it in that cute little cunt she showed you before though, she falls forward into a crawling position and starts scooching back towards you. You end up with a faceful of balloon-print panties, and Pinkie's mouth gently blowing cool air onto your erection.

"Ready?"

She asks, but doesn't wait for a reply. Her lips engulf your manhood, head already starting an eager bob.

Touch her while she does it
Lie back and enjoy