1 comments/ 44371 views/ 2 favorites Blue Plate Special By: Decayed Angel It was a very cold that night, so cold that I decided that instead of heading out to find a restaurant in wind chills below twenty degrees I thought I'd simply go to the hotel's restaurant. It was styled after a nineteen fifties diner with some burgers and some down home foods, including their blue plate specials. I had eaten there before and though they were nothing out of the ordinary, they weren't that bad. Stepping into the restaurant I was greeted by an attractive black waitress, who asked if I wanted to sit at a table or in a booth. I opted for the booth and she led me across the mostly empty room to an empty booth. While following her I couldn't help but notice her ass. She was built well, with nice size breasts, a slender waist and a very well rounded ass. Slipping into the booth, I watched as she walked away, imagining running my hands over that ass. Finally, when she disappeared into the kitchen area, I looked at the menu and decided upon some roast chicken. It wasn't a blue plate special, but it looked good for the price. Several other people who had been eating when I got in were leaving and the waitress had to check them out before coming to take my order. She finished checking out the customers and hurried over to take my order. "Busy night?" I asked. "Well not a busy night for the restaurant, but since three people called in sick, it's been a busy night for me. I got the chef in back and me out front here, that's it." "Well, at least the cold kept a few people away and it's getting worse out there." "I heard it was supposed to snow," she replied. "Well I'm in from Texas, while the snow would be pretty, I don't look forward to getting out in it in the morning." "I'm hoping it holds off until we are finished here." "When do you finish up?" "Oh in about an hour," she replied and then readied her pen and asked, "Now what can I get you?" "I'll have the roast chicken and an iced tea." "Cold day like this, you don't want hot tea?" "No, it's the Texan in me, got to have the iced tea." "Okay, roast chicken and iced tea coming up," she said, wandering back to the kitchen. After turning in the order she headed to the tables where the customers had just left and quickly cleaned up the tables. I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by her ass, as she bent over each of the tables to wipe them off. When she finished, she took the dishes to the back and reappeared with my tea. As she got to my table, she moved over next to me and when she reached over to put the tea in front of me, she moved her hip just a bit, brushing her ass against my arm. I felt my cock quickly come to life, as I moved my arm for the tea, brushing against her ass even more. She then turned to leave, but I reached out, gently brushing my hand on her ass to get her attention and said, "Oh could I have some artificial sweetener?" "Oh you like things sweet?" I smiled and nodded. "Let me see what I can do," she said heading into the back for the sweetener. She took longer than I expected, but finally returned with the sweetener. As she got to the table, she dropped a packet on the floor and when she bent over to pick it up, I glanced down and saw she wasn't wearing any panties. I could see the broad, but smooth dark skin of her ass and reached out, running my palm along the soft skin. "The chef still has about ten minutes till your chicken is ready, are you fast?" "Oh when I feel you wrap around me I know I'll be fast," I replied reaching down to unfasten my pants. I stood up and let my pants and underwear fall to the floor as she reached in her pocket and pulled out some lube. "I like this big white boy," she said, rubbing the lube over the head of my cock and down the shaft. She then bent over the table and pulled her skirt up. Leaning forward I guided my cock to her tiny tight hole and pushed, surprisingly it slipped into her fairly easily. I pushed further feeling her tight ass slide along my cock until I met some resistance. Pushing harder I felt the open to me so I slowly withdrew a bit and the pushed in to the hilt. I sped up my motion, sliding in and out of her, my balls slapping against her ass. She was moving her ass too, pushing it back to me as I thrust forward and pulling off of me as I withdrew. Occasionally, she'd kind of twist her waist, moving her ass in a circular like motion, changing the feel of her on my cock, increasing pressure here, decreasing there. As I got closer to coming, she then tensed her muscles and shook herself, her ass jiggling like a go-go dancer. The sensation from inside her was incredible and in just moments I came, shooting my cum deep into her tight hole. Leaning over her, I left my softening cock burrowed in her as until it slowly pinched me out. She then headed off to the restroom as I pulled up my pants and did the same. I cleaned myself off and then returned to the table. In a few minutes she came out of the kitchen with my chicken, placing it in front of me and then leaning forward to give me a sexy wet kiss. Glancing over at her ass I said, "Well it certainly is good." She looked at me, smiling slyly and said, "If you think that's good you should try The Blue Plate Special, it is really special." She then walked to the kitchen, looking back over her shoulder to wink just as she reached the door. Blue Plate Special White male, 30, blonde, 5'8" 140 lbs. Seeking woman my age or older for JOI. I would be very grateful. I became addicted to Internet porn when my marriage ended, but when I discovered JOI, an acronym for jerk off instructions, I knew that I had to have more than the free clips I'd been watching. I wasn't interested enough to pay for longer videos, but I figured that I might find the real thing on Craigslist. I added the part in the ad about being grateful as a sign that I was willing to pay. I received quite a few emails but they were from hardened prostitutes or meth addicts. I'd just about given up when I received this email: "Hi! I had to Google JOI just to find out what it was and I was surprised but intrigued. My former husband had a thing for female domination. At first I just went along with his fantasies until I found that I actually enjoyed bossing him around. It's been a long time but I think together we could have some mutual fun. If you're still interested, be at this address this Saturday morning at ten." I was excited but terrified. I expected to trade a few emails, some pictures and eventually a phone number. I wasn't expecting her bold response. She must be very trusting or this was some kind of scam. Nevertheless, I was standing the next Saturday morning on the porch of an average looking house in a typical suburban neighborhood. The door was answered by an attractive middle aged woman with incredible green eyes. She had dark red hair with pale freckles and even paler skin. She was wearing khaki shorts, a blouse and sandals. "Oh hi!" she practically shouted, "You must be the guy from the Craigslist ad." I cast a furtive glace around to see if anyone was listening. "Please come in, she said, "Excuse the mess, it's been a busy week." She led me through the house (which didn't appear dirty at all) to a large living room in the back of the house. Like many 50's suburban homes, the room was added on to the house when the family grew larger. It was very bright, with large picture windows and a sliding glass door to the backyard. She invited me to have a seat on the couch while she sat back in a reclining chair. "So, you are interested in JOI, or jerkoff instructions?" There was a pause until I realized that she was expecting me to answer. I nodded my head like a bobble head doll. "I watched some of the videos clips online, she said. "There were a number of different scenarios, but the result ended always with the man jerking off while being laughed at and humiliated. Is that what you were looking for in your ad?" I quietly answered in the affirmative. "Wonderful, but there are some things we need to go over first. There will be no sex. You will not touch me nor I you. You will come over at this time every Saturday morning. We will come in here and you will lower your slacks and underpants to your shoes. You will get down on your knees in front of me and start jerking off. You will not stop until you have reached orgasm, however long that takes. It could be a minute or it could be hours, I really don't care. I can tell by your face that this is why you've come here, isn't it? "There is one other thing I need to make clear. My husband would get so horny and into his fantasies while we played, but as soon as he achieved orgasm he wanted to return to his normal macho self." From underneath her chair she produced a dark blue dinner plate and placed it on the floor at her feet. "This is where you will deposit your semen. Don't get any on my new carpet. If you expect to be invited back for another visit, you will be required to lick it up until the plate is completely clean. Do you think you can do that?" "I don't know, I answered truthfully, "I'm like your husband that way. I always chicken out but I'm willing to try for you." "Aw, that's sweet of you to think of me. Now, let's get started, shall we?" Again there was a long pause until I realized that she wanted me to drop my pants, right then and there! With trembling fingers, I pulled down my pants and knelt before her. I heard for the first time the musical laugh that would soon haunt my dreams. "Oh my goodness! My husband had a small one but yours makes his seem enormous! That's the tiniest dick I've ever seen in the flesh. It's smaller than a roll of quarters! Does it get any bigger?" I answered that it would surely grow when I started jerking off. "Everyone knows that you can't jerk off with a limp dick," she replied. "Go on and play with it for me. Let's see if you can get it hard but first I want you to take the bottom of your shirt and bring it up to the neck. Now, pull it through and down. There, now I can watch you fiddle with yourself. I'd tell you how feminine you look but you aren't into that, are you? That would be so weird!" She laughed hysterically at her sarcasm. She giggled while my fingers fondled my cock. "It looks like we won't need to shave those baby balls, do we? You have hardly any hair at all down there! Tickle those balls while you play with yourself. My, it doesn't seem to be working, does it? I'm going to check my email on my tablet. Keep playing with yourself until you're ready to perform for me. By the way, you will address me always as Mrs. O'Brien." I've never in my life had any trouble getting an erection, but try as I may, it just wouldn't get hard. In fact, my little dick was going turtle on me until nothing showed but the tiny crown. I thought of the long legs, her soft breasts and firm bottom before me but that just made it worse. She settled down in her chair with her tablet. "Start stroking, you pathetic little pervert. I don't care that it's still soft. I like to watch the head flap up and down. I said jerk it! I want to see how much you can cum with that little thing you call a penis. I see that you only need two fingers to jerk off. Even my husband used three, ha! "Come on, I'm supposed to be giving you instructions, so let's see you work those hips. I said roll those buns, jackoff! Hold your dick still and fuck your hand with your pelvis. My god, you really are a failure; you can't even masturbate correctly! You need someone tell you how to beat your meat! I was mortified, but I kept pulling on my dick, frightened by the change in her tone of voice. I realized from the tinny sound of the Ipad's little speaker that she was looking at porn sites. "My god," she exclaimed, "I thought my husband was a freak, but he just wanted me to tie him to the bed and ride his cock. I can't believe people do this stuff. Some of it is funny, some are just disgusting. Look at these guys here, all they want to do is dress up like women and mince around in their hotel room. Some of them like to be spanked or placed over a sawhorse and whipped with a cane. "Look at this guy." She turned the tablet so that I could see the video clip. "He not only let these big black studs fuck his wife, he licked her pussy clean when they finished! That's even more disgusting than this woman fucking her husband with a huge strapon dildo. I know my ass couldn't take that but I'll bet you could—if you were into that stuff. "So many perverts doing the most perverted things, I never would have imagined there were so many sick people out there. Nevertheless, they all have one thing in common. Perverts and sickos that they are, they still aren't as pathetic as you. I don't mean to say that what you do is the sickest or the most repulsive, I mean that you are the most pathetic. "That's right, loser, when it comes to being pathetic, you are lower than the fag who kneels in the men's room with his mouth open. Would you like to know why? Because these people are interacting! They see other people, touch each other, exchange body fluids. They have actual life experiences! They have a life! "But now look at you, kneeling before an ordinary housewife and stroking your little dick, not allowed to touch anyone or anything but that tiny weenie, which by the way is now as stiff as a twig. What gave you a hardon? Was it because I was talking about all of those kinky people, or was it the realization that you are the most worthless, pathetic loser of them all? Answer me! "I don't know what you want me to say, Mrs. O'Brien. I know that I'm a pathetic loser." "Say it again and look me in the eye!" "I'm a pathetic loser." "A pathetic loser with a small dick, say it!" "I'm a pathetic loser with a small dick." "That's right, loser, no one wants to fuck you. No one wants to kiss you or even touch you. Even fat horny slobs go to a strip club and get a lapdance just to feel some body contact. Not you, you'd rather masturbate in front of a soccer mom. I'll bet even the strippers wouldn't want to sit on your lap!" I was masturbating furiously, jerking my cock when I realized that she was recording me with her tablet. Damn, this new technology! I could feel myself getting close when she bent forward so that her face was inches from mine. "I'll bet I can guess what goes through your mind after you've had your orgasm. You laugh at yourself for being so silly, for jerking off to all of those weirdo's and freaks online. But soon, while you are licking your plate clean, you will recall a time when you could end a jackoff session with that sort of denial. Those times ended when I told you that you are lower than all of those creeps. You are a worthless excuse for a man, the most pathetic creep of them all. "But you've known this, deep in your subconscious, you know why you spend hours jerking off to these freaks. You may think after you've spent your seed that you are superior to these people when the truth is, you envy them! "You wish that you had the balls to do some of the things these people enjoy and that's why you are here, because you would rather hide your true emotions. You believe this is all you deserve and nothing more. Well, something more has happened today. Tonight, you will go to sleep with the knowledge that someone else knows your dirty secrets." I could take no more. With a feeble whimper, I ejaculated onto the dinner plate. The contrast of the milky white liquid against the royal blue pottery was almost pretty after I deposited three large puddles of semen onto the plate. Moments later, while I licked my semen from the blue plate, I knew the difference between fantasy and reality. I heard her laughing and realized that never in my life had I felt so degraded and humiliated. She was right. Simply kneeling and jerking off in front of a woman is just sick. I was concerned about the video she recorded but I was even more aware that this was the first time I tasted semen. It tasted awful but I knew that I would do it again for Mrs. O'Brien. I was standing in the foyer waiting to leave. We still hadn't discussed money and I was growing concerned until she handed me her cable bill. It was almost two hundred dollars. "This is due today so you'll have to drive it over there. See you next week!" She smiled cheerfully and closed the door behind me. I wondered what else it would cost me to kneel at Mrs. O'Brien's feet again. Blue Plate Special Ch. 02 Well, the weather got even colder, with snow flurries and icing conditions reported all around the city. I was on foot, so while I didn't have to worry about driving in the deteriorating road conditions, I did have to walk from work in the bitter cold. I was suffering pretty badly in the wind gusts, so I tried to focus my mind on something pleasant in the hopes I could somehow distract myself from the bitter conditions. Work had been frustrating, so I didn't want to go there. Then I remembered the restaurant and the Blue Plate Special that I didn't have. Remembering the waitress' ass and the way it felt in my hands, quickly seemed to warm me up some. The dinner wasn't bad either I remembered. The broiled chicken was tasty and the vegetables and mashed potatoes were good too. The waitress left it up to my imagination as to how good the Blue Plate Special was. If it was anything better than when she bent over for me just before my meal was ready, it just had to be incredible. The memories of my cock sliding into her soft, curvy ass, the way it felt inside the tight opening and how much I had come made me pretty oblivious to the weather. The rest of my walk home was nothing more than a cool day's walk, a bit of exercise. Once I reached the hotel I headed upstairs to my room to drop off my computer and heavy jacket. I went ahead and changed into some jeans and tennis shoes and rode the elevator back down to the hotel lobby. Heading to the restaurant, I was hoping the place would be empty except for the waitress, so I could really try the Blue Plate Special. Stepping inside, I noticed a couple in a booth, but they appeared pretty close to finishing up, otherwise the restaurant was empty. Luckily, the same waitress from the night before, the one with the incredible ass was working tonight, so I was encouraged. She smiled as soon as the saw me and said, "Ah, did you decide to try the Blue Plate Special tonight?" "Well, is it fresh?" "Yes, it's fresh and raring to go. The couple in the corner should be leaving soon, so let me put your order in and get myself ready. I hope you're ready for something very special," she asked, with a wicked look on her face. "Last night was special, if this is better it will be very, very special." She moved quickly into the back as I sat down at the same booth I sat at the night before. The waitress returned in a few minutes, went to the cash register and checked out the couple who had been sitting at the booth in the corner. She then looked up at me and nodded her head, heading over my way. By the time she got over to the booth I had my pants off, my cock hard and was ready for her to lube me up. I went to reach for her ass to turn her around and plunge in when she lifted up her skirt and exposed a small dildo attached to a harness. It was already lubed up and ready to go who knows where. Where? Well I quickly found out when she grabbed my ass, squeezing my cheeks in her hand while she turned me until I faced the table. She then gently pushed my shoulders downward, bending me over. Leaning on the table, I felt the dildo slide up my crack finding my ass. Holding my hips and pulling back on them, she pushed forward, slowly working the dildo into my ass. It felt a bit strange, hurting a bit until I was able to relax and let it slide inside. The sensation of her slowly filling me was like nothing I had felt before and I could feel my cock twitching with the feeling. She paused a moment as I tightened up deep in my ass, but by pushing in and backing out bit by bit, she got me to open completely to her. Once I did open up, she began thrusting and withdrawing at an increasing pace. As she sank the dildo in as deep as it would go, she would grind against me, moaning as the pressure massaged her clit. Once she got her rhythm down, she reached a hand around me and grabbed my cock, stroking it in unison with her thrusts. Feeling her moving in and out of me, while sliding her hand up and down my cock was too much for me and in just a minute or so, I felt myself flooded with pleasure as my cock spurted my cum far across the table. While my cum was splashing all over, she moaned loudly and thrust hard one more time as she climaxed, her hand squeezing my cock tight in her ecstasy. Easing the dildo out of me she whispered, "How was the Blue Plate Special?" "Absolutely delicious," I answered, still breathless. "Are you ready to eat then?" "Eat? Oh you mean my dinner? Sure, I could eat." "Okay, let me go clean up and then I'll bring it on out," she said, hiding the dildo beneath her dress and heading into the restroom. I pulled up my pants and sat back down at the booth, my cum still on the table, sparkling in the neon lights decorating the room. She returned with a rag, wiped up the come and headed back to bring my dinner.