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Diner

By: Ashson



It was early afternoon when I pulled into the diner, the off time for them. A little too late for those wanting lunch and a little too early for anyone wanting an afternoon break. There was a new girl behind the counter and I gave her my order and sat down to wait.

The new girl was pretty and young and bubbly, full of smiles. She was quite willing to chat with the customers, me in this case, without being too forward. Not that I'd have objected if she wanted to be a bit forward with me. She was around eighteen, dark hair, dark eyes, nice tan, and a very nice figure. A C cup, according to my discerning eye, which is what I consider the right size for my hand.

My snack came out and I took my time, enjoying it. The cook was an old friend and highly skilled. When I say old, I mean very old, as he was in his seventies. He only worked in the diner because he found it too boring being retired. Darlene, the waitress, hung around and flirted mildly for a while, then went back to her stand behind the counter, reading a magazine while keeping one eye on me in case I needed something else.

My appreciation of the new waitress was shortly to take a marked downturn. I finished my coffee and strolled over to the counter to pay for the meal. I handed Darlene a fifty and she stuck it in the till and then started dithering. I have never known anyone take so long to count out some change. She dropped some change and had to pick it up. Dropped it again and picked it up again. I waited patiently and she finally counted out my change.

She short-changed me. I had handed her a fifty and received change from a twenty. I gently pointed this out to her.

Normally when someone short-changes you and you point it out they apologise and give you the rest of your change. The chances are that, if it's a deliberate ploy, the checkout girl will have the rest of your change under her hand, ready to give it to you if you complain, or to pocket it if you walk away without noticing. Sometimes they'll argue the point, but very rarely.

Darlene was prepared to argue the point. She smiled very prettily and flatly denied that she'd given me the wrong change.

"Oh, no," she insisted, "you only gave me a twenty. You can see that I rang it up as a twenty. Look, I haven't even put it under the snap on the drawer. It's just resting on top."

Maybe it was, but I'd been watching and she'd raised the snap and lowered it on the fifty. I'd taken note of that because the norm is to stick the fifty on the clip in front of the till while they count out the change. That way what you gave them is in plain sight and there is no argument. The rotten little bitch was deliberately trying to pinch my money and make me feel guilty for suspecting that she could make a mistake like that.

I was very specific. I stated flatly that I'd given her a fifty that she had placed in the till. I didn't give a damn what she'd rung up, I wanted the correct change. She flatly refused. I'd given her a twenty, she insisted, tears in her eyes, and that was all she could give me change for. If she gave me change for a fifty she'd be short when the till was balanced and she'd have to pay the difference.

It was a brilliant performance, but a performance was what it was. I was supposed to feel like a heel for making her cry, concede that I might have made an error, and depart quietly, leaving her victorious. Instead I jibbed, demanding my change.

Darlene got louder, protesting hard enough for the cook to hear and come out, demanding to know what the problem was. I suspected that she had old Charlie wrapped around her finger and expected him to give her unconditional support. I put my case first.

"I paid Darlene with a fifty and she had deliberately short-changed me," I said flatly.

"No," protested Darlene. "That's not it at all. He only gave me a twenty and he's trying to make it look like it's my fault. It's not, I swear."

Very pettily said, and there was a real catch to her voice. Old Charlie nodded thoughtfully and made his pronouncement.

"Give him his change, Darlene," he said. "We need to have a little talk."

"What?" Darlene was shocked. "You're taking his word over mine?"

Oh, the injury in her tone. How could Charlie do this to her? Was there no justice in the world? 

"Darlene," said Charlie with a sigh, "do you remember me saying the owner would be dropping by today? Let me introduce you to Brendan."

"My change, please, Darlene," I said softly, smiling gently.

At least, it was supposed to be a gentle smile. Darlene cringed at the look on my face so maybe it wasn't all that nice a smile. She hastily produced the missing thirty dollars and handed it to me. 

"Thank you," I said. "Charley, why don't you shut up shop for a short while? We're about to have a staff meeting."

"So," I said, turning to Darlene, while Charlie went and turned the door sign to closed and locked the door. "Run that little scam very often, do you?"

"It wasn't a scam," Darlene protested. "I honestly thought that you'd only given me a twenty. I swear I did." 

"Well, I'd love to believe you, but I've had a complaint about you doing the same thing to someone else," I said affably. "That tends to suggest a pattern."

I was going to lower the boom on her and she knew it. The tears vanished and she just looked plain furious. She was fairly caught and there was nothing she could really say, so she wasn't going to bother. Charlie had other ideas.

"Ah, a word with you, boss, before you do anything that I'll regret," said Charlie before I could take Darlene to pieces. 

I raised a quizzical eyebrow at him. He knew the policy where cheating the customers was concerned. One strike and you're out. Darlene didn't have a leg to stand on. Well, she did, two very nice ones, but they weren't going to help her any.

"Darlene really needs this job," Charlie said quietly. "If she loses it she's not going to find another one around here. She's a good worker and popular with the customers. I'll be in everyone's dirt book if she gets fired."

"You know, I don't think she'll be too popular with the customers once they twig to the fact that's she's ripping them off," I pointed out. 

"She'll cry and deny it. Who do you think they're gonna believe, you or her."

I had to grin at that. She was almost able to convince me that I'd handed her a twenty instead of a fifty, and I'd made a note of the serial number on the bill. Essential for little traps like this.

"Trouble is, if I keep her on she gets off scot free, decides that we're soft, and keeps on bilking the customers. Someone's going to wise up and we could find out reputation going down the tubes."

"Well, I didn't say let her off scot free. I guess some sort of penalty need to be applied. I'm just saying give her another chance."

I looked at Darlene who was looking totally innocent and put-upon, letting Charlie speak for her. Probably her best course of action at this stage. 

"So if I keep her on and apply a different penalty, what would it be? A bit hard to demote someone who's already on the lowest rung and I'm not allowed to apply financial penalties. Running the cash register is an essential part of her job. I need to be able to trust her and at this point, I can't." 

Charlie scratched his head and pondered. I waited. Darlene played Brer Fox, lying low and saying nothing.

"She's just a kid," muttered Charlie.

Not according to her employee details. I didn't point this out because Charlie wasn't actually talking to me. He was considering Darlene. 

"Give her a kid's penalty," Charlie decided. "Warm up her bottom with a paddle. That'll show her that you're serious about this."

I didn't laugh in his face. I like old Charlie. I considered the suggestion (for about one millisecond).

"I don't think that's entirely appropriate, Charlie," I told him, glancing over at Darlene who was looking annoyed and flushing at the suggestion that she be paddled. "For a start, she's not a kid, and I very much doubt that she'd agree to your suggestion."

"Yes, I would," said Darlene quickly. "If it means keeping my job I'd have no problems with it."

"There you go, boss. Problem solved," said Charlie, with a note of triumph in his voice. 

I gave him an irritated glance and an even testier one for Darlene.

"All right," I snapped. "Just as long as Darlene agrees and knows that this is her first and last chance. Any further troubles and she will be out."

"No worries, boss," said Charlie. "She'll be as good as gold. Won't you, Darlene?"

Darlene nodded eagerly.

"Yes. Truly I will. I'm sorry for what I was doing."

Sorry that she'd been caught, in my opinion. Maybe Charlie's spanking would help straighten her up.

"Alright, Charlie, you can deliver a good paddling to Darlene. I'll have a word with her after you've finished." 

"Eh? Not me. You're the boss. It's going to be your responsibility. Some things you don't delegate."

"Me?" I asked indignantly. "It was your idea. You know her. I'm barely acquainted with her."

"All the more reason you should do it," Charlie said with a nasty smile. "It makes it more official. Me, I have to work with her. Bit hard for me to do that if she's whining about me having spanked her. I'll go for a walk and leave the pair of you to attend to it."

With that the rotten sod turned and almost bolted out the door, closing it firmly behind him. I glared after him and then turned and fixed the glare on Darlene.

"I am not at all pleased about this," I told her.

"Oh, like I am?" she asked. "It's my bottom that's getting paddled, remember?"

"And rightly so," I pointed out, which scored me an angry look. 

I could suddenly see the funny side of the situation. Old Charlie was probably busting a gut laughing at my predicament. I'd better make the best of it.

"You might as well bend over the counter right there next to the till," I told Darlene. "Seeing the till will remind you of why you're getting this spanking in the first place."

I received another killer look, but there wasn't much else she could do about it. She'd agreed, despite my protest. She went and leaned over the counter, head resting on her crossed arms. I moved up next to her.

"Right, let's get this out of the way," I said, hitching up her tunic and tucking it into her belt.

Darlene flinched a little but didn't object. At that point. It was when I said, "These might as well come down," and started lowering her panties that she voiced her concern.

"Wait on," she said quickly. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just lowering a naughty brat's panties prior to spanking her," I said, briskly tugging them down around her knees.

"I didn't agree to having my panties pulled down," Darlene protested.

"How else would you expect to get your bottom smacked?" I asked. "It seems perfectly reasonable to me. Anyway, they're down now, so it doesn't really matter."

A very nice bottom she had, displayed to good advantage. 

"You know," I said, "bottoms are made for spanking. Notice how nicely the curve of your bottom matches the curve of my hand."

She gave a little squeak as my hand settled on her bottom, gently stroking the curve. My hand did indeed fit the curve of her bottom very nicely. It was almost a shame to have to spank it. Almost.

I lifted my hand and brought it smartly down on Darlene's bottom. She gasped. I don't think she'd really accepted what was going to happen until that moment. She gave a squeal and a protest at the next spank.

"Not so hard," she wailed. "That hurts."

"You're kidding me, right?" I suggested. "You do realise that a beating is supposed to hurt?"

I emphasized this with another firm spank. She wasn't struggling or trying to move out from under, I noticed. Just wailing and protesting. Which made me wonder, just how much of her wailing was a put-up job? I paused for a moment. 

"Darlene, if you're putting on a show in the hope that I'll go easier, don't bother. I know exactly how I'm going to spank you and I have no intention of changing it just because you're weeping and wailing."

With that I continued on my merry way, delivering a number of hard spanks to her bottom, helping it develop a nice healthy flush. I did here something that sounded like, "Bastard," muttered through gritted teeth, but Darlene ceased her wailing protests. 

I kept up the spanking until Darlene started apologising and promising never to cheat a customer again. With that point reached, I spanked her harder, pointing out that at this stage all she was truly sorry for was getting caught.

By the time I considered it was enough Darlene was genuinely regretting her behaviour. I stood her up and turned her to face me, and I sensed that there were genuine tears in her eyes. She was trying so hard to hold them back I figured they must be real.

"There's not going to be a next time, is there, Darlene," I said softly, and she shook her head. 

"All right, then. Now turn around and bend back over the counter." 

She wanted to protest but didn't have the nerve. I won't say her spirit was broken, but it was biding its time for a better battleground. She turned and leaned over the counter again, head resting on her hands.

I placed a hand on her bottom, gently soothing it. As well as gently soothing her bottom my hand wandered further around until I was also soothing her pussy. I had noticed that it had seemed to get a little agitated during the spanking, with Darlene's stance including a slow spreading of her legs until her pussy was on display.

She gasped when my hand closed over her mound, rubbing it fairly firmly. I could feel the heat inside her, and moisture was beading around her slit. I rubbed harder, letting a finger drag along her slit, her lips pursing and spreading slightly to give me access.

"What are you doing?" she muttered. "That's not part of any spanking."

"Yes, it is," I disagreed. "After a woman is spanked she generally gets fucked, if the man has any balls at all, so that means I need to prepare you for what's coming."

"I never agreed to that," she protested. 

Uh-huh. Her spirit was alive and well and prepared to do battle.

"True," I said, happy that I could agree with her. "You can call this a bonus for being a brave girl and taking your spanking without too much whinging." 

By now I had a couple of fingers dipping deeper into her, teasing and exploring, building on an arousal that I suspected had started with that first spank.

"B-but you can't do that unless I say you can."

"Incorrect," I murmured. "I can do it anytime I like, because I'm bigger and stronger than you. Your consent, refusal, or silence, only indicate the legal definition of what I'm doing to you. Now you haven't consented, but neither have you refused, so I guess this means that this is seduction. Reluctant seduction, possibly, but still legal."

I'm not sure if she was going to try out a refusal for size, but if she was it got lost in her sudden shriek of shock.

"Sorry. Is this your clitoris?"

From the second wailing cry I guessed that it was.

"Sensitive little thing, isn't it," I said affably. "Maybe I'd better change tactics slightly."

I'd already managed to unzip. Rather necessary to reduce the building pressure. I rubbed my cock firmly against her pussy, sliding the length of it along her slit, making sure she knew exactly what was touching her. Apart from a gasp she didn't react. This changed slightly when I started stroking the head back and forth along her labia, teasing them. She moved restlessly under my touch, but didn't try to pull away.

I held steady for a moment and then pushed. Her lips yielded quite happily, giving way to let me enter and closing around me to hold me once I passed. 

"You shouldn't be doing this," Darlene said with a groan, but at the same time she was pushing back to take me deeper. 

"Of course I should," I murmured, pressing steadily forward. "How else am I to take your mind of that brutal beating? You'll find that a little internal massage takes the sting away."

I gave one last firm push and slid neatly into position, my groin pressed firmly against her. I paused like that.

"Darlene, exactly how do I get at your breasts?" I asked with a tinge of frustration.

Bitch. She sniggered at me.

"You can't," she said happily. "You would have to completely strip me."

Surveying her tunic and apron I had to admit that what she said was probably true. There was no convenient top to slip my hands under. I'd have to completely take off both apron and tunic before I could even get at her bra. Disgruntled, I pulled back and thrust in firmly, my hands holding her hips to give me extra oomph.

She gasped, but by the time my next thrust was driving home she was pushing back to meet it. From then on things got a little hot and heavy. I took her hard, not making any allowances for her relative inexperience. She wasn't a virgin but, at eighteen, how much experience could she have had? Not that it mattered. She was getting a lot more right now, and she was handling it superbly. 

Youth and enthusiasm, I found, more than made up for limited experience, and those were two things she had in abundance. I was almost lifting her off her feet I was driving in so hard, and all she did was gasp and pant and push back against me, not letting me have all my own way. 

I'd warmed up nicely and was driving in vigorously, having fun while slowly building up to the end game, and Darlene was with me all the way, matching me stroke for stroke. Eventually I could sense that it was nearly time for my end game. That's when she shocked the socks off me.

"Stop," she yelled.

"What?" I almost roared in disbelief.

"Stop," she repeated. "I want to turn around. I want to see."

Bloody hell, was my thought. I pulled back, disengaging, and spun her around to face me. My cock was glistening with moisture, covered in her juices, hovering scant inches from her pussy.

"OK, now," she gasped, giving a little shriek as I drove back in, letting her see me sink into her.

It's odd. Even a little interruption like that can bring you down off your peak. I was back to playing catch-up, although from her reaction she hadn't lost any of her enthusiasm and readiness. She was breathing hard, but I suspect that I was breathing even harder. I drove in relentlessly, eager to bring her to fulfilment, seeking my own at the same time.

It was funny. She wanted to watch, she said, but now that she could her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back, little cries of need escaping her lips as I took her. Then I was going in harder, feeling my release burgeoning, then I was flooding her while she gave a little cry and started shaking, clinging tightly to me as her own climax swept through her.

Darlene just sagged back against the counter for a few moments. Then she gave me a bright smile, excused herself, and vanished into the ladies room. I took the opportunity to tidy myself up. 

A few minutes later Darlene came skipping back into the main room, looking young and virginal, totally untouched by anything that had gone on. We chatted for a few minutes, discussing her job and her ambitions. Without actually referring to light fingers I got the message across that she had a second chance, don't blow it. I got the silent message back that she would be fine, there would be no more short-changing the customers. 

Charlie returned a short time later, leaving the door unlocked so that the diner was again ready for customers. He looked at Darlene's sunny face and frowned at me.

"Did you wimp out on the beating?" he hissed quietly, apparently not wanting Darlene to hear.

"No, Charlie," I replied. "If you doubt me, ask Darlene to show you her bottom. You'll find it has a nice glow to it. We've had a serious talk while you were gone. I think you'll find she'll do very well."


Diner Boss



My name is Ilana and I absolutely adore sex! I'm eighteen, busty and curvy in all the right places and I'm going to tell you about one of my hot sexual encounters.

I was on my way home from work on a Friday evening and I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my co-worker Bing - in the local diner where I worked as a waitress. He was tall, 34, Asian and one of the head chefs.

"Hey, wait up!" he called. I turned around and smiled at him.

"What a day today...oh my god!" I sighed as he poked me in the side in jest. 

"I know...Fridays are always crazy because no one wants to make lunch for themselves by the end of the week -- they're too lazy," he ranted. "Stupid lazy people," I kicked a stone on the walkway ahead of me.

"At least it's the weekend, right?" he smiled at me and ran off in the opposite direction on his way home.

I thought he was a nice guy. Ok, more than a nice guy -- I thought he was really sexy and I had never been with an Asian man before. He had no idea I had a bit of a crush on him, and I was far too shy to tell him anything of the sort. We talked in passing at work and sometimes said 'hi' to each other after work as well, but never anything beyond that.

I could tell he was at least somewhat curious about my gothier lifestyle, which is nothing new. A lot of people don't understand the subculture -- which is fine for me, I like maintaining a sense of mystery now and then! On Monday morning he was a little bit late for clocking in and I chided him about it slightly.

"I had such a short weekend," he complained. "Too much to do and not enough time to do it in"

"I know what that's like -- I was helping a friend move. My whole body hates me today." I replied.

He poked me in the stomach again and grinned at me "Sure," he said "That's why your body hurts."

He smiled and turned into the men's change room. I wanted to flirt back, but I was far too shy to speak up, so I just smiled, blushed slightly and went into the girls change room to set my things down.

The chatter of the girls just went in one ear and out the other as I changed into my work clothes and clocked in.

As the day went on, Bing smiled his big smile at me several times throughout the day. I smiled back, but I had a feeling he just thought of me as a co-worker -- or at most, a friend.

After work that day, I went to the bar attached to the diner and had a glass of red wine. When I was finished I walked back through the kitchen to the women's change room. Bing was in the main kitchen preparing basics for tomorrow. I smiled and leaned on the counter and started up a conversation with him.

"You know," I smiled "I have a crush on you." I said matter-of-factly.

H e looked up from his dish and raised his eyebrows at me "Oh, really?"

I pursed my lips together slightly and then smiled at him. "Yep"

"So....what do you want to do about that, then?" he placed chicken into a container for use the next day.

I twirled my hair a little and let out a small giggle. "Anything you have in mind?" I asked. "Well," he put down his chef's knife and turned to look at me with a half cocked smile. "The first thing that comes to mind," he rounded the counter to the side I was on "is that I want to fuck your brains out."

I suddenly realized just how wet my panties were at the moment. He placed a hand on my lower back and I felt a tingle run up my spine, as well as down my panties.

"Oh really?" I turned and smiled at him. "Because I would love for you to ram that cock in me," I let my hands roam the growing bulge in his pants. His muscles tensed and he breathed out slowly, leaning in to me. "Bend over." He demanded.

I smiled slyly and bent over the stainless steel counter. He lifted my skirt up and rubbed his fingers along my wet panties. 

"What a dirty little girl you are...look at how wet these panties are!" he massaged my crotch making me all the more wet.

He slid his thumbs down the top of the panties and pulled them down my ass slowly. Revealing my shapely as he massaged it, working his hand through to my pussy. 

"Look how much you want my cock....what a good little slut." He poked a finger into my soaking wet hole. I gasped slightly at the touch.

My back was arched and I was leaning completely over the counter. He dropped his belt to the floor and I heard his pants unzip. I felt the tip of his cock rubbing along my ass, making my cunt twitter with anticipation. He grabbed my hair at the base of my neck and slowly pushed his rock hard cock into my pussy.

I let out a soft moan as he did so. He rocked his hips against my ass and moved his cock expertly inside of me. Pulling on my hair slightly he let out a groan.

"What a good little slut you are..."

He started to ram his cock harder inside me. I was truly the most turned on than I had been in weeks and began to cum suddenly, unable to hold myself back. He felt my pussy tighten around his cock and goaded me on even more.

"Oh yeah -- that's it. Fucking cum on my cock, slut."

He pounded into me harder and harder while I began to moan loudly, but trying to stifle myself -- else someone hear us.

I felt him start to slow down as he was getting closer and closer to cumming himself. It was a first for me, but I came again as he did this. I moaned loudly into the unforgiving cold counter. As soon as I had cum the second time, he pulled his cock out of my soaking wet cunt and pushed me to the ground. 

"Come on baby girl -- swallow my cum!" he groaned and forced his cock into my mouth. 

I sucked diligently on is cock, raising my eyes up to look at him as I did so. I started to taste a salty cream in my mouth. He grabbed my head and motioned it back and forth along his cock.

"Oh fuck yeah, baby. Swallow my nasty cum like a good girl. That's it."

I swallowed every drop that landed in my mouth, licking the remains off of his still hard cock when he was done. I smiled up at him, cum covering my face.

He pulled up his boxers and pants and looked down at me with a cocky smile. "You're my new kitchen fuck toy..." he rubbed the cum into my lips before walking away.

I knew I would enjoy my afternoon fucks from now on with my sexy Asian boss. 



Diner Delight



Lorelai Gilmore was thankful for many things. Coffee, mostly, and the fact that her parents had decided against moving to Stars Hollow. But mostly coffee. 

She had good friends in Michel and Sookie and Jackson. She had Rory, her best friend in the whole world, and their relationship was better than ever now that Logan Huntzberger was out of the picture. 

And then there was Luke.

Luke. Her fiancé. Her knight in shining (if not slightly dented) armor. He never failed to support her, to try to curb her addiction to caffeine, fried food, and town functions, to be there for her when she needed him most. Most days she tried to be cute enough to let him know that she loved him for it.

Today, she had his dick in her mouth.

It was one of her weird erotic fantasies. She loved the idea of sucking his cock in the diner, where anyone who peeked behind the counter, or Lane or Cesar in between orders, could immediately tell what was going on. So she surprised him by showing up right after the lunch rush.

"Hey there handsome," she said, swinging her little purse up onto the counter and claiming an empty stool.

"I thought you were at work," was his gruff reply. He poured her a cup of coffee. It was routine by now, a reflex he couldn't help. 

"Yeah, well, the boss let me out for lunch," Lorelai quipped. "Given that the boss is, well, me, and things at the inn are pretty slow today, I thought maybe I could spare me for a bit." She reached up to play with the whorls of chest hair poking out of the flannel shirt he wore with her fingertips. "Hi."

"You said that already," Luke said. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, surprised and a little pleased when she darted her tongue playfully towards his. 

"Hey... Where's all your help?" she asked quietly.

Luke looked confused. "Oh," he said dismissively, "Lane went home for her break and Cesar's pretending not to play Angry Owls or whatever it is on his cell phone in the back." 

Lorelai grinned, her eyes mischievous. 

"Why?" Luke was suddenly wary of his fiancée. She sometimes got strange ideas, and by the time she got around to sharing them with everyone else, it was usually too late to talk her out of them.

"Well..." She gave him a playful smile. She slipped behind the counter and kissed him again. "There's something I've always wanted to try." She knelt down in front of him, and backed under the counter, so she was mostly hidden behind the curtains that hid the empty space.

"Lorelai, what the hell are you doing?" Luke hissed, hoping to God Cesar didn't decide to come around the corner at that very moment. The one customer he had was seated at the window, and didn't seem interested in ordering anything else at the moment, since it was Kirk and he was going over the books for his latest business venture, and from experience Luke knew it could take hours to make him move. "I have customers!"

She smirked as she unbuckled his belt and savored the feeling of the monster bulge he was packing in his jeans before she slipped her slim hand into his pants. "So?" She pulled his cock, which had begun to spring to life, out and blew on it.

Luke was in a tough spot. On one hand, he was in the diner, and Cesar or Kirk could need him to do something at any moment. On the other hand, Lorelai was a champion cocksucker, and she usually got her way. 

"Oh, the hell with it," he muttered. He snatched up the newspaper and shook it open, to give the casual observer the idea that he was just standing at the counter, reading the paper in between rushes. 

Lorelai took that to mean he was giving her the green light, and immediately took the bulbous head into her pretty, lipglossed mouth. She lunged down his length, cupping his ballsac in her other hand as she swallowed his dick to the root.

Luke fidgeted with the paper nervously. Lorelai wasn't holding back anything, and was bobbing on his dick like a pro. The cold air from the fan behind him hit his shaft every time she slid back up toward the head, and her mouth was hotter than the Hell Luke figured he was destined to go to for allowing this to happen. Not that he cared at this point. He thrust his hips toward her cautiously, as to not arouse any suspicion. 

Lorelai took Luke's waiting cock into her mouth again, smirking as he ground his hips against the counter. The possibility of getting caught was more arousing than he had let on- soon he slipped a hand under the counter to grab a handful of her hair and guide her up and down his shaft. 

This was a completely new experience for her. He had never done that before, gently forcing her mouth down his length until she reached the whiskery thatch covering his balls. Speaking of which... she released his cock with a soft 'pop' and took one nut into her mouth, nibbling gently on the sensitive flesh.

He snapped the newspaper. She had his penis in her hand, and she was jerking it, stroking up and down as she sucked on his balls. He had to really focus on the editorial to keep his cool. 

"Come on, honey," Lorelai egged him on, kissing the tip, "Fuck my face." She slid it back into her mouth.

He obliged immediately, and thrust in and out of her wide mouth, not caring that Kirk would probably know exactly what he was doing if he looked up. 

She rolled his balls in her hand, and he tensed up, knowing that release was not far off.

The bell over the door to the diner rung just then, and Luke froze. 

"Hey Luke," Rory said as she held the door for Kirk on his way out. She walked up to the counter and pulled up a stool. "How's things?" She placed her purse on the counter.

She was still hurt by the breakup and the aftermath of the fight she and her mom had had, but deciding to return to Yale helped that considerably. She looked great; a more grown-up version of the sweet, innocent girl who had grown up before him. She wore a blue oxford shirt, which made Luke think back to the Chilton uniform she wore, and a flared flowery skirt with tall brown boots. She was her mother's daughter, after all, and they shared the same subtly sexy style.

"You want anything?" Luke asked. He prayed that she had already eaten. He thought he could reach the coffee pot with minimal twisting. 

"Just coffee," she said. 

He produced a cup and twisted, yoga-like, to grab the pot.

Rory raised her eyebrows, but watched interestedly as he tried to put it back. Underneath the counter, Lorelai was sucking and slurping on his cock, cupping and squeezing his balls as she went. She was going for the motherlode, and there was nothing he could do to stop her.

"Problems, Luke?" Rory sipped her coffee.

Luke tried to look disinterested. "Oh, no, just trying to stretch a little," he lied. "Lunch rush is over, there's not much to do, you know..."

Rory nodded knowingly. "Mom's blowing you under the counter, isn't she?"

Luke feigned shock. "Rory! What? No!" He couldn't believe her. How did she know? Why wasn't she more disgusted? He couldn't handle this. There was too much going on, too much stimulation, too many feelings swirling around. He was sweating.

"Mom's always had a fantasy," Rory continued, cool as you please. "Now that you guys are engaged, it was only a matter of time." She fiddled with the buttons on her blue oxford shirt.

"Fine," Luke lowered his voice. "She's... doing what you said she was doing." He glanced at her, dreading her reaction.

"Have you come yet?" was her next question.

"What?"

Rory smiled, and repeated, "Have you come yet?"

He shook his head. He didn't trust his words.

Rory grinned. She unbuttoned her shirt, so that her lacy blue bra was peeking out. "Good," she said, pulling her small, pert breasts out of the cups. "Suck my titties?"

"Are you... you're not serious?" He couldn't believe this. His beautiful, feisty fiancée was nose-deep in his nutsack hair, sucking on his schlong, and her gorgeous, angelic daughter was offering him her breasts to suck on. 

"As a heart attack," she replied, thrusting her chest towards him. "Mom promised."

He shrugged, and brought his mouth down on one of the toffee-colored nipples. They were harder than rocks, and the young girl threw her head back as her future step-father sucked and swirled her hard nipples into his mouth.

"Mom's always said, when I was old enough, I could play with whoever she married," Rory breathed, pressing Luke's head to her tits. 

Luke lifted his mouth off her nipples long enough to gape at her. "She said what?" he asked incredulously.

Lorelai squeezed his balls again, earning a stifled groan from Luke.

Rory nodded. "As long as it wasn't Dad. That would be a line that no one should cross. But when she was engaged to Max, we had it all planned out. On my eighteenth birthday I'd take his hard cock up my pussy while I was wearing my Chilton uniform, and then she'd help him fuck my ass." 

Luke was flabbergasted. He knew, deep down, that Lorelai and Rory were best friends and shared a bond that very few mothers and daughters had, but he had no idea that they were this connected. "And Max was okay with this?"

Rory squeezed her own tits and flicked the nipples, enjoying the way Luke tried not to stare. "Well, right before the wedding he told Mom that he wanted to dominate me," she said, slipping a hand underneath her skirt to play with her clit. "She didn't like that too much, cos I was only sixteen then." 

Luke nodded. "And that's wrong."

"But hot," Rory said, drawing her fingers up and offering them to him. "There were so many nights that I made Jess pretend that he was Max, keeping me after school for a special detention and then spanking me so hard I came without even touching myself. Speaking of which, want a taste?"

"Oh my God," Luke muttered, taking her hand and sucking on her slim fingers. "You two are filthier than I thought!" He cupped her tits and drew each into his mouth again. Rory whimpered when he bit down on her nipple, swirling his tongue around and around the tip, just as Lorelai was doing with his cock.

"Come on, Luke," Rory coaxed him. "You must be close."

"So close," he murmured into her chest.

Lorelai stroked his cock quickly, sucking and slurping on the head, waiting for that tell-tale sign- balls tightening, a quick groan muffled by her daughter's tits, before she swallowed his length whole, squeezing his sac.

"Come on, almost there, just a few more," Rory was panting now, her hand buried under her skirt and playing with herself as she brought herself closer and closer to climax. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Luke, I'm going to take your big cock up my pussy while my mom watches, just you wait..."

"Oh my God," Luke groaned, grasping the edge of the counter and thrusting his dick into Lorelai's face as he came buckets, harder than he had ever before. He could feel it shooting down her throat, and wondered briefly if that's what she had planned all along. 

"Ooooh," Rory moaned as she came, soaking the stool and her hand with her juices. She shoved her soaked hand toward Luke, who immediately began licking her fingers. 

Lorelai swallowed Luke's come, and tucked his cock back into his pants, patting his spent dick fondly. She popped up from underneath the counter and waggled her eyebrows suggestively at her fiancé as she licked her lips. "How'd I do?"

He stared at her.

"I hear you're going to fuck my kid later," she barreled on. 

Rory grinned.

"Can I help?"



Diner Girl



I consider myself a lucky girl. I'm from Russia but managed to study Politics at a local College. Another lucky thing in my life is Jack and his diner. I earn enough money at Jack's diner to pay all my expenses. Well, often Jack gives me extra allowances and gives me time off to study for exams. Jack is good soul.

"Great tip," I said one day as the last customer left the diner.

"Yeah, next time you should wear a skirt and you get even more, I bet," Jack replied.

"What?!"

"Your ass, she stared on your ass," Jack answered in his casual manner.

"Would you please tell me what you're talking about?"

Jack sighed. "Every time you went to bring her a new refill she stared on your ass," he explained as if it were a normal matter.

"Oh brother," I groaned.

Jack grinned suggestively. "Oh sister, more likely."

On the way home I thought about the strange customer. She was dressed in a black suit that gave her the elegance of a businesswoman. Her face with the strong cheekbones was framed with shoulder length auburn hair. I guessed she was the same age as Jack, probably end thirties or early forties. She had stared on my ass? I wasn't willing to believe it, but I had to admit that would explain the five Dollar tip.

Next day she was there again. Whenever she ordered more coffee Jack would give me a faked innocent grin.

"Dirty old man," I hissed.

Again I got five Dollar of tip. Yesterday I smiled at her for the generous gratuity but this time I stared on my purse. What if she was really staring at my backside?

When she left Jack's grin grew even bigger. "Hey nothing to be ashamed of Tasha. Your ass is gorgeous, no wonder she's staring."

I must have looked bewildered. "Do you also stare at me?"

"Me? No way honey! Would never dare."

Great, my boss was staring at my back. Until now Jack was no sexual being for me, he was just Jack. Of course I had noticed that he was still handsome. His hair turned grey but he still looked athletic and in his eyes sparkled this boyish rogue. Was he really looking at me that way?

The next morning I was standing in front of my closet. I couldn't help but thinking about Jack's comments. Actually I was no girl for a skirt, but I possessed one outfit, which included a skirt. I hadn't worn it since my boyfriend for whom I had bought it had left me. It was a denim skirt, fishnet stockings, heavy boots and a tank top.

"Wow. Now I have to gaze at you, sorry not my fault," Jack greeted me. "You look terrific." I rolled my eyes in mild annoyance.

This morning I noticed Jack looking at my from time to time. I had to admit to myself that I liked it. I was a little shocked by the thought that I liked Jack staring at my ass and legs. I was much more shocked and embarrassed that I was disappointed the lady in black wasn't coming for lunch today. 

In the afternoon I couldn't concentrate on my studies. My head was filled with puzzling thoughts as I realized I just had worn sexy outfit for another woman. Well the idea of woman was not new to me, but dressing slutty to turn on a woman was very new. I sighed. "C'mon that's not slutty, many girls wear cloth like that," I mumbled while tuning pages of my book.

Next day I decided to give it another try and was lucky. The lady in back was there. Now I realized that she was openly roaming my body. She smiled at me. "You know that you look good, don't you?"

I blushed and looked for Jack, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Ok, would you bring me some more coffee?"

I nodded and went to the bar. I came back with a can of fresh, delicious smelling black liquor. Just as I had started pouring the coffee into her mug as I felt her hand on my butt. My heart skipped a beat. Did she really have her hand on my butt cheek? She grinned at me.

"Thanks sweety, that's enough for now."

I went back to the bar and shook my head. What had I gotten myself into?

This day I got ten Dollar of tip.

The next day I had evening shift. I was almost glad, because the strange woman always appeared for lunch. So I was confused when she appeared at around 8 pm in the door of the diner.

"Hey, I saw light and thought you're open. Do you have a sandwich for me?"

"Sure," Jack said. "Sit down, I'll prepare it."

Jack was famous for being grumpy. Jack being courteous was new to me. I shrugged. "Coffee?" I asked the woman.

She gave me a flashy smile. "With extra sugar please."

"Say, you're a student, don't you?" the stranger began.

"Yes." Normally I wasn't short spoken, but I felt awkward in the presence of the older woman.

"So you need money?"

"Yes."

"Is your boss paying well?"

"It's ok."

I swallowed as I returned with coffee to her table. I had to think of what she did last time and couldn't help but look at her hands. She must have figured out, cause she smiled at me.

"Did I told you already how sexy you are in this dress?"

I sucked in air, tried to appear cool. "No you don't."

"Well you look sexy, gorgeous indeed."

"Thanks." I tried a smile, but failed.

Suddenly I felt her hand on my left thigh. "These fishnet stockings make you look very delicious." I could feel her hand slowly running up my thigh under my skirt and to my ass. My heart raced, I looked for Jack but couldn't see him. Where was he? I panicked. I couldn't move or say anything. I only felt her hand running higher, her fingers slightly brushing the crack of my ass trough my panties. I managed to turn away. Never before I felt so ashamed and yet so exited. I realized that I was aroused.

Jack came back. "Hey I was searching for the tomatoes," he said apologetic and handed me the sandwich. I swallowed hard and went back to the table with the lady.

"Do you wanna sit?" she offered. I just nodded and did so.

"Would you like to earn additional money?" she asked.

Without thinking I answered. "Sure."

She wrapped her full lips around the sandwich and took a bite. "What are you ready to do?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"I would like to watch you."

I laughed, "This is for free."

"So you would take of your skirt, stockings and panties for free?"

"Hell, no!"

"We're getting closer, don't we?"

"I would not strip at all."

"Not even for 50 Dollar?" I considered it for a moment, 50 Dollar was a lot of money. I was afraid where this would lead. I could still feel the moist between my legs and the warm tickle that her hand had caused. Why actually not stripping? She was just a woman, an attractive woman I had to admit. I felt little afraid but told myself that she couldn't rape me, right?

I bent over the table and spoke low. "Ok, I will do it for 50 Dollar."

The lady in black surveyed me with a knowing look. "I'll wait in my car. You can come there after you closed the diner." With these words she continued concentrating on her meal. I rose to my feet. Did I really just agreed to strip for money?

"Hey Tasha, what where you talking with her?" Jack asked casually.

Before I could answer I must have blushed to a nice tone of pink. Jack raised his hands. "Ok ok I don't wanna know."

"Just small talk," I tried to assure him.

I was more than a bit nervous when I left the diner. I looked out for the lady in black. It took me a while because it was already dark. Then I saw her in a Landrover. I went to the car. She opened the front door for me.

"Now?" I said nervously while climbing on the front seat.

"Now strip," she said with a smile but some force in her voice.

I lifted my skirt and tried to pull down the stocking and panty.

"Put your feet on the dashboard, sweety," she commanded me. I did so and my heart pounded fast while I exposed my butt and crotch. "Now spread your legs a little more." Also this I did. "You sure look sexy. Nice little haircut you have." Not for the first time today I blushed. I was not shaved but had my pubic hair cut short. I felt arousal growing while the woman looked at me fairly close. I tried to breath normally.

"You're hot honey," she said and smiled at me.

"No!" I exclaimed.

"So the swollen labia and the wetness is your normal condition?"

I swallowed, also not for the first time this day. Our eyes met and a devilish grin spread on her face. She reached down to my crotch. I was shocked and didn't know if I should flinch or lift my hips.

"I really like that," she said in a now throaty voice.

To my pleasure and jolt she inserted a finger into my pussy. I could feel how easily her finger slid into me. I closed my eyes and felt her finger slowly massage me inside my hot pussy.

"You're a real sweet horny girl," I heard her saying. I jumped.

"No I'm not!"

"Calm down. Sure you are. Nothing to be ashamed of." She said while removed her finger from my wetness.

"Now here's your money. Extra service deserves extra payment." I looked puzzled at some banknotes she was handing to me.

"What are you looking, girl? You've done a good job, here's the money." Breathing heavily I pulled up my panty and stockings, then took the money. I wasn't sure what I had expected. I was still shocked that she had fingered my pussy. I also was shocked that part of me regretted that she weren't willing to make me climax.

Standing on the street again I realized her car leaving though the dizziness in my head. Still I couldn't believe what had happened. I didn't even know the name of this woman and let her pet my pussy really deep. I looked at the money in my hand. Oh sister, and she gave me 80 Dollar for doing it.

I saw light in Jack's diner. Some casual talking with the aloof Jack would sure cool me down.

****

„Hey honey, you're back, something wrong?" Jack looked at me, but not worried.

"Uhm no. I just have forgotten my...uhm..." I swallowed. Of course I had nothing forgotten.

"Sit down Tasha, I brew new coffee, if you like," Jack offered. I was surprised by the gentle gesture from him.

"Sometimes weird things happen," I said.

Jack looked over at me while preparing the coffee. "What do you mean?"

"This woman, she really confused me." Now this was the truth.

"I've seen that."

I leaped inwardly. "You have seen what?"

"C'mon, don't you think I've seen were her hand was and how you enjoyed it?" 

At least he hadn't seen us in the car, this would have been embarrassing, me with my pants down, heels on the dashboard, my pussy so exposed. The tickle came back to my abdomen. I felt how wet I still was.

"I have not enjoyed it, ok?" I replied and managed to put some sternness into my voice.

"Oh, did I overhear you screaming for help, Tasha?" This dirty grin was back on his face. I looked down at the table. Jack stood up and brought the coffee.

"You're right, ok, I enjoyed it," I said louder that I wanted to.

"Hey did you hear me saying it is a bad thing? I mean now that you're single again you can have fun." Jack poured coffee in my mug.

"You never liked my boyfriend." I exhaled noisily.

"He was prude."

"What?! How will you know?" I couldn't believe my ears. "I can't believe about what you're making up your mind."

Jack shrugged. "Forget it."

"Alex was not prude," I exclaimed.

"No?" Jack grinned at me. "So he was experimental? Made you desiring him and all that he had to offer?"

"About what the hell are you speaking?"

"I'm speaking about his qualities, his intellect and also his lap. Both were not overwhelming I guess. You deserve better, that's all I'm saying." Jack took a sip of coffee.

I was stunned. It never occurred to me that he cared about my private live, but it seemed he did. And he did it in an improper way.

"Really Jack. I'm shocked."

"I think not the first time today." Jack grinned and I looked at him. "I have seen you, in the car, in her car," he explained nonchalant. "Hey don't look at me like that. I'm a man. I just wanted you to know, thought it's fair."

"What have you seen?" I demanded.

"Well I looked up and recognized her car. I saw you both in there, thought you were talking. But then you put your feet to the console. I couldn't see what you both were doing but I have a wild guess." Jack tried to surpass a grin. 

I was furious. "At least try to be ashamed."

"Why? You're stripping right in front of my diner and want me to look away?"

"I was not stripping for you, Jack!"

"I know, it's a pity."

"What?!" I stared at him.

"Has it ever occurred to you that you say 'What' fairly often?" Jack smiled now. It was a goofy almost shy smile.

"You really would like me to strip? For you?"

Jack tried to be back at his usual aloof manner. "Yeah, I mean you're a gorgeous girl."

I swallowed hard. "Would you also like to touch me?"

"Can we please change the topic?" 

"You started it, telling me Alex was prude."

"He is," Jack insisted.

"And you would do better?" I teased him.

He gazed into my eyes. "Bet on it, Tasha," he said in a husky voice. Then I did something totally courageous that I wouldn't have dared a couple of hours ago. I rose to my feet and stared at his lap, straight. I noticed the swelling.

"You are....I mean your..." I mumbled.

"Hard?" he helped me out. "Because I think about how hot you might be? How wet she made you in that car?"

I stared at him but couldn't really fix him. I felt arousal rising. I felt my face glowing, my blood pulsating in my ears and vulvar.

"Than show me how you would do it." I heard myself saying. "Here, right now."

Jack looked at me. Then he stood up, still looking at me and switched of the light. He unzipped his jeans in front of me. The bulge in his shorts was amazing to me. He rubbed it slowly. I rose from the chair and his hands wandered under my skirt, finding their way to my panty. He turned me around and pressed his erection against my butt. I started to massage him with my cheeks. I felt his hand from behind sliding into my panty and massaging my wet centre. I lifted one leg to the chair in font of me. 

"How wet and horny you are," he moaned as he pulled down my stockings and panty and inserted two fingers at once into me.

"Shhh, just do it."

"As you please." I felt his fingers removing and instead the tip of his cock between my butt cheeks. "Do you like it here?" he asked and I felt his cock at my anus. In order to answer I let my butt circle. I really wanted him to fuck me. I tried to lift my butt a bit higher to make my vagina reach his cock. 

"I love that you're so lustful," he said. Then I felt something strong stretching my pussy. 

"Oh good, Jack." I was so aroused that I felt my pulse in my head. 

I felt him inserting his full length into me. Slowly he removed his dick, but not entirely only to thrust it in again. With every thrust into me he became faster and harder. With a free hand he reached for my clit and started massaging it gently. Suddenly he withdraws his penis entirely. I turned around in disbelieve. 

"Honey, I would love to come in you longing pussy, but don't you think I would make a lousy dad?" With these words he turned me around again. I wanted to protest. His dick wasn't very long but massive. Again I felt his dick on my anus. This time he pressed harder until he was inside. Very slowly he moved forth and back. 

"It's not your first time?" he murmured. 

"First time a man does it," I managed to say while enjoying his strokes. I loved how filled he made me. Because he replied nothing I said, "I like my dildo there now and then."

"I always thought you're adventurous."

He reached around my hips and introduced two fingers to my cunt. 

"You're unbelievable hot and wet," he whispered. I felt slightly embarrassed but my arousal helped me overcome it quickly.

"Please do it a bit harder," I begged.

"At your service." I could figure out his grin behind me. Immediately I felt him massaging my butt harder with his dick. As he came he gave me final real deep slam. Then he removed his dick from me, but not his fingers. He inserted a third finger and started to fuck my cunt harder. It only took me a few more moments before I climaxed.

"Good girl, hot girl," he whispered.

"Strong diner boy," I replied and smiled.

After we had adjusted our cloth again we sat down to finish the coffee.

"Did he ever pleasured you this way?" Jack asked. "Outside the Sunday morning bed-routine?"

I had to roll my eyes. "Yes Jack, you were amazing, ok."

"What I wanted to say is, a man has to give a woman the pleasure she wants, she deserves." He flashed me his aloof Jack-ish smile.

****

The mysterious woman hadn't come to the diner for a couple of days. This didn't mean I had forgotten the whole incident. To the contrary, I remembered very well that she had made me so horny that I wanted Jack to do it to me, nasty. Unlike his often bad-mannered behavior he was a gentleman regarding this. I had expected him teasing me to no ends about it, but he didn't say anything.

And suddenly the lady in black appeared in the diner. It was already past 8 pm and Jack and me prepared to close.

"Sorry lady, no sandwiches anymore today," Jack greeted her.

"Coffee?" she tried and looked at me.

"Ok, I'll prepare us fresh one," Jack sighed as if it was asked too much to get coffee in a diner.

"May you want to sit down?" The lady said to me. I watched her for some seconds before I sat opposite her. She wore black. The only real color was her auburn hair and her brown eyes. She gave me a half-smile.

"Say do you would be interested in earning more money?" Well, she was a person to come straight to the point.

I looked down at the tabletop and then managed to look at her. "What do you want?"

"I would like you to invite to a party."

I looked at her waiting for what was coming next. I could well imagine that it was no ordinary party.

"Well, you would have to strip, at least." I knew it.

"At least?" I looked into her eyes.

"You strip and get 100 Dollar. For every extra service you may like to provide you get extra payment."

I inhaled. "Ok, I'll strip, but no extra services."

She bent over the table. "Like the no extra service you gave me in the car?" she whispered into my ear.

I swallowed. My heart started beating faster.

"Ok, I'll pick you up here, Saturday at 8.30 pm. Is it ok for you?" she said. 

I just nodded when Jack came with the coffee. He looked at me. "You want to?" I nodded again. 

While Jack went to the counter to bring another cup the woman smiled at me. "My name is Kate and yours, honey?"

"Natasha," I said. "Just call me Tasha."

"Fine, Tasha."

We drank the coffee in silence and after this Kate left.

"What were you talking about?" Jack wanted to know.

"She invited me to her party," I said.

"What kind of party?" Jack pushed.

"Just a party."

"C'mon Tasha."

"I'm going to strip on her party, ok? I get 100 Dollar for it."

"Girl!" he exclaimed. "I mean we can speak about you salary, you know that, don't you?"

"It's ok Jack."

The older man surveyed me and a smile crept over his face, a dirty smile. "It really turns you on, right?" Now his smile was a big toothy grin. "I always thought you're kinda adventures, but this astonishes me."

"What?!"

"There's your 'What' again.

Kate arrived precisely at 8.30 pm at the diner. She looked stunning. This time she wore a cream-colored trouser suit and a white blouse with quillings and a bow tie.

"Hey darling, you look great," she greeted me. Jack gave me a slap on my butt, reminding me what he did with his dick a couple of days before.

"You look awesome in that suit," I stated as I walked over to Kate. 

She glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. "Thanks honey."

We drove in silence for a while. I looked over to Kate, wondering what would happen tonight.

"I have changed the plan, hope you don't mind," she started. She gave me no chance to reply. "I don't want you to strip. I want you to take off your panty, but not your nice fishnet stockings. You just party with us and keep the folks guessing. Show them what they want to see, ok?"




Diner Girl



I nodded and started to take off my boots. I needed to come out of the stockings before I could remove the panty.

"But," Kate continued. "Touching is not for free, is that clear? If you let someone touch you, make sure you get paid."

"I don't think anybody is going to touch me", I replied. Kate gave me a We'll-see-look and grinned.

The rest of the drive we did in silence. I tried to fancy the coming events. I didn't know yet, if it was worse or better to just behave like a slut instead of stripping in front of the party guests. I told myself that I was no slut that I just got paid for behaving like one.

Kate's house wasn't as fancy as I had depicted it. It looked a little old, but cozy. I climbed out of the car. 

Kate walked around her Landrover and watched me. "Would you lift your skirt, honey? Just want to see how it looks like." Slowly I did as I was told. She looked between my thighs. "Now turn please." I did and felt her hand running over my butt cheek. "Oh darling you look so inviting with these stockings on your bare butt and cunt," she said in a low voice. "You'll sure delight my guests." 

I turned to face her and swallowed. I saw her eyes sparkling with joy and lust.

"Ok, show time, my dear Natasha." With these words she guided me into her house. Inside I heard slow music and voices. It was the sound of a smooth party. We went to the living room. I felt Kate's arm around my hips. Her thumb was gently rubbing the skin between my skirt and tank top. The living room was crowded with 10 probably 12 guests, men and women. As they realized our arrival most talks died out. They all looked at us.

"Ladys and Gentlemen. This is Tasha, our special guest." She hustled me gently further into the room.

****

„So she's the diner girl?" a man, sitting on a sofa, said in direction of Kate. The man was in the middle of his thirties. He had dark brown hair and a mischievous smile on his face as he looked up at Kate.

Kate just nodded. I wondered if the man or anybody else knew about our little encounter in the car.

"In the kitchen are some snacks and drinks. May I bring you something?" Kate looked at me.

I nodded feeling shy and somewhat misplaced. 

"So what do you want, darling?" Kate smiley warmly and looked at me comfortingly. I tried to relax.

"What about white vine?"

Kate nodded approvingly and went to the kitchen. Meanwhile I sat down on the sofa beside the dark haired man.

"So Kate told me you work at a diner, where she's eating?" he approached me.

"That's right."

"And you're a student?"

I had to smile. "That's also right."

"I studied myself. Have a MA in industrial engineering," he said.

"That's great. And what are you working now?" I bet he was going to tell me about the nice small company he was working for. I had to remember what Kate told me in the car. I opened my legs a little bit. My skirt was fairly short and the small move didn't fall short of its effect. The man looked at my legs and gulped heavily. I knew he couldn't see anything, but just the guess of what he might see, if I would open my leg more made him nervous.

"Hope you enjoy yourself," Kate was back and gave me a glass of white vine.

I smiled. "I think I do." I rose to my feet and went slowly to the terrace from where the small street was visible. 

A woman followed me. "Nice outside, the air is much fresher," she said casually. The woman had short blond hair and bright blue eyes. 

"My name is Natasha," I said.

"I know. I'm Gillian," she replied and took a sip from a bottle of beer.

I couldn't help myself but bent over the balustrade, pretending to watch out. If the blonde, Gillian, wished to look, she would now realise, that I was wearing no slip. I spread my leg a little more. A nice tickle started to build between my loins. I really began to like this wicked game.

"You're lovely," Gillian said. "No wonder Kate was praising you." She grinned at me in a way that I wondered what exactly Kate was praising.

"You're a close friend?" I asked.

"Yeah," she again took a sip from her bottle.

"And you enjoy her...parties?"

"Yeah," she said again, but more huskily.

Now the engineer joined us. I was still bending over the balustrade and so did Gillian. We were watching at the street. "Calm area," she remarked.

Suddenly I felt someone behind me. It was the engineer. I could feel something hard pressing at my behind. I turned around immediately and looked at him. He had an unmistakable bulge in his trousers. "Turn around again," he whispered. "I know you like it."

My heart started racing, I felt my blood pressure rising. I did as I was told. He lifted my skirt and was again pressing his hardness against my butt, doing slow circular moves. I could feel his hard bulge brushing my increasingly wet centre. 

"What are you doing Norman?" We both swirled around. I saw a amused smile on Gillian's face. She must have seen Kate.

"No touching without payment, I think I made myself clear." This Norman looked pretty caught. Kate offered him a generous smile. "How much do you wish to pay?"

"I dunno," he mumbled. I looked at him and thought he never had paid before for such a favour.

"Start with 30," Kate said and looked at me. "Take better care of yourself, darling." She blinked at me. "Fun and business aren't ruling out each other." With these words she went back inside.

Norman fumbled some banknotes out of his purse and gave it to me, almost shyly. I took them with a grin. Then he grabbed my hips and turned me around. He once again lifted my skirt and I could feel his hand on my butt cheek. "I think for 30 bucks I can touch you right there?" he said and I felt him touching my pussy. He rubbed it through the stockings. I knew the knitting was wide enough to see everything, to see my already swollen and wet pussy. The knitting was even wide enough to stick a finger through it and fuck me. I thought he knew that this was not included in 30 Dollar, so he continued rubbing my wet cunt. I looked over my shoulder and saw him rubbing his hardness through his trousers with the other hand.

Gillian watched our little show and smiled at me. All of a sudden Norman withdraw his pleasuring hand from my pussy and went quickly away.

I adjusted my skirt and looked puzzled at Gillian, who just laughed. "I think he was going to cum and tried to avoid that. He's always that fast, poor Norman."

My heart was still beating fast. I had cut my pubic hair the day before fairly short. This not only made me feeling the fabric of my panties more intense, well when I wore panties. It also made me feeling my own wetness very intense, right now. Gillian smiled knowingly. I was certain she had allowed herself a very close look while Norman was massaging me.

"Uhm...is Kate doing this frequently? I mean throwing parties, hiring people...girls..." I wanted to know.

"Parties, yes, girls, well. Often she has a girl who strips. Some people just watch, others like to have their own action after they have watched. Once I caught John and Kate enjoying themselves in the kitchen, after a hot striptease. I have to admit it was nice to watch." Gillian grinned. 

"I can figure that out. Who's John?"

Gillian pointed on a blonde tall man. He was well build, strong arms and a promising bulge in his tight jeans.

"John is an Air Force Major. I never did it with him, never tried. I think he likes more voluptuous women. But all gals who had sex with him said he was great. I could see it myself. He was fucking Kate pretty well on that kitchen table. She was moaning loudly and telling him to do it deeper and harder. And normally our Kate is not letting go that easily."

"Also this I can figure out," I mumbled under my breath. "Would you like John to fuck you?"

Gillian grinned. "Would be nice."

We were silent for a while taking sips from our drinks. 

"The other girls, sometimes men, were all professional stripper. You're the first non-professional," Gillian began. "I wonder were this evening will end. Kate likes rules. I mean whatever she told you, if you don't want to let yourself touched by someone you don't have to, no matter how much money he's offering."

"I know that," I said, but I wasn't entirely sure if that was the truth from Kate's point of view.

I got more and more intrigued now. "So if you haven't fucked with John yet, with whom you did it?"

Gillian laughed at that question. "You sure, you wanna know that?"

I covered my embarrassment with taking the last sip of vine from my glass. 

"Ok, you really want to know? Several times Kate allowed me to pleasure her with a dildo. Jeez, I really love that. Fuck our valued Kate with a dildo until she climaxes. No matter how much she likes people making passionate love at her parties, doing things they wouldn't have done a couple of hours ago, if asked. She is not letting herself fuck by men or women that easily, unlike some of her guests. She's active, but letting herself fuck good...rarely. I never dared to do something else than what she told me to do. Mostly I really like to watch." 

"So you had already a little show this evening?" I asked and grinned.

Our eyes met. "Oh yes, I had."

****

I went back into the house to get my glass refilled. I felt the wetness between my tights. I knew I needed more, far more. 

"Hey darling, everything alright?" I turned around and faced Kate.

"Uhm, yes," I said.

"Nice show on the terrace," she commented and smiled suggestively.

I swallowed. My arousal was increasing and it didn't helped that I envisioned what Gillian hat told me about earlier: Kate on the kitchen table, right here were I had put my glass, Kate getting screwed by this Air Force Major, Kate enjoying the strokes of a dildo, hold by this lovely Gillian. I envisioned a big dildo working in and out between her strong legs, stretching her vagina to cause her pleasure.

"Nice party guest you have," I said casually.

"Alright, come into the living room, will you?"

We walked back to the other guest. I had my glass refilled with white vine. Kate and me were flopping into the sofa. I settled back and let my legs slide open. I didn't miss that Kate watched me from the side. How her looks were brushing my breasts and shoulders. I also didn't missed how a certain Air Force Major was watching Kate and me. He was not the only one. On the terrace was now a woman who had her blouse open and got her boobs massaged by another man. She had her mouth slightly open, I guessed she was moaning in delight. 

Kate bent forward; I felt her breath on my ear. "I'd like you to give me such a hammy performance, you gave me in that car," she whispered. My blood pressure must have reached a new height. I looked into her brown sparkling eyes. She put her hand to my knee and went up my tight, almost to my hotness, but only almost. "Not now," she added in a husky voice. "But later you're mine."

I wanted to be courageous. "I'm hungry now."

She gave me a nasty smile. "I now." I felt her fingers sliding over my wetness. It made me wince. "What do you say about earning 100 Dollar? I think John would like to pay this bill."

I gulped and looked at the Air Force Major. We hadn't even spoken yet. The blond man chewed a small cigar and watched what Kate's finger was doing under my skirt. I remembered Gillian telling me that he was great. "Ok," I murmured trying not so sound to arouse.

John and Kate exchanged looks, and then John stood up. I followed him into the bathroom.

"Kate told me what a hot girl you are," he said smiling salacious.

I felt slightly embarrassed to hear these words from him, a total stranger. Soon he had unzipped his trousers and pulled down his shorts, so that his already stiff cock and his balls were freed. 

"I have watched you with Norman. Made you hot that he was lusting after you, right?" He grabbed straight forward between my legs and I could tell that he was pleased with what he found. He massaged me and it only increased my need to feel something strong between my legs.

"You really need this. You enjoy this game, don't you?" 

"What about you?"

He smiled. "You mean if I do this frequently? Paying for sex?" He continued massaging my wet pussy. I tried to resist the urgent need to moan.

"Let's say, it's not as if I would need to pay." Suddenly I felt a finger slipping inside me. I moaned while he massaged me from inside.

"But it is all part of the game, right?" He inserted another finger into me. "And I can imagine that our Kate wants to know in detail how much we enjoyed each other? Could I deny her this favour? Fucking you and letting her know how it was?"

I grinned and shook my head slightly. "Sure you can't. So you should start seriously fucking me now."

I sat myself on the washing machine, which was standing in the bathroom. He grabbed into his pocket and handed me condom. To unroll it on his dick I had to bend down and it made my pussy pressing on the surface of the washing machine. Then he pushed me back, opened my legs. He inserted his dick fast, without hesitation. I could only groan. He gave me slow, but hard strokes with his hard dick that I could feel his balls at my ass cheeks every time he drove into me.

"That's exactly what I need now," I moaned enjoying his strokes.

He then reached to my clit and began to massage it with his fingers. I felt that I was about to cum and I couldn't hold it back. He continued fucking me, became even faster and then he climaxed himself.

He removed his dick, but instantly inserted his fingers again. "What....?" I looked at him.

"I just want to feel how wet you are, want to remember that." he grinned devilishly and rubbed my wetness everywhere between my thighs and working his finger to my butt.

"Alright, girl." He removed the rubber and tossed it into the toilet. Then he gave me a last salacious look and went outside, while pulling his trousers up.

I straightened my cloth, too and left the bathroom behind him. In the living room he was sitting know beside Kate. She had her arm around his shoulders and smirked pleased as she listened to his words.

"Your diner girl is really quit a catch," John said. "Man, is she horny."

"Just as I told you," Kate answered not without some satisfaction. "What have you done to her?"

"Oh just shagged her nicely. Later we should take real good care of her, what do you think?"

"I thought as much."

"I'm pleased that you enjoyed it," I interrupted them.

"I did," John smirked. I still felt my swollen and wet lips. And I remembered Gillian. 

"I'm certainly not the only girl here, who would enjoy your skilled fingers and dick," I remarked. The Major quirked an eyebrow. 

"And I don't mean our precious Kate," I added. Both looked at me puzzled.

****

„Care to explain?" Kate looked at me, half amused, half curious.

"Well, as far as I know Gillian would enjoy a hot ride with John."

"Now that is interesting," Kate mused. "I always thought she is more of the shy kind."

I shrugged. "May she is also a healthy woman with a hot cunt?"

I sat myself on the sofa and mused about the latest events. What the hell was going on? I was fucking a strange man and was musing about the wetness of an equally strange woman. It never occurred to me that having sex leads to having horny thoughts, which leads to wanting more sex and ultimately getting it (good as I hoped). And I had a good reason to hope so. Or what does it mean Kate and John wanting to take real goof care of me?

On the terrace the woman who had enjoyed getting her boobs massaged seemed to return the favour. She was doing a blowjob to the man with the pleasurable hands. She was on her knees, her blouse still open and circling her tongue around his bell-end. I realized that I wasn't the only one watching this arousing show. 

Suddenly Kate jumped up from the couch and walked over to the busy couple. What did she want to do? Join the woman in her tongue action? I watched Kate walking behind the woman and kneeling down to her. She lifted her skirt up and exposed her rear end, which was decorated with a plain black G-string. She then pulled up the string slightly to apply a slight stimulus to the woman's cunt. The woman in return started seriously sucking the man's dick, who moaned in pleasure. 

"Who are the both?" I asked John.

"Marla and James," he replied. "I do not know him very well, but her." From the corner of my eye I saw him smirking.

"I have a guess," I murmured while watching the three. 

Now Kate rubbed Marla's pussy through the fabric of the little slip. Marla rewarded this by lifting her ass more to give Kate better access. Fascinated I watched Kate's hand working between Marla's thighs. I could virtually feel how Marla's pussy begged for more intense action. Or was it my pussy? However.

"Marla is married," I heard John saying. I lifted an eyebrow. He grinned. "But not with this guy." 

"Tell me more," I said without turning my gaze away from the joyful encounter on the terrace.

"Well, it was on Marla's birthday party. Kate and I where invited. Beforehand Kate had told me how she had fingered Marla several times in her bathroom, while Marla's husband was in the living room. You can imagine how much delight Kate took from it. To fuck someone's girl right under his nose, so to speak. I wondered what kind of woman this Marla was.

In the course of this evening I went into the garden to enjoy the night and smoke a cigar. Suddenly Marla was behind me. She said that the cigar looked sexy in my mouth but would look even sexier in her mouth. I was really unsure what exactly was going on."

"Oh come on." I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Seriously. I mean, I'm open to all sorts of fun, right. But I have principles. I would never seduce a married woman."

"Let me guess. The outcome of your night encounter was, that she seduced you, which is not violating your principles."

John smiled happily and nodded. "She had never plant to smoke my cigar. She pulled up her skirt. Not surprisingly, she was wearing no slip. Then she touched her lips with the end of the cigar that was seconds before touching my mouth. I mean, hey. I'm just a man.

I took the cigar out of her hand and continued the job with my fingers, while she was opening my trousers and freeing my already hard dick. She told me to go to a bench. I was sitting down there and without hesitation she came on my lap, letting my dick slipping into her cunt. She was incredibly lubricated. I really was amazed.

What I did not knew up to this point was, that this was all part of a plan. Kate had promised her that she would get fucked well this night. While Marla and I where supposed to have fun, she would distract her husband Jerome."

"So this Jerome is not satisfying his wife?" I guessed.

"Obviously not." John laughed. 

By now Kate was rubbing Marla's cunt hard. For some perverse reason she seemed not willing to penetrate Marla. Well that was her, Kate.

James watched the both women to his feet with joy. Suddenly he took his dick out of her mouth and shot his cream on her bare breasts, holding his shaft. Kate looked satisfied. Marla rose up; a little ashamed I would say. Kate, of course was not ashamed at all. Instead she took a handkerchief out of the pocket of her trousers and cleaned Marla. She missed not to give Marla's voluptuous boobs a last massage before letting her go.

"I bet she would have liked you to penetrate her," I remarked as Kate came back to the couch.

She grinned evilly. "Unlike others she is a big girl. She can clearly express her needs, which makes it more probable that they get fulfilled.""

"So you think I can't express my need?" I was a bit confused.

"Well, I think you're a bit shy and are a little afraid to express your wishes, but it is okay." With these words she reached out and opened my blouse and pulled down my bra to expose my breasts. The she started massaging them. First very gentile, then a bit more rough and demanding, always paying attention to stimulate my by now erected nipples with her palm. I gasped.




Diner Girl



"See you're horny. You need it, but you wait for others to approach you. When you're that hot you should act a little more aggressive and demanding. Unless, of course you have some masochistic traits and want to get tortured by your own lust and unfulfilled needs."

I looked down at me, on my exposed breasts and my short skirt. "Maybe you're right."

Kate smiled knowingly. "Well, the evening is not over yet and fortunately here are some people, who are more than willing to approach you."

"You're right." I tried to grin, but couldn't. I strange feeling crept over me. My arousal had levelled off, but was still present. I watched at Kate with a feeling of longing. I felt as if she had something that I needed very much. Sex of course, but that was not all. She looked at me with a smile. 

"Everything alright? You look a little confused now."

"I think I am," I whispered.

She look softly, even compassionate now. "How so?"

"Dunno."

I decided I could need a break. I left the living room and went into her bathroom. The tube looked like a safe place to rest. I climbed into it. What the hell was going on here? Was was going on with me? I covered my breast and stretched out, as much as it was possible in this rather small, old bathtub.

****

I didn't know how long I was sitting in the tube. I was somehow drifted away, when I heard Kate's voice.

"Tasha? Ah.. there you are!"

I needed some more moments, before I was fully there and realized that Kate was standing beside the tube. She sat herself on the edge of the tube.

"What are you thinking about?"

I shook my head. "Dunno." I said a little annoyed with myself.

"There wasn't anything wrong at the party? Everything happened with your consent, right?"

Now I had to smile. "Your question is suggestive."

"Alright, shift over."

"What?" I looked puzzled at her.

"Let me sit with you there," Kate rephrased. Then she climbed behind me into the tube and came to rest with her legs and arms around me.

"Lay back," she said gently.

I did so and felt her soft breasts pressing disturbingly against my back. My heart started to pound heavy. I felt the unfamiliar longing rising again. Sure it had an erotic component, but there was more too it.

"I wanted you to...." My voice trailed off.

"Too fuck you?" Kate helped out.

"Too feel you inside, deep inside of me," I added.

"I know, hon, but not tonight."

"Hm."

As if she wanted to belie her words she opened my blouse again and started massaging my breast. The moved of her hand where slow, but firm and intense. Then with circular moves of her fingertips she fondled my erected nipples, which had just waited for the attention.

"This is so..." my voice trailed off again. I tried again. "You said not tonight."

"I said you will not feel me insight you tonight," Kate said calmly.

"This means you will make me beg or what?"

"This means I give you the opportunity to explore your feelings. A little while ago on the couch, when I fondled your boobs, something happened."

"Hm." I didn't know what to say, nor did I know what to think. I just felt after the strange mix of sensations that went through my body and mind. I felt a bit helpless.

"I think I need to pee," I remarked after a while.

Kate continued to massage my breast. "You might want to do it here."

"What?" 

"Hey has anybody ever told you that you say 'what' quite often?" I had to smirk at her remark.

"What do you mean by 'here'?"

"You know very well what I mean. Just let go here in the tube, in my arms."

My heart pounded faster again. I was still aroused and felt still helpless. Helpless in this position and for my own diffuse feelings. On the one hand the idea turned my on, on the other hand I felt fear.

"But I can't..."

Kate said nothing. She let go off my breast and her right hand winded around me, to reach between my legs. I felt her breath on my neck. Her hand rested now with soft pressure between my legs, over my stockings. Through the wide meshed fabric I could feel her skin on my pussy. It was totally impossible to pee like that. Still a mixture of arousal and urgency increased in me. I wanted to do it, but was too afraid and ashamed. Why? I asked myself. After all she had offered it. And why the hell I suddenly wanted to pee in her harms, on her hand. We both would get wet. Up to now such a fantasy had never before crossed my mind.

"Just let got," Kate whispered into my ear.

I couldn't resist any more. Slowly, still afraid, I let it flow, relaxing my tense abdomen. My pussy was still covered with Kate's hand, which was wet by now. I felt the warm urine flowing down my ass cheeks before it ponded on the bottom of the tube.

"That's gorgeous," I heard Kate saying in a low, throaty voice, starting to massage my soaked spot. My breath was heavy with excitement, shame and lust.

"Do you like this?" I asked her. What a stupid question this was.

"Oh yes, hon, sometimes I do." The superior undertone was gone from her voice.

"Do you want it, too?"

"No." her answer came promptly and resolute. Then she sight. "No, I think I don't want to," she repeated more softly.

"Gillian said you rarely let yourself go," I remarked. I already expected a sarcastic answer.

But Kate just said, "That might be true." After a small pause she added, "Everyone has ways to act out one's sexuality. I mean after all it's a way to discover oneself." 

Back home in my small apartment I took a long hot shower. I regretted to have no bath tube, since I wanted nothing more right no, than lying in warm, protective water. I had to think of what Kate had told me. That I was to shy to satisfy my needs, that I needed someone to help me, to lead me. She was right; of course, she was the one who had led me up to this point. Also Jack was right. My ex-boyfriend was prude. Only once I tried to direct his erection to my anus, but he refused to penetrate me there. So I continued to satisfy this need when I was alone, enjoying a dildo there. Probably it was the first and last attempt to express my wants to him. I diagnosed that I was even this inhibited, that I even feared to have certain fantasies. Only the recent events had encouraged me to enjoy my fantasies in rich detail, not to mention some practice.

****

The next days passed by uneventfully. In the morning I went to the collage and in the evening I worked at Jack's Diner, but every day I had to think about the party and what Kate had said. I hadn't told Jack about what happened on the party and he hadn't asked... yet.

"So this Kate wasn't here since your little party," he began after we had closed the diner.

"Yeah, right," I replied kind of tight-lipped.

"Everything all right?" he asked without looking up from the potatoes he cut for French fries for the next day.

"You know, Kate and the party made me thinking." I decided to speak about my thoughts with Jack. I felt I can trust him. After all he had fucked my pussy and butt.

"Well," I started again. "Maybe I'm a little to inhibited. I mean I have a very healthy sexual appetite, but without Kate, I would have never dared to explore it, to dare to think of really doing more than the usual weekly bed-routine with a boy friend, which I don't even have right now. And still now, after I have experienced how liberating it can be to have a real sexual adventure and how good it is to share it with other people, that there is nothing wrong about it, I think I would still wait for Kate or someone else to come and ask me to have sex. I would not do the first step."

Jack looked at me by now. "Yeah, you might by kinda cautious. And on the one hand that's good for you, good for not getting into trouble. On the other hand it might make you more passive, than necessary. Maybe too passive to live out your dreams and fantasy."

"And that's not only true for my sex-life," I continued. "It's the same with relationships and at the collage. I only know a few persons, because I don't approach people. At the collage I always wait for the professor to ask me to give the answer, which he never does, because I think he hasn't even realized, I am there. Although I always know the correct answers."

"Tasha, you are still very young. If you wish, you can change that, become more active."

"How? How can I behave more active, when I so often feel inhibited and ashamed."

Jack exhaled and looked at me seriously. "You can practice. You set a goal and try to actively reach it. For example, tomorrow, your goal could be to answer a question at class without being asked."

I looked at him. "Okay, you're right and that's even an easy goal to reach."

Now a wicked grin crept over Jacks face. "Another goal could be to get laid by the end of this week. Your task would be to asked someone to do it to you, for example me." He grinned a toothy, dirty grin at me.

"Oh come on Jack," I exclaimed. I felt a slightly embarrassed silence spread between us. "You really desire to have sex with me? Or was it just a creepy joke?"

"Okay girl, might be you will reach your goal of the week very easily." Said this he grabbed for his manhood in his trousers and massaged it slowly and intensely and looked at me. 

"So often, when there are no customers in the diner, I think about how nice it would be, to fuck you from behind. I fantasize how you would support yourself on the counter, your jeans and slip down to you knees and how I would stay behind you and shag you real good. And I would love the thought of my cum dropping out of your pussy and into your slip while you serve the next customer."

While I heard him speaking I felt my breath becoming faster and my pussy becoming wet. I felt longing between my legs, it came so suddenly and strongly like a bolt of erotic needs.

"Oh Jack," I murmured while watching his hand, rubbing his hard-on through the fabric of his trousers.

"You need to asked," he reminded me with a devilish grin.

"Oh god, okay, Jack. Please fuck me right now, please." I new it was not only asking, it was begging, but by now I felt so horny, I really needed it.

Jack licked his lips and opened his trousers and pulled down his boxers slowly and with a little pleasure to let me wait, I think. I also pulled down my trousers. I thought a fuck from behind was exactly what I needed now. He grabbed me by my hips and rubbed my pussy-lips from behind trough the fabric of my slip. I spread my legs more, so to give him access and he pushed my slip aside to insert a finger into my wet crack.

"I really would love to cum inside you and to know that your pussy is full of my cream, but I think I should use a condom," he murmured in a low voice, while sliding his finger in and out of my aching pussy.

I nodded. "Mhm, wise diner boy," I said and rubbed his erection with my butt cheeks. Over my shoulder I saw how he pulled a condom out of his pocket of his trousers. "You have a condom with you at work?"

"Come on, girl. When I fucked you the first time, I knew, and of course whished, it wouldn't be the last time. And you know a good boss should be prepared for every contingency."

"Please do it, Jack," I begged. 

He rolled the rubber over his deliciously stiff penis and I couldn't wait any more. I grabbed for his shaft and directed his bell-end to my pussy. "Push inside me, please," I begged again. And there it was, he feeling of his dick sliding into my pussy and stretching it nicely. "Oh yeah Jack, that's exactly what I need," I moaned.

"I know, Tasha, you're so horny. I know you need a dick to fuck you," he said while thrusting inside me. "I only hope one dick is enough for now."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I have the impression you might need a second or even a third dick do satisfy your horniness." 

I felt how he pushed his thumb into my asshole. "Yeah, that's so good Jack, fuck me harder." I felt how my both holes where stuffed.

Right away he pushed even harder than he did already, so that I had trouble to support myself on the counter. "I'm coming, Jack, I'm coming," I cried. 

"That's right, Tasha." With hard thrusts of his dick and his thumb deep inside my ass he made my climax. "Great," he moaned and I could feel how he came himself. 

He withdrew and I turned around seeing his still erected penis on which a wet condom with a load full of sperm was dangling. Out of a strange urge I knelt down and licked the wetness from the condom. I tasted a mixture of latex and my own juice.

"Man you're really horny, aren't you?"

I rose to my feet and grinned a little ashamed.

After that we sat on a table for a while and drank coffee. "See, it's very easy. Say openly what you want and you'll get it," Jack outlined. 

Wise diner boy.



Diner Lust



Diner

Miriam wipes down countertops, picking up salt and pepper shakers, replacing ketchup bottles, straightening chairs and wiping grease off glass display cases. It is 2am, time for Fred's Diner to close for 3 hours and reopen at 5am. 

Miriam is glad she is not working what is called the "nightmare" shift – working until closing and then reopening at 5, which she has been known to do for an extra buck. Alone again to close the diner, Miriam sighs at her solitary tasks at hand. Smoothing a delicate hand over her blond hair and tucking a stray wisp back into a bun held in place by a hairnet, she begins again to return the room back to order and cleanliness. After what seems like an hour, she removes her apron and takes a final look around to ensure that everything is clean and neat.

Just as she is walking back to the locker room to change into her civilian clothes, she is startled by the ringing of the bells on the front door. She realizes that she may have forgotten to lock the door and spins around. " I could have sworn I locked it…" Miriam begins to say aloud and her voice trails off into the air conditioned atmosphere when she sees the man who has come in.

"Well, hello there pretty lady. Mind if I have a bite? It's around closing time, I gather, isn't it. Am I too late?" He smiles briefly and glances around, looking slightly uncomfortable.

Miriam is momentarily taken aback by this stranger's ruggedly handsome looks. Tall, blond, wearing a white T shirt which shows off his well developed muscles, the stranger flashes a brilliant smile which sends shivers down Miriam's spine. 

"Uh, no, no. It's alright, I was just finishing up here, but we still have cold food available and, um, I can warm up the coffee."

"Well, well." the stranger says, looking relieved. "Thank you so much. I'll drink the coffee cold if warming it up is a problem. Anyway, I am sure the coldest fridge in here can be warmed up by you in seconds flat." He looks at her and his eyes travel from her face to her full breasts and shapely legs, then back again.

The stranger walks up to Miriam.

"I'm Jim." He extends his hand, and looks into Miriam's eyes warmly.

Miriam shakes his hand and is slightly aware of a brief yet noticeably pleasant tingle running through her body as he grabs her hand in his big warm one and firmly shakes it, lingering for what seems like a bit too long with her hand in his grasp.

"Um, you have yourself a seat at the counter, and I'll get whatever you need. What do you fancy?"

"Oh, maybe a cheese sandwich, some apple pie, and coffee. You'll warm it up for me right?" Jim looks at Miriam and winks.

"Sure." Miriam turns away quickly, all too aware of the growing feeling inside her as she walks over to the gleaming pie display case and cuts a thick piece of apple pie. She moves over to the bread case and takes out two fresh slices, puts them on the plate and feels Jim's eyes burning a hole in her back. She spins around.

"Um, Jim?"

"Yes."

"Would you like Mustard or Mayo?"

"Neither. Just a ripe, juicy tomato."

Miriam feels a slight flush moving over her face. She bends down over the refrigerator to get the slab of cheese out to cut for the sandwich and hears Jim clear his throat. 

"Miriam, you sure know how to whet a fella's appetite." Jim quips, half jokingly. "The looks and the sounds of you moving around and chopping and slicing are music to my ears, especially since I haven't eaten a thing in 12 hours."

"12 hours!" Miriam exclaims, her back still facing him as she prepares the sandwich. "Why, what on earth were you doing that had you too tied up to eat?"

Jim chuckled. "I wasn't tied up, I was driving my rig. Just got here from Santa Fe, took 11 hours. Record time, practically drove straight through without stopping. Betsy is a good gal. She stayed with me all the way, oiled and gassed up, ready to go."

"Who is Betsy?" Miriam replies, noticing the slight annoying feeling of jealousy creeping up on her. 

"My rig. See, out there." Jim turns around on his stool and points to a gigantic 18 wheeler parked out front.

"Oh!" Miriam says, noticing she is slightly relieved that Betsy is a truck, for some odd reason. 

Still puzzling over her mixed emotions over this person she has only known for all of 15 minutes, without a word Miriam continues fixing the meal, heats up the coffee and sets the food in front of Jim.

"By golly, what a spread!" says Jim. Jim tucks into the meal ravenously. Miriam begins carrying the items she used to prepare the meal back into the kitchen.

"I'll be in the back, cleaning up. Holler if you need something" Miriam says, again noticing her body's awareness of Jim's presence. She hurries into the back, ashamed of her sudden arousal. She busies herself with the dishes.

Miriam hears the clanging of fork against plate, and slurps of the coffee. There is silence for a while except for the sound of running water and dishes being washed.

"Mind if I help?"

A slightly startled Miriam did not hear the kitchen door creak open, nor did she expect to see Jim standing there in all his rugged, handsome glory.

Mouth agape, she stutters "Uh um sure…" 

Jim walks towards the sink, plates and cup in hand. He brushes against her and she feels the rising heat again, this time unmistakably between her thighs. She is up to her elbows in suds, and she removes her arms from the dishwater, wipes them clean on a towel and takes the plates from Jim, who is now standing next to her. 

"You know, you are far too pretty to be doing dishes." Jim says softly and brushes a soapy strand of hair from her eyes. A droplet of soapy water rolls down her neck to her breast, exposed in the unbuttoned area of her uniform. Jim takes the towel off the rack and gently wipes her breast clean, gazing into her eyes the whole time, stroking her breast softly with the towel.

Jim puts the towel back on the rack and turns again to face Miriam, and begins to stroke the flesh again, this time with his bare hand. Miriam closes her eyes and moans softly as his hand strokes downward in gentle circles towards her hardened nipple. Little electric shocks go off below Miriam's waistline and Jim bends down and kisses her, first gently, then hungrily.

He cups her breast with his hand, pinching the erect nipple through the fabric. Miriam feels his manhood rubbing against her thigh and she presses against it. Jim groans as his hands squeeze both breasts and pinch both nipples. Miriam, beside herself with desire, reaches a hand down to stroke his hot bulge. 

Groaning again, Jim picks Miriam up. She wraps her legs around his waist and he carries her to the large wooden table in the center of the kitchen. Seating her on the edge, he begins again to kiss her and unbuttons her uniform down the font. Miriam gasps as he pulls one of her round, fleshy breasts free and suckles the rose red nipple. His other hand unzips his fly and takes out his hard throbbing cock and begins to stroke.

Miriam looks at his member and gasps at the length and girth of it. The space between her thighs aches with need, for this stranger, this hot, horny, wonderful stranger to bury his cock deep within her and send boiling pots of cum into her throbbing depths. Miriam frees herself from his grasp and takes off all her clothing as Jim looks on, all the while stroking his cock and moaning. Miriam spreads her legs wide and Jim buries his face in her sopping wet pussy. Miriam cries out with lust as he swirls his tongue around her pulsing hardened clit and inserts two fingers into her throbbing lovebox.

"Cumming!" Miriam exclaims as she moans and squeals with delight, feeling waves and waves of exquisite pleasure wash over her body. Jim moans, smelling her womanly essence and licking up her delicious sweet love juice. He feels her pussy contracting on his finger and his cock almost cums without penetration.

"I need you, now!" Jim grunts as he stands up, and positioning himself directly over her, plunges into her.

"Ungh, yesss" He moans as he begins to thrust in and out, deeper and deeper, harder and faster. Miriam is practically screaming with desire. She cries out "I'm cumming! Oh god, cum with me!" And Jim feels her pussy sending warm wet rivers of cum forth, drenching his cock and balls. He thrusts into her deeply one last time and lets out a roar as his cock swells and shoots what seems like gallons of hot seed into her still throbbing hot pussy. "Uhn, uhn, uhn." Grunting and panting, he stays inside her enjoying aftershocks that seem to go on forever.

He finally pulls out and, still erect cock in hand, invites Miriam to dine. More than willing, Miriam gets off the table and kneels in front of him. Legs spread, one hand fingering her still horny clit, Miriam begins to suck on his still throbbing hard manhood, tasting the remnants of his seed on the bulbous head, she swirls her tongue around it as Jim moans and thrusts his hips forward. Miriam slowly begins to take the length into her wet, eager mouth and drools all over it. Stroking it from the base, Miriam takes his hard cock all the way in to the back of her throat and gags and drools, as Jim moans and grinds into her mouth. Miriam sucks on his cock, deeper and deeper and tastes precum. She removes her mouth from his cock and still stroking its pulsating length begins to suck on his balls, which are already tightened against his body and filled with hot cum. 

"Umgh" Jim grunts and groans as Miriam sucks his balls gently into her mouth, temporarily soothing the need to release the large quantity of seed that is waiting to boil over. Miriam is still fingering her sopping wet pussy and Jim reaches down to stroke a nipple. 

"MMM" Miriam groans as she begins to finger furiously. Jim pulls Miriam up and gently lays her down on the table, head first. He climbs up over her and spreads her legs wide and hunkers down to bury his face in her pussy, Miriam yelps as he bites on her clit and, reaching up, pulls his cock down to her mouth.

In no time at all, Miriam's legs are wrapped around Jim's neck and she is cumming in his face. 

"Uhn uhn uhn, ooh yesss." She cries as she is cumming. All of a sudden, she feels Jim's body stiffen and his loud moan as shot after shot of salty hot sperm is sent down the back of her throat. She swallows the whole load. It is delicious.



Diner Time



We pulled into the parking lot of the diner late that night. Despite all of my attempts to get you talking, you were not saying a word. I knew you were angry, but I did not know why. All I could fathom was that I had done something wrong. If it wasn't me then why would you be taking it out on me? 

As we entered the restaurant I noticed only one other customer. I was actually relieved as I did not want to be stared at tonight. I had this awful feeling that something was about to happen but I didn't know what. I tried to push the thought from my mind, only to find it creeping back in again like an annoying insect. 

We sat down in a booth and the waitress promptly brought two coffee cups and a canter of coffee. I turned my cup upside down. You frowned at me with disgust.

"What?"

"What's wrong?" You still would not answer me. The waitress filled your cup and took your order. I had lost my appetite, but sensing your increasing anger I ordered a piece of pie. At least I would get some pleasure out of this, I thought. 


We sat there in silence until the food was brought. All the while the rain drops continued to fall on the plate glass window, dancing like fireflies in the reflection of the light. The occasional flash of lightening would distract me. As I looked out the window I could see you in the reflection too. When you didn't see me looking I noticed your eyes looking me over. You would smile slightly then the frown would return. I wondered what was going thru your mind? What thoughts you had, why you were behaving this way? As I picked at my food I looked up to find you staring intently at the neckline of my blouse. I glanced down to see a drip of cherry sauce slowly traveling towards my breast. You smiled your devilish smile at me. 

Seizing this as an opportunity to lighten things up, I took my finger and scooped the sauce up and presented it to you to lick. You obliged gently sucking the length of my finger as you removed any and all traces of the cherry sauce from it. As I pulled my hand away, you grabbed it back and sucked my finger once again. This time using deep long strokes. My nipples hardened and my panties became wet. You moved from one finger to the next repeating the same rhythmic motion. 

About this time the patron who had been sitting at the counter walked by and glanced at us approvingly. You smiled graciously as he passed. When he exited the door, I got up and came over to your side of the booth. I knelt down and reached under the table. I placed my hand on your knee slowly moving it up towards your growing bulge. With my teeth I undid the belt and zipper and released you from the confines of your pants. I licked your shaft up one side and down the other. Circling the head twice before repeating this again. 

You reached down and unbuttoned my blouse, pulling it apart to reveal my ample breasts. You softly caressed each one with your finger. As my sucking became more regular you pinched my nipples firmly. The pleasant sensation flooding my body as you did this repeatedly. As I was feeling you about to come I stopped what I was doing and stood up. 

You looked at me in shock, disbelief at what I had done. I smiled at you and gently leaned over the table. You took the cue, got up and stood behind me. You lifted my skirt and were surprised to only find a thong, which you easily pulled aside and entered me from behind. The motion of your stokes pushed me further and further towards the explosion that was building inside. Now it was your turn to surprise me. You pulled out and stroked my asshole with the head of your dick. Gently pushing it thru the hole and pulling it back out. You teased me for what seemed like and eternity then forced yourself into me deeply and hard. The shockwaves ran thru my groin as you furiously pumped my ass. I felt you burst inside of me, flooding me with your cum. 

Disappointed that I hadn't yet come, I stood up and turned around to face you. You pushed me back onto the table and spread my legs. You pulled my thong to the side again and ran your tongue up and down my slit. You gently bit my clit and slowly slid your fingers inside of me. You continued to bite and lick and inserted your other fingers into my ass. You began to pump me in both holes at once. Waves of ecstasy overcame me as I shudder from the sensation. The juices flowed as I came again and again. 

The waitress walked out of the kitchen and immediately turned back. You smiled that devilish smile again and helped my limp body up from the table. As I adjusted my clothes you laid down a $100 bill and we headed for the door.



Diner



"I'll take your word for it," he muttered. "Catch me asking a young miss to show me her bottom. If she did, I'd probably have a heart attack."

I went over the book with him, taking note of a few repairs he wanted done around the place, then I took my leave. I made a mental note to drop in on this diner on a more regular basis. It could be interesting.