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The Waitress

By: L.A. Wicker



Rick Johnson walked in the small restaurant, trying to shake the rain from his coat, but quickly knew it was hopeless. He'd been working out in the cold and rain for two straight weeks and it was getting to him. No person needed to be subjected to such weather, but the job needed finished or he was going to loose a considerable bonus. 

After hanging up his drenched coat, he looked around for an empty booth to sit and walked towards it. Rick sat down and couldn't wait for a hot cup of coffee. He looked around for his favorite waitress and saw her with other customers. 'Damn! She looks so good,' he thought to himself, wondering how a Mother of two could ever look so good. 

She had shoulder length brown hair, with matching brown eyes and a smile that could warm Rick in only a second. Her breasts were very firm, with nice, pointed nipples that would become hard at a moments notice. Her waist was trim, maybe a 24 or 26, Rick wasn't sure, but he did know it looked great too. 

But, the one part of her young body that truly drove him crazy was her slender hips and firm little ass. He guessed it was from the hours upon hours of walking that kept her looking so good and he loved to watch her. 

She heard the bell above the door ring and knew there would be somebody else to serve. She turned to look and there he was, the man she loved more than anyone else in the world. Her heart always skipped a beat when she saw him.

He was tall, with black hair that was slowly graying at each temple and it made him look all the better. He had broad, masculine shoulders and a thick, manly chest that took her breath away. And, there was one other part of him that she could only speculate about, what lie between his legs. They'd hugged many, many times and from what she'd felt; she knew he'd please any woman he touched. 

She quickly finished dumping two armloads of dished and rushed to him as fast as she could with a cup of coffee. She the cup on the table and sat across from him in the booth. 'Hi, handsome,' she smiled, feeling her nipples growing with excitement and she didn't care. He turned her on and she loved the warm feel inside her body, but mostly the feel between her legs. 

'Hi, baby,' he replied trying not to look at her breasts, knowing her nipples would be so hard in only a few, short seconds. 'How's your day going?' he asked and without thinking, his eyes shot straight down her body, and were fixed on her hard nipples. 

She watched him looking at her breasts and felt like fainting. They'd been enjoying lots of flirting, but he'd never just out and out stared at her like this. 'It's been pretty good. I've already made way over two hundred dollars this morning,' she smiled, wondering if he was even going to look at her face again. 

'That's good, he smiled slowly looking up, feeling like a small kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but he really didn't care. He hadn't been with a woman in over a year and knew it was high time to get laid. 'So, how's your jerk-off husband doing? Does he have a job yet?' Rick asked having a good idea that he hadn't even bothered looking for any kind of work. 

She couldn't help but laughing and replied with a frown, 'No,' she said with hurt, wishing he'd get off his ass and start helping her with all the bills and Christmas was coming in just 4 weeks. 'I don't know what to do with him,' she added with hurt running through her young body, thinking of him just sitting home with their kids and her working 12, sometimes more hours every day. 

'I'd kick his fucking ass out and have your Mom watch the kids,' he said pausing to hold her small hand in his. 'She said she love to. With him gone, you wouldn't have to work so much,' he added knowing he'd be more than happy to help her, but he wasn't going to help her husband, Bill. Rick paid many of her bills, but it was only for her and the kids. 

'I know it,' she replied, enjoying his big hands holding hers. It always made her feel so good and loved. 'I'm just afraid. I've never been alone in my life,' she added thinking of living with her Mom and marring Bill. It scared her to be alone. 

He just shook his head at her. 'You know you won't be alone. I'll help you with anything you need,' he said feeling his cock begin to grow, thinking of spending more time with her and her two kids. 'Jodi, you really need to do it!' Rick said reaching for the menu, read it over and looked back to her pretty face. 'I think I'll have the breakfast sampler today,' knowing he wasn't supposed to be eating any pork, but it would be the first time in months. 

She looked at him and laughed. 'I'll let you have it, but no more pork for a long time, mister,' she smiled, wishing they could be lovers. She'd been crazy about him all of her life, but it wasn't right for a father and daughter to do such things. 'I'll be right back,' she smiled, stood up and walked away, having a good idea that his eyes would be fixed on her ass.

He loved watching her in her skintight work pants and he was to the point he didn't care if she saw him or not. He loved watching her and didn't know why. She was his daughter, but it turned him on to be anywhere near her. Even a single thought of her made his cock so hard, it hurt. 

*.

Rick continued watching her as he ate and wished that she wasn't his daughter. 'What a fucking shame,' he thought watching her bend down to pick up a fork, admiring her tight ass, feeling his cock growing more. 'I'd take such good care of you,' he thought again, wondering what she liked in bed and if Bill even pleased her. 'If you're anything like your Mom, you'd love my cock,' he said to himself, thinking of Jodi spread-eagle on his bed and ready to be mounted. 'I need to get some pussy,' he said under his breath, taking his last bite of food and lit a cigarette. 

Jodi saw he was finished and walked to sit back down with him. 'Can I get one of those?' she asked pointing to his pack of cigarettes, knowing she could, but asked first. 

'Are you out?' he asked watching her get one and light it. 

'Shit, I never have any,' she laughed enjoying the cool smoke going deep into her lungs. Jodi looked at him and could see that he wasn't looking right. 'Are feeling ok? You look kinda flushed or something,' she said reaching her hand up to feel his forehead. 'Dad, you're burning up. You need to get home and in the bed,' she said in a motherly voice, wondering just how high his fever was. 

He couldn't help but laughing at her. 'You remind me of your Mother when we were together and she loved me,' he said looking into her pretty, brown eyes and that's when it occurred to him that he wasn't feeling very good or he wouldn't have said something like that to Jodi. 

She heard him and it took her breath away that he'd say something so sweet to her. Jodi remembered how much her Mother and he loved each other and just the thought of him thinking of her that way made her burn. 'Really?' she asked in a low, sweet voice, wondering if he meant it or if it was just his fever talking. 

'Yes,' he replied. 'If it hadn't been for you loving me so much, I don't think I'd made it,' he added thinking of how good she always made him feel. 

Jodi was in shock. 'I think you need to go home,' she said wishing they were alone. She wanted him so bad, even if he was her Dad, she didn't care. 

'Yeah, I guess you're right,' he replied, wondering what it'd be like to hold Jodi in his arms and make love to her. He had feelings that weren't normal for a father, but he was past the point of caring. He wanted her. 

'You be careful and I mean it!' Jodi said in that motherly voice again as she watched him stand up and just about fall on the floor. 'Jimmy!' she yelled out grabbing him in her arms and a big, overweight man came running from the back room.

'What's wrong?' Jimmy asked helping Jodi hold Rick up and eased him back in the booth. 

Jodi sat on the floor between Rick's legs, caressing the side of his face. 'He was going home and he started to fall and that's when I yelled for you,' she replied, trying to think if she should call for an ambulance or not. She'd die if anything serious was wrong with him.

'He looks like shit. There's no way in hell he should be driving.' Jimmy said knowing that Jodi was going to have to take him home. 'I'll call Becky to come in and you just take him home. I'd hate to think of him driving and get hurt or worse,' the big man said watching the sweat pouring off of Rick's face. 

'You sure?' she asked thinking of all the money she'd be loosing by leaving so early, but on the other hand, she knew her Dad would make up for it. He'd do anything she asked and never think or say a word of it again. He just hated Bill for being so lazy and treating her so badly.

'Yes. He needs you more and you've been working way too much. Go home with him, get him better and you relax the rest of the day.' Jimmy smiled at his favorite worker, thinking of all the hours she put in just to make ends meet. 

Jodi loved jimmy, but he wasn't her type or she'd been with him. She loved her men tall, dark and...men like her Dad. 'I'll wait for Becky to get here, then we'll leave,' she smiled at her overweight boss, wishing he'd find a girl to love him.

*.

After a stop at the store to get medicine for him and food, Jodi helped him into his house. 'I'm going to turn up the heat, put all this away and you're getting a hot bath,' she said helping him sit at the kitchen table. 

He watched Jodi and couldn't help but getting hard. She had the best little ass he'd ever seen in his life and wondered how good she'd be in bed. 'I sure do thank you for this,' he said watching her little ass in the snug pants. 'You give me an idea of how much money you lost by helping me and I'll make it up to you,' he added, feeling his cock growing out of control.

'I have no idea,' she replied, turning to see his eyes on her ass and a massive rush of excitement overtook her body. 'I wish you'd stop looking at me like that,' she said to herself, wishing that she had the nerve to make a pass at him, but worried it would ruin the love they shared. 

He just smiled as he slowly looked at her body and to her pretty face. 'I'll surprise you,' he laughed thinking of the money he had in his pocket. He knew it would be ten times more than she made on one of her best days waiting tables. 

'Don't you make it to big of a surprise. You need money too.' Jodi said as she opened a bottle of Tylenol and took out three tablets for him. 'You take these and I'm starting you a nice, hot bath,' she added handing him the pills and a glass of water. 

He swallowed them down and pulled her against his body, gently resting his head on her breasts. 'I can't thank you enough,' he whispered slipping his hands down her back, stopping just before he reached her great ass, wondering if she'd get mad if he touched her. 

She could help but enjoying his arms around her and his head on her breasts, but when she felt him going for her ass, she wanted to faint. 'It's my pleasure,' she whispered running her fingers through his thick, black hair, trying to imagine doing it while he was loving her with his long cock. 

'You feel so good,' he moaned hugging her as tight as he could and wanted to squeeze her ass so bad. 'I guess we better stop,' he laughed pulling from Jodi and couldn't help but notice a warm glow on her face. 'I haven't been with a girl in over a year and you're feeling way too good,' he laughed again, wondering just how it would feel to make it with his sexy, young daughter. 

Jodi felt like her body was on fire. She wanted something to happen, but he was her Daddy. He raised her and made sure she had all the love a girl needed and now, she needed a different kind of love. 'You feel pretty good yourself,' she smiled wishing that he'd make the first move. She'd do anything he asked or ever dreamt of doing to a girl and she didn't care what it was. 'I guess I better get your bath started. Do you want the small tub or the one in your bathroom?' she asked watching him looking at her breasts again, trying to keep from raping him where he sat. 

He thought for a brief second and replied, 'The one in my room. There will be a pretty girl joining me,' he added running his big hands down her sides, making sure to stop on her slender, but very shapely hips. 

Jodi felt her face turning red, but it wasn't from embarrassment, it was from the rush of excitement of him insinuating that she was getting in the large tub with him. 'I'm not to sure about that,' she giggled thinking of being in such a situation with him and what might happen, but she did want him so bad. 'I can't,' she said putting out her lower lip. 'I've got on a white bra and panties or I would,' she added thinking of when she got wet and how easy it would be for him to see all she had to offer. 

He just smiled at her, thinking of seeing this pretty girl in nothing but white. 'I won't look,' he smiled bigger, thinking of how good it'd be to see her great body. 'Come on, please,' he whispered and took a chance. His hands slowly moved from her hips and around to gently caress the ass he so dearly loved. 'It'll be fine.' Rick said as he stood up, pulling her as close to him as he could get her. He wanted her and didn't care if she was his own flesh and blood. He'd never wanted a girl as badly as he wanted her. 

Jodi was lost. Her Daddy, the man she loved wanted her in his bath with him. 'Oh Daddy,' she moaned, feeling wetness pouring from her lonely pussy. 'I have the same problem that you do,' she paused, wondering she should tell him or not, but thought, what the hell. 'Bill hasn't touched me in a year,' she said, hoping he'd take her, but she didn't want to screw up the love they shared. 

'Oh, you poor baby!' he moaned thinking of how she must feel. 'You need to get rid of him. A good man would kill to have someone like you,' he added, knowing he would be the first in line and he didn't give a shit if she was his daughter or not. 'If I'd known that...I wouldn't have teased you,' he said as he continued to caress her ass. 'I'm sorry,' he said looking into her pretty eyes, wanting to kiss her so badly, but he resisted the temptation.

'It's ok,' she smiled enjoying his big hands caressing her butt, sending rushes of excitement flooding through every inch of her. 'If I didn't have on all white,' she paused to take a deep breath before going on. 'I'd get in with you.' Jodi said, wishing he'd just insist and make her do it. She wanted him so much. She dreamt of him day and night. Her pussy burned for him and she knew that no other man would ever please her needs but him. 

'Make an old man happy and just say yes,' he smiled feeling his cock growing hard against her and he didn't care. 'It'll be fine. You need rest just as much as I do,' he said caressing her ass harder, not caring anymore. He wanted to touch her. 'We can have a drink while we soak and I have a nice, fat joint rolled that we can smoke,' he smiled looking deep into her pretty eyes, wondering how far this would go. He wanted her, but she was still his daughter. 

Jodi knew if she got in the tub with him, she'd be lost and wouldn't be able to resist him in any way. Plus, they would be drinking, he said he had a joint to smoke and pot always made her so horny. She would be his sex slave in a matter of seconds. 

'Yes,' she whispered, praying this wouldn't ruin the wonderful love they shared together. She'd die if anything ever came between them. 

'Good,' he smiled gently squeezing her ass, hoping he'd get a chance to do the same thing when she stripped off her clothes. He knew it was wrong, but she gave him more feelings than he'd ever known in his life. 'Thank you,' he whispered, feeling his cock growing harder than it had been in years.

*.

Jodi's body was trembling as she looked in the mirror above the sink, wondering if she'd make it through this. She loved him so much and knew it wasn't the kind of love a daughter should have for her father, but she wanted him to make love to her. She wanted him from as far back as she could remember. 'Oh Daddy!' she moaned giving her nipples a hard twist. 'I hope this doesn't mess us up,' she said twisting them one last time before she opened the small door. 

He sat in the hot water, enjoying the jets of air swirling around the tub, wondering what Jodi was doing. He couldn't wait to see her stripped down and hoped that she'd relax enough for them to hug like in the kitchen. His cock began to grow as visions of her filled his mind and when he heard the door opening, he really got hard. 

'Here we go!' he whispered looking up and there she was, in a thin, white bra that gave him a perfect view of her extremely hard nipples and for the first time, he also saw that they were pierced. 'My nasty girl!' he thought as his eyes continued roaming over her tempting body. His eyes slowly moved down, enjoying all of her delicate curves, until they were focused between her legs. He couldn't help but noticing that she was soaked. 'Is my girl as excited about this as I am?' he thought knowing she was. 

Jodi stood trembling; feeling like this was the first time a man had seen her naked and this man was her Dad. The man she'd wanted since the first time she knew what a man and woman did together. She craved his lips kissing her, she longed for him to hold her nude body to his and she burned to have him deep inside her. 

He slowly stood up, not caring if she saw his erection or not and he moved to Jodi and pulled her against him. 'Oh, you're so beautiful!' he moaned enjoying her pressed so closely with his firm cock resting on her trim stomach, making him even harder. 'You feel so good!' he growled reaching behind her to the ass he so dearly loved and he had to caress every inch of it. 

Jodi didn't know if she should faint, run away or just relax and let him do anything he wanted. His big, strong hands gently caressed her tiny ass, giving her more feelings than she'd ever felt before and she knew before this day was over, she'd be her Daddy's bitch, to fuck anytime he wanted. 

'You're so hard,' she moaned feeling his stiff cock on her stomach, wishing he'd slip it between her legs, against her wet and eager pussy. She'd been craving him since she was a young girl and was ready for her Daddy to claim her. She was willing to do anything and everything he wanted or dreamt of, no matter what it was. She was so tired of her husband never pleasing her and she knew her Daddy would. 

He caressed around her body, up under her breasts and gently squeezed, enjoying a low, helpless moan coming from his daughter. 'It's all for you,' he replied running his hands over her breasts, savoring the feel of her warm, tender flesh against his fingers. 'You always make me so hard,' he whispered in her ear, gently kissing it as he carefully rolled her excited nipples between his fingers, enjoying another long moan coming from her. 'Does my baby like that?' he asked with a smile, knowing she loved it and he was going all the way. 

'Yes!' Jodi moaned, pushing her slender hips to his. She wanted to feel his big, stiffened cock on her pussy. 

'You know what's about to happen?' he asked looking into her lust filled eyes. 'I'm going to make love to you.' he gently kissed her on the lips and was greeted by her warm tongue. 

She slipped her tongue into his mouth just as he was going to slip his cock into her excited pussy. 'Oh yes!; she moaned kissing him deep and she reached for to wonderful thing that was only minutes away from pleasing her. His stiff cock. 'Oh Daddy!' she moaned squeezing her tiny hand around the thick shaft, wondering what something so big and hard was going to feel like shoved deep in her tiny pussy. 'You're so big,' she whimpered, holding him as tight as she could, feeling his hot blood pulsing through it so fast and Jodi knew it was all because of her. 


The Waitress



'You make me crazy,' he smiled hugging her tight. 'I've wanted you for so long, but I didn't want to do anything and loose you,' he said thinking of all the times that he'd wanted to make a pass at her or just tell her how he felt, but he always held it back. 

'I wish you would have,' she whispered, softly stroking his cock. 'I've wanted you just as much and spent so many nights dreaming of you taking me,' she whispered again, hoping this wasn't some horrible dream that she'd awake from. 'I'm all yours. You do anything you want with me and I'll love it,' she moaned dropping to her knees, looked up with a loving smile and sucked her Daddy's big, hard cock deep into her mouth. 

He'd had thousands of blowjobs in his life, but this was the best ever and he knew why. It was his very hot and beautiful daughter doing it. She gently sucked his swollen head as her pretty eyes watched the pleasure on his handsome face. 'You're Daddy's girl now,' he moaned holding the sides of her face. 'I'm going to fuck you day and night,' he whispered as a long and very low moan came from deep in her body. 'Daddy's big, hard cock up in my baby's little pussy,' he said as another loud moan came from Jodi. 

Jodi sucked as his wonderful words filled her ears, driving her insane with lust. 'Oh Daddy!' she cried wrapping her arms around his waist, sucking his cock as far in her mouth as she possible could, never wanting to let him go. Harder and deeper she sucked him, hoping he'd give her his wonderful gift in her mouth and then, fuck her lonely pussy for as long as he wanted. She'd always dreamt of her Daddy cuming in her mouth and she never knew why, but every dream, was of him filling her mouth with hot cum. She pulled away from him, looked up and said, 'Cum in my mouth, please!' Jodi begged him and quickly returned to sucking him, praying that he'd make her dream come true. 

He watched his beautiful daughter sucking him and was shocked at her words. She wanted to drink his cum. He'd been with a few girls that liked it, but Jodi was his baby girl, his only daughter and she wanted him to shoot his massive load of cum in her mouth. 'I haven't came in over a year. You sure you want?' he asked, holding her head as he started to fuck her warm and very wet mouth. 'I'm going to cum hard!' he moaned louder, fucking her faster and when he saw her pretty eyes just looking up to him, he knew that she wanted it. 'Oh you hot, fucking bitch!' he yelled out and started shooting his load into her mouth and down her throat. 'Oh baby!' he yelled fucking her mouth as hot cum shot from the tip of his swollen cock head. 'Yes! Oh my baby girl,' he moaned holding her head as he continued to use her mouth just as if it was here tiny pussy. 'Oh baby,' he moaned looking to her pretty face and saw, her trying to smile as she gently sucked the last of his cum. 

She held him tight and knew what was coming, her Daddy, the man of her dreams was only seconds away from making her dream come true. She sucked hard as he fucked her mouth and she loved it. His big, hard cock fucking her mouth this way and she knew her lonely pussy was also in for a wonderful treat. He was sure to fuck it just as hard. He grabbed her tight, fucking her mouth with no regard and it happened. His hot cum shot into her mouth with a force so hard, she fought to gulp it all down. Squirt after powerful squirt, Jodi sucked and swallowed every drop, savoring it as it slid down her throat and in her tummy. 

He fell to his knees, hugging Jodi as tight as he could. 'I love you so much,' he sobbed like as baby as they held each other. 'I can't believe that we're finally doing this,' he added, wiping his face. 'I've wanted you for as long as I can remember,' he said hugging her more and he knew what was next. He gently laid her down, pulled her tiny panties off and mounted her. 'You'll never know how many times that I'd dreamt of doing this,' he whispered, gently kissing her. 

She held her Daddy tight as his words of love filled her ears and when he started crying, it broke her heart. 'I love you too, Daddy,' she whispered as they sat on their knees hugging and when he gently laid her on the floor, Jodi felt like exploding. Finally, her Daddy was going to give her the love that only a Daddy could give. She panted for air as he slowly eased her panties down and moved over her excited body. 'I'm all yours, now.' Jodi whispered, gently kissing him and she felt his cock head pushing between her swollen lips. 'Take me, Daddy. Love me and make me feel good,' she begged looking up to the man that raised her. The man she'd loved all her life and the man that made her. 'Fuck me, Daddy,' she begged wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him as deep as she could, wishing that she could crawl inside him.

He returned her kiss and knew that it was time, time to love his baby girl. 'You know you're not going back to that jerk,' he said in a firm voice. 'You're moving in with me and I'm going to make love to you every fucking chance we have,' he added looking deep into her eyes. 'You're going to be mine, from now on!' he growled, shoving his long, hard cock as deep into his daughters' pussy as it would go. 

She locked around him tight, holding him her pussy, not wanting to let him go. 'Yes!' Jodi screamed as his cock drove so deep into her body it hurt. He stretched her wide, filling every inch of her tender insides, giving her the most wonderful feelings she'd ever known in her life. 'My Daddy! My Daddy's in my pussy,' she whimpered looking up to him with nothing but love, knowing she would be his until the day she died. 

He looked to her beautiful face, knowing there'd never be anyone else, but her. She was his daughter, but now she was his woman. 'Oh baby! My little girl,' he moaned kissing Jodi's lips, enjoying her pussy squeezing and massaging his long cock. 'You feel good,' he whispered, kissing and tenderly sucking her neck, hoping he'd mark her, letting everyone know that she was his. 'I'm going to fuck you all night long,' he laughed, returning to the soft flesh of her neck, sucking harder as his hips moved back and forth, fucking his baby, his daughter and now his woman. 

'I'll always be yours,' she moaned, enjoying his hardness slowly moving in and out of her stretched pussy. 'Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my pussy harder,' she whimpered as blood raced through her veins so fast, she felt as if she was close to fainting in his arms. Her heart pounded and every nerve in her pussy and throughout her body felt as if they were on fire. No guy had ever made her feel this good before and it was her wonderful Daddy doing it. 'Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me!' she moaned in a soft, loving voice, enjoying his long cock using and pleasing her lonely pussy and knew she'd never be lonely again. 

Her words drove him on and moved faster, only wanting to please the beautiful girl under him. 'My baby,' he smiled kissing her as deep as he possible could as he continued fucking her with long, deep strokes. He moved back to her neck, sucking it harder and her soft moans drove him on. His hips moved faster, her juices seeped from her pussy, making that wonderful noise of a man and woman making love. 

'Oh Daddy!' Jodi cried as his cock lunged her tiny pussy with no mercy. 'Fuck me!' she begged enjoying her slender hips and ass lifting from the floor with each deep thrust in her young body. 'My Daddy,' she moaned wrapping her legs around his powerful hips. 'I'm Daddy's girl,' she whispered, knowing he loved it when she talked with a soft voice 'little girl' voice. 'My Daddy is fucking me,' she moaned in the same sweet voice, watching him smiling at her. 'Does Daddy like my pussy?' Jodi asked with big smile, feeling she was so close to cuming and hoped to coax him into cuming at the same time. 'Come on, Daddy. Cum in my pussy,' she whimpered in that same, soft voice he loved so much. 

He kept pumping her with long, deep strokes, enjoying her words, feeling his ball swelling with cum. 'I'm going to cum in you so fucking hard,' he laughed feeling like his knees were about to fall off. 'I need you on my bed, so I can really fuck you,' he smiled reaching under her and stood up with his hard cock still deep in her warm, little pussy. 

'Oh yes!' Jodi growled thinking of him fucking her on his bed. 'Hurry Daddy! I want you to fuck me hard, just like you would a whore,' she moaned, hugging him tight, with her legs wrapped around his hips, thinking of his hot cum shooting deep in her pussy. 'Lean against the wall. I want you to fuck me standing up,' she whispered as he leaned on the closest wall, thinking of how her pussy husband didn't have the strength to do anything like this. 'Now, I'm going to fuck, my Daddy,' she said in the voice, lifting her hips up and down as she hugged him so tight. 'Oh Daddy!' she purred as his long cock gently slid in and out of her wet, excited pussy. 'I'm going cum soon. Are you ready to feel your baby girl cum on you?' Jodi whispered in his ear as she slowly moved her slender hips up and down. 'I want my Daddy's hot cum in me,' she smiled moving a bit faster; feeling the need to cum was growing close. 

He held her, enjoying the feel of her pussy ever so gently fucking him like nothing he'd ever known before. 'Are you trying to kill me?' he asked looking into her lust filled eyes, knowing that when he came, he was going to fill her pussy full. He'd never been this excited in his life, it felt so good, and he knew why. It was because of his hot, young daughter riding his cock. 'Go, you hot bitch!' he moaned holding her against his body; feeling like his heart was only seconds away from exploding. 'Fuck me like a whore!' he moaned louder, giving her right ass cheek a hard slap. 'Fuck me, you whore!' he groaned giving the other side of her tender ass an equally hard slap. 'Fuck me, whore! Fuck me!' he yelled as she went crazy humping his long, stiffened cock. His heart raced, sending blood rushing through him so hard it hurt, but there was no way he was going to stop. He had one of the most beautiful women he'd ever known in his life fucking him and she was the girl he made 22 years ago. 

'Come on, Daddy! Cum up my pussy,' she moaned moving fast as she could go, trying to hold back her orgasm, waiting for him to release in her pussy. 'I'm ready, Daddy! Cum in me, please,' she begged moving up and down his hard cock, praying he'd cum and make her dream come true. 'Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in me,' she moaned sliding up and down his long cock and she couldn't hold back any more. It was just too much for Jodi to try to hold in. She was fucking the man of her dreams like a mad woman and it was time. 'Oh mother fucker!' she screamed, locking around his cock as her young heart pounded. 'Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy, I'm cuming! I'm cuming!' Jodi screamed out as her body spasmed out of control. 'I'm cuming on my Daddy!' she moaned squeezing her pussy muscles as tight as she could and that's when something wonderful happened. 'Oh Daddy!' she growled, feeling his cum shooting in her like a fire hose.

He watched as his baby went wild cuming on him. Her words and screaming were great and when her already tight pussy locked on him, he released. Filling her tiny pussy with a years worth of cum. 'Oh baby oh my baby girl!' he moaned holding her as close as he could, trying not to fall on the floor. Squirt after massive squirt, he filled her pussy so full it was running down her legs and dripping on the floor. 'Is that enough cum for you?' he asked, squeezing out one last squirt holding her close, never wanting to leave her young body. 

'I'll never get enough of your cum,' she moaned feeling better than at any time in her life, remembering that her birth control pills had been in the bottom of her dresser drawer since last year.

He smiled, caressed her face and said, 'Good, because there's a lot more where that came from,' he winked leaning back to suck the side of Jodi's neck, not knowing her little secret.

The End.

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L.A.Wicker. 



The Waitress



Thanks to 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' for their editing of my story. I couldn't write it without their advice and editing. No-sex in this story but lots of love and romance.

Chapter 1

I'm a sixty year old man who had lost his wife two years ago. She was too young to die at sixty-three. Everyone said she rocked the cradle because she was five years older than me. Cancer has a tendency to cut a lot of lives short. We were a good couple. We were probably typical of most older couples. I did most of the outside stuff like mowing the grass or shoveling the snow. I took care of anything electrical. She had trouble setting an alarm clock.

She, on the other hand, was as artistic as they come, decorating for all the holidays, and there wasn't anything she couldn't cook. We were married for thirty-eight years. It was funny - well, maybe sad now - our kids were going to have a big 40th anniversary bash. That would have been this year.

We had a good life. We traveled somewhere each year. We also each did our own thing. We learned early in our marriage not to pressure each other into doing things we didn't want to do. So in that respect we got along fine.

Our sex life in our early years was the greatest. I guess that's the way it is with most everyone. Then came the children and the sex life diminished quite a bit. Again another expected consequence of raising a family. It is kind of sad though. If I had to do it all over I would have probably tried to make love more often. Don't let life completely take you over, have time for one another.

We both made our mistakes in life but I'm not going to get into that. It's nothing that can be changed now. I guess my problem now is I feel pretty healthy. I might be sixty but my libido seems to be working overtime. I wonder if that comes with getting older. Maybe I'm looking for a last hurrah or something.

As I mentioned earlier my wife was the cook. I can fry an egg or make a sandwich but if I want a real meal I go to the corner restaurant. I'm probably in there at least a few days a week. I also visit the kids and get a good meal. I have four that were kids at one time. They are all grown up and one even has a grandkid of their own. I try not to bother them much. I pretty much just do my own thing. Three of my offspring live over fifty miles away, my youngest daughter lives about twenty miles from me, so of course I'm lucky to see some of them once a month. Loneliness is my biggest problem, going to a big house that is always empty. I didn't even take the time to fill the pool this year. It still has the winter cover on it. But I kept our hot tub filled. It fells good to sit and relax in it as I think of old times.

Anyway one reason I eat out is for the company. It's nice to hear all the different conversations while I'm eating. I guess I'm like a fixture in the little restaurant. Roy, the owner and head cook, is a pretty nice guy. He said he goes through a lot of help. He keeps two full-time waitresses and two part-time plus his kitchen help. He told me he tries to give people a chance. Most don't want it and become pretty lazy.

Right now his two full-time girls were Marie and Stacy. Marie had been there going on two years. She was married and worked to help pay the bills with a second income. She was nice looking and a friendly waitress. I asked Roy about Stacy. She had been there about a month then and was one of the cutest and friendliest waitresses I've had the pleasure of waiting on me. I like waitresses because they work hard for their wages and some people treat them like shit. It pisses me off when a waitress is treated badly. Don't get me wrong. Not every waitress is a saint but the majority seem to try hard. 

Roy said she lived up in the projects. That's what we call the housing development for the less fortunate. Most of the people who lived there didn't have jobs or didn't care to find one and of course some were the local dope dealers. Stacy didn't seem to fit that model.

One day when she was going to be on break I asked her if she would mind sitting with me. She seemed so nice and friendly. We talked about everything from her kids at school to what the special was going to be the next day. I started to eat there almost every day. I guess I was getting a little smitten with the young lady. Each time I would come in, I would sit in her area and after she served me she would sit and talk with me. She always held her break until she saw me. It made an old man feel pretty good.

Over time we began to talk about more personal items. I told her I was a widower and about my wife and kids. She in turn started telling me about her life. She said that for some reason she trusted me, that she liked me. I told her I probably reminded her of her father. She grimaced and said she liked me a whole lot more and trusted me more than she did her father. I found that surprising but didn't reply.

I asked her about herself and she told me she was twenty-five but went through enough life to be forty. She had two kids but wasn't married. At seventeen she got pregnant and her parents kicked her out. She did stick up for them saying she was rather an unruly child and went to what she called a children's prison for a couple of years until she was sixteen. She got her shit together and moved back home and tried to live a much more normal life.

She had gone to a party with friends and they gave her some kind of drug and used her. "I guess they weren't friends after all," she mused. 

She got pregnant, considered abortion not knowing who the father was, but decided to have the baby. When the baby was born she had turned eighteen and thought of giving it up for adoption but it was part of her so she couldn't do it. She looked for work and was able to get children services to help her out. A year later she was dating what she called a rat's ass and had gotten pregnant again. The minute the guy found out, he ditched her and left town. She hadn't heard from him since. That was all around five years ago. Since then, she decided to try to make a life for her and her two children who were now ages seven and five. She told me that they were her life.

Offhandedly, she mentioned that she was on speaking terms with her mother again. Her mom and dad had gotten divorced about two years ago. She called her mom one day and they got back to being friends. She had a younger half-brother and a half-sister who still lived at home. She said that her mom watched her kids while she worked. Children services helped pay for the babysitting.

Stacy told me life was far from easy for an unwed mother of two but she was doing the best she could. She went from job to job. None lasted very long. For some reason the employers figured that sex with her would become part of the work package and so she would quit. She said it was awfully hard to prove sexual harassment when it was his word against hers and she was an unwed mother. She said that she had grown up and her priorities have changed. She had a family to think of. Her wild days were all behind her now.

She was really beginning to grow on me. I looked forward to seeing her everyday. I would come in the door and see the beautiful dark haired girl with the beautiful smile and dimples. Just seeing her made my day. One day I asked her if she would like to go to the movies with me. She looked surprised and asked if she could think about it.

I told her I understood. I was just a nice old man and she was trying to let me off nicely. That was okay. 

"Oh, no, Charles, you got it all wrong. I would love to go with you but I have to find someone to watch Ben and Marti. I haven't been out in what seems like ages. My kids come first and Mom has them all day and I don't know if she will want to watch them in the evening too."

"You sure it's not my age, Stacy?"

"I'm positive, Charles. I look forward to seeing you in here everyday."

"Okay then, little lady, tonight you tell Ben and Marti that we are going to take them to the movies, if you don't mind. By the way, call me Charlie. Doesn't sound as old." I could see tears growing in her eyes.

"Charlie, you would take my two rugrats too? Then, of course, the answer is yes. Saturday afternoon, the children will love it, they hardly ever get to go anywhere other than to mom's and the apartment. Thank you, Charlie" as she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Then she said she had to get back to work.

Saturday I pulled into the projects and looked for their apartment. I really didn't like the area. I was a retired cop and knew the types that lived up here. It bothered me that Stacy was trying to raise her kids right and it would be that much harder trying to do it living here. Way too many bad examples.

As I pulled up to their apartment unit I saw two little faces staring out through the screen door. As I got out of the car all I heard from inside was, "He's here, mom, he's here. Hurry up before he leaves."

I had to laugh - the kids were so afraid I wasn't going to wait. The little boy came running back to the door and said, "Mom will be right here, sir. I'm not allowed to unlock the door for strangers."

I smiled at the boy who must have been Ben and told him his mother had taught him right and I would wait. Then up to the door came the cutest little girl smiling. She had dark hair and dimples just like her mother. "You must be Marti," I said.

"How do you know my name? Did Mommy tell you?"

Then Ben broke in and said, "Do you know my name?"

"I sure do. I'll bet it's Ben!"

"What should we call you, sir? Mom said it's polite to call you sir but me and Marti don't like that name."

As I was thinking of a suggestion, Stacy came to the door, unlocked it and let me in. "Well, kids, if it's alright with him, maybe you could call him Uncle Charlie."

"Are you really our Uncle Charlie? I never knew we had an Uncle Charlie. All we ever met was Uncle Bob at grandma's house and he don't like kids. Do you like kids, Uncle Charlie?"

"I'm not your real uncle, just a good friend of your mother's and yes, you can call me Uncle Charlie and yes I love kids." Little Marti came up and hugged my leg."

We headed out the door. Ben kept asking questions. He was so excited, I doubt if he ever got to go anywhere. He asked if they could have popcorn and pop and candy. I laughed and told him I would get them a big extra large popcorn and he and Marti could share it. I would also get them each a drink. They could each pick out one candy apiece.

Everyone was happy as the movie started. Ben sat on my right and Marti ended up on my lap but most important Stacy held my hand through most of the movie. Marti fell asleep with her little head on my shoulder. I felt like a dad again. After the movies we went to Chucky Cheese and let the kids play while Stacy and I talked.

I asked her if she dated often. She told me that she didn't date. She wasn't the party girl anymore. If anything she was waiting for her prince to ride up on a white horse and sweep her away. The prince had to love her kids too.

After that day I stopped by every couple of days to see Stacy and the kids at the apartment. It bothered me more and more her living there with the kids. I know I'm an old man but I also knew I was falling in love with Stacy. We hadn't had sex and she never even kissed me on the lips. That's why I knew I was falling for her. I had these feelings for her even though we had done nothing intimate.

I asked her about moving out of the projects. I told her I was a retired cop and the projects were bad news. She started crying and said she knew it but children services paid most of the rent and she wouldn't be able to afford anything else.

One day I stopped at the restaurant and Stacy wasn't there. I went over to Roy and asked where she was. He told me she had called in and asked for the day off and that she sounded really distressed. He said that there was a drug raid at the apartments last night and the police broke in next door to her apartment. It scared the kids terribly and she had to be with them since they were really shaken up. After seeing the police break in next door, they were afraid of the police and that was the last thing Stacy wanted. 

Roy said, "You really care for her, don't you, Charlie? Just so you know, she has strong feelings for you also. I can spot it by the glow around her face whenever she sees you. Be careful, Charlie, she's a really great woman and I'd hate to see her get hurt."

I had to do something so I called one of my old buddies at the police station and explained about the drug bust and how it scared the kids. He was one of the officers who spoke to the kids at school and so I thought it would be good for him to go with me to see Stacy, Ben and Marti.

Stacy knew I was a retired cop but I don't think I ever told Ben and Marti. Ray and I went to the projects to talk with the kids. Ben came to the door and yelled to his mom that the police were back and started crying. Stacy held on to him as she came to the door. She was so happy to see me. I explained to her why I brought Ray and she invited us in.

Ray used puppets and explained right and wrong to kids. He sure was good at it. The kids calmed down and were even smiling. Ray explained about bad people and that's why their neighbor was arrested. He said that police officers were there to protect them. He really gave a nice talk to the kids on a level they could understand. When Ray finished speaking to them he asked if they liked police officers now. Ben said he thought he did but was still scared. Little Marti didn't really know what to think.

I looked at Ben and asked him if he trusted me. He said of course he did, I was his Uncle Charlie. Then I pulled out my badge and told him I was a retired police office. His eyes opened wide as he looked at my badge. He told Ray that he trusted Uncle Charlie and if I was a police officer then police officers were the good guys. He came over and gave me a hug. Marti ran over and hugged me too. She always did what her big brother did. Stacy - well, Stacy sat there with tears in her eyes.

Stacy thanked us for coming over and calming the kids down. I told her we were going to try to find her another place to live. I said she and her kids deserved better.

Finally one day, I stopped at the apartment and told Stacy I found her and the kids a place to live. It was close to the restaurant and was in a very safe neighborhood. I asked if she and the kids would like to take a look at it. She asked me how much the rent was and I told her it could be discussed after seeing the place. 

I took her over to my house. I owned a three bedroom ranch home with a large backyard and a pool and hot tub. She didn't know I lived there. As we walked in she saw what a beautiful house it was and said she couldn't afford a house like this. I asked her to sit down and let me explain. I got her a beverage and just let the kids run through the house and look at it.

"Stacy, this is my house. I live here alone. It's a three bedroom home plus a full finished basement that can be made into an extra bedroom if necessary. You can have your own room. We can put two single or a bunk bed in the other room for the kids. I'll have my own bedroom.

I won't charge you anything to live here. You only have to clean up the place and help me make it a home again. I will ask nothing from you and you don't have to do anything for me. I will tell you I care for you deeply and I love the rugrats. So I guess it's up to you now."

She was crying. Ben and Marti came up to her and asked if she was alright. She told them she was and then explained as best she could to her kids that this was my house and that I had invited them to live there with me. Of course the kids jumped up and down saying yes. 

"The answer is yes, Charlie, but I need to tell you a few things about me first. If the offer is still on the table when I'm finish, we will be happy to live here."

"Charlie, when I was fourteen I stole money from my parents and from one of my neighbors. I wanted to fit in with the bad kids. I was put in a youth detention home for two years. When I got out I tried to be good. My father was really my stepfather. I never met my biological dad. He died right after my birth and my mom got remarried. My step-father would hit me and try to molest me but never succeeded. I told my mother but she took his side and they kicked me out. A few years later he tried it with my younger half-sister. That's why mom divorced him and we kind of got back together. I'm trying to forgive her for not believing me but it's hard."

"Now here's the hard part, Charlie. I'm falling for you. I know you're old enough to be my father but that's not the way I care for you. People are going to talk. I don't know if I can handle that or if you can. I know your wife died a little over two years ago and you had a good life together. I can't replace her, Charlie. I'm just me, a woman with two children to raise and who has feelings for a man over twice her age. Also what are your kids going to think about their dad letting an unwed mother and her two kids live in their old house. Well, that's my side, Charlie, now it's up to you."

"Look, Stacy, I want you away from the projects. It's not a healthy place for you or for raising the kids. I don't really care what my married kids say. They have lives of their own to take care of. I promise you that you will be safe here. As far as what the neighbors think, I wish I could be lucky enough to land a good looking woman like you and, if they want to think I'm scoring, more power to me."

We decided to move her out of the projects the following weekend. I told her I would get some of my cop buddies to help out and we would rent a U-Haul. We wouldn't have to pay them anything but we would feed them all at Roy's diner. I would be willing to pay for the dinner but she had to serve it.

Chapter 2

A couple of days before the move I was having lunch in the diner when three idiots sat a couple of booths in front of me. They were making off-color remarks to Stacy and I was getting a bit pissed but she handled it nicely and took their order. After she walked away I heard the guy on the end saying he was going to put the make on her. Of course his buddies grinned. Stacy came back with their order and set them in front of them when Mr. Macho Idiot asked her out. 

She nicely said, "No, thank you. I have a boyfriend and two small children waiting for me."

The idiot said, "Fuck your boyfriend and go out with me."

Stacy had heard enough, "Yes, I will fuck my boyfriend but going out with you will never happen," and she turned to walk away.

Mr. Idiot reached out and grabbed her ass. Stacy swiftly turned and bitch-slapped him across the face and said, "Don't you ever touch me again, you son of a bitch."

The idiot started to call her a damn bitch, when I got up to go to their booth. Marie looked over and Roy was about to come out from the kitchen. They figured the shit was about to hit the fan.

I grabbed him by the nape of the neck and pushed his face down into his food. When he raised his hand I grabbed him in an easy thumb lock where the pain is excruciating and I can dislocate or tear his thumb completely off. He screamed out in pain as I talked to him. His buddies sat there frozen in their seats.

"You piece of shit, who the fuck do you think you are messing with the waitress? You have a choice to make. I can rip your thumb from its socket and you can rush to the hospital to get them to reset it. Or, when your waitress comes back you can apologize to her and explain that no waitress should have to put up with customers like you and then I would suggest a very sizeable tip. What's your choice?"

"I apologize, sir. I acted wrong ..." I cut him off and told him I didn't want his apology but to tell it to his waitress. I released his thumb and then his neck and returned to my booth.




The Waitress



Roy and Marie were looking on as well as a number of customers when Stacy handed the man a towel to wipe the food off his face. He apologized to her and said how sorry he was for his actions. 

Roy brought him out another dinner as Stacy told the guy that waitresses had a hard enough time earning a living. They were there to take their orders and see that they got their meal. She then said she hoped he would remember that when being served by all waitresses, not just her.

The three guys ate quickly in silence. When they were getting ready to go the guy put a dollar tip on the table. Then as though he had second thoughts he pulled out a ten and replaced the dollar with it. Then the three got up paid for their meal and left.

After the lunch crowd cleared Stacy came over to me and put her butt toward me. I knew she was just teasing me. I reached up pretending to reach for her butt as she walked away. She turned around quickly and said, "You are the only one that would ever get away with that," then smiled and walked away.

Roy was looking through his kitchen opening and gave me the thumbs up sign. I just grinned and waved my hand with the old "get out of here" sign.

Saturday, I rented a U-Haul and headed up to Stacy's place along with three squad cars. There were six of my buddies on the force who were going to help us with the moving. 

When Ben saw all the squad cars he yelled to his mom, "The police are here again," only this time he was smiling. 

Stacy had all the smaller stuff packed in boxes. She didn't have many large things, mostly personal items. Most of her furniture was furnished with the apartment. Not the nicest looking furniture.

She told me she was heading over to the diner to get our lunch table set up. I told her I would bring the kids with me since they seemed to be having fun watching the police helping them move. That was a good thing. My buddies kept teasing me about Stacy. I didn't care anymore because my life had meaning again. This was the happiest I'd been in a long time. Ben and Marti asked if they could ride in the squad car. Bill, one of the officers said sure. He would even turn on the sirens.

As we headed out of the projects, Bill turned on his siren for a few seconds. It was funny to see all the doors close in the projects. Bill knew they would be back for more arrests one day. After dropping off all of Stacy's stuff at my house, we all headed to the diner for lunch.

Over at the diner, Stacy was setting up tables for our group. There would be six cops, me and of course Ben and Marti. She glanced at Marie who she knew was happy for her. Marie was watching the three guys that had caused trouble the other day, now back with a fourth guy. They sat in Marie's area and when they all sat down she handed them each a menu.

She told them, "Just so you know the man who came to your table the other day is a retired cop. Now I hope you four are just here for a nice meal. If you look out the windows you will see a number of our friends coming in for lunch." When they all turned around to look out the window they saw three squad cars pull up and six cops get out along with me.

"Yes, Miss, we are just here for lunch. What are your specials today?" they asked. Marie told us later she didn't know if they were there for just lunch or trouble but they couldn't have acted any nicer. She said besides that they left her a really nice tip. 

All the police sat around the table and ordered dinner. Ben and Marti told their mom about the ride in the cruiser. Stacy was being teased by all my friends. She knew she could handle it now. She gave back as good as she got. Stacy heard one of my buddies say that if I let this one get away to give him a call and he would be nice to me and shoot me.

After the dinner Stacy thanked each officer for helping her move and said that she really appreciated it. Stacy didn't see it but each cop left her a ten dollar tip under their plate. Ben watched each officer and asked me what they were doing? I told him they were leaving a tip for his mom because she gave such good service. He told me he wanted to leave his mom a tip too but didn't have any money. I gave him a dollar to put under his plate. He asked me how come he was only giving his mom a dollar when everyone else was giving her ten? The little shit was smarter than I thought. I had to laugh so I took my dollar back and gave him a twenty. He smiled at me and said his mom would be happy. She would know she gave him better service than anyone else.

Then little Marti tapped me on the knee and said, "What about me? Mommy gave me good service too." That sweet little thing had me wrapped around her finger. I handed her a twenty also even though she had no idea how much it really was. She just knew she gave her mom a big tip just like her big brother Ben. I couldn't be outdone by the kids, so I left a fifty dollar bill under my plate. I didn't let Ben see it because he would just ask more questions.

We got up to leave and Ben said he wanted to wait till his mom seen her tip so I had another cup of coffee until Stacy came back out to clean up the tables. 

She looked at the kids who were grinning from ear to ear. "What's going on here?" she asked, looking at her kids. 

Ben yelled out, "I left you a tip, mommy," and Marti said she did too.

As Stacy started picking up the plates, she found ten dollar bills under each one. She asked me if it was for the meals because we were going to pay for their dinner. I told her that I had already paid Roy for the meals. The money on the table were her tips. She was getting teary eyed knowing each officer gave her ten dollars. That was more than the meal itself. She picked up Ben's plate and then Marti's and found each gave her twenty dollars. Ben told her it was for the great service. She was almost crying now as she hugged and kissed her two kids. She picked up mine and saw fifty dollars. I asked her if it warranted a hug and kiss also. She came around and give me a real kiss, one that I never expected. Then I got my big hug. I was at a loss for words. I told her I would take the kids home and we would start putting some of their things away.

Marie yelled over to Stacy and said the trouble makers didn't cause any trouble and left her a ten dollar tip. Stacy smiled back and said I just got a hundred and fifty dollars in tips from Charlie and his friends. Marie laughed and said Charlie didn't count. As I was walking out the door I heard Stacy say to Marie, "he counts to me."

Over the next few days we got the bedrooms set up. We had bunk beds for Ben and Marti. Ben of course wanted the top bunk. I already had a queen size bed in Stacy's room. All I had to do was empty the drawers and she set the room up to her own liking. Of course I didn't change anything in my room and I did have a king size bed. The house had two bathrooms. I told Stacy that she could put all her girlie stuff in the one and I would put my manly stuff in the other. Of course if anyone had to go they could use either restroom. I also had a half-bath down in the basement with an extra shower.

There was a little bit of tension in the house the first couple of days. Finally I called everyone into the living room and asked them to sit down. Marti asked if they did something wrong cause mommy told her to be quiet and not to bother me. She said she thought she was being good.

I looked at her and told her she did everything right only this was their house too. They were allowed to play and make noise and have fun. I wanted them to be themselves. If they got too loud or did something wrong I would tell them. I looked at little Marti and told her I wanted her to bother me. I told Ben I wanted him to keep asking questions. I wanted us to be kind of like a family. Ben smiled and said he was worried when I called the meeting that I was going to ask them to leave and he liked it there. He asked me if it was his house too, could we open the pool because he and Marti hardly ever went swimming. 

I told him that there were special rules with the pool and hot tub and they were never ever to go near it without me or their mommy with them or if we let them go with another adult. If they ever broke that rule, they would never be allowed to go in either one again. 

"Does that mean we are going to open the pool, Uncle Charlie?"

"Yes, Ben, you and I will open it sometime next week. Until then we will use the hot tub. Tonight we will all get in it." 

Of course they bugged me all day asking if it was time yet. So finally I told them to go get their bathing suits on. They came running out in their bathing suits and waited for me to get in first. I turned on the bubbles and Ben got in. I reached up for Marti and lifted her in. They were both able to sit on the top level and were screaming and having a great time. Ben kept yelling, "Come on, mom, hurry up, the water is warm."

Stacy came out with some towels for everyone and she had her terry cloth robe on. I told her to take off the robe and get in. She removed the robe and had on a two piece bathing suit. When she turned toward me I swear I got an instant hard on. I couldn't help it. She looked like a calendar girl. She asked me if she looked alright. She had no idea how beautiful she really was.

I told her the truth, that she looked great but she better not sit next to me at the moment. She smiled at me and I knew she knew. The kids, of course, jumped all over their mom and were telling her how great it was living here. It was really great for me too. 

The next day I called my daughter Kim. I told her I had rented out the house and had roommates now. She was really happy for me and asked who the guy was. I told her it was a woman. She screamed out, "What? You had a woman move in with you, dad? Dad, are you sure about this?"

"Kim! Yes, I'm sure. She and her kids were living in the projects and I became friends with her. You know the kind of people who live up there. She needed a better place to raise her kids. She is a waitress at Roy's Diner. So I have this big house and am all alone and now I'm not alone anymore."

"Dad, I don't know about this. How old is this woman?'

"She's twenty-five and the kids are seven and five.."

"My God, dad, have you gone mad? She's younger than me. She probably just wants to take you to the cleaners. Dad, I think this is a big mistake."

"Kim, I'm a grown man of sixty. I do have all my faculties. You haven't even met her yet and you're knocking her. She is a wonderful person and now lives here with her kids. Give her a chance, for Pete's sake."

"Dad, what would mom think?"

"Kim, your mom is dead. I loved her to the end. She doesn't think anymore. Now I will think for myself. Stacy is a wonderful person. Give her a chance before you start hating her. You haven't even met her yet, for Christ's sake."

"I'm sorry, dad, it was just such a big surprise. Will you promise me that you will talk to me first before you hit me with any other big surprises?"

I knew what she was getting at. She was afraid I might get married. So I told her I would think about it, then said bye and hung up. I knew the phone calls were being made then. The other three kids would be calling within the hour.

For the next two hours I was on the phone talking with my kids. You would have thought I had lost all control of my faculties by listening to the kids. I think I got them all settled down for the time being. I'm glad Stacy was at work at the time. I wouldn't want her to hear all the bickering. When Stacy got home she looked worn out. I told her to change into her swimsuit and get in the hot tub and relax. She even thought that was a good idea.

I knew something didn't go right today. As we all got in the hot tub I asked Stacy if she wanted to talk about it. She said she didn't have a choice. First she said she had to find a new babysitter. Her mom had found a new boyfriend and wanted to spend more time with him. Second thing she mentioned was that she got a visit from my daughter Kim. I asked her how it went.

She told me she felt like she was under interrogation. She acted as nice as she could but might have gotten a little testy. She said she knew where Kim was coming from not knowing anything about her and her just moving in without us telling anyone. Stacy said she wasn't sure if Kim liked her or not.

That's when I told Stacy, "I called Kim and told her about my new roomie and I knew she would call the other kids. They probably asked Kim to go meet you since she lives the closest. Stacy, I don't care what they think. This is your home now and they will just have to live with it."

She give me a light kiss on the cheek and then got lower in the bubbles to relax.. After about a half hour we all got out of the hot tub and as I got dressed Stacy put on some mac and cheese and a few hot dogs. I told her I had a solution to the babysitting. She was all ears and wondered what I came up with.

"Me," I said. "I'll watch the kids. It's summertime now and we can go out and do things. Ben and I are going to open the pool starting tomorrow and we can all enjoy that. In a couple of months the kids will be in school and so you can send them off to school before work and I'll be there for them when they get off."

"Why are you doing all this for me, Charlie? You never even knew me till a few months ago?"

"Listen, do you like my plan or not? I'm not going to push my services on you."

"Yes, Charlie, I like your plan a lot but you never answered my question. Why are you doing all this?"

"I think I'm in love with you, Stacy. I don't expect you to love me back and I don't expect anything special from you. Just know that having you and the kids around makes me happy. I would prefer not to talk about it now. Call your mom tonight and tell her you found a new sitter."

Over the next few days the kids and I were having a ball opening up the pool. We bought them floats and life jackets. It was wonderful to see how happy they were. Every evening when Stacy came home they told her how much fun it was to live there and have Uncle Charlie play with them and take them places. 

One night Stacy came home almost crying. I asked her what happened and she told me her new world was collapsing around her. I told her, "My God, Stacy, talk to me. I'm here to help you."

She said that Marti's dad, a guy named Erick, showed up at the restaurant at closing. He said he was back and she could either give him $10,000 dollars or he was going to get at least part-time custody of Marti. She knew he didn't want Marti but he sure could cause her a lot of trouble and most courts would grant him visiting rights. She said she told him that she would ask for back child support hoping he would back off. He told her to go ahead and take him to court. She told me she didn't want the drug dealing son-of-a-bitch around her kids but wasn't sure what she should do.

She said that he wanted her to meet him at the corner bar the next night with her answer. She could bring his daughter along so he could see her. Then Stacy started crying.

I told her to not worry about it. She should stay home with her kids the next night and I would deal with Mr. Prick. She told me to watch it because Erick was a bad person and she didn't want to see me get hurt.

I smiled at her and explained to her that I spent a lifetime of dealing with people like Erick and I would be all right. I told her I had to go out for awhile but not to worry. I had to get my plan in order.

I went to see a couple of friends, one a lawyer and the other a bounty hunter. I was getting ready to meet the bad ass Erick.

Chapter 3

I showed up the next evening with my lawyer John and Bruno ... yes that's his real name ... a bounty hunter. We saw a cocky guy sitting in a booth and walked over to him. "Are you Erick?" I asked?

"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" was his reply.

"Just call me Santa since I brought you money." I opened the bag and showed him some of the money. John and I sat down across from him and Bruno being 6'6" 300 lbs sat in a chair at a table next to us. I ordered us a round of beers and then started my conversation with Mr. Prick.

"We are here on behalf of Stacy. She said that you would get out of her life for ten thousand dollars. Is that true?"

"Yeah, man, you got the ten grand?"

"As a matter of fact I do but I have a counter offer. Stacy wants to make sure you never return so I have an offer for you. I will give you twenty grand if you sign this waver saying you will give up all parental rights to Marti and that you will never approach Stacy or Marti ever again. Are you willing to sign this form? Or we can start court proceedings. This is John, my attorney. We are ready to complete the contract right now. If we leave this table, it will be a court action. This offer will expire in five minutes."

"Wait, man. If I sign away my rights to Marti, you will give me twenty grand and I will never have to pay child support?"

"That's right. All I need is your signature on this form."

"Where do I sign?" he signed the paper and I told John his job was over and to go take care of the legal work. He didn't want to be there for the rest of the deal. So John took the forms and left.

Erick asked, "What's going on? I signed your damn form, now give me my money."

"Well, Mr. Prick, I'm a retired cop and there is no way I can let a blackmailer like you off that easy. If you leave now without the money, you may have a chance to live. If you take the twenty grand, Bruno is a bounty hunter and he will be given ten grand to try and change your mind. Bruno will give you a twenty minute head start. The choice is now yours."

Erick was now scared as hell. He knew he was in big trouble. He jumped up without taking any money and ran out the door. I gave Bruno a sack of money which was ten grand and told him I didn't care what he did. I didn't even want to know. He needed to convince Erick to never bother Stacy or Marti again. Bruno got up, shook my hand and said it was good doing business with me. Erick would be convinced to stay clear of Stacy.

When I got home I was smiling and it made Stacy feel better. I told her that I had a talk with Erick and she would never see him again. He was leaving town and would be gone forever. I told her I was getting in the hot tub to relax. Marti asked if she could get in with me. I could never refuse her anything. She was becoming my pride and joy and we weren't even related. Of course Ben was ready to get in also. I looked up and saw Stacy in her robe and knew she was coming in too.

This time when we all got in Stacy sat next to me. I told her that just looking at her was making me hard. I couldn't believe it when she reached over under the bubbles and felt my cock and agreed that it was. Then she sat closer to me. We all got out after about a half hour. Stacy dried the kids off and put them to bed. I shut off the tub and lights and headed for my room. I was lying there nude under the sheet thinking about Stacy when there was a light tap on my door. 

I said, "Come in," and it was Stacy still in her robe.

She was standing by the door when she said, "Charlie, did you mean it when you said you loved me?"

"Yes, Stacy, I have loved you for a very long time."

"Charlie, then why haven't you ever tried to make a pass at me, a kiss or pat on the butt or something?"

"I was afraid, Stacy. I'm an old guy and you are a beautiful young lady. If I tried anything, which I've always wanted to, I was afraid of rejection. If you said, "No," I was afraid you would feel uncomfortable with me and would move out."

"Charlie, can I lie down with you now?" I pulled the sheet open and she slipped off her robe and slid in next to me. She was naked under the robe. She turned to me, lay her head on my shoulder, her arm across my chest and we just cuddled for a few minutes.




The Waitress



"Charlie, when was the last time you were with a woman?"

"I went out with a few older ladies since my wife's death but the sex was nothing. I know they meant well but I guess it lacked feeling or need. Something was missing. What about you?"

"Well, I dated a few guys after Marti was born. I never had sex with any of them. Charlie, I know this is going to be hard for you to believe but it's the truth. I wanted love and companionship. I wanted a father for my kids but I couldn't find it out there. I know I'm a pretty woman and can have most any guy for a ride in the hay. Charlie, they all just want the sex and I wouldn't do it. Believe me when I say a really ugly woman who gives out will have a date before a good looking woman who doesn't."

"Charlie, I have two great kids that mean everything to me. I want to be held and made loved to also. It's hard, Charlie, it's really hard. Maybe some of those dates I went on would have worked out, I'll never know because I can't just sleep with a guy hoping he might be the one."

"Why are you with me now, Stacy? I'm just an old guy who's in love with you."

"Charlie, the age means nothing to me. I've loved you ever since I saw you with my kids. I could tell you wanted more than just to get in my pants. Yes, Charlie, I could tell that too. My feelings for you began to grow. You helped me and the kids and didn't pre-judge us because of our past. You became a true friend to all of us and did the kind of things that a person who loves another does. Do I wish you were younger? Of course but only so we could spend more years together. Tonight I want you, Charlie. Make that I need you, Charlie. I need to be held and made sensuous love to. In one sentence, Charlie, I need to be wanted by someone who truly loves me for me, not just my body."

I took her in my arms and kissed her lightly. I knew all that was hard for her to say. I kissed the tears that were running down her cheeks. I began to slowly caress her breasts, rubbing her nipples and then gently kissing them. I slid my hand down between her legs as she slowly spread them for me. I put my hand on her mound and curled my fingers over into her valley and into her wet sex. Right then I knew she was giving herself completely to me. It was a night of love that neither of us would ever forget.

The next morning Marti came looking for her mother. She asked why she was sleeping with her Uncle Charlie. 

Stacy just told her that she loved Uncle Charlie and wanted to be with him. I was laying there slightly embarrassed holding the sheet over my nude body. 

Marti told her mother that she loved me too. Stacy go up and slipped on her robe and took Marti to her room to give me some privacy. When she got to the door she looked back at me and said, "Charlie, that was the most sensuous and wonderful night of my life," and walked out the door.

I quickly got up and got dressed. I had some thinking to do. It was Saturday and Stacy and I promised the kids we would take them to the zoo. I had to make a major decision whether to ask Stacy to marry me. Then should I ask or even tell my kids. 

I decided to let them have their say. The following week I called all my kids and told them I had asked Stacy to marry me. On Saturday I was willing to let them all voice their opinions. So if they had anything to say they should be there. I asked Barb my eldest daughter if she would bring her daughter as a life guard and I would pay her to watch Ben and Marti while they went swimming. I loved my grandchildren but hardly ever saw then since they were teenagers or even older and lived a distance away.

Saturday came and the tensions were running high. Kim was the only one of my four kids to ever meet Stacy. Mark, my oldest son and his wife came in and greeted me. Then my younger son Mike and his wife came in. Barb and her husband pulled into the drive and their daughter Becky was with them to watch Ben and Marti at the pool while everyone spoke their piece. Stacy was getting the kids swim trunks on and then came into the kitchen where the discussion was going to take place. When Stacy came into the room Mark looked at her and by impulse said, "Holy Shit" and immediately received an elbow to his ribs from his wife. Stacy introduced herself to everyone. I think all the men were shocked when they saw her. I don't think she was what anyone expected.

Ben was his usual self and said, "Hi, everybody. My name is Ben and this is my little sister Marti. It's nice to meet all of you. Me and Marti gotta go now. We get to go swimming while you guys talk. Mom said not to bother you guys cause it's very important so me and Marti will see you later." 

Becky, my granddaughter, had to laugh at how forward Ben was and how his little sister just followed him. She told Ben that she was the life guard and he had to listen to her. Of course he said yes he would listen cause if he didn't Uncle Charlie wouldn't let them swim anymore. That was one of the rules. I could tell my kids were really impressed with Stacy's kids behavior.

I said. "Well, gang, here comes Kim just in time, lets get started." I told them I would speak first. Stacy was sitting next to me. 

"I asked Stacy to marry me. I love her and she loves me. Whether you want to believe it or not that's up to you. The only reason you are all here today is because Stacy said we should get your opinions. To be honest with you I really don't care what you think but I am willing to listen. Stacy said she wouldn't marry me without all of your blessings. She doesn't want our family at odds. She's willing to live here but not be married if you guys are against it."

"What we decided to do is Stacy will go out with the kids for awhile while we talk. Then I'll go out and she'll talk to you."

Stacy went outside to watch the kids.

Kim spoke first. "Dad, she's so young. I talked to her and believe it or not I like her but, Dad, she's only twenty-five."

Mark said, "Dad, it's your life. Maybe you will live ten years, maybe thirty. All I want is for you to be happy. If she makes you happy, then go for it. I sure would," as his wife elbowed him again. He looked at his wife and told her, "Stop elbowing me. Stacy is a good looking woman and I'm trying to be honest here. I love you, Brenda, that's why I married you. I know how happy you make me when you're not elbowing me and if Dad can have a little of that happiness then I say go for it." Brenda apologized to Mark and kissed him.

Barb spoke next. "Dad, are you sure, really sure? Stacy seems nice enough but we hardly know her. I know mom's been gone for two years and you haven't even got her stuff sorted out. What about all of mom's personal belongings that were promised to us. Will we still get them or will Stacy?"

"Barb, Stacy will tell you about that stuff in a few minutes when you talk to her. She doesn't want what belongs to all of you."

"Do you have a pre-nuptial agreement, Dad, in case it doesn't work out or you should die early?" asked Kim.

'Yes, I do. Stacy will show it to you. I didn't think it was necessary but Stacy said she wanted one so you guys would feel protected. I never discussed my net worth with any of you but I will tell you that it is at least in the six digit category, by now maybe even seven. Stacy has no idea either." 

"You see, she is worried about you guys too. I have a will. You are all in it and well taken care of. In fact Stacy suggested I make it a living will and let you all have the bulk of your inheritance now. I told her I would think about it. Mike, you haven't said anything. What's your opinion.?"

"Before I say anything about this I have to tell Carla that I love her and I don't want an elbow either. Dad, Stacy is beautiful and her kids are well behaved. You've lived a good but at times rough life. We all know that mom cheated on you a few years back and you did your best to get the family back together. You have a good head on your shoulders and always made good decisions. You took care of us and now deserved your own life. If that life includes Stacy and her kids, you have my blessing."

"Okay, gang, I'll go out because Stacy wanted to talk to you alone. Just remember, I really do love her. She isn't replacing your mother. She is a new person in my life." With that said, I went out and kissed Stacy before she went in.

As Stacy walked in Barb spoke first. "Why Dad? What's so special about him?"

"Barb, I grew up in really bad areas. I lived with distrust of people my whole life, including my mother and father. Your dad was the first person to treat me like a person. He didn't pre-judge me because of my background, even after I explained it to him. He didn't treat me like I was a piece of meat because I was pretty. I know you women can relate to that. I slowly began to fall for him. I can't help it that he's older or that I'm younger."

"But he might only live ten or fifteen years," replied Barb.

"Barb, the only way I can reply to that is that if you love your husband, would you want to spend the next ten or fifteen years with him or without him? Any of us can be taken at anytime."

Kim spoke, "Hi, Stacy, nice to see you again. Dad said something about mom's personal stuff. Do you get it or are you going to pass it down to the family?"

"Your mom was a smart person. She gave your dad an itemized list of what goes to who after her passing. Your dad has always put off doing the sorting of your mother's things. Some of it is really valuable. Your dad and I sat down and separated everything your mom had and who she wanted it to go to. I have a copy of all the items for each of you. It is all sorted and put in boxes in the den. You can take it all with you when you leave tonight. Her clothing is in separate boxes. Needless to say none of it would even fit me. You are all welcome to go through it and see if there is anything that is usable for you or anyone in your family."

"Barb, your mom left a note that said to give you all her remaining clothes and you could use it for your church's clothes shelter. Also she gave each one of you a valuable piece of jewelry. Barb, she gave you her diamond necklace. Kim, you get her wedding rings. She also left stuff for her grandchildren and daughters. When you see the list you will see that I took nothing."

Kim spoke again: "Dad said you asked for a pre-nuptial agreement. Can we see it?"

"Yes, Kim, here it is. Your dad went to the lawyer and had it drawn up."

"I'm reading it," Kim said, "and he says he didn't want a pre-nuptial but that if he should die or you should leave him that you will get the house and all the furnishings. All savings and retirements will belong to him or, in case of death, passed on as stated in his will. Stacy, according to this, if you leave Dad, he is still giving you the house and everything in it." 

"The reason he wrote that is that he knows I will never ever leave him. It's just something special that we have. I can't explain it. I knew it would bother you so I went to the lawyer and had this drawn up. Your dad doesn't know anything about it and I ask you never to tell him."

"It says, that at anytime in the next fifteen years if Charles and Stacy divorce or Charles dies that all property owned by said Charles will go to his kids of record at date of death. Stacy will have the right to rent the house at a rental price equal to rental values at said time."

"I put that last clause in for my kids. If Charles should die in the next fifteen years I want my kids to have a home. I'm willing to pay for it. I would get Charles's pension. I would see that the rent payments were made from it. You see, Kim, I love your dad but don't want to take anything away from his kids. I am giving you both copies of the pre-nuptial agreement I set up. Once your father and I are married, all you have to do is take that agreement that I gave you to the attorney and the agreement will be automatically valid and in force."

"Now it's up to your family here to let your dad know if he has your blessings to marry me. I know your father wants to get married regardless of your opinion. I won't. If there is one of you who doesn't think we should marry, then it won't happen. I will live here with him as long as he will have me because I love him and for the sake of my kids. Thank you all for at least listening to what I had to say."

We all said our goodbyes and they all wanted to talk with each other. I wondered exactly what Stacy had said to them. She told me we would find out soon enough.

On Monday Kim watched Ben and Marti for me while I went to the restaurant. Actually she went to the restaurant herself with the kids in her car. She wanted to see Stacy's reaction. 

I arrived on a police horse. Everyone at the restaurant came to the windows or the door. I got off the mount and Stacy was standing there. She had tears in her eyes when I told her the police department only had brown horses. She always said she wanted her prince to come up on a white horse. I handed her a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, and had a broom in my hand. I told her it was to sweep her off her feet as I knelt down and said, "Stacy, will you marry me?"

She burst out in full-fledged tears and said, "Of course I'll marry you." 

My daughter Kim was crying too. She knew now that my love for Stacy and Stacy's love for me was real.

Chapter 4

It looked like it was finally going to happen. My daughters Kim and Barb came up to me and said that they were supposed to have a 40th anniversary party for us this year. Since mom died they wanted to plan a wedding party along with Stacy now instead. They said all I was allowed to do was name my best man and they were all going to do the rest only I had to pay for it. Then they came out with the "You have to trust us, Dad, please."

I told them all okay and Roy from the diner would be my best man. I told them if it wasn't for Roy I would never had met Stacy.

Kim and Stacy did most of the running around. They became best friends. I remember them saying that when they went to look for a wedding dress the clerk asked if they were sisters and Kim told the lady that Stacy was her mom. That's how well they got along.

I remember Stacy telling me about her getting ready and my daughter was helping her. She needed to wear something new, which was no problem. She had her new undies and of course her new wedding dress.

She said she needed something old which wasn't a problem either. She said most everything she wore was old and she picked some hair clips that her mom had given her years before. 

When it came to something borrowed she had a problem. She wasn't sure who she could borrow something from that would go with her gown. Barb came out and loaned her the diamond necklace that her mom had passed down to her. Stacy had tears in her eyes knowing that the necklace was Barbs acceptance of her into the family.

Something blue, created a problem also for a woman dressed in white. Carla, Mikes wife handed her a pair of blue garters and told all the girls "Don't even ask." They had a Victoria's Secret emblem on them. Carla laughed and told Stacy that Mike shouldn't see them anyway. Then all the girls laughed together.

On the day of the wedding I was a nervous wreck. They ended up having it at a church and any police officer who wasn't on duty was there, as well as all the retired officers. Roy stood up front with me in our tuxedos ... yep the girls went all out. As the music started, all my kids were in the wedding party. I honestly had no idea. Both of my sons came down the aisle with their wives and my daughters with their husbands.

Stacy's mom even showed up as well as her half-sister. Then I looked up and saw Ben as ring bearer. Following him as usual was Marti with a basket throwing rose petals. 

Instead of going over to the women's side Marti walked right up to me and said, "Uncle Charlie, mommy's getting married." 

I smiled at her and told her that I knew. She smiled at me and walked over next to Kim. Everyone was laughing - as I said, she had me wrapped around her little finger.

The music 'Here comes the bride' started and there stood Stacy in a white gown, looking like an angel. She later told me she didn't think she should have worn white but that my daughters insisted on it. I have to say I've never seen a more beautiful woman as her half-brother walked her down the aisle. Everyone in the wedding party as well as Stacy's mother were crying with tears of joy. There was no one with more tears than me, unless it was Stacy.

When the preacher said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," I kissed her and everyone cheered. I watched Stacy glance at Kim as she produced two pieces of paper that she was holding and ripped them into a million pieces which she used as confetti. Stacy never told me what those papers were. It was a secret between Kim and her.

Epilog:

The reception was a big success and Stacy and I went on a honeymoon for a few days. We didn't tell anyone where we were going because we wanted to make sure we were alone. After returning we took Ben and Marti to Disney World for five days.

Stacy now only works part time during the lunch hours at the diner. She gets great tips and nobody messes with her. Roy told me that half the police force eats there regularly thanks to me and Stacy. As far as Ben and Marti, I adopted them both. I'm no more Uncle Charley but now I'm Daddy all over again. We were going to give the kids separate room but they said for now they liked the bunk beds. As for my king size bed, it gets a lot of use. Life is Good.

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Hope you enjoyed my story

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DG Hear.



The Waitress



Her name was Betty. Brown hair, grey eyes, divorced. She had two sons, one eighteen and one nineteen. She had been working at Mike's Wilderness Café just off the I-84 freeway in southern Idaho for five years. Waitresses usually didn't last that long at Mike's but she was exceptional. She worked very hard, had an almost photographic memory and, as a result, had the entire menu stored in her head. She had bought a small house on the outskirts of town. She had an almost new GMC 4wd pickup. She got the truck so she could hunt and fish with her sons. 

Just about every weekend when homework was done, they would get in the big GMC and head for one of the many lakes or streams in the area. She had been a big NASCAR fan back home in South Carolina, but had given it up when she moved to Idaho to get away from her abusive ex.

Fall was upon them with the attendant cool weather. She knew that snow would soon be there. That would spell the end of fishing season and the start of deer season. Every year either she or one of her sons would bag a deer and they would be set for meat for most of the winter. Sometimes two of them or, on rare occasions all three of them would get a deer. They would share the extra meat with the old woman who lived next door.

She and her kids were tough, strong people. She would almost bet she could kick her ex's ass. She didn't want to test that theory because she didn't want him to find her. As fall wore into winter, the roads got icy and slick. Snow was falling in early October. The cafe was five miles away if she took the old shortcut, which she did most of the winter. The 4wd allowed her to take the old road in all but the worst weather. She had never missed a day's work. She had never even been late, a real accomplishment considering the locale.

October 29 she jumped in her pickup and headed for the café. Two miles up the road, the pickup suddenly skidded on the frozen ground and rolled over the bank and down the slope. She tried to get out, but her legs were mashed up under the dash board. It was snowing hard and she cursed under her breath for not taking the highway. 

Mike looked up from his coffee expecting to see Betty coming through the door at any minute. Time ticked on as he watched the road for some sign of her. Late was not in her vocabulary. An hour later, Mike was really worried. He called the state patrol and told them of his problem. "We'll send someone out right away," the dispatcher promised. The patrol car arrived 30 minutes later.

"Is she here yet?" the officer asked as he came through the door.

"No she isn't," said Mike. "She's never been late before. I called her house but nobody answered. Her boys are in school so if she's not here she should be home."

"I'll see if I can find her," said the patrolman. "Which way does she take?"

Mike pointed at the old road. The officer swore and started down it slowly. It took him and hour to spot the truck. He bailed out of his car and slid down the slope. "Are you Okay?" he asked when he saw Betty.

"I can't move my legs. They're caught under the dash."

"I'll have to radio for help," the officer told her.

"Alright, just don't leave me," Betty begged.

"I'll be right here with you until help arrives," promised the officer.

It took another hour and a half for the rescue group to arrive and another hour to pry Betty out of the truck. By then, Betty was half frozen and shaking badly. "My boys will be home in an hour. Please have someone bring them to me," she asked.

"Sure thing, sweetheart. Now you just relax. There will be a nice warm helicopter waiting for you at the café," he promised. He helped load Betty, crushed legs and all, into the emergency vehicle and they started up the road to the café. When they got there, the helicopter was waiting so they loaded her into the chopper and headed for the nearest hospital.

The boys were surprised to see a patrol car waiting in front of their house. "Uh oh, this can't be good," said John, at nineteen, he was a year older than his brother and attended a community college.

"Sorry to tell you that your mom's in the hospital. Come with me," the officer said.

It was an hour by road to the hospital. When they got there, the emergency room nurse told them that their mother was in intensive care.

"Can we see her?" they chorused.

"Not yet. We have to stabilize her first. She's got some crushed bones and she's lost a lot of blood. We'll keep you informed."

Two days later they finally got to see her. She looked like death warmed over. Several pipes were coming from places on her that didn't used to have holes.

She looked at them. "Looks like I'll miss deer season," she quipped.

"Oh mom," said Jimmy, the youngest, a senior in high school, "we'll get 'em for you." And he started to cry.

"Don't do that, honey; I'll be out of here in no time."

'No time' turned out to be six weeks. The boys had received the insurance money for the truck and had bought her a new one. They reported to the hospital at the assigned date and got a briefing from her doctors who told them how to care for her and what must be done so she could quickly recover. They eventually got her into the truck. Both of her legs were in casts, but she was fine, otherwise.

John read the instructions from the doctor. She had to have a sponge bath at least twice a day. She was not to try to walk for at least a month at which time they would bring her back to the hospital for evaluation.

"Sounds easy enough," declared John.

Getting her into the house was a bit of a struggle, but they managed. They had fixed up the front room for her. That way, she had the telephone and the TV.

Four hours later, John said, "Time for your sponge bath."

"Oh crap," she thought, "I hadn't thought about that."

John and Jimmy came into the room with a big bucket of hot water and enough towels to soak up the Pacific Ocean.

"What are you guys up to?" she asked.

"We're gonna give you a sponge bath," said John.

"Oh, no! I can bathe myself."

"No you can't," said Jimmy. "The doctor gave us explicit instructions on how to keep from hurting you and we're gonna do it. There is no way for you to do this by yourself. Get over it!"

"Mom, you know we love you and want to see you get well as soon as possible. If you just can't stand the thought of people who love you helping you, I can always take you back to the hospital." John declared.

"I've had enough hospital to last me a life time. Okay, you guys, but please take it easy."

"First, the clothes," said John.

They totally divested her of her clothing.

"Now the towels," said Jimmy.

They packed some of the towels loosely around her, picked up their wash rags and started scrubbing.

She was really embarrassed at first, but as her boys scrubbed her clean, she actually started to enjoy it.

They rubbed industriously away on her back, arms and chest, apparently paying no attention to her breasts. They got washed too. John rolled her over half way while Jimmy washed and dried her back. Moving her gently back into her sitting position, the boys dried her completely and took the towels away. Then they brought her some fresh clothes, but no underwear. 

"Where's the undies?" she choked.

"It's too complicated getting them on and off of you. We're just country boys, ya know," said John

Later as Betty thought about the sponge bath, she realized that she had really enjoyed it and had, in fact, been a little turned on by her boys' gentle attention. She knew it wasn't right, but she couldn't deny her feelings.

The next morning the boys were off to school. They had left her a bed pan with instructions on how to use it. They also left her some snacks and sodas in a cooler she could reach. Her lower legs were almost severed and were severely crushed in the accident. She was lucky they didn't have to amputate them. She didn't dare do any experimenting yet. They hurt all the time and she had a lot of pain medication to help her over the rough spots. Half way through the day, she realized that she was bored to tears with day time TV. She was still bored when her boys got home.

"Have any trouble with the potty?" John asked.

"No, but I've pretty much filled it up."

"No problem, "John remarked as he headed toward the bathroom with it. After he emptied it, he took it out to the shed and washed it clean.

"Okay mom, the question now is how did you clean yourself when you finished?" John inquired.

"Well I used a little toilet paper." she answered.

"I better check," said John as he headed for the bathroom.

He returned a minute later with a warm wet cloth and a towel.

"What are you going to do with that?" she asked in a panicky voice.

"I'm going to make sure you are clean. Jimmy, come here and help me lift mom son we can clean her."

"Whoa, cowboy," she gasped, "You aren't seriously thinking about wiping my rear end and other places, are you?"

"Yup, that's something you're going to have to get used to if you want to stay out of the hospital."

"Will you have to look at it?" she whined.

"How else am I gonna know if it's clean?" John asked. "I guess I could shut my eyes and smell it!"

"Oh, no, go ahead and look at it. We won't do the smelling thing unless I pass out."

"Okay mom. Jimmy let's lift her up so I can clean her ear end."

Jimmy lifted her easily and John got down on his knees and swabbed off her nether regions. He took a towel and dried her off. She had to admit that she felt a lot better after that. She also had to admit that she was turned on by her sons' attention. She was now looking forward to her sponge bath. She was astonished at the easy strength of her youngest son. 

Later that evening, it was time for her bath. She readily allowed her boys to undress her and wash her off. She spread her legs wide this time so John could get her really clean. She started to squirm and moan a little as John was drying off her pussy. "Feel good mom?" he asked.

Without thinking, she whispered, "Oh yes!"

John rubbed her some more. She moaned some more. "No, we can't allow this, John dear." She said quietly.

"Allow what, mom?" he inquired.

"You don't know what you're doing to me. I haven't been with a man in several years and what you're doing to me is something I...............oh John!"

"Sorry, mom," said John.

The boys put her clothes back on her. She was really rattled by the experience and she knew that it would get worse as winter closed in on them.

The boys had brought her some videos so she wouldn't get so bored during the day. John, who was studying electronics, rigged up and extension so the VCR was right beside her. "There's everything a beautiful mom could want," he opined.

"Yeah, well, maybe not everything, but close. Thank you," she answered.

"If there is anything you need, mom, just let one of us know and we'll get it for you."

Christmas was closing in fast. She regretted not giving her boys something for the holiday.

"Christmas is coming, mom," Jimmy observed.

"I'm so sorry I can't get you boys anything for Christmas," she almost cried.

"Mom, you are all we want for Christmas. We don't need a present to know that you love us. We're going to do something special for you though."

"What are you guys up to?"

"We can't tell you yet. But we'll let you know on Christmas eve."

One day faded into the next. Her only bright spots were her twice daily sponge baths. She wondered what she was going to do after she learned to walk again. She read a lot, mostly Harlequin novels. She tried to play with herself but remembered that she would leave a tell-tale spot on the sofa. John was getting more aggressive with the sponge baths. She figured that if Jimmy weren't there, John might try to get her off. She wasn't totally against it since she was really horny.

Christmas eve arrived. Her boys sat and talked with her for several hours. Then Jimmy said, "Goodnight mom." He wandered off to bed.

As soon as John was sure he was asleep, he approached his mother. "Mom, we know that you are having a really tough time of it and we want to help you in all possible ways. I know that you have been getting certain 'feelings' when we give you your sponge baths. The fragrance of your pussy is a dead give away. Jimmy went to bed because he lost the coin toss. I am the winner and now I am going to show you how much we both love you."

"First of all, where did you learn that kind of language? Second, just exactly do you think you are going to do?"

John slid onto the sofa beside her. "I am going to make love to you mom. I love you more than life itself. I don't want to marry you or any of that dramatic stuff. I just want to be with you and love you." He put his hand on her thigh and looked deeply into her eyes.

She could see the sincerity in his eyes. She realized that she loved him too. It wasn't like this whole thing came as a big surprise to her. She had kind of been expecting something like this to happen. "John my needs are great. I thought you would have made your move before this. I love you, too, son and I would be proud to be with you in that way. Have you ever done this before?"

"Yes mom. It isn't possible to avoid all the wild Idaho mountain girls, so I've done it a few times. But that was about sex. This is about love." With that he reached for her breast and she bared it for him. He suckled at her nipple causing her to moan. He removed her clothes. She lay before him naked. John dropped his pants and took off his shirt.

Her eyes went to the large bulge in his briefs. When had he gotten this big? The last time she had seen his cock it was only three inches long. Now, as he dropped his briefs, she could see that he had taken on manly proportions. She estimated that he was at least 7" long and very wide. She stared at it. She hadn't seen any cocks in a long, long time.

He sat down again and started massaging her thighs, slowly working his way up to her twat. He spread her legs wide apart, got down on his knees in front of her and lowered his lips to her vagina. Licking her from bottom to top, he was nibbling her cunt lips. She was thrashing around and whimpering. His lips closed around her clit. Sucking gently he started stroking her clit with his tongue.

She couldn't believe how good this felt. She moaned louder and he increased the speed of his stimulation.

He tenderly but firmly restrained her legs so she wouldn't hurt herself. She was really wet. No more games. The time had come. He slid her over to the edge of the sofa. "Are you ready mom?" he asked quietly..

"Oh god yes! Do it now!" she screamed as she squeezed his dick. It was hard enough to break beer bottles with. She guided him into her waiting vagina.

He slid it into her all the way on the first stroke. She was tight from neglect, but she was really juicy and he easily entered her. Stroking at a slow pace, he looked into her eyes and saw the love and lust reflected in them. "I love you, mom."

"I love you too John. Don't stop. Keep fucking me."

John had never heard her use that kind of language before but her knew that it was the language of love. "I'll always love you," he whispered and increased his speed.

She was getting into it now. "Deeper, faster, deeper, faster, OOOHHHH!"

John knew she was ready to cum. Her pussy tightened around his cock and she was bucking hard. "Oh my god!" she cried as she came all over her son's cock.

He could hold off no longer and shot a large load into her trembling vagina.

"You might be a daddy soon," she commented, "I am completely unprotected. What are you going to do if you have fathered a child tonight?"

"I'll stay with you, of course," was his simple answer.

"And how long would you stay with me?"

"I'm no quitter. I would stay with you until you threw me out." 

His cock slipped out of his mom. He went to the bathroom and got a washrag and started cleaning her up. Every time he rubbed her pussy, she trembled. He knew she wanted more.

"Do you want to do it again mom?" he shyly asked.

"I'm no quitter, either. Let's do it one more time and then we'll go to sleep."

His cock was rock hard again. 

She marveled at his recovery powers as he once again licked her freshly fucked pussy. She moaned and started to wriggle about. He sucked her clit into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. "I can't wait to try this when I'm not in a cast," she thought. He was kissing her now and she swallowed his tongue. She could taste herself on his lips. "Now," she begged, "do it now!"

He crawled in between her legs and inserted his dick in her waiting vagina. 

"Do it fast and hard," she told him.

He slammed into her as hard as he could without hurting her legs. Her breathing got irregular and she was panting hard. He felt her pussy massage his dick as she came on him in a shower of girl juice. He wasn't far behind and again filled her with his young, potent sperm. 

As she came down, she murmured, "In a way, I hope I am pregnant."

John smiled at her. "I hope you are too."

Winter gave way to spring and in April she was free of the hated casts. She smiled at John on the way home from the doctor's office. "No more sponge baths," she said with a gleam in her eyes. "Now you'll have to wash me in the shower."

A broad smile was on John's face. He had something to look forward to, after all.



The Waitress



Although the person and place are real the rest is a fantasy.



I've known Kathy for over 10 years, well not really known her personally, but rather as a casual acquaintance for the most of those years. I really haven't gotten to know much more than her name until the past 2 – 3 years. 

There's this small town, by small I mean less than 400 people, where there's a little restaurant where I often stop for breakfast or lunch. For the first many years it would only be once every month or two but for the past years it's been almost every week. I stop more frequently now since I have to travel through this little town to check in on one of my investment properties that's about an hour up the road from there.

However, back to Kathy and how we got to where we are today. The very first time I went into this little place to get some food the main attraction was Kathy. Well it wasn't her so much that got my attention at first but when she walked away from me after taking my order it was a delight to watch.

She just had the nicest shaped ass I had ever seen! She's quite a thin women, I'm sure about a size 4 jeans and 32A bra, but her ass is that shape so many of us can spend hours admiring. How can I describe it? It looks much like an upside down Valentines heart or two halves of a peach? Definitely not big, not drooping, and not sticking out, but just sweet, very nice. 

That didn't really mean much to me until recently but every time I stopped in to get some food I always enjoyed the view but never did anything more about it until a couple of years ago. Since I had become a regular customer she'd started to call me by name and was always happy to wait on my table 

Over the years I'd seen her age but her ass always looked great and looked to still be nice and tight. One year I'd seen her with a black eye, a few weeks later she'd taken off her wedding ring and then told me about her divorce and the difficulty of raising young teenagers.

Things changed about a year ago when she was cleaning off the dirty dishes at the table next to where I was sitting and as she was bending over to wipe off the table she realized that her ass was pointing right at me. She stood up and muttered some kind of apology about her posture but before she could say much more I blurted out something like "don't worry I could look at your ass all day."

That made her blush even more and I thought that for sure I had offended her and she would think of me as some kind of perverted jerk. However, the next time I came in for lunch she greeted me like nothing had ever happened and our usual banter went on as it always had. 

But over the next several visits to the restaurant I did notice one big change. Every time I was seated at a table Kathy would seem to make an effort to face away from me and bend over while cleaning up the next table, and even while serving food or coffee to the other table.

It wasn't too many weeks later that I decided to raise the stakes a bit and after she left the tab for the meal on my table I wrote on the back "Thanks, Nice Ass!" and left the cash and her tip on the table as I usually do.

The next week when I came in she seemed to be a little bit flustered but when she came to my table with coffee the first thing she said was "Thanks, and do you really think so?" Since the place was pretty empty I told her that I'd noticed her ass the very first time I'd come into the place and it was one of the reasons that I enjoyed coming back every week.

Needless to say this changed our weekly exchanges and although we both flirted with each other we never really acted on it. Well except I did take the opportunity one time to squeeze behind her in the narrow hallway to the bathrooms and was able to get a good feel of her ass and at the same time she was able to feel how "hard" my appreciation was.

Shortly after that quick little feel I stopped in the restaurant and to my surprise there was a large "FOR SALE" nailed to the outside of the building. Kathy explained that the owners were old and bad health was forcing them to sell the business and retire.

Over the next couple of weeks I asked her why she didn't buy the place, but the excuse of "no money" was all she could tell me. The weeks turned into a couple of months and still no offers had been given for the property. I guess nobody wanted to invest in such a small town. Kathy did say that she tried to buy the place and even had some ideas about improving things but that when she'd talked to the bank they had turned her down.

After I left that day I checked into the business and the property to see what hey wanted for it. I really didn't want to own a small town restaurant but was curious. 

I was surprised to find that the whole place was for sale for what I thought was a small amount of money. In fact after running the numbers, with the level of business remaining the same as it was now, it would just about be paid for in 5 years and even then it would still turn a profit during that time.

Of course by then my devious mind had a plan in place so I submitted and offer as an anonymous buyer, with just a few conditions and it was accepted that day. Now I needed to move forward and see if the deal would come together, or if it would fall apart. 

The next week when I stopped in the big sign now said "SOLD" and Kathy was eager to explain that an out of town buyer had bought the business but everyone was convinced that they were going to lose their jobs, or that something bad was going to happen to their livelihood. She explained that the employees were going to meet the new owner, and at least she was supposed to meet them in about 30 minutes.

Since I'd already had an after hours tour of the building I knew that there was an office in the back of the building that had both and inside and outside entrance and had arranged to have the meeting with Kathy in the office. After getting my breakfast to me she excused herself to go and wait for her new boss to show up.

I waited a couple of extra minutes and as always paid my bill and walked out to the parking lot, but instead of leaving I walked up to the outside office door and let myself in. Kathy was sitting in the desk chair and when I came in she was confused and it took awhile before she realized that I was the buyer.

I handed her a folder that contained the purchase agreement, and the conditions for the sale that needed to be met before the sale was final. Basically I would only buy the business if she would stay on as manager for a term of at least 3 years. She would receive a 25% increase in pay and also receive 25% of all profit that the business generated. She really looked happy as she read the details and seemed like she wanted to sign the papers right away.

However when she got to the final paragraph she paused and looked perplexed. It simply said that all this agreement was conditional on a "personal service agreement" with me that she also had to sign. She looked up at the paper I was holding and when I asked her what do you think I want? She smiled and said "you want my ass don't you?" 

I handed her the last page and the requests were quite simple. At least once a week she would willingly give me her ass, her cunt and her mouth for my sexual pleasure to do with as solely as I desired. In addition to the weekly meetings I would require her to spend 6-8 weekends with me where she would attend to whatever I wanted in a sexual matter. This could include but not be limited to the previously mentioned sexual activities, serving as a hostess for parties, either clothed or nude, posing for nude photos or movies, and having sex with whoever I asked her to accommodate.

She swallowed a bit hard at the last words but after some thought said that I could have had her any way I wanted without having to buy the place. I already knew that but thought this was much cleaner and would carry less emotional baggage for the next 3 years. She then offered to sign the papers, but I explained that they needed to be notarized and I would pick them up next week. This would mean that at least one other person, the Notary, would know that she had signed up to be my sexual slave for the next 3 years.

To my surprise she asked if I'd like to seal the deal, and have a taste of what the future will hold? After a quick yes from me I instructed her to stand and start to undress. She stood up from the desk chair and slowly began to unbutton her shirt. I was pleased to see that she was calm and as she pulled off her shirt she even smiled as she reached behind to unhook her bra.

She apologized for the little tits but didn't hesitate in removing her bra and showing them to me. I was happy to see that she had soft pink nipples and that although her tits were little they were still nicely shaped and didn't have much sag to them at all. I guess that gravity is less of a problem for women with small tits. 

She stood there and waited until I waved her on to continue and after taking off her belt and unfastening her pants she pushed her jeans and her panties off at the same time. Once again I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was indeed a real blond and also that her pussy had just a thin covering of hair. 

Once she stepped out of her clothes she just stood facing me as I looked her up and down. She didn't seem embarrassed at all but just watched me as I looked her over. I asked her to bend over the desk and I moved around behind her to finally get a look at her ass. All these years of looking at it walking away from me and now here she was bent over the desk showing her bare ass to me.

I quickly dropped my pants and started to squeeze and knead her little ass. Soon was also pulling apart her cheeks and running my cock up and down the crack between her sweet ass cheeks. She told me that she hadn't had anal sex more than a couple of times and that it was a long time ago.

However I had come to this meeting prepared and I quickly lubed her ass and started to explore her ass hole. I could tell that it was going to be tight, it was evident she wasn't used to having anything shoved in her ass. But that would all change soon.

I told her that I was going to fuck her in the ass and she told me to go for it, and that she wanted it too. It was slow and easy and after a few thrusts had still managed to get about half way into her ass. She was doing the best she could to let me use her but I could tell from the way she clenched her hands that it was difficult for her. 

She was encouraging me to push harder and get it all the way in so I grabbed he by the shoulders and shoved my cock all the way into her ass in one quick move. My balls were now up against her pussy and I could feel that she was turned on as she was very wet.

I waited a few moments and then pulled almost all the way out and after a pause plunged all the way in again. She gasped and pushed back against me as she was really doing her best to give me a good fuck with her ass. I realized that today wasn't the day this was going to happen and after a few more, but less vigorous, pumps in and out of her ass I pulled out all together. 

Much to my surprise she was crying when she stood up and I figured that she must really be hurting but instead she was saying how sorry she was and that she really wanted me to fuck her ass, and now I wouldn't buy the business, and she wouldn't be able to make more money and on and on.

Finally she quieted down, actually she looked quite nice standing there naked and crying about not being able to please me, and I explained that this didn't change anything. I would buy her some butt plugs so she could work on stretching out her ass and that I would enjoy fucking her ass many times in the future. I also reminded her that I had plans for her for the next 3 years and that today was just the start of our business relationship.

She finally stopped crying and hugged me and asked "now what". I asked if she was any good at sucking cock? For a response she dropped to her knees and in less time than it takes to think about it had swallowed almost the complete length of my cock. Not only was she a good cock sucker but she could deep throat as well! This was going to be enjoyable!

It wasn't until she was well on her way to getting me to cum that it dawned on me that she had taken my cock in her mouth without any hesitation even though just moments before it had been shoved all the way into her ass. She later told me she didn't think about it until she had already sucked it in and by then she figured that it was something I wanted her to do anyway.

I told her when I was getting ready to cum and that I wanted her to take my cum on her face. She just nodded and as I pulled out of her mouth she positioned herself under my cock so that every drop of cum was between her eyebrows and chin. Nothing missed its mark.

I must say that she looked great with a face covered in cum and quickly took out my cell phone and took a couple of photos. I explained that I would be back next week to pick up her contracts, both for work and for sex, and bring her the butt plugs at the same time. She was still kneeling on the floor, naked, with her face covered in cum and as I went to the door she said "Thank you for a future." 

As I walked away I was already thinking about what the next weeks and months would have to offer.



Ok, if you've gotten this far you've made it through the story and I'd appreciate some feedback so email me. Too much background? Not enough sex? Write more as it could get interesting" Let the story die?



The Waitress



Carmella Quinton's life wasn't easy, losing her parents at 16 was a hard blow for her. she was sent to a foster home for 2 yrs, then once set free into life she had little money to complete her education and provide a luxury life for herself. Now at 23, after struggling to be able to rent a one bedroom apartment in a broken down complex, found a job as a waitress at one of the most exquisite and expensive restaurants in Los Angeles. She knew it was her looks that helped her land the job; she was 5 foot 7, long blonde hair with green sapphire eyes, a rare beauty to many. She could have landed a job as an actress or model easily, but many of the agents required her to do unwanted favors and that she didn't want to do. She was no virgin, yet the thought of degrading herself for a job was absurd to her. quickly dressing in her uniform and securing her long hair in a nice braid down her back.

She took one last glimpse at herself, "yes, perfect." she thought as she walked out to face her long evening duties.

Armand Lemieux stood there watching his employees, he always caught his breath when Carmella walked in, she was one of the most intriguing girls he had ever employed, beauty, poise and elegancy filled the air about her. He hired her 3 months ago and she had amazed him, she worked hard, never slouched, never showed her tiredness and not even engaged in any problems with his other employees. She pretty much kept to herself, never confiding in anyone. A rare beauty, a rare gem he thought. Suddenly his thoughts were broken as he noticed Draco Monroe walk in, Draco one of his most prized customers, a very rich business tycoon, a man not to be trifled with, at 39 Draco owned an empire, and he was a very handsome and wealthy man, number 1 bachelor if he remembered right. 

Quickly Armand went to greet Draco at the entrance.

"Mr. Monroe, welcome."

"Good evening Arnaud." replied Draco coolly, "I hope you can squeeze us in, we are 5 people."

"Of course! Mr. Monroe, you know we always have a table reserved for you." 

Draco nodded, his appreciation visible, "shall we then?" he asked.

Carmella caught a glimpse of the man following her boss, he was tall, extremely handsome, and not a young man she guessed, the men trailed behind him, power, and money filled the air about him. She wondered who he was, cause Arnaud rarely tended to customers himself, he must be someone very important to Arnaud. She shook her head slightly looking about for a new table since the table she was attending to had just left. Then she noticed her boss coming towards her.

"Carmella, I would like you to attend to table 25, he is one of my most highly appreciated customers, so anything they need is theirs, and please make sure they get a bottle of Krug, Clos du Mesnil 1995 as a gift." said Arnaud.

"Yes sir." Carmella replied, quickly walking towards the table.

Draco was talking to the man beside him when suddenly a soft voice penetrated his mind," good evening gentlemen, my name is Carmella and I shall be your waitress tonight."

Draco's thoughts were lost as he looked up at the beautiful woman standing before him, "she must be new he thought", he could hear the men saying good evening and as his eyes caught hers as she looked at him he said "good evening Carmella" with a soft tone. Suddenly eye contact was broken as a waiter came to stand beside her, she turned to him and took the bottle of champagne from him.

"A gift from Mr. Lemieux ." she said as she popped open the champagne and began to pour into the glasses.

Suddenly she was beside him pouring into his glass, he looked at the delicate hands, her well manicured nails, he could inhale her scent, Draco shook himself, his senses lighting up as he imagined those hands caressing his chest, 'Dammit man, stop it!" he thought. 

She then started to place the menus before each man, he noticed how the men glared at her openly, some were in a state of shock, and some were actually gaping. 

She stood back and said, "if you need anything else sirs, please don't be hesitant to ask."

As the men shuffled, and discussed the menu, Draco's thought were filled with her, who was she and why was she here? 

"Draco?" "Draco? Are you ready to order man?" one of his friends asked.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, I'm ready." he said.

He lifted his hand and quickly she appeared by his side.

"Are you gentleman ready to order?" she asked smiling down at them.

"Yes." replied Draco placing the orders.

Dinner passed by quickly, for too quickly for Draco's disappointment, deep inside he didn't want it to end, didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay and watch her, to inhale her, this Carmella had filled his mind, his senses with feelings he hadn't felt since he was a young teen. By the time they were due to leave he knew that he wanted her, and that he would get her for anything Draco wanted he got!

Carmella watched as the men departed, and approached the table to pick up her tip and clean up, as she opened the bill sleeve and she gasped, a two hundred dollar tip was there. She tried to hide her happiness, this would take care of many of her payments this month, she lifted her eyes and saw him still there talking to Arnaud, yet his eyes upon her, she lowered her head to hide her blush and quickly set back to her task.

"I shall be having a dinner party on Sunday Arnaud, and I would like you to send me Carmella, I'm sure you have no objection to that? As you know it's not the first time I have requested a waitress from you." Draco said.

"It will not be a problem Mr. Monroe, I shall have her there by 6, would you like her to wear anything in particular?" he asked.

"A white blouse, and black knee high skirt, for we both know, she doesn't need anything to hide her beauty or to enhance it."

Arnaud chuckled, "I knew you would like her, don't worry she will be there Sunday at 6."

"Thank you and thank you for the champagne." he said as they shook hands.

Carmella night proceeded as normal, customers and more customers, then at the end of the night Arnaud had called her into his office and informed her of Sunday's request. He had assured her it was not the first time he had sent waitresses up to Draco's house and that it was always good for the girls, they made extra cash and always returned, unharmed and untouched. Carmella had accepted the opportunity for cash she needed, desperately. 

The week passed by quickly and Carmella found herself eager to see Draco again, apart from the money, he had intrigued her, she found him very handsome and extremely mysterious, those eyes "oh god! She couldn't forget those eyes, grey smoky and filled with untold emotions."

As Sunday arrived she found herself pacing the restaurant , dressed in a white silk blouse, a but transparent showing off a little peak of her white lacy bra, it was the only decent white shirt she owned, her black knee high skirt fitted perfectly around her, her high heels giving her an extra few inches of height, her black new stockings warming her perfectly shaped legs , she avoided wearing a garter belt knowing it would show beneath the snug fitted shirt, her long hair tied in an long braid down her back and her makeup simple.

The taxi car arrived and the doorman came in to call her, she shivered, "its time." she thought.

The doorman gave the address to the cab and she was sent off, laying her head back in the cab her thoughts filling with vivid images of his hands, those strong hands, his black jet hair, what it would be like to run her fingers through it, to feel it, but she knew they were all images, Mr. Lemieux would never look twice at her, she was beautiful yes, but men of his status did not follow around waitresses for any other reason but to bed and throw them away. 

A wave of sadness swept around her, "would she ever find her match? A man who cared for her and not for her looks?"

Suddenly the cab came to a halt, in front of a huge mansion in Beverly Hills, "this is it miss." 

Paying him off, Carmella stepped out and went to face her day.

The doorman greeted her, and led her to the kitchen; it was swamped with people preparing dinner. Maids and cooks bustling all around her, She stood there mesmerized.

"Miss Quinton?" a voice behind her startled her.

"Yes," she said as she turned around to face an elderly man, in his 60's perhaps.

"I'm Jonas, the butler, Mr. Monroe told me of your coming, please follow me and I shall instruct you as to what your duties shall be."

"Hello Jonas, please call me Carmella, please forgive me if I seem a little agitated it's my first time on a job like this."

'Don't worry little miss, I'm sure you will be fine."

An hour passed as Jonas instructed her on what she would be doing, basically her main job was to tend to them as they were seated for dinner, and during the gathering, she would have to pass around asking if anyone required a refill of anything. 

"It's going to be easy." she thought to herself.

She was busy checking the bar when Jonas appeared there telling her to follow him cause Mr. Monroe wanted to speak to her in his library before the guests started to arrive. Quickly she followed him as he led her to the library.

She walked in to find him standing before the fireplace, some papers in his hand, he turned upon her entry and just stared.

"Good evening, sir." 

Draco felt his heart slam hard in his chest, "good evening Carmella, I hope that Jonas has instructed you on everything."

"Yes sir, Ty and sir I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for having me tonight."

"There is no need to thank me Carmella, I found you very satisfactory the other evening, You had my guests shocked and speechless all night, and a little of that happened to me." he added with a smile.

Carmella's heart was beating so fast now she couldn't think, "was he flirting with her?" she blushed lightly.

"I'm sorry sir, I don't know how having your guests speechless was helpful." 

"That was helpful cause I didn't have to listen to some things I didn't want to, like work." he answered .

"And as for satisfactory." he said as he approached her slowly, his grey eyes looking deep into hers, "we shall see tonight."

Speechless she stood before him, lowering her head she simply answered, "I'm sure I shan't disappoint you."

"I'm sure you won't." he whispered closely to her ear. "Now you can return to Jonas if you wish Carmella."

As fast as she could she turned and walked out of the library her heart beating so fast she couldn't even hear the noise around her, she was ashamed, she wanted him, she desired him, just from a whisper he had turned her into jelly. She had lowered her head because she was scared he would see that want and mock her.

As the evening moved on, guests filtered in, the room filled, there were about 20 people, mostly couples, beautiful women filled the room, the scent of expensive perfumes and cigars lingered in the air. Carmella noticed many men staring at her, sizing her up, yet her eyes always drifted back to Mr. Monroe. Every time she sought him out he was with a different person, acting as the perfect host.

Dinner progressed perfectly, by the time all was over Carmella was tired but not as tired as she usually got at the restaurant. Guests began to leave and soon the house was empty and what was left was maids cleaning up and waiters leaving.

"Carmella, Mr. Monroe would like to see you in his library, I'm sure you know the way, and please he would like a glass of water too." said Jonas.

Carmella simply nodded, fetched the glass of water, set it on a tray and walked to the library. She knocked gently.

"Come in."

She stepped in.

"Ahh Carmella, please shut the door behind you."

"Your water sir." she said, her voice a little shaky.

"It's for you, my dear, I'm sure you are exhausted by now, please come have a seat and relax for a few minutes while I write your check." 

Slowly she walked into the library and sat down on the couch before the fireplace.

Draco watched her, he knew she was nervous, it showed, she was fidgeting, her fingers were clamed around each other and she kept her eyes focused on the fire. He wanted her, yet he didn't want her unwillingly, he didn't want to rush her.

Quickly he wrote down the check in her name setting a figure he knew she would be shocked at, and rising from his chair, he walked towards her.

"I hope this is enough?" he asked as he passed her the check.

"Oh My God!" Carmella said out unconsciously, her hand quickly slamming over those lovely red lips.

"I'm sorry sir but this is too much, I can't accept 5000$!" 

"Carmella, please call me Draco." 

"Sir, urm Draco, I cannot accept this." 

She stood up quickly and realized her mistake as she came face to face with Draco, their body barely inches away, the shock of it made her away and suddenly she lost balance, then his hands, his hands were around her waist holding her, saving her from her fall back, yet he pulled her against him, their bodies came in contact, and his eyes looked into hers once again.

Silence stretched between them, then she felt it, his lips, they touched hers, "Oh dear, she wanted this" she felt them kissing her lips apart and as she started to object he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and caress hers, her objections were silenced as she began to respond to his delicious assault on her lips.

A moan broke out and she realized it was hers, Draco broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against her chest. 

"Carmella." he whispered against her lips.

She noticed her hands had crept up around his neck, her body was molded to his, his erection was evident beneath his trousers throbbing against her tummy.

"Carmella." he said as he released her hands from his neck and pushed her backwards a little so he could look into her eyes. 

"I don't know what you have done to me, but I can't deny it, I want you so much, I have wanted you from the minute I saw you in the restaurant."

Carmella couldn't think, her eyes focused on those lips, those tantalizing lips, the feelings of desire she had hidden well for years raged inside her, she wanted this man, wanted him badly, needed him even if it was for just one night. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms about his neck once more and brought her lips to his. This time his kiss was more demanding, he held her closer against him, crushing her to him, then he broke the kiss once more and took her before the fireplace, kissing her again his hands seeking to remove her shirt unbuttoning it. 

Draco's eyes feasted upon the beautiful set of breasts before him, did this woman have any faults? He thought. His lips then trailed down her neck, over her peaked nipples, the caught them through the fabric and heard her cry of pleasure, his hands searching for the zipper on her skirt quickly unzipping it and pushing it down her lovely legs. 

He stood back to feast upon the beauty before him, she stood there, the light of the fireplace flickering upon her skin, her eyes glittering with something he couldn't understand. All he knew is that she wanted him, for what reason was yet to be seen.

"Draco." she whispered.

This time she came to him, her hands working at taking his clothes off, his dinner jacket, tie, shirt, and as her hand came to his belt he stopped her. She looked at him questioningly. 

"Not yet love." he said.

He slipped the shirt from her shoulders and his hands reached to her back, unclasping her bra, he removed it and tossed it aside. 

"Lay down."

She slipped to the floor, laying down on the rug he knelt beside her on the floor, leaning down he kissed her lips once more, his hands stroking her aching nipples, he could feel her heartbeat drumming beneath his hands, then he shifted kneeling between her feet, he kissed down her stocking covered thighs, removing her heels and stockings ever so slowly.

Carmella was going mad with lust, he was driving her insane, his lips and hands touching her, caressing her in ways she never knew existed, then she felt his hand touch her covered pussy and a tremor of pleasure shot through her, she arched up, her whole body wanting , needing.

Draco wanted to go slow, wanted her to feel every touch, slowly he reached to pull down her panties and it revealed to him a smooth bald pussy, he kissed down her tummy till his lips reached their destination, with his fingers he parted her folds to suck gently at the engorged clit, he felt her hands in his hair, her body trembling beneath him, her cries of delight and moans of pleasure as he kissed, sucked and nibbled her till she came.

He sat back and watched her come down from the cloud he had just sent her to, her whole body quivering, her breath panting, she looked amazing, she looked his. 

"His?" he thought, "maybe".

He reached down and undid his belt, taking off his trousers and boxers, throwing them aside, yet he left his belt with him, leaning over Carmella, he asked, "do u trust me?"

"Yes." 

"Give me your hands Carmella."

She gave him her hands and gently he wrapped the belt around them then lifting her head he tied the securely behind her head strapping the belt around her neck, if she tugged too hard it would choke her. Quickly he stood up and got 2 cushions, setting them behind her head so she would be more comfortable. 

"Trust me." he said.

His lips resumed their attack on her lips, down to her body once more, he worshiped her till she was begging for release, yet he would not allow it, the more she tugged and shivered the more he teased her.

Then he lifted her to her knees and released her hands only to bind them behind her back, kneeling before him she knew what he wanted, her lips sought out their target as they wrapped around his cock, his hands worked her braid, freeing her hair, shaking it lose around her shoulders and down her back, he grabbed a fistful of it and tugged at it gently as her lips tasted him, teasing him.

Gently he pushed deeper into her mouth, not wanting to gag her, yet wanting more, she was driving him mad, he was groaning and moaning with desire.

He felt his passion build to the max yet wanting to prolong it, he yanked her head back, and knelt before her, kissing her lips once more he crushed her body to his, feeling her nipples against his chest her whole body against his, he sat back on his haunches and lifted her astride him, slowly he pushed into her, teasing her, then he was completely buried inside her, not moving but savoring the moment,.

"Draco!" she begged, "release my hands."

"No!" he answered as he lifted her and began to stroke himself within her slowly, "not yet."

This continued for minutes and minutes, Draco savoring the tightness around him, enjoying her pleading and begging as he slowly penetrated her. 

Then suddenly he released her hands and she was everywhere touching him, her body began rocking faster, harder. Draco's control snapped, he quickly lifted her off him and set her on her knees bending her over, he grabbed her hips and slammed deep into her, animalistic lust filling their senses, he pounded harder into her, and she matched his rhythm slamming back against him, it was as if a tremendous urge to posses each other had taken over them, nothing but wanting more and more.

She whimpered, screamed and begged for more, he grunted, growled and held on harder. Sweating breaking down his brow as he slammed harder within her, his hand reaching down to her clit he yanked her up with his second hand bringing her back up against his chest as he fucked, and teased harder.

Her nails scratched down his arm, as she screamed out, "Draco!" her orgasm sweeping over her, he felt her tighten around him, felt the cool moisture engulf him as she came and he couldn't hold on any longer, suddenly he bit down on her neck, as he slammed into her one last time before he found his release.




The Waitress



They remained like that for minutes after, neither capable of moving or speaking, Draco panting hard against her hair and Carmella limp in his arms.

"Carmella? Are you ok?"

She giggled out, "I think I have never been better." 

Pulling her down beside him on the rug he wrapped her in his arms, "Carmella? Will you be willing to see me again?" he asked.

Silent for a second, collecting her thoughts, she turned and looked at him, kissing his lips gently, she laughed out biting his lower lip before saying .

"Maybe."



The Waitress



Chance spun the coaster on the table, and glanced around the bar.

"I can't believe we are doing this."

"I know what you mean," Frank replied.

"A month ago a threesome was something I saw in porn movies and tonight I going to be in a second one."

"What can I say, life is good."

"And Fiona set this up?"

"Yep, she was intrigued with Misty. I mean, it's not every day that you get your waitress to flash her breasts at you."

"True, that never happens to me," Chance lamented, "at least not for free."

"So when we got home, Fiona used the email and phone number Misty gave her to do some digging. Once Fiona decided Misty was not some kind of psycho, she gave her a call. They chatted a bit, and here we are."

"Did Fiona say why Misty has this abduction fantasy? She certainly does not appear to be the type for it. She looks more like a Harlaquin Romance kind of woman."

"Well," Frank said with a sigh, "without getting into too much psychological mumbo jumbo, Misty needs a little encouragement to try new things with men."

"Works for me," replied Chance, "and Fiona doesn't think Misty will flake out on us?"

"They have been talking and emailing a lot; Fiona says this is really what Misty wants."

Frank tipped his head to the side, and Chance looked over. Misty was walking toward them.

"Here she comes." Frank observed.

"Hi. Chance and Frank, right? Can I get you something to drink?" she asked, settling into an empty chair at their table.

"Rum and Coke for me," said Chance.

"I'll take an Arnold Palmer, "Frank replied.

"My shift ends in about 10 minutes, so you guys are pretty much my last customers. Cary came in a few minutes early, so she is taking everyone else in this section. I still can't believe I'm doing this..." her voice trailed off.

"It's okay if you changed your mind, an abduction fantasy kind of a big step if you have never done anything like this before," Frank said.

What can I say, I like to be scared. Scary movies, bungee jumping, extreme roller coasters... but something like this requires trust. For some reason, I am trusting Fiona . I think this is going to scare the daylights out of me, but in a good way."

"From the instructions we got from Fiona, I think it will be everything you want," said Frank.

"Ever since I saw the three of you last month, it's been all I think about," Misty explained.

"Do tell, Girlfriend," Chance replied

"When you two were here with Fiona, I overhead her ask if Chance was going to be her fuck buddy and I saw her rubbing her foot on your is, um..." her voice trailed off again.

"Dick," Chance almost shouted, "You will be seeing a lot of it tonight, you don't have to keep it a secret."

"Yes, your dick. And then when I talked to her in the restroom and she told me she was taking both of you home. Oh, I so wanted to be her that night."

"And that's when you flashed her?" Frank asked.

"I am so embarrassed about that, I can't believe I did it." 

"Don't be, "Chance replied, "If I had tits like yours, I'd be showing them off all the time."

Misty blushed and looked down at the table.

"So you are okay with all this?" Frank asked.

"Totally," she replied. Misty did not tell them she had been masturbating every night this week thinking about what was going to happen tonight.

"Do you remember the safe word?"

"Yes, it's Flare. Did Fiona give you my rules?"

"Yes. Not hitting or slapping. Nothing up your butt, no choking. Not a problem. Blowjobs, swallowing, oral sex and fucking are all okay, right"

"Yes," Misty answered, blushing again.

"And somebody knows where you will be?" Chance asked.

"Yes, now let me get your drinks."

"This is going to be epic, not only is she smoking hot, but she seems really cool," Chance exclaimed.

"Fiona said her tits were stunning. That's the word she used, stunning. What do you think, 34 C?"

"Yea, that sounds about right. And she is not afraid to show them off a little. That top shows just enough to catch your interest with being slutty."

"Not that there is anything wrong with that."

"I hear you brother."

"And a bit of a tomboy." 

"Yea, who would have guessed our waitress is into bungee jumping."

"I guess we need to get out more"

"The whole abduction thing is pretty sexy, I can't wait to have her tied up and naked."



Misty returned a few minutes later with their drinks. She set them down, and leaned in, flashing her cleavage to both of them.

"My shift is over, I'm going to go change, and then we can go."

"When do you want to start the role playing?" Chance asked.

"As soon as we can" she said with a nervous smile.

"We can start as soon as we get in the car. Chance will blindfold and handcuff you."

"And you two are going to talk dirty about the things you are going to do to me?"

"Honey," Frank replied, "you are getting the deluxe package, and that includes talking dirty. Did you get Fiona's list of what to wear?"

"Short skirt, button down shirt, and a bra that opens in the front." She replied.

"You'd really help us out if you could go commando. Underwear complicates things."

"I'm just going from here to the car, right? I guess I could do that." She said as she stood up to leave.

By the time Frank and Chance had downed their drinks, Misty was back. She was walking slowly, and taking small steps. She seemed concerned that someone would notice her lack of underwear. Both the men stood up and walked with out of the pub with her. They were parked close by. Misty saw a windowless white van. As they approached she noticed it had a bumper sticker that said 'We love sluts' on one side and 'Bad Girl Kick Ass' on the other.

"You came in that thing?" she asked, "you're braver than I thought."

Chance opened the side door of the van and held her bag as she sat down.

"Consider you abducted," he said has he leaned in. He slipped a blindfold over her eyes. He put leather cuffs on her wrists, and secured them to cargo strap on the floor Chance tugged on the restraint. Once he was satisfied it was tight, he closed the door. Chance sat down in the front seat. Frank was already behind the wheel.

Misty heard the door slam shut. The blindfold blocked all light, and she could not move her arms. She heard Frank talking.

"You can scream if you want, nobody outside this van is going to hear your."

She knew nothing bad was going to happen to her. . Fiona had explained the plan. Frank and Chance seemed like good guys. But as the van rumbled down the road, she felt a little scared. They were making lots of turns. That's what they did in all the scary movies she watched. The bad guys always made lots of turns to confuse their victim. She screamed. That only made the fear worse. She was screaming, and nobody was coming to help her. She smiled. This was going to be even better than she had imagined.

She could hear them talking. They were talking about her.

"Did you see those tits? I can't wait to get my hands on them. And my face, I just want to put my face between them"

"And she has such a sexy mouth. You know what would make it look even better? My cock inside it"

"When we get to the hideout, first thing I am doing is bending her over and ramming my dick into her," Frank winced as as he said hideout. When he said it out loud it was cheesy, it sound so much better in his head.

She heard them as they continued discussing their plans. They were very explicit about what they were going to do to her. Every word made her blush. And every word made her wet. Her nipples were stiff, rubbing against her bra. Chance had pulled her skirt up when he put her in the van, so her bare ass was rubbing on the seat, reminding her she did not have panties on. She felt the van slow down and make a turn. It stopped, and she heard a garage door closing. The front doors opened and closed. Then the she heard the side door open. A wave of cool air hit her. Someone reached in and disconnected her restraints from the seat. They roughly pulled her out of the van. She was still in total darkness. One of them led by her by the wrist. The other one was behind her, hands on her shoulders. She heard keys jangle, then a door unlock and open. She took a few steps inside, and then the hands on her shoulders jerked her to a stop. Then quiet. She could hear her heart racing. She thought about the safe word. She could end it all right now. But she did not. Her pulse slowed just enough for her to hear the two men breathing. They were very close.

Abruptly hands ripped her shirt open. She felt them open the clasp on her bra, and her breasts tumbled out. 

Misty felt hands on her breasts. It felt electric. It was her and two men. Two men she had just met, she did not even know their last names. And they were here to fuck her. She smiled at that thought.

Chance caressed Misty's breasts. Fiona had been right a month ago. They were real, and they were spectacular. Her tits more than filled his hands. The firm dark pebbles of her nipples pressed into his palms. His mind raced with the pleasures Misty's tits were going to provide. He wanted to feel them on his lips. He wanted them wrapped around his cock. He wanted tug on her nipple with his teeth until she came.



The next thing Misty heard was one off them ripping open the button fly of his jeans. She tried to remember which of them was wearing 501s. She thought it was Chance. That sound came from in front of her. Seconds later she heard pants unzipping behind her. She was excited, so excited she could feel her wetness running down her thighs. Now there were hands on both her shoulders. They were pushing her down. Soon she was on her knees. One of them grabbed her hair and turned her head to the right. She felt the tip of a penis brush against her lips. Misty opened her mouth to receive it.

Frank slowly slid his penis past her lips, pushing it in until he filled her mouth. He gently pulled back on her head, bobbing it back and forth. A bulge formed in her cheeks as he pushed his cock against them. She felt him pull her head back and turn it to the left. Chance's penis pushed past her lips and did not stop until it reached that back of her throat. He held it there for a few seconds, and then released her head. She pulled away from him until only the head of his dick remained in her mouth. Misty swirled her tongue around it, and put her hands on his shaft. She began to stroke the length of his cock. Her lips remained tight around him, her tongue pressed against him. Chance started thrusting his hips back and forth, but Mindy's hand kept him from going too far into her mouth. She pulled away from him.

"I want to taste you," she moaned, still sliding her hands up and down his cock. 

"Do you want me to come in your mouth?" Chance asked.

"Yes, I want it, I want you to fill my mouth until I can't take anymore," she pleaded. Misty wasn't sure where that came from. She had never had a guy come in her mouth before. She flicked her tongue against him a few times, and then wrapped her lips around his penis. Chanced put both his hands on her head and started thrusting again. He was thrusting harder, forcing his cock though her hands. Soon her mouth was full of his hard flesh. He was fucking her mouth. 

"Don't stop," Chance moaned, as he pulled her hair, "don't stop. You're going to make me come." His voice trailed off to a low moan.

Misty was nervous, but excited. She was going to do it; she was going to make a guy come with her mouth. Chance's movements became jerky, his muscles tensed. Then it happened. She felt her mouth fill with a hot liquid. It leaked past her lips and spilled down her chin. It flowed down her throat. Misty thought she would be disgusted by it, but instead she was turned on even more. She stroked his cock, milking every drop out of it. Even after Chance let go of her, she kept sucking his dick. Finally Chance pulled away from her. He jerked her to her feet, and then kissed her.

They gave her a minute to catch her breath. Once again she felt hands on her shoulders, this time pushing her forward. He pushed her against the back of an armchair, bending her forward. Chance grabbed her breasts again, pinching her nipples and tugging on them.  She felt Frank's cock rubbing against the lips of her pussy. When the tip of his penis brushed against her clit she felt a bolt of pleasure pass through her body. A current of pleasure flowed from Chance's hands on her breasts to Frank's cock teasing her vagina. 

Frank flipped her skit up on to her back and ran his hand across her firm buttocks. His hips thrust forward, and the lips of her pussy stretched over the head of his cock. She gasped as she took in the entire length of his penis. Frank's fingers found her clit. He pounded his cock into her, grunting each time his hips slammed into her ass.  Frank grabbed her hair with his free hand and pulled back on it slightly. A string of profanity spewed from her mouth. Again and again Frank thrust into her. His hand with drenched as he continued to finger her clit.

It surprised her a little when Frank grabbed her hair. He wasn't pulling hard enough for it to hurt, but it reminded her that he was in control. She felt Chance's hand continue to crush her breasts and pinch her nipples. It felt like Chance was pulling her towards an orgasm. And Frank was pushing her in the same direction. She heard a voice that sounded like hers.  It was saying something like 'don't stop, this feels so fucking good', but she did not know where it came from. The fabric of his jeans pressed against her ass. He hand not even bother to get undressed before he started fucking her. She had a few clothes on, but she might was well be naked. Her thought was interrupted by the feeling of Frank's cock slamming into her again. The feeling of ecstasy got stronger each time his cock filled her up. Each time he pressed his fingers against her clit a shock of pleasure radiated through her body. Frank thrust into her so hard she almost fell over. She tipped forward, pressing her breasts into Chance's hand. Her whole body began to tingle. She cried out as an orgasm swept over her.

Frank pulled her upright be tugging on her hair.

"I'm not done with you yet. I'm going to put you on the bed and fuck you again." Frank whispered in her ear.

Misty felt Frank push her forward until she ran into the bed. He shoved her onto it, and she tumbled to the middle, coming to a rest on her back. One of them removed the cuffs on her wrists. She was still blindfolded, and did not know what they were going to do next. Each of them was tugging on her arms. Soon she felt straps being tied around her wrists. Next they tied her ankles, so was spread eagle on the bed. 

Frank climbed onto the left side of the bed; Chance did the same on the right side. Both of them hungrily looked at Misty. She looked disheveled. She still had her clothes on, but they didn't really cover anything. Her hair was tangled, and her makeup was smeared. Most of her lipstick had been wiped off when she had Chance's cock in her mouth. Frank put his hand one her shoulder. Chance mirrored his actions. Her skin was damp with sweat, and warm. He slowly ran his hand down her body. He felt her stiff nipple against his palm as his hand glided over her firm breasts. His fingertips pressed into her ribs. Finally his hand came to rest on the inside of her thigh. Chance had done the same thing. A faint moan escaped her lips, and both men looked at her.  Chance leaned down to whisper in her ear.

Misty felt them touching her. She was almost shaking with anticipation. She could feel a warm breath on her ear.

She heard a whisper, it sounded like Chance, "Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" she asked.

"Are you ready for both of us?"

"Yes, "she answered softly. Misty bit her bottom lip. There were more words waiting to come out, but she wasn't ready for them. Words like ' Yes, fuck me now', and ' I want your cocks inside me', but she could not bring herself to let those words out. The men probably knew that's what she wanted. That's why they were here. That's what she was tied up, blindfolded and almost naked. She took a deep breath and waited to feel them.

Frank and Chance looked at each other. Frank nodded, and they both began kissing Misty. They kissed her on the lips, on the ear, and on the neck. Both of them put a hand on her breast, squeezing and caressing her. Soon they were both pressing their lips against her tits, running tongues over her nipples. They could hear her moans growing louder. She arched her back, pushing her tits against them. Frank put one hand on her breast, the other on her thigh. She strained against the straps that held her down

The word she was not saying now was 'More',  She want more than kissing, more than caressing. She wanted all they could give her. Both of them had a hand on her breasts, and both of them had a hand between her legs. She felt both of them slip a finger inside her. One of them was pinching a nipple with his teeth; the other was kissing her on the lips. His tongue invaded her mouth. And all she could think was that she wanted more. Time stood still as they consumed her. Then they stopped.

One of them removed her blindfold. The room was pretty dark, but she could make out Frank and Chance. She looked around the room. The bed was in the middle of the room. There wasn't a headboard; it might have been just a mattress. The only other furniture in the room was the chair Frank and leaned her over when he fucked her. This looked like a room that was just for sex. Misty heard the rustle of clothing being removed. She looked at Frank and Chance. They were both stripping off their clothes. She enjoyed watching them get naked. She had undressed them many times in her fantasies. Really seeing them naked did not disappoint her. Frank was taller, and had a heavier build. Misty ran her eyes up and down his naked body. She wanted to feel it pressed against her. She wanted to feel crushed under him. She turned her eyes to Chance. He was a bit shorter, leaner. His muscled were more defined. Both of them had erections.

Chance walked to the foot of the bed. He leaned over and began to crawl onto the mattress between her legs. He looked at Misty. She still had her clothes on. Her shirt and bra were open, exposing her breasts. Her skirt was askew, and barely covered her vagina. He ran his hand up her leg and over her hip. He brushed her skirt out of the way, so she was fully exposed. Chance looked into Misty's eyes, and was met with a lustful stare.

"I guess, "Misty said, "you're going to fuck me now."

"I am, "Chance replied, "I bet your pussy feels even better than your mouth."

"So after you're done with me, then what?"

"Then you are mine again, "Frank interjected. He was standing at the head of the bed. He leaned over, putting his hands on either side of her chest. He lowered his head and pressed his lips against her breast. Chance was on his knees between her legs. She felt him grab her hips and pull her back, so her ass was on his thighs. He put his hand on his cock and pressed it down, stretching the lips of her pussy apart with his dick. 

As Frank leaned down she lost sight of Chance. Frank started licking, kissing and sucking on her tits. Misty felt bolts of pleasure between her vagina and breasts again. Frank put his hand on her other breast, squeezing it in his large hands. Chance kept his hands on her hips, pinning her in place as the thrust into her over and over. Frank stood up, and then slung one leg onto the bed. He grabbed her head and turned it to the side. The next thing Misty felt was Frank's penis entering her mouth. Now she had two cocks sliding in and out of her. It was a bigger turn on that she had imagined in her many fantasies about this night.

Chance felt his orgasm getting closer and closer. He looked down between Misty's legs. There was just enough light to make out his cock sliding in and out of her. His eyes shifted up, and he watched her lips engulf Frank's dick. He was still a little shocked this was happening. A month ago this is something he heard his buddies brag about, and he never believed them. Now he was actually doing it. He felt Misty clamp down on his penis, and that pushed him over the edge. His orgasm gushed through him. 




The Waitress



Misty felt Chance came inside her just has her climax ended He climbed off the bed and settled into the chair, the same Chair she had just been bent over. Seconds later Frank was on top of her. Frank did not kneel between her legs like Chance had. Instead he was all over her. His lips were pressed against hers as his penis entered her. As his cock filled her vagina, his tongue filled her mouth. She felt completely dominated. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of fullness.

Misty could not believe what she was experiencing. She had finally accepted that her fantasy was being fulfilled. She was with two men. She was being ravished by two naked strangers. She was doing things she had never done before. When her friends spoke of acts like this, she blushed. And now she was doing those things. But that was not the unbelievable part. What surprised her was she felt the first tingle of another orgasm. Each time Frank rammed his cock into her she inched closer to the edge. Each thrust that pressed his chest against her tits. Each kiss he planted on her lips, her neck, and her ears moved her closer. Then she felt herself go over the edge, into a cauldron of ecstasy. Her skin tingled all over. Slowly the world came back. She felt the bed. She felt Frank. 

Suddenly she felt something new. More lips were kissing her. She realized Chance had joined them. Chance put his hands on her breasts, and tugged on her nipples. Frank moaned that he was coming. And once again she was on the edge. Misty wildly bucked her hips against Frank. He may have been done with her, but she certainly wasn't done with him. Not when she was so close.

"Don't even fucking think of stopping," she growled at Frank, "I want your cock inside me. Fuck me harder." Misty barely recognized the voice as her own. Frank complied with her command, thrusting into her over and over. Both Frank and Chance were frantically kissing her. Chance was caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. This time the orgasm was overwhelming. It made every hair on her body stand on end. It was the same thrill she felt when she bungee jumped, seeing the earth racing towards her. But this was more than an adrenalin rush. A feeling of nirvana washed over every inch of skin. She felt like she was floating in the clouds, then slowly drifting back to earth. She realized Frank was no longer on top of her. He was lying beside her. Chance was slumped on the bed next to her head. She had no memory of them stopping. It seems like only second ago they were both on her like animals.





Slowly the two men got up. Frank untied her. Chance took her hand and helped her stand. Her legs bucked, but he caught her. Chance led them down the hall and into the master bedroom. It was nicely furnished, with a king sized bed against one wall. The three of them walked into the master bath. Before she knew it, they had stripped her clothes off and all three of them were in the shower. Frank and Chance covered every inch of her body with a soapy lather. When they had rinsed her clean, the lead her out and toweled her off. Misty felt like a queen. Without a word they took her to the bed. All three of them climbed in and drifted off to sleep.





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Misty opened her eyes. The sun was streaming in through the window. She was naked and alone. Her eyes adjusted to the light, and she surveyed the room. Folded over the chair by the bed was a satin robe. She slipped it on, and started to explore. She heard voices, and followed them down the hall. She found Frank and Chance two rooms away. Frank was laid out on a message table with a towel draped over his butt. Chance was leaned over him, massaging his leg. Chance only had running shorts on.

She stopped in the doorway to watch them for a few minutes. Chance had both his hands on Frank's thigh, digging his thumbs into Frank's hamstring. The muscles in Chance's arms and back rippled as he worked. She looked at Frank, he appeared very relaxed. Chance's hand switched to Frank's other leg. His fingers slipped up under the towel as he made long strokes up and down Frank's thigh. She started to feel a little excited. A feeling of warmth began to radiate from between her legs, and she felt her nipples stiffen. The previous night had been more sex than she had in the last month, and somehow she wanted more. She continued to watch Chance work on Frank. He was really putting some effort into the massage. She watched as every muscle in his upper body tensed. Both of Chance's hands were on Frank now. Misty put one hand between her legs, slowly stroking herself. As she moved the robe rubbed against her swollen nipples. She imagined being in Frank's place, having Chance put his hands all over her again. Then she realized she didn't need to imagine, she could make that happen.

"It looks like you actually know what you are doing," Misty said as she walked into the room.

"I'm not licensed or anything, but I've taken a few classes," Chance replied.

"I've never been good at giving a massage, any suggestions?"

"Come over her and I will show you."

Misty stepped between them, putting her hands on Frank's back. Chance pressed against her, putting his hands under hers.

"This is a good spot to start. You want to go up and down, mostly using your thumbs."

Misty kept her hands on top of his as they moved up Frank's back. She heard Frank moan quietly.

"Okay, now you try," Chance said as he put his hands on top of hers.

"How am I doing Frank?" Misty asked.

"Fantastic," he groaned in response.

Chance kept his arms around her, guiding her hands all over Frank's body. Chance's body was like a cocoon around her. His chest was against her back; his hips were against her ass. 

"What about erotic massage?" she asked.

"I don't think my technique would work for you, but you seem to have pretty good instincts so far. I don't think Frank would object if you wanted to try something out on him."

Frank moaned in agreement.

Misty slipped off her robe and climbed on to the table, straddling Frank's legs. She was pleasantly surprised when Chance climbed up behind her. She tossed the towel to the floor and put her hands on Frank's ass. She pressed her palms into him. He was solid muscle. Misty slid her hands up his spine until they rested on his shoulder blades. Then she moved them out and back down, completing an oval when her hands were on his butt again. She felt Chance press against her. His cock slipped between her cheeks, it appeared his shorts had vanished when he got on the table. 

Misty slid her hands forward again, but this time she continued all the way to Frank's neck. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts into his shoulder blades. She felt Frank's buttock tense, and his hips press down. She moved her hands back down again.

When she sat up, Chance whispered in her ear "Let me put some oil on your breasts, I think he will like that."

He poured the warm oil on her tits, and then rubbed it in. His finger caressed her breasts, and his palms pressed again her nipples. Misty leaned down again, putting her tits in the small of frank's back. Slowly she slid them up and down his spine. At the same time, she rubbed her ass against Chance's cock. She continued to squirm between the two naked men for a few minutes.

"Okay, it's your turn on the table," Chance said.

Frank and Chance both got off the table and stood up. Misty lay down on her stomach.

Chance ran his hands from her shoulders to her calves. He poked her back in a few places.

"I think your back is the best place to start. Frank's pretty good with feet if you want the all over experience."

"How can I refuse an offer like that," Misty purred.

Chance pressed his thumbs into her shoulder blade. His fingers worked out the knots in her back. His hands inched down her back. Misty felt him pour warm oil along her spine, and then rub it in. As he pressed down, her nipples rubbed against the massage table. He walked around to the head of the table, sliding his hands up on to her shoulders.  Misty closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his hands rubbing her neck and shoulders. The tension drained from body.

At the same time, Frank was caressing her feet. He wrapped both his hands around her foot, pressing his thumb into the arch. Then he squeezed her foot, almost like he was milking it. When he finished with her feet, Frank began to massage her legs. As his hands moved past her calves and onto her thighs, Misty moaned.

Chance moved so he was standing at the end of the table. He put his hands on her shoulders. Misty kept her eyes closed and focused on the two pairs of hands working towards each other. Chance's thumb pressed into the base of her neck, and his fingertips rubbed the top of her shoulder blades.  Franks hands were on her hamstrings now. His fingertips were barely pressing against her ass. She spread her legs slightly to let Frank see her pussy. That was something she would have only done in her imagination only 24 hours earlier. She wondered what had come over her. Her train of thought was derailed when Chance's hand slipped around her ribs, and his fingertips pressed into her breasts. At the same time Frank's hands pressed against her ass. She lifted herself up onto her elbows, allowing Chance to cup her breasts. Misty reached out with her hands and guided Chance's cock into her mouth

Frank watched Chanced caressing Misty's breasts and she gave him a blowjob. He spread his hands out on her ass and squeezed. She responded by spreading her legs and lifting her ass. He moved one hand between her legs, slipping two fingers inside her. She moaned with approval. Her pussy was drenched.

"Are the straps still on that bed?" Misty asked.

"They should be, why, do you want to be tied up again?"

"No, I was thinking I would tie one of you up. Would that bother you?"

"Not I "replied Chance.

"Would not be the first time," commented Frank

"Now I'm really excited. Can we cut the massage short? I don't want Victoria showing up while someone is still tied up."

Chance helped Misty off the table, and the three of them headed for the first bedroom. As they walked, Misty tugged on Frank's towel, causing it to fall to the floor. She brushed her fingers against his erection. They entered the bedroom.

"Which one of us do you want to tie up?" Frank asked.

"Enie, meanie minie Mo.." Misty chanted. When she stopped, she was pointing at Chance.

"Lucky me," he said with a grin.

"Frank, can you help a girl out? I'm not sure how the straps work."

Chance lay on his back, and Frank wrapped the strap around his friends Wrist. Misty watched closely. She had enjoyed seeing Chance giving Frank a massage. Watching Frank tie up Chance was just as exciting. She leaned down and whispered in Chance's ear. 

Misty crawled onto the bed and put Chance's head between her thighs. With a firm grip, she grabbed his hair and yanked his head between her legs. Misty moved her hand to the back of his head and pulled it towards her until she felt his lips pressing against her pussy. A moan escaped her lips as Chance began to lick her. With her other hand she motioned Frank to come closer. As soon as he was within reach, she wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

"You get to fuck me when your friend makes me come," she said, and she said it loudly enough to Chance to hear. Then she pressed her lips to his again.

Chance ran is tongue all over her, or at least everywhere he could reach. Having his head pinned between her legs was turning him on. As he licked and sucked on Misty, he found himself thrusting his hip towards her. It was a futile effort, Frank had tied him up very well. She was grinding her hips back and forth, but he managed to keep his mouth on her vagina. His tongue penetrated her over and over again, and he heard her begin to moan.

Misty's tongue wrestled with Franks as she continued to kiss him. As Chance's tongue worked its magic between her legs.Frank put his hands on her breasts. He squeezed them, and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Have both of them kissing and sucking on her pushed her over the edge, and she was swimming in ecstasy. 

Misty moved back, putting her head between Chance's legs. Her tongue slid up and down the shaft of his penis. She wrapped her hands around his cock and began to slide them up and down. She felt Frank climb on to the bed behind her. He put one hand on her ass. The tip of his cock pressed against her wet lips. She looked over her shoulder at Frank.

"Stay right there, it's my turn to fuck you" she instructed.

"Your wish is my command," he replied.

Misty pushed back until Frank's entire cock was inside her. She lowered her head and pressed her lips against Chance. Misty began to rock back and forth, making both men slide in and out of her. She reached up and ran her hands through Chances chest hair until she found his nipples. Like hers, they were erect and stiff. She pinched them as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. A bit of pre-cum leaked into her mouth. She put her hands on his penis as it slipped out of her mouth.

"You don't get to come yet, I have plans for you," she said with a smile. She leaned forward and pressed his dick against her breast, keeping him just on the edge of an orgasm.

She did not have that kind of control of Frank. Over and over he plowed his cock into her pussy. He had one hand cupped around her breast, and the other on her ass. She had plans for him too, and the first part was getting him to come inside her. She clinched her muscles around is dick, and bucked her hips against him.

" Fuck me Frank, Fuck me hard. I want you to come inside me" she screamed at him. She pushed back, driving Frank's penis deep inside her. It had the desired effect. Frank groaned as he erupted inside her. Misty shifted her attention back to Chance. As Frank withdrew his penis from her, she straddled Chance and guided his cock between her legs. Chance moaned as his cock easily slid into her dripping wet pussy. Misty slowly lowered herself on to him. She knew he was on the edge, and wanted to make it last. 

"I'm not done with you Frank," she said, glancing over her shoulder. That was all the encouragement he need. Frank climbed on the bed and put his arms around her. She felt is half hard cock against her ass, and his hands on her breasts. She had completely engulfed Chance, and was rocking her hips from side to side, watching the expression of ecstasy on his face. Frank began to kiss her on the neck. Misty began to ride up and down on Chance. At first she went slowly, but each time she fucked him, she went a little faster. Frank's cock began to stiffing as her ass rubbed against him. That feeling was back. As she felt Chance fill her and Frank pinch her nipples a spark of pleasure jumped from her pussy to her breasts. Over and over again she impaled her self on Chance, each time pressing her clit against the base of his cock.

Chance strained against the straps. He could not take his eyes off Misty. He watched as she rose up, and the shaft of his penis emerged from her vagina. She hovered with just the tip of his cock spreading the lips of her pussy, then plunged back down on to him. Frank's hands were covering her breasts, with just her nipples poking out from between his fingers. She was holding him right on the edge of exploding. He heard her breathing begin to quicken. He could feel her contract around his cock, and she closed her eyes. She leaned forward, breaking free from Frank's grip on her tits. Frank followed her down. Misty was sandwiched between two naked, horny men.

"I'm ready for you to come inside me" she whispered in his ear. Then she kissed him, invading his mouth with her tongue. She released his orgasm, and it flooded through him and into her. Misty's breasts pressed against his chest and she squeezed the entire length of his cock as it pumped its load into her.

Misty and Frank both rolled to the side. As she lay between them, she untied Chance. For the first time since Fiona had put the idea of a threesome into her head, she felt satisfied. She would not lie naked in her bed, imaging Frank and Chance fucking her. Not for a few days, at least.



The Waitress



Jack was driving and he was in a hell of mood. Road workers who didn't know they were supposed to control the flow of traffic, not stop it dead, diesel prices jumping for no reason, grandma driving at half speed along a long stretch of winding road with no way to pass. It was all happening today. Who wouldn't be in a bad mood? Maybe relaxing over lunch and a coffee would help. There was a good roadhouse up ahead. The cook was really good and Old Ma, the waitress, knew all the regulars and was willing to spread cheer and give good service. He rolled into the roadhouse, pulling into the truck area, mildly surprised to see only a few trucks there. The place was normally crowded.

Headed into the truckies section and found that his day was not improving. Old Ma was not there. Still, the new waitress looked to be in her early twenties, blonde, stacked and altogether easy on the eye, so things could be worse he guessed. On his way to take a table, he stopped for a moment to chat with one of the other truckies there. Asked what had happened to Old Ma and was told that she'd had an accident. Broken hip and would be off for a couple of months. "The cook's niece is lending a hand until she's better. Her names Denise."

Jack grinned. "Easy on the eye, isn't she. What's she like as a waitress?"

Andy looked pointedly around the near empty room. "She does her best, I guess. You'll find she has her own style."

Jack took a seat and waited. And waited. Then waited some more.

Eventually, Denise wandered over to him and took his order. No apology for the long wait, no smile or small talk. A big change from the friendly Old Ma.

More waiting while his order was prepared, but he was used to that. Noted his order being placed ready to be fetched over to him and sat up expectantly. And waited. And waited some more. His dinner was getting cold while she painted her nails or something. Eventually Denise wandered over with his meal and dropped it on the table in front of him. Literally dropped it, from about six inches above the table. 

Jack gritted his teeth, smiled and pointed out politely that she hadn't provided any cutlery, and he was still waiting for his coffee. Watched as the waitress wandered away to fetch these items and then turned his attention to his meal. Or someone's meal. It wasn't what he had ordered.

Looks around for the waitress and she's coming towards him, hot coffee in her hand. He could see the steam rising from the coffee, so she couldn't have screwed that up. He was just starting to mention the incorrect meal when Denise dumped the cutlery in front of him and then dropped his coffee onto the table. Only dropped it a couple of inches maybe, but the results were spectacular. The knife she'd dumped had bounced and was lying right under where she dropped the coffee. The saucer snapped clean in half and tipped the hot coffee all over Jack, his meal, the table and the floor. That is, it would have been all over Jack if he hadn't scooted his chair back fast, cursing under his breath.

"Now look what you've done," complained the waitress. "I'm going to have to clean that up you know. And you'll still have to pay for it because I've already delivered it to you." "I'm a patient man," thought Jack. "Some things you just take in your stride and put up with them. Did I run that old grandma off the road earlier? I did not. Did I abuse those workmen? I did not. Do I have to put up with this idiot waitress? I do not."

Without saying a word, Jack just smiled, reached out, pulled Denise across his lap, tossed up her dress and laid a very large, very hard hand very quickly across her pink polka dotted panties. He heard Denise squeal in shock, and heard chairs scraping back as the other truckies in the room turned to see what was happening. He'd just landed his second spank when he heard Andy say, "Hold it up a second, Jack."

Jack turned a furious face upon Andy. He was in the right mood for a fight and if Andy wanted one he'd be glad to oblige. Andy, he saw, was laughing at him and he heard him say, "If you're going to do something, do it right." Then Andy reached past him, grabbed those pink polka dot panties and pulled them down and off. He then gave a friendly swat to the pretty white bottom on display and headed for the door, stuffing the panties in his pocket as he went. 

Jack glanced down at Denise, still furious with the way she had acted, but before he could resume the spanking he was interrupted again. The other two truckies who'd been in the roadhouse were standing there, and the elder of the two politely pointed out that they'd been there before Jack, so should have first go. While he watched startled, they both gave Denise a hearty smack on the bottom, then waved to Jack and left. 

"It seems to me, Denise, that you have managed to seriously piss off more customers than me," he murmured, ignoring her squealing and struggling. "Now where were we before that interruption?"

Once again his hand came down, and Jack proceeded to give Denise half a dozen good hard swats. He then swung her back to her feet and told her to go and replace the order for his meal, set a new table for him to sit at and then clean up the mess she'd made.

Denise gave him a look designed to kill at fifty paces and bolted into the back room, returning shortly with the Mitch, the cook.

Mitch glared at him. "Jack, Denise says you just assaulted her. Care to tell me what's going on."

Jack looked back at him. "I can do better than that. I can show you. But first of all, where are all your customers, Mitch?"

At the question Mitch looked discomforted. "Damned if I know what's happening, Jack, but since Old Ma had her accident custom has just dropped right off. But let's not change the subject. What about Denise?"

"I wasn't changing the subject, Mitch. This is about Denise," Jack returned. He explained in detail Denise's style of waitressing, and the frustration that had led to him spanking her. "You might take note of the fact that the few truckies that did come here today were only too willing to give her an extra swat of their own. You're a damn fine cook, Mitch, but if we can't get decent service the boys just won't stop here."

Mitch was now looking at Denise in a way that suggested that he might like to join the queue of people who wanted to spank Denise, but just quietly suggested to her that they needed to talk. He turned to Jack and told him he'd cook a fresh meal for him. It wouldn't be long and Denise would be only too happy to make sure that everything went well.

After that, dinner went smoothly, and Jack went on his way a lot happier.

- - -

A couple of weeks later Jack was travelling back in the other direction. It was evening and getting dark fast, so Jack decided to call it a night. He was near Mitch's place. He'd eat there and bed the truck down for the night at the back of the roadhouse. Pulling in he noticed that custom seemed to have recovered as there were a number of trucks parked.

He assumed that Old Ma had returned but no, when he went inside he found it was still Denise, but it would seem that Mitch must have had a very pointed discussion with her, because she was now polite and efficient, friendly without being obsequious. Jack noticed that she gave a small start when she spotted him, and that she kept a wary eye on him all the time he was there, making sure everything went smoothly for him. 

After an enjoyable meal Jack returned to his truck and hopped into the cabin, intending to read and listen to the radio for a while. He was still up, enjoying the quiet night when the lights on the roadhouse were turned off and shortly after he noticed movement and was able to make out Denise leaving by the back door. Where's she going, he idly wondered, and then spotted the car parked in the shadows. He saw the blinkers flash as she unlocked it, and also saw their light reflect off someone who was waiting near the car and moving towards Denise.

Jack hurriedly hopped down and headed over towards Denise, getting there to find the stranger coming on very strongly to Denise, who was trying to push him away. 

"Is there a problem?" he quietly asked.

"Oh, no," said Denise, with relief in her voice. "Roger is an ex-boyfriend, and he's leaving now, aren't you."

"Yes, leaving now," muttered Roger, following up his words with a swift withdrawal.

"Thank you for coming to see if I needed help," said Denise, "but as you can see, no problem."

"Like you say, no problem. But in future you will park in front of the roadhouse under one of the lights there. Tell Mitch to reserve one of those spots for you."

"I can't do that. They're reserved for customers. Staff park here."

"From now on you park in the front. I'll make sure Mitch knows why. He'll agree that I'm right, so don't bother arguing."

"Well, thank you for your assistance." Denise nodded goodbye and turned to get in her car.

"Before you go, if you're not in a hurry, would you like to visit me in my truck and talk for a while," Jack said, slipping his hands into his pockets and moving back a little, not wanting to give Denise the feeling that he was crowding her.

Denise hesitated. "Talk about what?" she asked.

"Oh, this and that. How you like your job. Are you settling into it, what are your plans for the future. Just general things. I've got quite a spacious cabin and a very nice bed in there, too.

"Bed? Are you propositioning me?" Denise demanded, angry. "After what you did the other week? You have got to be seriously kidding me or you have monumental gall."

"Why would I be kidding you?" Jack demanded. "You're really pretty and sexy to look at. I'd love to have you in bed with me, but I didn't say you had to. Just letting you know it's on offer."

"But do you seriously expect me to climb into your cabin for a talk, knowing your real intent is to pull me into your bed?"

Jack considered this for a moment, then nodded. "Yes."

"You're nuts. Why on earth would you think I'd agree?"

"Why not? I'm a regular customer, a nice guy and I'm a good tipper. Why can't you get to know me a little better."

"Getting to know you is one thing. Hopping into your bed is another. And are you trying to tell me that the spanking was a tip?"

Jack waved that off. "Forget that. You earned that for bad service and it's behind us. I said I tip for good service. Left you a reasonable one tonight, didn't I? Anyway, you could consider hopping into my truck for a talk as an extension of your waitress work."

"How do you work that out?"

"Easy. You give me good service and I'll leave a good tip."

Denise was intrigued. "How good a tip?"

"How good will the service be?"

Denise was dithering slightly, knowing she should get in her car and leave, but reluctant to end this odd conversation. "Umm. Ahh. I don't really do that sort of thing, you know."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No. I mean, it's none of your business," she snapped.

"Then you won't really be doing something new to you. Just doing it with someone new. If you're not on the pill I do have condoms in the truck, so you will be safe," Jack said persuasively. 

Denise found herself to be confused. Did she dare? "I'm not sure," she sighed. "It seems strange to be propositioned like this."

"I guess I'm a bit blunt when it comes to talking," Jack said. "I tend to just say what I want and you're what I want. Felt I had to give you a chance to say yes or no. I want you to say yes of course, but there'll be no hard feeling if you don't."

"I don't know. I feel I shouldn't," returned Denise.

Jack smiled. "If you feel you shouldn't, that means you want to, but are wondering if it's the right thing to do. And it is. We'd just be consenting adults enjoying some time together."

Denise gave him a wry smile. "Maybe, but saying you'll tip makes me feel you're buying me. And I couldn't for money."

Jack was indignant. "No such thing. A tip is just an expression of gratitude for a job well performed, like the spanking was an expression of displeasure at poor service."

Denise bit her lip. She felt she shouldn't, but she could use some extra money, and he had left a nice tip earlier. 

"Tell you what," said Jack. "Hop up in the truck with me and we'll discuss it there. That's not committing you to anything. You can hop down anytime you want to."

"You won't just grab me or make a heavy pass once we're up there?" she asked, a trifle suspicious.

"Of course not. We're all alone here and I haven't tried to grab you have I? Come on," Jack turned and started slowly back to his truck.

Denise chewed even more frantically on her lip, and then hurried after him. They reached the truck and Jack helped her up before crossing to the other side and ascending himself.

Denise looked around. "The cabins really quite large, isn't it. The seats seem large enough for two people." Chatting to cover her nervousness, she continued to look the cabin over. "Where is the bed you mentioned?" she asked curiously. There doesn't seem room for one. Do the seats convert?"

"No. It's up there, on that ledge," Jack said, indicating the sleeping cubicle at the back of the cabin.

Denise felt herself relaxing as soon as she saw it. It might be a comfortable bed up there, but no way was it going to fit two. She was surprised that Jack could fit into that narrow space, let alone expect to have a guest.

Jack didn't bring any pressure to bear on Denise. He just relaxed and started to talk, asking about her job and how she was doing. Pointed out that her waitressing had improved dramatically since the first time he saw her. How had she managed that little trick, he wanted to know.

"After that little contretemps with you," she said, "and don't think I've forgotten or forgiven, Mitch spent half the afternoon yelling at me, then the next day he dragged me around to see Old Ma, and she spent a few hours outlining my shortcomings and what I should do to improve them. It was a bit embarrassing, but Mitch's threat ensured that I'd pay attention and listen. So I did and I tried to work the way Old Ma told me to and I think I'm doing OK now. My tips are a lot better, anyway, and custom is picking up again."

"What was this threat that Mitch held over you. Was he going to fire you," asked Jack, curious.

"Ha! Fat chance. Mum wouldn't let him," she laughed. "No. He said that you'd be back this way soon and that he'd let you explain to me why my waitressing was no good. So I listened to what Old Ma said. But that reminds me. I want my panties back. You had no right to take them."

Jack grinned. "I didn't. If you'll cast your mind back, you'll realise one of the others did that."

"Oh," she said in a small voice. "There were others there. I'd forgotten that. And you all took turns ogling my bottom," she added in a frustrated voice. 

"Not really. They were only too happy to leave everything to me. They decided discretion was the better part of valour and they were out of there. The only one ogling your pretty bottom was me, and that was only to make sure it got an even tan."

"It wasn't funny," Denise protested. "It was humiliating and painful."

"But if you look back at it, it was also funny. If it had been a normal day for me I wouldn't have dreamed of spanking you, but you were the last in a long line of irritations, and one I could do something about, so I did. But you have to laugh, really. Did you think at the start of the day that you'd be spending lunch bent across a stranger's knee, getting your bare bottom spanked in public?"

Denise giggled, and slapped at his arm. "Of course I didn't. I still find it hard to believe that it actually happened."

"Well, pretend it didn't and to show that I'm forgiven come over here and give me a little kiss."

Denise glanced at where Jack sat behind the wheel. "I would," she said sweetly, "but there doesn't seem to be enough room for both of us there." She sighed and gave a little shrug, a mock look of regret on her face.

Jack smiled. "Don't let that worry you, sweetheart," he said, flicking a couple of levers. Before Denise's startled eyes, the steering wheel folded down and under the dash, while the driver's seat slid back another six inches. "Plenty of room now," he added, and before she really understood what was happening he'd reached over, picked her up, and installed her on his knee.

Denise glared at him, a trifle irritated to be outplayed so easily. Then she smiled. "OK. You got me. But a few kisses only. I haven't agreed to anything else," she warned.

Jack just tilted her head back slightly and lowered his own. The few kisses started slowly, but soon grew deeper and longer as they tasted and teased each other. Denise felt Jacks hands wandering lightly over her, tensing slightly as they brushed her breasts then relaxing as they wandered on without trying to claim them. 

Jack continued to distract Denise with his lips while his hands started to wander further afield. He gently stroked her knee, before letting his hand wander slowly along her leg, slipping up and under her dress. He felt her legs tighten slightly, hinting far enough, thank you, and stilled his hand for a moment. Then gently withdrawing from the inside of her leg, he let his finger run up the front and outer side of her thighs, before drifting in above her panty line.

His hand drifted down across the front of her panties, not trying to reach between her legs or to capture her mound, just caressing lightly across the top of her mound. He drew back for a moment and looked at Denise, who was looking back, a bit startled and nervous. He wasn't lunging to grope at her, but his hands were a little too close for comfort, but definitely close enough to stir up a little excitement. 

Denise felt Jack slip a finger under the edge of her panties leg, but he didn't seem interest in touching her, just pulling her panties slightly away from her body as he traced the edge of the panties leg. She felt him let go again, feeling her panties snap back into place. She relaxed again, letting Jack start to kiss her again.

Jack also relaxed. He realised that Denise hadn't realised that when tugging on her panties he had also gently moved them sidewards, so that he had effectively tucked them to the side of her mound, leaving it bare and available for his touch.

He traced his hand lightly back up her body, brushing her breasts again, this time lingering and gently squeezing them. He could feel Denise breathing a little harder as she turned slightly, letting his hand capture her breast more easily. He played with it lightly for a while, feeling a slightly increased tension in Denise, and then let his hand slip away again.

Denise felt Jack's hand drift back to her knee, and then start running slowly back up her leg, dipping under her dress again, but not trying to slip between her thighs, just running it lightly and teasingly up her outer leg until it reached the edge of her panties. Happy to have him touch her and not trying to dive under her panties, she let his fingers trace along the panties line, not really believing what was happening when it dawned on her that he was fondling her pussy, his fingers tracing along the inner edge of her lips, gently pressing as he went, with no panties to prevent him. "How," she thought, "did he do that?" Her hand dropped down to stop him, but she found to her shock that instead of stopping his hand she was just holding it in place, enjoying the feel of it.

Jack watched Denise as she moved her head back slightly to look at him. She was flushed and breathing harder and her excitement showed.

"What did you do to me?" she asked.

Jack smiled and moved his hand so that he could tug the hem of her dress up, showing how he had slipped her panties to one side, freeing her pussy to his intrusive explorations. Even as she watched his hand dipped back down and she gasped as she saw and felt his finger slip between her folds to caress the inner flesh. 




The Waitress



Jack then reached back to her panties waist, hooking his fingers beneath them. "It'll be easier like this," he said, sliding them down, and while giving her time to object he had slipped them completely off before Denise could gather her thoughts.

Her dress fell back into place, hiding her body and his hands from her site, but not preventing the gentle marauding that was taking place. She was being conquered before she even realised that a contest was taking place. "You should stop that," she hissed. "I haven't said you can touch me like that."

"You haven't said I can't either," came a gentle reminder, and she found he was kissing her again. "OK, so I'll tell him to stop shortly, she thought.

After a while that seemed to last an age, Denise found those fingers and their terrible touches drifting away from her quivering and sensitive pussy, drifting back up to cup her breasts, that were also suddenly feeling sensitive and yearning for a touch. "This is no good," she heard Jack murmur. "Hold still for a moment." She found a tug freed her dress from under her bottom, and then it was being lifted, up and over her head and tossed to the side, followed quickly by her bra. Naked now, she felt herself being drawn back against him, while his head descended onto her breasts, gently suckling and kissing them, satisfying that yearning that she had felt there, while those fingers, she realised were creeping back down there to wreak more havoc. 

Denise could hear herself moaning and babbling slightly, as Jack tormented her, slowly driving her to the edge of she knew not what. She took a deep breath and pushed Jack firmly away. "This has to stop," she said, "and stop now."

"OK," said Jack agreeably, leaning a bit further away from her.

"OK?" she gasped. "You're not going to try to make me go further?"

"No. You've said stop, so I guess I have no choice," sighed Jack.

"But you've got an erection," she accused. "I can feel it."

"Well yes, of course, I have. I want you, badly."

"Then why aren't you trying harder to make me?"

"Born gentleman, I guess," Jack said with a smile. "I can control myself. I could even enter you and then withdraw if you told me to."

Denise was shocked. "I don't believe that for a moment."

"It's true," said Jack with a small laugh, "but I can't prove it because you would have to let me enter you first and you said that's not happening.

Denise stared at him, intrigued. "Could he?" she wondered. There was only one way to find out she realised, and bit her lip. 

"That lip is getting a lot of chewing tonight," observed Jack.

"You couldn't, could you?" Denise asked, feeling her stomach squirm at what she was about to do.

Jack just shrugged and waited for her to continue.

"Just in, and then out as soon as I tell you?" she pressed.

Jack nodded once in agreement, and as Denise watched he undid his trousers and took them down, showing her what she knew had been there but had been too nervous to touch.

"How are you going to do this?" she asked, appalled at what she had suddenly agreed to. Even while she was quietly asking him, a little voice inside was shouting "What are you doing? See the size of that thing. And he's going to stick it in you," while another little voice was answering "I know. Isn't it great."

Jack carefully twisted Denise around so that she was straddling him, facing him, the slit of her pussy pressed firmly against his rigid cock. His hand slid around her bottom cheeks, gently lifting her up and towards him, until she suddenly felt his cock slide under her, the head now pressing firmly against her. He held her like that for a moment, then she heard him telling her to part her lips for him. Denise felt as though she was watching someone else move as her hand dipped between her legs, felt his cock and traced slowly to the top, feeling where his head was pressing against her lips. Her hands gently moved her lips apart, stretching them until she felt that head surge up slightly, slipping into the space she'd made. Her hand withdrew and she could feel her body closing over this intruder.

With initial entry gained, Jack placed his hands on Denise's shoulders, forcing her slowly down while at the same time pushing up to meet her. He pressed firmly in, feeling her shudder with relief as his erection finally found its home within her, taking possession and filling her consciousness with its presence. Leaving her sitting there, neatly skewered and unwilling to move, he moved his hands to her breasts and started gently playing them, musical instruments that he could draw sweet music out of.

Denise sat there, straddling Jack, with his cock rearing up and into her. She waited for him to withdraw, not wanting him to, but knowing he would. Waited, feeling his fingers moving against her breasts, adding to the sensations already flooding her. Opened her mouth to speak, but finding his in the way, and let the kisses keep her quiet.

Restless, sitting there feeling this erection doing things to her, feeling it throbbing within her, agitating her nerves, bringing pleasure, but not enough pleasure. She twisted slightly, rubbing against it, gasping at the extra sensations. Rubbed some more, bouncing a little now, relishing those little ripples of feeling. She could now feel Jack adding his own movements, pressing deeper into her, his thrusts aligning with her bounces. She could feel his mouth ravaging hers, his fingers raising torments of delight with her breasts but most of all his cock, surging through her tender flesh, beating against her, something live inside her, having its own way within her.

Jack could feel the tension rising within him. "If she tried to stop him now," he thought, "not a jury in the world would convict." Thrusting up, climax screaming towards him, then feeling the explosive release as his seed surged forth into her. Feeling the answering release as she closed around him, seeking all of him, demanding all of him. 

Coming back to earth, feeling the world settle around him, the aftermath of pleasure leaving him lethargic and relaxed. Denise, relaxing, settling down into Jack's lap, wondering what on earth had possessed her, but not really caring. Two minds without a thought between them. And then, suddenly, two minds with two different thoughts.

"Oh, fuck," said Jack. "We forgot the condom." 

"I'm on the pill," snapped Denise. "You said straight in and then out."

"Not quite, sweetheart," soothed Jack. "I said straight in and then out as soon as you said. I'm still waiting for the word."

Denise blinked. He was right. What's more he was still within her. She smiled. If he was waiting for her to ask him to withdraw, he could damn well wait a bit longer. 

"Well," she said, "you also said you were going to take me to bed. Not just bounce me on a chair."

Jack grinned, then reached up and pulled the catch next to the bed cubicle. Denise saw the space that she thought was the bed fold forward and down, opening up to reveal a proper bed. "Never say I deceived you," said Jack. "Shall we transfer there for dessert?" 



The Waitress



And so, I begin the last part of today's assignment: Writing it all down.

I switch on my computer and recall today's events. I'm still excited, my cock raw and swollen inside my pants.

Every detail, Heinrich always says – and I know what kind of details he means. Apparently, he keeps the records of our exploits and reads them back from time to time. I wonder: Does he masturbate to them?

God knows I might.

---

Once again, Heinrich had chosen both the place and the object of his desire: A young waitress at a local diner. Both he and Patrick had checked in on the place several times to figure out a plan.

They settled on today at 11 PM – the waitress would be working, and the morning rush would be over, allowing us to work in relative quiet. Not that anyone usually dared intervene, once we were at it.

Heinrich drove up outside my house at 10:30. Patrick the cop was already in the backseat, in his police uniform, grinning manically. Of course, Heinrich was his usual quiet and sombre self.

I got in next to Patrick, who shook my hand.

"I hear it's a blonde again this time," he said. "You do like them blonde, don't you, Heinrich?"

Heinrich just nodded slowly, and we drove off.

The diner was a truck stop just a few miles outside the town. There were only a few cars outside. As we pulled in to the car park, Heinrich turned to us and said:

"Let's get going. I'm so horny, I can't wait."

We got out of the car, and Patrick gave a mock salute:

"Anything you say, sir."

He checked his belt for handcuffs and nightstick. Then he adjusted his cap and his tie. I followed the two of them into the diner.

The place was almost empty. There were only two other customers. One was a well-dressed woman in her forties wearing a big hat and sunglasses – she was reading a book and sipping a coke. The other was a little white-haired elderly man drinking coffee.

We sat down at a table near the window – and after a few minutes, I had my first glimpse of the waitress.

She was young and blonde, pretty in an innocent way – and quite petite. With Heinrich being six foot five, there is something slightly twisted about his taste for small, frail-looking girls. I almost squirmed in my seat at the thought of the fate that was in store for her.

But of course, it also turned me on. I felt my cock slowly swelling in my pants.

The waitress poured the old man another cup of coffee, then came over to our table.

"Hello", she said, flashing a charming smile. 

And looking at Patrick, she added: "And hello to you, officer. What can I do for you three gentlemen?"

Heinrich just sat there, calmly looking her over. 

As usual, Patrick broke the silence.

"Well, you see, miss. I'm actually here on police business. Can you step a little closer?"

"Sure," the waitress said and bent over the table towards him.

Patrick grabbed her right wrist – I grabbed the left – and together we pulled her towards us. She fell on to the table, face down. Then Patrick and I turned her over on her back, pinning her wrists to the tabletop.

The waitress struggled and kicked helplessly.

"Wait! No!" she screamed.

The woman and the elderly man turned their heads to look at our table. The manager came from the kitchen and stood in the middle of the room, hesitating. Holding the girl's wrist down with one hand, Patrick flashed his police badge with the other.

"Police business!" he shouted. "Nobody move!"

The manager swiftly disappeared into the kitchen. Patrick bent down over the waitress and whispered:

"And that goes for you, too, miss."

"What...?" she sobbed. "What are you going to do to me?"

Patrick grinned.

"Well, what do you think?"

Swiftly, he lifted up her short skirt and slipped his hand inside her panties.

"No!" she gasped.

I could see Patrick's hand was already moving rhythmically, massaging the waitress' clit – masturbating her. I grabbed both her wrists, pinning her down, while he went to work on her.

She squirmed, moaning. I could tell Patrick had pushed one or two fingers into her pussy and was now thrusting them in and out of her. Grinning, he slipped them out of her slit, sucked the juices off them and pushed them back in again.

"Oh God..."she whispered.

Patrick took out his handcuffs and threw them to me. I quickly handcuffed the waitress. She stared at me, eyes wide open, while Patrick resumed fucking her with his fingers.

I bent over her and unbuttoned her shirt. Her breasts weren't huge, but still quite big for a girl her size – and beautifully shaped. I grabbed one breast with each hand, kneading them hard. Then I sucked greedily at her right nipple. I bit hard into it, making her squeal.

"Ah!"

I put my mouth on her left breast instead, sucking hard - and then bit down again.

"Ow!"

Patrick's hand was still thrusting rhythmically between her legs. But finally, he took the time to pull off her panties, giving all of us our first glimpse of her pussy. It was beautiful: Neatly trimmed, her soft pink labia glistening with juice.

"You know, miss," Patrick said softly, "it's for your own good. We're going to have to teach you a lesson."

He pulled out his nightstick and placed the tip on the waitress' clit. She stared at it, confused. But of course, Patrick's is no ordinary nightstick – it has been specially adapted for our use.

Patrick found the switch and turned it on, making the nightstick vibrate with a loud buzzing noise. The girl struggled on the tabletop, pulling at the handcuffs, making them jingle.

"Nooo!" she cried.

Grinning, Patrick pushed the buzzing rubber device in between her labia, letting it penetrate her flesh. As he pulled it out slightly, it glistened from her juices. Then he pushed it back in – and out – and in. The waitress squirmed on the tabletop.

"Stop it, " she gasped, "stop it."

All the while Heinrich had sat silently on his chair, watching.

"Make her come," he said calmly.

Nodding, Patrick redoubled his efforts – thrusting the buzzing nightstick in and out of the girl's pussy.

I looked over at the other guests. The well-dressed woman was watching. Her right hand had disappeared under the table, and I saw her right arm moving in a well-known rhythm. She was masturbating. Apparently, the sight of us abusing the waitress turned her on so much, she had to touch herself.

And what about the old man? He wasn't staring quite as obviously, but he, too, seemed to have his hand under the table, probably stroking his old, wizened cock.

I loved it. It was as if the whole diner was in heat.

The waitress squirmed on the table, the vibrating nightstick driving her nearer and nearer to orgasm. I grabbed her shoulders, holding her down. Patrick's eyes glowed with lust, as he drove the rubber toy in and out of her slippery pussy.

"Come on," he urged. "Don't fight it."

And finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. Arching her back, the waitress let out a scream of ecstasy.

"Aaah! Aaah!"

She thrashed about in her climax – I had to use force to keep her from falling off the table. She had her mouth wide open, gasping for breath, her face radiant from her climax. I find that women are at their most beautiful in the throes of orgasm – and watching the waitress come, I felt my cock growing long and hard inside my pants.

Patrick pulled the nightstick from her pussy and put it to her lips.

"Lick it," he said. "Taste your own juice."

The waitress closed her eyes, and obediently licked her own liquids from the glistening rod.

I unbuckled my belt and zipped down my fly. My erect cock stood out, twitching with excitement.

"Okay," I said. "I'm ready for her now."

Looking at my cock, the waitress gasped and pulled at the handcuffs, making them jingle. Patrick moved away, letting me assume the position between her legs.

I squatted down to taste her pussy. Placing my mouth on her labia, I pushed my tongue deep into her crevice.

"Ohhh..." she whispered.

I started thrusting my tongue in and out of her succulent pussy – fucking her with it, tasting the sweet spiciness of her love juice. She moaned with pleasure. I turned my head from side to side between her legs, exploring every inch of her flesh with my fat tongue. Then I grabbed my cock with my fist and began masturbating.

"C'mon," Patrick said. "Give her your cock now. Fuck her!"

I stood up, my stiff cock pointing almost straight up.

"Spread your legs," I said. "Spread them wide."

I looked around the diner. The well-dressed woman looked flushed. She was breathing harder, her hands massaging her clit in a fast, relentless rhythm. The elderly man, too, was obviously masturbating, but slowly, intently – his eyes fixed on the waitress' pussy. Good to see they were enjoying the show.

Heinrich still just sat there, watching, his face an inscrutable mask.

I looked the waitress in the eyes as I grabbed my cock, forcing it down towards her pussy. I slipped the thick, swollen head inside, held it still for a second, then moved slightly in and out, in and out.

"Mmm," she purred.

I grabbed her hips and plunged full force into her pussy, burying the entire shaft inside her slippery flesh.

"Aaah!" she cried.

"Yeah!" Patrick said. "Like that! Again!"

I pulled my cock almost all the way out, froze for a few seconds, then thrust it back in as hard as before.

"Aaah!"

Again and again I impaled her tender slit with my stiff, swollen cock. She cried out loud with every stroke.

"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!"

Her juices flowed abundantly, lubricating my rigid shaft. I increased my pace, fucking her in a hard, steady rhythm. She moaned loudly, pulling at the jingling handcuffs.

Heinrich had stood up, his cock visibly swelling beneath the fabric of his pants. I knew how much he loved watching his intended victim fucked by another man. 

My cock swelled and throbbed, dangerously close to ejaculating. I placed my thumb over the waitress' little pink clit, massaging it vigorously as I kept fucking her.

"Ah!" she gasped.

"Yeah!" Patrick said. "Make her come again!"

He zipped down, freeing his erect cock – slender and curvy – then took it in his hand and began masturbating.

I drove my cock deeper into the waitress' pussy, burying it over and over, still playing with her clit. She began breathing faster, staring at me, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Ohmigod," she gasped. "Ohmigod."

"Yeah," I grunted. "Come on. Come all over my cock."

"Aaah!" she screamed, as she came again. "Aaah!"

I felt her pussy clenching my cock, as she thrust her pelvis towards me, letting me enter even deeper. She lay limp on the table, savouring her climax, her juices gushed over my shaft.

"My turn!" Patrick said.

I pulled out of the waitress' pussy, my cock dripping juices all over the floor. As Patrick assumed the position between her legs, he took a small bottle from his belt and poured lubricant over his cock. Then he poured it over two fingers and drove them into the waitress' ass.

"No!" she gasped. "No, please"

She tried to get up from the table, but I pushed her back and held her down with both hands. My erect cock twitched, still wet and glistening. Patrick guided his cock towards her anus.

"Nooo!" she whimpered.

Grinning viciously, Patrick spread her ass-cheeks and pushed the head of his cock inside her rectum. Then he slowly pushed forwards, impaling her ass with his cock.

"Yeah..." he gasped.

He started fucking her ass at a frantic pace – stretching her tiny hole with every brutal thrust. I held her down with one hand, stroking my cock with the other. A few drops of clear liquid seeped from its tip, wetting my fingers.

Looking out over the diner, I saw the well-dressed woman shiver visibly, grabbing her breast with her free hand. I felt pretty sure she was having an orgasm watching us. The elderly man was masturbating at an even slower pace, staring at Patrick's cock penetrating the waitress' ass.

Heinrich unzipped and pulled off his trousers. Then he pulled off his t-shirt and stood naked by the table. The waitress stared in disbelief at his cock: Even in its semi-erect state, it was already unusually long and incredibly thick.

Patrick's cock flew in and out of the waitress' ass at an amazing speed. She whimpered and sobbed, her cuffed hands limp on the table. Excited as hell, I masturbated at the sight, my cock throbbing and swelling in my hand.

Heinrich grabbed his cock and started masturbating, too. As he stroked it firmly, it rose to a full erection. Its head swelled, bluish in colour, the veins clearly visible beneath the skin of the shaft. 

"That's it," he said. "Let me have her."

Reluctantly, Patrick pulled out of the waitress' ass, his lubricated cock red and twitching. This was always the worst part of Heinrich's scenario: We were never allowed to come before he did. I had been dying to spurt my load inside the waitress' cunt, and I knew Patrick must be feeling the same.

Patrick stepped aside, his cock jerking spasmodically, and let Heinrich assume the position between the waitress' legs. She stared in horror at his gigantic tool.

"No..." she whispered. "Please, no."

All three of us were masturbating now, stroking our excited cocks at the sight of the little waitress, handcuffed and squirming on the table. Patrick bent down and whispered in her ear:

"Yeah – that's one hell of a cock, isn't it? And he's going to fuck you with that. I can't wait to see your sweet little pussy stretching around that big, fat cock."

Heinrich was breathing hard. His massive cock twitched with excitement. In fact, he was so excited that little globs of semen were already oozing out of the tip, slowly running down the shaft.

Grunting with lust, he grabbed his cock in his fist and forced it downwards. Then he gently placed its swollen head against the waitress' labia. Helpless, she bit her lip as he pushed forwards.

"Mmm," she moaned.

I watched the head of Heinrich's cock disappear into her pussy. He applied more force – and gradually her pink, wet pussy lips yielded. Inch by inch he squeezed the entire massive shaft into her stretching hole.

"Ohmigod!" she whimpered. "Ohmigod!"

Patrick and I were still masturbating, but Heinrich held still, savouring the sensation of the soft pussy wrapped tightly around his swollen cock. Finally, he started moving his hips back and forth, his thick shaft sliding slowly in and out of her stretching hole. He cupped his big hands under her fine little ass, pulling her towards him, then away. We watched his cock get more wet and slippery with every stroke.

Dizzy with lust, I stood next to the waitress' face and pressed my cock against her lips. As she opened her mouth, I pushed it in. I felt her soft, wet tongue lapping at its head as she sucked it. Grabbing the back of her neck, I thrust my hard cock in and out of her mouth.

"Uhhh," I grunted. "Yeah, that's it. Suck my cock."

Heinrich gradually increased his pace. Apparently, the waitress' pussy had relaxed, and he was no longer straining just to move his cock inside her clutching flesh. Wet and slick, he slid his massive tool back and forth with ease. 

He lifted up her legs and placed her ankles on his shoulders, allowing him to enter from above and thrust into her in a downwards angle. The entire length of his veined shaft appeared and disappeared with each stroke, plunging deeper and deeper into her tender cunt.

She was trembling now. Heinrich was driving her towards yet another orgasm.

I, too, was about to come in her mouth. In fact, I was straining to hold back my climax. But I knew I had to. Heinrich always insisted on hearing his victims come. I pulled out of her mouth, my twitching cock dripping wet with her saliva.

"Ohhh..." she moaned. "Ohhh..."

Heinrich thrust full force into her slit from above. Hard and slick, he forced fat cock into her again and again. He was sweating now, drops of perspiration dripping onto her face, her breasts, her belly.

The waitress thrashed about on the table, as she came. Her hands pulled frantically at the jingling handcuffs.

"Aaah!" she screamed. "Aaah!"

Heinrich kept pumping his cock into her, brutally, relentlessly. In the throes of ecstasy, she even thrust her pelvis up against his, letting him penetrate her even deeper. Then, slowly, her climax subsided, and she just rested on the table, gasping and whimpering, as Heinrich kept plunging into her pussy.

Clear fluid oozed from the tip of my cock – I could hardly hold back any longer. Grunting with lust, I once more forced my cock in between the waitress' lips. And feeling the soft wetness of her mouth sucking me in, I surrendered.

"Ahhh, fuck!" I cried as I came. "Yeah!"

My cock jerked spasmodically, as I felt it spurting the first jet of semen into her throat. I trembled with pleasure as one powerful contraction after another squeezed the spunk from my cock into her eagerly sucking mouth. She swallowed gulp after gulp of my piping hot semen.

Patrick was masturbating at the sight, his face red.

"Over here," he gasped. "Aaah!"

The waitress turned her head, but it was too late: Clenched in his fist, Patrick's cock had already begun to ejaculate. He roared like a beast, as spurts of semen flew several feet through the air, landing in the waitress' open mouth – some drops hitting her cheeks and her chin. Thick, white drops dribbled down her face and onto the table.

Heinrich was still fucking the waitress with incredible force, driving his bone-hard shaft into her tender slit again and again. Her mouth and eyes were wide open.

"Ohhh..." she cried. "Ohhh..."

"Yes!" Patrick said, semen dripping from his still erect cock. "Again! Make her come again!"

Heinrich was mad with lust now, muttering unintelligible noises as his cock hammered into the little waitress' pussy, driving her to yet another climax.

"Ohmigod!" she gasped. "Aaah!"

She thrashed about on the table, as the orgasm hit her. Patrick and I grabbed her arms, holding her down. She whimpered loudly, shivering in ecstasy. Wet and slick, Heinrich's massive cock kept thrusting in and out of her sweet little crevice.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. Roaring like a beast, he slipped his gigantic cock from the waitress' pussy and grabbed it in his fist. He didn't have to stroke it – he just held it, its huge, bluish head, swelling and throbbing, until finally...

"Unnnh!" he yelled. "Unnnh!"

A long jet of spunk shot from Heinrich's cock with amazing force, spattering the waitress' sweaty skin with hot, white globs. His cock fired again. And again, jerking wildly in his trembling fist. He grunted with pleasure with every spurt, his eyes wide open, but glazed over. We all stared at him in amazement, as his ejaculation seemed to go on forever. 

I looked around the diner. The elderly man was trembling, too – and I saw spurts of white semen shooting out from under his table. He, too, had finally brought himself to orgasm.

As for the well-dressed woman, she was now crouched over the table, her mouth wide open, gasping. No doubt she was watching us through her dark sunglasses. One hand was still between her legs, obviously masturbating – with the other she had unbuttoned her dress, and was now shamelessly kneading her naked breast. She seemed to be climaxing again – I wonder how many orgasms she'd had while watching us?

By now, Heinrich's ejaculation had subsided. The waitress lay on the table, still gasping for breath, spattered by his bountiful spunk. He just stood there, holding his softening cock in his fist. With a violent motion, he shook off a few more drops of semen. Then, without a word, he zipped up his pants and looked over at Patrick and me.

"I guess we're done now," he said calmly.

I nodded.

"Right," I said. "Let's untie her then."




The Waitress



"Ah, not just yet," Patrick said. "I have some boys down at the station who'd just love to meet her, I'm sure..."

"No..." the waitress gasped, pulling at the handcuffs.

"Do what you have to do," Heinrich said. "We're leaving."

Patrick pulled out his cell phone and made the call.

"Yes," he said. "I have a situation here. And I need backup."

"Nooo!" the waitress cried. "Nooo!"

Heinrich and I walked out. The elderly man was staggering to his feet, about to leave as well. But the well-dressed woman – after who knows how many orgasms – still sat there, her gaze fixed on the bound waitress on the table. Except, as we passed, she handed Heinrich a piece of paper.

"Can I have your autograph?" she asked.

Heinrich shrugged and signed. The woman looked at his signature, star struck.

"Oh, thank you," she said. "Thank you. And here..."

She passed him a business card.

"Here's my home address," she said. "I won't lock the door."

Heinrich grunted, turned, and walked away. I followed him to the car.

"You drive," he said, and we drove off.

He sat silently for several minutes.

"When will you be finished?" he finally asked.

"With the story?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Um - tonight, I guess."

"Okay," he said. "Because I really want to read this one."

"Yeah?" I said. "It was that good, huh?"

"It was amazing," he said sombrely. "Such a pretty young girl. And what a sweet pussy. Feeling that wrapped around my cock, so soft and wet... Wait. Pull over."

I stopped at the side of the road. Heinrich jumped from the passenger seat and stood with his back to the car. I could tell he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He stroked it a couple of time, then threw his head back.

"Yeahhh..." he groaned.

Heinrich ejaculated, his semen erupting in powerful spurts over the grass and the asphalt next to the road. He kept stroking, emptying himself. Finally, he zipped up and got back in the car.

"Sorry," he said.

We drove off.

"... but she just turned me on," Heinrich said after a while. "So much.

I nodded.

"So," he added. "If you can have it finished by tonight, that would be great."

"I'll do my best," I said.

---

And so – mission accomplished. An account of the events as they occurred – available for anyone to read.

I read through the text again, correcting a few errors on the way. My cock grows hard as I recall every sight, every sensation. The feeling of the waitress' soft, moist pussy wrapped around my cock as I fucked her. The sight of Heinrich's massive cock ramming into her, making her scream with pleasure.

I zip down my pants and my erect cock springs out. I grab it firmly in my hand and masturbate slowly, as I read the story once again.

And finally I feel my cock swelling in my fist, throbbing as it starts to ejaculate. I throw my head back, grunting like a beast. Spurt after spurt of hot semen shoots from my cock onto the floor. I keep masturbating, emptying myself. My balls contract, almost painfully, until finally, my ejaculation subsides.

What can I say, Heinrich? Always a pleasure. Feel free to call me another time.

And to all you women out there: Remember – you could be next.