1 comments/ 186558 views/ 11 favorites Earl's Ch. 1 By: bospup I took a bus away from my new foster home, away from the overly zealous couple with 4 screaming kids at home. They “expect me to help out”, hell no. I wasn’t gonna waste my life slaving after those brats, they could just go back to the agency and get themselves another sucker. So I was headed out on my own at the ripe old age of 19. The bus took me to a small town on the outskirts of.. does it matter? I just wanted a place to stay, something to eat – which probably requires a job of some sort. I walked the streets trying to find a place that would hire me. After trying a grocery store, a clothing store, and a candy store, I found a shabby little restaurant called Earl’s. I walked in. I walked up to the bar where a tall skinny man wearing a dirty smock was drying some glasses. He eyed me up and down with narrow eyes. “What can I do ya?” -          I was hoping for a job. -          Well.. kinda young aintcha? -          I’m 19. I’ve left home. I really need a job. And a place I can stay if you know of one… -          Hm…. I’ll give you a try. You could come on with me home, my wife and I, we have a spare bedroom. Don’t got any kids. Of course, you’ll get a lil bit taken out of your paycheck.. -          Great! Sounds perfect! Thank you so much. -          Just for now. We’ll have to see how ya do.. Go sit over there while I finish up. -          Ok. Should I help? -          No, no. I’m all but done. -          K. What’s your name? -          Earl. Yours? -          Cherry. -          Nice. Cherry. Like the sound of that. Jenny, you can get up now. Go on home. It was then that I realized Earl wasn’t alone behind the counter. A blond girl came up, wiping her lips. Imagining what had been going on made a deep blush come up on my cheeks. Without a word, she was gone. I never saw her again after that night, never asked Earl either. Thus started my employment with Earl. Two weeks later, I was a veteran. I had the menu memorized, waited tables, made drinks, even cooked a few things. And as far as homelife went, there wasn’t any discomfort at all. Earl and his wife pretty much left me on my own, just like I was renting my own apartment. Except for the meals that they insisted on my joining. Just one little thing was a bit uncomfortable. Sometimes before or after me and Earl leave for work, Earl would cash in on his wife’s “womanly duties”. Being in the room next door, it was hard not to hear. -          Oh Earl. I got a headache. -          Uhn. It’ll be over in a minute. I’ll make it real quick. -          Please Earl… (mmph!) (sounds of headboard banging and squeaking mattress) Then he would come out and yell for me and we’d leave for work. It was not a bad life. One night after the bar was closed and everyone had gone home, we were cleaning up the place. Earl was washing dishes and I cleaned the tables. All done, I came into the kitchen, waiting for Earl to finish up. -          Man, the tables were a mess tonight. People are so fucking dirty. -          Aw Cherry, sometimes people can’t help being dirty. Look at Earl here. He looks at you teeterin’ about in your short skirts and big ole tits that’s just waiting to be grabbed – I can’t help but think dirty thoughts about you. He dried his hands on his smock and walked over to me as I backed away, shocked and embarrassed. He caught me around the waist and moved his head around as if to smell my neck, my breasts. -          Did I ever tell you? Sometimes when I’m doin’ my wife, I’m thinkin’ bout you. Cherry… Your name gives me a boner. See? He ground his hips into mine, making me feel a hardness at his crotch. I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t let go of my waist. -          Now, stop that! He started kissing my neck, rubbing his hands all over my rear as I struggled to get out of his grasp. Finally he let me go. -          Dammit! I don’t know if you know this, but when you signed on here, you signed a contract. Since its your first job, you might not know this, but since I’m the boss, once you signed that contract, your ass is mine, whether to fuck or to work like a horse. -          I never heard of such a thing. -          Don’t you remember that blond girl that used to work here? I remembered the night I had come asking for a job. I blushed at the mention. -          Yes, she was blowing me that night. You kno why? Not because she’s in love with me, its because I’m the boss and I told her to. Now, you know what to do if I tell you to right? I was still skeptical. But I was very naïve back then. And I really needed this job. I was hoping to save up enough money to go to California. So I dropped to my knees. -          That’s better. Unzipping his fly, Earl let out his hard on waving it in front of my face. I felt the warmth of it before it even touched my lips. I felt his hand pet my hair as I opened my mouth to let him in. It wasn’t my first time giving a guy a blow job. I had done it to a couple boys at the foster home. And my cherry had long since been broken by the older of them. I let him push on my head, making me choke on his cock. I felt it gliding into my throat as he rubbed my nose into his coarse pubic hairs. Finally, he began to cum, jetting streams of his sperm into my mouth. Of course, being the decent girl I was, I spit it out. But Earl got mad. We went home that night in silence. Ate his wife’s late dinner in silence. And went to bed. I wondered if his wife had any idea. That night, I still heard Earl giving it to his wife. Harder than before, seems like. I shuddered as I thought of him thinking of me as he did that. Earl's Ch. 2 We were working late one night at the bar. Earl had drunk a little too much and he was as rowdy as the patrons. I bustled trying to satisfy the customers as well as Earl and keep them out of trouble. One of the guests, a regular named Brad who often got fresh with me, was being a little more aggressive than usual. - Come on, darling. I'm not even talking commitment here, I just wanna feel you up a bit. Maybe taste you a little. And maybe you'd taste me a little… Come here! He grabbed for my waist but as drunk as he was, I was able to get away. Losing his balance, he fell out of his chair, making everyone at the bar laugh. He got up red in the face and angry. - Fucking BITCH! What're you fuckers laughing at? EARL! Why'd you hire such a snobby girl?! - What? Cherry! Dammit, c'mere. I walked over rolling my eyes at the mouth he'd give me for such a stupid thing. But to my surprise, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head, bending me backwards over the bar. - Come grab a taste, Brad. She's ripe for it. That'll make you happy, huh? - Shit, fucking bitch. I knew I'd get you one way or another. Thanks for saving me the trouble Earl. - No prob. Hurry up. As the other patrons watched the scene, Earl calmly squeezed a breast while I struggled to get free. Brad walked over and pulled my skirt up around my waist. Pulling off my panties despite my struggling legs, he grabbed my legs under each arm, spreading me wide to everyone's view. Inhaling a deep breath of my pussy scent, he dove his face in, swirling his tongue around like a mad man. He dipped deep into my pussy, his nose grating against my clit. Despite myself, I was getting more and more aroused and was soon a flowing fountain into his mouth. He sucked and sucked, drinking up my sweet, young juices like a man dying of thirst while Earl rubbed and kneaded my breasts. As I arched my back and wiggled my hips, I could see the customers getting aroused by this scene. Everyone in the bar was watching as I was being ravaged by these two men. Earl saw it too and decided to make a better show by ripping open my blouse and letting my tits full into view. Mouths watered and lips were licked around the room. Finally, having had enough, Brad pulled his dick out. Without so much as a question, he pushed himself into me, knocking my spot on the first thrust. My head rolled back at this sensation and found Earl's mouth on mine. He forced his tongue between my teeth and wrestled mine. I tasted the alcohol on his tongue as he fucked my mouth with his tongue just as Brad was fucking my pussy with his dick. The customers' eyes were going wild at this point, a few even had their hands under the table, pulling at their dicks as they watched this spectacle. Brad grunted as he thrust deeply into me a few more times, and then taking his throbbing cock out, he squirted his seed all over my chest. Earl still kept me into position. - Who else wants a try? We gotta teach this frigid bitch a lesson. From now on, she will fuck anyone in this bar that wants to. At that everybody cheered and lined up for their turn. One by one, they came to fuck me, some finishing quickly, others fucking me good and hard for what seemed like an hour. A few stretched my insides out trying to force their gigantic dicks into me. When they were ready to cum, they pulled out and squirted on my face and my chest. For some, Earl made me open my mouth and swallow the cum that landed in my mouth. By the end of the night, I was sticky with cum from head to my pussy and tired from my body being bent back and fucked so long like that. Ashamed, I was quiet and sullen for hours, but Earl just said - You gotta expect that Cherry. This'll be good for business. I'm glad I picked you up. Only you could arouse the whole fucking bar. Damn, if this won't boost business. You're such a good fuck. With that, Earl took me slowly for the first time in the pussy. I was freed, but I didn't move, for I was under contract and it was a little late to be chaste. That was the first night Earl put his dick inside me, other than my mouth. And for some odd reason, it comforted me. After all those dicks of men I didn't even know, at least one was Earl, a guy a knew. After that, we had to figure out a way to sneak me back in the house without his wife noticing that I had spunk all over me, and that I was butt-naked.