0 comments/ 17508 views/ 0 favorites Restaurant By: VVicked101 We go out to eat in a nice restaurant where it is dimly lit. You choose a table in a dark corner and I'm glad, you have no idea what I have in store for you tonight. We sit down and you order a nice dinner, but I'm laughing to myself. I wonder if you will be able to eat much when I give you my surprises. A little giggle escapes, as I hold a finger to squelch the rest that wants to leave my mouth, you look over at me with questioning eyes. I just shake my head.. as if to say, "Nevermind.. you'll find out later." It's a beautiful table in a quiet corner. There's a tablecloth on the table, a nice long one, just perfect for what I had in mind. We get our salads and when you start eating, I start to rub your leg with my foot. You look up in surprise, but I see the gleam in your eyes. You like it. Every once in a while, I rub your leg, reaching higher up your calf until my foot is on your thigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see your cock start to bulge and strain against the seams of your slacks. You look at me with a smile and then look around the restaurant to see if anyone is paying attention to us. Everyone is too worried about their own lives to pay any attention to us. Main course time now. In more ways than one, but then you don't know that yet. I lean over and whisper in your ear. "I don't have any panties or bra on, baby". Your head jerks up in surprise and your eyes are open wide. I know the effect I am making on you when you seem to be paying less attention to your food and more attention on what I'm doing. I reach over and slide my hand along your thigh. After a little while, I cup the front of your pants and feel the jerk of your hardening cock. Oh, Do you know how love arousing you? I am getting wet and you haven't even touched me. I see you are having a little trouble swallowing. Are your thoughts somewhere else rather than on your food, perchance? I begin to unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants, slowly using my index finger, I drag it up and down your already hard cock. You put down a hand as if to stop me and I shake my head. You move your hand back to the table as I finish unzipping your pants. You look at me with a question in your eyes, but I just smile, a sweet innocent smile...One that you know I'm about to do something..."bad". Then I reach in and take out your hard cock. Oh, I wish I had a camera to get a picture of your face! I can just hear your thoughts now! "Right here in public!?" I begin to stroke you, softly at first, and then harder. You have completely forgotten your food by now. Your mind is on what my hand is doing. It takes only a few strokes and I can tell you are close to cumming. I slowly kiss up your jawline and while I let a my tongue flick your earlobe, I whisper, "Don't worry, my love. When you cum, I want you to be in my pussy... not here! Lets go home and finish this, shall we?" You take out your wallet and literally throw some money on the table in your rush. You close up your pants, take off your jacket, and hold it in front of you as you pull me from my chair, rushing me out the door. You have me almost running out of the restaurant! Quickly, we get in the car and speed away from the restaurant. You are driving a little too fast, but I can't blame you. I sit very close to you, my hand on your thigh, gently caressing, gently gliding my hand up and down your cock...can you just feel my hand now? I notice you are not driving me home, but are driving out of town on a back road. You look over with a big smile and I know what you want. You soon find a nice place to pull over and park. Opening the door, you pull me out of the car and lean me against it. You begin to kiss me, ravaging my mouth with yours because you are so aroused. Deep, hot, wet kisses. Searing kisses leaving my lips burning and begging for more, then doing that damn kiss of yours, the one that you know drives me nuts. Kissing me... then pulling away when I try and kiss you back.. just leaving me feel the heat of your breath against my lips. *sigh* You unbutton my dress and take my breasts in your hands. The cold air gushes by, making my nipples stand out even more, as you start to rub, roll, and pinch my nipples with the tips of your fingers. Oh, it's so wild; you are so wild. You are almost out of control with desire. I reach down and undo your pants, pushing them down. You lift my dress and instinctively I open my legs, to make room for you.. Your weight holds me against the car, so I raise my legs and wrap them around your waist, and lean my body back against the hood of the car. You drive your cock deep inside my wet pussy, slowly.. just to drive me mad, I think! Slowly you start to thrust that hard cock of yours...inch by inch you slide your cock. Within just a few strokes, you make me cum.. But I always cum a few times.. I scream out my release as you loudly moan.. You start to thrust harder, and faster.. trying to cum before anyone catches us out here. I try and work faster with you... So we both can cum at the same time.. so I can feel you shoot your cum into my hot pussy.. at the same time I cum. Just when I start to whisper to you.. "Baby.. cum with me baby".. You cum.... right there against the car... in the middle of no where...Just knowing that, I start to cum... loudly I moan, you thrust your tongue into my mouth.. just to muffle my moan?? "Who's that behind you!?!" *~*~ Part 2... coming soon! Restaurant Tuesdays was a quiet night but they needed all the business they could get so remained open. They had talked about starting a theme evening, without spending too much, to attract customers. While bandying ideas around Pauline mentioned, with a sly grin on her face, "I could dress up as a French maid, what do you think?" She didn't expect him to agree as it was merely a suggestion to cheer him up while they waited in hope of at least someone walking in. "A great idea, when can you start?" he teased her right back. A little something naughty was needed to rekindle the passion in their lives after struggling to get the restaurant up and running. They were only just surviving, with the possibility of a small disaster putting them out of business. It was always in the back of the mind nagging at them to work harder. It cheered him up all right. The following Tuesday they were almost caught having sex on one of the tables. She hoped the serious looking businessmen hadn't caught sight of her as she scampered into the kitchen giggling at the near escape. "I'll have to get my overall from the cupboard," she giggled into a hand, from embarrassment, trying not to make too much noise. "No!" Paul told her with a big grin. "You get out there and serve the customers, naughty wench." He propelled her toward the swing doors with a playful slap to her bottom. She was modestly covered with a frilly pair of white panties but did feel naughty. "I'm not a wench I'm a French maid," Pauline protested, correcting him with a cheeky smile. One of them was going to have to get out there quickly to take their order before the only customers of the evening were lost. "Just take their order for drinks then you can change," he dared. "You can't be serious! I'm wearing it for you not them out there," she complained. She was puzzled by his excitement and eagerness to show her off. She too was keyed up after the close encounter but unaware of it. She pushed at the swing doors, standing out of sight, expecting him to back down. "OK. I will!" she said, darting him a withering look hoping he would relent before walking through into the restaurant. Not daring to look back or through the small window at the men out there she quickly pushed through before losing her nerve. She kept her head down, not daring to look at them, while threading a way through the maize of tables. As so many times before she approached a customer's table, only this time there was an exciting tension. She had to clear her throat which was dry from a sudden nervousness, "Good evening sir, how may I serve you this evening?" Pauline was a little surprised at how different the usual greeting sounded. Her demeanour had adjusted itself to the outfit leaving her feeling and sounding like a humble maid. She put it down to feeling nervous at being so exposed. "Can I get you a drink while you study the menu? Or perhaps you have seen something you fancy." As the innuendo sunk in she felt her chest tighten and flush pink with embarrassment. They looked up from the menus with astonishment at the sight of a young twenty something maid, standing close in a saucy outfit. They stared at bare thighs revealed under a ruffle of petticoats holding up a black silk dress. The white frilly panties were less revealing than a bikini bottom yet very naughty when revealed under the short hem. The sheer stockings were held up with black suspenders showing off her shapely legs, and the shiny high heels lengthened them seductively. She watched their eyes move upward, opening wide. Above a pinched waist her breasts seemed on offer in a long deep cleavage. The nipples only just covered. Her small breasts were more impressive than she thought when pushed together so tightly. She had donned the complete set with white cuffs, collar and a choker. The frilly garter above her knee seemed too lurid now she stood before strangers. This daring outfit was meant for her husband for there was no way she would have the courage to show her body off to customers. Yet here she was! Embarrassed at the attention she also felt a little giddy from it. Her makeup had not been heavily applied except to her lips, which were ruby red. A dark mass of long hair had been scooped up into a white maids cap tied with a black ribbon to reveal a long neck. They couldn't speak, so after busying herself with a notepad she said, "Perhaps an aperitif while you decide what you want?" she asked nervously. She turned on a pair of four-inch high heels and quickly scuttled off. She had always thought her limbs too long, too skinny, but after being married for a year had filled out a little, giving a perfect shape to a very desirable body. The novelty of being noticed and desired hadn't worn off and she was embarrassed by it. It still amazed her when a man ogled her, as it was only since being married that she had developed a pair of breasts worth noticing. They were still small but tonight they were exaggerated by a waist cinched into a corset. They watched her departing figure shimmy in the high heels, wiggling her pretty little bottom like a professional dancer. It was the only gait she could manage in the unfamiliar heels having only practised in them that afternoon. On arriving back at the table she hesitated with the problem of serving the drinks. Pauline was going to have to bend over to place the drinks on the table. Taking a deep breath she would just have to get it over with. The panties covered her well enough; it was just the uncomfortable thought they could see them. What would these respectable men think of her? She was twenty-four and they were mature businessmen around forty so surely they would consider her very wicked dressed like this. Concentrating on not spilling the drinks she didn't think about how much they could see down the cleavage. Her hand quivered as she placed the first glass down. One of the customers slid to one side giving her room. It was only as she bent over she realised how close her rear end was to him. He wasn't being helpful at all! It surprised her that respectable middle aged businessmen were behaving like silly schoolboys. She had to dismiss it, after all she was dressed to thrill, and the one at fault. She pulled the tray over her bust in an unconscious move of protection. "I'll be ready for you when you want me," she said. Again the innuendo brought on a foolish embarrassment and she felt her face flush hot. In a flurry of petticoats she quickly retreated back to the kitchen. The evening went well with both men behaving as perfect models of civility. They beamed upon her with elegant smiles of appreciation, trying hard not to be too obvious over the young fresh faced angel's state of undress, while taking it all in. After a stiff drink in the kitchen to steady her nerves, she made one or two mistakes while serving them. She spilt some wine and served the wrong dish to the wrong customer, but they were blissfully unaware of it. She now presented the dessert trolley. By this time it was difficult to say who was the more confused from alcohol and flirty stimulation, she or the two customers. Another mistake was made when suddenly bending over the trolley to save a fresh cream profiterole. The little dress was already floating up on a raft of petticoats every time she reached over the table to serve them. They stared at the delectable view of stockings stretched tight by black suspenders. Beneath a tumble of white petticoats, raised around her hips by a straight leg bend over the trolley, was revealed a pair of white panties stretched tight over a peachy bottom. This time she ignored their lascivious looks. Having dismissed them as errant schoolboys she managed to cope without running back to the kitchen. They ordered more than enough from the trolley just to see her bend over. Playing their game, as well as getting rid of old stock, Pauline bent to the lowest shelf. Was it a sign of defiance? Was she was trying to tell them it didn't bother her. It did bother her. She was becoming so much hotter from showing off her rear it couldn't be ignored. They couldn't possibly eat that many desserts but felt they deserved to pay for the show. Paul had his own ideas about making them pay. "You can't charge them that much," she exclaimed. He refused to take the bill from her, crossing his arms with his hands tucked out of the way. "You can. They will take anything from you. They are on expenses so don't feel sorry for them. If they complain bring it back and I'll reduce it," he said, while ushering her out of the kitchen toward the two men. They spared little time glancing at the bill but questioned it merely to keep her close. They had ordered as many courses as possible to keep her attention and bending over the table. They were prepared to pay for the privilege too. Payment was by company credit card as her husband had predicted and the tip proved they were by no means displeased with anything let alone the size of the bill. With such a large tip she felt obliged to help them with their coats, becoming entangled with arms and coats, in the closeness of the small foyer. She felt hands accidently stroke her body but grit her teeth for they were on their way. The ordeal was very nearly over. They enjoyed the close encounter which elicited yet more gratuitous promises of telling their business colleagues of the terrific service with added promises to return very soon. Pauline sighed with relief and threw the cap onto a relatively clean work surface in the kitchen. She shook her hair out letting it swirl around her head until it settled over her shoulders. At least there wasn't much to do, as Paul efficiently cleared up as he cooked. At last the outfit was hung up in a wardrobe ready to be returned to the costume hirer next day. It had been an interesting evening, a nice profit and she was feeling excited by the attention lavished upon her. Hardly had they completed the usual routine, from kitchen, to bathroom, to bedroom, when the passion overwhelmed them both when they at last made it to the bedroom. Paul pushed her onto the bed. "So naughty maid!" he exclaimed. "You paraded around exciting guests in my home like a strumpet. You should be punished for your errant behaviour," he told her sternly. All she could do was giggle breathlessly while he grappled with her. He fell onto the bed where they play had a play fight. She tried to escape his manhandling of her body but the giggling left her weak. He pulled he rover his lap, still laying back on the bed, and slapped her bottom. "That's for spilling red wine on a clean white table cloth," he told her. "Ouch! Hey stop it, that hurts," she complained, without much conviction. He pulled the panties aside to slap her again. "That's for being a naughty show off," he laughed. "This one is for showing of your panties and another for showing off your nipples," he scolded her. "I didn't!" she exclaimed. She was somewhat relieved thinking he was joking. He had noticed her nipples had almost pushed up out of the tight uniform but hadn't said anything. Before it could be confirmed he rolled her onto the bed and dived between her legs. The giggles turned to heavy breathing as she again lay helpless. Now she was helpless to resist him from the delightful exploring tongue. The mood changed from playfulness to a serious carnal lust. She pushed her hips up at him thrusting a needy pussy in his face. She couldn't see him over the petticoats which were up over her waist. Without her panties he had full reign over her. She rubbed the sides of his head with her soft bare thighs. He lifted her hips up to get at her, supporting her bottom with a hand. With the free hand a finger pressed at her asshole with a thumb rubbing her bud. He seemed to be searching for the elusive G-Spot with his tongue. He lifted her legs over his shoulders where the stockings rasped over his shirt. Neither of them had taken a moment to undress. A sensation stiffened her legs. Had he found the magical button that switched her on? Her legs flopped down either side of him as he stretched forward to take a mouthful of a breast. He too was near, unable to wait. She felt his hardness fumble, probing against her asshole. Unable to reach him, to guide him, she lay helpless with the beginnings of an orgasm. Feeling him enter she was thankful, pleased and ecstatic to feel it strongly thrust in. All the way in it filled her up, leaving her feeling so full. She felt him cum pushing her over the edge into deep orgasm. Not the usual orgasm, but a deep throbbing animal orgasm overcame her. Her hips heaved upward, wanting it all, wanting her man to fill her with his life giving seed. She felt as though she was his, belonged to him, wanted to be his. She continued to shiver delicately as he wrapped his arms around her. The warm comforting cuddle continued her wonderful feelings of completeness. It was a powerfully hot moment of passion they had never before experienced. They soon fell into a deep comfortable sleep. Restaurant Editor: jellybelly2 One day, Herb heads to the phone to call Ann. He picks it up and dials her phone number hoping she is home. The phone rings a few times and he hears her beautiful voice answer and say "Hello." "Hello, how are you?" Herb inquires. "I'm fine, how are you?" Ann replies. "Oh I'm doing great, I was wondering if you'd be willing to go out Friday night?" Herb asked. Ann thinks for a moment and replies, "I would love to." Herb says, "Great! We're going to a small steak house. It's kind of hard to get into and it’s kind of fancy… think I can get you to dress up nice?" Ann replies, "Sure no problem." Herb once again says "Great. Reservations are at 8:00 so I'll pick you up at 7:30. Please be ready." Then Ann says, “Great. I'll see you then.” Several texts are sent between Ann and Herb in the days leading up to their date. The anticipation is starting to grow for both of them as they are both looking forward to spending time with one another. Herb cleans up his car and makes sure it's ready for their date. Ann begins to look for an outfit and shoes. She digs through her closet and can't find anything to wear, so she makes a quick trip to the mall and buys something nice to wear for their date. She finds this nice black mini dress and heels to match. So today's the day of their date. Both of them have taken the necessary steps to get ready to make this a memorable night. Herb sends Ann a text at 7:00 telling her that he will be there to pick her up in 30 minutes. She replies "Okay great, I'll be ready." At 7:25, Herb is knocking on her door. With a slight pause, the door opens an Herb is stunned by her beauty. Ann is standing there in her black mini dress in high heels, her makeup is done just so, and her hair looks fabulous. She is normally a beautiful young lady but today Herb is taken aback by her ravenous beauty. Ann looks out the door to see Herb standing there dressed nicely holding two flowers. One long stemmed rose, and a corsage for her to wear on the date. Herb says, "You look fantastic!" He hands Ann the rose and she takes it and smells it. "May I pin this on you?" Herb asks. Ann says "Yes you may. Do you have a pin?" Herb replies, "Yes, it came with one." Herb steps through the door but the door is still open. He takes the corsage and brings it up to one of the straps on her dress. He takes his hand and gently touches her soft silky skin and slides his hand up under one of the straps; making the most contact with her skin. Careful not to prick her with the pin; the corsage is pinned in place. "Shall we go?" Herb inquires. Ann says "Yes, I'm ready." Herb turns and heads out the door stopping just outside allowing Ann to follow. Ann steps through the door, and turns and locks it. She turns around to see Herb holding out his hand in offering to hold hers. She accepts the offer. They hold hands as they walk towards the car. Herb opens up the car door for her, and she takes her place in the passenger seat. Herb rushes around the car and hops in the driver seat, starts the engine, puts it in reverse, backs out, shifts the car into drive, and then they're off. Herb reaches over and places his hand on her bare knee. "I just can't get over how fabulous you look. You look amazing tonight Ann" Herb says. She blushes and says "Thank you." They carry on a conversation during the drive to the restaurant. They reach their destination, and Herb parks. He says, “Just one moment,” jumps out, runs around the car, opens the car door for her and taking her hand as she steps out. He closes the door and they walk up to the front door of the restaurant. He opens the front door allowing her to enter; letting go of her hand. He follows her in, then steps around and talks with the maitre'd. The restaurant is small; only ten tables with 2 seats each, clearly the restaurant is meant for couples. The restaurant is dimly lit to give the couples some intimacy, with some nice music playing in the background. Herb and Ann are led to their table and sat down. Ann orders wine and Herb just a glass of water. Right now the restaurant is almost full, and Herb and Ann are sitting in the back with a good view of the restaurant. The kitchen is off on the side, and the only thing back by Herb and Ann is the hallway leading to the restroom. The waiter comes around and takes their order. Herb orders the filet mignon, and Ann orders the catch of the day. A conversation ensues while the company is waiting for the food. The food is brought to the table and it looks excellent, more wine is ordered, and all of the wonderful sustenance is consumed. The couple are making the most of the night, and not at all in a hurry to leave. The restaurant begins to thin out. Herb notices Ann squirming a little in her seat. “The restroom is just down the hall hun, if you need to use it.” he says. “No I'm fine" Ann replies. She reaches across the table with a clenched fist. Herb reaches his hand across the table to take what she is offering. A small piece of cloth drops into his hand. He thinks, ‘what is this?’ He brings it a little closer to himself opens his hand just a little. He quickly realizes what it is. It’s Ann's g-string! His eyebrows raised; he looks back at Ann and smiles. They both look around the room to see if anyone noticed the thinned out crowd was going about their conversations, and not noticing the events in the back of the restaurant. Then a bare foot touches his knee and starts to slide up his inner thigh. They both look into each others eyes. He finds her foot sliding closer to his crotch. He doesn't stop her foot so it makes connection with his bulge. She wraps her foot around and around. She feels him starting to grow in his pants just as the waiter comes back. "Is there anything else I can get you?" he inquires. Herb quickly removes her panties from view and tucks them into his pocket. "Um, just the check." Ann never misses a stroke with her foot. The check is brought, and Herb tries to shoo her foot away. He reaches back and takes his wallet out, takes his money from it, and places it with the bill. "I have to use the restroom before we leave." Herb says "I'll be right back." He stands up, and Ann notices his bulge in his pants. He turns and walks off to the restroom. Herb opens up the restroom door, turns the light on, steps in, and gets pushed from behind. It's a small push but still caught him off guard. He is pushed inside and he hears the door closing, and spins around to find Ann standing there in the men's restroom with him. The restroom is a single use bathroom, and very clean. She locks the door. "What are you doing?" he asks. "What do you think I'm going to do?" she says coyly as she approaches. She backs him up against the wall; looking up at him into his eyes as she wraps her arms around him. He kindly returns the favor looking down at her; embracing her. He leans in for a kiss, allowing her to finish the rest of the way. Their lips touch, and they go into a deep kiss; Herb is feeling really loved by Ann. He loves the feeling. They kiss and embrace for several minutes. He grabs the back of her head pulling her hair just slightly. He stops kissing her mouth, and starts kissing her neck down to her chest. He reaches back and unzips the dress, and the straps come off her shoulders. They fall down revealing her erect nipples. He begins to lick them and suck on them; still embracing her, holding her tight against his face buried in her breast. His tongue swirls around the nipples, and the coarseness of his tongue is very stimulating for Ann. Then he reaches around, and grabs her ass while still sucking on her nipples. Lightly biting her nipple, he stops and moves back up her neck; kissing along the way, then moves up to her earlobe. He whispers into her ear "I want to fuck you right here. Right now." She whispers back, “okay.” He reaches both hands up and under her armpits. Lifting her up; he carries her over to the counter sink area, setting her down on the counter. Her legs closed, and him standing in front of her, he places his hands on her knees. He begins to spread her legs open, looking down and up her dress; he can see a nicely shaved pussy. He kneels down, starts kissing her leg and moving up ever so softly and slightly, she can feel his breath as he moves closer and closer to her. 1 inch away from making contact... she sees his tongue leave his mouth and slide across her clit; pausing there just for a moment, and then nothing. She only feels his breath on her pussy. Seconds pass, then another lick. Another second passes, just his breath on her pussy, then another lick. Then he swiftly dives in, his tongue slips right in; darting in and out. He flips his tongue all around. He stops licking and starts sucking on her lips; first the right one, then the left. Then back to her hole, in and out. He loves the way she tastes, and could lick her until she cums. He moves up to her clit and starts sucking on that. He takes his right hand and moves it to her pussy. He slips two fingers inside and starts banging her while he's sucking on her clit. His two fingers are soaked with her pussy juices, working her over. He's trying to get her to squirt in his mouth. Working her g spot with his two fingers, Ann yells, "fuck me, Herb!" He gives two long hard sucks of her clit. He stops banging her, pulls her clit with his mouth and keeps sucking as he backs away. Her clit slips out of his mouth; and his lips make a popping sound. He reaches down and picks her ass up off the counter and pulls it to the edge. He unzips his pants, reaches in, and pulls out his hard cock. Stepping closer to Ann, he takes his right hand and grabs the base of his dick, lines it up with her pussy, and starts rubbing his head all over her; mixing his precum with her juices. Herb takes his cock and starts to push it inside her. The head of his penis enters, then another inch… still pushing; allowing their juices to slowly cover his shaft. He pushes it all inside, then pulls it back out. Herb then takes his cock in his hand and slaps her clit with his dick four times. Then slides it back into her. Now Herb starts fucking Ann. Slowly it starts out, looking into her eyes. Then the motion starts to pick up faster, and faster. "Damn baby you feel so damn tight, I'm about to cum already." Herb says to Ann. Still he continues to pound her. In and out of her pussy, over and over. She starts to moan, rocking her hips into him. “You close baby?” Herb asks. “I can't go much longer.” “Yes, I'm close” Ann says. Herb grabs her legs and throws them onto his shoulders, using them as leverage so he can fuck her harder and deeper. Herb says to her, "I'm going to cum inside of you babe." She's really moaning now, "Yes, yes!" Herb says, "I'mmmm, cumming..." His body tightens up as he cums deep inside of her pussy. She says "Yes, yes I am too!" moaning and squealing. Herb gives a few last pumps to make sure she is done. He leans forward and kisses her on her soft lips. He stands back up and takes his cock out of her, and he watches his cum drip out of her. He reaches over and grabs a handful of paper towels and offers them to her to clean up, and she does so. Just then, a knock on the restroom door throws them back into reality. They look at each other and laugh. He offers her g string back to her. She takes them and slips them back on, and quickly fixes her dress. Herb tucks everything back in and zips up. Quickly, he cleans up his mess that they made. They both head for the door; giving one look at each other and a laugh. Herb opens the door, reaches back, grabs her hand, and pulls her along as they leave the restroom. Some old guy is standing there with a befuddled look on his face as they pass. Herb pulls Ann all along the way through the restaurant, and leaves whatever money is left as the tip. They hit the door and it’s not long before they are sitting in his car just giggling and laughing. They start to settle down, and he starts to head home to drop her off. Several minutes into the trip, all is quiet. Ann reaches over and places her hand on Herb's inner thigh. Ann's hand slides up his thigh. Herb reaches down and grabs her wrist stopping her hand from sliding forward. Herb says "What are you doing?" “I want to go again" Ann says. "You know if I go again, you will be fucked hard and fast!" "Your pussy better be ready for a solid fucking!" Herb replies. He lets go of her wrist. She thinks for a moment, and then she continues to slide her hand up his thigh. She reaches down to his cock and starts rubbing from outside of his dress slacks. She reaches her other hand over and starts to rub the back of his head. All Herb can do is drive and take the pleasure of being rubbed. She stops and undoes his button to his pants. Ann then slides her hand down and inside. She starts to rub his cock and balls. He is still damp from fucking her earlier, but she just uses it as lube to stroke his cock. She feels him slowly starting to grow in her hand. Stroking his cock hard with her tiny hand, she continues until they reach the driveway. As he stops the car, Herb says, "Baby, I'm going to fuck you so hard!" "Take your fucking g string off, now!" He commands. Still in the car she does so. He parks the car, and she realizes they are at his house. He exits the car and walks around to open the door to let her out. She steps out, and he picks her up, and throws her over his shoulder. He slaps her ass as he carries her to the front door. He struggles to find the keys and unlock the door, but he gets it done, and opens the door with her still on his shoulder. Herb carries her inside, and he kicks the door closed. He lowers her down allowing her to stand, then pushes her up against the wall looking her fiercely in the eyes. He puts his face against hers. He reaches down between her legs, and slips three fingers inside of her pussy. He starts banging her, holding her against the wall. In and out the fingers go. He takes his left hand up to her throat, and chokes her slightly. "You awoke the beast from within me, this is your last chance. Do you want to continue?" he asks. Still being banged and choked she replies, "Yes fuck me!" Herb growls like an animal. He bites her neck, and the pain and pleasure shoots throughout her body. He stops choking her and takes his fingers out of her. He reaches down to the base of the dress and rips it off of her; up over her head. Ann just standing there, in just her high heels now, Herb takes a good look at her sexy naked body. He dives in; pushing her back up against the wall. He reaches down to find her hands. He locks their hands together and raises them above her head. He goes to kiss her but stops short just teasing her. He lowers his head to her bare breast. He starts kissing them while still holding her hands above her head. Licking and sucking on her nipples; his tongue slides across them over and over. She can feel every taste bud slide over her sensitive nipples. He starts to work his way up her chest, leaving her nipples behind. Now kissing her neck and throat, he let's go of her hands, undoes his pants, and pulls his underwear down to his knees. He picks her up, and she wraps her legs around him. Herb reaches around and underneath her to put his cock inside her. The head hits her pussy and with one solid push, he's inside Ann. Keeping her pinned against the wall, he starts fucking her again. He pounds her good. She feels every inch enter her and leave her over and over. She starts to moan, which turns him on making him fuck her harder. Herb says "I want to fuck you doggy." "Okay," she replies. He lets her down and his cock slips out of her. She takes a few steps and kneels down; putting her ass up in the air to be fucked from behind. She feels Herb come up behind her and places his hands on her ass cheeks and spreads them apart. Then his cock hits her pussy and slides right in. He really pounds her in this position. He squeezes her love handles; pulling her back into him with every thrust forward. Deeper and deeper he goes. Ann is truly getting fucked so hard from behind. ‘Look at that sweet ass up in the air getting pounded!’ Herb thinks to himself. She can't take anymore and yells "I'm cumming, baby!" Herb slips his thumb into her ass when she says that. Her ass opens to take it and he pushes it in deep. That sensation is enough to drive him to the edge, along with her moaning and cumming. He feels his cock going in and out of her through his thumb from being inside her ass. He cums also; groaning and moaning. She pushes back a few times to make sure he is finished. She then collapses onto the floor. His thumb and his penis leave her. He leans down and kisses her, and they both are panting. He kisses her body all over. Then he stands up, sweeps his arm under her legs and the other one around her back. Picking her up, he carries her into his bedroom and places her in bed and removes her shoes. He finishes undressing himself and gets into bed with her. He wraps his arm around her; holding her. She places her head on his chest. He holds her tight; kissing her head, then says, "I love you baby, you're the best." Restaurant after Close Jesse was tired, sitting at the fast food restaurant. There was nobody in the lobby, nobody in drive-thru... and she was still reeling from the train wreck she had stumbled into at five. Coworkers had never done a thing in lobby, not one damn thing and it had driven her ballistic. Trash had yet to be changed after a few spurts of customers, leaving the remnants of food and their wrappers overflowing and spilling onto the floor. Tables were riddled in crumbs, and yet... even in the dead state of the store, the two people assigned to the front were piddling around, talking about their plans for the weekend. And the manager-in-charge, Tony, was furious and trying to cool down in the back. She knew she should go and talk to him. She had a way with people at the store, something that was an anomaly to most of the lower-ranked employees. Not to mention her young age of only eighteen. However, it helped that her mother was the assistant manager of the place, and was best friends with the general manager for years. She had been called her mother's "mini-me" more than once and with good cause. She was very similar, and it had drawn the attentions of a few of the male employees, and two of the females on staff. The latter had given Jesse unwanted shivers, just because of the close quarters. But there was one... the one she was supposed to close with... alone. Tony. Tony had become her favorite manager and he knew it. He adored her and wasn't very quiet about it. He was quite tall, about 6'3" and darker skinned from years of sun exposure. He wasn't overweight, but he had a bit of a gut on him from being well-fed, though he still maintained his otherwise muscular form. His black hair was short, with an ever-present five-o'clock shadow. He was the biggest and scariest member on staff with a white-hot temper. But Jesse had given him a nickname, calling him it often. She called him her "teddy bear." When his temper was reigned in, he was sweet and kind, and Jesse was always doing things for him when he needed something small to keep him going throughout the day. And Jesse didn't know, but he had referred to her often as "sweetheart," something he didn't call anyone else. She grabbed a rag and roll of trash bags and began to work on the lobby, still agitated as all hell that she was the only one doing her damn job. Trashes were worse than she had thought, and Tony came blazing out of the kitchen. "Why the hell is Jesse the only one working?!" he snapped at the other two working. Jesse kept her blinders on and continued to work without incident, just trying to avoid Tony's wrath, though she knew she would never be subject to it. Jesse moved into the small, glass-windowed room at the corner of the store and began to work on tables in there. She didn't even notice when Tony walked into the room. He had always been exceptionally quiet, and loved to make Jesse jump. He got some enjoyment out of something, but she wasn't sure what. And sure enough, she went to turn around and ran smack into the immovable wall that was Tony. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his frame to steady herself. And then he did the same... and she felt absolutely amazing in his arms, the feeling of strong arms around her. And then, just as it had began, it was over. "You scared the shit out of me, Tony," she said, trying to avoid how the last few seconds had been. "I saw that. Jumpy much?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and giving her the same smile and sly look that he always did. "Well, you'd be jumpy, to, if you turned around and ran into a ten-foot-tall wall," she replied sarcastically. "Hey, I am not ten feet tall! And you liked it." "You cannot prove that, dirty ol' man." "That's MR. Dirty Old Man to you. And I'm not that old either!" he protested, feigning mock hurt. He winked at her. "All right, time to get back to... yeah, this hellhole." She and Tony laughed before exiting the room. She couldn't stop thinking about how it felt in his arms, though. How much she wished she were back in them. Little did she know, he would be proving something when it was just them -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- It was two hours later and the store was dead... absolutely dead. So Tony made the decision to let everyone else go home or to their respective places. Only another hour or so until close anyways and permission had been granted to close early if there was no activity within half an hour. There were major events going on at the complete opposite side of the city where other chain restaurants conveniently sat. It was doubtful that anyone would appear. Everything was as done as it could be for the time being anyways. Ice had been stocked, freezers and coolers were filled to the brim and all that remained was the food preparation line. That could not be cleared until doors were locked anyways. Even all the dishes were clean, which was a first. Tony sat in the office, busy mulling over paperwork and anything guest-related. It was a boring, tedious task that wasn't envied by anyone. Samantha was bored and on her phone. Both had on headsets in case things would become randomly hectic, but Jesse stood dutifully at her post nonetheless... waiting... and waiting... and- "Fuck it, we're closing," came Tony's rough voice over the headset. Jesse jumped about a foot in the air, a camera aimed at her and all she heard after that was Tony's booming laughter from the office. He came walking out of the back looking like a dog that found his bone. Jesse flipped him off with the hand that wasn't covering her chest. "Jesus, Tony! Don't DO that!" "Don't be so damn jumpy," he chuckled. "I can't help it! I mean, come on. have you SEEN you? You're, like, eight feet tall!" "Minor exaggeration..." "Okay, but still..." Jesse huffed. Tony went to lock the doors and turned off all the lights in the front. The two were shrouded in darkness, as the streetlight by the restaurant was out. Jesse turned and tried to find the big man, but as she did earlier, ran smack into him. And, once again, his arms shot out around her. "Christ Almighty, you are a klutz," Tony laughed again, but his voice was hushed. Noticing the change, Jesse looked up at him. She could see his eyes and features from the kitchen lights and had to admit that she was nervous. But there was this look in his eye that made her ache to the core for him. "Um... y-yeah, sorry..." she whispered back, still not breaking eye contact with him. They looked at each other for a long while, tension in the air around them. And then, Tony reached one of his hands up and moved a stray hair from her face. His hand... so big and warm and coarse... Jesse leaned into the touch, and Tony cupped her cheek. "God, you are so beautiful..." he mumbled and Jesse's breath hitched. And then... he brought his lips down onto hers. It wasn't forceful at first, but once she kissed him back he pressed his tongue to her lips, begging for entrance. She was quick to allow him in, the feeling brewing in her core fogging up her sense. His tongue fought with hers, and she noted mentally that he tasted of his energy drink. His scent invaded her nostrils. It was spicy, incredibly masculine and she felt her pussy throb. Jesse was aching, aching so badly and he hadn't even touched her there. Tony's tongue battled briefly with hers for dominance before she gave in to him. She wrapped her arms around his muscular frame and held on for dear life. This was it... this was how she would lose her virginity... She wondered for a split second if she should tell him that little tidbit, but he pulled his mouth from hers and moved to her neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive flesh. She threw that out the window; no way was her inexperience going to ruin this. And when Tony nibbled her ear, she just about lost it. "I want you... Tony I-" Jesse was cut off by her own moan when he bit her earlobe. He pulled away, but barely... "I want you too... And I will make you scream my name," he assured her, his voice gravelly and deeper than usual. God, it was so sexy... Jesse pulled her head back from his and began to kiss his neck, trying to emulate his own actions. She had made out before. It was simple... but when she felt his rock-hard length pressing against her, it finally registered. He really did want her, if even for a little while. She slowly reached a hand down and rubbed him through his pants. He groaned in pleasure and Jesse was ecstatic that she was doing something right. "I can't..." he stopped himself as he picked her up and Jesse's legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the storage area and sat her on the prep table there. Now there was full lighting and Jesse was terrified of him seeing her naked... yes, she had shaved, but she was so shy... Tony seemed to notice the change in her demeanor and stopped. Now Jesse was even more terrified that she had done something wrong. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked. She went to look down at the floor in shame when his hand caught her chin and gently lifted it back up to meet his gaze. "Talk to me; come on." "I, uh... dunno. Just been a while since I've done this," she lied. "Don't worry, Jesse; I will go slow. I want you to feel good; I want you to feel how much I want you... how much you mean to me." She wasn't as assured by most of his words as she should've been, but she put on a brave face. Tony said he would go slowly... hopefully he would keep that word. Tony urged her to lay back, and she did reluctantly. She felt his hands ghost up her leg and to her zipper. She bit her cheeks when he pulled it down and slowly began to slip of her pants, and in turn, her jeans. Her first instinct was to cross her legs, but Tony anticipated the movement and moved between them. "Relax, Jesse. Let me do all the work, sweetheart." And then he lifted her legs up knees bent over his shoulders. "Tony..." She murmured, but it sounded like a moan. The growing ache in her pussy was beginning to take priority over everything else. "Shhh," was all he said before she felt his mouth on her pussy, hot and wet. Her hips bucked into him and she moaned embarrassingly loud. His tongue flicked her swollen clit before he licked her entrance. Another moan came out of her lips and she reached down, gripping his hair and pulling him closer. She wanted him... she wanted him NOW. He continued to suck on her clit as he slid a long finger into her tight, wet pussy. He curled the digit upwards and she came all over it. "There you go, sweetheart; cum all over my hand. That's it..." His voice, how soft it was... it made her pussy clench and release on his finger quickly. He was slow, as promised, sliding his finger out of her, curling it over and over until another wave of her fluids coated his hand and began to run down her ass. He was standing now, watching Jesse's face as he brought her nothing but pure pleasure. "Are you sure you want to do this, Jesse?" he asked her while removing his finger. She was panting, heart racing. "Tony, please... I need you..." she begged, trying to sit up but finding she was nothing more than jello. "Move back for me. If at any time you want me to stop, tell me. Please," he told her in a soft tone. She nodded and he began to unzip his own pants. He unbuttoned his bottom two buttons and let his pants drop to his ankles. Jesse looked up from where she lay and saw Tony's cock, large and hard as a rock right by her. She was suddenly terrified again. How was that going to fit inside her?! "Relax, sweetheart." He moved to her, crawling onto the table and laying over her. He aligned his cock with her aching pussy and slid into her only about half an inch before hissing. "Jesus, Jesse, your so tight," he hissed. He didn't have time to see the look of pain on her face before he started to push himself in and was met with a barrier. His eyes shot open and a sense of realization crossed his features. He looked at Jesse, the girl trying very hard to hide the pain. But it was difficult, because it was painful. "Jesse... when was the last time you did this..?" Tony asked. But she couldn't speak. Though, to her credit, she was handling her own as well as she could. "Please don't stop, Tony..." He kissed her hard, holding her lips and he thrust past the barrier. His mouth muffled her cries. He was buried to the hilt, and his own face was contorted. Yes, Jesse was tight. He had never been in something so tight before and he seemed to be struggling. "Tony... it's okay. You can move." Jesse whispered. Tony didn't need anything else before she slowly slid within her. It still hurt as he stretched her, but Jesse held through it. He was going slow, and it was only a few more strokes before the pain ebbed and was replaced by pleasure. She began to moan, moaning quietly at first. "Oh, my God... you're so tight, Jesse." Tony whispered. "You're so big- ah!" Her back arched, pushing her endowed chest into Tony's front. He had hit a spot that made her toes curl and body twitch. There was a feeling building within her. It was strange, but she needed more... "Harder," she gasped breathlessly. Her nails dug into Tony's uniform and he began to pick up his pace. "Cum..." Tony whispered in her ear. "Cum all over my big cock..." "Oh my G- ah!" Jesse's fluid trickled around Tony's cock and down her ass, spreading with every calculated thrust. "There you go... keep cumming for me, baby." His thrusts had become just that: thrusts. Then he began to tease her... he was barely inside her with quick thrusts. "Please," she begged. She was going mad. "Say my name," Tony whispered. "Tony..." she whispered just as quietly. "Louder." "Tony," she said, just a little louder as he asked. "Louder!" And with that, he thrust all the way into her with force and it was her undoing. "Tony!" Jesse screamed, her already tight pussy clenching around his cock. She saw stars, the pleasure too intense for her. Something inside her seemed to snap, and she twitched and writhed under his body. She rode her high, Tony's name falling from her lips like a prayer. The sound and tightness of Jesse's pussy was enough to bring Tony to his own climax. He came... he came hard, moaning Jesse's name and shuddering, gripping onto Jesse's body. He was spent, barely able to hold himself up from crushing her. The only sounds in the room were of their panting. When they regained some strength, Tony slipped himself out of her warmth and looked at her. She was looking at him, then away again. "Hey... sweetheart, look at me..." he whispered. When she reluctantly obeyed, he kissed her forehead. "Why didn't you tell me?" She was quiet for a moment before saying, "I just wanted you... so badly. I didn't want my inexperience to ruin everything," she admitted quietly. "Oh, sweetheart, no... If you wanted me... and I knew this was your first time, I would've done everything differently. I'm sorry I went about everything like this." He looked guilty. Jesse wasn't having it, and cupped his cheek. "There's nothing that could've been changed. I never told you. That's on me, Tony. Please don't think any differently of me-" she was silenced by Tony's mouth on hers. He kissed her with passion for a few long seconds before pulling away. "Never could I think any less of you."