The Waitress

His hands caressed my face as he kissed me passionately. My knees went weak. At that moment, I would have done anything for him, or let him do anything to me, and I told him so.

“I’m yours,” I whispered in his ear.

“You mean that?”

“Yes.”

I welcomed his tongue to my mouth. I swear he licked my tonsils. I was delirious. He kissed my neck, and as soon as he unbuttoned my top, his lips were all over my chest. In anticipation of our meeting, I didn’t wear a bra. I was hoping he’d take advantage of that.

The second he began to suck on my nipples, my vagina began quivering, and I instantly became wet. I couldn’t wait for him to unbutton my pants. I needed to know that he was committing himself to our activities. As soon as he unzipped me, I couldn’t get naked fast enough. The minute I was, I started in on him and ripped his clothes off too.

Lying on my back in anticipation was torture. I just wanted to fuck and be fucked. But he had other ideas. He took his sweet time working his way between my legs. Once there, though, he went to town.

I told him that I liked to have my insides explored using his finger. He listened. His tongue separated my labia, and he started gnawing on my clit, driving me absolutely nuts.

I love playing with my clit, and I pleasure myself almost daily; however, it always feels better when someone else does it for me. He was so attentive to me you would have thought that he had his own to play with.

I was enjoying the moment thoroughly when he slipped a finger inside me. It felt as though he was digging for gold. He constantly hit my “spot,” causing mini orgasms every time he made contact. I was delirious.

I was wishing that he would continue forever, but one finger became two, and the exploring became a pounding; as he finger fucked me with such force, I was in heaven. I had climax after climax and was so wet that when he pulled his fingers out and went face first, I was afraid that he might choke on my juices.

I didn’t want to read in his obituary that he was “drowned by pussy.”

Then he did double duty and ate me out while fingering me. Then IT happened. Never had I ever been fingered in both holes at the same time. He snuck his finger in my ass while I was enjoying one of my multiple orgasms. It seems as though I didn’t resist at all.

With his tongue licking on my clit, one finger in my pussy and the other in my ass, I began screaming with delight. Nothing I had ever had done to me ever topped that sensation. If I could reach those parts, I would do it to myself, daily.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t take any more and had to ask him to stop. After catching my breath, I noticed that he was stroking his erection. I felt obligated to help him out. After all, what he did to me, it was the least I could do.

Still floating on cloud nine from all of my cumming, I climbed on top and hovered over him.

“What would you like me to do?” I asked.

“Devour me,” was his answer.

I pushed his hand aside and continued stroking him. He was rigid. I watched his eyes roll back in his head as I licked up his shaft and fluttered my tongue across the slit. Our eyes met while I slowly inserted him past my lips. I took a deep breath and held it. It’s the only way I can deep-throat anybody. For some reason, I find it difficult to breathe with a cock stuck in my throat.

The moaning emanating from him translated to elation as I allowed him to ejaculate down my throat. I heard a celebratory “Oh fuck,” and assumed that I had done good.

I smiled as he opened his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Hush your mouth. I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t. I pride myself on my oral abilities. Now let’s see what you might have left in there.”

I massaged his balls, squeezing a bit more every time I rolled them around in the palm of my hand, until every last drop of his swimmers had escaped. Of course, as they rose to the top, I licked his head clean, devouring every last bit of it.

“So, you wanna fuck me now or do you need a few minutes?”

He grabbed his dick and began tugging on it. “Let me give it a couple of strokes, and I’ll be ready,” he said.

I had never seen such a quick recovery, and before I was aware, he rolled me over on my stomach, lifted my ass in the air, and aimed his dick at my backdoor.

“Ohhh,” I squealed. I wasn’t expecting him to use that hole. I wanted my pussy slammed, but I did tell him I was all his, so if that’s his pleasure, I suppose I should go along.

He was gentle. A bit of pressure at first, but he didn’t push until I relaxed. Then came the penetration. Slowly, little by little, he inched his way in until I felt his balls against my labia. He stayed still. Then he pulled back just a bit and pushed back in. Then a little more, and a little more; then some more. It began to feel real good to me. Suddenly it seemed as though he was pulling out completely, but stopped when just the head was still inside me. Then he pushed all the way in all at once, then again and again and again until I was screaming at him, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

But he did. I thought I was about to cum when he pulled out, and I was about to yell at him for leaving me hanging, when he rammed his cock into my pussy. I didn’t have time to think about the fact that he had just had that thing in my ass; I mean, ass to pussy is the opposite direction that I would have preferred, but it was a bit late for directions. It didn’t take me long to forget about that as I came so intensely that my head spun.

He didn’t stop. I had one orgasm after another until I was delirious. Deliriously happy, that is. I thought he had finished, finally, until he stuck it back in my asshole one more time. This time, he was relentless and pounded me like a jackhammer, over and over until I was almost numb.

Then he grunted loudly. Then he screamed, “I’m cumming!”

I’m not sure why he felt that he had to tell me. I can always tell when a man cums. It’s quite obvious and messy, unless you swallow.

Even though I thought that I had already drained him, he emptied a boatload of spunk into my ass. Nobody had ever done that before. It felt funny dripping from my ass instead of my pussy.

I was under the impression that playtime was over, and I was thinking about taking a shower when he started moving around into position as if he were about to eat me out, when that’s exactly what he did.

After fucking me in the ass, then the pussy, then the ass again, that man went after me with his tongue and licked every part of me where his dick had been.

The man was licking his own cum from my ass. I never thought that there would ever be a day when I would experience something new again. I mean, by God, there hadn’t been anything that I hadn’t been willing to do before, but I had never been with a guy who was willing to eat me afterwards, especially when he fucked my ass. I mean, holy shit, Batman!

When I got out of the shower, he was gone. I never asked him his name. I don’t suppose it mattered. I had never seen him before, nor expected to see him again, although I wouldn’t mind.

When I went to work at the diner the next morning and checked the schedule to see which section was mine, I instantly grabbed fresh coffee to top everyone off.

The first booth I came to, there he was sitting by himself. I almost spilled the coffee when I saw the collar. I stumbled over my words as I said, “Good morning, Father. Can I get you anything?”

“I think you already did, my child. Thank you.”