Sperm for dessert
I'll tell you a story now that happened to me during my distant student years. I was working part-time as a waiter in a restaurant back then. I must say, it was a rather expensive restaurant, and the clientele matched. I earned decently for that age—salary plus tips, in short, I wasn't complaining.
And then one day, I happened to serve what seemed to be a married couple who pulled up to the restaurant in an expensive Bentley. The man looked at everything around him as if it were shit, unworthy of him walking on it, seeing it, eating it, or touching it. The lady—a perfect match for him, but even worse! She considered it beneath her
dignity to even talk to someone like me, probably taking people for manure worms. But... This mannered bitch looked simply stunning in her thin, tight dress that hugged her firm waist and wide, rounded hips, which her husband probably wasn't even allowed to touch!To be honest, I was even afraid to look at her, because if she noticed my attention to her body, I definitely wouldn't be working at this restaurant the next day and would probably be lying on some dump with my dick cut off and stuffed up my own ass!
But—I couldn't not look at her at all either. I kept thinking only one thing: that between her legs, it must get just as wet and sweet as with other women! And someone must be in charge there with their little hands, tongues, and dicks! And this bitch probably moans from it like a virgin! And that mouth, which is now so manneredly tasting a cherry, probably sucks and licks a firm, full dick with the same relish!
Ohhh! From such thoughts, I wanted to boldly fuck her right here, on the table, in front of her heartless husband and the astonished public...
And then I suddenly thought: Why is she so angry and dissatisfied with everything? Her husband definitely isn't fucking her! Any female anger is explained by chronic lack of sex. Whether it's a blacksmith's daughter or a socialite, their pussies all itch! Without exception! But, of course, to get your balls close to such a lady, you need a special approach, either financial or very cunning.
What to do? How do I fuck this bitch? And then such a crazy, but the only correct thought came to my head: when I placed another glass of wine on the table, I suddenly, as if by accident, knocked the glass over right onto her!!!! Holy shit!!!!! I couldn't believe what I had done!!! I thought her husband would turn me inside out through my ass right now!!!
"Who's in charge here??!!! Call the manager!!!! You're fired today, got it, you freak?!"—this pompous imbecile showed his true face.
The manager came running and started scurrying around the clients like a little dog.
"We'll sort everything out! For God's sake, our deepest apologies! Dinner is on us!"
I would bring you my deepest apologies, I thought then—deep to the balls!..
The rich girl was quickly taken to the ladies' room, and I was taken to the director's office.
"Do you understand!... You!... I!... You're fired, you freak!!!"—the approximate content of our conversation.
I understood everything. But I really didn't understand then why I even did it! Some kind of clouding came over me! I urgently needed to fix the situation, because being left without a job when there was only a month left until summer was more than unreasonable.
In a hurry, I ran to the restaurant foyer, where the ladies' room was. I was very scared! But I brazenly walked into the toilet!.. The girl was standing bent over the sink, washing tears and smeared mascara from her face.
"You know, I just got fired!"—I blurted out sharply—"only because I spilled a glass of wine on you! It's not fair! I'm a poor guy! This job is very important to me! I have a sick mother..." (I made that up on the spot to soften up the girl)...
The rich girl stood in a stupor for a few seconds, completely unsure how to act in such situations. Her face, which minutes ago represented the ideal of cosmetic art, was now all smeared. I felt sorry for her, probably just as she felt sorry for me.
Then, without delay, I approached her closely, hugged her waist, pulled her to me, and gently kissed her lower lip... God!!!! I thought I was done for!!!! My heart was pounding wildly!
The rich girl continued to look at me silently with big eyes, like a surprised animal seeing a homosapiens for the first time. Then suddenly! I was stunned! How she grabbed onto my lips with hers! And how she started making out with me, like a virgin schoolgirl in a stairwell!
I understood—the girl just hadn't had a man in a very long time! Then I boldly took her firm, soft buttocks with both hands and started stroking them in rhythm with the movements of our lips.
"Close the door..."—she suddenly whispered, breaking away from the kiss.
I quickly darted to the toilet door and closed the latch. Then I rushed back into her embrace! In my hands, this bitchy woman turned out to be so fragile and tender that I couldn't believe such a metamorphosis!
A few moments later, my hands were already boldly roaming under her dress, making their way into her panties. Her wet, tight pussy to the touch resembled more an unopened virgin slit than an adult, well-worn gap. The woman moaned, moving her hips towards my hand, as if telling me: caress me there, caress me more!..
My hand was already all wet and sticky from her sweet secretions. I took my hand out of her panties and directed it to the rich girl's mouth. The girl obediently began licking my fingers so greedily, as if it were an exquisite, delicious dessert from our restaurant!
At that moment, I understood: it was time to give her something bigger than fingers to suck! With my free hand, I unzipped my fly and took out my suffering, bulging beast, desperate with desire!
"Come on, serve your waiter properly," I said in a commanding tone, pressing on her shoulder to make her sit on her knees.
And the woman obediently sat on the far-from-sterile toilet floor and started sucking my dick! She did it very greedily, smacking and gasping with pleasure! Every centimeter of my cock was caressed by her hot lips and nimble tongue! All this time, I stood there imagining how this would look from the perspective of her arrogant husband... And these fantasies excited me even more!
My cock was already ready to erupt right into her mouth! But I tried to hold back to maximize and prolong this feeling of an approaching orgasm. I absolutely had to cum in her mouth! Only in her mouth! Only then would this bitch understand her true place in this world! And.... Mmmmmm...... Aaaa... Semen in pulsating streams started shooting right into her mouth! More! And more!.. Swallow! Lick it off my tip! That's it! Good girl! Clever girl! You can even rub the head over her cute face, mixing cum with her expensive makeup! Oh yes! That's the thrill! And it's still unknown who got more thrill, her or me???
But the husband was already getting nervous waiting. So it was time to finish, in the literal sense. The bitch quickly tidied herself up and, writing her number on my hand with lipstick, went back to her cuckolded deer.
Next time, I'll tell you how I fucked her in the toilet during her next visit to our restaurant. Naturally, I wasn't fired. My new girlfriend put in a good word for me. After all, she liked my exclusive dessert from the leather-clad head chef in my pants so much!