Katherine sat in her office thinking, fretting. She opened her desk drawer and stared at the lifelike drawing she had made of my penis a few days earlier. My God! she thought to herself. I can’t stop thinking about it! She drew it when she admitted to me she thought she might have an infatuation with cock. Cock in general, but especially with mine. As part of a “12-step program” I imagined to “cure” her infatuation, I had her draw that picture. She was supposed to look at it anytime she thought about it. The next day, I had her come to my office and, as the second step of the program, our co-worker and I abused every one of her holes in my office. I told her after that episode I would have to “research” what the third step was and I’d get back with her. I have to know! I need to cure this! I can’t stop craving it! His cock feels so good! Is it possible I’m becoming the slut Jenny said I was becoming? No, that’s impossible!
I saw the caller ID was Katherine when my office phone rang. I wonder what she wants? I thought. Usually the only time she calls me is when something’s wrong or wants to chew me out about something. She asked if I had a moment to speak with her. Of course, I did. She said she’d be there in a moment.
She looked hot as fuck as usual. Also as usual, it looked like her top was about two sizes too small. Every bit of clothing clung to her 38-24-36 curves. Her long, blonde hair cascaded over the shoulders of her white satin shirt. Which did nothing to hide that she had a lacy white bra she had on today. The bra, as well as the buttons on the shirt, were obviously straining to withhold the fleshy mounds underneath. Her gumdrop sized nipples looked as if she had just walked through a freezer and were trying to shred her garments. The shirt was tucked into a short black pencil skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, showing plenty of those toned, tan sticks that balanced themselves on a shiny pair of black stilettos.
I could see she was sizing me up, too. Most of my six foot frame was under the desk, especially the part she craved. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was trying to shoot laser beams with her eyes through the desk to get a glimpse of it, to see if there was an outline of it under my blue jeans at just the site of her. Which there was.
I motioned with my arm for her to take a seat in one of the wooden chairs on the other side of my desk against the floor-to-ceiling clear plexiglass wall.
“So, what’s up, Katherine? What brings you by?”
She was obviously uncomfortable. “Well, uh, Mr. Alan…”
I cut her off. “Okay, Katherine what did I tell you last time? Hmmmm?” I told her a few days ago that, if she ever wanted me to make her cum again, she needed to call me Mark. No more Mr. Alan.
She thought for a moment. It was like somebody flipped a light switch. “Oh! Yes! I’m sorry! Mark! Mark! Yes, I’m so sorry!” Her snooty Ivy league tone had suddenly disappeared.
Wow! She really wants me to make her cum again! I thought to myself with a smile. “Try to remember that, okay?” She nodded her head. “Okay. So, you were saying?”
“Right! Yes. Well, uh, Mark, the last time we, uh, spoke, you had mentioned a 12-step, uh, program and that you’d get back with me about the, um, third step. So, I was wondering if you had, um, found out anything?”
So she can’t wait for the next step, huh? Interesting. “Actually, I was about to call you to get it set up. It says the next step is to use, show, or experience the object of your infatuation in public.”
“In public?! The program wants me to, um, experience your…your…your penis in public?!” she screeched. I choked back a laugh.
I shrugged my shoulders. “That what it says. I don’t know what to tell ya. That means I have to experience your tits in public, too.”
“In public?!” Her pitch was so high dogs could hear her. She was too shocked to admonish me for using “tits” instead of “breasts”.
I threw up my hands and shrugged my shoulders again. “I know. I’m not real happy about it either.” No, I was fucking ecstatic about it!
“I…I…I don’t know if I can do that. How would you even do such a thing?”
“I dunno. Tell you what. Can you get away for drinks or something tonight?”
“Yes, I believe so. I can tell my husband it’s a business dinner, I suppose.”
Later that evening we met at a little bar and grill not far from my place. She was still in her work clothes. I had changed into more comfortable jeans, a Doobie Brothers t-shirt, and flip flops. It was a Thursday night, the place was deserted.
The waiter came to our table to take our order. He was younger. My guess he was barely drinking age working his way through college. He was tall and skinny with a tousled mop of red hair on top of a thin, freckled face.
“How about an order of cheesy garlic bread and a couple of Long Island Ice Teas?” I said.
“Oh! I really shouldn’t. I have to drive home tonight, you know,” Katherine replied.
“Oh, c’mon Katherine. Just one’s not gonna kill ya.”
“Mmmmmm, they are quite tasty. Okay, yes, you’re right. Just one won’t hurt.” She looked around. I’m sure she wasn’t accustomed to visiting such a let’s say lived in establishment.
We drank and ate our appetizer while we discussed our current dilemma of satisfying the supposed 12-step program. I was completely fucked if she ever researched it herself. I was nursing my drink while she enjoyed hers to the fullest. This novice of imbibing was near the bottom of her glass before I’d even finished a quarter of mine. I’d seen this movie before, at the conference. I enjoyed how it played out, too. It was obvious the drink had taken over her senses. Ivy league Katherine had nearly disappeared. Good time Katherine was ready to party. She’d been making googly eyes at me for 30 minutes.
“So, Katherine, here’s a thought. I think this place would qualify as ‘public’, don’t you?” She looked around the nearly empty space, nodded her head, and hummed. “There’s no time like the present, right? Isn’t that what they say? So, what do you say? We could take care of it right here, right now.”
“And just how do you intend to do that?” she slurred.
“Well, you take off your top, I pull out my cock, and you give me a blowjob. Right here, right now.”
She gasped. “I can’t do that!”
“What’s your suggestion then? Step three says a public place. This is about as quiet of a public place as you’re gonna get.”
She stared at me through angry slits. She clenched her jaw and scanned the room. She stared back at me. “Well, I can’t just get in the middle of the room and suck your big, beautiful cock, now can I?”
Wow! She’s fuckin’ hammered! “Then get under the table. We’ll call that public. How’s that?”
She scanned the room again through an alcoholic haze. “Yes, I s’pose you’re right.” Party girl Katherine came back with a vengeance. She looked across the table at me with a crooked smile and fuck me eyes. She slowly, agonizingly unbuttoned her white satin shirt. She pulled it out of her skirt and opened it, revealing a lacy white bra. Her pink areolas were clearly visible. Her gumdrop-sized nipples looked like two pencil erasers poking through. She peeled the shirt off her shoulders and uncharacteristically tossed it onto the seat next to her instead of folding it neatly. She paused and let me drink in her tan, full breasts that were spilling out over her bra. She reached behind herself. The straps formerly wrapping her ribcage fell to her sides. She held it in place and scanned the near empty room again. Once strap slid down her arm, then the other. She held the cups in place, still staring at me with those hungry eyes. Finally, gratefully, she pulled it away and threw it on top of the clumped up shirt.
Goddamn her tits are fine! Fuck! I could never get tired of seeing them! Firm and full, they were two of the most beautiful mounds of tan flesh I’d ever seen. She caressed them and lightly pinched her nipples.
She licked her lips without even thinking about it and smiled. “Shall we continue?”
“Absolutely!” The sound of a zipper could be heard under the table. I lifted myself off the bench seat and slipped my shorts and briefs down. They fell past my knees and landed on my feet. The head of my engorged rod slapped against the bottom of the wooden table.
She took one more glance around the room before she slipped under the table. I lightly gasped when she gripped my stick with her warm, soft hand. I felt it glide up and down the veiny shaft. Her palm brushed across the precum covered tip and back down the shaft. I felt her pull it down. I grunted when I was suddenly surrounded by her hot, wet mouth.
Her head quickly began to bob on my knob. Her hand followed her lips, in essence giving me a hand job and a blow job at the same time. Where the fuck did she learn that trick? Damn!
My hands balled into fists. “Fuck!” I growled under my breath when I slipped into her throat. Her face began to consistently land in my crotch. I peeked under the table. Katherine was totally consumed with the task at hand. “Jesus Christ, Katherine! You’ve become quite the little cocksucker,” I said in a hushed breath.
Her eyes turned in my direction. Even in the dim light I could see them twinkle. The corner of her lips curled up. “Mmmmhmmm,” she hummed around my tool.
I had no sooner sat back up when I was startled by a presence at the table. It was the mop haired waiter.
“So, can I get you guys anything else? Something to eat maybe?”
I cleared my throat. “(ahem) Yeah, uh, you know what? (ahem) Yeah, I think so. Uh, give me the, uh, pub burger with everything.”
“And the lady?” He nodded at the empty seat. He noticed the crumpled clothing in the corner of the bench seat against the wall and paused. “Um, do you know if she wants anything?”
I felt a wicked grin cross my face. Hmmmmm, should I? Sure, what the hell. “Well, right now she’s stuffing herself with tube steak, so I dunno.” I slightly leaned to the side and looked under the table. “Hey, Katherine, want anything to eat? Well, besides me.”
She pulled her face off of my meat and, without missing a beat, said, “I’ll have the Asian chicken salad, grilled, with extra sauce on the side,” she slurred. I grunted again when she took me back in and went back to work.
The waiter’s eyebrows nearly flew off his head. He leaned down and peered under the table. He saw Katherine’s perfect breasts sway with each bob of her head. He stood back up and looked at me with a shocked look.
“I, uh, I don’t, uh, I don’t think you can, uh, do that here?”
I smiled back at him. “Do what?”
He nodded towards the table. “You know…that.”
“Oh! You mean suck dick? Really? You can’t do that here?”
“Uh, no.”
“Tell you what. How about if she sucks your dick? Would we be cool then?”
His eyes grew wide. “Uh, do what?”
My pole was quickly in the cool air again. “Excuse me?” came the voice from under the table.
“C’mon, Katherine. C’mon out from under there and show this guy those fine fuckin’ tits of yours.”
“Excuse me?” she asked again.
“C’mon, Katherine. What’s gonna hurt. You should be proud to show those fuckers off.”
There was a rustling under the table. Her beautiful blonde head peeked out from underneath between the table and the bench seat. She looked across the table at me while the waiter watched intently in stunned silence.
“Are you sure?”
My lips curled into an evil grin. “Absolutely.”
She crawled out from under the table until she was back on her seat. She looked at me for a moment, then looked up into the stunned face of the waiter. The look on his face amused her. She sat up straight and cupped her globes.
“So? What do you think?”
“They’re…they’re…” He couldn’t form a sentence.
“They’re fucking perfect, that’s what they are,” I said. I quickly reached across the table and palmed a firm mound a flesh, bringing a gasp from Katherine. “Fucking perfect. Go ahead, grab one.” The waiter’s head twisted from my face, to Katherine’s smiling face, to the tan flesh before him. Katherine stuck her chest out. “Go ahead,” I said.
The waiter’s freckled arm slowly moved forward. Katherine moaned at his first touch. At first he just rested there. It didn’t take him long to begin to massage her soft skin and gently pinch her nipple.
“Look at what you’ve done to this poor guy,” I said to Katherine. “Look at that fuckin’ bulge in his pants. You’ve made this poor guy hard as a rock. You should do something about that.” Both heads snapped around.
“Huh?” the waiter said.
“Like what?” Katherine asked in an annoyed tone.
“Look, Katherine, you’ve admitted it. You’re infatuated with cock. Especially mine, but cock in general. You’ve got to face that infatuation head on. I would think the more in a public place, the better, right?” Sometimes I crack myself up.
She thought about it. “Yes, you’re probably right.” Stupid cunt.
I sat back in my seat and watched her begin to unzip his pants.
“Wait! I…I…” the waiter said panicked, but didn’t try to stop her. Suddenly, a plump, white, quite average size prick jumped out of his pants. Without a word, Katherine quickly had her fingers wrapped around it. “Oh! Oh shit! I…I…oh God,” he moaned.
“Mmmmm, it’s so hard. It’s throbbing so hard,” Katherine purred as she stroked it.
It looked like the waiter was about to have a stroke. “I…I…we…we shouldn’t…oh God…”
“It looks positively yummy.”
“Oh! Oh God!” The waiter nearly launched out of his shoes when Katherine took him into her mouth and swallowed him whole.
I watched bemused Katherine cupping this lucky waiters balls while his cock slid in and out of her face. His face was white. It looked like all the blood had left it and filled his meat. He stood there frozen like a statue.
The way he was throbbing in her hand, you just knew it wasn’t going to take long for him to serve her his extra sauce. Hell, for all I knew, this was his first blow job. His eyes closed and he briefly bit his bottom lip. His knees started to tremble. He gripped the edge of the table and the back of the seat to balance himself.
“Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhhhhh God! Oh gggggaaaaaaaa!”
I watched Katherine’s throat expand and contract, swallowing hard and fast. The thick, salty jizz quickly filled her mouth and throat. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep up with the volume he was pumping into her face. Streams of cum and saliva began to slip through her lips and puddle on the floor.
The throbbing in her mouth finally halted. She pulled her face away and sat back up. Cum was dripping off her chin and falling onto her breasts. She grabbed a napkin from the table and swiped it across her chin.
“Mmmmm, that was salty,” she said. “That made me thirsty.” She grabbed her glass of tea and chugged it down.
The waiter stood there panting with his head down. “Oh God…ohmagod…” He sounded like he’d just run a marathon.
“Damn, Katherine! You’re a hot mess!” I said grinning.
She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. “Am I?”
“Hell yeah you are. You’ve got fuckin’ cum all over your face and tits. Your hair’s all fucked up. Yeah, you’re a hot mess. C’mon, let’s go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up.”
“What?! All of us?!” she asked.
“Yeah. Why not?” I asked nonchalantly.
“I think I can use the bathroom by myself, thank you very much,” she slurred. She stood up, wobbled, and fell back into her seat.
“See?” I said quite sarcastically. “C’mon, dude, let’s get her to the bathroom.”
The waiter was zipping up. “Huh? Me, too?!”
“Yes, you, too. C’mon, you grab one side, I’ll grab the other.” We lifted her out of the seat. “Oh shit. Hang on.” I leaned over the seat and grabbed her crumpled clothing.
She wrapped an arm around each of our necks while we wrapped our arms under hers. Of course, I felt her up the entire trip to the bathroom. And she didn’t mind one bit. We slid through the women’s bathroom door. I quietly clicked the lock behind us as we entered. The room was small and clean with two stalls and a double vanity. We helped her to the vanity and stopped there. She gripped the edge of the vanity and took several deep breaths. We slowly slid our arms out from under her until we were sure she could stand on her own. I gave two yanks on the towel dispenser and handed them to her. She dipped them into the water and dabbed her face and chest. The waiter turned as if he was about to leave.
“Hey, dude, where ya goin’?” I asked.
He pointed to the door. “Um, uh, back to, uh work,” he said in a confused tone.
I held up a finger. “Just hang on a sec. I’m gonna need your help with something.” I reached in my pocket and pulled out my phone. I swiped the screen, tapped on it, and handed it to him.
Now he was thoroughly confused. “You…want me to call somebody?”
I shook my head and smiled. “No. Just hang on a sec.” The waiter looked at the phone. There was a moving image of the floor. I had flipped the camera on.
I stood behind Katherine and quickly lifted her skirt. She snapped to attention. “Hey! What’re you doing?!”
I knelt behind her, reached between her legs, and ran my finger along her swollen slit in her black g-string. “Jesus Christ, Katherine! You’re soaked!”
She jumped at the unexpected touch. “That…that’s not true!”
“C’mon, Katherine. It’s running down your thighs. We need to get this thing off of you. You don’t want to be walking around in wet underwear, do you?” I started to yank the black strings down her legs.
“No, that’s true,” she said, allowing me to pull the soiled garment across her shoes. She jumped when I slapped my tongue against her puckered rosebud. “Oh!” I looked at the waiter and winked. I paused for him to catch on. He paused, then it finally hit him. He quickly raised the phone and hit record. I ran my finger up between her thighs. Her lips were swollen and soaked. In one breath, she gasped then yelped when two fingers stabbed her slit. Her eyes flew wide open. “OH God! You bastard!”
My fingers slid in and out of her gash with surgical precision while my tongue lapped her twitching bunghole. I could taste her overflowing juices. She moaned and groaned and pushed back into my face. I was soon darting in and out of her dark space.
She sighed when I finally removed my fingers from her snatch and my face out of her ass. I stood up and leaned forward until I had my glistening fingers touching her lips. She opened her mouth and took them in. She hummed while she sucked them clean. There was a “pop” when I pulled them away. I stood upright and grabbed Katherine’s hips and pulled them away from the vanity.
“Hey! What’re doing?” she said without resisting. I quickly had her bent at the waist at almost a 90 degree angle. She gripped the edge of the vanity so she didn’t all over.
I slid between her legs, holding my poker steady. “You’ve only partially experienced your infatuation with cock tonight, Katherine,” I hissed.
In her alcohol induced haze, she didn’t catch my drift. “Huh?” She raised onto the balls of her feet when the tip of my rod touched her puffy cunt lips. “Oh!” I slid through her velvety folds with ease. Her back arched. “OH!”
I was quickly slamming her slit like the piston in a finely tuned sports car. My fingers dug into her hips while her fingers bore down on the edge of the vanity. I watched her face in the mirror contort in ecstasy with each dive into her gash. I glanced at the waiter. He was completely mesmerized by the scene before him, staring into the screen on the phone as if he were hypnotized. I also noticed a fresh bulge in his pants. I felt her muscles start to quiver. I suddenly pulled out of her.
Her head snapped around. “Hey! I was so close to…you know…reaching orgasm.”
That was interesting. A cross between snobbish Katherine and party girl Katherine. I grinned back at her. “You were close to what? What was that? C’mon, say it right or I won’t let you cum.”
“Yes! Yes. I’m sorry. I was close to…cumming. Yes! I was close to cumming, you bastard!”
“Ha ha ha! Not so fast!” I touched my shiny helmet to her slick rosebud and rolled it around. Her body briefly tensed. I nodded in the direction of our waiter. “Go on, tell him what you really want. Tell him what you really love. Say it! Or, I swear to God, you’ll never come again.”
She’d almost forgotten we had a guest. The words jarred her. Her heart stopped for a moment when she looked at him. I’m not sure who’s eyes were wider. She paused and bit her bottom lip. The feeling of my thick head rubbing her forbidden gate was making her crazy.
“I…I…I love it when…when…when he fucks…my ass. I love it when he fucks my ass,” she said quietly.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” I pressed forward. The very tip slipped in.
“Oh God!” she barked at thought of my beast slipping inside her. “Yes! Yes! God forgive me, yes! I love it when he fucks my ass! I love it when he fucks my ass with his big, fat cock!”
The waiter’s jaw dropped. I leaned in. She squealed when my purple head slipped past her sphincter. A low, long, animalistic growl slipped through her lips while I pushed forward.
When my hips landed on hers, she barked, “Oh God! Oh my God! Ohhhhh God!”
I rested there leaning against her. I was completely inside her. “Jesus Christ, Katherine. Your ass is still so fucking tight! Doesn’t your husband ever fuck your ass? Or is it just me?”
She gasped. “Don’t speak of my husband! No! I don’t allow him to…no, he doesn’t!”
Snobbish Katherine was back. I needed to fix that. I grabbed her hips tight so I didn’t send her through the wall and pulled back until I almost slipped out, then threw my hips forward as hard as I could. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the tiles. I pulled back and did it again.”
“Oh SHIT! Ohmagawd, you bastard!” she growled.
“Ha ha ha! You fuckin’ love it!” I paused. “So it’s just me that fucks your ass. Man, you really do love my cock up your ass, don’t you?”
She was catching her breath. “I…I…I do. God help me, I do,” she groaned.
I waved at the waiter. “C’mere, dude. Looks like you’ve got another fuckin’ hard on. Come over here so she can suck your dick again.”
His eyebrows flew up. “Huh? Really?!”
Katherine’s head snapped around. “Wait…what?!”
The waiter was already walking over. “See, look what you’ve done. You’ve given that poor bastard blue balls. You’ve already sucked his dick once. What’s a second time gonna hurt? Besides, the more cock in public, the better I would think, right?”
The waiter was standing next to her. “Yes, I suppose. Yes, that makes sense.” Oh yeah, she’s still drunk. Or she’s really become a dick sucking slut.
She raised her arm so he could slide in between her face and the vanity. He unzipped his pants and yanked them down. It startled her when his pecker jumped out and slapped the bridge of her nose. Without a word, she lifted her head and swallowed him. Her face landed in his stomach on the first dive.
The young man’s head snapped back. “Oh God!”
With that, the serious fucking began. One of the waiter’s hands went to the back of her head, while the other held the phone to his credit. This is gonna be fun to replay! I’ll bet he wants a copy! But he didn’t fuck her face like I would have been. He didn’t need to. Each thrust of my hips drove her face into his groin. She thought with one wrong move he would stab her brain. The room quickly filled with the scent of sweat and sex.
It wasn’t long before I felt her body begin to tremble again. She’d been a good girl, I thought I’d help her along. I reached around and flicked at her angry clit with a long, beefy finger. She gave a short, loud bark. I flicked it again and rolled my finger around it. Her body tensed. I pressed down on it. Hard. It was like hitting a launch button.
“Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmggggggg!” Twin lightning bolts raced up her sexy thighs and crashed into her cunt. It felt like an atom bomb exploded. Maybe it was her drunken haze, but she couldn’t remember an orgasm like this one. A thunderstorm rolled through her like a stampede of a thousand stallions. She squealed and moaned while the room spun. Her body spasmed out of control around the two pistons that were gliding in and out of her levitating body. Every nerve ending was on fire.
Just when the room started to go black, the tremors ceased. She became fully aware of the two beef sticks that were pummeling her sexy body. I stopped for a brief second and leaned forward. I gripped her wrists and yanked them back until they were straight down her sides.
“I’m gonna fuck this hole up so bad you won’t be able to walk for a week,” I growled angrily. A chill ran up her spine.
I pulled my hips back as far as I could. Then, with all my mite, I pulled her arms back and threw my hips forward. It felt like my balls slipped into her ass. The waiter’s balls slapped against her chin. She gave a loud, muffled scream.
“Ha ha ha!” I laughed evilly. “You like that, bitch! Now suck this fuckers cock while I fuck your tight little ass! The quicker you make us cum, the better it’ll be for you!”
The words had barely left my lips when I felt her ass clamp down on my muscle. I could tell by his reaction that Katherine’s mouth had suddenly become a Hoover vacuum. I’ll bet she was rolling her tongue around as much as she could, too. This was a blow job he was never going to forget.
Not even a minute later, the waiter’s body tensed. His eyes closed and his head tilted back. “oh God! Oh God! Ohhhhhhhmagawd! Oh! Oh! Ggggggaaaaaa!” Katherine felt his familiar thick, salty spunk pump into her mouth. Having cum just 30 minutes ago, the volume wasn’t there. She gulped and slurped his protein shake.
“Don’t you spill a drop of it either, goddammit!” I commanded while I continued to gape her hole.
“Mmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmhmmm!” she moaned.
Just as the waiter was finishing serving her, it was my turn. I released her arms. They flew to either side of the waiter’s still trembling body as if they were spring loaded and gripped the edge of the vanity again. I dug into her hips and began to thrust my hips as hard as I could.
“You ready for this, Katherine? Huh? You ready for this? You ready to take my load straight up your tight little ass? Huh?”
In between her face getting buried in the waiter’s stomach, she nodded her head as best as she could. “Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmhmmmm!” she loudly groaned.
My hips started to stutter. “Oh yeah! Here it comes! Here it comes! Oh yeah! Oh fuck! Here it comes! Oh fuck! Cumming! Cumming! Cummmgggguuuugggghhhhh!”
My thick muscle throbbed deep inside her ass. She felt like the warmth was dumping straight into her stomach. Each throb sent a new load of thick jizz up stream. I moaned and groaned and cursed her tight ass while she squeezed it, trying to coax every drop out of it.
Once my balls stopped contracting, I paused to catch my breath. When I finally pulled out, a thick stream of white poured out of her gaped hole and streaked down the insides of her thighs. She immediately fell to her knees and finally released the waiter from her mouth, bringing a gasp from him.
“Holy shit,” he panted.
“Oh my God,” Katherine said breathlessly.
I looked at the waiter. His face was red and sweaty. I looked down at Katherine. Her hair was sexily matted to her head and back. Her body glistened with droplets of moisture.
“That was fucking awesome,” I squeezed out of my heaving chest. “Good job, Katherine.”
“T-t-thank you,” she said, not looking up from the floor.
I pulled my pants up and tucked my python back into it’s cage. I looked at the waiter, who was doing the same, and nodded towards the door. “C’mon, man, let’s get outta here. Katherine, get cleaned up and I’ll take you home.”
The waiter and I had barely left the bathroom and walked into the main area when the owner stopped us.
“Goddammit, Jimmy! Where the fuck have you been?!”
“Uh-uh-uh, I, uh…”
Being a regular customer, the owner and I had come to know each other. “Hang on, Frank. This isn’t Jimmy’s fault. He was helping me out with an issue I had in the bathroom. It took a little longer than I thought it would. If you’re gonna be mad at somebody, be mad at me. I’m sorry.”
Frank’s eyes darted back and forth between my face and Jimmy’s panicked face. “Well, okay,” Frank said, still annoyed. “Everything okay?”
“Thanks to Jimmy, everything’s fine. You’ve got a good employee here, Frank.”
Several minutes later, Katherine finally emerged from the bathroom. She was still a little wobbly and the alcohol had definitely impaired her ability to straighten herself up. But she looked better. If Katherine was sober and saw herself, she’d be horrified. I’d seen her look worse.
“C’mon, Katherine, let’s get you home.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea. It’s getting late and Darren will be getting worried. I’ll…I’ll see you tomorrow, Mark.” She was still slurring her words slightly as she reached into her purse. I snatched it away from her. She gave me a cross look.
“No, you’re not driving. You’re in no condition to drive. I’ll drive you home. Darren can bring you back to get your car tomorrow.”
She stared back at me, then finally said, “Fine. Fine.”
We climbed into my truck and headed down the road. It wasn’t long before she said, “This is a very nice vehicle, Mark. Much nicer than I would expect you to have.” Snooty Katherine was starting to peek through the alcoholic haze.
Nicer than I would expect you to have?! What the fuck does that mean?! “Oh? What would you expect me to have?”
Her head continued to survey the interior. “Well, you know, with you always wearing jeans and t-shirts and such, I just would expect…something not this nice. And clean.”
Okay. I’m not done with this bitch yet! I reached between my legs and unzipped my pants.
“Wha…wha…what are you doing?!” she asked.
My mast was at full sail again and I shook it at her. “I don’t think you’ve experienced quite enough cock yet tonight. Especially my cock. Do you feel like you’re over your infatuation with my cock, Katherine?”
Maybe it was the fog she was in, but she knew, if anything, her infatuation was worse. She stared at her object of desire. She immediately got wet between her legs again. She unconsciously licked her lips. “Well…uh…well…” she stammered.
“That’s what I thought.” I grabbed her behind the head and pulled her down. That’s one of the great things about bench seats.
She gurgled with the first dive into her throat. Her hand went straight to the base and held it steady. She sucked it as if she were starving for more cum. Each bump in the road brought a gag from her and put a smile on my face. I reached under her and roughly mauled her incredible tits. I expertly unbuttoned several buttons and had her bra lifted up, freeing her girls. She squealed with every pinch of her erect nipples.
She was completely unaware that my truck had come to a stop in her driveway. I was ready give her another dose of protein. My hand went to the back of her head and pushed it down while my hips thrusted into her face.
“C’mon, Katherine, that’s a good girl! You cock sucking slut! Goddamn you know how to suck dick! We’re almost there! C’mon, Katherine, suck it! Suck it harder!”
She did as told. She sucked me harder than she ever had before. “Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmhmmmm!”
“Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah! Here it comes! Here it comes! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ggggggaaaaaahhhhh!”
I busted my nut down her throat. I pumped her face without mercy. I could feel warm streaks begin to run down my shaft onto my balls. She gulped and gulped as fast as she could but she couldn’t keep up. She felt each throb in her throat send a fresh load into it.
I finally released my grip on her head. Her head popped up from my lap panting. I pushed her back into my lap.
“You missed some, goddammit. Now lick your mess clean.”
She went to work with her tongue, lapping at my ball sack and the underside of my hose. She took me back into her mouth and sucked hard. When we were both satisfied, she raised up from my lap again. She swiped her forearm across her chin and smiled. Then she realized we weren’t moving. She looked out the window.
“Oh! We’re home! Ohmagawd!” The front porch light flicked on while she adjusted her bra and hurriedly buttoned her shirt. “Dammit!”
I opened her door and helped her out of the truck. I held her steady and helped her towards the front door. By the time we headed up the walk, Darren was standing in the doorway in his bathrobe with a concerned look on his face.
“Gumdrop, are you okay?”
“Yes. Yes, Darling, I’m fine.” She fought not to slur her words. Her head was pounding.
“You…you don’t look okay.” He was obviously worried. “What…what’s that on your chin?”
We knew exactly what it was. She was panicked. I thought it was funny. She quickly ran her finger over her chin and tucked it between her lips. “Mmmmm, yes, it’s icing from the dessert.”
“And…and…what happened to your shirt? It looks like…it’s wet. And why are the buttons all off?”
She couldn’t hold back her gasp. I choked back a laugh. Droplets of cum had fallen onto her white silk shirt. And she was one button off, so the shirt looked cock eyed. She held the shirt out and looked down at it in horror.
“Oh! Oh my goodness! I…I…”
“Darren, bud, she had a couple drinks too many. That’s why I’m bringing her home. Looks like she wore some of her dinner. She must’ve missed a button when she was cleaning up in the bathroom. Right, Katherine?” She nodded her head with wide eyes hoping he bought it.
“But…but…Katherine doesn’t drink,” he said, obviously confused.
I smiled. “Yeah, about that…”
She cut me off. “Come on, Darling, let’s go to bed. I’m very tired.” She grabbed his arm and turned to me. “Thank you, Mar…Mr. Alan. I feel like we had a very…productive meeting tonight. Thank you for bringing me home.”
“Yes, thank you for bringing her home, Mr. Alan. That was very thoughtful of you,” Darren said sincerely.
“It was my pleasure.” Fuck yeah it was! “I’ll see you at the office tomorrow, Katherine. Good night.”
The next morning, Katherine came into my office practically crawling. The usually perfectly coiffed Katherine looked like she’d been hit by a train. Her hair was wrapped in a scarf of some kind. She had bags under her bloodshot eyes. It looked like she’d made a half-hearted attempt at her makeup. Her clothes were still sexy as fuck. But the way she carried herself was definitely off.
“What happened last night? My God! I feel as if I’d been hit by a bus!” she said, rubbing her forehead. “And my buttocks hurts! I can barely sit down! And where’s my car?!”
“Ha! You really don’t remember anything?”
She shook her head. “I seem to recall ordering drinks. You ordered an appetizer I believe.”
“Mmmmm, cheesy garlic bread,” I said rubbing my stomach.
“Yes. We talked about how we were going to handle the next step of your 12-step program. That’s all I remember.”
“Ha! Seriously?!” She nodded her head. “Ha! Wanna see a video of what happened last night?”
Her eyes flew open. “There’s video?!”
I felt the biggest grin across my face I’d ever had. “Oh yeah. Here, take a look.”
I held my phone up. It showed me plowing her ass while she swallowed the lucky waiter.
“Oh my God!” she shrieked. “Who…who…who’s that?!”
“That’s our waiter.”
“Oh my God!”
“That was the second blow job you gave him last night. Right after you sucked my dick under the table.”
“Oh my God! Keep your voice down!” I just smiled back at her. “You don’t have to look so smug about it.”
I paused. “Then you sucked my cock in your driveway.”
“Oh my God!”
“Don’t worry, Darren’s none the wiser. Clueless bastard.” She was too stunned to defend her husband. “And you fuckin’ loved it! You were begging for more. You couldn’t get enough cock last night. I lost count of how many times you came. I’ll bet you even fucked Darren last night.”
She was beginning to have flashbacks. Her body began to grow warm. She remembered an orgasm. Then another. The taste of the waiter flooded her mouth. Her ass suddenly ached to have a cock, my cock, buried in it despite the abuse it suffered last night. And she did have sex with Darren last night!
Oh my God! Have I become that slut Jenny warned me about! No! That’s impossible!
I interrupted her walk down memory lane. “At least we took care of another step in the recovery process. I think we’re making good progress, don’t you, Katherine?”
The words snapped her back to reality. “Oh! Yes, yes, I, uh, I have to agree. I believe we’re making…progress. Yes.”
“Okay. Well, I’ll look and see what the next step is and get something set up. Okay? Sound good?”
Her heart raced. “Yes! I mean, yes, please do. I think we need to proceed in, uh, a timely fashion. Let’s proceed to the next step as quickly as possible.”
Ha! She can’t wait to get stuffed with cock again! “Will do. I’ll get right on it.”
“Yes. Good. Fine. Well, have a good day, uh, Mark. I…I think I’m going to go home. Oh…shoot! I don’t have a car!”
I reached into my desk drawer. “I’ll take you over to get it, how’s that?” It’d probably be too much to ask her for a blow job on the way. Ha!
“Oh! Thank you. I would appreciate it.” I hope I can restrain myself and not have oral sex with that big, beautiful cock of his during the drive there.