"You've sure been acting weird around the customers," Betty said, tugging her dress down.
"Oh, I've been nice to everybody. I give them good service. They seem to be satisfied even if I don't rub my cunt on them."
Betty shrugged as she patted her hair in place. "Suit yourself, kid, but you're missing out an some big tips."
"If I find anybody that's in the need, I'll send him your way," Donna said, and turned away.
It had been slow so far. There weren't many customers in the dimly lit lounge. Those she served were courteous and their tips were generous.
When two men got up and left the dark corner booth, Donna went back to clear the table. She put the empty glasses and crumpled napkins on her tray and ran her fingers over the table.
There was something sticky on the surface. She pushed the tray to the edge and wiped the table with a dampened towel.
As she bent over the table, a hand pushed down on her back. Her dress flipped up over her ass and fingers felt inside the waistband of her panties, pulled her panties out over one asscheek, then the other, and drew them down off her hips. Fingers worked through the outer folds of her cunt, pressing against her fuck hole.
A finger pushed through her cuntlips and slowly probed forward. Her hips jerked down hard on the table from the electric flash as a finger touched her clit.
"Tony, get your finger out of my cunt!"
The finger withdrew and, the hand released her back. She stood and bent down, pulled her panties back up and smoothed the dress down over her hips.
"Donna, I didn't mean to make you mad," Tony said. "I was just playing."
Donna looked around the lounge. There were some people three booths away. They couldn't be seen but they could be heard.
"Let's go to your office." She picked up her drink tray and led the way.
Once in his office, Tony closed the door. "Hey, Donna. There's nothing to get mad about. We've been horsing around before."
"There's plenty to get mad about! You're treating me like a fucking whore!"
"What?"
"Don't give me that innocent act. You think I'm some kind of toy you can play with any way you want."
"Donna, that's not true!"
"It is true!" She found herself shouting. She paused and lowered her voice. "It is true. You and the rest of the men around here think you can finger my cunt whenever you want. You've no right to treat me this way."
"Donna, if I knew you felt like…"
"I can't blame you completely," she said. "I let you do whatever you wanted, right from the start."
"Okay, Donna. You've made your point. I understand and believe me, I'm sorry. What do you want?"
"I'd like to keep on working here. I'll keep on serving drinks for your customers. I'll do all that, but I want some respect. If anybody pinches my tits or fingers my cunt, you included, he gets this drink tray right in his teeth. If you can't go along with that, then fire me!"
Tony shook his head. "I won't fire you, Donna. You're a damn good waitress, and you're good for business. You deserve all the respect you want. If some customer complains about his missing teeth, I'll back you up. I will tell you this. I'll miss having sex with you."
"I didn't say I wouldn't have sex with you. I want some respect, but I'm still horny."
Donna worked the key in her door and wondered if Tony would like her interior decorating. She closed and locked the door, took his coat and hung it in the closet with hers.
"Like it?" she asked.
He looked at the arrangement of mirrors. After Syd had left, she had driven to a home furnishings store, bought six large mirrors and stuck them to the ceiling and walls.
"You decorated the place very well, Donna. You have good taste."
Feeling impish, she said, "I hope I taste good too. You know, I like to play around a little first. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," he said. "I'll be glad to do anything you want."
"You mean that? Anything?"
"You got it."
"First I want to get you naked. Stand still." Quickly, she opened his shirt, peeled it back off his shoulders and arms and pulled his undershirt off. She squatted and slipped off his shoes and socks, then reached up and unzipped his fly. She pulled his pants down, then reached into the waistband of his shorts.
She pressed her lips against the head of his cock, ran the tip of her tongue into the piss-slit, then kissed it.
"Now it's your turn to get me naked!"
Grinning, he picked her up in his arms, carried her to the bed, laid her on her back and kissed her.
"Do you mind if I get a little physical while I strip you down?"
"I'd love it," she said.
"Sure you won't knock my teeth out?"
"Not as long as you just keep it here – in our own private world."
He drew her arms up over her head. Slowly, he twisted her hands, sending tension down through her wrists, arms and shoulders. Before it became painful, Donna rolled over on her back.
His warm hands drew the zipper on her dress down to touch the crack of her ass. He took her hands again and twisted her over onto her back. He worked the dress down over her hips and down on her legs.
Donna put her arms under her head and watched as he slipped a hand under her ass and worked her panties down off one asscheek, then the other. His hands were like fire as he reached in the front of her waistband and slowly rolled the garment down.
"How's that?" he asked.
She smiled and shook her head. "I'm not naked."
Smiling, he slipped off her high-heeled shoes, unsnapped the little garters and, one leg at a time, and rolled her stockings down off her feet.
"Satisfied now?"
She smiled again and shook her head. "I'm still not naked."
"Lady, if I got you any more naked, I'd have to skin you!"
"Feel my cunt."
He put his hand in her crotch and ran two fingers up, on either side of her cuntlips.
"You're right," he said. "There's a trace of fine blonde stubble down here. Where's your razor?"
"In the bathroom."
When he came back, he had a pan of steaming water, a can of shaving cream, soap, a washcloth, towel, and a razor.
While she spread her legs wide, he dipped the washcloth in the pan and worked up a rich soapy lather on the wet cloth. The hot lather made her skin ripple as he rubbed it over her pussy mound. After dipping the washcloth again, he wiped off all traces of soap, leaving her skin shining and wet.
He squirted a little of the shaving cream on his fingers and worked it into the skin, rubbing hard on her pussy mound.
The razor was sharp and left no cuts. Soon, all of the hair was gone.
He dipped the washcloth again and blotted the whole area he'd shaved, then took the towel and slowly rubbed her dry. The skin, all the way from her cunt mound down to her asshole, was pink and shiny.
"Now are you naked enough?" he asked.
She looked down at her bare cunt mound, ran her fingertips over the sides of her cunt-lips and said, "Now I'm too naked!"
He groaned. "Donna, what are you putting me through?"
"I hate to make more trouble, but now that you got me naked, can you get me dressed? Just a little bit?"
"As long as it isn't too much," Tony said. She came back to the bed and dropped the clothing beside him. He smiled as he examined her purchases from that afternoon.
"You won't exactly be overdressed with this stuff," he said. "Lie down and relax while I dress you."
Donna lay back with her arms over her head while he fit the gloves on her – the gloves made of black nylon mesh, long enough to almost reach up to her shoulders, with holes for her fingers to pass through. The stockings, also of black mesh nylon, were tight. The tops stopped just four inches from her cunt. She made a color exception with the garters – tiny red lace garters. Tony snapped them together around the tops of her stockings. Her shoes were shiny and black, with high heels.
"God, you're beautiful!" he gasped.
"There's something missing," she said.
"What?"
"Earrings."
She got up and rummaged in the nightstand and came back to the bed. She lay down and handed them to him.
"Put them on me, Tony."
Tony sat up and fumbled with the clasps on the gold earrings. She scooted over on the bed and put her head on his lap.
He struggled to slip the loop of gold wire through the tiny pierced hole in her ear. She tried to turn her head to watch him in the mirror, but he put his arm across her head, holding her still, the back of her head against his cock.
When he finished with one earring, he turned her head and held her face against the head of his prick. While he struggled with the clasp, she stuck her tongue out and licked his piss-slit. He jerked, dropped the earring and swore.
"There, it's finished," he said, stroking her hair. "My God, Donna, you got me so hot, just handling you, I'm about to come! I'd better cool off far a minute."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Walk around the room a little. I just like to see you move."
She got up and slowly walked toward the wall, watching herself in the mirror as she approached. The flimsy clothing set off her well-proportioned figure nicely.
As she walked, the high-heeled shoes made her hips roll from side to side. Tier tiny waist flexed with her movements.
She lay on the carpet with her feet toward the mirror and brought her legs straight up, then split them straight out to the sides, letting her knees bend as she brought her thighs down flat on the rug. Her slick cunt mound swelled high, but she could look back through the mirror at her spread pussy.
Tony was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her, his big cock hard.
"Cooled off any?" she asked, getting up and moving back to the bed.
He smiled slightly and shook his head. "Are you kidding? I was watching you move your hips. Just watching you move got me closer to coming than I was before. You're a beautiful lady, Donna."
"It's sweet of you to say that. Come on. Put it in me."
He looked troubled. "Your cunt's too little. I know I'm hurting you when I do that."
"I'm a strong girl and I stretch a lot. Do it!" He reached for her legs. She held her legs down on the bed and, with one fluid motion, spread her thighs straight out to the sides. Her cuntlips spread and her bare cunt mound was swelled high. She rested her arms up over her head as he came near, his big cock pointed straight at her cunt.
He put his hands on her cunt and pulled the outer folds open farther.
As he rubbed his fingers up and down the length of her cuntslit, it made a nice warm tingle ripple through her pussy. Her hips rocked against the motions of his fingers, pushing her cunt up as his fingers rubbed down.
"You've got such a cute little cunt. I like to handle it."
"Well, I like to be handled by you. Do it as much as you like."
After a time, his hands slowed, then stopped. Her hips stopped rocking as well.
As she looked up over her tits, his fingers left her cuntlips and moved to his cockshaft. He rubbed the prickhead up and down on her cunt, pushing her pussylips apart. Slowly, the huge cockhead buried itself in the outer folds of her cunt.
It made Donna gasp to feel his cockhead push against her cunt-lips, gradually pushing them apart. As her pussy started to spread, pain stabbed through the stretched flesh, then went away.
The pain stabbed back briefly each time her cunt spread wider. Between the stabs of pain, her soft cuntlips quivered and pulsed, as Tony slowly fucked his cock into her cunt, stretching her hot, tender flesh.
Finally, the little pain stabs stopped. His entire cock was buried in her cunt. Her cuntlips felt stretched tight around his prick shaft.
"Nice lady, you're a close fit, but it's in there. You ready?"
"Do it to me!"
She lay with her arms resting over her head. His next thrust came harder, and Donna undulated her hips up quicker, driving her cunt up on his cockshaft until her but pussy mound met the hair on his groin, then she swung her hips back down, swung her ass close to the bed, stopping when the bulge of his cockhead pulled against her cuntlips.
As his cock brought higher waves of heat into her cunt, she found herself whining, a whimpering sound that rose, then dropped as they moved apart.
The harder he fucked into her, the more she knew the joys of writhing under his thrusts, letting her arms and tits shudder and whimpering freely to the pleasure he gave.
As he picked up the pace, she matched him, whipping her ass up, slipping her cunt up his cockshaft and shoving her shaved cunt mound up against his hairy crotch.
He fucked into her faster and faster, and she thrust up at him with greater fury.
Her breathing grew heavy. She gasped quickly when her ass swung down. She delighted in undulating her cunt up higher and higher, slamming against him harder and harder, to be impaled on his hard-driving prick.
Now she held her ass off the bed as she slammed back at his thrusts, matching his force. The heat of his cock came in burning waves, each wave burning hotter than the one before.
Her whine turned louder as she slammed up harder against his pounding groin. Now the waves of heat grew with each slam. Her whines changed to screams that broke off each time he fucked into her, pounding the breath from her.
"Ooohh! Ooohh! Ooohh!"
His strokes slowed, and he lifted his head and clenched his teeth as he thrust into her.
Then an intense white light flashed in Donna's closed eyes, and a pain seared through her cunt as she slammed herself up at him and braced her arched body against him while her cunt-juice flowed.
"Ooohhh!"
He fucked into her one more time, then stopped, grabbed his arms and held her tight. Hot cum spurted into her cunt, matching the jerks of his quivering hips.
When his spurns ceased, he let them both down to the bed and slipped his arms from beneath her. His limp cock slipped out of her cunt and he knelt between her legs, working his fingers into her pussy.
The gentle massaging action of his fingers on Donna's cuntlips soothed her overheated flesh. She lay back, rocking her hips to the movement. All she wanted was to lie there forever, letting the nice man work on her cuntlips, making her feel so good.
After a time, her hips moved less. When Tony closed her legs and lay beside her, she turned on her side and opened her eyes, smiling.
"I don't think anybody ever did it like that before!"
His warm hand slipped up on her hip and caressed her soft skin. She closed her eyes in comfort.
"Donna?"
"Will you marry me?" Her eyes popped open. "Christ, no!"
"Why not?"
She sat up. "Tony, you're nuts! You know I'm a nymphomaniac! If I married you, I'd feel bound to be faithful to you. I'd fuck you to death in less than a week. Then I'd go fuck someone else. It wouldn't work."
"Your problem – your nympho problem – you need to take care of it."
"I will!"
"When that happens, I hope you'll keep my offer in mind."
Donna smiled, leaned over and kissed him then she squeezed his limp cock.