“I’m gonna ram my tail right into your hairy muff.” Monroe told her, loud enough for her to hear and tremble at his words. “I’m gonna fill you with so much cock that you won’t be able to move. And then I’m going to pump it in and out, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until you’ll think your pussy’s on fire.”
Yes, she thought. Do it, don’t wait. Screw, ball me, shove it in until I burst, until I can taste it in my mouth.
“Oh baby, you’re gonna beg for more,” he kept promising her. “You’re gonna do anything, anything we ask. Because you’ve never had a fuck like the one I’m gonna give you. You’ve never felt what it’s like to have a black guy thrusting his cock right up between your leg’s, his big thick black cock, babe. Bigger and thicker than any fucking cock you’ve ever seen or felt!”
Yes, yes, she kept thinking, pumping her hips up and down, her legs spread wide as her mouth was filled to the gills with Tony’s thick pulsating dick. Indeed, the man never stopped moving, taking hold of Lois’ hands and directing them to the round swollen bag between his thighs.
She fondled his nuts and toyed with the stem, the base of his cock as it moved in and out of her mouth. Then, Lois felt the black man lifting her legs and she glanced around Tony to see Monroe slowly lowering himself down against her.
Tony lifted one leg and turned sideways, pivoting around so that Lois had to bend her head all the way back, still sucking on his cock as he crouched behind her, allowing his friend to get on top of the woman’s lush and highly excited body.
“Sure gonna be a tight fit,” the big black stud said with a laugh. “You’ve got a hot sweet little box, lady. I’m gonna fill it with cock until you scream for more, for more and more of my tail.”
Then, with a grin stretched across his wide sensuous lips, Monroe braced himself on the palms of his hands and pushed down. As Lois watched, breathless with anticipation, she saw the fistful of cock-head slipping forward, moving against her vaginal furrow and wedging tightly inside, up against her clitoris and vulva.
Monroe held himself rigid, unmoving, his pecker stroking gently, slowly and tantalizingly until Lois pushed her hips up as much as she could, trying to get the Negro’s cock all the way down inside of her. Seeing how turned on she was, Monroe shoved down with a hard brutal force.
He knocked her breath away as Lois felt her tissues stretching. Her hole was expanding incredibly, almost to the breaking point as if, within another second, it would rip apart, spurting blood all over her thighs.
But it never happened. Her body adjusted itself as more and more of Monroe’s cock slipped inside, banging against the walls of her twat as it plowed a hot tunnel down into the depths of Lois’ womb. She couldn’t move.
Her mouth was stuffed with cock and now her cunt was jammed, packed with hard burning meat until she thought she would be split in half. Monroe clenched his teeth, concentrating as he plunged down with a violent penetrating thrust. He slammed every last inch of his penis into place between the lips of the woman’s vagina.
Grinding his hard hairy belly against her mound, he stayed where he was, looking up at her. “How does it feel?” he asked. “How does it feel to have cock everywhere, all the way in, tight as a drum?”
Slowly, he eased himself up, pulling his cock five or six inches out of her bole and then ramming it in again. He kept stroking into her that way, shoving down hard and pulling out gently as his buttocks quivered with each fresh insertion. Lois felt herself being stretched wide as a gaping toothless mouth. Harder and harder the man moved his cock, plunging in and out with a reckless abandon, a speed that seemed to make her cunt burn as she lifted her legs, locking her ankles around Monroe’s throbbing black buttocks.
She was being held immobile, rigidly in place. Suddenly, Tony screamed out, “Shit, baby! Now, suck on it, suck my cream down! Oh shit, swallow my come! What a fucking mouth. Holy Mother, I’m shooting, shooting!”
Lois could feel the man’s penis throbbing inside of her mouth and as she glued her lips to it, still conscious of Monroe’s penis plowing in and out of her pussy, Tony exploded. He shook and groaned loudly as suddenly a great spurt of hot white cream gushed between her lips, splattering inside her mouth.
Lois tried to swallow his semen down as fast as it came. One shot followed another as her mouth filled up and Tony’s cock kept ejaculating. Bullet-like wads of jism cascaded into her throat and she swallowed quickly, feeling the man’s hot salty come trickling down her throat like oil or syrup. And all the time he came, Tony kept ramming his meat in and out of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat and she gagged.
Hearing her, he still didn’t stop. His cock was spurting like a fire-hose gone out of control and he held her head in place, panting and whimpering as his eyes rolled up. The force, the sheer power of Tony’s orgasm amazed her, for Lois recalled that Bret had always come rather quickly, and certainly not as loudly or vocally.
Finally, the come trickled down and with a final feeble spurt, his cock was milked totally dry. Tony didn’t move, keeping it in Lois’ mouth until some of the trapped blood was released and it got smaller and less thick, less hard. Then, when his pecker was limp, Tony pulled it out of her mouth and fell back on the floor, breathing hard.
It was then that Lois felt Monroe really going into action, for he gripped her suddenly with a viciousness and raw animal energy that made her heart beat wildly. Thrusting his cock down into her snatch, harder and faster than ever before, he grabbed her as Tony leaned over to watch, staring intently as his partner’s cock whistled in and out of the woman’s wide dripping hole.
“Fill me with come!” she begged him, staring into his glazed and dilated, almost feverish, eyes. “Give me more, more!”
Monroe was tossing, moaning as he rolled from side to side on top of her. “Use your cunt muscles, hold me down in place!”
Lois clamped and unclamped her muscles, making the walls of her cunt flutter as she tightened the width of her hole, narrowing the circumference as she felt the heat and friction building up incredibly. It was as if her vagina was an oven and she felt ready to come, no longer in control of her senses.
She kept screaming for more as she heard the black man groaning louder, seemingly piercing her very insides, her gut, with each brutal and forceful thrust. His penetrating jabs kept her glued to the floor and when Lois felt her climax mounting, she told him to come with her, the two of them creaming together.
She was sobbing, screaming, “Please, fuck me. I feel your cock everywhere. It’s so big, so black and thick. Your big black body, you big black stud. You animal, give it to me, more, harder!”
Babbling almost incoherently, she heard Monroe laughing, gnashing his teeth as she felt his heavy pendulous nuts whacking against her upraised bottom. They felt like a fist, landing blow after blow against her ass as he hurtled down on her, drilling her to the floor. It was as if his cock had gone berserk.
“Cream, baby,” Tony called out. “Fill her up with your juice. Shit, look at her move. She’s going nuts! Fuck the shit out of her, harder, Monroe, harder!”
Then, Lois began to come.
She was moaning at the top of her voice, writhing on the floor and unable to speak as a great roar filled her ears and her cunt was splattered with Monroe’s come. He gripped her close and his semen rushed out thickly. His cock was spurting and his climax made him hammer blow after blow into her until his belly hairs became entangled in her own curly pubic bush.
“What a fuck, man,” he groaned. “What a tight hot fucking cunt. I’m shooting, coming, creaming! Holy shit motherfucker she’s burning me with that tight-assed pussy!”
Lois’ snatch was drenched and as she lay on the floor, coming as well, she felt Monroe’s cream dripping out of her hole, it was filled so completely with his huge and copious emission. Monroe kept his cock in place as it throbbed inside her vagina. He drooled and his spittle trickled down his chin as he trembled all over, shaking as if he was having a fit. His muscles went spastic and his legs shot out as Lois felt the overwhelming energy and force, the virility of the Negro’s climax.
No orgasm had ever affected her as much.
And as for her own climax, it left her weak and exhausted on the floor as Monroe finally pulled his limp tool out of her pussy and lay back, breathing deeply, his eyes closed and his hard muscular chest rising and falling.
Lois thought that would be the end of it. But she never realized that what she had heard from her neighbor was the truth. For Monroe, and even Tony, were insatiable. They, were greedy, hungry for more. They weren’t about to stop now that they had started something.
Before she could even get to her feet, she saw them edging closer and closer to her, until she felt their hot excited breath bearing down on her body. “Don’t run away, lady,” Monroe said to her, leaning forward and licking his way back and forth across her pendulous boobs.
Lois felt the man’s hot panting breath on her tits and she shivered, wondering what they planned to do to her next. She was vaguely frightened, not sure if she had made a mistake or not. But she kept her discomfort to herself, hoping for the best.
And as Monroe crammed her nipples into his mouth, chewing on them delicately with the edges of his front teeth, he began to pull and tug on his cock. Tony, Lois noticed, began to do the same, moving between her legs and licking up his friend’s copious spendings.
The very sight of the swarthy muscle-bound man bending down to lick up another man’s come surprised her and as she saw his tongue shooting out, dipping into the wads of gooey semen which covered her pussy, she thought that the both of them were nothing but sex-machines, geared only to physical satisfaction.
Tony was flicking the come back into his mouth as he swallowed it down with what Lois imagined was obvious pleasure. He tongued the outside of her pussy until it was dry, playing with his pecker at the same time until both he and his friend once again had regained their rigid boners.
Lois looked from one man to the other, her eyes fascinated with the sight of their two huge hot cocks. Their peckers thrust up, quivering like spears and bobbing from side to side in the air. Their sexual appetites were incredible, for Bret had rarely, if ever, fucked her twice in the same night.
Lois was no longer ashamed of herself. She wasn’t sorry for what she had done and what she was about to do again. Rather, she gave herself up, feeling fulfilled and satisfied and no longer bitter about her life. When she heard Tony speaking up, she turned her attention to him, her eyes glued to the massive pole between his grizzly thighs.
“You know what?” he asked her, reaching down between her legs and cupping her pussy with the palm of his hand. “I’m going to pack your shit in.”
She looked at him, not understanding what he was talking about.
“That’s what I said, baby,” he went on to explain. “I’m going to take this here big fat cock and ram it right up inside your ass, that tight plump ass that looks like it’s just begging to get plowed.”
Lois laughed nervously. “It’s too large,” she told the man, trying to make a joke out of the matter. “You don’t want to cause me any pain. That wouldn’t be nice now, would it?”
“Oh, don’t worry about pain, sugar. It won’t hurt, not a bit. I’ll get my pecker nice and wet and you won’t feel a thing. Just cock, but no pain. Because I just can’t resist an ass like yours. See how my meat is throbbing,” Tony told her, pointing to his cock which rose up like a huge pipe from between his legs. “I’m going to put it right into place without any trouble, whatsoever.”
Then, he grabbed Lois by the legs and as she struggled to get away, he flipped her over on her belly. She tried to pull back, but Monroe laughed and grabbed hold of her arms, pinning her to the floor.
“We don’t want any trouble, lady,” Tony told her, a strange almost sadistic kind of excitement welling up in his voice. “Don’t you know about guys like us? We’re like tigers, sugar. We can never get enough ass or pussy to keep us satisfied. But today we’re not going to go away unhappy. You understand, don’t you?”
His hand swung out and Lois felt it slapping roughly across her buttocks. The skin tingled and he pushed her knees up to her chest as she kept trying to pull away. But it was no use. She was going to be raped, going to be fucked up the ass by a man with a massive cock, a man who wouldn’t stop at anything until he had achieved complete physical gratification.
Lois began to cry out. She was frightened out of her wits. But Monroe clamped his hand over her mouth and held her down to the floor, his great muscled bulk hovering over her as she felt Tony’s hands around her waist. She looked back nervously, just in time to see the man spitting into the palm of his hand.
Rubbing his spittle up and down the length of his pecker, it rose up all slick and wet, shining in the light, covered with natural lubricant. Then, when his dick was ready, he took hold of it around the base of the thick rigid staff and crouched down on his knees. He was positioned directly behind Lois as he pushed forward, lodging the round bulbous head of his cock right up between the smooth white cheeks of her ass. She held her breath, feeling faint as the man shoved forward.
Suddenly, she couldn’t bear the pain. Lois began to scream out, biting Monroe’s hand. “Watch it, bitch!” he yelled at her, slapping her roughly across the face.
The blow subdued her. She felt her head rattle as the black man hit her and, at that instant, the pressure against her asshole exploded. She was trembling with pain as she felt Tony’s penis pushing against the sensitive skin of her bottom-hole. Finally, it was forced open, stretched wide in order to accommodate his enormously thick dong.
Clinging to her, he rammed forward again, harder than the first stroke. More and more of his nine-incher plowed up into her rectum, making her scream out again and again. Her cries were muffled by Monroe’s heavy hand across her mouth. Her body was on fire and the pain mounted steadily, filling her loins until she thought she would go insane from the suffering torment.
But Tony never stopped.
He thrust forward once again and this time his entire hot bulky tool worked its way up into her anus. Every last inch was rammed in, filling her bottom to the breaking point. The skin was stretched incredibly and she couldn’t understand the strange, almost weird, sensations which were coming back to her.
But the pain began to fade as the man continued to pump into her, frictioning hard and pushing his pecker in and out with faster and faster strokes. And, at the same time, she was forced to open her mouth as Monroe rammed his really gigantic penis between her lips. He stuffed it own her throat until she couldn’t breathe and then he too began to hump it in and out, mouth-fucking her.
Lois rolled about on the floor, her mouth crammed full of black cock, her ass filled up with yet another pipe-length of hot pulsating dong as Tony kept smashing into her, harder and harder. He said nothing, using all of his brute force and weight to slam his cock up into the very depths of her bowels. And at the same time, he thrust two fingers underneath her and right into Lois’ hot, mushy and come-filled snatch.
She screamed out then, the pain turning to pleasure as the man frictioned his fingers in and out of her twat while he worked his cock deeper and deeper into her rectum. She could even feel the skin along the shaft of his thick penis scraping along the hot dry walls of her ass, plowing a deep penetrating furrow into her rectum as Monroe humped and pounded his meat in and out from between her lips.
He was certainly enjoying her blow-job, smiling and shivering with growing lust as she stopped feeling anything but delight. For her body, as far as Lois was concerned, belonged to them. They could use it as they saw fit. It was, almost, as if it was at their disposal. They were taking her against her will, but it was like being raped and the idea of being forced to submit to unnatural sexual acts made Lois shiver with pleasure.
Tony kept groaning, grunting loudly, “What a fucking tight ass, man! Shit, it’s so fucking hot and narrow, like she’s burning my meat, skinning it raw!”
Hammering away, he ground his hairy belly against Lois’ ass, his penis moving back and forth, in and out, never stopping as the heat and friction mounted slowly but inexorably. Her cunt began to get hotter and hotter as he thrust his two deeply penetrating fingers in and out of her pussy.
Keeping his cock in place, Monroe pushed it in and out of her mouth as Lois gave herself to both of them, to these two big animal-men, loving what they were doing to her. She knew that she wouldn’t stop them, that they could use her for as long as they wished.
“Oh baby, now, now!” Tony yelled out, cork-screwing down with a vicious twisting motion as she moaned loudly, feeling the man’s penis making her ass throb with pain.
And then he came.
Snorting, screaming, his voice loud, guttural and hoarse, Tony’s cock shuddered and suddenly gushed, spurting his load deep into Lois’ well-filled and tortured bottom. She kept Monroe’s cock in her mouth, lashing her tongue around the thick pulsating shaft. But he didn’t move or come right then. Instead, he stared at his partner, watching Tony carefully as he came, shooting his cream into Lois’ bottom and bathing her rectum in a rich and almost soothing emission. Her pussy was dripping wet and it seemed as if Tony’s fingers were scooping out her insides, her guts, digging in and scraping up along the walls of her overheated box. She was going to come again, but at that moment Tony pulled his hand away and lifted himself off of her, his cock sliding out of her ass, coated with reek and come.
As soon as Tony’s enormous pistoning dick was removed, Lois felt the walls of her rectum collapsing. She heard the guy’s cock plopping out with a loud and resounding squish and before she could do anything, before she could move a muscle or say a word, Monroe had pulled his penis out of her mouth, throwing himself down on top of her.
He turned her over on her back, lifting her legs up into the air. Then, as she gazed with shock and disbelief at his sweaty black body, Monroe slammed down and she screamed out, seeing his shoving his enormous hot penis right up into her come-dripping asshole.
“Oh don’t, don’t!” she pleaded. “It’s enough. I just can’t handle anymore. You’ll kill me. You’re much too big!”
But he only laughed at her, smacking his lips and flicking out his tongue like a snake, a poisonous snake she thought with a shudder. He guided his thick weapon in and out of her anus as Lois clawed at the air and felt her insides screaming out with raw tortured pain.
Her rectum was filled with semen and Tony watched as his friend moved his own hard dick in and out of the woman’s mushy asshole, never stopping. “Shit, it’s so nice and scummy,” Monroe called out, stretching Lois’ rectal walls as much as they could bear. She was nearly blinded by the pain as the man’s cock worked its way into her. It seemed much bigger and thicker than Tony’s and her sphincter muscles were going out of control, having spasms as the man plowed into her, harder and faster.
“Beautiful, beautiful,” he kept moaning, pounding into her. “What a fuck, what a great hot mushy fuck!” Holding her legs up, he worked quickly, breathing in deeply as Lois stared up at him, not believing what was happening to her.
She watched Monroe’s blue-black cock appearing and then disappearing between her legs. He didn’t touch her pussy and she felt the pressure of his cock-shaft pushing against the thin septum, the divisional membrane which separated her vagina from her rectum.
It was, she realized, as if he was plowing into both holes at once, fucking up a storm, moving heavily against her. She listened to the insistent thud and pounding as her weary flesh was used without mercy. It seemed to her that Monroe had a sexual appetite which knew no bounds. He wasn’t a man, but a freak, a freak with a cock that rightly should have belonged on a horse and a libido that made him seem like a wild-man, an insane sex-starved savage.
And then, as far as Lois Baxter was concerned, the grossest moment arrived. Tony rummaged among his tools and returned with something in his hand. Suddenly, she saw Monroe brandishing a thick wooden hammer, a blunt-headed mallet of some kind. He held it in his hand and kept laughing, even as he continued humping away.
“Oh you won’t, you couldn’t!” she shouted, thinking that he was going to kill her.
That, however, hadn’t even entered Monroe’s mind.
For he took the wooden instrument, this foot-long thick wooden mallet and pushed it right between the lips of her pussy, shoving it down into her snatch. Lois screamed out as she felt the thick phallic weapon bearing down into her, filling her completely. It was thicker and longer than either of the two cocks she had already experienced and she felt about to disintegrate.
Then, using one hand to friction the makeshift dildo in and out of her widely gaping and amazingly stretched hole, Monroe kept moving, pumping into her ass even faster and harder than before. His huge pendulous nuts, still loaded with come, slammed and thudded against her upraised bottom and Lois saw the man’s muscles rippling sensuously across his chest.
The veins stood out as his black shaft came into view, braided with thick protruding bands that pulsed hotly as Monroe kept working on her bottom, enjoying his non-stop fucking with gusto and considerable excitement. And then Lois began to come, suddenly, her orgasm catching her unawares.
Her hole was filled with the mallet which moved and frictioned up against her battered vaginal walls. She began to claw and scream, a gurgle of lust rising up from her guts, as Monroe kept pouring his meat into her, coming as well.
His pecker exploded, showering hot come into her ass, filling her bottom once again as he screamed out vile names, cursing her and raving on and on. His body hammering her down to the floor as he shoved the mallet down to her uterus, battering it into place.
“Man, what an ass. Shit Mother you fucking tight-assed white bitch!” he cried. “How does it feel? Do you have what you want? Is it enough for you, honky, or do you want me again? Shit, you wanted cock so bad, big black cock and now you have it. Oh God it feels so good all this come shooting out, shooting…” and his words trailed off as he fell against her, pushing the mallet almost out of sight as Lois cried out, trembling and shaking with orgiastic pleasure.
Her excitement was unbelievable and she was still experiencing yet another climax when Monroe lay against her. His cock was petering out and several minutes later she began to feel the pressure decreasing as his penis got smaller. Finally, Monroe lifted himself off of her and pulled the mallet out of her snatch. It was soaked with cunt juice and he threw it disgustedly to the floor, pulling his tool out and staggering to his feet.
Lois lay there, trying to catch her breath.
She was covered with sweat and come. White gobs of cream covered and filled the wet chink of her ass, pouring out of her vagina as well. She was literally resting on a puddle of semen and she didn’t have the energy to get to her feet. Every part of her body throbbed and the memory of what had happened – what she had allowed to happen, she saw then with a flash of recognition – the memory of her orgasms and what the men had done to her, filled her with a nameless shame and unvoiced dread.
She didn’t know what to do.
As she watched Monroe and Tony pulling on their clothes and moving back to their work, Lois got to her feet, clutched her nightgown to her naked body and hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She didn’t know what to do and it was several hours later that they left, saying that they had fixed the leak.
But as for Lois Baxter, she was still dripping, even after having taken a second shower.
Had he known what his wife had been up to that morning, what had been up her in more ways than one, Bret Baxter might have felt a little easier, a little more sure of himself. But he was as ignorant of Lois’ infidelities as she was of his.
No wonder she thinks I’m getting old and dull in the sack, he thought to himself, sitting over his second cup of coffee and knowing that he’d have to get back to the office in less than half an hour.
But he couldn’t move. He was rooted to his seat at the lunch counter, thinking of the things he had done in the last few months, thinking of the women he had screwed and the times he had come home late at night with a ready excuse on his lips, able to lie away any of his wife’s nagging doubts.
I don’t know what it is, he thought to himself. I just need more, more and more. One cunt doesn’t satisfy me. Shit, everyone we know thinks we’re a perfectly happy married couple. If they only knew the truth, if they only had a smattering of what really goes on in our lives.
For things, he knew, were not as they should have been. Despite a successful career, a loving wife and two good kids, Bret Baxter was not a particularly happy man. He wanted to save his marriage, but it seemed to him that his cock always got in his way. He was always hankering after pussy, pussy that belonged to someone other than his wife.
Not that Lois didn’t satisfy him, but the very act of making it with a stranger really turned him on and made him perform all the better. Glancing about, bored and ill at ease, he found himself staring at one of the waitresses.
She wore a slinky black uniform of some satin-like material, a huge and elaborately folded hanky covering one of her tits. Big boobs, he noticed with growing delight, feeling his cock tingling in his pants.
That’s what I need, Bret decided. A good fast piece, one-two-three, no questions asked.
And the more he looked at the waitress, the more he wanted to ball her. A sense of excitement overcame him as he glued his eyes to the woman’s lush curvy figure and her huge ripe jugs. Draining his cup of coffee, he was determined to have her. And as she walked behind the counter, taking orders, handing sandwiches and plates of steaming food to the other customers, he watched her ass swaying and dipping, bouncing an invitation from side to side until his penis was poking up, struggling to get out of his trousers.
Bret had a large cumbersome bulge in the front of his pants and he sat on the lunch counter stool, still eyeing the young woman, waiting for her to catch his penetrating and questioning stare. Finally, she saw him looking at her, particularly at the lush ivory-white cleavage which peeked out from the folds of her uniform.
“You finished?” she asked, pointing to his empty coffee cup. “Or you want something else?”
Bret nodded his head.
“What’ll it be?” she asked, rather impatiently, looking at him curiously. “I don’t got all day, mister. There are other people waitin’ for service.”
Her arrogant and irritated manner amused him and he laughed to himself. She was a turn-on, all right, he felt sure of that. Slowly, he got to his feet, standing in front of her so that she would have no trouble, no difficulty at all in seeing the enormous protruding bulge in front of his fly.
Bret’s pecker was hard and rigid, throbbing hotly as he watched the waitress giving him the once-over. He knew that she would soon enough notice his hard-on and he knew as well that she wouldn’t be put off by the sight of it. There was something tough and experienced about her, something that told him that he might just be able to succeed in his little scheme of things.
“So?” she asked, her hands on her hips, her lacquered black hair rising above her head like a crown.
Reaching into his pocket as she followed his motions, Bret saw how the waitress opened her eyes wide at the sight of the thick pipe-like outline which rose up in his pants. Then, laying three ten-dollar bills on the counter, he pointed to his cock.
“What the fuck’s going on?” she asked, looking at him with a mixture of awe, excitement and hostility. “This a proposition, mister, or somethin’?”
“Exactly,” he said in an even voice, smiling all the while. “I’m not fussy or too particular. Do you have a back room? It’ll do perfectly.”
“Shit, some guys are really too much,” she mumbled. But, obviously, the sight of the money was too enticing. She glanced over at the chef who had, Bret realized, been watching what had been going on between the two of them. He was a squat burly man with powerful arms and a florid complexion. The guy nodded his head and winked at the waitress.
Then, she turned back to him. Bret wondered if the chef was the boss, wondered too if he was pimping for the waitress, for it seemed that she just might conceivably do this kind of thing pretty often, perhaps even on a regular basis. His wink seemed to say to Bret that it was all right for her to leave her station behind the counter and then, as she looked at him, he noticed the sneer planted on her lips, a sneer of unvoiced arrogance and superiority.
Her manner excited him all the more, for he hoped that she wouldn’t be a quick lay, a woman who lifted her legs, shut her eyes and didn’t budge. “Sure thing, mister,” she told him, tossing her head back and motioning for Bret to go through a swinging door that led into the kitchen. He heard plates rattling and smelled food cooking as he got up and walked behind the counter. He didn’t look back. Through the swinging doors he saw another door that led off from the kitchen. Turning the knob, he stepped inside. It was dimly lit, but he made out a couch and an old office desk. Excited by the prospect of having sex with the nameless woman, especially in the back of the lunch counter, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, undid his cufflinks and took them off, laying them carefully over the desk chair.
He could feel his heart racing. The thought of the woman’s lush sensuous body made his loins ache with lust and desire and he whipped off his belt, unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. His shoes and socks followed until he was down to his undershorts.
Bret glanced up and down the length of his body, pleased with himself. He was still in good shape and his cock rose up in front of his briefs, stiff and ready for action. Then, sitting down on the moldy leather couch, he lit a cigarette and waited for the waitress with considerable desire and even more impatience.
