All for You, Daddy

by Mary Patton

  We always joked and enjoyed each other's company, and eventually became best friends, going to bars after work, watching an occasional play, and eventually inviting each other to our friends' parties. I got this job when I was in my “nobody knows I’m into girls” phase. I was attracted to Jen, but I always thought she was straight, that she had mentioned an ex-boyfriend/ whatever she left in New York. I knew I would never have the guts to flirt with a straight girl, let alone Jen. I still hadn't had the courage to flirt with a girl I knew was a lesbian.

  One day everyone had been out, except us and a manager. Even the cooks were gone. They left me closing the bar. I grabbed one of the chopped limes and put it in my mouth, leaving a couple of slices and threw the rest away. Jen walked behind the bar and cashed her last table.

  "Are you going home after this?" She asked me to count her tips.

  "Probably. I have a couple of bottles of wine and all my roommates went to that concert in Scottsdale.” I said while cleaning the counters. "What about you?"

  "Same thing. I thought about relaxing at night, I have the next few days off." She said leaning against the bar.

  The last of the customers left, and Jen and I cleaned our tables, as we had let the passengers leave early. After we turned off all the closed signs, Jen stripped off the top half of her uniform and continued to close everything down in her little strapless T-shirt. At 5’5, about 135 and 29 years old, I was impressed by her physique. I had seen her with less clothing before, but compared to the last 5 hours looking at her with a long-sleeved collar shirt, I felt like she was practically wearing nothing. I could see her skin between the fabric of her thin shirt and the wrinkled black jeans that unfortunately didn't show my favorite physical appearance of her.

  I didn't stare long, still worried that my persona as a heterosexual college student and waitress might be in danger if I stared too long at her bare skin. Our manager was in her office, finishing the paperwork and counting our sales for the evening. I quickly averted my gaze to something under the bar, feeling my thongs were wet. I took the last slice of lemon and sucked on the juice. I picked up the rest of the fruit and put it in a bag to go back to the refrigerator. On the way back I found unopened whipped cream on a counter. I picked it up too. After leaving the fruit in the fridge I headed towards the freezer. The door closed behind me when I reached the top shelf where the rest of the frozen dairy products called home. I heard the door open again.

  I adjusted the boxes to make more space, assuming my manager had come in behind me to make sure I was doing my job or something, I didn't turn around to check. I kept rearranging the boxes until I felt both hands slide over my abdomen. I tiptoed to my heels, still sure that my manager Wendy had entered the freezer behind me.

  It was frozen. More solid than the products around us. That was until Jen's voice echoed through the freezer, melting the tension. "I hope you like this because I don't know what else to do.” She put her lips on my neck and slid her hand over the front of my pants. I stood still. Allowing her to kiss the side of my jaw and feel the juices that now soaked into my thong.

  I turned around, allowing her hands to move towards the lower part of my back. I noticed her green eyes, unsure if this was really what was happening. She pulled me, bowing her head, meshing her lips with mine; I thanked her. We didn't say another word. She allowed my hands to explore her body. Find her nipples swollen either by being horny or by the thirty-degree atmosphere, penetrating through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. The smooth side of her neck covered with icy bumps that rose to meet my anxious lips.

  Her hand was on my chest, looking for more. Suddenly I became very conscious of my breast size, which at 5’9 and 140 was quite scarce, and must be less satisfying under my nun's uniform. My mind was wandering. What did this mean for us? What did this mean for me? I had never had the confidence to flirt with a girl before. Was she a lesbian? Was she bisexual? Did that mean she was bisexual?

  All these thoughts stopped when the freezer door opened behind Jen. And unfortunately, none of our first instincts was to separate, but to stay perfectly still.

  I put my hands down and Jen did the same as she distanced herself from me. Our boss Holly seemed to tower over us, even though she was 5’3 and probably wore a double zero.

  "I knew something was going on between you two." Holly said. Taking a step closer. God, I wish Jen had at least left her shirt on, even if it was unbuttoned, she could be fastening it while Holly talked, instead of both of us standing perfectly still, waiting in line to put our necks on the chopping board.

  "I'm not going to lie though Sarah," she said, turning to me, "I'm jealous.

  Holly looked hurt.

  "I dropped hints, letting you know I liked you. I thought you just had a crush on Jen. I didn't know you two were dating.” Her piercing eyes clung to me. I wanted to tell her that this is such a recent development that we probably had made 25 cents since is started. But I didn't. I didn't say anything. We were still frozen. Holly approached me, putting her hands on my hips. "I've never considered this before," pulling Jen closer too.

  Jen looked at me, with a look of total confusion that I'm sure imitated mine. Previously, I had always considered Holly beautiful. But, I had always considered heterosexual girls out of bounds. Holly approached me through the loops of my black pants. Her lips met with mine. I was beyond confusion. Less than 10 minutes ago I had never kissed a girl in my life, let alone left room for speculation about my sexuality. I didn't know what to do. Holly approached Jen and began to touch her chest, keeping her kiss with me. I saw Jen close her eyes.

  Was I really about to have a threesome on my first time, before even expressing some interest in the same sex? Apparently. I placed my arm around Jen, sliding it toward her ass, which was incredibly tighter than I had imagined. I shoved my hand between her pants and her ass and squeezed it. I removed my lips from Holly's and replaced them on Jen's neck when a groan escaped Jen's lips. I felt someone's hands on my ass and another on my chest. Honestly, I didn’t care who they belonged to. Holly got between me and the back of the freezer. Once again, a hand slipped under the front of my pants. I open my legs, allowing her fingers in and out of me. Pushing toward me. I continued to work on Jen's throat, groping it, now with my chest exposed.

  I found myself squeezing her nipple with every push in my smoking pussy. And very soon I stopped kissing Jen's neck and found myself biting her shoulder, keeping the same pulsating grip on her left breast. Like the pushes in my pussy and the thumb in my clitoris were sending me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension increase as my mouth found Jen's. Tittering on the edge of an orgasm, I kissed Jen. Holly's fingers stuck once more in my pussy, soaking her hand and causing a spasm in my body. I collapsed on Jen, Holly kissing my neck from behind.

  I regained my balance and straightened up, started kissing Jen again, pulling her closer to me, sliding my fingers into her identical black pants. I worked her pussy while Holly found my breasts. Soon I felt another pair of hands on mine, unbuckling my belt and unbuckling Jen's pants. I knelt, feeling the cold ground under my knees. My lips found her pussy. I savored my first taste from another woman, and began pumping my fingers toward her as my tongue worked on her throbbing clitoris.

  Moments later I felt her legs tighten. I reduced the rhythm of my fingers hoping to be able to postpone her orgasm for a few more moments to be able to take every drop of the juices that escaped her pussy. Soon I put my fingers, the muscles of her pussy grabbing my fingers and flexing with each twitch of my tongue in her clitoris, and the hands on my head pressed against my hair. I licked the juices long after the orgasm had diminished.

  I stood up and met Jen's lips with mine again. Holly’s hands on my breasts again, as Jen’s hands met at my breasts. Our manager interrupted our kiss.

  "How about we take this to a warmer climate?" She suggested, with a cold tremor.

  I still wasn't sure if I was willing to do much more with Jen on my first night with her, but I in
vited them both to my apartment anyway. Maybe having to work until the end isn't so bad anymore.

  Chapter 1

  I was heading home from school. I live outside the city and was going faster than I should have gone down the abandoned street that leads to my house. I had been trying to motivate my English teacher to fuck me for quite some time and so today I wore a dark skirt and a silk shirt with buttons that I had recently tied under my 36 DD breasts. I had the first two buttons unbuttoned and the shirt was so tight that it looked painted on. I was not wearing a bra or panties. I sat in the first column of his class with my legs open to give him a good view of my wet shaved pussy. As I drove, I thought about him fucking me in his office.

  I was so absorbed in my fantasy that I didn't realize I was speeding until I saw the flashing lights in my rearview mirror. I maneuvered into the driveway of a house that was available for purchase and looked like a place that had been vacant for some time. Like I said, I live on the outskirts of the city and the street was abandoned. I saw the cops crawling behind me. They took away my license and registration and I saw the policeman and his accomplice walking around. They were well-built and both were handsome. They were both big people, about 6’3 tall and 250 pounds each. They could have been brothers, apart from the fact that one was as dark as the other was white.

  "Do you know how fast you're going? I looked at his little silver tag and it said Jacobs.

  "I realize I was speeding, officer, I'm sorry.” I said and gave him my papers. My pussy was wet, and I just wanted to get it over with so I could go home and masturbate.

  At that moment the two cops were at the window, looking at my top. I could see that they liked the view and it made me considerably hornier.

  "Did you notice you were going to 70 in a 45 zone?" The dark policeman asked. His unofficial ID says Rogers.

  "No, my mind was elsewhere." I've admitted it.

  "Get out of the vehicle, ma'am.” Jacobs said.

  I got out of the vehicle, but when I did, my purse dropped, I turned to get it, and I heard one of them whistle.

  "Ma'am, we're going to need to search you.” Rogers said as I stood. "It would be ideal if you put your hands on the hood.” He took my bag and put it in the vehicle.

  I put my hands on the hood of the vehicle and felt someone softly kick my feet apart. I saw big, white hands hollow out my chest and play with my hard nipples before going down my flat stomach. At that moment he dived under my skirt, I felt him dip his fingers in my wet slit.

  "Rogers, I think you need to see this." Jacobs said as he sucked his fingers.

  The dark, sexy cop approached me from behind and stroked my tits with one hand as he tucked the other into my skirt. His body was tight in front of mine and I could feel his erection pressing on my ass. I rubbed against that cock and heard him moan delicately. He simply grabbed my wrist and squeezed them together and I felt a pair of handcuffs break.

  I tried to pivot to perceive what was happening, but Jacobs slapped my ass so hard I let out a cry.

  "Walk up to that house, and we can get this matter dealt with." He said and gave me a push toward the door.

  I began for the door and as I did, I saw Rogers get into my vehicle and drives it behind the house. Whenever Jacobs and I got there he opened the door and took me into a small room. The main furniture was a king-sized mattress on the floor by the radiator and coat rack in the corner.

  Jacobs tossed me down on the mattress and undid my sleeves. I heard Rogers drive the police cruiser around the back of the house before coming in.

  "I called dispatch and told Roberts we had a Code S." Rogers said with a smile. "He told us to take as much time as is needed."

  They took off their garments and draped them on the coat rack before coming over to me. Rogers had a pair of since quite a while ago chained shackles from the wardrobe, and chained me to the radiator.

  Jacobs leaned down and felt my cunt; it was wetter then ever. I had never been treated like this but I liked it. I moaned as he massaged my clit.

  "Gracious I think it will require a long investment to show this dreadful prostitute a thing or two, won't it whore." Jacobs inquired.

  I moaned again in pleasure but he slapped my bosom and said:

  "When I make an inquiry, bitch you fucking answer."

  "Indeed officer." I said.

  "Presently, to what extent it going to take us to encourage a prostitute like you your exercise?" He asked again.

  "It will require you a long investment, officer." I replied.

  "Good, presently I want you to suck our cocks, you fuck tramp."

  They both had big dicks; Jacobs's was around 8 inches in length and an inch and a half wide. Rogers' on the other was at least 11 inches in length and inches wide. I had never observed a dick that big, all things considered. I sucked Jacobs's first, licking it all over before taking the pole in my mouth. He moaned delicately, and fingered my cunt. Following a couple of minutes he hauled his cock out of my mouth and began to eat my pussy. I got Rogers' cock and began to lick, I cherished its flavor. I gradually opened my mouth to go down on it.

  Rogers got my head and constrained it down his colossal cock. I battled and Jacobs smashed his cock into my pussy.

  "I want you to stifle on my cock you fucking white bitch." Rogers panted as he push his giant cock in my mouth. "I want to see stupid honky whore choke on my fat cock."

  My jaw was aching as he continued to fuck my face as hard as possible. Jacobs was pounding my pussy like a jackhammer. I was in paradise being utilized like I basic road prostitute, this is what I had in every case subtly wanted.

  I heard Jacobs moan as he filled my gap with his cum and a minute later Rogers filled my mouth with so much cum that I gagged on it.

  They both got up and Jacobs smoked a cigarette but Rogers got his nightstick and a container of lubricant. He rolled my onto my stomach, stuck it in my still wet cunt and began to fuck me with it.

  "Treat you so harshly as that, you dirty little skank?" He asked, "Do love to have something big and dark up that tight white snatch?"

  "Truly," I cried, "Fuck me, fuck me hard." I was bucking against the nightstick that he was ramming into my pussy. I had an immense climax and he fucked me harder.

  Jacobs, who had been watching, was hard again. He snatched my hair and stuffed his cock in my mouth. He fucked my face as Rogers reamed my cunt. I moaned and writhed with the bliss, all things considered,

  "Look at this tight little asshole, I wager this bitch has never has her ass cherry popped." Rogers said he examined my asshole. "Nothing makes me harder than a tight virgin ass on a terrible white bitch."

  He took the nightstick out of my pussy and picked up as much of my juices as he could on his fingers and shoved one up my ass. He worked it back and forth and then included another. He included some lubricant and then shoved his penis up his ass. He needed to be moderate to get in, but he did. At first I thought he broke me, but as he kept fucking my ass, I started to appreciate it.

  "My God, I want to fuck a tight ass." He gasped as he slid out. At that moment he grabbed me by the hips and shoved his thick, dark penis as hard as he could.

  "I think it's time we double this prostitute," Jacobs said as he took his cock out of my mouth.

  Rogers pulled his dick out of my ass. Jacobs moved under me and I rode him for a while, then I felt Rogers sticking his cock up my ass again. I had never done anything like that before and I appreciated it. I whined and crouched.

  "You love having two fat cocks in the meantime, don't you, you dirty prostitute?" Jacobs asked as he beat my pussy.

  "You better believe white bitches love to use it, don't you," Rogers gasped as he beat my ass.

  "Really, really, yeah. I love being used, this is what I want, what I need. I have the right to be a little toy for any cock that comes my way. I appreciate being a dreadful semen prostitute and getting fucked by anyone who fucks me.”

  "No doubt, dirty prostitute, I'm going to cum everywhere
, would you like that?" Rogers gasped.

  "Really, you're cumming all over me. I'm your prostitute, getting dirty." I shouted.

  Rogers pulled out of my ass and Jacobs pulled out of my pussy. They moved me and masturbated on my face. I removed the thick, sticky semen from my face and licked it off my fingers.

  "You're the best prostitute I've had in a long time." He said. Jacobs took off my shackles.

  "You're definitely a sexy bitch.” Added Rogers getting dressed.

  "I'm happy to be stopped tonight," I said, "it was an exercise I really needed.”

  "All things considered, we're going to look for speeders on Tuesday nights if you need a supplemental class.” Jacobs smiled as he got dressed.