by Sasha Medly
“You don’t give the orders around here,” Indigo pulled her hair, “take what I give you and enjoy it. I am your master tonight and anytime we are together. Is that understood?”
“Yes master,” Chrissie said brushing her pussy against his hard cock. She could feel her juices already flowing down her legs. Being around Indigo made her so horny it was maddening. Why couldn’t he start fucking her already? She needed him so badly.
Indigo kissed her roughly dragging Chrissie’s smooth locks between his fingers. Their tongues tangling with each other in earnest lust. She could feel heat moving through her body, begging for release through Indigo’s cock. But he was the master and she needed to wait until he was ready to ravage her body and give up his seed. He was in charge and she the willing submissive meant to accept his mighty rod. Her pussy cried out for him but had to wait until the doctor was ready to dispense his mighty medicine and fuck her senseless.
He started moving downwards until he reached her waiting pussy. She knew it was time and she could not wait. She arched as he put his lips between her legs and started to suck. Waves of pleasure shot through her veins as she arched and begged for more. Becoming putty in his hands as she screamed from his mastery. He dug his tongue deep rubbing all the sensitive nerve endings along the way. She thrust against his probing tongue enjoying all the pleasure building up inside her needing body. She wanted him to lick her hole into oblivion.
Then he pulled out and stuck in three fingers at once. He started thrusting them all the way inside her and Chrissie screamed. Everything was upside down as her master took her to new levels of pleasure she never felt before. If he didn’t slow down she would not be able keep herself from having an orgasm. A part of her only wanted to do so with him inside her.
“Don’t you dare come yet you dirty girl,” Indigo growled, “you have not even tasted my cock yet. Do you hear me? I forbid you to come before both your mouth and pussy eat dick.”
Indigo eventually moved up to her face again. This time he shoved his cock into her mouth without warning and started thrusting hard. She did her best to suck him along the way as he fucked her mouth. His dick was huge and she choked repeatedly but tried to focus on making him happy. “Yes bitch suck my cock and let me ravage that face.” He came sending all his seed down her throat and she swallowed every drop.
“Lick my cock until I’m hard again,” he ordered and she did so without question, “go on all fours.”
Chrissie obeyed knowing what was coming next. Indigo rose behind her and went straight inside her aching pussy. He thrust on fast and hard as she moaned from all the pleasure radiating through her. His rough love making was making her extremely wet and horny. The harder he fucked the more she wanted. Everything in her begged to be screwed insane. “More, I want more. Fuck me Indigo, make me into your special whore! Do me!”
Indigo laughed and rose her even harder. “You slutty little minx. I knew you wanted a man who could do you in every way imaginable. Now take my dick and tell me you love it!”
“I love your dick!” she said over and over again as her eyes started rolling back in her head. She was the verge but tried to wait until Indigo came also. Her walls were crashing into his cock and it was nerve wrecking trying to hold her orgasm at bay for just a little longer.
Indigo came long and hard moaning and thrusting long after his seed was spent. Chrissie let herself go and her orgasm was earth shattering. Her body turned to jelly as massive surges of pleasure came through her every pore. She screamed herself hoarse loving every second of coming with the best lover in the world. “Oh god Indigo, thank you Dr. Waterman.”
Indigo pulled out and lay on top of her. “I am to be the only man who touches you until further notice. Do you understand that? Break that rule without my say so and I’m gone.”
“No I need you, I promise to obey,” Chrissie clung unto him, “you are my everything.”
Indigo kissed her cheek. “That’s exactly what I want to hear. Now turn over so I can fuck that sweet shapely ass.”
“What about the party?” Chrissie asked doing as he said.
He propped her ass up. “Don’t worry, they’re having their own fun.”
The End.
Story
Emily Sihgn planted her best plastic smile on her face on this bright Tuesday afternoon. Her boss insisted that they, always be pleasant. Having been the only one to offer her employment when she needed it most, she always tried to adhere to his rules. One could say she was a conformist. Obedience was why she was still alive. Unlike most eight year olds, who would have fought tooth and nail to go to the ice cream shop with their parents; she had stayed with her grandmother and helped her prepare dinner on that fateful afternoon. Her parents died in a car accident on their way home.
Since then, Emily’s life took a plunge. Always a dreamer though, Emily stayed positive; always imagining a fairy-tale ending to her otherwise tragic life. Hers was a face one could easily miss in a small group, a plain Jane. She was five feet six, with dark brown hair, the kindest honey brown eyes and a round face. Her only other noticeable features were her wide hips and thick butt which didn’t make life easy.
She had one fantasy, that one day a handsome, mysterious man would sweep her off her feet, ridding her of that horrid steakhouse where she had been working since she was fifteen. Even though this was Arlington, Iowa and strangers rarely ever came to stay, she never gave up hope. In fact, she wished her hero would find her at work, or she would find him, whichever way it didn’t matter. As long as it happened and happened fast.
In her dreams, the handsome man would treat her the way her dad treated her mom from her vague childhood recollections – with love and respect, wooing her in every possible way. What’s the use of a dream if one didn’t dream big?
Those dreams were enormous indeed, compared to her present circumstances. All her male associates either didn’t notice her at all or took too much of a fancy to her. Though respected the few who took a big brother little sister approach with her, they protected her fiercely and would often toss out anyone who got too touchy. First there was her boss, he had come onto her once and she had hit him so hard, not knowing it was him of course, but not feeling bad about it either. This sleezy bastard’s actions were unbecoming. It was an incident they never spoke of, but she could tell he had a deep seated resentment of her because of it. Most of his waitresses would eagerly spread their legs for a chance at upward mobility, but not Emily, she remembered secretly wishing he would fire her though she couldn’t see through how she would benefit. She was indeed a silly dream stricken lass but was so beautiful even if she didn’t see it. Then there was Jake, the chef, constantly telling her colourful things he did to women who he got in bed. There was a waiter who kept making passes at her and occasionally tried to cop a feel.
Then there were the customers. Good lord, the things they said. They had an arsenal of names for her and looks too. There were the subtle glances down her shirt to the more blatant lustful gazes that raked her body, undressing her mentally. She just smiled a bit harder and moved on.
“Hey Emy get busy”, Sue’s voice pulled her out of her reverie. These kinds of daydreams kept her going but they were mighty distracting.
Sue was a real gem. She had taken Emily under her wing and had taught her everything she knew about waitressing, men and life in general. Sue was the mother she always wanted. She was never scared to tell Sue her problems or ask for advice. Sue had helped her keep it together and she would be forever grateful. When she married the handsome mystery man of her dreams Sue would walk her down the aisle or be her maid of honour. Sue would be godmother to all her children…
“…to work”, she heard Sue say. She sighed heavily and got moving deciding to crack a joke at Sue before moving on.
“What was that Sue?” Emily asked, realizing she had been dreaming again.
“Dreaming of Mr. Right again Emy”, Sue predicted. “Oh shit” Emily cussed under breath the jokes on me
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“You better get to work before bossman gets here”, Sue said while shooing her towards the dining area. She was working her favourite – the left side; the more conservative people sat there because of the privacy it offered. Three hours before closing she glimpses a looming shadow through the corner of her eyes. When she turned around she found herself looking deep into the sterling blue eyes of the man who made that shadow.
He was wearing a leather suit and his brown hair looks tousled, Emily’s eyes roved down the length of his arm and saw an helmet there the condition of his was probably from removing his helmet. He looks real badass, sexy, but, there is a certain sincerity about his eyes that just pulls her in. His long lean body almost makes her mouth water. He is well toned and walks with a swagger. She estimates him to be six feet five inches, noting at the same time the way he was casing the joint. His aura is incredible. It was as if everyone else was noticing him because the usual hub bub lulled. With that thought, she breaks her gaze, she wouldn’t want to be caught eye fucking him o she lowered her eyes and went back to what she was doing but not before noticing his raised brow. He seem to have seen her too like really see her
She gets all flustered, silently praying for the host to seat him in her section. She edges a bit closer to the front and as luck would have it Jake was today’s host. There was no way Jake was going to seat someone so fine in her section. He’d give him to Miss Cece who worked the middle and chatted up the diners, flirting with them while exposing way too much skin. Her section usually raked in the most money not only because it had more tables but because she really did work it. She could talk the diners into purchasing extra sides or drinks and that made her an asset. Unlike Emily, she embraced being treated like a piece of meat.
She overheard Jake say “Haddox” so she figured that must be his name. She keeps stealing glances over at him as he walks slowly and deliberately to his table. Suddenly, it hits her; he is the only man in a long time, to simply have held her gaze, without even a slight downward glance to appraise her body. She makes a mental note of it, there might be something here glancing toward the waiting area where two fat men with their hair slicked back in cheap suits and sunglasses stand. She frowns and resumes clearing the table that she is attending to.
“This one is just perfect”, says fat lard number one.
Very soon she realizes that he is talking about the table she is at. Or is he? She looks up just in time to see his lustful gaze go up and down her body. She lifts her head higher and he pulls out a chair at the table for two. She meets Jake’s eyes and he just shrugs and walks away.
Smoothing out the tablecloth she gives them a half smile before returning to her station for the eating utensils. When she returns fat lard number two makes a pass at her which she ignores. She glances over at Haddox and smiles. Fat lard number one grabs onto her arm and she squirms from his grasp. She could not remember ever being seized in such a rough and violent manner.
Displeased he says rather loudly, “Better get a move on boo thang”. She almost smacked him she took a deep breath and opted for professionalism.
She gives them menus since they don’t seem to be familiar faces and asks what they would like to order. Fat lard number two grunts in reply and the other man waves his hand and says, “Give us time to decide, will ya”.
One of her other customers beckons to her and she attends to him. As she is returning with his drink, one of the fat lards bawls out to her, “We didn’t mean all day piggy”, emphasis on the piggy.
Her face heats up and she feels her hackles rise. Why did she always have to be so unlucky?
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Suddenly, she is eleven years old and back at her grandmother’s house in the airy kitchen. She has just finished brewing her uncle’s midmorning coffee and she pours it into his favourite cup. She likes to pretend she is on one of those fancy cooking shows on the telly and so she says the steps out loud while placing the coaster covered cup onto her serving tray.
“What’s taking so long eh piggy?” her uncle bellows, using the dreadful nickname her cousins had given her due to her larger size.
Unbeknownst to her, one of her cousins has sneaked up behind her and is waiting to trip her up. Hurriedly, she turns around, steps on his foot and falls. She holds the tray tight but the cup is not so fortunate. It goes sailing through the air and crashes into the wall, splintering into a million tiny pieces and spilling hot coffee everywhere. When her cousin realizes that it’s his dad’s favourite cup he bolts leaving her to take the fall.
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“Hey piggy why don’t you move a little faster”, fat lard screams at her.
“We’d like to order now”, he continues.
By this time the other people in her section are casting disturbed glances at the men, she could see that there is a possibility someone might come to her defence and secretly she wondered how that would end. The fat lards didn’t seem disturbed not even in the least, they basked in the attention. They are not the least bit disturbed.
“I’ll have the garlic herbs fries with …” started fat lard number one.
“Now wait a minute, you aint gonna write that down”, interrupted fat lard number two, “You better cause you’re too dumb to remember anything. Wouldn’t want your daydreaming about Mr hotshot up there to mess up your memory”, he said rather loudly.
“I will write it down but please could you keep your voices down, we don’t need to disturb the other diners”, she pleaded. She knew her cheeks were blazing not only was she embarrassed but she was very angry they ill-mannered behaviour rubbed her raw.
Fat lard number one boomed, “Did y’all hear that? Miss Piggy here told my partner to shut up”. Emily rolled her eyes this was ridiculous she questioned herself right there and then as to the reason why she put up with this kind of crap.
“I’ll have the garlic herbs fries with pork chops and onion rings and he’ll have the Barbequed ribs with garlic herbs fries and sautéed broccoli”, he shouted “And you better get it right”, he continued.
The second they finished speaking she fled. She practically ran to the kitchen to place the order and to go stand in the anger corner Sue designated for her after she almost poured ice water over a woman’s head. While standing there she took a few calming breaths.
“Cheer up kiddo”, Sue reassured coming up behind her and giving her arm a gentle squeeze.
“I’ll be ok Sue, thank you”, Natalie replied though her voice cracked and her eyes watered her expression was firm and determined.
She returned to her section and handed menus to her newest customers, when the two fat lards started a shouting match. The whole restaurant turned and looked at them which encouraged them all the more. They even caught the attention of the boss who immediately called her and said, “I want this situation handled immediately”. Emily had to bite her tongue hard he was the boss it was at this point that he should intervene but as usual he hides like a little punk and throws her to the wolves
“Yes sir”, Natalie said.
She went to get their meals and brought them to the table uneventfully. Halfway into their meal and beer – they had been drinking beer since they got in – they started to get personal.
“What’s an ugly broad like you doing working up in here?” quipped one of the lards. She folds her fists in tight balls then released them again, trying her hardest best to tame her growing temper.
She walks away from their table and sees Haddox glaring at the men. When she catches his eye he gives her a sympathetic look.
“You should be working streets”, completed the other
“And making use of those hips”, continued the first. The man was he on a roll. It seems it was is life’s dedication to drive Emily to anger.
“You know like shaking
your money maker”, the other one completed laughing.
“You’re slow and stupid you’d make lots”, fat lard number one said real business-like.
Emily stared at the men aghast. Humiliated, she runs to the back of the restaurant to clear her head. With tears in her eyes she waits for someone, anyone to come to her rescue but no one ever comes. Oh Sue where are you? She goes into the bathroom and locks herself into one of the stalls. She gets so comfortable just standing there, that she convinces herself that she doesn’t need to go back inside. Let those men take their own check. She was tired, tired of being treated like a piece of meat, tired of being disrespected and ill-treated. So, she just stood there for the next hour and a half not even noticing the time. She was daydreaming again and this time her Mr Right had a name – Haddox and he had the most sincere blue eyes. She could get lost in them forever.
Somehow she came out of her trance, groggily as one would come out of sleep. She took the first step to go back in with a low feeling in her gut. As she took her first tentative steps toward the dining area, she knew something was wrong. The first person she saw was Sue and she realized Sue had covered for her. Oh bless her, dear wonderful Sue. Emily still couldn’t shake the feeling deep within. Sue meets her eyes with a worried look and strangely says nothing.
The dining area is almost empty. Thankfully the fat lards are gone, but, so is her mystery man. She sees her other co-workers cleaning up their stations and the restaurant is eerily quiet. In fact, the silence is deafening and she thinks she can hear her heart beat. Not a good sign, definitely not a good sign. When they recognize she is standing there they steal furtive glances at her. But she sees them alright. In fact she sees the pity in their eyes.