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As she stood holding a full tray of food, Joanne felt a hand creeping up her leg. She knew whose hand it was. A middle-aged man behind her, wearing glasses, undistinguished, had been ogling her for half an hour. Now that she was stuck in traffic, he was grabbing the chance to feel her up. She wanted to slap his hand, slap it hard, but she couldn't do it without dropping her tray.
Another waitress was in front of her, chatting as she took an order, blocking Joanne's way. The guy's hot sweaty hand continued to creep up Joanne's leg. She could feel it right through her stocking. And then she remembered that she wasn't wearing panties today! She hadn't done the laundry, there were no clean panties to be found, so she'd raced out of the apartment without them. And now the man's hand was almost at the top of her thigh.
She prayed the other waitress would finish taking her order and get out of the way. She couldn't even push the man's hand away, because she needed both hands to hold her food-laden tray. She felt his exploring fingers reaching the top of her thigh and touching the soft warm curls of her bush. He paused, no doubt surprised and delighted to find that she wasn't wearing panties. Then his whole hand closed on the hot moist flesh of her naked pussy.
"M-Marcia," Joanne said desperately, "can I get by?"
The other waitress looked up, annoyed at being interrupted just when she was making points with her customers. "Sorry, hon, I'll just be another minute," she said coolly. "These people haven't finished ordering yet."
Joanne felt the man's fingers exploring her pussy, rubbing the sensitive flesh and snaking into every steamy fold and cranny. The awful thing was, it felt good. She was very horny today, and her mind was very much on sex. As he fondled her slit, she began to cream helplessly, the hot sticky juice wetting his fingers. Great, just great. Now he'd be sure to think she was horny for him, and she wasn't. Yet his touch was turning her on like crazy.
Oh, hurry, Marcia, she thought urgently. The man had found the small recessed mouth of her cunt and was popping a fingertip inside it. Joanne almost moaned with lust as she felt him gliding his stiff thick middle finger up her juicy little twat. It felt great to have something long and hard in her hungry fuck hole. She creamed hugely as the guy plunged his finger right to the last knuckle in her seething cunt.
He started to finger-fuck her. Right there in the busy restaurant he began jerking his finger up and down in her slick hot box. Joanne gave a helpless gurgle of pleasure and prayed that nobody heard her. The boiling cream was overflowing her crammed cunt and trickling down her thighs. She wanted to come so badly, she could have screamed. Another second and she was going to lose all self-control.
Up and down, up and down, went his thick stiff finger, just like a miniature cock, reaming and stuffing her thirsty pussy hole and giving her hot jolts of pleasure. She swayed dizzily and almost dropped her tray. She knew that if she tightened her cunt around the man's pumping finger, she could come in a second. It was so tempting. But how could she come right there in the restaurant without anybody knowing about it?
Just as she was about to scream with frustration, Marcia finally moved her ass. Joanne summoned the few shreds of will-power she had left and plunged ahead carrying her tray. The man's cream-soaked finger popped from her cunt. She missed it right away, but she didn't look back. That would have been too embarrassing. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she smiled and served her customers, her juice-drooling little cunt aching for action.
When she finally turned around, the man was gone. He'd finished his lunch in a hurry and gotten out of there, perhaps afraid she'd report him. When Joanne went to clear off his table she found a five-dollar tip. She couldn't help grinning. It had to be the easiest and most pleasant tip she'd ever made in three years as a waitress. But unfortunately money couldn't do anything to help the fiery need in her pussy.
It seemed centuries till her break time, but when it finally came she hurried to the ladies' room and locked herself in a booth. She couldn't stand the sexual tension any more. She just had to do something about her hot lust. Leaning against the wall, she pulled up her skirt and tucked it out of the way. She slid a hand over her neat dark little bush and between her thighs. She touched the scorching wet flesh of her pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, yessss," she sighed.
There was no one else in the room, so she didn't have to worry about making noise. She began to saw her stiff middle finger back and forth over her slick pea-sized clit, the most sensitive organ of her body. Right away she felt hot blasts of pleasure, and thick juice spurted from her aroused cunt and trickled down her legs. She sawed fast and firm, in a hurry to come. Her clit responded quickly, growing swollen and erect.
"Unnnhhhhhh, yesssss," she moaned.
Frigging herself wasn't nearly as much fun as fucking, but it would just have to do till she got home. She knew she couldn't work the rest of her shift feeling this horny, so she had no choice but to beat off. She slumped against the wall, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy, white teeth flashing as she panted, and she furiously rubbed her juicing clit till she was teetering on the very brink of orgasm.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, God, AHHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped as she began to come.
Her tall body shuddered, and thick come-juice steamed from her twat and gushed down her long legs. She moaned and whimpered as the delicious pleasure-shocks rocked her body. She just hoped that dizzying climax would hold her for the rest of the day. Finished at last, she gave a big sigh of relief and went to wash her hands.
For the rest of her shift she thought about her husband Mike and prayed that he'd be home that evening-home and horny. With Mike it was hard to tell. He was a professional basketball player, and he was away more than he was at home-on the road, being interviewed, attending banquets, practicing. Joanne and Mike had been married almost three months, and she couldn't remember him ever being home two nights in a row. He'd better be home tonight, because she was really going to need him!
She was a perfectly healthy twenty-three-yearold woman, and she needed frequent sex, something she hadn't been getting from her new husband. Mike was simply away too much of the time to keep her sexually satisfied. But what was she going to do about it? She loved the guy, and she wanted her marriage to last forever. She hadn't been a virgin when she married Mike. She'd had plenty of other men, and that was why she knew Mike was the one for her. He was so much better than all the others.
She thought about him, getting all hot and horny again, and after what seemed an eternity it was the end of her shift. She caught a bus back to her apartment building, and as she got off she saw Mike walking ahead of her. He must have just gotten home from practice. He was carrying a bag of groceries, no doubt planning a surprise dinner for her. That was one of the things she loved about him, the way he wasn't afraid to get into the kitchen and do his share.
Joanne walked quietly up behind him and pinched his ass.
"What?" Mike exclaimed, whirling around and almost dropping the groceries.
She gave him her sexiest smile and said, "Hi, handsome, wanta come up to my place and get it on?"
"Don't mind if I do, gorgeous," he said, breaking into a grin. "I've got a bottle of wine and a couple of pizzas."
"Put them in the fridge," Joanne said, brushing against him. "I'm so horny, I could scream."
Mike looked at her, and then they both started walking as fast as they could. The elevator took forever to reach the seventh floor, and Mike stood forever to find his keys. But at last they were in their apartment, the food was tossed into the refrigerator, and they were kissing each other hungrily and running their hands over each other's bodies. Joanne's pussy was on fire with need.
"Mmmmmmmmm, I thought about you all day," she sighed.
"Guess who's thinking about you right now," Mike leered.
Not that she had to be told-she could feel his big hard cock right through his pants. Mike was a foot taller than her, even though she was a tall girl, and his steely hard-on rubbed her upper belly. She drew back and hungrily eyed the big hard bulge at his fly. She tugged open the zipper and unsnapped his pants. They fell to his feet, and she seized the waistband of his shorts.
She tugged the shorts carefully over his engorged prick and let them slither down his long long legs. Then she just gawked for a moment, licking her lips. She'd never fucked a guy as well hung as her husband. Mike's mammoth prick stood straight up, a good eight inches long and as thick as her wrist. Blue veins bulged on the fat stalk, and his piss hole was leaking big hot globs of cream.
Joanne juiced helplessly at the sight of his rigid, ready cock, and scalding liquid ran down her inner thighs. She ran her fingers up and down the hard smooth surface of his prick, and Mike shivered lustily. More hot juice oozed from the cleft of his cock and trickled down his shaft. Suddenly Joanne just couldn't wait any longer. She had to fuck him right now or go crazy. She stepped back a little and started pulling off her clothes.
Mike watched her, slowly kicking off his shoes and pulling off his shirt. He hardly noticed what he was doing, he was so intent on watching her strip. As she dropped her bra on the floor, he ogled her canteloupe-size tits and large light pink nipples. Her luscious firm tits quivered ever so slightly as she moved. She dropped her skirt, and he stared hungrily at the small neat triangle of her black bush.
"No panties today?" he grinned.
Joanne blushed slightly as she remembered the stealthy finger-fucking she'd gotten from that customer. "I couldn't find any clean ones this morning," she laughed. "I guess I'd better get on the ball and do some laundry."
"I wouldn't worry about it, honey," Mike said, pulling her into his arms. "I know you're busy, as busy as I am. And besides, I like you without panties."
He gave her a deep hot tongue-kiss, and his naked cock pressed hard against her belly and left sticky spots of hot juice. Joanne moaned and creamed heavily, helplessly, her tits pressing into the hair-mat of his chest. Then Mike scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. It was their favorite room, dominated by an enormous king-size bed that was extra-long to fit Mike's height.
Mike laid her down on her back and slipped onto the bed beside her. He bent low over her lovely firm tits, his hot breath fanning the sensitive globes. He stuck out his tongue and began lashing the hot wet meat over her big conical nipples. Joanne gave a little squeal of excitement and creamed heavily again, the molten cream overflowing her snug cunt and puddling on the bedspread.
"Mmmmmmmm, darling, that feels so nice," she sighed.
It was one of his favorite things to do, tonguing her tender pink nipples till they stiffened into long erect buds. Joanne found it sensuous and very arousing. She watched as his wet red tongue whipped the pink cones of flesh. Her nipples responded fast as they always did, going erect and throbbing under his lashing tongue. Her tits swelled up with arousal, going even more firm and full.
His hungry nipple-tonguing was making her so horny, she just couldn't stay passive. She reached down and fisted his rock-hard eight-inch prick, eagerly pumping it. Hot juice oozed from his piss hole and soaked her fingers, making her pumping slick and fast. She could feel his huge cock throbbing hard against her fingers. She ached to feel that stiff boner in her famished cunt.
Mike slipped a hand between her legs and touched the scorching flesh of her gash. "Hmmmmmm, is this lady horny?" he grinned.
"Just horny enough to die," Joanne sighed. "I've been that way all day, especially since-" She stopped and reddened.
"What?" Mike demanded eagerly. "Did somebody come on to you?"
Joanne had had to face it early in their marriage-her husband was a little kinky. If men came on to her during her work as a waitress, he liked to hear about it. It seemed to turn him on like crazy. This All-American blond giant, who had the television image of a clean-cut family man, just loved to hear about his wife getting aroused by other men. Joanne found that a little weird, but she was relieved that she could tell him.
"This is the best one yet," she grinned. "You're just gonna love it." She started telling him about the man putting his hand up her skirt, and she felt his cock give a violent lusty jump in her pumping fist. His eyes got hot and glassy, and he began rubbing her lust-swollen pussy.
"And so his hand was right at the top of my thigh," Joanne said, "and there was nothing I could do about it. I had that tray full of food, and Marcia was blocking my way. That was when I remembered I wasn't wearing panties."
"Oh, shit," Mike grinned, "fantastic. Then what?"
Joanne looked him right in the eye and said, "And then he stuck his finger up my cunt and started fucking me with it."
Mike groaned, and she felt his cock leaking thick streams of molten juice. He quickly eased his own stiff middle finger up her juicy little cunt and began pumping it up and down. "Like this?" he asked hoarsely.
"Ummmm-hmmmm, but just a little faster and harder," Joanne purred.
Mike obeyed, then asked eagerly, "Did you like it?"
"Mmmmmm, did I ever," she smiled. "I was creaming like crazy."
"Did you come?" Mike asked.
"No, I was afraid someone would notice," she said. "And then Marcia finally moved, and I got away from him. When I looked again, he was gone."
Mike looked like he was about ready to shoot his load in her pumping fist. "Close your eyes," he said, "and pretend it's still happening. This is his finger."
Joanne smiled and closed her eyes. Mike was so good at making up these kinky fantasies. His fans would have been shocked. But she felt far from shocked as she imagined herself back in the restaurant, helpless to do anything as the stranger jerked his stiff finger in her horny little fuck hole. She gurgled and creamed hotly onto the pumping meat.
"Oooooooo, yes, that feels so good," she cried.
She tightened her greedy little twat around his finger, just the way she'd craved to do in the restaurant. She felt red-hot friction and a rapidly mounting pleasure that built and built in her pussy till she was dizzy with it. She juiced heavily and uncontrollably. Sensing her growing arousal, Mike jerked his finger even faster and harder in her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, God, YES!" she wailed.
"You like it?" he panted.
"I love it," she whimpered, "I love your big finger in my cunt."
She could feel his cock throbbing hard against her thigh and leaving hot sticky spots of juice. He was breathing loudly and harshly as he fingerfucked her into a frenzy of lust. She arched her big-titted body, taking his plowing finger as deep as she could. Then she was spinning out of control, her whole body exploding in pleasure.
"UNNNHHHHHHH, YESSSS, I'M COMING!" she shrieked.
Her body was jolted by powerful pleasure-shocks, and she drenched Mike's jerking finger with scalding come-juice. Her powerfully-muscled young cunt gripped and released his finger in a steady hard rhythm. When she finally came down from her orgasmic high, she opened her eyes and found him staring at her with hot hungry lust, his finger still crammed deep in her flooded twat.
"Why don't you take your finger out of there and stick your cock in instead?" she leered. She knew it drove him crazy when she talked dirty.
"I think I'll just do that," he growled. "I think I'll just fuck you crazy, woman."
He jerked his drenched finger out of her cunt and rolled on top of her, his thickly-matted chest enveloping her big stiff nipples. The coarse hairs tickled and excited her sensitive tits. She opened her thighs wide and felt him sink down between them. He socked the enormous knob-like head of his cock into the slick little mouth of her cunt.
"Ooooooo, yessss, get into meeee," she hissed.
Mike shoved his big hands under her lustily churning ass and cupped the little globes firmly. He grunted and shoved hard, cramming her full of rock-hard cock. She felt his long stiff prick hitting her womb, his coarse-furred balls slapping her wet slit. His achingly engorged fuck tool throbbed against every inch of her greedily clinging cunt.
"Unnnhhhhh, Mike, your big cock feels so good in me," she moaned.
"I love your hot little pussy," he leered, "I love the way it's so wet for me."
Joanne responded by drenching his deeply-buried prick with another flood of molten juice. Cupping her ass firmly, he began to fuck into her hard and deep, just the way she'd been craving it all day. She threw back her head and gurgled in ecstasy. She couldn't stop creaming now. His plowing cock reamed the hot juice out of her gripping box, and it ran down her ass crack and puddled on the bedspread.
"Ahhhhhhh, God, yes," she moaned, "fuck me, Mike, fuck me forever."