I work as a waitress.
A lot of people have asked me why I chose to follow this “line of work” if you can even call it that. I always answer with “I like to meet new people and make friends!” or “I guess I’m just a people person” and while that isn’t far from the truth, I really just do it for the opportunity to get close to all sorts of people, and then fuck them.
Now, before you say anything about how that’s unrealistic or some bullshit like that, I’ll have you know that there’s people out there who kill strangers for fun; why is it so hard to believe that I like to fuck strangers for fun? Nevertheless, what’s important is that I am here to tell you a story about how I once bit off a little more than I could chew, or rather, suck.
It was late (some would say early) and I had just started working at this diner at the side of the road. Plenty of truckers and tourists came along, so I knew I’d have a good time, but it had been slow. In the place I worked at in the city, I usually got two or three men weekly (sexually frustrated) to risk it with me after I got done with my shift, or I invited them to the bathroom while I was on break; this time was different. I had gotten no one, not even a girl, to fuck me for more than a week.
It was starting to get annoying, but there was little I could do, so I poured myself a cup of coffee and got started on some of my duties; I cleaned the tables for the third time, and then I around to writing in my diary (yeah, this is where I am getting this from) my name is Emily, by the way, I should have led with that (I am not precisely smart, okay? My brain only works cleverly when it comes to getting stuffed with cock or smothered by pussy) you could call me a Nympho, but that’s not precisely it. I don’t just want sex, or even need it; I love everything about it.
I like the feeling of sweat running down my body; the rush my heart gets when I feel in danger when, admittedly, it gets too rough; the way men grasp me with strength, or how women hold me gently. Fuck, I’m getting horny (and sidetracked) just by writing this.
So here I was, on my diary, when I saw a truck park right by us. The driver got out, and I was thrilled that finally, I would maybe (likely, hopefully) get someone to fuck me against a wall. An old man came in, probably in his 60s (that’s not good for a girl like me, I like the guys who can still use their hips, you know?). he sat down and I went to take his order, expecting nothing. He asked me for 3 breakfasts (Holy fuck that’s a lot for a skinny old man) and boy was I wrong. I decided to inquire, simply because he looked good for his age, he couldn’t be eating that amount of food by himself while keeping a decent figure.
—So, 3 breakfasts? Must be pretty hungry!
—It’s not only for me, my sons are coming here now, they’re coming to eat too, miss.
I chuckled at the man, bowing my head to apologize.
—I apologize for being nosy mister, I just wanted to make a joke~
I made my eyes flutter and almost let him catch a peek at my little breasts, but he didn’t seem interested. It didn’t matter, I was sure that I would get at least one of the sons.
After he asked, I went to the kitchen to ask for the order, 3 breakfast orders; I poured some coffee, and made it extra hard, I know what truckers like, I’ve been working like this for a long while, I can tell what almost all kinds of people like.
I was 15 when I started working as a waitress, and when I started getting into parties with a fake ID. That’s when I started to find out about how I was like, but I was a late bloomer, you could say; I was 18 when I lost my virginity; admittedly, I got a train ran on me, and I had been sucking frat guy cocks for a few months after my birthday already, but that doesn’t matter, still a late bloomer.
As I went back to the table, I saw the sons, and suddenly, all the waiting had been worth it. I felt my panties become wet when I saw that hunk of a man; his arms were like tree trunks, and his face appeared to be chiseled by the gods themselves (I’m pagan, sue me); his eyes were like two gray wells that reflected the moon, and his skin was tanned just quite enough to make him look hotter than he was already. I had a catch, and he had dark-brown, curly hair, a short beard, and sharp cheeks. I walked to them and poured coffee; the younger brother was hot too, but not as hot as the one that looked around my age.
When I moved closer to serve their coffee, I brushed his arm and pretended to ever-so-slightly trip; he caught me and feeling his tight hand around me made me aroused immediately (god, I want it around my neck right now while writing this). When I poured, I made sure to lean into him so he could feel my breasts.
Now, I want to spare you the excruciating detail and tell you all about how he blew his load and my back a few minutes later, but I will detail for just a little bit more!
When I served them their food, I did the same as earlier, but instead of slipping, I just poured some of the refill coffee into his lap (Of course, it was only hot enough to be noticed, but not to burn, duh? I’m a nympho, not stupid) I then spoke, using my best bedroom eyes to look at him, and my sultriest white girl voice (it works, for some reason).
—Oh, em gee! I am soooo sorry!
I knelt down next to him and begun to slowly wipe away the coffee, looking at him in the eye as I did. He was a smart man, because he seemed to catch on pretty fast, or maybe he was just hopeful because I had accidently rubbed against his massive cock (you’ll learn more later). It only took some jokes (I asked them if they wanted creamer on their coffee, looking at him while I said that I loved to get some cream in the morning, the same with milk; I also asked them if they wanted something sweet, like a stuffed donut, and he laughed at that one).
After they were done eating, he already had a coffee stain in his pants, and so before he left, I offered to help him clean up, showing him that my uniform had some barely visible stains that I’d fixed before (smart, I know!) he agreed, and I told the cook I’d be right back.
(I know it took a while, but if you’re here to read about me getting fucked, your desire has finally come true!!!)
Since there’s almost nothing close, I live in a backhouse in the business, as well as the cook and other waitress (she wasn’t on the job right now, she would get on her shift about 2 hours later than I). The guy, who I had learnt the name of was Jared, accepted my help; I left a mug of coffee in the table and asked them to give us a little bit of time, because he just wanted to get his pants cleaned up (terrible lie, but I suspect they were simply happy that he was getting laid for once).
When we got to the washroom in the back, I got on my knees and grabbed a wet cloth. I smiled as I started to wipe his jeans off, looking up and biting my lip, feigning focus in a task that we both knew didn’t really need doing. He smiled back, and pushed my hand slightly upwards, saying:
—The stain is a bit higher, you’re a real klutz to be tripping so much that you’d need me to help you, then you trip again and pour coffee on me?
I smiled and begun to go upwards, ever so slowly wiping the damp spot of coffee. I started to use my other hand to massage the bulge I could feel beneath his clothing. He was tainting the waters, seeing if I was serious; I had been in this situation before, and I knew just what to do. I tossed the cloth to the ground and spoke, giving the man instructions.
—Take your pants off, pretty boy.
He obliged, clumsily taking his pants off as he, in awe, attempted to keep his cool about getting a blowjob from a waitress. Once his pants were off, I pulled his boxers down and his half-erect cock dropped onto my face; now, I am normally not a size queen, as long as it can hit well, I’m happy with it; this time, however, there was an exception, and this cock would make me a queen if I wasn’t one before. Just flopping into my face, I had received about 6 and a half inches of cock. I was used to that size on erect cocks, so the sheer novelty caught me by surprise when I took it into my hand; for some true size queens, his 7 and half inches hard are not something new, but the fact that my hand barely managed to squeeze it, and that I needed both to properly wrap them around… fuck, it made me horny.
I tried to get it into my mouth in one swoop to lick his tip with the back of my tongue (patented technique, give me $20 and I’ll teach you
~) but my jaw just wasn’t helping me; I managed to fit maybe 3 inches tops, as he sighed in contempt, grabbing my hair, and gently pushing himself further inside (to my absolute dread and arousal). I felt myself get hornier simply by his act of dominance, as it had been too long since a man actually took over and didn’t expect to get a lazy blowjob. I wasn’t ready though, for when I started to suck using my technique, going up and down while slobbering on his cock, he simply whispered to me.
—Let me handle it, okay? If you can take it, nod. Hit my leg if you need something else, and undo your shirt, I want to see your tits.
I obliged, he had asked pretty nicely, and I was getting wet. I pulled him out of my mouth and undid my uniform, that’s when he grabbed me and tossed me around, laying me on top of the washer, outside down and just at the height of his groin. I lined up perfectly, so he smiled and spoke again. Now, I know that he spoke some more, but if I am completely honest, I just can’t remember it.
—Open wide and breathe deep.
He pushed himself inside me after I followed his command. My mouth was full of cock, and I could smell the musk of a man who had been sitting all day long, but who had a shower a few hours ago. It was the specific smell of manly scent that is just potent enough to be arousing and not disgusting. God, he hit the back of my throat and I gagged (that doesn’t happen often); I could feel my panties become damp, and then he started to thrust- all I saw, smelled, and tasted was cock or balls, and I fucking loved it. Since I was topless, he pinched my nipples, which had begun getting hard, and I clenched in surprise, making his next thrust even more exciting. Truth be told, I liked the danger. What he pulled next almost made me cum (don’t whine about realism, I can cum many ways, and one of those is by someone being forceful with me. Provided he also gives me some nice sensations below the waist). He wrapped his right hand around my throat and pressed; while he thrusted, he pretended to use my throat as if I were a fleshlight, while he used his other hand go to pull my skirt up and rub against the damp spot on my panties. He didn’t say anything important after that, and I could only have the sensations of two large fingers rubbing against my cunt; I grinded against them as I tried to push myself to the base of his cock, once he noticed, he pressed on my neck harder and spoke the other line I vaguely remember.
—Come on, you want to cum, no? I know you’re a nympho, I heard about you in the radio the other day; you like it?
Or something like that. I was too busy trying to drink cum straight from the source to be able to give a coherent answer; entranced by the new sensation that came as he pushed my panties to the side and pushed his fingers inside, rubbing upwards into the cavernous clump of nerves that composed the inner clitoris. I’d be lying if I said I held up and then we had sex, because I simply came then and there, twice (convulsing and shaking as he forced his fingers slightly harder) it felt amazing, how he rubbed against my clit with his thumb and he used his fingers to rough my insides up; sadly, we didn’t have much time, and so he whispered something I didn’t get, taking his fingers away as he grabbed my throat with both his hands, thrusting at the speed you only see in porn. While I write this, I’m touching myself (god bless audio narration in word, am I right?) and I can’t help but put a hand on my throat now (he ruined me). After some more time of abuse, cussing at me and slapping my tits around (fuck that was hot too, I’m just too scared to do it myself), he came into my throat. I could tell he had been saving cum for a while, because I fucking choked; it felt as if he begun to spray a gallon of thick, sweetened milk, not into my throat, but directly into my stomach. I tried to push him away, to taste some of it, but he had better plans, as he pulled out and pushed himself in again, coating not only the back of my throat, but also my tongue in his sweet cum. By the end I looked like a mess, I coughed up some cum and then smiled at him, I remember a bubble of cum inflated from my nose as I had coughed, and he looked at me before speaking, leaving right after.
—I’ll put a word in for the boys, there’s a nympho who takes cock if you ask nicely. Maybe you’ll get some soon, just promise you’ll only suck them on your knees, eh? The washing machine and your throat are mine.
I nodded in approval. It would be a few months before we saw each other again, but I kept my promise; and next time? I would get a lot more cum, and a lot more fun.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lr2cur/diary_of_a_sexaddicted_waitress_pt_1_the_diner