I can’t believe I lost my wallet and hadn’t even noticed! I was hungover, tired, and now annoyed with myself that I was going to have to go back to the frat house to try and find it.
I had left super early to get home and get ready for work at 9am. It was now 6am, I’d already finished eating at this tiny hole in the wall diner, and now I didn’t have my wallet.
“Listen, I’m so sorry, but if you let me go back and find my wallet now, I promise I’ll come right back and pay you!” I said to my server.
He had slicked back black hair, was slender built, and had a crooked smile on his face.
“I’m afraid if you leave here without paying I’m going to have to call the cops,” he said to me.
“You can’t be serious, over a $12 breakfast!” I exclaimed.
“That’s the way the world works hunny, I’ll tell you what though, I’ll give you the option to wash dishes here for an hour and we’ll call it even,” he said.
“I don’t have an hour, I have to go find my wallet then rush to get to work,” I said back.
“There’s another option,” he said with a grin.
I was not in the mood. But also out of options.
“And what’s that,” I said through gritted teeth.
“5 minutes of your time in the back,” he said with a big smile.
I was pissed. My pussy was still sore from a pounding I took the night before, as some drunk football player jackhammered his thick cock in and out of me until he almost passed out. I was wearing a random dudes sweatpants and sweater, no underwear, sandals, and most likely smeared makeup; I didn’t even check a mirror before I left. I looked around the empty diner. I really was in the middle of nowhere. But I had no choice.
“5 minutes, I’m timing you on my phone,” I said to him.
The second I found my wallet I was going to download Apple Pay.
Surprised, he smiled and headed into the back of the kitchen. I followed.
He leaned up against a table and dropped his pants. His long thin cock hung down while his balls hung even lower. Black bushy pubes surrounded his soft cock. I started the timer on my phone.
“Start sucking,” he commanded.
Reluctantly, I walked over, dropped to my knees, then put his soft cock in my mouth, staring up at him while I did. I sucked on the tip while my other hand slowly stroked his shaft. His stupid grin pissed me off even more. I aggressively sucked his cock, focusing on the tip, fondling his balls at the same time. I couldn’t wait for this to end.
As he became hard, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock all the way inside my mouth. I gagged on his length, as he held my head there, balls pressed tightly against my face. He released my head, but before I could yell at him he pulled on my head and shoved his cock deep in my mouth yet again.
“Shh shh now, no talking back now,” he whispered to me.
He slowly took his cock out my mouth, strands of my drool still connected his cock to my mouth though.
“Stand up and bend over like the good slut you are,” he said.
“You better wrap that thing up if you’re thinking it’s coming near my pussy,” I said to him assertively.
Once again he smiled and pulled a condom from his pants pocket.
What kind of creep keeps a condom in his pants pocket, I thought to myself?
I bent over the metal table of the kitchen as he put the condom on. He then ripped down my sweatpants and smacked my ass. I gasped, as he smacked the other cheek.
“What lovely bare lips you have,” he said, as his scraggly fingers pulled open my pussy.
With an aggressive thrust, his cock entered my dry, bare pussy. I winced as he drove his cock in and out of my tight hole.
As he was fucking me, out of nowhere, one of the cooks comes around the corner.
“What’s going on here?” he exclaimed, a shocked look on his face.
“She forgot her wallet. I have a minute and twenty seconds left to have my way with her. Want to see her tits?” he said back.
By pulling my hair, he turned me towards the cook then lifted my head so I was standing, his cock still inside me.
I reluctantly pulled up the sweatshirt, showing off my full, hanging breasts and pink perky nipples.
The cook walked over and grabbed them, squeezing them tightly in his hands. I could see the bulge form in his pants.
“Show him what your mouth can do,” the server said to me.
I reluctantly pulled down his pants, revealing his small cock and big hairy balls. I slowly put the tip in my mouth, then what small amount of his shaft I could as he became semi hard in my mouth. We had to be close to the end of the time; the server was fucking me as hard and fast as he could, my boobs bouncing wildly as his balls slapped against me. The cooks cock was hard, as I sadly pretended to suck him off. Then the alarm on my phone went off.
I immediately stopped sucking and stood up, as the cock fell out of my pussy. I pulled my sweatshirt down and pulled my pants up.
“So are we good here,” I asked, ready to leave immediately, happy that neither of them were able to cum.
“Yes you’re free to go,” the server said to me.
“One more thing,” he added, walking over to the office.
“Keep a better eye on your things,” he said with a grin, handing me back my wallet.