Waiting Ch. 03

Waiting Ch.03

Another day in the life of a topless waitress.

Carla was a retired Adult Entertainer. She was 52 years old, married to a retired Detective. She loved to watch as her husband made arrests. A little cuffing, a little fucking. Slip in the billy club and make the criminal scream.

A harmless couple that love to entertain. They hired me for the next 2 hours and I offered no restrictions, short of pain.

"The store clerk said that you stole a ring," The old cop insisted. "I will need to see what you have in your pockets, Miss."

I did not have any pockets, nor rings, but that wasn't going to stop the cuffing and the frisking followed by probing. Deep probing.

"It's obviously not in that hole," Carla interjected. My pussy was full of cop cock at that point. No ring was found.

"Sometimes they slip it in their mouth," the cop suggested.

Simply opening and inspecting my mouth was insufficient. Carla positioned her husband's cock at my mouth.

"Check out her mouth, Gary," Carla prompted him.

I opened up and leaned in for the cock, but I didn't stretch. If he wanted it he would have to do some work.

Gary found the energy to stick it in, but it was my tongue that convinced him that he wanted more.

"What do you have in your toy chest, Carla?"

I knew that she would have something nice, for when her hubby couldn't perform, which I guessed was quite often.

I pulled open the drawer in the bedside table.

"Fuck! Carla. Is there anything you don't do?"

I found myself looking at a few thousand dollars worth of plastic thrusters and silicone cock sleeves. I pulled out a strap on dildo, noting that it was previously worn by someone much bigger than me.

"Does Gary use this?" I muttered, but Gary was already snoring.

"Those items are none of your business." Carla insisted lamely.

"They are my business now, Bitch." I growled. "You certainly need more."

The straps were easily adjusted to fit my waist and thighs, giving me a sweet looking, 8 inch cock.

"When I'm done fucking you, no one else will be good enough."

I grabbed Carla by the wrists and pulled her onto the bed next to her snoring husband. Now I could see her better, I could see that she had been playing with herself, while watching her fuck buddy as he probed my mouth.

Seeing her pussy already exposed, I just plunged in with the strap on shaft.

She was so wet that it was already sloppy. I roughly pinned her arms back and started to hammer into her cunt. The cock had fake balls behind it, to add a bit of a punch right at the clitorus.

Four strokes in, she had her legs stretching for the roof while she massaged her own mellons.

She kept moaning. "Oh fuck, Oh Fuck, OH FUCK!"

Carla rolled towards her sleeping husband and found his limp cock to suck on. Just as I was wondering what we would do for the second hour, he started to inflate.

"Look who's waking up!" She cried.

My hips were not made for thrusting, so I pulled out of Carla's twat and undid the buckles of the strap-on toy.

Soon they were fucking like rabbits. Frank motioned me over so I brought my pussy to his face and to my surprise I felt Carla's tongue slip into my ass. Frank started slathering me like a puppy while Carla thrust in and out of my bumhole. Somehow the two of them kept fornicating.

The second act only lasted ten minutes but it felt like more. The orgasms were deep and healthy.

I was hoping that they might become regulars. Even though they got a discount rate, I found them to be more pleasant than many of my clients.

Often a woman of the night has a long night. Tonight's second course was set up while I served brunch, at The Consolary. Of course they were eating and I was serving.

I was giving them the 'two for one' special; two hours, two men, 800 dollars.

They told me that they were a couple, but they enjoy having a woman from time to time. I still considered them to be two hard cocks so they did not get the kind of discount that I would give a hetero couple.

Soon we were on their king sized bed, with cocks in all the normal holes. One in my mouth, one in my pussy. Then I watched them in a brief 69 which was just to revive themselves. I was the one being paid, so they returned to fucking me.

"Okay, Ginny, I want you to impale yourself on me, in a reverse cowgirl," Lenny ordered.

I reversed my direction and lowered myself onto his thick pole. He was only average in length so he bottomed out, with his balls in front of me. His partner, Kevin, got down in front and he started to lick at the cunt/cock junction. His strokes were exciting both of us, as I turned a bit so that Lenny could kiss me.

As I turned my head, I felt Kevin's hands move to my tits, as he positioned himself in tight, then he pushed his cock into my pussy, right on top of the other one! I was stuffed to my limit with two cocks! My mind was filled with the image of two cocks in my pussy at the same time, slip sliding on each other! Fuck me! (and they did)

They fucked me in time to each other. Our grunts would have sounded musical, but the moans and groans revealed the true nature of the act. Animals fucking. We ground into each other for hours, as I lost track of time.

I awoke intertwined in their arms, with everything smelling like sex. I lay there for a while, remembering the feel of two cocks in my vag. I could picture their undersides pressed against each other as they were both encased in my love canal. Their uncovered cocks spewed their love and it mixed inside of me.

I could feel their goo slowly seeping out of me. I would have to get going, but I was certain that they would want morning sex, even though it was supposed to be a two hour contract!

Rather than proposing another contract I just reached out and lightly stoked the nearest cock. Soon we were gliding on each other's bodies, enjoying a morning cum fest.

They made an appointment for the following week and I mentally rejoiced. They were a lot of fun.

I had to work the late shift today. I was covering for Miss Kara while she was on a fishing trip with four avid anglers. She does not fish, but I suspected that baiting a line would not be one of her duties.

It is very common for three or four waitresses to end their shift with a late date. It was never about getting a late meal.

"I've never gotten a yes from a server," Paul commented as he paid his bill.

"Yours is the biggest tip of the night, Paul. And you did say one hour. The last bit was the catch, since we just don't do one hour jobs. It's too much like a hooker or an escort. Paul was sure that one hour with me would make him very sleepy.

One hour later...

"Jesus Christ, Ginny! That was the best sex that I have ever had! Check that; It's the best sex that I've ever been involved in! Fuck me.

"I did my best, sir. I am glad that you are pleased, but it does not seem to have had the desired effect."

Paul was not only wide awake, but he had a hard cock too. I could not leave him in that condition.

"I have more time Paul, but we have to get serious about you sleeping. I will do the fucking, so your heart rate can drop."

It made sense to me. I decided to start with some head. Paul lay back so I lay along him, enabling him to see my womanhood, while I worked his cock with my mouth and hands. It took him about five minutes to start pawing at my pussy.

"No, Paul. You just enjoy my lips."

I licked a finger and rimmed his ass hole with the moist digit.

"Yikes! I won't be sleeping any time soon, if you're going to finger my ass, Ginny!"

Paul muttered. His dick was like a wooden pan handle.

I lay him on his back and straddled his waist, guiding his erection into my pussy. I suspected that I wouldn't have to wait long.

"I think I'm in love," Paul moaned as he erupted into me. I could feel him pulse his stringy cum deep into my vagina. It made me have a quick orgasm, but I hid it from Paul. He did not need to be encouraged.

This time it looked like sleep would come.

Ten minutes later I locked his door behind me. I was anxious to see the tip. He had agreed to five hundred, but there was a spot for a tip and I know he put something there too.

I like to work hard on the little things. You never know when a little extra tongue action might bring an extra hundred, or when soft, slow strokes might be more appreciated than a quick bang. That's how I find my regulars. Excellent communication skills mixed with good listening skills.

Suddenly I realized that I might be missing out on a really good angle.

Mr. Garrant would know the answer, he was a lawyer. I consulted my excellent memory... Room 812.

A simple exchange of professional services was in order, but it's not like I could suck his cock while explaining my idea, so I made an appointment for sex, in exchange for 2 hours of legal work.

"Mr. Garrant, I would like to know how I could become some sort of registered or accredited or certified in sex or sex stuff?" I fumbled with my explanation. "I'm thinking that some of my customers could use insurance or receive a tax break."

Ken was very professional, asking me dozens of questions about my qualifications for anything of a psychological nature. Other than the physical acts of sex, I could only offer anecdotes about my role playing which many clients are fond of.

He offered to investigate the legal end and get back to me with a complete answer.

Our date night was to be next Friday at midnight and he expected to have some answers for me at that meeting.

I got a message early on Friday, 'Miss Ginny, I would like an appointment for a sexual alignment. Is midnight tonight okay?'.

Of course it was, so I sent him a thumbs up.

"I must admit that I was shocked to find how easy it is to set up as any kind of therapist in most States." Ken Garret explained. "You can get medical credentials, but most therapists simply agree to abide by some guidelines, then they make up their own title and presto, we have Miss. Ginny, Sexologist, and member of the American Sexual Studies Society.

"You can sign up for their I. D. card and you get a monthly newsletter."

"You will be needing my services much more often, so we had better set up a regular meeting time."

I left my lawyer with a smile on his face and a nice tax deduction for the two hour sexual realignment. It would mean that I have more tax deductions, but I would have to report a lot more income from sex.

I had only been in the topless waitressing game for three weeks and my bank account was doing very well.

Perhaps someone would like to take me to the Cayman Islands?

Who do I know that has a sailboat?