Tales of Debauchery and Lust

Dinner Date

Michelle and Drew sat in a booth at their favorite restaurant for their weekly dinner date. It was a casual place that offered the standard fare of burgers and tacos. Nothing fancy, but they liked the atmosphere. Tonight, they especially liked their waitress! She was friendly and flirty, her skirt tantalizingly short, and her top low cut enough to give a hint of cleavage. Drew tried not to be too obvious as he checked her out, but Michelle was openly flirting back. She thought if she were going to be with a woman, it would be with someone like their waitress. She was curvy and feminine, her deeply tanned skin and dark features contrasting nicely with Michelle’s pale blonde coloring.

Drew had been thinking similar thoughts, and as the couple finished their meal, he looked forward to taking Michelle home and f*cking her senseless while fantasizing about their pretty waitress. He shifted in his seat as the girls’ flirting ramped up, and it was all too easy to imagine the two of them naked.

“I was wondering if you’d like to try one of our exclusive desserts,” the waitress winked at Michelle playfully. “It’s on me.”

Michelle thought she understood what the waitress was hinting at so she looked at Drew to see if he was on board, but he was oblivious to the double meaning. Nervously biting her lip, she nodded and smiled. “Yeah, that sounds good,” she said, her voice squeaky with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

“Great!” the waitress beamed at her. “Follow me!”

Michelle stood up and the two women looked at Drew, waiting for him to catch on. With a confused shrug, he stood up and followed the women through the restaurant, wondering why the waitress couldn’t bring the dessert to the table, but enjoying the view of the hypnotic sway of the waitress’ curvy ass in her incredibly short skirt.

Butterflies danced in Michelle’s stomach when they walked down a short, dark hallway and the waitress pushed open a door marked “Private.” Inside, was a sort of office s***h storeroom, with boxes of assorted supplies stacked against the walls and surrounding a small metal desk. Tucked into a back corner was a small loveseat, and the waitress took Michelle’s hand and led her to it. She sat, spreading her legs wide, revealing the only thing under her skirt was her smooth p*ssy, already glistening with her arousal.

“Eat your cookie like a good girl,” she said with a foxy smile at Michelle.

Michelle sank to her knees in front of the girl, and moved between the dark, muscular thighs. The smell of her p*ssy was strong, but not unpleasant, and Michelle gave her a tentative lick up her slit. She tasted sweet with just a little bit of saltiness, completely different from the taste of Drew’s c*ck. She’d often fantasized about what it would be like to go down on a woman, but had never actually done it before. Now that it was really happening, she was determined to do the best job she could. Using two fingers to gently spread the warm l*bia, she dipped her tongue into the girl’s pink wetness. Before long, she was licking and slurping like a pro, sucking the lips and f*cking the inviting hole with her tongue.

Drew rubbed the growing bulge in his pants watching his wife eat out the waitress, wondering when he would wake up from this erotic dream. “Come here and let me help you with that,” the waitress called to him, lightly tapping the seat next to her. Her voice was husky with lust, her dark eyes hooded.

Figuring there was no reason not to, Drew walked to the couch, unbuttoning his pants as he went. Before sitting, he pushed his pants and boxers down and stepped out of them, his sizable er*ction springing free and bobbing slightly. The waitress licked her lips at the sight of him, and once again motioned for him to sit beside her. She wrapped her long, delicate fingers around his shaft and began stroking him in her firm yet gentle grip. The only sounds in the room were her soft, breathy moans of pleasure, and the wet slurping as her juices flowed freely into Michelle’s eager mouth.

Feeling more confident, Michelle slid her middle finger into the girl’s tight passage, enjoying the rhythmic movement of her hips in harmony with Michelle’s efforts. She curled her finger while closing her lips around the hard nub of the waitress’ cl*t and suckled her gently. The dark beauty came almost instantly, her hips bucked as her v*ginal walls spasmed around Michelle’s finger, and she moaned loudly.

“I think I need you to f*ck me,” the waitress told Drew as she came down from her high. “F*ck me while I repay your wife for that incredible org*sm.”

Drew was painfully hard at this point. He still couldn’t believe this was really happening. He stared, dumbfounded, as the waitress stripped off her shirt, revealing large, firm breasts topped with small, dark n*pples. Michelle had also removed her clothes and the contrast between the two gorgeous women added to his excitement. Michelle was thin with small breasts, her pale pink areolae were large, and he knew from experience that sucking on her tight buds was hugely satisfying. Now, he held the large, dark t*t of the curvy waitress, testing its weight before sucking the n*pple into his mouth.

Michelle slid a finger through her dripping folds. She couldn’t remember when she’d been this turned on! The taste of the other woman still playing on her tongue, watching as her husband suckled her full breast. The waitress met her gaze and smiled, watching the blonde fondle herself.

Drew released the dark n*pple, and the waitress slid to the floor, settling herself between Michelle’s creamy thighs, gently pushing the blonde to lay back, before licking the sweet nectar from between her folds. On her knees, she wiggled her ass at Drew while sucking on Michelle’s swollen lips. She gave a little gasp as she felt him push into her, her p*ssy stretching to accommodate his size. He began moving in and out of her tight hole, her deep, guttural moan of pleasure sending vibrations through Michelle’s cl*t, and the blonde dropped her head back on her own pleasurable sound, her hips rolling up to press her aching c*nt more firmly against the talented mouth of her first female lover.

As the waitress adjusted more to his thick shaft, Drew began to pick up the pace of his thrusting. Pulling nearly all the way out before slamming his d*ck back into her weeping p*ssy, watching as his thrusts into the waitress caused his wife’s small t**s to bounce. Her noises of pleasure from what the girl was doing to her spurned him on, and soon he was f*cking her in earnest. His thrusts so powerful, and her reaction so consuming, she could no longer eat out his wife’s p*ssy. She lay on top of Michelle, their breasts pressed together, and kissed her long and deep, the tastes of their juices mixing together on their lips and tongues. Drew’s balls slapped against Michelle’s cl*t with every deep lunge he made into the girl that was making up the meat of their s*x sandwich.

Drew felt the slick walls of her p*ssy begin to clamp down as her org*sm sent her reeling. Her moans of release swallowed by Michelle as the two continued to kiss. Drew felt his own release not far away, but was determined to hold off until his wife could org*sm just as hard as their dark-haired companion. He pulled out, as the woman rolled off his wife, and buried himself in Michelle’s familiar love tunnel. It was like coming home after a lovely vacation, and he nearly blew his load in her right then. Breathing hard, he began f*cking her hard, just the way he knew she liked it.

The waitress captured one of Michelle’s large n*pples in her mouth, sucking the rubbery point while letting her hand caress the woman’s soft belly. She knew Drew had to be close to c*mming after the f*cking he’d given her, so she fingered Michelle’s cl*t to send her hurtling into her own massive org*sm. She quickly kissed Michelle’s mouth, muffling her screams, as Drew gave a final thrust and shot load after load of his thick, frothy c*m deep into his wife, punctuating his own release with a deeply satisfied grunt.

The threesome lay tangled together for a few moments, waiting for their breathing to slow back to normal. “I certainly hope you two will come back for dessert often!” the waitress smiled at them. “And thanks for the great, tip!”