Kate Puts Herself on the Menu

Having looked forward to the weekend since 5am on Monday morning, it dragged by and by Sunday night, his image, touch and taste filled every minute. The way he had made her feel, the way he treated her and the release he had brought was way beyond anything she had ever experienced and she couldn't get him out of her mind. The more she thought about the way he'd licked her, the way she'd felt as if he'd made love to her, the way he'd fucked her, cum on her and then just left, all excited her for different reasons. In just one sordid encounter, it made her realise just how one-sided and one-dimensional her sex life had been.

Monday morning dawned and she was over-tired from a poor nights sleep. Her concentration was shot from the minute she opened the hatch onto another baking day and propped open the side door so she could keep an eye on his office.

By the time the breakfast rush was over she was considering trying to find him, yet without his mobile number, or more importantly, his name, she couldn't just stroll into reception and ask for him. It even crossed her mind that he might not actually work there, maybe he had just been a visitor who could just disappear. She realised that she found the thought of not seeing him again almost frightening. It wasn't the total lack of self-control, in that she had let someone fuck her without even getting their name, which should have made her feel cheap, but more the thought of not seeing him again so he could do it all over again, that made her feel empty.

A steady stream of the usual drivers and a healthy number of casual customers fed the till but her banter had dried up and the knots in her stomach, when mixed with the smell of frying sausage and bacon meant she was permanently riding the very brink of a wave of nausea.

"My name's Max by the way." She spun around so fast, she almost fell.

"Hi!" She fired back in a shrill voice she thought made her sound about twelve. To top it all she blushed furiously. She was powerless as the heat climbed from her chest and crept slowly up until her pale cheeks glowed like hot coals and sweat broke out on her brow. She opened her mouth to speak but just croaked. Great, just the perfect introduction, she thought whilst this Max just stood and looked quizzically at her. "Erm. Hi!" She tried again, finally wrestling control.

"Er, hi!" He repeated, making her laugh more nervously, still at a complete loss for something else to say.

"I thought you'd just cum and gone." She managed finally. He just shrugged.

"Sorry. I was out and about at the end of last week. Why did you miss me?" He asked and she sensed surprise in his voice. She responded by blushing again, but leant on the counter towards him.

"You'd be surprised." She said, trying to be cool.

"Surprised at how little you missed me." He repeated smiling. "Anyway, you ignored me earlier, you were too busy blushing. I'm Max, if you're interested." He said and offered her his hand. She reached out and shook it briefly.

"Really...Max? Is that your real name or a pet name so I never quite find out the real you?" He regarded her again with that lop-sided smile.

"Yes. Max really is actually, honestly my real name. Maximillian to be precise, and if you want to sound like my mother. And if you're genuinely interested my pet's name is Colin. He's a big ginger tom-cat., but you're not really grasping the protocol. I say Hi! My name's Max by the way, and offer you my hand. You in turn, shake my hand with your greasy paw and say Well, hi there Max, my name's Bacon Betty. I give you my order and we pass a few minutes discussing the weather, why you look so tired after your weekend off and whether or not you're busy later."

Rather than lean out across the hatch, she bounced down the steps and went around to meet him one-to-one. She had forgotten just how tall he was and as she stood looking up at him, he towered over her.

"Actually, for your information, old-timer, my name's not Betty Bacon and my delicately manicured paw is not greasy." Smiling, teasing he looked down at her and put his finger under her chin, titling her head back so she looked him in the eyes. Her heart skipped as she thought he was going to kiss her, then plunged when he didn't. Instead, he stared deep into her green eyes.

"Look, it's really very simple. You must have done this before. Hi I'm Max." He stepped away and offered her his hand. She looked at it and didn't move. He shook his head slightly. Finally, she took his hand. This time he brought it up and kissed it lightly, just above the knuckles. It made her giggle and still he stared at her with his steel eyes.

"Hello Max," she giggled, "my name's Kate, Katie if you prefer as you're nearly old enough to be my dad."

"Well, if I'm that old, I should slap your legs, Katie." He said.

"Is that a promise?" She pouted.

"If you like." Then he did bend down and kiss her firmly on the lips. "It's very nice to meet you, Katie. See, easy isn't it?" She smiled waiting to see if she would melt into a pool on the tarmac. "By the way," he said whispering conspiratorially, before wiping the back of his hand theatrically across his lips, "your delicately manicured paw is greasy."

"You cheeky..." she started, then just launched at him and beat her fists on his chest. She stopped when he grasped her hands around the wrists. She blushed again. Jesus, what is happening to me? She thought, frightened at the feelings coursing through her.

"You've got customers, I think." He said, nodding down the road towards an approaching car.

"Usual?" She asked as she headed back into the van.

"Now and later?" He ventured.

"You never know." She said as she constructed his sandwich and handed it over. Now they had company, he just thanked her and walked away. As she watched him go she hoped he did not drop his napkin. She'd made him a second offer she hoped he couldn't refuse.

By the time the radio announced three o'clock she had closed, cleaned up, packed up and cashed up. Her day was done and she was sat on a cheap white plastic chair at the side of the van, soaking up the sun with a newspaper spread across her lap.

By the time she heard the radio announce 4pm, she'd read the newspaper cover to cover and was convinced he'd stood her up. She was just about to admit defeat when his voice made her jump for the second time that day. She twisted around in her chair as he arrived at her side, squatted down and kissed her cheek.

"I'm done for the day." He said. "Do you fancy a drink?"

"Umm. Good idea." She nodded. "Why don't we go back to mine and see what's in the fridge?"

...

She parked Max on the patio in a puddle of sun with a cold beer and headed for the shower to make herself a little less greasy and a little more desirable.

She was stood with her back to the door, soap suds lathered through her hair when she heard the cubicle open, then close. She rinsed the soap from her eyes and felt Max' hands on her shoulders, taking her breath away.

"Couldn't resist the temptation." He whispered into her ear, his breath sending shockwaves through her marrow. As she rinsed shampoo from her hair, he gently massaged her shoulders and neck with his strong hands.

She turned towards him and groaned with satisfaction at the site of his thick erection pointing expectantly towards the ceiling. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it slowly, hearing him moan in response.

She needed him inside her now. This was not a time for foreplay. She turned her back on him and braced her hands against the back of the cubicle, wiggling her pert bum at him provocatively, before looking back over her shoulder.

"Stuff that in me and make her howl." She commanded.

Briefly, he ran his fingers between her legs, but she was already very ready. She felt his helmet nuzzle against her swollen lips and pushed her hips back towards him, not prepared to be teased and immediately felt her pussy stretch and swallow his fat bell-end. With one hand, he grabbed a handful of her hair and placed the other on the small of her back. Slowly, he pushed himself into her until he was buried deep within her willing snatch and she felt his balls squeezed against her body. "Oh yeah, baby." She moaned. "Fill me up. That feels fantastic"

Contrary to their first time, he maintained a very slow, very deep rhythm. Using his full length expertly, he withdrew until just the very tip of his helmet was between her lips, then when she wriggled impatiently towards him, he smoothly pushed back into her until his public hair tickled her buttocks.

He maintained this slow pace until he teased a beautiful orgasm out of her body which built inside until it spread warmth through her like a fine brandy.

The cubicle filled with steam and the piping hot water drummed on her head and back. With her body enveloped in a rich post-orgasmic glow she felt so relaxed, it all seemed like a dream. At that moment, he could have done with her whatever he wished.

His pace picked up steadily and he grasped her hips with both hands. His thrusts were shorter as he pummelled her with increasing force. She was moaning and gasping continuously as he pleasured her hot and hungry cunt until a second, and this time, huge orgasm ripped though her leaving her legs weak and her consumed with a lust as hot as the sun.

He led her out of the shower into the humid bathroom. As he had in the van, he lifted her up and dropped her down onto his rigid pole. He pinned her against the bathroom door and held her by her buttocks. He filled her completely and the sensation was exquisite. Having had her pleasure she just wanted him to fire his cum into her and share his with her.

"Fill me up." She breathed into his ear, biting down on his hanging lobe. "Shoot your cum inside me. Fill me up." She encouraged and he groaned louder and thrust deeper until his cock twitched and his balls let go. She felt his hot seed flood her tight cunt, filling her until it oozed out of her pussy and dribbled out over his balls.

"How about that drink?" She whispered as she stretched her legs back onto the floor. "I've not finished with you yet."

...

They sat on the patio which was still bathed in sunshine, the afternoon heat had baked the slabs until they were uncomfortable on their bare feet. Teasingly she was dressed in just a white cotton t-shirt that hugged her breasts and covered her pussy by inches. She sat with her legs stretched out in front of her, a cool glass of Pinot Grigio resting on the wooden table between them. Max sat beside her in one of her father's t-shirts, the outline of his cock clear beneath his boxers, a cold beer clamped between his thighs.

The air buzzed with conversation, broken only by the occasional sip and it dawned on Kate again that it felt like they'd known each other for years.

By the time she had polished off the bottle, Max had made his way through a four-pack and as they chatted, she could see him running his eyes over her body and the bulge in his shorts grow. She shifted her chair and uncrossed her legs so he could see her freshly trimmed golden thatch and dark pink petals and she smiled as she saw his cock twitch in appreciation. Draining the last of her wine, she stood briefly to pull her t-shirt off over her head before kneeling on the hard slabs in front of his chair.

She tugged off his boxers and threw them across the patio, his semi erect penis lay lazily across his leg. She flashed him a wicked smile and picked it up in her fingers. Slowly, she licked along his length from his balls to his tip. Peeling back his foreskin, she licked around his helmet, enjoying the feeling of his constant hardening. She tasted both her cum and his and the flavour served only to heighten her need.

As his stiffness grew, she stroked him gently whilst she licked every inch of his meat clean until it shone with her saliva. Taking his smooth helmet into her warm mouth, she wrapped her lips around his shaft and slowly sank down taking more and more inside her. She shut her eyes and relaxed, trying to accept his huge tip as far back as possible. As she enveloped his solid shaft, he pushed gently on the back of her head, urging her deeper. She gagged as he filled her throat and was forced to come up for air. Gasping, she winked at him and tried again.

She knew she couldn't swallow all of him. His cock was both too long and too thick, but she built a long, slow pace where she swallowed as much as she could, whilst constantly exploring his shaft with her tongue, feeling every bump and ridge of his veined pole, whilst delicately tickling underneath his balls with her spare hand.

Each time she swallowed his shaft, she revelled in the deep groan Max emitted. His pleasure was hers and her pussy was hot and wet as she enjoyed his rising excitement. Content that she was taking as much of him as she could he laced his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

After just a few minutes her mouth was tired and she could feel cramp in her jaw, but she could already taste his slick pre-cum, the forerunner of his full orgasm and she wanted to take him all the way, suck him dry and feel him explode in her mouth, but Max had other ideas.

As she came up for air and stared up into his face, he leant forward, pulled her to her feet and led her by the hand into the kitchen.

He picked her up and laid her across the tiled worktop. The ceramic tiles were cool on her warm skin and she wriggled to make myself more comfortable.

Standing at her feet Max admired her lithe young body. Enjoying the attention, she spread her legs and bent her knees, placing the soles of her feet flat on the tiles.

"Does that improve the view?" She asked and he nodded, taking her hand and placing it on her moist pussy. She was suddenly self-conscious but slowly rubbed her swollen petals with her fingers. She had never masturbated for anyone before, but this had been a week of firsts. She parted her lips and found her swollen button and flicked it gently, squirming exquisitely beneath her own touch.

"This won't take long." She groaned as she dipped a finger easily into her dripping pussy whilst Max enjoyed the show. She slipped a second finger inside and as her muscles tightened around them, her pussy practically sucked them in. She groaned as her excitement built, but she knew an orgasm would not satisfy her lust, only heighten it further. She thrust her hips forcefully onto her hand and worked her fingers deeper inside herself, massaging the walls of her vagina, and as she came she watched Max watching her.

Max took her hand and placed one cum-soaked finger in her mouth. She sucked it clean, and then swapped it for the second, before licking the palm of her hand, sticking her tongue greedily between her fingers, tasting her own cunt once again and loving it.

She lay on her back and let Max take the lead, eager to experience whatever he had to offer. She felt his tongue briefly pass over her labia, making her shiver, before he dragged it down until it tickled her puckered hole. She flinched at his touch. Another first. Involuntarily she clamped her thighs around his ears, but he parted her legs with his hands, and pushed back her knees until her thighs were pressed against her chest.

She felt his tongue painstakingly circle her anus in ever-decreasing circles until he tickled the centre of her ring. She shivered, savouring the sensation and wondered how far he would go.

He splayed her buttocks with his hands and licked deliciously around her star, applying steadily more force until he began to probe inside her. She whimpered, loving the attention, and cried out as a filthy, unbridled lust spread through her as she felt his thumb slip inside her ring to the first knuckle.

"Jesus." She gasped, shocked at the intrusion but then when he simultaneously slipped a finger into her cunt and she came without warning, she grunted in a primeval pleasure. Max continued to loosen her with his thumb, and helped by the relaxing effect of her orgasm, swapped it for two fingers, slowly working them around, widening her virgin hole.

He pulled her off the worktop, led her back into the garden and bent her over the back of a patio chair. With her hands placed on the seat, she looked back at him quizzically.

"Something you'll always remember me by." He said, his fingers immediately returning to her loosened anus. She groaned with pleasure but her stomach tightened as she realised that this was just a temporary arrangement. In such a short space of time, Max had taken her places she could never have dreamed of. She had not considered what would happen tomorrow. She was happy living for today, but actually being told that their time together was not just limited, but already nearing its end left a dark void inside her.

Her daydream was broken as his huge helmet stretched her sphincter wider and wider.

"Fucking Jesus." She cried out involuntarily. "No Max, it won't go." She whined, but he was almost there and was not going to be denied.

"Trust me." He said simply, then pushed again with a little more force.

She opened her mouth to say something smart like 'that's easy for you to say' but suddenly her virgin star yielded, stretched that extra little bit and swallowed his bulbous helmet. She shrieked in shock and pain as he impaled her arse. Her muscles spasmed around his cock and fought to reject it, but he was already busy burying the rest of his shaft inside her.

As the initial pain subsided, she was overcome with a feeling of pure filth. The rising pleasure far out-weighed any dissipating pain, whilst the thought of letting this strange man fuck her like this drove her wild.

"Fuck it." She urged, her lust taking control. "Fuck my arsehole, you filthy bastard." She couldn't believe she had said that, but when Max administered a stinging slap across her buttocks, she moaned and gave in to her passion.

"Is that tight?" She whispered and he grunted as he used his whole length, pushing it in as far as possible before drawing it out until her muscles tried to spit out the last of his cock.

"Is that tighter than my little cunt?" She continued as he fucked her. She could tell his cum was rising as his breathing turned to rapid gasps. "Are you going to fill my arse with your hot cum? Are you gonna fuck my virgin ass until you blow?" His rhythm began to increase and he pushed more forcefully inside her.

"Screw me. Fuck my arse. Fuck it hard, you filthy bastard." She tipped them both over the edge simultaneously. She came as his hot cock twitched and his seed pumped inside her arse. Her legs shook and she whimpered with pure satisfaction gripping his cock until it was spent, only then did she relax and allow him to withdraw.

Kneeling on the hard slabs, she took his softening cock and licked it lovingly, tasting his cum as she cleaned him up, his seed dripping from her arse and running down her leg. Her ravaged hole was awash with his cream and her pussy still tingled with the after-burn of her orgasm. She savoured his taste and the feelings that controlled her. In a matter of days he had taken her places she could never have imagined, but she knew their time was at an end. She was desperate for the moment to linger, but when she felt his hand on her shoulder drawing her away from his cock, she knew their time together was coming to a close.

THE END!

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