Message-ID: <17591eli$9811280429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mikaal@hotmail.com (HotScribe) Subject: HOTSCRIBE: "Dessert" (MFF Cons Oral Exhib) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: mikaal@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <365f6aa0.3124628@mail.cadvision.com> DESSERT by HotScribe We clean up our messes quickly and quietly, grinning and giggling to ourselves as we go. I hear the waitress nearby and help you put your manhood away back in your trousers, pulling my skirt down just in time before she comes to our table. "Sorry to have been so long sir, I hope you were able to entertain yourselves while your meal was being cooked". I smile at the waitress. "Yes, thank you. By the way--you're Darla, aren't you?" The waitress suddenly broke into a big smile. "Why, yes! Hi! How are you?" I turn to you and say, "This is Darla--we used to work together several months ago." After the introductions, we all chit-chat for a bit until she has to go serve a few other customers. During the meal, I happen to remark, "You know, luv--I really love it when you jerk my cock around like that, sending my sperm everywhere." You grin. "I like doing it. It's so--erotic--watching it shoot out of your cock. What do YOU find erotic?" Now it's my turn to grin. "I especially like when I'm behind you and you bend over so I can see your cunt and your ass beckoning to me. Aside from you on top of me, doggie-style is one of my favourite positions." "Mmmm," you moan. "I'm getting horny again just thinking about it." A few moments later, Darla returns to take our dishes. "Anyone for dessert?" she inquires. "I think perhaps we'll both have your special treat," I reply, knowing that Darla would understand what I meant. "Really? All right, I think that can be arranged. Be right back." As Darla trotted away, you turn to me and ask, "What special treat is that?" "Umm--something special for both of us. You'll see." We chat a bit more, then Darla comes back with two plates, each holding strawberries cut in the shape of a heart and covered with whipped cream. "Blimey!" you exclaim. "That looks good!" Darla smiles and walks away. As you dig into the dessert, I say, "I thought you'd say that. But that's not all." I lean over and whisper into your ear, "Open your legs wide, luv." You frown at me inquisitively. But we're both used to strange and exotic requests in the oddest of places, so you part your legs. A moment later, you jerk slightly as you feel hair on the inside of your thighs, then a tongue suddenly lapping at your cunt. You look down. It's Darla. Looking over, you see that she also has her hand wrapped around my cock and is slowly moving the skin up and down. It's already becoming hard and erect. You moan and slide your hips forward on the seat so your skirt hikes up and gives the waitress better access to your cavern. Her tongue slides along your labia, sticks into your cunt, twirls around your clitoris. Now you feel Darla slip her fingers into your wet and slippery cunt-- first one, then two, then three--all of them shoving in and out while her tongue continues to push round your tiny clit. You feel her withdraw for a moment. Looking over at me, you see Darla slip her mouth over my cockhead, slide down my stalk, taking the full length of it into her, then pull up again leaving my rod shiney and wet with her saliva and my dew. Darla returns to you, and you feel something else begin to enter your sex. You look down, see Darla slowly inserting a banana. You feel its coolness against the heat of your cunt walls. Then you catch your breath as she begins to slide a long, thin carrot into your ass. You feel its pressure, try to relax enough to allow its entry to be easy. Once the carrot is in far enough, Darla begins to pump both fruit and vegetable in and out of your cunt and ass. You groan in ecstasy, reach over and grab my cock, begin to pump it in time to Darla's thrusting. My breathing quickens as I near my climax, and yours does, too, as Darla continues to shove the banana in and out of your cunt, the carrot sliding back and forth in your ass. Darla leans her head on my knee, and you know what to do. As you suddenly begin to cum from Darla's pumping actions, you jerk almost uncontrollably on the seat. Watching your ecstatic expression, I begin to cum from your own push-pulling on my cock and my jism spurts out, shooting into the waitress' mouth, on her face, the underside of the table, on my pants and on your legs. As my spasms and spouting subsides, Darla eases the carrot and banana from your ass and cunt. Then she wipes everything with her towel. The smell of sex is heavy in the air and we realize we badly need a shower to get cleaned up. Darla climbs out, smiles at us. "Hope you enjoyed your dessert," she says. " There's a shower in the back, if you would like to use it...." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----