Hooters

I serve at the kind of place where the short-shorts and tight tops sell the wings. He sat in my section, and from the first smile he looked exactly like trouble I wanted. When he left a number on the receipt, I pocketed it like a secret. Two nights later I dialed, and the second he opened the door my dress hit the floor. I dropped to my knees right there in the hallway, took him deep, and worked my throat until spit ran down my chin. He pulled me up, bent me over the couch, and fucked me hard. My cunt gripped him with every thrust until he pushed all the way in and came, thick and hot, filling me until it leaked down my thighs. Later his older sister walked in, caught us still sticky, and the three of us never made it to the bedroom. Two blondes, one man, the night turning wetter and messier with every shared kiss and every fresh load he pumped into us.