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Note from Slickman: This story is a fantasy and in no way promotes abuse to women. If such a story upsets you then do not proceed. The fat man Richie will get his in Chapter 02. All rights reserved.
Mike and Darla Whitehouse drove around the small hick town of Whiskeyville until they finally found a house with a "FOR RENT" sign on it. Mike had just accepted a job as the town clerk of this small hick town in the foothills of South Carolina. The job didn't pay much but it would give him a start on building up his resume. His wife Darla had just finished Junior College in the Low Country and would also have to find some type of job to allow them to pay their bills.
Two weeks later after the UHAUL was unloaded they both quickly realized there were no higher level jobs available. As they ate lunch in the only café in town Darla saw a sign behind the counter that read: "HELP WANTED".
"Maybe I can get a job here," she said to her husband. They had only been married a little over a year.
"But you waited tables for five years while I got my degree," Mike said. "I don't want you doing it again."
"We need the money and this is the only job opened to me right now," she said holding his arm. "This looks like a real nice place." Darla got an application from the black waitress and filled it out that night. The next morning a girl called her to come in for an interview with the owner, Richie Johnson.
Darla kissed her husband as she left for her interview. The girl told her to wear jeans but she did not understanding why it was so important. Maybe the owner liked girls in jeans. She picked out her tightest pair in hopes of getting him to notice her ass. She was ushered into the back of the restaurant by a young girl with short hair and met Richie Johnson, the biggest fattest man she had ever seen.
He glanced at her application. "A college girl huh?"
"Yes sir, Junior College."
"Married."
It was not on her application however she saw him looking at her wedding band. "Yes sir, one year." She remembered that her husband had said an employer is not allowed to ask martial status however she was not going to tell him about it.
He put down the paper and opened his desk. After picking out a black garment that looked like a waitress dress he gave it to her. "Put this on and let me see how you look in it."
"Here?" She asked looking around the fat slobs cluttered office that was located in the corner of the storeroom towards the back of the restaurant. She knew that if she refused she would not be hired.
"Yes dear," Hog man grinned. "If it fits nicely on you I won't take the cost out of your first paycheck."
Darla looked down at her halter blouse and realized she was not wearing a bra and remembered she was wearing a very skimpy pair of white thongs under her tight jeans. "Would you turn around?"
He chuckled like Jabba The Hut and turned his desk chair slightly to the side. "Go ahead.'
She had always been shy with exposing her body even in the girl's gym class in high school. She knew her breasts were small compared to most women and her body was almost pure white since she rarely went to the beach. It was obvious the Tub was going to peek at her so she turned around and pushed down her jeans. The greasy smell from the kitchen nearby and the cold damp environment was causing her stomach to churn. As the tight jeans pushed down over her round buttocks her panties moved down with them until half of her ivory ass cheeks were exposed. She felt the cool air on her rear and quickly pulled up her panties. She heard him chuckle again which proved he was watching.
In her halter blouse and panties she took the dress and pushed her hand into the sleeve.
"You have to take off the blouse too," Jabba grunted.
"I...am not....wearing a...bra," she whispered.
"I can't see your little titties," Richie Johnson said. "Go ahead." His short stubby penis was rock hard for the first time in weeks.
Darla placed the dress on a box, and then quickly pulled the blouse up and over her bare chest and head. She leaned forward to grab the dress from the box near her knees and realized he could see the shape and most of her pink breast. Her trembling fingers grabbed the thin black uniform and jerked it upward to allow her hands to quickly slip into the sleeves. She quickly buttoned the three buttons and turned blushing at the smiling man.
"Very nice," Johnson said. "Come here and let me make sure it fits."
"It fits perfectly," Darla said taking a step backwards.
"DO YOU WANT THE JOB?" He asked in a loud voice.
"Yes," her meekly voice replied. Her knees shook as she walked up to the huge figure.
"It seems a little tight right here," he said while putting his open hand on the side of her left hip. He moved the hand up to her waist and then back down over her curved hip and slowly down her thigh. He felt her body trembling when his fingers moved down off the material and onto her bare leg just above her knee. It moved up under the dress.
"Mmmm....Mister John...son," she muttered. "Please........don't." No other man but her husband had ever touched her private flesh. "I'm.....married."
"Ha.......so am I," he laughed. He felt her body moving backwards and grabbed onto the middle of her thigh. "I'm a harmless old man. What harm will it do if you just give me a peek at that cute little body of yours?" His free hand quickly released the one button towards the bottom of the uniform. Before she could react he opened the flap and stared at the dark shadow of her pubic mound through the thin white panties. "I knew you were not a natural blonde," he laughed.
"STOP!" Darla managed to yell when his fat fingers grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled downward until her whole pubic mound was exposed. He laughed again while twirling his finger into her soft forest.
"KNOCK-KNOCK!"
They both turned to look at the door on the other side of the room. "GO AWAY!" He yelled.
"MR. JOHNSON. I HAVE TO ASK YOU SOMETHING!" A girl's voice yelled.
"SHIT!" He groaned as he let go of her leg and pulled his fingers from her twisted curls.
Darla jumped back and reconnected the button. "Do I have the job?"
"Yes," he grinned. "RONNIE COME ON IN!"
A woman who looked to be around thirty opened the door and walked inside. She glanced at the young girl's jeans and halter top on the box and smiled. "You must be Darla."
"Yes," Darla blushed as she picked up her clothing. "Are you the one I spoke with on the phone?"
"Yes," Ronnie replied. "I see you got the job."
"Enough," Richie said, sharply. "What is your question?"
"Do you want me to run the big or small ad this weekend?" Ronnie answered.
"Shit, you could have asked me that later," he growled.
"No sir, the deadline is three PM."
"The big ad," he said. "You can go." Before he could tell Darla to stay Ronnie took her hand. "Come with me and I'll get you the forms you have to fill out." They quickly walked out of the office.
"Thanks," Darla whispered when Ronnie closed the door.
"We have to watch out for each other around him," she whispered. "If you had refused to try on the uniform you would not have gotten the job."
"Isn't that sexual harassment?" Darla asked. She remembered her husband studying for a test on the subject.
"Probably but no one is willing to contest him. The police captain is his brother."
"This is just like that movie Porky's," Darla commented.
Ronnie laughed. "Yes welcome to Porky's."
Darla filled out the paperwork and Ronnie introduced her to the other employees. At twenty-two she was older than two of the young high school girls who worked there part-time after school and was younger than a cute black girl about Ronnie's age. In the kitchen she met Jason and Tim. They switched off as cooks and prep jobs. She thought Jason was cute but Tim scared her with the arms full of tattoos.
"This is our area," Ronnie said opening a door off to the side. Darla looked inside to see a sofa and a chair. "What little breaks we get we take in here. If this sign is on the door do not come in. Ronnie held up the sign that read: "Occupied". Come outside and I'll show you how to use the cash register."
Two hours later Ronnie was off shift and it left Darla with the young girl Jill. She was short and over weight but had a beautiful face and eyes. Two guys wearing tee shirts and jeans walked in and Jill whispered, "Be careful with those two. They're bad asses."
But since they sat down at one of Darla's tables she had to wait on them. "May I help you?"
"Damn, look at this fine piece of ass," Darrell said to his brother Larry. "When did you get into town?"
She blushed at the remark. "A few weeks ago," she answered forcing a smile. She knew if she was friendly to the customers she would receive bigger tips.
"Umm....mmmm," Darrell said as he pivoted his head around to her side and looked at her ass. "Grade A Prime meat. Turn around and let us see."
Again she blushed not used to the crude remarks. "What would you like to drink?"
"I'm not sure but I know what I would like to eat," Larry laughed. "You got any fur pie on that menu?"
"No," she answered sharply. "Are you going to just talk or are you going to eat?"
"Well fuck me," Darrell said leaning back. "We have a feisty one here. I bet you are a wildcat in bed."
"You'll never find out," Darla snarled. Someone tapped her on her shoulder. She turned to see Jill.
"Mr. Johnson wants to talk to you. I'll take care of them," the girl whispered.
Darla panicked and figured she had just lost her job. "Excuse me," she said to the red-neck twins and walked towards the rear door where the big man stood.
"Come back to my office," he snapped.
Darla could not even see around the large body as he wobbled down the hallway. He opened the door and held it open for her to come inside.
She stood stiffly as he walked back to the special built wide body chair and sat down. "Come here."
"They were being very nasty to me," she said in defense.
"They are two of my best customers," he said glaring at her. "Come here."
Darla remembered the cold sweaty hand on her thigh before as she slowly walked up to his chair. "I need this job," she thought.
"Bend over my lap," he said as he grabbed her wrist and pulled. His strength quickly overpowered her as she felt forward and then downward on top of his fat thighs.
"Oh God, what are you going to do?" She asked as she tried to push up off of his legs.
"You've been a bad girl and Big Daddy now has to spank you." He grabbed the bottom of her uniform and jerked it up over her panty-covered ass.
Darla tried to speak but was too shocked and afraid. She felt his fingers grab her panties and then pull until they rested around her knees. Her bare ass was his to do as he pleased.
Richie grinned when he saw the nicest ass he had ever seen. Most of the locals knew about his fetishes and therefore the only women he could get were the ones who were desperate for a job. He dropped his fingers down onto the soft cushions and squeezed. "Very nice."
"Don't," Darla growled. How did this man think she would allow such a thing? "I'll report you to the police." She had forgotten who Richie's brother was.
"Good, maybe he will want to spank you next?" He raised his hand and brought it sharply down on the delicate flesh. "SMACK!"
"AHHHH!" She cried out from the sharp pain. "STOP!"
"SMACK!" Came the sound from her other buttock.
"PLEASE STOP!" She cried out.
"SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!"
Tears flowed from Darla's eyes from the pain and humiliation. The pain had turned to a burning sensation and it felt like her whole backside was covered in flames.
He stopped and softly rubbed over her throbbing flesh. "Are you going to do what I tell you from now on?"
"NO!" She screamed. She knew what was coming but was not ready for it.
"SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!" He pushed her panties down and off her feet. "SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!"
"Are you going to do what I tell you from now on?"
"Ye....sssss," she gasped. She tried to squeeze her legs together to prevent him from seeing under her bright red cheeks at her exposed pussy but his thick fingers pried them apart.
"Are you trying to hide your pussy from me?" He whispered.
She tightened her butt in anticipation of more spanks. "No." She gasped when his thick middle finger moved up under her ass and across her opened slit. She thought about objecting but realized he would only hit her some more. His finger was bigger than her husband's penis as he pushed it up into her moist pussy.
"I thought you were married," Johnson chuckled. "He must be a pencil dick." "My-my, your honey hole is dripping. You like this spanking stuff don't you?"
As much as Darla tried to prevent it the finger was giving her pleasure. He rubbed across her raised clitoris and heard her moan.
With Ronnie gone Jill's only hope to stop the spankings that the whole restaurant could hear, was Tim. She hurried into the kitchen. "You have to stop him."
"I need this job," Tim said looking at the hard nipples under Jill's uniform. "If I do it what do I get?"
Jill remembered the pain she had experienced when Richie broke her in. "Whatever you want."
Tim smiled as he removed his apron and tossed it onto the sink counter. He moved down the hallway and knocked on the boss's door. "MR. JOHNSON."
The fat man's finger was now fucking in and out of Darla's pussy and she was moaning each time. He knew she was almost there. "COME IN!"
Darla heard him invite someone into the office while she was spread-legged ass naked on Johnson's lap. "OH GOD!" She cried out as she tried to push off of him but his heavy arm held her down.
The door opened and Tim walked in. When he saw Darla's nearly naked body and the fat man's red hand prints on her ass he stopped and closed the door.
"Have you met Darla?" Johnson asked with a grin. His finger was still buried in her moist hole.
"Sir, the customers are leaving," Tim said lying. "They can hear you spanking her."
"I'm not spanking her anymore. Ain't that right Darla?" He pushed his whole finger deeply up into her pussy.
"Yes," she moaned.
"Do you want me to stop what I'm doing?" He pulled his finger out and jammed it forcefully back inside.
"Nooo," she moaned again.
"I won't have to spank you anymore will I?"
"No," she replied.
"See, no more spanking. You can leave now."
Tim had a hard-on when he turned and walked out. He saw Jill waiting for him. "There will be no more spanking." He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "We will close up tonight." He had been trying to get between those young thighs since she passed her eighteenth birthday.
"Mr. Johnson, can I get up now?" Darla begged. His fat finger was still deeply buried in her hot pussy.
Richie smiled and slowly pulled his digit from her sex. "Sure, sugar pie." He took her shoulder and pulled her up. As she stood in front of him her uniform was still up around her waist thus exposing her full bush to his eyes for the first time. She reached down to push down the uniform but he grabbed and held her wrist.
"Don't you ever trim that bush?" He asked as he once again twirled his fingers through the thick growth.
"No sir," she replied, far past the point of embarrassment. Her ass was still stinging and her legs were quivering. She gasped when he curled his finger and pushed it back up into her dampness.
"You sure are tight for a married woman," he said again. "How big is your husband's prick?" He rubbed his big thumb on her clit as he once again finger-fucked her.
"Ohh," she moaned. "I'm not sure."
"Is he as big as my finger?" He laughed holding up his middle finger on his free hand.
"Noooo," she moaned. She tried hard to not be excited but his touches on her sensitive button were driving her crazy.
Suddenly he pulled his finger from her quim. "Enough for tonight." He reached into his top desk draw and removed a white tube. "Turn around."
"Please don't spank me again," she begged.
He held the uniform up as he squeezed the soothing cream on her red cheeks.
"Ahhh," she sighed. The cream was putting out the fire. She flinched when his fingertips gently spread it around and around. "Thank you sir."
He grinned because he had thought she would be tougher to break in. The black girl Lena had held out for almost a week before finally giving into his desires. "So will we see you back here again tomorrow afternoon?" He reached into the desk again and pulled out a new one hundred dollar bill and handed it to her.
If he had asked her that about ten minutes ago her answer would have been different. "Yes sir."
Darla almost ran from his office and grabbed her purse from the small room before dashing out through the restaurant. She heard the redneck boys laughing as she closed the glass door. When she sat in her car she cried out in pain. Her ass still hurt badly.
Mike was watching TV when he heard the car door outside and then heard the front door open and close. "In here!" He yelled.
Darla gathered herself and walked into the living room. "I got the job but I can't work there."
"Why not?" He snapped back at her. "It's the only job around."
"It's the owner, he gets fresh with the women," she said looking down. She felt guilty that she had allowed the man to finger her vagina.
"Honey, you're a beautiful woman. It's natural that men want to get friendly with you. You told me it happened in Charleston when you were a waitress there."
"Yes, but that was just verbal propositions. Mr. Johnson touches."
"He touched you?" Mike sat up.
"Yes, but I was told his brother is the police captain so who would I tell?"
"Where did he touch you?" Mike moved closer to her.
"My ass," she whispered. She didn't want to tell him that the man had spanked her. She saw the excitement in his eyes instead of anger. Her eyes quickly looked to the large bulge in his cotton shorts.
"So what? As long as it is just your ass."
Darla almost hit him with her purse. He was not pissed off another man touched her but was instead excited and was downplaying it. She smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "As long as it's OK with you it's OK with me." She stood and walked towards the bedroom.
"I was hoping we could you know....," he grinned.
"I worked my ass off today," she grinned back. "I need a hot bath."
"Lock the front door," Tim said to Jill with a grin. He remembered her deal with him that if he could get old man Johnson to stop spanking the new girl that she would do whatever he wanted. He had tried for some time to get closer to her but she had rebuke him saying that she had a steady boyfriend back at the high school.
"I.......I...didn't mean......anything," she said, nervously while locking the door. So far she had only jerked off and recently had intercourse with her much younger and smaller boyfriend.
Tim chuckled while she walked to the door. Her ass was a little big but her nice large round breasts more than compensated for it. It had been a while since he had fucked a teenager. "Let's go back into the lounge."
Jill thought about bailing out the front door and never coming back but she needed the job and she had more than once masturbated while imagining Tim between her meaty thighs. She turned off the roadway sign and the lights in the restaurant and then walked down the dim lit hallway to the small lounge. Tim was smiling and sitting back on the sofa.
Jill walked towards the chair but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto his lap. "Don't hurt me," she purred as his hand roamed down over her soft ass cheek. He lightly tapped it.
"So does the fat man spank all of you?" He asked while gently nibbling on her the soft nape of her neck.
"Yes," Jill whispered. His lips were sending chills down her spine.
"Are you naked when he does it?" He remembered seeing the new girl lying across Johnson's lap with her panties off and her red butt exposed. He lightly tapped her butt again.
"Nooo," she moaned. His lips were causing serious heat between her thighs. "He just pulls down.......our panties."
"Does he finger your pussy too?" He remembered seeing Johnson fingering the new girl's hole.
"Not me. He thinks I'm a virgin."
"Are you?"
Jill turned her head and looked into his masculine eyes. "No, but I was until two weeks ago."
He leaned his head forward and pecked on her soft lips. "Do you care if I fuck you?"
"I'm going steady," she giggled. His hand had moved down to her bare knee and was now moving up under the waitress uniform. Tim was almost as old as her father.
He pushed down between her sweaty thick thighs until he found the silk covered slit. She was dripping wet and ready for him. "Open up the buttons and show me what you've been teasing me with for the past two months."
Jill had not exposed her body for her boyfriend before. The two times they had intercourse it had been dark in the front seat of his pick-up truck out on a lonely dirt road. "I'm fat," she whispered.
He laughed as he pushed his finger under the moist panties and into her hairy gash. "I like my women with meat on their bones." Her eyes rolled back into their sockets as her legs opened widely to allow him access up into her tight pussy. "That feels......good." She moaned.
"Open your buttons," he said again. This time her trembling fingers popped the three buttons and pulled open the uniform. Her 40DD knockers popped outward still contained under the straining bra. His middle finger continued to rub across her thick clit as it pushed in and out of her honey pot.
"Remove your bra," he whispered.
Jill kept her eyes closed as she pushed the uniform off her shoulders and reached behind her to release the triple clasp bra. She pulled it from her shoulders and then down off her massive white orbs. Her huge nipples stuck out almost two inches.
"Damn," he said looking at the Dolly Parton clones. "I had no idea they were this big and beautiful." He leaned down and sucked in the long pink tip.
Jill lost it when her tit was being sucked. Her boyfriend had touched them but he had not suckled on her nipple. The finger in her pussy and his tongue dancing on her nip had her gasping for breath. "OH GOD!"
Tim knew she was ready and so was he. He lifted her bulk from his lap and as she stood before him pulled off her damp white panties. A pad of pubic hair rested above her swollen pussy lips. He guided her nakedness down onto the sofa and stood to undress.
Jill lay back with her legs spread open ready for him. She watched him remove his tee shirt and saw the many tattoos scattered about on his chest, shoulders and arms. Her eyes locked onto his bulge when he pushed down his jeans and briefs over his long but thin penis. It didn't look any thicker than her boyfriend's but it was almost three times as long. She bit her lower lip as he lowered his thin muscular body between her thighs and guided his missile into her launch pad.
"AHHHHHHHHHH," Jill moaned while his thin cock pushed deeper and deeper into her new womanhood. When he stopped she looked into his eyes. "You're filling me up."
"That's the idea," he grinned. It had been almost a month since he had his last piece of ass so he knew he would not be able to last very long. He fiddled with her swollen clit as he methodically fucked her brains out.
Jill had thought she had climaxed before but suddenly knew she was wrong. Her body was on fire and was about to explode. She hung onto his tattooed back when she climaxed. "OHHHHHHHH GODDDDD!" She felt his spunk fill her hole and ooze out as he continued to pump into her. Finally their bodies stopped moving.
"That was wonderful," she giggled. "Can we do it again?"
Tim laughed. "There will be more nights. What about your boyfriend? I thought you were going steady."
"Fuck him," Jill whispered. She didn't need him anymore.
Darla was nervous when she drove behind the restaurant to park the next day. She was to start at 11:00AM and work until 7:00PM but decided to arrive early so the big man wouldn't be mad and spank her again. Her ass was slightly bruised and her pride was seriously weakened by the previous day's affair. As bad as that was the part of having another man finger her pussy had turned her on whether she would admit it or not. Plus, the extra $100 in cash he gave her went straight to her secret piggy bank.
"She came back," Ronnie whispered to Lena as Darla walked into the door. "You owe me five bucks."
"Good morning," Darla smiled at Ronnie. "Where do you want me to work today?"
"Since its Tuesday it will be a little slow so why don't you do the inventory for me?" Ronnie said as she picked up a clipboard with a stack of papers clipped to it. "Come on back and I'll show you how to do it."
They moved to the time clock and Darla clocked in before walking past Mr. Johnson's office. "Is he in today?"
"He'll be in around noon," Ronnie answered. "How is your ass today?"
"Sore," She said. "I guess you heard that he spanked me for being rude to Darrell and Larry."
"He does it to all new girls so no matter what you did yesterday you were going to get a spanking. It gets his tiny little dick off." She laughed.
"Is.........is that all he does?" Darla asked as Ronnie led her down a long row of shelves filled with canned vegetables, mustard, and ketchup.
"Well...he does have a roaming finger." Ronnie turned and saw Darla blush. "So he fingered you too."
"Yes," Darla answered.
"I don't want to scare you away but he does like a few other things. Don't worry he's too fat to fuck you but he likes a hand job once in a while."
"Oh, I could never do that," Darla said. "I'm married."
Ronnie laughed. "So was I when I started here. In those days he would only give us ten dollars for a hand job. I hope you have figured it out by now that most of our earnings comes from keeping the big man happy."
"I have," Darla whispered. They moved to a back wall of paneling where Ronnie stopped and pulled out a large can of pickles.
"His office is on the other side of this wall. If you push on the paneling you can see into the room." Ronnie did so and Darla looked over her arm at the back of his desk.
"I don't understand," Darla said wondering why Ronnie would want to look at the other girls being mistreated.
"It's the only way we can keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't go too far. Yesterday I was watching when he exposed you. I could see you were ready to run for it."
They heard a door open and both peeked through the wall to see Richie waddle into the room. He moved to a picture of himself on the far wall and pulled it out to uncover a wall safe. He opened it and pulled out a huge stack of money.
"He makes a lot of money with gambling," Ronnie whispered. "On Saturday night after we close he sets up a high stacks poker game back here."
"Of course his brother knows all about it," Darla whispered.
"Yes, be careful with his brother Randy. He likes to do more than just touch and spank."
Richie took a stack of money, closed the safe and walked back to his chair. He picked up his phone.
"I better get back out front," Ronnie whispered. "Compare the list to what is on the shelves."
Darla watched her leave and started the inventory.
It was almost an hour later when Ronnie came back into the storeroom.
"I'm almost finished," Darla said.
"Shhh," Ronnie whispered. "Jason's wife just came in to see Richie. Jason has been out sick a lot the past month and Richie is threatening to fire him." She pushed on the wall and they watched the young very nervous woman walk in.
"Hello Penny," Richie grinned. "How is your husband today?"
"He........still feels pretty bad. He should not have come to work yesterday."
"Well, I've been a patient man but I need an employee who shows up for work," Richie said. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to let him go." He looked at her for a reaction.
"Please Mr. Johnson," she said clasping her fingers together. "We have a lot of medical bills and our rent is due." Tears flowed from her eyes.
Richie glanced at the tight jeans and loose sweatshirt she was wearing. "How much money do you need to get the bills up to date?"
Her sniffles stopped. "A lot. The rent is $450 and we owe $289.00 to the doctor."
He reached into his desk and pulled out the stack of money. "So if I was to loan you $800 would it help?"
"Mr. Johnson, I don't know what to say," she smiled as her tiny fingers wiped the tears from her face.
"That was nice," Darla whispered as they continued to peek though the opening.
Ronnie smiled. "Keep watching."
Richie counted out eight one-hundred dollar bills and handed them out to her. As she reached for the stack he pulled it back. "What's in it for me?"
Penny sat back. "We will repay you every cent."
"I'm sure you will but how about now?" He looked at her sweatshirt. "Maybe if you took off your sweatshirt I'll have more faith that you are serious."
Penny had told her husband she was going out for a while and had heard rumors about Richie Johnson taking advantage of the waitresses. So it didn't surprise her when he asked for her sweatshirt. "I'm only doing this because we need the money," she said looking down as she pulled the Game Cocks sweatshirt over her short dark hair. She placed it on the chair next to her and brushed back her hair. She proudly pushed out her powder blue semi-cup bra.
"Did you wear that just for me?" He laughed. His reputation had grown county wide. "How about those jeans now?"
A slight smile forced outward as she unsnapped the front, pushed down the zipper and lifted her hips to push the tight denim down her soft pink thighs. She folded them neatly and sat them on the sweatshirt. Again she sat back proudly. Except for a few stretch marks from the baby her body was back into its hard shape.
"Please stand and let me see the rear," he said leaning forward. He looked at the dark shadows of her small nipples and the thin darkness of her trimmed bush through the matching powder blue panties.
Penny did as he asked and tightened her butt cheeks for an improved effect. She knew it wasn't the only thing he was going to ask her to do. She slowly turned back around and saw his smile. She waited.
"The bra," he commanded.
Her fingers trembled as she released the front clasp and pulled the half cups from her pure white mounds. Her nipples were as hard as she could remember.
"I guess you want me to take these off too," she teased by putting her fingers in the waistband of her triangular blue panties.
He nodded and she pushed them down slowly over her damp folds and lower off her legs.
Although the temperature in his office was frigid her body was very hot. She turned again without him asking.
"Come here," he ordered. His eyes focused on the thin strip of curly tendrils carved above her pink slit.
Penny moved in front of his knees and waited.
"What's he going to do?" Darla whispered in Ronnie's ear.
"Who knows?" Ronnie answered.
"Turn around and bend forward," he said firmly.
Penny hesitated but then did as he said. She looked at the other wall and then lowered her top half until she was looking down at the floor. She knew he could see both her anus and her moist pussy.
"Spread the cheeks."
Again she hesitated until she remembered the money. Her fingers reached back to her hips and found the tight valley. She pulled the buttocks outward until her whole ass crack and her pussy was wide open.
"Back up."
She almost tripped as she tried to walk backwards while holding her ass open. She looked under her chest and stomach and saw his body only inches from her bare ass. Her eyes opened widely when she felt his hot breath blowing on her privates. Then she gasped when his fat tongue pushed between her cheeks and into her tiny anus. No one, not even Jason, had even touched her there and now this brute of a man had his tongue about three inches inside of her.
"Is he licking her vagina?" Darla asked Ronnie. They could only see the back of his head in front of her ass.
"I think it's a little higher," Ronnie said knowing Darla was completely grossed out.
"In her butt?"
"Yes, in her butt."
As Richie fucked her ass with his tongue his fingers pushed into her dripping pussy. She moaned as he continued to violate her two holes.
Penny had thought it would be sickening having this man have his way with her but he was doing something so naughty and nasty that it was exciting. Her sex life with Jason had dwindled to maybe once per month since the baby was born last year. All she knew right then was that his fingers were quickly bringing her off. "Mr. Johnson, I'm going to cum." She said feeling the igniter about to blow the powder keg.
He slowed down and heard her groan of dissatisfaction. He licked and rubbed some more until her ass was fucking back against his face. It was then that she climaxed. "OH YESSSS!!! NOW!!!!" Penny climaxed and felt her legs turn to jelly. Her body twisted until it fell into a pretzel at his feet.
Both Ronnie and Darla stared at the silent room for almost a minute. "I forgot to tell you he has a hot tongue." Ronnie whispered. "We better get out front." They moved the can of pickles back and headed out the front. Darla was waiting on a customer when Penny walked out of the back smiling.
"You must be Darla," Penny smiled. "Jason mentioned you started yesterday."
"Yes," Darla said. "And you are Penny."
"Yes, I will be helping you on the weekends to help pay for some loans," Penny said.
"Good," Darla grinned. She wanted to find out just how good the big man's tongue was without the real thing.
Darla made it thought the late lunch period without any problems and was starting to feel good about the job until the door opened and Larry and his brother Darrell walked in. They looked around to see which section she was working and headed her way. Darla was taking another couples order when she felt something brush against her ass. She knew it was one of the red-necks but didn't flinch. A few minutes later she walked to their booth which was in the rear corner.
"May I take your order?" She asked with the pen touching the order booklet.
"I order you to sit down here next to me," Darrell chuckled. To his surprise she did.
"Now may I write down what you would like?" She smiled. Except for the fuzzy unshaven faces the two good ol' boys were not bad looking.
"A burger and fries," Darrell said while placing his hand on her thigh just under the short uniform. He expected her to pull it away but she left it there.
"Anything to drink?" She asked. His hand was strong and his fingers rough as he squeezed her tender thigh.
"A coke," he grinned while moving his hand under her uniform. Again she pretended it wasn't happening.
She wrote down the drink order and looked at a surprised Larry. "What would you like?" Darrell's fingers were now brushing against the elastic of her new yellow panties.
"I'd like for you to come over here," he said realizing his brother was getting the free feels.
Darla looked at Darrell whose fingers were now pressing into her silk-covered pussy lips. "Sorry but I must go over there," she giggled as she slid out of her seat and sat next to the other brother. Her uniform was now bunched up high on her thighs. "Go ahead," she smiled as she pushed her leg sideways until it touched his. His rough fingers quickly took over and didn't waste any time touching her leg. His middle finger pushed her panties about an inch into her dripping hole.
"Meatloaf and mash potatoes," he whispered. Of all the waitresses they had harassed at Richie's she was definitely the finest. "And, a coke."
She gasped when he touched over her swollen clit but kept writing. "Maybe later you two will want desert." She smiled as she pushed out of the bench seat and stood pushing down her uniform. As she walked to the kitchen to put in the order she saw Richie looking through the small window. He moved aside while she walked in. "Hello Mr. Johnson."
"Well Hello Darla," the big man said as he cupped her ass. "I'm glad to see you have learned how to take care of my best customers."
Darla giggled and moved away. "My butt is still a little sore," she whispered. She thought about how Richie had pleasured Jason's wife with his tongue.
"Maybe I should put some more cream on it," he whispered back.
"OK," she smiled. "My next break is at 3:00PM." She walked over to the table and clipped the brother's orders to the clip board.
Ten minutes later she carried the food to Darrell and Larry. As she leaned over to push the dishes back to them both of them touched one of her legs. She let their fingers worm up to her panties again until she moved back. "You better eat your food or it will get cold." She had learned to play the game however it was making her extremely horny.
Ronnie had seen what was going on so when she met Darla at the cash register later she whispered, "Be careful teasing those two."
"Who said I was teasing?" Darla whispered back. If it made the big man happy it meant she would probably get more bonuses.
A few minutes later Darla almost had to eat those words because the brothers put her to the test. They had both ordered cherry pies and when she brought the pies over Darrell pulled her down next to him again. She figured he wanted to rub her panties again and didn't fight as he pulled her back into the booth which prevented anyone else, but Larry, to see them.
Darla felt his hand touch her leg but instead of moving under her uniform he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand over to his lap. She felt his hard-on under his jeans. Since she had not touched another man's member besides her husbands she was excited and wondered how big he was.
"Do me while I eat my pie," he whispered.
Darla looked over at a smiling Larry and knew he was next. She squeezed the stiff rod and moved her fingers down to the tip. He was about the same size as her husband but seemed to be a lot thicker.
She figured she would be able to get him off just like that however she heard the zipper and felt it being lowered. Her hand moved away as he fished it out. He smiled and returned his hands to the task of eating his pie. Darla's fingers trembled as they moved back over his lap until they touched his hot penis. Her fingers opened and wrapped around it. As she stroked it she looked at Larry. "Why don't you come over here next to me?'
Larry never moved so fast. He was sitting next to her with his bare dick sticking upward before she was able to turn to grab his hard-on. The blow hard boys lasted less than a minute as Darrell's cream shot upward first and Larry's only seconds behind. She grabbed Darrell's napkin and wiped her hands off. "Excuse me I have other customers."
Larry pushed his spent dick back in his jeans and moved out to let her out of the booth. "I hope you boys like your pie," she giggled as she headed to the restroom to wash her hands.
The restaurant was almost empty at 3:00PM when Darla knocked on the big man's office door. "Come in," he said.
"It's my break time sir," Darla smiled as she walked in and up to his chair.
"Yes and I have the cream right here," Richie grinned. "Why don't you get undressed for me?"
Mike and Darla Whitehouse drove around the small hick town of Whiskeyville until they finally found a house with a "FOR RENT" sign on it. Mike had just accepted a job as the town clerk of this small hick town in the foothills of South Carolina. The job didn't pay much but it would give him a start on building up his resume. His wife Darla had just finished Junior College in the Low Country and would also have to find some type of job to allow them to pay their bills.
Two weeks later after the UHAUL was unloaded they both quickly realized there were no higher level jobs available. As they ate lunch in the only café in town Darla saw a sign behind the counter that read: "HELP WANTED".
"Maybe I can get a job here," she said to her husband. They had only been married a little over a year.
"But you waited tables for five years while I got my degree," Mike said. "I don't want you doing it again."
"We need the money and this is the only job opened to me right now," she said holding his arm. "This looks like a real nice place." Darla got an application from the black waitress and filled it out that night. The next morning a girl called her to come in for an interview with the owner, Richie Johnson.
Darla kissed her husband as she left for her interview. The girl told her to wear jeans but she did not understanding why it was so important. Maybe the owner liked girls in jeans. She picked out her tightest pair in hopes of getting him to notice her ass. She was ushered into the back of the restaurant by a young girl with short hair and met Richie Johnson, the biggest fattest man she had ever seen.
He glanced at her application. "A college girl huh?"
"Yes sir, Junior College."
"Married."
It was not on her application however she saw him looking at her wedding band. "Yes sir, one year." She remembered that her husband had said an employer is not allowed to ask martial status however she was not going to tell him about it.
He put down the paper and opened his desk. After picking out a black garment that looked like a waitress dress he gave it to her. "Put this on and let me see how you look in it."
"Here?" She asked looking around the fat slobs cluttered office that was located in the corner of the storeroom towards the back of the restaurant. She knew that if she refused she would not be hired.
"Yes dear," Hog man grinned. "If it fits nicely on you I won't take the cost out of your first paycheck."
Darla looked down at her halter blouse and realized she was not wearing a bra and remembered she was wearing a very skimpy pair of white thongs under her tight jeans. "Would you turn around?"
He chuckled like Jabba The Hut and turned his desk chair slightly to the side. "Go ahead.'
She had always been shy with exposing her body even in the girl's gym class in high school. She knew her breasts were small compared to most women and her body was almost pure white since she rarely went to the beach. It was obvious the Tub was going to peek at her so she turned around and pushed down her jeans. The greasy smell from the kitchen nearby and the cold damp environment was causing her stomach to churn. As the tight jeans pushed down over her round buttocks her panties moved down with them until half of her ivory ass cheeks were exposed. She felt the cool air on her rear and quickly pulled up her panties. She heard him chuckle again which proved he was watching.
In her halter blouse and panties she took the dress and pushed her hand into the sleeve.
"You have to take off the blouse too," Jabba grunted.
"I...am not....wearing a...bra," she whispered.
"I can't see your little titties," Richie Johnson said. "Go ahead." His short stubby penis was rock hard for the first time in weeks.
Darla placed the dress on a box, and then quickly pulled the blouse up and over her bare chest and head. She leaned forward to grab the dress from the box near her knees and realized he could see the shape and most of her pink breast. Her trembling fingers grabbed the thin black uniform and jerked it upward to allow her hands to quickly slip into the sleeves. She quickly buttoned the three buttons and turned blushing at the smiling man.
"Very nice," Johnson said. "Come here and let me make sure it fits."
"It fits perfectly," Darla said taking a step backwards.
"DO YOU WANT THE JOB?" He asked in a loud voice.
"Yes," her meekly voice replied. Her knees shook as she walked up to the huge figure.
"It seems a little tight right here," he said while putting his open hand on the side of her left hip. He moved the hand up to her waist and then back down over her curved hip and slowly down her thigh. He felt her body trembling when his fingers moved down off the material and onto her bare leg just above her knee. It moved up under the dress.
"Mmmm....Mister John...son," she muttered. "Please........don't." No other man but her husband had ever touched her private flesh. "I'm.....married."
"Ha.......so am I," he laughed. He felt her body moving backwards and grabbed onto the middle of her thigh. "I'm a harmless old man. What harm will it do if you just give me a peek at that cute little body of yours?" His free hand quickly released the one button towards the bottom of the uniform. Before she could react he opened the flap and stared at the dark shadow of her pubic mound through the thin white panties. "I knew you were not a natural blonde," he laughed.
"STOP!" Darla managed to yell when his fat fingers grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled downward until her whole pubic mound was exposed. He laughed again while twirling his finger into her soft forest.
"KNOCK-KNOCK!"
They both turned to look at the door on the other side of the room. "GO AWAY!" He yelled.
"MR. JOHNSON. I HAVE TO ASK YOU SOMETHING!" A girl's voice yelled.
"SHIT!" He groaned as he let go of her leg and pulled his fingers from her twisted curls.
Darla jumped back and reconnected the button. "Do I have the job?"
"Yes," he grinned. "RONNIE COME ON IN!"
A woman who looked to be around thirty opened the door and walked inside. She glanced at the young girl's jeans and halter top on the box and smiled. "You must be Darla."
"Yes," Darla blushed as she picked up her clothing. "Are you the one I spoke with on the phone?"
"Yes," Ronnie replied. "I see you got the job."
"Enough," Richie said, sharply. "What is your question?"
"Do you want me to run the big or small ad this weekend?" Ronnie answered.
"Shit, you could have asked me that later," he growled.
"No sir, the deadline is three PM."
"The big ad," he said. "You can go." Before he could tell Darla to stay Ronnie took her hand. "Come with me and I'll get you the forms you have to fill out." They quickly walked out of the office.
"Thanks," Darla whispered when Ronnie closed the door.
"We have to watch out for each other around him," she whispered. "If you had refused to try on the uniform you would not have gotten the job."
"Isn't that sexual harassment?" Darla asked. She remembered her husband studying for a test on the subject.
"Probably but no one is willing to contest him. The police captain is his brother."
"This is just like that movie Porky's," Darla commented.
Ronnie laughed. "Yes welcome to Porky's."
Darla filled out the paperwork and Ronnie introduced her to the other employees. At twenty-two she was older than two of the young high school girls who worked there part-time after school and was younger than a cute black girl about Ronnie's age. In the kitchen she met Jason and Tim. They switched off as cooks and prep jobs. She thought Jason was cute but Tim scared her with the arms full of tattoos.
"This is our area," Ronnie said opening a door off to the side. Darla looked inside to see a sofa and a chair. "What little breaks we get we take in here. If this sign is on the door do not come in. Ronnie held up the sign that read: "Occupied". Come outside and I'll show you how to use the cash register."
Two hours later Ronnie was off shift and it left Darla with the young girl Jill. She was short and over weight but had a beautiful face and eyes. Two guys wearing tee shirts and jeans walked in and Jill whispered, "Be careful with those two. They're bad asses."
But since they sat down at one of Darla's tables she had to wait on them. "May I help you?"
"Damn, look at this fine piece of ass," Darrell said to his brother Larry. "When did you get into town?"
She blushed at the remark. "A few weeks ago," she answered forcing a smile. She knew if she was friendly to the customers she would receive bigger tips.
"Umm....mmmm," Darrell said as he pivoted his head around to her side and looked at her ass. "Grade A Prime meat. Turn around and let us see."
Again she blushed not used to the crude remarks. "What would you like to drink?"
"I'm not sure but I know what I would like to eat," Larry laughed. "You got any fur pie on that menu?"
"No," she answered sharply. "Are you going to just talk or are you going to eat?"
"Well fuck me," Darrell said leaning back. "We have a feisty one here. I bet you are a wildcat in bed."
"You'll never find out," Darla snarled. Someone tapped her on her shoulder. She turned to see Jill.
"Mr. Johnson wants to talk to you. I'll take care of them," the girl whispered.
Darla panicked and figured she had just lost her job. "Excuse me," she said to the red-neck twins and walked towards the rear door where the big man stood.
"Come back to my office," he snapped.
Darla could not even see around the large body as he wobbled down the hallway. He opened the door and held it open for her to come inside.
She stood stiffly as he walked back to the special built wide body chair and sat down. "Come here."
"They were being very nasty to me," she said in defense.
"They are two of my best customers," he said glaring at her. "Come here."
Darla remembered the cold sweaty hand on her thigh before as she slowly walked up to his chair. "I need this job," she thought.
"Bend over my lap," he said as he grabbed her wrist and pulled. His strength quickly overpowered her as she felt forward and then downward on top of his fat thighs.
"Oh God, what are you going to do?" She asked as she tried to push up off of his legs.
"You've been a bad girl and Big Daddy now has to spank you." He grabbed the bottom of her uniform and jerked it up over her panty-covered ass.
Darla tried to speak but was too shocked and afraid. She felt his fingers grab her panties and then pull until they rested around her knees. Her bare ass was his to do as he pleased.
Richie grinned when he saw the nicest ass he had ever seen. Most of the locals knew about his fetishes and therefore the only women he could get were the ones who were desperate for a job. He dropped his fingers down onto the soft cushions and squeezed. "Very nice."
"Don't," Darla growled. How did this man think she would allow such a thing? "I'll report you to the police." She had forgotten who Richie's brother was.
"Good, maybe he will want to spank you next?" He raised his hand and brought it sharply down on the delicate flesh. "SMACK!"
"AHHHH!" She cried out from the sharp pain. "STOP!"
"SMACK!" Came the sound from her other buttock.
"PLEASE STOP!" She cried out.
"SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!"
Tears flowed from Darla's eyes from the pain and humiliation. The pain had turned to a burning sensation and it felt like her whole backside was covered in flames.
He stopped and softly rubbed over her throbbing flesh. "Are you going to do what I tell you from now on?"
"NO!" She screamed. She knew what was coming but was not ready for it.
"SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!" He pushed her panties down and off her feet. "SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!"
"Are you going to do what I tell you from now on?"
"Ye....sssss," she gasped. She tried to squeeze her legs together to prevent him from seeing under her bright red cheeks at her exposed pussy but his thick fingers pried them apart.
"Are you trying to hide your pussy from me?" He whispered.
She tightened her butt in anticipation of more spanks. "No." She gasped when his thick middle finger moved up under her ass and across her opened slit. She thought about objecting but realized he would only hit her some more. His finger was bigger than her husband's penis as he pushed it up into her moist pussy.
"I thought you were married," Johnson chuckled. "He must be a pencil dick." "My-my, your honey hole is dripping. You like this spanking stuff don't you?"
As much as Darla tried to prevent it the finger was giving her pleasure. He rubbed across her raised clitoris and heard her moan.
With Ronnie gone Jill's only hope to stop the spankings that the whole restaurant could hear, was Tim. She hurried into the kitchen. "You have to stop him."
"I need this job," Tim said looking at the hard nipples under Jill's uniform. "If I do it what do I get?"
Jill remembered the pain she had experienced when Richie broke her in. "Whatever you want."
Tim smiled as he removed his apron and tossed it onto the sink counter. He moved down the hallway and knocked on the boss's door. "MR. JOHNSON."
The fat man's finger was now fucking in and out of Darla's pussy and she was moaning each time. He knew she was almost there. "COME IN!"
Darla heard him invite someone into the office while she was spread-legged ass naked on Johnson's lap. "OH GOD!" She cried out as she tried to push off of him but his heavy arm held her down.
The door opened and Tim walked in. When he saw Darla's nearly naked body and the fat man's red hand prints on her ass he stopped and closed the door.
"Have you met Darla?" Johnson asked with a grin. His finger was still buried in her moist hole.
"Sir, the customers are leaving," Tim said lying. "They can hear you spanking her."
"I'm not spanking her anymore. Ain't that right Darla?" He pushed his whole finger deeply up into her pussy.
"Yes," she moaned.
"Do you want me to stop what I'm doing?" He pulled his finger out and jammed it forcefully back inside.
"Nooo," she moaned again.
"I won't have to spank you anymore will I?"
"No," she replied.
"See, no more spanking. You can leave now."
Tim had a hard-on when he turned and walked out. He saw Jill waiting for him. "There will be no more spanking." He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "We will close up tonight." He had been trying to get between those young thighs since she passed her eighteenth birthday.
"Mr. Johnson, can I get up now?" Darla begged. His fat finger was still deeply buried in her hot pussy.
Richie smiled and slowly pulled his digit from her sex. "Sure, sugar pie." He took her shoulder and pulled her up. As she stood in front of him her uniform was still up around her waist thus exposing her full bush to his eyes for the first time. She reached down to push down the uniform but he grabbed and held her wrist.
"Don't you ever trim that bush?" He asked as he once again twirled his fingers through the thick growth.
"No sir," she replied, far past the point of embarrassment. Her ass was still stinging and her legs were quivering. She gasped when he curled his finger and pushed it back up into her dampness.
"You sure are tight for a married woman," he said again. "How big is your husband's prick?" He rubbed his big thumb on her clit as he once again finger-fucked her.
"Ohh," she moaned. "I'm not sure."
"Is he as big as my finger?" He laughed holding up his middle finger on his free hand.
"Noooo," she moaned. She tried hard to not be excited but his touches on her sensitive button were driving her crazy.
Suddenly he pulled his finger from her quim. "Enough for tonight." He reached into his top desk draw and removed a white tube. "Turn around."
"Please don't spank me again," she begged.
He held the uniform up as he squeezed the soothing cream on her red cheeks.
"Ahhh," she sighed. The cream was putting out the fire. She flinched when his fingertips gently spread it around and around. "Thank you sir."
He grinned because he had thought she would be tougher to break in. The black girl Lena had held out for almost a week before finally giving into his desires. "So will we see you back here again tomorrow afternoon?" He reached into the desk again and pulled out a new one hundred dollar bill and handed it to her.
If he had asked her that about ten minutes ago her answer would have been different. "Yes sir."
Darla almost ran from his office and grabbed her purse from the small room before dashing out through the restaurant. She heard the redneck boys laughing as she closed the glass door. When she sat in her car she cried out in pain. Her ass still hurt badly.
Mike was watching TV when he heard the car door outside and then heard the front door open and close. "In here!" He yelled.
Darla gathered herself and walked into the living room. "I got the job but I can't work there."
"Why not?" He snapped back at her. "It's the only job around."
"It's the owner, he gets fresh with the women," she said looking down. She felt guilty that she had allowed the man to finger her vagina.
"Honey, you're a beautiful woman. It's natural that men want to get friendly with you. You told me it happened in Charleston when you were a waitress there."
"Yes, but that was just verbal propositions. Mr. Johnson touches."
"He touched you?" Mike sat up.
"Yes, but I was told his brother is the police captain so who would I tell?"
"Where did he touch you?" Mike moved closer to her.
"My ass," she whispered. She didn't want to tell him that the man had spanked her. She saw the excitement in his eyes instead of anger. Her eyes quickly looked to the large bulge in his cotton shorts.
"So what? As long as it is just your ass."
Darla almost hit him with her purse. He was not pissed off another man touched her but was instead excited and was downplaying it. She smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "As long as it's OK with you it's OK with me." She stood and walked towards the bedroom.
"I was hoping we could you know....," he grinned.
"I worked my ass off today," she grinned back. "I need a hot bath."
"Lock the front door," Tim said to Jill with a grin. He remembered her deal with him that if he could get old man Johnson to stop spanking the new girl that she would do whatever he wanted. He had tried for some time to get closer to her but she had rebuke him saying that she had a steady boyfriend back at the high school.
"I.......I...didn't mean......anything," she said, nervously while locking the door. So far she had only jerked off and recently had intercourse with her much younger and smaller boyfriend.
Tim chuckled while she walked to the door. Her ass was a little big but her nice large round breasts more than compensated for it. It had been a while since he had fucked a teenager. "Let's go back into the lounge."
Jill thought about bailing out the front door and never coming back but she needed the job and she had more than once masturbated while imagining Tim between her meaty thighs. She turned off the roadway sign and the lights in the restaurant and then walked down the dim lit hallway to the small lounge. Tim was smiling and sitting back on the sofa.
Jill walked towards the chair but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto his lap. "Don't hurt me," she purred as his hand roamed down over her soft ass cheek. He lightly tapped it.
"So does the fat man spank all of you?" He asked while gently nibbling on her the soft nape of her neck.
"Yes," Jill whispered. His lips were sending chills down her spine.
"Are you naked when he does it?" He remembered seeing the new girl lying across Johnson's lap with her panties off and her red butt exposed. He lightly tapped her butt again.
"Nooo," she moaned. His lips were causing serious heat between her thighs. "He just pulls down.......our panties."
"Does he finger your pussy too?" He remembered seeing Johnson fingering the new girl's hole.
"Not me. He thinks I'm a virgin."
"Are you?"
Jill turned her head and looked into his masculine eyes. "No, but I was until two weeks ago."
He leaned his head forward and pecked on her soft lips. "Do you care if I fuck you?"
"I'm going steady," she giggled. His hand had moved down to her bare knee and was now moving up under the waitress uniform. Tim was almost as old as her father.
He pushed down between her sweaty thick thighs until he found the silk covered slit. She was dripping wet and ready for him. "Open up the buttons and show me what you've been teasing me with for the past two months."
Jill had not exposed her body for her boyfriend before. The two times they had intercourse it had been dark in the front seat of his pick-up truck out on a lonely dirt road. "I'm fat," she whispered.
He laughed as he pushed his finger under the moist panties and into her hairy gash. "I like my women with meat on their bones." Her eyes rolled back into their sockets as her legs opened widely to allow him access up into her tight pussy. "That feels......good." She moaned.
"Open your buttons," he said again. This time her trembling fingers popped the three buttons and pulled open the uniform. Her 40DD knockers popped outward still contained under the straining bra. His middle finger continued to rub across her thick clit as it pushed in and out of her honey pot.
"Remove your bra," he whispered.
Jill kept her eyes closed as she pushed the uniform off her shoulders and reached behind her to release the triple clasp bra. She pulled it from her shoulders and then down off her massive white orbs. Her huge nipples stuck out almost two inches.
"Damn," he said looking at the Dolly Parton clones. "I had no idea they were this big and beautiful." He leaned down and sucked in the long pink tip.
Jill lost it when her tit was being sucked. Her boyfriend had touched them but he had not suckled on her nipple. The finger in her pussy and his tongue dancing on her nip had her gasping for breath. "OH GOD!"
Tim knew she was ready and so was he. He lifted her bulk from his lap and as she stood before him pulled off her damp white panties. A pad of pubic hair rested above her swollen pussy lips. He guided her nakedness down onto the sofa and stood to undress.
Jill lay back with her legs spread open ready for him. She watched him remove his tee shirt and saw the many tattoos scattered about on his chest, shoulders and arms. Her eyes locked onto his bulge when he pushed down his jeans and briefs over his long but thin penis. It didn't look any thicker than her boyfriend's but it was almost three times as long. She bit her lower lip as he lowered his thin muscular body between her thighs and guided his missile into her launch pad.
"AHHHHHHHHHH," Jill moaned while his thin cock pushed deeper and deeper into her new womanhood. When he stopped she looked into his eyes. "You're filling me up."
"That's the idea," he grinned. It had been almost a month since he had his last piece of ass so he knew he would not be able to last very long. He fiddled with her swollen clit as he methodically fucked her brains out.
Jill had thought she had climaxed before but suddenly knew she was wrong. Her body was on fire and was about to explode. She hung onto his tattooed back when she climaxed. "OHHHHHHHH GODDDDD!" She felt his spunk fill her hole and ooze out as he continued to pump into her. Finally their bodies stopped moving.
"That was wonderful," she giggled. "Can we do it again?"
Tim laughed. "There will be more nights. What about your boyfriend? I thought you were going steady."
"Fuck him," Jill whispered. She didn't need him anymore.
Darla was nervous when she drove behind the restaurant to park the next day. She was to start at 11:00AM and work until 7:00PM but decided to arrive early so the big man wouldn't be mad and spank her again. Her ass was slightly bruised and her pride was seriously weakened by the previous day's affair. As bad as that was the part of having another man finger her pussy had turned her on whether she would admit it or not. Plus, the extra $100 in cash he gave her went straight to her secret piggy bank.
"She came back," Ronnie whispered to Lena as Darla walked into the door. "You owe me five bucks."
"Good morning," Darla smiled at Ronnie. "Where do you want me to work today?"
"Since its Tuesday it will be a little slow so why don't you do the inventory for me?" Ronnie said as she picked up a clipboard with a stack of papers clipped to it. "Come on back and I'll show you how to do it."
They moved to the time clock and Darla clocked in before walking past Mr. Johnson's office. "Is he in today?"
"He'll be in around noon," Ronnie answered. "How is your ass today?"
"Sore," She said. "I guess you heard that he spanked me for being rude to Darrell and Larry."
"He does it to all new girls so no matter what you did yesterday you were going to get a spanking. It gets his tiny little dick off." She laughed.
"Is.........is that all he does?" Darla asked as Ronnie led her down a long row of shelves filled with canned vegetables, mustard, and ketchup.
"Well...he does have a roaming finger." Ronnie turned and saw Darla blush. "So he fingered you too."
"Yes," Darla answered.
"I don't want to scare you away but he does like a few other things. Don't worry he's too fat to fuck you but he likes a hand job once in a while."
"Oh, I could never do that," Darla said. "I'm married."
Ronnie laughed. "So was I when I started here. In those days he would only give us ten dollars for a hand job. I hope you have figured it out by now that most of our earnings comes from keeping the big man happy."
"I have," Darla whispered. They moved to a back wall of paneling where Ronnie stopped and pulled out a large can of pickles.
"His office is on the other side of this wall. If you push on the paneling you can see into the room." Ronnie did so and Darla looked over her arm at the back of his desk.
"I don't understand," Darla said wondering why Ronnie would want to look at the other girls being mistreated.
"It's the only way we can keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't go too far. Yesterday I was watching when he exposed you. I could see you were ready to run for it."
They heard a door open and both peeked through the wall to see Richie waddle into the room. He moved to a picture of himself on the far wall and pulled it out to uncover a wall safe. He opened it and pulled out a huge stack of money.
"He makes a lot of money with gambling," Ronnie whispered. "On Saturday night after we close he sets up a high stacks poker game back here."
"Of course his brother knows all about it," Darla whispered.
"Yes, be careful with his brother Randy. He likes to do more than just touch and spank."
Richie took a stack of money, closed the safe and walked back to his chair. He picked up his phone.
"I better get back out front," Ronnie whispered. "Compare the list to what is on the shelves."
Darla watched her leave and started the inventory.
It was almost an hour later when Ronnie came back into the storeroom.
"I'm almost finished," Darla said.
"Shhh," Ronnie whispered. "Jason's wife just came in to see Richie. Jason has been out sick a lot the past month and Richie is threatening to fire him." She pushed on the wall and they watched the young very nervous woman walk in.
"Hello Penny," Richie grinned. "How is your husband today?"
"He........still feels pretty bad. He should not have come to work yesterday."
"Well, I've been a patient man but I need an employee who shows up for work," Richie said. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to let him go." He looked at her for a reaction.
"Please Mr. Johnson," she said clasping her fingers together. "We have a lot of medical bills and our rent is due." Tears flowed from her eyes.
Richie glanced at the tight jeans and loose sweatshirt she was wearing. "How much money do you need to get the bills up to date?"
Her sniffles stopped. "A lot. The rent is $450 and we owe $289.00 to the doctor."
He reached into his desk and pulled out the stack of money. "So if I was to loan you $800 would it help?"
"Mr. Johnson, I don't know what to say," she smiled as her tiny fingers wiped the tears from her face.
"That was nice," Darla whispered as they continued to peek though the opening.
Ronnie smiled. "Keep watching."
Richie counted out eight one-hundred dollar bills and handed them out to her. As she reached for the stack he pulled it back. "What's in it for me?"
Penny sat back. "We will repay you every cent."
"I'm sure you will but how about now?" He looked at her sweatshirt. "Maybe if you took off your sweatshirt I'll have more faith that you are serious."
Penny had told her husband she was going out for a while and had heard rumors about Richie Johnson taking advantage of the waitresses. So it didn't surprise her when he asked for her sweatshirt. "I'm only doing this because we need the money," she said looking down as she pulled the Game Cocks sweatshirt over her short dark hair. She placed it on the chair next to her and brushed back her hair. She proudly pushed out her powder blue semi-cup bra.
"Did you wear that just for me?" He laughed. His reputation had grown county wide. "How about those jeans now?"
A slight smile forced outward as she unsnapped the front, pushed down the zipper and lifted her hips to push the tight denim down her soft pink thighs. She folded them neatly and sat them on the sweatshirt. Again she sat back proudly. Except for a few stretch marks from the baby her body was back into its hard shape.
"Please stand and let me see the rear," he said leaning forward. He looked at the dark shadows of her small nipples and the thin darkness of her trimmed bush through the matching powder blue panties.
Penny did as he asked and tightened her butt cheeks for an improved effect. She knew it wasn't the only thing he was going to ask her to do. She slowly turned back around and saw his smile. She waited.
"The bra," he commanded.
Her fingers trembled as she released the front clasp and pulled the half cups from her pure white mounds. Her nipples were as hard as she could remember.
"I guess you want me to take these off too," she teased by putting her fingers in the waistband of her triangular blue panties.
He nodded and she pushed them down slowly over her damp folds and lower off her legs.
Although the temperature in his office was frigid her body was very hot. She turned again without him asking.
"Come here," he ordered. His eyes focused on the thin strip of curly tendrils carved above her pink slit.
Penny moved in front of his knees and waited.
"What's he going to do?" Darla whispered in Ronnie's ear.
"Who knows?" Ronnie answered.
"Turn around and bend forward," he said firmly.
Penny hesitated but then did as he said. She looked at the other wall and then lowered her top half until she was looking down at the floor. She knew he could see both her anus and her moist pussy.
"Spread the cheeks."
Again she hesitated until she remembered the money. Her fingers reached back to her hips and found the tight valley. She pulled the buttocks outward until her whole ass crack and her pussy was wide open.
"Back up."
She almost tripped as she tried to walk backwards while holding her ass open. She looked under her chest and stomach and saw his body only inches from her bare ass. Her eyes opened widely when she felt his hot breath blowing on her privates. Then she gasped when his fat tongue pushed between her cheeks and into her tiny anus. No one, not even Jason, had even touched her there and now this brute of a man had his tongue about three inches inside of her.
"Is he licking her vagina?" Darla asked Ronnie. They could only see the back of his head in front of her ass.
"I think it's a little higher," Ronnie said knowing Darla was completely grossed out.
"In her butt?"
"Yes, in her butt."
As Richie fucked her ass with his tongue his fingers pushed into her dripping pussy. She moaned as he continued to violate her two holes.
Penny had thought it would be sickening having this man have his way with her but he was doing something so naughty and nasty that it was exciting. Her sex life with Jason had dwindled to maybe once per month since the baby was born last year. All she knew right then was that his fingers were quickly bringing her off. "Mr. Johnson, I'm going to cum." She said feeling the igniter about to blow the powder keg.
He slowed down and heard her groan of dissatisfaction. He licked and rubbed some more until her ass was fucking back against his face. It was then that she climaxed. "OH YESSSS!!! NOW!!!!" Penny climaxed and felt her legs turn to jelly. Her body twisted until it fell into a pretzel at his feet.
Both Ronnie and Darla stared at the silent room for almost a minute. "I forgot to tell you he has a hot tongue." Ronnie whispered. "We better get out front." They moved the can of pickles back and headed out the front. Darla was waiting on a customer when Penny walked out of the back smiling.
"You must be Darla," Penny smiled. "Jason mentioned you started yesterday."
"Yes," Darla said. "And you are Penny."
"Yes, I will be helping you on the weekends to help pay for some loans," Penny said.
"Good," Darla grinned. She wanted to find out just how good the big man's tongue was without the real thing.
Darla made it thought the late lunch period without any problems and was starting to feel good about the job until the door opened and Larry and his brother Darrell walked in. They looked around to see which section she was working and headed her way. Darla was taking another couples order when she felt something brush against her ass. She knew it was one of the red-necks but didn't flinch. A few minutes later she walked to their booth which was in the rear corner.
"May I take your order?" She asked with the pen touching the order booklet.
"I order you to sit down here next to me," Darrell chuckled. To his surprise she did.
"Now may I write down what you would like?" She smiled. Except for the fuzzy unshaven faces the two good ol' boys were not bad looking.
"A burger and fries," Darrell said while placing his hand on her thigh just under the short uniform. He expected her to pull it away but she left it there.
"Anything to drink?" She asked. His hand was strong and his fingers rough as he squeezed her tender thigh.
"A coke," he grinned while moving his hand under her uniform. Again she pretended it wasn't happening.
She wrote down the drink order and looked at a surprised Larry. "What would you like?" Darrell's fingers were now brushing against the elastic of her new yellow panties.
"I'd like for you to come over here," he said realizing his brother was getting the free feels.
Darla looked at Darrell whose fingers were now pressing into her silk-covered pussy lips. "Sorry but I must go over there," she giggled as she slid out of her seat and sat next to the other brother. Her uniform was now bunched up high on her thighs. "Go ahead," she smiled as she pushed her leg sideways until it touched his. His rough fingers quickly took over and didn't waste any time touching her leg. His middle finger pushed her panties about an inch into her dripping hole.
"Meatloaf and mash potatoes," he whispered. Of all the waitresses they had harassed at Richie's she was definitely the finest. "And, a coke."
She gasped when he touched over her swollen clit but kept writing. "Maybe later you two will want desert." She smiled as she pushed out of the bench seat and stood pushing down her uniform. As she walked to the kitchen to put in the order she saw Richie looking through the small window. He moved aside while she walked in. "Hello Mr. Johnson."
"Well Hello Darla," the big man said as he cupped her ass. "I'm glad to see you have learned how to take care of my best customers."
Darla giggled and moved away. "My butt is still a little sore," she whispered. She thought about how Richie had pleasured Jason's wife with his tongue.
"Maybe I should put some more cream on it," he whispered back.
"OK," she smiled. "My next break is at 3:00PM." She walked over to the table and clipped the brother's orders to the clip board.
Ten minutes later she carried the food to Darrell and Larry. As she leaned over to push the dishes back to them both of them touched one of her legs. She let their fingers worm up to her panties again until she moved back. "You better eat your food or it will get cold." She had learned to play the game however it was making her extremely horny.
Ronnie had seen what was going on so when she met Darla at the cash register later she whispered, "Be careful teasing those two."
"Who said I was teasing?" Darla whispered back. If it made the big man happy it meant she would probably get more bonuses.
A few minutes later Darla almost had to eat those words because the brothers put her to the test. They had both ordered cherry pies and when she brought the pies over Darrell pulled her down next to him again. She figured he wanted to rub her panties again and didn't fight as he pulled her back into the booth which prevented anyone else, but Larry, to see them.
Darla felt his hand touch her leg but instead of moving under her uniform he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand over to his lap. She felt his hard-on under his jeans. Since she had not touched another man's member besides her husbands she was excited and wondered how big he was.
"Do me while I eat my pie," he whispered.
Darla looked over at a smiling Larry and knew he was next. She squeezed the stiff rod and moved her fingers down to the tip. He was about the same size as her husband but seemed to be a lot thicker.
She figured she would be able to get him off just like that however she heard the zipper and felt it being lowered. Her hand moved away as he fished it out. He smiled and returned his hands to the task of eating his pie. Darla's fingers trembled as they moved back over his lap until they touched his hot penis. Her fingers opened and wrapped around it. As she stroked it she looked at Larry. "Why don't you come over here next to me?'
Larry never moved so fast. He was sitting next to her with his bare dick sticking upward before she was able to turn to grab his hard-on. The blow hard boys lasted less than a minute as Darrell's cream shot upward first and Larry's only seconds behind. She grabbed Darrell's napkin and wiped her hands off. "Excuse me I have other customers."
Larry pushed his spent dick back in his jeans and moved out to let her out of the booth. "I hope you boys like your pie," she giggled as she headed to the restroom to wash her hands.
The restaurant was almost empty at 3:00PM when Darla knocked on the big man's office door. "Come in," he said.
"It's my break time sir," Darla smiled as she walked in and up to his chair.
"Yes and I have the cream right here," Richie grinned. "Why don't you get undressed for me?"
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