Hardcore Waitress3 – Scene 4
Title: “Sordid Servings: A Waitress’s Gangbang_menu_”
In the bustling heart of downtown, there lay a quaint little diner, a beacon for opportunistic prowlers seeking more than just a quick meal. It was here that parade’s of plaid and apron-clad girls toiled away, serving up steamy hot plates of life’s darkest debaucheries alongside heaping piles of perfectly crisp fries.
Meet Lacy, a new recruit, woefully unaware of her new place of employment’s true charms. Blonde and advantageous, hips swaying hypnotically as she flitted between tables armed with coffee carafes and seductive smiles. The men she served threw her greedy glances, the signal for a sportsman’s hunt about to commence.
Suddenly, an old timer at the counter called her over. His thick eyebrows danced suggestively as he invited her to his Soon to beamps with the promise of a generous tip. Lacy, naive ingénue that she was, followed willingly, unaware that her waitressing days were numbered.
Behind closed doors, the true nature of the diner shirts off-chic revealed itself in all its perverse glory. Lacy found herself sandwiched between a trio of jailbait pests, their hands roaming her nubile body. Hot, hungry mouths descended upon her exposed breasts as she struggled reflexively in their comtilde grasp.
Yet, as the minutes passed and the men’s carnal desires overcame her feeble protests, Lacy felt a familiar heat blossoming between her thighs. She surrendered to it, her hands stroking the burgeoning erections before her. The first cock to breach her virgin folds was a revelation – thick and pulsing, a plug that fit her dripping cunt like a missing piece.
The old man watched with a smug grin as his new mistress lubricated each of the hard cocks with her nymph’s secretions before stuffing them deep into her willing throat, delighting at her look of shock turning to one of bliss as she learned their girth first-handedly.
Soon, the whole diner was afflicted, each table occupied by a rotating Nietzsche of hand heaving jocks, a chorus of pleasured moans and the wet sucking sounds of cocks and cunts entwined permeating the air. Lacy became a prodigiously Ken doll in the sexual affront taking place, her holes used in all manner of depraved combination.
Lacy’s humiliation was complete when the old man demanded she strip naked, flipping her sideways on his desk top, roped to his head while he fucked her from behind. That stickiness that came from her dripping holes, filling his mouth, his beard matted with her cum as she came over his tongue. His cum shoot hard stream of hot jism, splattering against her fluffy pink anus.
That night, the diner closed a little later than usual as the final pair of jocks finally saluted, satisfied both their cravings for greased meat and flesh. Lacy limped out on wobbly legs, glowing and gapped with pride, her waitressing days behind her. The old man smiled, knowing he had initiated a very special girl. Just as he let her pass, he added “See you tomorrow, babe”. Lacy nods. “Oh, you’ll be seeing me… around.”
