Chapter 38: Enjoying the Waitress on Valentine’s Day

Jake Carter – Day One Hundred and Fifty-Two
It was a week from Valentine’s Day, and I had done what I did for every other Valentine’s Day: booked a reservation at our favorite restaurant, La Mer. Only ... I had no idea if my wife would actually want to go out with me.

She had all but ignored me since my son started using her.

And now she was a lesbian.

It was all so strange.

She was five months pregnant with our son’s baby, her belly round. But, well, we were still married. And it was our tradition. Twenty years, so, I should do it. I headed up to her room and knocked on the door.

“Enter!” she called, her voice throaty.

I opened the door and froze. She was kneeling on her bed, her breasts lifted up in a black leather bra that left her nipples bare. She had on leather, thigh-high boots. Her pregnant belly thrust out over the rump of Marissa, the Black girl that Tony gave Abigail for Christmas. The girl had her hands bound behind her back, a gag in her mouth as my wife used her.

My wife’s round, ivory stomach resting on the girl’s ebony rump was ... exciting.

She drew back her hips, reveling a pink dildo drenched in Marissa’s cunt juices. My wife slammed back into her cunt and made her squeal. She gasped out in delight, her boobs bouncing and jiggling. Those slapped together as she pumped away at the girl.

“What do you want, Jake?” she asked as she fucked the girl. “My little slut needs a cum.”

“Oh, er, right,” I said. “Um, Valentine’s in a week, and I got us reservations at La Mer. You know, for our normal dinner.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, smiling. “I hope you remember the flowers this year.”

My cheeks burned hot. “I mean, so we’re going?”

“We are married,” she said, thrusting away at the slut. “Oh, oh, yes, I’m going to cum so hard! Mmm, if there’s nothing else, Jake, I really have to attend to this little slut! She’s making my pussy so wet!”

“Er, no,” I said. “Just ... Glad we can go out together.”

I closed the door, blinking. My wife was a different person. A lesbian. I don’t know how that happened. Was it my fault? I tried to be a good husband. I was bewildered as I came downstairs and found my eldest daughter heading up, her naked tits bouncing, her nipples pierced by gold rings.

“Tony’s Bitch” was tattooed over her hard.

“Hey, Daddy,” she said, glancing down at my shorts. I didn’t go around the mansion naked like everyone else is. “Need some relief?”

My cock was hard. “Just watching your mother fucking her new toy.”

“Mmm, she’s so pregnant,” Bitch said ruefully while rubbing at her belly. I hardly even thought of her real name, Barbie. Tony used her as Bitch, and that was just how it is. Bitch smiled at me. “So, if you need some relief, Daddy?”

“I do,” I said. “I’m going out with your mother for Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s great, Daddy,” she said, sinking down onto her knees on the steps before me. She yanked down my shorts. “Mmm, I got you, Daddy.”

She pulled my cock to her lips and swallowed the tip. I groaned at the incestuous sucking of my eldest daughter. She worked her mouth on me. I groaned as she bobbed her head. She suckled with such passion. It was such a great moment to have her blowing me. I groaned, loving the warmth of her mouth around my dick.

Her tongue stroked around me. I shuddered, my nuts twitching. I loved the way she blew me. It was incredible. She suckled and slurped on me. I ran my finger through her blonde hair. She had her mother’s eyes. Her mother’s looks.

She loved cock, though, so that was where Bitch differed.

She suckled on my cock with passion. She nursed on me with all that she had. I groaned, savoring the pleasure of that hot mouth on my dick. She worked her lips up and down my rod. It was incredible. I savored every second of her blowing me.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Bitch!”

She winked at me as she suckled. She nursed on me with all that she had. It was just a wild moment to have her nursing on me. She suckled and slurped on me with all that she had. My nuts twitched on as she suckled on me.

“Damn, damn, damn, you’re such a good slut, Bitch!” I groaned. “Just love being used by your brother. By me!”

She nodded.

Her tongue stroked around my cock. She fluttered about me. I rose toward my climax. I wanted to dump all that I had into her mouth. She suckled and slurped on me. I smiled at the pleasure of this moment. It was an incredible moment.

I rushed toward the bursting point. She bobbed her head, her blue eyes staring up at me with such lust in them. She suckled on me with that hot mouth. I groaned, my balls twitching with the delight of her hot mouth. I had such a wicked daughter.

“Bitch!” I groaned. “Shit, you’re such a whore, bitch!”

I erupted.

My cum spurted into her mouth. She closed her eyes and gulped down my cum. The pleasure shot through me. I groaned, savoring that pleasure crashing into my mint. I loved the ecstasy. It was fantastic. I filled her mouth up with all that cum.

“Shit shit, shit!” I moaned.

She swallowed every last drop of my cum. I groaned with each eruption of cum. I filled her mouth to the brim with my spunk. She suckled it down with such passion. I erupted into her mouth one last time. It was so good.

“Damn, damn, damn,” I panted. “Thanks, Bitch!”

She popped her mouth off my cock and said, “Of course, Daddy!”

Tony Carter – Day One Hundred and Fifty-Eight
Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to make sure the place I took Jenny was perfect.

The Bourbon Street Steakhouse was the best restaurant in the area.

Mrs. Charleston swore by its quality and its expense. Her husband took her here.

I had Mrs. Charleston with me wearing a fur coat and nothing else. I had a golden leash attached to a while collar about her throat. She strode behind me on her heels. The sun was out. It was almost 60 degrees out. False springs were common in February around here.

I entered the store in my trench coat. Mrs. Charleston had her husband’s credit card here.

“We don’t open for another hour, sir,” said the maître d’. He had a mustache and was dressed in a gray dress shirt with a black tie.

“I’m going to use this place,” I said. “Tomorrow evening, I’m going to rent out the place. Cancel all your Valentine’s Day reservations. Tell them, I’m using the restaurant and that the woman should just make her man a nice home-cooked meal, suck his dick, and ride his cock like a whore.”

“Of course, sir,” the man said.

“Now, let me see your female wait staff naked,” I said. “I want to pick the five that will be serving me tomorrow night.”

“Right away, sir,” he said and stepped away.

I watched as he was gathering up the waitresses. There were seven of them. They were all nodding and stripping. They wore black slacks and white dress shirts with black ties. No, that would not do at all. They were getting naked, though.

I smiled as they were all taking off their blouses. Their bras. They slipped off their shoes and took off their pants. They had nice, round tits. I was impressed with them. Seven gorgeous, young women. Mrs. Charleston purred in delight.

The seven young women were gorgeous. They all had nice bodies. Round tits. Big smiles. It was hard to pick the five I wanted. I glanced at their pussies. Some had bushes. They could shave those off, so I wasn’t judging them.

It was hard.

“Um, the blonde, the Black girl, the redhead, the Hispanic girl, and the brunette,” I said, making my decision. That left a black-haired girl and a girl with pink hair. That just didn’t work. I wanted natural. “You five, be here wearing black thigh-highs, heels, white half-aprons and those black ties dangling between your tits. I want you shaved, too. No bush covering your pussies. Landing strips or triangles or tufts on your pubic mound are fine. You can get dressed.”

“Yes, sir,” those five said.

I glanced at the other two. “You,” I said, pointing at the pink-haired girl, “I’ll use you right now since you couldn’t be picked. And you...” I pointed at the black-haired girl, “my slave is going to eat you out.”

“I will,” cooed Mrs. Charleston as she swept forward and dropped to her knees before the Black girl. “Mmm, I’ll make you cum.”

She buried her face into the raven-haired waitress’s cunt and munched on her. The woman shuddered, throwing her head back. The pink-haired cutie darted over to me. She had a short bob of hair, another thing that I didn’t like.

Women should have long hair. They were at their most beautiful with flowing tresses.

The pink-haired slut trembled before me, her eyes burning so hot. I wanted to just bend her over, so I did. I spun her around and shoved her against the table. She gasped as she bent over it, knocking over a wine glass. I lined my cock up at her shaved pussy and thrust into her juicy cunt.

“Oh, oh, Sir!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, use me! I’m so glad to be used!”

I smiled at her as I gripped her hips and pumped away at her cunt. Tomorrow had to be perfect. I was proposing to Jenny. I loved the slut’s hot twat around my dick as I used her. She gasped and moaned, her passion mixing with the other waitress’s.

I watched the raven-haired slut grinding her thick bush onto Mrs. Charleston’s face. The trophy wife devoured that cunt with eagerness, gripping the slut’s asscheeks. I loved it. I fucked the pink-haired waitress with passion, slamming into her.

“Oh, oh, Sir!” gasped the girl. “Oh, my, yes!”

I loved those gasps and moans as I fucked her. I buried into her cunt. I fucked her good and hard. It was just so great to pound into her with all that I had. She gripped my cock with that hot flesh, swelling the pressure in my nuts.

I churned her up, using her. I loved my power to use any woman I could. They were all my sluts. I slammed into her, watching her butt-cheeks jiggle. She gripped my cock with her hot twat. I slammed to the hilt in her.