Dirk and the Waitress

 (Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

It had been a long day on the road, and Dirk was tired.  He’d been in the saddle for the better part of 10 hours, riding back to his home after attending the Charter Presentation ceremony for a new chapter of his MC.  Unfortunately, the new chapter was two states over, but Dirk was retired and didn’t have anything else to do, so because of that and his dedication to his MC he jumped on the bike and rode to the ceremony.  The after-ceremony party had lasted until the wee hours of the morning, and Dirk had managed to grab a couple hours of sleep in the clubhouse before hitting the road.  Now, ten hours and nearly 700 miles later he was dog-tired and ready for a shower, a meal, and a soft bed.  He kept his eyes open for an exit that looked like it led to a small town; he much preferred small towns to big cities, and it wasn’t long before he saw an exit that looked promising.  He took the exit and then turned right at the end of it, following the signs to what turned out to be a small town called Bent Creek.

“Yeah, if ever there was a small town around here, this has got to be it!” he said to himself as he turned the bike to the right and opened the throttle, the loud pipes of his bike thundering.  The town was only two more miles down the road, and it looked exactly like Dirk thought a small town should.  It reminded him of the small town where he had met Pat, the lady farmer a few years ago, and the memory of that road trip brought a smile to his face.  Pat was a real ball of fire, and just the thought of her brought a smile to his face.

‘I really should get back that way again sometime soon!’ he thought to himself as he rode his bike down the main street of the town.  It was nearly 7PM when he pulled up and parked in front of the only hotel in town, the thunder of his pipes reverberating off of the buildings on either side of the street.  He turned off the bike and put the kick stand down, then got off and stretched.  After he had worked some of the kinks out of his body he walked up to the door of the hotel, opened it and went inside.  The clerk behind the counter was the only person in the lobby, and he looked up at Dirk and smiled.  Dirk expected a somewhat hostile greeting from the clerk because of his club colors he was wearing, but to his pleasant surprise he didn’t get one.

“Good afternoon, sir, and welcome to ‘The Retreat!’” the clerk said, his smile never faltering.

“Thank you,” Dirk said, returning his smile.  “I’d like a room for the night, please.”

“Very good, sir, we have plenty of rooms available.  Would you like something on the ground floor?” he asked, and Dirk nodded.

“That’d be great, yes,” he said.  The clerk reached under the counter and produced a check-in slip and a pen, sliding them over to Dirk as he spoke.

“Just fill this out, please, and I’ll get you all set up,” he said.

“Where’s a good place to grab something to eat?” he asked as he filled out the form.

“That’d be the Queen Bee Diner,” the clerk said.  “Only place open this time of night on a Sunday.”

“As long as the food is good, I don’t care,” Dirk replied, putting the pen down and looking at the clerk.

“The food is good, sure,” the clerk said, a smile crossing his face, “but the view is even better!”

“The view?” Dirk said, giving the clerk a quizzical look.

“You’ll see once you get there!” the clerk replied.  He turned and took a key down from the hook rack behind him and handed it to Dirk.  “Here you go, sir, Room 117.  It’s facing the street so you can keep an eye on your bike.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that,” Dirk said, taking the key.  “Where is this diner located?” he asked.

“Take a right out of the parking lot, go down two blocks, take another right and it’s on the left,” the clerk replied.

“Thanks again,” Dirk said, turning to walk back out to his bike and get his gear.  Ten minutes later he was in his room and in the shower, letting the hot water run over his body.  The hot water felt good on his sore muscles, so he took his time in the shower.  By the time he finished and was dressed in clean, fresh clothes it was close to eight o’clock.  He went out to the parking lot and cranked up his bike, then rode out of the parking lot, turning right and following the clerk’s directions.

It only took about five minutes to find the diner.  It looked exactly like you would expect a diner to look – it was a chrome, old-style passenger train car that had been converted to a diner, and if Dirk had to guess he would have guessed the diner to be about fifty years old.  But it was very well-kept, and after parking his bike in the empty front parking lot he went inside, the bell over the door jingling as he entered.  The diner was empty of patrons, so he had his pick of where to sit.  He walked down to about the middle of the diner before sitting down in a booth, and a few seconds later the waitress came out from the back.  It was then that Dirk understood what the hotel clerk had meant about the view being better than the food.

The waitress was a stunning brunette with short, slightly wavy hair so dark it was almost black.  She was about five feet five inches tall with a round, very cute face with high cheekbones above a pair of soft, pouty lips.  She was wearing a coral blue waitress uniform with the skirt stopping at mid-thigh, the uniform hugging every curve of her slender, obviously very fit body.  There was a short white lace-trimmed apron tied around her waist, and a white name tag on her breast that read “Charlotte.”  She was wearing white nylons and three-inch heels that matched her uniform to complete her outfit.  If Dirk had to guess about her weight he would have guessed she weighed around 120 pounds at the most, and it was very easy to see where at least twenty pounds of that weight was.

Charlotte had the biggest pair of tits Dirk had seen in a very long time.  They were bigger than big, they were absolutely huge!  Round and full, standing out proudly from her chest and straining against the fabric of the dress she was wearing.  The first three buttons of the dress were open, showing about a mile of cleavage and letting him see the tops of her breasts bouncing as she walked towards him.  The smile on her face was almost as big as her tits, and Dirk could feel his dick stirring in his pants at the sight of the sexy woman walking towards him.

“Well, hello, stranger!” Charlotte said, stopping next to the booth where Dirk was sitting.  “What can I get for you?” she asked, smiling down at him, an order pad in one hand and a pen in the other.  It took all of his concentration not to stare at the huge twin mounds of breast flesh right in front of him, but he managed to look at her eyes instead as he replied.

“A nice, cold soda would be good for starters,” Dirk said, and Charlotte made note of it on her pad.  “Is your kitchen still open?  I know it’s late on a Sunday night and all,” he said.

“I’m sorry, no, the kitchen closed at seven,” she said, “so all we have are drinks and desserts.  But I tell you what,” she said, putting her hands on her hips as she spoke, “if you’re really hungry I can go into the kitchen and make you a meat loaf sandwich.  We have some meat loaf left over from the special today, and it’d be no problem for me to make a sandwich for you,” she said, smiling down at him.

“I’d like that very much,” Dirk replied, returning her smile.  “But can’t the cook make it?  Why do you have to do it?” he asked, curious.

“The cook went home at seven when the kitchen closed,” Charlotte replied.  “Right now I’m the only one here, and I usually close at eight on Sunday nights.  But the clerk at the hotel called me and told me you’d be heading this way, so I stayed here to wait for you,” she explained.

“That was very thoughtful of you, Charlotte, I truly appreciate that,” Dirk said, looking into her dark brown eyes.  “I’ll have to make sure I tell the owner about your over-the-top hospitality!”

“You just did,” she replied, her smile getting bigger.  “I’m the owner, and it’s my pleasure to take care of you!”

“Well, I truly appreciate it, Charlotte, I really do,” Dirk replied.  “Thank you very much!”

“It’s my pleasure, Mister…so what’s your name, anyway?  ‘High Side?’ Is that it?” she said, pointing to the road name patch on his vest.

“That’s my road name,” Dirk replied, “my friends call me ‘Dirk’.  And you can drop the ‘mister’ part, too.  Call me either ‘Dirk’ or ‘High Side,’ whichever makes you happy.”

“Well, it’s my pleasure to serve you, Dirk!  Now let me go make that sandwich for you.  What would you like to drink with it?” she asked, bringing the pad up again.

“A coke would be great, but a beer would be even better!” he said, giving her a sly smile.  She laughed as she replied.

“Don’t you wish!  Even if it weren’t Sunday that couldn’t happen as I don’t have a liquor license for this place,” she said, grinning down at him, “so I guess you’re stuck with a coke!”

“Works for me,” Dirk said.

“Let me go get you that coke, and then I’ll go make your sandwich,” Charlotte said.  Then she turned and walked away, treating Dirk to a view of her tight, rounded ass cheeks flexing under the tight skirt as she walked over to the counter.  Once there she went behind it, got a glass from the rack, put some ice in it, filled it with soda, and brought it over to where Dirk sat – giving him another view of her spectacular rack in the process as she bent down to put the glass and straw on the table.

“Here you go, Dirk,” she said, smiling at him.  “I’ll be right back with your sandwich!” she said, then turned and walked away, giving him another view of her ass.

“Holy shit!” Dirk said to himself, a smile crossing his face.  “Small towns – gotta love ‘em!”

Charlotte came back a few minutes later with a platter in her hands, and once again Dirk’s eyes were drawn to the undulating tops of her breasts visible in the open top of her dress.

“Here we are, one meatloaf sandwich!” she said, stopping next to his table.  She bent down to put the platter on the table in front of him, giving Dirk another generous view of her spectacular cleavage.  When he could tear his eyes away from Charlotte’s huge breasts and monumental cleavage, he saw the meat loaf sandwich on the platter and was impressed with what he saw.  There was a thick slab of meat loaf sitting between two equally thick slices of obviously homemade bread, and he could see the edges of a couple of slices of pepper jack cheese peeking out from the sides.  There was a big portion of chips sitting on the platter next to the sandwich, and Dirk’s mouth began to water as he looked at the food sitting in front of him.

“Wow, that looks great!” Dirk said, looking up at Charlotte who had straightened up by now and was standing there with her hands on her hips.  “And is that pepper jack cheese I see in there?” he asked.

“It most certainly is!” she replied, grinning at him.  “I took you for a spicy food kind of guy, so I put a couple of slices of pepper jack on the sandwich for you.  Am I right?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

‘My God, but those tits are fuckin’ huge!’ Dirk thought to himself, his eyes drifting to her chest for a moment before he caught himself.  The smile that he saw on Charlotte’s face told him that she had noticed, and wasn’t upset about it.

“Yep, you’re right,” he replied, picking up the sandwich.  “I love spicy foods, and I love meat loaf sandwiches, too.  And I have a feeling that this one is going to be great!” he said, bringing the sandwich up to his mouth as he spoke.

“Well, I’ll leave you alone to eat your sandwich, then!” Charlotte said, her teeth white as she smiled.  “I’ll come back and check on you in a couple of minutes; I have some things to do in the back to close up for the night.  And I’m going to lock the front door, too, okay?” she asked, pointing towards the door.

“That’s fine, Charlotte, do what you have to do,” he replied.  He picked up the sandwich and took a bite as she walked over to the door and locked it, then turned and walked into the back of the diner. 

The sandwich was very good, just as good as it looked, and it made Dirk realize just how hungry he was.  He made short work of the sandwich and chips, and just as he was finishing up Charlotte came out from the back and walked over to his booth.  She slid into the booth across from him, smiling at him as she leaned forward and rested her forearms on the table, one on top of the other.  Her huge breasts were also resting on the table, pushing her cleavage up and making it even more inviting than it already was.  Of course Dirk noticed this, and he had a feeling that was her intention all along.

And wasn’t there another button opened on her dress now?  Dirk could have sworn that there were only three open before, but now there were four – and Dirk got a glimpse of the white lacy bra she was wearing under her dress.  When Dirk lifted his eyes up from her cleavage and looked at her face he saw that she was grinning at him, her eyes sparkling.

“So how do you like it?” she said, still grinning at him.

“What?” Dirk replied, uncharacteristically caught off-guard.

“The sandwich; how do you like it?” she said, nodding at the empty platter in front of him.

“Oh, the sandwich!  It was good, really good!  Great, actually, the best I’ve ever tasted!” Dirk replied, trying to regain his composure and failing.  Charlotte laughed as she replied.

“Of course, the sandwich!  What did you think I was talking about?” she said, teasing him.  “Did you save room for dessert?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes that Dirk noticed right away.

‘Okay, Charlotte, I’ll play!’ Dirk thought to himself.

“That all depends,” he replied, returning her grin.

“On what?” she asked.

“On what’s on the menu,” he said.

“May I make a recommendation?” she asked, playing right along with him.

“Absolutely,” Dirk said.  “It’s your diner, after all.”

“I recommend the cream pie,” Charlotte said, her voice dropping a little.

“You do, huh?” Dirk asked, feeling a stirring in his jeans.

“I do,” Charlotte replied, leaning over a little and pushing her cleavage up higher for him to see.  “But this is a special dessert, you know,” she said, turning up the heat a notch.

“How is that?” Dirk asked, leaning over as well and playing along.

“It’s special in two ways; first, it’s not a dessert that’s offered to just anybody,” she said, looking into his eyes as she spoke.  “It’s a special dessert only offered to very special customers.  And the other way it’s special is that it’s not a dessert that I give to you; it’s a dessert that you give to me.”  She paused for a moment to let that sink in, and when she spoke again her voice was a low, throaty whisper that Dirk found sexy as hell.

“Would you like to give me a cream pie, Dirk?” she asked, the desire burning in her eyes.

“Oh, yeah,” Dirk replied, his voice low.  “I’d like that very much!”

“Good!  I was hoping you’d say that!” Charlotte said, a big smile on her face.  “Let me turn off the outside sign and close the blinds first,” she said, getting up from the booth.

“I have a hotel room just down the road, you know,” Dirk said, watching her ass flexing as she walked over to the light panel behind the counter.  “Don’t you think we’d be more comfortable there?”

“I’m sure we would,” Charlotte said, smiling as she flipped the switches to turn off the sign and outside lights, “but I’m also sure that Marvin, the clerk at the hotel, would waste absolutely no time in calling my husband to tell him what he saw should he see me go into your room.  And I can’t have that,” she said, flipping another switch on a smaller panel next to the first one.  The blinds at the tops of all the windows started to close, sliding down with a soft hum. 

“No, I don’t guess you can,” he said, nodding his head slightly.  She walked around the counter and back over to the booth, her huge breasts bouncing as she walked.  She stopped in front of him and looked down at him as she spoke again.

“My husband knew I was a hopeless cum slut when he married me, and as long as I’m discreet and he doesn’t have to hear about it from every Tom, Dick, and Harry in town he’s okay with it,” she explained, slowly unbuttoning the front of her dress as she spoke, never taking her eyes from Dirk’s.  When the dress was unbuttoned she pulled the sides apart, revealing her huge breasts in a white, lacy bra to him. 

“So what about you, Dirk?” she asked, her voice breathless as she cupped her huge tits in her bra.  “Are you okay with fucking a married woman?” she said, her mouth turned up in a smile.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he said, returning her smile. 

“Nor the last, I would imagine,” she said, reaching into the cups of her bra one at a time and pulling the huge mounds of her breasts free, folding the cups of the bra under them and presenting them to Dirk.  The nipples were hard and erect, pink and firm, standing up proudly from the center of two small pale areolas.  Charlotte cupped her huge tits in her hands, holding them up to him and pulling on the nipples before stepping forward.  Dirk turned sideways in the booth to meet her, and as he turned she reached out and took Dirk’s head in her hands, pulling it into the valley between her huge tits and holding it there.

Dirk’s hands immediately went up to her breasts, gripping them firmly and squeezing them, then tugging on the nipples as he moved his face from her cleavage to the nipple of her right breast.  Charlotte gasped and moaned as he clamped his lips around the hard nub, sucking it into his mouth as he flicked his tongue over it.  She pushed his head into her breast as he sucked on her nipple, cutting off his air for a few moments until she eased the pressure of her hand on the back of his head.

“Oh, my God, that feels so good!” she moaned, rolling her head back and closing her eyes as Dirk moved to her other breast to repeat the process.  He slid his hand down her flat stomach and along the outer part of her thigh before turning his hand and sliding it up her inner thigh to her mound.  She moaned again as he cupped her mound in his hand, the heat emanating through the silk of the panties she was wearing.  Her panties were already damp, and as Dirk rubbed her pussy through her panties he could smell the first beginnings of her musk in the air.  Charlotte bucked and thrust her hips towards him, gasping when he slipped a finger past her panties and into her wet pussy.

“AAHH!!  MMMMM!!” she gasped and moaned as Dirk’s finger slid deeper into her tunnel, his lips clamped around her nipple, sucking on it firmly while he squeezed her other breast with his free hand.  Dirk could feel his cock getting hard, shifting and growing in his jeans as he worked her over, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be long before he was going to have to stand up to give his cock the room it needed to grow to its full length.

Charlotte’s pussy was tight and wet, and getting wetter by the minute.  To Dirk’s pleasant surprise he felt her clamp down on his fingers with her inner muscles as he slid two fingers slowly in and out of her wet pussy, her muscles squeezing his fingers as they moved inside her.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” she moaned, pushing Dirk’s face into her big breast again as he slowly finger-fucked her, making her squeal and jump when he flicked his thumb over the hard nub of her clit.

“NGH!” she grunted as the shock waves of pleasure shot through her body like an electric jolt.  She put her hands on the sides of Dirk’s face and pulled his head away from her bosom, looking down at him as he looked up at her.

“I have got to suck your cock, Dirk, and I’ve got to suck it right now!” she said.  Dirk could tell by the look in her eyes that she had a serious need for a mouthful of his cock, and before he could do or say anything she dropped to her knees in front of him.  She grabbed his knees and spread them apart, moving in between them as she worked at the zipper on his jeans.  Dirk slid right to the edge of the booth’s seat, bracing himself with one arm on the back of the booth and the other over the table, hanging on to the edge for support.  Charlotte got his jeans open in a flash, immediately reaching inside his jeans and boxer shorts and grabbing his semi-erect cock in her hand, gripping it firmly.  She pulled it free and gasped slightly as she got her first look at it. 

“Beautiful, simply beautiful!” she said, looking up at Dirk and smiling.  “And I bet it tastes as good as it looks, too!”

“Only one way to find out,” Dirk replied, returning her smile.

Without another word Charlotte lowered her head and engulfed the head of Dirk’s cock, immediately clamping her lips around it and sucking hard.  She slid her mouth up and down the first three inches of his cock, quickly sucking him to full hardness, and once he was completely hard she got serious.  Keeping his cock in her mouth she grabbed the sides of his fly with both hands and pulled them apart, reaching inside his shorts and pulling out his smooth-shaven balls as well.  Once his cock was free and clear of his jeans she began deep-throating him, taking his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat in long, even strokes.  The room was filled with the slurping sounds of her sucking his cock, and the aroma of her musk hung heavy in the air.

Dirk sat there and watched Charlotte’s head bobbing up and down as she sucked his cock, marveling at her technique.  He was positive that if he let her continue unabated she’d be swallowing his cum in a matter of minutes, but that’s not what either of them had in mind.  She slid her mouth up and down on his cock a few more times, then grabbed it with her hand and pumped it firmly as she slipped his cock from her mouth to speak.

“As much as I’d love to suck the cum out of you and swallow every drop, I want to feel this big, hard cock in my pussy more,” she said, looking up at him and pumping his cock as she spoke.  She looked down at his cock in her hand as she continued.

“I want to feel it sliding in and out of my wet pussy, deeper and deeper, and then I want to feel it pumping inside me as it fills me up with your cum!” she said, looking intently at his cock as she spoke.  Then she looked up at Dirk and spoke again.

“Fuck me, Dirk!” she said, her voice breathless with desire.  “Bend me over the table, grab me by the hips, shove this big, hard cock into my tight little pussy and fuck me until you cum inside me!” she said, still pumping his cock. 

“Your wish is my command!” Dirk said, getting up from the bench.  Charlotte released her grip on his cock as he stood up, and before she could get up on her own Dirk reached down and grabbed her by the upper arms, pulling her to her feet.  He immediately spun her around so that she was facing the table, then pulled her tight dress up over her hips.  She grabbed the sides of her thong panties and pulled them down over her hips, letting them drop to the floor and stepping out of them with one foot.  She didn’t have time to free them from her ankle before Dirk put one hand on her hip and pushed her over with the other, bending her over the table.

“OH!” Charlotte gasped, her hand slapping against the table as her huge breasts were pushed against her chest.  The table was cold on her nipples, and she could feel them crinkling.  She heard the rustling of fabric behind her and guessed that Dirk was opening his jeans and letting them fall down his legs, and she was right.  Then she felt Dirk’s hands grabbing her by the hips and moving her into position, and she spread her feet for balance and to give him access to her pussy.

“OH!” she gasped again as she felt the bulbous head of Dirk’s cock pressing against her opening, and she moaned as Dirk rubbed it up and down her slit to spread her slippery juices over it.  Then he put the head against her opening and push, and Charlotte moaned louder as the head slipped inside.

“MMMMM!” she moaned, feeling her pussy being stretched out by the head of Dirk’s cock.  She didn’t have any time to recover at all before Dirk grabbed her by the hips and thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deep into her pussy.

“AAAAHHHH!” she cried as Dirk’s hard cock filled her up.  He pushed more than half of the shaft into her pussy on the first stroke, and it only took three more strokes before he was buried balls-deep in her tight wetness.  He wasted no time but began fucking her in long, even, deep strokes, pushing his cock all the way into her so that his balls slapped against her clit with every thrust.

“Oh my God, yes!” Charlotte moaned as he fucked her.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes!  Fuck me, Dirk!  Fuck me!” she moaned, a smile on her face as she lay on the table.  She grabbed the sides of the table for support as her body was rocked with the force of Dirk’s thrusts.  His thrusts were deep and hard but not brutal, and the pace he set was fast but not frantic.  He wanted to feel every inch of her pussy on his cock, and he wanted her to feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Dirk looked down at the woman bent over the table under him, watching the rounded globes of her ass ripple slightly as his hips hit her ass with each forward thrust.  Her pussy felt wonderful wrapped around his cock, and he gasped when she clamped down on it with her talented inner muscles and began squeezing it in time with his thrusts.

‘Holy shit, she’s good!  I wish we had more time for this!’ Dirk thought to himself as he looked at Charlotte bent over the table in front of him. 

“Harder, Dirk!” she gasped, sitting up on her elbows with her hands flat on the table, moving her feet a little to improve her balance.  “Fuck me harder!”

Without a word Dirk increased both the speed and the force of his thrusts, making Charlottte gasp and moan with each thrust of his cock.  He gripped her hips tightly in his hands, pulling her back towards him as he thrust forward to drive his cock as deeply into her pussy as he could with every thrust.  The sounds of his hips slapping against her ass as he fucked her filled the room, and her moans gradually got louder and longer until she finally said the words Dirk was waiting to hear.

“I’m gonna cum, Dirk, I’m gonna cum!” she gasped, briefly looking over her shoulder at him as she spoke.

“So cum!” Dirk replied, maintaining the tempo and intensity of his thrusts.  Charlotte dropped her head and moaned, clamping down on Dirk’s cock as hard as she could.  She began moving her hips back to meet his thrusts, and it was only a matter of a few more moments before her orgasm hit.

“NNNNGGGHHHH!!!” Charlotte groaned loudly, balling her hands into fists as the powerful orgasm exploded inside her pussy like a bomb.  She squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced, groaning through gritted teeth as wave after wave of pleasure went crashing through her.  Dirk never slowed his movements, continuing to fuck her right through the duration of her orgasm.  He could feel her already wet pussy flooding as she came, the inner muscles fluttering around his shaft.  Her orgasm lasted for nearly a full thirty seconds, and when it was over it left her gasping and panting for breath.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, looking back over her shoulder at Dirk as he continuing thrusting.

“Now it’s my turn!” he said, and Charlotte nodded quickly and smiled.

“Yes, Dirk, do it!  Cum inside me!  Cum inside my pussy, fill me up with your cum, give me every last drop!” she said, urging him on.  She clamped down hard on his cock with her pussy, gripping it as hard as she could, and she felt a slight increase in his tempo as a result.

Dirk was only a few moments away from cumming, and he knew it.  He gripped her hips firmly in his hands, feeling his balls shift in preparation for what he knew was going to be a monster orgasm.  It had been several days since he’d cum, so his balls were full and ready to be emptied.  And he could think of no better woman to empty them into than Charlotte – and he was going to do it right now.

“Here it comes!” he groaned, and a split second later his orgasm hit.  He groaned loudly and shoved his hips forward as his cock exploded inside Charlotte’s tight, wet pussy, blasting a long, thick stream of cum deep inside her.  She cried out as she felt him cumming, gripping him as hard as she could with her pussy as his cock pumped and spurted inside her.

The orgasm was just as intense as Dirk thought it was going to be.  He groaned again as his cock continued pumping stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep into Charlotte’s pussy.  Finally he pushed forward as hard as he could while yanking back on her hips, driving his cock balls-deep into her and holding it there while his cocked pumped and throbbed, his balls emptying themselves, the cum shooting into her in long streams.

When the pumping of his cock began to slow and then finally stopped, it left Dirk gasping for breath.  He released his grip on Charlotte’s hips, and before he could move she got up from the table and spun around to face him, dropping to her knees in front of him and sucking his still-hard and dripping cock into her mouth.  She put her hands on the backs of his thighs and pulled him to her, driving his cock into her mouth.

“MMMMMM!” she moaned as she sucked the last bit of cum from him, greedily swallowing it down.  She moved her head up and down on his shaft, getting the last little bit of his cum from him.  She looked up at him as she pulled her mouth from his cock just long enough to speak before putting her mouth back on it again.

“I can taste myself on you!” she said, then went back to sucking his cock.  She grabbed the base of his cock with her hand and squeezed it hard, pushing the last little bit of cum up his shaft to be sucked out by her mouth.  Dirk stood there and watched, amazed, as she cleaned all of the cum and juices from him.  When she was finished and had sucked all of the remains of his cum from him she sat back on her haunches and looked up at him, a big smile on her face.

“Now that’s what I call a dessert!” she said, giggling.

“You wanted a cream pie, you got a cream pie!” Dirk replied, chuckling at her.  He reached down and held his hand out to her, helping her to her feet.  They both took a few moments to put themselves back together, Dirk pulling up his jeans and Charlotte tucking her huge tits back into her bra before buttoning the dress up again, leaving the same three buttons undone as before.  When she finished she bent down and picked up her thong panties from the floor, then tucked them into the inside pocket of Dirk’s biker vest.

“A souvenir of your visit to the Queen Bee diner,” she said, smiling at him.  She put her hands on his chest and looked up at him, then slid a hand around his neck and pulled his head down to hers.  The kiss was soft but intense, her lips were warm, soft, and inviting, and Dirk found himself wishing she’d change her mind and come back to the hotel with him.  But that wasn’t going to happen and he knew it, and after a few more very pleasurable moments she broke off the kiss, looking up at him and smiling.

“Thank you, Dirk,” she said, her voice soft, a smile on her face. 

“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” he replied.  “If you hadn’t stayed to feed me, none of this would have happened.”

“Will you be in town long?” she asked, her arms around his waist and his hands on her hips.  He shook his head as he replied.

“No, I’m leaving in the morning,” he said.  “I’ve got a full day’s ride ahead of me to get home, so I’ll be on the road before most people around here have had breakfast.”

“I don’t know about that,” Charlotte said, grinning at him, “the people around here are mostly farmers who get up with the dawn!”

“And what about you?” he asked, playfully.  “Are you a farmer, getting up at the crack of dawn too?  Or are you a housewife who sleeps in every morning?”

“I’m a dirty little cum slut who sleeps in each morning because she’s so tired after having fucked her brains out the night before!” she said, laughing.  “And trust me when I tell you that I’m going to be sleeping in tomorrow!”

“Speaking of sleep, I better get my ass back to the hotel and get some myself,” Dirk said, turning to walk towards the door.  “Unless you want to stay here and let me bend you over the table again, that is!” he said, stopping to turn and look at her. 

“As much as I wish I could, I can’t,” Charlotte replied, laughing.  “I have a husband at home waiting for me, so I’d better get going,” she said.  She walked over to the door with Dirk, and once there they stopped and looked at each other again.

“Was the dessert good enough to bring you back to my little diner again sometime?” she asked, looking up at him.

“It most certainly was,” Dirk replied, “and I never know where my travels will take me or when, so you never know when I’m going to show up again.”

“I hope it’s soon!” Charlotte said, smiling.

“Me, too!” Dirk replied.  She reached up and kissed him briefly, then unlocked the door for him to let him out.  She watched him as he got on his bike and fired up the engine, the thunder of the loud pipes reverberating off of the nearby buildings, and she waved at him as he rode out of the parking lot.  She smiled as he waved back, and then he was around the corner and gone.

She went back inside the diner, turned out the light, double checked that the oven and stove were turned off, then walked out of the diner and locked the door behind her.  Then she got in her car and drove home where her husband was waiting for her.

When they went to sleep in separate beds that night, both she and Dirk did so with a smile on their face.

Fini.