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Dish not on menu.She was a small girl. 4′ 10″ and perhaps 100 lbs. But really cute in the face with a wide smile. Olive brown-skinned…perhaps Hispanic, maybe Italian or Greek. It was an Italian restaurant she worked in, and I’d been a regular customer at for several years. Now here she was, busting tables and adjusting blinds and catching my attention every time she wandered out from the kitchen. Shy in manner, cute ass under those black jeans, perky tits. Late teens, early 20’s? She’d caught my eye, and mine hers. She smiled upon seeing me, becoming used to my presence once a week or twice a month as a regular. I made sure she knew my glance wasn’t an accident. She spoke a little English, said “Hi!” and other job-related things. Once she slid across the seat opposite mine to draw the blinds, giving me a nice view of her lithe, tiny figure. Wow. Now here this creature was on my sofa, smiling sweetly and looking a little unsure of herself. I’d wrangled her into coming back to my pad…walking distance from where we first met, and it was a glorious sunny afternoon and perfect for a possible tryst. It took all my discipline not to grab her butt helping her into my truck, once I’d persuaded her to accompany me during her hour-long break.I’m not a great one for entertaining, nor for playing games. She was a sweet little bird and this cat wanted to sink his fangs into her…none of this “Wanna watch a movie?” bullshit. Sitting next to her on the couch, massaging her back, hoping to make her feel a little more at ease. On the other hand, her natural shyness was intoxicating, and emboldened me. Beginning with kisses to her neck and cheek, I explored her plushy lips with my own, kissing hard enough to bruise them. I wet her mouth and nose and forehead with my busses; she cooed, responding to me pulling her tiny frame in tighter to myself.Pulling back for a moment, I stroked her thighs and hips with an eager hand. Leaning back, I took her hand trabzon escort gently and guided it to my crotch, now tent-like in anticipation. She giggled, grasped me through my jeans, enjoying herself. Not caring if she understood my next words, I leaned in to whisper that I was going to stuff that hot mouth of her with my throbbing dick.She must have caught the gist of what I said; her mouth widened in surprise, but she stifled a girlish laugh with her hand. Standing up quickly before her, I cradled her calves and roped them around me for a few pleasurable moments, rubbing them against my legs. Taking her by the shoulders I scooched her forward, then unleashed my erection to bounce it before her wide, rich-brown eyes.She gave me a toothy smile as I gently took hold of her long, curly-black hair and guided her face to my boner. Rubbing the tip and shaft all over her face, that same cute face which only months before had been new to me, was fucking incredible. Lifting my cock out the way, I shoved my balls to her mouth as she got the message and licked them wet. “Ahh, yeah! Suck them…suck my balls, suck them both!” I squeezed one then other into her tiny oral portal, the one with the wide, dark-pink entrance. Gyrating my hips to swirl those balls around, she looked up at me with eyes and cheeks tear-stained from her gagging effort. I popped them out and thrust my dick in that mouth of hers, using my hand to rub and poke my rod around like a stick-stirrer in paint. Smacking and rubbing my cock against her tongue a few times, her pillow-lips, her eyelids, I eventually began to fuck her face. Hard, quick, back-and-forth strokes, enjoying the feel of me being loosely gripped by her young, pink lips. Her submissive groans were quite the turn-on.Stopping the action, I bid her to stand up. Stripping her clothes off and tossing them about the room, I dropped to my knees to kiss and lick her nubile figure…her thighs, her hips, her cute escort trabzon little ass-cheeks, the small of her back, the damp area below her pubic triangle. Time to end this afternoon matinee on a high note; I stood and whisked her light body into my arms, and carried her to my bed like nothing to it…love a small girl for that purpose. Placing her on her back, I smooched her feet and ankles before maneuvering her around and further up towards the bed-head. Her legs opened dutifully as I grabbed hold the top of the bed-mast for purchase, and looking down I guided my stiff cock into her awaiting snatch…bliss, pure bliss. Nice and super-tight, more-so than I’d felt before. Establishing a firm and steady rhythm (short strokes, as pulling out would have made putting myself back in her pussy-clamp difficult) I pounded her sex like a hammering machine. I was clenching my teeth hard enough to give me a tension headache; with each thrust, she gave a little grunt and bounced a heel or two off my k**neys. What a hot little fuck she was; stopping again, I flipped her over like a trembling leaf and yanked her ass back to me. Reaching for the warming lube I kept on the bed-stand, I slathered my cock with a small handful, and smeared more between her wiggling butt-cheeks. “I’ve got you now, you hot-ass little honey…you’re mine!” I cackled before inching my prick to her anus opening.She looked back in concern when she felt my hard intention, but didn’t stop me. I’m no hung-horse, but I’m big enough and she was a teensy little thing. Her eyes shut hard and her mouth opened in a gasp as I pushed my way in. An inch at the most the first few jabs, then more as we both got used to the feel of things. Cupping her firm cupcake-tits from underneath, I held onto her as I d****d over her back and gave several more good, firm thrusts…nearly to my short-and-curly hairs, but not quite. Shoving my pelvis forward and to the sides, I reamed her brown canal trabzon escort bayan until my balls were smacking her taint…ahh, yeah the good life. Fondling her breasts with one hand, and fingering her labia and clitoris as best I could with my other, cock still jabbing inside her with quickening pokes, she shuddered and stiffened to a climax, juices spewing from her onto the bedding below and wetting my crotch and thighs. I was right behind her (pun intended) as I pulled back and out just in time to spew cum onto the small of her back and into the crack of her ass. I stroked her sand-colored ass-cheeks with my quivering rod to milk the last gobs and streaks of cum from me. Whew, what a fucking afternoon. I collapsed atop and then astride her, pulled her close-in to inhale the sex she exuded from her pores. I must have smelled like a horse, but she was sweetly fragrant like honeysuckle and seafood. Both of us were matted with perspiration, the room felt 120 degrees, and she whispered endearments to me that sounded Portuguese. Nearly 45 minutes had passed; I didn’t want her getting back late on my horny account. Reluctantly we dressed once able to stand without swaying. I drove her back to work like a gentleman, despite wishing we could pull over somewhere and resume our festivities. As sweet and shy as she was before that encounter…she remained so afterwards. Just a little more “open to suggestion.”Last bit before I finish: sometime later I was alone in the banquet room of that restaurant when a fairly cute waitress came to ask if I wanted anything else, dessert? I said I’d had some, but yes I’d take some more. She laughed and shook her head at that, not understanding my answer. As she said “Okay!” and turned to the kitchen, I enjoyed the view of her ass in tight slacks, then peeked under the table to see if my little table-cleaning honey was alright. She’d finished slurping my cock and was still licking semen off my softening penis when the waitress had approached. Now she gave me a big, beaming smile. “Good little girl” I said, patting her sweet head. Here’s an obvious hint to this trick: LONG, dr****g table-cloths. And a sweetheart willing to please her man in public.

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