Laura Quincy - Horny hot waitress

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed in mindless lust.

He fucked her ravenously, as though starved for fucking. Steve could feel her long fingernails raking across his back, down to his ass cheeks, where she gripped him almost painfully, pulling him against her greedy pussy. He leaned over, nipping at the pink lust-thickened tips of her tits as he pounded her with his horny cock meat.

Steve could feel how she shook as her passion mounted. The tremors radiated to his body, and he found himself once more poised on the brink of a sensual ecstasy. His hot load of cum once more coiled, welled up, ready to erupt.

"Shove it in more," Cindy gasped, beyond control. "Fill me, fill my pussy all up with your cock."

Even though he fucked in every inch of his prick, the tight fleshy lips of her cunt sucked and gripped his cock as though she wanted to capture even his hard hairy balls within her churning cunt as well.

Within moments their frenzied fucking brought them both to a fiery climax. Steve's hips beat a rapid tattoo against her, and Cindy screamed as she tumbled over the brink of bliss.

Steve felt his own erupting cum surge forth in a blinding rush. His hot jism gushed into her seething pussy, drenching the tunnel of her fuckhole with heavy slick spurts. He imagined he could almost hear the forceful splat of his cum in her cunt. With a gasping groan, Steve gave a final savage fuck-lunge and then sagged weakly against her.

Cindy struggled to catch her run-away breath in the warm aftermath of lust. She breathed in the sweet aroma of their sweaty bodies, and looked over at Judy, grinning.

"Boy, did I need that," Cindy said. "I feel so good now I could care less bout losing my job!"

"Don't I even get a thank you?" Steve grumbled, in mock seriousness. "I mean, I think I helped a little bit in this. Don't you?"

Cindy snuggled against him, her hand rubbing across his chest.

"You made all the difference," she grinned. "You and that fantastic cock of yours!"

The two girls and Steve searched for their scattered clothing and dressed, teasing and joking as they did.

As they walked back down the hallway to rejoin the part, Judy took Cindy aside.

"Did you really lose your job?" she asked. "Yeah, the boss' wife decided I was too attractive, and so out I went," Cindy sighed. "Trouble is, I couldn't deny anything. Neal – that's my ex-boss – and I had a lot of fun behind the closed doors of his office!"

"Why didn't he just move you to another department or something?"

Cindy grinned. "He couldn't. See, he married the boss' daughter – that's how he got where he is. Her side of the family really pulls the purse strings."

"What are you going to do now?" Judy wanted to know.

"What else? Find another job."

Judy studied her intently, and Cindy saw a glint of mischief in her eyes. She waited, and in a moment or two Judy spoke.

"Have you ever heard of the Carrousel Club?"

"I think so," Cindy answered. "Isn't it a restaurant or something, just outside of town?"

"Oh, it's a restaurant," Judy giggled. "And a whole lot more. Very, very exclusive. You have to have a membership to get in the place. And the service they offer goes beyond the menu, if you get what I mean." Judy could see Cindy was intrigued, and very interested. "They're always on the look-out for new waitresses and hostesses. Why don't you apply?" She eyed Cindy. "I hear the pay isn't that great, but the tips are. And, so are the… uh, fringe benefits!"

"Sounds like fun," Cindy chuckled. "Lots of fun."

"I tried it once," Judy confided. "I didn't get the job."

"Why?" Cindy asked, confused.

"I failed the interview," Judy said mysteriously. "So here's a warning… whatever happens, go with it!"

Cindy studied herself in the mirror, eyeing her outfit critically. She wanted everything to be right for her appointment with Matt Preston, the Carrousel Club's owner. Looking at herself again, Cindy decided she looked good, really good!

She tightened the tie belt of her yellow wrap around skirt, making her small waist even more noticeable. The sparkling white thin knit top she wore with it clung to her body, emphasizing the thrusting fullness of her tits. It showed, too, the fact that she was braless, for her nipples were faintly outlined against the thin fabric.

Lifting her skirt, she fastened a white lace garter belt around her hips, overlapping her flimsy lace bikini panties. Cindy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on sheer nylons, fastening each to the garter belt. Then she stepped into a pair of tall-heeled sandals. The shoes added several inches to her height, and made her legs look even more attractive.

Once more she surveyed her image in the mirror, and decided she was ready.

"Watch out Matt Preston," she muttered, with a twinkling look in her eyes. "You're going to be interviewing one girl determined to get that job!"

She remembered then the vague warning Judy had given her, how she had failed Preston's interview. No matter how Cindy had begged, Judy wouldn't tell her any more about what had happened. All Judy would do was advise Cindy to go with it. Now Cindy was getting anxious to find out for herself what this interview would hold. She had an idea it was going to be a job interview she could really go for!

Cindy eased her car into the Carrousel Club's parking lot at five minutes before three, the time of her appointment. She fluffed the tousled auburn curls falling around her shoulders and got out of the car, striding quickly to the entrance.

The building was a long low rambling structure, heavily studded with concealing shrubs and bushes. Through a tangle of bushes off to the left she could see the edge of a swimming pool. Stepping up to the heavy oak doors of the entrance, she pulled on a thick wrought iron handle. It didn't budge.

She pulled at it again. Locked. Suddenly a woman's voice sounded and she jumped.

"Your name, Miss?" the soft voice said.

She looked up, then saw the tiny lens of the camera, and the intercom grill.

"I'm Cindy Barnes," she answered. "I have an appointment with Mr. Preston."

There was no answer. Cindy stood, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. After what seemed like an eternity passed, she heard a muted buzz and the door swung open.

A tall regal-looking blonde stood in the doorway, swathed in an exotic printed fabric that glittered with woven gold threads.

"Mr. Preston is ready to see you now," she said, her voice low and almost toneless. "Please follow me."

She was led to a richly furnished office, but no one was there.

"Please make yourself comfortable," the woman instructed her. "Mr. Preston will be in shortly."

Left alone, Cindy walked around, looking at the paintings, the furnishings, even the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows at the far end of the room.

"Miss Barnes?"

She turned around, and she gasped when she saw the man standing in the doorway. The man standing watching her she knew to be in his late forties, yet he looked twenty-five. He was tall, tanned, tautly muscled. Prime.

Cindy found herself blushing hotly, something that very rarely happened to her. She also found herself almost immediately aroused. He was a very sexy, very virile man, this new boss of hers. At least she hoped he would end up being her boss.

He approached her casually, slowly, his eyes going over her body in an intently assessing way. The look in his eyes made her pulse pound hotly.

Still silent, the man walked up to Cindy, then moved around, circling her, looking at her from all angles. It should have made her feel like some grocery store special, but instead, his warm gaze only served to make Cindy feel super sexy.

After circling her twice, Preston smiled.