Laura Quincy - Horny hot waitress

She seemed to know instinctively when to lessen her movements and when to increase her oral caresses. There was no doubt about it. Cindy just plain loved to suck cock. He was pretty damned glad she did, at this point.

Cindy knew the pleasure she was giving him, and gloried in her oral ability to excite and satisfy a man. She knew the most sensitive, responsive spots on a man's body and just what to do to create the utmost sensation.

She moaned happily, her fingers busily teasing his heavy balls as she pistoned her head against his musky crotch.

Matt reached for her head, twirling his fingers in her tumbled mass of russet curls. He pulled her face against his steamy groin, fucking his horny prick even deeper into her sucking mouth. If anything, this seemed to only increase Cindy's passion, and her avid mouth devoured his pulsing prick.

"Sweet suckin' bitch," he growled. "You sweet cock-suckin' honey… you're eatin' my prick meat so, so nice."

She squirmed ecstatically, fucking her face on his hard hot prick. She knew she was good at sucking a man off, because she absolutely loved it. The taste of cock meat was a delicacy to her, and she never tired of cock-sucking.

Here erect clit throbbed suddenly, flashing a message of building fuck-lust all along her veins. She was close to climaxing, all over again!

Desperately, Cindy threw herself into her sucking and licking, wanting Matt to shoot off as she tumbled into orgasm. Her ball-stroking hand slipped farther back, sliding up the crack of his ass to probe the tight pucker of his asshole.

It was a stimulation that made Matt lose his tight control. He gave a shout and savagely fucked against her face. Within her mouth, his cock swelled mightily, then erupted in wave after wave of hot juicy cum – cum which Cindy lapped up hungrily, as her own body spasmed sharply and convulsively.

She wasn't a bit surprised when Matt finally gasped: "You're hired."

Cindy had to admit, the standard costume for waitresses and hostesses at the Carrousel Club was dramatic and highly erotic. It tied in with the name, with the youthful look of a sexy little girl at the circus. Over nothing more than a virginal white G-string, she wore a white ruffled apron-type pinafore.

The small ruffled square top barely concealed her big braless tits, and the tiny apron just came down past her pussy. The sash tied in back in a big bow. Cindy twirled in front of the mirror in the dressing room and looked over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror. From the back, a lot of flesh was exposed. She was bare behind except for the big white bow at the small of her back, and the thin strip between her ass cheeks.

She walked around, watching her puffy tits wobble and sway underneath the tiny top. The slightest movement and her tits popped free over the top of the pinafore, her pert pink nipples peeping out enticingly.

"Not bad, not bad," she giggled.

She was a little nervous, but soon found her way around the club. After a couple of hours of playing hostess to the select clientele of the Club, she relaxed and even started enjoying herself.

The men coming to the Carrousel for dinner, a drink in one of the lounges, or a dip in the pool seemed to have several things in common. They were fairly well – to – do, had to be in fact, to afford the huge membership fees. They were also all eager to engage in a little playful fondling, and sometimes even more.

She teased them right back, enjoying the sexy caresses. The men seemed to like her impish grin and sly ways. Deliberately, she would let her hand brush against a thigh or along an arm as she escorted them to their respective places.

Cindy was near the end of her shift when she met a contradiction to her former view of the Carrousel Club's typical member.

He walked in the door, looked around, then looked almost as if he was ready to bolt. Hiding a smile, Cindy walked over to him, trying to seem at ease to try and make him at ease.

Walking up beside him, Cindy slipped an arm through his and leaned close. Close enough for him to get a whiff of her faint floral perfume. She saw him catch the scent and gulp. She felt his body relax just the slightest bit and smiled at him encouragingly.

"Welcome to the Carrousel Club," she smiled. "Our pleasure is giving you pleasure so, sir… what's your pleasure?"

"Oh, I just… just a meal, I guess."

"I'm Cindy and you're?"

"Bill. Bill… uh, Bill… uh, Smith," he mumbled indistinctly.

Cindy smiled. Well, if he was hung up about revealing his identity, she didn't care. Not in the least.

"I've been a member for several months now," Bill continued, his voice betraying his nervousness. "But this is the first time I've been out here."

"Well, I hope it's just the first of many visits," she told him with a warm smile.

As he smiled back, his eyes dropped to the exposed cleft between her high full tits. She watched him lick his lips and saw his eyes darken with desire. Cindy, too, found herself in a state of arousal from being next to this shy, but handsome man.

She took special care to make him comfortable, and, to let him know she found him attractive and exciting. He must have picked up her vibrations, for he soon had his arm around her as they made their way to one of the lush dining rooms. His hand slid under the side of her pinafore with a tentative caress. Cindy leaned against him, and looked at him through her lowered lashes.

"Careful, honey, you're making me just a little too excited," she smiled. "It's going to be hard working with an aching cunt, you know."

He seemed at first startled by her words, then extremely pleased. His grip tightened.

"Well, maybe I could do something about that," Bill chuckled, feeling much bolder now.

She gave him a considering look. "Yeah, maybe you could… I get off work in a little while. Why don't we meet in one of the private rooms then?"

He looked at her and grinned.

Cindy let herself into the room they had agreed on and found Bill already waiting for her. She had to smile at his eagerness, an eagerness he was trying hard to conceal but just couldn't.

She had changed into a soft wrap-around robe in a tawny gold color that enhanced her auburn hair and lush curves. She wore nothing underneath.

The room was simply furnished, with several easy chairs and a low wide divan covered in plush velvet. Bill was sitting at one edge of the wide sofa, looking a little apprehensive.

She walked toward him and paused, leaning down to one side a bit to adjust the strap of her high-heeled slipper. The motion made the vee-neck of her robe shift, showing inches more of the creamy mounds of her tits. Out of the corners of her eyes she saw Bill's eyes drop to the lush view of her tits and she gave a tiny smile of satisfaction. She kept up the pretense a few seconds more, giving the shy man plenty of time to enjoy the view… and to want more.

It was clear she was going to have to seduce him, to get full pleasure from their fucking. He was a slow starter, but she had an idea once the fire was lit, it would become an all-consuming blaze.

"I wasn't even sure you'd be here," Cindy teased him gently. "I wasn't completely certain you liked me. Oh, I know you seemed to, but… well, I just wasn't sure."

"Oh, but I do," he protested quickly. "Of course, you must have lots of men who play up to you, working here and all. Lots of boyfriends too, I suppose."

She gave him the reassurance he obviously hoped for.

"Oh, not so many as you seem to believe," Cindy said. "Not many at all… really."

"Oh, that's hard to believe… you're so pretty."

She smiled. "Thank you, Bill. I guess maybe I'm just particular. What I really prefer is an older man… like, well like you. A strong man… handsome, virile. A man who knows where he's going, what be wants… and goes after it."