It was to him a brilliant idea, a fitting scenario but one taking place in his own home and away from prying onlookers. With all restrictions removed the slut was his to do with as he wished, and do it willingly she most certainly would.

He sat at his dining table as she served his coffee; he was a customer to her, a customer at the café in her mind. When she moved in beside him to place the cup and saucer down he slipped his hand up the back of her little dress and felt at her silky buttocks.

Lawrence’s cock rose immediately, free of restrictive clothing he sat naked and excited as the teasing little bitch waited on him. His hand roamed all over her buttocks to draw little mews of delight from her as he had instructed her to. Inside her knickers he felt, pushing his hand up between her legs and his thumb up into her wet pussy.

“Like that do you slut?”

“Yes, sir,” she said sexily as primed, “I like it when you finger my pussy.”

For many minutes he felt her, replacing his thumb with fingers and finger-fucking her for several minutes after that.

“You spilt the coffee into the saucer you worthless bitch,” he growled.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll get you another immediately.

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He placed a restraining hand on her arm.

“No you won’t slut, you will be punished for your clumsiness.”

He withdrew his hand and stood up.

“Bend over the table and brace yourself.”

The girl complied. Stretching her arms out and resting them on the table, bent at the waist and her backside presented.

Lawrence lifted the back of her dress up onto the small of her back and pulled her little panties down around her knees. He groaned longingly at the sight of her sweet little arse and the firm cleft between her cheeks. The puffy lips of her pussy as they peeked out between the tops of her thighs were a delight in themselves. Lawrence allowed himself a long and luxurious feel of her firm buttocks; the tight cleft of her arse and even stroked his finger over the tight puckered ring of her anus. He muttered constantly as he felt her, all of his visits to the café, his mental undressing and touching of her now actually becoming reality. He gave a low throaty groan as he took one last feel of her firm cheeks.

Her whole body jolted as his hand slammed hard down to sting the flat of his palm across her buttocks.

“Clumsy bitch,” he breathed excitedly and slapped her again.

“Ouch!” She cried out and braced her arms more so.

Again he slapped her and then again, his cock jerking in response to the heavy spanking he was giving her.

“Oh please!” She wailed tearfully, “It hurts.”

“Silence slut,” he panted, “You will take it and like it.”

Four more times he slapped her backside before pausing to give his throbbing cock a luxurious squeeze. He slapped her three more times and then sat back down on the chair.

“Stand and face me, lift the front of your dress so that I can see your pussy.”

The girl wiped a tear from her cheek, gripped the hem of her little dress and pulled it up to her waist.

Lawrence almost came at the sight. Her soft puffy labia were pierced, two gold studs each holding one end of a small gold chain that gave a token guard to the entrance to her pussy. He felt her, touching interestedly at the chain and not recalling having felt it earlier when she was bent over, nor too had he seen it. Whatever, it wasn’t important when a willing slut was offering her body and that took precedence over anything else in life. He felt and fingered her slowly, looking up often to see her facial expressions.

“Take the dress off, whore,” he commanded and continued fingering her pussy as she pulled the little dress up over her head.

Her ample tits spilled out over the top of her black lacy bra, the small tight harness pushing her soft orbs up and together to form a most appealing cleavage.

Lawrence cleared his throat.

“The bra,” he said excitedly, “Take off your bra.”

He gasped, the large orbs bounced slightly as they fell when the support was removed, soft pillows of female flesh that immediately took his interest. What really stunned him though was the size of her nipples, they were long and rubbery, perfectly formed pink buds of delight that simply begged to be sucked.

He stood, rested the tip of his cock against her pussy lips and covered her tits with his hands.

“Wonderful,” he muttered as he felt and caressed the soft orbs, “Perfect, simply perfect.”

Like a child suckling its mother he sucked on her nipples, slurping noisily on the long buds and moaning his delight as he did so. For a long time he amused himself touching her tits, never in his long life had he experienced such joy. Tits of varying size he had touched over those years but her over-sized nipples added a certain something that the others lacked. A most thrilling something that mad his cock pulse in need for release.

“Lay back on the table,” he commanded and helped her up onto the polished wooden surface.

He positioned her close to the edge of the table so that her backside perched just on the very edge. One in each of his hands, he gripped her ankles and lifted them onto his shoulders, moving in at the same time to rest the head of his cock against her open pussy. With one of her feet either side of his neck and resting there on his shoulders he pushed in, moaning his pleasure loudly as his cock filled her wet, warm pussy.
Lawrence reached over again to her tits; he gripped her long nipples between finger and thumb and pulled cruelly on the tender buds.

“Heaven,” he said aloud and began to thrust into her, “Sheer heaven.”

Hard and fast he fucked the young waitress, plunging his stiff cock into her warm body in a rapid and increasing rhythm of high sexual need. Harder he pulled on her nipples, stretching the rubbery buds to impossible lengths and delighting in his cruelty as he did so. Frantically he pumped into the girl, slamming his hips against her backside in an urgent race toward his peak.

“Bitch!” he cried out as he came, “Dirty bitch!”

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