“Your total is eleven thirty-thr…,” the indifferent feminine voice halted for a moment while she regained her composure. After a few seconds, she continued, “never mind.”
The momentary surprise on her ugly face was nothing compared to the shame evident on mine. Working the late night had turned into one this drive through attendant would never forget. Guaranteed! To her credit, she handled the whole thing extremely well, really. Much better than I would have, had I been in her situation.
With a smile suddenly appearing onto her homely brown face, she leaned out the drive through window and looked across from me, nude, now at a solid half mast and rising, toward my companion who…ahem…had her hands full. I noticed, distractedly, that her name, ‘Shaniqua,’ was smudged on her name tag.
I should explain how I ended up here in a late night fast-food restaurant at midnight bare-butt-assed naked. Good for me there was no one out this time of night, 11:53 to be exact. You see, it all started with a game of poker and a few cases of beer. I never wanted to play with these women, but there actually was NOTHING on TV. Not a movie, not even a game worth a damn on the tube, unless women’s golf highlights count. (I’ll pass on that game, thank you very much). And I had been watching SportsCenter for the past hour and even for me a sports fan, you can’t talk about steroids in sports all of the time.
So it was pure boredom along with a healthy dose of male pride mixed with curiosity hearing the occasional “You, bitch!” that led me to my girlfriend and her college buddies playing poker in kitchen with an empty bottle of Crown sitting in the middle of the table. Being the only guy, these tipsy girls unanimously decided instead of playing for money, that we would play Strip Poker…there is not one guy alive who will ever pass up a chance to play Strip with his wife not only there, but encouraging too.
You see, Cindy and I love to be naked, oh, there is a definite sex thing there but we both rarely wear clothing around the house. Like I said, male pride is a bitch, but not as bad a one as that redhead Maria on a poker table.One thing led to another and another here I was, naked as my birthday, excited and scared, horny and repulsed at the same time, sitting in the late-night drive through with a car full of fully clothed women. Did I mention I get off on humiliation?
I was horny as hell and during the long drive; I had already spurted once into Jacqueline’s coffee cup, which she currently drank with great gusto.
“Ya’ll want anything?” our attendant asked my passenger seat-mate all the while staring at my rapidly expanding member, “A Soda, burger or something, we closing in a few minutes and we got some stuff left.” Her pendulous breasts literally fell from the window she was leaning from to flop as if half deflated balloons.
This particular trip really wasn’t for us any way it was Jacqui’s day, but my wife segued the situation smoothly. “Oh really dear,” Cindy said cheerfully, never ceasing her ministrations to my now fully hardened dick. “What time do you close?”
A crystal bead appeared, only to increase as Cindy tugged from the base to the tip with an especially tight grip. It shone, like the pearl it was, in the dim parking lot lights.
“In about an hour, I’m the only one here now and I just turned the grease off, it’ll take a few minutes but for ya’ll I could wait a few minutes,” I could swear I saw her lick her lips, but she met Cindy’s eyes and continued “if ya’ll ain’t doin’ nothing but dicking around, come on in. I’ll turn off the lights, nobody’s gonna come in anyway.”
The other women, the other poker players from earlier did not even try to hide the pure hilarity from their backseat views. I thought Mary in particular would laugh so hard she would pee in her pants. As for me, I was terrified. Have you ever experienced a full body blush? It was definitely not my idea to stop here…especially in my current condition… and going in was the last thing on my mind.
Cindy must have seen the look of terror crossing my face and apparently gave mercy on me. “We would love to dear, but I’ll tell you what,” she began her bargain, “you can watch till he pops, how’s that?
“Well then, can I uh…?” Shaniqua began, and then looked back down to the growing drop collecting on my tip, then around the car. To tell the truth, she wasn’t nervous or anything; after her initial shock, she picked up on our little game quickly, meeting each of our eyes briefly.
“Of course you can, dear,” Cindy replied happily
With that, the pie-faced drive-through attendant reached her left hand through the window. With the tip of her index finger, she lightly smeared the clear mass around till it not only covered the head, but also her finger. I was in heaven, one woman playing with my dick, two female friends who know I am getting a hand job, and not only that the lady from the drive through, a complete stranger, was playing with my precum. Then to our even greater surprise, she bought the finger tip to her mouth and stuck the whole thing in. She swirled her tongue around the finger tip, making a lewd spectacle of the act…I reacted by drooling more pre-cum from my slit.
“Mhhhhh,” she moaned, savoring the taste of my man juice, “wish my man tasted this good. I’ll be right back with your food, hold on one minute. I wanna see him blow before you go.” With that, she turned a pendulous ass away from the window. Call me fucked up if you want to, but I watched mesmerized until I felt a beginning tingle begin in the pit of my stomach.
Cindy, knowing how to get me off for years, sensed what was “cumming” and stopped the urge with a quick pluck to my right testicle. Needless to say, the pangs stopped as soon as they began. When she was satisfied that I was safe from the impending accident, she announced that she wanted to trade places.
“Jacqui, Mary already got hers today,” she said turning toward the back seat. “It’s your turn now.” With that, the two women traded places