Chapter 1

Karen Woodward pulled into the parking lot of Tony's Diner and thought to herself: This is it, a job where the tips are the biggest in town!

After she parked, she studied her appearance in the rear-view mirror of her small car, searching for some kind of imperfection. Happily, she could find none. Her makeup was on perfectly; her eyelashes were long, black and beautiful, a wonderful frame for her pale blue eyes; her cute little nose was the same as always, cute and little; and her lips were as full and as red as ever. She glanced down at her body and was quite pleased with what she saw. Her tits were full, her waist trim, her legs long and slender. It's wonderful to be eighteen and beautiful, she thought to herself.

As she looked at her clothes, her slacks, blouse and sandals, she wondered again why Tony did not let the girls take their skimpy waitress uniforms home. It seemed to her that it would be much easier than changing at work. Ah well, she thought, it doesn't really matter. She got out of her car, locked the door, and headed for the diner.

The windows of the diner were darkened to keep sunlight out, and they were quite reflective. She watched herself as she walked to her first day of work and was pleased with the way her tits gently swayed and how clean and fresh her long, naturally blonde hair looked.

When she opened the door to the diner, a blast of air-conditioned coldness hit her in the face. Tony, tall and dark, stood behind the cash register taking money from a customer. He looked up at Karen and gave her a quick smile of flashing white teeth. When he was finished with the customer he walked over to her and proceeded to engulf her tiny hand with both of his large, dark ones.

"Hello, Karen" he said. "You look quite beautiful today."

"Thank you, Mr. Angelo."

The touch of his perfectly manicured hands sent a strange surge of warmth through her body. She knew, immediately, that this handsome fellow would play a large part in her sexual fantasies for many weeks to come.

"Please, Karen, call me Tony. All of the workers here are on a first-name basis with one another."

"Well, sure, Mr., er, Tony."

"There we go. Now, if you'll come with me, I'll get your uniform and show you where you can change."

He took his dark hands from her and she found herself wishing that he hadn't, or that he would place them in a more gratifying place. Come on, Karen, she told herself, you're just horny because you haven't had a good fuck in over a week. She thought briefly of Ben, whom she had broken up with a short time ago. She compared him with this handsome, middle-aged man and decided that Ben was like a boy next to this mature restaurant owner.

They made their way through the restaurant with Tony stopping occasionally to introduce her to the various waitresses and busboys who milled about the place. They made their way to the kitchen where the cook and dishwasher worked away at food and dirty dishes. Brief introductions were made and the two hardly seemed to notice Karen.

"Here is our time clock," Tony said, pointing to a large contraption bolted to the wall.

The card holder on the wall beside the clock was practically full. "I didn't realize so many people worked here," she said.

"This restaurant is a rather large operation," he said. "I doubt if we'll ever rival Exxon oil for size, but we're doing all right."

They both laughed and Tony produced a blank time card from somewhere and wrote across the top, in a fluid handwriting, Karen Woodward. Beside the name he drew a smiling face and they both laughed again.

"Go ahead and punch in," he said, handing her the card.

"Isn't it still too early?" "Go ahead," he urged.

She shrugged and pushed the card into the slot. Then she found an empty slot for her card and inserted it, which made her think of getting fucked. She briefly wished she hadn't split up with lusty Ben-at least she wouldn't have to walk around all horny . . .

"If you would be so good as to follow me, Karen ..."

A door off the kitchen opened to a small, clean, well-lit hallway. Three doors were on either side of the hallway. Tony led her to the last one and opened it for her. She entered and was surprised to see a rather nicely furnished office filled with plants. The green of the plants looked very nice with the brown wood panelling on the walls, the oak desk, the dark leather chair behind the desk, and the large, brown upholstered couch. On the desk was one of the skimpy uniforms which the waitresses at Tony's wore. Karen had heard other women complain about the tiny outfits, but she liked to consider herself a realist-one of the reasons the tips were bigger at Tony's than at any other restaurant in town was because of the skimpy outfits. And now that I'm living away from home, Karen thought, I need money.

Tony picked the uniform up off the desk and held it up to the young girl. "This should fit," he said.

Karen took the uniform and said, "Where can I change?"

"The room next to this one is the dressing room. I'll be over here when you're dressed." "Okay."

She left the office and made her way into the dressing room. A large, floor-length mirror adorned one of the walls, and she checked her appearance quickly before beginning to undress. As she unbuttoned her blouse she thought about Tony. His dark eyes seemed to pierce right through her and know every thought she was thinking. As she removed her blouse, she admired the way her tits filled out the cups of her bra. She always had had nice tits, or at least from about age thirteen, and she briefly wondered how many hundreds-thousands?-of men had ogled the way they swayed on her lithe frame. She had never lacked for attention from men of all ages, and she wondered how much of it was due to her big, soft tits. She remembered back to that first boy who stripped her shirt off her. She had to help him with the bra. She remembered how warm and tingly it made her feel when he put his mouth to her hard nipple and sucked at her tit.

When she pulled herself away from her reminiscence, she found, much to her surprise, that she had begun to stroke her tit through her bra. She gave herself one last caress and unbuttoned her slacks, trying not to think of the hot, itchy feeling in her moist pussy. As she pushed her black pants to the floor, she thought of how nice her legs looked-perfectly tanned, slender, yet muscular at the same time. She admired once again her almost nude figure in the mirror. Her gaze settled on the coils of pubic hair which were visible through her white panties, and she found herself thinking of that young boy who had first shown her how magical a long, hard cock could be . . .

When Karen had left with her uniform to change, Tony Angelo quickly went to work. With a suction cup which he kept in a drawer in his desk he pulled loose a sheet of wood panelling which was held in place by Velcro squares. And there she was-the voluptuous young girl with the tremendous tits. Every man has an addiction, whether it be alcohol, stamps or old cars. Tony Angelo's was women. And, as with most addictions, he would pay through the nose to support it. The two-way mirror had cost quite a bit, yet it was worth every penny. He remembered all of the times he and Joyce, the attractive, older waitress who had been with the restaurant almost as long as he had owned it, had screwed right in this room while watching one or two of the sexy young girls strip down.

Karen had removed her blouse and Tony admired the way her tits thrust outward. He lit a cigarette as he studied the girl-the lithe waist, the taut muscles in her stomach, the tits. As Tony inhaled on his cigarette, the girl suddenly stopped undressing and stared off into space for a moment. Her hands, as though they were acting independently of her, moved to her tits. She began to stroke her huge tits and Tony felt his cock beginning to harden in his pants. Tony grinned, thinking of how he had been right about the girl-she was horny. He had guessed it from the moment he had seen her walk into the restaurant today-the way she had given his body the once over, the slightly flushed look in her cheeks. He had sensed it, and he had been right.

The girl quickly broke herself away from her thoughts and caressed her tits one last time before undoing her slacks and pushing them down to the floor. Tony admired the way her slender legs moved as she stepped out of the pants. Then, suddenly, she was lost in her thoughts again, staring directly into the mirror. Her hands ran along her legs, up and down her thighs. Then she quickly pulled down her panties and jammed the fingers of her right hand into the thick bush of blonde hair which surrounded her pussy.

He stood, put his cigarette in an ashtray, and walked over to the other side of his desk. He pulled open a drawer and removed a camera and a box of flash cubes. He knew he was going to get some great shots for his album, what with the way the girl was moaning and masturbating at such a frantic pace.

He began clicking shots of his beautiful young employee, stopping only when he saw her mouth two wonderful words. He quickly put his camera away, replaced the panelling, crushed out his cigarette, and headed for the room next door, thinking of the words the girl's silent mouth had formed: "Oh, Tony . . . " The quick rap at the door shocked Karen out of her lusty fantasy which contained her, Tony, and a water bed.

"How's it going in there?" Tony's smooth voice came quickly on the heels of his knock.

"Uh, fine," she said quickly.

"Okay. Come into my office when you're through."

Damn, Karen thought-double damn. She was so horny now that she knew she wouldn't be able to keep her mind on her work, and she wanted to keep this job. She quickly pulled her skimpy uniform on, wishing she could have finished masturbating. She brushed her hair and stowed her clothing and purse in an empty locker in the room, securing it with the padlock she had bought the other day.

She checked her appearance one last time before leaving the dressing room. She made her way to Tony's office and knocked softly on the door.

"Come in."

He was seated at his desk, smoking a cigarette and looking over some papers. He glanced up at her and said, "Have a seat," gesturing toward the leather couch.

She sat down primly and crossed her legs, trying to ignore the hot feeling between her legs.

After a moment, Tony put the papers down on the desk and stood. He walked to the front of the desk and leaned against it, and Karen couldn't believe how damned sexy he looked standing there.

"How would you like to talk a bit before beginning your duties?" he asked.

"Sure, I'd love to. But I don't want to waste much more of your time."

"Don't worry about it-I like to get to know my employees; things run smoother that way."

"Oh, great-I mean, that's a good way to run a restaurant, I think."

"I think so, too. If my employees know me and trust me, they'll tell me things I should know about running this place." He inhaled on his cigarette. "Anybody's suggestion is worth listening to!"

"That seems like a good way of running things. I think I'm going to like working here."

"I think I'm going to like having you here."

She smiled, looking at his tall, lean body and undressing him mentally. When she looked at his pants, she was quite surprised to see a small bulge. She didn't know what to say to him. She supposed it was natural for a man to get an erection looking at her, what with the sexy way she was dressed, but she couldn't understand why Tony hadn't stayed behind the desk where his hard-on couldn't be seen.

"I know I'm going to like working here," she finally said, and batted her long, dark eyelashes at him a few times.

"Yes, I'm sure you will. Now tell me, Karen, are you feeling well? I noticed that your cheeks seem somewhat flushed." When he trailed off at the end of the sentence, he smiled innocently at her.

"Yes, Tony, I'm feeling just fine." With this she stared openly at the erection in his pants. "I think I'm feeling about the same way you are."

He smiled and stepped toward her. "You're sure you're not feeling feverish?" he asked. "Maybe I should check." He put a hand on her forehead and said, "Yes, I do feel a definite warmth there."

"Well that's strange, I don't feel at all warm there. In a few other spots I'm literally roasting, however."

He moved his hand down to her cheek, caressing it lightly. "Is that the spot?" he asked.

"No, it's down lower."

He stood directly before her and she watched how his cock began to strain against his pants. It seemed to be quite a large prick, and she put her hand out to it to see just how big it was. She gripped it through Tony's expensive pants and stroked it a couple of times-yes, it was quite large.

"Is this where you're hot, Karen?" Tony asked, caressing her neck. "Still lower, Tony."

She unzipped his fly and reached inside with her hand. She found the entrance to his jockey shorts and felt his hot prick quivering with its engorgement of blood. She ran her fingers along the length of it, thinking that it had to be at least eight inches long, and then pulled it out from his pants. She watched as her tender caresses made it grow hard in her hand.

"Maybe this is the spot, darling?"

He plunged his hand down the front of her low-cut uniform and the touch of his hand against her tit sent a quiver of heat down her spine to her wet, itching pussy.

"It's one of the spots, Tony."

She leaned forward to get a closer look at his long, thick cock, and thought of what it would be like to have this piece of prick buried in her to the hilt. It truly was a beautiful prick, and she took it in her mouth to see what it tasted like. The spongy head was the size of a plum, but it didn't taste at all like any plum she had ever had. The cockhead was almost salty, and when she inserted it into her mouth she felt a small droplet of cum ooze its way out the slit. She lapped at it with her tongue, and moaned under her breath when Tony pinched the nipple of her left tit.

"That is the spot, isn't it, baby?"

She didn't say anything, as she happened to have a full mouth at the time. She pushed her lips along the length of his cock until half of it was in her. She lapped at it with her tongue, slapping it up against the roof of her mouth.

"Christ, Christ . . . that's great, Karen-God, you give great head, you really do ... " She brought a hand up to play with his hairy balls. She stroked them as she swallowed more of his long cock, sucking in her cheeks to increase the pressure against the prick.

"Mmm, so good ... I think I may have to sit down ..."

She pulled her mouth away from his luscious cock and watched as he kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants and shorts. She admired his lean, muscular legs, and thought of how good it would be to wrap her legs around his lean hips and feel his thick cock stroke into her.

He sat down beside her and said, "Why don't you take your clothes off, too?"

"Sure ..."

She had to have one more taste of his cock first, though, so she put her pursed lips to the large cockhead that was shining with her spit. She flicked her tongue out and pushed his prick from side to side, then grasped its base and lowered her open mouth onto it. She slowly and luxuriously licked it as she pushed her mouth down until over half of it was in her mouth. She paused there and pushed it up against the roof of her mouth, all the while flaring her nostrils for air.

"Oh baby, you suck so good, so fucking good."

She thought that she hadn't yet shown him anything. Just wait until his whole cock was shoved in her mouth and down her throat . . .

She lowered her mouth further on his long, thick prick, sucking in with her cheeks the whole way. She felt it sliding down her throat, and then felt her nose brush against the black coils of his pubic hair. She pushed down one last inch, until her face was buried in his hair, and realized that he had no more cock-she had ingested it all.

"My God," he moaned. "Oh my God-this is unbelievable-you're so good, baby. I never would have figured you for a deep throat artist."

She held his cock in her mouth for a long moment, listening with a certain amount of pride to his moans, then slowly pulled her mouth back up the length of his prick, squeezing tightly with her lips and cheeks.

"Oh, baby, baby ..."

Only the cockhead was in her mouth and she lapped at it with her tongue for a short time before removing her mouth completely from his cock. At some other time, she decided, she would want to suck him until he came in her mouth, spurting his cum over her teeth and gums and down her throat, but right now she had to have this long cock buried in her cunt, fucking her and fucking her until they both came.

"Baby, that was really something." He wrapped his arms around her and she wasn't at all surprised to find that he was very strong and hard underneath the shirt he still wore. Their lips met and he shot his tongue into her mouth, tasting his own cock, she thought. The expert way he moved his tongue inside her made her think of how it would feel in her pussy.

"Take your clothes off now baby."

She stood on somewhat shaky legs and pulled her silk stockings down over her legs. She set them on his desk, took off her panties, then the rest of her uniform. When she turned around, completely naked, she noticed that the couch had been turned into a bed. Tony sat cross-legged on the bed and eyed her body with more than a little lust in his eyes.

"You're beautiful," he said, and patted the bed beside him. "Come and join me."

She sat beside him on the bed and put her arms around his neck. She ran her hands through his hair and said, "I really need this fuck, Tony."

"I'm glad. I do too."

He ran his hands down her back, caressing here, kneading there, and she felt that familiar hot need run through her. He put both his hands to the cheeks of her ass and spread them enough to get a finger on her asshole.

"Oh, I love to be touched there ..."

"I love to touch you there."

He pushed a finger into her tight, puckered asshole and she felt as though she were melting like hot butter. He pushed her down so she lay on her back.

"Kiss me, Tony, kiss me ... " He brought his lips toward hers but she shook her head and put a hand down to her cunt. He smiled and took his hand from her asshole and put it up on her tit, squeezing it and fondling the hard, pink nipple.

"Kiss me, Tony, please."

"Sure, sure, all in time ..."

He kissed her tit first, holding the hard nipple between his lips and sucking on it. She felt shivers run down her spine and she realized that having her tits kissed felt as good as that first time, so many years ago.

He buried his head between her tits, kissing and licking wherever his mouth went, and it seemed like forever before he moved his mouth down her body, finally heading for her cunt, the place where she wanted him so badly.

"Tony, french my cunt, Tony. Eat me out-come on, do it. Please, I need it so bad."

Down he went on her, his mouth stopping only long enough to give her belly-button a quick kiss and lick.

"My pussy, Tony, my pussy."

When he reached her thatch of blonde pubic hair, so dark it was almost brown, she spread her legs to give his searching lips access to her moist, pink cunt.

"Now. Now. Kiss me, Tony."

He flicked his tongue through her coils of hair, licking and lapping at her so that he resembled a cat cleaning itself. He had a strangely contented look on his face, as though this was what he lived for, to bury his mouth in the open cunt of a beautiful young girl.

"Now, Tony-kiss my cunt now."

Finally he put his lips to her hot cunt and gave it a tender kiss. Karen felt her body spasm and jerk, and when he gave her another, longer kiss, she felt as if she would cum.

"Oh, Tony, tongue me. Tony, your tongue."

He shot his tongue into her open cunt and she jumped beneath him. Again and again his tongue darted into her. Karen couldn't remember the last time she had ever been eaten out so well. He went back to kissing her cunt again, lavishly caressing every part he could reach with his lips. He brushed a hot spot, and she jerked again.

He pulled his mouth from her and said, "We fuck now."

Usually she didn't like to be ordered around in bed, but for some reason she enjoyed it from this man.

"Yes, Tony, we fuck now."

She spread her legs even farther apart, knowing her cunt would have to be as wide open as possible for his huge cock. She brought her knees up to her shoulders and clenched the backs of her thighs with her hands.

Tony got between her legs and looked down at her with a huge smile. "Do you want to be fucked now, Karen?"

"Yes, Tony, please fuck me now." He put his cock against the entrance to her cunt and pushed against her. At first he made no headway, but she felt her pussy widening and suddenly the huge head of his cock was splaying wide the lips of her tight cunt.

"Unnngggg . . . Tony-do it to me." She felt his cock rubbing tight against the soft walls of her cunt and she knew she had never before been so filled by a man.

"Tony, you're so fucking big. Oh, Tony . . . " Suddenly his whole cock was buried in her to the hilt and their pubic hairs intermingled. She clenched his hips tightly with his thighs and wrapped her legs around his back, crossing her feet as she did so. They lay like that for a moment, and it was not until she put her lips to his neck and began to kiss him that he pulled his cock back out of her pussy, back all the way to his cockhead, and then plunged back into her.

"Unnngggg . . . God-so good-fuck me, Tony, fuck me. Do it to me. Unnnnggggg!"

He stroked into her ever so slowly, filling her cunt more completely than it ever had been, giving her a fuck that was like no other. She moved her hips in rhythm with his, humping up into his cock to take in as much of it as she could. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck, darting her tongue out as his cock drove into her.

"You're so tight-so tight, baby ..."

His compliment made her want to fuck him all the harder, give him the best fuck she was capable of.

"Fuck me. Oh baby, fuck me hard-so good-such a big cock you have-what a cock. Unngggg, gonna cum."

She had had her eyes closed but now she opened them to look at his face. It was contorted in a grimace of pleasure. She had to smile, thinking that he was enjoying the fuck just as much as she.

He stroked into her more slowly, pausing at the end of each long thrust into her pussy. She knew he was about to cum, and she knew she was about to, also.

"Tony, gonna cum-gonna cum, Tony."

She came on his next thrust into her, exploding like a dozen sticks of dynamite. He pushed into her one, two, three more times, and then his body shook and quivered as he shot his cum deep into her cunt.

He pulled out of her and stretched out on the bed beside her. He stroked her hair, her tits, and the open, warm spot between her legs.

"You're one great fuck," he finally said.

"Thank you."

"So fucking tight-I mean, you're probably the tightest pussy I've ever had."

She put her hand to his long, thick cock and held it while it went soft. She wished they could stay in this bed all day long, fucking and sucking as they pleased.

Tony gave her a peck on the cheek and said, "Thanks, Karen. I really needed that. I've been under a lot of pressure lately."

"Tell me about it."

He climbed off the bed and got a cigarette. "Do you smoke?" he asked her. When she nodded, he handed her a cigarette and brought an ashtray over. He sat it between them and lit their cigarettes and said,. "It's my son, Andy. His mother and I were divorced years ago. Apparently he can't stand living with her anymore either, so he's coming out to stay with me. Christ, what do I know about being a father to a teenager?"

She stroked his hair and said, "I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"Yeah, well, I'm not so sure. I kind of ran out on him when he was a kid and I don't think he's forgiven me for it." He grinned cynically. "I think I'm just the lesser of two evils."

Karen rubbed her hand along Tony's belly and felt heat rising in her cunt again-she wished they could fuck just one more time before getting out of the bed and dressing for work.

"Are you going to have him work here?"

He nodded. "He can wash dishes, or something like that. He says he's not at all interested in the restaurant business, but I don't know-maybe it'll grow on him." He stared off into space for a moment, casually smoking. "It would be nice to take him in as a partner someday, even give him the whole business when I decide to retire ..."

She began to stroke his soft cock, hoping she could get him good and horny before he decided they should get to work.

"I know what you're thinking, dear, but we have work to do."

"Damn."

He took her hand, removed it from his prick, smiled at her and said, "Drag yourself out of the sack beautiful. Time to go to work."

Reluctantly she dragged herself out of the bed and began to dress.