It itches… A pleasant tickling in her pussy… She smiled reluctantly. Frank thought she was smiling at him. The boring accountant will now explain his boring work more eagerly.
She met Frank on the date-app. This is the first date. A talkative man, over fifty, with wearing a suit. He apologized for writing twenty-five on his profile and using a fake photo. She was a well-bred, respectful girl. So when she said "but you look younger" he believed it.
But she's not thinking about this faker right now. At the long white-covered date table in corner of restaurant, her pussy itches as if it were being caressed by a soft feather, and that expression on her face gives Frank the encouragement he needs.
“Cassandra… Cassie… Kasey… what should I call you?” Frank's first attempt at increasing intimacy.
“Kisy…” she cut his word and warned, “with one 's'…” she don't like hiss of her name.
The girl was upper for him, Frank aware his fault.
“Actually… Kisy… When I saw your profile I thought it was fake… You know… Why would a twenty, beautiful, petite, friendly, pretty hot girl like you need a date app? I thought a old cougar was coming until you walked through the door…” He laughed as said this, but Kisy didn't laugh.
She really thought, would meet that young, muscular guy whose photo she saw, and had prepared for a long time. She showered until her skin was red, shaved all her body hair, even shaved the tiny hairs around her pussy and assholes. She put lotion on her body, creamed her sex holes inside and out, styled her hair, put on make-up, wore her sexiest red short dress that showed off her curves, and hurriedly came to this restaurant with her highheels.
And what did she find! Fifty plus a boring accountant! Moreover, her pussy is itching so bad!
The waiter politely bowed to the table and put the menu. She decided to hide her face behind the menu and order whatever was the most expensive. This date is a wasted bullet, at least Frank should pay for his fraud with his wallet.
“We can eat the best Bruschetta in the city here, honey…” said accountant with his cheerful voice.
When did we become us! and Kisy is not your honey, old fart! When she gritted her teeth and stared at the menu, the tickle in her pussy turned into an uncomfortable itch. She pressed her legs together and tried to silence her pussy.
“With red wine… What do you say, beauty…” Confident of the perfection of his suggestion, he reached out and took the menu that Kisy was holding like a shield. When he looked at her face, he saw her lips clenched in anger “Orrr white…whatever you want…”
“Red is good.” she said. She couldn't find anything more expensive anyway. Her pussy itched as if there was an ant in her panties. She moved her ass left and right on the chair and tried to scratch it, but it didn't help much. The waiter came, took the order and menus and left.
“I'm the luckiest bastard in the world tonight…” said as his eyes traveling over her every body detail like a flashlight.
The strappy dress has a V-shaped low-cut from her collarbone to below her ribcage. Kisy chose this dress to prove that her fresh breasts do not need a bra. But her purpose was not to fucked with the eyes of the 'luckiest bastard'. All her preparation was for that handsome, muscular guy.
Now, that provocative cleavage was feed for Frank's tired eyes. Kisy cursed her luck, sat upright in the chair, pushed her chest forward and smiled with one cheek to old trickster.
“Amm… If I tell you what I'm thinking right now you'll slap my face..” said Frank with grin.
“Okay, tell me… I wonder…” she said and pushed her ass forward hard and scratched it on the chair.
Frank roles to be embarrassed and moved his face closer to her across the table.
"You look like the girls I imagine about when I close my eyes at night..." he whispered as if he were telling a secret and looked around anxiously to make sure no one heard.
"So?" Kisy leaned to him too and rubbed her ass against the chair with a few quick wobbles while their faces were so close together.
"You got it..." he said, opening his eyes suggestively and shaking his head up down.
“No…” she said.
He frowned and looked at her with a look of, this girl is either very naive or a very hot slut.
“So, what I'm saying is…” Frank lowered his voice and covered his mouth with his hand. “When masturbating… you look like the girls I fuck in my dreams…”
Awww! The old pervert thinks he will fuck with her. But Kisy has news for you, daddy. You will jerk-off tonight too.
"You got it?" He waited for her answer with curious eyes.
“Yehhh…” she leaned back on the chair and wiggled her ass a little more.
The waiter came with a bottle of wine and two glasses. While he was filling the glasses, Kisy caught him looking down between her tits. What does he see? Oh, from that angle, the whole view is clear, right down to her red tiny string-thong. How sexy the bright, soft, smooth girl's skin looks in the light filtered by the red dress!
Not give a damn about her. Men can look at her however they want. It doesn't bother she to be watched. Only the itching in her pussy bothers her. Moreover, it is getting more and more intense. She grabbed the chair by the sides of her ass with both hands, lifted herself up, and sat down hard again. She thought crushing her pussy would help, but no.
While she tasting the wine, her mind was itching too. Because of pussy shaving? Was the razor clean? Maybe the razor scratched my pussy. Maybe I got infected. Or the thong's string got stuck between my pussy lips.
The odds are useless. Knowing the reason does not relieve the itching. Maybe she should go to the bathroom and see what's going on her pussy.
Frank held her hands “I think I'm still dreaming, would you believe it, Kisy…” said. She looked at Frank's face without got what he was talking about. “Maybe right now, as I close my eyes in my bed and play with my dick, I imagine dating you here…”
"I'm not a dream, Frank... I'm a simple girl..." she said calmly as ignoring his increasingly perverted words.
“As I fuck you tonight, I'll believe in your reality, honey…” said Frank, brazenly and confidently.
What is he talking about! He thinks fuck her, just because Kisy checked the 'sex on the first date' query-box in the app settings! While he says this, he forget that is older than Kisy's dad. She gave that 'ok' to the handsome young guy in Frank's fake profile.
“I'm going to fuck you like you're a goddess…” Disgusting old man, began the trailer!
The itch has leveled up! Kisy's dress bunched up almost to her pussy as she rubbed her ass back and forth on the chair, but the itching didn't subside. She had a hard time keeping herself from digging her fingers into her pussy and clawing at it. She began to breathe with difficulty and tremble, her face turned red with anger. The accountant saw her and thought that he had hornied her with his words.
"Fuck the dinner, Kisy!.. Let's go to my house right now and fuck..." he said happily.
"No! Ohh! “Nooo…” she was in no mood to talk. Her pussy was being ravaged like a field attacked by a swarm of locusts.
She looked around with difficulty. She convinced herself that no one was watching her and put her hand between legs. Her fingers hastily pulled her thong aside and dug her nails into her freshly shaved, creamy pussy and began scratching.
Frank froze! He couldn't see under the table, but there was no other way for the pistoning motion of Kisy's elbow.
“You're masturbate!” he said in surprise. “Poor young slut, you couldn't resist my charm any longer…” he was proud of himself. “I'll join you, baby…”
He took off a shoe and send his foot under the table. Kisy saw his foot's hello between her bare knees, she took off his sock in panic, threw it on the ground. She ignored that Frank's toenails hadn't been cut in weeks and put it on her pussy. The thick toe was scratching her pussy lips as she took a deep breath and brought her hands back up on the table.
“I'm sorry I didn't take into account that you were so young and immature, sweety…” said Frank. “I didn't expect you to be so easily influenced and hornied…”
Kisy lowered her face to the table and squeezed her lips. She felt better as the hard nail scratched her pussy lips as if tearing them.
“You youngs can access all porn thanks to the internet. New gen, fast fuck, plug and play... You are deprived of the pleasure of eroticism..."
She wasn't listening to the accountant's bullshit. She focused entirely on her pussy and the toe. The nail scratching her pussy lips, but if Kisy slides her ass on the chair and pushes a little more, maybe can scratch the inside of her pussy too.
“Youngs don't read sex stories, right?” said, he sure that knew the answer.
She pushed her ass a little, his thumb entered her pussy hole. Frank had to bend his other fingers but didn't care. Kisy wished that the hard nail would scratch the inside of her pussy hole, even tear.
“Since you haven't read, you don't know how a fuck is built from beginning to end, so when I created a little fantasy, you got extremely horny… My young fuck-toy!…”
“Huh?” she shook her face and frowned. She wasn't listening to the old jackal's new-gen critique. Instead of reading pages of fuck stories, Kisy's generation meets and fucks if they want sex. No need bullshits!
But, fuck the story! The old pervert's fingers are useful, but the itch just got deeper. Her pussy itchy even more now. Moreover, at the date table of a restaurant.
“Sex stories are good, honey. After spending a few days in my house, you will love too…”
Kisy thought she was going crazy from the itching. Her hands on the table shook, as if there was an itch herb in her pussy and the tiny thorns had scattered their seeds on her pussy walls. Her lips started to turn blue from pink. She quickly lowered both her hands under the table, grabbed the accountant's heel, and pulled it into her pussy with a harsh harakiri move.
Frank had to hold on to the table to keep his balance. Kisy spread her legs and push and pull her ass back and forth as her chair made squeaking noises on the restaurant floor.
A few people turned to look at the source of the voice. A tablecloth isn't a reliable form of camouflage. Kisy, your movements are being seen.
But the young woman lost control. Her pussy was telling her to scratch. Scratch me Kisy! I'm burning, scratch me! Push more deep! Harder! There's a beehive inside, kick 'em out Kisy! Put everything you can find inside me! Poke me! Mix, tamper, explode me! I have to fuck with anything! Pleeeasee Kisy fuck me!
Kisy was at a loss as to what to do to silence the louder cry of her pussy. As if being the subject of disgrace at a first date table wasn't enough, her pussy's demands wouldn't stop. Kisy was moaning with tears streaming down her face as her pussy begged for more than just a toe.
“Kisy… sweety…” Frank asked the condemning faces around to calm down and touched Kisy's cheek. The girl's face is on fire!
Kisy left his useless foot to the ground. With tears flowing from her angry eyes, she took the wine bottle from the table and hid it under the tablecloth without care anyone. While Frank was watching her with frightened eyes, she inserted the the bottle tip into her pussy. While taking deep breaths, she held the bottle bottom with both hands and thrust it into her pussy with all her might as a short Inngghh sound.
“nnooo…” Frank murmured and denied the reality of what he saw.
Instead of pumping the wine bottle, Kisy was trying to get it deep inside her pussy. Biting her lower lip hard, she realized couldn't do this. Her underused young pussy wasn't wide enough. With a despairing sigh, ahhh, she placed the bottle on the table and slowly stood up.
Her date dress was up over her pussy, and shiny juices were flowing down her legs. The young woman's face looked messed, with her lips trembling and dark gray make-up flowing to cheeks from her eyes.
As she struggled to step on her highheels, she pulled her dress up to her bely button, held on to the table with both hands, bent over, spread her legs and looked Frank who watched her in astonishment from where he sat.
“Fuck me…” she said. She took her entire lower lip between her teeth, bit it and begged, “Now and here… I need fucked urgently…” her hair fell on either side of her face as she lowered her head. “Pleaseeehh… Fuck meeehh…” a shiny string of saliva swung from her mouth onto the table.
Frank, a fan of sex stories, couldn't decide whether this moment was real or fansy. Maybe his date was just fiction. Maybe Frank was home alone right now, staring at the screen and reading a Funnyway story.
“I said fuck me, you boring old fart!” Kisy slammed her fist on the table, screamed and her reality echoing off the walls.
Frank saw some customers leaving the restaurant, but he heard a some men whispers that, no dude I can't never miss this fun.
While Kisy was giving up hope on the wrinkled old man and looking around for anyone who would fuck her, she came face to face with the waiter. She didn't need to beg, it was enough for her to look at the waiter with the "fuck me" look that every woman is born with. However, without using her voice, she showed to guy those two tiny words with distinct lip movements.
It wasn't until Frank decided to emerge from the fog between fantasy and reality the waiter unzip his pants and ran behind Kisy. Frank had a fuck-night planned, and he thought that lucky bastard was him, but now he had to wait his turn.
While the waiter was burying his dick, which had become hard and throbbing since serving the table, into Kisy's crying, itchy pussy, through the edge of the red thong rope, he took a look at his boss and took confirm. The boss didn't know how this disgrace would affect the restaurant's rating, but he was sure that after the waiter was done with this sweet, sexy, crazy young bitch, it would be his turn.
While Kisy was holding on to the table and getting fucked from behind, she started screaming as if she had forgotten where was, cursing the never-ending itching of her pussy.
“Aghh! Damn my pussy! Fuck it! Get dick deep! Hit my pussy with all your strength! Annghh! Fuck my horny pussy! Tear it! Bang it!”
As she screamed, her saliva flew out of her mouth and spun through the air, landing in Frank's wide open mouth. Wet saliva formed a loose drawbridge between her lips.
“Harder, son of a bitch!.. Fuck my whore pussy deeper!..” Kisy will never forgive her pussy for the itching that didn't go away despite fucked.
The waiter's bus was at laststop. He had to make a quick decision whether to lower his passengers into the terminal or off-road. Kisy felt the hard cock sweeling in her pussy, ready to shot at any moment, and slammed her ass against it. And louded,
"In!.. Throw in!.. Burn pussy!.. Give all innnnhh!..”
The waiter clawed Kisy's ass cheeks and pulled her towards him, sealing his dick in the girl's fiery pussy and igniting.
“Uhhhh.. Uhhh!..” Kisy believe the hot cum flowing into her injured pussy would heal it, but the waiter's thousands of tiny tailed sperm cells turned her pussy into an anthill.
The fuck itch should have subsided, but it spread all over her pussy like a school of tiny fish finding food.
“One more please!” Kisy gived an order. She spread her legs as wide as possible on heels, lifted her shiny ass, pulling her thong aside with one finger, and offering herself.
Frank moved to get up from the table, but the boss had already plunged his dick into Kisy's gushing pussy. He sank into the chair, thinking that once again his rights had been taken away.
While the boss was enjoying his thick dick in Kisy's horny pussy, he thought that didn't know that being a restaurant owner had such advantages. So, yea, he also heard that in some disgusting bars, some reveler sluts get drunk and did somethings... He took a break from thinking and admired the young, beauty, juicy, bald pussy where his dick was going in and out. But those women were generally over middle age, no attractive, but this customer, young, fresh, sexy... He ordered his inner voice that was ruining the moment to shut up and focus only on his dick. The girl is truly a heartbreaking beauty. He couldn't believe that she was fucking him here, in a public restaurant, in front of everyone, with her own consent.
"Faster!.." moaned Kisy. “Harder please…”
Boss, I'm already fucking you fast and hard, slut, he thought. What's wrong with this bitch! No! A customer who comes to my restaurant can't tell me how to fuck her.
“Harder, you motherfucker!” Kisy shouted, her voice squeaking like a wounded animal.
The boss got angry and started spanking Kisy’s bare ass hard with his big hands while pumping his dick with brutal strokes.
“You dirty horny slut! So you want to be fucked harder! Here you go!” His slaps were painful.
With each thrust of the boss's belly against her ass, Kisy slid forward on the table, and the table slid with her.
Left ten male customers and few employees. Spankings echoed on the restaurant wall, rhythmic table creakings mixed with a girl sounds begging to be fucked more.
Frank had hoped that he would be the leading-man in this debauched drama, but now he was a loser extra now. A normal man would stop this tragic-comedy from the beginning, but Frank didn't want this strangeness to end, that seemed to come out of the sex stories he was addicted. His eyes witnessed was not heresy, this pure erotism. And Kisy's languid eyes while being fucked, her drooling mouth hanging down, her screams combined with the air rushing out of her lungs every time a dick was driven into her pussy... He realized that mind was narrating this scene. As if there was a narrator in his brain and the man was broadcasting with deep voice. He thought he was quick to judge about youngs. It is true that they cannot read stories, but they are alive them.
The boss clawed Kisy's ass cheeks with both hands, buried his fingers in her flesh and pressed his dick into her pussy all the way to the bottom. Kisy squealed at the pain of the hard fingers twisting her ass cheeks but wanted more. Maybe other pains in other parts of her body outweigh the itching in her pussy. As the man's cum burned her pussy, she took the tablecloth between her fingers and squeezed it.
While Frank was watching the expressions on Kisy's face with admiration, he did not see that the boss had withdrawn and a customer was now fucking his cute young date's pussy. And the other men gathered around the carefully prepared first date tables.
Kisy relaxed for a moment as a bigger cock than the previous ones entered her pussy. Finally a tool that touches that damn itch. She pushed her ass back as the cock stretched her slippery pussy tunnel. She wanted to find that naughty insect in hiding her deepest and beat it as soon as. Her mouth twisted in pleasure as the cock pressed against the wall of her uterus. As stretched the wall's elastic surface, the itching subsided slightly.
Sure that this would work, she gave her pussy full access to the fucker's glorious cock. While the big dick was fucking her pussy as she deserves, was finally breathing comfortably. She saw the accountant's face to face, watching her with ecstatically.
Frank held Kisy's hands like a lover finding his soul mate on first date. Her face close and away him with each dick-bump. He inhaled her breathes throw of mouth.
Kisy's face changed with the orgasm news and she moaned gratefully for the cock that cured her itch.
“You fuck me very wellhhhh…”
Frank felt proud as if these words had been said to him and as she attackted with orgasm, he not to care her squeezing his hands until hurt.
The man was tall like his dick. While fucking Kisy, his knees had to bend and leg muscles ached. He ignored Kisy's protest as he took his cock back. He grabbed the girl by the shoulders and pulled her, turned her on heels, grabbed red dress around her belly, pulled up, took it off her head and threw it on the marble ground. Lastly, he pulled the red thong's thin string with his one-finger -like a fishrod- and pluck it.
Standing fulnaked in front of the restaurant's date table, Kisy faced the crowd of men waiting their turn for the first time. One, two, five, ten… she stopped counting. She cursed fake profiles who caused her to be here. When she took off her highheels with two simple foot movements, her height instantly shrank and the men grew even larger.
She felt peck-at in pussy-itch as she took a step back across the marble floor with her bare feet and touched her ass to the date table.
“Okay, guys, happy hour…” she stammered… "free to the public…”
She stood on her toes, placed her ass on the table, lay on her back and spread legs. She turned her face to Frank, who was still sitting in the date chair, and asked.