Author’s notes: as you can tell, it’s one place in the title and another in the story. Hopefully Denny’s won’t find out. There is a real Denny’s in Waikiki and this location is based on it.
Breakfast at Lenny’s
Chapter Two
I excused myself and went to the restroom, thinking I could give myself a quiet orgasm and release the tension that they had built in me with their little public show—public, but somehow private. I couldn’t figure out how they had made everyone ignore them.
At one of the two sinks I splashed water on my face, hoping that might be enough. When I looked in the mirror after drying my face off I saw the girl behind me, touching up her lipstick. I blushed and dropped my eyes to the sink.
“Enjoy the show?” she asked. Her voice was low, soft, feminine but not girly as her outfit suggested. I swallowed.
“Wh-what show?”
“Come on, lady, I know he let you watch. Sometimes he does things like that. It means he’s got a bigger plan.” She put the lipstick away, pulled a hairbrush out of her purse, and started restyling her long hair.
I shook my head, hoping she’d decide she had it wrong and leave me alone. I just wanted to get into a bathroom stall, get myself off, and go to the beach with my family.
She snorted in derision and reached out to grab my left shoulder, turning me around to face her directly. I looked at the pink ribbons on her feet.
“If he let you watch then you’re next,” she said, her voice letting me know that she liked the idea, found it amusing.
“Please,” I managed before the door slammed open. It was him. I glanced up into his face, his smiling eyes, and then down to his shoes. Black dress shoes, impeccably polished. I resigned myself to paying for the “show,” as she’d put it. Even though I hadn’t asked to watch.
The man put an index finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him.
“Name?”
“Becky.”
“Age?”
“Forty.”
“Well, what did you think, Becky, about watching my slut suck my cock at Denny’s?”
“I worried about my daughter but once I realized she couldn’t see you I loved watching it and felt like your… you were in me—my mouth—and I wanted to be her,” I replied, aghast at my inability to lie. My face was redder than before; my whole body alight with need. I wanted an orgasm so badly.
“P-please,” I managed.
“Please what?”
“Please, I need to… to… org—“
“To cum?” he finished in a sharp voice. I nodded as best I could with his finger still holding my chin up. “I’ll let you cum.” He nodded at the girl—his girl—and she unbuttoned my khaki shorts. I felt so small and underdressed compared to them—unfashionably tacky.
She jerked the shorts down around my knees, effectively hobbling me, exposing my bathing suit bottoms. They were a pink and black floral pattern. I found myself hoping they’d like them and wouldn’t think I was completely lacking in taste.
Still holding my chin with one finger he reached his other hand to trace the lines of my bikini. I shivered at his touch, my crotch clenched involuntarily.
“You want me to fuck your pussy. Say it.”
“I want you to f-f-f…” tears gathered in my eyes. I couldn’t say it.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“Iowa.” I admitted. He laughed.
“Here, let me help you,” he said in a kinder voice. I felt something in my head. I blinked rapidly. “Now, say it.”
“I want you to f-fuck my pu-pu-pussy. Sir,” I added in a moment of inspiration.
“Good girl, Becky. Tell me how much you want me to fuck your pussy.” He continued to stroke me through my bikini, pushing harder with each pass over my clitoris and mound. I couldn’t look down to see what he was doing, only look into his gray eyes.
“I- I,” I licked my lips nervously, “I really, really want you to stick your hard c-cock in me, f-fucking me over and over until you c-cum in me, fill me with your cock and cum. I can’t stand simply standing here and if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to faint.” My voice was stronger by the end of it. I knew just how badly I wanted him in me. And if he could make me comfortable with saying those words, I realized, he could make me want him.
As soon as I realized that, however, it didn’t matter anymore. There was nothing but the truth of my need for him. My bikini bottom was soaked. I could smell myself. I closed my eyes, half ashamed, half hoping.
Without a word he pushed me to face the sink. His shoe tapped the insides of my ankles and I stepped my feet apart as best I could with my knees still hobbled by the shorts. I looked unseeingly into the basin of the sink. I felt his hands on my ass, caressing them firmly, possessing them. He slowly slid my bikini aside. I felt air on my pussy, knew I was exposed to his eyes. That knowledge nearly made me cum. I gripped the Formica and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Nice cunt for a forty year old, Becky. Bet you do kegels.”
“What are kegels?”
“Shhh... no talking, just listen. If you don’t do kegels, you husband must have a pretty small cock. Don’t worry, babe, I’ll fill it up for you. And you’re so wet. My slave’s little act must have really turned you on. Bet you never thought you were gay.”
“I’m not—”
“Shhh. I said, no talking. If you don’t keep quiet I’ll have to shut you up, myself. Now, where was I? Oh yes. You’re husband’s tiny cock and your latent homosexual tendencies and the fact that I’m about to fuck you silly in a public restroom.”
I felt him rubbing his fingertips lightly against my pussy lips, brushing my clit with every downstroke. I couldn’t help but shiver and bit my lips to keep from speaking.
“You know, you’d think that after all these years I’d get bored with this sort of thing, but for evey cunt I fuck there’s an individual woman attached. Last week, Meg from UCLA, getting her master’s in education. Last month, Eva from Spain, visiting Hawai’i on a year’s tour of the Pacific. And you, Iowan native, sheltered, pale, maternal. You, " he paused, “raise and train horses. Explains how fit you are.”
On the word “fit” he finally parted my lips and sank a finger into my pussy. I came. I couldn’t help it. I arched back against his finger, aching for more inside me, my muscles spasming around him. He chuckled softly and withdrew his finger. I whimpered and wriggled my ass at him, hoping he’d give me something more.
“That’s right, beg like the little slut you are, but you just remember I’m going to fuck you because I want to, not because you want me to.”
With that he plunged into me to the hilt. I felt his balls slap against my clit. He was bigger than my husband. Much bigger. I felt so full I came again. He didn’t give me time to catch my breath, he just kept fucking my wet hot snatch with a vicious rhythm that made me scream.
“Keep your eyes open, Becky, see what you look like when a good cock makes you cum,” he whispered in my ear. His hands gripped my hips, pulled me against him again and again. I opened my eyes and watched my body move to meet him, my breasts swinging against the fabric of my bikini top and shirt, nipples hard and visible. I saw women walk by us, oblivious, and it made me hotter. At any moment, I knew, he could let them see me for the whore that I was, the adulteress. My priest would never believe me when I went to confession. I came again.
And again. He didn’t stop. I didn’t stop. The feeling of his cock in me was incredible. The best dick I’ve ever had. Wide enough to stretch me, long enough to penetrate me completely, and hard enough to make me want him to just go on and on and on. Women washed their hands at the sink next to me, got their hands within inches of my face to get to the soap, but they never blinked, never saw, never heard.
“Yeah, you liked watching her suck my cock. The same one that’s in you right now was in her mouth just a few minutes ago. And I bet you wish you could suck on something right now. Have your mouth filled at the same time as I fill your cunt with my dick. Slut, put your fingers in her mouth.”
She stepped over to me, leaned one hip against the countertop, and caressed my cheeks for a few moments before pushing a finger into my already open mouth. I closed my lips around it and suckled automatically, grunting around it every time her master pounded in to me. She inserted a second finger, then a third. My lips fit perfectly around her fingers and my tongue followed them caressing them, as she pumped them in and out of my mouth. He was right, it felt wonderful to have something pumping into my mouth and pussy at the same time.
I couldn’t help but scream around her fingers every time I came, although my cries grew weaker. It seemed like he pumped in and out of me for hours and I had difficulty keeping myself upright.
He growled like an animal when he came in me, his fingers digging into my ass and pulling me against him. I could feel his cock pumping his cum in and I came again, nearly passing out. My arms gave out and I let myself fall against the countertop and sink, getting my t-shirt all wet, groaning.
“That’s right,” he breathed, “that’s right, you little cunt. You just let my cum seep into you and we’ll see how your husband likes licking it out later.”
My eyes grew wide and I looked at him through the mirror. His girl still had her fingers in my mouth, her thumb gripping the underside of my jaw to keep them in place. Her smile grew bigger when she saw my reaction.
“You heard me. First you’re going to give him the best blowjob of his life, then you’re going to beg him to go down on you. How much better it will feel knowing he’s lapping up my cream. It’ll make you cum more than his best fuck ever did. And if he wants to screw you afterwards—if he’s got the energy—you’ll beg him to do you in the ass. You ever get ass-fucked before, Becky?”
I shook my head no and tried not to cry.
“Tell her what it feels like, my little bitch,” he said to his girl.
“It feels fiiiine,” she purred at him.
“And it’ll feel fine when he does it to you, Becky. It’ll feel so good you’ll want it as much as you want your cunt fucked. Now,” he said, pulling his still erect cock out of me, “adjust that bikini, pull up those shorts, and do everything in your power to get your husband home for some good lovin’.” He laughed and stepped away. His girl immediately let go of my jaw and knelt to clean him with her tongue then tucked everything away as neat as you please. You couldn’t tell he had just taken me.
“And your daughter. She gets her good looks from you. Too bad I don’t have the time today to have a ménage a trois with you both.”
They left and I gathered the energy to pull my clothes back together. I went into an empty stall and sat on the toilet seat, trying to recover. A few minutes later I heard the door to the restroom open and close.
“Mom?”
“I’m here, sweetie. I just need a moment. I think not eating made me light-headed.”
“Okay. Dad and I will be waiting outside.”