Just Another Day update

Crush’s usually ragged outfit was now down to only her vest, her gloves, and her boots. She was bent over the counter of the Big Belly Burger she’d gone into, had been ever since the register monkey had started taking her order. The man who’d wanted her had ripped up her shirt and tore off her pants—since they were essentially decaying already, that was no big loss. Then he’d kissed and licked her plump ass, Crush receptively resting her head on her forearms as he lavished her puckered anus with saliva.

The register monkey had told her he’d have her food out in a minute, but Crush was still waiting, nothing to do but to cooperate with the ass-fuck. And even that was taking forever, as the guy was jabbing his tongue into her asshole as if she needed any preparation after all the cock she’d taken through the backdoor.

He got an inch or so into her anus. Crush’s notice of being penetrated, if only by a tongue, played over her savagely cute features. He kept at it, though, which had her biting her lip in impatience. When was he going to get to the good stuff? And when was her food going to get here?

She squirmed heatedly when the man actually went lower, licking at her glistening pussy for about a minute. Crush stifled a yawn. Cunnilingus never did it for her. No one could pound her with a tongue the way they could with a dick. Even when she was feeling lesbian-y, it was fists or nothing at all.

The guy finally stopped tonguing her and came up to shove himself into her cunt. His shaft went in quick and easy, soaking in her aroused juices like the fries cooking in hot grease behind the counter. His hands locked on her round hips and he started thrusting hard: ramming her, pulling back until only his cockhead was still stuck in her, ramming her again.

Crush was bumped back and forth until her shoulder knocked over a St. Jude’s charity box. A small smile cracked her lips. It wasn’t of pleasure. It was anticipation. If he’d only do this to her ass, she might not frag this place for taking so long with her burger.

He fucked her for another two minutes, sending her through at least one orgasm while being nowhere near his own end. Finally, he pulled his hard prick away from her, slapping it against her hip to actually rid it of some of the dripping excess lubrication from being inside her climaxing pussy, before jamming it into her anal opening. His swollen glans glistened in the last of the light before disappearing into her dark crevice.

The man pulled back on Crush’s hips even as he put pressure on her asshole. Crush’s eyes shut. She gritted her teeth. What was taking so long?

Finally, the knob slipped in. He stopped pushing. Crush found that her breathing was a little quicker than usual. He slapped her ass a few times, not like a man disciplining a submissive woman, but like someone would bang on a soda machine when it had eaten their dollar.

Then, apparently satisfied with how relaxed Crush’s anal passage was, he pushed into her until his cock was buried to the hilt. He draped his upper body over her muscular back, curving his arms around her to seize hold of her dangling breasts, but only for a good handhold as he pumped into her. He didn’t want to knock this nice, tight hole over the counter and into the kitchen, after all.

He started slow. Stroking in, almost coming out, squeezing all the stress of her tightness into her own breasts as he penetrated her. Soon he was pounding harder, really satisfying himself with how fast he could pump her, and Crush wiggled her ass and hunched along with the heightened pace.

Crush slipped a hand down to her groin, down to her clit—figuring that if he didn’t have a full twelve inches, she’d just have to help herself come from all this.

Then he got creative. Holding her down with his hands at her back dimples, he removed himself from Crush’s ass, slipped back in, came right back out. Her anus sucked at him, trying to get him to stay inside, then trying to return to its former tightness before he barreled back in.

Crush could only hold onto the counter for relief as spasms wracked her. It wasn’t quite as bad, or as good, as that first shock of being sodomized, but having him reenter her again and again felt a bit like having fingers added on the lead-up to being fisted. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she enjoyed her sweet usage.

Then she felt him push hard into her asshole, like he was trying to get into her bowels, before his hot cock shot a full load into the space he’d conquered. His cum was blistering hot, yet despite lashing her sensitive tissues with pain, it worked as both a relaxant and a lubricant.

The man kept pounding away with his hips and Crush held herself rigid to fully be hilted until he was done with her. Each thrust crowded her with sperm and drove his prick a little deeper into her tract.

Finally, the man sagged weakly over his back. He came away, leaving his load where she was dark and tight, and went to wash up while Crush’s buttocks quivered and cum drooled from her splayed anus.

Crush moved to sit back down on one of the stools that lined the counter, but she’d barely cracked a kink from her back when a waitress returned from delivering an order to a table.

“Let me get that for you,” the adorable little waitress said, kneeling down and then pushing Crush’s legs up to her chest to raise her groin into the air. Her tongue quickly fluttered at Crush’s cheeks, zeroing in on the puckered ring that had just finished being used. Crush exhaled satisfactorily as her anus was lapped and tickled. Who would’ve guessed you could get this much service from fast food?

Now if only they remembered she’d ordered no pickles…