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 ï>¿TITLE: The busboy
AUTHOR: Schaid
STORYCODES: Fb, straight, pedo, oral
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   Chicago - December 5th - 1949

   Carol Morris' partner whom she'd only ever known by his first name,
Frank, had shown time and again that he was a skilled driver, having stolen
his first car only as a teenager.  But even so, he had not been able to
keep control of their jalopy of a car on the icy road.

   They had rammed into the lamp post at full speed, instantly knocking him
out on the steering wheel.  She was in the backseat at the time, but while
she had been knocked around, she wasn't badly hurt.

   Grabbing the bag with the money, she opened the backdoor of the car. 
'No point in them both getting pinched by the cops', she thought.

   She had urged Frank to step on the gas, the accident was partly her
fault, but right then she felt no remorse leaving him there.

   When she stepped out she noticed it had started snowing, which meant she
would have to get inside even quicker, or she would leave a perfect track
for the cops to follow.  It was a matter of minutes, or likely even less,
as the cops were definitely on their way.  Simply because after robbing a
bank, that was usually how it went.

   As fast as her high-heeled stilettos would allow, she hurried down the
empty street, her extravagant fur coat doing little to protect her from the
chilly wind, as did the short black dress she wore underneath.

   Hearing imaginary police sirens in the distance - or maybe they were
real, she wasn't sure - she discovered a man and a woman exiting a
restaurant on the opposite side of road.

   The loving couple didn't pay her any attention as she went across the
road and entered through the doors of the building.

   It was a relief getting inside someplace warm, and perhaps safe to stay
until things outside had cooled down.

   The restaurant seemed small but was tastefully furnished, with lit
candles on all the white tablecloth tables, some Christmas decorations
hanging around, and just an overall quaint feeling to the whole locale. 
She could also hear the voice of Bing Crosby singing on the radio.

   But despite all that, it was empty, except for a young busboy cleaning
one of the tables were the couple had been dining.  He was dressed in a
black shirt and pants, as well as a white apron.  He hadn't heard her come
in.

   Suddenly the tunes of 'White Christmas' abruptly stopped.  She turned
her head and observed a gray haired man in his 50s, probably the owner,
standing next to the radio a few feet away.

   "Hello there Miss", he said.  "I'm sorry, but we're just about to
close."

   David, the busboy, turned around and looked at her.  His first thought
was that she looked way to spiffy for this place.  Her age was probably
around the same as his mother's, who'd just turned thirty-two a few months
ago.  This woman had blond, curly, stylized hair, which was glistening from
wet snowflakes.  She also wore a very colorful red lipstick, which caused
him to be dreamily fascinated by her lips when she started talking.

   "Could I at least have something to drink, a glass of water?" Carol
suggested, gripping her bag tighter.  She considered reaching into it and
get the revolver, but the owner looked like a capable man and he was
currently walking up to her.  He might be able react quicker than her if
she pulled the gun on him.  She had only fired it a couple of times before.


   "Unfortunately not", the man said, calmly, as he blocked her way, "but
there's another establishment further up the street that should still be
open for a while longer."

   "Please?" she said, trying to not sound like some obnoxious broad.  It
was pretty obvious that the man would rather tell her to get out.

   The man was about to say something when instead the busboy behind him
spoke up.  "I can get her a glass of water."

   The boy's voice was light and nervous but it caused the man to close his
mouth again.  Then he drew a deep sigh while rolling his eyes before he
turned, and looked at the boy.  "Then you'll have to stay behind and close
up the place".

   "I can do that", he said proudly, having just been given such a big
responsibility.

   "Ok then, David", the man smiled towards Carol and grabbed his hat and
coat from a hanger, "make sure that all of the doors are locked when you're
done."

   "Yes, of course!"

   "See you tomorrow, and bye to you Miss", the man said while flipping the
'OPEN' sign on the door to 'CLOSED' then walked past her.

   When he had left, the boy pulled out a chair by one of the tables near
the windows.  "Have a seat."

   "Thank you very much, David", she said, and let herself be seated,
putting the bag on the chair next to hers, and observed that with her 5' 8"
when using the stiletto shoes, she comically dwarfed the poor boy, making
him at least eight inches short than her.

   She instantly fell in love with the busboy's genuine kindness.  He
seemed to take his job very seriously even though he didn't appear to quite
have reached his teens yet.  He was a keen looking kid, and she
delightfully stared at his cute behind as he walked off to fetch her a
glass of water.

   A moment later he returned, put the glass on her table and politely
waited for her to take a sip.

   Finding herself getting attracted to the boy, even though it wasn't the
right time or place, her experience told her that there wasn't anything
that could be done about it, just accept and subdue to her feelings and her
body's desires.  Her cunt was already getting wet.

   Taking pleasure in being watched, she suggestively let her fur coat
slide down at the back of the chair, hoping that her indecently low cut
black dress, that did a superb job of showing off her breasts, wouldn't
give the oblivious boy too much of a shock.

   She also crossed her black stockingclad legs, as to not give him too
much of a good view since she didn't wear panties.  Adding to her seductive
look she wore long matching satin opera gloves, and the boy was clearly not
unaffected by her choice of clothing.

   The juices between her legs were practically flowing at that moment, the
smell her own arousal already reaching her nostrils and she wondered if the
boy could smell it too.  She looked out the window.

   It was like a real snowstorm out there, still no people or cops in
sight, and briefly she thought about Frank.  'The cops must've found him by
now, and would it be possible that he was still alive?'

   "How come you are so well dressed?" the boy asked.

   She looked at him, barley managing to keep a straight face when she
noticed that there was a apparent hardon inside his pants.  He seemed
unaware of it.  "I always dress up before a job".

   "What kind of job?"

   "This time it was robbing a bank".

   "Hah, sure!" He grinned broadly.

   She smiled back at him as she got thinking about the money.  Paying off
all her debts back in New Jersey would make her life so much easier.  The
rest of it she would spend on luxurious items, clothes from the finest
stores and of course, a lot of the money would go to her guilty pleasure;
boy prostitutes.

   Seducing young boys, even as an attractive woman, wasn't always easy, so
over the last few years she had always preferred to pay for services from
the ones that did it for a living.  The boys she encountered weren't used
to have a woman customer and she always enjoyed their initial reaction when
she walked up to them and asked for sex.

   She wondered if she could pay this busboy to have sex with her.

   "Say, how much do you earn doing this job", she asked, still looking at
him, "if you don't mind me asking?"

   "Five dollars a week."

   "I see...  well then, how would you like to earn..." she started saying,
opening her bag, careful not to show him the contents, reached inside and
pulled out a twenty-dollar bill "...four weeks worth of pay, in just one
evening?"

   "Wow", he almost shouted as he watched her put the money on the table.
"What would I have to do?"

   "You'd have to have sex with me", she said, finally taking a sip from
her glass of water only to calm herself.

   There was a moment of silence, and the boy looked very confused.  "Uh,
what do you mean?"

   "Look, if you don't want to earn twenty dollars, I'm not going to force
you."

   "But I don't know if I can do it."

   "Well, I think you can", she said, nodding towards the bulge in his
pants.

   He looked downwards and his face instantly blushed when he noticed his
erection.

   "I'm sorry", he stammered, still looking down, and she thought it funny
how quickly his body had started to shiver, partly in hopeful anticipation,
but probably mostly fear.  He wouldn't prove difficult.

   "For what?" she asked, grabbing his shirt to assure him it would be best
to not run away.  "Turn around."

   Only half willingly he did what he was told, letting her undo his apron.
She flung it to the floor and made him turn around again.

   Still sitting on the chair, her hands shivering just a little, she also
managed to undo the button in his pants and pull down the zipper.

   They made eye contact, and while the boy did it unintentionally and
wasn't comfortable with it at all, she on the other hand, enjoyed it
tremendously.  The shaking of his knees got increasingly worse as she
dragged down his pants and underwear.  She then caressed his right leg to
try and make him feel a little more at ease.

   Wanting to prolong the moment and to not make him more nervous, she
didn't look directly at his penis at first, but she wasn't able to keep her
eyes away from it for long.

   His balls were hairless, looking very smooth and his cock was throbbing
like crazy, standing right up in full attention.  The sight of it excited
her so much that she also quickly had to stand up.

   Again dwarfing the boy with her height, she placed her hand over his
cock and balls, hoping the soft material of her glove wouldn't add too much
to the sensation of being touched down there, and accidentally have him cum
too early.  She leaned over and kissed his mouth.

   "This is sort of nice, isn't it?" she asked, taking a gentle but firm
grip around his cock and slowly started to masturbate him.  She was gentle,
probably as gentle as his mom when helping him comb his hair before the
family went to church on Sundays.  The thought of doing this to someones
child, was as always very thrilling.

   The boy, not able to utter words at that very moment, his eyes shut, his
mouth hanging open, he still answered her question.

   A pleased expression on her face as well, still holding his cock in her
hand, she elegantly walked up behind the boy and lightly rested her head on
his shoulder.  She knew that her heavy breathing into his ear would excite
him even more, and as she hugged him from behind with her other arm, her
soft breasts pressing into his back, she kept pulling on his cock, treating
it like it was her own.

   When she felt how his cock began pulsating more than it already had
been, she knew what was coming.  She looked forward to it, and jerked his
cock harder, at the same time cupping her other hand infront of it not
bothered by having her glove getting sticky with cum.

   She tried to aim his cock downwards as much as possible without hurting
or making it too unpleasant for him when he orgasmed.  She felt like
cheering him on, as remarkably long and thick blasts of sperm kept shooting
out from the tip of his spasming cock, into her cupped hand.  She had never
seen anything like it, and it was a wonderful sight.

   Through the glove she felt the heat of the huge amount of collected cum
in the palm of her hand, having been able to keep most of it from hitting
the floor.  The boy's legs now really unstable, she let him go and he
stumbled forward.

   First making sure that he remembered how to breathe properly, as well
collecting his thoughts, David turned around and leaned against the table.
His eyes widened as he watched the woman use her tongue to gracefully lick
what was left of his cum from her glove, seemingly just for her own
enjoyment.  It was such a lewd thing for him to witness, and it kept his
cock standing straight up.

   When Carol finished, now wanting that cock more than ever, she got down
on her knees in front of the boy and quickly had her red lips around it, as
if afraid if she didn't do it fast enough, his virile penis would somehow
lose it's hardness.

   Loving the feeling of his perfectly sized shaft throbbing in her mouth,
the salt bitterness of the remaining cum oozing out from his peehole right
onto her tongue, she sucked him clean with such eagerness that she almost
had to tell herself to calm down.

   He would still be sensitive, but his young age pretty much guaranteed
that he would be able to cum at least twice in row.  She wasn't sure about
a third time, and while it would've been nice with a mouthful of cum
directly from the source, her cunt felt like it was on fire.  If she didn't
get that cock inside her cunt soon, she might even croak from being too
horny.

   "How do you like it so far?" she asked, licking her lips just to tease
him.

   "I-I really like it."

   "Do you want to fuck me now?" she asked, standing up, getting her
breasts to about the same level as his face, inches away.  "Well, do you?
That's what I'm really paying for."

   "Yes I would." His eyes went from her cleavage up to her face.

   She walked up to one of the nearby tables and moved the candle out of
the way.

   Lifting up her dress when not wearing panties got her naked ass and
hairy pussy into full display, especially as she bent over the table and
spread her legs.  Her body was in good shape, and while her ass was only
somewhat big and well rounded, it must've seemed very large to the small
boy.

   She looked over her shoulder, and presenting herself that way, she
didn't have to ask the boy to come closer.

   He walked up to her with a deeply concentrated look on his face, his
hard cock in his hand, placing the top of it at her cunt's slick entrance.

   She giggled when she realized that he was standing on tiptoes in order
to reach up.

   "That's it", she grinned, pushing back, making them both sigh with
pleasure as the boy's cock slid in smoothly between her pussy lips.  When
he reached in as far as he could go, since she wanted him to be able to
fuck her without too much trouble, she got rid of her shoes, and the cold
floor against her feet did nothing to dampen her lust.

   The sensation of being inside a woman for the first time was really
overwhelming for David, first gently thrusting his penis in and out from
her warm and wet hole, experimenting.  Simply watching his penis disappear
and reappear, successively getting covered in more of her wetness, was
easily the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

   His mind started to wander as he started to compare the feeling of her
mouth to her vagina, trying to think of which one of them he liked the
most. But suddenly he felt how his penis was getting pleasantly crushed,
instantly bringing him back to reality, and despite his inexperience he
knew then that the best thing to do, and definitely what he wanted nothing
more than, was to start fucking this woman as rapidly as he could.

   Carol's greedy cunt wouldn't allow him at first, almost not letting him
pick up any rhythm after it recognized his penetrating cock and its young
but still baby making cum, located close by inside its balls, and instead
just sucked him inside.

   The boy wasn't about to give up however, and a million times more
confident now, or maybe it was just pure lust that had taken over, he
grabbed her hips and finally sped up his fucking motions.

   He wasn't just fucking her fast, but he was fucking her hard.  As hard
as a boy could anyway.  The sound of her thighs and buttocks as he smashed
into them with his body echoing in the empty restaurant, and becoming
louder for every second.

   "Oh God, oh God, oh God", she kept repeating as she yelled out her
pleasure, her sudden orgasm rocking her body so hard that she had to grab
the sides of the table.

   "I'm doing it again", David exclaimed, his second orgasm about to
arrive.

   Her mind was in a trance and she was still cumming when he started to
squirt his load inside of her, the squishy noises of his cum and her juices
mixing together and becoming more and more apparent.

   The boy's quick pace finally slowed down, his body overly satisfied and
getting tired, now barley able to use his legs and stand up at all.  His
cock being as spent as he was, it was becoming softer, soon sliding out
from the womans warm and tender cunt.

   As the boy pulled his underwear and pants back up, Carol was doing her
best to stand up.  When she managed, her legs not exactly stable either,
she walked to the table with the twenty-dollar bill and picked it up. 
Folding it neatly, she walked back to the boy and put the money into the
pocket of his shirt.

   "Do you know if there's any nice hotels close by?" she asked, making
sure her dress looked fine.  No one would be able to tell that she had just
taken advantage of a boy and had him shoot his cum deep inside her cunt.

   "Not many nice ones, I think, except for The Drake Hotel.  But it's
really expensive."

   "Think you can walk me there and show me the way, if it's not too far?
And if you're...  not too tired?" she grinned.

   "I'm OK", the boy said and returned her smile.  "Yeah, I can definitely
do that."

   "You can definitely do that, huh?" her grin got even wider.  "Does that
perhaps mean that you'd even be up for earning a little more money?"
   THE END