Out on the highway, she rolled down the window and let the cool fall air hit her in the face. It felt like freedom. For the first time in her life, she felt truly alive. Her anxiety lingered, but at least now it was coupled with hope at a real future of her choosing and not the one that someone else demanded she accept.
Just as Malcolm had predicted, her new boss took her explanation about her name without so much as a twitch and had put her on the floor with another server to train for a couple of days. Unlike a lot of places around the area, they didn’t pay server wages, so she’d at least earn minimum wage while she was learning. As long as she picked up fast, she’d be on her own and getting additional tips in a few days, according to Leyla, her trainer.
“You want to get weekends when you can. This place is packed up from about Friday after work to late Sunday evening. You can make a killing.”
“That would be good. I really need the money.”
“Make friends with the teenagers that are still in high school. They’ll trade you their weekends for your weekdays unless you piss them off. They’re spiteful like that, but they want weekends off and the boss makes everyone do a weekend rotation. Only way to get rid of it is to trade with someone, so they are always eager to switch shifts. They need the party time more than they need the dough.”
“Got it. Thanks.”
They weren’t terribly busy, but it was a Monday. Leyla said it was a good time to train but a terrible time to make any money. She said Wednesday would be busy too. People liked tacos before or after church, for some reason, and this was a “God-fearing town.” Autumn noted it all, feeling better about her chances at making enough to move on at some point soon.
When her shift was over, she went home to find Malcolm had run her a bath and poured her a glass of wine so she could relax for a bit. She wasn’t sure when he had done it, but he had also picked up some bubble bath somewhere, which she was grateful for. Afterward, she dried off and returned to the front room, standing in front of him and dropping her towel as she straddled him on the sofa.
He smiled at her and she leaned in to kiss him. She wanted him, but she was so tired. Instead, she found herself moving downward, getting onto her knees and pushing his legs open.
“What is it that you are doing?”
“Taking what I want,” she replied, slowly unzipping his jeans and slipping them downward, dragging his boxer briefs along with them and pulling them from his ankles.
She lowered her head, taking his cock gently between her lips. Though he started soft, he wasted no time in reacting to her touch, pulsating and springing to life within the confines of her mouth until he was rock hard for her. She continued to flick her tongue up and down the length of him, enjoying the way he throbs against her lips, his cock growing even longer and harder with each moment.
Malcolm groaned, enjoying the way she was teasing him, and it had an effect on her as well. She felt herself getting wetter, more shameless as he got harder against her tongue. When she could no longer take it, she stood again, straddling him on the sofa and lowering herself onto his cock. His mouth found one of her hardened nipples as he pierced her center, suckling and tugging at it with his mouth as she rode him in long, slow strokes.
Their moans coupled together, bouncing off the walls around them, growing loud enough that they would have been heard by the neighbors if there had been any to hear.
“God, yes,” she cried out, her body contorting as he seemed to hit her very core with the length of his massive cock.
His hands grabbed her waist, pulling her up and thrusting her back down onto him so hard that she bounced back up off his swollen member. He could feel the spray of her climaxes as she came over and over, letting him fuck her until she was nothing more than a soggy mess in his hands.
“My turn,” he finally said, slowing the pace until he was on the edge and then speeding it up, listening to the shrieks of pain mixed with pleasure as he hit bottom over and over and then held her there, filling her with the fruits of their labor.
They sat like that for a few moments, enjoying the aftermath of their tryst. Then, she pulled herself up, her pussy dripping strings of cum down her thighs as she stepped away. She went to the bathroom to clean herself back up and put on some clothes. When she returned, he had done the same. They cuddled on the sofa together for a while and then moved to the bed where they fell asleep wrapped up in one another to sleep peacefully.