The Diner

(Photograph found from torturerack)

The local diner had been around for years, exchanging hands and names until it became Danny’s Diner. When Danny bought it, there were some nights when it “closed” at 9 to regular customers, but stayed open much later for a select number of customers who were privileged to enjoy items off a secret menu. Not every night, but at least once a month.

The nights always varied, but they knew when it would happen when Danny’s girl worked a waitressing shift. She went to a college a little out of ways from their town, so she was pretty busy, lately especially because she was finishing up her last year. But every now and then she stepped in to help, and because Danny wanted her to, and because, it was understood, she wanted to.

Everyone agreed Danny was a good man. He was born and raised in their town, had quarterbacked for their high school’s championship team, gone away for college but then came back, bought a bar and then several months ago, bought the diner, and now he split his time between both. He had a special fondness for the diner though, it was where he and his girl had first met, though they didn’t get together until a few years later when she was entering college and Danny was graduating.

Today Danny’s girl started her shift at 4. She smiled at everyone, she was a friendly girl, everyone liked to see her with Danny. She walked around taking orders and delivering food, and those who knew about the diner’s special nights couldn’t take their eyes off her. Her hips and bottom swayed side to side, and her breasts swelled ripely behind the shirt uniform, pushing up against the crisp fabric.

Danny had hobbled his girl just above the knees, where the rope was hidden by her skirt. It caused her to walk with her legs splayed out a bit, so she could only taking these mincing steps, or what he called her “teensy-weensy walk”.

Danny and his girl worked well together in the diner. She was always nuzzling up to his side when she had to speak to him, rubbing her body against his eagerly. As for Danny, he took every free opportunity he had to fondle his girl right up in public, like squeezing her breast with one large palm, just laying his hand upon her soft flesh and giving it a couple of pumps through her shirt, or palming her bottom and giving it a couple hard smacks just because he could.

Every now and then she stepped behind the counter so Danny could blot her between the legs. This was so no one could see her excitement trickling down the insides of her thighs. It was up to her when she approached Danny to take care of her in this way. He kept track of the napkins he used to clean her up in a separate basket off to the side. She was accountable for her own messes, he told her. A couple times in the past he hadn’t bothered with cleaning her up during the shift and everyone could see how slippery and shiny her thighs became as she got increasingly excited.

Finally the last bell was rung and people departed until the only folks left were people who were privileged to remain behind. Danny’s girl was pretty much as turned on as a body could be; she was trembling as she helped him wipe down the countertops, her eyes flickering back and forth each of the remaining patrons.

“Go on back and get ready, honey,” Danny said, patting her on her bottom. “I put out your outfit in your locker.”

She blushed and eagerly minced her way into the back.

Meanwhile Danny put a basket of crumpled tissue on the counter. All the blinds in the diner were already shut and closed to the outside street. He poured a glass of water and put it to the side; that was for his girl because all the things he put her through usually made her work up a good sweat.

His girl pushed through the back door. Her outfit was sheer stockings held up by tiny garters, and a creamy, ruffled cotton bottom that barely covered her cheeks. She was wearing shiny black pumps and no top whatsoever. Her breasts were pale swells with peaked nipples. She walked out with her hands at her sides, and when she came to a stop in the middle of the diner, she put her shoulders back and folded her arms behind her, and thrust those gently sloping tits out for everyone, just pretty as you please.

Her eyes fell on the basket of used tissue on the counter.

“You’ve been very horny today, haven’t you?” Danny asked.

“Yes, Danny.” Her voice was sweet and clear.

Danny shook his head. “What should you call me when we’re at work?”

Her voice dropped. “Mr. Hollander.”

“Good girl.” Pause. “Good cock-slut.”

She gave a full-bodied shiver that was almost like a wiggle.

Danny took the basket in one hand. He held it up to his face and breathed in the scent through his nose while his girl watched him with a blush on her cheeks and needy eyes. Keeping his eyes locked to hers, he tipped the basket over, strewing its contents all over the diner floor.

He walked behind his girl and set the empty basket down on the floor before going back to her. Both of his hands cupped her breasts and milked them, pulling at their tips until they were swollen tight. Everyone could see how his forefinger and thumb compressed the pillowy nipples, hard, until her hips were shifting restlessly against him.

He said in her ear, softly but it was so quiet everyone could hear, “You may clean this mess up, honey. You may do it on your hands and knees. You may use your mouth to pick up your used tissue and carry it to the wastebasket. When you’re done, you’ll tell me how many pieces of tissue I had to use to clean up your sopping cunt this shift instead of letting you dribble all down your legs. Then you may thank me for performing this service for you with your cunt-mouth, my darling cock-slave.”

“Yes, Mr. Hollander,” his girl gasped.

He was really pinching her nipples quite hard through his instructions.

“Good girl,” said Danny. “One last thing.”

He took a couple red rubberbands from his pockets, and bound her nipples up in the elastic until her teats poked out nearly an inch. To cap it off, he settled two wooden clothespins on each tip, the same clothespins used to pin up the waitresses’ orders in the diner kitchen.

His girl was breathing rapidly through the pain blooming through her beautifully adorned and tortured chest. Danny gave the undersides of her breasts a couple gentle strokes with the backs of his fingers, and then he tapped meaningfully on her shoulders. She kneeled down instantly, sinking to her hands and knees.

Danny moved back and leaned against a stool at the counter, his legs crossed at the ankles, to watch his girl.

She licked her lips and set to work. There was a mound of tissue that had spilled over. It was a pleasure to watch her nose through the pile of damp tissue to lick one up and crawl to the basket. She seemed to be holding each piece gingerly between her lips, for if she moistened them too much, they stuck to her wet mouth and then she had to shake her head quickly while pursing her lips and trying to blow it off. She blushed bright red whenever this happened.

Halfway through her chore, Danny summoned her to his heel. Literally.

“Heel, my darling cock-slut,” he said, and she crawled instantly to his feet. “Kneel up.”

He leaned down and kissed her expectant face, so tenderly that everyone watching coughed a little and looked away, busying themselves with shifting their aching cocks in their pants, the first movement they’d dared to make lest they disrupt the scene.

“Undo the laces, honey, and help me out of my shoes,” said Danny.

His girl lowered herself from her hands onto her forearms. She bent her face over his shoes. She was crouched so low, the clothespins on her nipples tapped on the floor in quiet clicks. She took his shoelaces in her mouth, one end at a time, and pulled them loose. Then, sitting back on her heels, she pulled the shoes off and set them to the side.

“Thank you, honey. Get on up here, cock-slave.”

She scrambled up as Danny pulled her into him so that both her legs swung over his lap. He pulled off the clothespins and the rubberbands, which made her cry out and her eyes fly shut, but they half-opened again when Danny put his mouth on each of her nipples, sucking and licking while his other hand gently thumbed at the other bud, before switching his ministrations. When he stopped, both nipples were puffy and red.

“You got some more clean up to do,” he reminded her.

She drew in a shuddering breath. “Yes, Mr. Hollander.”

He eased her back to her feet, but not before he took her mouth with his again, and then closed his teeth on the skin of her rounded shoulder, sucking hard and nipping her, marking her before everyone.

She was back at her task with Danny’s mark on her shoulder. It seemed to go much more quickly then, the floor was soon clean.

“How many pieces of tissue did I have to use to mop up after your horny cunt?” Danny inquired.

“Thirty seven pieces, Mr. Hollander.”

“Is your cunt still wet?”

“Yes, Mr. Hollander.”

“My cock-slut is always wet, isn’t she?” Danny smiled. “Bring me my little cunt-mouth now and thank me for cleaning up after you.”

She crawled on hands and knees across the room back to Danny, who had his pants undone only so far as to pull his cock out. Because of his height on the stool, his girl had to stand to her feet to position her face over his hard length, which she did by spreading her legs and bending at the waist over his lap.

The diner patrons watched as she sucked and licked and worshipped with her mouth her Master’s hard cock. Danny watched the top of her head move adoringly upon him, his frame becoming tenser and tenser, until he ground out, “Someone — someone, quick, spank her. I’m not going to come in her unless she’s been punished — she gets my come as her reward.”

The man closest to them got up from his booth and walked over. He gripped Danny’s girl firmly by her waist with one hand to hold her in place. In this time, she had never stopped sucking Danny’s cock. She continued to do so even when the diner customer’s hand came down on her bottom in a hard swat. He started slowly, but gradually increased the speed and force to a rhythmic smacking.

As she was soundly spanked through the thin cotton layer of her panties, she moaned around her Master’s cock, making eager, slurping noises. Then Danny was coming, thrusting his hips up, his hands coming to hold her head down over his groin, she made wet gurgling noises as she tried to swallow all of his load.

Danny thanked the patron for administering the spanking, saying he couldn’t have done a finer job of it. He zipped himself back up and praised his girl for her service.

There was going to be more to this story but I ran out of time to continue it. If you’d like it to continue, leave me your thoughts in the comments!