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The Beverage Cart Girl
The Beverage Cart Girl
A coed s side job becomes an education in tumultuous lust.
by Ramone
Quides- listen to the
podcast on Steamy
Stories.
My folks recently moved to a large property in the hills
outside of a major city. I thought it would be cool living in this urban
setting not too far from the college I attended, but I soon found I needed to
supplement both my time and pocketbook.
One of my classmates mentioned a nearby golf course was
looking for a beer cart girl. Her friend had worked there while in school, and
said it was easy making good tip money, so long as you knew how to play the
boys right . Tammy, most of them like cute/sexy , she said. Chat em up,
laugh at their dumb jokes, but cut them off if they get out of line. And most
of all, wear clothes that show off that tight little body of yours.
The last comment felt vague to me. I was hardly one to have
to fend off many boys through high school. I was slim yet strong, having run
cross country and hurdles. My body had stopped growing at 5'1" and a
lithesome 32A-22-33 figure, and I considered myself plain. It didn t help that
my dad was the weightlifting coach and put the fear of God into suitors. Since
I had little experience around older men like the ones I d encounter, she ran
me through some scenarios to help me get the feel of it. It all seemed pretty
simple, so I applied for it and got the job.
At first it was OK. Sure, I would get bored hearing their
dumb stories and comments, but the tips made up for it as I followed my
classmate s suggestions. After a while I became more comfortable with role
playing and started buying cuter outfits while honing my skills at flirting
with these guys. Truth be told, most were easy to manipulate, and I found
pleasure in seeing just how much tip money I could extract from them.
As the next semester came around, my available days changed.
I was disappointed to lose Ladies Wednesdays and hearing all about the goings
on, especially when it came to the salacious trysts among the members. These
ladies knew all, and I began to understand the critical value of discretion.
The rundown on who was sedate, who was fun and playful, and who was a Lothario
helped me proactively manage my interactions with them while maximizing my
income. They taught me some tricks as well, confiding in me that wimpy men
would spend more on you just for the pleasure of your time and company.
Greg West is known to dole out hundreds just to be near a
woman, Margie told me once. That poor sap! He s not bad looking, and with a
little confidence and guidance could be getting laid once in a while.
Rita chimed in. What will your workdays be now?
Tuesdays, Fridays and the weekends.
You ll enjoy Tuesdays for sure, she responded. There s a
foursome of eye candy that any woman would love to wrap themselves around. All
four at once would be dee-liciuos! I wouldn t be surprised if they ve pulled
that off more than once.
Who are they?
Phil, Steve, Ralph and Gerry. We call them the surf brats.
That s how they met and became friends. But beware, they re well-seasoned.
You ll have to be in top form around them. I was certainly interested in
seeing what these four were about.
It wasn t long before the surf brats and I crossed paths. As
described, they were thirty-somethings that were athletic and fun. I confirmed
that they swam and surfed together back in college, and by the looks of their
physiques had kept it up, much to the pleasure of the women I would see
swooning over them at the club.
I was especially interested in Gerry. He was about 6 tall,
with that strong, tapered swimmer s body that looked scintillating. I found
myself looking forward to their company, even dressing special just for them,
but Gerry s eyes and voice cut through all that, like he knew there was lust
beginning the brew within me. And he d be right. Those eyes both melted and
moistened me in a way I d never felt before.
On one particularly slow Tuesday I drove through a sheltered
part of the course and came across Gerry alone with his bag. He was wearing a
muscle shirt that highlighted his features, and those feelings rose in me
again.
Hi Gerry, where s your crew? I asked. They bailed on me ,
he replied. But Tuesdays aren t quite the same if I don t get to see what
you ve prepared for me.
What do you mean? I said rather coyly with a knowing grin.
Exactly, he replied. I could use some Heine.
I looked at him for way too long before I realized he meant
beer (or so I thought), then laughed sheepishly and went to open one. The
thought that he was eying me caused me to lose focus, and the unopened can
slipped from my hand onto the grass. Then to make things worse I picked it up
and opened it without thinking. It sprayed all over the semi-sheer top I d worn
that day, highlighting the braless cami I d put on beneath and my aroused
nipples. I turned towards him, raising my arms and swearing before I realized
how exposed the wet clothing had made me. Flustered and embarrassed for being
so obvious, I walked into the nearby washroom to clean off.
As I tried to dry and settle myself, I heard Gerry near the
doorway. I froze and was afraid to turn around, certain he d see my exposed,
aroused state, and the desire in me. He entered the washroom, walked up to me
and, for a moment, simply stared into my eyes in the mirror. I turned as if
under a spell. Sensing my condition, he easily hoisted me atop the counter, and
planted a long, searing kiss on my lips. Disengaging, he raised his eyebrows
and head slightly, as if asking permission to proceed further. I stared deeply
into those amazing eyes and slowly nodded.
I was flush with desire as he pulled the wet top and cami
over my head and arms, then hoisted me to him. My arms and legs instinctively
wrapped around him as he began kissing and sucking my neck and breasts. My body
let out a yearning moan as I pulled him tight towards me, my splayed pussy
spasming with anticipation as I took in his scent.
After minutes of delirious entanglement he put me down and
backed away a bit. As he pulled his top over his head, I instinctively leaned
forward to pull his shorts and briefs down past his thighs. His semi-erect cock
and bulbous mushroom head sprung from underneath. It was as thick as my wrist
and at least 8 in length. My heart swelled with unbridled lust as I dropped to
my knees and stretched my mouth over its head, slurping it to rock hard
rigidity before he stood me back up, spun me around and placed my outstretched
arms on the wall, saying There s a better place for that right now.
He lifted my skirt and slipped my panties off. Arch your
ass up, he commanded. I willingly complied, aching for him to fill my depths
despite apprehension that much of his massive member would fit. My two previous
sexual partners hadn t had anything like his immense manhood between their
legs, but my cunt was overflowing with anticipation, resolute to submit and be
tamed by this beast. As I heard a condom foil being opened, he licked my pussy
skillfully, causing my legs to shake involuntarily and playing me to the edge
of orgasm. Elevated to the precipice of exhalation, he suddenly stopped, stood
up behind me and rubbed his sheathed cock head across my steamy opening.
Push back if you want this, he said. I arched my back and
eased towards his waiting tool. Despite my excitement and the concern that my
pussy would never submit sufficiently for his plum-like head to fit inside me,
I wouldn t back down. He sensed my situation and used his thumb and forefinger
to part my vulva, then grazed his blunt tip against my opening, lubricating it
with my sodden wetness. I moaned in anticipation and was determined more than
ever to take him into me.
A resolute push popped his crown into me. I gasped
fervently, then remembered where we were and placed a hand over my mouth. He
eased the head out and back multiple times, teasing me while lubricating his
tip, then pushed halfway in, grazing my G-spot with anticipatory delight. I
yelped with pleasure as his massive girth massaged my cunt and induced copious
amounts of juices to flow. I began to wriggle my hips as he returned to slow in
and out motions, working together to find that perfect angle. Soon the planets
aligned, and I let him know by stilling myself. He sensed this and wasted no
time, sliding his entirety into me to crash against my cervix with astounding
delight.
The wind was knocked out of me as I cried out with pleasure,
lost in abandonment from feeling so stretched and full. I was in heaven and
wanted more, needed more. Regaining my breath, I began grinding back into him,
slamming my cheeks against his hips while gasping hungrily for breath. I couldn t
believe I d taken him entirely! That thrill and the blunt cervical contact
brought me to orgasm quickly and violently, causing my legs to buckle under
submission to his onslaught.
He pulled out, spun me around to hoist me, and lowered me
towards his glistening cock. I reached down and guided it into my wanton sex,
then wrapped my legs and arms around him and began riding him unabashedly.
Guttural screams filled the air as he wrenched another explosion from my cunt,
my legs quaking again mercilessly.
He swiftly expunged himself from me, a squelching, popping
sound accompanying the sudden void he d created. As
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The Beverage Cart Girl
A coed s side job becomes an education in tumultuous lust.
by Ramone
Quides- listen to the
podcast on Steamy
Stories.
My folks recently moved to a large property in the hills
outside of a major city. I thought it would be cool living in this urban
setting not too far from the college I attended, but I soon found I needed to
supplement both my time and pocketbook.
One of my classmates mentioned a nearby golf course was
looking for a beer cart girl. Her friend had worked there while in school, and
said it was easy making good tip money, so long as you knew how to play the
boys right . Tammy, most of them like cute/sexy , she said. Chat em up,
laugh at their dumb jokes, but cut them off if they get out of line. And most
of all, wear clothes that show off that tight little body of yours.
The last comment felt vague to me. I was hardly one to have
to fend off many boys through high school. I was slim yet strong, having run
cross country and hurdles. My body had stopped growing at 5'1" and a
lithesome 32A-22-33 figure, and I considered myself plain. It didn t help that
my dad was the weightlifting coach and put the fear of God into suitors. Since
I had little experience around older men like the ones I d encounter, she ran
me through some scenarios to help me get the feel of it. It all seemed pretty
simple, so I applied for it and got the job.
At first it was OK. Sure, I would get bored hearing their
dumb stories and comments, but the tips made up for it as I followed my
classmate s suggestions. After a while I became more comfortable with role
playing and started buying cuter outfits while honing my skills at flirting
with these guys. Truth be told, most were easy to manipulate, and I found
pleasure in seeing just how much tip money I could extract from them.
As the next semester came around, my available days changed.
I was disappointed to lose Ladies Wednesdays and hearing all about the goings
on, especially when it came to the salacious trysts among the members. These
ladies knew all, and I began to understand the critical value of discretion.
The rundown on who was sedate, who was fun and playful, and who was a Lothario
helped me proactively manage my interactions with them while maximizing my
income. They taught me some tricks as well, confiding in me that wimpy men
would spend more on you just for the pleasure of your time and company.
Greg West is known to dole out hundreds just to be near a
woman, Margie told me once. That poor sap! He s not bad looking, and with a
little confidence and guidance could be getting laid once in a while.
Rita chimed in. What will your workdays be now?
Tuesdays, Fridays and the weekends.
You ll enjoy Tuesdays for sure, she responded. There s a
foursome of eye candy that any woman would love to wrap themselves around. All
four at once would be dee-liciuos! I wouldn t be surprised if they ve pulled
that off more than once.
Who are they?
Phil, Steve, Ralph and Gerry. We call them the surf brats.
That s how they met and became friends. But beware, they re well-seasoned.
You ll have to be in top form around them. I was certainly interested in
seeing what these four were about.
It wasn t long before the surf brats and I crossed paths. As
described, they were thirty-somethings that were athletic and fun. I confirmed
that they swam and surfed together back in college, and by the looks of their
physiques had kept it up, much to the pleasure of the women I would see
swooning over them at the club.
I was especially interested in Gerry. He was about 6 tall,
with that strong, tapered swimmer s body that looked scintillating. I found
myself looking forward to their company, even dressing special just for them,
but Gerry s eyes and voice cut through all that, like he knew there was lust
beginning the brew within me. And he d be right. Those eyes both melted and
moistened me in a way I d never felt before.
On one particularly slow Tuesday I drove through a sheltered
part of the course and came across Gerry alone with his bag. He was wearing a
muscle shirt that highlighted his features, and those feelings rose in me
again.
Hi Gerry, where s your crew? I asked. They bailed on me ,
he replied. But Tuesdays aren t quite the same if I don t get to see what
you ve prepared for me.
What do you mean? I said rather coyly with a knowing grin.
Exactly, he replied. I could use some Heine.
I looked at him for way too long before I realized he meant
beer (or so I thought), then laughed sheepishly and went to open one. The
thought that he was eying me caused me to lose focus, and the unopened can
slipped from my hand onto the grass. Then to make things worse I picked it up
and opened it without thinking. It sprayed all over the semi-sheer top I d worn
that day, highlighting the braless cami I d put on beneath and my aroused
nipples. I turned towards him, raising my arms and swearing before I realized
how exposed the wet clothing had made me. Flustered and embarrassed for being
so obvious, I walked into the nearby washroom to clean off.
As I tried to dry and settle myself, I heard Gerry near the
doorway. I froze and was afraid to turn around, certain he d see my exposed,
aroused state, and the desire in me. He entered the washroom, walked up to me
and, for a moment, simply stared into my eyes in the mirror. I turned as if
under a spell. Sensing my condition, he easily hoisted me atop the counter, and
planted a long, searing kiss on my lips. Disengaging, he raised his eyebrows
and head slightly, as if asking permission to proceed further. I stared deeply
into those amazing eyes and slowly nodded.
I was flush with desire as he pulled the wet top and cami
over my head and arms, then hoisted me to him. My arms and legs instinctively
wrapped around him as he began kissing and sucking my neck and breasts. My body
let out a yearning moan as I pulled him tight towards me, my splayed pussy
spasming with anticipation as I took in his scent.
After minutes of delirious entanglement he put me down and
backed away a bit. As he pulled his top over his head, I instinctively leaned
forward to pull his shorts and briefs down past his thighs. His semi-erect cock
and bulbous mushroom head sprung from underneath. It was as thick as my wrist
and at least 8 in length. My heart swelled with unbridled lust as I dropped to
my knees and stretched my mouth over its head, slurping it to rock hard
rigidity before he stood me back up, spun me around and placed my outstretched
arms on the wall, saying There s a better place for that right now.
He lifted my skirt and slipped my panties off. Arch your
ass up, he commanded. I willingly complied, aching for him to fill my depths
despite apprehension that much of his massive member would fit. My two previous
sexual partners hadn t had anything like his immense manhood between their
legs, but my cunt was overflowing with anticipation, resolute to submit and be
tamed by this beast. As I heard a condom foil being opened, he licked my pussy
skillfully, causing my legs to shake involuntarily and playing me to the edge
of orgasm. Elevated to the precipice of exhalation, he suddenly stopped, stood
up behind me and rubbed his sheathed cock head across my steamy opening.
Push back if you want this, he said. I arched my back and
eased towards his waiting tool. Despite my excitement and the concern that my
pussy would never submit sufficiently for his plum-like head to fit inside me,
I wouldn t back down. He sensed my situation and used his thumb and forefinger
to part my vulva, then grazed his blunt tip against my opening, lubricating it
with my sodden wetness. I moaned in anticipation and was determined more than
ever to take him into me.
A resolute push popped his crown into me. I gasped
fervently, then remembered where we were and placed a hand over my mouth. He
eased the head out and back multiple times, teasing me while lubricating his
tip, then pushed halfway in, grazing my G-spot with anticipatory delight. I
yelped with pleasure as his massive girth massaged my cunt and induced copious
amounts of juices to flow. I began to wriggle my hips as he returned to slow in
and out motions, working together to find that perfect angle. Soon the planets
aligned, and I let him know by stilling myself. He sensed this and wasted no
time, sliding his entirety into me to crash against my cervix with astounding
delight.
The wind was knocked out of me as I cried out with pleasure,
lost in abandonment from feeling so stretched and full. I was in heaven and
wanted more, needed more. Regaining my breath, I began grinding back into him,
slamming my cheeks against his hips while gasping hungrily for breath. I couldn t
believe I d taken him entirely! That thrill and the blunt cervical contact
brought me to orgasm quickly and violently, causing my legs to buckle under
submission to his onslaught.
He pulled out, spun me around to hoist me, and lowered me
towards his glistening cock. I reached down and guided it into my wanton sex,
then wrapped my legs and arms around him and began riding him unabashedly.
Guttural screams filled the air as he wrenched another explosion from my cunt,
my legs quaking again mercilessly.
He swiftly expunged himself from me, a squelching, popping
sound accompanying the sudden void he d created. As