Short Order Long Coc

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge, below this line are exactly 750 words:

"Order up!". The bell rings and my heart sinks. Sometimes I hate this job. The cook is cute, but the way he treats me...

I rush to grab the plates. "C'mon Tom!"

"You know the drill Chloe," he says flatly, "gotta pay the tax," as he withholds the steaming plates from me.

I turn, presenting my ass towards him. He squeezes my left cheek roughly. "You have the ass of a goddess Chloe. What I wouldn't give..."

"Keep dreaming Tom, never going to happen."

He's right, my ass is divine, as is the rest of my five and a half foot body at 130 pounds. He's a mostly harmless perv, but he's a good cook, and my tips are usually large.

I've just seated a large table, and I'm pretty sure I can get a big tip from them. The men are flirty, and one of them even managed to cop a feel of my breast, so I'm keen to get their orders so I can get them fed, and on their way, quickly.

Once behind the counter, I slip my panties off. The next time I present myself to Tom for tax, his eyes widen as he feels my naked cheek. I wink at him. "I've got this large table, and I know they're going to tip well, so anything I can do to encourage you..." I trail off as I whisk the tray of food away to my other table.

"I'm encouraged" he yells after me.

I now have just the one big table, and after delivering drink orders I sashay back past the line and in front of Tom. "Your apron is crooked, let me adjust that for you," and my hand brushes hard against his groin, eliciting an audible moan from him.

I present my ass again and he squeezes it gently, allowing his hand to roam the curves, feeling down to the edge of my trimmed pussy. "You're such a tease Chloe, I love it." He gives me a firm swat, as I run the appetizers to the large table.

As I return to the kitchen, I realize I'm wet. Tom is cuter than I thought. I'd never admit it, but I felt a spark when his fingers brushed the edge of my pussy. He knows I have a couple minutes before I need to go get food orders...

"Chloe, you want that food up faster than you've ever seen?"

I nod. "Do you need further encouragement?"

At this, he grabs me by the arm and swings me around and shoves my head down on the counter, completely out of view of the guests. My mind is reeling at this unexpected turn, and I realize my bare ass is fully exposed to him. "Oh Tom, that's not what I..."

He kicks my feet further apart, still holding my head down, and I feel his apron sliding across my ass. I literally hear his zipper "Thwip" and suddenly there's a thick cock head pressing against me. I feel like I should protest, or struggle, but my wetness increases, and I spread my legs a little further, jutting my ass up against him.

"Faster than you've ever seen, coming right up."

The bulbous head pushes past my lips and cleanly stretches me as it slides fully in. I feel it bump against my cervix as he begins to pull back, and then he's jackhammering me with it, and I can't believe I'm getting fucked with that thick monster right here in the kitchen.

God only knows what that looked like to the customers, his head bobbing back and forth as he furiously pounds his cock in me, nearly splitting me in two. My hips are in pain as his strong hands grip them tightly, propelling his Kraken in rapid, deep thrusts. I had just gotten into the rhythm of it, feeling my clit tingle as his shaft rapidly passes over it, feeling like I might cum quickly, when the bastard beats me to it.

He lets out a low grunt and buries himself even more deeply, spearing my cervix as warm jizz erupts against it. I feel him convulsing behind me and just as quickly he pulls himself out and pulls me upright again.

"Get those orders Chloe, time's a-wasting," he says, caging that monster back again in his pants. I smooth my skirt to go out and he whispers, "faster than you've ever seen," as cum leaks out of my pussy and runs down my leg.