As always everyone in this story is eighteen years or older and contains casual, public sex that has a strong theme of reluctance. If that's not your cup of tea, you've been warned. For everyone else, happy reading!
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I stared at the flyer posted on the community board in my apartment complex for far too long.
WANTED: WAITRESS & CUMDUMP
The description gave me a moderate amount of hope.
FLEXIBLE HOURS, POOLED TIPS, PAID MEALS, VIRGINS WELCOME
It was the last line that drew me in. Virgins welcome. A friend of mine from class was a cumdump at a local fraternity and they just used her mouth. My hope was that if virgins were welcome it meant they were okay with just using my mouth or throat to dump their cum and nothing else. I knew it was hopeful thinking, but it was worth a shot, right?
I took a deep breath and gave myself a pep talk.
"You can do this Becky. YOU can do this!"
I could. I could swallow some sperm to pay my rent. I could.
I pulled off one of the paper tabs with the name and the address of the restaurant and shoved it into my pocket. I was exhausted so I wouldn't go over there tonight, but tomorrow after class I was going to swing by and see if there was still work available. I climbed the steps slowly, the damn elevator was out again, and mentally ran through what I had left in my fridge that I could scrape together for a meal. Eggs. Maybe a slice of cheese if I was lucky. Scrambled eggs it was.
The glaring yellow EVICTION notice on my front door jolted me out of my bone-tired funk with a rush of adrenaline.
Oh god.
I was behind, I knew that, but only by a month.
My landlord, Mr. Henderson, had made it very clear to me that I could pay my rent in other ways, but I'd rather be six feet under than let him take my virginity.
I carefully pulled the notice off the door, reading it quickly to see that I had ninety days to get myself up to date with rent.
"You can do this Becky!" I whispered to the empty hallway.
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The restaurant was in a busy part of town. Not the best neighborhood, but not the worst either. As an added bonus it was only two bus stops away from school and one from my apartment. Even if I missed the bus, I could walk if I had to. I stood in the doorway for a moment, listening to a heavy-set hostess that was my mother's age as she sassed a customer from behind the counter. Her name tag said Heather. I had yet to meet a person named Heather that was nice.
"I'll be right with you!" Heather called out to me.
I stepped up to the counter and took a deep breath. "Oh no actually, I'm here about the help wanted ad."
She took a moment to blatantly look me up and down, it gave me the creeps.
"The waitress and CD?" she asked.
I swallowed and nodded, standing up taller to boost my courage. It sort of worked.
She pointed to the swinging double doors that led to the kitchen. "Straight through there, past the kitchen, first door on the right is Frank's office."
"Okay thank you," I said and walked slowly toward the doors.
"You can do this Becky," I repeated to myself quietly over and over.
I pushed through the double doors and heard the tell tale slap slap slap of skin against skin. I stood frozen as I watched an older man hunching into a girl he had bent over one of the prep tables. Both of their pants were around their ankles and based on the sweat dripping down their faces, they had been at it for a while. From the way they were standing, I couldn't actually see anything, just his bare, pale ass as it clenched and unclenched with his thrusts.
"Who are you?" the man barked at me.
Startled, I looked up from staring at his humping ass to his face. "Becky, sir. I'm here about the job posting."
"Give me a minute, I'm almost done here," he said and went back to fucking the girl at full speed, ramming his hips into her body. She cried out a few times and then screamed when he thrust into her so hard he lifted her off her feet. "Oh yeah, take it!" he shouted and I realized he was coming in her.
Oh god.
I, like everyone in my society, had experienced seeing sex in public before. Sex was casually available practically everywhere, so seeing a couple having sex wasn't shocking to me. I had just never seen it so...raw. There was nothing sugar coated or pleasurable and romantic about this. This was just a man using a woman's hole to dump his load.
I looked anywhere but at them as they disengaged themselves from one another, the man giving the girl a hard smack of his hand against her bare ass as she wiggled her pants back up. It was then I noticed she was several months pregnant, her belly round beneath her breasts.
"See you tomorrow Vicky," the man said and she gave him a little wave over her shoulder on her way out the back door. He finished tucking himself away in his pants and came over to me, holding out his hand. "I'm Frank," he said.
I took his hand to shake it, wincing a little when I realized his was sticky with his or her cum. "Becky."
"So you're here about the job?"
I nodded.
"Okay then, let me give you the ten cent tour."
"Sounds great, thanks."
The sounds of the busy kitchen flowed over me. Pans moved quickly over hot burners and line cooks shouted things to one another. The heat wasn't that bad and it looked relatively clean which I took as a good sign.
"This is the kitchen," Frank said, opening his arms wide.
As expected, I laughed politely.
He gestured to the doors that led to the dining room. "That's the front of house."
I nodded.
"Down that hallway is my and my partner's office, the back entrance, a small break room and an employee only bathroom."
"Okay," I said, nodding again.
He reached his hand down and cupped his crotch through his pants. "And this is my cock."
I bit my lip and nodded, unable to think of what to say.
"What kind of experience do you have?" Frank asked.
I perked up. "I waited tables in high school at the diner in my town."
He chuckled at my apparently naive response. "No no, I'm talking about fucking. What kind of experience do you have as a cumdump?"
I blushed. "Oh, none sir. This would be my first time as a CD."
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Alright then, let me see your tits."
I froze. "What?!"
"Take off your shirt and let me see your tits."
"But I--"
"Look," he cut me off, "if you're serious about this job I'm going to see more than your tits, so what's it going to be?"
Unfortunately, he was right. I swallowed and set my bag down on the prep table behind me. Looking around to see if any of the chefs or wait staff were looking I quickly tugged off my shirt. I forced my hands to my sides so he could look his fill.
He sighed impatiently. "Bra too girlie."
"But--"