Good For The Soul Food Ch 02

These stories are entirely fictional... although "inspired" by actual people and who knows... possible situations?

Things were pretty normal for the next week. Kay kept coming in, and nothing more was done. Aside from the squeezes, but that was just a fact of life now. She had accepted it as a cost of doing business. Maybe it was just a crazy morning, Kay thought. Maybe Tyson just had to get something out... literally, and now things would go back to the same old, same old.

After ten or so days, she came to find out that wouldn't be the case. She had been once again in the kitchen working on something, when Tyson came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Been thinkin' of tryin' a new dessert."

Kay kept working. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

Tyson then moved his hands from around her waist, upwards, to cup her breasts from the inside of her usual floral sundress. She never wore bras much, so he was able to have direct access to them. He squeezed them and replied, "chocolate covered cherries." She felt something grow and rise and begin to poke her. "But I need to test it out first. Let's go to the office."

He put one hand on the small of her back and led her to the office on the side of the kitchen. Marcus and Daryl were in the front of the restaurant refilling silverware and napkins. Once Kay stepped inside, she turned to face Tyson, who promptly but gently pushed her shoulders down so she was kneeling, undid her straps to move the top part of her dress down, and then with a quick movement of hands, unbuckled his already sagging jeans and finally exposed her to someone who she had already met but didn't know by sight. She was thinking about how impressed she was with how smooth and quick his movement was when he had already pushed her breasts together and pressed her new friend (enemy? frenemy?) in-between them.

He slowly retracted it, and then slowly pushed onwards. The combination of the light sheen of sweat she already had, along with the fact that he was already leaking, made it feel smoother than she thought it would.

It went slowly at first. Tyson looked down, clearly enjoying the sight. His large mitts, pushing together her perky breasts, and the pure masculinity moving up and down, standing out by color, by girth, even by heat. Kay for her part chose to glance down only when it would retract, as when it would move up she knew it would be dangerously close to ending up somewhere even more intimate.

They stayed like this for a while. Tyson bending ever so slightly at the knees, in order to line up his impressive organ in-between her breasts. He started building up the pace, which meant she didn't have occasion to peek down anymore, but eventually Father Time gets us all, and as his knees started to ache he moved forward, causing her to lay back.

He then straddled her torso, continuing to push her chest together and creating a friction he really seemed to be enjoying. His face alternated between looking straight ahead, and then staring down at the action. He was moving at a more regular, faster pace now. His thumbs would play with her nipples while he was stroking.

Curious at what he was looking at when not looking down, Kay angled her head and noticed a full-length mirror propped up on the side of the office. She had never really noticed it before, but then again, she had never really gone inside the office before.

The mirror gave her, and him, a fuller view of the action. It allowed her to notice in full the close to six-and-a-half feet tall, over 250 pound man straddling her torso. The way her long brown hair was partially bunched up behind her head. The sight of Tyson, with his t-shirt slightly pulled up revealing a hint of his belly that was still impressively firm as if he could step onto the field today. His biceps bulging slightly against his chest, as his arms angled to allow him to cup her breasts with his large hands, occasionally having his thumbs roll over her nipples, or gently tweaking them. Of course, the main focus of action was the quite large and pronounced instrument thrusting between her breasts. It had restarted slowly at first when they adjusted positions, but was now moving faster and faster.

"Whatcha got goin' on, boss?" Daryl's voice appeared out of nowhere.

Kay turned her head to see Marcus and Daryl in the doorway, obviously finished with their task and noticing the absence of the boss and his subordinate.

Tyson answered in-between pants.

"Ungh...ungh... tryin' out a new dessert. Huff... puff... chocolate-covered cherries."

"I think she might want to add it to the menu, too!" Marcus replied.

Kay realized she was mindlessly moving her own hips up and down, perhaps giving an unspoken signal that she might have a tooth sweeter than she cared to admit. The men all laughed.

Tyson then leaned forward, resting his fists on either side of her face, leaving Kay to pick up the task of squeezing her breasts together. She later wondered why she instinctively did it. Maybe it was even a test to see if she would. Tyson was sweating heavily now, and with his eyes tightly shut he gave a groan so loud and from so deep inside she thought his soul might be coming out.

Instead, it was his glaze again, starting on a forward thrust and landing on her chin and neck. He then lifted himself up, grabbed his manhood and aimed it at her chest, covering both breasts, before he sat back, and let the final bursts empty out on her stomach.

Both breathing heavily, Kay knew it would be another early day off today. What she came to realize, is that once again the next day she'd be absolutely slammed, making great money and hearing great banter aimed at her direction, alongside even more stares. There were more things dropped on the floor that needed her assistance as well.

Sure enough, she saw another advertisement on Snapchat. This one again thankfully missed her face, barring her slightly open mouth, and spotted chin. Her neck, breasts, and stomach all contained a healthy amount of pools of white, while the instrument that caused all of the mess lay resting against her stomach, still somewhat pumped up from the action.

"Coming soon- chocolate covered cherries! With a sweet cream coating!"