Summary:
Cute waitress is seduced late at night by black woman.
Thanks to:
Thanks to
hfernandez1983
for the story idea suggestion.
Thanks to 2:
Robert, Sophia, Wayne and Tex Beethoven for editing.
THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women.
The prize: The winner gets a weekend with the other four women's submissive 18-year-old daughters.
Note:
This series is based on a few things:
a) Quick seductions (Each story will likely be under 5000 words... give or take); these are sex stories and thus lack the detailed character development I often include.
b) Some are inspired by the Japanese molestation videos that are so popular in Japan.
c) This will be, if people enjoy them, a multi chaptered series about five women who seduce straight women.
Although each story definitely stands on its own, this is the eighth seduction scene. Here is a quick refresher of what has happened so far.
1. Turning Contest: A Beautiful Blonde,
in which seductress
VERONICA STONE
seduces a teen in her clothing store.
2. Turning Contest: A Cute Maid
, in which reluctant seductress (she is more a submissive) and rich wife
CAROL WHITE
seduces and dominates her temporary maid.
3.
Turning Contest: A Delicious Model,
in which seductress and casting agent,
PORTIA JAMES
, seduces a cute nineteen year old model who is auditioning for a part in the new Matt Damon movie.
4.
Turning Contest: A Desperate Asian,
in which a black professor,
CRYSTAL WATSON,
seduces a shy Japanese student in her office.
5.
Turning Contest: A Dominated Thief,
in which store owner,
VERONICA STONE,
molests an 18-year old who tried to steal from her store.
6. Turning Contest: A Drunk Bday Girl,
in which married seductress,
JASMINE JONES
, molests, seduces and fucks a 21-year-old birthday girl at a club.
7-Turning Contest: A Drunk Bride 2 Be,
in which
JASMINE JONES
continues her night at the club by seducing a friend of the birthday girl as well as a bride-to-be at her bachelorette party.
Turning Contest: A Edible Waitress
Crystal had been stuck in a boring faculty banquet that night and sighed multiple times as she saw texts showing up on her phone announcing (well, actually bragging) that Veronica got her second turn and then Jasmine got into the game with a turn. She couldn't dare attempt a seduction of other faculty members, the male faculty members' wives, or the honoured guests and thus was helpless to do anything but sit there nursing her cold cup of tea and watch her competitors' scores climb.
Once the gala was at last over, after midnight, the black professor was driving home, frustrated to be tied for last with Portia and Carol, when she noticed an all-night diner.
Deciding she could use a piece of pie and hopefully find someone to eat her own pie, Crystal pulled into the almost empty parking lot. She got out, walked into the diner and took a seat in the most secluded corner.
Kendra was the pretty eighteen year old waitress on duty. She sighed. She had hoped the place would remain dead, although the black woman at least looked like someone able to tip well. Her last table, four college guys, had left her a whopping two dollar tip amongst them. Which really pissed her off considering how much she had flirted with those deadbeats. She headed over to the table in the far corner, finding it odd that the well-dressed woman had chosen to sit way over there.
She rallied. Showtime, kinda. "Good morning, ma'am," Kendra greeted.
"Is it morning already?" Crystal asked, looking at a clock that said 12:11.
"Just," Kendra answered, knowing her shift was now more than halfway behind her.
"Well, I didn't turn into a pumpkin," Crystal joked.
Kendra laughed, "Isn't the carriage what turns into a pumpkin?"
"I think you're right," Crystal laughed back, thinking this pretty girl could possibly be a perfect turn.
"What can I get you?" Kendra asked.
"A coffee, black just like me," Crystal responded, in full flirt mode.
"I like my coffee black too," Kendra nodded.
"Mmmmmmm," Crystal smiled. "And what kind of pie do you have?"
"Um, let me go check," Kendra said, before adding, "while I get you your coffee."
"Great, thanks," Crystal nodded, as she watched her walk away, a great pair of hips, nice legs in black pantyhose and a tight ass... a perfect turn candidate. There was only one other patron, a gentleman, in the diner and he was getting ready to leave.
Kendra returned a minute later with the coffee and as she set it on the table said, "We have apple, pecan, chocolate and raisin at the moment."
"Hmmmm, chocolate sounds delicious," Crystal said, the response a double entendre, as she planned to offer her own chocolate pie to this pretty girl very soon.
"It's my favourite too," Kendra nodded, loving the chocolate crème pie.
"It's usually very sweet and addictive," Crystal responded, of course still talking about her own pussy pie.
"I know, I can't get enough," Kendra agreed, enjoying chocolate pie almost every night.
"Good to know," Crystal smiled, smiling at the innocence of the sweet, but not very bright, girl.
"I'll go get you a slice," Kendra said.
Crystal watched her leave again and noticed the one lone customer was standing up to leave. She knew the window of opportunity was about to open, and she had no idea for how long.
Kendra accepted a generous tip from the older man and thanked him as he left. She selected the biggest piece of chocolate crème pie for the friendly woman and headed back to her lone customer. She placed the pie in front of the pretty customer and asked, "Can I get you anything else, ma'am?"
"Can you sit with me?" Crystal asked.
"Um," Kendra said, looking around and seeing the entire diner empty. "I guess, until any customers come in."
The prey sat down across from Crystal as Crystal inquired, "Is it always this dead?"
"Until the bars close," Kendra nodded. "And then it gets crazy sometimes. Cassandra will be here at one to start her shift for the Friday bar rush."
That news accelerated the timeline for Crystal's seduction. She slipped out of her heels, placed them onto the bench beside the waitress and said, "God, my feet are killing me. Heels all night are not my thing."
Kendra nodded, looking at the black woman's feet, her red painted toenails perfectly manicured, "Yeah, tell me about it."
Crystal nodded, "I can't believe you wear five inch heels for an eight hour shift."
"It gets me better tips," Kendra revealed.
"I bet it does," Crystal nodded, as she took a bite of pie. "I imagine your big breasts help too."
Kendra giggled, "They definitely help pay the rent."
"Are your feet sore?" Crystal asked.
"A little," Kendra admitted, thankful to be off her feet for a couple of minutes.