The Ice Cream Parlour

"God damn work." I said to myself as I finally served my last customers. I was 18 years old, getting ready to graduate in *gasp* 30 days, working at my town's ice cream parlour. I got screwed into working by myself on a Saturday evening, and the line had been out the door all night. It was one of the hottest nights we'd had all year.

I was proud of my body, considering I had lost over thirty pounds since the summer before, so I was enjoying flaunting my new look. I was wearing short shorts and a low cut tank top, which was bringing in a lot of tips for the night. Every time I leaned to far out the window to take an order, the customer got an eyeful. The men loved it.

Anyways, I finally got rid of my last customer at 10:30. I pulled the open sign and began to sweep the lobby/dining area when the door opened and in walked and incredibly gorgeous guy. He was around 25, about 6 feet tall, with dark brown hair and stunning black eyes. He was huge, like a wrestler or a football player. Absolutely gorgeous.

"Are you still open?" He asked.

"Naw, but I haven't turned anything off yet. What can I get for you?" I asked sweetly, setting the broom down.

"Hmmm… how about a large banana split with nuts and whipped cream."

"I can do that," said, hopping up onto the counter and climbing through the window, making sure that he had a nice view of my ass through my tight shorts. I made him, I think, the best banana split ever. Huge with tons of toppings and lots of whipped cream. I set on the ledge in front of him and handed him a spoon.

"How much do I owe you?" he asked, pulling out his wallet.

"Don't worry about it. I already closed out my drawer." I hadn't, but I certainly wasn't going to make this guy pay. "Have a great night," I said with an evil, seductive smile on my face. Expecting him to leave, I walked into the backroom and put in a CD mix or upbeat rap songs, and began my cleaning again. I jacked up the volume so that I could hear it in the lobby and went back out there to do my sweeping. To my surprise, he hadn't left yet. He was sitting at one of the tables in the corner eating his mammoth banana split.

"Do you mind if I stay here and eat this? I don't dare take it in my car."

"Sure, you can stay, as long as you don't mind loud music," I said as I started sweeping around him. I knew he was watching me the entire time, and it made me feel incredibly horny. Six months before this guy wouldn't have looked twice at me. I swept slowly, making sure to pick up every particle of dust before finally moving back to clean the work area. He wasn't even halfway through his split. I began cleaning up the nuts, sprinkles, dried ice cream, and sticky butterscotch. Yuck, I thought. I really need to get another job. I'm always sticky when I leave here.

"Helllllllllllooooooooooooo…" I heard behind me. I turned to see my boyfriend in the lobby with a friend. Ok, he was not really my boy. He was my lover. Same old story, he can't commit, but I'm fun to party with, so he drags me along with games. Pisses me off, really, but the guy is so mind-blowing in bed that I just go with the flow.

"Hey babe. I should be ready to leave in about a half an hour." I glance around him to see if the hunk was still there. He was, trying to look intrigued in the ice cream before him, but he was failing miserably. I jog around and into the lobby to talk to him. In a shocking display of affection, he pulled me to him and kissed me, grabbing my ass.

"Damn, you look hot."

"Hot? I'm all sticky!" I laugh.

"You still look fine as hell, which makes it even harder for me to do this. I know I was supposed to ravage your body tonight, but Freddy and I have to go pick up a qp."

Oh yeah, he was a drug dealer. Only part time, the other part he was a student with me. And only pot. It was convenient for me, because I never had to look far for my dope, and I always got the best prices. Unfortunately, I knew that the guy he picks up quarter pounds from lives about an hour and a half away.

I gave him my best pouty look and pressed my body against his. Asshole always does this, I thought. Makes plans with me and then breaks them at the last second. I had shaved my pussy clean for him early that day and made up a story to my parents so that I could stay out all night. "Well, if you HAVE to go, I can't stop you, but trust me, you'll be missing out." I say harshly.

"You're beautiful, hon. There's nothing I'd like better than to help you get this ice cream off your body, but I need this stuff before tomorrow" he said, kissing me once more intensely.

"Whatever. Call me tomorrow and tell me when the party starts. I'll try to make it." With that, I walked back around into the back room and began the dishes. On my way out I made eye contact with the hunk. He had this strange smile on his face, I noticed, but didn't pay attention.

I was almost done cleaning when I heard the lobby door open again. I figured it was that guy leaving, but it wasn't. Instead, it was our town's sheriff. "You're here late, Teresa." He said. If the lights are on here too late at night he always comes in to check on me.

"Tell me about it. I'm the only one here and we were swamped all night. I didn't serve my last customer until 10:30. Can I get you something? The ice cream machine is still on."

"No thanks. I'm on my way to drop off the car and go home. I just wanted to make sure you were ok first." He was a sweet guy, really. A good friend of my father, he didn't like the idea of me closing by myself at night.

"I'm fine, but I'll be here really late tonight. I have to clean all three machines still, and it's already 11:30." Damn, I thought, 11:30. It's really freaking late.

Suddenly, the hunk stands up with the rest of his banana split and opens the lobby door. "Thanks for the ice cream. I don't think I've enjoyed a banana split this much in years." He said with a wink. With that, he was off in the night.

"Well, I'm off to bed. No one else will be down to disturb you. If anything happens, no one is out patrolling tonight, so call in, ok?"

"You know I will, but nothing will happen. Chill out, old man." I said with a laugh. The thought that I can go outside and smoke a joint in a little while ran through my body, and I smiled. Maybe this will be an ok night, at least. With that, he left and pulled away. I jacked the volume on the stereo up even louder and finished my cleaning. Finally, everything was done except for the machines. I didn't HAVE to do them, but there really wasn't anything else for me to do, and I didn't want to go home.

Before I began, I walked to the very end of the building where there were 8 whipped cream cans lined up, waiting for me. If you don't know, when the can is empty, you can spray the nitrous oxide into your lungs and great a great head rush. Whenever I close alone, I save all the cans I go through and do one after another. Usually four will have me down and out for a good five minutes. I did all eight without exhaling. I started smiling and laughing uncontrollably, as the top half of my body went limp and I leaned over, resting my head on the sterling silver counter. I squeezed my eyes shut and flowed with the tingling feeling I had all over my body.

All of a sudden a hand grabbed the back of my hair and I felt something cold against my neck. "All right bitch, where is all the money?" the person said roughly. I shouted from the pain, then realized what was going on and began to shake from fear. Oh god, I thought, he's gonna kill me. Shit. Fuck. Shit. What am I going to do? I didn't answer fast enough, and he yanked on my hair again, harder. "Answer me, bitch. Where's the fucking money?"

"Over in the desk, in the money box." I said softly. He threw me by my hair towards to back room where the desk was.

"Get it now." To my amazement, it was the hunk. He had an evil look on his face and a 10 inch knife in his hand. "NOW!" he barked. I jumped and walked back to the desk, pulling out the money box. There was probably about a thousand dollars in there from the day. I pulled it all out and handed it to him. He flipped through it and looked at me skeptically.

"That's all there is, I swear. The owner comes in every morning and takes all the money to the bank." I said quickly.

"Not even worth my time," he scoffed. Then he moved towards me. The ice cream place was a trailer with a lobby added on, it didn't take much to be close together. "There has to be something," he said, and he reached out to touch my face, "worth my time around here." I shuddered and shrank back from his hand, but he had me up against a counter. Any way I could move, he would still have been in reach.

"Please," I begged, "let me go. Don't hurt me, please!" This can't be happening, I thought to myself. Its one thing to check out, but I certainly didn't want to have sex with this guy! He was a complete stranger, and a violent one at that.

"Slut! I've been fucking watching you all night. Shaking your ass for me like a little whore. Poor baby wasn't going to get to have sex tonight. Pot takes priority over you with your boyfriend, huh? Or is he just some guy you're fucking, you little bitch? Well, don't worry, you won't be neglected to night, sweet heart." With that he pressed hard against me and tried to kiss me. I turned my head away and was met with a hard slap. "Look, you stupid cunt, I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you don't just cooperate. There's nothing you can do, so you might as well relax and enjoy." He leaned back in and pressed his lips to mine. I was shaking in fear, but I relented and allowed him to stick his tongue in my mouth. Slowly and gently, he began to massage my tongue with his, carefully sucking. Damn, I thought, he's a good kisser. Then the terror of what was happening to me hit and I froze up again.

He pulled his mouth from mine and began to kiss my neck and my shoulder blade, flicking his tongue over my skin. I tried to pull away, but his huge hand grabbed me around my waist and held me tightly. He kept up in ministrations, nibbling sucking my neck. My body responded against my will as my head rolled to the side slightly. NO! my head screamed, and I shoved his away with all of my strength and began to run for the door. I got no more than three steps when he had me by the neck, squeezing hard.

"You dumb bitch. I told you not to run!" With that, he slapped me across the face hard and pushed me against the counter and slapped me again. He spun me around so I was facing the counter and shoved my head down so that I was bent over, my head and chest resting on the cold steel. He smacked my ass hard once, then twice, then over and over again, harder each time, until tears were streaming down my face. Finally, he stopped, then pressed his body against mine and leaned over. "You're going to be a good little girl now, aren't you? I don't want to do anything worse, but I will if I have to. You saw my knife." I was sobbing, and he yanked my head up off the table by my hair. "SAY YOU'LL BE GOOD!" he yelled at me.

"I'll… I'll be good." I whisper through my tears. He stepped back and pulled me up.

"Good girl. Now get on you knees and suck my cock, you whore." I looked at him, then bowed my head and slowly knelt to floor. Now, don't get me wrong. I love to suck dick. I love it. My boy had told me a million times that I was the best cocksucker he had ever met. I could do it for hours without stopping, but not with this guy. As attracted as I was to him, I couldn't forget that I was being forced. "Do it, bitch, and if you use your teeth, I swear to god you'll walk out of here looking like a Picasso."

I didn't need to hear any more. I knew he'd follow through with his threat. I slowly took his dick out of his pants. My jaw dropped to the floor. It was at least ten inches long and so thick. I knew I'd never be able to get that all in my mouth. No guy I had ever been with was that big. He smacked the top of my head. "Suck it!"

I grabbed his monster dick in my hand and slowly put the head in my mouth. I flicked at his hole with my tongue as I began to gently suck on the tip. I took more of him into my mouth and began to suck harder, then began to tickle his balls with my hand. I knew that guys liked that. Getting more and more into it, I pulled him out of my mouth and licked him from back to tip with the tip of my tongue. I played with the folds of skins with my tongue as I began to stroke him with my hand. I moved down and slipped his balls into my mouth, pressing my tongue against one and sucking gently. He moaned loudly. "Damn, you're one hell of a cocksucker, whore." I glanced up and him, then closed my eyes, ashamed. After a few minutes of licking his shaft and balls, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, brushing the tip of his dick against my lips.

"Swallow it, bitch." He said, then he pushed my head down. I opened my mouth and took as much as I could, but I began to gag and tried to pull up. He held my head down firmly, then began to push me farther and farther down onto his cock. I tried to relax as his huge cock snaked its way down my throat, swallowing and trying not to throw up. When I had it all in my mouth, he started to pull me up, then shoved me back down. He started to fuck my face, grunting and breathing heavily. "That's it slut, take it. I'm gonna fuck your pussy this hard when I'm through with this. That's it, good girl, keep sucking. Ohhh god, you are good." Hoping that I would get him off and then he would leave, I reached up with my hand and began to lightly play with his balls again. He groaned, and after a few seconds he pulled his dick completely out of my mouth and lifted me off the floor.

"You aren't getting out of this that easily, bitch." He lifted me up onto the counter and unbuttoned my shorts.

"No, please, don't! Just take the money and go! I won't tell anyone, I promise!" I begged, knowing what was coming. I also didn't want him to see how wet I had gotten from all of this.

"I don't care about the money. I care about getting a piece of your cute little ass, you tease. Now take your shorts off before I cut them off. I lifted my ass off the counter and slid my shorts off, letting them drop to the floor. "Now the shirt." I pulled my shirt over my head, and my 36B tits fell free. Like I said, it was hot, so I didn't put a bra on before work. I sat there, naked, except for a black sheer thong. He took a step back and looked me over. I had stopped crying, but my short hair was mussed up and my face was red. My nipples were rock hard, standing straight out from my perky young breasts. My skin was pale, a milky white, and I had not a strand of body hair anywhere. "Amazing," he said under his breath. Then he reached forward and swiped his finger along my slit. "And wet. Slut. Really enjoying this, aren't you?" I shook my head no. "I bet. We'll just see about that."

He opened the refrigerator beneath me and pulled out a can of whipped cream. He shook it, then playfully covered both of my nipples with them. He ran his tongue in a circle around my right nipple, slowly licking away all of the whipped cream. My body shuddered with the sensations, the steaminess of his breath and the coolness of the light foam. He scraped his teeth across my nipple, then bit down lightly. I let out a gasp, and he chuckled. He did the same to the left. He set the canister aside and grabbed the chocolate syrup bottle. He squeezed the sticky topping down between my begs. I squirmed at the sensation of the warm gooey chocolate dripping between my thighs.

"I think these are ruined," he said, amused, then he roughly pushed my legs apart and grabbed my thong with his teeth and pulled down. He was right, they needed to be thrown away. There was no way to get all of the chocolate out of them. He tossed them into the sink, and then slowly ran his hand across my bare mound. My pussy and my thighs were covered with chocolate, and the scooped some up with his fingers and licked it off. He scooped up some more and pressed his fingers to my mouth. I opened and sucked the chocolate off. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, kissing me hard. I didn't hold back that time. He had me too turned on to fight him now. All the thoughts of this being a rape left my mind and I kissed him like I had never kissed before. He pulled away and knelt down between my legs and slowly began to lick the chocolate off my legs. I pushed my hips toward him, eager for more.

"Slut," he whispered and continued to slowly lick the chocolate off of my legs. I felt the very tip start from halfway down my thigh and work its way up to my pussy lips, then back down again. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I wanted more, damn it. After a few more minutes he stopped, and I opened my eyes and looked down at him. There he was, this gorgeous specimen of a man, perched between my legs with an absolute evil grin on his face. His black eyes were sparkling. He kept eye contact with me for a moment, then pushed my legs as far apart as possible and buried his head between my legs. He moved his hand up between my legs and opened my lips, fully exposing my clit. I almost screamed as he began to flick it with the tip of his tongue. He then flattened his tongue out and lapped like a dog, then held it in place and slowly massaged my clit. He licked me from slit to clit and back again, over and over. With his other hand he began to slowly wiggle a finger into my dripping cunt, and began to slowly pump it in and out of me.

And I thought the guys hat school were good, I thought. Jesus Christ, I can't believe I've made it this far. I gripped the counter and leaned my head back against the wall, moaning loudly. He withdrew his finger but quickly replaced it with two, then began to wiggle them as he pushed them in and out of me. He then took my throbbing clit between his teeth and nibbled on it, sucking hard.

My body tensed up as I had one amazing orgasm. As soon as it began, he pulled his head up and, while still pumping his fingers hard, kissed me gain. I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him towards me and held on tight, biting his shoulder to keep from screaming. When my orgasm subsided he pulled his fingers out of me and wrapped his huge hands around my waist.

"Ask me. Tell me you want me." He said softly, brushing his lips against my forehead. "If you don't, I'll leave now."

"No… please stay…" I said. "I want you. I want your hands all over my body, I want you to fuck me senseless. Please, I can't handle it anymore…"

"Are you my slut?"

"Yes, I'm your whore, I'll do anything you want. I'm your good little slut." That was all he needed.

We kissed for a good five minutes straight before I lifted his shirt over his head. My god, he was better looking without the shirt. Large muscles, tan, six pack stomach. I ran my hands up his bare back and pulled him closer.

All of his earlier aggressiveness was gone. He was massaging my back tenderly, and ever once in a while caressed my face or teased my hair. I tickled his back with my nails as our tongues intertwined, massaging each other. I could feel his huge dick against my stomach. Without breaking the kiss, I reached between us and grabbed his cock, the slowly began to up it against my clit and slit, getting it nice and wet. I slowly positioned him at my opening and he slowly, gently pushed in. I dug my nails in his back and moaned loudly. I'd never had anything that big in me before. It hurt vaguely as he stretched me to fit around his huge dick. When he was completely buried, he slowly withdrew, just a little, then rocked back in, then out, over and over again. He was rubbing my g-spot with his dick, and his pubic hair was tickling my clit. He drew himself completely out of me, then back in. He was moaning softly, my tight wet pussy surrounding his penis.