Jane share’s her erotic story: Bun Stuffer. Annie is her lunch break crush. Every time she sees her, she creates an erotic story that repeats in her head. Who would have thought, that one day, she would finally sample the buns her crush displays! Follow Janes story and her erotic tale of Bun Stuffer.
“What’s it gonna be for you today, good-looking?” Annie asked with a wide smile.
For a moment I simply stood there tongue-tied, shifting nervously from one high-heeled foot to the other. I couldn’t help it. Whenever I went to Annie’s hot dog stand for lunch, I got so horny that I always sputtered like an idiot.
“Uh…the usual,” I managed to reply, “with everything.”
“One 12-incher, fully dressed, coming up!” she announced, grabbing a bun.
As I watched her work I checked her out for the umpteenth time. Typically, her long, golden blonde mane was tied back into a luxurious ponytail that swept down and around her lean, smooth neck from beneath a visor cap that shaded her sparkling blue eyes and plush lips from the glare of the afternoon sun.
My eyes left her lovely face to ogle her massive bosom. Wrapped snugly in a skimpy, red halter, Annie’s tits were the size of basketballs and looked to be just as firm, with a set of stubby nipples that stuck out noticeably and had to be an inch long.
When she turned to fish my dog from the steamer, I had a chance to admire the full curve of her meaty, heart-shaped ass rippling under the material of her tight denim shorts as well as her long, sinewy legs. I creamed the crotch of my panties with a muffled sigh.
Annie is a real-life wet dream, just the kind of girl I like to bed. Blonde, slim, and busty, I gravitate toward the buxom type. Annie fits the bill perfectly. From the very first day I stopped at her little hot dog stand three weeks ago, I knew I had to have her. The only thing that held me back was the thin, gold band on the third finger of her left hand. Even though a lot of married girls swing to the other side from time to time, you have to be careful about who you hit on.
“There you go, sweetie,” she said, setting my meal down in front of me. “Want anything to drink with that?”
I wanted to say “Your cunt juice” but whispered, “Root beer,” instead.
“You work at the corner store, right?” she asked, returning with my drink. “What are you—a secretary or something?”
“I…uh…work at the registers,” I mumbled, taking a hefty bite while trying not to stare at her ample cleavage.
“Oh, you work with figures, huh?” she said in a raspy voice. “That kind of makes sense, seeing as how you have a pretty cute figure yourself—if you don’t mind my saying so!”
I nearly choked. She had said it in such a sexy way that there was no mistaking her intent. She was obviously making an advance. Or was she? Maybe I was simply so horny that I was letting my perverse imagination run away with me.
“No! I don’t mind at all,” I gulped.
“What I mean is…I get a lot of the lunchtime crowd down here from the corner store,” she went on, leaning forward to display her oversized tits, “and you’re the hottest of the bunch!”
Feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment, I licked my lips and flashed her my most charming smile. “Thanks! You’re pretty hot yourself!” It sounded like a stupid comeback, but to be honest, I wasn’t used to a girl hitting on me like this. Still, Annie seemed to be flattered.
Returning my smile, she boldly checked me out. Preening under her erotic scrutiny, I shook my shoulder-length chestnut mane seductively and lifted my chest in an effort to make my bosom appear bigger.
If there’s one thing I love, it’s when a girl undresses me mentally, and the voluptuous blonde was doing a good job of it, making my cunt flutter insanely. After a few minutes of tense silence, I was starting to wonder what my next move should be when once again she beat me to the punch.
“Oooo! Hold on, honey,” she cooed. “You’ve got some ketchup there!” Suddenly, she swiped her middle finger across the corner of my mouth, held it up obscenely to display the large, red glob, then slowly made an O with her plush lips and began sensuously sucking the finger clean. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen another female do. With my nipples stiffening under my blouse, I watched her sexy, pink tongue lave that finger like it was a small penis!
“You…you’ve got some nice tongue action going on there,” I replied boldly.
“Uh-huh! And that’s not all!” Whirling around, she picked up one of the huge frankfurters off a pile that lay cooling on a plate nearby and brandished it in front of my face like a weapon. “I know how much you like the 12-inchers, but did you ever do this?”
Giving the dog a few fast licks, she trailed the fat tip along the curve of her neck, down the soft expanse of her breast bone, and straight into the deep valley between her billowy tits, where she jacked it up and down quickly.
I nearly came in my panties!
“No! I…I never did, but it looks like fun!” I murmured.
Realizing that she’d gotten my attention, Annie withdrew the meat pole, leaving a large smear of grease glistening on her bronzed flesh, then took a couple of bites before tossing it in the garbage.
“What’s your name, honey?” she asked casually.
“Jane!” I shot back breathlessly.
“Well, you know, Jane, I always have a lot of those left over at the end of the day. Why don’t you come back around five o’clock and I’ll show you what else these beauties can do!”
She had leaned forward so close that our lips were almost touching. I would have stolen a kiss if I hadn’t heard someone walk up behind me. “I’ll be here,” was all I said.
“I’ll be waiting,” she cooed.
I vaguely remember the short walk back to work, but the rest of the afternoon was a blur. The prospect of making it with the sassy vendor had my head in a whirl. In fact, I was so aroused that I did a really nasty thing. Right before quitting time I sneaked into the ladies room, took off my bra and panties, and stuffed them into my purse.
She was just folding up the front counter when I arrived, her big tits shaking with the effort. “Go around to the back,” she husked with a sultry wink.
Pursing my lips coyly, I swayed to the rear of the little shanty and scooted inside. “Hi, Annie,” I said, a fresh dollop of cunt-juice spurting down the insides of my thighs.
“Glad you could make it,” she murmured as she slipped her arms around my waist.
“I am, too, beautiful.” Then I impulsively pressed my lips to hers. Her passionate response told me that I’d made the right move, especially when her tongue jabbed into my mouth and her hands dropped to my ass. She was as turned on as I was!
Maneuvering around to one side, I pressed her up against the wall while nimbly untying the straps of her halter so that I could get at her massive tits. Those twin mountains tumbled into my waiting hands like two beachballs, the flaming red nipples boring into my palms with an urgency that couldn’t be denied.
Annie moaned, wiggled her tongue at mine, and swiftly bunched my skirt up to clutch my nude ass-mounds. “Oooo! You are a hot little number, aren’t you?” she murmured with delight.
“You got that right!” I hissed, lustfully squeezing her tits. “Now, I’ve got to sink my teeth into these babies or I’m going to go crazy!”
She helped me along by grabbing a handful of my golden locks and mashing my face into her billowy chest while gliding her hands up between us to undo my blouse. The instant that her sturdy fingers found my high, upturned tits, I drew one of her crimson nipples into my mouth with a loud groan. She sure knew how to rev up my engine. The harder she mauled my tits, the harder I nursed, swirling my tongue over the blossoming peak of her nipple with an overwhelming sexual hunger.
“That’s it, baby! Suck my tit! Oh, god! That’s sooo good!” she mewled, holding my face against her heaving bosom.
In the meantime, I had been fumbling with her cut-offs and, as I switched from one bloated tit to the other, I pushed the shorts down over her lush hips, dragging her moist panties along in the process. Once I had her naked, I wantonly humped my belly into hers, grazing my cunt across her nearly bald pubic mound.
Annie began shivering uncontrollably. Writhing against me, she pulled on my flanks until we were dry-humping furiously, then suddenly broke the kiss, nudged me back onto a small, metal table, and stripped my blouse away. Whimpering in ecstasy, I arched my torso seductively. She got the message right away. Cupping my swollen tit, the horny blonde leaned down to siphon my pointy, brown nipple into her mouth like a sex-starved slut. I thought I would go through the ceiling at the warm sensation of her sucking lips, but what really hit my switch was when she danced the fingers of her free hand down the lean plane of my taut belly to caress my pubes.
“Ahhhh! Yes! Oh, Annie! Finger me!” I moaned. “Stick your finger in my hot cunt!”
She did, but only for a couple of quick jabs, while continuing to sample my stiff nipple, then spit out my flushed tit and stood upright between my spread legs.
“It’s time for the special of the day, lover!” she whispered, reaching for a foot-long wiener.
My cunt quivered in anticipation of what Annie intended to do with that dog, but she fooled me by squatting down first and swiping her tongue along my moist labes. Yelping with pleasure, I rose up on my elbows to watch her dig in as I splayed my legs wider. She made quite a show of it, feverishly lapping at my puffy entrance before actually slithering her tongue up my cunt.
“Aieeee! Shit! Yessss! Annieee! Oh, god!” I screamed, rolling my hips wildly. “Eat me out, honey! Awwww! Yeah! Uh-huh! Eat meee!”
She must have liked my filthy pleas because she really went to town, stabbing her tonguetip in and out of my gaping cunt like a tiny, thrusting cock. Holding the top of her blonde head, I tossed my loins at her ravenous mouth while eyeballing the gigantic wiener that she still gripped in her fist and decided to tease her with some pretend cock action myself.
Yanking the meat-roll from her grasp, I sensuously ran the blunt, reddish tip over my jiggling tits, paying special attention to my rigid, dart-like nipples, then slipped the monster into my mouth.
Annie’s eyes grew wide when she saw me blowing the dog. “Yeah, sweetie! Suck that thing! Get it all nice and wet!” she urged, twirling her tongue faster in my seeping cunt.
Poking the greasy tube as far down my throat as I could, I hooked my ankles over her beefy shoulders at the same moment that her plush lips hit my clit, sending me dangerously close to the brink of satisfaction. The little table rattled noisily under my gyrating ass as I humped toward orgasm. Annie’s tongue was fluttering over my clit at top speed, and I thought I’d peak at any moment. But the voluptuous blonde had other ideas. She abruptly ended her oral attack, removed the wiener from my sucking lips, and backed up several inches.
When she placed the slick knob at my entrance, I wiggled my ass toward the edge of the table, brought my knees up in a wide vee, then reached down to peel my moist labes open.
“Slam it to me, you nasty hot dog dyke!” I growled.
Grinning wickedly, Annie straightened to her full height. “You asked for it!” she spat, shoving half the meat-roll into my open cunt.
Even though the 12-incher wasn’t as rigid as a real cock, it was still long and thick, and the sensation was just as arousing.
“Oh, dear god!” I cried, clamping my vaginal muscles around the greasy intruder. “Fuck me, baby! Fuck my hot cunt!”
Annie began rapidly seesawing the makeshift dildo into my cunt while expertly rubbing her thumb over my clit until I was tossing my ass off the table in a heated rush. From this angle I had a perfect view of her fantastic body and couldn’t resist copping a feel of her dangling tits. Reacting instantly to my groping hands, she thrust the wiener in even harder.
Emitting a wicked laugh, the big, blonde dyke suddenly stopped again, leaving me quivering with frustration. “Let’s get off together,” she purred, angling the other end of the Coney Island red downward until it was wedged tightly in her inflamed cunt.
“Yeah!” I breathed, locking my ankles around her ample hips. “Nail me, bitch!”
She did—with a wanton vengeance. Taking hold of my slim waist, she lurched her ass sharply to poke the wiener into my cervix with a loud smack. I let out a howl of pleasure and bucked upward over and over until we had picked up a steady rhythm; in no time we were well on our way to an explosive orgasm, one I was sure would shake Annie’s little stand off its foundation.
Much to my surprise, she peaked first. Throwing her shaggy, golden head back, the buxom beauty brought one knee up onto the table, clutched at my trembling flanks, and impaled the disintegrating foot-long into both our snapping cunts. “Ooooo! Yes! Oh, baby! Shit, yesss! I’m…I’m coming! Come with meee!” she screamed, pummeling my cunt so fast that the wiener fell apart, allowing her inflamed clit to scrape against mine.
That was all I needed. Capturing her rocking ass in the grip of my sinewy thighs, I ground my spasming mound into hers and popped my cork. “Ahhhh! Yes! Annie! You’re doing it, sweetheart! I’m getting off—big time! Aieee! Yes! Yes!”
Every nerve in my body was on fire as I rode out my climax in Annie’s tender embrace. Floating down from my incredible, orgasmic high, I felt like I could never come again. But the horny vendor wasn’t finished. No sooner had I gone limp with satisfaction than she was up on the table above me, swinging around into a classic 69 position so that her pulsating, pink cunt was centered right over my open mouth. “Time to clean up the kitchen,” she grunted, just before lowering her face to my greasy pubes.
It was only when I saw her cunt descending, the remaining half of the hot dog protruding obscenely from between her slick labes, that I realized she was still hungry. Suddenly, my appetite returned too. Looping my arms across her rippling ass, I bit into the meaty prong at the exact same moment that Annie’s teeth started gnawing at the other half, which was still lodged deep in my cunt. We both shrieked lustfully as we chewed away, adding a whole new meaning to the phrase “muff munching.”
The frank was so soggy by now that it wasn’t long before my chin, neck, and tits were covered with mashed pork marinated in cunt-juice, and my tongue was drilling into Annie’s delectable opening, while she nipped passionately at my clit, allowing the crushed remnants of the wiener to puddle beneath my humping ass.
My second climax nearly took the top of my head off. Mewling insanely, I slapped my sticky thighs against Annie’s sucking cheeks and trapped her bumpy clit between my lips. She erupted a second later, twisting her plush hips from side to side as she rode out her climax on my swirling tongue. We stayed like that for quite a long time, enjoying the warmth of each other’s body, until Annie finally recovered enough to hop from the table and retrieve a damp cloth. “You’re a mess,” she said, wiping my face and bosom tenderly.
“So are you,” I cooed, using the other end of the cloth to clean her up. “Tell me, do you treat all your female customers this way?”
“Of course not!” she snapped, nuzzling my earlobe. “You’re special, sweetie! So special in fact that if you stop by tomorrow after work, I’ll show you what I can do with condiments!”
I laughed softly and stroked her wavy blonde hair gently, shivering in anticipation as I wondered what other delicious items Annie had on her menu.