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"Hi, Mr. Barney," Sheila said as she stepped into my diner in the middle of the afternoon. She was a cute kid, with curly brown hair, who was about to graduate from St. Paul's High. She wore the black skirt, white blouse, and white socks of the uniform. "What are you doing in so early," I said. I took the empty soda bottle from my lips and sat it on the pink Formica counter I had redone in the 1950s diner style. She giggled. "I'm playing Hooky." "Pastor Ralph won't be too pleased with that," I said, grinning at her and wondering at her courage -- or stupidity -- at playing hooky in a public place just across the street from her school. "Oh, fuck Pastor Ralph," she said, leaning over the counter and all showing a bit of bare ass. I was slightly taken aback, not certain that I had heard her right. And I wondered where her panties were. "I've had just about enough of him and that school. Lock the door and I'll tell you about it," she said. I twisted my head to the side and frowned. I hesitated for just a moment, but something about her attitude got to me. I did as she suggested, lowered the blinds, and turned to her. I can't say she looked cuter in that outfit than the other girls. But she was a bit older and far sexier. When I turned to face her, she was sitting on one of the stools, her legs spread, her skirt hiked high. I was not certain, but I thought I saw the dark patch of her pussy curls. Now I was almost certain the little bitch was not wearing her panties. "Do you see what you like?" she said, and she took my empty soda bottle to her lips. There wasn't a thing in the bottle, and she knew it. But she didn't take it to drink, she took it to demonstrate. Looking at me on an angle, she put the top two inches of the bottle all the way into her mouth and sucked. My cock started to roll in my white chef's trousers. She noticed it, and she smiled around the neck of the bottle. What she was doing was interesting, damn interesting. But another interesting thing was that she was sitting in a spot where the TV monitor scanned the store. I'd take that tape out later, for sure, and I might even copy some of it into my computer. "Want me to get you a soft drink?" I said. "Nah, this bottle's OK." She briefly removed it from her mouth. Then she reinserted it. She sucked and she sucked on the empty bottle until it made a slurping sound, and she kept looking at me out of the corners of her eyes. "Did I ever tell you you're hot?" she said, rubbing just the lip of the bottle against her own lips. "Can't say you did." "Well, you are. And do you know what I'd like to do with your cock?" "Pardon?" She climbed up on the counter, hiked her skirt all the way over her thighs and spread her legs, showing me that delicious pink pussy with the dark, curly hair over the top of it. Then she took the bottle from her mouth and touched the lip of it to her cunt. She rubbed it a bit, teasing her clit. Then she slid the neck through her pussy lips. "This is what I'd like to do with your cock," she said, grinning. "Oh, yes," I said, and I unbuttoned my fly. "You can do that with my cock anytime." "Mmmmm," she moaned, and she pushed the mouth and neck of the bottle even farther into her pussy. "Will it go this deep?" "Deeper," I said, and she pushed it even farther. She began to ease it in and out, and with each inward thrust, it went deeper until there was only an inch or two at the bottom of the bottle and her pussy was spread and exposed through the clear glass. I didn't know a pussy could open so wide, I thought, and I had my cock in my hand. I massaged it hard at about the same tempo she was pushing the bottle in and out of her pussy. "Oh, Sheila, that looks so . . . mmmmm . . . good." She grinned, enjoying every moment of her masturbation. My cock was certainly long enough, but it was not thick enough to take the place of the bottle. But that didn't matter. "Come over here, Mr. Barney," she said. "Let me have that too." I climbed on the stool and knelt where she could reach my cock. Then she pushed and pulled on the bottle and massaged my cock as if it were all the same act. "Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhh, nice cock." "Nice hand, nice pussy, nice whack," I said. "Now, Mr. Barney, are you gonna give me that job you promised me when I graduate?" "You can have it now. Yes, now," I said, as she went faster and faster with her hand. "Oh, yes, now." My cum gushed over her naked leg, over her black skirt, over her white blouse. "And will you fuck me the way the pastor fucks me?" she said. "Better, much better," I said, and hoped there was enough tape in the surveillance camera to get it all. And to get the fucking that I was sure would come. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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