PrefaceSo in 'Jay Finally Gets Darina,' Dar was wearing this cut little Playboy-type bunny outfit and we played it off that she worked at some cocktail lounge. This time I'd found this fun Hooters outfit, so I wrote it as though she'd had to change jobs and now works at Hooters.
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Jay Fucks the Hooters GirlJaidyn raised a brow as he spied something day glow orange. His brow shot even higher once he realized it was his woman dressed like a Hooters girl. Being the smart ass that he was, he strolled up and smacked your ass hard before speaking. "I'll take 35 wings with bleu cheese. And lemme get a pitcher of Bud Light."
Darina ambled into the house after working her ass off all day. After getting fired from the Bunny Lounge for punching a patron when he grabbed her ass, she was still kicking herself because now she was stuck working at Hooters, of all places. But money was money and with her leaving Zuriel, she needed all she could. Expecting the house to be empty so she could change her clothes in peace, she stopped short seeing Jaidyn standing inside. Still caught in this love-hate relationship she had going with him, he was the last thing she'd wanted to see after the night she'd had. Scowling as he walked up to her, she crossed her arms in front of her chest when he smacked her ass and grumbled out, "I've had a hard enough day busting my ass waiting tables today, Jaidyn. I don't need your shit, too." Walking past him, she headed to the bedroom to change.
Darina's head snapped back but she made no sound. She was too tired and too aggravated tonight, and though she knew she was pushing you with her attitude, she couldn't stop herself. Maybe she was doing it subconsciously, knowing you wouldn't tolerate it and would put her in her place. Maybe that was just what she needed...what she was looking for. Her eyes locked on yours--those mysterious fuckers that always seemed to see right through to her soul--and she bristled at your mocking words, but she bit back any retort she had, especially when you mentioned reading to her. That almost saddened her: that you'd shared a brief but extremely rare tender moment with her and she chose to act a bitch to you now. But not so much that when you jammed your fingers in her mouth she refrained from taking advantage of it. Biting down hard, her teeth left indentations in your fingers, but much to her dismay, you didn't even seem to flinch. Just kept them there as you talked until you tossed her around by her hair, slamming her back against the bed. The air rushed from her lungs in a whoomph! and her head rattled back. Arms flailing, she grabbed the first thing she came in contact with to steady herself and wrapped her hands around your legs, slipping them up over your hips as you knelt down in front of her while opening your pants. "No...no! Jay, I don't want this tonight! Get away from me and let me go. I just want to go lie down! I'm tired and not in the mood for your shit." She pursed her lips and turned her head away, refusing to comply, but your damn fingers clasped around her nose, and though she held her breath for what seemed like ages, she finally started choking and those ruby lips parted to suck in a huge lungful of air. Before she was able to even finish that breath, the head of your cock was past her lips and filling her mouth so that the rest of her breath had to be drawn in through her nose once you released it.
Darina's breasts mashed and spread around the weight of your balls pressing in between them, your cock sliding past her lips stifling any further argument. Her fingers curled in those skin-tight leather pants, half dragging them down your ass as though she could stop you or slow your movements by holding you back. When you'd finally lost your cool and yelled at her, she flinch as though she'd been struck and the blood in her veins went icy cold, draining her of all her fight. No matter what kind of day she'd had, she feared you more and she was not willing to push you past the point you were at now. There was little she needed to do--little she could do in the position she was in--so she sat with her mouth hanging open as far as it would go and let you fuck it like a second cunt. The head of your cock dipping down her throat triggered her gag reflex and her body jerked under you. Spit filled her mouth and soon the plunging of that meaty shaft past her lips started slurking and slushing, pushing bubbles of spit from the corners and down her chin. She couldn't help herself; your domineering ways started her moaning around that shaft and soon she was sucking at that cock even as it dipped down her throat. Unable to move her head, pinned as it was, she turned her eyes up to you to see if you were at least enjoying yourself now that she was bent to your will again.
Jaidyn growled with that being the only answer to your words, the harder thrusts of his hips jolting your legs higher until they were bounding from impact as the animal inside him clawed at the surface, but he held it at bay. Only glittering eyes and sharp teeth caught your sight while the maddeningly faster shoves stole your bluster. This was both his own desires and the consequence for testing him while putting your ass in check, but the punishment was no less delicious when his cock sped up and the beats of his hips against the backs of your raised thighs rolled through you hard enough to make your clothed tits bounce in your whore's top. The thrill of doing this Hooters girl now belonged to him alone, especially now that he was pounding your hot little pussy faster, his dick cramming balls-fucking-deep. Each push sent a ripple along that shaft, a little pulse of swelling that throbbed fatter as each thrust rocked into your molten cunt squeezing him so tightly he was wincing at the end of each buck. He was beyond trying to talk anymore. Your mouth had fought him at first, but in the end you wanted to suck him down; now he was inside you taking what was rightfully his. He knew it from the day he had raped you in that bunny slut's get-up you'd worn that you belonged to him, and nothing was going to change that. He hissed, biting his bottom lip to try and hold back from the feeling of his precum dribbling from his cock slit to leave you with warm trickles melting with your own juices.