MIRANDA GETS OWNED
PART ONE: THE PLUNDERED WAITRESS.
Miranda Vixen bent down and opened the case of caramel syrups. Glancing behind her at the creaking sound of the door opening, she saw her boss standing in the doorway. His eyes were glued to her ghetto ass. Smirking, she wiggled it for him, then stood up with two bottles of caramel in hand.
At work, he was Dirk Senior or just Senior. Away from the restaurant. If it was just him, Dirk was fine. Miranda had conditioned herself to keep them separate. Dirk senior was a big guy. He stood six foot six and was slightly flabby. Miranda did side gigs, helping him with his catering business. So far, she had managed to keep him from more than getting her drunk horny and sliding halfway to third base after they finished a job.
But it was a losing battle. Miranda was very submissive when it came to sex and got very horny when she was drinking. She was single, but Dirk Senior was not. He didn't care that he was married, but Miranda did. Also, Dirk was a pudgy old man. But Miranda knew he would keep at her until he got into her pants. As this thought crossed her mind, Dirk Junior stepped up beside his father. Tall and bulky for an 18-year-old, Junior was black as midnight.
Dirk senior and his wife were both white. No one bothered to question Dirk Junior's ethnicity as Dirk Senior would fuck any female older than 18. "Hi, Miranda. How you doing today" JR asked, ogling her tits.
'I'm doing great, Junior. You ready for football season to start?" Miranda asked, smiling at him.
"Hell yeah: Junior answered.
Dirk Senior glared at the boy, and Junior left. "I need you later than normal for tonight's job, okay?" Senior asked, letting her pass by. "Wear a dress tonight. I want you to do the mix and mingle, try to drum up some business." Senior told her.
With her back to him, she rolled her eyes. 'Sure thing, boss," Miranda answered, knowing it was because it was easier to get his hands inside the bodice of her dress than a blouse.
After work, she went home, showered, and changed into a strapless blue flower print sundress. A sexy blue lace push-up bra to torture Dirk and a matching blue lace thong. Skin-toned stocking and sandals finished off her outfit.
Sitting at her vanity, she rubbed her upper arm to reassure herself the birth control capsule was there. Better to not need it and have it than need it and not have it. Afterward, she applied her makeup and chose glossy hot pink lip gloss to round out her war paint.
She checked herself in the mirror, and happy with what she saw, she headed out. Dirk was waiting for her when she got to work. She parked and locked her car, then went to Dirks Dually pickup and climbed in the passenger side.
Dirk Climbed in and tossed her a bottle of watermelon juice. "Try that. You'll like it," He said and started the truck.
Miranda opened the bottle and took a drink. It tasted like someone had squeezed the watermelon like an orange than off-the-counter fruit drinks. It burned all the way down. "WOW," Miranda gasped, feeling the burn go right to her pussy.
"That's smooth, Senior," She said, taking another drink and pulling her bodice and bra out to let some cool air down her reach her ladies.
Dirk watched Miranda's bare breasts pop in and out of view as she pulled on her bodice and bra like a fan. He could see her pink nipples harden and the lightly pebbled texture of her areola turn from pale pink to reddish pink from the alcohol and other spices he had mixed into the drink.
Dirk had spiked Miranda's drinks with an off-the-Internet female libido enhancer for the last three months. He smiled as in just five minutes, she was leaned back in the seat, her legs rubbing together subconsciously as she continued to fan her tits and take small swigs of the fruity drink; It was half gone.
It was a forty-minute minute drive out to the job. About twenty minutes into the driveway, as Miranda used her bodice and bra to fan her breasts, she felt the clasp of her bra pop open. Her dress was strapless, and she usually didn't wear a bra with it anyway, so it wasn't a big deal. It would give her an excuse to get some air to her ladies. God, her nipples were so hard they ached.
No help for it, Miranda thought. She glanced sideways at Dirk, reached inside her bodice, and pulled the broken bra out of her dress. The bodice went down as the bra came up, and her perky DDDs popped free, bouncing and jiggling. Miranda finished removing her bra and glanced at Dirk again. His hungry eyes stared at her chest, not the road.
"Enjoying the view?" Miranda purred and shook her tits for him. Okay, so she egged him on sometimes but never like this.
"If you take your panties off too, there's an extra hundred bucks in it for you," Dirk suggested with a hungry look at her dress-covered crotch.
Miranda heard the sultry tone of her own voice when she answered. "As much as I would love an easy hundred, you "d wreck the truck and kill us both." Miranda simpered.
Dirk pulled the truck over to the side of the road and brought it to a stop. Horny as hell now and never one to back down from a challenge, Miranda unbuckled her seat belt, turned toward Dirk on the bench seat, lifted both her legs onto it so they were toward him, and hiked up her dress.
Dirk's slacks bulged as his cock hardened at the sight of Miranda's pale thighs. The crotch of the blue thong was dark with her arousal and wasn't even covering her pussy. Her smoothly shaved cunt glistened as Miranda lifted her hips, pulled her panties off, and spread her legs. What am I doing? She thought to herself for just a fraction of a second, then she spread her pussy lips apart, showing him how wet she was.
Miranda let Dirk get a long look then she began to tease her pussy, sliding a finger in and out slowly. With a throaty moan and a disappointed sigh, Miranda pulled her finger out of her cooch and sucked it Clean, then closed her legs and sat up.
Miranda turned around and leaned into the back of the double cab, dropping her bra and panties onto her purse. She knew this was a mistake as Dirk's hand was up to her skirt almost instantly. Miranda was pressed against the back of the seat, and she moaned, "Don't Dirk," as his big fingers invaded her wet needy pussy.
"Don't what?" Dirk asked, shoving another finger into her pussy, and then his thumb up her ass.
"OH," Miranda cried out at the rough penetration. Followed by a huskier moaned, "Ohhh." As Dirk moving the fingers inside her pussy.