Daddy's reawakening - Chap 12 - Sex Stories

Daddy's reawakening - Chap 12

... meal.” The waitress wrote it down while not making eye contact with Shannon. “Oh, and can I have an extra sausage?” The waitress looked up with her eyes, “It comes with 2 sausages, if you want more why don’t you order from the regular menu?” Her voice was thick with disdain. I was mostly taking the opportunity to stare at the young woman’s gaping cleavage. Her breasts were a little bit bigger than Shannon’s. I would guess big D's, borderline DD’s. God, I’d love to fuck them. “Because that’s what I want. It says at the bottom of the menu that I can add an extra sausage for fifty-nine cents. That’s what I want. Please.” The please came out more as an order than a polite request. The waitress quickly scribbled something and then abruptly left. We sat there talking about what we might want to do with our day for a while and then all of a sudden the waitress was back with our meals. This was by far the fastest service I had ever had in my life. Maybe it was the lack of customers, or maybe it was the fact that they were getting ready to stop serving breakfast, but I felt very sure that it had more to do with the fact that the waitress was very uncomfortable and just wanted us out as soon as possible. The meal was decent, nothing to come back for, but after what we were pulling I wouldn’t ever show my face in here again anyways. I was about halfway done with my meal and the waitress hadn’t come by to refill my coffee once. When I saw her bringing the check to the old couple I ...

... flagged her down. Shannon was eating slowly and finishing coloring the last little bit of her menu when the waitress arrived with the pot of coffee. She began to refill my cup, I tried to play off nonchalant, as if I was having a normal conversation, but I was just trying to make her even more uncomfortable. “How do you like your sausage sweetie?” I asked like an attentive father. Shannon looked up and realized the game I was playing right away. “It OK I guess. Not as good as your sausage though, daddy. I love your sausage. It always tastes so good in my mouth. So warm, and much bigger than these little things. How are these supposed to be satisfying?” She said, lifting her last sausage up with her fork and twirling it around, before bringing it to her lips and slowly taking it in. The young chubby waitress finished filling my glass and made a very obvious sigh and stormed off again. I was having fun, but also beginning to feel bad for her. I figured I’d leave a really big tip. The diner was getting emptier. The old couple had left and the trucker was clearly paying his check and getting ready to go. The waitress brought over our check and said nothing. I ran my foot along Shannon’s leg and said, “Finish up, I have an idea.” “Yes daddy.” I watched out of the corner of my eye. Once the trucker exited I threw down a $100 bill and wrote “keep the change!” on the bill. “Follow me honey bunny.” I directed Shannon. The bathrooms were down a little hall on a side of the restaurant, ...