Dash and Dine

The interior of the shop isn't the nicest. There is a layer of dust on the floor and most of the tables. A mouse scurried into its hole as Yuta entered, followed by Piranha. Out of the corner of her eye, Piranha could see that the boy wasn't paying much attention to the dusty, unused tables or the menu - his eyes were constantly flicking up to the cleavage that swayed and seemed to threaten to pop out with each long stride she took. Mew had been right, this was going to be easy.

"So, baby," she said in her mellifluous tone, "Are you in the mood for something sweet? Or a little meaty?" she licked her plump lips for emphasis.

"Uh... whatever you'd recommend, since it is my first time here and all."

"Well... Mmm-mmm... I'm assuming that you came here for the 'delivery service' and not a meal with some 'extra-special lettuce'?" Piranha put two fingers up to her lips as if miming smoking an invisible cigarette. Yuta just seemed confused at that.

"I don't really like lettuce, honestly, and it's not really very nutritious. Spinach and seaweed have a lot more vitamins if we're talking salad. But, um, why do you say delivery? I mean, I'm already here."

"Ohh, but wouldn't you much rather eat at a comfortable place like, say, the short-time hotel 2 blocks down? Yes, there is a small delivery fee, but I think you'll be satisfied with the extra service." To emphasize her point, Piranha rested a hand atop one of her breasts and slowly trailed it down, putting just enough tension into the motion to give herself a bounce, and trailed her finger all the way down her side and over her bare midriff.

"I think I'll go with whatever you say is good." Yuta said. Looking down, Piranha could see that the awkwardly smiling youth was already starting to pitch a little bit of a tent in his pants, but she didn't stare just yet so as not to embarrass him off.

"Alright, I'll go get your order started then." Piranha went through the door to the "kitchen", if it could be called that, with a slow hip-swaying stride. When in there she threw open a poorly-stocked refrigerator, pulled out a paper-wrapped refrigerated hamburger of the sort convenience stores tended to sell, and tossed it in the microwave on low for a few minutes. When she came back out, she was wearing a pair of bulky red goggles over her head, pulled up for the moment, and a pair of roller blades.

"Let me just do some stretches while my, hmhm, chef is gettin' it ready for you." Displaying impressive control and stability with the wheeled footwear, Piranha first stretched her hands upward, pushing her chest out right in front of Yuta, and then turned around, putting her hands on the counter and bending all the way over so he got a good view of the tight white fabric straining against her big round ass.

"Wow... I think my mouth is watering already..." Yuta murmured, more to himself than to the woman, as she wiggled her butt from side to side, bending her knees as she rolled her feet back and forth on the ground. Belatedly he looked down. "Are those skates? I like skating too! It's a great city for outdoor sports. But, um, if you don't mind me asking, what are they for? If I do get this 'delivery' like you said won't we be going there together?"

"Hey now, man, I'm a totally legitimate restaurant entrepreneur!" Piranha said with a sassy toss of her head that made her tubular dreadlocks shake. "If people saw me just walkin' straight up on in there with a cute boy on my arm they might think I was an escort or something." she added a conspiratorial wink and a smack of her lips.

Rather than nodding along, Yuta looked disappointed. "O-oh. Well... that makes sense, I guess. Maybe I should just take the food here, then, I mean, hotel rooms are cheap but they aren't that cheap."

Piranha put a hand up to her mouth and laughed. "Oh damn... Listen... Okay, first of all, kid, you ARE 18, right? You got a driver's license or ID card on you? That's very important."

"Uh... yeah, actually I do! I don't want any **** though. I want to stay away from bad habits." Yuta said, wide naive eyes still staring longingly at the statuesque black woman's curves. He handed over a card from his jacket pocket.

Piranha took a moment to scrutinize it. "Yuta, huh? So, this will be fun, Yuta, I promise you. You pay for the burger now." she pointed to the register. "And... on top of that you pay the extra-special delivery fee. Not much, just a little 8000Y surcharge. Normally it's 10000Y extra but you get a discount. But you don't pay that until after the delivery."

Yuta gaped. "That's... that's really expensive for just a delivery!"

Piranha closed her eyes and giggled a moment before continuing. "And then I deliver it, collect the extra fee, and spend the next 30 minutes making sure my cute customer is absolutely satisfied with the service. And in fact, in the very unlikely event you beat me there and have to spend time waiting around for me, the delivery fee is half off. Sound alright to you, sugar?"

The boy was silent a few moments, his wide brown eyes blinking as he processed it. "Oh. Ohh..." he looked nervous and guilty for a moment, then his mouth split into a broad smile. "OH! Yes ma'am, that sounds-" He then stopped himself, imagining what his sister would say if she knew about this. "But I don't know if its really okay for me to buy something like this... Oh man. But, on the other hand," he said, eyes going back to Piranha's curves, "I never did get a real birthday present for myself since my sister's was coming up so soon so, it's okay if it's just this on-"

"Ding! I hear that ding-a-ling, it's ready! Room seven!" Piranha bent over one last time, giving him a good look down the front of her crop-top (not that you needed to look down it to see all that was on display) before rolling into the kitchen.

From inside, Piranha could hear as Yuta exploded out the front door, his receding footsteps vanishing in mere seconds. She shook her head and giggled to herself again. Tossing the warmed over burger in a plain paper bag she pulled open a drawer labeled "Condom-ments" in English (she'd showed that pun to Mew, Jazz and the others a couple of times but they didn't get it. Her fellow expatriate Cube did, though).

"Aw hell - someone's been dipping into my supplies again. No rubbers left." Piranha observed with a huff. "Must have been Gum again, that girl is so conceited. Isn't like she can't afford them, she just wants to be able to brag that she's getting so many Johns that she needed to steal my shit. Well there's that **** store on the route, but shit, that kid looked pretty athletic... I don't want him to actually beat me there after I promised that. 8000 is already a big discount." she smiled and ran her hands down her curves again. "Oh, he's probably a virgin anyway - he's gonna pop all over my chest before I can hardly do anything.... yeah, this'll be fine." She pulled the bulky read goggles down and burst out through the front door herself, pausing a half-step to lock the door again before putting on speed and nearly knocking over several pedestrians on the way.

It turned out to have been the right decision, Piranha noticed - that kid could REALLY run! He was some kind of ultimate athlete or something. She was really skating as hard as she could for a minute there, and only overtook him when he was less than a hundred meters from the hotel even though she had rollerblades and he was on foot. Her heart was racing as she snagged the elevator up, and she had to wait by the door for less than a minute before Yuta pounded his way up the stairs, sporting a sheen of perspiration on his forehead and breathing heavily.

"Wow, you're fast on your feet. Hope you ain't too fast in other ways." Piranha said with another wink and a lusty biting motion with her teeth, reaching down and giving Yuta's firm, athletic butt a hard squeeze with her hand as he unlocked the door.

The room was cramped and minimally furnished, the double-wide bed taking up almost all of the space, but at least it was clean. Piranha kicked off her skates and pulled up her red visor before dropping the lukewarm paper bag on the nightstand.

"I believe the customer is always right," she said with a lick of her lips. "So this is full-service, though if you want to use the rear entrance you gotta give me a few minutes in the bathroom to make sure I'm nice and clean down there. Otherwise, well, us in the GGs believe in free expression and following your heart."

She could see Yuta was still hesitating, so the tall beauty took one of his hands and placed it on her hip, guiding his touch over her firm midriff and encouraging his finger to tease her belly-button, then dipping his fingers into the waistband of her pants. "I do have a couple of rules though. No hard slapping or handcuffs or any of that bondage shit. A little bit of biting is ok, though. NO touching my hair, not even a little, it takes a long to get it looking good, and that goes double for getting any 'sauce' on it. No puttin' objects in me except toys that are made to be used that way. And definitely no takin' pictures on any phone or nothing! If that's what you're looking for you need to look my girl Cube up sometime. And I know you're a sweet kid, but I still have to say - you even think about skipping out when it comes time to pay the delivery fee, you ain't gonna be able to run fast enough, and I'll bite your whole face off." she clicked her teeth at him again playfully.

Yuta's hand dug down below the waistband of her pants, feeling her cotton panties and working his way down to her slit, feeling the cleft through the fabric. He was breathing heavier now than after sprinting two blocks and up a flight of stairs.

"Since you were asking me to recommend items off the menu, how about you start out with a little appetizer? I got some packets of lubrication in the bag with the rest of the condiments but I think this way is a little more fun. Help me out of these pesky pants?"

Gulping with anticipation, Yuta's fumbling fingers undid the button on Piranha's white pants and yanked down her zipper. She stepped forward out of them and wiggled her curvaceous brown cheeks over to the bed, bending over to set the clock for 30 minutes, then hooking her thumbs around the panties to pull them down, her thighs squeezed together. She wasn't looking, but knew his eyes would be glued to the crinkled brown lips of her shaved pussy.

Piranha flopped down onto the bed on her side, then sensually rolled over and spread her legs, giving him a good view of the main course. "I would tell you to lie down so I could sit on your face, cutie, but you're so excited and outta breath I'm afraid I'd smother you." she said in her sultry sotto voice. "Come show me what you can do."

Yuta pounced on her in a flash, sending his track jacket and undershirt flying behind him as he clamped his hands around Piranha's thick thighs and shoved his face right into her caramel pie, having no objections to 'eating some Sugar' while his entree got cold on the nightstand. His tongue delved into her, forcing her folds open and going up and down over her dewey vaginal lips with quick, hard strokes. She snapped her powerful legs closed around him like the jaws of a predatory fish, forcing his mouth and nose up against her pussy so hard that it was indeed a struggle for Yuta just to breathe, not that he was complaining. He murmured incomprehensible into her, but Piranha wasn't listening, already beginning to moan out her pleasure.

"Unhhh... Ohh yes... Oh damn, you're good at this, lover-boy. A little higher, little higher... OH! FUCK YEAH! That's it, right there, swirl your tongue right there on that little bump... yESSS! YES!" she cried out. Faintly, she could hear some similar female shouts echoing back from the other side of the cheap love hotel too... could be that one of the other GG girls was starting business early today, too. She was quite sure Yuta could hear or think of nothing but the sound of his tongue slipping and sliding against her folds, though. Soon he reached up with one hand to begin squeezing one of her red-starred breasts through her crop top as he jabbed the tip of his tongue all the way inside of her, messily leaving saliva all over her crotch.

"UNHHH-AAHHHH! I'm coming! I'm coming already, baby!" she was shrieking after less than five minutes of his tongue-lashing. Soon her juices were dribbling down Yuta's chin and as he pulled away, he licked his lips, eyes blazing with lust as he regarded her on the bed in front of him "Ohhh, yes..." she sighed lustily. "You really were hungry, huh? I think I'm ready but let me give you a little warm-up too. I think the word in this country for it is... paizuri? Let's just say, I had my top specially designed to make it work better." She pulled Yuta closer on his knees, undoing his zipper and unleashing a startlingly thick 'hot dog'. He might be a little on the short and slender side but he sure wasn't in the cock department.

"Oh damn, that looks delicious, too. Don't worry, I don't bite... unless you want me to." she leaned forward and gave that straining purple head a kiss , taking it all between her lips before running her tongue up and down it, drawing soft satisfied gasps from him each time. Urging him to sit down, she crawled up and took the meat right between her two jiggling, pillowy mounds like a hot dog between buns. The tight top naturally squeezed her breasts together, and she used her hand to make that an even tighter squeeze, taking the rod in between them and bouncing up and down, flashing sultry looks up at him every few pumps. Whenever she looked back down she could see that his balls were already getting tight and drawn up, and she could feel a tension building up in his back muscles as he squeezed her shoulders with his hands.

"Miss Piranha... That feels.... that feels really good. You've got to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, I can't believe I'm getting to do this, it's... it's like a dream come true!!" he looked so happy that he could cry. In fact a single tear of pure joy was rolling down his cheek. Knowing that he was enjoying this so much made Piranha even wetter, and she began using one hand and Yuta's own thigh to squeeze her tits around his cock while she reached back to flick her fingers up and down her slicked-up pussy lips.

Strictly speaking, Piranha knew that she should pick up the tempo now and make him blow his load between her breasts. That was her usual strategy with the less attractive kind of clients she usually ended up picking up, since they usually couldn't get it up again in time to do anything else to her within the 30 minute time window. But something about his cherubic smile and soft gasps of pleasure made her heart melt, and besides, she decided she wouldn't at all mind coming again with the aid of that monster he'd been hiding down there. It would be nice to be able to tell a client how big his cock felt inside of her without having to stretch the truth, for once.

So, Piranha slowed down. and pulled back. "Mmm, you gotta pace yourself baby, we still got more than 20 minutes on the clock. What position do you want to try? Doggy style? Sweet missionary position like I'm your girlfriend?"

Yuta nodded to both of those, seemingly changing his mind each time. That drew Piranha to laugh and shake her head again. She reached forward and ran a hand through the tanned boy's wavy brown hair affectionately, resting a hand on his cheek. "Well, I'm serving the customer here, so why don't you let me take the lead... lie down there. In America, we call this one 'cowgirl style'. Make sure I give you a chance to focus on giving my..." she used her hands to bounce both of her enormous breasts up and down a couple of times for emphasis, "...while I do a little lap dance on that rock-hard cock."

"I'm in heaven... this is the greatest day of my life..." Yuta groaned, biting his lip about hard enough to draw blood. "I'm gonna last as long as I can! I really want you to feel good too, Miss Piranha!"

Piranha crawled over to him, bending down to press her lips against his and give him a long, deep kiss, sticking her tongue into the cute young guy's mouth and exploring it as she jerked her hand up and down his spit-slicked shaft, resting her thumb on the tip.

"Oh... one more little thing." she said as she pulled away, keeping her face just a few inches away from his. Yuta looked worried and dismayed at any remote possibility of this session being interrupted.

"I was running a little short on... things," Piranha said, blushing in spite of herself as she pulled her red visor back down over her eyes. "You don't happen to have a condom on you, do you?"

"Oh... oh. No, I'm afraid not, Miss. I've never bought one, actually." Yuta said, looking like he was teetering on the edge of despair.

Piranha pursed her lips and thought again for a moment. "Mmm.... am I the first woman you've 'met' in this turf around here, Yuta?"

He nodded jerkily. Piranha continued, her juicy lips twisting into a smile. "I got a good feeling for these things, I'm pretty sure you're clean. Not the kind who'd be out chasing girls every weekend. I practically sank my teeth into you and dragged you in here, din't I? Hm hm hm~ So, how about this... instead of your first-time customer discount on price, you pay the full delivery service fee, but I show you an American-style bareback ride?"

Yuta's mouth popped open, his face blooming into an expression of delirious joy. "Yes! Oh my god, yes, absolutely!" he sputtered.

"Alright then." Jiggling the whole way, Piranha crawled over his lap and sat down on his sexy six-pack abdomen, letting him feel her dripping pussy pressed up against his hairless midriff and letting his cock nestle between her brown buns, using her muscles to give him a bit of a squeeze between them before raising up off of him again with her knees. "Just one little thing then. You have to promise me that you'll let me know when you're about to cum so that I can hop off that big sexy cock. I'm real thirsty you know, and I'd love to swallow some of that nice sweet vanilla milkshake."

"Oh, I need it, I need this! Please Miss Piranha! Sit on my dick!" Yuta said, his voice practically a shout, as he wrapped his strong hands around Piranha's waist and tried to help guide her down onto him...