What makes a date?

Darren made his way over to a café called Silent Delights. He was dressed well for his first date with Beatrice. His blue striped dress shirt, long black slacks, and freshly combed hair would attest to that fact. He remembered that Beatrice recommended this place for their date since it was a nice, calming place that didn’t have an enormous number of customers flooding the place. He made his way inside and could smell a delicate, yet sweet scent wafting throughout the building. He realized that it was the smell of lavender as he searched the place for Beatrice. Darren quickly located her dark blue hair and made his way over to her. It didn’t take long at all to reach her and sit on the opposite side of her table. However, Darren wasn’t expecting the outfit that Beatrice had chosen for their date.

Beatrice was wearing a black crop top that clung to her sizeable tits with the words ‘Big Booty Slut’ spread across the front of her chest as two large golden hoop earrings dangled from her ear. Her short black booty shorts only seemed to affirm what was on her shirt as they didn’t leave anything to the imagination. After scanning her outfit, Beatrice smiled at him seductively and said, “Do you like my outfit, sir?”

Darren was rendered speechless as he nodded in response. Beatrice wore a satisfied smirk on her face and asked, “You look so handsome, sir. Are you sure you want to be spending your time with a big booty slut like me?”

Darren smiled, “Of course, you’re my big booty slut, and I intend to use you for a very long time.”

One of the café waitresses walked over to our table and set a glass of hot tea in front of Beatrice. Darren noticed that the waitress was an older woman with short black hair with a nice slim figure. She briefly frowned at Beatrice’s choice of attire before putting on a fake smile and asking them a question.

“Hello sir, would you like to order anything?”

Darren hadn’t even glanced at the menu sitting in front of him as he said, “Not at the moment, could you come back in a bit and ask me?”

“No problem, and would you like anything else, madam?”

“Yeah slut, get on your knees and call him master,” says Beatrice as if it was a completely normal thing to do.

The waitress looked shocked and angry as she replied, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Nothing, I’m perfectly normal. You’re the one refusing to take your role in life seriously. You’re a waitress which means it's your job to serve all your customers wants and needs, no matter what they may be.”

The waitress looks less angry and shocked as she replies, “That’s not true,” in an unsure voice.

Beatrice crosses her legs and says, “Of course it is, your place in life is serving people. That’s the whole reason you even got this job. You knew that was your purpose in life the minute you applied for the job.”

“That still doesn’t make me a slut,” replied the waitress.

Beatrice raised an eyebrow and questioned, “Why are you upset about me calling you a slut? It’s the biggest compliment you could receive from a person.”

She looked embarrassed and said, “You’re right. Thank you, big booty slut.”

Beatrice nodded and said, “Now you’ve fumbled about long enough, so you should apologize to Darren by giving him a blowjob. It’s only right, after all.”

The waitress didn’t hesitate anymore as she got on her knees and crawled under the table. Darren didn’t stop her as she quickly fished out his cock. She stared in awe before muttering the word “master” before leaning forward to lick his cock. She started giving him slow, long licks from the base of his cock to the tip. Each lick got slightly faster and faster as time went on. She was overjoyed to be serving Darren as she continued to please him.

Darren looked toward Beatrice's smug face as she took a sip of her hot tea. Darren wondered how this was even possible. Did his semen have the ability to grant people superpowers too? His magical semen just kept getting better and better.

“Did you like my gift, sir?” asked Beatrice as she licked her luscious red lips.

Darren's response was to moan in pleasure as the waitress wrapped her lips around his cock and tried to swallow his cock.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” said Beatrice as she heard the woman sucking on Darren’s cock.

The waitress sucked Darren’s cock hard as she wrapped her tongue around his cock, trying to serve him in the best way possible. It was her purpose in life to serve her customers, and she needed to do the best she could. It certainly helped that his semen tasted so delicious. It was better than anything she’d ever eaten before.

Darren allowed himself to relax and let the waitress please him as Beatrice got up from her seat and made sat down next to him. She leaned over and whispered into his ear, “Let me help give you even more pleasure, sir,” as she grabbed the waitress's head and slammed the waitress's head further down his cock. Darren shivered in pleasure as the waitress started **** on his cock. Beatrice didn’t give her any time to relax as she continued to bob her head up and down his cock. The waitress could feel his cock getting even longer inside her throat as she tried to brush her tongue on his cock as much as possible. She could feel him start to twitch inside her mouth as Beatrice slammed her head back down, forcing her to swallow his entire cock once again.

Darren couldn’t take it anymore as he flooded her mouth with his semen. She had **** but to swallow the huge amount of semen as it poured down her throat. Her body tightened and shrank as years of her life were returned to her. She looked much younger and more radiant as her ass began to expand to give her a nice bubble butt of her own. Eventually, she finished swallowing his semen and slowly disconnected from his cock.

Beatrice smirked, “It must be obvious to you that your purpose is to serve Darren with all your heart. This place was only meant to find that special person, and no one is more special than him.”

The waitress nodded, “I’m yours to use as you see fit, master.”

Darren smiled at the waitress before turning and kissing Beatrice’s lush, plump lips.

“I think you deserve a reward of your own.”

“Zoe, what are you doing on the floor? What the hell is going on here?”

A beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure walked towards them and looked at the situation with concern as Beatrice began to talk.

“It’s okay, we both know that you desperately want to support Zoe’s new place in life. You can do that by closing the store for the day so that we all can have some more fun.”