Last week fuckin’ sucked. Abby took the kids downstate to visit her sister. They been gone four days and ain’t due back for 'nother six.

She’d been so damn busy gettin’ herself and our three little terrors ready for the trip that she’d hardly had time to cook and freeze meals for me, bless her though she tried.

My sweet woman made what she could, but that shit ran out yesterday, and I ain’t so much lookin’ forward to ham and cheese from the fridge.

I can take shitty cold food, but I’m fuckin’ sick of jerkin’ off. My dick’s achin’ to sink into wet pussy, and knowin’ my Abby’s not 'round to open 'er legs got me in a nasty stale funk.

So, I ain’t got no fuckin' pussy, but I ain’t havin’ no single-man fun neither. No fishin’, no tinkerin’ on the Camaro, and no quality time with the boys sipping cold ones down at Ricky’s bar.

Guess it’s my doin’, and I gotta own up to it. With the family away, I figured I’d put in for some overtime. Guess I didn’t think that one through, neither. I’m the best motherfuckin’ machinist at the plant, so of course my asshat supervisor gives me all the extra shifts. Fuckin’ dipshit tool couldn’t find his own pecker with a magnifyin’ glass.

The money’s good and we need it, but I’m fuckin’ wiped. Worse yet, ain’t no fun on my horizon, and I really need to get laid. I’m horny, hungry and fuckin’ grouchy as shit, but at least it’s 10 pm and I’m clockin’ out. Fuck this place.

Five seconds after I walk out the door, my phone rings. It's Abby. A bright light in my shithole day.

I answer, “Hey there, fine-ass woman, how’s things?”

“We okay, baby, but my sister’s got some real shit goin’ on. Dickwad Jake’s been plowin’ some young cunt on the side. Laurie found out, slapped the shit outta ‘em, and kicked his sorry ass to the curb. She’s havin’ a hard time makin’ do, and might need a little extra help right now. I think we gotta stay maybe a week longer.”

This was NOT the news I was wantin’ t’hear.

I bite my lip, thinking how motherfuckin’ nice it’d be to smash Jake’s stupid head in with a brick. That fucker was always a shady dick. Never understood what Laurie saw in that prick.

“Okay, honey, do watcha gotta do. I’ll make do here. Might even sign up for more shifts so we can treat ourselves later. You know, take a weekend while Janice watches the kids?”

“Oh, baby! I do so like the sound of that! Promise I’ll make it worth your while when I get back. For real, darlin’. How’s the food holdin’ out?”

“Gone yesterday. Them cold cuts, chips and beer gonna get real old real fast. Well, maybe not so much the beer, but I sure could use one of your hot chicken pies.”

“Aw, baby, I’m sorry. I just didn’t have time to do no marathon cookin’ spree.”

“I know, sweet mama, I’ll live. But food’s not what’s got me down so bad, though.”

“So, what’s eatin’ ya, babe?”

“Well...that’s the issue...Nobody! I could use your sweet lips 'round my cock, and I’m achin’ for pussy real bad. You bein’ gone so long’s tough, and now y’ain’t gettin’ back any sooner.”

“Aw, sorry hun, but you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

“I know. I just miss you, babe. Kids doing alright?”

“Yeah, they fine.”

We both go silent for a moment, but my sweet Abby speaks up.

“Hey, baby, why don’t you go recharge a bit? Head out to Pete’s. Should still be open for a hot bite. That always sets ya' right.”

Oh, lovely Abby, you give music to my ears. I’d like nothin’ more than a visit to good old Pete’s. Bein’ money’s so tight, I hadn’t even bothered askin’, though I’d thought 'bout it. But now my lady’s givin’ the okay.

I tell her, “If it’s alright with you, I just might do that!”

Just then, I hear some hollerin’ in the background, and Abby says, “Fuckin' shit. Laurie’s rantin’ ‘bout something. I gotta see what’s up. Have a great night, babe, but I gotta go.”

“Okay, sweet girl, night-night. Call tomorrow.”

That call with Abby perked me up just right. Yeah, I still wanna hunt down Jake like the bitch-ass motherfuckin' dog he is, but right now, I’m headed to Pete’s!

Pete Sonders owns a joint on the outskirts of the town, ‘bout five miles from our place. The plant’s in the other direction, but I’ll be there in twenty minutes if I drive like a crazy son of a bitch. Which I will.

I get on with Pete just fine these days. We had our moment in senior year when I was seein’ Jenna Talley. Oh Jenna! That girl was smokin’ hot and just loved puttin’ out. Problem was, she’d also been puttin’ out for Pete.

Fuckin’ Pete, of all people! He fucked over half the girls in our class by eleventh grade, and I came to find he’s bustin’ nut in mine!

When I found out, I cornered him as he was coming out of the Seven-Eleven. I came at him real hard, lookin’ to throw down. But he just put his hands up and said, “Wait, John! Stop! We been friends since second grade! You gotta know...Jenna came at me, wantin’ to fuck. More like demandin’. You really expect me to turn down that hot shit? I don't mean no disrespect to you. But I gotta ask...what would you have done if you was me?

I cooled down like a bucket of ice water got dumped on my head. The man made a good point. From then on, I never took Jenna seriously, though we’d still fuck from time to time.

These days, Pete and I are good. Real good.

Right after high school, his grandpa died and left him some money. Not much, but 'nough for him to buy a rundown restaurant on the outskirts of town, which he turned into “Pete’s Diner.” Now that slick motherfucker does real well.

So, it looks like I’m goin’ to Pete’s again! Food’s shit, but the service is to die for.

I open the door and step into the bright, familiar place that has a constant smell of grease, coffee, and other things that just make me smile. Lookin’ round, my eye first catches Denise. She’s fillin’ napkin holders and wearin’ the usual uniform of tight jeans and red half-shirt.

Denise is way hot, but also super high maintenance and annoyin’, frankly. Fine to look at, but I can’t take her for more than a hot minute.

To her right, pourin’ coffee for an old man at the counter, I see another waitress I don’t recognize. Seems Pete’s expanded his employee base, and sure enough, she’s a sight to behold: a curvy black girl with a pretty face and a sweet set of tits.

The moment I catch her eye, out of the kitchen marches Suzanne. She's the one I was hopin’ to see. Suzanne’s a tall girl with mousy brown hair and glasses, but she’s got the prettiest face this side of town. And the girl got a body to match. Perky tits, a nice set of hips, and an ass that fills out her jeans in a way that makes my dick twitch.

I’d known Suzanne since she started workin’ at Pete’s, now going on three years. She’s my favorite. Girl knows it too, and she greets me with a bright smile, sayin', “Hey there, sweet John! Been a while! Have a seat, wherever you want. Be with ya in a sec.”

I take my place in one of the booths ‘gainst the front window and scan the joint. 'Sides the three girls servin’ and the old man at the counter, there’s only a group of three at another booth. They’re done eatin' and fixin’ to leave.

Suzanne brings ‘em a check, cashes ‘em out, and ushers 'em to the door. The old man finishes his coffee, leaves a few bills on the counter, and walks out too. Nice.

Now I’m the only customer in the joint, and it’s 10:50 pm.

Suzanne struts over to my booth. She sweetly asks, “So, what’ll it be, darlin'?"

“The super-special. I’m feelin’ real hungry tonight.”

“Kitchen closes in ten minutes.”

“I know. I’ll wait. Fetch me a High Life in the meantime, pretty girl?"

“Sure, babe. Comin’ right up.”

Suzanne goes behind the counter, grabs a cold bottle of Miller, cracks it open, and hands it to me.

She looks at the clock on the wall and says, “You know, doors close in seven minutes.”

I look back at her, take a swig of the golden elixir, and relaxingly purr, “Not a problem, love.”

Suzanne smiles, drags her hand across my shoulder and says, “See you in a few, babe.” Then she struts back through the swingin’ doors and disappears inta the kitchen. My eye's on her ass in those jeans. So sweet.

I finish off my High Life at just the right time. The clock strikes 11 pm, and Suzanne brazenly barges out of the kitchen and hollers, “Closin’ time!”

I stay in my seat.

Suzanne marches to the door and turns the lock. Then she and the other girls go ‘round to all the windows and draw down the blinds.

When the place’s shut down tight as a rich girl’s ass, Suzanne goes behind the counter and dips out of sight. Fifteen seconds later, she circles back out and strolls on over to my booth.

She ain’t got no bottoms on.

Girl’s got a pen in her right hand, and a book of order slips in her left. She asks, “So, how you want your pussy tonight?”

I look down at her full brown bush. It’s trimmed up all nice, and she’s got her lips shaved so I can see her clit. She’s pretty, sweet, and got a great body, but this is why I’m drawn to this girl. I love me some lush, full lips and meaty clits, and Suzanne’s pussy’s just what I’m needing’ right now.

“John! Pay attention! Quit lookin’ at my bush! I asked you, how you want your pussy tonight?” I love it when she gets bossy.

I raise my gaze from her insanely beautiful cunt to her lovely face and say, “Used and creamy, darlin'.”

She ain't fazed, and cranes her neck, shoutin' to the kitchen, “Hey Pete, John’s here! He’s orderin’ his usual. Need your help.”

I pull out a crisp fifty-dollar bill for Pete’s services, as usual. Twenty seconds later, Pete busts through the double doors. He’s still wearin’ his white cook’s uniform.

Pete comes to the booth, starts to unbuckle his belt, and says, “So glad you ordered this, John. Been thinkin’ bout sinking my cock into one of these girls all day. Man, I need to bust a nut!”

I hold the fifty up and say, “Well, I guess this ain’t needed then!”

Pete swipes the fifty from my hand and pockets it, sayin’, “Nice try, motherfucker.”

Then Pete drops his pants. It never ceases to amaze. Pete’s got the biggest dick ever. Long and thick. When word got out in high school, that was when he made his circuit and pushed that monster inta very pussy he could, and there were many, includin’ my Jenna’s.

Pete starts strokin’ his meat and says, matter-of-factly to Suzanne, “Okay, pretty girl, let’s get goin’. Do your thing with John. Tell me when you’re ready.”

Sweet Suzanne guides me to lie down on the booth, unbuckles my belt, and pulls my bottoms down, boxers included. My cock springs out, hard and ready.

Girl straddles my face, one knee on the booth, and her other leg’s extended and touchin’ the floor ‘neath the table. We ain’t got enough room on the seat for both of her knees and me. She’s faced towards my cock.

Pete’s behind her, checkin’ out her ass and strokin’ his dick.

She lowers her hips, plants her lady meat on my face, and I start to devour her pussy. Right away, she bends over and takes my dick in her mouth. Girl’s got a gift for sucking cock.

We go at it, mouths on fuck parts, and before I know it, she’s drippin’ wet.

I lift her off my face for just a moment and call out, “Pete, she tastes ready!”

Pete steps forward, one-eyed lizard in hand, and rubs his massive cockhead up and down her pussy’s slit a few times. He grunts out, “Take it, John!” and slides it forward into my open mouth. I take as much of his penis into my mouth as I can from that angle. Pretty much just the tip, and it tastes salty from him and sweet from her.

He pushes it into and out of my mouth a few times. Suzanne quits her lusty moanin’ and screams, “Pete! You motherfucker! Quit dickin’ ‘round down there and push that monster inta my pussy!”

Pete chuckles and pulls his cock outta my mouth, backs up a bit, and slowly slides it into Suzanne’s wet fuck hole while I’m suckin’ on her clit. When he’s fully buried, I feel his balls on my face.

Then we start. As I'm suckin' on Suzanne’s clit, she’s gettin’ cunt-fucked by Pete, and his sweaty balls are slappin’ on my forehead. The smell of sex is everywhere.

But that motherfucker sure was right in that he needed to bust. Not two minutes into them fuckin’, I hear Pete moanin’ and cursin’ over Suzanne’s screamin’. The fucker pushes his dick all the way in her, and his nasty nutsack hits my face one last time.

Knowin’ what’s comin’, I wrap my lips around the base of Pete’s cock just at where it’s stretchin’ Suzanne’s fuck hole. In a haze I hear Suzanne screamin’ at the top of her lungs. My mouth feels Pete's dick throb and pulse as he's pumpin’ her pussy full of his cum.

Pete's moanin’ and throbbin’ quiets down, and his cum starts slowly oozin’ outta Suzanne, coating his cock’s base that I got my mouth on. As I savor the mix of Pete’s cum and Suzanne’s pussy juice, Pete suddenly pulls his dick out of her. Right away, more of his cock milk follows and drips all over my face.

Pete bends down, looks at my jizz-covered face, and says, “Okay, John. Your order’s ready. One hot pussy, used and creamy.”

Suzanne scrambles off my face, and I slide off the booth’s bench. That new black hottie’s ready, and throws down set of cushions so Suzanne can get on her back to fuck me in comfort.

Her slutty cunt’s a leakin’ wreck.

Just like I like it.

My cock’s as fuckin' hard as granite from the quarry, and I push it into her vagina. It’s loose, warm, cum-slick, and so easy to fuck. In no time flat, I’m throbbin’ and pumpin’ her used fuck hole with my cum.

I pull my dick out of her, give her a peck on the cheek, and say, “You’re the best, baby! You always know just how I like it.”

Suzanne says back to me, as I put the envelope of money on the table, “Don’t stay away so long, darlin'! Nice t'have you back! Maybe next time you can give Chelsea a turn. Girl knows what she's doin'."

I look over at that there pretty little black girl...guess Chelsea's her name. She'd been watchin' us and fingerin' her pussy this whole time. Nice touch there.

A shit-eatin’ grin’s plastered on my face as my dick's settlin' down. I pull my pants up, buckle my belt, and unlock the door. As I amble into the lot on the way to my truck, I spy my good buddy Dale Conroy on his way in. Denise and Chelsea are in the foyer, waitin’ for ‘em.

I wink at 'em and say, “Have fun in there, Dale! Say hi to Rachel for me.”

His pretty wife, Rachel, is Abby’s best friend.

As I watch the girls welcome him inside, I take a moment. Guess my life ain’t total shit. I got a steady job that keeps food on the table, and I got the best and most lovin’ woman on this earth.

But I’m real grateful for this place right here.

After all, without Pete’s Diner, both Dale and I woulda never met our fine wives.