I am a Zero Pt. 03

Literotic asexstories – I am a Zero Pt. 03 by Sorian,Sorian John

I stood in front of the mirror and just looked. I didn’t move. I couldn’t bear to. I saw Jeff’s cum dripping and dribbling down my chest in thick white globs and clear streaks. My nipples were still hard and my heart continued to pound, but I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to look. I didn’t want to wipe it off–instead I just wanted it to run down my boobs. This is what they were for. It made sense to me. Clearer than anything I had considered before. Clearer than any math problem or any simple sentence. Gazing up at my brother while he objectified me and came all over me felt so right. So calming and yet so exciting all at the same time.

I remained on my knees once Jeff had finished, just holding my tits and looking at him. He told me to “stay there, just like that” and then he went, got his phone and took several pictures of me. I made no smile or any kind of expression, I didn’t feel the need. I just looked up at him and he down at me. Once he was finished he went back to the living room and I went into my bathroom where I now stood. I took another deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I didn’t know what I felt. I knew I was excited, horny, elated and yet above all else I actually was calm. It was serene. I didn’t know that word actually existed, but for me, it did.

“Hey Kates,” Jeff called from the other room. “The pizza is here!”

I picked up the washcloth and reluctantly began wiping my brother’s cum off my neck and chest. After a minute or two of cleaning, I knew I had it all, so I washed the washcloth out and then put my shirt on. I didn’t like feeling covered up. I couldn’t describe it. I just felt like I was putting something on that didn’t belong on. The soft fabric suddenly felt itchy and uncomfortable. I frowned and then left the room, walking back into the living room to sit with Jeff.

He was already eating his pizza and searching through the TV for the right movie to watch. He looked at me, smiled, but said nothing and acted like nothing had happened. I liked that. There wasn’t anything to say. Yet I knew for me, something in me had changed. Perhaps everything had changed. Maybe change wasn’t the right word. Maybe it was more like I was finally being myself.

I sat beside my brother and I never felt so close to him, so much like belonging in my whole life. The intensity of my emotion is hard to describe only because I had never felt anything like it before.

Jeff picked a movie and we ate together. Suddenly my phone vibrated with a text from John.

John: What are you doing tonight? Can I see you?

My heart skipped a beat.

Katie: I am just watching a movie with Jeff. Do you want to come over?

“What does John want?” Jeff asked, clearly glancing at my phone.

I turned away from him. “Just to talk, I think. He might come over.”

“Awesome,” Jeff said with a mouthful of pizza. “I want to tell him about my job.”

“You can text him yourself you know?” I said with a smirk. I was usually the go-between with my brothers. For some reason they couldn’t text or talk to each other if I was around, they just had me do it. I didn’t mind. I liked always knowing what was going on with them. It made me feel included.

“Blah, blah, blah” Jeff said mockingly. “You are already texting him.” He kept watching the movie.

John: Yeah I want to come over. Do you think I can see you just you and me, without Jeff?

I glanced at Jeff and thought for a moment.

Katie: Not sure. He just got a job and he is pretty excited. He wanted to tell you about it.

“Tell him to come over! See if Chelsea will let him out of the cage early or if we have to wait until tomorrow at the lake house,” Jeff said then he laughed at something on the TV.

John: Tell him congratulations. If I do come by, it will only be for a minute. Chelsea will think I am going to the store for some last minute things. I won’t have much time.

“John says congratulations,” I said to Jeff and then focused on my phone.

Katie: Ok. Why do you want to see just me and not Jeff?

I knew the answer to the question but I wanted to be sure. I tried not to assume as much as I could as not everyone said what they meant the way that I did.

John: I want to talk to you about what you said earlier. I want to know if you meant it.

Katie: I always mean what I say. Come over and I will show you.

John: Ok. But I don’t want Jeff to know.

I sighed. Secrets made things complicated. But I wasn’t sure if I was ready to tell John about what had happened with Jeff. It felt like something that was just for Jeff and I. If I was going to do something for John, then it made sense to me that it would be the same thing: something just between us.

Katie: Ok. But I will need your help with a reason. I am not good at lying.

John: No problem. I will be there in thirty minutes.

I slide my phone into the front pocket of my pajama pants. My heart was pounding. I had not thought this through very well and I realized that I wasn’t sure what I would do when John got here. I bit my lip and just pictured all the porn I had watched. I knew the mechanics of how a blow job worked but all the acting and the drama of porn was not a help to me. Instead I focused on how I knew Jeff liked to jerk off. That was something easier to emulate–it was more real. If I just did the same thing with my mouth and hand I think that would work. The only way to know was to try.

Jeff put his hand on my leg as we watched the movie and he squeezed softly. It felt good. It was like he was reassuring that my place was to be right there next to him. Or something. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I liked how firm he was. I felt like I belonged there.

I imagined how John must feel knowing that Chelsea didn’t want or didn’t think of his pleasure as important. The more I thought about it, the more upset it made me. John was a good person and he was a good husband to her. He was handsome, goofy and devoted. I always thought Chelsea was lucky to have him. But now that he had told me about this simple thing he wanted, it made me mad that she didn’t seem to care about that. I wondered if he had ever told her about it. I doubted that. John wasn’t the confrontational type, which was why she just kind of bullied him.

Jeff laughed at the TV and I did too. He squeezed my leg again and I leaned closer to him. I think that is what he wanted me to do. His fingers rubbed my pajama pants and I wondered what he was thinking. I felt so close to him.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. I got up but before I could get to the door it opened and John stepped in.

“Hey guys,” he said looking at me directly for a moment and then softening his gaze when he saw Jeff. “Hey Jeff, Katie says congratulations are in order!”

“You bet your ass!” Jeff said as he hopped to his feet.

John walked over and handed Jeff a bottle of bourbon with a bow on it. “Well then here you go, brother! Congratulations!”

Jeff smiled and snatched the bottle immediately. He walked back to the couch and started to open it. “Kates, get some glasses and let’s have a drink!”

I looked at John for a moment and he nodded. “Ok,” I said and I walked over to the kitchen and found some glasses.

“I only have time for one drink,” John said. “Then, Katie, I need you to come out and look at this stain on my car seat. I have no idea how to get it out and Chelsea is going to kill me if she sees it.” He met my eye and winked.

I nodded. This was a reasonable lie. John was terrible at cleaning anything and he often would drop off shirts for me to clean and I had washed his car several times. “Ok, I will need to get the cleaner from over the clothes washer,” I said as easily as I could. I was terrible at lying.

I set three glasses down and we had a drink with Jeff. He was so happy. I loved seeing him like that. I could tell he was so proud. I also knew he was going to get very drunk tonight from that bottle.

“Ok, that’s all I can have,” John said. “I need to get going. Katie, can you help me?”

“See you tomorrow!” Jeff said to John, already pouring himself another glass. “It is gonna be epic!”

“You know it!” John said and then he walked out my front door.

I grabbed some cleaner and a washcloth and then followed him out. He had parked away from the curb in a very dark part of the street. I jogged to catch up to him as he was almost to his car. He opened the backseat door and slid in, motioning me to get in with him. I realized my hands were shaking. I shivered, not because it was cold but because I was nervous and excited. I slid in next to him and set the cleaner on the floor of the backseat.

My brother looked at me for a moment. He was very nervous.

“Are you ok?” I asked him.

He nodded. “Yes,” he said simply. Then he added, “Did you mean what you texted me?”

I nodded.

“Say it,” he said. “I mean, would you say it to me? Sorry I didn’t mean to be so direct.”

“Don’t apologize to me,” I said to him simply. “I like it when you say what you mean, John.” I slid next to him until our legs touched. I put my hand on his thigh.

“Ok,” he said and then he swallowed dryly.

I took a breath, thought and then spoke, “John, ever since you told me about what you wanted from Chelsea, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I don’t like that Chelsea…”

“Don’t talk about her,” John said. “Please.”

I nodded. “Ok,” I said. I looked into my brother’s eyes. “Ever since we talked I have been thinking about how much I wanted to do one thing for you.”

“What’s that?” He asked nervously.

“John, I want to suck your dick,” I said simply and directly. “I really want to.”

He looked into my eyes but didn’t say anything.

I wasn’t sure what to do so I reached to his crotch and he flinched for a second. “Please can I suck your dick?” I asked him as I grabbed at his button and zipper.

He swallowed and helped me undo his pants. He slowly slid his pants down, with his underwear at the same time and his already hard dick sprang up. He was a little smaller than Jeff, but perfectly straight with a tuft of hair at the base.

I smiled at him. “This is my first time,” I said to him. “But I am so glad it is with you.”

Before he could reply I leaned forward and took the tip of his cock in my mouth. I was surprised by how soft the skin was and how salty he tasted. I wondered if the taste was precum or sweat or something else so, with his cockhead in my mouth, I started to lick on it.

He gasped and gently touched the hair on my head, moving some behind my ear so he could watch me.

His voice and his soft touch made me feel connected to him. So I took a bit more in and sucked on it. I was right in that it wasn’t as salty as at first, I just felt his soft flesh that surrounded his hardness push into my mouth as I sucked.

“Oh yes,” he muttered.

I took him down further and kept sucking, trying to rely on his sounds and movements to help me know if I was doing it right. I so wanted this to feel good for him. I thought about how Jeff jerked off and so I gripped the remained of his shaft with my hand and I bobbed my head and stroked him.

“Just your mouth,” John moaned and he pushed my hand away.

I focused on continuing the motion but just with my mouth and I sucked harder. I took him in as far as I could, the head of his penis hit the back of my mouth and then I pulled back up.

He put his hand on my head and guided me up and down slowly. “Just like that Katie,” he moaned. “Just like that.”

I loved his direction. I felt close to him. No. More than that even. I felt connected. It was like his dick in my mouth was part of me. I moved at his direction, down and up, down and up, down and up.

“Yes, yes,” he muttered as he started to bob my head faster and faster.

I swallowed my spit and kept going. I felt so connected to John this way. I just wanted him to feel good. I stopped trying to control my pace and just let him control me. It felt better this way. More natural. I thought of Jeff objectifying me and cumming all over me and I realized John was doing something similar. He was holding my head and using it to pleasure his cock. I imagined my mouth being a receptacle for his cock as he began to buck his hips. The word: receptacle seemed to imprint into my mind. That is what I was in this moment. That is what I needed to be. I felt my body respond as I knew I was very wet and my hips moved in involuntary pleasure.

“I am going to cum,” John blurted. “Katie, I need you to swallow it. Please swallow it.”

I nodded my head enough for him to see me, but not enough to disturb the rhythm he had continued. I felt his fingers in my hair tighten and he began to thrust his hips as I bobbed on his cock. I knew it was coming but I didn’t know what to do, so I just gave myself as best as I could to the moment and to my brother. All I could think was: use me.

“Gah!” Suddenly John gasped and almost immediately my mouth filled with the warm, thick saltiness of his cum. I started swallowing in a rhythm that matched the bobbing of my head as my brother groaned, moaned and came. I gulped cum and spit as John’s rhythm became erratic. All I could do was suck, swallow and keep going until he was done.

As I sucked and swallowed something else had happened. I had lost myself in that moment. The way John was thrusting and holding my head was so direct, firm and controlling. It was like he was depositing himself in my mouth. This was only further enunciated by his moans, grunts and heavy breaths. I knew that this was what he needed. He was letting himself go and this was what I could do for him. This was my purpose.

Finally he grunted and he thrust once more and held my head down on himself as his cock gave me one last trickle of his cum. I swallowed it down and as he gasped I continued swallowing on him. I set in myself in that moment that I would not stop swallowing on John until he asked me to stop. He groaned, he shook and then he pulled me off his spent dick.

“Holy shit,” John said as he leaned back.

I sat up, swallowed again and then wiped my mouth. It was wet from saliva and what could have been his cum, but I couldn’t tell. “I really enjoyed that,” I said to him.

I could see those words meant something to my brother. He knew I meant it. “That was amazing,” he said almost breathlessly.

“Yes it was,” I replied. I put my hand on his knee. “John, anytime you want it. Literally any time, would you come over and use my mouth?”

He gave me a look for a moment and then said, “Use your mouth?”

I nodded, “Yes. I mean it. I really think I need you to use my mouth like that. But only if you want to.”

He just looked at me. I saw something in his eyes that I couldn’t place. Then he nodded, “I will Kates.”

Jeff

I got out of the car. My head was spinning and so I stood for a moment and watched John drive off. I held the cleaner and the rag in my hand to maintain the ruse of cleaning his seat. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I continued to stand. My mouth was filled with the taste of him–my goofy, kind brother John. My only regret was I wished the car had not been so dark and that I would have been able to see more. I knew I would replay that moment in my mind again and again, but all I had was what I felt, smelled and tasted. Tasted. The word rolled around in my mind. I had his taste. It wasn’t just the taste of his cock or even his cum that lingered, but it was the taste of his enjoyment, his pleasure, his satisfaction.

My body felt good. I was relaxed as if I had an orgasm. Perhaps I did. I honestly wasn’t sure. All I knew was that touching myself was no longer going to be enough. It was a cheap substitute for whatever this was. Whatever was happening was what I had been looking for. The door inside me was opened and there was no going back.

I watched as he stopped at the stop sign at the end of my street and then turned left. Back to his wife and his life. But I knew I had done something for him that only I could have done. I realized then and there something important about purpose. When you find it, it is something that only you can do. This was something that only I could do for him. I felt that when he was holding my head in those final moments and losing himself in thrusting my mouth. It was like my mouth and my head had been waiting for John’s cock, his cum and his need. Moreover, he had been waiting for me. In a way I supposed that I should have thanked Chelsea for being a selfish bitch. She had allowed this to happen or at least sped the process along.

I took another breath in the cool night air then turned and went back into the apartment. As I entered the living room, Jeff was eating another piece of pizza and I saw that he had set two pieces aside for me. That was kind of him. He was lounging on the couch eating his pizza and sipping another tall pour of bourbon. Jeff was a pretty heavy drinker when he had a mind to it and he was well on his way to being very drunk. I wasn’t sure how long I had been gone.

“So what was the deal with his seat?” Jeff asked casually. “I swear Kates, if you weren’t there to clean up after him, Chelsea would have killed John already.”

I smiled and didn’t say anything. I walked past him and put the unused cleaning supplies away. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a plate and a napkin and then sat down to pick up the pieces of pizza left for me. “What are you watching?” I asked as I sat.

“Some war movie,” Jeff said with a bit of a slur in his speech. “I think I have seen it before, but it’s hard to say. They are all the same.”

I nodded and ate my slice of pizza. I found it interesting how good it tasted with the taste of John still in my mouth. I wondered if cum was like salt or vanilla in that it had a quality that made things taste better. I would have to look that up when I had a chance. “Are you all ready for tomorrow?” I asked.

“Yeah, I finished the HR form so all there is to do is relax now,” Jeff said with a slight slur.

I smiled at him. “I mean are you all packed?”

He nodded, “The benefit of living out of a suitcase is you are always partially packed.”

I gave a soft laugh and set down the plate. I found I was full and didn’t need to eat more. I wondered what John was doing or what he was going to tell Chelsea. I hoped that some of the edge of his night was taken off by what we did. I hoped that during the week we would find another time or way to be alone. I was already thinking about the next time.

“Kates, I think you should wear that night shirt more often,” Jeff said. He was sitting up and looking at me. “You have nice legs.”

“Ok,” I said to him simply. I knew Jeff liked to look at me and that made me feel good. It was easy for me to understand and I wanted him to enjoy being with me. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I replied, wiping my mouth with the napkin. I wondered if I had any of John’s cum on my chin. It didn’t look like it.

“Are you a virgin?” Jeff asked.

“Yes,” I said to him.

“But you had boyfriends,” Jeff said. “I remember that one guy, what was his name? Cooper or something.”

“Carter,” I replied. “I am not sure if he was actually my boyfriend. We never had that conversation directly.”

Jeff nodded and he laughed. “Katie, sometimes you can have a conversation without talking about every little detail.”

I frowned at him. “I know most people can, but I am not like that. You know that.”

He nodded. “I know, I’m sorry–I am a little drunk. I know you are different.”

I looked away from him. No matter what happened, eventually how I was “different” seemed to always come up. I didn’t understand why. It was just so apparent or obvious. It made me feel out of place in that moment.

“I like that you are different,” Jeff said, scooting closer to me. “You are my little sister and I understand you.”

I looked back at him and gave a small smile. “Thanks for saying that.”

“You said something earlier,” he said. I could tell he had been thinking of what to say for a while. I was curious where he was heading. “When we were in your room, and, um..”

“When you were jerking off?” I asked him directly.

He nodded. He was still shy about talking about this and I didn’t understand it.

“What did I say?” I knew everything I had said. I had an uncanny ability to remember almost everything, so I was curious what moment he was thinking of.

“You said something like, ‘this is what I am for’ or something like that,” he said carefully.

I nodded. I could see there was some lust building in his eyes by the way he was looking at me. “Yes, I said that this is what I am for and to cum for me,” I repeated. Suddenly my phone vibrated and I looked down at it. I had a text from John.

John: Just got home. My mind is still racing. That was amazing.

That made me feel good. I wanted that for him. It was amazing for me too.

Katie: I am glad you are back safe. It was amazing for me also. Can’t wait to do it again.

“What does John want?” Jeff asked, glancing at my phone.

“Nothing,” I said easily. “He is back home, that’s all.”

Jeff nodded and then continued, “What did you mean by what you said?”

I looked at him for a moment. “Jeffy, I meant that you can use me to jerk off and to cum. I want you to. I know the way you look at me.”

He looked stunned like I had caught him stealing or something.

My phone buzzed again.

John: I can’t wait either. I didn’t know how much I needed that and how much I needed you.

I gave a soft smile when I read that. I sent him a heart emoji then set my phone down. I looked back at Jeff, I could see he was processing what I said to him and so I waited.

“So,” he began slowly and he stood up. “Like what about right now?”

I looked up at him. I liked being lower than him. There was something about looking up at Jeff that made me feel centered, as if this was my place with him–to be looked down on. I felt my value like that. “Do you mean that you want to use me right now?” I asked him directly. My heart began beating faster.

“Yes,” he said and he started to unbutton his pants.

“Ok,” I said. I set the plate on the coffee table and my phone next to it. I looked up at him and pulled my shirt up and off over my head. My naked boobs jiggled as I tossed my shirt to the floor. “Is this ok?”

Jeff nodded and pulled his pants down to his thighs. His dick was hard and I wondered what John’s looked like in this light. I hoped I could see it. I wanted to learn more about it. But in this moment it was about Jeff, so I did what I could to push all my thoughts of John to the back of my mind.

“I love your tits Katie,” Jeff said to me as he started to stroke his cock slowly. “I love staring at them.”

I made no expression. I could see he was doing it again–objectifying me. I loved it. I gripped my boobs with my hands and presented them to him. Remembering our last interaction earlier that evening I said nothing to him. I just looked up at him and held my tits.

He stroked himself faster now. A small bead of precum was forming on the tip of his penis and then disappeared into his hand as he jerked off. He was pulling and pushing his dick really hard. I knew he had his hands on his cock at least once a day, sometimes more. I could tell each time how familiar he was with this motion and I liked that I had found my place and my space in this ritual. He put one leg on the couch and he jerked his cock harder. I could see his ball sack tighten.

“Tell me what you are for,” Jeff said to me with an intensity in his voice.

I held my tits and looked into his eyes. “This is what I am for,” I said simply. “For you to look at, to lust after and to jerk off to.”

He took a deep breath and kept stroking. “Keep talking, Kates but be dirtier,” he said.

I heard my phone vibrate. I knew it was John, but he would have to wait. Jeff needed me now. “Jeffy, my purpose is for you to look at and to lust after. I am–”

“Dirtier,” Jeff commanded. He was beating his dick hard.

I squeezed my tits and pressed them together. My heart was pounding. I was so horny. “The purpose of my tits is to get your dick hard and to catch your cum. My tits need your cum all over them.”

He grunted and kept jerking off, “Keep going. I am almost there.”

I looked as intently into his eyes as I could. I could see the pleasure building somewhere in the background of his expression. That’s what I wanted. I wanted him to have that pleasure and that release. I needed him to have it. When I thought about that, I knew what I was and what I needed to say. “I need your cum all over me. I am your jack off object. My tits are your cum toys. I need you shooting your load all over my tits. That is what they are for.”

He groaned and beat his cock very fast and hard. “You need my cum don’t you?”

I nodded, “Yes Jeff. I do.” I moved closer to him. I could feel the wind from his hand jacking his cock. My nipples were so hard. I wanted to touch his cock. I wanted to feel his dickhead against my nipple. I wanted his dick between my tits. I moved closer to him and his hand brushed my breast. I swallowed hard and gazed into his eyes. “Jeff, I–”

“Stop talking,” Jeff commanded.

I nodded.

He pushed his dick between my tits and he let out a breath. I moved into a lower position and it took us a moment to get situated. But I said nothing. This is what I was for. I was never more certain about anything in my life.

“Press your tits together,” he grunted

I did so and didn’t take my eyes off of him. Whatever he said or did, my job was to respond. We were connected.

My brother fucked my tits, holding my shoulders as I pressed my breasts together around his dick. I felt his balls against my chest and I felt the ooze of precum between my tits acting like lubricant as he fucked me. I knew I was horny but I didn’t need my pussy or clit to be touched. I needed this: I needed to be used just like this.

Jeff groaned and fucked my tits hard. He grunted and swore and then he said, “Yes, fuck, yes. I’m gonna cum. All over you like a fuck doll. All over your fucking tits. Ah! Ah!”

Suddenly his dick erupted and cum spewed out up against my neck and my chin. I didn’t move or take my eyes off of him. I could see the pleasure in his face as his cock pulsated and contracted. Another load hit me and then another until I wasn’t sure if he was still cumming or if I was just covered in his essence. I just held my tits together for him until he was finished.

“Fuck,” Jeff said as he stepped back. His dick was covered in cum bubbles and drops. I felt it all over my neck and my chest like warm vaseline or lotion. But I just held my tits, covered in his semen and I kept looking up at him so he could see his work and what we had done together. He gripped his dick and squeezed out a few more drops onto my tits before sitting back down on the couch. He was breathing heavily.

I let go of my breasts. I realized I had been squeezing them very hard and they were sore. But they felt good, covered in Jeff’s thick cum. I looked around to see if any had gone anywhere else but it looked like all of it was on me. Just as it should be.

“I’m sorry,” Jeff said suddenly. “I can help you clean up. I don’t know what I was–”

“Don’t say that,” I said to him directly. “There is nothing to be sorry about Jeff.” I stood up in front of him. His cum was running down my tits and my tummy now. “I understand it now. Even better than before.”

“What do you mean?” He asked me as he reached for the napkin.

I pushed his hand away. “Jeffy, relax ok?” I said. I got back on my knees in front of him. “Jeffy, take my picture like this so it will help you remember.”

He picked up his phone and took a few pictures of me. “I won’t forget this.”

“I don’t mean this moment,” I said to him standing up again. “I want you to look at those pictures and any other ones you take of me so you remember that this is what I am for. I mean it.”

He laughed and smiled. “Ok,” he said. “I think I have been wasting myself jerking off to porn.”

I looked into his eyes, “I agree. From now on, if you want to, bring your cum to me. Ok?”

Jeff nodded.

Work

Jeff and I were supposed to meet John at 2:30 at my place and then we were going to drive together to the lake house for our week away. In the morning, Jeff had come into my room before I was awake and after shaking me awake, without a word, he helped me take off my shirt, then he straddled me and started to jerk off. I was pinned to the bed underneath him as he half knelt half sat on my chest as he stroked his dick.

The confined feeling made me feel close to him and there was no question as to what he was going to do and, subsequently, what I was for. The clarity that was forming between us was a wonderful thing to me. I looked at his dick as he stroked it, but soon it was apparent he wanted to look into my eyes as he put his hand under my chin and lifted until we were looking at each other.

I could see the desire in his face, the way he looked at me and objectified me. I wondered if he woke up that morning needing to do this or if this was something he had thought of for a long time. Either way, it was clear he needed to do this and he needed to do it now. I loved all of this. I loved his urgency, his more forceful movements and more than all of that–I loved the way he looked at me. The way he looked down on me like I was an object of his lust or some kind of porno that he wanted to cum all over. That was my purpose. It was so clear to me that it was like I couldn’t see anything else.

When he began to grunt and his cum shot out all over my face I started to close my eyes in pleasure but he muttered firmly, “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me when I am cumming on you.”

So I did.

His words were not harsh, but they were direct and clearly told me what he needed from me. This is all I needed from him–his direction and then, of course, whatever followed. He leaned closer to me, his dick very close to my face and he milked the rest of his cum out in thick spurts and drops. Cum was in my hair mostly and some ran down my forehead, some into my eyes and it burned and some ran down onto my pillow. He gave his cock a few more very hard jerks before shaking the last remnants of his cum onto me. He then took his phone that lay somewhere on my bed and took several pictures of me.

His last look at me was both firm and warm and I felt his affection and I know he felt mine. Then he got off of me and left my room.

I got out of bed and looked in the mirror. His cum was all over me. I remembered thinking of one of those self help books I read after high school. It was about being purposeful with your life and with what you wanted to accomplish each day. Again, it meant nothing to me, and now it did. As I looked in the mirror I felt a well of emotion, all of it clear and peaceful as if I was sailing on calm waters powered by a strong wind. Wherever I was heading was where I was meant to go.

“This is my purpose,” I said out loud. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror then got ready for work.

Now it was 11 am and the lunch rush for work was just starting. I wasn’t thrilled to be at work right now as I needed to get ready for the trip, but my thinking at the time was the tips would be good to have to help with gas and also I could have lunch at the restaurant. One less thing to take care of.

After Jeff came all over my face that morning I felt pretty. I didn’t normally feel pretty but today I did. I had my hair back in a long braid and I wore a tight shirt that couldn’t quite button up all the way over my boobs. The black bra I had on underneath was slightly visible and my midriff was exposed. I had some jeans on and my favorite sneakers. This outfit put me in a good mood and, coupled with the knowledge that I would be in the car with John and Jeff for a couple hours later today just made me happier.

The only problem was that focusing on work was almost impossible. The happenings of the last 24 hours were too much for me to simply leave at home. John had texted me more about hoping we could find some moments alone and at the same time Jeff had been in my room that morning. I kept thinking about the look in his eyes when he told me to keep my eyes open and then he came. The pleasure in his face and the way he shook as he came was a completely wonderful thing to see. Then as he came on me, he brought me into that place of pleasure with him and I felt so–so–something. I didn’t know what I felt. But it was a good feeling. A powerful one. An intoxicating one.

Then there was John. I could still taste him. The truth was that I was afraid to eat anything as the taste of him would go away. I felt so close to him. He texted me differently now. We were closer. He needed me. I liked it. No. I loved it.

“What the hell?!” Yelled the middle aged customer as I set a drink down in front of him. “I ordered coffee.”

I looked at him and then frowned. He was right. “I’m sorry sir,” I said as I picked up the drink. It was meant for a different table. “I will be right back to take your order.”

He frowned at me and then he looked at my chest and his frown seemed to loosen on his lips. His eyes didn’t leave my chest as I turned around and then I felt him looking at my ass. At least this outfit was helping me, because I was not helping myself today.

I set the drink down at the next table. “Here you go,” I said with my waitress smile. The couple at the table were engaged in some kind of conversation so I decided not to let them know their food was coming.

“She is terrible isn’t she?” I heard the woman say as I walked away.

“Yeah, I almost feel bad for her. She is so stupid,” the man said.

I wondered what I had forgotten at that table and quickly went to look at my tickets. I got to the register and clicked through the orders I had put in. It dawned on me that they had been waiting and their food was ready and sitting out. I shook my head and sighed. I needed to focus. The whole point of working today was to get tips and screwing up every order was not going to work.

The problem was I kept thinking about John and Jeff even as I looked through my tickets my mind wandered. I was not a multitasker. I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose. I needed to focus. Immediately the memory of Jeff cumming all over my face filled my mind. I could picture him looking down at me as he pumped his cock, spilling his cum all over my face. My mind quieted on that memory and I held onto it.

That is what I was for.

That is what I was for.

That is what I was for.

“Katie?” My manager said and I opened my eyes. He looked at me with some concern in his eyes. “Are you ok?”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, I am fine.”

“Ok you have some ready orders that have been sitting on the counter,” he motioned back toward the kitchen.

I nodded and took another look at my tickets to get a quick inventory of what and where and then I hurried back to the kitchen. I grabbed the plates and systemically delivered them to their various tables. All of them were late. Each table met me with a frustrated sigh, a reminder I was late and the last table met me with a harsh, “Big tittied bimbo.” That last comment came from the regular that had made a habit of calling me that at the urging of his friends. I never knew how to respond so I just looked down and hoped my cleavage would make up for the food being late and cold.

I went back to the register and urged myself to focus. I clicked through my tickets looking for the mental system that I normally used to keep track of things. But for some reason it wasn’t coming to me. What was I doing? I thought about leaning forward in the back of John’s car and tasting his cock. I closed my eyes and remembered the way it felt when he held my head and thrust. I felt safe, secure and in my place. My mouth was wrapped around his cock–as it should be. My heart began to beat faster as I thought about it.

“Katie?” My manager said to me again.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Yes? What is it?”

“Are you ok? Do you have a headache?” He asked with more concern than before. “You seem off today.”

I smiled at him weakly, “Yes, I am ok. I just have a lot on my mind. I am going on my trip today with my brothers and I am just thinking about them.”

He nodded but I could tell he didn’t understand. “Do you think you can get through your shift?” he asked.

I nodded, “Yes I will. I was just trying to focus. I will be fine.”

“Ok,” he said. “Table 6 has been asking for you. I guess they got a wrong drink order. I already took care of it, so don’t worry but you might want to get their order prioritized so they don’t have to wait much longer to eat. Ok?”

“Ok,” I said and I looked back at the register, found their order and frowned. How did I miss this? What was going on with my mind? I found their order and then went to the kitchen to check in.

I walked into the kitchen and waited.

“I like your shirt today,” the cook said to me in his thick Mexican accent. He looked at my chest while he said it.

“Thank you,” I said politely and a minute later he set the plates out for me to pick up.

He looked at me and grinned. “You look real good today. You dressed different.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. I was glad he noticed but I wasn’t sure what he wanted from me. I smiled at him politely and then grabbed the plates and dropped the order off at the table.

“It’s about time,” the man said. He glared at me and his friends nudged him.

“I’m sorry about the drinks,” I said to him. “Let me know if there is anything else I can do.”

“You can show us your tits,” one of the other men said. The table erupted in laughter.

I wasn’t sure if he was serious. I didn’t like these situations. I didn’t always understand when men I didn’t know were joking, especially when they were right to demand something from me because of my mistake. I looked at each of the men for a moment, looking for a signal to know if they were just joking or being serious. They all looked at me with various facial expressions from laughs to sneers to frowns.

“I..uh…I’m sorry again for the wait and the mistakes. I..” I stammered.

“I don’t care about your sorry,” the man said to me. He looked directly at me, almost right through me.

I closed my mouth and nodded.

He looked around and then leaned closer to me to be sure only those at the table could hear him and then he said, “You can’t get away with shaking your tits and ass and then fucking up orders all the time and expecting your customers to just keep tipping as if you are doing a good job. I have been coming here for a while and you have waited on me before, so I am just going to say this: I don’t think you are supposed to be a waitress. You are too stupid.”

I looked at him for a long moment while the rest of the customers at the table burst out laughing at his insult. I didn’t take it as such however. I knew I wasn’t stupid. But perhaps I was a stupid waitress. This isn’t what I was for. It wasn’t my purpose. “What do you think I am supposed to be?” I asked him as I held my notepad against my chest with both hands.

“With tits like those and a body like that,” the man began, then he looked around at the table with a kind of sly grin on his face. “I think this group of guys has some ideas.” The table erupted in laughter again, though this time it was more nervous and anticipatory rather than just fun.

I looked at them all. Each one individually. I knew that was something I needed to do. There are groups and there are individuals. I needed to consider both. What did I expect wearing an outfit like this? Of course I felt pretty but that wasn’t what this outfit really was. It was objectifying. My shirt presented my tits, the way I had presented them to Jeff for him to cum on or to fuck. Of course these men would see my tits that way–that is what my tits are for. Therefore I shouldn’t be nor was I surprised or shocked at what this man was saying to me and what, I thought, he was implying.