Saved by Sweet Alien Box Set (50 page)

I sigh and turn off the computer.  It’s time to go home.  I
shake my head and walk outside.  The sky is full of stars.  My body is all
hot.  I raise my head a bit to enjoy the breeze.  A strand of hair drops down
and covers my left eye.  I pull it back. 
Guys, you can never trust them.

I walk toward the parking lot.  Suddenly, I feel like someone
is following me.  My heart races.  Our town is pretty peaceful but at this time
of night, who knows.  I speed up.  “Linda…” It’s Kenneth.

I turn around and see him.  “Kenneth,” I look at him. 
Where
have you been?
  I want to ask him but my throat is blocked by a big lump. 
I swallow hard, trying to hold back my tears. 
Linda, be real, this is just
a one night stand, okay?  It’s not worth your tears.  But… I simply can’t help
it.

Kenneth stops right before me.  I reach out for him with my
open arms.  A tiny voice is shouting in my mind, “Stop, Linda.  Don’t act like
a slut.”  But I simply can’t stop.

Kenneth steps back. 
What?
  I look at him, totally
confused. 
Do I have the plague or what?  Why the fuck are you trying to
stay away from me like this?

I become angry. Very angry.  I turn around and run.  Kenneth
grabs my arm and whispers, “Linda, please listen.”

“
Let me go.
” I yell, turning around and staring at
him.  I struggle but he won’t let go my arm.  “What do you want, Kenneth?”

“Linda, please, listen, my wife discovered…”

“Discovered us?” My eyes widen.  I know he has a wife, and I
don’t mind sharing him with her. But I don’t understand how the heck that woman
could have followed her husband all the way to my restaurant and discovered our
little secret.  There is no way she could have followed a police vehicle
without being discovered.  Isn’t Kenneth a well trained police officer?

“Right.” He nods.

“How come?” I shake my head.  “Are you lying to me?” My
heart is raging.  I know I’m being rude now. But isn’t it rude, too, for him to
keep me waiting for a whole week and then lie to me?

“She smelled you.” Kenneth fakes a smile.

“Smelled… me…?”  Oh, fuck. Now I remember.  Kenneth left
without cleaning himself.  In fact, there is no shower in the restaurant. 
Maybe
I should install a shower as soon as possible, like for sanitary purposes?  I
guess that should be a good excuse.

“What did your wife say?” I ask.

His face and neck all turn red.  He looks at me, saying
nothing.

“Kenneth,” I look at him.  “I don’t care what the fuck your
wife said but I want to know the truth.”

Kenneth lowers his head and thinks hard.  Finally, he looks
at me and whispers, “She said I smelled like… like…”

“Like what?” I stare at him.

“Like, oh, gosh,” He holds his head with both hands.  After
a long while, he whispers, “A skunk.”

I almost laugh.  Me, smell like a skunk?  Then I must be the
best-smelling skunk in the whole world.  Oh, well, whatever,
I won. 

“Linda, is this… funny?” Kenneth stumbles over his words.

“Yeah, funny.” I grin.  “Very funny.”  I look at him.
“Kenneth, I’m not forcing you.  Meanwhile, is there any chance we can
continue?  You like my body, right?  And you know I like yours.”

Kenneth shakes his head, “Sorry, Linda, but my wife is
checking my dick every day now.”

Poor Kenneth.  You will never have any extra pleasure again.

I hold him lightly and give him a tiny kiss.  I can’t hold
him tight because his wife is going to detect that ‘skunk smell’ again.  “Take
care, Kenneth.”  I turn around and walking toward my car.

Kenneth stands still as I drive away, tossing him a big
kiss.

Life has to continue.  I’m busy with my business. Meanwhile,
I’m growing hornier and hornier each day.

Please don’t tell me a successful business woman doesn’t
need hot sex.  This is absolute bullshit.  Did you know Catherine the Great? 
She was the Russian Empress in the eighteenth century, who was responsible for turn
a small, weak Russian into a vast and powerful emperor.  Her reign was called
Russia’s golden age.  It was that good. 

Did you know how many lovers she had?  Twenty two.  Can you
imagine being fucked by twenty two young men?  She even has an erotic cabinet,
where table legs are large penises.

That’s what success means.  If you want to be more
successful, you need to be fucked by more horny guys.   I bet everything is
hormone driven.  I mean, your success gives you more horny hormones or
whatever.

Sometimes, that poor Kenneth comes in to eat or grab a
coffee.  We are now so polite to each other.  I call him
Sergeant
with complete
sincerity.  He replies with a soft smile and a
hi, Linda
.   He is now
just a regular customer to me.

Meanwhile, I have to say
meanwhile
, some new
excitement is brewing.  A new captain from the fire station is now trying so
hard to seduce me.  Please don’t ask me for evidence.  I have no solid evidence
but I just know.  I’m a girl, how can I not know?  You’re silly.

“L-i-n-d-a…,” Captain Cody Branton sounds so urgent. 

I’m tied up at the moment.  “Michelle,” I call. “Can you
please help?”

Michelle, our ‘Doll Girl’, a cute, part-time employee and full-time
first year college student, rushes over.  “Yes, sir, how can I help you?”

The captain looks at her small and pert breasts and then
sighs, “Can you please get Linda?  This is urgent.”

“Sorry, sir, she is helping other customers.”

“I can wait.” The captain is so persistent.

“O-k-a-y…” Michelle walks away slowly.  She looks at me and
then mouthes,
he wants you
,
you
. 

“Okay, Michelle, can you please take the order for these
customers?” I smile.

“Certainly,” She smiles so sweetly.

I rush over.  “Captain Branton, how can I help you?”

“Ah, yeah, er…” Captain Branton blushes, turning his right
hand into a fist to cover his mouth.  After a long while, he murmurs, “Can you
please call me Cody?”

“Okay, Cody, is everything okay?” I smile.

“Yup.  Thank you, Linda.”  His eyes automatically scan over
my body and then stop at my boobs.  “Everything is great.”

“Anything else you want?” I smile.

“Hmmm,” He thinks hard. “Okay, can you please bring me the
dessert menu?”

“Sure.”  I try so hard to hold my giggles.  Man, this captain
is absolutely out of his mind.  He hasn’t sunk his big teeth into that huge
burger yet.  He must be very hungry now.  And he’s asking for the dessert
menu? 

Oh, well, I do what my customers ask. 
Total customer
satisfaction
is our slogan.   Plus, he always tips us, I mean
me
,
well.  In fact, too well.

Having firefighters in my restaurant is so exciting.  They
mean way more business.  You know, these guys have huge muscles.  They are big
as Germans or Russians, too.  I didn’t realize we had guys this big in town. 

It’s not a surprise though, the fire station is full of big,
muscular guys.  I heard other fire stations are beginning to have girl
firefighters, but I have never seen any in the station nearby, at least among those
coming to eat in my restaurant. 

If you have been in a fire station, you know why.  First of
all, all the tools and equipment are super heavy, ladders, hoses, axes …, you
name it.  Plus, their turnout gear are almost forty five pounds, can you
believe that?  Those are only the coat, pants, helmet, and a few other things. 
Imagine, they climb with all their gear and tools up to fifty floors and walk
down carrying a victim.  They must have a huge frame and piles of big muscles.

One thing I have to clarify, though.  Many so called ‘experts’
claim firefighters have sex in the station.  I can tell you right off the bat,
that’s just not true. 

People do sleep together in the bunkrooms.  They usually
take a twenty four hour shift so they sleep during the night.  But that’s a
very disturbing environment.  There are always calls.  So, some firefighters
try to stay awake the whole night.  And then, there is snoring, coughing, foot
kicking, farting, and all kinds of gross things happening.  You want to sneak
in and steal a few firefighters for a hot sex right inside the station?  That
only happens in those cheap Kindle books.  Don’t be fooled.

I know all these because I joined a volunteer program for a
short while.  Some firefighter’s wives worry their husbands might do something
immoral in the station, especially where there are female firefighters.  I can
assure those wives that it’s almost impossible—unless your husband want to get
caught and lose their job.

The real concern is, however, when the husband is
out
of
the station.  That’s what I’m going to reveal to you real soon.  Hopefully,
you don’t see your husband’s name somewhere in my story below…

First of all, I have to make it clear that Captain Branton
doesn’t have an affair with me.  I mean, from his wife’s point of view, of
course.  For me, I don’t have a commitment to any man so any relationship can’t
be an affair for me. 

Secondly, we have become close enough that I call him Cody instead
of Captain or
sir
.  That’s some great progress.  I know if I try hard
enough, I will surely get what I want—to fuck him hard.

My wanting becomes desperate when I learn that he actually
does gym training at the station; you know, dumbbells and whatever.  Think
about the muscles and pumping power he has been building up with all these
trainings.  We’re talking about serious business here.  I mean it.

“Is everything okay, Cody?” I ask.

“Yup.  Thank you so much, Linda.”  Cody is sitting at a far
corner.  His hand is moving slowly into my pencil skirt, two fingers fucking
into my pussy.  He is now so skillful, he can push my G-string aside with a
tiny move of his pinky.  I’m serious.   I bend down, spreading my legs just
wide enough for his easy maneuvering, pretending to do something important but
enjoying the excitement of finger fucking right in side of my restaurant full
of people. 

Isn’t this incredibly exciting?  I mean, how many girls have
the opportunity to experience it?  Well, you may jump up and say, “Yeah, I had that
in the bar.”  So what?  The bar is where every girl getting one—unless you’re
extremely ugly.  So, that
doesn’t
count.

Anyway, Cody has seriously talked about our next step.  He
wants to bring me home.  It sounds like a good plan because he is going to stay
at home during the day while his wife and kids are either working or at
school.  But I learned his wife is a bigger than average, strong woman.  I just
don’t feel safe. 

Who knows what will happen, right? What if she smells me
like Kenneth’s wife?  Is she going to come to my restaurant to give me a good
lesson?  By law, she shouldn’t.  But when a girl is super jealous, is she going
to respect the law that much?  I’m not so sure.

The other option is go to a motel or something.  But
potentially bumping into someone is a huge concern.  You know, our town is
small.  Before that dick is close to your pussy, the news is out already.  So…
Man, this is becoming so complicated. 

I feel like I have to get my restaurant renovation project
going so that a shower can be installed as soon as possible.  I no longer want
to waste my time finding a good excuse.  Yes, having a shower in a restaurant
is odd.  So what? The boss wants it.  Isn’t this a strong reason?

Should I bring Cody to my condo? I wish I could.  Unfortunately,
my parents happen to live in the same condo, too.  I can’t afford to take the
risk. Seriously.

Man, getting fucked is so freaking hard.

Before I can figure out a good way to turn our tiny finger
fucking moment into a full-blown, breath-taking session, I have no choice but to
finger fuck myself.  It works great when I mix it with a vibrator. 

I just enjoyed my finger fucking about twenty minutes ago. I
try to imagine Cody fucking me hard.  It works great for me.  Now I’m so
exhausted, I need some good sleep.

Suddenly, I hear the phone ring.  Am I dreaming?  I’m not
sure.  Then I hear the rings again.  I open my eyes and hear the rings loud. 
Nope.  I’m not dreaming.

It’s a call from the security service company.  They inform
me that my fire alarm has gone off.  Too bad I have to get up.  I know the 911
center has been informed so I don’t have to call them again.  

I stop at my restaurant in less than twenty minutes.  I see
a fire truck flashing.  I walk over and see Cody and his crew—two firefighters
and a driver, who is also the pump operator.  “Hi, Linda,” They all smile and
wave at me.  They have been in my restaurant many times.  These guys are so
friendly and flirty, I really enjoy serving them.

“Hi, guys, thanks for coming.  So…?” I ask.

“False alarm, Linda.  No worries.”  Cody smiles.  “Please ask
your security company to fix the alarm system tomorrow.”

“Sure, will do.  You guys want to come in for a coffee or
something?” I smile.

They look at each other.  Then, they whisper to each other. 
What the heck is going on?

“Linda,” Cody steps forward. “I’m not sure if you want to
have some fun with us.”

“What… fun?” I look at him.

“Okay, you know, Linda, my guys really like you.  But it’s
all up to you.”  He turns to the others. “Right, guys?”

“Right,” The three hunky men smile at me big time.

“You mean…, all you four guys want to have fun with me?  One
girl?”  My heart pounds like crazy.  I have never thought of this.  Well, I did
read some Kindle books, I mean those gross, dirty stories about three people
getting together.  The girl is horny and asks the two guys fuck her. But those
are only stories, right?  As the authors always claim, they are fiction works
out of their imagination.  They are
not real
.

But now, four real men are smiling at me.  They all offer
their bodies for my pleasure.  Yes, I like big muscular hunky guys but four
cocks fucking me all at once? I’m not so sure about that. 

I bite my lip and think for a long while.  “Is it going to
hurt?” I ask finally.

“Oh, don’t worry. We are going to be super gentle.” Cody
smiles.