The Sexy And Controlling Domineering Waitress

I had gone into the local place for dinner for on a weekly basis for a number of years now, and it wasn’t the best food in the world, but it was decent. I’m a casual kind of guy, I know the waitresses there, know about their families, and am friends with the owner since him and my pop went to school together back in the day. But, it wasn’t until the new waitress they started there a month ago, that it became interesting at the local diner.

Her name was Shelley and her sexy blonde hair, sexy figure, girlish charm, sexy legs, and huge tits just left me with my mouth wide open. I had seen her on my last few trips in, and was asking around about her but no one had a whole lot of info on her. It wasn’t until last Friday night that she was my waitress and I got to know her really good.

She stopped by my table, showed off some cleavage and we started talking. She was new to the area, had been in a few bad relationships, and moved to our town to get a fresh start. I had to ask whether she was dating anyone. She wasn’t, and asked about me. I told her I was single, and had a few rough ones in the past too. We both laughed and chuckled a bit, and she went on her way. When she handed me the bill, she had a cell number on the bill and it read, “CALL ME STUD”.

I called her later that night, and she told me how she loved to be spoiled and taken care of by her men. I asked more since it sounded sexy, and she said she enjoyed expensive purses, sexy shoes, Italian lingerie, and only the finest stuff for her body. I was a pretty well off guy, just lonely, and arranged to meet her the next night at her place. She told me arrive with a gift and to show her my appreciation.

I arrived at her apartment with a special box that read, “FENDI”, that I picked up downtown after work. It cost me a bundle, but trust me, if you saw her looks, you would’ve done it too. She answered the door in a sexy dress with her long legs showing in heels. She saw the gift, grabbed it from my hands, and screamed. She thanked me for it and then we headed out for dinner. We went to a special Italian place in town, had an expensive dinner full of steak and lobster, an expensive bottle of wine, and talked a while. We really hit it off, and when we got back to her place, she kissed me on the cheek and said, “GOOD NIGHT”.

I kind of expected more from that night, and texted her the next day. She said she had fun, and to come by the next night for drinks after work, but bring another gift. She mentioned that her Jimmy Choo shoes were her favorites, so I stopped by the mall again and picked up a pair. I arrived back at her place and she opened the door. She jumped up and down, with her gorgeous tits bouncing up and down, and invited me in. Inside, she led me inside and then told me to sit on the couch. She got a few glasses of wine and we sat on the couch talking, but I could only look at her long legs and tits.

She sat on the couch with her legs spread wide and she wasn’t wearing any panties. She saw me glancing up her skirt and asked if I was enjoying the view. I gagged a little, and said I was. She asked me if I wanted to see a little more and told her of course. She took my hands, and then moved them towards her tits and let me touch them and fondle them a little. She told me, “You have to earn your way to the pussy, but here are my tits”. I have to admit, she had a great pair of tits and her nipples were rock hard. We continued to talk and she continued about her life, but I could only think about her pussy.

I got a text the next morning with the words, “MY PUSSY WANTS YOU”, and I was shocked. It was from her, and I texted back, “WHEN?”. She texted back, “TONIGHT, but don’t come alone”. I then got a text with a link to a dress at the local designer store, and I had to think about it for a little while. Was she worth all this money for sex, and thought of course. She was the hottest woman I had seen and I would do ANYTHING for her.

I showed up at her door with the dress in hand and she invited me in. She was in her lingerie and heels I bought her, and was strikingly beautiful. She thanked me for the dress, and we want to the living room. She had my hands on her breasts again and then slowly moved to her pussy and I was able to feel her and she was hot. It was slowly sexual but nothing hardcore and it was a lot of foreplay, kissing, and mutual touching between us. I left happy and wondered about the next time.

My phone rang, and she asked if she could see me again. I told her of course, but I won’t have time to shop. She said to forget it and that she would see me again sometime. She didn’t call me for a few days and I was worried, so I stopped by her place. When I arrived, she opened the door, I saw another guy in the living room, and she said that it was over since I couldn’t support her beauty. I felt used and controlled, but her beautiful body deserved tributes that I couldn’t provide, and lost her. DAMN.

By Venomous Eliza

Category: financial domination, control, gifts