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THE BREAKFAST CLUB

Katrina, age 29, was about to attend her first ‘Breakfast Club’. Katrina had become known around the city in various underground circles as a bonafied lesbian, a lesbian with outre needs and desires. It was a very di screet breakfast club.

Katrina was up early that morning, having slept little through the night just dreaming of this very outre experience. At 5:45 A.M., she was up and moving about. Taking a long, hot bath with an abundance of bath beads and scented fragrances.

Once the bath was over, she selected a latex mini skirt, bright red in color. A pink blouse would cover her ample bosom with a bright red vest. She selected red pumps for this occasion as well. Once this outfit was put on, minus a bra or panties, she began her make-up. A bright red shade of lipstick adorned her shapely lips, and went well with her short red hair.
She had been told to show for this ‘breakfast club’ at 9:00 A.M., and the club was situated out of town, on a long stretch of seldom-used highway. It took an hour to find the ‘Breakfast Club’ and she was surprised at the number of cars in the driveway. A big, high fence surrounded the main building. Pulling up to the gate, she saw the speaker set in one stone post connecting the gate. She pressed the button, as she was instructed t o do.
A woman’s voice asked for indentication. She answered by explaining she was a new member and gave her name. She explained that a woman named Laura would be sponsoring her. A few moments passed and the woman’s voice was heard again… “Welcome to the Breakfast Club,” and the gate opened.

The dining area was a narrow room, only wide enough for two tables, and it ran about eight tables deep. There was a steady drone from ceiling fans sucking up stale and unmistakable odors.
Katrina was met by a young girl wearing nothing more than an apron, totally nude including her feet. She was a very pretty young lady, Katrina thought to herself.

She was escorted through diners already seated to a table about halfway through the maze. There she was seated by the aproned girl and handed a menu. This surprised Katrina who took it and began browsing through it. All of the items were listed in discreet manners. For instance:
1) Vegetarian surprise. 1) Frothy drink.
2) Pasta supreme. 2) Pale amber.
3) Grain medley. 3) Dark lager style.
4) Meat roll in special sauce. 4) Red tinted (for the connoisseur)
5) Sausages, medium or large. 5) Small, medium or large.
6) Sauce alone.
7) Total meat loafs.
8) Mixtures of everything.
These all set Katrina’s heart fluttering. Surely they were kidding with all these discreet terms. She never expected something like this. Maybe, just maybe her lady friend who had recommended her was wrong about everything.
About this time, Katrina looked across the aisle at a woman seated over there. The woman nodded to her and smiled. Katrina smiled back. She sat there several more minutes just waiting for her waitress to return so she could question her about these items, when the woman across the aisle moved aside in her seat. Three pretty young girls arrived. One climbed up on the table, turning her bare rump to the woman’s plate, and began shitting. It looked something like a log! No girl could shit THAT much! Then the girl straightened, climbed down and a second scat girl climbed up astride the plate. She released a gooey paste all over that initial log. The third girl placed a glass up to her pussy lips and began urinating in the glass. She filled it to the brim and then sat it down beside the seated woman’s plate. Then the three girls left. Katrina watched out of the corner of her eye as the woman, taking up knife and fork, sawed off a section and placed it in her mouth. She chewed several times before swallowing, then picked up her glass and drained a little into her mouth before setting the glass back down.
“Pardon me, lady, I couldn’t help but notice. Tell me, which order was that? I mean, that first part?” Katrina asked nervously.
The woman smiled back, a brown streak across her upper lip. “This is the large sausage. The second girl added the sauce. I’ve tried several, but I think this is the best yet! Now please don’t bother me as I’m eating. That is very rude.”
Katrina tried to tear her eyes away from this scene.
The waitress returned. “Is madam ready to order?”
“Yes … ” Katrina tried to not show her excitement yet. “I’ll have the large sausage with sauce.”
“Excellent choice,” the waitress wrote down the order. “And what would you like to drink with your meal?”
“Give me the pale amber,” Katrina ordered.
The waitress’s eyes came up, “Might I offer another suggestion?”
“Yes …” Katrina felt the wetness growing between her legs.
“I might suggest a dark lager for this meal, or maybe a red-tinted one if you’re what I think you might be.” The waitress smiled down.
“Either one would be wonderful,” Katrina nodded her head.
“Madam, it will be your choice, not mine,” the waitress addressed Katrina. “But if madam would like the pale amber, pale amber it will be.”
“No…,” Katrina tried not to shift her eyes across the aisle. “Maybe that red-tinted one?”
“Excellent,” the waitress wrote the order down. “And would madam care to look at the girls and perhaps select from them?”
“Yes, that would be nice,” Katrina answered.
The waitress clapped her hands twice and a string of girls appeared before Katrina.
“All of these young girls can produce large sausages?” Katrina was amazed.
“Oh yes, madam,” the waitress explained. “Our girls can produce in prodigious quantity for your discriminate tastes.”
“Thank you for explaining this to me… let me see …. I’ll take that Danish looking girl for the large sausage and that Oriental for the sauce.” Katrina shifted her hips with the wetness.
The waitress noticed the way Katrina was rolling her hips back and forth, “Would madam care to have a young girl take care of her problem?”
“Pardon me?” Katrina looked up at the waitress.
“Madam, I couldn’t help but notice..are you getting wet with all of this? Maybe you might like a young girl to take care of your problem?” The waitress whispered discreetly in Katrina’s ear.
“You mean I can have this done for me?” Katrina couldn’t believe her ears. I do have to go!”
“Madam,” the young waitress sat on the edge of the table. “I was talking about having a young girl EAT your problem area, not eat from them …. UNLESS that is what madam would like. That can be arranged too! Perhaps madam would like TWO girls?” The waitress laughed silently.
“That can be arranged?” Katrina asked increduously.
“Of course, madam. This is known as the Breakfast Club.” The waitress nodded her head. “Of course, this will cost you more.”
“Let me get this straight … two girls?” Katrina asked.
“Yes madam, one for your front and one for your rear,” the waitress answered. “If you might be interested, I’ll have to move you.”
“Move me?” Katrina asked.
“Madam, we have a special seat for customers with your tastes. Come with me.” The waitress slid off the edge of the table and Katrina stood and followed her to another unique table. Before the table, there was a different chair – the entire bottom was missing, with the exception of three straps that ran across the bottom. This chair was seated across a two foot depth. Inside this enclosure of about 3×6 was another chair. In the back of this enclosure was a door, where evidently the two girls would come.
“Now, does madam understand?” The waitress pointed down.
Katrina blushed as she understood fully this enclosure and what it was for.
“Madam, you do understand that this will cost you more?” the waitress asked.
“Yes, I understand.” Katrina seated herself after pulling her short mini up about her waist.
“Very good, madam came prepared,” the waitress noticed Katrina’s bare pubic region. “Madam, at the moment, the girl that will provide the red-tinted drink is running a little late, so please be patient with this establishment.”
“You can’t fill my drink order?” Katrina seemed disappointed.
“Madam, she will be here shortly, we think. But you will have a LARGER sausage then. Does madam like that?” the waitress asked.
“THAT would be wonderful!” Katrina’s eyes gleamed. “Might I have the two girls first?”
“Of course,” the waitress smiled that warm smile of hers. “Maybe five minutes. Madam can get good and warm that way before your drink order arrives, which should be within a half hour.”
“That would be wonderful,” Katrina reached down and started playing with her bare pussy.
“MADAM! DON’T do that! That will be the chore of the girls when they arrive!” the waitress grinned.
Katrina pulled her fingers away from her clit, then licked at her fingers a moment before laying them down on the table.
The waitress left then and Katrina started looking around this dining room. She was seated all by herself, in an enclosure about 10×10. It was all she could do to keep her fingers away from her pussy.
Katrina waited nervously, the minutes ticking by so slowly.
The rear door opened. Katrina looked back over her shoulder. Two young girls came into the room below and closed the door behind them. They were both entirely nude.
“Madam, you wanted us?” one of the girls asked.
“Yes,” Katrina blushed red. “Never had she EVER gone to the bathroom in another girl’s mouth, NEVER!
“I’m Gloria, I will be the one for your rear opening. And this is Nadia, she will take care of your front. Will madam be eating too?”
“Yes, I hope a big log. The waitress said I would have to wait perhaps a half hour before the girl arrived,” Katrina recalled.
“Oh, you like the red tinted drink,” Gloria responded. “Would madam like for us to start now? I mean… do it now?”
“No, I would like to wait until I’m eating at the same time,” Katrina said…”But, may I have service until then?”
“Yes ma’am.” The two girls went into position and began licking at both her front and rear orifices.
Katrina swooned with this delicious feeling as the two tongues licked at her openings. It made her even more excited when she thought about what she was going to do to them later.
The girls had licked her to two different orgasms when the feeders came up to the table. “I’m sorry I was late,” one of the girls apologized and picked up Katrina’s glass. She urinated into Katrina’s glass, obviously red tinted with menstrual fluid.
The Danish girl climbed up on the table, turned her rump to Katrina’s plate and began defecating. It WAS A LOG! It stretched across the plate from one side to the other, then curled back about halfway. It had to be at least 12″ long! Then the Oriental girl crawled up on the table, turned her rump to the plate, and deposited the sauce all over the top. Then together, the three left the room.
Katrina whiffed at what was on her plate, fanning the aroma with her hand towards her nostrils. The odor made her all that more excited.
Katrina picked up her knife and fork, sawed off a sizeable portion and slipped it into her mouth. She moaned softly as she closed her eyes, relishing the nasty taste. She chewed several times before swallowing the vile, left-over food. Another mouthful followed, her excitement building towards another orgasm, and had just started her meal.
By the time she was chewing her third big bite, the girls below had built her to another violent climax. It seemed like she was having one right after another. She started urinating after the orgasm. She looked down between her legs at the girl sucking her urine up, and felt her lips encircling her urethra as the gushing urine splattered out.
Mouthful after mouthful flooded Katrina’s mouth, every little pore in her mouth flooded with this nasty/filthy taste. When she had consumed perhaps half the plateful of left-over food, she grunted hard against the licking, wet tongue. Katrina felt the girl’s lips encircle her anus and start sucking.
Katrina had stopped urinating now and the young girl was licking at her swollen, puffy lips, extracting each and every little droplet.
Again Katrina grunted and felt her anus open.
Katrina popped another mouthful into her own mouth as she felt her anus starting to expel her filthy digested food, food for another’s mouth. This very thought made Katrina explode in orgasm again.
By the time Katrina had finished her sordid meal, she was feeling weak from her repeated orgasms. She had finished her defecation into the young girl’s mouth at her rear and the young girl was kissing and licking at her anus. The young girl in her front was lapping up the few stray droplets of urine. Katrina slumped over as the young girls withdrew and walked out the door.
Katrina remained slumped over a good fifteen minutes before she heard the waitress approach.
“Is madam satisfied with everything?” the waitress inquired.
“It was wonderful!” Katrina exclaimed. “NEVER have I experienced ANYTHING like that!”
“Maybe madam is too exhausted for dessert?” The waitress smiled.
“Dessert?” Katrina inquired.
“Madam hasn’t been here before, has she?” the waitress said.
“No, this is my first time,” Katrina explained.
“Well, we have three young girls that will provide a dessert for you, if you’re interested,” the waitress said.
“Dessert?” Katrina asked again.
“Yes, one of these girls will come to your table with a sundae glass. She will sit it down on the table, get on the table and provide you with the creamiest, smoothest chocolate sundae you’ve ever eaten,” the waitress suggested. “That is, if madam is not too tired?”
“Give me ten minutes, then send her to me, please.” Katrina started smoothing out her hair and reapplying her make-up.
Within ten minutes, a girl who could have been no more than fourteen arrived with a big glass. “Would madam care for a chocolate sundae?”
“Very much!” Katrina voiced faintly.
The glass was set on the table and the young girl climbed up on the table. Turning her rump to the glass, she watched the glass as she pooped right into it. The defecation was no bigger around than your little finger and real soft and creamy. It curled about in the bottom of the glass, never once breaking loose from her anus. Slowly this creamy rope continued to fill the sundae glass. She finally stopped pooping when the glass was about to overflow, then stepped down. She took a mint leaf from a pocket of her apron and inserted it stem first into this chocolate sundae. “Enjoy your sundae, madam,” she said and swished away.
Again Katrina waved the fragrance towards her face, finding it stronger than the log she had just eaten. She dipped her spoon into the creamy smoothness and drew out a piece to pop into her mouth. She didn’t need to chew, she just swished it around in her mouth a few times before swallowing. By the time she had swallowed the last of this sundae, she had experienced one last, final orgasm. Again she slumped over again for a few minutes before the waitress returned.
“Didn’t I tell you it would be creamy?” The waitress smiled.
“Yes, it was just wonderful!” Katrina admitted.
“Will madam be back to see us?” the waitress questioned as she began gathering up the silverware and plate.
“You can bet on that,” Katrina nodded her head as she tried to scoot out of her chair, then slumped to the floor.
The waitress grabbed Katrina’s arm to steady her. “If we are to see madam again, perhaps she might want to prepare herself first, like not having an orgasm for a week before your scheduled appointment.”
“Good advice,” Katrina grabbed at the waitress’s arm. “Might I ask you a personal question?”
“Of course, madam, ask anything you like,” the waitress smiled.
“Well … I was just wondering … you’ve been so nice and wonderful to me …. might I ask if you ever provide a meal?” Katrina asked.
The waitress didn’t hesitate or blush… “But of course, madam. About an hour ago, I provided a lady with a sausage just like you had. I have to make one earlier though.”
Katrina slid her hand into a pocket and pulled out a crisp, $100 bill and offered it to the waitress.
“Thank you, madam, but that is not necessary,” the waitress backed away. “The Breakfast Club pays me well.”
Katrina slid the bill back into her pocket and got up again to head towards the front desk. There she received her bill, and wrote out a check for $1000 for services rendered.
Katrina left the dining area, weak kneed ….

THE BREAKFAST CLUB Part 2 – KATRINA REVISITS
Katrina couldn’t wait to revisit the Breakfast Club. Her first meeting there had made her achieve many orgasms and such a wonderful menu … she just couldn’t wait any longer to revisit that elegant dining area. Her last meeting was six weeks ago to this day.
The first meeting was arranged for a 9:00 appointment and the waitress who had served her was such an elegant girl, she wanted to get there earlier so that she might be served by that lovely girl. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember the girl’s name or had forgot to ask it when she was there.
This time, Katrina arrived about 7:00 A.M. She remembered the young girl telling her that she also served, but earlier in the morning .. so Katrina arrived there early in hopes of eating from that lovely girl.
Arriving at the Breakfast Club, Katrina was once again stopped by the high metal fence. Pressing the speaker button, she identified herself to the guard and was soon admitted. There wasn’t near as many cars this time, maybe because it was earlier. Katrina prayed she would be able to have the girl who had served her last … do the more natural thing this time.
Entering the main corridor, she was met by another young girl wearing nothing but an apron. This young girl led Katrina down the row of empty dining tables and seated her. Once again she received a menu, but Katrina waved it aside.
“The last time I was here, there was a young girl who waited on me .. I can’t remember if I asked her name or not, but she was so nice to me… ,” Katrina began.
“Would madam care to see all the girls again?” the aproned girl asked.
“Yes, that would be nice,” Katrina felt the wetness begin.
Within moments, several girls were gathered around Katrina’s table. Katrina searched each girl’s face to remember and finally found the girl she was looking for.
“That’s her!” Katrina pointed at the girl.
The aproned waitress waved the others away until only she and the waitress from the last time remained.
“Do you remember me?” Katrina smiled warmly.
Her waitress from last time searched Katrina’s face … “No, I don’t think so.”
Katrina turned to the aproned waitress, “Would you leave us alone for a few minutes?”
The aproned girl turned and left.
“Sit down, honey,” Katrina invited the girl.
“Well … unless you’re planning on breakfast …. ?” The girl seemed unsure of herself.
“OH YES!” Katrina gleefully remarked. “Breakfast I do want … from you … but first, I want to take you back to last time.”
The girl seated herself, “Madam, perhaps if you would care to give me some idea of your last visit with us?”
“Of course, honey,” Katrina reached out for the girl’s hands across the table. “You took me back into another area … you know, that room with the hole in the floor?”
The girl still studied Katrina’s face.
“I offered you a $100 bill but you refused it. When I left I was all weak kneed.”
For several moments the girl studied Katrina’s face. “Were you wearing a red mini?”
“Yes,” Katrina answered, hoping now the girl might be remembering her.
All at once the girl laughed, “Now I remember you … you were so weak kneed you stumbled and I had to help you away from the table.”
“That’s right,” Katrina was very happy the girl remembered her. “I forgot to ask your name last time.”
“It’s Courtney,” the girl smiled back … “and you are wanting me to provide your breakfast?”
“OH YES, VERY MUCH!” Katrina squeezed Courtney’s hands.
“Well, I haven’t gone yet … but it will be shortly, maybe an hour if you can wait that long,” the girl laughed.
“Very well … I will wait just for you,” Katrina excitedly answered.
“Will you be wanting a girl below you again?” Courtney asked.
“Yes … if that would be possible,” Katrina answered.
Courtney leaned over the table, “There is a woman who is with us once in awhile. She’s not as young as me, about your age, I’ll go check with the manager to see if she will be with us this morning.”
“Wait a minute, what’s so special about this one … is she not a young girl?” Katrina whispered back.
Courtney smiled back, “You’ll see … but it will cost you more.”
“Wait a minute,” Katrina urged Courtney. “More money, and she’s not young … I don’t think so … ”
“If I remember everything from last time … I’m VERY sure you’ll want this woman once you know her erotic secret …” and Courtney bounced away.
Katrina thought for several minutes about this arrangement when the waitress returned. “Is madam ready to order?”
“I think Courtney is checking on something for me … with the manager,” Katrina said to the waitress.
Courtney returned in a few minutes, “The manager is checking for you. If I don’t miss my guess, you’ll LOVE this woman.”
“Tell me, honey, don’t keep me in suspense, what’s so special about this woman?” Katrina pleaded.
Courtney laughed…”You’re so impatient. I remember that of you last time, you couldn’t refrain from anything we offered.”
Katrina nodded her head, “This was all so new to me and so very exciting!”
The manager arrived at Katrina’s table. She was a tall blonde woman, earrings dangling low, and her straight hair hung to her waist.
“So … you’re the one that would like to see Robin?”
“Well, I don’t know this woman’s name …,” Katrina answered.
“She will cost you more,” the blonde manager said.
“How much more?” Katrina answered.
“$300,” the blonde manager answered.
Katrina looked up at Courtney who only smiled and nodded ‘yes’.
“OK…” Katrina replied.
The blonde manager got up… “In about an hour,” and she walked away.
“Can you wait an hour?” Katrina asked Courtney.
“I think so,” Courtney wiggled her hips and laughed. “Think you can wait that long?”
“Now… we need to leave this dining area,” Courtney said. “I’ll take you into one of rooms in the back where you can watch TV or something … but don’t masturbate.”
“I’ll try, but right now I’m about to explode. My pussy is very wet right now,” Katrina shivered.
“Why don’t I get you a girl for some good pussy eating? A girl will give you maybe three orgasms before I come for you,” Courtney grinned. “Would you like that?”
“I don’t think so at this time,” Katrina replied. “I’m thinking of something long and brown.”
Courtney laughed, “That you shall get in about an hour…so come with me.” Courtney took Katrina into a rear room, again everything was immaculate in decor.
The hour went by very slow for Katrina. Several times she found herself slipping her fingers into the wet grove between her legs. The minutes ticked by very slowly … but finally ….
Courtney returned, “It’s time, shit-eater.”
“Is Robin here yet?” Katrina asked.
“Yes, she got here about ten minutes ago,” Courtney replied, “so let’s go get ready for her.”
Courtney led Katrina into the very same room that Katrina was in during her previous visit. There Courtney had two other girls waiting.
Courtney climbed up on the table, turning her ass to the plate and within a few seconds had deposited a medium soft turd that equaled the one Katrina had eaten her previous meeting her. It was the color and consistency of soft peanut butter. The odor was soft, not cloying to the nostrils.
Courtney climbed down and the second girl climbed up on the table, her ass right over the plate. She released the sauce, a yellowish-green in color, that dribbled out in spurts all over the top of Courtney’s turd. The third girl had taken Katrina’s glass, placed it up her pussy lips and filled the glass with her stream of urination. Katrina was all set for her breakfast.
Katrina looked down and back.
Courtney nodded her head, “Robin will be with you shortly,” and turned to leave.
“Will I see you before I leave?” Katrina asked Courtney.
“Of course,” Courtney smiled. “Enjoy your meal,” and was gone.
Again Katrina looked down between her legs towards the door leading in from the rear. Still nothing. Katrina picked up her knife and fork, sawed off a section of this freshness and slid in into her mouth. She chewed several times before she swallowed, feeling the shit sliding into her stomach.
The back door opened. Another blonde woman walked in and came around towards Katrina’s front. “I understand you wanted to see me?”
“Yes … in a way … you know what I want?” Katrina asked.
“Yes … I also understand you’re not familiar with me,” Robin said. “You know nothing of my talent?”
“Courtney recommended you to me,” Katrina said.
“She’s such a sweet girl … go on, keep eating your meal. I will show you my special talent.” Slowly Robin opened her mouth and extended her tongue. When she finished, her tongue was a full six inches out of her mouth!
“WOW!” Katrina exclaimed. “That is the longest tongue I’ve ever seen!”
Robin withdrew her tongue and smiled, “Lady, would you like to feel this up your holes?”
“That would be delightful!” Katrina managed to say … “but you know what I really want?”
“Of course I do, that is why I’m down here in the pit,” Robin laughed. “Spread your legs out, honey.”
Katrina spread her legs out wide, hooking them through the sides behind the front legs.
At once Katrina felt the long tongue laving across her cuntal area. It quivered slightly as it drew back up across her clit, pushing the hood back.
“OOOOH!” Katrina swooned.
Then Katrina felt the tongue tip digging into her cunt and she looked down. Robin’s eyes were locked on Katrina’s as her tongue slid into Katrina’s cunt.
“OOOOH!” Katrina gasped. “That feeling is divine!”
Robin started sliding her tongue in and out of Katrina’s cunt … slowly at first, then faster.
Katrina looked down at the pile of shit on her plate. Taking a big bite in her mouth, she chewed it as she watched in awe as the tongue continued to slid in and out of her cunt. Katrina was close to an orgasm… then she felt the lovely tongue leave her cunt. Wide-eyed, she looked down.
“Pull your knees up high, lady,” Robin said.
Still chewing, Katrina did as asked and felt her buttocks being spread.
“Lady, would you like to feel my tongue sliding up your crapper? Deep?” Robin asked as she started licking at Katrina’s asshole.
“YES! Push that beautiful tongue deep up my crapper. It will get brown!” Katrina watched.
“I know,” Robin remarked. “Your rectum is full right now, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Katrina rasped. “Dirty, brown crap is up there!”
Robin started sliding her tongue up into the tight channel, deeper and deeper it slid until Robin’s lips were pressed up tight around Katrina’s asshole.
“OH YES!” Katrina sighed. “Can you taste me now?”
Robin’s tongue withdrew, slightly covered with a brown coating. She slid her tongue into her mouth then and wallowed her tongue around in her mouth.
“Oh yes! That’s it!” Katrina quivered. “I’m gonna come! I’m coming!”
Robin’s tongue instantly drove up into Katrina’s cunt as Katrina climaxed, driving back and forth until the spasms seized, then pulled out. “Honey, your meal is getting cold.”
Katrina again slapped a big mouthful into her mouth, chewing open mouthed as she looked down at Robin.
Robin’s tongue went back up Katrina’s asshole, with much more ease this time. Robin’s tongue, now coated with Katrina’s pussy juice, slid in easily. Then Robin began moving her tongue back and forth within Katrina’s rectum.
As Katrina’s lust built, she sawed off section after section for her mouth, chewing this as she watched Robin making love to her rectum, orally.
As Katrina was finishing her slippery turd, she reached another violent orgasm. Through glazed eyes she watched Robin who by now had brown streaks running over her chin, over her cheeks, down her neck … all from this oral fucking she was giving Katrina. Her saliva mixed with the packed rectum was browning her face good.
Katrina reached down and back, spreading her cheeks open wider for this oral invasion, feeling every slippery, slimy inch of Robin’s tongue as it crawled up her love tunnel, her rear love tunnel. This was just too much for Katrina as she slumped forward, releasing her hold on her buttocks so they slapped against Robin’s facial cheeks.
Withdrawing her tongue, Robin asked, “Lady, are you all right?”
“Yes…just a little faint from all this torrid excitement,” Katrina moaned back, releasing a fart that splattered Robin’s face.
“Oooh,” Robin moaned into Katrina’s asshole.
“You want more of that?” Katrina asked.
Robin just nodded her head.
Katrina felt another fart building deep, and held it back a moment before releasing it. Again it splattered all over Robin’s face.
“I really splattered your face this time, it’s dripping down over your breasts to the floor,” Katrina looked down.
“Watch this,” Robin said, withdrawing her tongue. Setting the tip of her tongue into Katrina’s asshole, the shit within Katrina’s rectum fairly oozed out, coating Robin’s tongue.
“Oh shit, are you ever nasty!” Katrina exclaimed.
Robin drew her tongue into her mouth to slurp off the brown coating then shoved it back up into Katrina’s rectum. Again the brown ooze came out from Katrina’s dilated asshole. Again and again she did this until she had emptied Katrina’s rectum. She then began to just lick and suck at Katrina’s asshole. For several minutes she did this, finally stopping and standing on the chair below Katrina. “Lick my face clean now.”
At once Katrina bent forward, licking and sucking up the brown juice that covered Robin’s face. It took her several minutes to get Robin’s face reasonably clean.
“Wow! This was even better than my last visit here!” Katrina remarked. “I can’t wait to see you again!”
Robin left and within minutes the waitress came in. “Did you enjoy your meal?”
“Yes … very much,” Katrina exclaimed.
“Well, the manager would like to see you after you’ve paid your bill,” the waitress said as she cleared away the plate and silverware.
“Whatever for?” Katrina asked.
The waitress just smiled.
Katrina went out and paid her bill and asked where she could find the manager. A door was pointed out to her and she went to it and knocked.
“Come in,” a voice sounded.
Katrina stepped through the door to find the manager waiting.
“Hello, sweetie. I asked your waitress to send you to me after you finished your meal,” the manager smiled. “Did you enjoy your meal?”
“It was wonderful … but that Robin! She was the very best I’ve ever experienced!” Katrina fanned her face.
“You really enjoyed her then?” the manager smiled.
“That was wild!” Katrina shifted her hips. “But why did you send for me? I’m curious. Did I did something wrong? Request something out of the ordinary?”
The manager laughed. “No … no, nothing like that. You could not request something out of the ordinary here. But … I was wondering if you might like to go to work for me?”
“Me?” Katrina questioned. “You mean do something like Robin did? I don’t have a tongue that long!”
“Katrina, you wouldn’t need a tongue as long as Robin’s … it does help tremendously, but it’s not necessary. I have several younger women who come in looking for an older woman like you.”
“I’m only 29,” Katrina reminded the manager.
“Yes, I know what your age is. The lady who recommended you to come over here, she told me of your age,” the manger announced. “You see, quite often I have younger girls come in here. You know, 18-19 year olds who want to use an older woman. An older woman who has not lost her beauty… and I must say you are a very beautiful woman. A woman a lot of young girls would love to use.”
“I don’t understand,” Katrina remarked, suddenly very interested in this prospect. “How might I help these young girls?”
“Well, Robin said you had a very flexible asshole … couple this with your appetite … that is what I need right now,” the manager remarked.
“Sure my asshole is flexible … but isn’t every woman this way?” Katrina asked.
“No … not at all. From what Robin said you took her tongue rather easily, that is very difficult for most women,” the manager said.
“You mean to say, I have a big asshole?” Katrina asked.
“Well … that would be a cruel way to express it … but yes. Your asshole was meant to be used,” the manager said.
“I never thought of that,” Katrina sat back.
“Well?” the manager asked.
“Er … I … well I really don’t know what to tell you,” Katrina blabbered.
“You give me your phone number … and the next time I get these girls, I’ll call you … OK?” the manager smiled.
Katrina scribbled her phone number onto a pad and gave it to the manager.
“A phone call will come between 6:00 A.M. and 9:00 A.M. Does this interfere with your daily life?” the manager asked.
“No … none at that time. But tell me..could this be any day?” Katrina asked.
The manager nodded her head. “Does this pose a problem for you? Being available any day? Keep in mind though, you would provide a service for a young lady, or ladies only once a week.”
“More than one?” Katrina questioned.
“Sure … but from your first trip here, I understand you have a big appetite,” the manager laughed.
Katrina blushed, “Yes.”
“Fine,” the manager stood. “Don’t be surprised if you hear from me in a week … OK?”
“Alright … in a week then.” Katrina left the ‘Breakfast Club’ with a whole new scheme of things to come.



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