Roadside diners in the desert are not known for their gourmet dishes. So, the always-filled parking lot of the red diner in the desert stands out of place among its peers, for sure. Debbie, the cook, being the source of that red diner’s popularity. I’m the red diner’s owner. I found Debbie, 21 at the time, at a Nevada adult club where she danced and was fond of fucking every black male customer that requested action. For nothing, too. She fucked the black guys because she “enjoyed it,” she told me. She danced there to get money from the white male customers but never let them fuck her, she said. She enjoyed tormenting the white guys into cumming in their pants, but no white prick was allowed between her legs. Ever.
Neither fucking nor dancing were problem areas for Debbie, a six-foot amazon with wavy golden hair, cold blue eyes, a firm dream ass, large breasts and the kind of sensuous muscular legs that professional dancers tend to develop. Debbie also LOVES to cook. The deal was, she’d be allowed all the black cock she wanted and also have the privilege of tormenting the white guys-including me–in return for her cooking at the diner. I knew Debbie would be instant profit for the diner, so I readily agreed to her terms.
Debbie is busy at creating her ‘special’ now, wearing her customary outfit–an apron that covers her in the front to knee level, she totally naked in the rear. “Hi, Debbie,” Dan, a huge black bouncer at the club around the corner and a regular customer now at the diner says to Debbie as he enters the kitchen area. He waves at me but says nothing. I stop my baking duties to watch as Debbie is spreading her legs wide, bending over the stove slightly, stirring something simmering on low heat there with her left hand.
Her ass is bare. Her cunt in full view of Dan, standing right behind her. Dan unzips his pants, allowing his big cock freedom. The black dick is rock-hard already. Dan moves forward, smiling at me but still saying nothing. Debbie moves her ass back a bit to meet his prick. She reaches behind her with her right hand to guide Dan’s stiff cock inside her pussy. Dan’s grunting as he shoves about ten inches of deeply-black cock inside my cook, Debbie, his arms around her, his hands working her nipples, his tongue licking at her back, slightly bent forward himself, matching the arch of Debbie’s back. Debbie, in obvious pleasure from being fucked from behind while continuing to cook in front, slams her ass into Dan, trying to get more of his huge black dick inside her. What a strange scene this is: this beautiful amazon Anglo woman taking ten inches of black cock and stirring her ‘special’ dish into creation at the same time. Dan’s getting ready to cum in her now. “What…do…you…do…with…all…the…cum…I…pump…in…you…every.. .day?” he asks in bursts, each word signifying a spurt of his cum up and inside my blonde, very willing cook.
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Dan, slamming his cock up Debbie’s cunt with great force now, moans as he finishes cumming in Debbie. Debbie slams her ass into him, wanting even more inside her. She doesn’t answer Dan’s question, though. He already knows where that cum goes. He just likes to hear it repeated over and over. As the cum is pumped up inside her cunt, Debbie looks at me, smiling but not saying a word. She steps back from the stove when Dan is finished with fucking her. He’ll be back in about eight hours, though, to fuck her again. He makes two visits a day now. As Dan leaves the kitchen, I lift the front of Debbie’s apron and see Dan’s cum coating her cunt hair. Debbie takes a piece of bread, rolls it up and soaks up the cum from her cunt hair with it, slides the bread between her legs, deep inside her cunt. The bread is saturated with cum from Dan as she turns the bread slice into crumbs and tosses it into the dish before her, the cum-soaked bread crumbs sitting atop the thick soup.
I take Debbie’s ‘special’ soup dish out to the well-dressed white guy sitting at table one. The guy daintily dips his spoon into the ‘special’. His broad smile when the mixture meets his tongue tells me that this ‘special’ of Debbie’s will continue to be a real winner among the particular group of white guys who eat here. The guy wants more of this dish, wants to have some to go, he says. He particularly likes the “spiced” bread crumbs, he says. Of course, the white guys that eat here all know what goes in the soup. Each one is given a tour of the kitchen and shown how the “spiced” crumbs are created before being allowed to order the special. They watch as Debbie gets fucked by a black man, as she soaks up his cum with the bread, as the mixture ends up atop the soup they so desire. They seem to need to feed on this special dish but, at the same time, don’t have to admit they are indulging in something unusual when back at the table ordering it. White guys who crave the taste of black men’s cum but don’t have to admit it openly, these men.
Back in the kitchen now, I see Joe standing behind Debbie, admiring her bare ass. Joe’s a great-looking guy, but white, so Debbie would never let him fuck her. We mostly get two types of white men here as customers now: those who come to feed on Debbie’s ‘special’ dish and those who arrive to be dominated by Debbie. Joe comes for the domination. “Hi, Joe,” she says, her back to us both. “You need something?” Debbie knows what he’s here for but just wants to torment him before doing her regular thing with him. Joe, here at the diner with his wife, says nothing but drops his pants and underwear to the kitchen floor, walks over to and bends over the sink in the kitchen. His firm, bare ass is so pale, vulnerable, it seems. Debbie, evil smile on her face, picks up her ‘treatment’ steel spatula, one she had taken the curve out of by bending it flat. She places the spatula over one of the burners for a minute. Spitting on it to make sure it’s at the correct temperature, Debbie walks over to the sink area and strikes Joe across his bare right ass-cheek with the spatula and holds it to his ass just long enough for it to turn his right ass cheek a toasty red. She then re-heats her ‘treatment tool’ once again and strikes Joe across his left ass-cheek, keeping the hot spatula on that bun until it’s toasted about the same as his other cheek.
Telling Joe to “stay! Don’t move,” Debbie goes back to tending to her ‘special’ dish. About two minutes later and without warning, Debbie deserts her dish again, walks over to Joe, spatula in her hand once more, and strikes Joe repeatedly across both of his now fiery-red cheeks. Ten forceful strikes to each of his cheeks occurs before Debbie is certain that both her and Joe’s pleasures are at the high point. Debbie likes to wait, after searing a white man’s ass, for a couple minutes to allow the full affect of the burning to take place before continuing the treatment. “They don’t fully feel the burning for at least two minutes,” she once explained to me. I think she enjoys this treatment with the white guys as much as she does the fucking she gets from the black guys…
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Joe, his cock rock-hard, is led by Debbie over to a low table, where Debbie grabs his dick and slams the hard organ three times on the table top. She then strokes at his cock furiously, telling him to “cum in the shot glass” she holds under the head of his prick. Joe shoots a big load of cum into the little container. Joe, never making a noise throughout the event, is then escorted by Debbie, now covered by a chef’s jacket and white pants, out of the kitchen and back to his table. Joe slowly sits down next to his wife again, his ass in obvious pleasure-pain, his wife unknowing of the treatment he gets in the kitchen. Debbie says to Joe and his wife, “You’re such a cute couple.” Then to Joe’s wife, “Why don’t you sit on Joe’s lap? That would look so romantic.” Of course, Joe’s wife complies. I can see Joe’s face barely contain the pain he feels as his wife, sitting on his lap, presses his toasted red buns into the hard wooden chair. Debbie never misses a trick, that’s for sure.
A new black guy customer sitting at a window table inquires of Debbie’s special soup now. I tell him to follow me into the kitchen. Debbie, back in just her apron, her ass bare, explains the prime ingredient to him. The man laughs, says, “I’m glad you told me.” Debbie replies by backing her bare ass into the young black stud. “Fuck her,” I tell him. “It’s OK. Fuck her. I have customers out there waiting for more of the ‘special’.” The black man is fucking Debbie like a bronco, humping her as she stands braced against a wall. It’s not long before he shoots a huge load of cum up her cunt and Debbie is soaking that cum up from between her legs and from inside her cunt, with the bread again.
I take the ‘special’ out to a middle-aged blonde guy who’s waiting patiently for what’s now called “Debbie’s Black Delight.” He eats the bread crumbs first, asks if he can have more of those ‘spiced’ crumbs for his soup. I tell him, “maybe later.” He saw the new black guy go into the kitchen and realizes we have a fresh supply of ‘spiced’ crumbs. He licks his lips as he watches the new black male customer exit the kitchen and leave. I’ll likely bring this guy some additional ‘crumbs,’ since he’s our Board of Health person in this county. Gotta keep the BOH happy.
I return to the kitchen. Debbie, stirring again, sees how hard my prick is pushing against my pants. “You need relief,” she coyly says. Relief, meaning my cock milked by her hand, since she won’t let me fuck her, me being white. “Yes,” I say. “OK. Take it out,” she instructs me. But it’s already out and held over the same tightly-covered-between-uses shot glass that contains Joe’s cum. She strokes me into climax, my cum mixing there in the shot glass with Joe’s. When the shot glass contains a satisfactory (to her) amount of cum from the white male customers, Debbie will get out her two special-for-me items: a huge, black dildo and a little suction devise used to put water in small motorcycle batteries.
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Debbie warms the cum glass over the burner before suctioning from the small shot glass all the Anglo cum collected from her white ‘subjects’, including me. Debbie then has me lay front-down on a table in the back of the kitchen, my legs spread and hanging over the edge of the table. My ass exposed for her amusement. She places the tube of the suction device far up my ass and pumps all that hot Anglo male cum deep inside me. It always burns, all that hot cum up my ass. Satisfied that all the cum is inside me, she sticks the huge imitation black cock up my ass and fucks me with it for a full 15 minutes, forcing the hot cum even further inside me. So much cum so far up my ass that I think I can feel it in my stomach. That’s Debbie’s special-for-me treatment.
Back in front again, my ass burning, painful, I take orders from new diners. Another white guy wants one of Debbie’s ‘specials’ to go. I walk back into the kitchen, see another large black prick pumping a new load of cum inside Debbie, she squeezing his balls with her right hand, milking them for more of the ‘special’ ingredient necessary to her “Debbie’s Black Delight”. As Debbie’s soaking up the black guy’s cum from between her legs and about to stick the rolled bread inside her cunt for more juice, her face in contorted pleasure from the black guy’s prick, I recall the white guy out front requesting a “Debbie’s Black Delight” to go… “OK, one DBD to go in a minute,” I yell through the kitchen door to the skinny white guy at Table One…
