It was from the White Ketchup
written by:
Little tommy D.

It was from the White Ketchup

Tuesday evening is my weekly fix of southern Bar-B-Cue, mostly because it's the last night of the 'Buy one-Get one FREE' coupon offer. Why I adhere to that evening is a mystery even to me. I haven't had a girlfriend in well over a year; therefore I have no one to share the meal with so the coupon goes to waste. But, I still continue to carry it from an established habit formed some ten years ago when I was a student and had plenty of takers willing to pay half-price for a great meal that included multiple meat choices, great southern-style vegetables and hot rolls to die for--believe me. My reason for not having a girlfriend is that I have devoted one-hundred percent of my time developing my real estate rental properties. Like this evening, for instance, it is now ten of eight and I just left the office less than five minutes ago. Those of you in the know realize that I have had a five-finger girlfriend over that year's period. We've become closer during that time and I have a lot of admiration of her --she's inexpensive--she's always available--she never complains-- she satisfies me every time--and there are no requests to cuddle afterwards. But, I have been yearning for variety because sometimes my present girlfriend is pretty cold in these winter months.

Tonight, the line is relatively short because of the later time of my arrival. I am behind a shapely, lovely brunette whose face I haven't seen yet. But, the back-end is enticing and my five fingers flex when my imagination goes to work on her lower body, especially the buns encased in painted-on beige slacks. She grabbed a tray, I did the same. I also saw that they had a bowl of fried okra featured so I grabbed a bowl as I love the fried okra that they do. In the line, we reach the meat choices first and then slide the tray down the serve-yourself vegetable choices. She ordered the turkey, turned to see the breast he was beginning to slice and she looked at my tray, then up to my eyes and said, "Pardon me for being bold, but you forgot your silverware." I looked at her tray and saw the napkin-wrapped set she had picked up when I was getting the bowl. I looked at my tray and I had none. I shook my head and said, "I have the bowl. I put my food in it and then I eat like my old dog used to eat his dinner." I smiled at her and she spun off, ran behind me, grabbed a set of silverware and dropped them on my tray. I was stunned but was aware enough to respond with, "That was so very nice of you. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to pay for your dinner." She gave me a frown, wrinkled her eyebrows suspiciously remaining mute. I saw her confusion and I said, "Please. I have a coupon that we can share. I have to pay for mine anyway so why don't you allow me to use your tray for the free one?" She leaned closer and asked, "You'd do that for me?" I nodded and grinned at her, a wink from my left eye. It was her turn so she nodded and answered with, "Okay, but you have to share a table or booth with me so that I can watch you lap it out of the bowl. I've never seen a human do that before. Deal?" I replied "Sure, I hate eating alone with my head in the bowl. So here's the deal, when we get to the register and it's time to pay, you scoot on ahead and find us the ideal spot with lots of napkins as I tend to be a little messy in the bowl." She laughed loudly, nodded and this time, she winked back.

She located a snug booth in the corner, spread her dinner on the table, put down lots napkins and several paper towels and when I arrived, she did most of the removal of my dinner from the tray. She didn't seem disappointed that I didn't pour my dinner in the bowl. Our conversation was mostly background about who we were and why. She had graduated from a competing state school of mine and we laughed about the old 'rah rah' of college days and how we hated our rival. We agreed that it was great to have been young, but being mature was much more enjoyable and satisfying. I found that she was not in a relationship having been dumped by her last boy friend over her work schedules. Her name, Mina Doherty, rang familiar, and she told me her brother had played professional baseball with Minnesota, but was now an automobile dealer in Iowa. She worked for a company named 'Counter Mind' that specialized in employment searches for medical personnel. She was the managing director of the local office. She became excited when I told her my name, Jackson Tyler, and her eager response was a spurt of, "Wheel, Jackson! I see your signs and ads all over town. The only thing lacking is a picture of you. Put your picture in front of your customers and your business will improve, me, little ole Mina will guarantee it." I laughed aloud at her avid suggestion.

I looked at the front door and said, "Mina, as much as I hate to do it, I think we should leave. The front door is locked and they're slowly clearing the place to close." She popped up and said, "I've so enjoyed the evening, Jackson. Can we do this again next Tuesday, only somewhat earlier? Next time I'm buying you dinner with a coupon. How about six-thirty? Same place, new time?"

We were standing by her car, the door open when I answered with, "I'll be here with bells on. Just follow the music and it will be me." Another hearty laugh and she replied, "It would probably be loads of fun to make this a permanent Tuesday outing, alternating paying for dinners of course."

"Mina, if you're serious about what you just suggested, give me the application and I'll sign it now. I join anything offered to me by beautiful, smart women, however all my previous memberships have expired. A new one sounds exciting. I more than enjoyed the evening and look forward to next week. Drive safely and until next week, so long."

"You're too kind with the smart beautiful so I'll have to keep my eye on you. You drive safely also and as you said, so long to a week that will be so long." She slammed the door, I backed off and watched as she turned onto the main avenue and sped south. I sped north where I lived in one of my rental properties until I find a suitable tenant and then I move to another and repeat the process. The recession and housing bubble burst greatly enhanced my property listings as I was fortunatee to have inherited enough to buy distressed properties for cash and my income stream was now immense.

Fast forward from a dull, repetitive week and here we are at Tuesday again. I actually did tie several small bells to my shoes and when I saw her open the door, I was hidden before the start of the line. I jiggled each foot and I heard her laughing from behind the wooden dividing wall and saw her head sneak around trying to find me. I jiggled again and she came directly at me. I stepped out and my bells rang, eliciting another round of laughing. She finally caught her breath and warned, "Unless you take those bells off, I won't get in line with you as I'd be too embarrassed by the sounds." I dropped to a nearby chair, removed the bells and handed them to her, saying, "A little remembrance of our first planned Tuesday dinner date." She shook her head, opened her purse and dropped them inside.

More conversation but this time about our past week. We spent almost two hours shooting the shit this time. When it came time to leave, she put her hand over mine and asked, "Jackson, have you ever been to the 'Blushing Fox?" I was shaking my head and shot back at her, "Not only ever been there, I've never heard the name before. What is it?"

"It's a private club for business people. They have a restaurant, bar, game room, and if you can picture this, envision server's ala 'Extreme Hooters' women. I attended a class reunion last year and ran into an old classmate who was very musical. She has written a number of songs performed by well-known artists. She is now a talent scout for Trans-Global Entertainment Corporation. They own the 'Blushing Fox' chain. She was kind enough to give me a life membership. I've been there for lunch two times with people from work, but I've never been there at night. I'd like to experience at least one night to see what happens. How about you and I go this Saturday? Around eight would be good. We'll have dinner and drinks and take in the action, whatever it may be."

"You've got my attention with the 'Extreme Hooters' servers. What is the meaning of 'Extreme?'

"I have no idea. That's why I want to go. Those servers don't come on until eight and the evening lasts until two A. M. on weekends, that's why I suggested Saturday. Let's find out together, okay?"

This time I put my hand on hers, felt a slight jerk, but no attempt to move the hand as I replied, "I wouldn't miss 'Extreme' if someone paid me. You're on for Saturday evening. Where do I pick you up, and where is the club?"

She pulled a card from her purse and handed it to me. This is my work and home address and numbers. Come to the house early if you like and I'll give you a tour while we gulp cheap wine to warm us up for Extreme. The club is on the southwest corner of Mason and Commerce on the top floor, number six. I squeezed her hand and said, 'How is seven for you?" She gave a nod, followed by a quick, "Perfect, Jackson. Don't be late if you want wine. Once I start, I can't stop." More laughter from both of us as this time, I closed her car door and waved goodbye. I took off fast as my five-fingered girlfriend was eager to please me as I thought about a naked Mina in vivid color pictures flashing across the inside of my eye sockets. What a wonderful thinker I had on top of my shoulders!

For me, the week would never end. It was as if someone had been chained to the Empire State building and told to drag it across the street. That's slow if you didn't get the word picture. Not knowing the dress code, but familiar with other establishments around town, I dressed in upscale casual. Dress pants and shoes, nice solid gray shirt, matching blazer. I was ringing her doorbell at seven almost on the dot. She spun the door open, a wine glass in hand, gave me a melt-me-down smile, sipped the wine and handed me the glass, saying, "Although I hate to give the wine away, I suppose I'm obligated to you for agreeing to this adventure." I took a sip, opened my eyes wide and said, "Mina, this is not cheap wine. This must have cost thirty bucks or more."

She took my hand leading me through the den and to her kitchen. She paused, picked up the bottle and informed me, "Actually, Jackson, it was fifty-five and change. Merci's clerk recommended it as one of the finest of the year '68. You must know wines to have picked up on it so fast."

"You shouldn't have spent that much on a bottle of wine for this evening. Although I do savor the taste, I would have been just as happy with one of Wal*Mart's two-ninety seven wines."

"Would you be very upset if I told you I bought three? I calculated one now, two when we get back. We'll need something to get us snockered once we find out what Extreme means."

"Oh, my God, Mina. At least let me split the cost with you to ease my conscience about what you spent."

"I wouldn't hear of it, Jackson. It's my home and my treat for your being such a gentleman by agreeing to accompany me on my adventure that I want to share with you. No more about it, hear?"

"I quit. You win. So, how about the tour?"

Her home was lovely, well decorated with many intriguing accessories that went well with the furnishings. Toward the end of the tour, she confessed that she inherited the house from her grandfather when he passed. She had taken part of the balance of the inheritance and had the house updated and modernized. I complimented her taste and choice of remodeler, one that I had used many times on my properties. I looked at the clock and said, "If we're to be there around eight, we'd better get a move on." She agreed, grabbed her blazer and we were off to the Extreme.

When we arrived, we were shown immediately to the table she had reserved. The menu was impressive and I decided on Cedar-board grilled salmon with a loaded baked potato. She went austere and decided on the Grilled chicken Cobb salad. We both ordered Manhattan's that were served practically instantly. After the quick dinner, we nixed dessert and coffee, anxious to get to the bar and see the Extreme and follow the action, whatever it would be. When she opened the door to the elaborate room that was the bar, we instantly strained our eyeballs when the first server passed by on the way to pick up drinks at the service end of the long bar. She was, for lack of a better word, stacked! Well stacked we knew since her stack was displayed for all to see. She wore, if one could call it that, a string thong covering that covered nothing. It was a one piece, step in string that went over her shoulders, down her back through the crack of her ass and then up each side of her vulva that was fully exposed and pinched together by the strings that went from there up to each side of her tits.

Mina looked at me and I quickly turned my head, somewhat nervous about facing her with that naked skin exposed to us since we had not yet kissed, much less been naked together. I felt her take my hand and pull me forward, leading me to double lounger that had become available. We sat, me on her right and she near the wall with no one to her left. It appeared to be a hallway to the rear of the room. She leaned over and whispered, "Extreme isn't strong enough to describe what I saw. How about you?"

"Yep, I can think of a few more apropos such as Excessive or severe or maybe intense." She giggled and whispered, "From your reaction when she walked by, maybe tremendous or utmost would apply also." I laughed and she motioned her head for me to turn and look. I did and when my eyes came to rest, there near my nose was a clean shaven set of pink pussy lips within reach of my tongue. Now that she had my attention, she knelt and asked what we would like to drink. I ordered two double Manhattans because I was going to need several of them to steady my nerves and hold my dick down because it was already causing a bulge as it readied to tent my pants. When the drinks arrived, Mina signed the tab and I said, "When we leave I'll pay the bill."

She shook her head and told me that it could only be charged to her member card. They took no cash or credit cards to keep the operation honest and without corruption. I told her that when she received the bill, I would pay it. She half-heartedly nodded and I knew she would never tell me the amount. We were partially toward the middle of our drink when another stacked beauty came to our chair, stood at my side and then quickly turned and sat in my lap, throwing her arms around my neck, leaning to my left and kissing Mina on the lips. She rose and threw her leg to the other side of me and straddles my rising dick. She feigned a moan and spouted, "Oh, your buddy seems to like me in your lap, wouldn't you say?"

I didn't answer or move a muscle. I awaited her next action. I couldn't help myself as I stared at her pussy making rotations on the head of my dick. I glanced at Mina and she was intently watching what the woman was doing and alternating with what my face was showing. As she continued to grind her pussy on my dick, she grabbed Mina and pulled her closer, massaging her tits through her blouse. Mina's face was flushed red, blushing like a teenager in heat. The woman in my lap pushed Mina's head down to my lap and Mina yelped as her nose came in contact with the woman's lips. Her movements were beginning to get to me and my dick was becoming more uncomfortable every second. I was going to have to reposition it soon as it was reaching its peak of hardness. The woman in my lap released Mina with one hand and reached under ass and unzipped my pants and allowed my dick to pop through the fly, rubbing the head against her pussy and bouncing against her asshole. I still hadn't said a word, but Mina was struggling to get her head up and away from the woman's pussy enveloping her nose.

The combination of her movements on my dick, seeing Mina's nose in her nook, and the drinks, I couldn't stop the Cumming from happening. I gritted my teeth until my jaw hurt, but I lost the battle as I shot in the crack of her ass and having it run down on the front of my black pants. I was overly concerned about the possibility of Cumming in Mina's face, but it didn't reach that far. When the contractions of spurting ceased, the woman rose, stepped away from us and went down the aisle to Mina's left and disappeared from sight. I swiftly put my dick back and zipped my pants, not certain if Mina saw my dick or not. She leaned against me and spouted, "Holy Shit, Jackson! I guess that's what is meant by Extreme. I never expected anything like that to ever happen to me. I'm not sure I'll ever be back for the evening entertainment." She looked down at the front of my pants, turned and gave me a powerful, questioning look.

What could I say? She had to know what had happened, but to make light of it, I laughingly offered, "I think I spilled a little white ketchup on my pants at dinner." She didn't respond to my jovial remark, but instead spit back at me, "She made you cum, didn't she. So how did it get on the front of your pants? Don't give me the white ketchup crap. How did that happen, Jackson? I want to know."

"Okay, while she had your head down and your nose in her twat, she unzipped my pants, took my dick out and put it in the crack of her ass and rubbed until I couldn't take it any longer and shot my load. Satisfied?"

"No, because she cheated me and that pisses me off. My classmate is going to get an earful from me tomorrow. In all the time we had dinners you've not even tried to kiss or grope me and here a stranger gets to you first. Clean your pants with those napkins and let's get the hell out of here. I want to go home now." I obeyed her order and within minutes, we were at the car and heading back to her place, not a word being said or facial expressions changing on either of us. When we got to her place, she triggered the garage door with a portable opener and directed me to park next to her car. I did as directed. We entered to the kitchen, she opened a door on one of the cabinet sets and I saw that it was full of booze. She instructed me to mix more Manhattans while she changed for the night. I made a pitcher full to be on the safe side.

I was halfway or more into my drink when she yelled for me to bring her a drink and come up front to the bedroom on the right. Rather than bring a drink, I took the pitcher and a second glass with me. No need to run back and forth. When I got to the room, the door was closed. I used my glass to rap on the wood frame and she responded with, "Come on in. I'm ready for you."

I pushed the door open and almost dropped the pitcher and glasses when I saw her. She was naked as a jaybird, on her knees on the bed, her gorgeous ass in the air; legs spread, and head on the bed looking at me standing there. I stood still until she had had enough and she spouted to me, "Don't just stand there, Jackson, do what comes natural. Take advantage of me, poor little Mina. Give me some of your white ketchup that you freely gave the hooker at the club."

"I had sat the pitcher and glasses down and began undressing when she said that and I angrily answered with, "That's a low blow, Mina. I didn't freely give her anything, she took it by force and you damned well know it."

She softened her tone and responded with, "I'm sorry, but it wasn't a good choice of words. It's just that I wasn't prepared for what she did. It hurt me that she got to you before we had our own chance." She dropped to her side, stretched her legs and held her arms open for me. I dropped my pants and boxers and went to her, hugging her closely as I kissed her for the first time. It was exciting, it was electrifying, it was magical and I was becoming excited again. She felt my dick against her abdomen and whispered, "If there's any good of what happened earlier, it's the fact that you should be able to last much longer now." I nodded and whispered back, "That's what my ex-girlfriend found out. By the way, you haven't been officially introduced; I held up my hand and said, 'Mina, meet five fingers, my girlfriend for the last fifteen months." I couldn't hold her down she was screaming with laughter so hard. Finally, when it subsided, she kissed me, pulled back and softly told me, "I've been a bitch about what happened. I realize it was my fault, not yours. I should have vetted the place more thoroughly before taking you there with me. I meant it; I won't go back other than for lunch. If you want to know the truth, I was tempted to stick my tongue in her pussy when she had me down there with my nose in it. Her aroma was heavenly, her pussy was clean and appealing and that made me nervous. To tempt me with something I've never done before."

"If confessions are in order, then I'll admit I longed to fuck her, not cum in her ass-crack, but I guess they don't do the dirty in case one of the people is a cop pulling a sting. Stay on the safe side and let the members fuck."

"Now you're getting to the point of this whole episode. It's time to quit talking and do a little dirty work ourselves." She pushed away from me, got back to her knees, stuck her ass in the air again, spread her legs, lay her head on the bed as she was able to observe me roll to the floor and creep between her legs as I stuck my nose in her asshole and sniffed like an old dog making a new friend, which I was actually.

I let my tongue roam below me and taste her perineum. When she felt it touch her tender spot, she rolled a groan from deep in her abdomen and sighed. Moving my nose back, I ran my tongue along the side of her asshole, gently tipping the end into the opening. I felt a shudder go through her as she groaned again at the touch. I lowered my head, sat on the plush carpet and let my tongue pay a rhapsody on the wetness inside of her pussy. Her legs were nervously jerking as she warmed to my tongue as it began bouncing from her now enlarged clit. He jerking was increasing and she suddenly stretched and fell flat on the bed, pulling my head away from contact. She moaned and held her arms out for me to join her on the bed. I crawled to where she lay and turned on my back, my dick pointing at the swirling fan above us. She reached down and grasp the shaft of my dick and sighed, whispering, "It's beautiful, Jackson. Magnificent in its hardness and length. Stay where you are and let me get positioned."

She turned and threw her leg over my head, resting her tits on my navel area. I could see what was coming so I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under my head, gently pulling her hips down so that I could access her pussy with ease. I began a gentle lapping just inside her inner lips, sucking at her juice as the flow had started increasing with each long lick. She was rubbing the purple head of my dick and was moaning over my attack on her most tender spot, her clit. Within seconds I felt the warmth of her mouth as she had engulfed the head and was toying with the eye, using the tightened tip of her tongue to tease it. It was my turn to moan as the intense pleasure began flowing through my entire length and down to my ball sac that was constricting as it wrinkled to a walnut like texture. I allowed her to suck for a few minutes as I -prepared her for an honest-to-God royal fucking until her pussy ached for relief.

It was time; I grabbed her hips, turned her to my right, took the pillow from under my head and lifted her ass, placing it squarely under her ass so that she leaned back with her vulva in the air. I spread her legs, went up rapidly between her legs and rammed my dick full length without hesitation. She gave forth a high-pitched yelp and threw her arms around my lower back, pulling me tightly against her. She whispered in my ear, "Oh, fuck, Jackson. Have I needed that since the first time we met? You bet I have as it's been my dream all along. Make my wait worth it." She relaxed her hold on me and I turned my dick loose to work it's magically spell on the cave it now occupied. She was right. My shooting my first load at the club was sustaining my build-up and I was able to pound the hell out of the glorious pussy she bore with pride.

Her first orgasm occurred at the five minute mark. I know since I could see the nightstand clock and was keeping time. I never slowed, fucking her through the orgasm and kissing her tits alternatively to help sustain the time of her throes as she struggled to breathe and return to normal. The second one hit her at the nine minute mark and it was timely because my peaking was catching up with me and in the middle of her second, I began Cumming before I could withdraw. I thought: the Hell with it, I'll just fill her pussy with my cum, so I did. I joined with her in a contest to see who could catch their breath first and calm to normal. Even though she was breathing hard, she rolled to my ear and told me, "I felt the warm cum hitting inside and then I felt what might have been the throbbing in the under vein of your dick when the cum flowed through it. The feeling was marvelous and added to the enjoyment of our first fuck. I only hope that it was the beginning of a long series of fucks between us as you're the greatest I've ever had.

I grinned and answer, "You're not bad yourself, Mina. I'm considering retiring my old girlfriend." She began laughing and I tapped her on the right tit, saying, "Don't look now, Mina, but you have a splattering of white ketchup on your black pussy." We rolled together in a laughing kiss when she had responded, "It must have been dropped there from your hot weenie!"