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Hooters Tease
The neon sign outside buzzed "Hooters" in that familiar orange glow, but inside the back office after closing, the real show was just starting.
Three of the best—Kayla, Brooke, and Mia—still in their tiny orange shorts and cropped white tanks, tits straining the fabric, socks pulled high over toned calves. They'd locked the doors, dimmed the lights, and dragged in their favorite regular: a quiet, flushed white guy named Ryan who always tipped big and stared harder than he should.
Tonight, though, they weren't serving wings.
They'd invited their shared BBC—Jamal—back after his shift at the gym. He lounged on the worn leather couch like he owned the place, shorts already tented, thick thighs spread wide. The girls circled him like sharks, giggling, hips swaying.
Kayla went first. She straddled Jamal's lap, grinding slow against the massive bulge while staring right at Ryan, who sat tied to a chair in the corner—wrists zip-tied behind him, cock caged and leaking through the bars.
"See this, baby?" Kayla purred, reaching back to stroke Jamal's length through the fabric. "This is what a real cock feels like. Not that sad little thing you've got locked up." She popped her top open, letting her full breasts spill out, nipples hard from the AC and the thrill. She rubbed them against Jamal's chest, moaning softly. "Mmm, he's so thick... I can already feel him stretching me."
Brooke knelt between Jamal's legs, tugging his shorts down. His cock sprang free—heavy, veined, dark, and already glistening at the tip. She wrapped both hands around it, stroking slow, eyes locked on Ryan's. "Poor little white boy," she teased, tongue flicking out to lap the precum. "You tip us every week just to watch us flirt. Bet you jerk off in the parking lot thinking about this." She took Jamal deep, throat working, gagging just enough to make it filthy, then pulled off with a wet pop. "Tastes better than your tips, that's for sure."
Mia climbed onto the couch beside Jamal, shorts yanked to the side, no panties underneath. She positioned herself reverse-cowgirl so Ryan had the perfect view—her tight pussy hovering over that thick black shaft. "Watch close, cucky," she said sweetly, lowering herself inch by inch. The stretch made her gasp, head tipping back, orange shorts bunched around her thighs. "Fuck... he fills me so good. Look how my lips grip him. Your tiny dick could never do this."
Jamal gripped her hips and started thrusting up—slow at first, then harder, making her bounce, tits jiggling with every slap of skin on skin. Kayla and Brooke flanked her, kissing her neck, pinching her nipples, whispering filth.
"Tell him, Mia," Kayla laughed. "Tell him why we love teasing white boys."
Mia's voice came out broken between moans. "Because... ahh... you get so hard just watching... because you tip extra when we bend over... because you know... fuck... you'll never get this pussy. It's his. Always his."
Jamal growled, flipping Mia onto her back, legs over his shoulders, pounding deep while the other two girls knelt on either side—Kayla feeding him her tits, Brooke rubbing her clit and dripping onto the couch. Ryan's cage rattled with every helpless twitch, precum pooling on the floor beneath him.
When Jamal finally came—pulling out to paint thick white ropes across Mia's stomach and tits—the girls scooped it up with their fingers, licking it off each other, then turned to Ryan.
Kayla straddled his lap, smearing the mess across his chest. "Clean-up shift, babe. Open wide."
Brooke and Mia joined, pressing cum-slick fingers to his lips until he sucked them clean, eyes glassy, humiliated and aching.
Jamal zipped up, kissed each girl deep, then headed for the door. "See you tomorrow, ladies. Same time?"
They blew him kisses, then turned back to Ryan—still tied, still caged, still leaking.
Kayla leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "We love teasing white boys...
because you make the best audience.
And tomorrow?
We're doing it all again."
The neon sign buzzed on.
Inside, three Hooters babes glowed with satisfaction—
shorts still askew,
bodies marked,
and one white cuck left trembling in the dark,
already counting down to closing time.