IT WAS IRIS'S HOUSE, HER CAR AND HER RULES

White, Wheat, Rye, Pumpernickel, Sourdough, Whole Grain or Multi Grain. On flat bread, Pita, Baguette, Panini, Chabata or wraps (Plain or Whole Wheat). On a Sub roll (round or long) or Surprise Me, and let us pick out the bread for your Italian Sandwich. 

Sorry folks, Iris's Italian Sandwich is only served with Provolone Cheese.

Fresh – Slowly blended egg whites and EVOO create fresh Homemade Mayonnaise. 

Mayo – Hellmann's Real Mayonnaise.

Real – Kraft Real Mayonnaise.

Whip – Miracle Whip Salad Dressing.

No Fat – Hellmann's Fat Free Mayonnaise.

Free – Kraft Fat Free 1,000 Island Salad Dressing.

Yellow – French’s Yellow Mustard.

Brown – Gulden’s Spicy Brown Mustard.

Dijon – Grey Poupon Dijon Mustard.

Horse – Heinz Premium Horseradish Sauce.

Oil – EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil) mixed with both Red and White Wine Vinegar.

We start out with a half-cup of red wine vinegar and a half-cup of white wine vinegar. Then we blend in about three-quarters of a cup of Extra Virgin Olive Oil (EVOO).

Next we add in around a half-cup of our premixed Italian Trinity consisting of parsley flakes, oregano and Italian seasoning. And finally we toss in the crushed cloves of a whole garlic bulb, salt and pepper.

After a quick trip to the blender, it's bottled and sent off to the fridge to chill until it’s needed to be add to you’re Italian sandwich.  

The LOT Finisher

Which includes (Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s.

The STOP Finisher

Which offers (Spinach, hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions along with Pepper rings  cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers).

The PLOTS Finisher

That combines both the LOT and STOP finishers without double tomato's and onions. But still includes (Pepper rings cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers, Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s and Spinach).

Unless of course you want us to add double onions and tomatoes to your Italian Sandwich. If so, then just ask us for the STOP/LOT finisher instead. 

Then with a trip to our extra item bar for any additional items that will make your sandwich a true masterpiece.  Here's where you decide what additional items that you want to go with your Italian Sandwich.

At your request, we'll toss in a teaspoon of each ingredient you choose into your favorite spread. You can select just one item or each and every item we have listed below, as the potential combinations are endless.

Whenever i have a True or Classic Italian Sandwich I enjoy mine with Black Olives, Roasted Peppers and soaked with Oil and Vinegar. Plus on top of the PLOTS finisher, I always ask for an extra helping of Onions, Tomatoes and Bell Peppers too.

After the disaster on the football field Saturday, I stayed at Marge's place the rest of the weekend waiting for a chance to explain myself and to apologize for my actions. But when she didn't come home either day, I knew that our time together was over.

So bright and early Monday morning, I packed up most of my stuff and moved back to the ship leaving Marge behind me. Then about a week or so later, while the ship was deployed, I received a letter from Marge. In the beginning, I was so excited about opening it because I hoped that Marge forgave me and wanted me back in her life.

But right there in front of the ship's post office, I soon realized that the complete opposite was true. And as I started to read it, my broken heart split a little bit farther apart because Marge wrote.

Larry,

It’s like I told you on Opening Day, a leopard can't change its spots. No matter how much the lady wants him too. And the person you became on the field the last time we saw each other, I don't ever want to see that side of you again.

I know from what you told me about yours and Suzan's relationship that’s what caused you to act the way you did. But I was always honest and faithful to you and could never do what Suzan did to anyone, especially to you. And that's why we can't get back together either. Even though part of me wants to break my own rule, the rest of me just won't let that happen.

And whether it's just a duty day, a duty weekend or another deployment, I don't want you to consistently worry or wonder what I'm doing and who I'm with while we’re apart. Plus I know that the right girl is out there somewhere waiting for you, it's just not me anymore.

Take care of yourself, Marge

After reading Marge's letter three times, I crumpled it up and threw it in the Atlantic  Ocean. As I sat on the fantail of the ship staring into its wake and I also realized that I was expecting it. The petty jealousy thing was building inside me until it finally accumulated into that outburst Saturday afternoon on the football field. But none the less, I dug my own grave so now I must lay in it.

And with my ship was back in port for a week or so, plus it was also almost two months since I received that Dear Larry letter from Marge. And we officially parted ways. But I was having one hell of a time hooking up with her replacement. And I was beginning to think that Marge and her Posse put the word out on the streets about my florescent orange van and its driver.

Or that the Norfolk Police Department put a B.O.L.O. (Be On the Look Out) for the driver of a neon orange van. He's 70 inches tall and 200 plus pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal. Because I was still striking out left and right with the young ladies.

I mean I was right there in the zone a dozen or more times, but I just couldn't close or seal the deal. So who could blame me with the start of my seventh straight week without poonanni rapidly approaching, I was getting pretty desperate.

Then the face of a pretty young lady with dark brown hair that ended a few inches below her orange-sized globes. And her areolas were the size of a silver dollar and deep mahogany in color. 

And right smack dab In the middle of each dark brown silver dollar were nipples that reminded me of light brown pencil erasers. Although both of them looked like they were pulled, twisted and sucked on a lot. And they were calling me out, because they wanted me to do of the same thing. Or they needed me to much, much worse to them.

She was tanned golden brown from head to toe and her southern brown curls were about an inch and a half long, wild and unkempt. Plus she had these sad looking blue eyes that reminded me of dull sapphires that once danced and sparkled in the sunlight. Or that you would see in a jeweler’s showcase that only needed to be polished up a bit. Then as soon as I saw her face, and I knew that she was Isis.

And Iris was the young lady that Helen and Lilly introduced me to so many years ago. Back when I dating Helen and sharing a one bedroom apartment with her, Lance and Lilly. Plus Iris was the third mouseketeers. Or at least that’s what they were called back in high school, because they were always together. And my little red rocket recognized her too and suddenly sprang to life by growing hard in my jeans.

But at that point, I wasn't sure if I was just the hapless victim of a Jedi mind trick or the Vulcan mind meld. Because I felt that my rocket was being called to Iris's launch pad for a test firing. Or maybe Iris had some good news for me about Helen and where I could find her.

But either way, my cock and I needed to see Iris to answer both questions. And even though it was late, I had to see Iris tonight. But first things first, I had to quickly defuel my little red rocket or this was going to be a very long and hard night.

So in one of the ship's bathrooms, I rubbed one out while thinking back to the day I first met Iris. And where Helen and Lilly had me standing butt ass naked in the restaurant where Iris worked. 

Plus all three girls knew that the place was closed for remodeling, but I didn't. And the contractors were working in the kitchen, which accounted for all of the cars and trucks in the parking lot. Because they weren’t staff or customer cars, as I originally thought. 

Then after that little fiasco, the three mouseketeers played a naked version of the classic Chinese Fire Drill. And we all started driving to Lilly's house in two cars. You see, I was naked driving Lilly's car, and following Iris's car.

Where all three girls were taking turns driving. Plus they were also sharing the same two hoodies that Helen and Lilly wore to the restaurant, while my petcock uniform was safely locked away in Lilly trunk.

How this naked version worked was. At every other stoplight or so, the passenger in my car became the driver of the lead car. And the passenger of the lead car became the passenger of my car. And after the new driver got in the lead car, they disrobed and passed the hoodie over to their passenger.

And when the passenger in the lead car was dressed or whenever the driver felt like it for that matter. The girl's would switch cars again, whether it was after only two stop lights or not. And once one of the girls was with me, they would unzip their hoodie and sit naked with me in the chase car. Until it was time to switch cars again.

And on one of the three occasions that Iris was riding with me. She put her ear on my chest and I could feel her hot breath on the tip of my aching cock. But as we drove, Iris's long auburn locks tickled my stomach, cock and balls too. And I had to hold the steering wheel tight with a white knuckle grip. And that was also in the traditional driver's education ten o-clock and two o-clock positions.

All because that was the only way I could safely drive. Without being tempted to shove Iris’s face and mouth over my hardened shaft and hold it there. Also with that white-knuckle death grip, I was in complete lock down mode. And I mean that my asshole at pucker factor ten. And I stared straight ahead, because I didn’t want to ram into the back of Iris's car.

This was especially true when Iris took three very slow tongue swipes along the piss slit of my throbbing prick. And I could have easily taken both of my hands off the steering wheel and impaled Iris's lips, tongue and tonsils right on my rigid pike. But with discretion being the better part of valor, I decided against that approach, until now.

While those events were playing over and over in my mind, I was jerking off on the ship before I went to see her that night. And if I would have taken both my hands off the steering wheel, I could have easily held Iris's lips firmly against the top of my ball sack. While they waited to explode and empty themselves deep down her throat.

But the only reason I didn't do it back then, was because I just started seeing Helen a few days earlier. And this road trip happened on the second day of our budding relationship. Because from where I was currently sitting, in the driver’s seat of Lilly’s car. Sticking your dick down the throat of another woman would have quickly ended mine and Helen’s relationship.

Meanwhile, back on the ship and within a matter of moments. My cock was rock hard again and my palm was still sticky and sweating. So I continued thinking about how absolutely wonderful a blowjob from Iris would have felt, if I actually forced her to give me one. So in a nut shell, I jerked off a second time in the stall before I left the ship.

And during the thirty-minute or so drive to the Steak House where Iris worked. I was constantly running how I was going to reintroduce myself to her through my mind. Because I didn't want to creep her out in anyway or appear that I was a desperate or a stalker. Just in case Iris didn't remember me.

It was just too bad that my old petcock uniform made Gwen look so fucking hot. Because once I saw her wearing it, I allowed her to keep it. And if Iris saw me in those same light blue jogging pants and that pale blue t-shirt again, I know that she would instantly remember me.

But in the end, I just decided to go with the wait and see approach. And I was just going to enter the restaurant as a customer, sit in her section if I could and simply let the chips fall where they may.

As another option, if Iris doesn't recognize me right away, I just might ask her. “Has anyone jerked off in your parking lot lately?”

And if that only resulted in a blank stare, my third option was to ask. “I seem remember seeing a naked man in here a few years ago, do you?”

But if her deer caught in the headlight look continued, I was just going to ask. “Could I please have my socks back, if you’re done with them of course?”

Hopefully, any one or all of those questions would help give Iris's memory a nudge. And with any luck, she'll just recognize me right on the spot.

But with all that reminiscing, by the time I got to the Steak House, my little red rocket was stiff as a board again. And quickly driving through the parking lot, I didn't see Iris's car. Although she could have gotten a new car since I saw her last.

So I simply parked my van near the exact same spot where I stood naked many years ago. Then I climbed into the M&M chair, stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and pulled my pud for the third time in less than an hour.

Only this time I thought about when Iris was jerking me off. And I was only wearing the middle finger of a thick rubber dish-washing glove around my swollen cock. And when I finished jerking off today, it was in the middle finger of a blue latex glove. Then I tied the cuff of the glove off to trap and hold my freshly spent seed.

And also this time, I put my latest batch of cum on ice in my step cooler. Just in case Iris wanted to add a third sample of my seed to her Larry’s Collection of Cum. That is, if she still had the two from our first meeting out in this very same parking lot.

And why shouldn't she get a third sample to help celebrate our next little encounter? Since Iris and I only had history once here at the restaurant, and twice more at Lance and Lilly's place. Plus I didn't want to intrude or impose on Iris at her house.

So after looking up her address in my trusty Rand Mcnally, I decided to only do a very slow drive by. Just to see if anything was up. And all the time I drove from Iris’s job to her house. I was hoping, dreaming and even praying that those three high school mouseketeers were having a class reunion at Iris’s house today.

Plus there had to be a reason why these constant thoughts about Iris were invading my mind. Because they were occurring almost everyday and night during the past week or so, so Iris had to either be my next girlfriend. Or she would lead me to whoever it was supposed to be.

Even better yet, Iris just might lead me straight back to Helen. But when I arrived at Iris's house, the only car I recognized was hers. Though it briefly crossed my mind, that Helen or Lilly could have simply gotten a new car or rented one. So I decided to hang out there for about thirty minutes or so just to see if anything exciting happens.

Heck I even thought about going to get two large pizza's and pretending to be a pizza delivery dude. And that I had two large pies for Iris's address hoping to get a look inside her place. Then if Iris insisted that she didn't order them, I could offer an easy swap.

And I would give Iris one large pizza pie for a big juicy slice of her pussy pie. Then I would offer her the other one for a Lilly style blowjob. But if Helen was inside with another dude, I knew there was no way in hell that I could handle a horrible twist of fate like that.

So I quickly dropped the pizza dude idea and drove back to the base instead. And since I had duty tomorrow night, I would have to try the Steak House again on Friday. Because I simply figured that it would be much better if I didn't jump right into meeting Iris again.

Plus, if I played a slow and casual meeting, I could test the waters and talk to Iris first, per say. And if Helen was in town with another dude, at least I would know for sure that I was just one of the lucky few other men who got the opportunity stick a dick in her. At least until she got bored with me. I would also have some time to wrap my head around the whole idea too, so I could put my game face on when and if I did see Helen again.

And after a long and very disappointing drive back to the ship, I went straight to my rack and hopefully to sleep. But that wasn't the case because I kept tossing and turning all night. Occasionally though, I had this vision of Iris holding her arms and legs wide open for me.

And at least three times, that I could think of. Lilly was carrying on a conversation with Helen while I was actually fucking her. Plus twice, Lance gave me permission to finger fuck his wife while Lilly was blowing him and he was tweaking Helen’s nipples or finger fucking her. 

By the time reveille sounded, I felt like I didn't sleep a wink at all last night. And I was really dragging anchor while I sluggishly got dressed and walked around the gunner's mate spaces. Since I didn't see any issues what so ever, I slowly made my way down to the mess-decks for breakfast.

Then to top off the already bad night I had, the galley decides to serve us pancakes. And that only made me start second-guessing my fake pizza dude idea all over again. So as I sat there slowly eating my pancakes with extra syrup and butter, it only made me want to see Iris sooner than later. Because that lone mouseketeer knew something and all I had to do was to make her talk.

Then to add insult to injury, I started thinking about, what if Helen actually was there. And she had to leave early this morning after only spending a few days with Iris. Then I got so upset with myself for the possibility of letting Helen slip through my fingers again. I couldn't even finish my dam pancakes, or the rest of my breakfast for that matter.

So after a short walk to the scullery, I decided to go up on deck to try and calm down before quarters. And that was another bad idea and a very bad idea too. Because once I was topside I saw the door to the fan room where Helen jerked me off. And I had to put my hand on the door as I thought about that night so long ago.

Then as both the oncoming and off going duty sections started filtering their way on deck, I quickly punched the steel fan room door hard with my fist. And boy let me tell you, it hurt like a son of a bitch. And some of the other crew members even turned around to see what all the noise and commotion was about.

But I quickly turned and walked away, making a mental note to myself by saying. “If you’re going to punch a steel door with your fist, make sure it's not the one that you write or jerk off with.”

After sitting down across from me, Iris yelled. “Linda, I'm taking my break now.”

Then she put her hand on mine and softly said. “Larry, I've been having these dreams about you. And that you were looking for me. And it’s been going on for months now; in the beginning I thought it was all just wishful thinking on my part. Just like I hoped that you would stop by to see me the night Helen broke up with you. Because I would have followed you anywhere, all you had to do was just ask. And I would have gone anywhere you liked. Plus I would have left everything behind too, my apartment, my life, my friends and even my job just to be with you.”

When Iris took my other hand, she continued with. “Helen didn't realize what she had when you two were together. Just like Lilly found her perfect mate with Lance, I think you and Helen were a perfect match too. But she just tossed you away. Because you accepted her for whom she was on the inside. That's what made you perfect for each other.”

Iris slightly squeezing my hand now, continued saying. “Even when you found out that she didn't suck dick or would never let you eat her box lunch. You never asked or forced her to do anything that she wasn't comfortable doing. Now with me on the other hand, I love it when my man is dining on my taco stand. And he can have all he wants plus the sloppier he is the better it like it. Although I like to suck on a dick once in a while, especially when I'm ragging, but I still prefer to play with my food before I eat it.”

Chuckling, I asked. “What about Linda over there? Does she like to suck cock and play with her food before she eats it too?”

Laughing, Iris replied. “Linda's strictly a surf girl. She likes digging for clams, oysters and anything else she can find between a woman’s legs. Linda has absolutely no interest in anyone who has a cock.”

Laughing myself, I said. “Oh well. There goes me asking her to blow out the candle for my fake birthday party here.”

Iris now with a puzzled look on her face asked. “What fake birthday party?”

Swallowing hard, I simply said. “I lied to her and slipped Linda twenty bucks. By telling her that today was my birthday, so she would seat me in your section. But little did I know that Linda would put me at the exact same table that you picked out for me. The day Helen and Lilly brought me here many years ago?”

Giggling, Iris said. “Ya, that was quite nice of both Helen and Lilly to bring me a big hard cock to play with.”

Iris quickly released my hands and stood up, before sliding over to my side of the table, and asked. “Larry, do you have a big hard cock for me to play with today?”

Then she put her hand right over the bulge and raging boner in my jeans. And after she gave my cock a couple of gentle squeezes, Iris said. “It's too bad that I'm stuck here at work until five tonight. Because I would love to grab hold of your balls and see what you’re really made of.”

Swallowing hard, and maybe sounding a bit too eager to bust a nut, I pointed out the door and said. “My van's right over there. And during your next break, we could always slip inside for five or ten minutes.”

Laughing now, Iris quickly said. “Honey, if sex takes less then an hour from start to finish, you're doing something wrong. Good cocks are like a fine cut of quality meat that you have to tenderize. Sometimes you even have to pound on them for a while in order to tenderize it properly.”

After a brief pause and a few harder squeezes, Iris continued saying. “Then once you’re finished, you need to let it rest for a while in order to get all the succulent juices out of it. Plus you will know when it’s done properly; because once it touches the tip of your tongue it will begin melt right in your mouth. And that’s usually right before it completely overwhelms your taste buds with a sudden burst of fresh flavors. Plus they can range from very sweet to slightly spicy and sometimes even with a hint of garlic. But that all depends on what the host either eats or grazes on while those amazing juices are brewing deep inside their ball sack.”

As I silently said to myself, “Man, if I only had the common sense of a spooked deer. Because whenever it feels that its life might be in danger, it runs away as fast as it can.”

But instead, I acted just like someone whose was about to die in a classic horror flick. As I just stayed there with Iris’s hand still squeezing my swollen dick. All because I wanted to see what was going to happen next. And I also wanted to be Iris's play toy and have her tenderize my little red rocket whenever she wanted too.

Plus when I began to rapidly flex my kegel muscles, I wanted Iris to start the final countdown to my ignition, lift off or to my eminent ejaculation. But mission control had already sent out the launch abort order when Iris stood up and asked. “Are you ready to order now, sir?”

On the inside I was asking, begging and even pleading. For Iris to finish me off and send my little cluster bomb of sperm cells into outer space or at least inside my jeans. I wanted to explode with her hand still resting on my cock or while she was stroking it. Just like she did when we met for the very first time many years ago.

So she could once again feel the full force and energy as my core started to melt down. In a sudden release from my internal nut sack or nuclear power plant and out through the mushroom shaped head of my hard-on. But on the outside I just simply replied. “Surprise me.”

And that's exactly what Iris did each and every time she returned to my table. On her first trip, Iris brought me out an orange soda and a napkin that she wrote a note for me on. That said. “When you're all finished here, I want you to sit in the passenger seat of you van and get completely naked for me. Then hang your jeans and t-shirt on your side mirror where I can see them. So I know that even when I’m not around, you will still follow my rules.” 

Now why I didn't head for the border or make a b-line for the door, I have no freaking idea. But I simply stayed and sat there. Maybe it was because I secretly needed or wanted a little structure and discipline in my life. Or that I just wanted to do something a little foolish and crazy. None the less, I just sat there waiting to see what was going to happen next.

Then on Iris's second visit, she brought out a garden salad, a dozen or so plastic cups, and about twenty or so brightly colored birthday balloons with ribbons attached. And each ribbon was about three feet long and around six different colors.

Iris also had a large zippered bag with some sort of white cloth or material stuffed inside it, plus another note written on a napkin. Then Iris put everything in a clear doggy style bag, before she quickly tied the balloons to the bags handle and placed it in the center of the table. And Iris put the napkin with my next set instruction directly in front of me before she left.

Written on the second napkin, Iris wrote. “While you’re out there in your van and have to piss, do so in one of the plastic cups that I provided. And each time that you do so, I want you to tie a single ribbon to the upper section of your mirror so that I can see it from here. But if you need to jerk off, I want you do so in my panties that I just gave you. Then put my freshly soiled undergarment back into the large zip-lock bag. And each time you jerk off, I want you to tie two ribbons to the lower section of your side mirror.”

Quickly thinking to myself as I read Iris’s note, I said. “Silly rabbit, with my jeans and t-shirt hanging off my West Coast style mirrors. There was no way in hell that I’ll be able to tie any ribbons to my mirrors.”

So as Rocky the Squirrel always told Bullwinkle the Moose, I silently said to myself. “That trick will never work.”

You see, West Coast style mirrors are two smaller mirrors stacked above and below each other. Vice a long single mirror that most of the trucks and utility vans have. And again, I had the perfect opportunity to walk out. I mean run away from Iris forever, but I still stayed.

Partly because I wanted to see want Iris would ask me to do next. But mainly because Iris had me so pumped up with intrigue, adrenaline and my cock was filled to its absolute limit with blood. Plus I wanted to see exactly how this little sexual adventure of hers was going to end.

And if the truth were to be told, I kind of liked this little cat and mouse game that we were playing. Because it reminded me of the cock and muff game that Fay and I used to play. And every time that I pulled my cock out for her, I hoped that she would start sucking it. Then each time I jerked off for Fay, I wanted he to let me finally fuck her. But neither one ever happened.

However, here with Iris, today, I was more hopeful than I ever was with Fay. And that I could actually score or at least something truly amazing was going to happen. I just had to stay to find out how it was all going to turn out. So I just sat there patiently and ate my salad wondering what Iris's next trip to my table had in store for me.

Shortly after I finished, Iris came by a third time with a steak-cooked medium well and a baked potato smothered in sour cream and a small zippered bag with another note taped to it.

As Iris just stood there motionless and waited, I read her note, which said. “Like your baked potato, I want you to go into the men’s room and fill this bag up with your sour cream. And I want every last drop of it in the bag too. Just think about me walking around the restaurant for the rest of the day without any panties on if you have to. Just bring me a bag full of your freshly jerked cream.”

And my panty-less brown haired waitress took a half a step backwards, she lifted her skirt and did a very slow 360-degree turn for me. Proving beyond a shadow of doubt that she indeed didn't have any panties on under her very short thigh length and thin white skirt she wore.

As Iris gave me an up close-up and unobstructed view of the lower half of her body. My little red rocket was now pressing even harder against the seams of my jeans just to get closer to Iris's hairy pussy. And at that very instant, I had my next take your breath away moment of my life. 

Even though the first hairy pussy that I ever saw in my life was dirty blonde and was attached to Abby’s completely naked body. Then there was Fay’s fuzzy red beaver pelt was the second naked woman I saw. But right here and now, it was Iris furry cunt that was so close that I could actually reach out and touch it. 

And actually seeing Iris's hairy pussy less then a foot away from me, hers was the fourth with Lilly’s bearded clam being my third. And with any luck, she would let me do anything that I wanted to do to it. Like either gently or roughly tug on her pussy hair. Let me start licking it or even fucking it with my tongue, nose or cock.

Just as long as Iris didn’t put an end to my desires like Fay did, when I broke her first rule and touched her light-red pubic mound. Then almost as soon as Iris was out of sight, I headed straight for the men’s bathroom to do exactly what she told me to do.

Although it was almost four years since I saw Iris's pussy last, her twat whiskers seemed to be a little bit longer than I remembered. Though they still weren’t as long as I remember Lilly’s being. Or were they? But I do know that when Lance let me finger fuck Lilly. The tip of my pinky finger would touch her labia lips and my hand was covered with her long fuzzy peach hair.

And from what I could tell just by seeing Iris’s, cunt hair today. They were just long enough for my tongue and fingers to get lost in for days or hopefully weeks on end. And all the time I was in the bathroom jerking off as Iris instructed. All I kept thinking about Iris being naked underneath her skirt talking and joking around with all of her male customers.

But if they only knew that a hairy naked pussy was so close, with a thin layer of cloth separating them. It only took my little red rocket less then two-minutes to dump its homemade rocket fuel into Iris's clear plastic bag. And I also managed to squeeze every single drop out of my cock and balls into that bag too. Then I sealed up Iris’s small prize in that zippered bag. Before taking a piss and cleaning up.

After leaving the men’s room, I walked back to my table. While I proudly carried my latest accomplishment out in plain sight and in the open for any and all to see. Funny thing though, my hand didn't hurt a bit. And I didn't know if it was because of Iris or the Motrin I took before leaving the ship. Heck enough time could have even passed since I injured it, or a combination of all three.

But the important thing was that I had no problem jerking off what so ever. And when I returned to my table, I didn't want to put this precious bag of white gold on it. So I decided to place it on the bench next to me instead. And when Iris returned this time, she had another small zippered bag with her.

And after Iris placed it in the center of my table, she said. “Since I know how much you wanted to run your fingers through Lilly's pussy hair, but couldn't. I will let you play with mine right here, right now until I walk away.”

But little did she know and because Iris didn’t get the memo, since the day that Iris and I first met. I did indeed get to finger fuck Lilly’s hairy bearded clam twice with Lance’s permission. Plus Lilly also let me touch her furry mound for a good two or three minute’s. Back when the four of us all played a Mouseketeers version of a Keystone Cops skit or the classic Chinese Fire Drill. Plus Lilly also tugged on my cock at the same time, until it was rock hard again. 

Anyway, before Iris used a permanent marker to date and time stamp my latest sperm sample by writing today’s date and time on it. She stood right up against the side of my table. And with her legs slightly parted Iris lifted the front of her short white skirt and set it the top of my table.

And while I started playing below, Iris folded that plastic bag with my sperm sample inside up into quarters and tucked it inside her bra, before saying. “You know Larry; I'm going to need another one of these for my other breast. Because I want to use them to keep my nipples hard and tits warm, so just as soon as you can fill another one up for me. I would appreciate it”

Just thinking about Iris having a clear plastic bag filled with my fresh cum only millimetres away from her bare breast. Was way more exciting than thinking about what Alexander Hamilton was doing next to Linda’s tits. Plus the fact that I currently had two digits two knuckles deep inside Iris’s womanhood. And without seeing it with my own eyes, I could sware that Iris’s cunt hair was just as long as Lilly clam whiskers were.

And with all those thoughts and actions, they quickly helped my little red rocket completely recharge its internal batteries. Now that my dick was standing hard, tall and pressing against my jeans again, that whole process started much sooner than I expected it too. And when Iris slowly tucked the final protruding corner into her bra, she asked. “Larry, how does that look to you and can you see any signs of a plastic baggy?”

So being the nice little Italian boy, from a good family that I am, I first looked directly at Iris orange-sized breasts then deep into her sapphire eyes, before saying. “They still look perfect to me and I don't see any signs of a plastic zippered bag at all.”

Giggling, Iris quickly replied. “For that very nice complement sir, I will just stand here a little bit longer so you can continue playing with my pussy.”

And play I did, for a solid ten-minutes or so. I finger combed, twisted, tugged and occasionally lightly pulled on Iris's pubic hair. While she just stood there motionless, I even managed to switch out my fingers two at a time, until all four of them were inside Iris’s hidden cavern at least a dozen times each.

Then as I slipped my hand up the crack of her ass and between Iris’s ass cheeks, my thumb easily slid inside her tropical rain forest too. Plus all five of my little Russian explorers found Iris’s labyrinth walls warm, wet and very inviting for more frequent invasions and even deeper explorations.

But when Linda made a Hostess lap around the restaurant to check on the customers and waitresses, Iris took a half a step backwards and asked. “Will that be all Sir?”

Also with that step backwards, my fingers easily slid out of her slippery little slit. And the hemline of Iris’s thin white skirt slowly slipped off of my tabletop too. But on the inside I was screaming. “No. That's not all. I want you to bend over the table right here, so I could fuck your hairy hidey-hole.”

But on the outside, I simply said. “That will be all for now Iris, thank you.”

With that Iris replied. “Larry, I'll be right back with your desert then.”

And after both Iris and Linda walked away, I finally had a chance to inhaled Iris's sweet scent off my fingertips. Then I quickly started licking and sucking all of her lingering and delectable juices right off of all five of my digits. But even though it was by proxy, I tasted Iris’s pussy for the first time. And I wanted more, lots more of it too.

Now with a twice swollen cock still in my pants, I quickly grabbed the other small zipper lock bag off the table and made another mad rush into the bathroom. To do exactly what Iris told me to do for the second time today. And even though all of the fingers that I was jerking off with, were only moments ago deep in Iris's fur covered snatch. It still took me almost twice as long to jerk off for her this time. 

But just knowing where my fingers were earlier. Only made the entire experience much more pleasurable then the first one was. Plus this would also be the fourth donation that I made to Iris's sperm bank. Because I made my first two deposits almost four years ago, the day Helen and Lilly both introduced me to her. And that Iris was Helen and Lilly’s third High School Mouseketeer.

When I finished in the men’s room and slowly heading back to my table again. I was thinking about how pleased my new mistress would be with my latest sample. Then I noticed Linda was quickly walking towards me. So I stashed my latest cum filled baggy in my pocket and nodded my head when we passed each other.

And when I arrived back at my table, I pulled the white viscous fluid filled bag out of my pocket and sat down. Then placing the bag on the bench right next to me, I waited to show my master her latest prize. As I hoped she would once again reward me with another leisure finger stroll deep inside fur burger.

But when Iris returned this fourth and final time, she placed a slice of chocolate cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream right in front of me. And a third zippered bag in the center of the table with another napkin note attached to it, before Iris picked up her latest sample and quickly walking away. At first I thought Iris wanted a third sperm sample from me, but I noticed that the bag already had something inside of it.

So I read the note, which said. “This is my present to the birthday boy who has given me so much today. I cut a dozen of my pussy hairs that you just ran your fingers though moments ago. And once a week after you’re finished playing with my pussy, plus whenever I feel that you deserve it. I will allow you to select your own dozen of my cunt hairs to harvest and add to your collection here. So enjoy your present. Along with the cake and ice cream too.”

And after I picked up the zipper locked bag, I could very easily count all twelve of Iris's long dark brown twat hairs that were trapped within it. Then as I flipped the napkin over to continue reading, it said. “When you're finished eating, do what I told you to do in my first note. Don't worry about your bill that’s my last gift to you. And everything else from this point on, you will have to earn on a daily basis. Plus I will train you on my house rules when I’m finished working today. And if you have any extra clothes out there in your van, hang them on your mirror with the ones that you’re currently wearing. Make sure you go number two before you leave the building, because there will be no potty breaks until we get back to my house. I may come out and check on your progress during my next break, or I may not. And if your a good boy and do exactly as you were told to do. I just might let you play with my pussy again tonight, instead of you just watching me do it.”

And even through I just found out about some of Iris’s ground rules, why I didn't run for the hills or get the hell out of dodge was beyond me. But like the nice little Italian boy from a good family that I am. I still stayed just to find out what was going to happen next and did everything that Iris told me to do. Well, almost, anyway.

After my confession, Iris squeezed my cock hard again, she asked. “And exactly when did you do this?”

Swallowing hard, I simply said. “Right before I came out here Mistress Iris. Right before I came out here.”

Iris quickly twisted my hard on again, and snapped. “How many times did you lie to me today?”

Wincing in pain, I quickly replied. “Three times Mistress Iris, three times.”

After twisting my cock a little more, Iris asked. “And what punishment do you deserve for lying to me three times?”

Wanting to reach for my poor cock in an attempt to free it from Iris's grasp, but doing so might also show weakness. So I decided to just lay there with my face grimacing and took it. Then as I very quickly replied. “Mistress Iris, I deserve whatever punishment your feel that I deserve.”

Briefly releasing my sore pecker, Iris asked. “Where's the birthday gift I gave you earlier?”

Swallowing hard, I hesitantly said. “It's in the center console, Mistress Iris.”

After quickly slapping my cock with the back of her hand, Iris quickly said “Well, go get it for me, I want my gift back. I gave you a little piece of me, something that you can see and actually hold in your hands when you’re not with me. And instead of thanks, you lie right to my face three times in a row. This is the thanks I get?”

And when I turned around to hand the little baggy to Iris, she grabbed and twisted my cock again and said. “I think I'm going to hold on to this until I feel you deserve to get it back. Now as for your punishment for lying to me, you get to watch me diddle myself three times. Once for each time you lied to me. And you'll be so close you can smell what you're missing out on, but you won't be able to touch it or even taste it.”

Iris Finally letting go of my dick, finished by saying. “And when I'm done pleasuring myself, I might let you jerk off for me. That if you’re a good boy, of course. Or I might even forbid you from touching your cock until I give you permission to do so. I haven’t decided yet.”

After Iris hiked her skirt up, she sat down in the M&M chair and said. “And since I'm feeling a little bit horny right now. I think I will just let you watch me pleasure myself, right here in your van. Now be a good boy and sit right here with your legs under my chair.”

When I did as I was told, Iris then put one leg on each of my shoulders before scooting forward. Once Iris was in position, she crossed her legs behind my neck. And from where I was sitting, my nose was just an inch or so from Iris's hairy womanhood. And my mouth was watering, because I could already smell the faint traces of Iris's scent lingering and hiding deep within the forest of her dark brown southern curls.

With a painted red nail, Iris slowly began to navigate her way through the underbrush and plunged it into her hidden chamber below. After the painted nail kept disappearing and reemerging a dozen or so times. Iris touched the tip of my nose with it and said. “This could have been your finger easily sliding in and out of my wet pussy. But no, you had to lie to me three times. So all you get to do now is watch my red fingernails pop in and out of my cunt instead of your fingers.”

Then Iris ran her fingertip up and down the entire length of her inner labia, and said. “This could have been your tongue, tasting and savoring my soft tender pussy lips. But no, you had to lie to me three times. So all you can do now is sit and watch my finger instead of tasting me on the tip of your tongue.”

And as Iris reached the top of her inner labia, she rolled her clitoris between her thumb and forefinger and said. “Just think about it, your lips could be gently sucking my clit right now if you didn't lie to me three times. But now all you can do is watch me pleasure myself.”

Then Iris quickly plunged her finger two knuckles deep into her cunt and said. “Just think now, that could have been the head of your hard cock probing my inner core. But you have to stop lying to me if you want to enjoy all of the fruits that I can offer you. Or this will be as close to my hairy snatch as you will ever get. I can either be Lilly who you could only watch. Or I could always be Helen who wouldn't suck your cock or let you eat her pussy. Or would you prefer me to be Iris, and let you have it all and enjoy everything you see before you.”

As Iris pulled her wet fingers from her snatch, and lightly touched them to my lips. She said. “I prefer to be Iris for you, with a little of Lilly and Helen thrown in for good measure. But you won't get another taste or even the smell my pussy if you lie to me again. And you won't get a chance to play with my pussy or cunt hairs if you ever lie to me again. Plus I will also forbid you from touching your own cock while you’re with me too. No matter how hard it gets or how long it’s been that way.”

As Iris started to rapidly stroke her clit with one hand, while her other one had two fingers buried deep within her twat. As Iris climaxed, I could feel her body tremble like a mild earthquake. And just through her legs, that were still resting on my shoulders. It felt like the ground was shaking under my van.

Then as Iris's body started to relax, I could see her milky white nectar start to leak from her moist slit and travel the short distance to her tender pale pink balloon knot and the M&M chair directly below that. As Iris's aroma filled my nostrils, my aching cock begged for relief. Then my blood filled penis was throbbing right between my legs, and soon matched my increased heartbeat.

Iris broke the silence by saying. “If you ever lie to me again, this will be the last time you ever gaze upon the long pussy hairs that you desire and crave. Do you understand?”

Swallowing hard, I said. “Yes Mistress Iris, I understand.”

Smiling at me, Iris said. “Good. Now jerk off for me and I want you to watch your cum coat my pussy hairs. But if you touch me while you’re pleasuring yourself, this will be the last time you’re cum gets anywhere near my cunt. Do you understand?”

Quickly thinking back to my days with Fay, when I couldn’t touch her or get any of my cum on her. I didn’t want that again. So after swallowing hard again, I said. “Yes Mistress Iris, I understand.”

As I knelt between Iris's legs, she put her right leg up over the armrest of the M&M chair. This gave me more room and allowed the tip of my cock to get as close to Iris's pussy as my nose was earlier. And at first I had a hard time working in such a confined area without touching Iris.

But just like Fay and I worked out our body positioning in her shower the day she dripped soap suds in my mouth. I also managed to put my hand in just right spot to at least half stroke my rigid shaft. And even though I was in an uncomfortable position, I still busted a nut all over Iris's dark and beautiful long pussy hairs in a little over seven minutes without even touching her.

After my last drop landed on Iris brown thicket, she said “Good boy.”

As she started playing with her cum coated pussy hair, Iris continued with. “I think you deserve a reward for services rendered and not touching me while you were jerking off.”

At first I thought Iris was going to give my dozen pussy hairs back, so I prematurely thanked her without knowing what my gift was, by saying. “Thank you Mistress Iris, Thank you very much.”

But I was quite disappointed when Iris presented me with a different zip-lock bag as a gift. Apparently while I was jerking off for Iris, she placed the wadded up toilet paper that I allegedly used in the bag. Iris also attached one of the brightly colored ribbons to the bag, so I could wear it like a necklace.

And as Iris handed it to me, she said. “I want you to wear this new gift around your neck morning, noon and night until I tell you to take it off. As a constant reminder of how you betrayed me by jerking off without my permission. And if anyone asks you what it is and why you're wearing it. I want you to tell them exactly what you did and why you’re wearing it. And when I feel that you have been punished long enough, I will tell you to take it off.”

Thinking to myself, I said. “Talk about Deja Vu, karma and kismet. I had Gwen do the exact same thing with the hobbling rope that I made for her. Now Iris was making me do the same thing with a cum soaked piece of toilet paper.”

But on the outside I simply replied. “Yes Mistress Iris.”

Then Iris quickly said. “Now go outside and hang your streamers on your mirror, while I watch you from in here.”

As I exited the side door of my van to do as I was instructed, Iris added. “I want you to take the long way around your van in both directions too.”

And all I could say in response was. “Yes Mistress Iris.”

Since I was naked in this parking lot before, although it was still many years ago. But this time, there were actual customers inside the steak house. And any number of them could be looking out the window at any givin time.

Still feeling totally undaunted by this latest twist of fate and didn’t care who was watching. I boldly walked in my birthday suit down the passenger side of my van, across the back of it, then up the drivers side, and finally across the front to the passenger side mirror.

Then after hanging the two brightly colored ribbons on the bottom of my West Coast style mirrors. And because they were quite popular on pick up trucks and panel vans while I was growing up. When I had the opportunity, I made sure that the van I bought had them too.

And when I finished my task, I walked all the way back around my van again before climbing inside. That’s when I noticed that Iris was still playing with the freshly deposited cum that I left on her dark brown bramble patch a few minutes earlier. And Iris kept playing with it to, making sure that every single hair follicle was coated with my spent red rocket fuel.

Then as Iris finished and was licking her fingers, she said. “Tastes like garlic. We need to sweeten up your loads for me with about sixteen to twenty ounces of pineapple juice everyday. Oops, look at the time, I got to go. I'll be back after work. Take out my panties to clean me up with them. And make it snappy. After all, you did jerk off in your van for me didn't you? And rules are rules, and they must always be followed, Right Larry?”

Then within a single heartbeat, I simply replied. “Yes Mistress Iris. Rules are rules and they must always be followed.” 

When I was finished wiping Iris's pussy hairs as clean as I possibility could with her now twice cum soaked panties. Iris just smoothed down the front of her skirt, got out of my van and walked back towards the restaurant.

As I was still holding Iris’s cum soaked panties in my hand and watched Iris walk away from my van. I started thinking about the day when Fay had her face buried in my crotch and I came home from school wearing her panties. And I jerked off in them seven times since I last saw her. Plus Fay kept her nose and face in them, until she slowly pealed them off me.

Until today, I didn’t know exactly how intoxicating that was for Fay. Because when I tried to lick any lingering cum off Iris’s panties, beside the scent only traces of sperm remained. But I still licked them anyway, before shoving them entirely into my mouth.

And once I started thinking about Iris walking around in a family restaurant with no panties on. Plus the lingering aroma of fresh cum all over her pussy hairs beneath that short white skirt. Along with the two small Ziploc bags of cum stashed inside her bra. I started to feel my cock swell with excitement, if Iris was waiting on me.

And all that cum came straight out of my cock too. Plus for the next three hours or so, Iris will have that cum scent around her while she worked. Just like I was wearing a bag of it around my neck, how fucking hot is that? Then I began kicking myself in the ass for not making sure that all the tissue was in the bowl and flushed down the drain before I left the men’s room.

And after thinking about it for a while, I could have sworn that all my jizz went straight from my cock into the tissue and straight into the bowl. I know that Marge once commented that I sucked at basketball. 

But how in the hell could I have missed a slam dunk right below and between my legs like that? Especially with all of the close quarters jerking off I did, less than a foot away from Fay’s face or body. And I never once got a drop of sperm on her. 

But here and now with Iris, there was no point in crying over not flushing a cum filled tissue down the drain. And my earlier excitement along with my latest hard on was quickly faded away. Since it was all water under the bridge now anyway or cum not flushed properly.