I walked into the back room of that greasy spoon on State Street in Madison and there she was, legs spread on the stainless steel counter like she owned the place. "You here for the eggs or the smut?" she asked, voice low and rough, already rubbing two fingers over her bare cunt. The sign outside said Smut and Eggs, and the smell of frying butter mixed with the sharp tang of her wet pussy.
"Both," I said, kicking the door shut. I grabbed a carton from the reach-in and cracked one against the edge.
Yolk spilled over my fingers, thick and warm. She watched me with hungry eyes, nipples hard under her thin tank top. "Strip," I told her. She yanked the top off and shoved her jeans down, kicking them away. Her bush was trimmed short, lips already shiny.
I dripped the yolk right onto her tits, watching it slide down to her belly. She moaned when I followed it with my tongue, licking the slick mess off her skin. "Fuck, that's nasty," she breathed, but her hips rocked forward. I cracked another egg and let it run between her legs, coating her clit and sliding down her slit. She gasped when I pushed two fingers inside her, pumping the eggy mess deeper.
"Get on the table," I ordered. She climbed up, ass in the air, and I cracked a third egg right over her hole. It dripped down her thighs. I dropped my pants and rubbed my cock through the mess, smearing yolk and her juices along my shaft. She reached back and spread herself open. "Put it in. Fuck me with that dirty cock."
I slammed into her in one thrust. The egg made everything sloppy and loud, wet squelching sounds filling the room every time I bottomed out. She pushed back hard, meeting every stroke. "Harder, you bastard. Wreck that cunt." I grabbed her hips and pounded her, balls slapping against her sticky skin. Yolk and pre-cum ran down her legs onto the table.
She came first, clenching around me, yelling loud enough the cooks out front probably heard. I kept going, chasing my own finish, until I pulled out and shot thick ropes across her ass and lower back, mixing with the broken eggs. We stayed like that a minute, breathing hard, the smell of sex and breakfast thick in the air.
She looked over her shoulder, smirking. "Same time tomorrow? I got more cartons in the walk-in." I wiped my cock on her thigh and nodded. Madison had its perks, and Smut and Eggs was definitely one of them.
