We are on our first dinner date together, at this restaurant. We have been enjoying
our meal and conversation, but every once in a while you hear a small whimper, a moan
from somewhere. You turn and look and see a man sitting perfectly still with a beautiful
woman, and she always has this knowing look on her face. But then I get your attention
and get you to look at me again. We're sitting in one of these horseshoe booths, and as the
evening wears on, I get closer and closer to you. When our plates are taken away, I'm
only about a foot away from you, and I very casually lay my hand on your thigh. You look
down at it, and you don't say anything, but you get a little flustered. We continue talking,
and my hand begins to move up and down your thigh. Eventually, I rest my hand right over
the buttons of your pants, and I can feel that your penis is nice and direct. You look
down, and I put a finger to your chin, bringing it up, as if to indicate that you are to look
at me and not anything else. Once I get you relaxed enough, that's when I unbutton your
pants, and I just casually slip my hand right over your throbbing penis. The whole time,
I'm just talking to you about mundane things, asking how your day went, and how was your
meal, and you try to keep up with the conversation, but you are distracted by my hand. That's
when I put my fingers all the way down, and curl them underneath your ballset, and I just
squeeze and massage it straight. I look at you intensely as I talk to you a little bit
more, and the whole time, my fingers are running back and forth right underneath your balls,
and occasionally, I lift them up, just like I'm weighing them. You hear another whimper
from right behind us, and you start to turn round, but I grab your shoulder with my free
hand, and I just wiggle my finger at you, and point to myself, directing you to pay
attention to me. And then I slide over, so I'm right next to you, as I bring my hand
up, and you feel my fingers wrapped tight around your cock. That's when I start to
stroke ever so slowly, up and down. Now I'm so close that instead of looking at my face,
you are looking at my breasts in my tight sweater. Because I'm so tall, my breasts
are at the same level as your head, and you wish you could just bury your face between
them. I stroke you up and down, up and down. As I milk your trapped penis in my hands,
you start to feel embarrassed, and you start to blush, but you can't help it. Your body
betrays you, and you start to move your hips up into my hand, because the stroking feels
so good. You keep nervously looking around, to see if anyone is looking, but no one is
paying attention. Even the beautiful waitresses that walk by don't glance down. With my left
hand, I suddenly pull your pants completely off of you, while I'm stroking you, and you're
now sitting completely exposed in this restaurant. You look over to another table, and you can
see this other gentleman at a table, and he is having the same exact thing done to him.
The only difference is he is a little bit argumentative, and you can tell that the woman
he is with is not very happy with this at all. She suddenly disappears under the table,
and you see the man's expression change. It goes from looking a bit angry to shock, and
then his whole head starts quivering, and his mouth falls open. Again, I reach over and
put my hand underneath your chin, so you would look at me. I just look at you with my intense
eyes, and like my lips, my beautiful, shiny, gouged lips, and when I do that, I wrap both
hands around you, and I start to pump up, and I twist my hands a little bit with each
pump, milking you with a practiced rhythm that I have used on so many of my dinner pains.
Your eyes start to flutter closed, and you start to grip on the table's edge with your
hands as I just start to stroke faster and faster. Eventually, you hear a man scream,
and it gets very, very quiet, which brings you out of this little haze that you were
in from my hands pumping you. You see these two beautiful waitresses pick up the man at
the other booth, who is now unconscious, and they carry him away. You see the woman come
out from underneath the table, and she, just very ladylike, takes a napkin and dabs the
sides of her mouth at it. She sees you looking at her, and she smiles with hooded eyes, and
she smiles at me, and I smile back. And now you are very confused. One of the waitresses
walks by and casually asks, Are you ready yet? And I say, No, not yet. You wonder what that's
all about, and you are still trying to talk to me, even though you are going in and out
of a daze with my hands going up and down your throbbing coat. You are not sure why
anyone isn't saying anything because it's completely inappropriate to be doing this
in a restaurant. I can now feel your prickum just seeping out of you, so I take my hands
off of you and snap my fingers. The waitress comes over, and she stands by the edge of the
pot right by your side. She doesn't say anything. She just stands and watches, and that's when
I get on my knees and go underneath the table. You can no longer see me as the tablecloth
obscures what is under the table, but you feel my warm hands slide slowly up your thighs,
parting them. You then feel my hot breath blowing against the head of your cock, and
you feel a sudden sense of fear before you can do anything. You feel my incredibly thick lips
close over the head of your cock. I suck on the head of your cock, and you can feel my
thick tongue rubbing the little slit of your glass, scooping out the prickum so I can finally
taste you. It's this warm, wonderful, almost intoxicating feeling being in my mouth,
and it feels so good that it makes you let out little whimpers just like the other men
you were hearing in the restaurant. After loving and adoring the head of your penis with my lips
and tongue, I just casually go all the way down your shirt and tighten my thick lips around the
base of your cock. You let out a gasp as my lips constrict to a vice-like hardness of your shirt.
You have never felt anything so tight and firm close around your penis before. Keeping my head
perfectly still, you feel my long, thick tongue start traveling up and down your trapped penis
within my mouth. It feels as though I'm almost sculpting, sliding my tongue over every vein and
contour of your penis as it becomes harder and more engorged with blood than it has ever been in your
entire life. You can't help but moan and throw your head back. You reach out with your left hand
and the waitress standing next to you holds your hand in hers. You look up at her, and she looks
down at you with a reassuring face. Just relax, you're doing well, she says, and you can't help
but notice that your lips and breasts are just as large as mine. Now that I have sculpted your
penis with my tongue and swung it to some delicious spurs of precom, I begin to slowly move my head
up and down the full length of your cock. Just up and down, baby. Because my lips are so full and
thick, you can actually feel them drag over your cock as my head slowly and lovingly pistons over
your stiff organ. You can feel my tongue press against the underside of your shirt, pushing it
against the roof of my mouth and making such a tight tunnel for your penis to be milked up and
down in. You feel my hand begin to gently massage your balls, and they begin to tighten up into your
body. The closer you get to giving me what I want, the harder I suck, and after a while this becomes
very intense. You start grating your teeth, your eyes squeeze shut. It becomes less and less
and less pleasurable as we go on. You start to struggle and get scared. The waitress just reaches
over and takes you by the shoulders, and she pushes you back against your seat. She straddles you and
quickly opens her blouse and bra, revealing her huge, melon-like breasts. She leans forward and
smocks you between her giant bosom, almost suffocating you with them. You look up and she
says, no, no, no, no, you are going to be very good for your new mistress, and I'm going to make
sure that we don't interrupt any of the other diners in this restaurant. She puts her hand behind
your head and just presses you between her breasts. Your stuttered breathing makes it hard in there,
and you can't see anything other than her pillowy flesh rubbing so tightly against your face.
You can feel my mouth start to pump faster over your helpless cock. We try to wiggle and struggle
to get away, but the waitress pulls her legs together to hold you at your hips, and she wraps
her arms around you, pushing you further between her giant, big, full, soft breasts.
My mouth is like this tight, long tunnel pumping up and down your shirt as you moan into the
waitress's smothering breasts. She starts running her hand through your hair as if you were a little
pet, while my suction becomes greater and greater and greater. She starts to calmly talk to you,
and you can barely hear her, though. You can just hear the deepness of her voice through her chest
because your ears are covered up. She just talks to you soothingly. Don't you want to come for
your new mistress? Because you do. You want to give her your milk, don't you? You want to be a
good boy, don't you? I'm sucking so hard that your body is being lifted off the seat. As soon
as that suction becomes so great that you don't think you can stand it anymore, the waitress starts
chanting slowly in your ear, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.
You pass out from your deal, but you have given me the dinner that I wanted. I think I will keep you.
