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Part #2

The Restaurant

I glanced at myself in a passing store window and grimaced. What a mess. I reached into a pocket and pulled out lipstick and a tissue. Dabbing away the smudged lipstick around my mouth I re-applied a perfect red pout and surveyed myself. Not so disheveled, I felt much more unkempt than I looked but that may have had something to do with the sticky wetness between my legs. Thank heaven no runs in the stockings. That would have been made classy slut look I had been aiming for just plain slutty.

I walked into the restaurant and was led to our table. He stood up and kissed me lightly, no indication on his face of what had been happening only thirty minutes earlier. I sat down and I felt a spark as our knees brushed together. It was a corner table so we were at right angles to each other and not separated by what can sometimes seem an expanse of table. I was glad for the proximity but also a little apprehensive. Being so close to him sent all other thoughts out of my brain and I only existed for his pleasure, what if he wanted me to do something in the restaurant? Not entirely unheard of. The waiter came over and asked if we’d like drinks, he ordered champagne as a starter for both of us. I picked up the menu after the waiter had left us but was told not to, that he would be ordering for me. That was disconcerting, no-one had ordered for me before. I felt myself slip a little more under his control. His left hand slid up my leg under the edge of my coat and his fingers quickly found their way between my wet lips. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow and voiced concern as to how I’d gotten so wet, as if what had happened earlier hadn’t been with him. I blanched – what if it hadn’t been him but someone else? Was that possible? No, surely not.

Still with a finger idly stroking my clit forcing me to keep total control of myself, with his other hand he placed a small gift bag in front of me. He said that he had been going to save it for later but since I was already so prepared for him, I was to get it now. I looked in the bag and my eyes widened in surprise. I had been enough adult shops to know what this was. I was told to go and put it on, now. Dutifully I made my way to the ladies room. There was no remote control or wires attached so I couldn’t test it to see how loud this little silver buzzy contraption could be. This meant, of course, that he must have the controls on him. Fortunately, I had placed my panties in pocket earlier; I could never bear to throw out good lingerie and when they were ripped of me earlier they came apart at the crotch snaps so it was an easy matter of just snapping them back together. I took them out and wrinkled my nose. They were quite scummy now, I rinsed them under the sink and held them under the dryer praying fervently that no-one would walk in. After a minute or so they were still a bit damp but clean so I put them on and positioned the toy between my lips where it nestled next to my clit. Even the casual touch of it caused a tremor to pass through me.

Making my way back to the table I was suddenly jolted by an intense buzzing on my clit. I gasped and received a strange look from the couple I was passing. I looked up to glare at him but he wasn’t even watching me, he was talking to the waiter who had brought our champagne, both hands on visible as he spoke. I thought that was a bit strange but paid it no more attention, after that first initial jolt it had been turned off again and I was left anticipating the next buzz. The waiter held the chair for me as I sat down again and made a comment that I was looking a little flustered and could he get me anything. He said it in such a way that made me do a double take. No thanks I was fine thank you and off he went with our order. He asked me if I had been good and placed it in the right spot – damn, it never occurred to me to place it anywhere less sensitive! He then took my right hand in both of his and started to engage in some small talk, how was my day etc. When he did that I felt the toy nestled next to my lips start buzzing away merrily and I clenched my hand in his grasp, trying to concentrate on the question. Then it hit me! He couldn’t have triggered it, technology was good but not that good. I looked at him in surprise and he just gave me a lazy smile. Someone else in the restaurant knew what was between my legs and had control of it! I closed my eyes and tried hard to stop my hips from undulating, feeling my body betray me and start building up towards orgasm. Oh no, not only was someone else doing this to me, but I was going to come from it. I was mortified but couldn’t do anything about it. My mouth dropped open and I sighed as orgasm was about to slide through my body and then it stopped, leaving me panting. I glared around the restaurant and he laughed quietly. Obviously this was a great game for him and I still had no idea who else was in on it. I gulped down some champagne, the need to be elegant gone with my now greater need for release.

Our friendly waiter appeared with our entrée, oysters’ au natural, he smiled evilly at me as he put our dishes down and again commented on me looking flushed, was the temperature too hot? Could he turn the air-conditioning up? It was then I knew who had control of my toy. The waiter! I was doubly mortified and could have disappeared into the floor. He left again and I just glared at him sitting there smugly grinding pepper onto his entrée. I commented that I really didn’t need any aphrodisiac and he replied that there is always a need for oysters. I couldn’t argue with that so while my clit was hungry to finish the job that had been started on it, my body was hungry for some nourishment. The oysters were perfect Sydney Rock Oysters, small and plump and juicy. I always loved the feeling of oysters sliding down my throat. While I fed myself with my left hand I reached under the table to stroke his upper thigh, hand tentatively coming to rest on his crotch. I moaned quietly upon feeling his hardness, this dinner was going to be very difficult to get through. Suddenly my toy started buzzing away again and he removed my hand from his leg and placed it on the table. I wiggled in my seat and went back to my entrée. Once again he slid a hand up my thigh and ran his fingernails along the softness above my stockings. His hands were so warm and that touch combined with the pressure building up on my clit was enough to push me to the edge once again. He asked if I was enjoying dinner so far, of course I was. Once again the buzzing toy stopped and I was left there hanging, getting more frustrated by the minute. He ordered me to undo the top buttons on my coat, revealing black lace covered cleavage. Our waiter came to collect our plates and made no effort to disguise his obvious appreciation for the view.

I had no idea how I was going to make it through the night, the humiliation of being shared in this way and the frustration of the sporadic buzzing against my clit was driving me slightly insane. Noticing my discomfort, he reached over and slid his hand inside the coat and grabbed a breast hard and asked if I wanted to leave? No, no, no. He released my breast and tweaked a nipple and said I was a good girl. I felt like throwing myself at his feet but decorum dictated otherwise. Ah, there it was again, buzz, buzz and buzz. Out came the main course and it appeared that our waiter was getting into the perverted act and had decided it would be fun to watch me squirm while he placed out meals in front of us. I struggled to maintain control, determined not to give him the pleasure of a response but my heart was racing and I clenched my fists in my lap. As he walked away I closed my eyes and exhaled and let waves of pleasure roll through me. The extra moments of the buzzing against my clit were enough to send me completely over. He held my hand with one of his as I undulated in my chair, the other one resting over my pussy adding pressure to the buzzing toy. The buzzing stopped and I breathed a sigh. It looked like I was to be allowed some peace to eat dinner, which looked fantastic. Kangaroo fillets with Shiraz jus for him and rainbow trout with an almond sauce for me. Yum!

We started on our dishes and it was a relief for me to concentrate on something besides my clit. While we ate, the buzzing would start and shut off again erratically, I never knew when that was going to happen but I was starting to become immune to it, a little bit anyway. His hand would occasionally slip beneath the table to slip a finger inside my panties and I was not able to ignore that quite so easily. Our meal finished and he told me that he’d dropped his napkin and could I retrieve it from under the table. I slipped off my chair under the table to find the napkin and was surprised to find it on his lap still. I grabbed it and gasped. During the course of the meal he had undone his fly and released his cock. I felt his hand on my head drawing me to his cock. The buzzing started again and I had no choice but to wrap my lips around his hardness. Yum! This was better than any dessert I could think of. The buzzing on my clit just increased the fervor with which I serviced his beautiful cock. I could hear him talking above me, it seemed dessert was served but as long as his hand rested on my head I wasn’t going to stop. I leaned forward and took his entire length into my mouth, tongue sliding underneath I moved my head back and forth. I tried to listen to the conversation going on above me but I couldn’t concentrate and then both of his hands came down and pulled me onto his cock, it took a second for my throat and breathing to re-adjust but I didn’t falter. I felt his hips move under the ministrations of my mouth and was sure he was close to blowing his load in my mouth. I increased my vigor hoping to taste him and I felt his grip on my hair tighten and he started pumping into my mouth, cum sliding down the back of my throat. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me off his cock. I heard him to tell me to get back up, so I did. The toy between my legs was completely forgotten in my desire to taste him but I now noticed that it was no longer switched on. I crawled back onto my chair and handed him the napkin. He was eating a pot of chocolate mousse and fed me a spoonful while telling me that he hoped my dessert was just as nice. I could only agree, still savouring the taste of his cum on my tongue. The waiter came back with coffee for us and he placed a small plate in front of me with a chocolate next to a remote control unit. I flushed furiously while sipping my coffee and he walked off. I was told to go to the toilets to remove my toy and I got up and hurried to the back of the restaurant.

Once in the toilets I pulled off my panties, removed the buzzer from between my lips and put my fingers inside my wet cunt. Both feet were against the toilet door as I fucked myself with my fingers. I hadn’t been told I could do this, but I needed some relief. I put three fingers inside my cunt while I thumbed my clit and moaned. I heard someone else enter the toilet and stifled my moans but never stopped fucking myself, I was so desperate to come again. Then there was a knock on the toilet door. I composed myself a bit and asked what was wrong. He was there telling me to open the door. I stood up quickly and opened the door. He walked in and pushed me against the cistern and grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth. He sucked on my middle finger and asked if I’d been fucking myself with my hand. I was embarrassed at being caught out and admitted what I’d been doing. He sat me down and pulled my legs up placing my feet either side of him against the back of the toilet door. The same position I’d been in previously except now he could look down and see my wet pussy. He told me to fuck myself for him and I resumed where I’d left off previously. It was more exciting now that he was watching and I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I plunged my fingers into my cunt. I heard him unzip his fly and I looked up to watch him start stroking his cock while I fucked myself. I begged him to fuck me but he ordered me to continue fucking myself and to watch him. I wanted him so much I wasn’t going to be taking my eyes off him.

We continued like that for a minute or two, watching each other fuck ourselves, then he ordered me to stand up on the toilet seat. I climbed up on the toilet, my pussy directly in line with his mouth. He put his arms around my butt and pulled me onto his mouth. As his tongue slipped between my lips and he lapped at my clit I came straight away, pushing myself onto his face as far as I could, pussy quivering around his tongue. He laughed and said that was quick. He turned me around and pulled me down into a squat, still on the toilet seat. From that position he entered me quickly, roughly. I grasped the cistern and moved up and down while he fucked me hard. I’d been waiting for this since the walk to the restaurant which now seemed such a long time ago. Hands reached around to grab my breasts, twisting my nipples hard while he pounded my pussy. I reached down with one hand to feel him sliding into me and I begged him to fuck me harder, faster. He was more than happy to comply and slammed into me harder and faster than I’d been fucked in awhile. I could care less now about the noise I was making and I screamed his name. Yes, fuck me, harder, harder. Once again I came, electricity shooting up and down my spine and I writhed on his cock. He kept pounding me and again and again my body went off into raptures. One last final hard thrust and I felt him shooting his cum into me again. The pulsing of it hitting my cervix felt fantastic. I leaned back against him exhausted and his arms wrapped around me while his cock shrank and slipped out of me. Our mingled juices dripped down my leg as he helped me down off the toilet. We kissed, surprisingly gentle considering the furious fucking we’d just done. He pulled my coat around me, kissed me and let himself out of the toilet leaving me to clean up, once again. After finishing I buttoned myself up again and walked out. He took me by the arm and we left the restaurant with some strange glances from the patron’s and a knowing wink from the waiter.

I wondered where we were going now, I knew that dinner was only the start of things to come and that he’d not yet finished with me. He smiled again and said next we were going to a party as he hailed a taxi. The taxi pulled up and we clambered into the back of it and I sank back into the seat glad of the chance to recompose myself, anticipation again welling up inside me as I wondered what kind of party it would be.