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I stood there on her porch wearing my best blazer and slacks fresh from the cleaners, real shoes instead of tennies, and a nice long sleeved dress shirt. I even had my hair cut the day before to make sure I looked as groomed as possible. I had never been to a Mexican wedding before so I wasn't sure exactly how to dress, but I wanted to make sure Chanticleer wasn't ashamed of me, and suffer the consequences. I also didn't realize that they had weddings in the evening... I'd never been to an evening wedding. I wore the new watch I'd bought that somehow magically connected with some exact timepiece in Fort Collins, Colorado to make sure that I always had the correct time. I'd found out the hard way that punctuality was very important to Chanticleer and, prior to this relationship, that had never been one of my fortes. I was now watching my digital timepiece march toward 8:00pm. 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, I knocked on the door and it opened immediately. She must have been standing behind it checking her own watch.
She looked great. She had once told me her age which would currently make her about 38 years old, but she looked at least eight years younger. Her raven black hair was long and framed a beautiful thin face with deep-set brown eyes. Chanticleer had high cheekbones, a small upturned nose and a wide, full-lipped mouth currently hiding her porcelain teeth. Her makeup was perfect with a pale aqua eye shadow, dark long lashes, and a pale pink lipstick. All this blended stunningly with her natural tan Spanish complexion. She was wearing something that I assumed was like a traditional Mexican dress. It was all a thin white cotton material which was sheer enough, with light behind, to see the outline of her body. The low-scooped neckline which was laced with small pink embroidered flowers seemed to accent the swell of her exquisite breasts. She must have been braless (and really didn't need one), because I could dimly see the darkness of her large areolas and the blunt tips of her nipples through the material. Chanticleer was about my height, 5'10", but must have been wearing flat shoes because normally she was taller than me with any kind of heels, but this evening we were eye to eye.
"Nice to see you could make it on time, Puto," she greeted me.
"I always try to be punctual for you, Mistress."
"Perhaps my last remediation had the desired effect," she observed.
"Absolutely," I agreed, "I still have some reminders of that."
"Good, you deserved worse. Where's your tie, Puto?"
"I don't own one," I replied.
I didn't see it coming, so it was a good thing that her knee grazed my thigh before hitting my groin. It hurt, but I'm sure it would have hurt much more if she'd have made a direct connect.
"Then you should have bought one, it's a sign of respect. I'll add that to your infraction list," she snarled.
She stepped out, turned and closed the front door behind her.
"We need to go now," she said over her shoulder.
I hurried down the sidewalk to my car and opened the passenger door. She regally strolled down the walk and I noticed that the hem of her dress was almost to the ground; it swung back and forth with each step. She gathered up her skirt, gracefully seated herself and, not even looking at me, gave a slight nod, my signal to close her door.
I hurried to the driver's side and got in myself, then asked her where we were going.
"Do you know where the Taste of Naples Restaurant is over on Pine?" She asked.
"Yeah, sure, just north of Third Street, is that where we're going?" Thinking that that was a strange place to have a wedding, let alone a Mexican wedding, but perhaps that explained the lateness... or, I thought, maybe we were just going to the reception. Although I'd never been there, "The Taste", as it was locally known, had the reputation of being one of the finest restaurants in town.
"Of course, estupido, why else would I ask?"
I knew better than to reply and just started driving in that direction.
* * *
As we entered the restaurant, an elderly fellow in a suit and tie hurried over and gave Chanticleer a slight bow.
"Welcome, Señorita Chanticleer, I have the table you picked out all prepared. Would you like to be seated now?"
"That would be nice, Luis, thank you."
Luis led us across the crowded dining room to a small two-person booth in a rear corner. It was very nice. It had carved wooden panels on each side separating it from adjoining diners and the china and crystal place settings were arranged on a floor length red velvet tablecloth. Very classy, and, I'm sure, very pricey. I was confused now about the wedding... where was it and how did dinner fit into all this? Surely the wedding wouldn't be after dinner at ten o'clock or so. We both slid into the booth, across from one another, and ordered cocktails.
When our drinks arrived, Chanticleer held out her glass in a toast. I clinked my glass with hers and she said "To the wedding," and we both drank.
"Where is the wedding?" I asked looking around.
"Right here," she replied.
"I don't see anybody that looks like they belong to a wedding party."
"That's because you are so estúpido, everyone is here already. The wedding I'm talking about is between the two of us, it's the marriage of my Mexican cock to your maricón mouth and it's going to take place right here at this table, but first we're going to have a little rehearsal... you know that all proper weddings have a practice session."
I must have given her a curious look, because she continued, "In a few minutes, I'm going to accidentally drop my fork and that's your cue to search for it under the table. That's when the wedding rehearsal will take place."
Oh, my God, I thought, she actually wants me to suck her dick under the table in the best restaurant in town with dozens of people around... this can't be happening. She's probably just teasing, I'll just tell her I won't do it.
"And just in case you're thinking of disobeying, let me remind you of the hundreds of photos and many hours of videotape we've made which could accidentally end up on the internet or, perhaps, 'YouTube' for a little while before they took them down."
Shit! She's not k**ding, went through my mind as I looked frantically around the room. Fortunately, the booth she arranged for us was somewhat secluded, there were only about four tables in our line of sight, and there was that long velvet tablecloth that would hide the view of me under there. Maybe this wouldn't be so terrible after all, humiliating, but not gruesome.
At that moment Chanticleer held up her fork, waved it in my face, and with an evil smile reached under the table. In a raised voice she said, with some sarcasm, "Oops, I dropped my fork, would you please pick it up for me, darling?"
I quickly glanced around and nobody seemed to be paying the slightest attention, so I slid to my knees and ducked under the table. The restaurant was dimly lit anyway, and under the table, it was just plain dark. Luckily, Chanticleer's white dress showed up pretty well and acted as a guide to my target. Chanticleer reached under the table with both hands and pulled up her skirt to reveal herself. She was wearing no underwear and her pubic area was clean-shaven. I maneuvered myself into position between her legs with her lovely crotch only inches from my face. As my eyes got used to the dark, I could see her semi-flaccid penis hanging over her ball sack. My mistress has a thick uncircumcised seven-inch cock that is almost the perfect size for sucking. It fits snugly in my mouth and partially down my throat, but not far enough that it activates my gag reflex. I stared at it in the dim light as it awoke and started bobbing up and down as it expanded. I could barely make out the outline of the small tattoo on her lower tummy, a stylized fighting rooster with one bladed foot pointing at Chanticleer's penis. This was the Mexican cock called Chanticleer, the source of her adopted pseudonym. I felt Chanticleer's hand caressing my face until she came to my ear where she firmly dug her long fingernail into the lobe... it hurt like hell.
"You Pendejo, what are you waiting for? Let the rehearsal commence. Get your faggot mouth around my pene and start sucking."
I immediately wrapped my lips around her penis and started working my tongue around the head and under the foreskin. Her cock was erect in seconds fully filling my mouth with warm throbbing flesh... I barely had room to move my tongue around and she apparently realized that and pulled her dick out far enough that I could massage the head with my lips and tongue. After a couple of minutes of oral massage, she began squirming and shifting her buttocks around on the leather seat, and I could tell she was getting very aroused.
"Would Madame care for another cocktail?" a male voice asked from above me.
"Yes, please."
"And the gentleman?"
"He's having one now."
"I'm sorry?" the waiter sounded confused.
"He's having his cocktail under the table, but, yes, you can bring him another drink."
I continued sucking while I wondered what the waiter made of that exchange.
I felt a slap on the top of my head.
"Get your ass up here, Puta. I don't want the ceremony over too soon."
It was more difficult to get up than down and as I regained my seat, I noticed an older, elegant looking woman at nearby table watching me. She made some comment to her handsome male companion and he too looked me over. They had a whispered conversation, glanced at me again and went back to their cocktails.
"That was a pretty feeble performance, slut," My Mistress said.
"Sorry, Ms. Chanticleer, I'll try and do better next time."
"You're damn right you will, and that next time will be in a few minutes. The wedding will commence soon."
Oh, my God, I thought, I can't do that again without being discovered, they'll throw us out of here... maybe even call the police. I said nothing.
A few minutes later a young waiter appeared, gave me an inquisitive look and asked if we'd like to order dinner.
"Yes, but I'll be the only one ordering," she nodded toward me and added, "my slut will be dining elsewhere."
Now the waiter couldn't resist a smarmy glance at me as he responded, "As you wish," and took Chanticleer's order.
Soon we were attracting a lot of attention from the wait staff. Seemed like everyone working that night had to drift by the table to examine us. Several offered water refills or asked if everything was okay, but all had to get a look at "the slut" and his Mistress. I was terribly humiliated, which seemed to have been the Mistress's plan all along.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Puto?" she asked. I nodded my head yes.
"Just so you know, your meal has already arrived and is ready to eat... it's warmed, spiced, tender and hanging between my legs. As soon as my dinner arrives, you'll be going down below for the ceremony and wedding feast and I want to make sure that we both have multi-course meals and leave fully satiated. As to the order of presentation, we'll start with appetizers, I'm having steamed mussels and you'll be having steaming ass. I'll be sliding forward a little on the seat so you'll be able to get your useless tongue well inside my beautiful butthole. Next, I'll be having a taste of gelato to cleanse my palate and you'll cleanse my nether regions with your tongue. Start from my ass giving special attention to my taint, and then carefully massage each ball inside your slutty mouth giving them a good bathing, and finish by cleansing every millimeter of my beautiful shaft. For the main course, I'll be dining on their wonderful Osso Bucco while you'll be having my Filet of Chanticleer. It is very important to me that we finish our feast at the same time. Therefore, I want you to work hard at your duties, but just in case you get ahead of me, I'm going to give you a little tap on the head. That will mean that you need to stop what you're doing and just hold my dick in your mouth for a while. When I want you to get busy again I'll give you another tap."
I was sure Chanticleer was instructing me in a tone loud enough to be heard by other diners and had to hope they weren't paying particular attention.
Mistress reached across the table and grabbed my face with her strong hand. "Do you thoroughly understand your role, my little bridal bitch boy?" she asked in a firmer voice. "Remember what happened the last time you displeased me? It will be much worse." I did remember the beating well and how long the marks had remained on my body.
"Please don't make me do it," I almost whispered.
She had glanced away, but her head immediately swung around, "What?" she demanded loudly.
"Please don't make me do that here... it's so humiliating and I'm sure something bad will happen." I was almost begging.
"Nonsense, you silly faggot, that's all been taken care of... but If you no longer wish to be my pet, that's fine too; I have plenty of other dogs in the kennel who would love to have your spot. Leave. Get up now and walk out... but never, ever, call me again."
Now tears came to my eyes. I couldn't leave. I couldn't walk out. She was the only excitement in my otherwise dull existence. I loved her, worshiped her, and knew my life would never be the same without her.
"No, No... please, Mistress, I'll do whatever you wish, I'm just frightened is all."
"Well, then, you better get ready because I see my first course headed this way."
I looked around and, sure enough, saw a waiter headed in our direction. I also noticed the couple across the way watching us intently.
"Mussels for the lady," he said as he set them down in front of her. "Can I get anything for the gentleman," he asked, not even looking at me. I guess he had figured out who was making the decisions.
"He's going to have a muscle, too. But he'll be eating mine." She announced with a wicked chuckle.
"As you wish, Madame," he replied and, without a glance at me, backed away.
"Get to work, slut," Mistress ordered.
I started to slide under the table and as I did I looked briefly around the room to see who was witnessing my humiliation and saw the beautiful, elegant woman and her handsome male companion staring at me. They were chatting with each other while watching me and she gestured at me with her fork and said something to her friend. They both laughed and continued to observe while I maneuvered myself to the floor. In the darkness I worked my way between the Mistress's legs and watched as she slid her bottom right out to the edge of the seat. She lifted her skirt and I scooted forward on my knees to get my face in position. Even in her posture, it was very difficult for me to reach her ass, I could lick and kiss her cheeks and crack, but it was very difficult to stretch my tongue out far enough to reach her anus. She slid forward some more, until her rear was just dangling on the edge, but still, because of the angle, I was able to only slightly penetrate her rosebud with my tongue. I worked my tongue frantically, but knew she would be disappointed and I would suffer for it later.
"Peach gelato to cleanse your palate, Madame," I heard a voice above me say to the sound of something being set on the table. "Is everything to your satisfaction?"
"No, actually things are not going very well, but it has nothing to do with your efforts or the food. It's an issue I'm going to have to address later with strong measures."
Uh oh! I thought. I hoped that didn't mean the single tail, remembering that it was what left the marks last time around.
With renewed effort, I started licking and sucking on her cheeks and inner thighs working my way toward her perineum. Chanticleer started shifting her ass slightly around on the seat, so I knew I was doing better and started massaging her taint with my tongue. I knew that was a sensitive area for her and her movements increased. She had her skirt gathered up on her lap, but now reached down and dropped it over my head. Even though it was a light cotton material, it immediately became much warmer and more humid under her dress. Then I noticed the increased odors... it was the smell of pure sex- perfume, mixed with body odor, enhanced by sweat and permeated by the pungent yet exciting aroma emanating from her prick. I was now working my way up and around her granite hard penis, licking, massaging, wrapping my mouth around it sideways and occasionally taking gentle nips as she had taught me. I felt a wet drop on my cheek and, after a moment, realized it was a dribble of pre-cum from my Mistress. I immediately moved up to the head and found it oozing pre-cum with a small stream running down the underside. I quickly captured it all with my lips and tongue, rolled it around then swallowed. It was delicious, sweet and creamy with a gooey texture that coated my mouth and throat.
"And here's your Osso Bucco, Madame. Would you care for any ground pepper?"
"No, thank you"
That was my cue to get to work in earnest and I grasped her shaft with one hand and began working the still sheathed head of her cock with my tongue. I used my tongue between her swollen head and the foreskin working my way all the way around and as deep as I could go. I knew she was enjoying herself by her wiggling on the seat and the copious pre-cum she was leaking. Suddenly it seemed to be getting lighter in my little den. I could barely see through the thin dress material, however, it was definitely getting much brighter. Suddenly I realized that the tablecloth was being raised like the curtain in a theater and as it went up, I could see more and more of the dining room and they, obviously, could see much more of me.
Oh, God, NO! I mentally screamed. Not this, Mistress, Please not this, as I realized that she must be pulling up the tablecloth from the top exposing my actions to the whole restaurant. Up and up it went, but, luckily, as it reached the top, there was only one table with a good view, that of the couple that had been watching me earlier. I could barely see them, but they seemed to have stopped eating and were both staring at me. Just then, I got a sharp smack on the side of my head and Mistress growled, "You had best get busy down there."
I turned back to her crotch, pulled her foreskin down with my other hand and began sliding my mouth up and down on her cock while keeping my tongue busy on the underside of her engorged knob. As she had taught me, I was varying the suction, collapsing and expanding my mouth around her dick and condensing my throat muscles as if I was swallowing to give her dick some additional stimulation on the down stroke. At the top of the stroke, I would work my tongue in and out of her pee-hole and try to shove it in the slit as far as I could.
I had my eyes closed to concentrate on my task when I felt something graze against the back of my head and got a bone-jarring smack on the side of my skull. I stopped my ministrations, just holding her dick gently in my mouth and opened my eyes. As soon as I did, I knew there had been another increase in brightness, still in shadows, but even lighter than it was before. Mistress's skirt had brushed my neck as she gathered it back onto her lap thereby totally exposing me to anyone who could see under the table. I turned my head slightly while still keeping Chanticleer's cock in my mouth to attempt to get a glance at the room. The other couple was done dining and had swung around in their chairs to watch us. I couldn't believe that they had not complained to management or confronted my Mistress until I noticed that the male had a cellphone pointed at us and appeared to be taking pictures.
I saw a pair of men's shoes approach the table. "A thousand pardons, Ms. Chanticleer, but this was not part of our agreement." I heard a voice say. It sounded like the Manager, Luis, who had seated us.
"You silly faggot, of course it was, and I paid you in advance for the privilege." Mistress was plainly angry at the interruption.
"But...but...I didn't know it would be like this... I mean out in the open and everything."
Mistress was obviously losing her patience and it came through in her voice. "Listen, you estúpido, it's not 'out in the open', it's a private show which only your staff and a few other people can observe, which was exactly what I told you would happen."
"I am dreadfully sorry, but I cannot permit this, the owner would fire me if he found out."
"And what would the owner do if he found out about the money you've been embezzling to pay me to abuse you and let you suck my cock?" Mistress questioned in a loud enough voice to attract the attention of several nearby patrons.
"Dios mio! Don't even whisper those things, Madame. Please, please, proceed, I'm sorry I interrupted. Please perdona me." He groveled and backed away.
The slap on the back of my head jarred me back to my duties and I began sucking and mouth massaging Mistress's dick with all the intensity I could muster. My knees were aching, my back sore and my tongue tiring, but I reached my hands up and worked them around to her bare butt and pulled her forward on the lounge seat just enough to get her entire cock in my mouth and throat. She was thrusting back and forth enough on the seat that her balls were swinging and banging against my chin and her pelvis was flattening my nose on her lunges. Her pace was getting faster and I could feel her cock pulsing in my mouth. I knew from experience that she would climax any second and, just as that thought crossed my mind, she reached under the table, grabbed the back of my head with both hands, and made three deep frantic thrusts with my face held tight against her body. I suddenly felt a jet of warm cum splash down my throat and she pulled back slightly and filled my mouth with the next burst. Then, wrapping her hands in my hair, she pulled my head away from her dick and sprayed the next three gushes of semen all over my face. The first hit me high on my head partly in my hair and some on my forehead, the next landed mostly on my forehead and immediately ran down into my left eye, the third targeted my nose and right cheek. Mistress always came in copious amounts, however, this was more than usual and my face was now drenched in warm milky ejaculate.
Chanticleer jerked my head forward and I immediately opened my mouth and engulfed her now diminishing prick. She pumped three more lessening spurts into my waiting orifice and I swallowed them down as if they were nectar. I lovingly held her shrinking cock in my mouth for several minutes before she pulled one hand away from my head and I received another sharp rap to my skull. It was a rude awakening as I had been floating along in my own sensual sub-space and had momentarily lost all sense of time or place.
"Get your sorry ass up here, fuckface!" she ordered and yanked my hair sideways with one hand.
I had a hard time maneuvering around so I could crawl back up to my place at the booth. As I tried, I started to grab the edge of the tablecloth so I could wipe some of the cum off my face and heard my Mistress snarl, "Don't you dare wipe off any of your wedding gift."
NO, NO, NO, I thought, this is too much...I cannot do this. I've never been so discussed with my lewd conduct. But as these thoughts were going through my mind, I was moving the tablecloth aside, rising from the floor and trying to regain my seat. I scrambled up and sat down again across from my Mistress. I could feel her cream slithering down my face with one gob dangling on my chin for a moment before dripping onto my shirtfront. One eye felt like it was glued shut with her effluence and I was afraid to try and open it. Squinting furtively around the room I could see that several diners had paused in their meals and were looking in our direction... then I heard the sound of soft clapping. I whipped my head around toward the sound flinging semen like slobber from a dog's jowls and saw the well-dressed couple both applauding gently. They rose and walked toward our table, I couldn't imagine what was going on, but knew I had never felt more exposed.
"Thank you, my dear. That was a wonderful performance," The woman said. "Someday we'll have to see if George here can do as well."
Yes, indeed," said the gentleman, "It was much better than anticipated. We got several nice photos and a lengthy video. You'll find a nice tip in the envelope."
He gently smiled at me and took a tan envelope from his breast pocket which he laid it on the table in front of my Mistress carefully avoiding the recently deposited goo. He then took his companions arm and strolled toward the exit.
"I hope we might arrange to do this again soon," She called back. "and perhaps next time we could add a female participant."
Mistress acknowledged with an amiable wave and I watched as she opened the envelope and thumbed through ten crisp hundred-dollar bills. She smiled and put them back in the envelope. That money, added to the three hundred dollars I was paying, must have made for a pleasingly lucrative evening.
The waiter approached our table, made a slight bow and said, "The manager has taken care of your bill Ms. Chanticleer. Thank you for joining us this evening and I hope everything was satisfactory."
Just then I felt some of Mistress's sperm, softened by my body heat, slide down my nose and dangle in a glob at the tip, the waiter must have noticed it too because he shifted his gaze to me just as the clump dislodged itself and made it's seemingly slow motion descent to the fancy tablecloth. He gave me a withering look, took one-step back from the table, bowed again, and left.
As I looked around the dining room, I could see that several other diners were sneaking looks at our table and I realized that, although public humiliation was not unusual during my relationship with Mistress Chanticleer, I had never felt so debased, so shamed, so embarrassed... this was the absolute height of my degradation.
My dick was hard as a rock.
She looked great. She had once told me her age which would currently make her about 38 years old, but she looked at least eight years younger. Her raven black hair was long and framed a beautiful thin face with deep-set brown eyes. Chanticleer had high cheekbones, a small upturned nose and a wide, full-lipped mouth currently hiding her porcelain teeth. Her makeup was perfect with a pale aqua eye shadow, dark long lashes, and a pale pink lipstick. All this blended stunningly with her natural tan Spanish complexion. She was wearing something that I assumed was like a traditional Mexican dress. It was all a thin white cotton material which was sheer enough, with light behind, to see the outline of her body. The low-scooped neckline which was laced with small pink embroidered flowers seemed to accent the swell of her exquisite breasts. She must have been braless (and really didn't need one), because I could dimly see the darkness of her large areolas and the blunt tips of her nipples through the material. Chanticleer was about my height, 5'10", but must have been wearing flat shoes because normally she was taller than me with any kind of heels, but this evening we were eye to eye.
"Nice to see you could make it on time, Puto," she greeted me.
"I always try to be punctual for you, Mistress."
"Perhaps my last remediation had the desired effect," she observed.
"Absolutely," I agreed, "I still have some reminders of that."
"Good, you deserved worse. Where's your tie, Puto?"
"I don't own one," I replied.
I didn't see it coming, so it was a good thing that her knee grazed my thigh before hitting my groin. It hurt, but I'm sure it would have hurt much more if she'd have made a direct connect.
"Then you should have bought one, it's a sign of respect. I'll add that to your infraction list," she snarled.
She stepped out, turned and closed the front door behind her.
"We need to go now," she said over her shoulder.
I hurried down the sidewalk to my car and opened the passenger door. She regally strolled down the walk and I noticed that the hem of her dress was almost to the ground; it swung back and forth with each step. She gathered up her skirt, gracefully seated herself and, not even looking at me, gave a slight nod, my signal to close her door.
I hurried to the driver's side and got in myself, then asked her where we were going.
"Do you know where the Taste of Naples Restaurant is over on Pine?" She asked.
"Yeah, sure, just north of Third Street, is that where we're going?" Thinking that that was a strange place to have a wedding, let alone a Mexican wedding, but perhaps that explained the lateness... or, I thought, maybe we were just going to the reception. Although I'd never been there, "The Taste", as it was locally known, had the reputation of being one of the finest restaurants in town.
"Of course, estupido, why else would I ask?"
I knew better than to reply and just started driving in that direction.
* * *
As we entered the restaurant, an elderly fellow in a suit and tie hurried over and gave Chanticleer a slight bow.
"Welcome, Señorita Chanticleer, I have the table you picked out all prepared. Would you like to be seated now?"
"That would be nice, Luis, thank you."
Luis led us across the crowded dining room to a small two-person booth in a rear corner. It was very nice. It had carved wooden panels on each side separating it from adjoining diners and the china and crystal place settings were arranged on a floor length red velvet tablecloth. Very classy, and, I'm sure, very pricey. I was confused now about the wedding... where was it and how did dinner fit into all this? Surely the wedding wouldn't be after dinner at ten o'clock or so. We both slid into the booth, across from one another, and ordered cocktails.
When our drinks arrived, Chanticleer held out her glass in a toast. I clinked my glass with hers and she said "To the wedding," and we both drank.
"Where is the wedding?" I asked looking around.
"Right here," she replied.
"I don't see anybody that looks like they belong to a wedding party."
"That's because you are so estúpido, everyone is here already. The wedding I'm talking about is between the two of us, it's the marriage of my Mexican cock to your maricón mouth and it's going to take place right here at this table, but first we're going to have a little rehearsal... you know that all proper weddings have a practice session."
I must have given her a curious look, because she continued, "In a few minutes, I'm going to accidentally drop my fork and that's your cue to search for it under the table. That's when the wedding rehearsal will take place."
Oh, my God, I thought, she actually wants me to suck her dick under the table in the best restaurant in town with dozens of people around... this can't be happening. She's probably just teasing, I'll just tell her I won't do it.
"And just in case you're thinking of disobeying, let me remind you of the hundreds of photos and many hours of videotape we've made which could accidentally end up on the internet or, perhaps, 'YouTube' for a little while before they took them down."
Shit! She's not k**ding, went through my mind as I looked frantically around the room. Fortunately, the booth she arranged for us was somewhat secluded, there were only about four tables in our line of sight, and there was that long velvet tablecloth that would hide the view of me under there. Maybe this wouldn't be so terrible after all, humiliating, but not gruesome.
At that moment Chanticleer held up her fork, waved it in my face, and with an evil smile reached under the table. In a raised voice she said, with some sarcasm, "Oops, I dropped my fork, would you please pick it up for me, darling?"
I quickly glanced around and nobody seemed to be paying the slightest attention, so I slid to my knees and ducked under the table. The restaurant was dimly lit anyway, and under the table, it was just plain dark. Luckily, Chanticleer's white dress showed up pretty well and acted as a guide to my target. Chanticleer reached under the table with both hands and pulled up her skirt to reveal herself. She was wearing no underwear and her pubic area was clean-shaven. I maneuvered myself into position between her legs with her lovely crotch only inches from my face. As my eyes got used to the dark, I could see her semi-flaccid penis hanging over her ball sack. My mistress has a thick uncircumcised seven-inch cock that is almost the perfect size for sucking. It fits snugly in my mouth and partially down my throat, but not far enough that it activates my gag reflex. I stared at it in the dim light as it awoke and started bobbing up and down as it expanded. I could barely make out the outline of the small tattoo on her lower tummy, a stylized fighting rooster with one bladed foot pointing at Chanticleer's penis. This was the Mexican cock called Chanticleer, the source of her adopted pseudonym. I felt Chanticleer's hand caressing my face until she came to my ear where she firmly dug her long fingernail into the lobe... it hurt like hell.
"You Pendejo, what are you waiting for? Let the rehearsal commence. Get your faggot mouth around my pene and start sucking."
I immediately wrapped my lips around her penis and started working my tongue around the head and under the foreskin. Her cock was erect in seconds fully filling my mouth with warm throbbing flesh... I barely had room to move my tongue around and she apparently realized that and pulled her dick out far enough that I could massage the head with my lips and tongue. After a couple of minutes of oral massage, she began squirming and shifting her buttocks around on the leather seat, and I could tell she was getting very aroused.
"Would Madame care for another cocktail?" a male voice asked from above me.
"Yes, please."
"And the gentleman?"
"He's having one now."
"I'm sorry?" the waiter sounded confused.
"He's having his cocktail under the table, but, yes, you can bring him another drink."
I continued sucking while I wondered what the waiter made of that exchange.
I felt a slap on the top of my head.
"Get your ass up here, Puta. I don't want the ceremony over too soon."
It was more difficult to get up than down and as I regained my seat, I noticed an older, elegant looking woman at nearby table watching me. She made some comment to her handsome male companion and he too looked me over. They had a whispered conversation, glanced at me again and went back to their cocktails.
"That was a pretty feeble performance, slut," My Mistress said.
"Sorry, Ms. Chanticleer, I'll try and do better next time."
"You're damn right you will, and that next time will be in a few minutes. The wedding will commence soon."
Oh, my God, I thought, I can't do that again without being discovered, they'll throw us out of here... maybe even call the police. I said nothing.
A few minutes later a young waiter appeared, gave me an inquisitive look and asked if we'd like to order dinner.
"Yes, but I'll be the only one ordering," she nodded toward me and added, "my slut will be dining elsewhere."
Now the waiter couldn't resist a smarmy glance at me as he responded, "As you wish," and took Chanticleer's order.
Soon we were attracting a lot of attention from the wait staff. Seemed like everyone working that night had to drift by the table to examine us. Several offered water refills or asked if everything was okay, but all had to get a look at "the slut" and his Mistress. I was terribly humiliated, which seemed to have been the Mistress's plan all along.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Puto?" she asked. I nodded my head yes.
"Just so you know, your meal has already arrived and is ready to eat... it's warmed, spiced, tender and hanging between my legs. As soon as my dinner arrives, you'll be going down below for the ceremony and wedding feast and I want to make sure that we both have multi-course meals and leave fully satiated. As to the order of presentation, we'll start with appetizers, I'm having steamed mussels and you'll be having steaming ass. I'll be sliding forward a little on the seat so you'll be able to get your useless tongue well inside my beautiful butthole. Next, I'll be having a taste of gelato to cleanse my palate and you'll cleanse my nether regions with your tongue. Start from my ass giving special attention to my taint, and then carefully massage each ball inside your slutty mouth giving them a good bathing, and finish by cleansing every millimeter of my beautiful shaft. For the main course, I'll be dining on their wonderful Osso Bucco while you'll be having my Filet of Chanticleer. It is very important to me that we finish our feast at the same time. Therefore, I want you to work hard at your duties, but just in case you get ahead of me, I'm going to give you a little tap on the head. That will mean that you need to stop what you're doing and just hold my dick in your mouth for a while. When I want you to get busy again I'll give you another tap."
I was sure Chanticleer was instructing me in a tone loud enough to be heard by other diners and had to hope they weren't paying particular attention.
Mistress reached across the table and grabbed my face with her strong hand. "Do you thoroughly understand your role, my little bridal bitch boy?" she asked in a firmer voice. "Remember what happened the last time you displeased me? It will be much worse." I did remember the beating well and how long the marks had remained on my body.
"Please don't make me do it," I almost whispered.
She had glanced away, but her head immediately swung around, "What?" she demanded loudly.
"Please don't make me do that here... it's so humiliating and I'm sure something bad will happen." I was almost begging.
"Nonsense, you silly faggot, that's all been taken care of... but If you no longer wish to be my pet, that's fine too; I have plenty of other dogs in the kennel who would love to have your spot. Leave. Get up now and walk out... but never, ever, call me again."
Now tears came to my eyes. I couldn't leave. I couldn't walk out. She was the only excitement in my otherwise dull existence. I loved her, worshiped her, and knew my life would never be the same without her.
"No, No... please, Mistress, I'll do whatever you wish, I'm just frightened is all."
"Well, then, you better get ready because I see my first course headed this way."
I looked around and, sure enough, saw a waiter headed in our direction. I also noticed the couple across the way watching us intently.
"Mussels for the lady," he said as he set them down in front of her. "Can I get anything for the gentleman," he asked, not even looking at me. I guess he had figured out who was making the decisions.
"He's going to have a muscle, too. But he'll be eating mine." She announced with a wicked chuckle.
"As you wish, Madame," he replied and, without a glance at me, backed away.
"Get to work, slut," Mistress ordered.
I started to slide under the table and as I did I looked briefly around the room to see who was witnessing my humiliation and saw the beautiful, elegant woman and her handsome male companion staring at me. They were chatting with each other while watching me and she gestured at me with her fork and said something to her friend. They both laughed and continued to observe while I maneuvered myself to the floor. In the darkness I worked my way between the Mistress's legs and watched as she slid her bottom right out to the edge of the seat. She lifted her skirt and I scooted forward on my knees to get my face in position. Even in her posture, it was very difficult for me to reach her ass, I could lick and kiss her cheeks and crack, but it was very difficult to stretch my tongue out far enough to reach her anus. She slid forward some more, until her rear was just dangling on the edge, but still, because of the angle, I was able to only slightly penetrate her rosebud with my tongue. I worked my tongue frantically, but knew she would be disappointed and I would suffer for it later.
"Peach gelato to cleanse your palate, Madame," I heard a voice above me say to the sound of something being set on the table. "Is everything to your satisfaction?"
"No, actually things are not going very well, but it has nothing to do with your efforts or the food. It's an issue I'm going to have to address later with strong measures."
Uh oh! I thought. I hoped that didn't mean the single tail, remembering that it was what left the marks last time around.
With renewed effort, I started licking and sucking on her cheeks and inner thighs working my way toward her perineum. Chanticleer started shifting her ass slightly around on the seat, so I knew I was doing better and started massaging her taint with my tongue. I knew that was a sensitive area for her and her movements increased. She had her skirt gathered up on her lap, but now reached down and dropped it over my head. Even though it was a light cotton material, it immediately became much warmer and more humid under her dress. Then I noticed the increased odors... it was the smell of pure sex- perfume, mixed with body odor, enhanced by sweat and permeated by the pungent yet exciting aroma emanating from her prick. I was now working my way up and around her granite hard penis, licking, massaging, wrapping my mouth around it sideways and occasionally taking gentle nips as she had taught me. I felt a wet drop on my cheek and, after a moment, realized it was a dribble of pre-cum from my Mistress. I immediately moved up to the head and found it oozing pre-cum with a small stream running down the underside. I quickly captured it all with my lips and tongue, rolled it around then swallowed. It was delicious, sweet and creamy with a gooey texture that coated my mouth and throat.
"And here's your Osso Bucco, Madame. Would you care for any ground pepper?"
"No, thank you"
That was my cue to get to work in earnest and I grasped her shaft with one hand and began working the still sheathed head of her cock with my tongue. I used my tongue between her swollen head and the foreskin working my way all the way around and as deep as I could go. I knew she was enjoying herself by her wiggling on the seat and the copious pre-cum she was leaking. Suddenly it seemed to be getting lighter in my little den. I could barely see through the thin dress material, however, it was definitely getting much brighter. Suddenly I realized that the tablecloth was being raised like the curtain in a theater and as it went up, I could see more and more of the dining room and they, obviously, could see much more of me.
Oh, God, NO! I mentally screamed. Not this, Mistress, Please not this, as I realized that she must be pulling up the tablecloth from the top exposing my actions to the whole restaurant. Up and up it went, but, luckily, as it reached the top, there was only one table with a good view, that of the couple that had been watching me earlier. I could barely see them, but they seemed to have stopped eating and were both staring at me. Just then, I got a sharp smack on the side of my head and Mistress growled, "You had best get busy down there."
I turned back to her crotch, pulled her foreskin down with my other hand and began sliding my mouth up and down on her cock while keeping my tongue busy on the underside of her engorged knob. As she had taught me, I was varying the suction, collapsing and expanding my mouth around her dick and condensing my throat muscles as if I was swallowing to give her dick some additional stimulation on the down stroke. At the top of the stroke, I would work my tongue in and out of her pee-hole and try to shove it in the slit as far as I could.
I had my eyes closed to concentrate on my task when I felt something graze against the back of my head and got a bone-jarring smack on the side of my skull. I stopped my ministrations, just holding her dick gently in my mouth and opened my eyes. As soon as I did, I knew there had been another increase in brightness, still in shadows, but even lighter than it was before. Mistress's skirt had brushed my neck as she gathered it back onto her lap thereby totally exposing me to anyone who could see under the table. I turned my head slightly while still keeping Chanticleer's cock in my mouth to attempt to get a glance at the room. The other couple was done dining and had swung around in their chairs to watch us. I couldn't believe that they had not complained to management or confronted my Mistress until I noticed that the male had a cellphone pointed at us and appeared to be taking pictures.
I saw a pair of men's shoes approach the table. "A thousand pardons, Ms. Chanticleer, but this was not part of our agreement." I heard a voice say. It sounded like the Manager, Luis, who had seated us.
"You silly faggot, of course it was, and I paid you in advance for the privilege." Mistress was plainly angry at the interruption.
"But...but...I didn't know it would be like this... I mean out in the open and everything."
Mistress was obviously losing her patience and it came through in her voice. "Listen, you estúpido, it's not 'out in the open', it's a private show which only your staff and a few other people can observe, which was exactly what I told you would happen."
"I am dreadfully sorry, but I cannot permit this, the owner would fire me if he found out."
"And what would the owner do if he found out about the money you've been embezzling to pay me to abuse you and let you suck my cock?" Mistress questioned in a loud enough voice to attract the attention of several nearby patrons.
"Dios mio! Don't even whisper those things, Madame. Please, please, proceed, I'm sorry I interrupted. Please perdona me." He groveled and backed away.
The slap on the back of my head jarred me back to my duties and I began sucking and mouth massaging Mistress's dick with all the intensity I could muster. My knees were aching, my back sore and my tongue tiring, but I reached my hands up and worked them around to her bare butt and pulled her forward on the lounge seat just enough to get her entire cock in my mouth and throat. She was thrusting back and forth enough on the seat that her balls were swinging and banging against my chin and her pelvis was flattening my nose on her lunges. Her pace was getting faster and I could feel her cock pulsing in my mouth. I knew from experience that she would climax any second and, just as that thought crossed my mind, she reached under the table, grabbed the back of my head with both hands, and made three deep frantic thrusts with my face held tight against her body. I suddenly felt a jet of warm cum splash down my throat and she pulled back slightly and filled my mouth with the next burst. Then, wrapping her hands in my hair, she pulled my head away from her dick and sprayed the next three gushes of semen all over my face. The first hit me high on my head partly in my hair and some on my forehead, the next landed mostly on my forehead and immediately ran down into my left eye, the third targeted my nose and right cheek. Mistress always came in copious amounts, however, this was more than usual and my face was now drenched in warm milky ejaculate.
Chanticleer jerked my head forward and I immediately opened my mouth and engulfed her now diminishing prick. She pumped three more lessening spurts into my waiting orifice and I swallowed them down as if they were nectar. I lovingly held her shrinking cock in my mouth for several minutes before she pulled one hand away from my head and I received another sharp rap to my skull. It was a rude awakening as I had been floating along in my own sensual sub-space and had momentarily lost all sense of time or place.
"Get your sorry ass up here, fuckface!" she ordered and yanked my hair sideways with one hand.
I had a hard time maneuvering around so I could crawl back up to my place at the booth. As I tried, I started to grab the edge of the tablecloth so I could wipe some of the cum off my face and heard my Mistress snarl, "Don't you dare wipe off any of your wedding gift."
NO, NO, NO, I thought, this is too much...I cannot do this. I've never been so discussed with my lewd conduct. But as these thoughts were going through my mind, I was moving the tablecloth aside, rising from the floor and trying to regain my seat. I scrambled up and sat down again across from my Mistress. I could feel her cream slithering down my face with one gob dangling on my chin for a moment before dripping onto my shirtfront. One eye felt like it was glued shut with her effluence and I was afraid to try and open it. Squinting furtively around the room I could see that several diners had paused in their meals and were looking in our direction... then I heard the sound of soft clapping. I whipped my head around toward the sound flinging semen like slobber from a dog's jowls and saw the well-dressed couple both applauding gently. They rose and walked toward our table, I couldn't imagine what was going on, but knew I had never felt more exposed.
"Thank you, my dear. That was a wonderful performance," The woman said. "Someday we'll have to see if George here can do as well."
Yes, indeed," said the gentleman, "It was much better than anticipated. We got several nice photos and a lengthy video. You'll find a nice tip in the envelope."
He gently smiled at me and took a tan envelope from his breast pocket which he laid it on the table in front of my Mistress carefully avoiding the recently deposited goo. He then took his companions arm and strolled toward the exit.
"I hope we might arrange to do this again soon," She called back. "and perhaps next time we could add a female participant."
Mistress acknowledged with an amiable wave and I watched as she opened the envelope and thumbed through ten crisp hundred-dollar bills. She smiled and put them back in the envelope. That money, added to the three hundred dollars I was paying, must have made for a pleasingly lucrative evening.
The waiter approached our table, made a slight bow and said, "The manager has taken care of your bill Ms. Chanticleer. Thank you for joining us this evening and I hope everything was satisfactory."
Just then I felt some of Mistress's sperm, softened by my body heat, slide down my nose and dangle in a glob at the tip, the waiter must have noticed it too because he shifted his gaze to me just as the clump dislodged itself and made it's seemingly slow motion descent to the fancy tablecloth. He gave me a withering look, took one-step back from the table, bowed again, and left.
As I looked around the dining room, I could see that several other diners were sneaking looks at our table and I realized that, although public humiliation was not unusual during my relationship with Mistress Chanticleer, I had never felt so debased, so shamed, so embarrassed... this was the absolute height of my degradation.
My dick was hard as a rock.
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