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On my knees, in a men's restroom, an 8" cock stuffing my hungry lips.
How did I get here? Let us backtrack a bit.
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It's my birthday. Well, not really. My birthday is in a couple days, and my boyfriend, Craig decided to take me out for a fancy dinner. He told me I needed to wear something sexy, but not too sexy. I figure he wanted to make other men sit up and take notice, but he didn't want their sitting up cocks to take my notice. ;)
So, I chose one of my favorite light green skirts. It fits snug on my hips, but flares out enough that a fast spin or high breeze would raise it to just below my ass. I chose a coordinating green and pink blouse, button up, with just enough buttons undone. During dinner, it would give a glimpse of cleavage, and promise more for later, while sometimes giving a peek at my pale pink and lacy bra. The matching lacy pink thong didn't do much for coverage, but it promised no panty-lines and added excitement when we were back home. I piled my hair up with a loose pin...sexy but not librarian stiff. To finish the outfit, I wore a pair of white, strappy, lace-up, cork heeled wedge sandals. As you know, I am only 5 foot barefoot, but this set of favorite shoes raised me up to 5 feet 5 inches...still shorter than Craig's 5 foot 11. A nice pale pink lip gloss, and I was ready to go.
I definitely got an appreciative head-to-toe and back to my cleavage approval from Craig as we headed out the door. When we got to the car, he gave me a quick kiss. When I pouted, he grinned, and said he didn't want to ruin my make-up so early in the evening. Okay, I guess I would have to accept that. Besides, his hand giving my ass a firm squeeze before his fingers trailed down between my ass cheeks and his devilish grin told me I wouldn't have to wait for too long after dinner before he would be doing a lot more than just kissing me.
On the way to the restaurant, we just made small talk, discussing the work week, and trying to decide which dessert I'd most like to try tonight. When I said I wouldn't mind skipping the dessert, and that I would rather have his creamy goodness instead, he squirmed a bit in his seat and grinned, telling me to just hold on to my appetite a bit longer. He really wanted to treat me to the perfect birthday dinner, and he hoped I would like the surprise along the way.
Well, if you know any women, you know that if you tell them you have a surprise for them, their mind will immediately start running all over the place, trying to figure out what that surprise might be. omg. Was he going to give me a ring?? You know, the big, blingy expensive kind that most women picture on their left hand? No. Hold on, Jaime. We had discussed the ring thing at another time. Neither one of us wanted that piece of paper and everything that came with blunt commitment. We were perfectly happy just living together. Okay. Maybe he was going to surprise me with plane tickets for the vacation we had been saying we needed to take one of these days....or...
"Ahem....." Craig was standing at my car door, waiting for me to exit the vehicle so we could go in to dinner. Whoops! lol I guess I would just have to wait and see what he had planned.
Once in the restaurant, I was happy to feel multiple sets of eyes on us as Craig led me to the table the hostess pointed out to us. I was feeling sexy, and Craig wasn't too shabby himself in a white shirt and grey slacks that only served to make me want to strip him right there.
Our waiter was at our table almost before I had a chance to sit in the chair Craig slid out for me. I caught his glance at my chest before he introduced himself as Phil, offered us the wine list, and I grinned, happy that we would be sticking with water tonight. This waiter might just pour the wine down my cleavage instead of into my glass. Not that I would argue, he was close to hot in that scruffy Gerard Butler kind of way. I let Craig order salads and the petite filet for both of us, and after the waiter pulled his gaze away from my chest and left to get our salads started, Craig grinned and nodded toward the retreating waiter, "I think he would rather have your tits for dinner, Jaime."
I blushed at his crass language and adjusted myself on my chair at the image of the waiter with his hands on my chest. I was used to his language, (and hell, my OWN vulgar language), but not much out in public. We knew we were sex maniacs. We both loved fucking and everything it involved, including filthy language, but that was in the bedroom. In public, we were both clean-cut office professionals and preferred to keep that image.
In response, I fluttered my eyelashes and whispered, "Only if you serve them on a platter for him, Honey." Craig laughed out loud and reached to squeeze my hand, "Tits aren't on the menu tonight, Babe, at least not for Phil." I grinned and slid my toe up his leg under the table, just as the waiter returned with a carafe of iced lemon water. Craig grabbed my ankle under the table and maneuvered the toe of my shoe over his crotch as the waiter leaned in a little too close to pour my water. Omg. Was that my imagination, or did the waiter just brush his crotch against my elbow??
Craig chuckled when Phil left again and leared at me over his glass. I figured he was enjoying my foot rubbing his growing bulge, but he said, "I saw that. The waiter just offered himself on a platter, Jaime! Do you want to see his cock?"
I spluttered into my own water and set it down quickly. Craig huffed in surprise as my shoe obviously connected with his bulge a little too forcefully. I squeaked, "Excuse me??"
Craig regained his composure and smiled slowly. "You heard me. Do you want to see his cock? Wait, don't answer me. He will be coming back soon with our salads. Put your hand at the side of the table, if he comes close enough, brush his crotch with your fingers."
Craig was staring heat into my eyes. He wasn't k**ding. Holy shit, he was not k**ding. He was giving me an order, and he KNEW I would be instantly turned on by the need to follow his command. What was he doing? Testing me? Was he giving me permission to flirt with the waiter? Hell, more than flirt?? I kept my mouth closed, as he commanded, my heart beating a rapid tune in my chest.
This was it. This was my surprise. I always wanted him to take over and use me like a toy. I wanted him to humiliate me, even a little, in public...show others how I was his sexual plaything. Tell me what to do and make me an obvious sexual object in others eyes. I knew he wouldn't offer me out, but he was giving me a chance to give this waiter, this Phil, a little fun.
Fuck. What could it hurt? It would only cause me to soak my panties, and maybe even serve to make Craig a little jealous (and rougher later) when he saw me touch another man. I casually laid my hand at the side of the table, three of my fingers resting over the edge.
It didn't take long before the waiter was headed back in our direction, with our salads. Geez...didn't he have any other tables to take care of? It wasn't like the restaurant was empty! Yes, he was definitely headed straight for our table again.
Strangely enough, he set Craig's salad down in front of him first, then paused to say something about our steaks. I really wasn't paying attention. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I was really trying to keep my fingers from giving the side of the table a death grip.
Did I just see the waiter glance at my hand? No. I took a deep breath. Now I'm being paranoid. He made his way around my side of the table and stood close, but this time not too close, as he set my salad in front of me. I was almost disappointed when he asked if we needed anything else......."or maybe a different salad dressing choice?"
Phil stepped closer to the table and, holy fuck, his crotch moved right up to my fingers. I didn't move. I couldn't think. I was supposed to move my fingers now. I quickly glanced at Craig and saw him barely nod. I swallowed hard and then raised my eyes to meet Phil's....slowly lifting my fingers to brush over his crotch (and obviously growing tent) as I asked in a slightly huskier than normal tone, "What are our other options?"
Phil sucked in his breath, but didn't move away from my fingers. In fact, he pressed in closer to my wandering fingers, lowered a menu to his side to block the view of my fingers from the rest of the room, and smiled. "Well, I was told ahead of time that it's your birthday, and I would like to offer you a special taste...."
omg. The waiter just asked me for a blow job. I blinked, but couldn't pull my fingers away from his crotch. He was definitely growing a very nice hard-on. I crossed and uncrossed my legs. Damn, I was turned on. I wanted this, but did Craig?? Oh yes.....Craig...Craig was sitting right next to me....while I felt up another man's crotch. Holy shit! I tried to be as casual as possible as I took my eyes away from Phil's gaze and smiled at my amazing boyfriend, licking my lips before asking, "What do you think, Craig? Do you want me to have a taste?"
Craig smiled, still searing heat into my eyes as he slid his warm palm up my other arm and replied, "Jaime, didn't you guess? I ordered you a taste before we ever arrived. Happy Birthday." In the split second it took me to let it all sink in, these thoughts raced through my mind...omg, Craig just told me to give another man a blowjob....omg the waiter was prepared for this before he ever got a peek at my tits...and as my fingers continued to massage through Phil's warming pants.....omg where can we go RIGHT NOW??
Phil smiled, took my exploring fingers into his own hand, as if to help me from my chair and asked if he could lead us both to another room. Craig stood up, pulled my chair out, stayed close behind me, and let me casually follow Phil's lead out of the main dining room and down a hallway. The whole time, I am sure my face was crimson red. I know my chest was already rising and falling at a faster rate as my body pulled in enough oxygen to supply my heightened sexual state. I imagined all the other patrons of the restaurant whispering about us as we passed...me blushing red, my hand still clasped by the waiter who was sporting an ever increasing bulge in his tightening pants...and all followed by my grinning boyfriend, his hand casually resting just over my ass to keep contact during the short journey.
The short journey to the men's restroom...omg. I was about to give a stranger a blowjob in a men's restroom. Damn, Craig knew me SO WELL! As we stepped into the room, Phil lead me over to the far corner where he leaned back against the wall and smiled, now obviously taking in the view of me from my heels, to my skirt, lingering over my breasts (where I was sure my nipples were causing their own scene) and glanced at Craig who was checking under the stalls before locking the door, "You said she would be the perfect blowjob. You didn't say I'd want to fuck her before you even sat down to dinner."
Craig laughed, "Take it easy, Phil.....blow job only, and only as long as Jaime wants it. Do you want it, Jaime?"
I somehow blushed even redder and nodded...then hesitated, "Wait. This seems awful sudden. How did you set this up?"
Craig and Phil grinned at me and then each other. Phil answered, "I've known Craig for awhile. We met at the gym, and I finally had enough of him bragging about the girlfriend who couldn't be fucked enough. The girlfriend who couldn't get enough cock. So I offered my cock, and Craig said he would arrange it if it seemed like you were interested. I am actually the owner here, not a waiter, and your steaks were never really ordered. It's really been all about you sucking my cock."
My pussy instantly soaked my thong, and again, my mind raced....NO wonder he had seemed like the most attentive waiter, ignoring everyone else and serving faster than I had ever seen. Okay, I was going to take advantage of this present.
I moved up close to Phil, only minorly noting that Craig perched himself on the edge of the sinks to watch. I avoiding offering a kiss, like I normally would have to Craig, and opted to go straight for his pants. I mean, that is what Phil ordered off my menu and what Craig was so generously gifting me for my birthday. A chance to suck another man's cock, no strings attached....except for possibly the most frantic, mind blowing fucking later back at our place. ;)
My fingers quickly got his pants open and slid them down his hips as I kneeled in front of him. I felt his hand go to the top of my head, and my hair was suddenly free of its pin. I gasped at the same time as Phil as his cock popped free. Obviously he had prepared for the scene, choosing to go commando. I leaned in and slowly licked up his inner thigh, feeling my cheek brush over his hard cock, hearing him hiss air in through his teeth. This was going to be too much fun!
I chanced a glance back at Craig, JUST to be absolutely SURE he wanted to do this. I don't know why I ever second guessed him. Craig already had his own cock in his hand. The anticipation, all day, must have been driving him crazy, and he obviously wasn't going to just sit back let us have all the fun.
I turned back to Phil and gave him my complete attention. He was standing with his legs spread, lowering himself to a better height in front of me. And he had actually taken some of my now loose hair in his hand and was slowly stroking his hard cock with a fist full. I grinned and leaned back in, letting the tip of my tongue swirl dangerously close to the base of his cock. He grunted and guided the back of my head with a firm hand, causing me to slide my tongue firmly from the base to the head of his dick.
MMmmmm. Damn. Fresh meat.
Phil whispered, "You are such a slut. Craig talked about how much you crave cock, but I wasn't expecting a cock whore like you!"
I heard Craig chuckle behind me when I moaned at Phil's words and sucked the first few inches of his shaft between my lips, raising my eyes to his and nodding as I took short firm pulls on his cock with my lips. Phil moaned and I felt him pump his hips toward me. I raised my hands to his thighs, caressing and then back to squeeze his ass as I pulled him deeper into my hot mouth, feeling his now 8" hard-on press into my cheek.
On my knees, in a men's restroom, an 8" cock stuffing my hungry lips....(remember that from the beginning?)
I was the slut I always wanted to be....that's how I got here.
The thought caused me to suck harder, one of my hands now wrapping around the base of his cock and stroking while I eagerly pulled him deeper, both of us moaning...his fingers wrapped in my hair, tugging me and pushing me back each time he took shallow pumps into my mouth. I took a deep breath and moved closer, feeling his cockhead bump the back of my throat, I gagged and coughed, only causing him to push harder, sliding into my throat, my nose to his pelvis.
Suddenly, I felt a second set of hands, my eyes tearing up as Phil stuffed my throat. Craig's hands roamed from behind my back and over to the front of my tits, pinching and massaging before letting one hand dip inside my skirt, and past my thong, shoving a finger up inside my sopping pussy.
FUCK! If I could have screamed in pleasure, I would have. Either way, I needed air again, and I wiggled my body, clenching on Craig's roaming fingers and feeling Phil's cock slide from my air passage. Phil groaned loudly and I moaned with my needed air, our voices bouncing off the restroom walls. Thank goodness for a long hallway from the main room!
I gasped and whimpered, Craig leaned up close behind me and bit my earlobe, "Is this what you wanted, Slut? To suck a stranger's cock while I fucked you? Well, you will have to wait for my cock for another time. I want you to cum on my fingers while you get him off."
That wasn't going to be a problem. I could feel Phil tensing up already as I continued to suck his dick. He started to thrust more quickly, and Craig timed his fingers in my pussy with Phil's thrusts. I gave up leading and just kept my mouth and tongue wide open for Phil's eager pumping. He gripped the back of my head and pumped into my throat as he could, using me as the cumbucket I knew I was. I suddenly shivered and rolled my hips over Craig's fingers. Moaning Phil pulled out, stroking the base of his cock, the head hitting my tongue and lips as I begged, "Please let me taste you, Phil! Cum for me!"
Phil suddenly thrust back into my mouth and groaned as his cock jumped and shot a hot load of cum directly at the back of my throat. I choked before gaining control and swallowed quickly, moaning loudly, and suddenly felt my whole body spasm around Craig's fucking fingers. I am sure my eyes rolled up into my head as I tried to concentrate on swallowing Phil's hot seed, my own body shuddering in orgasm.
Phil's cock pumping cum and my pussy soaking Craig's hand. Craig pulled his fingers out and cupped over my pussy, pressing against my clit with his palm, his fingers pressing up along my slit, holding me as I orgasmed in his arms.
I finally swallowed the last of Phil's gift and felt my body spasm in aftershock. Craig chuckled in my ear, and Phil pulled away, breathing heavily, leaning back against the wall.
We all chimed in unison, "Fuck, yes!"
I giggled and leaned back into Craig, watching Phil try to clean up the small mess left, and tuck himself back inside his pants.
Craig kissed my ear and helped me stand up. Phil grinned and reached out to wipe his thumb over my bottom lip, pressing it into my lips. "You missed a little."
We all laughed and I turned around to Craig, throwing my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Craig jerked slightly in my arms, hesitating at the taste of another man's cum on my lips, but then he seemed to shrug and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along mine.
I pulled away as he straightened my clothes again, and I tucked Craig's cock back in his pants, "Save this one for later. Thank you, Phil....we have to go now."
Phil laughed and waved us out the door. "Thank YOU and Happy Birthday, Jaime!"
Needless to say, it didn't take Craig and I very long to get home, and THAT'S another story..... ;)
On my knees, in a men's restroom, an 8" cock stuffing my hungry lips.
How did I get here? Let us backtrack a bit.
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It's my birthday. Well, not really. My birthday is in a couple days, and my boyfriend, Craig decided to take me out for a fancy dinner. He told me I needed to wear something sexy, but not too sexy. I figure he wanted to make other men sit up and take notice, but he didn't want their sitting up cocks to take my notice. ;)
So, I chose one of my favorite light green skirts. It fits snug on my hips, but flares out enough that a fast spin or high breeze would raise it to just below my ass. I chose a coordinating green and pink blouse, button up, with just enough buttons undone. During dinner, it would give a glimpse of cleavage, and promise more for later, while sometimes giving a peek at my pale pink and lacy bra. The matching lacy pink thong didn't do much for coverage, but it promised no panty-lines and added excitement when we were back home. I piled my hair up with a loose pin...sexy but not librarian stiff. To finish the outfit, I wore a pair of white, strappy, lace-up, cork heeled wedge sandals. As you know, I am only 5 foot barefoot, but this set of favorite shoes raised me up to 5 feet 5 inches...still shorter than Craig's 5 foot 11. A nice pale pink lip gloss, and I was ready to go.
I definitely got an appreciative head-to-toe and back to my cleavage approval from Craig as we headed out the door. When we got to the car, he gave me a quick kiss. When I pouted, he grinned, and said he didn't want to ruin my make-up so early in the evening. Okay, I guess I would have to accept that. Besides, his hand giving my ass a firm squeeze before his fingers trailed down between my ass cheeks and his devilish grin told me I wouldn't have to wait for too long after dinner before he would be doing a lot more than just kissing me.
On the way to the restaurant, we just made small talk, discussing the work week, and trying to decide which dessert I'd most like to try tonight. When I said I wouldn't mind skipping the dessert, and that I would rather have his creamy goodness instead, he squirmed a bit in his seat and grinned, telling me to just hold on to my appetite a bit longer. He really wanted to treat me to the perfect birthday dinner, and he hoped I would like the surprise along the way.
Well, if you know any women, you know that if you tell them you have a surprise for them, their mind will immediately start running all over the place, trying to figure out what that surprise might be. omg. Was he going to give me a ring?? You know, the big, blingy expensive kind that most women picture on their left hand? No. Hold on, Jaime. We had discussed the ring thing at another time. Neither one of us wanted that piece of paper and everything that came with blunt commitment. We were perfectly happy just living together. Okay. Maybe he was going to surprise me with plane tickets for the vacation we had been saying we needed to take one of these days....or...
"Ahem....." Craig was standing at my car door, waiting for me to exit the vehicle so we could go in to dinner. Whoops! lol I guess I would just have to wait and see what he had planned.
Once in the restaurant, I was happy to feel multiple sets of eyes on us as Craig led me to the table the hostess pointed out to us. I was feeling sexy, and Craig wasn't too shabby himself in a white shirt and grey slacks that only served to make me want to strip him right there.
Our waiter was at our table almost before I had a chance to sit in the chair Craig slid out for me. I caught his glance at my chest before he introduced himself as Phil, offered us the wine list, and I grinned, happy that we would be sticking with water tonight. This waiter might just pour the wine down my cleavage instead of into my glass. Not that I would argue, he was close to hot in that scruffy Gerard Butler kind of way. I let Craig order salads and the petite filet for both of us, and after the waiter pulled his gaze away from my chest and left to get our salads started, Craig grinned and nodded toward the retreating waiter, "I think he would rather have your tits for dinner, Jaime."
I blushed at his crass language and adjusted myself on my chair at the image of the waiter with his hands on my chest. I was used to his language, (and hell, my OWN vulgar language), but not much out in public. We knew we were sex maniacs. We both loved fucking and everything it involved, including filthy language, but that was in the bedroom. In public, we were both clean-cut office professionals and preferred to keep that image.
In response, I fluttered my eyelashes and whispered, "Only if you serve them on a platter for him, Honey." Craig laughed out loud and reached to squeeze my hand, "Tits aren't on the menu tonight, Babe, at least not for Phil." I grinned and slid my toe up his leg under the table, just as the waiter returned with a carafe of iced lemon water. Craig grabbed my ankle under the table and maneuvered the toe of my shoe over his crotch as the waiter leaned in a little too close to pour my water. Omg. Was that my imagination, or did the waiter just brush his crotch against my elbow??
Craig chuckled when Phil left again and leared at me over his glass. I figured he was enjoying my foot rubbing his growing bulge, but he said, "I saw that. The waiter just offered himself on a platter, Jaime! Do you want to see his cock?"
I spluttered into my own water and set it down quickly. Craig huffed in surprise as my shoe obviously connected with his bulge a little too forcefully. I squeaked, "Excuse me??"
Craig regained his composure and smiled slowly. "You heard me. Do you want to see his cock? Wait, don't answer me. He will be coming back soon with our salads. Put your hand at the side of the table, if he comes close enough, brush his crotch with your fingers."
Craig was staring heat into my eyes. He wasn't k**ding. Holy shit, he was not k**ding. He was giving me an order, and he KNEW I would be instantly turned on by the need to follow his command. What was he doing? Testing me? Was he giving me permission to flirt with the waiter? Hell, more than flirt?? I kept my mouth closed, as he commanded, my heart beating a rapid tune in my chest.
This was it. This was my surprise. I always wanted him to take over and use me like a toy. I wanted him to humiliate me, even a little, in public...show others how I was his sexual plaything. Tell me what to do and make me an obvious sexual object in others eyes. I knew he wouldn't offer me out, but he was giving me a chance to give this waiter, this Phil, a little fun.
Fuck. What could it hurt? It would only cause me to soak my panties, and maybe even serve to make Craig a little jealous (and rougher later) when he saw me touch another man. I casually laid my hand at the side of the table, three of my fingers resting over the edge.
It didn't take long before the waiter was headed back in our direction, with our salads. Geez...didn't he have any other tables to take care of? It wasn't like the restaurant was empty! Yes, he was definitely headed straight for our table again.
Strangely enough, he set Craig's salad down in front of him first, then paused to say something about our steaks. I really wasn't paying attention. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I was really trying to keep my fingers from giving the side of the table a death grip.
Did I just see the waiter glance at my hand? No. I took a deep breath. Now I'm being paranoid. He made his way around my side of the table and stood close, but this time not too close, as he set my salad in front of me. I was almost disappointed when he asked if we needed anything else......."or maybe a different salad dressing choice?"
Phil stepped closer to the table and, holy fuck, his crotch moved right up to my fingers. I didn't move. I couldn't think. I was supposed to move my fingers now. I quickly glanced at Craig and saw him barely nod. I swallowed hard and then raised my eyes to meet Phil's....slowly lifting my fingers to brush over his crotch (and obviously growing tent) as I asked in a slightly huskier than normal tone, "What are our other options?"
Phil sucked in his breath, but didn't move away from my fingers. In fact, he pressed in closer to my wandering fingers, lowered a menu to his side to block the view of my fingers from the rest of the room, and smiled. "Well, I was told ahead of time that it's your birthday, and I would like to offer you a special taste...."
omg. The waiter just asked me for a blow job. I blinked, but couldn't pull my fingers away from his crotch. He was definitely growing a very nice hard-on. I crossed and uncrossed my legs. Damn, I was turned on. I wanted this, but did Craig?? Oh yes.....Craig...Craig was sitting right next to me....while I felt up another man's crotch. Holy shit! I tried to be as casual as possible as I took my eyes away from Phil's gaze and smiled at my amazing boyfriend, licking my lips before asking, "What do you think, Craig? Do you want me to have a taste?"
Craig smiled, still searing heat into my eyes as he slid his warm palm up my other arm and replied, "Jaime, didn't you guess? I ordered you a taste before we ever arrived. Happy Birthday." In the split second it took me to let it all sink in, these thoughts raced through my mind...omg, Craig just told me to give another man a blowjob....omg the waiter was prepared for this before he ever got a peek at my tits...and as my fingers continued to massage through Phil's warming pants.....omg where can we go RIGHT NOW??
Phil smiled, took my exploring fingers into his own hand, as if to help me from my chair and asked if he could lead us both to another room. Craig stood up, pulled my chair out, stayed close behind me, and let me casually follow Phil's lead out of the main dining room and down a hallway. The whole time, I am sure my face was crimson red. I know my chest was already rising and falling at a faster rate as my body pulled in enough oxygen to supply my heightened sexual state. I imagined all the other patrons of the restaurant whispering about us as we passed...me blushing red, my hand still clasped by the waiter who was sporting an ever increasing bulge in his tightening pants...and all followed by my grinning boyfriend, his hand casually resting just over my ass to keep contact during the short journey.
The short journey to the men's restroom...omg. I was about to give a stranger a blowjob in a men's restroom. Damn, Craig knew me SO WELL! As we stepped into the room, Phil lead me over to the far corner where he leaned back against the wall and smiled, now obviously taking in the view of me from my heels, to my skirt, lingering over my breasts (where I was sure my nipples were causing their own scene) and glanced at Craig who was checking under the stalls before locking the door, "You said she would be the perfect blowjob. You didn't say I'd want to fuck her before you even sat down to dinner."
Craig laughed, "Take it easy, Phil.....blow job only, and only as long as Jaime wants it. Do you want it, Jaime?"
I somehow blushed even redder and nodded...then hesitated, "Wait. This seems awful sudden. How did you set this up?"
Craig and Phil grinned at me and then each other. Phil answered, "I've known Craig for awhile. We met at the gym, and I finally had enough of him bragging about the girlfriend who couldn't be fucked enough. The girlfriend who couldn't get enough cock. So I offered my cock, and Craig said he would arrange it if it seemed like you were interested. I am actually the owner here, not a waiter, and your steaks were never really ordered. It's really been all about you sucking my cock."
My pussy instantly soaked my thong, and again, my mind raced....NO wonder he had seemed like the most attentive waiter, ignoring everyone else and serving faster than I had ever seen. Okay, I was going to take advantage of this present.
I moved up close to Phil, only minorly noting that Craig perched himself on the edge of the sinks to watch. I avoiding offering a kiss, like I normally would have to Craig, and opted to go straight for his pants. I mean, that is what Phil ordered off my menu and what Craig was so generously gifting me for my birthday. A chance to suck another man's cock, no strings attached....except for possibly the most frantic, mind blowing fucking later back at our place. ;)
My fingers quickly got his pants open and slid them down his hips as I kneeled in front of him. I felt his hand go to the top of my head, and my hair was suddenly free of its pin. I gasped at the same time as Phil as his cock popped free. Obviously he had prepared for the scene, choosing to go commando. I leaned in and slowly licked up his inner thigh, feeling my cheek brush over his hard cock, hearing him hiss air in through his teeth. This was going to be too much fun!
I chanced a glance back at Craig, JUST to be absolutely SURE he wanted to do this. I don't know why I ever second guessed him. Craig already had his own cock in his hand. The anticipation, all day, must have been driving him crazy, and he obviously wasn't going to just sit back let us have all the fun.
I turned back to Phil and gave him my complete attention. He was standing with his legs spread, lowering himself to a better height in front of me. And he had actually taken some of my now loose hair in his hand and was slowly stroking his hard cock with a fist full. I grinned and leaned back in, letting the tip of my tongue swirl dangerously close to the base of his cock. He grunted and guided the back of my head with a firm hand, causing me to slide my tongue firmly from the base to the head of his dick.
MMmmmm. Damn. Fresh meat.
Phil whispered, "You are such a slut. Craig talked about how much you crave cock, but I wasn't expecting a cock whore like you!"
I heard Craig chuckle behind me when I moaned at Phil's words and sucked the first few inches of his shaft between my lips, raising my eyes to his and nodding as I took short firm pulls on his cock with my lips. Phil moaned and I felt him pump his hips toward me. I raised my hands to his thighs, caressing and then back to squeeze his ass as I pulled him deeper into my hot mouth, feeling his now 8" hard-on press into my cheek.
On my knees, in a men's restroom, an 8" cock stuffing my hungry lips....(remember that from the beginning?)
I was the slut I always wanted to be....that's how I got here.
The thought caused me to suck harder, one of my hands now wrapping around the base of his cock and stroking while I eagerly pulled him deeper, both of us moaning...his fingers wrapped in my hair, tugging me and pushing me back each time he took shallow pumps into my mouth. I took a deep breath and moved closer, feeling his cockhead bump the back of my throat, I gagged and coughed, only causing him to push harder, sliding into my throat, my nose to his pelvis.
Suddenly, I felt a second set of hands, my eyes tearing up as Phil stuffed my throat. Craig's hands roamed from behind my back and over to the front of my tits, pinching and massaging before letting one hand dip inside my skirt, and past my thong, shoving a finger up inside my sopping pussy.
FUCK! If I could have screamed in pleasure, I would have. Either way, I needed air again, and I wiggled my body, clenching on Craig's roaming fingers and feeling Phil's cock slide from my air passage. Phil groaned loudly and I moaned with my needed air, our voices bouncing off the restroom walls. Thank goodness for a long hallway from the main room!
I gasped and whimpered, Craig leaned up close behind me and bit my earlobe, "Is this what you wanted, Slut? To suck a stranger's cock while I fucked you? Well, you will have to wait for my cock for another time. I want you to cum on my fingers while you get him off."
That wasn't going to be a problem. I could feel Phil tensing up already as I continued to suck his dick. He started to thrust more quickly, and Craig timed his fingers in my pussy with Phil's thrusts. I gave up leading and just kept my mouth and tongue wide open for Phil's eager pumping. He gripped the back of my head and pumped into my throat as he could, using me as the cumbucket I knew I was. I suddenly shivered and rolled my hips over Craig's fingers. Moaning Phil pulled out, stroking the base of his cock, the head hitting my tongue and lips as I begged, "Please let me taste you, Phil! Cum for me!"
Phil suddenly thrust back into my mouth and groaned as his cock jumped and shot a hot load of cum directly at the back of my throat. I choked before gaining control and swallowed quickly, moaning loudly, and suddenly felt my whole body spasm around Craig's fucking fingers. I am sure my eyes rolled up into my head as I tried to concentrate on swallowing Phil's hot seed, my own body shuddering in orgasm.
Phil's cock pumping cum and my pussy soaking Craig's hand. Craig pulled his fingers out and cupped over my pussy, pressing against my clit with his palm, his fingers pressing up along my slit, holding me as I orgasmed in his arms.
I finally swallowed the last of Phil's gift and felt my body spasm in aftershock. Craig chuckled in my ear, and Phil pulled away, breathing heavily, leaning back against the wall.
We all chimed in unison, "Fuck, yes!"
I giggled and leaned back into Craig, watching Phil try to clean up the small mess left, and tuck himself back inside his pants.
Craig kissed my ear and helped me stand up. Phil grinned and reached out to wipe his thumb over my bottom lip, pressing it into my lips. "You missed a little."
We all laughed and I turned around to Craig, throwing my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Craig jerked slightly in my arms, hesitating at the taste of another man's cum on my lips, but then he seemed to shrug and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along mine.
I pulled away as he straightened my clothes again, and I tucked Craig's cock back in his pants, "Save this one for later. Thank you, Phil....we have to go now."
Phil laughed and waved us out the door. "Thank YOU and Happy Birthday, Jaime!"
Needless to say, it didn't take Craig and I very long to get home, and THAT'S another story..... ;)
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