He chuckled. She watched the play of emotion and guile crossing his dark chocolate eyes. She glanced at the other three couples, dressed in suits and evening wear. Mandy didn't have a date but had plenty of attention. Curly red hair; a transparent green dress allowing her nipples to show through. She stood as Beth and William entered; Beth saw the small triangle of firey hair above her pussy. No one else at the table was caught her eye, save for smudges of chocolate and cream here and there on faces and clothes. He returned her whisper as she studied the others around the table. "Can't you guess?"
Beth looked at his charcoal suit and mandarin collar white shirt. He looked edible to her. "You?" A shake of his head and a grin. "Mandy?" Again a negative reply. She looked around the table, not recognizing the other six men and women. A waitress brought salads, not even raising an eyebrow at her lack of attire. "Who?" Beth whispered insistently.
He finished a bite of the greens and sipped from a snifter of amber liquid. "Sandra, of course." Beth began to giggle like a schoolgirl. "I thought you would agree." Beth leaned against him between courses. She loved the feel of his muscle, the smell of his body. She had so many questions. The meal came and went in a haze of alcohol and post-orgasm bliss.
Just before desert Beth pulled his hand to her pussy and placed her hand on his groin. "Are you going to fuck me soon?"
"Yes." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "And I am going to tie you down to do it. On the hood of my car. In the parking lot outside." Each phrase made her pussy twitch and spasm. "And if you are good, there will be even more."
Beth turned her head to the side, watching as four waiters carried in a modified stretcher with a struggling form tied to it. The men set their burden down in the midst of the nine partiers. A candied apple was tied into Sandra's mouth, her body covered in chocolate, whipped cream, and cherries. A half banana peeked out of her cunny. William pulled it free gently and offered it to Beth. She gobbled it down in three bites, then dove in tongue first on a breast. Soon Sandra was clean and everyone but William was smudged with chocolate and cream. William wiped Beth's face with a handkerchief. Sandra was gasping for breath, Mandy was buried face first in Sandra's pussy and lapping up the juices like a woman dying of thirst. The other three pairs excused themselves, leaving Beth with William. Mandy had shifted, still sucking on Sandra's pussy but now astride the bound girl's face, taking pleasure from her mouth.
"Mandy," William waited for a grunt of acknowledgement, "make sure Sandra gets home to a bed tonight." Another positive grunt, punctuated by a squeal of pleasure from Sandra as Mandy nipped a sensitive spot. "I suggest you two go now." Mandy looked up and rolled off Sandra, who whimpered softly at the interruption of their tryst. Beth helped Mandy undo the shackles holding Sandra down. The thin girl's hair was horribly tousled and her legs were wobbly from orgasm but she was smiling. Mandy grabbed her coat and wrapped Sandra in it and led her out to a waiting cab. Beth saw them start kissing even as the cab was pulling away. William placed the coat over her shoulders. Beth didn't bother to close it up; the valet stared at her openly as another brought a black sports car up. William grasped her wrists, clipping the cuffs together, holding her arms above her head. He laid her back on the hood of the car, right there in the entryway. His hand freed the fastenings of his trousers while his mouth took hers in a fierce kiss.
Beth's breath fled at the suddenness of the action. He thrust into her wetness with a solid stroke, filling her up. She began to whimper and moan as another earth shaking orgasm began to build. She opened her eyes and saw people gathered around, watching. One valet was shamelessly stroking himself. A woman was fascinated with the scene, hand down her date's pants and moving rapidly. Others simply could not move, frozen in place blushing but unable to look away. Beth shuddered under their eyes, suddenly wanting them all to see her come, to see him fucking her on this car hood. William felt her thrusting her hips up to his and quickened his pace. "More… harder… more…" Beth panted out words as she struggled to reach an even higher climax. She looked at the crowd again. The valet was on his knees now, spurting onto the sidewalk. The woman who had been stroking her date was know bent over, watching her while he watched and stroked in and out. A half dozen other people were exposed, masturbating, kissing, and fondling. She looked up at William, seeing a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, sweat on his brow as he plowed into her. He was watching her face for something. Then he winked at her. And Beth's world exploded. She heard screams of pleasure; her own. Her body thrashed against his hold on her arms and his cock pinning her in place on the car hood. Then it faded to black as she passed out.
She came to in the soft leather seat, a seatbelt on, wrists clipped to a belt at her sides. She turned her head towards him as he drove.
"Ah, back with the living, beautiful?" His voice was melodic. She remembered feeling him jerk and spurt inside her as her orgasm gripped and rippled against his cock. "Where do you want me to take you, beautiful?"
Beth laughed. "Anyplace you are, sir. Anyplace you are."
William turned off the side road and drove into the cold evening, headed for the lakeshore and downtown.
