Sharing Dinner with a Friend

Candice couldn't remember what her life was like before she met Brandon. Every time they had a 'weekend meeting', it was a new experience. She always looked forward to a weekend of being used. He always knew just how far to go and he always seemed to know what she was feeling and needing.

Tonight, as was their routine, she checked into the hotel room he always reserved for them. He was not there, but she could smell his cologne in the air. She looked for the note that she knew would be on the desk. It read, "Tonight, my dear, we are going to enjoy a nice dinner. Wear your hair down the way you know I like it, and make sure to wear panties. I'll expect you in the lobby at 8 pm. Do not be late."

She checked her watch. 6:30. She'd better hurry. He would be angry if kept waiting and she wanted everything to be perfect. She was surprised that he requested that she wear panties, since normally he did not like her to do so; however, she smiled at the thought of showing them to him later. She knew what he liked and dressed to impress him.

After a hurried shower and shave, she quickly put on her makeup, letting her hair dry naturally, leaving it curly as he had instructed. She then slipped on her black lace demi cup bra, which left the top half of her breasts uncovered. Next, her pair of thin, see-through black panties, which hugged her ass to perfection. She added some dangling earrings and a necklace which happened to fall right into her cleavage. She looked in the mirror and smiled. He was going to be pleased, she hoped. She had achieved a rich summer tan and chose to go without stockings, instead applying lotion to her muscular legs to make them glow. Last, she stepped into her new skirt. It was black as well, and while it was tasteful, it was also sexy. It was knee length, but had a slit up the right thigh. She slipped on a very low cut satin camisole, dark green to bring out her eyes. She layered an expensive tailored black suit jacket on top to show just a hint of cleavage without being tacky. She slipped on three inch black heels, spritzed her perfume, and grabbed her purse to head out the door.

As soon as she walked into the lobby, she spotted him. He looked powerful and handsome in his suit and tie. Walking slowly so as not to trip, she headed for him. He looked her up and down, and finally said the words she had been wanting to hear, "You look wonderful sweetheart. I'm always amazed at how well you dress yourself for me."

She reached for his arm and they headed out to the car. On the way to the restaurant, he said, "We are going to be having company for dinner tonight."

"Who is it?", she asked.

He stared at her and replied, "Remember your place, my dear. No questions, just do as you're instructed." She quickly apologized and became quiet. Deep down, she was pondering what the night would hold.

At the restaurant, they were ushered into a quiet corner booth of the VIP section. Not ten minutes passed before the waiter returned with their drinks and another gentleman. "Mark", Brandon said, "it's good to see you." The two shook hands and Brandon invited him to sit on the other side of Candice, facing him.

Mark extended his hand to Candice, and Brandon explained to her, "Mark is the PR rep for the Houston branch of my company. He's in town meeting with clients and I invited him to join us tonight."

"It's nice to meet you" Mark said to her, "Brandon didn't mention that we would have such a lovely guest with him as well."

Mark couldn't help but notice that Brandon ordered for Candice, and that she didn't say anything during their conversations while waiting for the appetizer to arrive. He asked her a couple of questions about her job and Brandon intercepted them, answering for her. Finally, Mark laughingly inquired of Brandon, "do you ever let Candice speak?".

"She speaks only when I ask her questions or direct her to," Brandon replied.

Mark eyed Candice as she looked down, blushing slightly. "I see" he replied.

After a few drinks and some wonderful shrimp cocktail, the mood lightened as everyone relaxed due to the alcohol flowing freely.

Mark daringly asked Brandon how long he and Candice had been seeing each other, and had it not been for the drinking, he would've been shocked when Brandon answered, "Candice is not my girlfriend, she is only here to please me." Mark laughed hard at first, stopping abruptly when he realized that neither she nor Brandon seemed to find it funny. He let the issue drop, turning to conversations on business and politics during the salad. Candice remained silent. Brandon was pleasant and funny, but never looked in her direction.

After some time, Mark said, "maybe it's the scotch, but it sure is hot in here, isn't it?". Brandon agreed and, turning to Candice, asked if she was hot, remarking that she looked flushed. She was hot indeed, from his hand which had been creeping slowly up her thigh the entire time, but she simply answered that she was fine. Brandon and Mark took off their suit jackets, and Brandon then instructed Candice to remove hers as well. She immediately was embarassed because of the lowcut camisole and the way the satin clung to her body in the warm dining area, but she did as she was told.

Mark couldn't help but notice that Candice was indeed well-endowed when her jacket came off. She looked self-conscious enough, but it didn't help matters when Brandon caught Mark's appreciating glance and said, "do you like her full breasts? The look on your face seems to suggest so."

Mark admitted that he did notice, and told Brandon, "I apologize, I did not intend to ogle her right in front of you."

Brandon said, "No harm done, she obviously wanted attention from the way she is dressed. She must have worn a tiny bra, her breasts are almost spilling out the top of the shirt!"

Candice looked down, embarassed. She couldn't deny that she was enjoying Mark's attention, but didn't want to appear to be. After being exposed in such a small and thin shirt, she quickly caught a chill that the men did not notice in their long sleeved dress shirts. Mark, obviously feeling a dose of liquid courage, remarked to Brandon that she did indeed seem to enjoy being exposed, as her nipples were clearly visible through the green shirt. Brandon excused himself to go to the men's room, winking at Mark as he got up to leave. After he walked away, Mark scooted over in the booth, pressing his leg against Candice's and putting his arm around her. He whispered in her ear, telling her how sexy she looked and asking if she felt as though Brandon treated her badly.

She answered, "No, he treats me very well."

"Are you honestly telling me you enjoy his control over you?" he asked.

She looked down, whispering, "Yes, I do."

"Looks like you two are having fun," said Brandon, coming back to join them. He scooted into the booth, sandwiching Candice between the two of them. The waiter arrived with their food, and he was staring at Candice in disbelief, his obvious appreciation for her body showing by the bulge in his pants.

"It seems you find her attractive, don't you son?" Brandon asked him. The waiter blushed, and hurriedly gathered their salad plates and cleared them off the table.

"Don't worry kid, look all you want," Brandon said to him. He got in one more good eyeful before walking away. By this time, the men were feeling frisky, taking every opportunity to nudge, bump, and caress her under the table.

About the time dinner was finished, Brandon shocked Candice by asking Mark if he needed a place to stay for the night. "Actually, I just flew in before meeting you, and I don't have a hotel room yet," he said, looking at Candice. "As much of a pleasure as the meal has been with the two of you, I should probably go make arrangements of my own and leave you to your fun."

Brandon answered, "I asked that Mark, because Candice here would be happy to make sure you have a wonderful evening to get you energized for your meetings tomorrow."

Candice was shocked. What could Brandon possibly be expecting her to do? She would willingly obey anything he told her, but this? She could tell Mark was caught off guard as well.

"Are you serious?" he asked Brandon.

"She will do anything I instruct her to do, Mark, I assure you. We are not involved with one another, other than that she is my slut and nothing more."

Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was Brandon really offering Candice to him for the night? He had to admit, looking at her body, he certainly was feeling aroused at the thought of tearing her apart. "What is the catch?" he asked Brandon. There has to be a catch, he thought.

"Well, there are limits, Mark. We stay in our room. I do not leave her alone with you. She is my property and as such, I will be present at all times. She will bw bound by the same rules she has with me," Brandon explained.

Mark looked at Candice. She offered no protest, although she seemed terrified. "Is this ok with you?" he asked her.

Brandon interrupted, saying, "It does not matter if it is ok with her. She will do what she is told. If she resists, she will be punished. I have left many marks across her ass in the past, and she knows to expect the same tonight if she does not follow instructions, don't you darling?" Candice nodded. She trusted him and wanted nothing more than to please him, and she couldn't deny that her panties were getting wetter at the prospect of having Mark have his way with her.

Mark just couldn't believe it. "So you're saying that she's....mine to do with what I want?"

"Yes, although she is entirely my property, she is also yours for the night."

"What are these 'rules' she has with you that apply to me tonight as well? Tell me more."

"She is always to follow instruction. She is not to speak unless spoken to, although she may moan, scream, and make other sounds of pleasure unless I forbid her to. She cannot cum unless she is given the order that she may do so. She is to be treated like the whore that she is, meaning you may be rough and forceful with her, using her body in any way you choose. She will address you only as Sir. You will not at any time address her by her name, but you may call her a slut, a bitch, a tramp, or a cunt, whatever you wish." He paused. "Does this all sound ok to you?" he asked Mark.

Mark licked his lips involuntarily. He looked at Candice. "You are one sick bitch, aren't you?" he asked. She didn't respond.

Brandon reached over and forcefully squeezed her nipple. "I believe Mark asked you a question, didn't he dear?"

She winced and looked at Mark. "Yes, I am," she responded.

Mark looked at Brandon. "So she really does anything you tell her?"

"Watch this," Brandon replied. He looked at her. "Are your panties wet?" he asked. She nodded. "You've been enjoying this, haven't you whore?" She nodded again. "Tell me what you want tonight," he asked.

She spoke the first words of the night. "I want to be fucked and used by both of you until you are satisfied."

Brandon then told her, "you're going to prove it now. Take your panties off under the table for me." She did so, carefully trying to remove them without drawing attention from the other diners in the restaurant. "Show them to me," he said. She showed them to him. "No, hold them up and show them to both of us." She hesitated. "Do what I said," he commanded. "I want Mark and every diner in here to see them." She shamefully did so, holding them by the waistband and showing them the huge wet spot on the crotch where she had been leaking the entire dinner.

"Would you like...oh...I'm sorry...I'll come back." It was the waiter.

"No, son, no problem. What were you saying?" Brandon asked him. "I was um....asking if....um...you would like dessert," he stammered.

"Actually, I think this gentleman and I are going to be having this lovely woman's pussy here for dessert," Brandon said. The waiter's bulge returned. "Hand your soaked panties to Mark as a souvenir, my dear." She did so.

Brandon stepped out of the booth, touching the waiter by the elbow. "It looks like there are very few tables left with diners tonight." The waiter nodded. "Do you have a side room with a little more privacy and a break coming up?" he asked.

"Yes sir," the waiter said.

Brandon looked at Mark. "If you want proof of what a tramp she is, here you go." He looked at Candice. "My dear, slide out of the booth over here." She did so. "What's your name son?" he asked the waiter.

"Travis," the waiter replied. "Travis, I want you to take this slut here into that side room I referred to. You've been an excellent waiter and I'd like to give you a terrific tip. Why don't you leave the check with Mark and I to take care of while you're busy. Treat this bitch to a mouthful of cum. She's a great little cocksucker and it looks like you need it. Then you can bring her back and take our money, does that sound good to you?"

The waiter had finally relaxed, seeing that there was no need for apprehension when this woman wasn't going to say a word. He trusted Brandon's word. "Right this way ma'am," he said to Candice with a wink. She nervously followed him, trying not to wobble on her heels, feeling strangely excited. He walked her into a small supply room and shut the door.

"I've never met people as twisted as you and your men out there, but I'm definitely planning to enjoy this," he told her.

He pulled down his zipper, obviously feeling more confident as he looked at her and said, "on your knees you filthy slut." She obeyed. He freed a wonderfully young looking 8" cock. He didn't need any prelude, he was already standing at attention. "Get on with it bitch, I need to cum and get you back to your table," he told her.

She wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling his warmth. She put her other hand on his balls, massaging them. She began licking the shaft of his cock, enjoying his smell. She then slowly licked the head of his cock. She was beginning to enjoy this when, suddenly, he grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly shoved her head downward. "Suck my balls, and do it now!" he told her.

Nose buried, she began licking and flicking her tongue all around his balls, feeling them tense as she increased the intensity of her actions. "What a dirty slut you are, with a stranger's balls in your mouth," he told her. "Only a two bit hooker would do something that trashy. I bet you're so easy you'd suck any cock that was stuck in your face, wouldn't you? Here you were flashing your tits at me all night, acting like you didn't want the looks from others, and then I come back to see your wet panties on display."

He was ready for more. He pulled her mouth off of his balls and looked down at her, makeup smeared, wet lips, chest heaving. "Tell me what you want, you whore!"

She looked at him, enjoying this even though it was wrong and dirty, and said, "I want to suck your cock."

"What else do you want?"

"I want you to spray cum all over the back of my throat." Without another word, he pulled her mouth onto his cock. She began slurping and sucking his hard cock, feeling him push against her throat every time she went down on him. She was so hot. This was making her want to cum so bad, the combination of his hard dick in her mouth, the feeling of being used, and knowing that Mark and Brandon knew what she was doing and how everyone in that dining room would see the disheveled mess she had turned into.

Finally, he had had enough. "I told you I need to get back to work, you worthless cunt!" he growled at her. "I don't have time for this!" And with that, he grabbed her hair again and began fucking her face mercilessly, feeling the vibrations on his cock as she growled and moaned, loving every second of it.

"I'm about to cum in your mouth so you'd better get ready for it!" She was ready for it. She needed him to cum in her mouth. And cum he did. He unleashed an unbelievable amount down her throat, emptying his balls into her throat. She swallowed most of it, but there was more than she could handle, and it ran out of her mouth onto her throat, following the curve of her breast. He pulled out of her mouth before he was completely dry, and smeared it onto her chest. He zipped up his pants and stood up. He looked at her and said, "get off your knees and stand up." She did so. "We're going to walk back to that table and I want you to walk behind me, do you understand?" She nodded. "And don't you dare wipe my cum off of your neck and chest. I want everybody to know what you've been up to." She nodded.

He opened the door and walked out through the dining room. She followed him, hair wild, mascara and lipstick smeared, knowing what she must look like. She caught a couple of knowing looks from the men at the bar.

"So, I hope you enjoyed your tip," Brandon said to the waiter.

"Oh, yes sir, thank you very much for that," he replied.

Brandon looked at her. "It appears, my dear, that he had a little more cum than you could handle!" She nodded. He looked at Mark. "Well, do you believe what I said now?"

Mark stared at Candice, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Without saying a word, he stood up, and the two men escorted her out of the restaurant and up to the room.

Part II coming later--