Amber sat in her chair with a sultry attitude. Her hair was frazzled. She smelled of sex and sweat. Not 15 minutes before they had arrived, her and her guest had pulled over in a desolate spot off the highway and hopped out of the car for a quickie. After tasting him while he drove, she simply couldn't resist a quick romp. Tristan pulled over, got out of the car and ran over to the passenger door. After opening, he took her hand and pulled her out. Flipping her around, Tristan pushed Amber against the cold car and lifted her black dress. He slipped inside and thrust hard and fast. Clouds of mist erupted from their mouths as they moaned into the night's air. Amber's breasts rubbed up against the cold car and her nipples were tiny pebbles filled with pleasure and aching with sensitivity. She came with a cry and had to be held down to keep Tristan's cock inside of her. After she finally finished bucking, she turned and lowered herself. Using her mouth and her hand, Amber expertly sucked on Tristan's cock. With only a couple of strokes, hard and slow, his cock erupted inside of her mouth. She tried to catch it all but some drizzled out onto her hand. She moaned and licked her fingers.
As she drank her water, she caught the taste of him once again and smiled. Realizing she hadn't even glanced about the restaurant, Amber looked for her waiter, aching for a drink harder than water. Dark and romantic, the restaurant smelled of spices and was lit by candlelight. She looked into Tristan's eyes and winked, and found the waiter approaching behind him. Watching the way he moved, she couldn't help but be turned on again. Graceful even with his tall and strong figure, she couldn't stop staring once her eyes had discovered him.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked as he laid down two menus.
"Yes, I'll have a rum and coke." Amber had almost forgotten Tristan was there. "What are you going to have babe? Babe?"
Amber seemed in a daze as she stared into the waiter's blue eyes. "I need something hard to drink. Is there anything you can suggest?"
"Personally, I love our 'Nasty Bitch.' It has Tequila and Cointreau orange liqueur. Hit's like a heart attack."
"I'll have two." she said as she bent over the table lending a view of her large breasts. Seeming like he didn't even notice, he left quickly with a nod. Amber continued her stare as she watched his back move away.
"Shall I lend my napkin to you Amber?" Tristan said abruptly.
"Why?" she asked confused, her eyes finally drawn off the waiter.
"Because you're drooling. You couldn't take your eyes off him."
Amber laughed uncomfortably, "I'm sorry about that Tristan, he just was a very attractive man. I'll stop looking I swear. Now what do you want to eat?" She tried to change the subject but the aura of her wanting continued its hold.
Tristan leaned in over the table and whispered just enough so that she could hear, "Did you want to fuck him? Is your pussy wet right now Amber." Tristan's whispers were not those of jealousy, but arousal.
Leaning in and whispering back she said earnestly, "Yes my pussy's wet. And yes, I want him to fuck me. I don't know if I'm still turned on from our escapade or if it's just the night's air, but I can't help my cravings" As if on cue, the waiter returned with the drinks and asked if we were prepared to order. Tristan brushed him off and told him we needed a few more minutes.
After the waiter left, Tristan leaned back in over the table and with a glint in his eye whispered once more. "Amber, if you want to get fucked, go seduce him. But fuck him nearby. I want to follow and watch."
The thought of her seducing anyone other than Tristan was a mystery to Amber. But as the idea ran through her head, she found it more and more arousing. What would she say to grab his attention? How would he kiss, touch her, would he lick her pussy, if she'd suck his dick, how they'd fuck and in what positions, what his face would look like as he came? All of these thoughts and more raced through her mind and with the open invitation from Tristan and the idea of him watching her, she decided that this fantasy would come true. "I'll do it. But when you watch, don't get too close."
Amber stood up, downed one drink followed by the other, and made her way to the restroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she stared into her own eyes. Confused by guilt and arousal, she tried a smile. Amazingly, it was convincing. Her black dress was sultry and her makeup was in tact even after she had sucked Tristan's cock and fucked him. Reaching into her purse, she reapplied some red lipstick. With another forced smile, she left the restroom with her guilt and looked forward to her next meeting with the waiter.
Finding him at the bar, she walked slowly towards him. Her breaths and heart beat quickly seemed to echo in the tiny restaurant. The drinks had indeed hit like a heart attack, and the low lit restaurant suddenly blurred out of focus. All she could see was him, almost in spot light. He caught her glance as she approached and returned it. After what seemed ages of staring into one another's eyes, she finally reached him. Leaning into him, Amber pressed her breasts against his chest. The restaurant was noisy so it seemed like just another attempt to get an order in.
"I want to give you a tip for those drinks you suggested. Come with me." she whispered into his opposing ear, crossing his body with hers. She licked his lobe and let her hand lower to stroke his cock. Finding it hard, she looked into his eyes; smiled and turned around. Before she began her walk, she backed into him, letting her ass stroke his length. With a groan and then a sigh of dismay as she left him, the waiter began to follow Amber.
The cold air slapped her in the face and it melded with rampant anxiety. She looked back over her shoulder to make certain he was following. Amber also checked to see if Tristan was behind her as well. Neither were there. Standing for a few moments, she couldn't help but wonder if her antics hadn't worked. What if he didn't come? How embarrassing would that be? Would they leave the restaurant, or stay and eat? It had been difficult to get the reservations, but would she be able to face the waiter if he did not come out? How was she going to face him even if he did come out? Regret streamed through her and she turned towards their car in fear.
"Where are you going?" said the waiter as he grabbed Amber's arm. "Come on." Grabbing Amber by the hand, he led her around the building and past a dumpster. There lie a dark alley between the back of the restaurant and another large building. Both sides were blocked by dumpsters so nobody could see. Amber couldn't have asked for a more perfect hiding spot. After walking midway down the alley, the waiter pushed her against the wall and pulled her top down. "I want to see these tits you've been throwing in my face." Amber had no bra on and her breasts lit only by the moon, felt a hot breath. He cupped and licked the nipples, biting fiercely after hard sucks. "The second I saw you inside, I knew that you'd be a good little slut. But I have to say you have incredible tits." He went back to tasting them and worked his way up her chest to her neck. Sucking and biting, he left hickies on both sides. He was rough and uncaring how she reacted. He treated her as an object, nothing more.
Turning his back to the wall, Amber pushed onto her tip toes and forced her tongue into his mouth. He kissed back with one hand on the back of her head, forcing her into him and the other moved to her ass; grabbing hard. After a few seconds of kissing, it seemed he was bored and pushed her down onto her knees. "You're going to suck my dick, do you understand me slut?" he said as he unbuckled his belt. All Amber could do was nod and whimper. The cement was cold and hard, but she couldn't keep her eyes off his hands as he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. For a second Amber looked at it in admiration. It wasn't especially long, but thick. She wondered how she was going to be able to wrap her mouth around it.
She didn't wonder for long, as one hand braced on her shoulder and the other cupped her head and forced her mouth onto him. Amber immediately noticed the smell and taste was different as she lapped her tongue up and down his shaft. He was hard as a rock and tasted of salt and musk. Amber took the head of this man's cock into her mouth. Realizing she didn't even know his name, she pushed deeper onto him. The width stretched her mouth. Normally she easily slid over the head of Tristan's cock, but she struggled with this one. Pushing deeper still, she found it much easier after she had passed the massive head. He groaned with every inch she took. After about five or six inches of this thick beast she found the base of him. The cock touched the back of her throat and somehow she enjoyed the feeling.
"I'm surprised you can take my whole cock, little slut of mine. Most bitches can only get the head down." The waiter grabbed a fistful of hair and began fucking her mouth with vigor. The wetness streamed from her lips and down her chin and she had to hold his legs to brace herself. She moaned each time he thrust into her, loving the lack of control. Sighing, he reached down and picked her up. Pushing her face against the cold concrete of the restaurant, she looked down the alley. A dark figure stood there watching them. She knew it was Tristan. The figure had his hand down his pants and was stroking himself. There was no turning back now, but somehow she imagined Tristan smiling, coaxing her onward.
