Stud Uses the Sexy Waitress
Tony Carter - Day Seven
I slipped my cock back into my jeans, savoring that wonderful blowjob my girlfriend, Jenny, gave me. I loved using the preacher's black-haired daughter. Her braided hair swayed as she sat up in the passenger seat of my mom's sedan I had borrowed for the night.
I should freely use someone else's car. A nice one. I'd have to think about that. I had this idea of finding a trophy wife and using her for money. That would be a lot of fun. Jenny licked her ruby lips, gathering up the cum on them.
"Mmm, Dad loves this restaurant," Jenny said. We were at Clarence's Steakhouse. A fancy place that served the best steaks in the city.
I smiled at her and stepped out of the car. A valet in a red vest handed me a slip before stepping inside. I moved around the car and opened Jenny's door. She slipped out in a pink dress that looked great on her. She wore her hair in a French plait instead of her normal pigtails, and a butterfly clip with some costume jewelry in it accented her black tresses. I loved the white thigh-high stockings cladding her legs. I knew she had no panties on beneath nor a bra. Her pink heels finished her outfit. I was just in a pair of blue jeans and a button-down shirt.
"Shall we?" I asked, offering my date my arm.
Jenny took it, snuggling up to me, beaming. We would have a great date night.
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Jenny Bishop
I quivered with excitement as I headed in on my boyfriend's arm. It was just so amazing to be here with him. He could use any girl in the world as his girlfriend—any woman—and he wanted me.
Me!
I would be his wife.
I couldn't wait.
His cum trickled out of my pussy as we headed inside. I shuddered at the wild beat in my heart. This was just such an amazing moment. I was so ready for anything that would happen. My head was looking about, eager to drink in all the sights.
We went through the front doors with lacy curtains to a little waiting area with padded benches. A bar was to the right where a few elegantly dressed men and women waited for their seats. The maître d' was up front behind the podium. He glanced at us, smiling politely.
"I don't have a reservation," Tony said, "but I want to use this restaurant to dine in tonight."
"Of course, sir," said the maître d' without any hesitation. He understood just how important Tony was. He could use anything. "Let's see... You are on a date... Yes, yes, you may have this table. I am sure they will understand why they've been bumped."
"I'm sure," said Tony. "Have all your waitresses assemble. I need to pick the one to serve us."
A tremble rushed through me. Which one would he choose? I was so eager for this as the maître d' said, "At once, sir."
He pulled aside one of the waitresses and whispered in her ear. The brunette glanced at Tony and nodded before darting off. I trembled as the maître d' put on such a warm smile as we waited. Soon, the waitresses appeared. They all wore black slacks or skirts with white blouses and black bow ties. Seven of them stood before us. Two brunettes, a blonde, two with black hair, a Hispanic cutie, and a Black hottie.
"Strip naked," Tony told the waitresses. "I want to use you. In fact, new dress code. Waitresses at this restaurant will only wear heels, thigh-highs, and bow ties about the neck. If you don't have heels or thigh-highs tonight, you can wear shoes and socks, but every other shift, that's how I want you to be used."
"Yes, sir," the waitresses all said and began to strip.
It was so exciting to watch the seven women, all in their twenties, getting naked. They took off their bow ties and undid their blouses. People glanced over, the sight of seven young women stripping was not a common sight. I was glad that Tony was using them that way.
Their bras appeared. They had a mix of them, from sports bras to frilly things. Those came off. Their tits ranged from B's to D's, all nicely shaped. Perky or plump, nipples hard. Tony nodded. I shuddered beside him as they took off skirts and socks. Only two girls—a blonde and one of the brunettes—had thigh-highs on, and none had heels. Just flats.
They drew off their panties, revealing a mix of shaved twats and landing strips. None had full bushes. The blonde even had a clit piercing plus both her nipples were pieced. A few had some naughty tattoos. They all stood there naked in a few moments, breasts rising and falling.
"Jenny, pick the one with the tightest ass and the tastiest pussy to serve us and be used by us," Tony said.
He left it to me?
Well, of course, he would trust me with this decision. I was to be his wife. It was important for me to pick the best girls to be used by him. It was such an honor I was being given. I trembled with delight as I moved toward the girls. I stared at their tits before moving behind them to inspect their tushes.
The Hispanic girl had a great ass. Nice and plump. So slappable. The blonde did, too. One of the brunettes had a perky rump that I wanted to knead. The other four asses just didn't compare, so they were out of the running.
I cupped the brunette's shaved pussy from behind and thrust my fingers into her cunt. She whimpered as I let her juices soak my digits. I pulled them out and thrust them into my mouth. I groaned, savoring the flavor of her cunt. It was a lovely delight.
"Mmm," I purred, nodding my head in agreement at her spicy delight.
I moved to the blonde. I ran my finger up her pussy lips. She shuddered as I did that. I brushed her pierced clit. She was fun, but I wasn't sure about her bling, and her ass wasn't as great as the brunette's and the Hispanic hottie's. I tasted her pussy. A nice, tart flavor, but...
The Hispanic did have the best ass. I moved to her and cupped her cunt. I rubbed my palm up and down her folds. She was shaved utterly with nice, round tits and a wonderful, golden-brown hue to her skin. I thrust my fingers into her twat, soaking in her honey.
And honey was the right word because when I licked her fingers, she was sweet.
"This one," I said. "What's your name?"
"Esmeralda Nunez," the waitress said.
"Well," said Tony, "take us to our table, bend over it, and offer your ass for my girlfriend to eat."
"Yes, sir," moaned Esmeralda as she glanced at the maître d'. He mouthed a number. "This way."
Tony and I followed Esmeralda's saucy ass as she strode through the room. She swayed back and forth. It was just delicious to watch her. My pussy dripped with more cum as she navigated through the fancy restaurant past the people eating dinner. The men all glanced at the naked waitress.
The other naked waitresses were moving through the restaurant, too, taking orders or going to the kitchen to bring out the food. Their tits bounced. It would be such a wonderful place to eat. Tony was improving this place by using these women.
This wasn't like a sinful place like Hooters. Tony using them made all the difference.
"Here we are," the waitress said at a table covered with a white cloth. It had two chairs. She bent over it, thrusting out her rump at me. "Please, miss, feast on my ass."
