Women Being Used as Sluts
Shannon Murphy - Day Twelve
I shuddered at what the maître d' at Clarence Steakhouse just told me I had to do to dine here.
I had to strip naked and provide sexual services like one of the waitresses.
A waitress stood nearby to show us to our table. She wore black heels, dark thigh-high stockings, and a black bow tie. Nothing else. She was a gorgeous creature with firm tits. Her eyes were sparkling as she waited to see if I would do it.
"This is how
he
wants the customers to be used," added the maître d'.
He...
I remembered him. He had fucked me in here just five days ago on our fifteenth anniversary. I had loved being used by him. I smiled and nodded, pulling off my light coat and handing it to my husband. The maître d' then offered to take it and store it.
I shuddered and turned to my husband. "Unzip me."
I was wearing a nice dress. It was date night, and this was a fancy restaurant. My husband drew down the zipper of the dark-red dress. I shuddered and slipped out of it, handing the dress to the maître d' who folded it for me. I pulled off the slip next, the material cool on my hard nipples. I wasn't wearing a bra with the outfit.
My round tits came into view.
"Very lovely," the maître d' said.
I smiled at him, my nipples hard with excitement. I went to hook my panties, but Tom was there. He drew them off. I shuddered, so glad I had a wonderful husband. Fifteen years, and we were still going on dates. This would be an amazing one.
I was just so glad that I had been used by him last Friday.
My husband handed over my panties to the maître d' who said, "These will be waiting for you when you leave, madam."
I smiled and patted my red hair, making sure that everything was in place.
I took my husband's arm and followed the waitress to our table. She had a saucy sway to her hips. My pussy was growing wet as we passed tables where guests stared at me. Men who were sizing me up, wanting to use me.
"Oh, oh, oh," a Hispanic waitress moaned as she was bent over a table getting fucked from behind. "Yes, yes, enjoy my pussy!"
"Enjoying it!" grunted the customer, a tall, White guy with graying hair. "Shit, yes!"
"Here you are," the waitress said and sat us down by a table.
A man was eating next to us. He glanced at me as I took my seat and pulled out two twenties and a ten. He handed them to the waitress and nodded to me.
"A blowjob, sir?" asked the waitress.
The man nodded, grinning at my husband.
I blinked and realized I had my first customer. "Sorry, honey."
"It's okay," he said, chuckling. "I'll just get blown by our waitress."
"Of course, sir," the waitress said, a saucy smile on her lips.
I rose from my seat and crossed the space to the man's table. He was balding and had glasses. A bit of a dweeb. He unzipped his slacks and pulled out a nice-sized cock. Not as big as my husband's--and certainly not as big as
his.
I opened my mouth wide and engulfed the dick. He had bought my services. I was a prostitute tonight. A hot wife prostitute. I suckled on him, knowing my husband was staring at my ass while the waitress blew him. I could hear his moans and her wet slurps.
This man paid fifty dollars to enjoy my mouth. I had to give him his money's worth. I had to blow him for all I was worth. I needed to suckle on him with everything that I had. I wanted to make him cum in my mouth.
He groaned as I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down his cock. I loved suckling on him. It was so good to nurse on his rod. He groaned as I did that. It was so good to blow him. He growled as I did that.
I winked at him.
He growled in delight as he enjoyed my mouth on his cock. I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down his rod. It was so good to do that. I loved every second of blowing him. I nursed on him with all that I had.
"Shit!" he groaned. "Oh, shit, that's good!"
I winked at him and kept blowing him. I suckled on him with all my might. He groaned as I did that. It was so good to nurse on him like that. I flicked my tongue around his dick. I suckled and slurped on him.
"Fucking love redheads," the man I blew groaned.
"Yep," my husband said. Tom's voice sounded so throaty as he enjoyed his blowjob.
I wiggled my ass at my husband, my pussy dripping wet. I felt so saucy right now. I suckled hard on that dick in my mouth. I nursed with all my might on him. My tongue danced around his cock. I blew him with all my might.
He groaned as I did that. It was so good to blow him with everything that I had. He groaned as I did that. I winked at him. I nursed hard on his cock. I brought him closer and closer to cumming. Closer and closer to dumping his load into my mouth.
I wanted that so much. I craved to have all his spunk flooding my mouth.
I suckled on him with all my might, bobbing my head. He groaned as my tongue flicked around his cock. I nursed on him with such sloppy passion. He growled out in delight as I blew him with passion. With such might.
"Shit!" he growled. "Oh, shit, that's it!"
I winked at him, nursing hard on him. I enjoyed blowing him with all my might. I suckled on him with everything that I had. He groaned as I did that. It was just so good to polish his pole. He growled out as I nursed on him. I savored every second of suckling on his big rod.
I nursed on him with all my might. I boobed my head, working my mouth up and down his cock. I blew him with passion. I suckled hard on him. He groaned as I did that. I suckled and slurped on him as my husband groaned behind me.
"Shit!" growled the man.
He erupted.
His cum spurted into my mouth. I gulped down his spunk. I savored that wonderful jizz flooding my mouth. It was so good. I gulped down more and more of his cum. He grunted with each blast of cum that he fired into my mouth.
"Yes!" he groaned.
"Fuck!" Tom growled behind me. He had to be cumming. That was so wonderful to hear.
I swallowed more and more blasts of jizz. I swallowed all that spunk. I enjoyed every last drop of it pouring down my throat. It was just such a wonderful moment. I shuddered, gulping it all down. I loved it pouring down my throat.
I loved being used by
him.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the final spurts of cum the man gave me. I swallowed the cum. It flowed down to my belly. A glorious appetizer for the meal. He panted as I kept suckling to work out the last few drops of cum. A large dollop spilled out of the slit and melted salty across my tongue.
I popped my off his cock and smiled up at him. "Did you enjoy that, sir?"
"I did," he said and pulled out a five. "There you go. Great service."
I smiled at my tip and rose. My husband was shuddering, the waitress swallowing all the cum in his cock. He smiled at me. I sat down across from him and slipped my tip into my purse. I crossed my legs, my nipples so hard. I was so wet.
"Well, shall we order?" my husband asked, his face flushed.
"Mmm," I purred and glanced at the menu. I already knew what I wanted. We came here enough. "The usual?"
"Yeah," he said. "The rib eye, medium rare. I'll have the house salad with ranch. Bring us a bottle of the house red. My wife will have the salmon and the house salad with vinaigrette."
"Very good," the waitress said, a bit of cum on her chin. She spun around and headed off to deliver our order. A man slapped her on the rump as she passed.
The waitress giggled and rubbed it, a playful smile on her lips.
She returned with the bottle and filled up our glasses. I raised mine and tapped it against my husband's. It rang with real crystal. I just took a sip when two men darkened our table. I glanced up at the pair of them, the first tall and lanky with an orangish tan. The other was shorter, dark and swarthy.
"We want to DP her," the swarthy man said. "I got $200 for her asshole."
"And a $150 for her pussy," the tall man with the spray-on tan said. They both held up their money.
The Hispanic waitress snagged the money, counting it. "Well, gentleman, enjoy your married treat."
"Enjoy," my husband said good-naturally, nodding to them.
Both men were grinning. I took another sip of my wine before holding out my hand. The swarthy man helped me stand. I shuddered as the other man was stretching out on the floor of the restaurant and unzipping his slacks. He wore gray ones and a pink shirt. I didn't like pink on a guy, but he still had a nice-sized dick. A little longer than my husband, though not as thick.
Tall and lanky like the owner.
I straddled him and lowered myself. As I did, the waitress handed the swarthy man a tube of lube. I grabbed the lanky man's cock and stroked him, my pussy on fire. My husband sipped his wine as he watched with hungry eyes.
I rubbed him up and down my trimmed bush, letting him feel my curls, before I pressed him against my folds. I shuddered in delight and plunged my cunt down his dick. I groaned in delight, taking him to the hilt.
He groaned as I did that. His eyes widened as he enjoyed my pussy around his dick. I enjoyed having him all the way in me. I squeezed down on him, shuddering in delight. What a treat. I was just so happy right now.
So thrilled to have every inch of him in me. He felt incredible. I wiggled my hips back and forth and glanced behind me. The second man had a fat dick that he lubed up. I slapped my hands on my butt-cheeks and parted them for him.
"Mmm, you paid for my ass," I cooed.
"It's excellent," my husband said and finished off his wine. "So's her pussy. You two are going to have a great time with her."