She is dressed in a tight fitting black wraparound dress and black sparkly platform heels. Her dark hair pulled up into a high, tight ponytail. The silver earrings dangling from her lobes casting flickering tiny shards of light against her skin. He is dressed in a dark suit, crisp white shirt and a citrus yellow tie. Oozing charisma and confidence.
Anyone looking at them passing , as the waiter showed them to their secluded table in the corner, would have remarked on what a fine looking couple they were and what a gentleman he was. He was holding her hand with one of his and his other was pressed gently against the small of her back. Guiding her.
If they had looked more closely they may have noticed her sun kissed skin was glittering as if oiled or that as she walked her legs were slightly shaking. She isn't wearing a bra so maybe they should of noticed the gentle bounce of her breasts and her nipples pushing against the material of her dress. They should of definitely seen her eyes - her lids flickering in panic and lust.
If they had noticed, would they have guessed that only twenty minutes before she had been laying spreadeagled on a bed, restraints holding each of her wrists and ankles wide, oh so wide apart. He had massaged oil into her skin, teasing her from head to toe. Tickling his fingers under her breasts, palms flat rubbing her nipples in a circular motion before pulling and pinching them. His fingers dancing and sliding down to her pussy. Skin shimmering. She groans as he slides the length of his finger down her wet, oiled slit. Letting it rest there and then pushing gently so that her lips envelope the width of it. She starts to rock her hips sluttily and he laughs at her indulgently. Sliding his finger up he tickles her clit with the tip of his fingers. As he watches it grow pinker and start to puff up he reaches over for the remote controlled egg, spits on it and slides it into her. She growls as she feels him pinch her clit as her pussy swallows up the toy.
He gets up and walks away from her flicking the switch on the remote as he does. Moaning and writhing, hissing and gasping he watches her. He chuckles and starts to whistle as he gets ready. He showers, shaves, a dash of aftershave, a comb of his hair, slowly getting dressed. Walking in and out of the bedroom. All the while flicking the switch on the remote on and off. Sometimes leaving it on for just twenty seconds other times minutes.
She is so well trained he doesn't even need to say it anymore. She wants and knows that she will not cum until he says its time. She wants him to push her to the very edge, she wants to show him how strong she is. She wants to make him proud of her. So with her eyes half closed in lust and her wet twitchy pussy fluttering against the egg she clenches her hands and points her toes. She so desperately wants to push her hips up and grind but she concentrates hard on keeping control. Trying not to move too much as she know this will push her over the edge.
When he was ready he untied her, handed her the dress. "No underwear Pet. You will be wearing just the egg and your dress". Driving in the car, he toyed with her over and over. The switch on that remote used again and again. As they walked passed the other diners she felt her pussy starting to dribble. The slow tickle of her juices seeping out made her want to stand still, lift her dress, spread her legs wide and be the dirty show off she loved being.
Just before they got to the table he hands her some money and tells her to go to the bar. As she walks away she hears the waiter offering to get their drinks but their voices turn to mumbles as she reaches the bar. She turns and instantly feels that delicious raw hot feeling of shame and humiliation as she sees him showing the waiter the remote. She gasps as he hands it to the waiter and as she hears the barman asking her what drinks she would like the waiter flicks the switch.
She enjoyed every last moment, ordering those drinks. Handing the remote back, the waiter had eagerly walked back to help the barman. Seeing him whisper in his ear. The delicious feeling of shame making her nipples hard and puffy, aching. Sending that falling feeling through her stomach and slamming into her wet cunt. The vibration of the egg bringing her so close to the edge she wanted to squeal. She could of sworn that they could smell her. Walking back to the table with the drinks, she felt the egg go off and her heart swell with joy as she saw him smile at her. One of his special smiles. His proudest smile.
She sat next to him in the plush booth and as he whispered in her ear, she drank her cocktail. He took her chin in his hand and turned her face towards him. He kissed her long and hard. She sucked on his tongue looked him in the eyes and asked in a hushed tone "Please ?" He smiled and whispered in her ear " Such a good girl. Listen carefully Pet. I am going to turn this egg on one last time whilst I kiss you again. I want you to cum long and hard but you do it quietly and you do it into my mouth. Groan into my mouth Pet. Let me take every last breath".
As so she did. She gave herself to him right there. Those naughty waiters with their stiff cocks watching the whole time. They left soon after. They didn't even finish their drinks. They didn't stop for food - tonight they would be feasting on each other.
And the waiters ? Well I am sure they spent some time trying to get that wet spot out of the material.