Restaurant Service
Paul suggested the restaurant for us to take Lily our daughter to so we could celebrate her eighteenth birthday on the very day it was as she’d planned to go away the following day for a weekend of partying with her friends. I’d never heard of the place, hidden away down some back street in the City, but he’d insisted that we go due to its very select nature, and of course the food was, apparently, to die for. I’d had Lily just after my twenty second birthday, so had celebrated my fortieth a few weeks earlier. Paul was just three months older than me. We’d met at college. I’d lost my virginity a year or so before we met, to an absolute arsehole as it happens. I guess I wasn’t the first, and won’t be the last to succumb to that calculating charm behind the one purpose such scumbags possess. Fucked me just the once, then dumped me. Maybe I was that bad a fuck, who knows, but I did ensure I got a little bit more experience before Paul and I met. Six to be precise. I know, a tad loose, I guess, and on two occasions I was fucking two guys on alternate nights for a couple of months. I just had to prove that I was capable of making them want more. And they did. I was energetic without being too adventurous. I’d tasted cum, twice, and didn’t like it. Didn’t mind it on my face, but not in my mouth again. And anal? Nope. Tried that just the once, and it fucking hurt. Paul never minded. He was happy with me being the nurse, or the maid, or sometimes even the lap dancer for him. Yes, he was happy, or so he regularly said. I’ve been blessed with a slim figure, and some height at five feet seven inches. And a wholesome chest as well. I kept it all even after Lily. Yes, guys still looked at me. Heads turned, and I always got the proverbial second look. Lily was beautiful as well. As tall as her mum now, and a figure to match. Even wore her brunette hair in a shoulder length bob, just like mum. I often kidded myself we might have been sisters but for the obvious age difference. Tonight we got a cab, so Paul and I could drink, and pulled up outside of this place down some street I had no idea existed. I looked at Lily as she got out, thinking to myself that maybe she’d dressed a little too seductively in a number that barely covered her arse. Mine was just that little bit longer so as to cover the stockings I liked to wear. As we walked through the front door I saw immediately that the exterior location was deceptive. It looked very salubrious inside to say the least. Only about forty covers mind, with leather seating filling along one wall completely, tables generously spread out along it to ensure no patrons occupying one were too close to the next. We were taken to a table in the middle of the room by man of what looked like Arab origin, and about fifty years of age. Very smartly dressed in a dark suit and tie, he was. As we sat down I looked around and noticed how few people there were there. Maybe it was too early, then maybe not. There was an elderly woman, I’d say around seventy, on the leather seating against that wall, and strangely sitting between two tables, so was not so much focussing on any meal, but seemed to be more so on us. Staring at us she was. Very odd it felt. There were two men at another table behind Paul. I’d guess about fifty or sixty years of age, and three men a little way along from the woman, occupying a table in the corner. We’d been sitting down for no more than a minute when the waiter returned with three glasses of a drink we hadn’t ordered, and said “Compliments of the House. Our special cocktail. Please enjoy quickly. There’s more if you would like”. “Am I alright mum?” Lily asked, and I said “You’re eighteen, darling. It’s legal now. But like you haven’t been drinking alcohol for some time eh?” She smiled and took a sip, and then to my surprise finished it in one go. I took a sip and thought it a bit sweet, but after the second came to be drawn to it in a way that surprised me. I wanted more, quickly. So did Paul by the look, and within five minutes we’d each had three glasses before Paul then ordered a bottle of Chablis.
We engaged in small talk, as you do, but whilst we were, I couldn’t help but notice that the three men in the corner, and the woman, were still just staring at us. They had drinks, each of them, but no food as yet. I glanced over Paul’s shoulder and saw that one of the men there had moved round the table so both sitting at it were now looking in our direction. I found it quite intimidating actually, but before I could say something to Paul, Lily said “I don’t feel well, mum. My head is spinning. I feel sick”. And I felt a little that way too now as well. Yes, head spinning. A little queasy. Paul was just looking at the pair of us, back and forth every couple of seconds or so. “I’m feeling it too, Paul. You ok?” I asked. Then the waiter came back and ed us the menus. Unusually they were like tablet PC’s, and I don’t think I’d ever seen that before. Even more strange, was the fact that I couldn’t focus on the writing, my head was like in a haze. Then the words started to move. I was certain that they were moving. Then I had the absolute strangest of feelings given the situation; I started to feel slightly aroused. I looked at the tablet for I don’t know how long, then all of a sudden the waiter came up to me and whispered in my ear “Are you ready to serve”. Yes, I thought, I am ready. And then I ed, I had been here before, with Paul. A short while ago. I couldn’t exactly when, but it was as clear as day to me now, when the waiter came up to me then and spoke, as he had done just now. I was ready then, like I was now. I just wanted to serve, like I did now. I looked up at him and smiled before saying “Yes I am”. “Come with me” he said, and I got up. I followed him over to the leather chairs where a man was sitting. As I did I felt so aroused I was beginning to ache down there. The waiter pointed towards the seat beside the man and said “Sit and serve”. I sat down and looked at the man. About fifty I guessed, and Chinese or Japanese, something like that. He looked at me and smiled, then undid the zipper on his tros before pulling out his cock. He seemed to be keeping a grin on his face for no particular reason, I thought, and then he just nodded. I looked down at his cock. Not particularly large. In fact quite small. Much smaller than Paul’s. Maybe it’ll get much bigger when I take it my mouth, I thought, because that’s what I was going to do. I wanted to do it. I wanted to take this complete stranger’s cock in my mouth, and suck it. I couldn’t tell why I did. I didn’t care why I did, I just did. I so desperately wanted to suck this cock now. I looked across at Paul who was looking straight back at me. He smile and nodded. I bent down and put my mouth over it, and sucked a little. It didn’t taste particularly fresh, but I felt it grow, a little. I realised that I wasn’t at the best of angles beside this man so I went down on my knees in front of him. He’d undone his belt enabling me to pull his tros and underpants down to his ankles. He spread his legs. I could take more in my mouth now, and could feel it growing harder. I took it in my right hand as well and started slightly jerking it as I sucked. I then licked the shaft. Down to the balls for a lick too. I so wanted to be doing this. And I could feel my wetness too. I started working my mouth up and down on it, and it had grown. Maybe five inches now, but it was thick. I was wondering whether Paul was watching. I’d hoped he’d be proud of me in some way, actually. Then the man spoke. “Finger yourself” he said. I couldn’t describe how much of a relief him letting me do that was. I was waiting for him to let me. I suppose I could have done it, but wanted him to tell me to. I changed hands around his cock as I like to use my right on my clit. Access was easy with a little lift of the skirt I was wearing, then into the panties. Pushing against them with the back of my hand as my fingers went in. Two. Index and middle. I finger fucked for about thirty seconds before focussing on the clit. Still servicing his cock I was as I did it, and then I felt it harden more, as they do, and I knew what was coming. I so wanted to taste this stranger’s cum. To swallow it. And then the first spurt hitting the back of my throat. It went down with a bit of a swallow whilst the cock was still inside my mouth shooting more cum into it. Then I came too. My scream was muffled by the obstruction in my mouth, but it was a scream. I pulled my mouth off. It was full of cum. I savoured the taste for a few seconds before swallowing, then back down to take it again in my mouth for more, if it was coming, or just to suck it clean. I came up from it again when I could tell there was no more to taste. I looked up at the man, and he was grinning back at me when I realised the waiter was beside me. “Stand up” he said, and I did. “Remove your panties” he said, and I did. “Bend over the table there and lift your skirt up” he said, pointing to the table beside me, and I did. I was able to turn and see Paul now, and he was looking straight at me. Again I could see he was smiling. “Pull your arse cheeks apart” I was told, and I did. I felt something moist around my arsehole, and then something else pushing in. It didn’t get far. I made to look around but was told “Look ahead”. I saw two fingers come round to my face and was told “Suck”, so I took them in my mouth and sucked. Once they’d gone I felt another attempt to push into my arsehole, and it, or they, went further this time. They were moving around, I could sense that. I could feel it loosening there. Then the fingers came back and I put my mouth over them without being told to this time. I sucked, and licked. Then something much bigger was seeking entry there. It came in hard, and hurt as it pushed past the muscle there. Then it didn’t hurt. I could feel it coming in and some way out. I felt it now, and it was so good. I was being arse fucked and it felt so, so good. “Yes, yes” I said. “Fuck my arse. Please fuck my arse” I begged, and then there was a grunt behind me as the hands that had been on my hips squeezed. Then it was gone. “Stay there” I was told, and I was pleased to. I wondered if there’d be more. I wanted more. Then there was more. My hands had come away from my cheeks as the those hands left my hips, but I put them back, pulling at my cheeks again to make that hole as wide as it could be for the next cock. It came in me very quickly once in. Then there was a third. That took a little longer, but I knew when it too had left its stuff inside me. And a fourth. I was taking a fourth load in my arse and felt so pleased to have been able to serve here like this. In my mind I knew that this was my purpose here. I’d have taken as much cum as necessary, deposited in my arse if this was what they wanted, but four loads was it, it seemed. My hands were still pulling my cheeks apart, and I heard “Push it out. Push it out now” and so I started pushing, just as if I was sitting on the bowl to release my bowels I was pushing the cum out. I pushed hard. “That’s it. No more coming out of there. Turn round and get on your knees” I was told, and so I did. There were four, five, maybe six men around me, including the waiter holding a small glass which he held out to me. “Drink” he said. As I took it I could see about three inches of cum inside it. As I put it to my lips and lifted it I could see some brownness along with the white, but I didn’t mind. What’s a little bit of shit mixed with cum to drink I thought if I’m pleasing these men watching me, and smiling at me. They were all smiling. Three of them were jerking their cocks watching me drink. There was only a mouthful to swallow. Then I had to collect some from inside the glass with my finger to suck it off that. “Let me have that” said one of the men, who took the glass from me. His cock was already out meaning that he’d likely shot his load in my arse. He pushed his cock down into the glass and started pissing. Virtually full it was when he handed it back to me. “Drink” he said. What I did think was useful was the piss combing with the cum meant I could get more of it down my throat with it mixed like that. I swirled the piss around in the glass to mix as much of it as possible with the cum there. When I drank the contents of the glass I saw that very little cum was now left in it. I offered the glass up and said “Any more, please”, but there were shakes of the head all around. I can’t much of what happened after that, but now I’ve ed all that again I know exactly what my purpose is here, right now, this evening. I was already aching down there and so wanted to put my hand between my legs, but I knew I had to wait to be told I could.
“Come with me” the waiter said, and I stood up. I walked just behind him over to the woman sitting on the leather seat. As we got near she pulled her dress up and opened her legs. I could see the grey hair around the mound there and knew exactly what she wanted me to do, and I wanted to do it for her. I’d never been anywhere near a woman’s snatch before. Neither smelt one, nor tasted one, had never been that way inclined, but right now I wanted to bury my face between those legs, to smell it, to taste it, to please it. I hoped she would be pleased with how I was going to lick and suck there, and I went down on my knees as soon as I reached her. She was smiling at me, and I smiled back as I went down. I used the fingers of both hands to gently part the lips before I slid my tongue up between them. I did this four or five times, producing saliva now to moisten it. There wasn’t much sign of moistness down there when I started, but it was certainly a little wet now. I started licking the clit, looking up towards her as I did, and just as my Lily arrived beside me. The woman had undone her dress and exposed both her tits, offering up the right one for Lily who took the nipple in her mouth and began to suck whilst taking the left in her hand to gently squeeze. We were making a useful partnership here I thought, my daughter and I, pleasing this woman. I so hoped that she was pleased with us. I continued to alternate between licking and sucking the clit whilst giving a little finger in the hole, as I liked that myself, and presumed she would too. From her subtle moans of pleasure I guessed she did. I noticed that the woman had moved her hand to between Lily’s legs and guessed that she was fingering her too. I saw her suck her finger a couple of times before returning it from where it came. I couldn’t tell how long Lily and I had been working to please this woman, but she did eventually come, and I knew she had beyond the moans and pelvic thrusts because there was a little gushing I could taste. Once she’d come I sensed a presence beside me, and from the voice knew it was the waiter. “Come with me. Both of you” he said.
We didn’t need to walk more than a few steps towards two men, naked from the waist down, bending over a table beside each other. As Lily and I reached them they both pulled their arse cheeks apart, and I knew what was expected of me then. I turned towards Lily as she looked at me, smiling. She knew too. As young as she was, she knew what was expected of her as she went down on her knees, as I did. I put my hands halfway over his as I too pulled the cheeks apart now, and started to lick. He released his grip, leaving it to me to keep pulling them apart, making sure my tongue had access to the hole there much easier. I licked up, through the crack five or six times before focussing on the hole, licking that directly with a few prods with my tongue to see how far I could push it in. I took hold of his cock through his legs and gently jerked it as I worked away on the hole. I caught a sideways glance at Lily, and could see her face buried between the cheeks there. I was hoping that both these men were pleased with our performances here, servicing these particular holes with our tongues. I couldn’t tell exactly how long we’d both been at it when a voice said “Stand up now. Lift your dresses up and bend over the table”. As we both got up the men moved to the side to give us room to bend over where they’d been. I felt my panties being pulled down and something immediately enter my arsehole. Too small for a cock. Probably a finger, or two. I could feel it moving in a circular motion, looking to widen it there, I guessed, then the fingers found my mouth, and I sucked on them. I did that twice. Then I felt it enter. Obviously a cock this time, as within seconds I felt the thrusting start and his pelvic area slapping against my arse cheeks. I turned to look back at Lily’s arse area to see that she too was being fucked like I was, but I couldn’t tell which hole exactly. I looked at her as she was looking at me, smiling. “It’s ok, mummy, it’s my arse”. “That’s good, darling” I said, and leant towards her to touch her lips with mine. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and met hers. They probed each other momentarily before I pulled it out. “I hope he’s pleased, mummy. I’m doing the best I can” she wondered, and I did too. I heard the man behind her grunt, stopping the thrusting motion as he was. Yes, he’d come, and pulled away. I then felt the cock leave my arse and I watched as it moved from behind me to behind Lily. I saw her face wince as it clearly entered her arsehole now, but then she began to smile, before saying “Thank you. Thank you. I love it so much. Fuck my arse. Please fuck my arse. Yes, yes”. And I could tell that she was really enjoying it. Then this man stopped thrusting, gripping Lily’s hips tightly, then expelling air through gritted teeth, I knew he was coming. As he pulled away he looked at me looking at him, then he pointed at Lily’s arse and said “Clean it.” I had been wondering what else we might do to please these men, so on my knees behind her I went. I was pulling her cheeks apart now, licking. I could taste the cum, then a big splattering on my face as she farted some out. I licked at the crack until certain no more was there, then started to push the cum around my face into my mouth. Lily turned around and went down on her knees before me, and pushed her lips to mine, this time entering my mouth with her tongue. We explored each other’s mouths, mixing cum with saliva and sharing. Then swallowing. “Sit at your table now” we heard, and both got up to make our way to it. Paul was still sitting there, and smiled as we sat down. The waiter brought up a small tray and placed it in front of Paul. “The check, sir” he said. Paul picked up the bill from the tray and examined it. “A thousand” he said, and added “Good value, I’d say”. As he reached for his wallet inside his jacket he said “If you two want to go to the car, I’ll only be two or three minutes”.
We were in the car for about ten minutes rather than three, me in the front and Lily in the back, when Paul got in. “Well, how was it?” He asked. “Were they pleased with us, Paul? How pleased?” I asked. “Very” he said, which made me feel particularly relieved. I hadn’t thought of what we might have done had they not been pleased. I then noticed something on Paul’s chin just to the side of his mouth. I looked closer. “Is that cum on your chin Paul?” I asked. “Yes, it would be” he replied. “How come?” I asked with a little smile at the play on words. “Well one of the guys in there wanted me to suck him off before I left, and I wanted to leave him pleased before I did”. “And was he?” I asked. “I think so. He wanted to come into my open mouth, and I wanted to please him, so he did. I guess a little found itself here” he said pointing to his chin. “Let me” I said leaning across and licking it off. “Mmmm. Nice” I said, “Very nice”. But I was still feeling so horny, and of course I’d only been arse-fucked. “Will you fuck me tonight, darling, and in the right hole, please?” I said, and he replied “Of course, darling”. “And me, daddy. Fuck me too, please daddy” a voice from behind us said. “Of course, baby” Paul answered her. “But don’t come inside her, Paul, Ok?” I said, and turned around to her. “But daddy won’t come inside you, sweetheart, Ok?” “What about my mouth. He can come in mouth. Oh, go on daddy, come in my mouth, please” she insisted. “I don’t think it will matter if I do, darling” he said looking at me, “The waiter told me that when we wake up in the morning we won’t a thing”. I looked at him, then around to Lily. “Ok darling, daddy can come in your mouth if you really want him to” I told her. “Or my arse” I heard her whisper, but chose not to react. As Paul turned the engine on I slid my hand into my panties and started to rub. I came twice before we arrived home, and on each occasion offered up my fingers for Paul to suck. He declined so as to concentrate on driving, but Lily didn’t.