Where bitches, whores and sluts learn their place.
Objectifying women is what we do best.
Where female equals fuck meat.
She smiled at him across the table. Dinner had been delicious but she hadn’t been able to finish the last course. She looked back at the desert menu debating. It all looked so good but could she really fit anything else in?
He leant towards her and she leaned forward to meet him halfway. He whispered in her ear.
“I want you under the table,” he said.
She smiled wickedly. She looked around to be sure no one was watching. She slid under the table and crawled towards him on hands and knees. She unzipped his trousers, pulled him from his pants and took him into her mouth.
She heard his soft moans as she felt his manhood grow harder. She licked and sucked greedily feeling him grow to fill her mouth. She had been sucking for 2-3 minutes when she heard a noise immediately behind her.
Suddenly she felt the tablecloth rise behind her. Her dress was lifted over her waist and someone climbed on top of her. An erection entered her and rode her rapidly. She gasped in shock but continued to suck him as the mystery man rode her from behind.
The man behind hammered into her, like a pneumatic drill. She began to mimic the motion with her head thrusting up and down hard on the erection in her mouth, matching the rhythm of the two movements.
She felt the excitement building in both men. The one behind came first with a loud gasp. He then withdrew and disappeared from under the table. As she was wondering who he could have been her mouth was suddenly filled with warm, sticky, cream. She swallowed greedily and continued to ride for another thirty seconds or so.
Eventually she removed him from her mouth and placed him back inside his underwear. She zipped him up and looking down adjusted her own clothing. Peeking out from under the table and waiting for a suitable moments she slid back into her chair.
She picked up the desert menu once more. As she did so a waiter appeared. Her partner placed his order. The waiter then turned to her.
“I think I’ve already had my desert,” she smiled and winked across the table.
“And I think all three of us enjoyed it very much,” winked the waiter.