On Her Knees Ch. 16

***Part 16 in an anthology of women performing oral sex.

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.

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They didn't have to wait long at the bar, just enough time for a quick drink before the maître d' told them their table was ready. They followed the maître d' to the table, a perfect spot in the dining area where they could see everything and away from the kitchen.

"I can't believe you got us in here," said Naomi. "When I told Tasha, she got so jealous. She keeps texting me to ask how you got reservations at Savoureux so quickly; you always have to get reservations six to eight weeks ahead."

"Tell her I'm fucking the manager," Andre said jokingly.

Naomi laughed. "No, she may take it seriously. I'll tell her the truth."

The truth was, Andre got lucky with the reservation. He had been trying to get a table here for months, but whenever he was able to get one, it never worked out for a time that was good for him or Naomi. Today was her birthday, and he tried desperately to get a reservation for tonight, but the best they could do was to get him on the waitlist. He accepted it just in case something did open up for him by chance, but he didn't count on it.

Originally, Andre got a dinner reservation at another restaurant, an Italian place that Naomi always liked and where he took her on their first date. But at the last minute he lucked out when the restaurant called and said he was moved up on the waitlist due to some cancellations and he could have a table tonight if he wanted, which he happily took.

He waited until he drove Naomi to the restaurant to surprise her. He told her he was taking her to an Italian restaurant she liked, so she had no idea what was happening until he pulled into the parking lot. He told her about getting off the waitlist, and she was so happy she grabbed his head and pulled him in for a long, hard kiss. She joked about how she was so excited that she was ready to blow him right there in the car; a reward, Andre would of course have accepted.

As they waited for their table, they contemplated how many people had to have turned down canceling and turning down getting off the waitlist early to refuse a table here. Andre wasn't too far down that list, but they knew plenty of people had to be called ahead of him for them to get the call. They decided not to question anything about it and just accept the good fortune they were given.

"Thank you so much for taking me here," she said.

"Of course, baby. I'll do anything for my girl," he replied. "And it is your birthday after all."

"But still, I know how expensive this place could be, and I really appreciate it."

"Baby, I don't care about that at all. It's your birthday, and you could order whatever you like."

The waitress came by to take their orders. They took a few of her recommendations on the appetizers but picked their own entrées. Andre let Naomi order for him since she was more of the French food expert between them. Typically, the man orders for both, but he had no idea what he was reading, so he gave up that particular role tonight to Naomi so he wouldn't screw it up.

She did end up picking some of the more expensive items, and Andre was true to his word about not caring how much the food was there. He also insisted she order the most expensive bottle of wine on the menu as well for the occasion. Naomi was in disbelief that she had a boyfriend who was willing to pay this much for dinner to impress her. She didn't care about how much he made or how much he spent on her; money was not important to her. But she was still impressed by it nonetheless.

As they talked, they also looked around the restaurant. It was a beautiful place, but one thing about it they couldn't get over.

"Not a very diverse crowd," said Naomi.

"Very true," said Andre.

They appeared to be the only black couple among the probably couple hundred guests. They did see an Asian couple and a Hispanic couple, but not much else. They felt a slight sense of relief when they saw another black couple enter the dining area to take an available table so they wouldn't be the only ones there tonight.

"Maybe we're overthinking it," said Andre. "I mean, besides you and your sister, how many other black people do you know who love French food?"

"You're right," said Naomi. "But you know how it is. It can be awkward being one of the few black people in an area. Sometimes I feel like they're looking at us and wondering how we got in here."

"If any of them are looking at us, it's because they're jealous that I'm with the most beautiful woman in the city," said Andre.

Hearing that got Naomi smiling, and she had to resist giggling like a schoolgirl.

"And I'm sure the ladies here are jealous I'm with such an adonis," said Naomi.

Andre was a six-foot black man with a decent amount of muscle, a goatee, and a low fade hairstyle. Some people have said he could pass for Michael B. Jordan's brother. Not Andre's favorite actor, besides the Creed films, but still enjoyed the compliment.

When they got their appetizers, they were so amazing they considered ordering more of them before they realized they needed more room for the main course. The entrées eventually came, and Naomi took pictures of the meal so she could post about it later. They were savoring every moment of the meal; it took several months to get here, but it was worth every moment.

"This is incredible," said Naomi.

"I know, if this place wasn't so ridiculously expensive, I'd come here every week."

"I wonder who were the people who couldn't make it here."

"Who knows?"

"It is a little strange, though," Naomi said, looking perplexed.

"How so?" Andre asked.

"From what I understand, the waitlist for a free reservation was long, and all of a sudden, we moved up ahead of several people."

"That happens sometimes. We almost got a reservation because of this before."

"Yeah, but those were for some days in advance, not all of a sudden happening all at once for the same day. It seems too peculiar."

"Just count your blessings we got this reservation. Who cares how we got it?" said Andre.

"I suppose you're right."

As they continued eating, they approached a woman who got Naomi's attention.

"Hello, I'm Jenny, the manager of Savoureux," she said. "I'm just checking how our guests are doing."

Naomi was surprised that the manager was so attractive and how sexy she dressed. She was a tall white woman in her late twenties with long blonde hair and amazing blue eyes. She was wearing a tight, black dress with the hem cut halfway up her thighs and the top revealing plenty of cleavage from her double D cup breasts. If it wasn't for her nametag saying she was the manager, Naomi would not believe she was who she said she was. She looked more like a runway model than a restaurant manager.

"We're doing fine; the food here is amazing," said Naomi.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," said Jenny. "How about you, sir? Is the food... Andre, is that you?"

Andre looked up from his plate and was surprised by the woman standing next to their table.

"Jenny?" he asked.

"Oh my god, it is you. How have you been?" she asked.

"Great, great," he said nervously. "Just having a birthday dinner with my girl."

He reached out and grabbed Naomi's hand to show how they were together. Naomi sensed some tension Andre was having from having this woman here; she knew right away how they knew each other.

"Well, that's nice, happy birthday," Jenny said to Naomi.

"Thank you," Naomi replied. "That's an interesting perfume you're wearing. What is it?"

"It's called Del Mar Tres," Jenny answered. "Andre gave it to me actually."

"Oh really?" Naomi said as she turned her head to Andre to see the scared look on his face.

"Oops, sorry," said Jenny. "I guess the cat's out of the bag. I'm his ex-girlfriend."

"I kind of guessed that."

"I'm sorry, I feel bad now. I came here to see how my customers were doing, and now I may have ruined your dinner."

"It's quite alright," said Naomi. "You didn't know."

"I want to make it up to you," said Jenny. "Dessert is on the house. Order whatever you like."

"Are you sure?" Naomi asked. "We already got comped for the appetizers."

"Now you'll be getting the same for dessert."

Naomi was very happy to hear that.

"Well, thank you very much," said Naomi. "We really appreciate it."

"Yes, thank you, Jenny," said Andre, who finally spoke.

"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone now," said Jenny. "Let us know if there's anything else we can do for you to make your dining experience more pleasurable."

"We'll let you know, thank you," said Andre.

Jenny walked away, and Naomi couldn't help taking notice of how great her ass looked when she turned around.

"I'm sorry about that," said Andre.

"It's alright; you didn't know your ex-girlfriend was going to show up."

"I heard she got a job managing a restaurant after we broke up, but I had no idea it was this one."

Naomi laughed, and Andre wondered what was so funny.

"I just realized earlier you made a joke about fucking the manager," Naomi said, giggling. "Turns out it was someone you used to sleep with."

Andre also laughed, but it was more of a nervous laughter in his case.

"Yeah, that's crazy," he said. "I'm just glad you thought it was all funny."

"I can see why you went out with her," she said. "I mean, wow, she was something."

"I was going through a white girl phase," said Andre.

Naomi laughed even louder this time but quickly lowered her tone so she wouldn't bother the other diners nearby.

"Oh my god, Andre. That's not what I was talking about," said Naomi. "I mean, she was gorgeous. I bet she used to be a model, didn't she?"

"Yes, she did actually," Andre answered. "She did it to pay for college. She stopped after she got her degree and started working."

"It was lingerie, wasn't it?" she asked.

Andre was hesitant to answer, but he finally said, "Bikinis, actually."

"Yeah, I can see that."

"I'm glad you find this amusing," said Andre.

"Relax, I'm not going to play the jealous girlfriend," said Naomi. "Also, I don't care that she's white; I'm surprised you thought I would have a problem with that."

"I'm sorry," Andre replied. "It was stupid of me to assume that."

They continued their dinner and changed their conversation to another series of topics. But as they talked, Andre kept a lookout for Jenny to see if she was still around. He also did his best to play it cool to make sure Naomi wasn't too suspicious about his behavior.

About fifteen minutes later, he saw Jenny nearby the waiting area talking to the maître d'. She noticed Andre looking at her and winked at him as she walked away.

"Excuse me, I have to use the men's room," Andre said as he stood up from his chair.

"Hurry back," said Naomi.

"I will."

Andre walked away from Naomi, and as soon as he got to the waiting area, he walked even quicker to where he saw Jenny head off to. He saw her go down a corridor off the side of the waiting area; he walked even faster to try to catch up to her, but she quickly turned a corner. He turned the same corner just as she opened the door to her office. She turned around and smiled at him, indicating that she knew he was following her.

"Hey Andre, how can I help you?" She asked with a large smile.

"We need to talk," he said.

"Sure, no problem."

She grabbed him by his collar and pulled him into her office. She quickly shut the door and slammed him against it. Andre forgot how strong she was for a woman; she was always into fitness, and it helped to make the sex between them a lot more exciting. Jenny then pushed herself against Andre's body and stood on her toes as she planted a big kiss on his lips.

At first, Andre tried to push her away, but the kiss felt good, so he let it go for a little longer than he should. He realized what he was doing and finally pushed her away from him.

"How long have you been working here?" Andre asked.

"About a month."

"Did you get me this reservation?"

"Yes, I did," Jenny said proudly. "Someone canceled for tonight, and when I saw your name down the waitlist, I moved you ahead of several people to get you here."

"Dammit, Jenny," he said, feeling very upset with her. "This is the kind of crap I was talking about when I called it off."

"What? I didn't plan this," she said. "I just took a job as a manager; your name being on the waitlist was just a lucky accident for me. Also, the fact that it's your girlfriend's birthday is making this a lot more exciting... and a little bit hilarious."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Hey, don't get mad at me," she said. "You're the one who's cheating on your girlfriend."

"Used to cheat on her."

"That won't matter to her if she ever finds out."

Andre suddenly got worried. "You're not going to tell her about us, are you?"

"Of course not," she said. "Naomi seems sweet; I couldn't do that to her. If she ever finds out you sleep around behind her back, it'll be because of your screw-ups, not because of me... or maybe by one of the other women you're fucking."

"I'm not seeing anyone else," said Andre. "Not anymore, that is."

"Would you calm down? I'm not going to ruin things for you and Naomi. I was just having a little fun," she said as she pushed herself up against Andre's body again. "We can still have some fun, if you like. I can be your sexy little secret."

"We can't," said Andre.

"This is saying you definitely can," she said as she grabbed his hard cock. "Please, Andre, release the black mamba from its cage."

Andre pushed her away slightly. "Would you stop calling my dick that name? Do you realize how cringe that sounds?""

It was comments like this that often made Andre think Jenny was more interested in the idea of fucking a black guy than actually being in a serious relationship with him. He kind of knew that in the beginning when they dated, but over time he saw that she was just a crazy white girl. He wanted to break it off halfway through their relationship, but the sex was fantastic between them, which made it hard to give up. Furthermore, back when she was modeling, it was fun to brag to his friends that he was dating a bikini model; they would see her pictures and get envious of him and want to hear stories about how wild she was during sex. But over time, even those things weren't enough to deal with her erratic behavior, and he finally had to break it off with her.

After that, she kind of went into semi-stalker mode and kept trying to get his attention. Occasionally he would cave and get back to her so they could have sex again, which includes a few times early in his relationship with Naomi. It took some time for him to finally get away from her and he thought he had finally gotten rid of her until she suddenly popped back into his life unexpectedly like this.

"I'm sorry, I just can't resist doing that sometimes," said Jenny. "Let me make it up to you."

She tried to get down on her knees, but Andre forced her back up before she could do anything.

"Girl, what is wrong with you?" he asked. "We don't have time for this. I have to get back to Naomi."

"Then, I'll make sure we get this done quickly."

She gave him another kiss before she got down on her knees and began unzipping his pants.

"We can't do this," said Andre. "I promised to stop cheating on Naomi."

"Then you have now until I get your big black cock in my mouth to stop me and walk away."

As Jenny continued taking off his pants, Andre was contemplating his situation. He didn't want to cheat on Naomi, especially on her birthday with her waiting for him back at their table. He regretted ever hooking up with this crazy white girl, but he just couldn't resist her when he first met her when she was managing that nightclub; they met almost a year ago.

He wanted to stop her, but he just couldn't resist the temptation. He figured it was just this one time, and after that, no more.

"Ok, fine, but just a blowjob, nothing else," he told her.

"I have no problem with that," Jenny said, looking up at him. "I get off pleasuring you."

She got his pants and boxers down at the same time, and his large black cock stood straight up at her face. Jenny stared at it with a big, thirsty smile.

"Oh, I missed you," she said to his cock. "Did you miss me, black mamba?"

Andre didn't say anything about it this time. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. He just hoped Jenny would make this quick so he could get back to Naomi before she started wondering what was taking him so long.

Jenny spat on her hand a couple of times and began stroking his cock. Usually, she would start off slow and then pick up the pace, but Andre was rushing, so she just went for a series of quick strokes to get him excited. When she felt he was ready, she opened her mouth wide and took his dick into her mouth. Andre closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the door. He loved the way Jenny's mouth felt around his dick; he didn't want to admit it, but it felt better than Noami's mouth when she went down on him.

"Damn, this feels so good,." said Andre.

Jenny didn't waste any time sucking him off. Normally, she had a few different ways of how to blow a guy, but due to Andre's time restraint, she had to move it along. She kept her lips tight around the shaft as her head rapidly bobbed on it back and forth. She occasionally stopped to focus on the tip a little as she stroked his shaft, while other times she deep-throated him, making the gagging noises that she knew men liked to hear.

Andre started groaning as he was being pleasured by this beautiful, crazy woman. He knew it was wrong to be getting a blowjob while his girlfriend was waiting for him, but at that moment he just didn't care and just wanted to enjoy himself.

At one point, Jenny focused her mouth on his balls as she stroked him. Andre loved that move; he could never get Noami to do that for him. After a couple of minutes of playing with his balls, she went back to sucking his dick again. She lifted the bottom of her dress and put her hand down her panties and began playing with herself. She was now getting herself off as she was getting Andre off at the same time. Andre could see what she was doing, and it was getting him more excited.

Andre's phone buzzed in his jacket pocket; he quickly took it out to read the text, worried that it might be from Naomi. He was relieved that it was just a random text from a friend of his, but it made him concerned about how long this was taking.

"You need to hurry this up," he told Jenny.

Jenny stopped sucking him off to look up at him with a very annoyed look.

"I'm doing my best to get you off faster, but it's not that easy," she told him. "Let me do what I have to do; you also concentrate on finishing faster."

She went back to the blowjob, and Andre realized she was right; he needed to concentrate on making himself finish faster as well. It wasn't an easy thing to do, but he has done it before when necessary.

Andre put his hand on the back of Jenny's head and guided her as he made her suck him off harder and faster. Her head was now moving at a pace she had never done with any man before, making slurping and gagging noises the more she worked on his cock.

He was breathing heavier as his dick was becoming more swollen, and Jenny knew what was going to happen next. She realized she didn't have any tissues or towels nearby because she had not planned this at all, but she had swallowed his cum many times before this, so she had no problem doing it again.

Andre let out a loud grunt as he began to shoot his cum into her mouth. Several streams of that warm white fluid spilled out and landed on her tongue. Jenny squeezed out whatever she could from his shaft, getting a few extra drops. She pulled his dick out of her mouth, savored the cum in her mouth for as long as she could before swallowing it back while intentionally making a loud gulping sound so Andre could hear that she swallowed.

Jenny stood up as Andre stuffed his dick back into his pants. When he was done fixing himself, she planted another big kiss on Andre. He allowed that kiss to continue for a while before he realized he needed to get back to Naomi and pushed Jenny away.

"I need to go," said Andre. "This did not happen.""

"No, of course not," said Jenny. "And if you want more of this not happening, just give me a call."

"I'm not going to do that," he said as he left the office.

"We'll see."

Andre ran down the corridor where he originally came from to get back to the waiting area leading to the dining floor. First, he made a quick stop at the men's room to make sure he didn't have any of Jenny's lipstick on his face. He found a small amount of her lipstick by the side of his lower lip and quickly cleaned it off. He realized he was rushing and took a moment to relax because he didn't want Naomi to see him exhausted.

When he got back to his table, Naomi asked what took him so long and mentioned how she was about to text him. He made a reference to how bad his bowel movement was in a way that didn't sound disgusting but let Naomi know how serious it was. It was a good enough excuse for Naomi to not ask any further questions.

They continued the rest of the night conversing and finishing their meal. Andre did his best to play it cool whenever he saw Jenny walking around. She didn't pay him any notice; she just continued her managerial duties for the restaurant, so he felt he was in the clear for now and just focused his attention on his own girlfriend.

They ordered dessert next, and the waiter reminded them that they could get whatever they liked since it was on the house, according to their manager. That little reminder got Andre on edge again because it was another reminder of what he had done with Jenny earlier. They didn't go overboard with the desserts since they ate plenty already; instead, they each ordered their own dessert so they could share with each other.

Just when they were finished with their desserts, the waiter came by with a slice of birthday cake with a single lit candle on top of it.

"Compliments of our manager," said the waiter. "She says happy birthday."

"Oh, that's so sweet of her; please tell her I said thank you," said Naomi.

The waiter promised he'd relay her thanks to Jenny and walked away. Naomi then made a mental wish and blew out the candle before digging into the cake. She noticed that Andrew wasn't having any and insisted he share with her since she couldn't eat it all. He didn't want to make her suspicious of his hesitant behavior, so he took a fork and started eating the cake with her.

"Jenny is so nice," said Naomi. "Why did you two break up?"

"We just got too busy and couldn't see each other as much, that's all," said Andre. "We didn't see each other that long, so it wasn't like we were in love or anything."

"Hmm, good for me then," said Naomi. "Because now I get to be the one that has you."

They both leaned in and gave each other a little kiss before finishing their cake.

When they were done, Andre paid the check, and they both left their table. In the waiting area, Naomi tried to find Jenny to thank her for the desserts, but she was nowhere to be found. Naomi tried to see if they could wait around for her so she could thank her personally, but Andre convinced her that Jenny was probably too busy right now and it was best not to interrupt her for something like this. Naomi agreed, and they headed out the door; Andre was relieved because he no longer had to worry about seeing Jenny anymore.

When they got back to Naomi's place, they began kissing heavily as they made their way to her bedroom. They shed their clothes along the way and were completely naked by the time they got to her bed. She made Andre sit on the bed as she got down on her knees before him; he was excited that he was about to get his second blowjob of the night.

"You were a good boy, tonight," she said to him seductively. "Are you ready for your reward?"

"Yes, I am," he happily replied.

He lay back on his elbows, awaiting Naomi's mouth to engulf his dick. It took a moment for him to notice that she wasn't sucking him off right away; instead, there was a long period where she was just doing nothing, and it got him curious about what was taking her so long.

"Is something wrong, baby?" he asked as he sat back up.

Naomi stood up and looked down at him. Usually, Andre loved seeing her standing there naked, but this time, the look on her face got him concerned that something was wrong.

"Why is there lipstick on your dick?" she asked.

"What?" he asked, looking perplexed.

"I said, why is there lipstick on your dick?" She asked more aggressively.

"Um, I don't know... What do you mean?" He was suddenly scared about what was happening right now.

"Did some bitch give you a blowjob earlier today?" she asked. "Are you fucking around on me?"

"No, baby, of course not."

Naomi knelt down and got close to his dick again, only this time Andre noticed she was sniffing around. She stood back up and looked much angrier this time.

"Del Mar Tres!" she yelled.

"What?"

"Your dick smells like Del Mar Tres! The same perfume that trashy white bitch at the restaurant was wearing!"

"Uhh..."

"You let that bitch give you a blowjob?!!!" she yelled. "At my birthday dinner?!!!"

Before Andre could say anything else, Naomi jumped on top of him and began hitting him with her small fists. It didn't hurt a big guy like Andre that much, but he didn't want to fight back either.

She screamed every form of obscenities she could think of at him, mostly about his manhood, and continued hitting him. Andre got away from her and knew he had to get out of her apartment right away. He grabbed his clothes as he ran to the front door, all the while Naomi hitting him as best she could. She knew she wasn't hurting him much, but it still made her feel better letting out her anger against him.

Andre didn't bother getting dressed; he just took his clothes and ran naked out the door.

"Don't ever come near me again, or I'll cut your nuts off, you piece of shit!" Naomi yelled at him before slamming the door in his face.

Andre felt fortunate there was no one else in the hallway but quickly got dressed in case someone decided to come out and investigate the situation. After he got dressed, he walked fast down the hallway to the elevator and got out of the apartment building as fast as he could.

When he got to his car, he called Jenny, and she answered quickly.

"Hey, sweetie," she said.

"Don't sweetie me!" He yelled. "Why did you do that?"

"It was her birthday; I thought she might enjoy some cake," she answered.

"Not the cake, you crazy bitch! What did you do with the lipstick?"

"What are you talking about?" Jenny asked.

Andre explained to her what just happened to him, and Jenny began laughing.

"And you think I set that up?" she asked through her laughter.

"Didn't you?"

"Oh, come on, don't be silly," she said. "I didn't even plan giving you a blowjob tonight; you confronted me in my office, and it was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing."

"Yeah, I guess," Andre said as he thought about his situation some more.

"Also, how would I even know she would give you a blowjob later on? Or that she would even notice such small details? My perfume is not that strong."

Andre admitted to himself it was looking more likely that Jenny wasn't as diabolical as he thought she was and that he was just the bad guy in this whole situation.

"So, things are over between you and Naomi now?" Jenny asked.

"Yeah, looks like it," he admitted with a disappointed tone.

"I'm sorry, she seemed like a great person."

"Yeah, she was," he said, feeling very bad about his situation.

"Let me make you feel better," said Jenny. "I'm getting off early tonight, in about a few minutes actually. How about you come to my place, and I'll help you forget all about her?"

"Damn, girl, what is wrong with you?" he asked. "I just got my ass dumped, and you want to get into my pants already."

"Are you saying no?"

Andre thought about it for a moment. He knew he should just go home, but he just couldn't help himself.

"I'll meet you at your place in fifteen minutes," he answered.