The Restaurant

Content Warning: This story contains themes of public sex, public exposure and humiliation, dominance and submission, group sex, orgies, lactation and adult breastfeeding, implied consent, and unprotected sex scenarios.

She wasn't really sure what to expect, but this wasn't it.

He had told her that he had a big surprise planned, and to wear the special panties he'd bought her. She had happily complied and as soon as the material touched her body, she responded with heightening arousal. She knew wearing them would please him, and suspected he would want her as soon as he arrived. For several minutes she sat happily in her living room in nothing but the panties, waiting longer for him to arrive. When he did, however, he kissed her gently and told her to get dressed, that they were going to dinner.

She had made a displeased face at this, and wondered why he'd asked her to wear the panties if they weren't going to fuck. She voiced this very concern and he simply kissed her on the forehead and said the words: "Be patient, my sweet." She melted at this, her pussy throbbing with desire at his voice, his demeanor, and the soft confidence of those warm lips on her forehead. She was his, and he knew how to play her like a finely tuned instrument.

So here they were now, in a crowded local restaurant being seated at a booth. The restaurant wasn't particularly fancy, but had a reputation for good, affordable food and a capacity of around 100 or so people. The waitstaff was efficient, polite, and easy on the eyes she had to admit. She watched them go about their business while the hostess seated them, her arousal making their pretty faces more noticeable than they would have been otherwise.

They were dressed well for a night out. He, wearing a pair of slacks that hugged his thighs and ass nicely, and a long-sleeve knit cotton shirt with the sleeves pulled partly up his muscular forearms and his chest hair peeking over the v-neck. Her, in a thigh-length, somewhat form fitting black dress with a low back that showed a good amount of her soft shoulders and back, and a deep neckline that displayed a modest, but lovely, amount of cleavage.

He would often pick out her clothes, but tonight had requested she choose something and she felt that he'd respond... well... to her choice. As they sat down at the booth she chose to test her choice by leaning forward in the seat and positioning her cleavage directly in his line of sight. She laid her elbows on the table and arched her back slightly, watching his jaw tighten ever so slightly as he tried to focus on the specials the hostess was offering. She felt sweet satisfaction at knowing her breasts were providing a delightful distraction, and that she could seize and keep his attention when she wanted. However, after the hostess left to get their drink order in, he did not reach over and begin fondling her under the table, which is something he often did when she teased him. She frowned, feeling some disappointment as she wondered why he was acting like this.

The night continued uneventfully, at least in her mind as she sat in her specially chosen underwear waiting for the revelation of what filth he had planned for her. They talked about their day and upcoming events, laughed and flirted mildly, but every physical advance she made or every attempt at fishing out the purpose of the night were met with resistance and a closed-lip request for patience. She was quickly losing what little patience she had and was starting to become very annoyed with him.

She was trying very hard to listen intently to his mundane conversation about next week's appointments when the waiter (a tall, muscular young man with darker skin, wavy black hair, and very gentle brown eyes) finally brought their meal. As she thanked him and began to eat she noticed her partner immediately requested two boxes to go. She held her fork above the pasta as she still chewed on her first bite, her brows knitting in confusion and annoyance. She asked him if they were leaving. He smiled that annoyingly coy smile of his, gentle and yet sinister in its own way, and said: "Not just yet, but don't eat enough to be full." She blushed intensely, her annoyance melted away, and she felt warmth grow between her legs again. He only ever asked her not to fill up if he was planning to fill her up.

Her impatience and annoyance continued to evaporate as the dinner continued. She knew she was going to get fucked and couldn't wait to be done eating so they could leave and do whatever he had planned.

She felt his hand under the table on her thigh as they both finished another bite. She paused and looked at him with deep lust as she felt his warm hand push further up her leg and against the special panties she'd worn for him. She felt an ache deep in her body as her mind begged him to slide a finger past the material to feel her wetness, to run his finger up and down her swollen, sensitive lips before diving into her. As if he had read her mind, she felt his fingertip pull aside the cotton and begin sliding against her swollen, aching, soaking labia. She moaned gently, but audibly, as she felt the warm digit push inside. Her hands clenched at the tablecloth and her fork as one knuckle stretched her slightly open, then two, as the finger slid easily with her wetness down to the base. Her eyes closed as she lost focus and almost dropped her fork, but his other hand quickly moved to wrap his strong fingers around her weakening ones as he continued to push his finger in and out of her. "Take another bite... you're drawing attention..." she heard his calm voice say to her as she struggled to open her eyes and maneuver her fork into the pasta for another bite. She failed miserably as another finger entered her and the fork fell to the table with a clatter.

She blushed hard, embarrassed, certain he'd have to pull his fingers out and try to look as if they were just eating and had a clumsy moment. However, that embarrassment quickly turned to fear, and then intense arousal as she realized he wasn't stopping. At least three tables had turned to them at the sound of her clattering fork and yet there he was, looking directly at her with his piercing eyes while he pushed a third finger into her dripping pussy, filling it up and making it even harder for her to hold any composure.

This was his plan, she realized, as at least eight people watched him finger her right in the middle of the restaurant. None of them turned away and she wondered if he had arranged it in advance, as they were sure to get kicked out if he hadn't. But no one raised an objection, the other patrons simply continued to eat as they watched him press into her over and over with his strong fingers. She struggled hard to stay quiet, not sure what would happen as her breathing became ragged and the knowledge that all of these people knew exactly what he was doing to her brought her closer to orgasm. She gasped as he curled his fingers upward, pressing two of them against her g-spot and rubbing it hard as she pounded her hands on the table to stabilize herself. The sound brought more attention as the conversations around them faded, and she bore down hard, trying to stop the coming tide of an orgasm she felt building within her.

She failed.

She couldn't contain it, and cried out in pleasure, doing her best to mute it but unable to prevent the moan from elevating above any other sound in the restaurant. It washed over her in front of a good twenty or so people now looking directly at her, including the handsome waiter who had brought their food. She was so intensely aroused, confused, scared, and embarrassed that she didn't know whether to pull away and try to hide or to just accept the consequences and ride the orgasm as long as he'd let her.

She had just decided to ride the orgasm when he took the choice away from her. She groaned in surprise as his fingers pulled out and left her empty, with the cool air against her inflamed pussy making the transition even more jarring. She opened her eyes and was shocked to see him on his feet and coming to her side, his hand then pressing hard against her neck, her juices sliding along her own flesh as it dripped from his fingers. She felt his grip tighten and command her, and even though he didn't utter a word she stood as he ordered with a slight lifting of his hand on her neck.

She was on display, he was holding her there, with her own pussy juices dripping down her neck and onto her cleavage as he showed her intense need to the entire restaurant. Every single face in the establishment was now watching the scene unfold, and she could tell from his shallow breaths that his cock was rock fucking hard in this scene he'd created. She soon had confirmation of that as he pressed his body against hers and kissed her deeply, his thick lips pressing against hers as his strong hand held her fast and his hot cock pulsed against her leg through his pants.

Then she was weightless. Her eyes popped open again in surprise as she felt herself moving through the air and saw the ceiling right before she felt the impact of her body hitting the table. It was hard, as hard as they'd played at home and more surprising in this setting. She wasn't ready, she hadn't prepared, and she felt the wind knocked out of her. It was intense, powerful, and almost made her cum while she struggled for air. She knew this meant he was going to take her, here and now, in front of everyone in this restaurant.

She felt his firm hand still on her neck as the other hand pulled the top of her dress to her right, her breast falling free in the open, her nipple hard and throbbing against the cool air as eyes glided over their bodies on the table. She watched him as his hand worked her dress up and her panties were exposed, the bright, shiny words "Breed me" unmistakable in the bright, festive lighting.

She came, right then and there, crying out with the powerful orgasm as she felt the pressure on her neck and his desperate motions to free his cock while she lay exposed for the slut she was to an entire restaurant full of strangers. The orgasm had barely begun to subside when she felt him enter her. His throbbing cock was as hard as she'd ever felt it, burning hot with passion as he drove it into her over and over, pounding her cervix with each thrust as if he were desperate to fuck her very womb and fill it directly with his seed. He fucked her over and over, driving her harder and deeper as his hot mouth found her breast and his hand relented on her neck, using it now for balance as he railed her in front of men and women alike. She felt like the perfect slut, serving him by being his fucktoy anywhere, anytime, with anyone watching. Only a small portion of her mind even tried to bring up the potential consequences of this act, and it was completely driven away as her body shuddered through the pleasure of each thrust.

Then she felt something new, something unexpected. A hand had grasped her other breast, removing it from the dress and massaging it firmly with strong, smooth fingers. She opened her eyes, smiled at her man, and then looked to his side to see the handsome waiter, transfixed by her breast as he handled it. She smiled even wider as his eyes made contact with hers. She could see the lust there, the desire, but also the caution. She wanted desperately to tell him it was okay, she wanted him to touch her, but she turned to her man to make sure. She needn't have, because his free hand shot out to the young man's and pressed it hard against her breast, making it ache with the pressure as some of her milk began to leak. She heard him say one word to the waiter: "Drink."

She came again.

The young man's hot mouth was inexperienced and not nearly as practiced as her man's was, but with both of them latched to her and swallowing her milk there in front of dozens of onlookers, she could barely contain her joy as her nerves shot hot fire through her body. The pleasure was so intense it began to hurt and she was seconds away from asking them to stop when she felt it, the shuddering of her man's body and the stiffening of his muscles as he filled her with his hot, thick, creamy cum. His voice was loud, and deep as he cried out and bred her like the little slut she was right there, in front of everyone. Her mind swam again as her body shook with another orgasm, her defeated cervix pulling open slightly as his cum pushed further into her, and she desperately hoped, with what little of her mind still functioned, that she would get pregnant from this event... even if it meant being pregnant in jail.

She felt him pull out, his still-hard cock pulsing as it exited her, tracing a line of cum and her juices across the table as he backed a little away from her freshly bred body. She lay in bliss for a second, looking at the brightly colored ceiling tiles above her as she just indulged the moment, not sure what to expect next.

Then she saw the young waiter's face and bare chest enter her field of view. She smiled again at him, her eyes closing and her head rolling back as she felt his thick, hot cock slide clumsily against her thighs before pushing abruptly, but easily into her slick, relaxed hole. She cried out, as he pushed all the way into her, his eyes already rolling back as he felt her perfect pussy milking him like a machine. He thrust in once, twice, and three times, his breath coming in short gasps as he slowly got his rhythm and began fucking her deeply. She wrapped her legs around him, pulled him deep with each thrust, and was nearly pulled from the moment when she felt another hand on her body, softer, smaller, and gentler as it traced the lines of her still wet neck and collarbone.

A middle-aged woman appeared in her field of vision as the waiter fucked her, her hair a light brown with a few minor streaks of gray, and a round face with lustful eyes and deep red lipstick. The woman's hands traced her neck and collarbone a few more times before venturing down to her breasts. The woman leaned over her from above and she blushed as the woman's own ample bosom pressed against her cheeks through a thin blouse. She moaned out as the woman squeezed milk from her bouncing breasts and heard herself beg, out loud, for the woman to let her suck the woman's breasts. The woman smiled serenely and obliged, putting her hands deep within her own blouse to pull forth massive, veiny breasts. She eagerly took one in her mouth and began sucking and liccking as the middle-aged woman worked some magic on her body while the young waiter unloaded into her. The waiter fell on top of her, his strength sapped as his cock throbbed once, twice, and two more times, shooting thick streams of cum into her. She came again, realizing another man had filled her and her chances of impregnation had increased even more.

She felt more hands, then mouths, touching and kissing her, sucking her and licking her as her body slowly became the main attraction of the night. She looked for her partner but could not find him in the sea of faces and bodies, many of them undressing and joining the fray. She loved this, but she needed him as she felt another cock enter her. She could not stop this, and didn't know if he wanted it to go this far, and she wasn't sure she did either. The fear began to creep up as the loss of control seemed ever more palpable. She felt a woman grind her pussy against her own and her mouth forced open as a cock entered it. She felt hands and mouths massaging and sucking every inch of her body as her clothes disappeared, ripped from her body by desperate, eager hands as more people fucked and used her.

The pleasure and fear grew in equal measure until she was about to scream, unsure what to do and scared that something was going wrong. Then she felt it. His hand, warm and perfect, strong and steady, grasped hers through the crowd and everything was right. He was there, he wanted this, and she wanted this too. She saw him push through the crowd, his naked body brushing against others as he came to her side and rolled her to the side on the table. She felt her wet and throbbing pussy pressed against another woman's as they scissored on their sides and pushed into it when she felt his hands spread her ass cheeks and his tongue enter her throbbing hole. She knew what this meant and moaned around the cock in her mouth as he rimmed her in preparation..

She felt him enter her a second time, his cock pushing slowly into her well-prepared ass as the woman pulled away and another set of fingers entered her pussy. She felt full as they fucked her and the man in her throat came hard, pushing more cum into her body while her partner fucked her ass passionately and a crowd of people used her body to relieve their needs. She felt him press close against her, his body stiffening and his cock driving as deep as it could, her ass grinding against his hips as he came in her. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her and one hand resting on her throat as her ass and pussy both squeezed tightly to get all of the cum they could. He held his cock in her and pulled her head back genty to whisper in her ear: "I love you... happy anniversary..."

She came again. Unable to control herself at the somewhat mundane, but ultimately perfect statement he'd made while man after man, and woman after woman fucked and used her body while he held her still, safe in his arms. The entire restaurant used her, fucked her, bred her, and milked her until she could take no more. She begged him to let it be over, and needed a break as her exhausted body was overwhelmed with sensation. He smiled at her, kissed her gently and ended it by waving off the guests, all of them breaking away from her and entertaining themselves with each other instead.

She didn't know how long had passed after that gentle kiss, but the crowd dispersed and people redressed and began leaving the restaurant. But not the two of them, he laid her down flat on the table, placed a rolled up towel under the back of her head, and dressed himself. She remained exposed, dripping cum from every hole and milk from each breast as she lay upon the table, no one else in the restaurant but the two of them.

He pulled up a chair and sat between her legs. He slowly unfolded a napkin as she lay in anticipation. He placed it gently in his lap, laid her gently onto her back, arranged his silverware on each side of her hips, and then slowly bent down, pressing his lips firmly against her pussy before he began to lick her. And so he finished with dessert.