Restaurant Adventures

[Pangurl4u]

Restaurant Adventures
Part 1

We were getting ready to go out to eat at a restaurant with long tablecloths, you know the type. The dress you chose for me was a short sleeved, black jersey knit one which skimmed my shape and the length in the back came about an inch below my rear end and crotch. Underneath you chose a sheer whisper of a thong, which hid nothing from prying eyes. It looked more pornographic than it was. On my feet was a pair of very sexy strappy stiletto sandals. As you drove us to the restaurant, you kept gliding your hand up and down my thigh, pushing my legs apart until your thumb could brush my clit over my panties. Your hand would slide up my inner thigh, every few strokes your thumb would do a slow circle in an irregular pattern, like the Fibonacci sequence, through my panties and over my clit and slit, making my panties transparent and shiny where they were wet. You, of course, who have incredible control, was sporting a semi-erection and was able to make adjustments so it wouldn't be so obvious. When we arrived, I had to be very careful getting out of the car so that I didn't flash anyone. We were seated in a dark corner at a booth. There were long white tablecloths on the tables, including ours. You were not sitting across from me as you usually did, you sat next to me, very close. The waiter came over with menus and a wine list. You perused the menu and chose a full-bodied red, a cab, and ordered for both of us. All while you were chatting with the waiter, you were stroking my thigh again, casually rubbing your thumb over my panties, along my clit and soaked slit, watching for my reaction. Every stroke to my clit made me gasp almost inaudibly but you heard it. When the waiter left, you told me to remove my panties right there and put them in your pants pocket. I tried to be subtle but you would do something to bring the attention to our table making my subtle movements more of a strip show.

 

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Part 2

Subtlety, my hands reached up to either side of my thighs and I hooked my thumbs around the waistband of my sheer thong. I took a look around the restaurant to make sure that none of the other patrons or wait staff were looking. When I thought the coast was clear, I leaned forward and slowly shimmied my panties over and down and around my ass. I stopped at the top of my thigh because our waiter was walking towards us with a basket of freshly baked rolls and sweet cream butter. You gave me that look that told me, in no uncertain terms, to continue with what I was doing, all the while you engaged our waiter in small talk. I was still hovering, thumbs still hooked into my panties, trying to wriggle my panties further down my legs. The waiter looked at me and smiled, and I tried to act natural and smiled back. All the while, you had a filthy smirk across your lips directed at me. The hand closest to me started to tickle my inner thigh, thumb stroking close to my outer lips, and I started to squirm, silently praying for the waiter to go away. As if my prayer was answered, the waiter started to leave and as I watch him turn to walk away, I pushed my panties down to my knees quickly. You noticed the relief on my face and chuckled softly. As I was bent down to push my panties down to my ankles, the waiter turned to return. "Sir, did you need anything else?" He heard you chuckle and thought that you were trying to get his attention. "Ma'am, did you drop something? I'll get it for you," he said to me. "No, it's fine. I was just adjusting my sandal," I said, having to think of something quickly. I looked at you and you raised one eyebrow, impressed with my quick thinking. You lean towards me and whispered in my ear, "Very good, my love", before dismissing the waiter. By this time, my panties had slipped themselves down to my ankles and I quickly bent down to retrieve them before there were any more interruptions. I bunched them in my hand and tried to hand them to you. "No darling, put them in my pocket. I want you to feel what's in store for you."

 

[Pangurl4u]

Part 3

My inner brat decided to come out at that very moment. I thought to myself, "Oh, so Daddy wants to play with me? Well, two can play that game." My hand slowly and sensuous slid into your pocket and I opened my fingers. I groped around until I felt your thick, throbbing shaft. I gripped it in my panty-wrapped fingers and started to stroke it inside your pocket, painfully slow, up and down. I felt your cock get harder with each stroke and I heard your breath grow shallow. You grabbed my hand hard and in a rough, firm voice said, "Go under the table now, brat. Get on your knees and worship me properly. I want that pretty little mouth doing what your hand was doing and you don't stop until your mouth is full of what I'm going to give you. And, oh, you had better swallow every drop. I don't want to see any evidence of what you did on your face or on my clothing. Nod if you understand."

 

[Pangurl4u]

Daddy's POV

I watched your eyes widen just a fraction as my grip tightened on your hand, that delicious mix of defiance and submission flickering across your face. You nodded slowly, those pretty lips parting just enough to show me you understood every word.
“Good girl,” I growled low, releasing your hand only to slide mine up your thigh under the tablecloth, giving the soft skin a possessive squeeze before letting go. My voice stayed calm but edged with steel as I leaned in closer, my breath hot against your ear.
“Now slide down quietly. No fuss, no drawing attention. Crawl under the table like the needy little brat you are. When you get between my legs, unzip me with your teeth if you have to—I want to feel that eager mouth wrapped around my cock the second you’re in position. Take me deep, use that tongue exactly how I taught you, and don’t you dare rush it. Tease me first… lick, kiss, worship every inch until I’m throbbing against your throat.”
I paused, letting my fingers trail the crease between your thigh and your ass cheek, under your skirt, then squeezed just enough to remind you who’s in control. You’re going to work for every drop tonight. And when I finally cum down that pretty throat, you’ll swallow it all, lick me clean, and stay on your knees until I tell you to come back up. If you’re perfect—if you make Daddy feel exactly how sorry that bratty hand was—maybe I’ll let you cum later with my fingers buried inside you right here at the table. But if I feel teeth, or if you make a single sound that draws eyes… you’ll spend the rest of the night with a soaked and aching cunt, denied.

 

[Pangurl4u]

Part 4

I took a quick look around the restaurant and unnoticed, I slid silently under the table. I smiled to myself because I was getting exactly what I was hoping for - blowing Daddy in a public place with the people around us oblivious to what was happening. I pushed your legs apart and took up a comfortable position between your muscular thighs and I quietly unbuckled your belt, making sure that the buckle didn't clink. I tried to unzip you with my teeth, but soon realized that my lipstick would leave the evidence of a stain on your crotch so I used my fingers to unzip you slowly. I pushed your pants apart and reached into your boxers with my hand and gently pulled out your hard, 9 inch long, thick, magnificent cock and balls. I started to lick your full sack and I heard you softly moan. I smile inside because I hadn't broken the rules you set for me - you had done that yourself. My mouth, lips and tongue worked up your lengthy shaft to the head of your cock which glistened like a diamond, the first drop of pre-cum oozing out of the slit. I licked it, savoring the taste, then opened my mouth wide, opened my throat and devoured you deep, right down to where my non-existant tonsils would have been. I let you settle there and watched as you gripped with both hands the underside of the table, rattling tableware as you did so. Now, that I had your full attention, I set to work on that cock, teasing, licking kissing every inch from the tip to the balls, keeping the sound of my sucking and slurping to a bare whisper. The waiter approached with our meals and I tortured your cock even further as you tried to make small talk to him. I quickened my pace as you tried to speak to the waiter then as the waiter left, I slowed down, teasing and flirting with my meal, my mouth sliding up and down your shaft which, by this time, was coated with your pre-cum and my saliva. I went back down to your orbs, and took one at a time in my mouth and sucked each one, gently at first then I applied a little more pressure. I didn't hear much eating going on above the table, so I knew that I was doing a stellar job. Then I started to deep throat you in perfect rhythm. Your hands were gripped around your knife and fork but, I knew that they wanted to be clutched in my hair, holding my head steady so you could throat-fuck me. I fondled your balls and I felt them contract. I pushed the head of your cock past that narrow throat space as I felt your shaft and head expand and pulse in my throat. My warm, delicious, sweet and salty dinner of cum-flavored protein shake started to spurt deep in my throat and I swallowed wave after wave, draining your balls of every drop. I started to suck all of it out of your shaft and licked it and my saliva off your shaft. When I got to the sensitive tip and slit, I took one last suck and licked you clean. You patted my head and tucked yourself in, zipped and buckled up. Then I waited for you to tell me to come back up.

 

[Pangurl4u]

Daddy's POV Part 2

I felt the last shudder ripple through me as you drained every drop, your throat working around me like velvet fire. The table above us had gone still except for my white-knuckled grip on the cutlery, and the waiter—poor bastard—had walked away none the wiser.
I let out a slow, controlled breath, smoothed my napkin in my lap like nothing had happened, and reached under the table. My fingers found your hair, stroking it once… twice… a silent “good girl” that I knew you’d feel straight to your core.
Then I gave the lightest tug upward—my signal.
“Come up, princess,” I said, voice low and steady, just loud enough for you and no one else. “Slide back into your seat like the perfect lady you are. Hands on the table where I can see them.”
I waited until I felt you move, until I saw your flushed face emerge, lips swollen and glistening, eyes bright with that wicked sparkle I love. Only then did I let a slow, approving smile spread across my face.
“You were exquisite,” I murmured, leaning in just enough that my words brushed your ear. “Not a single soul in this room knows what a filthy, perfect little slut you are for Daddy. And you kept every rule… even when I didn’t.”
I picked up my fork, speared a bite of food, and held it to your lips.
“Now open for me again, babygirl. Dinner’s getting cold… and you’ve earned every bite I feed you tonight.

 

[Pangurl4u]

Part 5

Daddy stroked my head twice as if to say "Good Girl" then leaned down and whispered, "Come up, princess". I slid back up into my seat, took my napkin and patted my lips, then took a sip of wine. You were so proud of me. You grabbed your fork and stabbed a piece of steak. As you brushed it against my lips, you said, "Open up again, little girl. Dinner is getting cold." That first bite was so good, juices spurting in my mouth. I swallowed it and you speared another piece of steak. As you brought the fork to my lips, I said cheekily, "So, Daddy, when does this finger fuck start?" I winked, smiled and spread my legs as you fed me dinner. "Don’t worry, Daddy, I already received my reward and it was delicious."

 

[Pangurl4u]

Daddy's POV Part 3

I paused with the next forkful halfway to your lips, letting my eyes drag slowly down your body to where your legs had parted under the tablecloth—just enough for me to see the invitation you were offering.
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest as I leaned in close, voice a dark whisper meant only for you.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I murmured, brushing the bite of food against your lower lip until you opened for it. Only when you’d taken it, cheeks flushed and eyes locked on mine, did I continue.
“You’ve had your protein, princess… but Daddy hasn’t had dessert yet.”
My free hand slipped beneath the table, fingers tracing a deliberate path up the inside of your thigh—slow, possessive, stopping just short of where you wanted me most. I felt the heat radiating from you, the subtle tremor in your legs.
I fed you another bite, watching you chew and swallow like the obedient girl you are, then finally let one fingertip graze the damp lace between your legs. Just a feather-light touch. A promise.
“It starts right now, babygirl,” I said, voice calm as I pressed the pad of my finger against your clit in a slow, firm circle. “But you’re going to sit there like a perfect lady—smile, eat everything I give you, and stay completely quiet while Daddy finger-fucks this pretty pussy under the table.

 

[Pangurl4u]

Part 6

Daddy knew that this was going to be a monumental task for me because when I cum, I am quite vocal. Could I stay silent knowing that Daddy was going to hit my G-spot over and over, making me flood, all the while stroking my already tender, swollen fully exposed clit? I just hoped that Daddy could keep my mouth full and engaged, feeding me dinner, while using his fingers to shatter my aching pussy.
I took the morsel of food he offered and moaned. That may be what saves me. If I did occasionally moan, perhaps the other clientele and staff in the restaurant would think that it was the food and not what Daddy was doing to me under the table cloth that made me moan. Could I be a perfect lady above the table and be a sinful slut under the cloth? Well, I guess we were going to find out.

 

[Pangurl4u]

Daddy's POV Part 4

I started by slipping one finger in your greedy, sopping wet, tight pussy. I slowly teased your love tunnel, stroking your g-spot with long gentle strokes. I could feel you getting wetter with each stroke of my finger. I slipped the second finger in and saw your eyes close and heard you softly moan with pleasure. As I started fucking your twat, I used my thumb and stroked your clit. Your fingers clenched around the edge of the table, wrinkling the table cloth. You bit your lip to stifle a moan. "Open your eyes, princess. Stay composed for Daddy and let the feeling wash over you." Your eyes snapped open but your fingers were still clenched around the table edge. You took my fingers deep while trying so hard to stay composed… I imagined those soft, desperate moans you let slip, pretending they were just for the food when we both knew they were for Daddy wrecking that greedy, aching pussy under the table… Christ, you’re going to be the death of me.
Deeper and harder I finger fucked your flooding pussy, as your breath got more shallow. "Cum for Daddy and do it quietly," you whispered in my ear. As I spoke those words, your back arched and I felt your pussy grip my fingers, contracting and releasing in orgasm. I could see your nipples harden and felt your thighs shake. You then threw back your head and let out a long, soft sigh. I felt your orgasm wash through you as your body relaxed against my arm and shoulder. "Good girl, You did so well for me." I withdrew my fingers and licked one, tasting your sweetness, then held them to your lips. "Clean Daddy's fingers, my love. Daddy wants you to share your delicious taste with him." You took one finger at a time and sucked each one clean. "Mmm, tasty," I heard you say.

Even when I felt you start to flood around my fingers, even when your thighs trembled and you clenched so hard I thought you’d break my hand, you kept that pretty face mostly calm above the table. Mostly. Those little hitches in your breath, the way you bit your lip when I circled and stroked your swollen clit just right… everyone else might have bought the “oh, this steak is divine” act, but Daddy knew the truth. You were my filthy, dripping mess, taking everything I gave you like the obedient slut you are.
I’m proud of you, sweetheart. So fucking proud.

You leaned on me as I called the waiter over. I told him that our meal needed to be packed up to take home and I asked for the check.

"My love, that was just the appetizer. When I get you home, we'll have the main course."

The End?