Hot Waiter Fucks Me in the Restaurant Bathroom While My Lover Watches

I step into the suburban restaurant, heart pounding. Xavier’s already there, on a banquette, eyes locked on me. I pick a table close, face to face. Order a cocktail, say I’m waiting for someone. My mini iridescent dress hugs every curve, sheer enough to hint at the black stockings, garter straps peeking through. Heels spike high, calves flexed tight. Balconnet bra pushes my full tits up, ready to spill. Makeup screams slut – devour men on sight.

Guys stare, devour me with eyes, but no one bites. Half hour drags. My phone buzzes – Xavier. ‘No luck, babe. Let’s eat here.’ Disappointed, but fine. Server comes, I order, mention the no-show. He grins: ‘I’ll take care of you, forget the sadness.’ Tall, built, bit young. Cute.

The Approach

He brings my plate, eyes glued to my cleavage. I lean back, uncross legs slow. Skirt rides up, dark band of my stockings shows. Drop my napkin. He dives, I spread wide. His face inches from my crotch – lace thong barely covers my wet pussy. He freezes, stares. Message received, dummy.

He stands, glances around. Only Xavier sees, smirking, hard under the table. Room empties. Server’s bulge strains his pants. I order coffee, lock eyes like a bitch in heat: ‘Where’s the bathroom?’ He points. Brush his cock with my arm passing. Feel his gaze burn my ass. I’m soaked, throbbing.

Fix makeup in the dim light. Click – lights out. Hands from behind slam me against the sink. Mouth on my neck, biting, sparks fly. Rough hands grab tits, yank them out, squeeze hard. Think it’s Xavier, bend forward, brace. Skirt flips up, his clothed dick grinds my ass. Zipper rasps, hot bare cock slides my crack. Pushes me down, I arch.

Fingers rip thong aside, plunge into my dripping cunt. Pinch clit, twist – I’m gushing. Condom tears open. Gland probes, slams in deep. Fills me full, hips pound. Love it. Pulls out sudden. Frustrated, I push back. Tip at my ass now. Slick, pushes. Hands grip, yanks me onto him. Stretches my hole wide, no mercy. Moan sharp, but fuck, it feels huge, perfect. Balls deep, slaps my cheeks.

The Explosion

Lights flick on. Mirror shows – not Xavier. The hot waiter, pounding my ass frantic. Cunt floods more, hand dives to rub clit. Door swings – Xavier enters, grinning. Waiter sees, doesn’t stop. Rams harder, slaps my cheeks red. I turn, Xavier’s cock out, stiff. Mouth opens wide, swallows him deep.

Trapped between cocks. Ass reamed raw, throat fucked. Bodies slap wet, grunts fill air. His sweat mixes with my perfume – musky, intoxicating. Days of buildup? Nah, instant hunger after those glances. I’m their fuckdoll, holes stuffed. Tits mauled, hair yanked. Explode hard, shaking – ass or throat? Both.

They groan, tense. Cum blasts – Xavier floods my mouth, creamy jets I gulp greedy. Waiter pulls out, sprays hot ropes on ass, pussy, stockings. Slides cock between thighs after, milking last drops.

Lights dim. They zip up, wink, leave. I slump, wrecked. Fix dress, tits back, makeup smears. Stagger out. Room empty, but other servers leer – know I got railed. Xavier gone, waits outside. Waiter: ‘Bill’s paid. At your service, ma’am. Come back soon.’ Voice drips promise. I nod, legs jelly, cum drying sticky. Drive off, buzzing.