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We walk in to a dark resturaunt. Sir hands the keys to a man by the door, who swiftly hops in the vehicle and drives off.

Valet service? This isn’t our typical night out.

We enter the restraunt and a waitress escorts us to a plush, red booth. It’s one of those sleek round booths that you and someone else can nuzzle up into. There’s a lively piano playing somewhere towards the back, but all I can see is Sir inviting me to sit with him in the nook of the booth. I slide in and scotch to sit next to him. His hand clasps on my thigh, and I instantly relax. His hand comforts me.

A waitress comes up to our table and asks what we want to drink. We put in our drink orders, and Sir requests a cheese board that would pair well with our drinks. They ramble on about cheese and prepared meats for a while before she runs off to grab us something to peck at while we browse the menu.

There are no prices on this menu. That’s how you know we are not in Kansas anymore, Toto. That means everything is too expensive here to consider.

The waitress returns with a smattering of drinks and finger foods, and Sir says he is ready to order. I fumble and try to discover something looks good while he orders. He’s getting a steak, sounds about right. He loves red meat, normal man that way.

“For you miss?” She asks.

“Can I get-” suddenly I feel an intense vibration between my legs. I gasp, then I realize the waitress is right in front of me. I look up, the blush spreading to my freaking toes as I lock eyes with her. She’s smirking.

“Miss?” She asks again. Does she realize?

“Ah, uh can I get a uh salmon? Dinner?” I have to take a breath.

“What sides miss?” She asks, still smirking.

“Uh can I uh…” I lose my thoughts. The vibrating isn’t stopping.

“Baby girl, tell the pretty woman what you’d like.” He whispers in my ear, breath warm on my ear. How can I fucking think about food with all of this happening? She’s watching him torture me. Right in front of her eyes.

“Rice. Veg…vegetables.” I struggle to say it seeing that he bumps up the speed. A devious look spreads across her face.

“What kind of vegetables miss? We have corn, broccoli, carrots, or a fall mix?” She asks.

Just give me fucking something. Stop torturing me more!

“Carrots please.” I blurt out quickly.

“Did you want honey glazed or steamed?” She asked, I’m losing my patience and close to an orgasm.

“Either!” I half shout, and as I do, the vibration stops. A couple nearby turns to look at me, my face flushes again. I look down. “Please.” I mumble.

“Oh baby girl, that was rude, apologize to the waitress!” Sir says, loud enough for her to hear. I glance at him, he’s serious.

“I’m sorry.” I mumble.

“No no, look her in the eyes. Tell her you’re sorry.” He says, reaching up to my neck. I turn to look at him.

“I don’t think-” he grabs a fistful of my hair and makes me look up at her. Our eyes lock.

“Apologize.” He demands.

“I’m sorry.” I say to her softly. His grip on my hair loosens and he moves his hand down to rest on my lower back. The woman looks satisfied and rushes off to put the order in. I look at him. “Sir! Why would you do that to me? In public?” I ask quickly, embarrassed.

“Oh baby girl, look around.” I raise an eyebrow. “Baby girl? Orders?” He means I have to follow orders. These are our rules. I look around at the couples sitting at other tables. A woman at a table nearby has her breasts pulled out from her dress, there are clover clamps dangling from her nipples. The man beside her grabs one of them, and gently yanks on it while she sips her wine. She jumps, and it spills down her chin, dripping between her breasts. He leans over and licks the red streak off her skin. A shiver runs down my spine, and I realize while I’ve been watching, Sir has snuck his hand up the bottom of my dress. “I brought you here to share you with these stunning people. We will eat our appetizer, and the second course baby girl will be YOU.” He kisses my neck and I feel my toes curl up.

As he kisses again, the toy between my legs turns on again. I instinctively snap my legs together, but Sir pulls them aside with his strong hands. The couple who I surprised earlier has turned their eyes on me. They look under the table, then up to watch my face as Sir kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear. A small groan escapes my lips. I bit the bottom lip in an effort to oppress the noise. “Baby girl, don’t hold back. Let them know how you’re feeling.” He whispers in my ear. I realize my eyes has been closed, so I open them back up to see the couple watching us. I see Sir’s hand pop up above the table and he waves the couple over. The two of them stand quickly and rush over to slide into our booth. The woman slides in next to me. She has on a green button up and black slacks. Her red hair is tied up in a neat bun. She looks stunning. One of her hands finds the thigh Sir is not holding, and she helps spread my legs aside. I cannot withstand the vibrations now, cannot even squeeze my legs to try to ease off the tension. The vibrator is on top of my clit, buzzing away while Sir kisses my ear. I look over at the woman, whose lips crush into mine. I’ve never kissed a woman, but her lips are so soft I melt right into them. Sir bumps the speed up, and I jolt against their hands. Fuck this feels so good. Both of their hands holding me wide open.

A feel their hands slide up my hips and hook onto the cheekies panties under my dress. The panties slip off easily, and Sir stuffs them in the woman’s breast pocket. “A souvenir for later.” He tells her. Her partner moves slightly out of the booth, and her hand leaves my thigh. As it does, Sir stops the machine all together. Thank God, I wondered these two were gonna kill me.

As that wondered crosses my mind, the redheaded woman slips under the table. I open my mouth to ask what is happening, her Sir and her partners hands pull open my legs. They are both very strong. As I process the two people with their hands on my thighs, I feel hands wrap around my hips and pull me to the edge of the booth. Is she-

The toy that was once rattling inside me is removed. I moan loudly, not expecting her to be going after me. I hear Sir chuckle. The woman’s partner, an androgynous person wearing all black, adjusts so they can place my hand in their lap holding onto their thigh. Their hands keep my wrist in place, palm planted firmly on the top of their thigh. Their mouth moves close to my ear while their partner eats me out below the table. “Finger me.” They whisper softly in my ear. I nod, reaching over to unzip their pants but that job is already done. The red head must have started this journey before they came over.

As I’m trying to process all of this, the woman below the table inserts her fingers into my pussy. I gasp aloud, and Sir grabs my other wrist and places it around his cock. I grasp it firmly and start to play with the two people on my sides. The red head swirls her tongue around my clit, making me gasp and moan and wither in place. My eyes flutter open, and I see we have gained a small audience. The waitress is back, her shirt unbuttoned with her breasts out now. She is playing with one nipple while she watches. The couple with the nipple clamped girl is watching too, the man is stroking her ass as they watch. Another woman at the bar has turned to watch me get pleasure, sipping on her martini.

I should feel embarrassed that this many people are watching me, but I just feel excited. I feel proud almost. “Sir?” I manage to gasp. This is usually how I would tell him I am close.

“Oh cum as much as you want. We are going to use you regardless of how many times you do or dint finish.” The wondered of being used by these people in this room sends me over the edge, I gasp and peak, my toes shaking gently. As I come down, the redhead comes above the table. She sits on my lap and begins to kiss me, my hands still tangled in the pants of our partners. She rocks her hips as she kisses me, pulling me by the neck deeper into our kiss. I kiss back, and suddenly she is tugging at my hair. I groan and welcome the tugging as the makes a line of kisses down to my neck. She begins to suck of my neck, a weakness of mine. I am transported to another fucking planet.

That is when I hear the rattle of hooks, and I notice my hands are now shackled to the wall above me.

Sir pulls my dress above my hips, and exits the booth, his cock standing out of his zipper. Glad he’s enjoying this too! He moves the table out of the way and the redhead gets off me. Her partner and Sir both grab my legs, and carefully cuff them to the outsides of the round booth. I am exposed for everyone to see. My pussy is exposed to my growing audience. He turns to the crowd.

“Would anyone else like a turn with my whore?”

NSFW: yes

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