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By *ung_london OP Man
over a year ago

London

Continuation of thread Her Birthday Treat (1)

I took Rich’s wrist and pressed his hand firmer on my now well dampened knickers, moving his fingers closer to where I wanted them. He was torn between feeling turned on by the excitement of touching me this way under the restaurant table and anxiety that the waiter would come back and notice.

Which was, I realised, the very risk I wanted us to take. I could see Mirad at the far end of the room and his muscled butt seemed more alluring than I remembered it through the the thin black fabric of his waiter’s trousers. Rich has a sexy arse but it’s more boyish - a cute rounded shape compared to the waiter’s strong hint of muscle power,

I moved Rich’s forefinger just inside me - he knows how to vibrate the tip in a way that’s it some of the intensity of a vigorous tonguing. He also knows how much I love it and he looked at me with a mixture of lust and surprised delight that made me adore him - but also want to push him further.

Rich had his back to the rest of the empty restaurant so he couldn’t see that Mirad had turned to bring us each a small liqueur on the house. As this sexy handsome waiter approached, he couldn’t help but see that his last two customers were getting each other very turned on indeed...

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By *ung_london OP Man
over a year ago

London

The waiter approached our table not quite believing that he could see this young couple having a cheeky finger party in front of him. I gave a genuine moan of pleasure as I pressed Rich’s fingers onto my wet cunt lips so this handsome guy with glasses in his hands knew exactly what he was watching. There was a gratifying twitch in his crotch area - I loved the idea that a guy was getting hard just looking at me. I wanted Rich to keep rubbing my hot hole while this hot guy stares.

But as soon as Rich realised the waiter was there he pulled his hand away, embarrassed. I tried to hold his hand between my legs but he withdrew, trying to look as if nothing had happened.

That’s the thing about Rich - even when he wants something, he won’t necessarily make the moves that are needed. Well tonight my birthday treat was going to be making some moves on his behalf.

‘Everything was OK?’ checked the waiter, placing our liqueurs in front of us. ‘Compliments of the house.’

‘It’s my birthday’ I said, looking the waiter straight in his deep-set dark brown eyes. I took a sip of liqueur then reached over to take Rich’s hand. He tried to give me his left hand, but I wanted the right one - still moist with my juices.

I licked the sweet strong liqueur taste around my lips, making them glisten. Mirad the waiter wasn’t even pretending not to stare. He was agog. And then I lifted Rich’s pussy soaked finger to his own lips. If he had been a bit more sober or guessed what I was about to do, he might have resisted, but I surprised him, moistening his cute male lips with my own taste from his own fingers. And then - making sure the waiter was watching - I slipped his finger between his own lips, making Rich penetrate himself orally in front of this other man.

But before he could resist or protest I had his hand gripped in mine and I pulled it back under the table. And now with the waiter standing between us, unable to hide how erect this little performance was making him, I took my handsome boyfriend’s hand between my legs again - up my dress, pushing aside my knickers and into the stream of arousal this scene was unleashing from me.

With my other hand I gulped a bit more liqueur.

‘You don’t mind me having a birthday treat?’ I asked the waiter. He looked around to check the whole place was empty apart from us. ‘Nice...’ he murmured - a bit unsure what to do next. So I made the decision for him.

I took Rich’s hand away again. I smelt the cunt juice on his fingers. And I held it up to Mirad the waiter.

‘Darling...’ said Rich - he couldn’t believe I was going this far. But my guess was that he also couldn’t help being as turned on as this waiter whose erection was now a rock-hard feature in his tight black trousers.

‘Come on’, I said, lifting Rich’s musky fingers to an inch from this waiter’s handsome, lightly bearded face. And the guy inhaled the aroma of my aroused pussy from my boyfriend’s hand.

I gave Rich a look. You can stop me whenever you want, but if you’re as turned on as I am, just go with it...

And I pressed my boyfriend’s white, cunt-juiced forefinger into the deep black hair of the waiter’s beard. And then I pressed the tip of the finger against his lips. If he wanted a taste of me, this guy was going to have to take another man’s finger in his mouth. Mirad clenched his lips tighter. Oh no - he wasn’t going to let that happen. I tried once again though, a touch more insistently.

‘No?’ I asked this lean sexy waiter, his breathing intense in this deserted restaurant. ‘You’re sure you don’t want to taste me?’

And then he really did surprise me. This fucking gorgeous bloke with his straining dick and muscles quivering beneath his thin white shirt, he looked my boyfriend straight in the eye and ran his tongue around the tip of Rich’s finger. And then he gripped my hand, which held Rich’s wrist, and - staring straight into Rich’s astonished blue eyes the whole time - took his finger between his lips and deep into his mouth, sucking every last sensation of my juices from it on the way. If I was damp before, I was oozing with shocked excitement now as I watched this strange man take my boyfriend’s finger in his moustached mouth.

I had to decide where I wanted things to go next...

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By *ung_london OP Man
over a year ago

London

Mirad had Rich's finger in his mouth, but he was looking straight at me.

'We don't want to be disturbed now, do we?' I said, and Mirad didn't need any more prompting to go and secure the door to the restaurant.

'How far do you want to go with this?' asked Rich, looking anxious yet turned on by the way the night was going.

I put my finger to his lips and - as I used to do when our sex games were a bit more playful - hooked it over his lower teeth to pull him downwards until he was off his chair and kneeling on the restaurant floor. I leaned back against the edge of the table in front of him, and pressed his head against my groin.

As Mirad the waiter returned, I whispered to my boyfriend. 'I know what you want. And it's my birthday...'

I looked straight at the waiter as I directed Rich to hitch up my dress and press his face into me. Soon I could feel his tongue edging its way under my knickers in search of its goal. The waiter stroked the bulge in his trousers, now, and ran his tongue around his own lips. He wanted what my boyfriend was getting.

Once I'd shown Mirad a bit of how deft Rich was at pleasuring me with his tongue (he had my pants pushed aside now and his tongue triggering delicious ripples of pleasure), I took my boyfriend's head away so that the horny waiter could take a look at me, legs spread commandingly, pussy exposed.

'You want me?' The waiter nodded - oh yes. He knelt to the floor of the restaurant so he and Rich were both at eye level with my moist, pink lips. The two men stared up at me.

'Him first.' I pulled Rich up so we was standing next to me. The waiter looked up, puzzled.

'If you want me, you have to look after him too.'

Rich looked at me in shock. What was I doing? But I know him well enough - and even if I didn't, the tenting of his suit trousers was some evidence.

I reached down and unzipped Rich's flies. He was trembling a little. As I reached inside I leaned over and kissed him just behind his ear. 'Just say if you want me to stop, baby.' He was silent. Mirad the waiter knelt in front of us.

With a bit of manoeuvring - Rich's erection was already entangled with his boxers under his trousers - I released my boyfriend's hard white cock out of the gap in his flies. Without hurrying, I flipped his tight balls out into the open too, so Mirad could get his eyes on the full package.

I love Rich's cock and balls - they're a good average size and they're perfectly shaped for great fun - his stiff cock curving upwards to give a little extra treat as it goes on, his tight packed balls humming with spunk.

I put my hand onto the waiter's head. He had thick, dark brown hair that felt luxurious in my fingers. He slightly resisted as I drew his face closer to my boyfriend's erect penis.

'It's OK to stop' I said. 'If this isn't what you want'. 'But we come as a pair.'

The waiter put out his tongue. He licked the top of Rich's cock. Rich looked down at him in astonishment. But also with pleasure, as Mirad's mouth opened over the tip of his cock and slipped down his foreskin, massaging the end with his dark moustached lips. Rich gasped with the shock. And Mirad kept on. He took my boyfriend's rock hard cock in his mouth and then, almost pressed against his trousers, the waiter's eyes looked up. He wanted to see me watching him. If I wanted a show of him giving my boyfriend a blowjob as a condition of letting him give me head too - he was doing what I wanted. I smiled.

And as the horny young waiter started to work Rich's cock back and forth between his lips, I could see he was enjoying himself as well.

But I hadn't reckoned on what else would happen before my birthday treat was over...

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By *atchfordbiMan
over a year ago

Warrington

God dont stop now mmmmm

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By *ung_london OP Man
over a year ago

London

As I watched the waiter take my boyfriend’s cock in his mouth, I raised one of my legs up to the table. As Mirad knelt on the restaurant floor he could see across up my dress to where my hand was rubbing myself through my soaking knickers.

‘Is he sucking you well?’ I asked. Rich smiled over to me, still a bit in shock about the way this birthday meal had developed.

Staring my boyfriend in the eye, I took the waiter’s hand and ran it up my legs. He deserved a little treat from me, for servicing my boyfriend so well.

Mirad was in a hurry to get his fingers to my damp cunt so I had to control his hand, slowing him down. I made him massage the top of my thighs, right on the inside, up under my skirt. His fingers pressed me, picking up the rhythm with which he was orally massaging Rich’s cock.

I brought Rich’s hand down between my legs too and let both men massage the cleft between my legs as one sucked hungrily on the other. From the look on Rich’s face he wasn’t going to hold out much longer - the waiter clearly gave an effective blowjob and fingering my wet pussy at the same time was bringing him close to the edge. Time to shift things around a little.

‘OK, both of you on your knees now.’ Rich and the waiter complied, as I raised my other foot onto a chair so these two handsome young guys were staring straight between my legs. I pulled my now sodden knickers to one side to give them a clear view of my pussy lips.

‘Closer’. They obediently drew closer so that their heads almost touched as they stared between my legs.

‘Kiss. Then you can lick me.’ The shock on their faces made me smile. Would they be up for that?

Mirad made the first move. He turned his face to my boyfriend and ran his tongue across his cheek towards his lips. Fuck, I hadn’t expected quite how horny this would be. Mirad’s darker skin against Rich’s pale complexion, the waiter’s moustache brushing my boyfriend’s smooth cheek. Rich looked up at me - would this really turn me on? I smiled, full of love for this guy who really wanted to make my birthday special. Rich turned his head and opened his mouth to take the waiter’s tongue.

I reached out and pulled the two heads against my groin. As they kissed, I pressed my cunt against their entwined faces, letting them feel the hot, damp lust they were bringing out in me.

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