We were being watched. Neither of the guys could see this. Mirad the waiter was on his knees, giving my boyfriend’s rock hard cock oral, enthusiastically gazing across at me stroking and pinching my tits, my tongue flicking at my upper lip to signal to this hot Bosnian guy how fucking horny this threeway had got me.
Rich my gorgeous boyfriend was even more aware how turned on I was - he had his head between my legs, tongue massaging my cunt lips, dripping now from the oral worship he was giving me. He reached out to press the waiter’s head down on his cock, and his whole body spasmed with the thrill of it - his excitement seeming to shoot straight to the point his tongue hit my clit. I don’t know how long I’d been riding his face in horned up ecstasy before I saw the three of us were not alone.
Across the locked restaurant, in the dim light filtering in from the streetlight outside, a figure watched in stillness. I recognised the restaurant owner - a quiet, unflashy guy who must have been around sixty years old, in a dark suit and open-necked shirt. I’d noticed him earlier in the evening when the place was busy, discreet, polite, attentive to his regulars. He stared across at this mini orgy taking place on his premises.
Mirad the waiter had his head pushed down on my boyfriend’s cock. My boyfriend Rich had his head beneath and between my legs. So it was only the manager and I who could see each other across the other empty tables.
I suppose under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have looked at the manager in the way I did now. He was well-preserved, handsome - the kind of guy whose bone structure retains old style movie hero looks - like something out of a black and white movie. We stared at each other.
Rich and Mirad had quickly done what I wanted - I was used to the way young men horny in my presence would be turned on to do pretty much whatever they thought would please me. But with this older man something different flowed between us - a fierce battle of wills. I could feel an intense rage in him - affront that his territory, his restaurant, was a place for some kind of debauched frenzy like this threesome. But there was something else here - a self-made guy who just have grown up when - the seventies? He was looking at me like a guy who wanted a woman to treat him like a man - like *the* man.
Was he going to kick us out? Call the police? Did he think he had all the power here. I looked straight across and into the older man’s eyes. As I looked at him, I lifted my breasts, luxuriating in the erotic feelings flowing through me as I was physically and visually pleasured by my boyfriend and the waiter. What extra was this man able to offer me?
The restaurant owner gazed at my breasts, the smooth flesh cupped in my hands, offering them to his touch if he had the guts to make the move. He crossed the room, reached round my body and took my breasts confidently yet caressingly in his large hands. He slipped his fingers beneath them, cupping them with a firm touch that was part massage, part lift, feeling the way my body rose and fell with the waves of pleasure that came from the passionate tongue job my boyfriend Rich was giving my hot, wet cunt. Across the table from us, the young waiter gasped as Rich pushed his head down on his cock, while he tried to keep his eyes on my near naked body - now caressed from behind by his boss’s large, hairy hands.
The boss stretched out a thumb to stroke my nipple as he massaged my breast. Fucking hell - it was so sensitive from the physical and visual stimulation that the shock of even a gentle touch sent waves through me. The older man leaned in and kissed my neck - again his touch was decisive yet gentle. The two young men were wilder in their thrusts - Rich’s tongue in my pussy, Mirad throating my boyfriend’s dick in hungry gulps - which was exciting enough. But now this older man was handling my body with a sensuous, experienced confidence. Three men fixated on my pleasure.
I reached behind me as the restaurant owner gently, confidently rotated his thumbs on the tips of my hard, aroused nipples. I felt the material of his suit tenting at the strain of his erection.
The older man, his face behind my ear, his tongue lovingly caressing the side of my neck, let out a moan of pleasure as my fingers brushed his hard cock through his suit trousers. Oh my God. What I could feel was huge. Long, certainly, but what astonished me as I explored his groin with my hand was the thickness... I’ve never thought of myself as particularly bothered by cock size - maybe it was the influence of this particular wild night in the deserted restaurant - but I found myself feeling a kind of uncontrolled almost animal desire. I wanted that man - did I even want the man? - I wanted that cock.
I stepped back from the table. Rich and Mirad looked over at me, unsettled - was it over? Had I had enough? The expression on the young men’s flushed faces, wet with sexual frenzy, was anxious, expectant. I bent down and whispered to my boyfriend. Weirdly, even in this debauched group setting, I felt more passion for Rich than ever. My handsome man who would do anything to make me happy. I kissed him hungrily, tasting my own juices on him and whispered what I wanted to happen next...
A short time later, Rich faced me across the restaurant table. In the events of the evening so far the heavy wooden table had been stripped, and we looked across at each other. He had his shirt off and I felt a surge of desire for my boyfriend’s handsome face and toned, lean body. I’d stripped off my dress too and faced him across the table in just my knickers, pulse starting to race at what we were about to do. I leaned over and kissed him. ‘OK?’ He nodded.
Rich turned to face Mirad the waiter, standing behind him. He lifted himself until he was sitting on the table then leaned back into my arms so I could watch what was about to happen on the other side of the table.
As my boyfriend leaned back on the table, he opened his legs to the waiter. The waiter was ready, and at my signal started to insert a lubed-up finger into Rich’s arse. I felt the shock through Rich’s body as the finger penetrated him, and I gently stroked his head in encouragement. This was something we had explored in the privacy of our bedroom - me fingering him and seeing how he responded. But this was something more - this empty restaurant, the man who was virtually a stranger - pushing his finger deeper inside my boyfriend. Rich let out a little gasp, part pleasure part pain.
‘Do you want him to go on, baby?’ I whispered in my boyfriend’s ear, my pussy tingling at the sight of the black-haired waiter fucking him with his finger. ‘Mm’ he nodded, lost in a wave of new sensations...
I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend’s chest as he leant into me on the table. My breasts touched his back as he reclined, his body now arching back and forth as the waiter inserted two lubed-up fingers into his tight arse, penetrating him in a way that sent shudders through his whole, muscular frame. Each time the dark-haired waiter pushed a little deeper, Rich let out a moan, and I quivered every time his body pushed back against my breasts, any touch of his skin against my now intensely sensitized nipples passing the thrill on to me.
I leaned in close to Rich’s ear, looking at the eager expression on the waiter’s face as he jerked his dark, hairy cock with his free hand. “Ask him to fuck you”, I whispered to my boyfriend. “Tell him I want to see his cock inside you.” I turned Rich’s face to mine and kissed him deep and hard. I could taste the mixture of his mouth, my own juices and the waiter’s pre-cum, all smeared across his handsome lips.
And then another blissful feeling, down between my legs. The restaurant owner had squatted behind me - as I spread my legs for him I could feel a rough, moist tongue lapping at the top of my thighs. With a little moan of delight I pushed out my arse to let his face deeper into me, and felt his greedy tongue stretch to try and reach its goal.
“Please, baby. For my birthday.” Rich nodded, dazed by the mental and physical sensations overwhelming him. I caressed his chest as I felt his firm body press up against mine. “You know I want to see.”
Rich murmured, his eyes looking up at the restaurant ceiling. He was in an almost trance-like state of arousal. I licked my hand, sticky threads of saliva lubing it up, and reached down for Rich’s rock hard erection. He flinched at the shock as I gripped it and started to jerk him, as I had done so many times when we were alone. And now here we were in this deserted restaurant with the old owner lapping at the edge of my pussy from the floor beneath me, and the handsome young waiter sliding a condom into his own long, thin dark hairy cock.
“Tell him what you want” I whispered to my boyfriend as I massaged his erection, hard and wet with sweat, pre-cum and my saliva.
“Fuck me,” whispered Rich. Mirad the waiter leaned in - he genuinely had not heard what had been said. Urged on by me, my boyfriend spoke louder, clearer in the otherwise empty room.
“Fuck me. I want your cock. Fuck me hard...”
And as I watched the smiling waiter bring the tip of his slicked-up cock to enter between my boyfriend’s arse cheeks, I leapt with a shock of my own - as the owner’s tongue at last found its way to my cunt and began to pleasure me from beneath...
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