Dessert!

“Of course, Madame, and will you have anything to drink with your desserts?” he asks, as he continues to sway faintly into my mouth while I move more forcefully. I grind my tongue against his underside, as I slide down, tightening my lips on it.

“I'd like the chilled vanilla coffee, please,” Juno answers, receiving hums of concurrence, as I continue to work on the cock in my mouth. Our server moans softly above me, before turning it into a low hum of quiet, professional acknowledgement.

“Three servings of chilled vanilla coffee,” Rikuto confirms, “Excellent decision. So, is this your first time at Jannacci's? Are you enjoying the atmosphere, and the services? I'm obliged to ask guests I don't recognise for their opinions of the place.”

For a few minutes, Rikuto makes professional conversation with Amy, Enzo, and Juno, while I service his meat underneath the table. One could be forgiven if they forgot I was here, at all, with how professionally Rikuto maintains a conversation.

Finally, Rikuto's cock starts to pulse in my mouth, and I move faster, harder, using my hands to hold him steady. When the pulses reach their crescendo, I slide my way up, clamping my lips around the underside of his crown as Rikuto feeds me.

“Well, I am delighted to hear you are having a good time at our restaurant,” Rikuto says, as I kneel on the cushion, quietly drinking his milk, “I will inform our owner that you've enjoyed yourselves and intending to leave us a favourable Yelp.”

“Absolutely!” Amy says, as I finish drinking from Rikuto, and slide down one more time. I clamp my lips hard around him, then slide back up, drawing out the last vestiges of his release. I lick lovingly, caressing his crown as I lap up his last drops.

Then I slide off, as he gasps softly, involuntarily. I kiss his crown thankfully, then gently tuck him back into his clothes for a second time. He steps back, without looking down at me, keeping his eyes exclusively above me, “I'll fetch your dessert.”

“Thank you, Rikuto,” Amy replies, and I watch him walk away, admiring his features, as Amy's hand returns to my hair, to pull me back to her, “Did you thank him with a kiss, slut?” I know Amy, she'd be disappointed if I hadn't shown gratitude.

“Yes, Amy,” I answer submissively, and she gently caresses my scalp with her fingertips, leaning back against her seat and sighing. I can hear the relaxation in her voice, can see it in her posture as her legs part, Amy resting her feet on my thighs.

“Good faggot,” Amy praises me, and I smile as programmed. Even consciously aware that she programmed me to do so, I'd be unable to stop myself from smiling at it. I hadn't expected she would have brainwashed me to give me what I wanted.

Realistically, I should've. That's who Amy is. Generous and warm, and far more tolerant than most. She didn't belittle me, for my fantasies, for my kinks. When I volunteered, she seized the opportunity to strip me of shame and self-repression.

A few minutes later, Rikuto returns with a tray, and I hear him setting the plates and glasses down. Then he sets the tray down, and crouches down in front of me, with a small bowl of chocolate mousse with streaks of white resting on top of it.

“I would never be on the floor like this, as you are,” Rikuto says to me, handing me the bowl, “but you are valid. You are beautiful. Your mouth is heavenly. Don't ever let anyone tell you that you don't deserve to be happy or you're not valid.”

“Please enjoy your dessert. I convinced a couple of the other servers to donate, when I told them I had a really good boy, waiting for dessert,” he says, then looks up at Amy, “May I?” When she hums, Rikuto puts his hand on my head, tenderly.

“Good boy!” he tousles my hair as my cheeks turn warm pink, and he grins at me, “Just a little shy, huh, faggot?” I blush, harder, but I nod, leaning into his touch as he cups my face with his hand. Rikuto strokes my cheekbone with his thumb.

“Thank you, Madame,” he says, standing up again, and sliding his fingers off my face, “I always like to reward good boys. I'll return shortly with your bill.” He turns, and walks away, as I take my spoon and quietly dig into my chocolate and cum.

The white stripes are bitter and light, most definitely cum and not milk, but I won't waste the donation. I eat every drop of both chocolate and cum, licking white from the edges of glass bowl where they wiped their cocks off, once they'd finished.

Even as I'm licking the bowl clean, Rikuto returns with the bill, setting it down. I can hear Amy humming, and I see her get her wallet from her back pocket. “Here you are, and a tip for your excellent service. Also, here, separate additional tips.”

“Please give these to the chef, and the two servers you mentioned, to thank them for the donations for my boy's dessert,” Amy adds. I can hear the money changing hands, as I gently reach up and put the bowl on top of the table above my head.

“Thank you, Madame. This is very generous of you!” Rikuto answers cheerfully, before collecting the emptied dishes onto a tray, “You have been wonderful guests, and your boy has been an absolute joy to feed. You've done very well with him.”

Rikuto turns and leaves without further words, and soon, Amy and the twins are scooting out from the table to stand. Amy reaches down, and takes my hand when I lift it, pulling me out from under the table to stand up, stumbling into her arms.

She smiles at me, stroking my hair back, “Such a good boy. My sweet sunshine slut. I am so proud of you, you little faggot.”

I lean into her embrace as she hugs me, resting my head on her shoulder, my face against the nape of her neck. She gently strokes the back of my neck, then pushes me back to stand on my own, and jerks her head. “Come on, let's go home, now.”