Famished!!

“Let’s get something to eat,” you tell Amelia as you both walk out the front entrance of the office building. The memory of you helping your fiancé quit her job in a most spectacular way.

“Oh… Oh, let’s go to that fancy Italian place.” Amelia mentions to you. You think about it and decide it is a wonderful idea.

“Great idea darling,” you tell her as you both get into your car. Driving off in the direction of the restaurant, Amelia rubs your massive member through your pant leg. Keeping you hard.

Driving carefully through the streets, Amelia’s skillful hand working your shaft distracting you. You make it to the restaurant without incident. Pulling into the valet, you step out, handing the man your keys.

Wrapping your arm around her waist, you walk through the front door of the restaurant. You see an attractive young woman standing behind a hostess stand. Her eyes focus on you, a scowl on her face. “Hello, can I help you?”

“A table for two please,” you tell the young woman.

“I am sorry, but we don’t have any tables available.” She tells you with a fake smile. You smile back, handing her something. She takes it, looking closely. Her eyes go wide, reading your Breeders license. “Oh… Oh my… um…” she stumbles around, obviously not sure what to do.

You notice a woman walk over, dark hair, glasses, walking with an air of certainty to her. “Tammy, is something wrong?” Tammy, the young hostess, hands your license to her boss. The manager takes it, then grabs two menus. “Please sir, come this way, we have a lovely booth for you and your fiancé.”

You follow the woman, looking at her ass sway. You feel something hit your side. Looking over, Amelia has a big grin on her face. You just shrug, kissing her on the cheek. The manager motions to the booth. Sliding in, Amelia doing the same across from you.

“Here at Modern Italia, we request that our guest refrain from sexual activities,” she says to you. You look at her, raising an eyebrow. She hands you the license back, “Of course, because of your status, we can not **** you. If by chance you get the need, please do ask for me, Donna. I will happily take care of you.”

She walks off, you give her ass another look. Looking back at your fiancé, “Well that was quite interesting, this license sure does have perks.” You smile as you look over the menu.

“Everything sounds so go…” her sentence is cut off by a shrill voice yelling for the waitress. You see a woman run over to the table.

“This is not what I ordered, don’t you dare try to say it is, do you know who I am, who my father is?” the shrill voice yells at the poor waitress. You then see the waitress run off, with the supposed wrong dish in hand.

You settle back down, looking over the menu once again. The waiter comes over, a nice man most likely in his 20’s. he takes your food and drink orders, taking our menus, he walks off. You notice the young waitress return with a new dish of food.

“About time, at least you got my order right this time.” The shrill voice says, louder than needed. You see the waitress run off once again. A sad look on her face.

You shrug it off, Amelia and you making small talk. The waiter brings your drinks, you ask about the shrill voice. He tells you it is the Governor’s daughter and her Fiancé. You understand why she said what she said and why she is acting like a spoiled bitch.

Moments later your food arrives, while enjoying your amazing meal, you see the waitress bring over the check to the governor’s daughter. “What is this, don’t you know who I am? Now comp this meal and get back here and give my fiancé a blow job.” You hear her laugh as the waitress walks off.

As you work your way through the meal, you see the manager Donna walk over to the table. You focus on the meal and your fiancé. The meal being amazing, as well as the company, you smile at Amelia.

“Listen Donna, my father is very powerful. Now why don’t you get that pretty waitress and bring her over here to suck my man’s cock. Or maybe you rather I tell my dad about how bad I was treated here.” You hear the bitch say. Seeing the manager walk off.

Tired of this spoiled cunt ruining your meal, you get up and walk towards her. She looks at you, a scowl on her face. Handing her your license, you watch as her eyes widen, her mouth opening and closing, looking up at you and down at your crotch over and over.

Pulling your massive member from your fly, the tip drooling precum onto the table. You see the bitch’s fiancé sit there, not moving, eyes wide. “Don’t… Don’t you dare… my father will…” you cut her off when you grab her blonde hair, pulling her down onto your mouth. Your thick shaft forcing its way into her throat.

You hear her gagging quickly, barely taking half your length before she starts. You push further and further, forcing your way into her throat. “Listen Bitch, you are rude, there is no need to be this rude.” You tell her calmy, all while your cock is lodged down her throat.

“Spoiled little bitches like you need to learn your place.” Your hips start moving back and forth, building up a nice rhythm. Your bulbous tip forcing its way in and out of the young bitch’s throat. “So, you are going to get a constant reminder that actions have consequences.”

Pulling your cock from her mouth, you watch as she breaths deeply. Pulling her up by the hair, bending her over the table, she looks right at her fiancé. Lifting her designer dress, exposing her panties. Taking a knife off the table, you carefully and expertly cut the panties off. Stuffing them in your pocket.

You expose her hairy pussy, blonde curls covering her folds. Notching your massive tip against her entrance, you shove hard. You enjoy the screams as you rip her wide open. Your tip slamming against her cervix. “OH… FUCK… TOO FUCKING BIG…”

You look over and see your fiancé smiling at you, then turning back to her meal. Grabbing her blonde hair, you pull her back every time you slam back into her. With each hit against her cervix, she screams. “Oh Fuck… He is ripping me apart… Randy… Stop him Randy...” Randy just shaking his head as he watches you rip his fiancé wide open.

You hear someone clearing their throat, looking to your right, you see the manager and waitress standing there. You just shrug, continuing to slam into the spoiled bitch. She tries not to smile, but you see it for a moment. Then she nods and walks off, allowing you to continue.

Pulling harder on her lovely blond hair, lifting her face up. Every pull bringing her back against your body with every thrust forward. Her small ass slapping against your pelvis. Making her take every single inch of your massive shaft.

You feel your orgasm growing, shaft swelling. Your full balls slapping against her wet thighs. The noise echoing through the establishment. “Get ready slut, I am about to explode inside of you.”

“No... Please no…” she starts to beg, your hips speeding up, slamming harder and harder. “Don’t, please don’t. I promise I will be better; I will change, I promise.” You don’t believe, knowing she would say anything for you not to breed her.

Pressing your tip right up against her cervix, your tip begins to gush its potent seed into the bitch. You hear her starting to whimper as you breed her. You feel your balls churning out more potent seed. Pumping more and more into the spoiled brat.

You get that familiar feeling, that feeling of a successful breeding. Pulling from her used cunt, your seed running out of the gaping hole. Sliding down her white legs. You lean down close to her ear, “Now make sure you tip your waitress very well.”

Putting your cock away, sitting back down and finishing your meal. Amelia winking at you, a big smile on her lips.

The waiter walks over, informing you that your meal has been comp. You thank him and tell him to thank the manager as well. Leaving a big tip for the waiter, you take one last glance at the governor’s bred daughter. You smile as she sits there crying, putting an arm around your fiancé heading towards the exist.