Open Up

I undo my buckle and zipper and allowed her feet full access to my cock.

Showing a surprising dexterity with her feet she pulled my cock out and squeezed it. I sucked in a quick breath of air as she slowly began stroking up and down. Her stockings adding a new layer to the experience, combined with the danger of potentially being discovered, my heart was racing. I hadn't done anything like this since college, since Sarah.

"What's wrong sweetheart," Sarah said, her voice sickly sweet, "You seem distracted."

How she could maintain a conversation while stroking me I had no idea.

"Seem's like you're remembering all the perks of being with a gymnast," She said with a wink, "I'd be happy to demonstrate all those perks again," she stroked my full length, "and again," another tight full stroke, "and again." Her seductive voice was practically hypnotic as she continued her teasing.

Then Hannah came back with our drinks, "Here are those for you, are you ready to order?" She seemed more nervous than the first time she came to the table, fair, but she kept looking at me. I couldn't answer her as Sarah sped up her feet on my cock, if I opened my mouth I was sure I'd moan and I had had enough embarrassment with this poor girl.

"Thank you Hannah," Sarah said, "I think we are. I think we'll have the Fettuccine Alfredo and some lava cake for dessert." She tightened her feet around my cock again, "Does that sound good to you dear?"

I gave her a playful hungry glare and managed to keep my composure long enough to say, "Yes."

Hannah looked between the two of us for a moment, I wondered if she had caught on to what was happening under the table, "Great I'll get that order in then."

She left with her hips swaying perhaps a touch more than they needed to.

"Hey," Sarah said as she tightened her feet and stroked me roughly my eyes went from our waitresses tight ass to the vixen across from me, "I thought you said I was enough for you?"

"What's wrong," I managed to say, "Jealous?"

Sarah bit her lip and slowly stroked me, up and down, "Maybe a little, but more turned on."

She stroked me more firmly, "I can't help but imagine I'm not the one getting you off right now."

"What do you mean," I asked.

"I'm imagining that girl," she pointed at Hannah, "On her hands and knees before you," she stroked more firmly still, "Stroking and sucking and slobbering and chocking on your massive cock," She squeezed my cock between her feet, "You stretching her delicate throat and just face fucking her while we sit here."

Sarah paused stroking, "I can feel you twitching at the thought of ruining her, making her your little cumslut, your little fucktoy, getting her fired from this place, making her fully dependent on you." I couldn't help as a moan escaped my lips, Sarah giggled and bit her lip, "I think I could enjoy watching you take her. Maybe your girlfriend isn't the only cuckquean you know."

"What," I said, I could barely think.

"I was just thinking, if I have to share you with Lara, you might as well see how far you can push the envelope, see how many girls you can gather in this little harem your building," Sarah said.

"I don't think tha-" Sarah's stroking cut me off.

"Let me finish," She spoke, "I make no illusions about wanting you back in my life, if the only way to do that is to corrupt you into a sex crazed lunatic who collects women like baseball cards then that is what I'll do."

"You think you can convince me of that," I asked.

"I can be very," she bit her lip and purred the next word, "persuasive."

"Peter," I heard a familiar woman's voice call out from the other side of the room. Turning my head I saw a familiar face.