Out to Lunch

Le Bouchon was a French restaurant located in the business district of downtown Segia. It was fancier than the diner I had gone to yesterday, though nowhere near the fanciest in the city, and had gotten good reviews for its food. What made it ideal for my purposes was its proximity to the offices of the Sapphire Empire’s shell company for black market exports from Segia. That was the location of my next meeting.

The hostess greeted me with all appropriate grace and submission, having seen my name on the reservation. She was a petite brunette, short hair framing a pretty face. Her very short, very tight dress bared a great deal of cleavage. When she turned around to lead me to my table, her intentionally swaying hips caused her dress to ride up her ass, revealing her black thong. The table she led me to was located in the back of the restaurant, next to a window which offered a nice view of their courtyard. Its table arrangement was much more intricate than the others around it, with fancier silverware. The chair was almost akin to a throne, a well cushioned armchair with delicate embroidery. I thanked her and gave her a slap on the ass as she walked away. She just let out a cute little moan; I knew she was used to it.

My server appeared almost immediately after I sat down. She was beautiful where the hostess was pretty; long, luscious raven hair, delicate features, larger tits, a curvier ass. Her uniform consisted of a semi-transparent white blouse tied around her tits, and a tiny blue miniskirt.

“Hello, sir, and welcome to Le Bouchon! My name is Emma, and I’ll be your server today. Can I get you anything to drink?” As she said this, she leaned toward me to offer a wonderful view of her vast cleavage. Her voice somehow managed to be both sensual and preppy at the same time. I would have fun with this one, of that I was sure.

I tore my eyes away from her tits, giving her a piercing look right in her bright blue eyes. “I’ll have a bottle of the Screaming Eagle Sauvignon Blanc.”

She looked slightly surprised. It was not everyday someone ordered a $6,000 bottle of wine, after all. “Right away, sir!” My examination of her ass as she walked away revealed this one wasn’t wearing any panties.

Emma returned quickly, a short French man in tow. He carried the bottle I had ordered. I didn't pay attention as he prattled on about what a fine choice I had made, instead choosing to fix my eyes on Emma’s vast tracts of land. He finally uncorked the bottle and poured me a taste, which I pronounced adequate. The annoying man finally left after pouring me a full glass, but my waitress remained.

“Can I get you anything to start out, sir?”

This time I ordered foie gras, fondling her ass as I told her. I gave her a light slap to send her on her way when I was done. Such a thing was very common in restaurants; in fact, she received several more slaps and gropes on the way to the kitchen.

My food returned promptly. I gave Emma my order for my main course, the filet mignon. The foie gras really was pretty good, those reviews hadn’t been lying. Of course, I was no stranger to good food. From birth, my father had considered cooking to be a crucial aspect for a well trained slut. I agreed with him there. I had usually dined at the finest restaurants when I was traveling the world, and on my return I had discovered my new **** Audrey to be quite skilled in that area as well.

As soon as I finished my appetizer, Emma was there with the main course. She presented it to me, once again leaning down to place her cleavage in my face as she did so. It looked well prepared to me.

“Emma, my dear, why don’t you take a seat?” She quickly obeyed my ‘request’, pulling up a chair. “This is a fine steak, and the service has been quite prompt,” I told her after I had taken a few bites. “But I have appetites of a different nature, appetites which I will require you to attend to.”

She smiled at me, flashing dazzling pearly white teeth. I could see in her eyes that she was very pleased. “Of course, sir. I’m well used to serving customers with such needs.”

Indeed, it was almost uncommon for a man not to sleep with his waitress. They were always pretty enough to be fuckable, at least; this was Segia, every woman was pretty enough to be fuckable. And it was taken for granted that this was one of the components of proper service. Even at fast-food restaurants, waitresses served the food, and offered other services as well. Even at business lunches, time was left at the end for the men to partake. For this reason, it was the norm to have one waitress assigned to each man, instead of having one for the table. Of course, a tip was expected if you were to fuck your waitress– but this went directly to the restaurant. They weren’t required to give a cut to the woman, and most gave just a pittance, if anything. And that was on top of the already tiny wages they received. But women were so **** for some form of financial support that they gladly took even these jobs. The system was designed to keep them ****.

I got up, and fondled Emma’s ass as she led me to the bathrooms. My $150 steak was left barely eaten at the table. The bathrooms were located in a long hallway– stretching around both sides were individual rooms for the men, about 20. On the immediate right was the single dingy room that women shared. It was left open, for any man to go in if he so desired. This arrangement was standard, in pretty much every restaurant.

We picked a door slightly down the hallway, which was marked as unoccupied. Moans could be heard faintly through the ones we passed. The room we came into was fairly spacious, with red wallpaper decorated with patterns of curvy bodies. Several portraits depicted various sexual acts. The actual bathroom was located through an adjoining door. The main furniture piece of this one was a long green couch, large enough to lie down on.

I took a seat, removing my hand from Emma’s ass. “Blow me, slut. I’ve been imagining those plump lips of yours wrapped around my cock since I saw you.”

She knelt on the carpeted floor, letting my erection free from my pants. Her expression of shocked delight was a familiar one, as was her croon of “It’s so big!” She looked as if she nearly came right there.

“Of course it’s big. Now start sucking, I’ve been hard since your whorish hostess was showing off her ass on the way to my table.”

“Ahh– yes, sir!”

She got to sucking right away, while also fondling my massive balls. Starting by licking around the head, she traced the veins downward with her skilled tongue. Then she stuck the head in her mouth, sucking off the bit of precum that had been at the top. This triggered her first orgasm. Even cumming her brains out didn’t deter her though, as she proceeded to stuff as much as she could down her throat. She managed an admirable seven inches, and remained there for a minute as she tickled the bottom of my shaft with her wiggling tongue.

I leaned back and let her suck away for a few minutes, cumming again frequently. She really was quite good at fellatio; almost as good as Audrey, who had been trained by the best my father had to offer.

“Did you go to college, girl?”

She pulled her mouth away from slobbering all over my balls, continuing to stroke my shaft while she said, “Yes, sir. My father wanted to have me married off to the mayor’s nephew to secure a casino license. But he died before I finished, and he didn’t have a son, so his assets reverted to the government. I had to get this job to afford a place to live after that.”

She went straight back to throating my cock. I idly considered if I should make college mandatory if it got sluts this skilled. I knew there was a class for blowjobs at SWU, and even a major. I decided that guys could pay for their own sluts to get educated if they wanted the results, though.

“Alright, whore. You’ve impressed me with your fellatio abilities. Now it’s time to find out if your pussy holds up.”

I had her get up and sit so that my cock was between her fat asscheeks, as she faced away from me. I had her slide up and down, hotdogging me as her wet pussy dragged against my shaft. She came twice. After this extra bit of foreplay, I lifted her up and impaled her right on my fat pink mast. Another orgasm ripped through her as the tip parted her pussy lips, her walls clenching down and impeding my progress further into her tight cunt. This only served to make her orgasm continue, getting stronger and stronger as I punched through her cervix and began fucking her womb. I groaned as her cunt walls clenched and unclenched around my cock with each subsequent orgasm. I wasn’t even putting any effort into making her cum; she was just a toy, after all, and not one I had any long term plans for. But my sexual prowess made that a moot point.

As I bounced her up and down in my lap, I eventually wanted to do something with my hands other than just lifting her. So I dropped her, impaling her even deeper onto my full length, and started groping her massive tits underneath her blouse. Once she had recovered from getting her brain shattered by my full fourteen inches, she began to resume riding me on her own. This got her jugs bouncing wonderfully, the soft, pillowy mounds jiggling delightfully in my hands. I decided I wanted to get a better look at them, so I had her turn around and ride me cowgirl style, giving me an unimpeded view.

Emma had a nice pussy, but I did have an appointment to keep. With this in mind, I allowed myself to approach my climax after 20 minutes of fucking. “Here it comes, slut,” I said. “I’ma knock you up.” With these words, I finished inside her, flooding her womb with steaming cum. She screamed as one last earth-shattering orgasm wracked her body, and then nearly passed out in ecstasy as I pushed her off of my cock and onto the couch. I unloaded another gallon of cum on her ass and back. Then I plunged one of my buttplugs into her puckered asshole, eliciting another moan out of the nearly insensate whore.

I then gave her one last command. “You weren’t wearing panties today, whore. I collect trophies from all of my conquests. You’re going to need to bring a pair to my house on Sunday, 28 Luton Street.”

With these words, I exited the room, leaving Emma coated with cum, with more leaking out of her cunt. On my way out, I gave the hostess a nice grope. Then I made my way to my office building across the street, for my business meeting.