She played with her pet maid at lunch

Having satisfied her need for speed and her need for big cock, Caroline did some more shopping. She went to several jewelers and clothing stores, buying things she liked and sending them back home.

They were all in the expensive part of the city, so they all had convenient places to tie Susan's leash. Even by French maid standards, Susan was especially hot since her question describing herself and the other girls as "sexy as fuck" was still in effect. It didn't overrule the facts that Caroline was much hotter and redheads were universally considered much sexier than brunettes, but any of the staff that wasn't busy serving Caroline made sure to take a few pictures of Susan that they could look at later in private. A few of them were even polite enough to ask Caroline's permission, but she didn't mind them taking pictures of Susan at all. She even ordered Susan to pose for the pics.

Susan acted completely obediently and demurely, but inside she was a jittery mess. Watching Caroline try on expensive bracelets and necklaces was excruciating. Caroline was incredible, and she deserved all those things while Susan didn't, but Susan wanted them. She wanted to be just as rich as Caroline, with multiple salespeople competing for her attention, treating her like a queen because she practically was one.

Even stronger than her desire to be Caroline was her desire to fuck Caroline. When Caroline was facing Susan, she wanted to bury her head between those huge breasts. When Caroline was facing away, she wanted to bury her face between the cheeks of that tone, round ass. She always wanted to kiss every inch of the redhead's perfect, pale skin, especially the parts that would make her mistress scream in delight.

By lunch time, her frustration was so bad that she couldn't stand still. They were in a fancy restaurant that normally didn't let people in without a reservation, but of course Caroline had gotten in without even asking. As Caroline looked through the menu, Susan stood next to her chair, fidgeting from her **** sexual need.

Caroline looked up. "Susan, what's wrong?"

The maid nodded excitedly, eager to please. "Nothing, I'm fine, ma'am!"

Caroline gave her a worried look. "Susan, I know that's not true, but I can't help you unless you're truthful. Will you always tell me the truth?"

"Yes, ma'am! I'm so sorry, ma'am! I'm shaking because I'm so horny. I want you! I want you more than anything in the world! You're so hot, you're incredible, and I love you! I need you! I want you to use me!"

A very nervous waitress approached the table. "Miss? I'm really very, very sorry, but some of the other patrons are beginning to complain about the noise. They also feel that this outburst is a little inappropriate."

Caroline closed her menu and smiled at the waitress. "What? Why? I think everything that my maid does in a restaurant and anything that anyone does to her is completely appropriate. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, that's absolutely right!" said the waitress. "I'll explain it to the other customers, and I'm sure they'll understand."

"Aw, you're so sweet!" said Caroline. She handed the menu to the waitress and gave her order. When the waitress left, she turned back to Susan. "Now, about you. Even though everyone would probably accept it now, I don't think you should be screaming out an orgasm while everyone is eating. So, can you only cum when I give you permission?"

"Yes, ma'am, that's correct," said Susan.

"Good! Well then, you should at least have a little fun. Take off your panties and kneel on the floor."

"Yes, ma'am." Susan reached down and pulled off her tiny, black lace panties. Shen handed them to her mistress, who placed them in her small purse, and knelt on the floor.

"Okay, go ahead and frig your little pussy."

"Yes, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am!" Susan inserted a finger into her cooch and started to work. She was already so worked up that she went right to her fastest speed, the one that should have gotten her off in seconds. Instead, she just kept jilling herself as she stared up at the incredibly gorgeous redhead.

Caroline looked around the restaurant. Nobody was reacting! This was absolutely incredible, and it made her wonder if this was really all that sinful. It had started out seeming like something mean she could do to make up for the humiliation that Susan had put her through the day before, but was this even humiliating? Nobody seemed to think it was bad for Susan to be on her knees in public, masturbating. Even Susan seemed to be enjoying it. Maybe this wasn't even ****, maybe this was just a fun activity that everyone enjoyed.

Caroline looked back down at Susan. "Now use your other hand to play with your asshole."

"Yes, ma'am!" replied Susan enthusiastically.

By the time the waitress brought her food, Caroline had more naughty ideas.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"Yes," said Caroline. She pointed to a waiter at another table who had caught her eye. "Would you please trade tables with that gentleman over there?"

"That's no problem at all!" said the smiling waitress. She went to the waiter, tapped him on the shoulder, and asked him.

The waiter came over, briefly glancing at the hot maid fingering herself at the floor before smiling at the incredibly stacked, fit, redhead at the table. He felt like it was his luckiest day ever. "Hi! How can I help you?"

Caroline fluttered her long eyelashes at him. "Tell me, would you be willing to do anything if I promised a ten thousand dollar tip to everyone at the restaurant?"

"Absolutely!" said the waiter. He probably would have said that even without Caroline wearing the confirmation ring.

Caroline laughed at his eagerness. "Who would you rather fuck, me or my maid?"

"You! Absolutely you! I mean, yeah, she's... but you're so much hotter! Everyone knows redheads have more fun, and you're the hottest redhead I've ever-"

"Okay!" interrupted Caroline with a hand up to stop him. She was very amused by his enthusiasm. "I'm reeeaaaly sorry, but I've already had an extremely good fuck this morning, so I'm not quite ready for another cock yet. However, I'd really like to watch you fuck my maid while I eat. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, I can do that!" This was the best thing the waiter could have dreamed of. Of course you couldn't have sex with a person in the restaurant, and this goddess was clearly out of his league anyway. However, there was nothing inappropriate about fucking a maid in a restaurant. He put his hands under Susan's arms and pulled her up off the floor. Then he bent her over the table across from Caroline.

Caroline took a bite of her lobster as she watched the young waiter hastily pull down his pants and flip Susan's frilly, black skirt over her waist. Bent over straight in front of her, the maid's full cleavage was on display for Caroline, and it jiggled delightfully as the waiter impatiently rammed his cock into her wet pussy.

"Oooohhhhh!" moaned Susan, her eyes closed tight.

"Don't be offended, but she'll probably be thinking about me the whole time," said Caroline before taking a sip of champagne. "You can do the same, if you like."

"Thank you!" said the waiter. He had a very stupid grin on his face as he fucked Susan from behind. He didn't even look down at the hot French maid as he fucked her. Like most men, he'd fantasized at least a few times about fucking a hot French maid, but the woman across the table was so much hotter, she was all he could think about. His thoughts weren't even as well formed as imagining that it was her he was fucking, he was just lost in her DD cleavage, the playful spattering of freckles on her face, and her angelic smile.

"I'm really enjoying the show," said Caroline in-between bites. "You won't cum until I'm finished, right?"

"That's... right... ma'am!" said the waiter.

Caroline took her time eating. She really enjoyed watching the young man fuck Susan's brains out. Susan's body and face became more and more limp as they continued. By the end, her arms hung down at her side and her face laid on the table, covered in her own drool. This was clearly the fucking of a lifetime.

When the waiter saw Caroline finish the last bite, he asked, managing only one word per thrust, "Would... you... like... dessert?!"

Caroline said, "Hmm," thoughtfully and put her finger on her chin, making a big show of thinking about it. Then she finally said, "No, I'm good."

The waiter came with a massive scream. His eyes rolled back in his head and his body jerked as he shot thick ropes of cum into Susan's sopping wet pussy.

Caroline leaned over the table and said to Susan, "I changed my mind about the screaming. You can cum now, too."

Life returned to Susan's body. Her face scrunched up as she started to scream. Her fists pounded the table. She had the orgasm of a lifetime, and Caroline couldn't help laughing at how **** it was.

When the couple were finally done, Caroline stood up and approached the waiter. "That was a lovely meal." She handed him her black credit card and Susan's black panties. "Go ahead and add ten thousand dollars for each person working today to the tip, and you can keep the panties as a memento."

"Thank you!" said the waiter. He took the card and the panties as his cock slid out of Susan, who had gone limp on the table again. "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome!" said Caroline with a wink.