Today's Special

You pause for a moment to fully appreciate the should-be inconceivable vision before you. Your beautiful Asian puppet Saori sits stiffly in the plush leather booth seat opposite you, every supple curve of slightly sun-kissed flesh on full display to anyone bothering to glance towards the otherwise innocuous little banquette you occupy.

You notice a dusting of goose pimples rise along her slender legs as a deep blush sweeps across both sets of cheeks in what you assume is her body's response to the cruel combination of the cool conditioned restaurant environment, and the growing humiliation of her present predicament.

Despite all of this, you find yourself quite pleased with her response. Although Saori appears to be making an extraordinary effort to avoid direct eye contact, she is quite obviously **** to maintain her composure. You can only imagine the savage struggle playing through her mind as the once fiercely independent woman now finds herself no more than a gorgeous marionette performing for your personal pleasure.

"Well...." you contemplate to yourself, enjoying Saori's internal pondering clearly visible through her projected body language. Although you thoroughly enjoy watching her wrestle with the stark contradiction imposed by your non-negotiable instruction for her to be naked against the established social norms of appropriate public dress, it was time to move things along

"So, how's your calamari?" You ask, casually forking some of the crispy golden rings from their white silk 'serving dish' onto a small appetizer plate. You then spoon some of the garlic sauce concoction that had been poured into the second bra cup and add a drizzle of seasoning. "Oh, And I want you to be completely honest whenever speaking with me." You command, stabbing one of the fish-circles with your fork to judge the taste for yourself.

Saori starts in response, as if forgetting she had company.

Her timid eyes briefly scan left and right before seemingly focusing on the folded fingers resting demurely above her shaven pussy. "Well, It's bulk bought frozen that you can probably buy at a discount grocery store for a fraction of the price..." she blurts rather frankly while forcing a nervous smile. She squirms in her seat in a vain attempt to conceal her lovely lady-parts before continuing. "And the sauce is simply grocery bought dressing and ketchup...."

A delightful squeak leaks from Saori's parted lips as her jaw drops in horror to her traitorous words. She quickly leans forward conspiratorially, dropping her lovely voice to a whisper. "PLEASE don't EVER repeat that...." she begs through pleading chocolate tinted eyes. "Such knowledge could irreparably damage our reputation as a five star establishment....." she whines, raising the slender fingers from covering her womanhood to cradle your left hand resting on the table surface. You find yourself more interested in the pendulous tit-flesh swaying enticingly just above the table surface than whatever it was she just said.

"Hmmmm, a little rubbery..." you critique, speaking between chews while ignoring her simpering. "But passable..... ". You take a swallow of water to wash it down. "Have you ever had it?" You ask while refilling your plate.

"Of course not," Saori responds in abject disgust. She abruptly pulls her hands from your own to drawn them towards her unobstructed chest; unintentionally grazing diamond hard nipples in the process. "OH MY!", she hisses through gritted teeth at the accidental stimulation; her smoldering eyes clench tightly closed as toned arms wrap about her trim torso. "I try to avoid..." she breathes through ragged breaths, grinding her firm derrière into the leather cushion below. "Fatty foods..." she sighs before slumping back into her booth seat with sated smile, prominent brow nipples at stiff attention in the cool conditioned air.

"Oh, come on" you smile, popping another piece of the fried fish into your mouth. "We're on a date!" you inform her, enjoying the batting of long lashes as her mind processes your indirect command. "Enjoy yourself!" You further instruct your almond-eyed doll.

Suddenly forcing an awkward 'date' smile, Saori's hazel eyes nervously glance about the restaurant beneath twitching brows as she reaches shaking fingers towards her improvised brazier small-plate. She crosses shapely legs in an attempt to preserve her modesty while delicately plucking a small piece of calamari from the grease stained white silk that was once her bra cup. A slight grimace briefly mars her otherwise stately features, drawing your attention.

"Is there a problem?" You ask with raised eyebrow directed toward the stichless Saori. You refill your plate again while noticing her eyes focus on her silk underwear serving as our dish.

"That was my favorite bra and panty set" Saori answers truthfully while gazing glumly at the now grease stained garment. "It was custom made from Carine Gilson in France" she whispers, lips pursed in a pretty pout. "That set cost me a small fortune...." she mumbles, stabbing the offensive appetizer on the plate before her. She raises the crispy sea-critter to inches short of red painted lips, turning the fork to examine the morsel while her mind internally calculates the caloritic damage. Scrunching her nose in an unintentionally adorable performance, she parts pillowy lips to place the calamari on her extended tongue.

"Oh, is that all? You ask, enjoying the scowl directed at you as her jaw works slowly to reluctantly chew the mouth intrusion. "Look, I'll make it up to you", you continue with a smirk, lightly chuckling at the elegant naked woman's rendition of a toddler refusing to eat their vegetables.

"From now on" your toothy grin projecting mischief, "you have a RAGING gunge fetish." You announce, re-writing Saori's reality with your words.

Pretty brown eyes go wide, then narrow to once again focus on her soiled lingerie, this time with renewed interest.

"Excuse me?!?" She feigns a scowls, though the questing tongue tenuously slipping through slightly parted lips to wet the glossy surface betray her true thoughts on the subject. "That's just..... You lean back in the plush booth seat to observe as her fingers reach timidly to replenish her plate. "Deplorable......" she almost whispers as you notice her nubile fingers pause to caress the delicate satin and lace cups as she nibbles bottom lip with perfect white teeth. Her body visibly shudders in all its exquisite nakedness as she drags the tip of extended right index finger to circle the stained garment in an overtly sensual manner. Saori then continues to repeat the unintended erotic ritual as she slowly extracts the culinary treats onto her plate, one by one.

"One more thing" you interrupt Saori's new fetishistic ritual. The lithe Asian's substantial tits sway heavenly with each heavy breath as if in affirmation that her mind has molded to your planted kink. She plucks the top most piece off the accumulated pile on the plate before her, raising it with shaking fork to now-panting lips.

"You become increasingly aroused with each calamari you eat." You inform Saori, just as she finishes chewing and swallows her second piece.

"OhhhhhhGaaaaaawd......" Saori's lust fueled moan leaks throughout the restaurant, drawing the attention of several nearby diners and the wait staff alike.

You salaciously grin at Saori's escalating libido; your cock stiffening with each languid chew and **** swallow resulting in beads of perspiration accumulating on her furrowed brow. The deep crimson blush of shame continues to steadily creep from sculpted cheeks across expansive chest flesh to the tips of pink-tinted nipples. She continues to cross and uncross her deliciously long legs while writhing on the banquette seat, slender arms caressing her blemish-less skin with each delectable chew.

"Excuse me, Miss Tanaka?" A timid voice draws your attention from Saori's cuisine inspired orgasmic performance.

"Yessssssss...." Saori husks, though you're not sure if it's in response to the cute waitress' return or the food-fucking. She peels herself from lounging position on the banquette seat to a sticky 'velcro' like chorus of sweat drenched skin on leather upholstery. "Ahem..." she clears her throat, stiffening her back in an attempts to regain some semblance of composure. "I mean...." she glances to her side to retrieve the neatly folded blouse she had placed to her right. "What is it Kade?" Saori responds with a hint of annoyance while gently dabbing the lustrous silk blouse material to her sweat beaded forehead. You notice her tongue quickly snake from the corner of her mouth to gather some errant drool as she glances wantonly towards the almost-empty appetizer dish between you.

"Well, it's just that..." the pretty Asian waitress struggles to divert her eyes from the naked manager. "It seems our deliveries are behind schedule," the young woman's hands nervously twist the black knot at the front of her apron. "...and we've depleted the truffle stock required for your Shabu-Shabu broth..... " Kade cautiously continues, clearly attempting to avoid raising her boss' ire. "Perhaps you'd like to hear today's specials....?" She asks, before you notice something peculiar.

The stylishly bob haired waitress' eyes suddenly flutter before she straightens her posture and a broad smile blooms on subtly painted lips.

"Nnnnoo" Saori stutters, forcibly pressing both hands palms down into her weeping puss in an attempt to quell her budding arousal. "Just KEEP bringing MORE cala......" she coos before being abruptly interrupted by the young waitress.

"Perhaps I can interest you in today's special?" kade announces in a voice you believe MUCH louder than intended. Several diners pause in their conversations to listen as your smiling server loosens the front knot and quickly sheds her black apron. The heavy cotton garment pools at her low-heeled feet as she quickly lowers nimble fingers to the hem of knee-length work skirt. Wiggling her womanly hips, she shimmies the skirt fabric past stocking tops, slinking over high thigh to rest slightly below flat tummy. Kade then reaches down with left hand to shuck red satin panties to the side and part her vertical folds with thumb and forefinger of right hand to present tight twenty-something puss to her employer.

"We have the choicest selection of fine Virgin Clam...." the half-naked waitress proudly details the extravagant main course. "Lightly marinated in Creme De La Kade..." she continues, lightly stroking the length of her vertical lips to excite her puss just short of drooling. "With a modest accent of SPICED seasoning...." she abruptly turns her back to your table, bending stiffly at the waist to present pink puckered anus. She repositions now lubed fingers to the small 'exit only' orifice and proceeds to gently press middle digit to penetrate the depths of her rectum. Kade quickly turns around to correct her posture to standing, gracing your table with her most pleasant 'waitress smile'.

"Would you like a tasting sample ma'am?" Kade asks, politely presenting cum and filth coated finger towards the still-writhing, naked, and increasingly sexed up Saori.

Smiling excitedly, you sit back in anticipation of Sari's response.

Your lovely doll companion appears disinterested at first, still lustfully eyeing the stacked calamari aphrodisiac on her small plate before sighing in resignation. "Well, as the proprietress..." the naked Asian sighs in resignation while scooting her naked bum towards Kade. "I certainly CAN NOT serve a dish to our customers without sampling it myself." She positions her delicate nose inches from Kade's outstretched finger for a tentative sniff. Saori's pretty pink tongue quickly darts through glossy lips to test the foul mixture before arching supple neck to thoroughly engulf the tainted finger.

As if flicking a switch, Kade's eyes sudden flicker, then grow wide with horror as she gazes down at Saori greedily lapping at her right index finger. Porcelain white quickly turns to scarlet red as she peers past her suckling employer to her glazed puss openly exposed at skirt less crotch.

"OHMYGAAAAAAAWD!" Kade cries in utter humiliation, again earning her stern faced glares from the surrounding patrons. Red faced and panicked, she quickly gathers her discarded apron, lowers her skirt and bolts towards the serving area as quickly as her low-heeled pumps would allow.

"Don't forget the Calamari!" Saori reminds the mortified waitress to her retreating skirt less arse. She continues to thorough lick Kade's dish sample from her puffy lips before again settling those beautiful intelligent eyes on you.

"So....." she asks playfully. "tell me more about yourself" she continues, following along with your date instruction. You notice Saori is now foregoing the inconvenient use of utensils to simply pluck and pop the calamari in her waiting mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...." she coos, an expression of pure bliss spreads on her lovely lips while accumulated arousal slowly seeps from both sets of lips.