Constance & Tamara: mother and daughter

"Hi, please don't mind if I join you", I said, grabbing a spare chair from one table and sitting it down at a table for two in between two beautiful women.

"Oh. Sure", said one, almost disinteretedly, a younger woman in a blue dress. She and her dinner date were drinking champagne at the end of what appeared to be a fairly light meal, mostly salad. Not a carb on the plate I noticed. The other woman merely nodded an acknowledgement. No words wasted on me, or a smile either. A flicker of a glance and she had gathered that I was unshaven and wearing a shirt open at the chest because it was too small for me, having previously belonged to the waitress. It still bore the nametag Waleriya. I wondered what you had to do to get a reaction out of these two! Sitting closer to them, I realized my initial estimate of age was out for the darker haired one though. There was not a freckle, blemish, wrinkle or even the slightest imperfection. She was immaculate! Almost impossible to judge.

"Emm, are you two related?"

"She's my mom", said the wavy haired girl.

"Wow - surely not. You cant be old enough to..,"

"She's 44, I'm 18", said the youth, as if used to this comparison and not thrilled by it.

The woman across the table gave me a beatific smile, but said nothing.

"Wow - she looks amazing!"

"I know", continued the younger girl. "I think she does it to embarass me sometimes".

I looked again, really, the mom was incredible.

"Its all botox", moaned the daughter. The mom continued to look inscrutable and kept quiet.

"So whats your names and what brings you out here tonight", I said, picking at a few leaves from the daughter's plate.

"I'm Tamara, and my mother here is Constance".

Constance nodded across the table and finally said "How do you do", in a (Im fairly sure fake) English accent.

We go out twice a week to the best places. She can afford it easily. We likewine tasting, but we dont't eat much."

"I see", I bemoaned the lack of sustinance on their plates. I was really getting hungry. I beckoned with my hand just as Waleriya was emerging from the toilet, still wet, still just wearing a bra on top and carrying a tray of what appeared to be wine.

She saw me at once and almost ran over to the table.

"Thank you Waleriya", I said and lifted down two glasses from her tray to place one in front of the daughter and one in front of the mother. "Here, my treat.Please drink this. Tamara, please believe this is the best wine you have ever tasted."

"Ok. I guess", she said uncertainly and picked up the glass.

"and Constance", I continued. "Please realize exactly what this is, but drink it all anyway. In fact, please come back here and drink another glass of this at least once per week".

I reached over and caught Waleriya by the wrist as she started to retreat from

the table. Pulling her to me, I said "Please make sure you have another glass of this ready for Constance any time she is here".

"yes sir,"

"good girl!" I gave her ass a slap as she left this time and turned back to the mother and daughter who were both lifting their glasses and preparing to take a sip. Constance's nose would have wrinked if humanly possible but it remained smooth and perfect as she began to sip then closed her eyes and winced.

"That's delicious!" enthused Tamara.

"I know, right?", I said, gathering up the scraps of grass and herbage lying around on their plates, but after cramming it in my mouth and swallowing, it felt like I had eaten nothing. I looked over and the next table were getting something more substantial. Steak, fries and veg for the both of them. Fuck! I was starving.

Constance was making choking sounds, but her wine was going down well enough. I glanced at her face. Although disgust was written all over it, there was still not a wrinkle on her brow. She sipped some more. Good.

Her daughter on the other hand was licking her lips and savouring the wonderful vintage that she had discovered, eyes closing in delight.

I looked her over and thought... yeah! With a dramatic sweep of my arm I brushed the plates of rabbit food from the table and announced, "everyone please stay calm and don't go anywhere. Just do what I tell you and enjoy yourselves".

Here we go I thought, I turned to the waitress standing there in her bra, "Waleriya, please go and get me some ketchup, maybe some mayonnaise too", that kind of thing

"Yes sir", she nodded and turned away.

I then faced the spoiled daughter, "Ok Tamara, get your clothes off,"

"but, but, I..." she started, then glanced around the room at the other diners then back at me.

"please", I added quietly. Instantly, she stood and pulled her dress loose at ther back, then stepped out of it, to leave her standing braless in a pair of black satin panties. Reluctantly she bent down and caught the edges of the panties and pulled them down her equally smooth legs and stepped out of them to reveal an even smoother, almost shiny pussy. I nodded in approval. Tamara crossed her arms across her chest, looking mortified.

Nice little titties too I thought, "Ok Tamara, up on the table. Arms by your side".

"All,... all right," she said and got up to lie on her back, staring at the ceiling, with her hair hanging off one end of the table and her feet protruding past the other.

"Good!" I exclaimed. "Now everyone! Please, would anyone with any entree's that arent actually too hot, bring your plates here and give them to me".

There were a few murmurs, but most of the diners got to their feet and lifted their plates and headed towards our table. I glanced over and noticed that Constance was just finished her 'wine' and was putting the glass down, while she stared on in horror, eyes widening at the spectacle of her daughter laid out naked on the table before her which was only just driving the thoughts of the taste of piss from her mind. Fuck. "Hey Constance",

She looked slowly over at me.

"Please find a carrot or a cucumber or something like that and fuck yourself with it. Have a good time and forget about this just now".

She nodded and got up, instantly scanning the tables before heading through to the kitchen. "Excuse me, do you have any cucumbers?" I could hear her ask.

Meanwhile the diners stood around me offering up their meals.

I selected a plate of burger and fries which looked a hell of a lot more appetising than the foliage Constance and Tamara had been eating, and tipped the plate into Tamara's lap letting the fries pool at her crotch before setting the burger, still in its bun on her navel. I put spaghetti on her abdomen, fish and more fries at her neck, steak with a side of mushrooms on her breasts, and carried on until she was covered from the neck down with most of the food sliding from her, but leaving her coated in its juices or sauce. I stood at her feet and grabbed an ankle in each hand before pulling them open an d bending forward. Deliberately I began eating against her pussy, munching the fries I had been coveting, but mushing them into her sex as I did. causing them to change flavor slightly. It was still good. I carried on eating for a bit sampling different meals, but mostly I grabbed pieces of whatever I wanted and pushed it against her cunt before chewing it. I could hear her groan and feel her shift in response.

I was getting almost satisfied gastronomically, although my hard on had returned and that was going to take a bit more work. I raised my head and said, "well, start eating your meals everyone,... please! - but don't use your hands"

A moment later the dining room descended on Tamara, with each of the diner's faces seeking out the place on her anatomy where their meal had landed

Happy with the throng licking and nibbling food from her, I stepped back, sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy before pulling her to me and sliding my cock inside her warm wet cunt.

"oooooooh," she exclaimed, "mmyyyyyyy gosh!"

Gosh! was that the best this posh tart could come up with? I had fourteen people licking food off her while I fucked her! Oh well, I thought and began to slide back and forth, gripped tightly by her warm depths.

After a few minutes, some of the diners stepped back, apparently finishing their meal and I could see her body was beginning to clear from the food. She looked at me, head flushed propped up, panting. I banged it into her harded, thinking she wasnt getting off that easy.

"Waleriya", I said turning to the waitress". She had two large catering size bottles of ketchip and mayo, one in each hand.

"Yes sir".

"Some ketchup on one nipple, mayo on the other please?"

"Mine or hers?" she asked, apparently not shocked by the idea of either.

I was just thinking about Tamara, but hell why not "both please".

"Ok", I watched, still fucking the young gourmand, as she put the bottles down on a nearby table to quickly take her bra off, then pick them up again to squirt a little red dollop on her full right breast then a white one on her left. A moment later and Tamara, still smeared in the remnants of others meals was also sporting flavoured nipple coverings.

"Please, everyone, take turns to suck her nipples clean. Waleriya keep topping them up".

"Yeah, ok" said a red haired rotund man in a navy polo shirt.

"Sure, I guess. Sounds like fun!" said his wife in a floral dress.

Pair by pair, the diners bobbed at either side of Tamara and suckled on her breasts while I pummelled into her pussy, until she squealed, wild with orgasm, her pussy grappling with my cock and I eventually squirted some of my own mayo deep inside her to shrieks of enthusiasm.

Eventually, Tamara rolled her head, eyes glassy to look at me in a stupor as I slowed to a halt and finally disengaged.

"Ok, now who, I mean what", I grinned, is for dessert.