Saudi Servings

Doing a quick jog across the road, I again end up on the block that I was on when I went to that diner. Right in front me was the restaurant that I came back to this block for, the place called Saudi Servings. I entered in after this Black couple that was coming out, taking the liberty of smacking the girlfriend on her fit and toned butt as I passed by them with her following behind her boyfriend that was holding the door open as they walked out. A very interesting smell filled the restaurant and I had no idea what it was because I didn't know much about Arabian cuisine, let alone Middle-Eastern food. It was very well-lit inside the place, probably to let patrons see just how nice the decor was with how there were nicely patterned rugs on the walls, silky curtains draped in some areas, lots of blues and golds that gave off some sort of a royal vibe, and tablecloths on each and every table, something that for me put this place above the last places I was at, but that's unfair to compare this place to the other's I've been at today. I make my way through the little waiting area and just go on into dining area. While walking at calm pace, I started bobbing my head to the catchy music whose lyrics I couldn't understand at all nor could really tell what specific instruments were being played in it because I guess I'm just that uncultured.

As I strolled on through the dining area, I made sure to give each table that I passed a good look at as a way of seeing what the food looked like here and if I found any of it appetizing. "I don't know what that is, but it looks like it tastes good. That's meat that's been arranged nicely with some vegetables. That's some sort of dip or something— wait it's hummus. I think that's hummus! Hummus is associated with Saudi Arabia? Hm, never knew that. Okay, that's a kebab. Definitely a kebab! And those are definitely some big-ass fries! And those are definitely a big-ass pair of tits! And I don't re— wait, did I just say tits?" I stop my audible pointing out of the foods that I come across as I go by each table as something more important than that has caught my eye. I stop next to the table where the big-ass fries are as that's where the tits were at along with a heap of other foods that I couldn't really name... except the bowl of hummus... I'll always know hummus when I see it. At the table with all that food were two Middle-Eastern girls who both looked like they were in their mid-twenties. The girl, the one that didn't have the tits was standing up with a phone in her hands and was aiming it down at an angle right at the girl who did have the aforementioned tits. Doing a quick look up n down of the girl holding the phone, I found myself not really attracted to her, or at least not attracted to her while in the presence of her friend that was just sitting there looking up at the phone aimed at her from above.

Now to the average and clueless person it would look as if the girl standing up was just photographing all of the delicious food with her friend just so happening to be in the photograph as well, but to someone in the know, a person like me, it was obvious that she was moreso photographing her friend with the food acting as supplementary props. There was no doubt about it, stuff like this is too normal in this day and age, especially when there's something of great value to show off with it, and that was exactly the case with this woman. With her bone-straight raven hair that went down to her waist, rich-looking light brown skin, entrancing hazel eyes, and thick lips that were coated in dark pink lipstick shown. But that was only her face, the rest of what she had going on involved her slim, but seemingly curvy physique, and how she had no bra on and was wearing a very low-cut orange spaghetti strap tank top, leaving damn near nothing to the imagination with how much cleavage and sideboob it was letting be shown. Seriously, with how much skin was exposed and how low the top's neckline was, I was convinced that the primary goal of her shirt was to cover the dangerously taboo areas of her breasts, and the possible secondary goal being to cover her midriff since I guess she wasn't feeling like showing all that off today. I slid into the booth right next to the bimbo, on the way in I saw that she had on a pair of form-fitting dark denim jeans to go with her otherwise immodest upper garment. I got myself very close next to her because why not? I looked up at her friend who was still taking pictures even though the subject of the photo hadn't moved an inch. Realizing that I was now in the camera's frame I looked up at the phone and gave a thumbs up with a slight smile as if I didn't want to be in the photo, and was just forced into it - just a way of me being humorous. After entertaining myself in that esoteric way of mine, I took to a more common way of entertaining myself, and that was turning my head to look at the killer boobs of the female next to me. They were obviously even better up-close, not just because they looked bigger, but also because I was able to see the perfect roundness of them. Another thing I was able to notice after getting closer to her was how fake they seemed. Sure, they weren't bolt-ons and weren't that unnaturally perky, but damn were they fucking large and too perfect-looking for their size! Only one way to find out.

I pushed her hair behind her shoulder as it was covering the strap of her tank top, and then with minimal effort slipped the thin strap off her shoulder and watched as it quickly fell down past her arm. With that done, I reached up to the piece of fabric covering her titty and that the strap was connected to, and take it down. It was just like that that her big breast had now become exposed with almost no effort on my end as her clothes weren't doing that good of a job of providing them cover. A slight smile formed on my face as I looked at her quarter-sized areola that was a slight shade browner than her overall complexion. Me smiling reminded me of how I was technically being photographed, so I looked up at the camera once more and smiled a little bigger this time while also putting the palm of my hand underneath the curvature of her breast as if I was putting it on display. After seeing her friend tap the phone screen, I went on to reach over in front of her and bare her other breast with almost the same amount of ease that I had with the first one. "Fuck me, you've really got some big tatas! Ew, did I just say that word? Eh. Whatever." I compulsively commented on the fact that this female's chest was very large after seeing both of her tits out right in front of me. I gestimated that she was a 34DD and went on to give both of them a good couple of squeezes to assess their authenticity, only to quickly give up and just go with my gut feeling which was telling me they were fake. "Can you tell me where you got 'em from? Oh, wait. You can't, hehe." I say while looking at her eyes from the side of her face as she has her head tilted up and facing the camera, outright ignoring the guy that's liberally groping away at her DDs that she most likely cares a whole lot about.

I turned my head up to look at the camera just in time to see the girl snap another photo of her friend having some of her best assets be used by a total supernatural stranger. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her body towards me, getting those big-ass boobs stuck on her chest to face right at me. They were very breathtaking, my eyes were glued to them, and soon enough my face would be as well as I launched myself right into her tightly packed cleavage and began rolling my face on her breasts. It felt like I was putting my face in somewhat stiff pillows, not that I found it to be unenjoyable, because if I did then I wouldn't still be here all up in her warm and smooth skin. Getting enough of big titties being in my face, I raised myself out of them and grabbed her chin with my thumb and index finger to pull her head down from the angle it was tilted up at, and go in for a big unreciprocated kiss on her full, dark pink lips that would then evolve into a session of me plunging my tongue inside of her mouth as she sat there and did nothing. I could see in the corner of my eye her friend still photographing us, capturing many moments of me physically expressing my lust towards her. I kept my eyes open as I French kissed the back of her mouth, staring into her nice hazel eyes that remained still and unaffected even as I felt every corner of her mouth. Naturally, my hands were on her boobs as I got intimate with her mouth, clutching the two masses of flesh and silicone without too much thought going into it as at this point I was mostly being controlled by my libido.

In the middle of me straining my tongue to get it as much as possible into her mouth, I remembered again that I was on camera, so I looked over at the girl, only to find that she wasn't there. Put off by this, I stopped grabbing her breasts and shifted more in my seat to look around at where she went, just to find out that she was now out of the booth and was standing next to the table at an angle. Neither of the two said anything, must've been because they do this sort of thing enough for it to be a routine, people nowadays and their egos. Seeing as how her friend was positioned somewhere new, I decided to do something new as well, going on to turn my body and have myself face toward the table like how one is supposed to sit here. I then reach for the back of the bimbo girl's head to palm it and bring her head down to my cock that's coursing with tons of vigor. I then have her swallow the majority of my length, taking pleasure in the feel of her recently swabbed mouth. I wrap up a tuft of her silky hair in my hand use that grip to make her suck me off with that mouth and those big lips of hers. I look into the camera as I remembered wanting to do that and put on a big teeth-baring smile as I thought that would be kinda hilarious to do while getting sucked off in a restaurant. It was a bit disheartening to realize that every photo she had taken, from me arriving and up until this point probably wouldn't get the reaction that I wanted, even though that's supposed to be a good thing in terms of the fundamentals of my ability, it's just that I actually gave people some good-ass content, the content that they follow her for: her sexy-ass body! Pfft. Whatever. Nothing to cry over, unlike this blowjob which I bet if I made her put more effort into, I'd probably get a little emotional from how good it feels.

"All~ the way in. Yeah. Just like that. Do it nice n thoroughly, yeah." I said under my breath to her as I made her take it deep in the face. With a calm smile on my face, I enjoyed the temperature of the back of her throat along with the soft and wet feeling of her lips sliding up and down on my genitalia. Since looking directly at females that I made give me blowjobs wasn't something that I often do, I found my eyes wandering about the place, just looking for the sake of looking with no ulterior motive... that is until I saw this one table all the way at the front of the restaurant. From the looks of it, there were three females sitting at a square table capable of accommodating four people, but there seemed to be only three sitting there with the personless chair having a handbag on it. I quickly got to thinking and just as quickly got to concluding that I was gonna go over there and see what I could get up to. Sure, the artificially well-endowed and conventionally attractive female that I had right here topless and sucking my dick was worth cumming buckets all over, but having quick and easy access to different females all in one very small had its own special allure to it. It's like what people say - variety is the spice of life, and where I come from, we love spice! With my next plan of action being decided, I raised the girl's head up until her back became straight. I released my hand from her hair and stared at her for a while, just looking at the state that I had put her in. Just like with any of the females that I didn't let out of my control or had anything to say right after having my dick in their mouth, she looked dumb with her face frozen and her saliva-moistened lips agape in an O. I found it worth pointing out how silly she looked because she just heavily comes off as the type of person to always wanna look good, and seeing how unphotogenic she looked now with that dunce look on her face paired with how her enhanced DDs were completely out, it was a one-of-a-kind sight to behold. But I don't know. Photogenicity could be relative. If she were doing some sort of bimbo fetish porn shoot like this, then I would say that she looks exceptional, although then again when you've got big and symmetrical titties, context may not matter because primal lust is one hell of a thing.

Realizing that I was wasting time again, I gave her a goodbye via jiggling both her mildly weighty breasts up and down a couple times with the tips of my fingers and then giving her erect nipples a quick tug. I got up out of the spot that I was occupying and faced toward the front of the restaurant as that's where the aforementioned girls were sitting. I start walking over to them, passing by the girl's friend who has been acting as her photographer the whole time and going on to give her two taps on the butt as my form of thanks. As I make my way over to the trio, a waitress that's coming my way stops and turns to set down two glasses of water on a table that's being occupied by two males. She was 5'5, looked to be in her early thirties, and was Middle-Eastern, most likely Arabian since ethnically themed restaurants tend to employ those who are of the restaurant's theme. Her skin was light brown, her eyes brown, and she had tousled black hair that went down to the middle of her back.

When I got to her, I stopped by her and placed my hand on the upper part of her back and pushed down on it to make her bend over just a little. With my other hand, I flipped up the back of her black knee-length skirt and exposed her agreeably plump ass. Bringing my hand down from her back, I held her skirt up and started touching her butt a little bit, just pinching the skin and pulling it back a little before letting it go and watching it softly jiggle from the recoil. I finish with a generous smack on the side of her butt cheek and go on to pull her red panties down. I could see that she had some hair down there, hinting that it's been some time since she's last shaven. I stick just my middle finger inside her and start flicking it back and forth very quickly. What first felt like a lack of moisture soon became close to an abundance of it as I felt less resistance on my finger, enabling me to go even faster and make more thorough strides. "What do you think you're doing getting wet on the job? You've gotta focus and stop— oh, crap! I'm fucking DOING IT AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!" I yell out after realizing that I'm back on my bullshit. I quickly take my finger out of her and stick it in her mouth, swabbing it all around in there to make sure she gets a good taste of herself. I dry my finger off on her shirt, making sure to press into her braed breast as I do so just for some extra satisfaction. With my finger now dried, I get back on track with going to the females that are at the front of the restaurant, marching over to them with a steeled will as I am not going to be distracted anymore... SERIOUSLY!