Waiting for Michelle at Riley's Diner

Megan had only been waiting for a short while when she saw Michelle walk in the door with her small book bag slung over her shoulder. Michelle quickly spotted her and made her way over to say hello.

"Hello sex slave!", was Megan's greeting as Michelle walked up to her, her face quickly turning beet red and sat down.

Michelle ordered a coffee and a slice of toast with some bacon while Megan got the German pancake, a huge pancake covered in lemon juice and powdered sugar and also ordered a coffee to go with it. They both made small talk while waiting for their orders to arrive as if nothing was out of the ordinary and they were two friends enjoying a meal together. Michelle was getting nervous about the apparent calmness of Megan and the perfectly ordinary situation they were in considering the power she held over her.

"Don't eat too much Michelle, you need to save some room for dessert." Megan said as the waitress brought over Michelle's coffee. Michelle took a sip and asked Megan what was for dessert. She lifted her eyebrows and said, "You'll see."

The food arrived rather quickly and Michelle could only manage a few meagre bites, feeling a little off while Megan devoured her pancake. Both of them finished off their drinks and Michelle took another look at the menu, there was no "dessert" menu per se and immediately knew that Megan was up to something.

"O.K., Michelle, are you ready for dessert?" Megan asked her.

"I'm feeling a bit off, but what did you have in mind?" she responded.

"Something nice and tasty that won't fill you up. O.K., there is no sense beating around the bush, Michelle. Or should I say 'sex slave.' I think that has a better ring to it. So, sex slave. Get down under the table and eat me out."

Hold on a minute, Michelle thought to myself. The restaurant was packed, and she couldn't believe that Megan was asking me to do that. "What, right here?" she protested.

Megan grabbed her hand tightly and gave it a hard squeeze. "I don't recall giving you permission to decline my orders, sex slave. It is 10:30 A.M. right now; until midnight Sunday, when I tell you to do something, you will do it. You're response will be 'Yes Mistress.' Do you understand?"

Michelle wasn't sure if she was prepared for this. She had no experience with dominant and submissive role playing.

"Sex slave, get under the table and lick my cunt! Come on, there is a long table cloth, no one will notice."

Michelle nervously looked around the room to make sure no one was paying attention to her, and then crawled under the table. The table cloth covered her pretty well, but if anyone glanced at the floor they would surely see Michelle's feet. She looked up, and was facing Megan's knees. It was hard to position her body to do what she wanted her to do. Michelle kneeled on the floor and spread her legs. She hiked up Megan's dress. Michelle pulled Megan's lacy white panties down over her knees and legs and dropped them to the floor. She was very surprised to see that she was shaved bare. She put my face right up to her pink pussy lips, and started to kiss.

Megan put her hands under the table and roughly grabbed Michelle's head. She shoved the cheerleader's head into her lap, forcing her to eat her out. Michelle let her saliva drip down to lubricate Megan's pussy, and started to eat her out. She was aware of the crowd in the restaurant and could hear people talking and feeling the vibrations as people walked by less then three feet away from her. She felt so weird to be kneeling on the tile floor of a crowded restaurant, giving a girl oral sex. Michelle wondered what kind of expression was on Megan's face as the cheerleade's tongue was buried in her pussy giving her oral pleasure.

Without any experience to draw from Michelle circled her pussy the way she would want a lover to circle her own; big slow circles leading up to small fast circles as she got closer and closer to her clit. She could smell Megan's arousal. Michelle centered in on her clit, and flicked her tongue right on it. She varied the movements; sometimes her tongue would circle her clit, and sometimes it would flick her clit. She also paid a lot of attention to the whole area between her legs, giving the pussy lips and inner thighs nice long licks as well. She could tell that Megan was pleased when she started to squirm, and it was hard to keep her mouth between her legs. Michelle skipped a heart beat when heard the waitress come to their table and offer Megan some more coffee. She stopped squirming long enough to say yes, and then she rotated her hips even more after the waitress left.

As Michelle licked Megan's pussy faster and faster, her mind was focused on what twists and turns she had planned for the rest of the weekend dreading what else could come. The only solace I had was the fact that Megan had to keep a straight face while she was getting eaten out in a crowded restaurant; Michelle stuck my index finger inside her wet hole, hoping to make her lose control and lose face in front of anyone.

A few minutes later the waitress brought her coffee; by the sound of her footsteps, Michelle knew she was less than a foot away from her. She wanted to make Megan cum while the waitress was there, but she served the coffee and left quickly. She kept right on licking and sucking her pussy while sliding her finger deeper inside her pussy, trying to rub her G-spot to make her explode. Suddenly Megan clamped her legs around Michelle's head tightly and roughly pushed she head into her lap. She looked down and whispered "Faster, slave. Make me cum hard, and I will have mercy on you... HAH! Fat chance of that; just lick me good and make me cum, bitch!"

This was the first time she had called me a bitch. I guess it was to help reinforce the fact that she was my mistress and I was her slave. Michelle kissed Megan's pussy lips and flicked her tongue on the girl's clit hard, slobbering all over her lap as she eagerly lapped up her flowing juices. Michelle kissed her the way she would have liked to be kissed if she was the one receiving oral sex; hard and fast. She fingered her cunt mercilessly, and Megan clamped her legs so hard around Michelle's head it hurt a little. She could feel the girl's pussy muscles clamp down hard on my index finger, and felt her lap push her head up. Michelle had to put her free hand above her head to avoid bumping it on the bottom of the table. She squirmed and rocked her hips as she came, and Michelle could feel her wetness as her pussy exploded. She knew that her face would be covered with female juices and her own saliva when she was done, and hoped that there would be a clean napkin on the table. Megan struggled to keep quiet and Michelle could hear a small moan escape her lips as she experienced her orgasm.

When Michelle felt Megan's last contraction, she pulled my finger out of her sopping cunt and looked under the table cloth to make sure nobody was looking. When the coast was clear, she slid back up, sat back in her chair and tried to look nonchalant. Michelle reached for a napkin to clean the wetness off her face, but Megan pulled it out of reach, refusing to let her clean it off.

"Leave your pretty face the way it is, slave, so people can see. No one will know what it really is, they'll just think you are a slob. I like the idea of you parading out the front door with my pussy juices dripping down your chin."