Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares - Sex Stories

Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares

... that by reaching out, I’d upset the balance between us and ruin the game that had been so much fun to play.

Take what you can get had always been my approach to life; it was why I’d jerked my cock off for Jen – just some giggly woman on the bus home - when she’d asked me to; it was why I’d followed blind instructions, breaking into her university dormitory, and allowed myself to be tied up; and, ultimately, it was why I’d been willing to swallow my own cum at Jen’s insistence.

In return, she’d sucked me off, then joined me in taking her roommate’s anal virginity – Jen preparing the way with her fingers and tongue before guiding my cock into Kate’s arse and watching every stroke as her friend rode me in the sluttiest way imaginable, forcing me to cum inside her.

They were memories that would last a lifetime, but when Jen had dropped back to her knees and started sucking my cock again, I discovered just howkinky she was willing to be.

It helped that Kate sat touching herself as she watched the cock that had just been up her arse getting sucked off by her best friend, but it was the way Jen guided my hands to her head, encouraging me to fuck and use her mouth that sent me over the edge for the third time that night, and I’d made sure she swallowed every drop remaining in me.

Just the memory of how willing she’d been to goarse to mouth – some other girl's arse at that – had me wanking my cock at every opportunity, and even now, in a bar full of people, I could ...

... feel myself growing in size.

“David,” a voice said, calling my attention back to Wednesday night at work. Looking up, it was Pablo, a Spanish lad who was one ofThe Republic’smore recent waiter hires.

I smiled, glad of the bar counter between us, and he continued, “One of the bookings is in, and the lady is saying she won a competition for a free dinner booking.”

“Erm, right – OK,” I answered. It wasn’t even unlikely that we’d have a booking in on some sort of jolly without me being told in advance, but Pablo – great waiter that he was – had only been in the country about nine months and could still sometimes struggle with the language.

“Which table?” I asked, just stalling for time – willing myself to calm down in the trouser area – because it could only be the group of three sat in the far corner of the room.

Going over now, before any food or drink was ordered, to clear up the mistake was the only option, and I just had to hope that - sitting eye level with my crotch – no one would notice the semi-firm outline down my left trouser leg.

Approaching, it became clear it was a family of three; parents in their 50s/60s and one adult daughter, who sat with her back to me.

Following the voice of experience, I directed my attention to the father of the family, as the person most likely to have made the booking, “Good evening, I’m David, the manager this evening; I believe there was a question regarding your reservation?”

Although I kept my face a professional ...