Becoming A Slut - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Becoming A Slut - Chapter 3

... intention of earning a load before they reached the restaurant, and Vincent didn’t seem to have any intention of giving her one, or he would’ve started fucking her face on the spot.

A few minutes later, after Hailey had become very well acquainted with every ridge and vein on his dick, she heard Vincent’s driver say, “We’re almost there.”

The pressure at the back of her head disappeared and Vincent helped her sit up straight again. Hailey looked at him, not knowing what to say since she’d blown him before they exchanged ten words, but Vincent pulled her into another kiss and then said, “Fuck, you are amazing.”

“Thank you.” Hailey smiled, and as the car approached the restaurant, she pulled a mirror from her purse and adjusted her make up and her hair a little, just to make it a little less obvious about what had been in her mouth a few moments earlier, while Vincent tucked himself back into his pants. The restaurant valet opened the door of the car just as the two became fully presentable again. Hailey had to wonder how many women had blown Vincent on the way to dinner for him and his driver to have mastered the timing so well.

The valet held out a hand and Hailey took it as she stepped out of the car, looking like a perfect rich lady as far as anyone was concerned. As she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she felt the eyes of the people waiting in line in front of the restaurant on her skin and had to suppress a shiver of delight. Hailey waited for Vincent to join ...

... her without turning to him, and when she felt his hand on the small of her back, she let him guide her forward. The security guards stepped aside, the velvet rope opened, and Vincent led her through the glass door into the restaurant.

The main room was poorly lit to allow for privacy, with round tables spread across the floor, every one of them occupied with as many people as it could host. The waiters speed-walked among them, their trays nearly bending under the weight of all the glasses of wine and scotch.

The second the maitre d' saw Vincent, he stepped out from behind his little desk and smiled brightly. “Mr. Lynn, welcome!”

“Luke, how’ve you been?” Vincent replied as the two shook hands.

When the maitre d' looked at Hailey, she merely offered a smile and a slight nod of acknowledgment, but kept her distance as all women who are spoken for should. “Please, let me lead you to your table.”

Vincent had her walk in front of him and Hailey made sure enjoyed the view as they walked among the tables, doing her best impersonation of a model on a catwalk. She didn’t mind attracting the gazes of the other guests of the restaurant, either, though for a different reason. Hailey looked like a prim and proper lady, one who wouldn’t be caught dead giving head in the back of a Rolls Royce, and the sense of deception added a whole new layer of pleasure to her experience.

The maitre d' guided them through the main restaurant floor, but he didn’t take them to any of the ...