Becoming A Slut - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Becoming A Slut - Chapter 3

... available tables. A staircase hugged the second floor, and Hailey followed it up to the top where she found a few VIP booths on a balcony overlooking the main floor, with curtains in case the guests needed some extra privacy.

The three of them went up the stairs, and the man showed them to a booth at the very end of the balcony, the most private table in the restaurant. When Hailey saw it, she shot Vincent a knowing look, and the bastard grinned back at her as they took their seats.

Hailey continued to play the part of the quiet beauty when the waiter came to ask their orders, but when the wine arrived and the waiter shut the curtains, she raised an eyebrow and said, “How many women have you fucked in this booth?”

Vincent didn’t look up from the menu as he shrugged and said, “I don’t know, you’d have to ask Luke, he’s probably keeping count.”

Smiling in spite of herself, Hailey shook her head as she grabbed the menu as well. “Are you always so forward?”

“Yes.” He looked up from the menu. “Do you always suck dick so well?”

“No.” Hailey smiled coyly. “Usually I’m better.”

Vincent laughed out loud as he put the menu back on the table. “I have to admit, I’ve never seen a woman go from blowing me to being the classiest lady in the room so quickly.”

“What can I say, it’s a gift.” To underscore her point, Hailey extended her leg under the table, trailed up his thigh, and straight to his crotch.

Vincent shifted in his seat and regarded her with a ...

... mischievous look. “I see.” He raised his glass of wine in a toast.

Hailey mirrored him, working over his cock with her shoes as she said, “So what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done here?”

Vincent tilted his head, thinking, and then said, “This one chick sucked me off while before we got our orders. When the waiter came with the food, she was under the table, giving me head.”

Hailey stifled a moan. She’d been barely holding on for the entire week, and the ride in the Rolls Royce pushed her over the edge. “Yeah?” she asked him. Then she set the napkin on the table, raised the tablecloth, and said, “Tell the waiter I’ll have the pot roast when he asks.”

Hailey only caught a glimpse of the shock on Vincent’s face before she slid under the table and crawled between his legs, grateful for the carpet that took it easy on her knees. Vincent spread his knees for her and her hands immediately went to work on his zipper. Hailey had it down in no time, and then she shimmied his pants down his legs. She’d only gotten to suck on his cock in the car, so she wanted full access this time.

When she had his pants around his ankles, Hailey leaned forward and pepper light kisses up and down his cock. The table meant she had to tilt her head to the side to find the space, but Hailey managed, and soon Vincent had her lipstick marks all over his shaft and balls.

Feeling that she’d teased him enough, Hailey decided to show him she had the most talented mouth he’d ever experienced. She ...