Wedding - Sex Stories

Wedding

... videotape we've made which could accidentally end up on the internet or, perhaps, 'YouTube' for a little while before they took them down." Shit! She's not k**ding, went through my mind as I looked frantically around the room. Fortunately, the booth she arranged for us was somewhat secluded, there were only about four tables in our line of sight, and there was that long velvet tablecloth that would hide the view of me under there. Maybe this wouldn't be so terrible after all, humiliating, but not gruesome. At that moment Chanticleer held up her fork, waved it in my face, and with an evil smile reached under the table. In a raised voice she said, with some sarcasm, "Oops, I dropped my fork, would you please pick it up for me, darling?" I quickly glanced around and nobody seemed to be paying the slightest attention, so I slid to my knees and ducked under the table. The restaurant was dimly lit anyway, and under the table, it was just plain dark. Luckily, Chanticleer's white dress showed up pretty well and acted as a guide to my target. Chanticleer reached under the table with both hands and pulled up her skirt to reveal herself. She was wearing no underwear and her pubic area was clean-shaven. I maneuvered myself into position between her legs with her lovely crotch only inches from my face. As my eyes got used to the dark, I could see her semi-flaccid penis hanging over her ball sack. My mistress has a thick uncircumcised seven-inch cock that is almost the perfect size for ...

... sucking. It fits snugly in my mouth and partially down my throat, but not far enough that it activates my gag reflex. I stared at it in the dim light as it awoke and started bobbing up and down as it expanded. I could barely make out the outline of the small tattoo on her lower tummy, a stylized fighting rooster with one bladed foot pointing at Chanticleer's penis. This was the Mexican cock called Chanticleer, the source of her adopted pseudonym. I felt Chanticleer's hand caressing my face until she came to my ear where she firmly dug her long fingernail into the lobe... it hurt like hell. "You Pendejo, what are you waiting for? Let the rehearsal commence. Get your faggot mouth around my pene and start sucking." I immediately wrapped my lips around her penis and started working my tongue around the head and under the foreskin. Her cock was erect in seconds fully filling my mouth with warm throbbing flesh... I barely had room to move my tongue around and she apparently realized that and pulled her dick out far enough that I could massage the head with my lips and tongue. After a couple of minutes of oral massage, she began squirming and shifting her buttocks around on the leather seat, and I could tell she was getting very aroused. "Would Madame care for another cocktail?" a male voice asked from above me. "Yes, please." "And the gentleman?" "He's having one now." "I'm sorry?" the waiter sounded confused. "He's having his cocktail under the table, but, yes, you can bring him ...