Wedding - Sex Stories

Wedding

... disappointed and I would suffer for it later. "Peach gelato to cleanse your palate, Madame," I heard a voice above me say to the sound of something being set on the table. "Is everything to your satisfaction?" "No, actually things are not going very well, but it has nothing to do with your efforts or the food. It's an issue I'm going to have to address later with strong measures." Uh oh! I thought. I hoped that didn't mean the single tail, remembering that it was what left the marks last time around. With renewed effort, I started licking and sucking on her cheeks and inner thighs working my way toward her perineum. Chanticleer started shifting her ass slightly around on the seat, so I knew I was doing better and started massaging her taint with my tongue. I knew that was a sensitive area for her and her movements increased. She had her skirt gathered up on her lap, but now reached down and dropped it over my head. Even though it was a light cotton material, it immediately became much warmer and more humid under her dress. Then I noticed the increased odors... it was the smell of pure sex- perfume, mixed with body odor, enhanced by sweat and permeated by the pungent yet exciting aroma emanating from her prick. I was now working my way up and around her granite hard penis, licking, massaging, wrapping my mouth around it sideways and occasionally taking gentle nips as she had taught me. I felt a wet drop on my cheek and, after a moment, realized it was a dribble of pre-cum from ...

... my Mistress. I immediately moved up to the head and found it oozing pre-cum with a small stream running down the underside. I quickly captured it all with my lips and tongue, rolled it around then swallowed. It was delicious, sweet and creamy with a gooey texture that coated my mouth and throat. "And here's your Osso Bucco, Madame. Would you care for any ground pepper?" "No, thank you" That was my cue to get to work in earnest and I grasped her shaft with one hand and began working the still sheathed head of her cock with my tongue. I used my tongue between her swollen head and the foreskin working my way all the way around and as deep as I could go. I knew she was enjoying herself by her wiggling on the seat and the copious pre-cum she was leaking. Suddenly it seemed to be getting lighter in my little den. I could barely see through the thin dress material, however, it was definitely getting much brighter. Suddenly I realized that the tablecloth was being raised like the curtain in a theater and as it went up, I could see more and more of the dining room and they, obviously, could see much more of me. Oh, God, NO! I mentally screamed. Not this, Mistress, Please not this, as I realized that she must be pulling up the tablecloth from the top exposing my actions to the whole restaurant. Up and up it went, but, luckily, as it reached the top, there was only one table with a good view, that of the couple that had been watching me earlier. I could barely see them, but they seemed ...