Wedding - Sex Stories

Wedding

... what was going on, but knew I had never felt more exposed. "Thank you, my dear. That was a wonderful performance," The woman said. "Someday we'll have to see if George here can do as well." Yes, indeed," said the gentleman, "It was much better than anticipated. We got several nice photos and a lengthy video. You'll find a nice tip in the envelope." He gently smiled at me and took a tan envelope from his breast pocket which he laid it on the table in front of my Mistress carefully avoiding the recently deposited goo. He then took his companions arm and strolled toward the exit. "I hope we might arrange to do this again soon," She called back. "and perhaps next time we could add a female participant." Mistress acknowledged with an amiable wave and I watched as she opened the envelope and thumbed through ten crisp hundred-dollar bills. She smiled and put them back in the envelope. That money, added to the three hundred dollars I was paying, must have made for a pleasingly lucrative evening. The waiter approached our table, made a slight bow and said, "The manager has taken care of your bill Ms. Chanticleer. Thank you for joining us this evening and I hope everything was satisfactory." Just then I felt some of Mistress's sperm, softened by my body heat, slide down my nose and dangle in a glob at the tip, the waiter must have noticed it too because he shifted his gaze to me just as the clump dislodged itself and made it's seemingly slow motion descent to the fancy tablecloth. He gave me a withering look, took one-step back from the table, bowed again, and left. As I looked around the dining room, I could see that several other diners were sneaking looks at our table and I realized that, although public humiliation was not unusual during my relationship with Mistress Chanticleer, I had never felt so debased, so shamed, so embarrassed... this was the absolute height of my degradation. My dick was hard as a rock.