:: Get under the table. {"position":"10,570"} <><><><>All right, you say to yourself, I guess I'm a cocksucking slut now who pays for <>her<>his<> meals on <>her<>his<> knees. This thought sends a frisson of excitement through you.<>You're terrified about doing such a thing in public, but decide to trust Sean.<> [[You]] look around nervously, decide that nobody is looking at you, and slip under the table, trusting that the tablecloth will keep your activities away from prying eyes. You awkwardly maneuver around the table's central column and find yourself in a rather cramped position between [[Sean]]'s legs. You struggle to get his belt undone with your delicate hands<> and long <>red<>pink<> fingernails<>. When you finish undoing his belt and the button of his slacks, Sean reaches under the table to stroke your hair. You pull his zipper down and his half-hard cock immediately springs out at you. You wonder what it must be like to have a cock like that. You imagine it must make you more confident and Sean is certainly a prime exhibit for that theory. <>Ah well, you don't have a penis any more anyway.<>Thinking about your own much smaller rock-hard dick, it's probably not surprising that you're the one on your knees servicing him.<> Ah well, you think, time to stop worrying about it and start sucking it. You take him into your mouth and try to coax him to full erection. You take the opportunity to take him all the way into your mouth so your chin is touching his pants and your nose is in his pubic hair. The smell of his pubic hair is intensely arousing, an earthy, masculine scent and you can't help but deeply inhale. You give his balls a quick lick before he suddenly starts growing in your mouth. The psychological effect of this is amazingly sexy. You're doing this. The feeling of your lips and tongue is what is making him expand to fill your mouth and throat. You pull back as it threatens to choke you, not wanting to gag and draw attention to yourself under the table. You marvel at how much longer it has gotten as you pull your mouth off it. You take your head off of it completely and just admire this long, thick, veiny monstrosity. My God, what a cock he has. Sean grabs you by the head and pulls you back onto his cock so you can continue your oral homage to his phallus. It strikes you again how like a young god he seems. You feel like it is entirely fitting that you should be on your knees worshiping him. Just as you've got as much of him lodged into your throat as you can take, Blake returns and says, "So, Sean, you want anything for dessert?" You glance over to just below the tablecloth and you can see Blake's polished shoes. "Yeah," he says, "I'll have the cassata." "Anything for the lady?" Blake asks. "The lady is already having dessert," Sean says. There is a slight pause and then Blake laughs. You blush and hear the two of them exchange whispers which you can't make out as you continue to choke as quietly as you can on Sean's rod. You see Blake's feet disappear and Sean's cock suddenly jerks and throbs in your throat, causing you to gag a bit. You quickly pull off of him so you don't make too much noise. Sean puts his hand on the back of your head and pushes you back onto his cock. You take him back onto his cock and get back to work, swallowing him as deeply as you can without taking the risk of gagging. You soon establish a rhythm and it isn't long before his cock gives a telltale twitch. You really have no choice but to swallow, so you hold his cock in your mouth as he empties his load into your gullet.<><><><> When you've finished swallowing, Sean lets go of your head. He pulls his cock out of your mouth and rubs it on your face, the scent of his cock and come intoxicating you. He tucks himself in and zips up while you slip out from between his thighs. You lick your lips quickly to make sure you don't have any come on your face and peek out from under the tablecloth to get a good look at where the rest of the customers are looking. However, it's too hard for you to see everybody and you're afraid to emerge. Eventually, Sean nudges you with his foot and you take it as a cue to crawl out from under your table and back into your seat. As you do so, you notice that a couple of men in the restaurant are watching you do it. One of them winks at you and brushes a finger across the corner of his lip. You automatically do the same and are mortified to discover that a bit of Sean's come was clinging to the side of your lip. You turn your head in embarrassment and <>absent-mindedly lick the come off your finger<>wipe your finger off on your napkin<>. "That was great, Parker," Sean says when you're settled back into your seat. "You're getting really good at giving head." You blush and lower your eyes, suddenly ashamed of what a huge slut you are. You remember making disparaging jokes with your best friend Billy about girls in the school who were rumored to "get around," calling them sluts and whores. You'd bet none of them ever sunk so low as to suck off some stud under the table in a public restaurant. Blake comes back with Sean's cassata which looks delicious. When Blake leaves, Sean starts digging into his dessert while you eye it a little hungrily. Sean says in a low voice, "Hey, Parker, if you want a second helping of dessert, we still need to leave Blake a tip. I'm sure he'd rather have head from you than money from me." <>[[Whatever you want, Sean.]] <>[[I'd rather not.]]