The Story of Jane

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Jane – Chapter 3

The humiliation of the waiter looking at my panties lying on the table was too much. I felt the walls of my vagina contract in a huge orgasm. I tried to hold back verbally as best I could. It tore threw me and I felt my juices gush out of me. "OHHHHHHHH" was all that came out through clenched teeth.

The waiter stopped serving and watched my orgasm. He couldn't decide what to look at, my nipples, my face or my panties. "Maam are you alright?" He looked at Joe for confirmation that I wasn't having a stroke.

"Oh she's fine son. She's just a horny slut. She does this all the time." Was Joe's reply for me.

I just wanted to crawl under the table and die at this point. With the seat being as wet as it was sliding under would have been easy. I was never dry during sex but this was insane. You could clearly smell it and I could feel it dripping down my thigh toward my shoe. Joe and the waiter were having a conversation about me being a horny slut and cuming right here in the restaurant and how I liked it in the ass. I really never heard any of it as I came down from a tremendous orgasm considering that nothing was touching me at the time I had it. As I came back down I heard Joe say that I would need some extra napkins and I would be fine. The waiter smiled at Joe and said sure. He gave me a last glace and scurried off to tell the rest of the staff what had happened I am sure.

"Well slut I was not expecting that. But you know that you broke one of the rules right?"

Gathering myself, "Sir please can you take my panties off the table?"

"Nah, I like for them to see that you aren't wearing any. Besides at this point he has told everyone working here what you did. I can't believe that you came like that. Totally frickin unbelievable, my little slut gets turned on by humiliation. Who knew? Well I guess we both do now slut."

Weakly I nodded my head at what was the undeniable truth.

"Well this discovery makes me very happy slut. We are going to have a lot of fun with this. You were lucky that we weren't sitting in the middle of the restaurant when you did that, they might have called 911." Joe started laughing at his joke and all I could do is smile. I pulled a long, cold drink from my water goblet to steady myself. As I looked up the waiter was heading back with my extra napkins. He was smiling at me as he approached and handed me the napkins.

"Thank you Sir." As I accepted them and met his eyes as best I could. He finished serving and as he left I cleaned up my juices.

"Gee you know I didn't think of it at the time but this place has great service. I'll bet if I asked him to he would have cleaned that up for you. What do you think slut?"

I felt the spasms again between my thighs at the thought of him putting his hand between my legs and wiping me clean. So close again……. "OH god sir, please not that."

"Your right slut, I promised the valet a treat for taking care of the car, never mind." The grin on his face was pure evil.

There was a steady stream of help after this. Our water glasses were never empty. No crumbs stayed on the table for long. Dishes were removed as soon as we finished. The service was amazing. I knew that the word of what had happened was getting around with the staff. Even some of the girls came by to look at me and my panties. The wetness between my legs would not stop during the entire dinner. I tried to get my mind off my crotch by looking around the room, thinking about my day, thinking about tomorrow, anything. It didn't work. When the last of the dishes was cleared our waiter brought the check. Looking at me he thanked me for making his evening. My blush deepened and told him thank you. Joe immediately corrected me because I did not address him as Sir.

"I told you every time you make a mistake you get punished. Slide out of the booth and stop at the edge I think you need to give George here a good look under that dress as punishment for not addressing him properly."

Looking at his face I knew that any discussion would be useless. I slid out to the edge while an amused George looked at me. When I cleared the tablecloth and stopped my pussy was in plain view to George, and anyone else at the same angle. Fortunately no one sitting in that direction was paying any attention. He looked between my legs and smiled at my hairless slit.

"Very nice view sir thank you, I am sure she is a lot of fun in bed."

"That she is George, in bed and out. Maybe if we come back we will see you again. I think she owes you a blowjob on your break. She gives great head, don't you dear?"

"Yes Sir." If I could have only found a hole……

"Tell him how much you would love to suck his cock dear." I could tell that statement was an order. Looking at him I mustered a smile and said, "I would love to suck your cock Sir." I could feel the walls of my vagina pulsing again but I pushed the feeling down.

"Well I would love to have you do that sometime. I am the head waiter here so if you want to come back, call ahead and ask for me we will set you up with the best room in the restaurant, very private Sir. And it will be on me." He handed Joe a card with his personal number on the back.

"Why thank you George. That is a wonderful offer and we will take you up on that very soon. Come on dear stop showing the man your cunt, I am sure George has to get back to work. Thank the man for looking and tell him how much you are looking forward to coming back."

"Thank you Sir. I am looking forward to coming back here again." God I sounded like a parrot. I had a mind of my own, didn't I? I am an educated woman!! I raised a great daughter!! I'm a past president of the PTA for god sakes!! What am I doing this for? As if Joe could read my mind he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "So far you are doing great. Remember you are the one that agreed to this earlier this evening. I gave you a chance to back out. You didn't then, so you can't now. Tomorrow is another day but tonight your ass is mine. Don't forget that. Now let's go. You have another show to do."

All the fight that was growing in me was deflated. I did agree. I did this. I could have stopped but I chose not too. Why did I do that? What would that say about me? But the humiliation was awful. I felt like a huge slut. I came in a restaurant, in front of a total stranger. I told him how much I wanted his cock in my mouth while he stared at my naked pussy. I have to stop this. I couldn't do this anymore. But even as those thoughts crossed my mind I knew it didn't ring true. I had never been this sexually excited in my entire life. The humiliation that Joe had been subjecting me to, both tonight and during the past few months at home was a major sexual turn on for me. I had to admit that to myself. Following Joe's instructions in public had added a new excitement to all of this. There was a very freeing quality to the experience of not having to make any decisions.

By the time that conversation had occurred in my mind we had reached the front door. The host opened the door for us and looked directly at me, "I hope that we will see you again soon Miss." All I could do was smile at him. It was obvious that the word had gotten around.

Joe answered for us. "We thank you, George and the staff were amazing. You will be seeing us again soon."

The young valet was waiting outside the door and he lit up when he saw us coming. "Your car is right here Sir. I put it in the spot where I could keep an eye on it."

"Thanks son. Can you escort my lady to her door? Make sure you tip him dear." I knew the tip was the same one that I had given the waiter. I nodded my accent to his order and steeled myself. I knew what I had to do. I asked his name as we went around the front of the car and he told me it was Kevin. As he opened the door and I slid in my skirt rode up my thigh past the top of my stocking. I left my legs wide open, looked him in the eye and said "Why thank you Sir for opening my door." I made sure he got a good long look before swinging my leg into the car.

"Dear that wasn't much of a tip for the guy." Joe hit the button for my window and called out to Kevin. As he came back toward the car Joe gave me a series of orders. Kevin made it to the window and Joe started. "I'm sorry son I don't think that my slut thanked you properly. Watch…."

That was my cue to pull my dress up around my waist. "Now play with that cunt for him. Oh and show him your tits dear." I slid the strap down my arm and removed it. The dress slid down and caught on my nipple. He had a full view of my pussy and as I moved my hand down toward it the dress fell exposing my left breast completely. I know I should have been humiliated and I was but I was so far gone that with the first rub across my clit it started a rippling orgasm. I needed to cum so badly that I didn't care if I was in the center ring of Barnham & Bailey circus. I didn't care about the rules. I was cum. Nothing was going to stop it. My body started shaking as the orgasm waved over me. With each pulse it became stronger and the ebb between them became shorter. Soon there was no ebb. It was electric. So strong that the only noise I could make was UGGGGGG.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH" as the air rushed out of me. I slid a finger deep inside and ground my cunt down on it.

"Make sure you clean that finger slut."

I swirled my tongue around licking the thick juice that had stuck to my finger after removing it from my cunt. His eyes followed my tongue hungry for more.

"What do you think Kevin? Now that was a tip."

"Yes Sir it was, thank you."

"Thank the young man slut." I was slumped in the seat with my fingers absently rubbing around my clit. "Thank you Sir for watching me."

"Anytime and if you need anything more just let me know."

Joe stepped in on that comment. "Talk to George. I will be calling him before we come back."

They exchanges goodbyes and I smiled at him as he backed away from the car.

"Keep that dress up and your hand in that cunt. You did great back there slut. You broke the no cuming without permission rule and will pay the price later but the show was awesome. I am very proud that you did exactly as you were told. You know the next time we go back there you will be spending a lot of time on your knees."

"Oh Joe Sir you really wouldn't make me do that would you?"

"I'm not sure when I will be ready for that but make no mistake if we go back you will be sucking cock and even fucking if I tell you to. Now there is a dance club a few miles from here. Seeing that you seem so easily excitable on this fine evening get those fingers in that cunt and get me one more orgasm before we get there."

My fingers started moving closer to my clit and teasing it harder. This was an order that was not going to be hard to comply with as I could feel one building again. I started to slip my free hand into the strap on my dress to cover my breast but Joe stopped me.

"No one told you to cover that did they? I like it right where it is. If you are looking for something to do with that other hand bring it over here."

He grabbed my left hand and placed it in his crotch. I could feel his rock hard cock straining to get out. As I rubbed myself closer and closer I moved my hand up and down the length of his zipper. It excited me to see that this turned him on as much as it did me.

"I think a quick blow job in the parking lot will be in order."

I came hard at that moment. Pulling at my clit increased the intensity. "AAAAHHHHHHHH oh GODDDDD."

As it started to subside he made a right turn and a big sign for Pogo's dance club appeared. We pulled into the parking lot and thankfully Joe headed for the back row. After backing in he grabbed my hair and pulled my face toward his crotch. Unzipping his fly he instructed me to get it out. I am not sure if his cock had ever been that hard before, it was a steel rod in my hand. Moving up and down the shaft I could see the precum leaking out of the tip in the dim light of the parking lot. I let the head enter my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip. A low guttural moan escaped this throat as I moved lower and accepted more until his cock hit the back of my throat. Moving my tongue around the shaft as I slowly bobbed my head up and down. I could feel him tense and then a huge load of cum started pouring into my mouth. I had to swallow as fast as I could to keep up. He heaved a sigh of relief as his cock stopped pulsing his hot come in my mouth.

"God you are good at that and I think you get better every time. Those guys at the restaurant are going to love you. Now remember the rules in here. Do not cross your legs at anytime. Keep your knees at least a foot apart when you sit down. And one more thing, you are not allowed to say no to any man that asks you to dance. Do you understand my little cocksucker? Oh and fix your dress, I think that if you go in with your tit hanging out you will get more attention than either one of us want."

Pulling the strap back up I told him, "Yes Sir I understand and I promise to do my best."

"You better because if you don't I will have you doing blowjobs in the parking lot for every guy in the place."

I shuddered at the thought and made a mental note to get this right. I could see that he might really do that and I had not gone far enough to be ready for that.

The club was pretty empty as it was a little early. Joe got us seats at the bar and after I got up on the bar stool I realized that if I followed the rules I had to face the bar or everyone was going to be able to see straight up my dress. As I turned to face the bar Joe spun me on the stool toward him.

"Oh no I see what you're doing. No facing the bar either. You face me or the dance floor. No hiding that cunt under the bar."

As I turned to him he ordered drinks for us. I am not usually a drinker but given all the emotional turmoil of the evening the first one went down fast. Joe ordered me a second and as I sipped it I started looking around the bar. There was a table of guys behind Joe. Several couples scattered around the bar and a couple of groups of younger girls on the other side of the dance floor. The music was younger than what we usually listen too but the fact that it was loud and the beat vibrated through your feet made it very danceable. Half way through the second drink I started to feel the effects of the alcohol. I poked Joe and asked if we could go dance. He agreed and we joined a few others on the dance floor. I could see the guys watching the dance floor but I assumed that they were looking at the younger girls, not me. Until I saw one discreetly point directly at me. I looked down and realized that by dancing the skirt swayed over the tops of my stocking revealing my garter straps and the top of my thighs. I slowed down a little and Joe leaned in to ask me why. I told him what I noticed and he laughed.

"No harm in looking. You keep dancing just the way you were."

I went back to swaying my hips to the beat. I could feel their eyes on me. I couldn't look in their direction. Again the embarrassment betrayed me as my pussy responded yet again. I tried to concentrate on the beat as best I could but it was difficult with the itch building in my pussy again.

Two or three songs later Joe grabbed my elbow and led us off the dance floor. Walking back to our seats I looked directly at them. Three guys, no older than 25-28, pretty well groomed and in nice clothes. One was very handsome and the other two were nice looking also. Young professionals. They were all staring at me as we walked back. Remembering my instructions I flashed a smile at all three of them and I caught Joe in the corner of my eye nodding his approval.

He leaned into my ear, "Good slut." was all he said but I knew that he was watching me.

"Can't wait to see what they do when you show them your cunt. When you sit in your seat, face toward them for a minute and then turn back toward me. Don't look at them when you do it. Pretend you are looking at the door."

Evil, Evil man. My face turned a dark shade of red and could feel it crawling down my chest. I gulped and nodded. I knew they would see everything when I turned. I sat and when Joe settled in I turned enough so that my body was turned directly toward them and out of the shadow of Joe. I turned my head to the door and pretended to check my watch. I could see out of the corner of my eye that all three were looking straight up my dress. No pretending or sneaking glances, staring straight up it. I stayed like that burning with embarrassment until Joe tapped me on the elbow and signaled me to turn back into him. Thank god that was over but I was getting so wet that I was afraid that I would stain the back of my dress.

I asked for permission to go to the ladies room and hurried past them as I went. I caught the eye of the really handsome one and smiled. He was smiling back. I am sure that he turned to look at my ass after I passed him but there was no way I was turning around to check. After getting into the stall I cleaned myself as best I could and straightened my makeup back up. The blowjob in the car had smudged it a little and I needed replacement lipstick too.

After another smile to the boys on the way back, Joe informed me that it was his turn and got up to head to the men's room. "I will be awhile. Let's see how brave they get."

I got the meaning of that immediately. He wanted to see if my show would attract them to come and talk to me if he wasn't there. I felt like a jar of honey sitting there and soon enough the handsome one came sauntering my way. He stopped at the bar a discreet distance from me and ordered a round of drinks. He turned to me and smiled. When I met his eyes and smiled back it seemed that was his queue to get closer and braver. He moved over a seat and extended his hand toward me.

"Hi I'm Adam."

To be continued…………..