A Game at Dinner.
written by:
MSaintC

Greetings, dear reader. A friend of mine, an amateur writer like myself, recently proposed a challenge. She and I had traded erotic fiction in the past, and she's a big fan of this site. (I don't know if she submits stories here or not.) She challenged me to write one story for each category. The conditions were that I could not use the same characters/scenarios more than twice, and each story had to be a complete work in it's own right. So I hope you enjoy them. Feedback is always welcome, public or private (and hopefully positive ^.^)

This is my 20th submission.

Challenge #20: Sex with Toys.

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It was a dick. Well, not a real one, that much was obvious, but it was a reasonable replica. It was about five inches, give or take, that soft flesh color, and carried a bulbous head with thick veins coursing the length. It looked like it would fit snugly inside a woman, pleasuring her greatly. But the strange thing was not what it was, but simply where it was. Perched as pretty as you please, in the middle of a bench seat in this restaurant. The booths in this establishment seemed to be built for two, with one on either side, so the phallus in the middle of the seat was unavoidable for most people. Strange, but then again, everything about this restaurant once you stepped through the door was strange.

From the outside, it seemed perfectly normal. Just a simple grey building nestled in the midst of a pretty heavily wooded area. One might notice that the windows were tinted so that you could not see into the interior from outside, but that was far from unusual for swanky upscale restaurants where the well to do wanted privacy. Just a small grey bricked building with a simple sign with the name of the restaurant. "L'Amour". Nothing at all to indicate the weirdness inside.

The weirdness started with the hostess. She looked like a gender swapped Mad Hatter. A white blouse with a violet tuxedo vest atop it, cut in such a way to show off a deep valley of cleavage from her large round breasts. In fact so much was exposed that the circles of her areola were slightly visible. Thigh high black stockings with a matching garter belt, black lace panties that left very little to the imagination, and heels adorned her smooth flawless legs. Perched prettily on her head, a top hat. She had a beautifully sculpted face with deep blue eyes and raven black hair falling down to the small of her back. The patron took one look at the hostess and thought, that is a beautiful woman.

The patron herself, was also beautiful, tall and lithe like the hostess. She was dressed much more conservatively in a dark forest green skirt with matching jacket and a cream colored blouse. The patron was also quite busty, though naturally so, whereas the hostess looked like she might have had some help. Her lovely face enchanted by soft brown eyes and a length of gorgeous dark red hair that fell just past her shoulders. The hostess took one look at the patron and also thought, that is a beautiful woman.

After confirming that the patron, Sandra, was on the list for a dinner reservation for the evening, the hostess led her across the room. Sandra noticed that instead of a combination of tables, this restaurant had bench booths only, but the weird thing seemed to be that each and every one of them was partitioned off with a wall and a door. The ones she could see inside, were empty. The rest had closed doors, and each door had a small black console next to it, like some sort of intercom. Other "servers" milled about, all of which were beautiful in different ways, with different body types or styles of dress. Sandra was led to her table, and once stepping through the door, found herself staring at the fake plastic dick that held her attention now.

"This.. you have to be kidding me." She half turned to say something to the hotess, but found that the door was closed. Next to the door on the inside was another black console, this one with a screen. As she stared at the door, the screen flickered to life.

"Hello! My name is Dawn and I'll be your server this evening. Is there anything I could get you before the rest of your party arrives?" The screen showed a picture of the server. A beautiful woman who also had red hair, but shorter and straighter than Sandras, more Clairol than natural. It gave her vital statistics as well, and if the numbers would be believed, she was short, large breasted , with narrow hips and a tight compact ass.

"Uhhh.. ummm.." Sandra couldn't get words out to either tell what she wanted, though she would kill for some water, or to ask any of the billion questions swimming in her confused mind.

"Oh! Is this your first time at our establishment?" Sandra nodded, but the server couldn't see and simply assumed the silence meant an affirmative. "Push the small green button on the console beside the door." Sandra did so, and the camera that was outside pointing at the server activated. The screen changed to show a woman with the face like the picture, and an incredible body to match the statistics. Sandra briefly wondered where they found all these beautiful women to work here. The woman, noticing the activated camera, waved. "Hello! I'll start you with some water, and if you like, something harder to take the edge off."

"..Anything with vodka in it, would be lovely. And.. could you explain what these.. dildos are doing on the seats?"

"Ah, the person who invited you here didn't tell you in advance, did they? This is a toy room, more designed for friends than lovers. Basically, you insert the dildo into one of your holes while you eat, and it does the rest. A nice relaxing fuck while dining."

"I... see..." She did understand the point, though had a brief moment of puzzlement as how such a place could exist. "Thank you."

"My pleasure. We have a variety of free lubricants and other items to help aid in your comfort, simply press the order button on the panel there and select what you want and I'll come back with it. Or just press it and I'll come take your order personally. Or just press it three times and I'll... cum."

The inflection on the last one was different, which changed the meaning, and Sandra understood the innuendo. "Really?"

"No, not really." The woman giggled softly. It was pretty darn cute, too. "Just a silly little joke. But, we are allowed to "assist" you with our skills in that area, if you like. Costs a little extra, but I believe it's worth it."

"Whores, then..." Sandra muttered, under her breath.

"In our own ways." Dawn stated, matter of factly. Like she'd heard it a hundred times before and was tired of trying to justify her behavior, or love of sex.

"Oh, I didn't mean it in a negative way. Just trying to piece together what kind of place this is. I love sex too." Sandra had nothing against women who chose to sell themselves, in fact she had very little against anyone for their own choices as long as they took responsibility for them and they weren't intentionally hurting anyone else.

"Let me put it this way. This is as much or as little as you make it. The food here is great, and you can press a button and that little toy will vanish without a thought giving you the ability to sit in comfort. You can order on that panel, and never speak to me again if you like. Won't offend anyone at all. Or you can sit on it while you enjoy dinner, and invite me inside for playtime. It is all up to you. I'm just here to help make your experience memorable."

"I see. Sorry, I'm just a little flustered at the moment. I'm not trying to judge or offend you."

"I understand." Dawns cheerful demeanor returned. "How about I go get your drink, and when your dinner companion arrives you can decide what to do?"

"Ok. Thank you, Dawn."

"My pleasure, hopefully in more ways than one." Dawn winked, and the camera went back to the still picture of her face from before.

Sandra looked back at the table again, hearing the echoes of Dawns last statement, and realizing her panties had become damp at some point. She set her purse down next to the bench, and slipped her jacket off, finding a hook that was conveniently placed inside the booth and hanging it there. Her head felt like it was in a fog, like she was already drunk despite not having been served yet. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but not a completely unpleasant one. Her body on the other hand, seemed to have it's own ideas, getting flushed and aroused on it's own. Sandra stared at the fake dick in her seat and sighed, under the weight of truth.

It had been some time since she'd been with a real man, and every day she felt it more and more. She was in her mid thirties, her sexual prime, with a great body and what she thought were great skills in bed, by all rights she should have a horde of horny middle aged guys and love struck barely in college boys lining up to try and shove their part A into her slot B. But if she did, her Ice Queen of a boss kept her so busy that she never saw them. The one person she saw regularly was Amy, her project partner at the office and her best friend. Amy, the reason she was here now as well, was a great friend to have, but unfortunately lacked the certain part she needed. Though she did have certain skills... No, Sandra chided herself, don't think about that night.

She mulled over what to do. The reservation was for seven, and it was now a little past that. Amy was usually captain punctual. As Sandra stared at the toy in the seat, her hands touched the hem of her skirt, grasping the material and ever so slowly starting to pull the fabric up. A voice from the intercom caught her attention.

"Drinks here, love. Buzz me if you need anything." Dawn said simply. A partition opened in the wall, something Sandra had completely missed due to it's near invisible seams, and a tray slid inside the room, holding a large class of water, and a smaller glass that was also clear, with ice in it.

"Oh.. thank you."

"My pleasure. Please don't hesitate to call." Then she was gone again.

Sandra left the tray there but removed the two glasses, setting the vodka on the table and pouring nearly half the water straight down her throat. In her haste, a large drop spilled from her lips and landed, ever so perfectly on her left breast, right on her nipple, the water soaking right through her clothes. The cold wetness hit the very hard bud and an uncontrollable shiver went through her. Ugh, get it under control Sandy, she mused to herself, trying to quell her fiery arousal. It's been said that natural red heads are "always wet and ready", but Sandra found that not to be the case for her. She didn't walk around all day with wet panties and a hunger to fill her holes with dick, but what she did discover is that when she got hot and bothered, it hit her hard and it hit her fast. She'd walked in the room fine, but in just a few short minutes her pussy went from "ehhh..." to "it's party time" and her nipples were rock solid if the circumstances were right.

"Fine. You taunting little dick there. Have it your way." Sandra lifted her skirt to her hips, showing off her tone runner's thighs and tight buns. She pushed her silk cream colored panties down and let them fall off her legs. Carefully she stepped into the seat, and positioned the invading toy as she lowered herself. It parted her lips easily, and slipped into her tight wet hole, the full length slowly stretching to make room for itself. "Huh.. you know, it's actually a snug fit." What she didn't know was the array of weight and pressure sensors in the shaft that would auto adjust the position and length of the toy to the individual. Pretty remarkable technology. She rocked back and forth a little bit, feeling nice and full inside. A soft moan escaped her full lips, but before getting any further her attention was drawn to a screen that lit up on the wall.

It was a fancy touch screen that when off was nearly invisible, the color matching the wall with such perfection that it was almost unnoticeable. Now, it was alight, on one half was a menu, neatly categorized with expandable windows for meals, desserts, drinks, etc. The other half was a full body picture of Dawn, the server. She was posed seductively, in a short white evening dress that showed off her long lean legs, her firm large bust, and narrow hips. Sandras mind came off the fake cock inside her, and she peered curiously at the screen. The picture had a few touch buttons, and they were surprising in content, and even though Sandra wouldn't admit it, arousing.

"Dawn nude" "Dawn stripping" "Dawn masturbating" "Dawn blowjob" "Dawn missionary"

The list went on a few more, different positions of both vaginal and anal sex. Out of curiosity, Sandra reached out and pressed the masturbating button. The picture changed to a video of Dawn, fully nude laying on her back. She had a big firm breast cupped in one hand, and the other hand between her legs, massaging her soft pussy lips. Sandra didn't see much more, as in a flushed state she hit the button to end the video, and the picture returned to it's place.

"And you tell me you don't like women.."

Sandra's head snapped toward the door, seeing Amy standing just inside, grinning at her. While Sandra was what some would call a classic beauty, Amy was more of a spring break hottie. Amy was a little shorter, slimmer, with an amazing body. A body complimented by long blonde hair, usually in a ponytail or some other tie formation, and bright blue eyes. She also had full C cups that on her slim frame looked bigger than they were, and Amy had no problem taking advantage of that to show them off. In fact, Amy had little inhibitions about her body anyway, showing her tight midriff or the lines of her hips with low strung jeans almost daily.

"You're late." The only thing Sandra, in her flushed embarrassment, could get to come out of her mouth.

"Well, I needed to stop home and prepare." Amy was in the midst of slipping her denim jeans off her body, having at some point forsaken panties. When she said 'prepare' she pat the area above her mound, where her pubic hair would be, indicating that her preparations was shaving between her legs. "You should do it too, feels amazing to do, and drives others crazy."

"Eh, maybe.." Sandra averted her eyes. In truth, she'd started shaving her pussy months ago, after Amy's initial suggestion, but always denied it when asked because of things she didn't want to think about. "So what's good to eat here?"

"Everything really." Amy made a show of sliding into the booth, taking much longer than needed to settle her pussy over the fake cock in her seat. All the while her eyes watched her friend, waiting for her to look. Sandra stole a glance, then pretended to be interested in something else. Amy suppressed a naughty smile. "Last time I had the lobster tails and they were divine. But I was assured that everything is top notch."

The two leaned forward to look over the menu, discussing various food items and what they would like, even deciding on sharing an appetizer, like nothing was amiss. During the conversation, Amy casually reached over, and without verbally speaking about it, pressed the 'Dawn blowjob' button on the panel. The video played, showing their lovely server lustily looking at the camera, a big thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Amy didn't much watch the video, but instead watched her friend, noting that a couple times Sandra got distracted by it, trailing off mid sentence or just saying nothing. Everything was working out according to plan.

"So.. what are you looking at more.. the cock.. or her?" Amy said, softly, suggestively.

"Knock if off, Amy." Sandra said, a hint of defensiveness in her voice. Her eyes cut away from the screen entirely, as if trying to pretend they weren't interested in the video at all. Not wanting to think about the incident, immediately made her think about it.

--Flashback--

Sandra was happy as a clam, looking sexy as hell in her barely there bikini. She was in a hot tub at Amy's parents summer retreat, a place the two often escaped to when the stress of life got to be a bit too much to handle. This particular time, they were celebrating. They both worked in the same marketing firm, and were a sort of tag team. Sandra was in acquisitions, and her ability to convince almost anyone that her company could fill their needs was uncanny. Amy took over once the client was secure, and could convince anybody to trust in their firm no matter what the situation. Together, they got clients, and they kept clients. Of course, a lot of jealous people simply assumed that middle aged executives saw their beautiful faces and sexy bodies and just jumped right in, but neither ever used their sex appeal for business, and they were proud of that. Over the last week, Sandra just secured a particular huge contract for a global corporation, and they were celebrating.

She was sitting in the hot tub, arms stretched out, head back on the soft cushion that framed the outer ring of the tub. In her left hand was a wine glass, nearly empty, and beside that was two empty wine bottles. They were the cheap fruit flavored kind you can find at most grocery stores. Sandra and Amy weren't heavy drinkers, or even light social drinkers, only when they were celebrating something big, so why buy something overly expensive? It got Sandra to the place she wanted to be all the same. She was drunk, not enough where she'd be blacking out or vomiting, but enough where walking was iffy and driving was out of the question. She felt the nice warmth all over and her body, and she was done drinking for the night, just going to settle in and relax.

Amy walked back over, also in a bikini, though hers somehow managed to be even smaller. So much so that the outer edges of her areola were visible and if she had any pubic hair, you might have been able to see it. She stopped short, staring at the lucious beautiful body of her friend. Sandras bikini top had shifted a little, and her hard nipple was there, begging to be sucked on. Amy licked her soft lips, and made her decision. Sandra was relaxed, drunk, and aroused, and Amy was going to taste her, love on her, make her feel good and get her off. She tugged the string on her bikini top, and it fell to the floor, then the string on her bottoms and they slipped off as well. Amy slid her beautiful naked body into the tub, easing it close to her friend, her naked breast touching the uncovered part of Sandra's breast, their nipples brushing together. Sandra didn't seem to notice.

"After all the work I went through to get this client, I expect you to work twice as hard to keep it." Sandra said, playfully, though her head remained back and her eyes were closed.

"I will, I always do." Amy whispered, pressing her soft body closer. Her hand roamed her friend, touching her flat stomach, her hip, down over her thighs and back again.

"You'd better." Sandra felt the warmth of her friends touch, but her mind was a little off in reacting to how sexual the touch was becoming, so she thought nothing of it.

"You should shave.."

"Huh? Shave what?" Sandra used Nair on her armpits and her legs, and a cream for her face, so what could Amy possibly be referring to?

"This.." Amys hand slipped inside Sandras bikini bottoms, rubbing gently the small patch of red hair. "Everyone will love it."

"Ehh, maybe." Sandra wasn't concerned with everyone loving whether her snatch was shaved or not, none of them were forced to look at it, or touch it, so why bother. "Hey.. what... what're you doing?"

Amy's hand had slipped lower, her fingers rubbing her friends soft lips. Sandra's body shivered, and squirmed a little, eager to be touched. "Touching your pussy."

"But.. no.. I.. I told you... I'm not like that."

She was referring to the fact that Amy loved both men and women. They'd had a few chances like this for the two of them, as close as they are, to have lesbian sex. Sandra had always forbidden it, saying that she didn't go that way. Amy knew better, for one night like this, Sandra had expressed that she often fantasized about it, admitted she secretly wanted it, but she denies ever saying so. She knew it came from her background. Sandra grew up in a strict religious home, where lesbians were apparently the devil. But Amy knew her friend was pure hearted, and didn't judge people, Amy herself especially, for it.

"But you want it.. I can tell. You're wet, your nipples are hard.. you want to cum. You just need a little help." Amy whispered softly into her ear.

"But.. but.." Sandra whimpered meekly, then a whisper so soft Amy wasn't sure she heard it. "...I want it..."

Sandra gasped when Amys fingers entered her, then moaned softly as she felt her friends mouth close around her hard nipple. Amy licked and sucked while her fingers explored in gentle teasing touches. Sandra felt a heated wave of pleasure sweep over her body, and her arm closed around her friend, finding Amy's naked breast and cupping it to squeeze. Amy smiled against her friends ample breast, and continued in earnest. Sandra shuddered a little, and Amy could tell that much more and her friend would explode in bliss. She wanted her friend to cum, but she wanted to be there to taste it when it happened.

"Sandy, turn around on your knees, lean over the edge there."

"Why..?" Sandra asked, but as slowly as her intoxicated body would allow, she turned herself over and leaned her body on the edge of the hot tub. Her perfect ass was out of the water now, Amy pulled the bikini bottoms to the side, and saw her soft glistening pussy nestled there for Amy to get her tongue on.

"Because I want to eat your pussy, silly." Amy leaned in, her soft pink tongue taking one long lick of her friends sweet lips from top to bottom. "Mmmm.. you're delicious."

Sandra's body went weak, more so leaning against the side of the hot tub rather than using her knees for support. Amys tongue slipped inside, exploring her inside with a gentle probing, sending gentle shivers down her legs and up her spine. Sandra's mind was swimming with the feelings, it was so different than her usual experiences. Nearly all the men she'd had in her bed recently didn't go down on her, in fact, they usually liked the same things, cock in her mouth, cock in her hole, cum on her tits, then sleep. But this was exceptional, someone focused on pleasing her for a change, and she loved it. Even if she couldn't help feeling that it was wrong.

Amy dreamed of this for some time, she lusted after her beautiful friend, masturbated to fantasies of her naked body, now, it was in front of her. She tongued her wet pussy, uncaring whether the sweet taste was from the wine or her body, but loving it all the same. Her hands roamed her friends supple cheeks, her tone runner thighs, then the small of her back, caressing her friends tender body. Two fingers slipped in easily, probing the tight hole while the tongue tasted the sticky sweetness. Sandra moaned weakly, and shivered with delight, before finally letting go and cumming hard. Amy lapped it up, loving the taste of it, and hoping she could have more.

"Now.. you tell me a man that can make you cum like that with his tongue, and I'll swear off women forever." Amy cooed, offering her friends freshly satisfied pussy one final kiss on the soft lips.

Sandra pulled herself over, sliding up to sit on the edge of the hot tub. "Amy.. I..."

"Shhhh..." Amy leaned in, kissing the soft flat stomach of Sandra. "Do you want to try me...?" Amy stood up, shaking the water from her beauiful naked body, and raised her leg to plant her foot next to Sandra's hip. Her fingers teased her soft pussy lips, trying to entice her friend to try something new.

"Uhhh.. I..." Sandra couldn't get the words out, but she scampered back like a wounded animal, in her drunken state managing to crawl away.

Amy stood there, a frown forming upon her lips. She wasn't upset at her friend for running away, she understood why. She just hoped that things wouldn't change so far where she'd lose her friend forever. Later, she found Sandra sleeping off the alcohol on the couch, and went to bed herself. The next morning, Amy awoke, ready to make breakfast and have a mature discussion about what happened, but Sandra was already gone without a word. It was full two weeks before they spoke about anything non work related again, and Sandra didn't seem inclined to talk about it at all. Amy let it go then, but now, at the restaurant, everything would change.

---------End Flashback-----

Amy reached her hand across the table, and placed her hand on top of her friends. Sandra turned and looked at her, a weak defeated look in her eyes.

"Sandy.. You aren't defined by any one act, regardless of what anyone else tells you. You can deny that you didn't want it, but you were wet, horny, and I helped you climax. You enjoyed it, I definitely enjoyed it, and it happened. It can happen again, or never again. But let's stop pretending that it never happened."

"Amy..." She exhaled slowly, defeated. "I did.. I enjoyed it a lot. And I've thought about it a ton since then..."

"Do you want it again?" Amy said, in all seriousness.

"...Yes." Sandra said, quietly. "And I'm sorry, for running away on you like that, I was scared and confused."

"It's alright, my sweet. But let's eat, then we can decide what to do."

Sandra nodded, and the two spent several moments going over the menu, like nothing was amiss. The sexual tension eased for the moment, and they were just two friends discussing dinner plans, though both were snugly impaled on fake cocks. Amy put her order in, and leaned back, eyeing her friend as she slowly rolled her hips, riding the toy inside her. Sandra glanced over, still trying to decide, and watched Amy, finding the whole thing making her even wetter. Amy slowly licked her pink lips. Sandra put her order in, and settled back, watching her friend, mesmerized. Amy reached over, and pressed a button to summon Dawn.

"Do you want to fuck me, Sandy?" Amy cooed, hotly.

"..Yes." In a word, Sandra accepted there was no turning back, no running away. Not this time.

"Wanna eat my pussy? It's wet for you."

"...Yes. But.. I'm not sure how."

"That's ok, I have a plan..." Amy touched another few buttons and the table that was between them folded in on itself and then slid against the wall. Amy pulled her t-shirt up over her head, and dropped it to the floor. "Get that shirt off, let me see those big tits.."

"Oh.. you mean these tits..?" Sandra could play up the dirty talk as well, though she'd never done so with Amy, and Amy was loving it. Sandra made a big production of slowly unbuttoning each button. Amy responded to the teasing by staring intently and squeezing her own breasts. Finally the shirt was off, and the bra followed soon after, with Sanda covering her nipples with her hands, to further the tease. She uncovered them, and lifted each one to her mouth in turn, her soft tongue licking her own nipples, a move she found that men loved to watch.

"Yes, those tits.. ooohh lick those again, baby."

"You rang?" Dawns cheery voice piped into the room.

"Yes. In here please."

Dawn entered the room, and Sandra got a look at her in the flesh for the first time. She was a little on the short side, but amazingly beautiful. She was wearing a white lace corset that pushed her big tits up and out, but did nothing to cover her nipples. Sandra wondered if that was by accident or design. She also had on a white lace garter, with matching stockings and panties.

"What can I do for you?" Dawn said, her eyes roving hungrily the two beautiful naked women in the room.

"I want you.." Amy said, stopping mid sentence to ease her pussy off the fake cock on the seat. It was glistening with her wetness, and she shifted her body, slowly letting the toy slip up her ass. Both the other women stared, transfixed. Amy grunted as the toy slowly pushed inside, the sensors changing it to make it more comfortable. "To show her how to eat pussy, by eating me."

"My pleasure.." Dawn said, slipping down to her knees in between Amy's spread legs. She positioned herself a little off to the side, hovering over Amy and allowing Sandra an unobstructed view. Her eyes locked onto the woman across the way in a sultry stare as her tongue ease it's way from between her lips and circled the clit of Amy, tenderly caressing the hard bud, making Amy moan deeply in response. Her hands caressed the soft flesh of the thighs as her lips pressed together and kissed the clit gently, then her lips pursed together and she exhaled, blowing air across it, and Amy shivered with delight. "The key to eating pussy right.. is to love the taste. Love the taste of your own, love the taste of others." Dawn shifted her lower body, spreading her legs open. A free hand pulled her panties to the side, exposing her soft lips, and her fingers dipped into her honey well, easing in and out until they were coated in her wetness. Then she sucked her fingers hungrily, moaning as she tasted herself, then drove them back in there, coating them again. "And combining the tastes for a whole new flavor." Her hand came out again, and the same fingers slipped into Amy's wet folds. Dawn's pink tongue roamed about, licking Amy's soft lips as well as her own fingers, and she moaned from deep within her throat. Dawn finger fucked Amy slowly, her tongue slowly working the throbbing clit. Amy arched back, thrusting her breasts out with an inviting jiggle, and her mouth opened in a silent moan. Amy's hand reached down, and held the back of Dawns head, pushing her mouth closer as Amy came, hot, hard and fast. Dawn drank her sweet orgasm, and slowly removed her fingers, leaving one gentle kiss on Amy's quivering pussy before turning to Sandra and licking her full lips. "And that is how you eat pussy."

"Do.. you want to try?" Amy said, slowly standing up and letting the toy fall from her rear. Sandra couldn't find words, so she simply nodded and Amy motioned to the floor. "Lay down baby, I'm going to sit and cum all over your face."

Sandra stood up slowly, the fake dick sliding out, slick and wet with her. She lay on the floor, noting the immense softness and plushness of the carpet. Amy stood over her friend, and slowly, teasingly sank to her knees, two fingers spreading her pink pussy lips so her friend could see. Sandra licked her full ruby lips slowly, her eyes meeting her friends. Amy was down now, all she could see was her friends beautiful eyes, staring up at her. She felt Sandra's tongue licking her wet lips, slowly, a little clumsily but pretty good for a first time. Amy brushed the side of her friends head with a hand, and gazed back at her, obvious signs of loving pleasure on her face. Dawn watched from behind, her eyes moving from Sandys slit, up over Amys perfect ass and back again. The problem was that she was the hired help, and thus disallowed from joining in unless requested by the client. She'd been asked to eat pussy, and had done so. So she simply sat there, fidgeting, even unable to masturbate the fire in her pussy caused by what was happening.

"Mmmm.. yes baby.. so good." Amy leaned back, a moan exhaled swift and long winded escaped. "Thinking.. we should change our smoke breaks.. to lick my pussy breaks..."

"Mmm, you could definitely replace my cigarettes anyday." Came the murmured response from Sandy between her thighs.

Amy turned her head to see Dawn, fidgeting there, and a naughty grin spread over her face. She reached down and touched Sandys exposed pussy. "Why don't you get one of those strap ons out and fuck the shit out of this bitch?"

"You got it." The excited red head turned and pressed a few buttons on the panel, and a portion of the wall slid away to reveal a multitude of sex toys for the customers enjoyment. She selected one that was only about five inches, but very thick, with a multitude of ridges and fake veins along the shaft. She liked this one a lot, because it was both delightful to be fucked by as well as use since it contained a small two inch little egg on the back end that fit snugly in her own pussy as she took another woman with it. She slipped it on, fit it nice and snugly, turning on the vibration feature for both parts, and rubbed the thick head on Sandra's exposed and hot little clit. "Incoming.." Dawn breathed with a sultry growl as the head slipped past the wet and hot pussy lips and penetrated Sandra, a little tingle going through her body as she heard the woman moan low and hot, and felt her shudder with delight. Dawn used her slim hips to fuck her customer, slowly at first, then picking up the pace as her clients hot pussy greedily devoured the fake toy it was being fed. The three women exhaled a chorus of soft and pleasurable moans as they continued, letting the fervor build until all three climaxed one right after another. First was Amy, dripping her warm honey into her friends waiting mouth. Then Sandra, her pussy exploding with a fury of a thousand held back orgasms, coating the toy and leaking down onto the floor. Finally, Dawn came, wet hot and hard, her body shivering with untold delight. They slowed, and separated, each quivering in post orgasmic bliss for a time.

"Give.. her.. one of those.." Amy panted, motioning to the open compartment behind Dawn. "I want.. both of you.. to fuck me... together."

Dawn grinned and removed another strap on, this one a tad bigger, but a little less thick. She handed it over, and Amy slipped it onto Sandra. Amy then motioned for Dawn to lay down, and when she had done so, straddled her, easing the strap on she wore, freshly lubricated with cum from Sandra's hot pussy, into her tight ass. She rubbed her wet lips and looked at her friend with pleading eyes. "Fuck me Sandy.. I want you to fuck me so baaad."

Sandra moved closer, and kissed her friend, hard and deep, with all the lust of the moment and the love in their friendship. It was weird for Sandra to be the fucker, rather than the fuckee. Even when she was in control, it was different riding a cock than actually thrusting with one. The three bodies were pressed together as Sandra started to fuck her friend, her tight buns shaking a bit when their bodies collided together. Amy was in heaven, both her holes filled nice and tight, her beautiful friend thrusting heavily into her pussy with a toy while her tongue invaded her mouth. Amy cupped her friends breasts, and rubbed her hard pert nipples against her own, squealing with delight at the sudden shiver that went through Sandras body. Dawns hands were busy, caressing Amy's body and rubbing her clit to add an extra thrill to her being double penetrated. Amy felt herself slipping into euphoria, and soon, it burst, nearly screaming she came hard and heavy, the sound muffled by the invading mouth upon her own. Sandra slowed her pace, looking deep into her friends eyes, saying the words that nearly made Amy cum again.

"Your turn.."

Sandra laid back, and Amy snatched the strap on off her, quickly snapping it around herself. She leaned over, kissing her friends soft red lips tenderly and whispered. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you." Amy pushed the fake cock deep into her friend, and smiled widely at the heavy throaty moan that purred from the woman. Amy started to thrust into her slowly, sweat forming and falling down their soft bodies. Dawn moved around to get a better view, discarding her toy, legs spread as she swiftly masturbated watching the two. Amy noticed and straightened herself a bit so Sandra's face would be free.

Dawn took the initiative, naughtily, and moved to slide her warm, wet pussy over Sandys face. "How about a taste, sexy?" She cooed, and Sandra nodded emphatically, wrapping her arms around Dawns thighs and diving into the redheads sweet pussy with her tongue. "She's good, Amy. I should give her my card. Mmmmmm." A lot of the servers in this restaurant did.. private services, and Dawn was one Amy herself 'used' quite frequently.

"She calls you, you call me..?" Amy purred, insinuating for more of these hot encounters, in places where she technically wasn't paying for it.

"You got it babe... ohhh.. ohhh.. god.. gonna.. cummm.." Dawn moaned heavily, her hands pawing and squeezing her own breasts as her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. The woman below her shuddered, cumming as well, her throaty moans rumbling through Dawns sweet lips and making her orgasm more potent. Dawn slipped off Sandra, and sat there, panting and watching. Sandra arched her back, breasts heaving as she convulsed and exclaimed breathlessly. "Cumming.. oh God fuck me, Amy...!" Amy pounded away at her with the toy, feeling her friend shudder and shake with the force of her cumming, and the building within herself burst as well and she was upright on her knees, throwing her head back and howling as she came as well. Amy fell atop her friend, and the two joined Dawn in a steady post orgasm pant, cuddling with each other.

"Amy.. thank you.." Sandy said between breaths.

"No, Sandra. Thank you.." Amy smiled softly. Smiles from here were pretty rare, usually she grinned like a college party girl. She leaned down, and their lips met briefly, a tender loving kiss more so than the hot passionate ones they shared just a few moments ago. "Did you have a good time?"

"I had a wonderful time. Would love to come back, especially with such a lovely server." A wink was sent Dawns way. Dawn returned the wink, and reached over to her serving tray she carried, taking one of her personal business cards and slipping it into Sandra's purse. "Did you want to split the bill, Amy?"

"No, babe. This was all on me.. and trust me." She leaned down again, and kissed again. "You were more than worth it."

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I hope you enjoyed this story. If you want to see more from these characters, or continuations of the other stories I publish, feel free to request them and I'll try to get around to it. As always, feedback is welcome, public or private. But try to be somewhat constructive. It you loved it, tell me what you loved. If you hated it, tell me why. I can't be a better writer if all you tell me is how much I suck. Until next time.

I apologize for the long delay between stories, just usual nonsense. Also I know this probably belongs in the ff category as there's no men involved, but my OCD won't let me put it there. So, apologies.

-Mark St. Claire.