My Wife The Maid

Part 6

We pulled into the car park of a fairly posh-looking restaurant, and as I looked out of the window towards this plush-looking building, all I could think of was going in there, and I was dressed like a whore.

As Sir came round and opened my door, he spoke to me.

“Now let's find out just how much of a slut my little hot wife really is. You will do as told, no matter what happens tonight, do you understand, Evelyn?"

I just nodded meekly, knowing I was giving over complete control of myself to Sir tonight.

However, I had complete trust in him, and I was so turned on now, I needed to find out for myself also, just how much of a slut was within me, just aching to be set free.

As we walked across the car park, my heels made such a clicking noise that everyone's gaze was drawn to me and my now aroused, hard nipples sticking through my sheer blouse, visible to all.

Sir opened the door for me, and as I walked to the reception, we were greeted by a member of staff who seemed to know Sir well, calling him by his name, shaking his hand, and then looking at me as he told Sir that his table was ready.

Just then, I jumped slightly as I felt the vibrations between my legs. A slow, constant vibration which continued as we were led to the table by the waiter.

Mmmm, all the vibrations had felt wonderful, causing a slow buildup of wetness within my cunt, which I was loving.

As we were shown to our table, it felt like every set of eyes in the restaurant, both Male and female, were looking at me.

Just as I sat down, I actually gave a loud, audible screech as I felt a huge but quick vibration shake my body as Sir had obviously changed the settings on the vibrator in my cunt.

I went bright red as Sir just looked at me. “Is something the matter, my little slut?”

“No, nothing, Sir.” I managed mumble as I sat back down.

Oh God, I really couldn't believe it was me sitting here in this posh restaurant, dressed like a whore that perhaps Sir had picked up off the street. And with this contraption between my legs, making me squirm now, as I had no control over when and how high the vibrations would come.

My panties were now completely soaked as my cunt was leaking my juices like a dripping tap.

Then, as the waiter came to take our drinks order, Sir turned the vibration levels up as far as he could.

OMG, I was squirming around so much in the seat that the waiter was even asking if I was okay.

I was so close to cumming, the seat was now also soaked in my juices, as Sir said to the waiter, “I'm sorry the little slut needs to cum, please excuse her lack of manners, apologise to him slut.” he said.

I almost mumbled, “Oh God, mmmmm, I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I couldn’t stop myself coming.” I feel humiliated now.

I could see a satisfied smirk on Sir's face as the waiter just stood completely gobsmacked at my words.

As the waiter stood taking our order from Sir, I couldn't stop the dam bursting inside me as I cum hard. The vibrations were pulsing through my cunt and whole body now, as my hands were gripping the seat. My body quivered as I was biting my bottom lip so as not to scream out. My juices are now completely soaking the sheer red panties I was wearing.

As this happened, the waiter was just standing, watching me, grinning.

Thankfully, although I'm not sure if I really wanted him to or not, Sir turned off the vibrator.

As I came down from such a wonderful high, I began to feel embarrassed, realising I'd cum not only in front of the waiter, but that those sat immediately around us would also.

Sir beckoned the waiter to him and whispered in his ear.

I couldn't hear what was said, but the waiter nodded and, with a beaming smile, took our Order from Sir, then headed off.

As the waiter scurried away with our order, Sir came and sat beside me.

He whispered in my ear, “Now, my little slut, I promised our waiter that you will suck his cock, in the toilets right now. This is to ensure he gives us great service tonight. So go and wait for him outside the Male toilets.”

I sat, at first eyes wide, but then just said “Yes, Sir” as I realised I was just needy for the waiter's cock now. Such was the complete control Sir had over me, and how he’d made me such a whore for cock.

I got up from the table and strutted across the restaurant towards the corridor where the toilets were situated. I again felt that every pair of eyes in the restuarant were burning into me, watching me.

Just as I reached the entrance to the corridor, my legs almost buckled under me as Sir must have turned the remote vibrations in my cunt up to a very high setting.

I had to stop and steady myself, looking back at Sir, a big satisfied grin on his face, knowing he’d stopped me in my tracks.

Once the vibrations stopped, I regained my composure and headed towards the men's toilets, standing outside the door, just waiting.

Just then, the waiter appeared, didn’t speak, just opened the toilet door and went inside.

The door opened again, and the waiter beckoned me in and led me to the furthest away cubicle.

He had me sit down on the toilet as he quickly undid his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles along with his pants.

His cock, now free, was pointing right in my face, and I wasted no time as I began to lick and suck around the head of his cock, feeling it swell more in my fingers.

It was a nice, big cock around 8" with a bit of girth to it.

He grabbed my head by my hair, forcing his cock deeper down my throat.

“C'mon, you little slut, I don't have much time, and I need to empty these balls,” he just said.

My slut side now just took over as I sucked his cock so deep until his balls were pushing against my chin.

He then took over fucking my mouth, pulling me back by the hair before forcing my mouth deep around his cock again.

My fingers were also playing with his balls now, as he used my mouth. raking them over his sac, then gently squeezing them, until I could feel them begin to tighten, knowing he was getting close.

This made him tighten his grip on my hair as he forced my mouth down the full length of his cock as his balls tightened, then release his pent-up load of cum deep in my mouth and throat.

He gave out a groan, managing to moan out. “Yes, yes, oh god, such a slut. Your partner was right, you give such a wonderful blowjob.”

He removed his cock from my mouth, his cum dribbling onto my chin with a few globs dripping further down into the cleavage in my blouse.

He quickly cleaned himself, pulled up his pants and trousers, and as he opened the cubicle door to leave, said, “Oh, your Sir said you are not to clean up, just return to your table as you are.” Then he was gone.

As I rose up to leave the cubicle, I gave out a loud moan as Sir had turned on the vibrations between my legs again. I put my hands against the wall to steady my legs, which were trembling as an orgasm rushed through my body from the combination of the toy in my cunt and clit, but also at the horny situation I found myself in. I was openly being a slut with others to please Sir.

Finally, once the vibrations stopped and I regained the use of my legs, I opened the door and stepped out into the toilets. There was another diner peeing in one of the urinals.

He looked at me, his mouth open, seeing this woman dressed like a whore and with cum dribbling down her chin. His cock looked fairly impressive, though even when not hard.

I cheekily winked at him, saying, “Make sure you wash your hands,” and left the toilets to begin the walk back to Sir's table.

I steadied myself as I now returned to the main room of the restaurant.

So many eyes were on me, some with a look of pure lust and some women looking at me in disgust.

There seemed to be a hush come over the restaurant as I then took a deep breath and strutted back to Sir's table, my high heels clicking so loudly on the wooden flooring, as I swayed my hips more at the attention I was receiving.

Sir obviously decided I should be exposed more as he turned the vibrator between my legs back on and set it on what I could only assume was the highest setting as I had to stop in my tracks and hold onto the table, I was beside at the time, as I literally cum from the force of the vibrations in my cunt and on my clit.

I was moaning and screaming out “Oh God, oh fuck”, and I could feel my juices squirting onto my sheer panties, soaking them thoroughly.

The woman at the table, a petite but striking blonde, was chuckling at my situation and turned to her husband, saying, “Why can’t you make me cum like that?” as he turned red with embarrassment.

The vibrations stopped as suddenly as they had started, but the juices flowing from my cunt didn't. I could still feel my cunt convulse, still pushing more juices from my squelching, soaked insides.

I tried to regather some composure and finally managed to make my way back to Sir's table.

He just had an enormous smirk on his face and asked me, “You having fun, my little slut?”

“Oh god Sir, you're turning me into a complete slut, who seems to love the attention of exhibiting myself to others. And the embarrassment and humiliation of it all just turns me on even more. What have I become?”

“You are just being your true self, Evelyn, this submissive slut has always been you, it just needed someone encourage you to let it out and embrace the truly sexual woman you are. I realised that the first night in my room. You were meant to be a slut, an exhibitionist, and you love being controlled. Am I wrong?”

“No, Sir, I know you're right, you seem to know more of who I am than my husband does after 35 years of marriage”