The rest of the party ate and drank and enjoyed themselves as they conversed about what they had been up to, and what they had planned for the next day. Mistress Wilma had instructed me to follow any instructions or commands that the rest of the party gave me. Domme Vickie had brought Her male consort, and a female submissive named cleo. Mistress Wilma had brought along Her cuckold husband. The female subbie seemed to be imbibing a bit extra alcohol than needed, though Domme Vickie kept an eye on her and guided her from getting sloshed.
Mistress Wilma saw that I had finished my food long before the rest of the group was half-way through theirs and told me to climb under the table and worship Her feet while She ate. The tablecloth was long enough to hide me from the view of the other patrons and the waitresses. I proceeded to kiss and lick Mistress Wilma’s feet as a divine desert.
She rubbed the top of my head while I did my duty, and as She got excited by having me furtively following Her orders, She dropped Her hand beneath the tablecloth and indicated that I should kiss and lick higher up on Her thighs. This time She did not stop me from kissing and licking Her mound, and She spread Her unclad pussy lips open and rubbed Her fingers up and down Her Womanhood, feeding me the juices with Her fingers. Her hips started to undulate, and She pointed to Her open vaginal lips and pulled my head into Her crotch. I needed no further instruction and got to work on kissing and broadly licking Her pussy lips, savoring Her flavor, swallowing Her free-flowing juices, and tickling Her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Her hips began to buck, and I heard Her softly moaning and gasping as She came into my mouth. Her cries from Her orgasm were muted to prevent causing a stir in the restaurant, but it was apparent to the rest of the party what was going on. As Mistress Wilma recovered from Her orgasm, Domme Vickie used the line from the “When Harry met Sally” movie and said, “I’ll have what she’s having!”
Mistress Wilma pointed Her finger under the table to send me over to Domme Vickie to attend to Her request. I crawled beneath the table and kneeled in front of Domme Vickie’s feet, kissing them as She grabbed my hair and pulled me in between Her widespread legs. As my eyes came up level to Her labia, I saw that Her male consort had been rubbing her pussy and She was very wet. He had spread Her pussy lips open, and I could see that She was dribbling Her wetness down Her thighs.
I proceeded to lick up Her juices as my tongue made its way up to Her Womanhood. She shifted down in Her seat so I could have better access to Her pussy. I began to suck and lick Her outer labia and cleaned up all the leaking juices just as another wave of juices started to flow.
Domme Vickie’s female subbie was absent mindedly swinging her foot under the table and softly kicking my chastity cage, causing me to jerk and redouble my efforts. Domme VIckie tightened Her grasp on my hair and thrust my face into Her wet gash. I ate Her pussy like a starving man, rocking my face and mouth across Her pussy, coating my cheeks with Her fluids, rubbing up and down Her slit with my nose and tongue. She responded slowly, then worked up to a full pulsating gyration on my tongue as I sucked Her clit into my mouth and softly nibbled on it while tickling it with my tongue. She racked and clenched my face between Her thighs, cutting off my air supply as She squirted into my mouth while She came.
I drank every drop of Her squirted Womanly effluent and kissed Her pussy softly as She came down from Her orgasm. “Well, how did you like the desert, Vickie?” Mistress Wilma asked evilly.
“Just what I had a hankering for, Wilma! That was very nice.” Domme Vickie sighed. Domme Vickie was undoing her consort’s belt buckle and fly and pulling out his surprisingly long cock while She relaxed. “Do him next, boi.” She imperatively ordered. She maneuvered his schlong out of his pants and pointed it at me under the table.
I had never sucked a man’s cock before, but in my subservience to Mistress Wilma, I was committed to perform in a manner that would make Her proud. I crawled over to kneel between his legs and tentatively grasped his cock with my fingers, sliding his precum along his shaft. He grabbed my hair and pulled me in closer and grunted “Lick it, boi!”
I reluctantly licked his shaft from his balls to his cock head. I swirled my tongue around the head and stroked his shaft with my hands. “Suck it, boi!” he commanded just loud enough so I could hear him, but the other dinners could not. I placed the head of his cock in my mouth and rolled my tongue around it as I tried to swallow his stiffening shank deeper into my mouth. He started pulling my head onto him in a rhythm and thrusting with his hips as his cock became more engorged and thicker. I worked as much of his length into my mouth and tried to get it into my throat, then pulled back and tried again, this time deeper but gagging on it as it slid past the back of my mouth.
“You can’t be gagging just when you are getting started! That gag reflex is just in your mind, boi! Relax and swallow it deeper!” Mistress Wilma encouraged. I did as She said and relaxed my body and throat and the next thrust went into my throat, and the one that followed took a majority of his length into my throat and cut off my air. When he pulled out in preparation for the next attack, I remembered to take a very deep breath first. He was then able to get several deep thrusts into me, and each one pulled a quantity of saliva slime out with it. He pulled out again and after I had taken another deep breath, he rammed his cock as deep as he could into my mouth and throat and began convulsing as his cum flooded my throat and mouth. The cum was dripping around his shaft and overflowing onto my face and shirt. I found the taste of the cum to be agreeable, especially since I had been trained to eat my own cum.
As he withdrew from fucking my face, I heard him release a deep sigh and exhaled in satisfaction. I hoped that my performance met with Mistress Wilma’s approval. “Good boi! You have all the makings of a good oral slave, My little barney boi!” She said, lifting my spirits and making me feel proud and useful. “You may worship miss cleo’s feet while we finish up, boi.”
I scootched over to administer my foot devotion to the female subbie and continued while the party finished up their dinner. Miss cleo was wearing flip-flop sandals and her feet were dirty, but I resolved to do a good job on cleaning them and worshiping them as instructed.