Dish Restaurant

I had to sit on that big cock that was practically opening my womb; the other one penetrated deep into my ass. I screamed from pain and pleasure at the same time, but the big piece of warm meat from the third one stuffed my mouth. They closed all my openings and brutally fucked me, while their friend comforted and caressed me on my hair and face. Tears flowed from my eyes from pain and pleasure. The guests around us started clapping to give rhythm to these three strong fuckers, while I was just letting out inarticulate screams through my cock-stuffed mouth.

The restaurant where I worked was truly a pleasant place with dim lights even during the day. Everything was decorated in some Victorian style; lots of wood, upholstered furniture, carpets, lamps... even the service started to fit into the whole ambiance with their behavior. I just couldn't get used to all that stiffness because I am, by nature, quite wild and modern in my views. I would have preferred to get a job as a waitress in a disco than here. So, all of this really wasn't for me, so I started looking for ways to get fired, I just needed to come up with an original way to do it; something that would be talked about for a long time. Something that maybe even the newspapers would write about. At that time, I still didn't know how to pull it off until the moment I recognized the opportunity.

One evening, an elegant group entered the restaurant: a stunning black woman, elegantly filled out, in a silky sea-blue dress... At the top of the large slit in the dress, the edge of self-supporting stockings was visible. She was accompanied by three handsome, slightly muscular guys, in the latest fashion suits. Ah! How handsome they were. This one is definitely fucking all three of them; it flashed through my mind. If only I could fuck all three of them too, but that's practically impossible... No, what is impossible! Everything is possible! This is the 21st century! What Victorian era; what puritanism?! That's right! I decided. I will fuck them here in the restaurant and get fired!

I approached their table to take their orders; and while I was writing them down in my pad, I felt these three looking at my breasts, thighs... They ordered cocktails for aperitifs. I walked away from their table with light seductive steps. I felt every one of their gazes on my butt, legs, waist… I felt like I was on a fashion runway. I knew they were judging me. Men usually do that, and I saw it in the eyes of these three.

In the bar, where I prepared the cocktails, there was another waiter. A handsome young guy who obviously hadn't even seen what a pussy looks like yet. I smiled and made a naughty face without even realizing it, and knelt down while my colleague was pouring drinks. I unbuttoned his pants and started sucking his little cock. In no time, he filled my mouth so much that thick drops of sticky sperm dripped onto my dark uniform and stained it on the décolleté. What was left in my mouth, I spat into a glass with a sugar rim, which I intended for the cocktail of that bitch I was so jealous of. Maybe she will like this taste. She will surely recognize it. Maybe she will ask for more? I thought jealously and arrogantly at the same time. And my colleague could barely stand on his feet from the intensity of the orgasm. Ah, he will be fine. He is young. He doesn't even know what awaits him with women... Now I just need to add a slice of orange, a straw, and an umbrella… “Voila!” It looks great.
I served the elegant group and moved on, as if to another task.

Shortly after, one of the colleagues came to me and relayed a message that they were calling for me. I approached the table and asked:

- Here you go, is everything alright?

Then I felt the touch of a gentle hand on the inner part of my thigh as it climbed towards my panties, until it touched them with a fingertip and ran along the crack under the thin cotton surface. Incredible! This can't be true! It was as if she knew what was running through my mind. With a gentle hand movement, she signaled me to bend down, provocatively whispered that this muscular guy with longer hair wanted to fuck me and licked my ear. I got wet in an instant and didn't know what to reply. I wanted to be the first to attack, but they had preempted me.
- What did you put in my drink? - the black woman asked me with a naughty smile, still running her nail along the crack that had already well moistened my panties.

I didn't answer anything. I just leaned my hands on the table because the ground was shaking under my feet from excitement.
- And now I would like you to drink this, little slut - she whispered gently to me.

I refused. At my disobedience, that muscular guy reacted. He suddenly stood up, grabbed the glass with one hand, and with the other firmly squeezed my face, forcing me to open my mouth against my will; and then he poured the contents of the glass into it, which the present lady accompanied with a whorish laugh and light applause.

- Brravooo! Good girl.
The people in the restaurant fell silent and watched in astonishment at what was happening.
- And now my boys - fuck her! - she said so theatrically and full of herself.

Against those strong guys, I had no chance of resistance. One of them sat me on a table full of glasses and cutlery, half of which fell to the floor or spilled, and then tore my panties off. I screamed more from excitement and surprise than from fear. The other one threw the rest of the glasses and cutlery on the floor and laid me on the table. The first one was already exploring my crack with his tongue and sucking the juices that were flowing from the fountain of youth, while the second was pushing his heavy cock into my mouth, and I had to pull it for the third one, while their whore was tearing my clothes off. I saw shiny buttons from the shirt flying everywhere around me, and then my pear-shaped breasts swayed in front of everyone, which was accompanied by a collective sigh from the audience. Many of the other guests in the restaurant protested and demonstratively left the space, while others, interested in this unusual event in such an elegant place, surrounded us and followed the further development of the situation with great interest, and some of the present even used their cameras. I felt dirty and excited at the same time. The guy I was pulling for was squeezing my breasts painfully, while his friend poured champagne over me taken from the neighboring table.

Then the guy I was pulling for lay down on the table. I had to sit on that big cock that was practically opening my womb; the other one penetrated deep into my ass. I screamed from pain and pleasure at the same time, but the big piece of warm meat from the third one stuffed my mouth. They closed all my openings and brutally fucked me, while their friend comforted and caressed me on my hair and face. Tears flowed from my eyes from pain and pleasure. The guests around us started clapping to give rhythm to these three strong fuckers, while I was just letting out inarticulate screams through my cock-stuffed mouth. The applause became faster, as did the pace of my stallions who accompanied it until the moment when the applause turned into a roar that echoed through the restaurant, and I let out a long and loud scream of ecstasy and orgasm. From three cocks, they sprayed me all over my body and hair, with the elixir of life, while the flashes of cameras sparkled all around us, accompanied by ovations that could be compared to those in theaters. They fucked me like a slut, but I felt like a queen. I was the star of the evening. Many of our guests congratulated us on the spectacle performed.

  - Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for your attention! You were an excellent audience! That would be all for tonight! Thank you once again and visit us again when we will have a Happy hour! - the black woman joyfully shouted. - You can leave your impressions and comments in the complaint book that is located… - she continued.

My clothes were all torn, and I was splattered everywhere with sperm and champagne. Then the owner of the restaurant appeared with the head of the hall and the police and cleared the crowd. At that moment, I was fired, and everyone else, along with me, received a charge for public indecency.

A few days later, I was called for an interview with the restaurant owner. I thought about not showing up at all, but out of some curiosity, I simply appeared.
- You know, Kristina, I will get straight to the point. Due to a very large number of compliments for the event that evening and petitions from excited guests, I have decided to repurpose this restaurant. I am closing this place and will open a club for friends of free love in its place.
- This guy must have gone crazy. What happened to him all of a sudden? - I wondered.
- ... and that’s why I decided to invite you back as the initiator of the idea and appoint you as the manager of my club. Do you accept the offer? - he looked at me with wide-open eyes and a smile from ear to ear, anxiously awaiting my answer.

- Very gladly, boss! - I replied after a moment of thought.
Since then, nothing has been the same. He withdrew the lawsuit and paid the fine instead of me, and I got a dynamic and interesting job where I truly found myself. Even more than that!