Sex stories

I went to the Arras Christmas market with my boyfriend, and this story happened at lunchtime when we stopped to eat at a restaurant—basically one with a cellar where they keep soft and soda kegs. We sat down at a table in the back of the restaurant, with the toilets located closer to the entrance. I spotted a waiter on the way in and kept my eyes on him the whole time. When he came to take our order, he positioned himself right next to me, the menu while my boyfriend sat across from us. While my guy was looking at his menu, the waiter rubbed his cock against my arm and elbow, staring me straight in the eyes. I got the message immediately. We ordered, and I headed to the bathroom—barely able to walk because I had a raging hard-on. When I reached the bathroom, he joined me and told me to follow him outside. I followed him down the stairs to the cellar, and he led me to the very back. I started stroking his dick, and he pulled me close, touching my ass while we kissed with our tongues dripping with saliva. Then he leaned on my shoulder and pulled out his cock to shove it in my mouth. It smelled clean with just a hint of sweat—not unpleasant at all. He thrust deep into my throat while calling me a fat bitch. After five or ten minutes, he pinned me belly-down on a barrel and gave me a few licks before pushing into me gently. He wasn't very big, so it slid in smoothly, and as he continued, he picked up the pace. Over about ten minutes, there were no words—just the sound of his balls slapping and our moaning. At the end, he tensed up and shot several spurts inside me. I didn't have time to cum. He thanked me, and we headed back upstairs to avoid getting caught by his boss or my boyfriend. I went to the toilet to clean up, and my guy was waiting for me with plates that were almost cold—but my ass was still hot. Since I hadn't cum yet, I was still ready for a second round.