Chapter 7 - Dinner and a Show


      It wasn’t long after I had dashed out the door, leaving Danielle behind with a with a wet, dwindling cock under her skirt that I realized I probably would have had time to put pants on over these ridiculous blue latex ones. Now here I was running down the middle of campus where everyone could see my eye-catching attire. The cum I had poured into my crotch area was thankfully not visible but I could feel it sliding every which way down my thighs now and the sensation was not doing anything to abate my rising erection.

      Running at all was was putting a tough strain on my legs; the tight latex was fighting my movements and the added weight in my bowels made a noticeable difference after a few minutes. I was starting to sweat a lot, and the heat in my thighs wasn’t going anywhere. As I ran for my exam, hauling ass to get there in time, my tight, blue, latex pants were constantly making that distinct rubbery, stretching noise. My frantic running, my latex pants and the audible noises were attracting the eyes of just about everyone around me. A few men and woman even whistled and catcalled at me as I ran by.

      I was checking my watch when I was less than 3 minutes away, my anxiety let up a little. I was going to make it. Barely. All this running though was unbeknownst to me churning up the load Danielle had left me and without warning a big wet fart escaped, some of her “gift” came with it. The sound of the fart was muffled by the pants but I could feel Danielle’s sticky jizz oozing out into the limited space in the crack of my ass and behind my balls.

      “Oh, fuck me,” I said as I froze to the spot, stunned like a deer in the headlights, barely able to catch my breath. I don’t know exactly how long I was rooted to the ground in surprise but I got running again when I regained my senses and managed to get through the door of my exam hall just in time, the door man watching me come sprinting as he was about to close the door.

      “Take you seat please,” he said, his sentence taking a pause as he eyed my unusual clothing.

      “Thank you,” I said as I went into the big wide exam room to see hundreds of other students all milling about, finding their seats amongst the sea of chairs. Thankfully all my fellow students were to preoccupied to notice the dude in the tight blue latex pants come into the room. I, in one of my dumbest moves imaginable, decided to try and draw less attention by sitting closest to the door at the back row so I wouldn’t feel all the eyes of the other students staring at me through the back of my head.

      I hesitated sitting down, knowing what I would be sitting in, but realised there was nothing I could do and just got it over with, and sure enough when my ass touched chair there was an embarassing little mushing sound and I could feel the cum around my crotch and waist redistribute itself all over. Once again my dick betrayed me and made a distinguished shape in my front.

      I’m sure all this caught some attention from those sitting nearby but I just tried to look down at the front page of the exam, grab a pencil, and whipe the sweat from my brow. I was still burning hot inside my pants, trying to suprress the noise of my heavy panting and staring a tough exam in the face. I was probably the most uncomfortable that I’ve ever been.

      “Alright!” came my professor’s voice from the front of the room as he watched the big clock in front as the number turned to 3:00. “Begin!”

      Easily the most embarrassing three hours of my life so far. At first I was able to ignore my predicament when I turn the cover on my math exam and began tackling the first question. It started with easy questions, basic fundamental stuff that any proficient high school graduate should know: Why is pi irrational? How is a derivative useful? And so on.

      The whole time since my first little bit of ‘leakage’ I had been clenching my sphincter tight to avoid further humiliation, but whenever I encountered a question I didn’t know how to solve immediately I became easily distracted. I was then aware of how hard it was becoming to keep my ass tight. It started to hurt and the second I couldn’t hold it anymore I was instantly rewarded with big, loud, wet fart that drew horror all over my face. The distinguished sound of cum flowing in thick bubbles into my pants was echoed all over the halls. It squished and squirmed its way gelatinously down my thighs coating every part of my skin from my waist to my knees in juicy cum.

      Everyone in my nearby vicinity turned and stared at me for entirely too long while everyone else laughed. I put both my hands on either side of my face to block out any possible eye contact and tried my hardest to simply get through this experience

      My ordeal was not over though, the need to empty my still full rectum was only growing and my ability to keep it in was weakening every minute. Ample sized expulsions of cum were still occuring throughout my waking nightmare, filling up my pants like a diaper.

      At one point, one of the TAs came over and told me that If I need to go to the bathroom he could escort me. I could only tell him that I’d be fine and it wasn’t necessary. When he turned around I looked down at the small lock on the buckle keeping my ass and legs trapped in their cum filled prison. I returned to my exam, mourning my situation while another glob of Danielle’s special blend escaped my ass. The only thing I had left to be thankful for was that the latex pants did a fine job of hiding that anything was filling them and especially what that particular thing was.
 


      By the time I had finally finished my exam I had used up almost all of the alotted 3 hours, the excessive cum farting having cost me a lot of thinking time. I grabbed my bag and walked up to the front. The load of jizz coating my lower half sinking more to the bottom, but not out, almost making it feel like I was walking with baggy pants. The latex no longer made the rubbery noise it used to, the slick inside coating making my movements somewhat silent, letting out only a tiny sqeak with each step.

      I tossed the exam on the professor’s desk and made for the exit as soon as I could. Once I was out of the exam room and in the entry way of the building with no one else around I slump over with my hands on my knees and finally took a big deep breath that I sorely needed.

      “So... how'd it go?” came the taunting, confident voice of Danielle from behind me, she had been hiding behind the door waiting for me it seems. She sauntered over to me, her red skirt swaying with each step, her presumably flaccid cock doing the same.

      “You! You get this off me right now!” I shouted, pointing my finger at her, my brief moment of peace over. She strode up to me and grabbed my hand with a stern grip, silencing me almost instantly.

      “You are in no position to demand anything,” she said calmly. She then grabbed my ass with a strong grip, squeezing it and feeling the load she had put up my ass earlier that day.

      “Ooh,” she said excitedly as she felt around my ass and thighs, “did you let it all out?”

      “I… no…I don’t know.”

      “Well, why don’t you give it a little push for me,” she said, her hand stille supping my ass.

      “Seriously?”

      She said nothing, just stared me down from above me. Resigned, let my ass go, and pushed a little. At first it felt like there was nothing left, but then I felt movement and shortly after a large audible blowout into my pants. The remaining batch of Danielle’s cumload surging out of me in large quantities, sliding out and around her cupped hand. The squelching, oozing, sound of all this was even louder than it had been in the exam.

      “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” she said giving me once last squeeze before slapping my ass playfully. The attention she was giving plus my pants being full of her cum was having the effect that I’m sure Danielle anticipated; continuing my hardon well past 3 hours now.

      “Here, follow me to my car,” she said walking away immediately.

      Every time she demand I follow her or do something, I always debated in my head whether to walk away or not from my torturous kinkster, but I never did. No one had ever given me such sexual attention in my life, and I was starting to realise that on some level I enjoyed it.

      I skipped a few steps to catch up with her as we left the building and entered the parking lot. I followed Danielle, watching her skirt sway with each step of her long legs, being reminded of her considerable femininity. I was quite transfixed that I didn’t notice her car until she stopped.

      It was a red convertible, I wasn’t much of a car fan and I didn’t see the logo so I could tell what it was, but I knew that it was very nice. Man this girl loves red, I thought. Danielle opened her door and started the car.

      “Well hop in,” she said as I was still stuck staring.

      I went to open the door but it was locked, and Danielle was just looking at me.

      “Are you going to open it?” I stammered.

      “No, like I said, hop in.”

      I took a second, than awkwardly, but effectively hopped the door. When my ass hit the chair the cum that was still stuck around my ass got squeezed out, swirling around my crotch and thighs. I couldn’t deny that it felt a good and I let out a small involuntary moan. Danielle laughed at me and before I could even put my seatbelt on she had revved the engine and raced away out of the parking lot.

      “Where are we going?” I asked as I got my seatbelt fastened.

      “Truthfully I feel I owe you a little,” said Danielle, needing to raise her voice to speak over the noise of the car and the wind, “I also feel like it’s time we finally got to know each other a little better, besides just in the sac.”

      “Oh?” I said still not entirely sure what she was planning, Danielle noted this.

      “I’m taking you out to diner,” she said factually.

      “Like a date?”

      “If that’s the word you want to use then fine, like a date,” she said, “I’ll even pay for it, I know how strapped for cash you uni students are.”

      I didn’t respond, since there was no point denying that money was almost non-existant for me

      “But there’s a catch,” she said, pulling aside the front of her skirt revealing her semi-erect cock, “I need you to go balls deep.”

      “I’m not a hobo who sucks cock for food,” I said standing my ground, thinkingthat it might be futile to refuse.

      “You really need to stop thinking about it in such terms,” she said, her voice unusally kind, “this is a mutually beneficial deal here,” she added, wiggle her hips so her cock did a little dance. I stared at her cock for a second; even flaccid it still had remarkable length and girth to it.

      “Jason, sooner or later you’re going to have to admit to yourself that you want this just as much as I want to give it to you.”

      My eyes had not stopped staring at her cock, and a part of my brain that was stopping me just seemed to switch off. I leaned forward a little, but it was all the encouragement Danielle needed. She grabbed my head, put my hair in a vice-like grip and force me onto her crotch. All the while the car driving much faster than normal for city roads, Danielle clearly enjoyed driving recklessly.

      At first my face just rubbed against her cock, but I was faster than I even thought myself to be; I grabbed her base with my hand and lifted her cock up so I could plant my lips onto her stiffening head.

      “Better hurry and stuff it all in!” she said over the noise of the car while I played with her wobbly, semi-erect cock. “I’m about to get to full mast!”
I tried with gusto to shove my face down on her shaft, with a little help from Danielle’s forceful hand, but I had not built quite enough saliva and her shaft was still a bit soft. I succeeded only in bending her cock a little and fitting only a few measly inches into my mouth. Hardly a decisive victory. If anything I made her cock swell even more with anticipation and she wasn’t done yet.

      “Too late little man,” said Danielle, “Ngh!”

      I felt a surge flow into Danielle’s cock, almost instantly it swelled out to its true form and my mouth was treated to the full fury of Danielle’s width, it stretched my mouth abnormally wide and pushed my head up, hitting it on the stearing wheel. Danielle’s hand on the back of my head started forcing me back down right away, slowly impaling my face on her maidenhood.

      As her cock hit the back of my throat, I started making involuntary gagging and gurgling noises. Copious amounts of of my spit were leaking out of my mouth all over her cock and it became very difficult to breath.

      “Come you slut! Take a little initiative here,” Danielle told me, her forceful hand letting go of my head, “I’m not going to do all the work.”
Her now free hand stroked its way down down my neck, to my back, and evetually cupping my ass while I continued to work her cock down my throat, but her thickness and stiffness made getting it down my throat seem almost impossible. All I manage to do was to continuously mashed her bulbous head against the back of my throat over and over again.

      While I was trying to stuff as much of her meat into my mouth, my hard dick was starting to receive some attention. Danielle’s free hand grabbed hold of my cum soaked bulge through my latex pants and started massaging my dick. I had been so horny, maintaining an erection for too long now that it took only a few strokes to bring out another orgasm out of me. My body shuddered and convulsed as I lay across the front of the speeding car, as my cock earnestly added to the already copious amounts of cum in my pants.

      “That didn’t take much you little slut!” Danielle said as I moaned in bliss around her massive meat stuck in my throat, throbbing slightly. “You must really love having my cock inside of you, no matter the hole it fills!”

      “Mmmm,” I moaned in response, my brain still riding the waves of its post-orgasm high. I tried my hardest to concentrate on willing my throat to open more and accept Danielle’s huge cock. For a second it appeared to work, I was just starting to feel her cock bend itself down the first inch past my throat when Danielle shouted from above me.

      “Look out! Speed bump!”

      That was all the warning I got before the car and Danielle’s hips lurch upward with a mighty force and before I could blink her cock forced its way completely into my mouth. My lips met her big balls, full of cum no doubt, and I gagged, retched, bucked and moaned, my throat in shock and pain.

      “Oh wow!” Danielle exclaimed, stopping the car abruptly and putting both her hands on my head and stopping my head from coming up for air. “Oh fuck! OH FUCK!”

      With a solid close up I could see Danielle’s balls swell and clench, pumping forth the sea of cum that was to follow. Her shaft began to twitch forcefully in my mouth and throat.

      “FUCKING DEEPTHROAT THAT COCK BITCH!” she screamed from the car “I’M GOING TO CUM SO FUCKING HARD DOWN YOUR FUCKING THORAT!!! AAGHGH!!!”

      Danielle’s hips started to buck wildly up into my face, her cock was swelling vigorously as I could feel the huge spurts of cum flowing up her shaft and felt the first spray of her thick love goo start to pour into my stomach.

      After about ten seconds of cum pumping I realized that I really needed to breath. I tried to suck in air through my nose, but it had the side effect of constricting my lower throat, much to Danielle’s joy. I tried to lift my head up but only made it a short distance before Danielle’s powerful hands slammed my head back into her smooth, hairless crotch, also, to her delight.

      Eventually though my well endowed other half started to relax as her cock sauce slowed to a trickle. The minute her hands felt light on my hand I ripped my head off her shaft, uncaring for the incredible discomfort it caused ejecting her cock from my throat at high speeds. Finally free I took the biggest gasp of air that I think I’ve ever had. My vision had gone blurry and dark and I fell back away from the driver’s side and collapsed on my own seat. I could feel a thick trail of cum or saliva land on my black shirt, still connected to my mouth.

      “Whoa!” came a girl’s voice from the driver’s side, definitely not Danielle, “He took the whole thing!?”

      I opened my eyes and looked over, there was another girl leaning on the door. She had a cute face, long brown hair, and her expression one of awe having just witnessed something quite unusual. She wasn’t the only one watching either. The loud mating cries of Danielle had attracted a small group, a few guys, mostly girls to the parked car.

      “Look at his belly, I think it’s gotten bigger!” said another girl pointing at my belly to her friend.

      “Man, that’s fucked up,” comment a tall black guy on the outskirts of the crowd to his girlfriend as they walked by.

      “Is that thing real?” asked another man.

      “Looks pretty real to me,” said the first brown hair girl. I was feeling even more humiliated than I did at my exam.

      “Can we please get out of here?” I whispered urgently to Danielle my face flushed and heat rising out of my face.

      “Not really,” she answered, unlocking the doors and getting out of the convertible her cock once again dissapearing under her red plaid skirt, “We’re here.”

      She pointed over to the restaurant, beyond the cloud of onlookers I could see the blue awnings of our soon-to-be dinner place. Blue Water Café, it read.

      “A café?” I said to her also getting out of the car and pushing myself past the small crowd. As we made our way across the parking lot and up to the restaurant the slowly setting sun cast long shadows on both our figures.

      “It’s a café in name only, not just a lunch and hipster-coffee-wifi joint,” she explained, opening the front door for me and waving me through first.

      “Thanks,” I said instinctively moving into the establishment, only to have my thanks rewarded with a quick slap on the ass as I walked past her, serving to remind me that I had bright blue latex pants full of jizz and I was walking into what looked like one of the classiest restaurant I’ve ever been in. I looked at Danielle in her boots, skirt and tanktop, and thought that maybe we were underdressed for this place.

      “Don’t worry, I’ve been here before,” Danielle said when I explained this to her, “they’ll let us in.”

      “Hello,” said the sharply dressed doorman greeting us, then eyeing us rather sternly, “I’m afraid that we have a semi-formal dress code at this establishment.”

      “It’s hardly busy,” said Danielle, walking up to him and flirtaciously putting her hand on his “you can seat us in the corner, we won’t make a big fuss.”

      She had adopted a strange, very un-Danielle like tone, she was clearly trying to play the vulnerable girl angle.

      “Uh, I’m afraid I must insist.”

      “Do I have to tell Corey that he’s lost one of his best customers because of you?” Danielle said, her voice back to her usual dominant self.

      “Of course not,” he said, grabbing the menus and waving us through, “please, right this way.”

      Danielle turned to me and gave me a little wink before following our host, me not far behind. I felt a few heads swivel our way as we were escorted to the back of the dinning area. Most of them directed at my pants, once again making me conscious of the slurry that was still successfully hidden inside them.

      We took our seats at the back of the restaurant away enough from prying eyes for me to relax a little. When I sat down at the booth I once again felt all the cum held in by the latex, including my own recently added batch, squirm its way around my crotch and thighs looking for room stay. Also once again, I failed to suppress a whimper of my own. Danielle stared at me from across the table with an all too familiar knowing look of hers.

      “This has turned into a great day for me,” she said, not yet breaking eye contact.

      “I can’t imagine why,” I said, noticeably less hapiness in my own voice compared to hers.

      “Don’t be so glum, I brought you here after all.”

      I looked around the restaurant, taking my time to admire the decorations on the walls and ceilings. I expect the food to be nice, but unsurprisingly I wasn’t that hungry.

      “Did you make me, uh, swallow your cum so that I would be too full to eat?” I asked, speaking as softly as I could.

      “Oh? You wound me sir,” said Danielle, mocking me, “it crossed my mind yes, and it’s true that it would be beneficial to me if you weren’t hungry.
 But I intend to honour my deal, especially since you are the first boy in quite a while to take all of my cock. It was a lovely surprise by the way.”

      “Ha, I could tell,” I said, letting out a little exhasperated laugh and feeling my sore throat as it throbbed a littlebeing reminded of what I had just done.

      The waiter came and took our order for drinks, Danielle was kind enough to get us a bottle of wine that sounded expensive, not that I would know good wine from bad, I only turned the legal drinking age one week ago.

      At first the wine was not settling very well (guess why) but after a couple glasses Danielle and I managed to have the first legitimate conversation of our “relationship”. During which I finally felt completely comfortable in her company, the topics of conversation didn’t arouse me, but at least it stopped my heart from beating faster than a street performer with a bunch of buckets and sticks, which is how most of my interactions with Danielle go.
 
      “A chemist?” I said, a little surprised, and hesitant to believe her when she revealed what she did for a living “You’re a chemist. You called me a nerd earlier you know.”

      “Firstly,” Danielle chimed in, quickly gulping on her wine to retaliate, “I’m not much without my hypocrisies, you’ve already gotten more than a few first hand experiences with that. Secondly, just doing chemistry doesn’t make me a nerd, it’s all business to me in the lab. This…!” she added, clearly cupping her groin beneath the table, even though I couldn’t see it, “…is my pleasure.”

      “So you work in a lab?”

      “Basically, we get instructions from people waiving around their Phds demanding experiments of us, we perform them and capture the results it’s pretty simple really.”

      “Ever had any accidents? Explosions in the lab?”

      “I wouldn’t be very good at my job if we had any kind of record like that,” said Danielle, “and I’m very good at what I do.”

      “How many other people do you work with?”

      “Usually two others, there’s always at least two in the lab whenever we are experimenting, for safety of course. Both of them are, as you put it, nerds. Couple of big science dweebs. They can be annoying but they’re super cute so I put up with them.”

      “Have you ever…” I said gesturing with my hands.

      “What? Fucked them?” said Danielle, “I would, but one of them is a straight girl, the other a gay man.”

      “I wouldn’t think that would stop you,” I said.

      “I’m not a rapist, Jason,” she said with a sly smile before grabbing her glass and taking another swig, “no matter what you may think of me. It’s much more fun to find someone who wants me and to turn the tables on them I drop my pants and get to see their hesitation, and push them to go through with it. Think of it as breaking them out of their shell, instead of breaking them in. And well, the kind of people who fancy men, tend not to fancy me. If that helps put any of your homophobic fears to rest, your welcome.”

      The thought had occurred to me, I thought, given how much cock I put up with but I fell on the notion that if I were gay I would have figured that out years ago. Beside, women were just too damn sexy for me to be gay.

      “Yeah, the two at my work don’t see me that way at all,” Danielle continued.

      “What about that video store place?” I asked, “I assumed that was your job.”

      “That’s more of a hobby, a great way to spend time giving others a place to have orgies in relative safety.”

      “My friend mentioned it was some kind of gay hotspot.”

      “You told someone? That’s unlike you.”

      “It was kind of an accident.”

      “It’s true, though, gay men are definitely our best patrons.”

      “How do you make money off something like that?”

      “It’s chump change for sure,” said Danielle after a particularly large gulp of wine, “there’s a small membership fee, we make sure everyone involved is healthy and sane, and we have a few sponsors, but that’s pretty much the only income. You should consider yourself lucky, you got in for free.”

      I was about to say something about me being “lucky” when someone who was definitely not our waiter showed up with our food. He was a short and rather fat mediterranean looking guy who wore a sleazy looking shirt and jacket vest combo. I could smell heavy cologne and his copious chest and arm hair was poking out of his collar and sleeves.

      “Danielle!” he said excitedly as he set her steak platter down gently and practically dropped my plate of sushi in front of me, “It’s lovely to see you here again, I had almost thought you had forgotten about my little hole in the wall.”

      “Corey, it’s good to see you again too,” said Danielle, assuming her more vulnerable and ditsy tone of voice, “how are you?”

      “Still single but business is well thank you,” he said, having not once even glanced my way, “when I heard you had dropped by I made extra care to make sure you got the biggest steak we had in our stores, I know how much you love meat.”

      “Thanks so much Corey that’s kind of you.”

      “Enjoy your meal,” said Corey, he turned and walked away but took a number of glances behind him as he left, apparently savoury Danielle’s presence in his restaurant.

      “Yuck, ugh, the things I do for a little extra meat,” Danielle said once Corey was gone. I couldn’t help but laugh a little.

      “Cause what you need is more meat,” I said.

      “I would be careful what you wish for if I were you,” said Danielle, pointing at me with her steak knife before striking it down into her meal.

      “You and him, you didn’t ever…?” I said while I started mixing my wasabi in soy.

      My question was rewarded with a look of pure disgust on Danielle’s face, “that hairy fuck, hell no. I let him think he has a shot, helps me keep him in my pocket.”

      “You manipulative bitch,” I said playfully.

      “Call me that again and I’ll have to remind you who there real bitch is right here and now,” she said, I had no doubt that her threat was real, it was little frightening but strangely, I liked it.

      “You don’t like hairy men I take it?” I asked with a small chuckle before dropping my first piece of sushi in my mouth.

      “Has it been that long since you looked in the mirror,” she said as she started eviscerating her steak with her knife and put a big, dripping, juicy piece in her mouth.

      “Ohm! Sho good,” she said with her mouth full, “been a while since I came here, almost as long as my last dry spell, before I found you.”

      “How long was it since your last relationship,” I asked, “If that’s even what it was.”

      “About 5 months,” she said, “one of my longest, it’s partly why I’ve been super aggressive with you. It had been a long time since my cock had felt ass. Also I’m kind of like that normally.”

      “Speaking of, what is this exactly?” I said, staring briefly at my own plate of sushi and then at Danielle. She chewed her steak for a bit, then took a gulp and swallowed audibly.

      “I assume you’re not talking about your food?”

      “What are we? Like what am I to you?”

      “Besides the obvious answer?” she said, I knew what she meant but I didn’t bite. “Labels are not really my thing. I mean, I like you so far and you haven’t gone running yet, which regrettebly happens sometimes.”

      “I mean… you know, are you like my girlfriend now?” I said.

      “I think you’re within your right to call me that, though mostly because I don’t really like the term master,” said Danielle, setting down her utensils and grabbing her glass, she was not looking at me directly, “but… let me just say that I like to keep my options open… among other things.” She cupped her groin again for emphasis.

      “I just, get the impression that I’m just an object to you, to be used.”

      “Is that really so bad though?”

      I had to think about that for a moment.

      “It’s simple isn’t it?” she added, “I get horny, I want to fuck and so far you’ve been perfectly, what’s the word…? Accommodating. You have never once told me to stop or said no, you know.”

      I was unsure of how to handle this information, as far as I could remember she was right.

      “Do you not enjoy our little rendez vous? Come on, nothing wrong with being a slut, especially for me. Lighten up a little.”

      I didn’t really feel like saying anything so I just flashed a smiled at Danielle and returned to my sushi. However since that first piece had landed in my cum filled stomach I was not so hungry anymore, despite barely eating all day.

      “See I told you you wouldn’t be hungry,” Danielle told me as I was gazing at my food while she powered through her enormous steak with intimidating proficiency “Man all this talk and all this steak is making me really fucking horny.” With her plate now bare she dropped her knife and fork, letting them fall with a clatter and moved her right hand down to her crotch. She closed her eyes, tuning everything out while she started stroking it. Thank god for the large tablecloth otherwise just about anyone in the restaurant could turn our way and see this tall, short blond haired chick start masturbating her big, thick dick.

      “Seriously? Here? Now?” I whispered, after a few seconds she opened her eyes and looked at me with a distant stare.

      “When you gotta go, you gotta go,” she closed her eyes again and started moaning and panting. I was thankful that she was keeping the audio down this time and that most of the other patrons were beyond the cloud of the restaurants ambiant noise.

      “Oh man, I’m really horny!” she exclaimed quietly opening her eyes and staring at me, “I’m building this load up quickly and you better do something if you don’t want to walk out of here with your pants covered in cum.”

      As her panting and breathing got heavier I realised what was about to happen, somewhat unfortunately though simply pulling my legs up out of harms way was not the course of action that came to mind.

      I dashed under the cloth covered table without thought and found Danielle’s throbbing cockhead looming out in front of me through the dim light. She was giving it long, vigorous strokes and it was as big as ever, she wasn’t kidding when she said she ready to blow.
“Ugh. Fuck, I’m coming,” she said unceremoniously.

      Before she painted my face whiter than it already was I wrapped my lips around her head, it took a little effort; I had already forgotten just how wide it stretched my jaw. She stopped stroking and even in the dim light I could see and feel her cock give a big pulse and right away shot a huge wave of cum into my mouth.

      My face and throat immediately tensed up with the force of her hot jizz, I thought to myself that no matter how much I find myself on my knees confronting a cum blast that I’ll probably never get used to it. It almost filled my mouth after the first spurt and before the second had finish my cheeks were bulging out. I started swallowing immediately, so far able to contain the cum outbreak being pumped from her big balls. The gulps that I was taking were so large and loud that I’m sure anyone walking by would be able to hear me.

      After her sixth spurt of cum I was not able to swallow enough to keep up with Danielle who I could hear panting and shaking above me. It was her third orgasm of the day and was just as voluminous as her first. She was a cum factory and I was her receptacle. With my cheeks, mouth, throat and stomach full and bulging I felt completely backed up and failed to swallow for just a second, I was rewarded with a jet of cum bursting out of my nose in front of me, followed closely by another. A series of cum sneezes kept shooting out of my nose as Danielle kept cumming. Some of it landed on top of her cock while most landed on the floor. I tried to choke it back and keep as much of her cum inside my already bloated belly as I could.

      “Check please!” shouted a euphoric Danielle as her orgasm finally died down.

      I slowly removed my lips from her cock, careful to keep my lips tight around her head and left with a mouth absolutely full of cum. I swallowed and took a big, deep breath. My stomach screamed as it was pushed to its limit. The smell of cum filled my nostrils and the taste filled my mouth. It was good, really good. I looked at Danielle’s cock as it slowly started to deflate, the ropes of jizz that had sprayed from my nose coated it like ketchup on a hotdog. I wanted it, the taste of her cum made me lust for more, and I started licking it off her cock.

      “Mmmm, good boy,” Danielle said just as the waiter arrived with the bill but I knew she was talking about me even as he stammered a confused reply of thanks. Once I knew he was gone I came back up for air sitting next to Danielle.

      “Did you have fun?” she said as I rose up beside her wiping my nose and licking the residue off them.

      “Yeah,” I squeeked, still a little drunk with lust and my throat and stomach sore from the incredible amount of cum I was now harbouring. I looked down and felt my tummy, if before the bulge in my mid-torso was sublte at best now it was fully prominent, streatching my previously loose fitting shirt around my belly. Seeing it made my already hard cock twitch, acheing for attention.

      “Come on then,” said Danielle as she got up from the table, her cock shrunken enough and hidden by her skirt to walk in public without getting arrested, “the night is young, and we have plans.”

      “What do you mean? We?”

      “We’re going to visit a friend,” she said strolling out of the restaurant ahead of me, “don’t worry, you’ll love her.”

      Behind me I heard one of the employees shouting something about a mess, I didn’t hang around to see and raced out of the restaurant to catch up with Danielle.
