Outdoor Service Ch. 01

Rachel sat at a table in the sidewalk café, sipping her latte and savouring the heat of the summer sun on her face and her naked arms.

She was reading her book - which actually turned her on a bit. Sure, it was an ordinary crime story. But she'd just gotten to the part where the vicious serial killer had kidnapped the female detective. And even though the book didn't say, Rachel couldn't help imagining that the serial killer would force himself on the detective. Reading, she saw juicy sex scenes in her mind's eye. The rough male hands of the serial killer, ripping off the heroine's clothes...

Rachel felt herself getting slightly horny. It felt a bit strange and wrong - so she put her book down and looked around the café. In front of the tables the waiter stood smoking a cigarette. He was tall and dark, with chiselled features and day-old stubble. Quite sexy, really. There were only a few guests at the other tables: An older, distinguished gentleman with greying temples in a formal, dark suit. A pretty young girl with big sunglasses. And a rather unattractive man - big and chubby, with a reddish face and crew cut red hair.

She read on. In fact, there was no sex at all in the book - it was all in her mind. It must be the heat. But she really wished that serial killer had just jumped on the heroine and ravaged her violently. That would have been so hot.

Rachel's imagination ran wild: The heroine completely naked - the killer unzipping, pulling out his cock. She could just see it: Long and stiff, its head bluish and swelling.

The thought made her all wet. No, that wouldn't do. Getting all aroused here in the café - in the middle of the street for everyone to see. She slammed the book shut and focused on her latte. And that's when she noticed.

The waiter still stood there smoking. But now he'd pulled his black apron to one side, unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff cock. He was calmly caressing it with one hand.

Rachel gasped. This was madness! She wanted to look away - but couldn't take her eyes off the waiter's cock. Long, smooth and hard, it looked exactly like the cock she'd just been fantasizing about. The waiter held it, masturbating leisurely. The elongated bluish head swelled, all shiny in the summer sun.

Rachel looked around. None of the other guests even seemed to notice the waiter exposing himself to them. They were so indifferent, she wondered whether she'd been hallucinating. But when she looked back at him, he was still masturbating. And now he caught her gaze.

Without letting go of his cock, he smiled at her.

Rachel gasped again. That guy was fucking insane! Shamelessly exposing himself to the female guests. What the hell was he thinking?

But she still couldn't take her eyes off him - and certainly not off his cock.

The waiter put out his cigarette. And slowly he walked towards Rachel's table. She stared in fascination at his rigid cock, bouncing up and down with each step. He stood behind her chair.

She knew that now was the time to get up and leave - just get away from here. But for some reason she stayed seated.

Rachel felt the waiter's hands on her shoulders; then they slowly slid down over her breasts. He grabbed them with both hands, took her nipples between thumb and index fingers and squeezed them hard, making her moan. She sat there petrified, letting him do as he pleased.

The waiter bent over Rachel, slipping his hands down over her belly. He unbuttoned her jeans - and she felt his hand slipping under the edge of her panties. His fingers slid in between her pussy lips, then slowly out again. She gasped, as he grazed her clit and let his middle finger circle her love button.

She grew more and more wet, and felt her clitoris swelling and poking out.

Rachel had an unusually large clitoris - and now it stretched pink and glistening from its fold of skin, as the waiter rubbed and massaged its surroundings, making her sigh with pleasure. Again he forced his fingers up into her cunt and began to thrust in and out, massaging her long clit with his thumb.

"Oh yes," she whispered, shivering with delight.

He kept going endlessly. His finger twisted and turned deep inside her succulent pussy. And suddenly she felt she was already about to come.

Trembling, Rachel grabbed the seat of the chair hard with both hands. She could hardly believe it - never before had she climaxed so quickly. Could she really be this excited? It was too embarrassing. There were people sitting next to her at the other tables. She bit her lip, trying her best not to scream.

The waiter's fingers thrust a few more times up into her cunt - then everything went black, as the orgasm surged through her body.

"Ohhh!" she screamed, writhing in ecstasy on the chair. "Ohhh!"

Her pussy muscles clenched the waiter's fingers hard. Juices gushed over his hand. Her entire body thrashed about spasmodically.

Slowly the orgasm subsided - only a deep, warm feeling of pleasure remained. Rachel sighed deeply and savoured the sensation, as the sun beat down on her face.

The waiter pulled his fingers from her cunt and stood in front of her. He put his dripping wet fingers in his mouth, letting her watch as he slowly licked up her juices. Rachel looked at his cock, still just as long and hard.

"Show me your tits," he said.

She looked up at him with glazed eyes, still dizzy after her surprise orgasm. Then she slowly began unbuttoning her thin white blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra today, so opening her blouse, she exposed her round, voluptuous breasts. Her nipples stood out stiff in the sun.

"Yeah," the waiter whispered randily and began masturbating.

His big fist flew back and forth over the stiff shaft of his cock. The veins swelled and throbbed underneath the skin.

Rachel looked around the café. By now the other guests seemed to have finally noticed what was going on. The grey-haired man watched them with interest, the girl with the sunglasses had at least turned her head in their direction - and the fat man stared at them, his face even redder than before.

"Grab your tits," the waiter ordered.

Rachel looked up at him. He smiled viciously, his eyes twinkling with lust. Without letting go of his gaze, she grabbed her breasts and slowly began kneading them.

"Yeah," the waiter panted.

He tugged hard at his cock in an ever more vigorous pace. Rachel enjoyed the sensation of massaging her breasts - and showing them off turned her on even more. A tiny drop of clear liquid glistened on the tip of the waiter's cock and slowly ran down the shaft. He must be extremely horny by now.

"Stand up," he ordered.

On trembling legs, Rachel stood up. The waiter let go of his quivering cock and grabbed her shoulders. He turned her around, making her bend over the table, her ass in the air. Then he zipped her jeans all the way down and pulled them down to her heels. She kicked them off - and suddenly his hand slapped her on the buttock.

Slap!

Rachel gasped. The waiter hit her again.

Slap!

Her skin burned, but the waiter just kept hitting her over and over.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Blows rained down on her ass-cheeks, making her sob quietly, holding on to the table. But she also felt her cunt growing wetter and wetter. She was getting spanked - and she loved it.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Yeah, like that!" the waiter said. "You like that?"

"Oh yes," Rachel whimpered. "I love it. Please don't stop."

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Rachel felt her juices running slowly down the inside of her thighs.

The fat man had stood up and now stood staring at them. His face was bright red.

Suddenly the blows stopped. Instead she felt the waiter pushing her panties aside - then she felt the head of his cock pushing against her labia. She gasped loudly.

The waiter grabbed her hips and slowly forced his stiff cock up into her cunt. She opened herself to him, letting the long hard shaft bury itself inside her.

"Ohhh," she moaned.

The waiter began thrusting, hard and relentlessly, making the cups clatter on the table. His stiff cock pumped like a piston inside Rachel's juicy cunt. She shivered with pleasure.

"Yes!" he gasped. "Yes, like that!"

His voice was hoarse with excitement - and the sound of it turned Rachel on even more. She spread her legs, allowing herself to be fucked right there in the café in plain view of the other guests. It was just so insanely hot! She felt her juices oozing out over the waiter's rock-hard cock.

With a grunt he pulled out of her.

"Turn around," he ordered.

With a swift move of his hand he wiped Rachel's cup off the table. It landed on the pavement and shattered with a loud clinking sound. He pointed to the tabletop.

"Lie down there," he said.

His cock twitched, wet and glistening from Rachel's juices.

She lay on her back on the little table; and he quickly pulled off her panties, throwing them on the ground. Her long clitoris poked slick and pink from its little fold. The waiter stood between Rachel's legs and once more guided his cock into her cunt.

"Ohhh yes," she whimpered, as he buried the rigid shaft inside her.

The waiter grabbed her thighs hard and began fucking - hard and deep, her dripping wet cunt smacking loudly with each thrust.

The other guests had got up from their chairs and stood around the table, watching the waiter fucking Rachel with hard, deep thrusts. The elderly gentleman smiled wickedly, the girl in the sunglasses slowly licked her lips. And the fat man's face was now bright red with excitement, as he rubbed his crotch through his pants. Rachel saw his cock bulging and growing beneath the fabric.

Again and again the waiter thrust deep into her juicy cunt. Helplessly, Rachel held onto the table, feeling her excitement growing and growing - driving her towards yet another inevitable climax.

"No," she gasped. "Wait. I can't... oh! Oh!"

But the waiter showed no mercy. With an evil grin he thrust his cock into her in a hard, relentless rhythm. Until Rachel felt her juices gushing and squirting around his pumping cock, as another orgasm completely took her breath away. A shimmering sensation of pleasure surged through her entire body. Gasping for breath, she shivered in convulsions.

"Aaah!" she cried. "Aaah!"

"Fuck, I'm gonna blow," the waiter gasped. "I'm coming."

He held his throbbing cock still inside her cunt. Rachel felt it swelling and jerking - and with a grunt of lust the waiter ejaculated inside her. She felt the first squirt of spunk shooting deep inside her pussy. And then another.

But then the waiter pulled out, grabbing his pumping cock in his hand. The next long jet of white-hot sperm flew in an arch over her, spattering her belly and her breasts. Again and again he spurted, masturbating intently - as if to empty himself completely of semen.

Finally he finished ejaculating. Sighing deeply with satisfaction, he let his cock drip off on the pavement. Then he zipped up and adjusted his black apron.

Rachel looked around, dazed. The elderly gentlemen produced a briefcase and opened it. It was full of a neatly wound rope.

"Well," he said with a vicious smile. "Yes, she's a naughty little number. But let us just get this thing in order."

The waiter, the girl, and the fat man held her, as the elderly gentleman skilfully began tying her to the table with the heavy ropes.