BBC Restaurant: Cum Shots, Piss Drinks & Hotwife Feast

Simone felt the heat between her thighs the moment she stepped through the heavy oak doors of the BBC Restaurant, her fingers laced tightly with Terrence’s. At twenty-eight she moved with the confident sway of a woman who knew exactly what her body could take, the short black dress clinging to her full hips and bare legs. Terrence, thirty-one, stayed half a step behind her, already hard in his slacks, eyes wide as he took in the dim red lighting and the scent of musk and expensive cologne that hung in the air. Every waiter in sight was tall, broad-shouldered, and black, muscles stretching white shirts rolled to the elbows. No one else dined here for the food. Everyone knew the menu.

They chose a corner booth that still offered a clear view of the open floor. Simone slid in first, deliberately letting the hem of her dress ride up so that when she crossed her legs the bare lips of her pussy peeked for a second. Terrence sat opposite, cock twitching. The air itself felt charged; both of them were already wet and leaking with anticipation. Simone’s dinner would be thick black cock. Terrence’s would be the mess left behind inside her. The shots would be fresh cum. The drinks would be warm piss. They had talked about nothing else for weeks.

Four waiters approached at once. The tallest introduced himself as Errol, thirty-four, voice deep and smooth. Beside him stood Yara, thirty-two, equally massive, skin gleaming under the low lights. Two more men, both well over six feet and heavy with muscle, completed the circle. They didn’t bother with ordinary menus. Errol’s dark eyes locked on Simone’s spread thighs.

“You two look ready,” he said. “Specials tonight are the usual. Cum shots chilled or warm. Piss drinks in crystal. And the main courses are exactly what you’re craving.”

Simone parted her knees wider, the dress riding higher until her shaved pussy was fully on display under the table. “Four cum shots and two piss tumblers to start. For both of us. And keep them coming.” Her voice was husky. “I’m starving for cock, and my husband is starving for whatever you leave dripping out of me.”

Terrence swallowed hard, nodding. “Everything she said.”

The waiters smiled. Errol and Yara unzipped right there at the booth. Their cocks spilled out heavy and already half-hard, thick veins running the length of shafts that hung past mid-thigh. The other two followed. Simone licked her lips as Errol stroked himself slowly, the head swelling dark and fat. Yara did the same, balls drawn tight. Within a minute the first thick ropes of semen spurted into chilled shot glasses held ready by the staff. Simone watched every pulse, the wet sound of fists working meat filling their small space. Terrence’s hand trembled on the table.

Errol set two brimming shots in front of them. “Fresh. Drink.”

Simone lifted hers, toasted Terrence with a wicked grin, and threw it back. The hot, salty load coated her tongue and slid down her throat in one thick swallow. She moaned openly. Terrence followed, eyes watering as he drank the second man’s cum, throat working. They both shuddered with lust.

Next came the tumblers of pale gold piss, still warm from the men’s bladders. Yara held his cock and directed a steady stream into crystal while Simone watched the arc. The other waiters filled theirs. Simone took the glass without hesitation, raised it, and drank deep. The salty, slightly bitter warmth flooded her mouth; she swallowed greedily, a little dribble escaping the corner of her lips. Terrence’s turn came immediately after. He drank every drop of the second tumbler, cheeks flushing, cock leaking a dark spot through his pants. The humiliation and the taste pushed them both past the last polite edge.

“Table service is over,” Errol said. “Floor. Now.”

Simone stood, stripped the dress over her head in one motion, and walked naked into the center of the restaurant. Every eye turned. She dropped to her knees on the soft carpet as the four black men circled her, cocks fully hard now, bobbing heavily. Terrence crawled after her on command and stayed on his knees three feet away, another pair of cum shots already in his hands. He drank them while he watched.

Errol fed his thick cock between Simone’s lips first. She opened wide, jaw aching around the girth, drooling as he pushed until her nose pressed his pubic hair. Yara stepped in beside him; Simone switched, sucking hard, hand stroking Errol while she choked herself on Yara’s length. The other two men rubbed their shafts across her cheeks and breasts, smearing pre-cum. When they pulled free she gasped for air only long enough for Errol to lift her, turn her, and bend her forward so Yara could slam into her dripping pussy from behind in one long stroke.

She cried out in raw pleasure. The stretch burned sweet; his cock filled every inch and kept going. Errol took her mouth again while the remaining two men suckled and bit at her neck and the soft undersides of her breasts. Dark hickies bloomed almost immediately—purple-red marks layered across her throat, collarbones, and the full curves of her tits. They bit and sucked harder each time she moaned around Errol’s cock, branding her in plain sight of the whole room.

They rotated without mercy or pause. Yara pulled out and Errol took his place, fucking her with deep, punishing strokes that made her ass ripple. Simone rode him reverse when they flipped her, grinding down so the entire restaurant could see her stretched pink lips gripping the dark shaft. One waiter after another used her mouth; she swallowed two more loads straight from the source before they resumed marking her skin. Hickies covered her from jaw to nipples, dozens of them, dark against her pale flesh. Terrence drank another piss tumbler on his knees, then another cum shot, eyes never leaving the sight of his wife being used.

Simone came hard the first time with Yara buried to the balls, her pussy clamping and squirting around him. They didn’t stop. They bent her over a low table, one cock in her cunt, another stretching her throat, while the remaining pair kept adding fresh bruises with their mouths. She orgasmed again when Errol swapped in and hammered her G-spot without mercy. Cum already leaked down her thighs from the first two loads they had pumped deep inside her. More followed. Each man unloaded either down her throat or straight into her spasming pussy until her belly felt heavy and her legs shook.

When they finally eased her off the last cock she was a wreck of sweat, spit, and overflowing semen. Her neck and breasts were a solid map of dark hickies. Terrence was ordered forward. Simone straddled his face immediately, lowering her wrecked, creampied pussy onto his open mouth.

“Dinner,” she gasped. “Eat every drop they left me.”

Terrence moaned into her folds and licked. Thick white cum poured onto his tongue; he swallowed and kept licking, sucking the stretched hole clean while more seed continued to drip. The four waiters stood over them stroking fresh erections. They fed Simone and Terrence final cum shots straight from the tips, ropes landing on tongues and lips. Simone ground down harder, fucking her husband’s face, another orgasm ripping through her as he cleaned every creampie load. Terrence came untouched in his pants from the taste and the sheer filthy surrender, hips jerking while he drank from her.

They stayed like that until the last drops were gone. Simone rose slowly, legs unsteady, body covered in hickies and the sheen of sex. She thanked each waiter by name, kissing the heads of their softening cocks. Terrence thanked them too, voice hoarse. Errol helped Simone back into her dress; it did nothing to hide the marks blooming darker by the minute.

They left hand in hand, satisfied and still trembling. Outside in the cool night air Simone leaned against Terrence and smiled privately to herself. She had booked the private after-hours room for next weekend already—and she hadn’t told him yet.