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Archive name: eno-rob.txt (MF, exh, reluc, orgasm denial)
Authors name: Lady Seyton (nastybabygiri@aol.com)
Story title : Enolah & Rob

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Enolah & Rob (MF, exh, reluc, orgasm denial)
by Lady Seyton (nastybabygiri@aol.com)

***

A man finally takes the upper hand with his girlfriend 
and forces her to be more agreeable to his desires.

***

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, the first weekend that 
he'd had off from work in a month. Enolah was lounging on 
the sofa, a book in her hand. He was sipping a glass of 
wine and watching her idly rubbing her pussy as she read. 
She was wearing her usual at home outfit of cutoff denim 
shorts and a bra... nothing else. He was hard just 
looking at her.

A half an hour had passed and he could see the wet spot 
in between her legs. He didn't know if it was the book 
she was reading or him watching her. Either way, he'd 
made up his mind to do something about it. Standing 
abruptly, he snatched the book from her hand and closed 
it.

"I need something from you," Rob said sharply. She looked 
up at him, unimpressed. 

"I was reading."

"Well, now you're not. You're coming with me." He grabbed 
her forearms and pulled her off the sofa and into the 
bedroom. One wall was composed of two huge sliding glass 
doors. He pushed her, face first, into one.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Enolah asked, 
incredulous. He ignored her and opened the blinds all the 
way, exposing the bedroom to the parking lot of their 
condo buildings.

"You're wet," he stated, coming up behind her and putting 
his arms around her waist. "I was hard as a rock watching 
you."

"I know," she said smugly.

He pushed her up against the glass and pinched her 
nipples.

She gasped. "What are you doing? Anyone can see me."

"I know," he replied in the same smug tone. "You're a 
little cock tease. I just thought you might appreciate 
teasing a lot of them at once."

He felt a shiver run through her and grinned. Without 
warning, he pulled the under wire cups of her bra over 
her breasts and pressed them into the glass. Her nipples 
instantly became hard.

"Someone is going to see," she hissed. "Let me go!"

He said nothing, but put his hand between her legs, 
feeling the moistness of the denim. He pinched her lips 
through the fabric and heard her moan. 

"Please, Rob... shut the blinds and we'll go to bed."

He ignored her as he continued this soft torture. She was 
moaning, writhing against the glass. Over her shoulder a 
he saw a car pull into the parking lot. He pushed his 
other hand into her shorts and was pleased to note she 
wore no panties. She placed her hands on the glass and 
leaned into him, not aware that someone was already 
watching her from the car outside. 

"Fuck me now," she choked, moaning and thrusting her hips 
to capture his fingers.

"Oh, I don't think so, cock tease. I think you deserve a 
little teasing yourself."

Who ever was in the car wasn't getting out and Rob knew 
for a fact that she was being watched. Inside his own 
pants, his cock was painful, pushing against the fabric 
and against her tight ass. He thrust his hand down into 
her shorts and pulled on her small thatch of hair, 
occasionally brushing her clit. She groaned and bucked 
her hips faster, as if determined to go against his 
wishes.

"Someone is watching you, Enolah," he said softly into 
her ear. 

"Oh, God," she moaned, but didn't stop trying to fuck his 
fingers. He took his other hand out from between her legs 
and unbuttoned her shorts, then pulled down the zipper. 
With the pressure of the straining denim off her pussy, 
his hand fell away.

"Nooooo!" She cried. The shorts slipped down her hips of 
their own accord and he took that opportunity to press 
her pussy against the glass door. Carefully, he spread 
her lips so that her swollen clit came into contact with 
the door. Shamelessly, she rubbed herself on it, making 
animalistic noises. To Rob's pleasure, another car pulled 
into the lot.

"Good girl," he whispered in her ear as she ground her 
pussy into the glass. It was giving her no relief, which 
was what he liked the most. He played with the rim of her 
asshole, listening to her little cries of pleasure and 
pain. Her clit and her nipples were pressed firmly to the 
door and neither of the car's passengers were getting 
out. He toyed with her ass as he spoke.

"Don't move, baby. Stay right here and I'll be back."

At that her eyes finally opened and she turned her head 
to the side. "You're leaving me?" she asked, her voice a 
wail. She turned around immediately. Angry, he pushed her 
ass up against the glass and spread her cheeks. He wasn't 
about to risk losing the spectators.

Taking her hand, he led it down to his cock, still 
buttoned up behind his jeans. "You feel this?" He 
demanded. She nodded, caressing it. He noted how red and 
swollen her pussy was, how the wetness had given it such 
an erotic sheen. Her breasts were red and irritated. He 
took her hand away and roughly rubbed her tortured pussy 
with his denim-clad cock. "Then you know I'll be back. I 
just need to get something."

She was dry-fucking his cock and couldn't have cared less 
at that point. "Turn back around, Enolah. Disobey me and 
I'll make this much worse for you."

He had to turn her around himself, so lost was she in her 
arousal. Her sopping wet pussy slapped against the glass 
and he looked out at the parking lot once more to see if 
his audience was still there. He loved to have other 
people looking at his woman, so long as they didn't 
touch. 

He practically ran to the utility closet and grabbed what 
he was looking for. When he reentered the room, he wasn't 
exactly surprised to see Enolah sitting on the bed, away 
from the window, and on the brink of an orgasm, her 
fingers working furiously into her dark-red cunt.

"Why you little bitch," he snarled and grabbed her long 
black hair. He shoved her back into the glass and pressed 
his body against her back. He looked out into the parking 
lot, but couldn't tell if the cars were still occupied or 
not. He was furious, not knowing if anyone was watching 
her.

He spread her legs, none too gently, with his knee and 
put her hands high above her head. Then he took the duct 
tape from the utility closet and taped all four limbs 
securely to the glass. She shrieked in frustration and he 
smiled grimly. Her hips rubbed against the glass, ass 
working in tight little circles. She couldn't move very 
much. He thought for a second, then decided to bind her 
waist as well. Taking four long strips of tape, he 
pressed her belly to the glass and secured it there. She 
screamed and squirmed, but to his satisfaction, she 
couldn't get lose. He opened her pussy lips again and 
pressed her clit to the glass. Her juices were smeared 
all over it and her thighs. It was then that he saw 
definite movement in the first car. 

"I want a promise from you," Rob said quietly, his index 
finger running up and down the crack of her ass. 

"What?" She practically sobbed, fucking the glass door as 
best she could. 

"Entertain my friends tonight. We'll go to dinner and 
then have them over for drinks later."

Her whole body stiffened. He smiled, knowing there would 
be an objection to that. The majority of his friends were 
female and she refused to debase herself to women. Enolah 
was a wonderful slut with men, but with women she always 
took the reigns.

"I can't," she said softly. He pushed his finger into her 
tight little asshole and unleashed his throbbing cock.

"Then you can stay here all night and listen to me fuck 
Amelia on our bed." Amelia was the girl Enolah used most 
often. She was a pretty girl and a slave, which Enolah 
had encouraged him to fuck as a gift. The first time he'd 
actually taken her virginity. Later, when he told Enolah 
this, she'd only laughed. It seemed that she'd known all 
along. Amelia worshiped Enolah and he knew Enolah would 
feel as if she'd lost face, with her slave watching her 
this way.

There was silence. Rob knew Enolah had too much pride to 
back down to either option and she was trying to think of 
a way out of it. But the arousal had deadened her mind. 
Regardless of what was going on in her head, her body 
demanded release. Rob smirked and opened a drawer to the 
right. 
Inside was Enolah's six inch pink vibrator. He promptly 
pushed it between her stomach and the glass. His finger 
was still moving in her ass and her clit was still 
grinding at the door. 

"I'm going to give you something to help you make up your 
mind." He left again, this time going to the kitchen. 
Enolah was whimpering when he returned. 

Gently, he spread her ass cheeks and unwrapped the stick 
of butter halfway. He smeared the cold butter on her 
cheeks and she squealed. Amused, he spread her cheeks 
further and began teasing her asshole with the stick of 
butter. She angled her hips back to try and catch it. The 
butter pressed into her hole for a brief second and then 
he was rubbing it around in slow circles again. The hot, 
melted butter began to drip down her thighs. As he fucked 
her ass with the butter, he rubbed his cock on her 
asshole, getting it lubricated. She moaned and licked the 
glass. He put his hand on his cock and pleasured himself 
as he worked her into a frenzy. 

When the melted butter was dripping on the floor, he took 
the stick away. She was slick and oily to the touch, her 
perfect ass glistening, her tight asshole primed for what 
he had planned. He removed the vibrator from her stomach.

"I'm going to lube this up with my own precum." She 
groaned in answer as he did just that. When it was thick 
with his juices, he slid it in.

She gritted her teeth and pressed her pussy back to the 
glass. He'd just broken her ass in a few weeks ago. Until 
then it has been a cherry, which delighted him. Now she 
couldn't get enough and this exercise was bound to make 
her lose her pride. When it was buried in almost to the 
hilt, only a bit of pink and then the black controls 
showing, he turned it on it's lowest setting. That got 
her going again. 

To his amusement, she banged her hips against the glass 
and clenched her ass cheeks around the vibrator. 
"Please!" Came ripping from her mouth. He rubbed the tip 
of his cock in the small of her back and looked out into 
the parking lot. Car number three was just pulling up and 
the person in the first car had his face pressed to the 
windshield. He could picture the image she presented. Her 
tits were firmly crushed against the glass, as was her 
red and raw pussy. There were smears of saliva on the 
door by her mouth and even more smears of butter and her 
juices by her pussy. He wished his spectators could see 
what he was doing to her ass as well.

"Service my friends," Rob said. The guy in the first car 
finally stepped out, making no more effort to hide the 
fact that he was watching. He leaned against the hood of 
the car. 

"I can't!"

"Then I can't help you." With that he walked away and lay 
down on the bed, watching the people in the parking lot 
and the way her body moved while she tried in vain to 
come to an orgasm.

A woman walked by with her dog and looked up briefly, and 
just as quickly looked away. The man and woman in the 
second car had gotten out as well. The man in the third 
car was a guy Rob knew enough to say "hi" to in the 
mornings. Rob worked his cock harder, wishing he could 
bury it in Enolah while these people watched. He thought 
of her flaunting her body in front of his friends, acting 
the whore for him. He was beginning to feel tortured 
himself.

"What's your answer?" He demanded. His cock was pressed 
against her ass and he could feel a minute vibration. 

"Don't make me," she gritted out. Her whole body was 
slick with sweat. Her arms strained against the duct tape 
and her stomach muscles were hard as a rock. He sighed.

"Very well, then." Regretting it, but unwilling to deny 
himself, he withdrew the vibrator from her ass and pushed 
into her hand, making her hold it. He ripped off the tape 
on her waist, leaving a bright red welt. She screamed, 
but he doubted she felt much pain. He rubbed himself 
furiously as he parted the slippery lips of her pussy. He 
could hear her begging and thanking him.

He watched the spectators when he slid into her. The 
little group was bigger now and he was far more excited. 
The could see him entering her from behind, one of his 
arms around her waist. He pumped her cunt, so wet he 
nearly slipped out every time he pulled back. With his 
eyes on the people in the parking lot, the excitement of 
them watching, he came with only six or seven thrusts and 
then spurted his seed inside her and on the much-abused 
glass. She still hadn't come at all and he took almost as 
much pleasure in her wail of horror as he did in creaming 
her.

He pulled out immediately and left her there. Her pelvis 
moved in wider circles on the glass, smearing it in large 
streaks. The people were still watching but he'd lost 
interest. He was now looking forward to that evening. In 
her condition, she'd mate with a dog if he told her to.

Rob continues his erotic torture of Enolah in an even 
more public place.,He eventually pulled the tape off and 
closed the blinds. She'd begun to sag from sexual 
exhaustion. Her whole body was covered in sweat and her 
long black hair had worked its way loose of the casual 
twist she normally threw it into. It looked as though 
she'd lost the will to fight, but he knew her better than 
that. She was at a slow simmer even now, but it would 
take mere seconds to fan it into a full rolling boil. 

He kissed the back of her sweaty neck as she moaned and 
rolled her eyes skyward. "Ready to give in?" He 
whispered, picking her up.

"Death before dishonor," she said without thinking. He 
sighed, but expected no less.

"So be it." With that he carried her to the bathroom and 
laid her in the tub. Her eyes were closed again, her 
pussy still swollen and brimming with cum. He enjoyed 
looking at her like this. Grinning, he turned on the 
shower without warning.

The cold water hit her in the belly and she squealed, 
sitting up to get a face full of water. He only pushed 
her back down firmly.

"Lie still or I'll snarl your hair." There were no more 
sounds uttered as he scrubbed her harshly, avoiding only 
her pussy and her ass as best he could. He let her wash 
her own hair, but he watched while she did it. The cold 
water and the irritation between her legs had gotten her 
up and moving, proving that she was no more defeated than 
she had been reading her book hours before.

He watched her closely when she got out of the tub, but 
he didn't let her dry off, save for her hair. That she 
wrapped in a towel and he took her back into the bedroom 
to lie her down on the bed. 

He parted her legs and she immediately began to quiver. 
Her body was cool and wet to the touch and he rubbed his 
hands over her thighs and breathed in the smell of her 
sweet pussy. "Lie here," was all he said. He only hoped 
she wouldn't relieve herself in the seconds he was gone.

It was no surprise to see her fingering herself again 
when he came back, but she was no where near orgasm, or 
at least not as close as she'd been the first time. 
Impatiently, he brushed her hands away and spread her 
thighs wider, slapping them once each. He tucked a small 
towel beneath her ass and put his fingers inside her 
briefly. She was still soaked, he was pleased to note, as 
much with her own juices as with his cum and the butter. 
Smiling, he lathered her pussy up and commenced with 
shaving.

Obediently, she lay still beneath him as he bared her 
fully. With her pubic hair gone, the swollen irritation 
and her wetness was much more pronounced. It was all he 
could do to keep from burying his face in her beautiful 
pussy. He pushed his fingers inside once more and held 
them there while he wiped the shaving cream off with the 
towel. She moaned softly and began gently rocking back 
and forth. He allowed this while he spoke.

"We're going to dinner, Enolah," he said in a tone that 
left no room for argument. "I'm taking you to Sforza." 
She moaned a bit more. "When we get back I'm going to 
call some of my friends and if you're a very good girl, 
I'll let you have as many orgasms as you want. You do 
want that, don't you?" He purposely moved his fingers 
inside her. She moaned louder and squeezed her eyes shut. 

"I could keep you like this forever," he said calmly. 
"You'll never have my cock in you again." 

"Mmmmm," was all she said and he had the feeling she was 
smiling inside at the absurd threat. 

He made short work of getting her dressed. When she was 
finished her hair was in a classic French twist. She wore 
black thigh-high stockings, a black garter belt, black 
leather heels, and a little black shift that only came to 
mid-thigh. There was no bra for her full breasts and no 
panties for her aching pussy, which was just how he 
wanted it. The shift was loose enough that he could pull 
it up or down to expose any part of her. 

"What a beautiful girl," he murmured as she dabbed 
perfume behind her ears. His hand traveled up her thigh 
and to her pussy. She leaned against him and smiled. 
He didn't make use of her until they were caught in the 
thick of Saturday night traffic on Clematis Street, where 
the restaurant was located. It was bumper to bumper 
traffic, cars sandwiched on either side of his car. 

Casually, as they inched slowly along, he reached over 
and pulled one of her breasts from the top of her dress. 
Her back arched immediately and she moaned. Her hands 
reached down and pulled her dress up of their own accord. 
It was only a few inches before her bare pussy was 
exposed as well. He could only think it was a shame the 
other drivers couldn't see that as well.

There was no question that the occupants of the cars on 
both sides of him were watching avidly. He didn't even 
need to look. One held a guy and his girlfriend and the 
other had a car full of young teenybopper girls. He 
rolled Enolah's nipple between his thumb and forefinger 
and caught the girlfriend's eye. Her mouth was hanging 
open and she was blushing furiously. She also seemed 
quite determined to keep her boyfriend from seeing 
Enolah's breast. Rob was amused. The boyfriend was 
looking anyway, over his girlfriend's shoulder. The car 
full of girls were merely squealing. They had their 
windows open and he could hear everything. Enolah lay 
there, completely unfazed by the attention.

He looked down at her wet pussy and slid a finger in and 
then put it back to her nipple, getting it wet as well. 
She cried out and arched her hips again, just barely 
showing a bit of her bare ass. Rob was pleased, watching 
her expose herself. He gave her a treat, leaning over to 
kiss her pussy lips. The girlfriend saw and shot her 
companion a dirty look. Rob slipped his fingers into 
Enolah's pussy and then pushed them in her mouth. She 
suckled with her eyes closed, squeezing her thighs 
together. His cock throbbed insistently in his pants as 
traffic moved on.

The two cars kept up on either side of him until he 
turned down Banyan to find a place to park. The parking 
garage was humid and Enolah groaned when he pulled her 
out of the car. There was a wet spot on the seat from her 
juices, but fortunately nothing on her dress. Unable to 
help himself, he pushed her up against the car door and 
pulled her shift all the way up over her breasts. She 
whimpered, probably trying to make him stop, but he only 
spread her legs and rubbed his cock against her ass. 
People walked by and watched them curiously, but they 
couldn't see anything. He was a bit disappointed.

He had to take her hand to lead her to the restaurant. 
Her hard nipples showed clearly through the thin silk of 
her dress and the way she was walking spoke of the ache 
between her legs. He walked closely behind so no one was 
able to see his own need and noted the looks men gave her 
as they walked by. Keeping up a brisk pace, he lifted the 
bottom of her dress again, showing her round, firm ass. A 
whole group of men stopped dead in their tracks. 

"I want to fuck you," he whispered in her ear, forcing 
her to keep walking. She only nodded in answer, keeping 
her head high. He admired her pride. Sforza was packed, 
as usual. It was a huge, open room with dozens of tables 
in the middle and rounded booths against one wall. On the 
parallel wall was the bar and the whole front of the 
restaurant were open glass doors.

They stood in line, crushed in the middle of people 
wanting a drink, a table, or just to talk with their 
friends. He rubbed his cock against her ass again, 
pulling her dress higher. He rubbed her clit as she 
moaned quietly. She was writhing against him, her ass 
cheeks spread to admit his clothed cock. Her shaved pussy 
was dripping. Then, suddenly, she stopped.

"There's someone watching us." She said, her whole body 
going still.

"I don't see anyone," he responded, annoyed. He dug his 
middle and index fingers into her pussy and felt her 
shudder.

"They're going to kick us out," she hissed. "That blonde 
waitress was staring right at us."

Rob looked around, but couldn't see much of anything. 
"You're paranoid," was all he said, trying to resume dry-
fucking her. Then he saw who she was talking about. A 
very blonde, very cute waitress had stopped dead in her 
tracks, a drink tray in her hand, staring at Enolah's 
bared lower body. Rob gave the girl a slow smile when she 
looked up. The waitress didn't blush and didn't move. She 
just returned his look with one of her own.

It was guaranteed to be a long wait, more than two hours. 
He was picturing all the fun he could have with Enolah 
while they stood there. But to his amazement, he saw the 
blonde walk up and speak to the harried host and a booth 
cleared in moments. She came herself to seat them.

"My name is Sara. I'll be your server this evening." She 
looked directly at Enolah as she spoke, but Enolah only 
looked away. She sat them and slid into the booth next to 
Enolah.

"I assume she'd yours?" Sara asked of him. Rob only 
nodded, wondering where this was going. "I saw what you 
were doing."

"We know," Enolah said waspishly. Rob nearly smacked her. 
It looked like she was going to ruin a perfect 
opportunity. But Sara didn't look offended. She only 
smiled, looking directly at Enolah's lap. 

"I want to see more," the waitress stated. Rob relaxed, 
satisfied that his beautiful woman was going to get more 
service than just refills on her Black Russians. He moved 
to push up Enolah's shift and came close to smacking her 
again when she slapped his hand away.

"I haven't agreed to serve any women." She made the last 
word sound like a curse. 

"You will."

"She's nothing but a waitress."

Rob looked at Sara, trying to judge her mood. The 
blonde's face was expressionless and then Rob noticed 
that her own skirt was pulled up and her little white 
panties had been pushed aside. He pushed up Enolah's 
dress, allowing no room for disobedience. Sara shuddered 
once and tentatively reached out to touch Enolah's shaved 
cunt.

"Beautiful," Sara sighed wistfully. Enolah tried to twist 
away from Sara's hand, but Rob held her still. The 
blonde's eyes twinkled as she looked up, her fingers only 
caressing the top of Enolah's vulva.

"Let me get you a bottle of wine. I think it might go 
perfectly with your evening."

Rob grinned and Enolah moaned. The connotation was not 
lost on either of them. "Bring me a double of one-fifty-
one in a flute, flambe if you please." Enolah gasped and 
actually started to struggle.

"You can't do that to me," she snarled. "I hate fire, 
Rob." She may have been furious, but there was no 
mistaking the panic in her eyes. 

"I can't allow you to hurt her," Sara said firmly and Rob 
knew at once what the situation really was. Enolah had an 
amazing effect on women, making them want to protect her. 

"I'm not going to hurt her," he sighed in exasperation. 
Enolah's eyes were wild, finally making contact with 
Sara. The girl caressed Enolah's vulva, smiling gently.

"Let me do it, then." It was a demand, not a request. Rob 
only nodded and Sara left. 

"Rob, please, I'll do whatever you ask. Just don't do 
this to me." Her black eyes were liquid and begging.

A frown creased his brow. He hadn't wanted to frighten 
her into submission, but make her want it in her 
desperate arousal. He'd forgotten her fear of fire by 
half. He leaned over and kissed her gently. "Have I ever 
hurt you?"

She shook her head reluctantly.

"And I won't now. You won't be burned, love. It won't 
even be hot. Just warm. I promise you." He kissed her 
again, but she was stiff. He wanted to call back the 
order, but more of him wanted to go through with it. To 
see the warm champaign flute fiery and pressing against 
her swollen clit was too much temptation to pass up. As 
an overture of trust, he unzipped his pants and took out 
his cock, putting her hand on it. She turned her face 
away and didn't move her hand. She may not be stroking 
it, but at least she wasn't crushing it. He wouldn't have 
put it past her.

Sara arrived at the table with a bottle of chilled white 
wine and a flute of one-fifty-one. She set both on the 
table and looked at Rob's cock with a disapproving frown. 
Enolah removed her hand from it and stared at the rum in 
fear. Sara took out a long grill lighter from her apron 
and scooted back in the booth beside Enolah. Rob pulled 
up her dress past her belly button and tucked it behind 
her back. He and Sara pulled Enolah's thighs apart, 
amidst much coaxing.

"Does she like anal?" Sara asked him while she caressed 
Enolah's left thigh. He nodded and the waitress blew out 
their candle, which was short and tapered. "Perhaps she 
should be pleasured a bit before I do this."

Enolah looked at him pleadingly, though for what he 
didn't know. His only answer was to lift up her ass and 
angle her onto his shoulder. Sara watched avidly, staring 
at Enolah's red-rimmed aperture. "Can I lick her?" She 
asked eagerly, pulling her waitress's skirt up again. Her 
white panties were soaked and he could see her dark pubic 
hair. Like Enolah, she lied through her hair coloring. 

"No." He stated firmly and nodded towards the cooling 
candle. Obviously disappointed, Sara took it out of the 
candle holder and put it in her mouth, getting the wax 
lubricated with her saliva. Rob's cock throbbed, seeing 
this lesbian giving head to it. He glanced around the 
restaurant and saw a few patrons glancing at them, but no 
one was paying avid attention - yet.

Sara took the candle out of her mouth and pushed it 
slowly into Enolah's ass. Enolah let out a loud moan and 
they finally began catching some longer looks, although 
no one could see what was going on. In the meantime, Sara 
fucked Enolah slowly and deeply with the candle. Rob 
watched, guiding his right hand to his cock, while his 
left arm was curled firmly around Enolah's shoulders. She 
was shuddering again and moaning into his neck. 

He allowed this to go on for a few more moments, then 
took Sara's wrist. She pulled away from him immediately 
in a gesture that was nothing short of hostile. He smiled 
apologetically and finally noticed she had bright blue 
eyes. He decided those were probably fake as well. 

"I don't want her to cum," he said softly. Enolah groaned 
and wiggled her luscious ass, the candle sticking halfway 
out of her anus. Sara frowned deeply.

"But she needs it."

"She doesn't need it," Rob returned. He wasn't about to 
argue with her, but he wasn't going to let Enolah have 
any relief, either. "Just push the candle all the way in 
and leave it. She's ready for the rum now."

Sara didn't move. "Let me kiss her, then." Rob wanted to 
argue with that as well, but it was only wasting time.

"Fine," he said shortly. He hoped his friends weren't 
going to be this pushy with him. 

Sara leaned down over Enolah's rounded ass and pushed the 
candle most of the way in. Then she kissed both cheeks 
lovingly and sucked on the end of the candle. 

Finally, she pushed it all the way in with her tongue and 
kissed Enolah's suffering anus. He could hear Enolah's 
little cries of delight and saw that the table directly 
across from them was sneaking frequent looks. Sara was 
still French kissing Enolah's ass when he nearly had to 
shove her away to put a stop to it.

Carefully, he set Enolah back down on the seat. She cried 
out as the candle pushed in further and her thighs spread 
of their own accord.

"Now," he said and Sara lit the flute. 

A bright blue flame appeared low in the glass. All three 
of them watched it, as well as the table across from 
them. Rob was delighted. Sara felt the glass, deciding it 
was warm enough. 

"Hold still," she warned Enolah. His black-haired vixen 
only nodded and then the glass was pressed against her 
sopping-wet pussy. The alcohol and the blue flame were 
just below her clit. Sarah turned the glass slowly on 
Enolah's clit, getting it wet and sticky. Enolah moaned 
and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly. His eyes were 
fixed on the rotating champaign flute. 

Enolah's back arched and she rubbed her pussy on the 
glass. Sara's eyes were glazed, her mouth slightly open. 
She worked the flute against Enolah's pussy, turning it 
in circles and rubbing it up and down. The alcohol was 
burning quickly and the flame was turning yellow. Enolah 
writhed against in, a few tables were watching with rapt 
attention. Then, with abrupt suddenness, Sara blew out 
the flame and put the glass on the table. It was nearly 
opaque with Enolah's dripping pussy. When Rob's mind 
cleared a bit, he could hear voices from the tables 
nearby. They were talking about it.

"She's hot," Sara said, returning his mind to the 
condition of his woman. "I think I let it go too long."

Enolah was sitting back, her thighs spread wide, her 
pussy red and throbbing, obvious even in the dim 
lighting. Her neck was sweaty and her eyes were closed. 
Rob kissed her. Blindly, he reached around on the table 
until he found the glass of water. Sara dutifully took 
out a small sliver of ice and placed it on Enolah's 
burning clit. 

Rob ordered dinner for them both, though he doubted 
Enolah would eat much. Her mind was clearly elsewhere and 
she was slow to answer his questions. Her dress was still 
pulled up and he was enjoying the view, as well as Sara's 
lustful glances. He drank the whole bottle of wine 
himself, looking forward to using it as well. 
Occasionally, Enolah would drink some from his glass, but 
mostly she just sat and smoked her cigarettes. The 
occupants of all the tables near them were murmuring in 
low voices. Rob caught a few words here and there - just 
enough for him to know they were still talking about 
Enolah.

Dinner came and went and Sara was finally weeded with the 
late-night diners. Rob seized the opportunity to use the 
wine bottle, which had been buried neck first in a basin 
if ice. Throughout the whole meal Enolah had been bared 
from the waist up. She winced every time she crossed her 
legs and he had no doubt their dumb waitress had burned 
her. 

"Open your legs, baby."

Stubbornly, she shook her head. He withdrew the bottle 
and showed it to her. "It will help, I promise." She 
stared at the bottle, eyes wide. He smiled, knowing she'd 
wanted something like this for a long time. "Open your 
legs," he repeated. 

He pressed his palm down on her vulva and her thighs 
spread once more. "Good girl." He played with her, 
feeling the heat and moisture emanating from her. He 
glanced around the room once more and then put the cold 
bottle under the table. 

He put the tip of the neck against her pussy and she 
jerked upright. He had to force her down, one hand 
gripping her breast. She began whimpering, but her legs 
opened wider. He pressed the bottle into her, feeling the 
violent trembling running through her. When the whole 
neck was in, he pressed her thighs together for her and 
took out his cock again.

"Stroke it, cock tease," he whispered. Mindlessly, she 
gripped his cock and stroked it firmly. He held the 
bottle again and began fucking her with it. Every time he 
pushed it in she moaned, a sound that was tinged with 
pain. It was a few moments before he realized the candle 
was still in her ass and undoubtedly pressing into 
something tender inside her. He pushed in the bottle 
harder and she stroked him faster, gritting her teeth. 

"I want your mouth on me," he growled in her ear. She 
nodded like a puppet and he shoved the wine bottle into 
her tight pussy as far as he could. She leaned over as 
soon as he took his hand away and dutifully began sucking 
on him. He saw the end of the candle peeking out of her 
ass and leaned over to withdraw it, but then thought 
better of it. 

With the bottle in her pussy, the candle in her ass, and 
his cock in her mouth, she was wonderfully stuffed in all 
holes. He loved it. He fucked her ass with the candle 
almost violently. Her reaction was to suck harder. He 
could feel her hot saliva and his own precum running down 
his cock. Everyone within view was watching, but he was 
oblivious, close to orgasm. She sucked and licked him 
with a passion, eating him alive.

He fucked her ass harder, reaming her with the candle. 
Her moans were loud, even with his cock to stifle it. 
Unable to stop, he came in her mouth, great gobs of it 
going down her throat and some of it leaking out from 
between her lips. He withdrew the candle as his own 
shudders slowed. There was a small suctioning sound and 
he threw it down on the floor. Small sobbing sounds came 
from her mouth. Her face was still in his lap. It was 
then that he noticed Sara standing in front of the table, 
a scowl on her face.

"She didn't come, did she?" Her voice was overly loud.

Rob stroked Enolah's hair as she slowly licked him off. 
"That's really none of your fucking business, now is it?" 

"She should leave you." Sara stated. Her fury was evident 
and rather surprising, considering the hand she'd had in 
Enolah's abuse. 

"We'll take the check now."

Sara's face crumbled and she slid in next to Enolah again 
and pulled her upright. The French twist had come loose 
and her glorious black hair hung all the way down to the 
seat. Then Sara noticed the bottle still buried in 
Enolah's pussy. Without asking permission, she took it 
out. There was another suction sound and Enolah leaned 
back. Tenderly, Sara pulled her dress back down. The silk 
was wrinkled and wet with sweat now.

"Come home with me," their waitress said in a husky 
voice. Enolah's eyes cleared almost instantly. 

"You? But you're a woman." Enolah's voice was a sneer. 
Sara recoiled as if she'd been slapped. 

"Your meal is on the house." Her tone was full of hurt. 
"Just don't come back. I don't ever want to see you two 
again." With as much pride as a waitress could muster, 
she stood and walked away. Enolah's cruel laughter rang 
out in the din.

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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