Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2000 16:37:21 -0700
From: scedmark <scedmark@email.msn.com>
Subject: Under The Table- Frank's story

    It was early on a busy friday noon when I was requested by THE BOSS, (
the head of the Vincelli Family ) to meet him at his favorite restaurant
for lunch to talk about business.
    I'd been working for the big guy for nearly three months now, and in
that time had been able to move up to become his right hand man pretty
quickly. A feat not wasted on the other employees on the payroll who'd been
there even longer. But in our profession, you could be king of the hill one
minute and pushing up daises the next.
    When I got there at about quarter to one, THE BOSS was in his usual
booth, downing what was i'm sure his second helping of his spaghetti
lunch. After a respectfull greeting, I sled into the booth just to the left
of him, and waited for whatever orders he would give to me to carry out
that day.
    But after a few moments I noticed THE BOSS seemed to be acting a little
strange while he ate his lunch.
    Barely looking up from his plate, breathing hard, and pausing for short
moments when he did. I asked him several times if he was alright, but he'd
just grunt to himself, drop his head into his plate, and continue stuffing
spaghetti into his mouth. It wasn't until a full fifteen minutes later did
I understand why.
    THE BOSS with spaghetti sauce dripping from his chin, sort of looked
bug eyed for a minute as he stopped eating, stopped breathing, and
announced in a low heavy moan that he was cumming!
    I just sat there and watched as THE BOSS clinched his fist around the
corners of the floor length clothed table, causing the entire table to
shake and vibrate as it rested against his pod belly, while he dumpped his
load of cum down some unlucky bitch's throat. It made my dick hard just
thinking about it.
    I tried not to watch as his eyes sank back into their sockets, and his
breathing returned in a heavy wisp. He had let go with a load sigh of
relief, then wiped his forehead on the back of his sleeve. Then he suddenly
turned to me, and with a spaghetti stained grin, and asked me if i wanted a
blowjob as well!
    "Hell yeah!" I said before actually realizing who it was I was talkng
to. Right then I saw THE BOSS kind of jesture to whoever it was under the
table to " Do him next", then felt a pair of expert hands slowly inch their
way up my highly anticapated pant legs. By the time they reached my crotch,
my already hard cock, ( from watching THE BOSS get his rocks off ) was
thick throbbing and leaking ball juice.
    Before long, the trick had unfastened and unzipped me in record
time. My hardon must of damn near smacked her in the forehead the moment it
sprung excited and twitching from its hiding place between my legs. It
didn't take long before I hot wet slithering slick tongue worked its way
from midway my throbbing babymaker, to the sensitive bullet shaped head
which leaked a steady supply of nector along her tastebuds, and between her
soft sensual lips.
    From the instant I felt her mouth envelope me, and the silky soft
interior of her velvety throat caress and swallow the entire length of my
7" slab of italian muscle in one gulp, I knew I was in love! Deep
meaningful slap your momma kill your daddy love. I simply had to find out
who this talented woman was who was under the table slurping and sucking on
my dick as if it were her last meal.
    Sweat began to break out on my face. The veins began to protrude my
forehead. My breathing became harsh as I got short of breath. She was
definately getting the better of me, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out
long.
    Damn she was making my dick feel good. How could she know how to suck a
cock so precisely? know all the correct pressure points? She must have been
sucking cock for years. Maybe she was a pro, one of Vincelli's working
girls. I must admit, I've had a few from time to time. Part of the perks of
the business.
    My dick throbbed everytime she sled her mouth up to the head. She was
sucking me at such a fast furious pace, that my cock was beating quicker
than my heart.
    I longed to grab her by her hair and face fuck her, force feeding her
my copious cum down her throat til it backed right out of her ears.
     She was really getting into it now. Under the table sucking cock
must've been her favorite past time. She was snorting and grunting loader
than ever. Her moans were a low deep rooting vibration on to my cock.  She
hummed sucked and slurped, bobbing her head in my lap so fast, that the
back of her head banged against the bottom of the table repeatedly. I
thought for sure the bitch would knock herself out before we were even
finished.
    By now her slick saliva was coating my cock and balls, and her throat
was so slicked with it that she was now able to punch my dick down the back
of her throat with every intake. Each time her lips would smack against my
hairy balls, she'd make a raspy throaty moan, just to let me know she liked
what she was doing. It was like fucking pussy, hot deep wet and tight.
    I knew that with a mouth this good, she had to have the most sweetest
tastiest juiciest pussy in the room. I just wanted to pull her up from
under the table and dive my face in her warm moist snatch. I wanted to
spread her thighs so wide, and lap at her quivering cunt til I sucked her
pussy of all its salty goodness. But right now she had the advantage.
    Crouched down under the table out of sight like she was, she could suck
my cock as long as she wanted. Suck me dry of all my precious cream, or
not. And there was nothing I could do about it, but sit there and hope she
takes me over the edge before we're found out. In this war of cock verses
mouth, she would definately be the victor, but then again, once I'd blown
my load in her mouth, we'd both be winners.
    The table began to shake violently when I grabbed to corners of it in
an effort to steady myself from the oncoming explosion which seemed
enevidable.
    Without removing my hands, I sled my hips from side to side, squirming
to escape the hot mouth which followed wherever I went. Determined to hold
on to my load a little longer. Wanting to prolong the good feelings this
mystery woman was giving my entire growing. Her wet sucking sounds now
sounded more desperate as she became intent on eating me alive. This was a
girl who knew what she wanted, and how to get it.
    Finally, I couldn't take anymore.
    When the moment hit, everything in the went black. I couldn't hear
nothing, couldn't see nothing. All I could do was sit there with my head
against the wall, my mouth looped open and whimper like a newborn.
    Just when she sensed my cumming, she took my rock hard cock deeper
still into the back of her throat and held me there. Then she took my
saliva coated balls into her hand and began slightly twisting them. This
caused my achingly hard cock to jump within the hot confides of her
throat. The muscles in her throat massaging the entire length of my prick,
sending rippling motions up and down my cock belly so intense, that I lost
my load right then and there.
    The first shot caught her a little off guard, bulleting out and
spattering the roof of her throat like hot clingy pancake mix, causing her
to jump slightly. But like the trooper she is, she took the rest of my
considerable load like a fish to water. Swallowing and gulping my honey
sweet cream as if it were cure all.
    Her senuious lips tightened hard around the base of my raging
lance. One hand continued to claw at the opening of my pants, which was at
a bunch around my thighs, stretching the fabric wide to allow her plenty of
room to grind her face on my sweaty pubs, while the other hand tightly
squeezed and massaged my coated ballsack, gentally, rhythmically coaxing
out a steady flow of cum which passed through the cum tube like hot lava up
a volcano
    She didn't miss a drop either. She kept my still throbbing, still
pumping dick deep in her mouth. I gasped and choked back a sigh while
grinding my hips around in the seat, trying to hump the last of my dick
juice down her throat. She drank it greedily. Breathing in heavily through
her nostrils while she continued to hold prisoner my prick lodged down her
throat.
    It must've been a full five minutes of churning my cock around in her
throat before she let my fast turning rubbery prick slurp free from the hot
wet space it so recently come to love. Even then she'd kept sucking the big
spongy head between her lips, just to be certain she got all the delicious
filling I had to give.
    My body collapsed in my seat. My arms unable to hold on anymore, fell
to either side of me. I'd felt like I'd just dropped a thousand pound
weight off my shoulders. I must've been a sight. Sitting there with beads
of sweat across my forehead and along my upper lip. Other reataurant goers
kept turning around whispering in my direction, but i didn't care. Who
gives a fuck what they thought after the mind numbing experience I'd just
had?
    When my eyes finally began to focus, I'd noticed THE BOSS had finished
his spaghetti lunch. He calmly pushed the plate away, pulled the clothed
napkin from his collar, and wiped his chin. He then took a toothpick from
the top pocket of his shirt, slightly cleared his throat, and announced in
a low mannered tone, not directed towards me, that he was finished with his
lunch. Well, not noticing any waiters in the immediate area, I assumed he
was talking to me, but before I could think up a reply, I heard movement
from under the table.
    My eyes widened with sudden fear. My heart leaped to my throat. My
world was turned upside down, when to my horror and surprise, one of the
reataurant's male waiters came up from under the table with a spoon in
hand.
    Quickly clearing the table its dirty dishes and apolojizing to THE BOSS
for dropping his spoon on the floor, the waiter gave me a quick glance and
a shy smile when I noticed out the corner of his mouth was a small droplet
of my un-eaten cum clinging to his face.
    I didn't say anything to the waiter as he licked his lips, savoring the
droplet he's just discovered while speeding off towards the kitchen.
    THE BOSS of course didn't see any of the exchange as he now had his
face buried in his paper shouting out orders he'd planned for me and the
boys to take care of before night fall. Suddenly I noticed the waiter
scurrying to his other tables to catch up, the restaurant's manager in the
background keeping an eye on him when to my surprise again, my dick started
to harden. Stretching and lengthening between my open legs. Still hot,
still wet from the top notch blow job it just recently recieved.
    I looked over at THE BOSS and found myself wondering........did he
order dessert.