They stopped for a bite to eat at Hooters, which for a stocking fetish freak like Mariah was pure heaven. Sandra could almost see the wheels turning inside Mariah’s devious brain and started to worry.
Mariah decided that she wanted a few pair of Hooters pantyhose for herself, her daughter, her slut and her young slut-to-be.
Mariah scanned the various waitresses and studied them like the sexual predator she was. They ate in relative silence as Mariah assessed who her participant would be in let’s make a deal.
Deciding to go with a cute brunette, who Mariah noticed had glanced their way a few times and who she confidently assessed was a dyke, or at the very least bi.
Mariah walked over to the pretty brunette, who was even younger than she’d thought from afar (she would later learn you only have to be eighteen in Alberta to work in or go to a bar).
Turning on her charm, checking the name tag on her uniform just above the girl’s voluptuous breasts, she opened with, “Hi, Robyn, my name is Mariah.”
Robyn smiled back, accustomed to being friendly with her customers. “Hi, Mariah.”
“I have to ask,” Mariah said smoothly, “Where do you get your pantyhose?”
“We just buy them from our boss,” she replied.
Mariah continued, “The color really accentuates your legs.”
“Thanks,” she blushed.
“Do you have a break coming up?” Mariah asked, not wasting time.
The waitress was slightly surprised, but answered, “In about fifteen.”
“I’m going to be very blunt with you. My pet over there, the slender brunette, is hungry for dessert,” Mariah offered.
“Oh my,” Robyn gasped, surprised by the unorthodox offer.
“All I want in return is the opportunity to buy a dozen pairs of those sexy pantyhose.” Mariah explained.
Robyn looked over to Sandra, who was watching, and then back to Mariah. “She looks adorable. Submissive you say?”
Mariah nodded.
“I can easily get you the pantyhose.”
“I can easily get you my slut,” Mariah countered. Taking control, she said, “I’ll have her upstairs in the washroom in ten minutes.” Before the cute big-breasted brunette could respond, Mariah returned to her table.
Sandra had watched, knowing the conversation was about her as the pretty brunette had kept glancing over at her with more than casual interest.
When Mariah returned, she sat down beside Sandra this time instead of across the table and returned to her drink in silence. The anticipation was driving Sandra nuts, as the smug silence from her Mistress hinted at something inevitable.
Finally, Mariah still not speaking, she slipped her hand under Sandra’s dress, pulled her panties aside and found the string. While Mariah finished her drink, her eyes were directly on Robyn as she tugged on the string.
Sandra moaned reactively.
Mariah tugged again.
Sandra whimpered and closed her eyes.
Mariah tugged again. “Don’t you dare come, slut,” Mariah warned.
Sandra tried to ignore the pleasure the balls’ movement was giving her.
Mariah asked, “Are you hungry for dessert?”
Sandra, assuming the obvious, she was being offered in some form to the brunette waitress, answered, “F-f-famished.”
Sandra flashed back to her sophomore year:
It wasn’t until Spring Break of our sophomore year that Mariah made me service another girl. We were in Florida for Spring Break and at a bar where Mariah had already made me compete in a wet t-shirt contest. I was quite drunk when Mariah surprised me yet again.
“Which girl here do you want to lick?” Mariah asked.
“P-p-pardon?” I stammered.
“Choose a girl,” Mariah repeated. “Any girl.”
“I pick you,” I played safe.
“Aaaah, how cute,” Mariah purred. “But tonight I’m offering your expertise to another girl… one of your choosing.”
“But…” I protested, sobering up quickly.
“Shhhhhhh, pick a girl,” Mariah instructed.
“Do I have to?” I asked like the shy schoolgirl I was.
“Yes you do,” Mariah answered. “Choose, now.”
I scanned the room, wondering who I could choose who would reject me. Seeing a chubby blonde, with glasses and with a guy, who seemed unlikely to take my Mistress up on the ridiculous offer. I sighed and pointed, “The chubby blonde.”
“The nerdy chick?” Mariah asked, confirming.
“Sure,” I agreed, confident in my choice.
Mariah stood up and left me alone. I watched as my Mistress joined the couple and chatted for a couple of minutes. At one point all three of them looked at me, which made me quickly look away.
Mariah returned a couple of minutes later and revealed, “Would you believe they’re siblings?”
“Really?” I asked, a bit deflated as I glanced over to the table and saw the girl was gone.
“Really, really,” Mariah smiled before adding, “Go to the washroom right now. She’ll be waiting for you in a stall.”
“She’s gay?”
“Nope, but I told her that you’re the best cunt-licker there is and that she wouldn’t have to return the favor,” Mariah explained, adding, “after that she was game. Her brother would like to fuck you, if you’re interested.”
“God, no.”
“So just pussy and no cock?”
“Is there a third option?”
“Go now, slut,” Mariah ordered me.
I gave her one last plea with my eyes before standing up and nervously going to the bathroom where I would bring the unnamed stranger to two orgasms in the girls’ washroom.
Now some twenty years later, Sandra felt a crazy sense of deja vu as Mariah instructed, “Go to the washroom upstairs and wait for her.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sandra replied, at this point in her sexual journey not nervous at all about what she was expected to do. She couldn’t even begin to count how many pussies she’d pleasured in random bathrooms during her college years.
As she climbed the stairs, she recalled how she became addicted to eating strangers’ pussies during her junior year of college. She was like an alcoholic as she became reliant on it and craved it.
Reaching the bathroom she feared failure, but entered the washroom, eager to taste the pretty brunette.
A few minutes later, after three customers had come and gone, the brunette server entered and said, “Don’t worry about getting caught, I put an out of order sign on the door.”
The brunette entered the stall and asked, “Are you really her slave? Willingly?”
“Yes, Miss,” Sandra answered, even though she was twice the server’s age.
“That’s fucking crazy,” the brunette responded. After a pause, she asked, “So you want to eat my cunt?”