As my date and I walked into the Japanese restaurant, we were greeted with warm smiles from the staff. The delicate aroma of sushi filled the air, and the soft glow of paper lanterns created a cozy ambiance. I had dressed up a little for this occasion, wearing my favorite suit that accentuated my figure just right. My girlfriend, on the other hand, looked stunning in her little black dress, her legs hidden beneath the table as she perused the menu.
We were escorted to our private booth in the back, where we could enjoy some privacy and talk without having to shout over the noise of the other diners. The booth was large and comfortable, complete with soft cushions and a low table for our legs. The maître d' presented us with an appetizer of sashimi before taking our orders for the main course.
As I sipped on my sake, I couldn't help but notice a discreet figure in the corner of my eye. Looking over, I saw my toilet slave, his eyes cast down towards the floor as he waited patiently. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he wore a simple black outfit that accentuated his muscular build. I nodded at him slightly, signaling that he should wait until later.
Our meals arrived soon after, and we dug in eagerly. The sushi was fresh and delicious, and we indulged ourselves in several different varieties. The conversation flowed easily, and we shared stories about our past experiences. As we finished our dessert, I glanced at my watch - it was almost time.
Standing up, I walked over to my toilet slave. "Are you ready?" I whispered in his ear, my breath tickling his neck. He nodded eagerly, his eyes darkening with anticipation.
"Go ahead then," I said, gesturing towards the corner where a small door led to the bathroom. As he disappeared behind it, I turned back to my date, my heart pounding with excitement. "Would you mind if we step out for a moment?" I asked her, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.
She looked at me curiously but nodded her agreement. Grabbing her hand, we made our way to the bathroom where my toilet slave was waiting. He bowed respectfully before us, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. As I reached down to touch him, I felt my girlfriend's warm breath on my neck.
"Mmm, you two are very passionate," she purred, her fingers tracing patterns on my back. She knelt down beside us, her lips brushing against my ear. "I hope you will save some for me when we get back to the table."
With that, she positioned herself between my toilet slave and I, lowering herself onto their eager cocks at the same time. My slave's hands gripped her hips possessively as he began to thrust up into her tight pussy. The sight of them fucking my girlfriend was almost too much for me to bear; I wanted them both so badly.
Leaning down, I teased one of her nipples through her dress, causing her to moan loudly. I looked over at them, watching as my cock slid in and out of her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Her eyes met mine, and she grinned wickedly before leaning back into my slave's grasp.
As we lost ourselves in this intense passion, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was. Here I was, in a Japanese restaurant with my beautiful girlfriend and my loyal toilet slave, all of usconnected by our darkest desires. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.
