This story takes place in a world without STD etc. Copyright Jag
2003
The very first Jag's restaurant was opened only 8 years ago, a small quite affair open to selected guests only. Since then we've gone from strength to strength, boasting quite a few big name stars as diners - not that they all want everyone to know they come here of course!
The principle is simple, we offer everything a man needs; food, drink and limitless sex. All else aside, I pride myself on the quality of the food served here, I employ only the best chefs. But I accept that's not why people come. They come for the extra service as they dine. . .
Jag's was an idea of mine many many moons ago when I waitering at a large posh old establishment in London, Uk. Now, you might think these stuff old-boys network restaurants were hell on earth to work in, filled with 80 somethings who complained about everything from cold soup to too hot coffee, but that's not the case. There were a lot of rich kids, no need to work (no desire to work. . . ) plenty of money and time and spoilt like you wouldn't believe. Well, although 90% of them were arrogant fuckers, the other 10 made in worthwhile.
The first time I walked in and disturbed them in the toilets, I got such a shock I almost pissed my pants right there. Believe me, I was pretty desperate, working as a waiter in a busy place doesn't leave much room for toilet breaks. I'd ran through the doors and virtually collided with the son of an Earl down on his knees blowing the Viscount's brother. They weren't even hidden in a cubical, and didn't seem too shocked I had seen them. Both we fully clothed, except the brother who's cock was pointing out his flies. Totally shaken, half of me wanted to dash out again but it was simply too urgent I take a piss. I stepped round them and hid a cubicle, locking the door behind me. The only thing louder than the thumping of my heartbeat was the groaning and lip smacking sounds coming from just outside the door. It had never happened to me before, but I was having real trouble urinating, I was breathing so fast my chest was almost rocking me up and down, and I just couldn't bring myself to piss hearing the increasing excitement coming from outside. To my utter amazement, I was getting hard. . .
I'd never seen a blowjob for real, I'd led a rather sheltered upper middle class life, not posh enough to go to boarding school, but refined enough to serve those that had. I was 18 years old but still a virgin. I'd seen my fair share of porn, soft and hard, but never actually a real life blowjob, and never between two men. Another man's cock was new to me too! I hadn't seen much, most of it had been sucked into the Earl's son's mouth, but I knew it had been long and thick, like the pornstar's I had seen. Of course, when you haven't seen many dicks but in porn, you think they're all huge but I knew enough biology to know this was an impressive one. By now, mine had grown to it's full size in my hands. I was still trying to point it down to the pan, but it wanted to spring up to attention, and it was begging to be masturbated. . .
I started pulling slowly as the cries of the Viscount's brother became louder and more intense. I knew he couldn't be far from cumming and I sped up my hand action as he got closer and closer. . . I was wanking furiously when I heard him groan with release. . .murmuring "oh yes. . .suck it all. . . yes. . .". I shot my load straight into the toilet bowl, jet after jet.
I was rather shocked at myself! I quickly regained my composure, I was desperate for a piss now but I had to wait for my cock to settle before I could, and then it was, well, difficult as I'm sure you know. Cleaning up with the scratchy toilet paper, I tidied myself up a bit, and tried to concentrate on getting back to work. As I left the cubicle I saw the younger man checking himself in the mirror. He showed no signs of acknowledging me, lightly toyed with hair, washing out a fleck of cum that had escaped his attention earlier, and left.
I had to get back to work, I was only allowed a two minute toilet break and I'd already gone well over that but I was in a daze for the rest of my shift. Everytime I served someone I couldn't help wondering if they were involved in any of this? Had it been going on all the time I'd worked there and never noticed? More worrying to me was just how easily I'd cum. I'd wanked plenty of times, but often it had been a bit of work, depending on the quality of the porn of course. I'd had a old Amiga computer when I was younger, and a disk called "Stag" which had various animations of sex on it. I laugh looking back now, it was so simple compared to the stuff we can download in 2 seconds on a broadband connexion, but it was all the moving porn I had at the time. There were eight scenes; a couple of blowjobs, some vaginal sex, some anal sex and a wonderful story about a female knight and a dragon. I've got an amiga emulator now, if anyone has this disk I'd really like a copy! Anyway, it was my main source of fantasy. Quickly I got bored with just watching it, the anims were short and black and white. I started pretending I was involved more, on either side. . . I would pretend it was random - but it never was . . . my "selection" process that was. I would select how many scenes I would act out, and who I would be. This would be done by tossing a coin - but then, of course, some coin tosses don't count. Needless to say, I ended up being the woman most of time, naked on my knees in my bedroom in front of the computer screen sucking on a convenient object or shoving it up my ass (without lubricant in those days. . . ). I always came quicker when I pretended I was the woman.
But - I'd always though like that - I never imagined sucking a cock as a man! Seeing it done and thinking like that had driven me wild! Sex had always seemed a little disappointing. I knew that I could fuck and get pleasure but in naive way I though the most fun part - giving pleasure to a cock - would be denied because I would never be a woman. But, I didn't have to be a woman! I could suck cocks now! My mind raced on this point, and more than once I messed up an order or drink. I struggled through to the end of the shift and immediately cornered another waiter. . .
"Joe" I started, trying to think how I would word this, "you won't believe what I saw earlier. . .". There must have been something in my face that let him know this would be good.
"Yeah. . . " Joe smiled, "go on."
"I saw Phillip, Earl Simon's son. . . right. . . giving a . . .s. . . blowing . . Geoffrey's brother. In the toilets, right in full view!"
"Wow!" Joe replied "Geoffrey would be well pissed off! Phillip's his slut!"
What???
Joe then went on to discuss it with all the other waiters, just as we were gathering together before we left for home. They all knew this went on! Apparently I had just missed it all this time. It turned out that the Viscount, Geoffrey was the Earl's son's "master", he was in the restaurant that night, sucking off his brother must have been a dare - which was why it was so public. And it wasn't just the clients with each other, all of the other waiters were involved. All the time I'd been there, I'd never understood when I'd been asked what the chef's "extra specials" were. . . but it was obvious now. I'd heard the other waiters saying they weren't sure but they'd be ready in 5 or 10 or whatever minutes - which was when they went to the loos again . . . I stood agape as they discussed who they'd had cum on their faces, in their asses, over their uniforms. I left that night with a whole new perspective on the job.
I thought long and hard about quitting. But I didn't. In fact, I was almost eager. What would I do if I was asked about the specials? I had been before, plenty of times, and now I knew why I got such evil looks and lousy tips when I said there weren't any. Would I do it? I'd never, ever, done anything like it before. I didn't have long to wait. . .
The next day, on the lunch shift, we had a rather famous author in with his wife. As I was running through the normal dishes he asked me about the extra specials. Taking a deep breath, I made an instant decision. Yes, but I'd have to check what they were, I'd be back in 10 minutes. I tried to walk back into the kitchen as calmly as possible. . . then counted the minutes out, one by one, until heading into the toilets. He was there waiting for me.
"Hi, you took your time" he smiled. "You've never accepted my offer before, I was beginning to think you weren't right for this job."
I just shrugged nervously. "It's the first offer I've accepted" I replied.
"Really" - sly grin - "ever?"
I nodded. "Great, virgin mouth. . . "
He took me into one of the cubicles and locked the door. It had never really occurred to me before just how much larger they were than normal cubicles, but now I knew why. He sat down on the seat and began to undo his fly, I just stood staring, really uncertain what to do, strange though that seems now!
"I'll start you easy, " he said, pulling his cock out "just a blowjob."
Just a blowjob was a lot to someone with no experience like myself. I tried to remember all the films I'd seen. I knelt down in front of him, my head about level with his crotch. He was short, but thick, and fortunately for me, very clean. Slowly, I reached out my right hand and circled my fingers around his quickly hardening shaft. Placing my left hand on his thigh, I began to wank him, keeping my grip firm but not squeezing too hard - I just had to think what would be good for me and do it to him. As I pulled faster and faster he let his head fall backwards, moaning softly, I knew it was time to take it properly. "Look out mouth" I said to myself "here comes your first dick. . ."
I opened my lips as far as they would go and moved my head until they were around his helmet. Gradually, I closed them. . . they shut around the top of the shaft, my tongue tasting the pre-cum that had dribbled off. Leaning forward, I took him deeper and deeper, sucking as I went. I felt him touch the back of my throat and fought the urge to gag. I drew back again, squeezing my lips tight against him, flicking my tongue as much as I could in so tight a space. Up until now, I hadn't been enjoying myself really, and certainly not turned on - I was too nervous and afraid. But, as I sucked more and more, back and forth, stroking his shaft and balls, I could hear how I was driving him wild. The taste took some getting used to, but as my own cock hardened it became better and better. I worked quicker and quicker, sucking stronger and stronger. Anyone else in the toilet would have heard the moans and groans now but I didn't care, I was giving pleasure and that was giving it back to me. . .
I felt hands on the side of my head, holding tight but not forcing. Fingers spread, squeezing more and more. . . until, with a shout - he came. The hot cum filled my mouth almost immediately, and I had to move not to choke. The cum drilled out my mouth, down my chin, thick and white. I wiped it straight back into my mouth, licking my fingers clean. I couldn't believe what I'd just done! I cleaned the rest of it from the slowly softening cock in front of me, enjoying the moans of delight.
That was my first experience, but it was far from my last, with him or any number of other customers. My author friend only ever took blowjobs. His wife refused to suck, ever, let alone allow him to cum in her mouth. She was a babe, and he assured me he was really straight, but he needed oral action. One of my favourite stories, perhaps I'll write it in more detail later, involved a trick on his wife. I was asked to spit in her sauce, and I mean spit as opposed to swallow, if you know what I mean!
So, I started getting some good sex, and some good tips. And it occurred to me that most of the customers, even the arsey arrogant ones, were coming for one thing. The manager didn't know, the owner didn't know, but we knew. I was young, brave and inventive. One idea was obvious. . . and Jag's was born. It took a while to convince people to come to my restaurant, but I like to think I was very clever about that. I left, taking only one other waiter and a chef with me. We'd taken a big loan, knowing that it would take a while to get off the ground, but I'd let all the customers who I served know where and when I was going, and most came to Jags quickly. I had always planned to get the rest of the staff too, but here's where my plan worked. They left one by one even though they would have all happily left straight away. The customers gradually realized the old staff were leaving and the new ones just didn't play ball. So they asked. . . where has everyone gone? And the guys were quick to say. . . So I built up my client base from the old restaurant bit by bit.
Of course, some didn't like the new style. There's something seedy about talking about "Specials" and sliding to the loos. At Jag's, you can be sucked as you eat, right at your table. As long as you don't break the china, you can bend some one over the table and take them there and then. Environmental Health don't care because their area chief was one of my first customers!
So that's how this whole restaurant started, and I recruit new staff and customers everyday, it's going from strength to strength - long live Jag's!
If you liked this story, let Me know. Jag, 2003.