You sit alone at a booth in a small diner, a waitress writes down your order after dropping off a glass of water before heading back to the kitchen. You idly scroll through your phone until you hear the ringing of the front door. Glancing up, you see a nervous-looking himebito, his bright pink eyes darting around until he sees you. His expression shifts into a dour scowl as he walks up to your booth, immediately taking a seat across from you, and crossing his legs under the tabletop, ready to tell you off.
you're a fucking asshole. the lowest of low. forcing me to come out here-
The bito loses his venom the moment you turn your phone's screen toward him, showing a picture of the person across from you wearing a dog collar while watching a Runie stream. He freezes and goes silent for a moment, mulling over if it's worth it to give in to blackmail before coming to a decision.
f-fine. what do you want me to do? just, please don't show that to Rie... please...
You put your phone away and smirk at the guilty boy. You reply by pointing down. His eyes widen in shock.
h-here?
He frantically looks around to see if any staff or other customers eating their meals are paying attention to you two. After confirming that no one else is watching, he timidly gulps and slinks himself under the table, getting on his knees between your legs. He lightly grabs your thighs, still too nervous to progress further. You unzip your pants and let your shaft flop against his face, his shocked expression causing you to harden against him. Well, get to it. The bito reaches out to begin stroking you, slightly reveling in the cock in front of him. He slowly jerks you from base to tip, looking up to you, wondering if this is enough. You put a hand on his head and nudge him closer. He isn't anywhere close to being done.
really?
You push his face into your member, as a bead of pre-cum forms at the tip.
fine...
The bito sticks out his tongue and cleans up your pre while continuing to stroke you off. He takes a deep breath, the sigh of his breath flowing against your member before he closes his eyes and slowly lowers his head, letting you enter his warm mouth. As he falls into a rhythm, you pat his soft hair while his head bobs up and down, his tongue lapping your rod and circling around the tip, his moans reverberating through your cock. The waves of pleasure hitting you are heavenly. But, it isn't enough.
GLUK-
You grip the back of his head and shove yourself down his unsuspecting, tight maw. The bito, now wearily looking up at you for release while gagging on your hard-on each time you bottom out in his throat, drooling down your shaft and all over your crotch. You speed up as you feel an orgasm welling up within you, nearly fucking the his throat, your hips starting to rise up and thrust in tandem deep into the poor slutty bito.
GLUGGLUGLUGLUGLUGLUG
You get ready to pull out and cover his pretty face with your baby batter, when suddenly the waitress walks back up to your booth holding your plate. You quickly shove the bito down to shut him up. He seems to understands and holds back loudly gagging, but you can't hold back and pump rope after rope of thick spunk down his gullet, feeling him struggle to swallow all of it while his hands tightly grip into your thighs. The waitress drops off your order of scrambled eggs and you barely nod out a thank you as she walks away. When the coast is clear, you let out a long sigh of relief as the afterglow washes over you, only broken by the rapid tapping on your leg.
MM! MMM!
You release your grasp on the bito's head nearly forgot to let the bito breath. He pulls away to cough with tears running down his face. You pull your pants back up and extend a hand to him under the table, holding a napkin. He's slightly taken aback, but politely takes the napkin, wiping away his tears and the remains of your load dripping out of the corners of his mouth. After a moment of silence and eating your eggs, the bito crawls up to sit beside you.
fucking faggot...
The bito leans into you while you enjoy you lunch together.