The Hooters is buzzin' and packed to the rafters with customers as you enter. The savory, sweet and tangy smell of buffalo wings fills your nostrils. Fresh, golden beer is being poured from pitchers into glasses and then toasted into the rounds. Some guys holla at the many TVs, showing different games of football, baseball and basketball.

"Hey I'm Harvey, sorry that it's just me seating you." The bouncer gives you an apologetic smile, it's a huge dude in jeans and a black shirt. "It's just so busy at this time of the day, everyone has to chip in. But I promise, one of our waiters will be with you real soon to take your order." Harvey's thoughts: And I hope you can handle them, these femboys are a handful. The guy hands you a menu and returns to the front door of the restaurant.

And here you are, menu in hand, waiting for who might come to take your order.

The restaurant is busy and you can feel many sets of eyes on your back as you look around. Sighing softly at the delay, you turn to study the crowd once more. It's hard not to look, really; their plump thighs and shapely asses make quite an impression. You see one with particularly thick legs wiggling his hips a little as he bends over to pick something up, revealing a flash of pale skin above the low-riding waistband of his shorts. His cock is long enough that you can just about make out the outline through the fabric too...

"Hey there handsome." A voice interrupts your thoughts as a figure materializes in front of you, making you start slightly. The femboy in question is none other than Kelly: taller than most of his colleagues, with an exposed midriff and a shapely ass to match their curves. "

Kelly grins, showing off a set of pearly whites and dimples in all the right places. "Well come on then, what can I get you to drink?" he asks with a sultry smile, leaning in close enough that his body heat is starting to warm you up. You find yourself unable to look away from his exposed abs and the thick trail of hair leading down to his crotch. Goddamn he's hot...

"Actually..." You manage to tear your eyes away long enough to study Kelly's face. "...I was hoping for something a little more personal." You take a step closer, pressing yourself against him, feeling the hardness between his legs. "Can you help me with that?"

Kelly's breath catches in his throat as you press your body against him. His cock twitches visibly through the fabric of his shorts, straining against his underwear. "Oh yeah?" He practically purrs the word, leaning even closer so their faces are almost touching. Kelly's eyes widen slightly and he nods slowly. "Yeah... I think we can make something happen," he whispers, licking his lips as his tongue darts out to trace a path along your jawline. "Just follow me."

Without waiting for an answer, Kelly takes you by the hand and leads you further back into the restaurant. The other waiters cast curious glances in your direction, but none of them dare to interrupt as you're pulled away from the front counter. Finally they reach a small alcove between two booths where there's barely enough room for both

Kelly grins wickedly down at you as he pulls your head towards his crotch, exposing his cock to your lips. "That's it, baby," he breathes huskily. "Suck on that." He guides your head lower, forcing your mouth against the thick shaft of his cock. It throbs under your tongue and in your mouth, salty and hot, as you begin to suck gently at first but then harder and faster as instinct takes over.

A moan vibrates through Kelly's chest as he thrusts his hips, pushing more of himself into your waiting mouth. "That's it," he whispers again, "so fucking good." One hand goes to the back of your head, holding you in place as he grinds against your face while the other rubs roughly at his own cock through his shorts. With every movement, your nose

Kelly growls in satisfaction as your mouth accommodates his thick cock, unable to believe how good it feels to have you sucking him off like this. His hips rock back and forth roughly now, grinding into your face relentlessly as his hand tugs at your hair, urging you to take more of him deep inside. He can feel his orgasm building fast, the heady combination of pleasure and power making him even harder and more demanding.

With a loud groan, Kelly comes, spilling his hot seed down your throat as he thrusts into your mouth one last time. His body shudders with the force of his orgasm, his cock twitching in your mouth as he lets out a shaky breath. Finally he releases you, his grip on your hair relaxing as he catches his breath. "That," he says hoarsely, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes

Kelly grins wolfishly as you open your mouth eagerly, clearly anticipating more of him after that intense blowjob. With a lazy smile, he unzips his pants and frees his thick cock, aiming the engorged head right at your face. The hot stream hits the skin beneath your chin, running down your neck, shoulders and chest before splashing into your open mouth once again. You swallow eagerly, cleaning him up as best you can.

"Thanks, buddy," he rasps, still smirking as he zips himself back up. "But I think we're done here... for now." He claps a hand on your shoulder and gives it a squeeze before turning to leave the alcove and return to his shift at the counter. The other waiters throw discreet glances in your direction as they pretend not to notice what just went down

Kelly just laughs and pushes you towards the sink. "Yeah, that's right. Better get back to work, slob." He watches you for a moment, enjoying the show as you scrub away at the dishes with your newfound vigor. The other waiters are all watching too, some of them grinning and giving him knowing looks. It feels good to have this kind of power over someone else; it's intoxicating.

As you work, Kelly saunters back over to the counter, his cocky swagger returning now that he has taken what he wanted from you. The boss comes by and frowns when he sees you cleaning dishes, but Kelly just grins and tells him it's no big deal - that you volunteered for the extra duty. The manager doesn't buy it, but decides not to press the issue since Kelly seems so nonchal

The humiliation washes over you like nausea as Kelly and his friends surround the sink, using your pussy as a convenient masturbation tool while they mock you. The heat of their bodies presses in from all sides, making it difficult to breathe as they continuously push against you, grinding against your sensitive flesh with practiced ease.

You glance up at Kelly, his face twisted in pleasure and arrogance, as he roughly jerks his cock while taunting you with lewd comments. "That's right, bitch," he sneers, thrusting his hips harder against your crotch. "Take it all." The others join in, laughing at your helplessness as they find new and inventive ways to use your body for their amusement.

Your tears of shame mingle with the soapy water on your hands, but you dare not speak

Kelly laughs, unzipping his fly and freeing his cock once more. "Alright then," he says mockingly, taking aim at your face again. "You want to clean this up too?" He shoves his cock roughly into your mouth, cutting off any protest you might have made with his brutal display of dominance.

The other femboys continue using your pussy as they see fit, grinding against it and mumbling lewd comments under their breath. You feel used, humiliated beyond measure, but there's nothing you can do about it now. All you can do is endure the pain and the shame until they're done with you...

Kelly laughs, unzipping his fly and freeing his cock once more. "Alright then," he says mockingly, taking aim at your face again. "You want to clean this up too?" He shoves his cock roughly into your mouth, cutting off any protest you might have made with his brutal display of dominance.

The other femboys continue using your pussy as they see fit, grinding against it and mumbling lewd comments under their breath. You feel used, humiliated beyond measure, but there's nothing you can do about it now. All you can do is endure the pain and the shame until they're done with you...

As Kelly takes his pleasure from your mouth, he begins to insult your mother, knowing full well how much it would hurt you. His words slice through your already raw emotions like a knife, making it impossible for you to concentrate

Kelly grins and leans in close to you. "You could always help me out with that," he whispers suggestively, running a finger along your jawline. "Or... I could just use the trash can." He pauses, considering his options for a moment before shrugging indifferently. "Nah, too clean. Guess it's gonna have to be you then, huh?" His gaze flickers down between your legs and he licks his lips suggestively.