Evan

The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission, bisexuality and some homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to another story. All characters are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. Thanks to John, Jake and Andrew for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Suggestions for kinks, characters or plot are often worked into future chapters. Leave your suggestions in the comments. Thanks for reading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are very much appreciated.

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When we got into the restaurant, the hostess said that there was a thirty to forty minute wait for a table. But one of the waiters recognized Terri from school and got us into a booth in his station right away. It was back in a corner away from the windows. The view was lousy, but it was quiet and cozy. Our waiter's name was Evan. He was short, stocky and muscular. Built like a wrestler, and from his slightly cauliflower ears, he probably was a wrestler. He was very friendly, and seemed to subtly appreciate Terri's cleavage. I caught him looking, but not staring. He said he'd give us a few minutes with the menu and left.

I said, "I think you have an admirer, Terri!"

She answered, "Who? Evan? No. We're just friends. He's in my English and History classes."

"Yeah. But, he got us into his station right away, so we wouldn't have to wait. And he keeps checking you out. I think he likes you."

"Hardly," Terri replied, "Evan's gay." Terri flipped her bright blue, Smurf-colored hair behind her left ear. She couldn't do that on her right side, because her head was shaved on that side. It was very radical looking, and sexy as hell.

I said, "He doesn't look gay to me."

Terri laughed and said, "And what does 'Gay' look like?"

I wondered if Terri had overheard me say that before. I just responded, "Touché." Then I asked the simple question I should have asked before, "How do you know he's gay?"

"Because he was dating some boy from out of town. Word got out. It was a big stink at school. He quit the wrestling team, or got kicked off the team. I'm not sure. I heard it was because none of the other team would spar with him anymore. And there was some sort of fight in the showers."

We ordered our food. And when Evan brought our Spinach Dip appetizer he said, "So, Terri. I heard that you and Tim broke up." Evan was trying not to check out Terri's generous cleavage.

Terri shrugged, "Yeah, that was a few weeks ago."

Evan smiled. "That's cool. Cause he's a real D-bag. I think he might have been cheating on you with Becca Burns. And I heard they're going together to the School Semi-Formal next week even."

Terri grimaced. "Yeah. Tim's a douche. Becca's not much better. I used to be friends with her."

Evan got flustered. He blurted, "So...I was wondering if you had anyone to go with you to the Dance? Maybe we could go as friends and stuff."

Terri scooted closer to me and hugged my arm. She said, "I'm going to the Dance with my boyfriend, Bobby."

Evan slapped his forehead. "Oh man. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know, Bobby. I thought that you two were just friends. You're just kinda older, y'know. Oh jeez, that sounded stupid. OK. I'll-I'll be back with your food."

I held up a hand. "Hey, no harm done, Evan. Terri thought you already had a date for the Dance."

Evan looked back and forth between me and Terri, considering how much he should say. Finally, he blurted, "Yeah, well, me and my...uhm...boyfriend kind of broke up over that."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Why?" I asked. Then I said, "Sorry, I'm sort of a nosy guy."

Evan smiled. "No. It's all right. I was just sort of more 'out' than he is. Word had gotten around my school that I was dating a guy. But...well, word hasn't gotten out at his school yet. And seeing what happened to me, well, he didn't want that sort of hassle. So, he chickened out. He didn't want to come out at the Dance."

"Then, why did you ask Terri to the Dance?"

Evan looked at Terri's cleavage, blushed, and then blurted, "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know you guys were a couple."

"No. You don't have to apologize. I was just curious."

"Well, Terri is cool. She's one of the few kids at school who didn't freak out when word spread that I was dating another guy. She treated me the same. I mean, she still gave me shit and stuff. But she didn't make fun of me for being gay. Plus...well...you're like the hottest girl in school, Terri. And I figured that if I showed up at the Dance with someone as cool and, y'know, sexy as you, well then, that would just, I don't know, shove it in some of the creeps at school's face. It was dumb of me. I'm sorry."

Terri reached out and touched Evan's arm. "Don't be sorry. That was really sweet what you said. And I'm sorry you've been getting shit at school. I've been sort of getting a lot of shit too. When Tim and I broke up, he told everyone that I was a slut who would put out for anyone."

I saw Evan make a fist and mutter, "That asshole."

Terri continued, "And I'm not a slut who will put out!" Then she giggled, "Well, I'm just a slut who will put out for my Mas-I mean, for Bobby, here." Terri scooted closer to me and hugged my arm.

I interrupted, "Why don't you just go stag to the Dance?"

Evan shook his head. "That would just show that I'm a real loser. I'd be hanging out at the edge of the Dance. Nobody would dance with me, cause they all think I'm gay and have gay cooties or something."

"I'll tell you what. If you show up at the Dance next Friday, you can dance the fast songs with me and Terri."

"I don't know," Evan sighed.

"And the slow songs I'll split with you. You can dance half of them with Terri," I suggested. "That would get the kids talking at school. Right?"

"Really?" Evan asked.

"Really?" Terri echoed.

"Sure," I said, "Terri's Mom is one of the chaperones at the Dance. And I'm friends with her too. So, while the two of you dance, I could chat with her."

Evan shook his head. "Bobby, you're just trying to be nice. If I danced with you two, people would think that you're gay too."

I shrugged and laughed. "Yeah? You think? Well, people can think what they want about me. That seriously will not bother me at all. I'm well out of High School. It would be funny."

Evan joked, "Well then, wouldn't you be afraid that I might try to steal your girlfriend?"

I shook my head. "No. Terri is the hottest girl in school. And you can try to steal her. But you won't. You can get Terri worked up on the dance floor all you want. But she will be leaving the Dance with me." It was a firm statement.

Evan laughed at that. He said, "OK. I'll think about it. And I have to get back to work. More iced tea?"

I nodded and raised my glass. Evan smiled and ran off in the direction of the kitchen.

Terri snuggled up against me. She said, "Daddy, why did you do that?"

I kissed the top of her head. I said, "Y'know, I'm not sure. But, Evan's not gay. He's probably Bi. And he really likes you. You know how I got Marsha's number for you, and put the idea in her head about having a treesome with us. Well, think about a threesome with me and Evan. He's pretty short. Do you think his cock is short too?"

Terri slapped my chest. "Daddy!"

"I bet he's got a nice, thick cock. But he looks like a hairy guy."

Terri laughed. "Bookstore Dennis is a hairy guy. That's what Mom said. Did they break up?"

I sighed. "Yeah, I think so. Dennis screwed up. He gave your mother a sex toy with a lock, a cock-cage. But then he kept a key for himself!"

Terri kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "And why would that be bad, Daddy?"

I stroked her thigh, under the table. "It's like cheating. It's not being fully submissive. Plus, your Mom thought that Dennis might have been trying to get at Mistress Sunny through her. I'm not sure. But Sunny and your Mom went to talk to Dennis. And when they came back, they said that your Mom and Dennis were on an 'indefinite hiatus.' That's what your Mom called it."

Terri nibbled at my ear. My hand moved up her inner thigh. She spread her legs to give me even better access. I was glad that Evan's station was near the back of the restaurant, tucked around a corner by the restrooms, and that we were in a booth. There wasn't any sort of view, just a poster of James Dean and another of Marilyn Monroe. "Mom seemed to get really along with Blix and Gina," Terri observed. Then she groaned a little, "God, I love your touch, Daddy. You're making me so wet. Are you going to finger me, right here in the restaurant?"

I chuckled, "Not after my burger comes."

Terri pouted. "Phooey!"

I laughed, "Phooey? Who says, 'Phooey', anymore?" My hand stroked up her thigh, all the way to Terri's black lace, thong panties. My fingers gently traced up along her slit. She wasn't kidding, she was very, very wet.

Terri closed her eyes, put her head back, and softly moaned, "Oh, fuck! YESSS! Daddy, yes!"

Just then, Evan popped around the corner with a fresh iced tea! I think he heard at least the last of what Terri had said, because he had a grin on his face. I wanted to gesture to him to be quiet, but Terri was hugging my left arm, and my right hand was easing its way into Terri's panties. I winked at Evan, made a "Shh" expression with my lips, and tipped my head toward Terri.

Evan's eyes got wide. Then he ducked down below the table to see what was going on. At that moment, Terri opened her eyes and stared into mine. She said, "Daddy, you're so dirty! What if somebody sees? What if Evan comes back and he sees me spread for you like this?" She didn't know that was what Evan was probably looking at right then!

"So," I said, loud enough so I was sure Evan would hear, "Evan is our waiter, and he's your friend. I'm your Master, and you're my subbie. I think Evan knows how to be discreet and not tell anyone what he sees."

And Terri spread her legs even wider. The invitation was clear. And I was sure that Evan was getting an eyeful under the table.

So, I slipped two fingers inside Terri and thumbed her erect clit. I said, "And if Evan walked over right now, what would he be seeing?"

Terri's head rolled back, her eyes closed again, and she softly groaned, "A fuck-slut, totally spreading and giving herself to her Daddy! Deeper. Oh shit, deeper! Fuck!"

Evan's head popped up. His eyes were wide, and he had a shit-eating grin on his face. He was biting his lower lip. Again, I tried to signal for him to be quiet. And this time I gestured with my head that he should make himself scarce too.

Evan blushed, shyly smiled, nodded and walked quickly and quietly away.

I pulled my fingers from Terri's tight pussy. Terri's eye snapped open. She said, "Daddy, why did you stop? I was so close to cumming!"

I answered her with a question, "Who owns your orgasms, Kitten?"

She immediately replied like a good submissive, "You do, Master." Her training was going well.

"Then, I want to do something different. I want to watch you masturbate for me," I said.

Terri reached for my belt, grinning, "You want me to jack you off, here, under the table, Bobby?"

"No, Kitten. I want you to put your fingers on your pussy and rub your clit and cum for me."

Terri's eyes went wide. "I-I can't do that, Daddy! Not here."

"Of course you can, Sweety. Just pretend you're on Cam at home, performing for the punters on line."

Terri looked worried. "You know about that?"

"I've watched you this week," I told her, "And I tipped you pretty well too, I thought."

"But the service I use is supposed to block local users," Terri said.

"Yeah. But there are ways to get around that, if you know that the block is there, and you are looking for a particular performer."

Terri was stunned. "How did you even know what service I use?"

"I had a look at your computer while you were at school. Your mother gave me a key to your house. You didn't clear your browser history. By the way, you've got a nice camera set-up in your room. Most girls just use one camera. You've got several and switcher. You choose good angles too."

Terri was indignant. "I can't believe you violated my privacy like that, Bobby!"

"Kitten, I am your Master. There is no privacy. And I'm going to explain this to you one time," I said in a low tone, "Get your fingers in your mess and start masturbating right here, or I will take you into the bathroom and spank your ass, Baby Girl."

Terri drew in a breath. She weighed her options. I could see her actually consider getting a spanking. I saw that idea wash across her face. I was getting better at reading Terri's expressions. Then, she raised dress a little and reached under the hem. I said, "Higher. Daddy wants to see your panties, Baby Girl."

Terri groaned, "Oh fuhhhk, Daddy?" But she raised up dress until I could see her black lace panties over her garter, the way good little submissive sluts are supposed to wear them, especially when their Master has a fetish for stockings!.Her right hand reached down into her panties from the top and began rubbing her clit, while her left fumbled in from the side to slide a finger up inside herself. She said, "Is this good, Daddy? Is this what you wanted to see?"

I kissed her cheek. "Yes, Kitten. This is even more exciting that when your were fucking your pussy with that red, jelly dong and came on camera the other night. That was spectacular."

Terri blushed. "You saw that one? That was wild, but I had a very good tipper who kept getting me to do more and more for the camera."

I simply said, "I know."

Terri's fingers started stroking herself faster as she made the realization. "Oh my God, Bobby! You are 'SirTippemHat'! That was amazing! But, Daddy, you tipped me over two thousand coins, that's like two hundred dollars that night. You can't afford that!"

I grinned. "It was worth it. Besides, once I started tipping and making suggestions, the whole room got involved. You made at least three thousand coins that session. That's like more than three hundred dollars. Not too shabby."

"No. The website takes their cut. I made less than a hundred fifty dollars. But if I put in more hours, and if I hit monthly goals, there are bonuses and they up my percentage of the take. Oh, fuck, Daddy can I cum now? Please?"

I said, "Already?" I shook my head, "No, Kitten. Keep frigging your little bean, Baby. You've been taught about orgasm delay. You were very good about asking me to cum just now."

Terri bit her lower lip. "Thank you, Daddy."

"But today we are going to try something new. You are going to have a Triggered Orgasm."

"What's that?" Terri asked.

"You are going to keep yourself on the very edge of cumming. And you won't get to cum until you experience the trigger."

"What the trigger?"

It's could be anything. It could be me counting down from ten to one."

Terri pressed, "Yes, Daddy. But what's the trigger for me now? I need to cum!"

Sweat had broken out on Terri's forehead. Her pale chest had become flushed in a "T," across her chest and down between her breasts. Her breathing was heavy and erratic. She definitely was on the edge of cumming. "Evan is going to trigger your orgasm, Kitten," I told her.

"What! No." Terri gasped, but she kept stroking herself.

"Imagine us sharing Evan. You could suck his cock while I fuck his cute ass. Or he could slide his thick cock up into your tight cunt, while Daddy works his dick into your even tighter asshole!"

Terri closed her eyes, "Oh fuck, Daddy. You're going to force me to double fuck with you and Evan? That is so nasty! He won't want to do it. He's gay!"

I laughed. "He wants you. Even gay boys want you, Kitten, because you're so fucking hot! My guess is he is Bi, or he's experimenting."

"How are you going to force Evan to make me cum, Daddy, here in the restaurant."

I said, "He's not going to make you cum. He's going to trigger your orgasm. You ordered the fajitas. When Evan, brings out that hot...sizzling...steaming plate of food," I started speaking slowly, rhythmically, in time with with way Terri was frigging herself,"you're going to look into his eyes. And when he finally sets that plate in front of you...you won't be able to help yourself. You are going cum. You are going to flood your panties and cum as soon as that hot plate touches the table."

"Oh fuck. What if somebody is with him? What if somebody else brings out my fajitas? What if-"

I cut her off. "If it doesn't happen like that, you will just stop masturbating, and you won't get to cum for several days."

"Days, Daddy?" Terri whimpered. There was a look of desperation in her eyes.

"When those fajitas hit the table, that's your trigger. You will cum. And it will be the biggest, most satisfying orgasm you've had all week. So, you will look at Evan and you will thank him."

"For making me cum?

I chuckled, "Sure. Or you can just thank him for bringing you your food."

"Are you going to turn Evan into your subbie, Daddy?"

"Do you find that idea exciting, Kitten?"

Terri gasped, "YES! I want you to tie him up and make him eat my pussy!"

I smiled, "And do you want me to force you to do things to Evan?"

"YES...Daddy! Would that excite you to see that boy fucking your Baby Girl?"

"Yes, Kitten. I would position his thick cock right at the entrance to your tight pussy, and make him beg to fuck you."

"And what would you do, Daddy? What would you do? Would you watch or would you join in?"

"Oh, I would probably join in, Kitten."

"How, Bobby? Would you force me to suck your cock, and take it into my throat?"

"Yes, for starters. But I would probably finish by lubing up my cock and fucking some ass, either yours or Evan's," I bragged.

"Oh fuck, Daddy! That's so fucking nasty. I've got to cum. I've got to cum! Please let me cum, Master!" Terri was begging.

"You know what your trigger is now, Kitten: fajitas. You will have to wait for your trigger. Oh look, someone is coming now!" It was a waitress with my Sunrise Burger, essentially a California Cheeseburger with a fried egg on top. She looked at us both. I gestured that it was mine. So she set it in front of me.

The waitress asked, "Can I get you anything else?"

Terri blurted, "Fajitas! Is Evan bringing out my fajitas?"

The waitress said, "I think he was right behind me."

I smiled at her and said, "Then we don't need anything else. Thank you." And the waitress quickly walked away.

Terri was visibly squirming in the booth. She was simultaneously trying to get herself off, while making sure she didn't cum until her trigger arrived. The fact that she new the fajitas were coming soon just put her orgasm on a knife's edge. She was perilously close to cumming too soon, or becoming frustrated and not cumming at all. She panted, "Oh fuck, Daddy! I'm not going to make it! I'm going to fucking cum. I keep thinking of Evan and his hairy body and thick cock! Oh fuck Fuhhhk! Fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-" Just then Evan popped around the corner with a sizzling platter in one hand and a tortilla holder in the other. Terri shouted "FUH-jitas!" Evan set the platter in front of Terri, and Terri shuddered and groaned. It was obvious to me that Terri was experiencing an orgasm, and a pretty big one too. I looked at Evan, and I think he recognized something was going on, but I don't think he understood. Terri closed her eyes and shivered for a moment. Then she opened her eyes and beamed a huge smile. She wiped her hands with her napkin, looked at Evan and said, "Thank you, Evan. Thank you." Her voice calmed down a bit and she finished with, "The fajitas look delicious."

Evan said, "Would you like a squeeze of lime on your fajitas?"

"Yes, please," Terri replied. Evan squeezed a lime wedge that was on the side of the iron skillet and wooden tray that he had brought the fajitas out on. The skillet sizzled and a cloud of lime and green pepper scented steam wafted over the table. Terri licked her lips. "Mmm. This smells delicious. And I've worked up such an appetite."