*** This post was the result of a task I had completed for my Master Sylvanus***
A small crowd of masculine voices gathers in the living room. The sounds of laughter and drinks being poured echoes off the walls. The small group of friends that have gathered are anxiously awaiting the feast. Anyone who has ever come over and dined with Sylvanus knows he prepares a very delicious meal. Tonight was no different, except for the fact that it was strictly labeled, a cocktail hour. With the word hour used loosely.
“So where’s that lovely wife of yours?” one of the men asks.
“I’m glad you asked,” my husband says with a smile as he lifts and removes the curtain he had put up earlier to separate the dining room from the living room. There is a collective gasp among the guests and a sudden outbreak of applause.
“It seems the Master has outdone himself again!” One of the guests comment while slapping my husband on the back.
Before them lay a feast for the eyes. On top of the newly finished wood table is an assortment of celery and carrot sticks, several sliced and unsliced cucumbers and a wide assortment of other delectable snacks. It is all a very lovely display, but the centerpiece is what crowns the evening.
On the table, with apple in my mouth and completely naked, I am on my hands and knees for our wonderful guests. I can feel the saliva begin to collect around my lips and down the side of my chin. My back is slightly arched to allow my ass to push out, displaying the lovely steel plug.
One by one each guest gathers around the table and partakes in the feast. Some pick at the snacks around my body as I stay perfectly still, others take advantage of me. I feel the coldness of carrot sticks slipping within my folds, gathering my wetness, before they find their way to the lips of my admirer. Some men enjoy my juices as a dipping sauce, others decide to skip the formalities altogether and plunge their fingers right inside me before smelling my nectar and licking their own fingers. Hands run along my spine, my breasts, my cunt. I shiver and moan, muffled by the apple within my mouth.
“Get into the position.” I hear my Master say. I lower my shoulders to the table, raising my ass high and exposing my cunt. Master runs a hand up my side and to my ass. He spanks me several times while his guests chuckle and watch in awe.
“Tonight, my slut is a feast for all,” Master declares. He grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the table. My feet dangle off, my toes barely able to touch the floor. “If you will kind sirs?” Two men on either side pick up the restraints from the floor. They each cuff my wrists and tighten the ropes. My arms are spread wide and now bound to the table, I feel the wetness flooding my cunt. Master moves in behind me and presses his fingers against me. My legs open wide and he slides two fingers within me. “Such a wanton whore you are. You want to be fucked tonight don’t you?”
I groan through the apple and hear a zipper. I feel Master press his cock into me and I grunt as he thrusts himself inside. My hipbone pounds into the table as he pounds into me. I yelp from the pain and yet I don’t want him to stop. I know I will have bruises tomorrow. Master withdraws and closes my legs. “Keep them together whore,” he taunts me. My hips grind against the table. I want to be fucked so badly. The lustful ringing in my ears keeps me from hearing my Master tell all the gentlemen to fully partake in the feast.
Suddenly, my legs are spread open and another cock is thrust within me. I hear him groan and feel the fabric of his slacks as he sweeps against the backside of my legs. My restraints go taut as I fight against the pleasure and the pain. My clit throbs like it has never throbbed before. Below me, a puddle of my saliva gathers from around the apple gag. I look at the other men and feel my pulse vibrate through my body. All of them, everyone of them, has their zippers down and their cocks out. There’s nothing sexier than watching a fully clothed man take his cock out and stroke it in anticipation. There’s nothing hotter than seeing there is no time for the removal of clothes, just the lust to fuck.
The first gentleman pulls out and leaves me aching, but not long after, another takes his place. This one pounds me hard and grabs hold of my plug. He rips it out of my ass, mid fuck. Another man approaches me, removes my apple and tells me to suck on a cucumber. He forces it down my throat, causing me to gag and thick saliva coats the phallic vegetable. The man fucking me groans as my muscles tighten with each gag in my mouth. He withdraws from my aching body.
The man with the cucumber moves behind me, taking the cucumber with him. He slides his cock into me and slowly pushes the vegetable into my ass. He holds his cock in place as he begins fucking my ass with the cucumber. My mouth vacant of a gag, I moan loudly. “Oh god yes.” Now the man moves in unison, fucking my cunt and ass at the same time. I hear him groan, “Oh fuck she’s tight.” My moans turn into screams. “You like that don’t you whore?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Ispeak with each thrust.
“You like that I’m fucking you right here on this table? The very table that your husband prepares meals for you? The very table that you have entertained many guests with?”
“Yes,” I sputter.
“Of course you little pig whore. Of course you love this.”
The apple is shoved back into my mouth. All I can do is scream behind my gag. Each man takes me his own way. I am drunk from the night, not knowing who fucked me or when. My hips ache and I am thankful the table is beneath me. My body melts into the wood.
It seems like hours have passed before the men stop.
“It seems your whore has had enough.” I hear one say to my husband.
“It appears she has, ” he agrees. “But she has done well for the night. I hope you all enjoyed your feast.”
The men all agree it had been a most wonderful evening. I’m barely conscious when I hear the last one leave.
“Poor little slut,” my husband coos. He picks my limp lower half up and scoots me so my full body is on the table. He releases my wrists from their bondage and I curl up instantly. He places a chain on my collar. A pillow and blanket are giving to me as my Master clears the mess up off the table. “Sleep well pet, for I shall want some breakfast in the morning.”
He turns the lights off and I am left in the darkness. I am already drifting off into slumber before his last step at the top of the stairs to our bedroom.