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The Dinner Party

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It’s every man’s fantasy: to be the only man in a room full of scantily dressed gorgeous women, dressed in an array of lingerie, fetish-ware and even some with not a stitch of clothing on – all wanting to have their way with you.  It sounded like a dream come true when I confessed that my friends and I wanted to have you…all of you…in all sorts of manners.  That you would be the guest of honor at a very special dinner party, the center of all our lusts and desires.  I smiled when you almost flippantly said “Where do I sign up?”

When you arrived, you were greeted by myself plus two other ladies, barely dressed.  The rest was a bit of a blur – hands peeling off your clothing, touching you, lips tasting you.  You found yourself laying down in a sort of shallow metal tub.  You heard me whisper in your ear, “time for your appetizers…”, then I proceeded to mount that wonderful mouth of yours. You instantly start to work on your “meal of the moment”, licking and slurping at my sopping pussy, pushing me closer to the edge, until you feel the gush of my orgasm dousing your mouth, your face. My juices dripping down your neck, as my convulsions start to subside.

After that it was a succession of pussies, naked bodies, hands, all cumming on your face, your cock, your body.  At one point you thought you would pass out, but I kept slapping you, informing you that there will be plenty of time for rest later – now is the time for marinating you.  You think to yourself – ‘marinating???’

You must have passed out, because when you came to, you saw all of us hovering over you, all my lady friends holding a plate in their hands, and I with a carving knife and fork. You realize that you are lying in pool of the accumulated cum, your skin coated in with a sticky film of pussy juices.

I smile an endearing smile saying, “Ahh, I think he’s marinated in our juices long enough – the knife should slice through his flesh like butter now.” 

Your eyes go wide as the realization washes over you.  You never dreamed that when they invited you to dinner, that YOU would be the main course, in a very real way.

I lean over you, my hair falling forward tickling your still glistening cheek.  A soft smile spreads over my face as I whisper to you, “Don’t worry dear, it’s quite an honor to be devoured by all these delicious woman…”

The last thing you hear as my knife starts to slice into you flesh is, “So who wants a leg, and who wants part of the juicy rump?”

 

 

 

Can’t wait to dine on you ;)!

 

Deidra

1.866.693.3847