Dinner Party

Author’s Note:  THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.  COMPLETELY.  Not even a single thing of this is true.  Yet.

preface
“Okay, so…if I win, you have no say in anything that happens to you from six o’clock until midnight.”
“Fine., And if I win, I get a whole day of you pampering me wearing nothing but a bow-tie and a leopard print thong.”
“Leopard print? When did that happen?”
“Just now when I realized that pampering me included running your hands all over my body, getting your cock serviced and fucking me until I pass out, so that either way you were going to win.”
“Oh, you noticed that.”
“Yes. I noticed that.  I want it to be a little bit painful for you.”
“Fine.  Deal.”
“Ok.  Ready?”
“Yeah.  One….  Two…..  Three…. CALL IT!”
“HEADS!”

I know he cheated. I don’t know how he cheated, but I know he cheated.  He was way too prepared for the win.
I was sitting naked, bound to the dining chair with my knees spread apart, my wrists behind my back, and a rope gag bound twice around my open mouth.. They’d added that bit when I started complaining about being cold.
They’d also added nipple clamps at that point, as my commenting on the temperature brought their attention to my hardened nipples some time after the appetizer course.
You’d have thought they’d blindfold me, but no.  It was a game, not a punishment. He knew I’d like their lecherous stares between bites of baked salmon and and sips of wine.
I’ll back up.  At six o’clock on the dot he ordered me stripped and sent me off into the kitchen to prepare a proper dinner for two wearing nothing but an apron and heels. I created a three course meal to his specifications – appetizer, salad, and main course with a side.  No dessert.
So I went with things I knew we’d both like.  Bacon wrapped dates, a caprese salad with fresh basil, and for the entree: baked salmon with my not-so-secret spice blend and a side of grilled zucchini strips.  It smelled pretty amazing, and I set the table for two using the nicer china and fancy silverware.
The doorbell rang at 7:15.  He was grinning from ear to ear as I looked over, puzzled.  “Our guest has arrived right on time.  Go let him in.”
“What?”
He didn’t even bother to tell me again.  He just gave me a look.
With a sigh, I walked over to the front door.  His voice interrupted me.  “Don’t answer the door in that dirty apron.  What will our guest think?”
There wasn’t any point in arguing.  I took the apron off and hung it on the coat rack by the front door and then took a deep breath.
When I answered the door, I was surprised to see a man standing there that I didn’t know very well.  Part of me wanted to hide. I was naked, except for heels, and this guy was just standing there, not making any attempts to hide that he was enjoying the view.  Pursed lips, he looked me up and down, letting his gaze linger on my tits.
“Uh.  Hi.  Welcome,” I said.  “Come on in.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” he answered.

Fast forward to 8 PM: I’d finished bringing all the food out to the table and pouring them each a glass of wine while they talked about boring guy things, barely acknowledging my presence. I’d sneak glances at our guest while they were immersed in conversation. He was charming and attractive in his way. I’d met him a few times in our social circle, but listening to them chat about this and that, I realized that I hadn’t known they were that well acquainted. My lover’s comfort with him made me feel comfortable with him.
“Well, it looks like dinner’s ready.  Let’s queue up the entertainment.”  I could hear the familiar smirk in his voice and I knew he was talking about me. I couldn’t help but smile. I’d grown weary of being ignored.
Our guest came up behind me and pulled back on my hair, dragging me back and sitting me down on the chair while my lover pulled some rope out from a nearby drawer and started uncoiling it.
That’s how I ended up in the position that I was in at 9 PM. Tied to the chair, gagged and drooling, nipples clamped and watching my lover and his friend finishing up the dinner I thought I’d been preparing for myself, while they talked about me in the third person.
“You want to clear the table while I prepare dessert?” I squirmed in the chair.  Our guest cleared the table while my lover started untying me – first removing the gag and replacing the rough jute with his probing, wet tongue. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but they were still restrained behind my back.  I did as best I could to lean into the kiss.
Without warning, he pulled the clamps off by the chain and I yelped right into his mouth. “ASSHOLE!” and I thrashed while the burning pain resonated through my nipples.
After several seconds, (and a lot of laughing), he leaned in to kiss me again.  “Your nipples sore, honey?” He was rolling them around lightly in his fingers.
I nodded.  Big eyes. Pouty lip.  It never works, but I do it anyway.
He booped my nose and laughed again. “We’ll be taking care of that, honey.” The way he said it almost sounded like a threat as he leaned in and reached behind me to start unbinding my wrists with my face buried into his chest.  Meanwhile, our guest had returned to the table with a large canvas gym bag and a paper supermarket bag.
“Honey,” my lover said, as he continued untying me.  “Our guest was kind enough to offer to prepare our dessert table-side. Isn’t that thoughtful?”
“Yes, Sir.”  I inhaled the scent of him and resisted the urge to bite. I had a feeling I was going to be the main ingredient in whatever “dessert” they were planning to partake in.
“What will you be preparing for us, buddy?” he asked our guest.
They were both looking right at me when he answered.  “My favorite.  Triple-Stuffed Slut.”
As he said it he pulled a massive blue dildo out of the gym bag and wiggled it around at me.  My jaw dropped open as my eyes darted back and forth between the dong and my smirking Dom. The guest walked over to me and took advantage to stuff it into my mouth.
“That’s it.  Get it nice and wet.  We’re gonna stuff it in your cunt to marinade for a while while we prep the rest of you.”
I hadn’t made much eye contact with him yet, but this seemed as good a time as any to try to use my feminine wiles on him.  I stuck my tongue out and slathered it all over the fat cock, letting the drool coat it nice and thick while maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.
“Damn.  You’re right about having the ripe slut on hand,” he said as my lover freed me from the last of my bindings and took me forcefully by the elbows and stood me up. Together they led me to the now cleared dining room table and laid me down flat, face up on top of it. With a grunt, they positioned my body so that my ass was right at the edge of the table, knees up and spread in the air.
The friend took the dildo out of my mouth and walked around the table’s edge.  “Mind if I taste the marinade before we put this in?” he asked, fingers already rubbing along the slick swollen flesh of my labia.
“Good idea,” was the response.  I closed my eyes. I’d finally gotten used to my lover going down on me after years of neglect in that area.  Having a near-stranger do it was going to take an actual act of submission. I had a feeling that was by design to try to get me more comfortable with receiving oral.
I felt soft lips on my forehead and realized that I’d had my brow furrowed. “It’s not punishment. It’s supposed to be fun,” he murmured in my ear.  “Are you having fun?” I opened my eyes to meet his gaze and smiled, reaching my hand over to caress the side of his face.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I assured him.  Just then I felt the sensation of hot breath against my clit, and I pulled my lover’s lips down toward my own.
It wasn’t bad. I had trouble letting go enough to come, but it still felt pretty good.  Especially when he started using his fingers.  The whole time, I felt my pussy dripping wet into my asshole and knew that would help later on with the promise of being “triple stuffed.”  I wondered which of them (or the dildo) would be taking that particular hole.
It didn’t take too much longer to find out.
Without warning, the dildo slid into my pussy and the friend started fucking me with it.
“OHMYGOD. OHMYGOD,” I moaned loudly. Did I mention that thing was huge?
“She’s just so noisy,” my lover said to his friend, and clamped his broad palm down over my mouth.  In the mean time, he used his other hand to retrieve a bottle of honey and can of whipped cream from the super market bag on the chair by the table.
He flipped the lid top on the honey and I arched my back as the sticky syrup hit my nipple. I felt it dripping down the side of my breasts and closed my eyes, wishing for the warmth of his mouth on them. He knew how sensitive they were, especially after his move with the nipple clamps.
“Sshhh.  You’ll wake up the neighbors,” he said as he lifted his hand off my mouth.  “It’s almost 10pm.” He smiled as my body trembled little shockwaves and I nodded obediently.
“Open wide,” he held the whipped cream can over my mouth.  I giggled and opened my mouth.  He filled it with whipped cream and then kissed my lips closed and I snorted and moaned and laughed all a the same time.
But it was when he put his mouth on my nipple that I went under again.  A virtual stranger fucking my pussy with a dildo and my lover’s hot wet mouth on my honey-drizzled tits….whipped cream notwithstanding, it was a recipe for orgasm.
And it worked.
He alternated between the cream and the honey, my right and left nipples, my belly, my neck, my shoulder.  He bit into my shoulder.
When I came, it was epic.  He was rolling my right nipple in his fingers while biting on the left one when it happened.
He came back up and kissed my earlobe, whispering “good girl” into it as the little aftershocks pulsed their way through my body.
“My dick is hard, buddy.”  The friend had pulled the dildo out of my pussy and was now rubbing his cock through his pants, standing there between my legs staring at it.
“Oh.  Hang on.  Lets flip her over.  You’re gonna love this.”
They pulled me up and the guest took a seat in the chair.  My lover positioned me on my hands and knees in front of him and said three simple words to let me know what he wanted.
“Do your thing.”
I smiled.  My turn.
If you’ve never had someone suck your cock like it was their calling in life to do so, then you won’t understand what our guest experienced for the next twenty minutes.  And it was only twenty because I was slowing down and making it last that long. If I’d been trying, I’d have had him in five.
In the meantime, my lover had pulled two floggers out of the bag and started going at my ass with them.  For a moment, except for the leopard print thong, it felt like I’d won the coin toss.
But about halfway through the blow job, he set the floggers down and knelt behind me. I grunted as his cock took advantage of my already lubricated ass.  I love it when he fucks my ass.
And there I was, like a multi-orgasmic chinese finger trap as we crossed into the 11 o’clock hour. I’d yet to be triple stuffed, and part of me wanted to remind them – but just then, our guest appeared to remember the same thing, and pulled my head off his cock long enough to get up and grab the dildo from the table.
“I think it’s time, man.”
Handing it over, my lover pulled his cock out of my ass and re-inserted the dildo into my pussy, giving it a couple thrusts before shoving it far up inside and ordering me to clench.  The friend took his place back on the chair, and just as I resumed “doing my thing,” the cock re-entered my ass.
I’m pretty sure we all woke up the neighbors.
After we all reveled in the afterglow, we went to go wash up.  I took a little extra time to grab a bite of leftovers from the kitchen while they got dressed and chatted about music for a while.
It was almost midnight when our guest said his goodbyes and took off.
“You have ten minutes left, Sir.” I curled up into a ball next to him on the sofa.  “What do you want to do with me now?”
He caressed my back with his hand and leaned over with his head to kiss my forehead again.
“Exactly this.”  By the time Friday rolled into Saturday, we were both dreaming about future adventures.
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