2002-07-31 - 10:32 p.m.
More fantasies. I'm on a roll lately.
A rich old man sits at the head of a long, gleaming table, awaiting his meal.
A sumptuous feast is about to be spread out before him. Fine china and big, heavy, glittering silverware. A cascade of flowers in a vase is at the center of the table.
Doors open. A quartet of big, muscular servants carry in an enormous, covered silver tray.
The old man smacks his lips in delight. The servants set the giant tray before him, deftly moving silverware and glasses aside and restoring perfect symmetry to the table before lifting off the big dome cover.
Revealed is a young woman, lying on the platter with her knees drawn back and bound there, ankles and wrists tied together so that her breasts are squeezed together and her hairless pussy is helplessly revealed. She lies on a bed of leafy lettuce, and a shiny red apple is stuffed into her mouth.
"Mmm," says the old man, and licks his seamy lips. Leaning forward he sniffs at her widespread pussy. "Smells delicious," he compliments the servants, and they bow.
A muffled whimper around the apple. The girl's eyes are glazed, but she knows where she is. She hates this horrible, arrogant old man, she swore he would never touch her!
But now he does touch her. Shaking fingers pry at her flesh, poking at her most intimate places. Tears escape her eyes. So shameful! She hates him! This is revolting! But she is wet, so wet!
"Very juicy too," he says. His bony finger shoves into her hole, finding it slick. Another muffled sound. He yanks it out again, and without further ado leans in and begins slurping, slobbering, his toothless mouth nipping and gumming at her clit and labia, tongue slithering to slurp up more juice.
She writhes, trying to scream and moan around the apple, No! Oh! Noooo...
He feasts on her for long minutes, tasting and savoring her cunt as the dish of the day. She is crying... red-faced. Despite her hatred of him he has stimulated her unbearably. But he does not make her come, and she burns helplessly, denied even the momentary relief of orgasm. When he lifts his head and belches contentedly, her wet cunt is swollen and throbbing, suffering with involuntary need.
"Ahhh. That was splendid. My compliments to the chef," says the old man. and then he turns his motorized wheelchair away from the table and says to the servants, "I hope you gentlemen are hungry for some leftovers."
They are. They climb on the table, pull the apple out of her mouth, and replace it with a cock. Her wet pussy is immediately penetrated, one deep stroke filling her hungry hole with eager meat.
Then a fast, savage rhythm as he fucks her, pounding in and out of her cunt, wet juicy sounds from her and grunting from him. The man fucking her mouth cries out, spraying her face with cum.
The other two bob their weeping cocks against her gasping mouth, as the one plowing her groans and blows his sticky load deep in her hole. No sooner has he pulled out than one of them at her mouth moves down to replace him, shoving his thick meaty dick in, squeezing hot cum out.
A big hand reaches to play with her distended, pleading clit. But the old man, still watching, says sharply,
"Don't play with your food!"
They fuck her and fuck her till they're wrung dry of cum. She lies there panting on her bed of wilted lettuce, streaked with clotted semen. Her eyes are closed. Still she has not come. She sobs, biting her lips.
The servants withdraw and the old man rolls back up to the head of the table. He looks at her for a long moment. Then he reaches out one finger and touches it to her clit.
And she shrieks, coming so hard that she convulses. He does not let up, rubbing the oversensitized, throbbing flesh till the distended orgasm is like torture.
At last, it stops. Soaked with sweat, her head lolls on the platter. Her legs tremble.
"Send this back to the kitchen," says the old man. "It's overdone."