2 comments/ 16373 views/ 0 favorites Dinnertime By: ManInTraining For all the world you would have thought they were just two girlfriends out for a social meal...chat, laughter, a few glasses of a top quality wine... The meal was fantastic, the company great, but eventually the restaurant wouldn't contain where they wanted to go. Gillian turned to her date and said, "Shall we head back to my place for a... coffee?" with the implication of much more. If you hadn't been part of the conversation, the tiny pause would have meant nothing. To these ladies it meant crossing a line both of them were curious about, but not entirely sure of. "Sure, Gill, lets get a cab." The bill was paid, they walked to the curbside and hailed a cab...Gill gave her address; the cabbie pulled out into the traffic and they were on their way. From Theresa's perspective, there was no turning back now -- that's just the way she was... As they went up to the apartment in the lift, Theresa reached out cautiously and took Gill's hand...Gill looked over to her and smiled...the leaned in to give her a swift, but tender kiss. "Coffee first honey," she said, "you need to relax a little." They both smiled widely, though Theresa's complexion was tinged slightly red with her nervousness. More chatter, more laughter -- and one of the best homemade coffees Theresa had ever tasted. They were sitting on the couch facing the windows, though the shades were drawn. Gill got up, took Theresa's cup back to her kitchenette and as she returned, she dimmed the lights. Drapes were drawn and Theresa let out a little sigh of appreciation -- the view was truly magnificent -- looking over the harbour which glistened with reflected light. Without even registering how she got there, she realised that Gill was sitting next to her again, and that she'd taken her hand -- Gill lifted it to her lips and softly kissed it...she moved a little closer to Theresa and began to lean in -- Theresa closed her eyes. When their lips touched a little shock went through her, and she hesitated, almost pulling back. Gill didn't force, and as she relaxed, she let Gill's arms embrace her and gave into the passion of the kiss. Lips caressed, tongues touched -- tips at first and then they explored more. Hands caressed her back, and touched her waist...then gently, and slowly, began to move around and up towards her breasts... She felt Gill's hand move up the side of her body...the begin to slide around to cup...then she stopped her... Gill looked at her questioningly... "Let's go to the bedroom, Gill," she said. "I want to make love to you." Gill smiled at her and stood, taking Theresa's hands and leading her through... They stood facing each other in dimmed light and Gill reached for Theresa's blouse...she began to unfasten the buttons one by one, her eyes never leaving Theresa's face. When she reached the last one, she gently eased the garment off Theresa's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She moved in closer, hands finding the clasp on Theresa's bra; that followed the blouse. Gill began to undress herself -- blouse, pants, bra and panties...she stood naked in front of Theresa, then stepped towards her. Closer, breasts touching, lips touching, a warm embrace...as they kissed with a passion Theresa hadn't known before, Gillian's hands crept around behind her and began to loosen her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Theresa felt soft fingers slip under the elastic of her panties, easing them off her and letting them slide to the floor as well...she was naked... Gill moved back slightly, took Theresa by the hand and led her to the bed. They lay down next to each other, their lips finding one another again...the kissing continued -- slow, measured, passionate. Tentatively, Theresa started exploring Gill's body as they kissed -- her soft breasts, her waistline, and her tender inside thigh...not game to touch her yet...then Gill's hand joined hers and gently eased her towards her pussy... Soft, velvety skin, covered with a gentle down of hair...Gill was already slick with arousal. Theresa gently slipped her fingers up and down between the soft lips, then slowly, but surely slipped a finger inside her...Gill let out a soft moan of pleasure... It was like a line had been crossed again -- Theresa's inhibitions evaporated in her excitement at what she was doing. As she thrust her finger in and out, Gill pulled her close... Gill's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps of arousal as Theresa moved fingers in and out of her. She tensed up, held her breath for a moment, dug her nails into Theresa's shoulders...she let out a moan of pleasure...then relaxed onto the bed. Theresa lay next to her and began to kiss her again. Gill gently pushed Theresa back to the bed, then moved to kneel over her, their lips enjoying passionate kisses. Gill slowly but surely began to change her target...kissing Theresa on the cheek, then the neck, then slowly she began to move down her body. She lingered at Theresa's breasts, licking and sucking her nipples as Theresa held Gill's head close to her chest. Gill began to move again, kissing her way down Theresa's tummy, to her waistline and down her thigh to her right knee. "God, I'm so wet," thinks Theresa, but the only speech she can manage is a satisfied moan. Gill put her hands under Theresa's knees, lifted them up and spread them apart, easing her legs towards the bed as she began to kiss her inside thigh towards...well, Theresa just didn't know what to expect...she closed her eyes. After what seemed an eternity of soft wet lips against her inside thigh, she felt Gill lift her mouth off her skin, then after a slight pause a tongue flicked her lips...OHHHHHH that felt good. Her hands found Gill's hair and she ran her fingers through it, pulling her in close. Gill's tongue flicked over her clitoris, her lips were sucked on and all too quickly she felt her orgasm on the rise...she wrapped her fingers in Gill's hair tightly now, holding her in place....ohhhhhh....she was going to cummm....mmmmmmmm.....and then her orgasm exploded inside her...she had never had another like it -- she let out a deep throated moan of pleasure as she climaxed, still holding Gill tightly to make sure she made the most of this indescribable pleasure...[to be continued] Dinnertime It had been a very bad winter. It had been freezing down in the village, and there was no fruit or fresh vegetables of any kind left. All they had was salted meats and tubers, a state of affairs that left Samantha, not accustomed to not getting her own way, very frustrated. The manor house, up on its lonesome hill, was a perpetual temptation to the people in the town below. The wealthy owners had gone south for the winter, migrating like the birds, and so the place was empty- except for the notoriously brutal servants, who didn't take well to intrusions. Samantha, however, wasn't inclined to acquiesce to the same conditions her neighbors were, and one evening when the food was particularly loathsome at home she decided to set out and get what she deserved. Putting on her shabby work dress and taking a little metal crowbar she had stolen from the general store with just this adventure in mind, she prepared to break and enter. She crossed the fence without difficulty, her lithe frame making easy work of the low ornamental wall at the edge of the property. A higher one, around the courtyard, presented some difficulty- but she managed to wriggle over it, at the cost of a few buttons off her dress. Hopping the wall, she skittered across the lawn- wet but not snowy in these latter days of winter- and towards the golden glowing lights of the manor house. It looked so warm and inviting- this house had electric lights that worked even when the ground was wet, a luxury that Samantha often dreamed of. Her favorite daydream was endless fantasies about rich men coming and taking her away from her boring life in the countryside... and what they would make her do for the privilege of escape. She thrilled a little at the thought, and then angrily shoved her libido aside- she had to focus now. There was a dark window just below ground level. Perfect, she thought, the scullery. She could hear voices in the dining room, but no one seemed to be in the pantry or in the kitchen. The window wasn't hard to jimmy. It wasn't even properly locked, she discovered, the pin hopping easily free of its seating when she tapped it with the iron. She slipped the heavy pane up and then slipped silkily into the midnight-dark scullery. It was everything she wanted. Hanging from the long copper ceiling rails were racks and racks of delicious spices- she breathed in deep the exotic scents. In the corner were bushel baskets of potatoes, peppers, celery, and carrots. And she was sure in those huge cupboards that lined the walls, she would find enough delicious bread- likely fresh-made by the live-in chef- and maybe even, treat of treats, chocolate. She strode down the kitchen aisle, proud of her own daring. She had shown them- shown them all- that she, Samantha, wouldn't put up with being mistreated. She reached into the basket where the fresh carrots waited and picked one out, lifted it to her mouth, and took a delicious, sensuous bite of the deliciously ripe vegetable. She took two more steps, mentally preparing herself to steal the place blind, before something came up behind her and grabbed her. "Thought you'd come in here and rob us blind, hmm?" A voice snarled in her ear. She saw a quick flash and felt cold metal against her throat, pressing up against her jugular, threatening her very life. She thought she would wet herself. Instead she cleared her throat and said, in a hoarse gasp, "Please, sir..." She didn't know what to say from there. The figure behind her moved in closer. "A woman, hmm? Well, this isn't a storefront, thieving slut. Shouldn't you be at home with your brats on your tits?" "No- please- I'm unmarried. I'm very young! I didn't think-" "You're right you didn't think!" The knife moved away from her throat. "Let's get a look at you..." A light switch flicked, and suddenly golden light flooded the room. Samantha was suddenly, keenly aware of how much trouble she was in. The young man who'd caught her was lanky and tall, and his blue eyes devoured her slim figure with the appetite of one who has spent all winter in close quarters with a bunch of other men. "Please..." she whispered, hoping he'd let her go, "I was hungry." "Hungry!" He grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it. The fabric held for a moment, then tore, revealing her pale nakedness for the whole world to see. She screamed, but he covered her mouth again, and using his free hand he pulled her bra off and cut her panties right off her trembling hips. "You don't look hungry to me! You look just fine..." He leered, staring at her exposed body. "Please stop! Don't hurt me!" She tried casting herself on his mercy. It was a bad plan. "Me? Hurt you? Never!" He acted the part, offended and upset. "Here." He handed her the carrot she had been eating. "How hungry were you?" He seemed genuinely concerned. She must have charmed him with her body, she thought. Inside, she exulted. "So, so hungry... never anything worth eating, down in that village." "I bet..." He was still behind her, and now his hands were roaming, just a bit. "Well, are you still hungry?" She couldn't believe her luck. Was he going to cook for her? "Yes, very!" He gently took the carrot from her hand. "Are you hungry enough to try eating the other way around?" "What?" Suddenly she felt the blunt tip of the carrot probing someplace very naughty indeed. She jumped up into the air, trying to escape, but when she came down, she found him holding it there. The smooth vegetable slid slickly into her ass, and she was too horrified by the suddenness of his betrayal to even cry out. He sensed her paralysis and took advantage. Grabbing her hair with his free hand, holding the carrot in her ass with the other, he dragged her out of the pantry, through the kitchen, and- horror of horrors- into the main dining room. "Look what I found, everybody!' He shouted as they entered, eliciting a howl of horror from Samantha. The room had probably five or ten young men, all clearly having just eaten, bored and probably a little drunk on cheap liquor from the town's general store. She was instantly the focus of all their attention. "Bring out the large serving tray, won't you, Emil?" His voice was silky smooth. "Right away, sir!" said the youngest of the men, staring worshipfully at Samantha's naked body. Her captor had to snap his fingers at him to get him going. He returned and set the huge tray- big enough for a whole pig- on the table. "Up you get!" her captor shouted, shoving- in a very uncomfortable way- Samantha onto the tray. "Still hungry? How about-" he reached into a serving bowl- "an apple?" He pressed it into her mouth. She tried to cry out, now, at last, freed from the paralyzing horror of a few minutes before- but it was too late. "What do you think, gents? A little undercooked?" He said, gesturing to her ass. "Well, I think I can give it a little- heat-" and with that he spanked her, his bare hand striking her ass, make her cry out into the apple and shaking the carrot within her in wonderful, horrible ways. Her whole body cried out with the shame of it... but she couldn't stop pushing her ass up, presenting herself like a whore or a dog for the punishment. He spanked her, and spanked her, and spanked her, till her ass was red as the apple in her mouth and until the carrot was a teasing penetration driving her mad. Suddenly the punishment stopped. "Wait! I think we're forgotten something..." A large man in the corner said, "I think the little dish needs some stuffing..." Her captor grinned. "Just what I was thinking..." He pulled his pants down, revealing a huge, pink, erect cock. Not the first Samantha had seen- but now, utterly terrifying, with no way to escape it. "Stuffing it is..." He positioned himself behind her, lining his cock up with her poor virginal passage. She squealed and writhed as she felt the thick pulsing tip of his dick prodding her virgin cunt. He sighed and then pushed, pushed, pushed, and she felt herself opening up, felt the skin of her rosebud tighten around the carrot as he began to enter her. He reached around her and did something magic with the pink bud of her clit, and she cried out into the apple. "God, she's tight," he gasped, as the audience cheered. "Must've been a virgin," suggested one of the other men. He didn't answer, just kept pushing- she felt his cock like a battering ram, reaching places inside her she had never felt before, even those few times late at night when she would open herself with her fingers, curiously probing the tight pink tunnel of her sex- even those few fumbling experiments with the boys around the parish. The feeling was too big to hold inside of her- pleasure and pain mixed and multiplied, the harsh feeling accompanied by waves of intense sexual heat emanating from her violated cunt. He began to thrust rhythmically in and out of her. Curiously, the taste of the apple began to overwhelm her as it muffled her screams and cries and then, eventually, moans. She knew she would never eat one again without remembering this night. He continued to thrust, faster and faster. His hand teased her clit wildly, driving her closer and closer to some kind of peak. She could feel her asshole tightening and clenching around the carrot, building and building- Then suddenly he stopped, pulled out, and began to move away. She cried out into the apple. He slapped her ass, gently this time, and said, "hush, little dinner. It's time for the rest of the preparation." She began to struggle but one of the other men grabbed her and, taking some twine from the pantry, tied her hands together between her legs, then tied her legs to the ornamental ribbing on each side of the tray. Now she couldn't move even if she wanted to. She finally managed to spit out the apple. "You bastards! Let me go!" He called from the side room he had entered. "Find something to put in her mouth." She had a sudden premonition as to what he meant but before she could close her mouth, another of the men grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up. "She's got good lips," he said, undoing his fly. "I bet she takes to sucking cock like a duck to water. At least she better," he growled, pulling out his full engorged purple cock. She looked at it in shock for a second, and then he shoved her face down onto it. He slipped into her mouth, filling her throat until she thought she would gag, and then pulled her hair back. He settled into a steady rhythm, fucking her mouth, controlling her movements with his brutal yanks on her hair. She moaned around his thick cock, humiliated beyond her ability to believe. Finally, he began to gasp and twitch, and finally shot his hot sticky load into her mouth. Before she could spit it out, however, he grabbed the apple and shoved it back in her mouth. "Swallow, bitch," he said, wiping the head of his cock against her cheek, leaving a thin trail of cum. She choked down his load, thick and warm and quite expansive- it had obviously been awhile. Then suddenly she felt a totally alien cooling sensation on her raised ass and pussy, and then heard the unmistakable sound of a razor being sharpened. She screamed into the apple. The first man reached around and took it out of her mouth. "Yes?" "What are you doing?!" Suddenly she felt the cool edge of the razor against her labia. "Plucking you. This bird needs to be prepared for her roasting..." She moaned. "Please don't, please don't, I won't tell anyone what you did if you let me go right now. Please, I won't tell anybody, you can trust me." SMACK! His right hand connected with her ass with shocking force. "Will you shut up and be an obedient slut, or do I have to get you another lolly to suck on?" One of the men laughed and crudely gestured to his cock. She didn't want that again, so she muttered, "I'll be good." SMACK! "What will you be?" "Ow! I'll be good!" SMACK! "NO! What will you be?" SMACK! "OW! I'll be an obedient slut!" SMACK! "Good girl." He began to slowly shave her, cleaning her of all the fine red hair that around her pussy and asshole, carefully cleaning her utterly. He never scraped or nicked her fragile flesh, keeping her perfectly intact for the mealtime to come. No one had ever paid so thorough or talented attention to her hindquarters before, and she found herself shuddering with pleasure at every masterful pass of the razor. When he was done, all that was left was a little ruddy triangle that pointed straight to her clit and the divide between her now almost dripping-wet lips. She was now just like the whores she had seen in those books of dirty postcards the preacher had once left in the confessional, just like the painted sluts that the bible had warned against... and the cool air against her sex was driving her wild. She pushed her ass back and up. Now that her lower lips had had a taste of his cock, she wanted more. He ground against her for a while, then pulled away. "Time to season you." "Nooo!" She pleaded, rocking back and forth on her tray. "Hush," he said. Then turning to another man: "Emil, fill her mouth." "NO-" but it was too late. Another man, tall and slender, had taken his place by her face. His cock was small and flaccid, and he was obviously drunk- the perfume he had put on after his recent shower couldn't cover up the smell of whiskey. He tried fumblingly to put his limp cock into her now-receptive mouth (she knew by now that obedience was her best friend), but could do it. The other men jeered and laughed at him, until he cursed and said, "If the bitch can't get me hard, by god, I'll give her something else to work with." Turning around and spreading his buttocks, he pointed to his rosebud. "Kiss, slut, or I'll think of something worse." Horrified, she tried to pull back. This was the worst she could think of- until suddenly, she felt a slight pop and something slipped into her asshole. It was smooth and organic, and it burned and tormented her like fire, knocking open all the doors in her libido. She struggled and writhed, trying to somehow get it out of her, but to no avail. "Feel that?" The first man whispered. "That's ginger. I bet it feels crazy, hmm? Emil uses it sometimes when he can't get it up to jack off, but I think your sweet tongue..." He slipped a finger, slick with oil, into her damp and newly shaven pussy- "can do better than this silly old root, don't you?" His thumb made a single practiced pass over her clit- it felt amazing, until the corresponding contraction in her ass made the burning fever the ginger had brought on in her a dozen times worse. She cautiously extended her tongue and flicked it gently against Emil's ass. He gasped in pleasure and began to jerk himself off, feverishly. The first man gently pushed her forward with his fingers in her pussy until her mouth was pressed against him and she licked, kissed, and teased his rosebud unmercifully, knowing that her best chance to get this over quickly was to get him off quickly. He began to gasp and jerk, and she could feel his prostate contracting as he gaspingly began to come. She smirked inwardly at her own ability while he moaned, and she could hear his come splattering into a little bowl set up on the table for the purpose. She began to feel cool hands moving slickly over her thighs and upper legs, towards her buttocks. The first man had begun massaging olive oil into her skin, paying equal attention to her every inch, slathering her exposed body with the slick oil. He started with her pussy, rubbing it into her labia gently and pausing only briefly to tease her clit, then massaging her opening tenderly with first one, then two, then three- three!- probing fingers, opening her completely. He had warmed the oil to something like blood temperature and the pleasurable warmth in her deep places- she could feel the slick stuff all the way to the entrance of her womb- was drawing out of her a lust she had never thought even possible. He gently kissed her rosebud, then slowly removed the ginger plug- drawing a gasp of reluctant relief from her tormented body- and began to work the oil into her ass, inside and out, thoroughly coating her rear entrance with the sweet-smelling ointment until she felt so thoroughly open that she would submit to anything, any pleasure, no matter how depraved. And now she was submitting. She thrust her hips, her pouty labia and her spread pink ass towards him, the first man, the ringleader, begging, daring, demanding that he take her helpless cunt and fuck her until she couldn't bear it anymore. She wanted him inside her, wanted him to take her, wanted to feel his hot cum spill into her depths. She had never seen this side of herself before- but now it was out, and it wanted to be fed. Cruelly, he replaced the ginger plug with a much larger rubber one, stretching her asshole almost to the point of pain. Then he began to massage the oil down her stomach and into her breasts. He had taking off his shirt to keep from getting oil on it and she could feel his hard chest and stomach gently sliding along her lubricated back. She moved as much as she could, grinding her exposed pussy against him, trying to get a reaction. She could feel his rock-hard cock through his pants, bumping up against her, she even fantasized that she could feel a drop of wet fluid at its tip. His masterful hands kneaded the flesh of her breasts, turning it and teasing it and working the oil into every inch of her pale perfect skin, turning it ever so slightly golden and shimmery. She really did look every inch a roast, she thought. Al of a sudden someone placed a dish in front of her, half full of an uncomfortably familiar white substance. "Cream for the cat," a voice said, full of laughter. She found her voice. "No! That's disgusting!" Emil carelessly grabbed her head and forced down towards it. "Either lap it up, every drop, or I'll mop it up with your hair. Sluts like you should know what to do with cum." The first man slapped her ass from behind. "And you are a slut, aren't you?" She knew better than to complain. "Yes sir, I am a slut." She knew right away she'd done the wrong thing. "Shouldn't your mouth be full of something, slut?" She quickly lowered her face and began lapping up the thick salty cum. But suddenly a searing pain across her ass made her cry out. She looked back to see the first man holding a riding crop, of the very best Spanish leather, and grinning wickedly. "Gotta heat up our supper," he said, and then sent the strap hissing savagely through the air to crack against her exposed right buttock agonizingly. She gulped the cum- CRACK- as quickly as she could- CRACK- getting it on her cheeks, chin,- CRACK- all over her lips and nose,- CRACK- humiliating herself utterly -CRACK- to speed things along- CRACK- that agonizing rod came down and- CRACK- punished her insolence again. "Do I have to start on your pussy now?" The first man threatened, tapping the tongue of the crop against her freshly shaven mound. "Nooo!!!" she howled, almost in tears. "She finished it all, boss. She really did. Gulped it like a pro." She heard the crop clatter to the floor. "Well good then." Then she heard a belt buckle fall. "Looks like it's time for dinner, then..." She felt him slip the plug out of her ass, then felt his thick, hard, familiar cock sliding deep into her pussy. A virgin only hours before and she was impaled again on his thick shaft, but as she opened her mouth to cry out at the intensity of the pleasure and pain she found another cock already inside it, prodding the back of her throat, demanding she pleasure its owner. Desperately she taught herself to deepthroat, swallowing the long but slender cock, taking it as deep as she could to leave herself a little room to breathe. Meanwhile she could feel the ringleader slowly, with each thrust, working himself into her cunt, her tight walls gripping him as he slowly filled her deeper and deeper, her own naturally juices mingling with the thick coating of olive oil he had given her to make his penetration an easy, slick pleasure instead of the piercing ordeal it had been earlier. She moaned around the cock in her mouth and ground back against him, and in exchange he growled low, placing his hands on her hips and beginning a slow steady rhythm that on each stroke sent his balls slapping against her clit and drove her steadily wilder. Dinnertime She became aware that all the other men were stroking their cocks as they watched her, the centerpiece, being devoured by the voracious sexual appetite of the men on either side of her. She found a rhythm- rocking back against the cock in her pussy when the man in her mouth moved forward, then reversing the motion to keep from being speared too deep. She had never even imagined there could be depravity like this, two cocks pumping in and out of her body, her slutty self being pumped full of stranger's dicks, taking it all... The man behind her pulled out. She moaned in disappointment, until she felt his slick cockhead being pressed against the last virginity they had so far left her. "You feel that, whore? I'm going to take your ass cherry. I'm going to fuck your sweet rosebud until I come in you, and he's gonna come in your throat, and there's nothing you can do about it." She cried out around the cock in her mouth, earning her hair a savage yank, but there was nothing she could do- between his tender ministrations earlier, and her own traitor pussy which had slicked his cock so well, when he spread her buttocks and began to push against her tight pink lubricated asshole there was she could do nothing to stop him. The pressure of his dick opened her slowly, and though she tried to flee it he began to slowly fill her back entrance. He moaned repeatedly in overwhelming pleasure, caressing her hips now where he had been jerking them earlier, reach one hand down to idle diddle her clit. That same terrible feedback cycle- his torturous teasing of her clit made her rear passage tighten, and then the incredible feedback from that made her clit more sensitive. He was so in tune with her body that after a few strokes of his cock in her ass his fingers on her clit were light as a feather, but each one set off a shockwave in her body that amplified and fed on itself over and over again. The man in her mouth was almost forgotten as her whole body focused on the unholy penetration, the filthy indulgence she had never thought to fall prey to except in her wildest fantasies. The man in her mouth began to cry out and thrust harder, precum filling her mouth with a salty-sweet flavor of hot cum. The first man was getting very close too- he had leaned down and she could feel his hot breath on her back, smelling like the oil he had coated her in, and his relentless penetration had slowed to an occasional twitch as he enjoyed her own internal throbbing. Finally, nearly simultaneously, they came, filling her mouth and ass with hot seed. They paused for a moment, then pulled out, leaving her open and exhausted, gasping for breath, still unsatisfied and furious. The first man pulled a knife and rapidly cut her bonds, then turned her over so she was on her back.. "Run now, if you can!" He said, laughing at her utter exhaustion, the weakness that had overcome her. Much as she wanted to, she couldn't move, even as the other men closed in, still masturbating. One by one they shot their loads on her- across her breasts, over her stomach, one on her feet for no reason she could figure out, across her face and cheeks... she was bathed in it. She closed her eyes and shuddered in horror- and something else- until it was over. The men left. The room darkened. She was left alone with her shame. Not much later, as she fitfully dozed, she felt a coarse rubbing on her body. When she opened her eyes she could see the form of the first man, still naked. He was rubbing a wet handkerchief over her body, cleaning the sticky dried cum from her skin methodically and evenly, making her clean again. She tried to say something but he put a finger to his lips, then to hers. When she was finally, totally clean, he lifted her and carried her to the master bedroom and laid her down on the sumptuous blankets. Putting her horizontally on the bed with her legs at the edge, he knelt before her pussy. "Funny, you know, after all that work-" he kissed her aching clit, drawing an inadvertent moan from her- "It ends up being dinner for one." He began to make slow love to her with his tongue, running it all the way from her soaked rosebud to her clit, kissing her thighs, teasing her endlessly, his tongue a light and flickering presence that drove her endlessly wild over and over again. Finally, slipping a finger gently into her tender rosebud, he let her rise up and up- her voice rising like an opera singer's- until she cried out and came, and came, and came, every event of that night culminating in a pinnacle of pleasure that drew her to the edge of her ability to feel. The next morning they rose early, before the rest of the lazy men stirred to wakefulness, and he walked her to the gate. He gave her a kiss on the lips- the only one she had gotten in this whole ordeal, she realized suddenly, with a certain horror- and wrapped her in a beautiful blanket to replace her ruined dress and underclothes. Then he slapped her on the ass and sent her on her way. She walked a little in the slush, and then remembering what she had come for, she turned and shouted, "Don't I even get a little food, you bastard?" The door opened. He tossed something out, winked, and slammed the door again. She looked down. It was a carrot. Dinnertime Ch. 02 From Part One... After what seemed an eternity of soft wet lips against her inside thigh, she felt Gill lift her mouth off her skin, then after a slight pause a tongue flicked her lips...OHHHHHH that felt good. Her hands found Gill's hair and she ran her fingers through it, pulling her in close. Gill's tongue flicked over her clitoris, her lips were sucked on and all too quickly she felt her orgasm on the rise...she wrapped her fingers in Gill's hair tightly now, holding her in place....ohhhhhh....she was going to cummm....mmmmmmmm.....and then her orgasm exploded inside her...she had never had another like it -- she let out a deep throated moan of pleasure as she climaxed, still holding Gill tightly to make sure she made the most of this indescribable pleasure...[to be continued] * * * * * Gill started to kiss her way up Theresa's body as Theresa's orgasm subsided...lips on her tummy,her nipples, her neck, then finding her mouth. She could taste herself on Gill's lips, and it was one of the most erotic sensations she'd ever experienced. Fraught with passion, bodies still touching each other, Theresa lost herself in the kiss. She was never sure afterwards how long their lips were dancing with each other, but she cherished every second. Gill pulled away and looked her in the eye... "You don't need to do anything for me if you don't want to my angel," she said...Theresa kissed her again; "You don't get off that easy," she said with a sensuous smile. Theresa directed Gill onto her back then began kissing her neck, hands following the gentle curves of Gill's body. Gill gently caressed Theresa's back and her neck as she began to kiss her way down her lovers' body. Theresa's lips made their way up the soft rise of Gill's breasts then she began to lick and suck her lover's nipples. Her hands were caressing Gill's body as her tongue caressed her, and Gill's hands were running gently over Theresa's hair. Theresa got up on her knees, and began to play with Gill's breasts, at times gently squeezing them, others running her fingertips over the skin and all the while watching Gill's eyes, which held pleasure and great affection... Theresa moved down the bed a little and shifted her legs to kneel between Gill's, gently moving her knees apart and lifting them. She kissed Gill's knee, then began to slowly work her way down towards paradise a kiss at a time. She was getting closer to Gill's lips...and as she did she ran the tip of her tongue just around the edges, exciting a moan from her. Unable to wait any longer, she ran her tongue along her wetness, then started to flick across Gill's clitoris -- just the sort of thing she liked herself...Gill's hands reached down and held her head in place firmly...it was amazing...sucking lips, clit, running her tongue over Gill and tasting her..Theresa had never experienced anything like it and she loved it... Gill's breath was coming in gasps now, and she was pressing her hips upwards, rubbing her pussy over Theresa's mouth...Theresa was enjoying this and knew what was coming...Gill took a couple of deep breaths, then pushed up with her hips, grasping Theresa's head tight and holding her in place...she let out a groan of pleasure, gasping loudly at the end of it. As her orgasm subsided, she gently eased back down onto the bed, then lifted Theresa's head so that she could see her face... "That was amazing," she whispered... "Now come here and let me kiss you..." The two women lay down beside each other and embraced, bodies pressed together, breasts touching, and hands gently caressing. In the darkness of the room they dozed off for a while...it must have been an hour before Theresa awoke next to Gill's sleeping form. She began to kiss Gill gently on her lips and cheeks...Gill stirred in her sleep and then slowly began to wake, a soft smile forming on her lips as she did so even before her eyes began to open. As she gradually woke, she began to kiss Theresa, then rolled her new lover onto her back and lay gently on top of her. The kisses were more passionate this time, more..forceful...seemed like the right word. Theresa was wrapped in a cascade of sensation; Gill's breasts against her own, their tongues entwined, Gill's hand exploring her body again -- sometimes caressing her skin, sometimes busy inside her... Gill moved with more urgency...she began to get up, pausing only to hold Theresa's face to her breasts to suck on her nipples, then she got up on her knees and moved to straddle Theresa, kneeling over the top of her chest. She got up on her knees, reached down to grasp Theresa's head in her hands, then slowly, firmly, lifted Theresa's face towards her waiting pussy. She was wet...turned on so quickly this evening... Theresa started to lick, but it was different this time. Gill was almost grinding her pussy into Theresa's face, and with surprise, Theresa realised that she loved it -- this lady, her lover, taking charge as she was... Gill's hips were moving back and forth and she was gasping with each movement... "Mmmmmm..." she moaned... "Ohhhhh...I'm going to cummm...." True to her word she began to cry out with her orgasm, but she kept moving over Theresa's face until her legs began to feel weaker with the pleasure....she moved away from Theresa, then kissed her and began to lick her own taste off her lovers' lips. "We must do this again sometime" said Theresa with a wink as they settled into each others' arms to sleep the night away... Dinnertime Truth or Dare Briskly silencing the shrill cry, I cocooned myself deeper within my duvet and listened to the rain's soporific beat drum seductively against the pre-dawn blackened window-pane. A few seconds' thought was all it took to decide me that today I would enjoy a day of guilty pleasure avoiding the rigours of work. I reset my snoozing alarm clock for 9:30am, a time when I knew my secretary would be behind her desk, contemplating my whereabouts. 9:30 seemed upon me as soon as I'd closed my eyes, but the rain had stopped and my window was bright. When I'd subdued the jangling alarm, I felt refreshed and, pleasingly, horny. I slipped one hand into my boxers and felt the soft, hot skin of my cock inflamed in a hard erection, aroused by a pleasant dream that had been frustratingly banished by my second wake-up call. Letting my fingers linger in my boxers, I reached for my phone and dialled my secretary, a dippy blonde bombshell for whom I'd long harboured a secret sexual fantasy. She answered immediately, and my excuses began while I rubbed my cock. "I'm afraid I won't be in today; I've woken up feeling stiff and very hot. Can you let everyone know please?" After spending a pleasant hour dozing and touching myself, mentally undressing and fucking my secretary, I turned on the computer and logged into Literotica Chat. It would be a fun way to pass the morning, meeting random faceless people and revealing intimate secrets to strangers. A conversation was soon ignited with a delectable-sounding young lady - Amanda, a PHD student - who shared residence of the same city as me. We gelled immediately and, feeling playful, I suggested a game of truth or dare. Sexual secrets surrendered and pornographic pictures peddled, my heart skipped a beat when Amanda dared me to take her out to dinner that evening. I'm not one to turn down a dare. Freshly showered and scented, I worried around the restaurant entrance around the corner from my flat gripping a rose, nervous and excited. A hand on my bum alerted me to her arrival and I turned to feel her lips on mine, immediately aroused. Amanda looked even more fabulous in the flesh than on-screen, and having seen her naked in photos that morning, I was easily able to undress her in my mind. As I slipped my hand over her ass, she turned, took my hand and led me into the restaurant. We headed for a table in the corner and got tucked into aperitifs. Conversation came easily, then after a while she leaned over the table and, taking my hand, slipped something into my palm. "A treat for you," said Amanda. Looking down, I saw that I was holding a small black remote and looked at her with a puzzled expression. She just smiled back at me. Touching the remote button, I saw her tense suddenly, breathing in sharply, closing her eyes and slowly tilting her head back with a growing smile. Realisation sprang upon me then... a remote vibrator hidden in her underwear. She brought herself under control and looked at me sternly until I turned it off. She shuddered and smiled again. "Now, you're only allowed to use that for one minute every time you complete a dare!" Of course, I chose a dare immediately. So when the waitress came to take our order, I had to ask what things on the menu acted as an aphrodisiac. She laughed and I had to say, "But, seriously...?" And when she mentioned asparagus, I had to order it for my starter, by which time the poor girl had reddened and could hardly look at either of us. I didn't use my one minute straight away, but waited until the waitress came back with the wine. Tapping the remote, I said, "Amanda will try the wine!" and I hardened again, watched her struggling to control herself and concentrate as she held the stem of the glass and swirled it, sniffing the wine. The dinner passed all too quickly in a swirl of naughtiness. During the main course, I dared Amanda to go to the ladies' and remove her knickers, depositing them into my coat pocked as she came past me. I hadn't forgotten about the little vibrator, and told her that I wanted it inside her for the rest of the meal. She got up and did it without a moment's hesitation, slipping the little lacy bundle into my pocket discreetly as she returned. I put my hand into the pocket and felt the soft material, finding a wet patch on it, muttering, "Dare too please." "I take it you've found the wet patch?" she quizzed. I nodded. "Well, wet your fingers on it, then lick them off in front of me." I obeyed without question, flicking on the vibrator as my fingers touched my lips. Although I wasn't still hungry by that time, I ordered chocolate mousse for pudding. Because of a dare, her shoeless foot was rubbing my crotch as the order was taken. When it arrived, I knew I couldn't eat it there and then. At that point, she chose a dare. With one hand I pulled her still damp knickers from my pocket, hiding them under the tablecloth. With the other hand, I dipped two fingers into my mousse and brought them under the tablecloth too, smearing the creamy chocolate on the inside of the crotch of her knickers. I passed them too her underneath the table and told her to put them on so I could save my dessert for later. She took them, looked at them, smiling, then handed them back under the table. "Only if you do a dare too," she said. "That's not part of the rules!" I objected. "Well," she said, "if you want to lick your chocolate mousse off my pussy in 10 minutes, you'd better learn to adapt." Of course, I couldn't resist, so she laid out her dare. "Go to the gents," she whispered, leaning across the table so I could see straight down her cleavage, "and think of licking that mousse off my shaved pussy. As you do, I want you to wank into the crotch of them. After that, I'll put them back on and I'll let you take me home and lick me." I stood up and, flicking on the remote of the vibrator buried inside her, I said, "Well, you'd better ask them to bring the bill then..."