It was dimly lit inside. At first glance it looked like any formal cocktail party—people in black standing around or mingling, drinking and picking snacks off trays. A second glance revealed that the tray bearers were naked, and festooned with additional tidbits on their bodies—women with fruit or whipped cream on their breasts and males with little sausages hanging off their cocks. Guests leaned in or bent down to nibble food and body parts. The servers were clearly aroused by the interactions. Cocks were thick and swollen, and nipples stood tall, hard and proud. There was a definite erotic buzz going through the crowd.
On closer inspection, instead of suits and little black dresses, the black-clad guests were in cut away leather with spikes and chains, and a few had human pets on leashes. This seemed to be a special status symbol, and Twylla delighted in showing me off.
At the back of the room there were buffet tables set up under red lights. Some held only traditional platters of food, but others also featured a naked man or woman spread-eagled and bound on a large lazy susan, and adorned with edibles. Twylla led me to a table that was partly set with bowls of peach halves, sliced cherries, whipped cream, and syrups. The table was labeled DESSERTS and had manacles attached for someone's wrists and ankles—mine, I realized, with a mixture of dread and longing.
Twylla looked around. "There should be an appetizer table," she said.
"Van Dyke! Don't you look sumptuous?" boomed a large-breasted woman with short blonde-gray hair—really short. Like crew cut short. "And THIS is sweet," she added, looking me up and down. "Life is short, Twill. Eat dessert first. Forget the appetizer."
"Donna. I love what you've done with your hair," Twylla replied. "Thank you, she is sweet. Would you like a taste?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Donna gazed at my exposed labia and licked hee lips. "I'd love a little nibble."
Twylla offered her hand to help me step up onto the low table. I laid down on it, splaying my arms and legs. My head hung off the table, and Twylla lifted it onto a little pull-out shelf just for that purpose. Then Twylla bound my limbs in place and I was helpless. She ladled peaches over my breasts and my hard nipples raised themselves above the syrup. She sprayed a mound of whipped cream under the entrance to my cunt and I felt myself dripping into it.
This thrilled Donna. She spun the lazy susan to bring my spread legs to her mouth, bent and licked up a dollop of Cindy and cream, lathered my clit with it, and licked it off. I have to admit, it felt amazingly good, if a little sticky. "Oh, she's delicious! Such a delicate bouquet." Donna began to root in my pussy, sucking and eating.
She was only the first. I was rotated back and forth, my naked body spinning to bring my tits or pussy to a hungry mouth, where I was casually tasted, licked, and nibbled. It was strange and exciting to have my body available to strangers, to be drizzled with syrup and have it licked off, or just to have some part of me sucked on while I lay bound and helpleaa. It was getting me hot.
But nowhere near cumming.
Until Twylla proudly introduced my mouth to Max. Max took my head in one large hand, supporting it while he slid the shelf back in, then lowered my head until it was hanging off the table. He spread a little chocolate syrup on his enormous cock, topped it with a dollop of whipped cream, and fed it slowly into my mouth, so I could eat the sweetness off, bit my bit. I'd never tasted chocolate cream dick before. It wasn't bad.
As I licked and sucked the sticky syrup off his dick, Max's already respectably thick member swelled and enlarged until it barely fit in my mouth. It was huge. I began to feel real heat in my loins. Max settled into place, at Twyulla's urging, and worked that giant schlong all the way down my throat. He grunted in satisfaction, completely filling me. Then he was off, really fucking my face and throat, with deep, ponderous thrusts.
His cock pressed deep against the back of my throat, making me gag up wet strings of saliva, turning my throat into a hot, slippery passage for his staggering length and girth, and bringing tears to my eyes. I could breathe only on the out-strokes. My throat was completely full of Max when he plunged deep. I was quivering with sexual arousal. My mouth had never been fucked so thoroughly or completely. I was in full cock worship mode.
A line of women formed at my cunt, taking turns spreading my pussy with sweets and eating me out. With Max pumping his massive tool down my throat, the sensations on my clit rose to a new level, and I climaxed, a new sensation with my arms and legs tied down.
I came again as each new mouth ate me, panting around that monster dick that was reaming my throat. Everyone wanted to taste my orgasms. I was shuddering with climax after climax. I was close to blacking out when Max thrust home with a ram, his balls on my nose, and shot his massive load, shooting thick ropes of cum deep down my throat. I gurgled, unable to scream, as semen filled my throat, my mouth, and began to dribble out my nose. Someone was eating my pussy and I convulsed in an cataclysmic orgasm, straining against the ties on my wrists and ankles. I passed out for a timeless moment.
Twylla was supporting my head. I was coughing up a foamy mixture of throat slime and Max cum. Hands were unbinding my limbs. "She's fabulous," someone said quietly. There was a general murmur of agreement. "I hope I didn't overdo her," rumbled Max apologetically.
"I'm sure she loved it," Twylla snapped, helping me up.
I belched involuntarily, then began to wipe the snot and cum off my face and suck it into my mouth. "I did," I said, smiling gamely and swallowing. "Thank you, Max," I nodded to the cluster of dykes at my feet, "ladies. That was spectacular."
There was a sustained burst of applause, which made me feel really good for some reason. Twylla bent her lips to my ear. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered. "Now I'm going to take you home and fuck you properly."
And she did. She held my hand on the limo ride back, stroking my forehead, then laid me tenderly on her big, round bed, lowered her pussy onto my face, sucked my clit into her warm, welcoming mouth, and worked a large vibrator as far into my cunt as it would go. Then she turned the vibrator on. Oh my god. We sucked and licked each other in a passionate frenzy, and she worked a finger in and out of my ass. I was buzzing in my ass, my cunt, my clit, and my mouth, all at once. I bucked and came, again and again. And then I did pass out, into a deep dreamless sleep.
I woke to sunlight streaming in through opened curtains, the furry feeling of too much pussy on my tongue, my throat sore from Max's gargantuan organ being stuffed down it, and the inviting smell of dark roast coffee. It was Sunday morning. What a weekend! Twylla, Delta Pi, Lonni, Lonni and Twylla together, then the Dom Ball… I felt like a cum sponge. It felt pretty good, actually. I was a popular gal.