Fine Dining - Sex Stories

Fine Dining

... chillies and the tobasco combined to inflame her sensitive parts. Smirking wickedly, the older man, the Producer, bathed two of his fingers in the remaining sauce on her belly and then pushed both of them into her snatch, grinding her clit with his thumb at the same time. Seconds later, this hugely increased dose of superheating irritants caused her to shout and scream out loudly, exploding uncontrollably into an intense orgasm as the raging fire engulfed her whole pelvis. Her body arched and shook, straining hard against the restraints as the mighty orgasm enveloped her. Spasm after spasm rocked her to the core until a little relief came as she squirted powerfully, washing out some of the sauce and soaking the end of the table. Concerned for her pet, Athena picked a phallic shaped piece of ice from a fresh champagne bucket that had come with the food. Prepared specifically for this purpose, she slid it slowly into Chloe’s tunnel to quench the seemingly inexhaustible flames of irritation. However, the contrast of the welcome cooling against the towering inferno she had just experienced served only to tip Chloe into a second wave of powerful, all consuming, orgasm. She screamed loudly and again fought intensely against the restraints, squirting prolifically for a second coming, before finally collapsing with exhaustion. Athena reached round to locate a pot of yoghurt from the food trolley which she emptied into her palm before liberally smearing Chloe’s perineum with it, and ...

... pushing it up her tunnel. When the girl calmed down she released the restraints and let her sit up. Down below, Ross suddenly became aware that his cock ring was vibrating gently with a low rumbling frequency. The vibrations made his already chronically erect penis even tighter. A few seconds later his arse twitched as well. His time was certainly coming. “Come on Ross,” murmured Lina softly in his ear, “they will want you next.” “Oh yes, the kit has woken up,” he breathed as waves of carnal longing flowed through him, “I am getting very horny indeed!” Suddenly, the trap door opened and the hook came down. Lina quickly put a collar round Ross’s neck, whilst one of the Chinese girls strapped cuffs to his wrists and ankles. “My name is Zhenzhen,” she whispered, “We are coming too, but first we have to finish getting you ready!” A belt went around his waist as he was strung up by the hook. Then a hood went over his head cutting out all light. In the darkness he felt soft hands on his pelvis as his bum was pulled backwards forcing his weight onto his arms. Other hands opened his legs wide apart, playfully squeezing his balls afterwards. “Thwack...Thwack...” Stinging blows from what he assumed were two dressage whips with large flat paddles suddenly landed unannounced on his cheeks. From the giggling he heard coming from behind he realised it was Zhenzhen and Xiulan who were giving him a synchronised beating. “Count them,” a Chinese voice ordered. “One...two...three...” he counted ...