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Everytime

Sometimes you just need to take a break from everything and fuck a little. Or a lot.

Lost in it

Formal dinner. Ann is the main dish.

My man, my partner is in charge, he has wanted to do this for a long time. White table cloths, ten invited guests, men and women, all dressed up, drinks are served. He has given them the guidelines. I am naked, ankles and wrists tied to the corners. It is like musical chairs, everyone changes position every ten minutes. Everyone has a basting brush. They can only touch me with the basting brush until my first orgasm. The brushes brush my nipples, and especially my smooth bare pussy. I feel so incredibly alive, aware of every touch. I hear someone say that my juices taste very good on the chicken. All kinds of comments. “I hope there’s some breast left for me.” “Succulent.” “Tender and juicy.” No one refers to me as Ann, just as “the centerpiece”, or “the main course” or “the dish”. IT doesn’t take long before I am trembling, shifting my hips and gasping, aching to cum. Finally I cum. Then they can start using their hands. Their tongues. Plates are cleared and people climb on the table. I am delirious with orgasms, a wreck. My head is bent over the end of the table. A cock enters my mouth, I suck and swallow. A pussy. When it’s over he has to carry me upstairs. Puts me in the bath. I am in heaven.

(It really is one of his favorite fantasies. He has exhibitionist fantasies where I am the exhibition. All kinds of them. And of course I have a deep exhibitionist impulse. I love this fantasy. I do have a vivid fantasy life.)

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