The Dessert Cart

The Dessert Cart by VK
You are telling the story of your wildest night of sex, and teasing yourself as you tell it.
[MMMMFFFF] [Rape] [nyotaimori--Foodplay] [Frame Narrative] [Female Audio Script]

"So, you want to hear about my wildest night of sex? You’re going to love this. I told you that I took it on a dare and became a nyotaimori model for a bit. So, this was a fancy dinner in a townhouse uptown and  I was wheeled in as the dessert cart. You heard me right. I was the cart.  petit fors lined my thighs, a small bowl of chocolate mousse sat in the v of my legs, my arms were lined with all sorts of cookies, and on my belly, sat a chocolate-chocolate mousse cake with hazelnut icing. Around my body were grapes, sliced kiwi, bananas, and a dozen other fruits and wrapped around my wrists and ankles were black licorice whips. There were about ten people, 5 couples and they were all really good-looking.

 Hands poked and prodded me, and it excited me even more than I already was, but I did not flinch. Not when they were taking pieces of cake from my chest and not even when the chocolate dip got popular. The headwaiter had to change the bowl and when he did, the guests commented on how wet I was...then about how flushed I suddenly became. The way they spoke of me. I was just an object to them. An actual piece of the furniture and I had to stifle my moans. For that is what I loved about this job.

This was a ravenous crowd and they seemed to want to strip me bare. The hands and mouths on me just multiplied and then I couldn't hold back. They laughed at my moaning too and started grabbing more of me than the food.  One woman began pulling on my nipples, before bending to kiss me, a strawberry in her teeth.  She bit my tongue as we shared it in a fruity kiss.  A man took the empty (again) mousse container away and began slicking a slice of peach in my juices, and someone else unwinded some of the licorice and started whipping me.

 I felt like I was losing my mind, trying to keep still, to be the object I had been trained to be...but I let out a sad moan when the woman took her mouth away, laughing, and the man switched to teasing my cunt with an unpeeled banana.  I was supposed to be done when the desserts were gone, but no one had come to get me. Part of me was glad and part of me was scared. Then the banana entered me roughly.  I must've jumped because the woman's voice came in my ear,

“Shhhh...calm down, girl. We're having you for dessert and that's that."

I started to reply, but she pressed her fingers to my lips and squeezed a nipple.  Realizing what it meant...that I was giving in to this...giving myself to this roomful of strangers...I let myself moan out loud and push my hips up to meet the banana's strokes.

(Are my hips moving? Mmm…I do sort of have itchy britches right now. You’re enjoying my story too, aren’t you?)

I had my training to rely on for the first part of the evening and I still tried to maintain my...detachment from events during the second. I was reminded of a Virginia Woolf quote on the wall above my bed:

 “The inner life has its soft and gentle beauty; an abstract formlessness as well as a subtle charm. I often consider myself as a figure in a foggy painting: faltering lines, insecure distances, and a merging of greys and blacks. An emotion or a mood - a mere wisp of color - is shaded off and made to spread until it becomes one with all that surrounds it.”

 I felt like “a figure in a foggy painting” earlier, but not so much when the woman lifted up her dress and squatted over my head, rubbing her cunt over my mouth. The taste was acrid, but the emotion as I slurped at her nethers was pure submission.   I hardly noticed when the banana stopped its motion. Not until I heard the sound of belts being undone and trousers coming down. My view as obscured so I could not see the men lining up.
  I felt my thighs pushed apart and a head come between them. I almost came right then, when his mouth began working on me and my excited moaning and gasping produced an echo in the woman atop me.   Then the head and mouth were gone and I made a sad sound that turned into a long moan as a large cock entered me.

Just thinking about it now, I can't stop touching myself.

I heard the man and the woman kissing each other as they had their ways with me and felt myself yearning for that feeling. I think I worked on the woman’s pussy with more passion after that and soon I felt and heard her orgasm which set the man off, and he pumped his cum deep inside me.
  I was in the middle of my own orgasm when another man entered me. This one lay full on me, as the woman had dismounted. He held me by the throat as he humped me madly...it was fast and hard and his tongue forced its way into my mouth as he seemed to want to consume me. I don't usually multiple and never so quickly...I think I lost a little time because I felt a different man enter my and begin to chew on my nipples.


(God, talking about this night always does this to me. You don't mind if I play with myself a bit as I keep telling you the story, do you?"
  <laugh> Of course you don't. And I love putting on a good show for you, so....")

 The next man wanted to fuck me doggy style, so they pulled me up, turned me over and put me on my hands and knees on the low table. I felt all the cum dripping out of me and down my legs. Then I had a man's cock in my mouth and my cunt at the same time and it was...oh, it was good. It was better than good and I know it was this side of rape but...I like that sometimes.

  The man behind was slapping my ass red and the one in front had my hair in his hands and was trying to choke me with his cock. And all the while hands roved over my body, stroking my breasts, my legs, even sucking on my toes at one point. Men, women, guest, staff, I don't even know who touched me… fondled me… explored me…used me.

 Oh, and they called me all the things I love to hear: slut, whore, slavegirl, and fucktoy.   I lost count of how many times I came. I would get close...closer...almost there and then there would be a change and it was like I was being edged. <chuckle> Edged by DP.

 (Mmmmmm..ahhh! <excited moaning>)

 That's when it happened. I was so...so close...and as I swallowed cum and felt my cunt getting soaked anew, I was nervous about what was coming next. Nervous, but looking forward to it-- Then the new man behind me put his cock in my ass. When I cleaned up later I found out he used olive oil and I was glad. I gasped in surprise and the man in front of me took that opportunity to push his cock in my open mouth and all the way down my throat.
I was trying to breathe so I barely noticed the man getting under me and putting his cock in my cunt. But that feeling!  Being Spit-roasted had gotten blasé if you can believe that. This was the first time I had three cocks in me and it was….  It was glorious! I’ve never been so lost in my arousal.
They were rough with me too, in just the right ways. The man behind me slapped my ass and legs, the man below me slapped my tits and the man in front of me slapped my face...and all the while they were driving their hard cocks deep into me, completely and utterly filling me.  I felt so used. So aroused... The other partygoers stood around the table, sipping drinks and watching. A few were still putting their hands and mouths on me…
  This was the one that blew my head off. It had been building and this was some sort of overload and I came so hard, so big, I saw lights, I heard music, I heard silence and it vaulted past that, when all three of them, nearly simultaneously filled me with their cum.

  (improvise to orgasm or not)

 I actually passed out and when I came to, I was lying on my stomach, cum pooled around me, mixed with crushed fruit. I was stretched, bruised, bitten and sore. I was also curiously content. The partygoers had moved to the living room and left me there and I didn't mind. I was grateful when the headwaiter reappeared with a robe and escorted me back to the dressing room.

  "And that's the story of the wildest sex I ever had. It does need a better title, though. "A Figure in a Foggy Painting" or "The Dessert Cart"