Thanks for the Treat

I was forever a shy teenager who’d gotten more than expected attention from boys for my gorgeous body under those sweats. Fairly tall at 5’11”, strawberry blonde waves and a 34C over a 24inch waist with an applebottom (my nickname with friends) didn’t distract me enough to pursue my education very very seriously and I’d had no time left for a boyfriend. After graduation, I landed my first real job as a teacher and went out boozing mid week to celebrate with my best friend Annie. Before leaving home, she’d emotionally blackmailed me to promise I’d let go of my inhibitions for the night if I cared for her, though the night had been pretty tame. It was late, I wasn’t very drunk yet and Annie being the wild child she is was having her go at some stranger on the dance floor. As I sat fiddling with my drink at the bar, a tall sharply dressed man plopped on the seat beside me. “So, you ready for it?” he looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. I gave him a sharp stare and said nothing,that sounded shady as hell. But then the man nodded his head towards the dancing Annie and repeated “You must’ve heard of it?” which is when it hit me Annie might’ve set me up for some wild dares. Feeling quite reckless before my mundane job routine began, I replied “Yeah, I’m up for it”. I must’ve been hit up more than I thought, for I signed a document he conjured up the next instant. It looked legal enough and I was waiving off rights to press charges for what I was partaking would result to but I figured it was just some part of a kinky game.

I blacked out after that.

When I came to, I found myself hanging halfway from the floor with my wrists tied together above my head and my legs pulled up and tied below my knees and my ankle from another rope in the ceiling. I was so positioned that my most intimate parts were spread and opened, if not for the ribbons. Yes, I was wearing nothing but ribbons. A red ribbon ran across my nipples tied to a bow in the middle of my chest and several crisscrossed and met at another huge bow between my legs. I could see myself in all my glory on the huge tv screens lined up on both the walls on my side. There was a closed ornate door facing me and I seemed to be in some kind of a big ballroom. My arms were strained, causing my breasts to taut and perk up and I could feel myself getting aroused by my weird situation.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and swarms of tuxes fill the room. All look like rich and refined old men in suits and black silk eye masks. A middle aged man comes forward and taps his fork on his glass and every murmur dies down. “Gentlemen, we welcome you to our monthly meeting to present you Hailey.” Applause.“ The procurement this month has been especially difficult, with the combinations the lottery came up with but Hailey here is strawberry blonde, perfect in vitals, shaved and a virgin. So, let the feast begin. Mr. G, you won the Hors d’oeuvre so, please open the gift.” A lean man in salt n pepper hair comes straight to me and pulls the ribbon between my legs. “This is hard Harvy, the ribbons soaking.” He laughs throatily. A personal butler is standing close by him with a plate of what seems like finger food in his hand. The older gentleman suddenly pushes his entire index finger into my vagina as I shudder and yelp in surprise. Everybody laughs and he pulls it out and licks the entire finger off before biting in a finger pie from his plate. “Delicious”.

I see black tuxes all around me as random men come and dip their fingers into my soaking wet pussy by now, all the while chatting amongst themselves and eating as if this is a normal party. A few put two fingers in, few thrust them in and out some rub my labia and clit and many eat directly with their mouth…their tongues lapping and sucking my juices as they try to probe deep into my pinkness.

“Maincourse, gentlemen. Remember not to open the second ribbon yet.” In the meantime, two butlers have pulled a lever which made me hanging horizontally with my arms and legs stretched out on the same plane. My head was supported by a soft leather padded headrest jutting from the wall on my back and the butlers had smeared sauces and jus on my torso and legs, leaving my breasts untouched, and placed food on my entire body. Men came and licked and sucked and nibbled food off me, while I almost gave way to exhaustion. Soon it was time for desserts, though.

“To the sweet ending now. She had been administered the hormone supplements earlier, so, Mr. M, would you do the honours?” A burly gentleman with a shock of white hair came forward and tugged at the ribbon on my chest. He gently put his mouth on my right nipple and twirled his tongue over my areola before giving a strong suck. His stubble tickled me but I became aware of a new sensation in my boobs…I was lactating! Milk was coming out as he went on sucking. One by one, they came. Some put syrup on my nipples and sucked through it, some put cherries and bit on them. I lost count and drifted off soon.

When I opened my eyes, I was sleeping on my bed in my room. It all felt like a dream beside the fact that I was naked under my covers and there was a fat envelope sitting on my desk with 50,000$ in cash and a brief letter with “Thanks for the treat.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5yepsb/thanks_for_the_treat

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