I don’t think it’ll come as any surprise to any of you that Miss didn’t bathe us last night, and we slept still covered in the dried cum. In fact it wasn’t until after breakfast that she led us upstairs to the bathroom and had us wash each other while she watched. The boy got very excited as our hands got all over each other’s wet bodies, though back in his cage there really wasn’t anything to be done about it.
Anyway, I’m jumping ahead; breakfast itself was very interesting indeed.
Our boxes were waiting on the table as we walked into the kitchen, each containing a large and juicy strawberry. One at a time Miss picked them up, lifted her skirt, and drew the fruit up between her pussy lips before handing them to us. “Enjoy” she smiled as she sat ready to be served.
It was a strange combination of flavours, but not actually unpleasant, and definitely very sensuous. Here I am, a straight girl, describing how a woman feeding me from her pussy is sensuous; maybe I’m not so straight after all; or maybe it’s just this continuous submissive rush I have throughout all of this. I can’t tell right now.
All the same, breakfast continued with Miss feeding us things which had been on or in her or each other’s bodies. She actually went so far as to fuck me with a banana then let us take turns having a bite, and when it came to the leftover cereal she gave us, first she jerked the boy off into it and mixed it through. I cant claim I enjoyed eating that; or my tongue didn’t anyway; but I can tell you that my pussy enjoyed every second.
At one point, as I was bending over the table, she reached under me and smeared some chocolate spread over my nipple. As I stood up she leaned in and sucked it off. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something about that suck was different to how people have usually sucked on my nipples in the past. Her lips and tongue were all over, carefully cleaning off every trace. She sat back and removed her top, spreading some onto both of her nipples and looking up at us both. Already stood on each side of her, we both brought our lips to one nipple and began to suck.
Over the next little while she continued adding smears of sauce over her body, encouraging each of us to lick and suck on her ears, neck, lips, breasts, toes. Then she introduced some syrup, and began leaving marks on each of us too. “Hannah, the chocolate sauce is yours. Anywhere it goes, you go. Boy the same goes for you and the syrup.” She didn’t give us any rest from travelling all over her body, and a fair bit over each others’ too. Before we even finished with one smear she would have made another.
Finally, with us both busy on her nipples again, she spread a large swathe of syrup through my pussy, and of chocolate sauce through hers. Before long I was on my knees between her legs, eagerly slurping up the delicious treat, the boy shoving his face between my cheeks and lips to get at his. With her hands in my hair she held me there way after I was finished with the chocolate, grinding as I obediently lisked and sucked on her clit.
It’s hardly surprising that neither of us had a huge appetite for lunch, but after we finished serving Miss she had us help rearrange some furniture. We moved the kitchen table to the middle of the living room, clearing the space all around it. Once both of us were lying out on it, Miss’ visitors began to arrive again. I saw some familiar faces, but most of them new. As each walked in they came over, and started to cover our bodies in some food they had brought. I had sushi making one thigh cold, and cucumber sandwiches on the other. I saw canapes heading for the boy, and couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of playing hoopla with onion rings and his cock.
Every body part other than my face ended up with some food or other on it, including breadsticks between my breasts, and a dollop of hummus on one nipple, though it didn’t stay quite there for too long before spreading down my whole breast.
With drink flowing, music playing, and conversation everywhere, I was feeling some deja vu from two days ago where I was made into an ornament. Today wasn’t quite the same, though, as when various body parts were cleared, the guests would begin to toy with me. Quite a few girls and guys came to lick the “last” of the hummus off my breast, and plenty of them used the breadsticks to tease my nipples and clit.
Dessert was much colder. Fresh fruit, sugar, meringue, sprinkles, syrup, sauce, and whipped cream were spread all over my body, and the guests really had a field day, some with spoons but most with fingers or their tongues. Once the fruit was gone, it was just a frenzy of lips and tongues licking and slurping the remaining cream and sugar from every crevice of my body.
Being the centre of attention feels amazing.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e8dszh/advent_kinkendar_december_9th_ffm
Thank you can’t wait for tomorrow.