Dinner is Served

A gluttonous array of fare laid out before you, you’ve been waiting and are ready to eat, but in a curious turn of events all of the other guests just faded away. You sit there, alone. A hunger growls from a carnal place inside you, far more prevalent then the one in your stomach, an ache deep inside your bones, and you know why the guests aren’t there. You, and the growing pressure against the front of your pants, excitedly peer around the room. The tingle in your skin, electric coursing through your nerves.

“Are we back in your head, my dear?” you ask, the hunger and excitement throbbing throughout your body.
Straining against the deafening silence in the large dining room for the desire fueled need for you, that you love about my voice.

“Nice place,” I whisper into your ear, followed by a lingering kiss on the delicate flesh just below it, on your neck. Goosebumps creep over you as my arms slip around your neck, then chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt along the way. I pull it back over your shoulders and let it slip away, a slow reveal of your naked back. Warm, dewy lips trailing kisses down your neck and across your shoulders. Ravenous hands run over your arms and chest, and you can feel my need for you stinging your flesh through my finger tips. “You know this is my favorite part, when you join me in these fantasies, and I can have you whenever and wherever I please.”

I come around from behind you, your eyes are instantly glued to the familiar view of nakedness before you.
Standing between your legs, I lean in and press my tongue between your lips. Instinctively your mouth encloses around mine in a slow, deliberate hello.
It’s been a little while since we’ve been alone like this. Too long.

I flick at the button and drag down the zipper of your pants, you cooperatively lift your ass as I pull them down. Your hard, eager, cock instantly springing free from it’s cell. A quick, teasing flick from my tongue across the tip, as I slip the vexatious fabric over your knees and let them fall to the floor. Exposing the magnificent, raw form of you before me. My sexy, irresistible, man.

Hands pressed against the top of the polished oak dinning table, and I slide up to a seated position before you . My gaze holding captive the edacious look in your eyes. You pull your chair closer and grip my hips with your strong hands. I lay back before you, spread open.
My hair lands in the gravy boat, an elbow in cranberry sauce, and my bare ass spilled the dish of sweet potatoes and is slick with brown sugar and marshmallow.
We will definitely be having dessert before dinner.

Without hesitation your tongue plunges deep inside me, lashing the inner walls of my pussy with an insatiable greed. Twirling and stroking the tender folds, savoring the taste of me on your tongue as you suckle my clit.
Fingers spread the cream soak flesh and burrow inside me. One hands fingers dig into the hard wood and one hand grips your head as my back arches and I thrust myself against your face. Head back and nose wrinkled; loud, careless moans escape my lips and echo throughout the room. My body trembles as the saliva from your bathing tongue mix with the drippings of the dam you burst inside me, creating a hot, slippery pool between my legs.

You stand, unable to contain your desire any longer. Your exigence obvious in the throbbing of your cock as you stand before me. Your thighs pressing into mine forcing my legs open wider, your hands gently gripping the pliable flesh of my calves and you wrap my legs around you.

Your lips ravenously take in mine in deep, relentless kiss.
The thick head of your cock nestled between drenched folds of the sultry entrance leading to the chasm you lust for. Your hands full, kneading into plump, full breasts.

The urge to bury yourself deep inside me overcomes you and the entirety of your rigid shaft plunges into the void, stretching the tight muscle wide as it encompasses your solid rod.

You thrust your thick meat into my tight hole, again and again, unyielding to the resistance tightening down around you. Hammering away, internal bruising causing exquisite bursts of pain to course through my veins. The sound of your hips smacking into my ass ringing through my ears. The death grip you have on my hips as you leverage yourself for the battering, a steady feverish pounding.

Quivering, swollen walls bearing down around you and you can feel I’m about to explode around you. Heightened sense lost to the sensations and heat as the pressure erupt around you. Slick waves of wet ecstasy coat you and drip down your leg. Your cocks distention at capacity, ready to burst.

You yank me off the table and bend me over the edge.
You bite my ass and lick the mashed marshmallow off.
Your hands grip my ass cheeks and spread them open before you, you slip your drenched cock back inside.
One hand in a tangled grip in my hair. The other wrapping fingers around my throat.

The libidinous fucking , violent thrashing, internal beating. Your slamming into me and I’m slamming into the table. The forceful thrashing you’re delivering to my insides.

The pulsing in the veins of your swollen cock is evident. The steel-hardened state of your manhood tearing me open as you continue to fervently rearrange my organs.
A growl leaves your chest, and the world stands still.
The explosion of you permeates inside me and ruptures out around you. Your body convulses from the exhaustion and ecstasy. You collapse onto me, releasing the death grip you had on my throat. Marking your chest with the smeared remains of the holiday feast we just destroyed.

You coyly laugh as you pay your compliments to the chef in the form of tender kisses on my shoulder.
Then a bittersweet sigh, as the world returns to normal, the fantasy is over and marshmallows will never taste so sweet again..

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zweg2g/dinner_is_served