FEAST ON ME
by Ellie Saxx
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Feast On Me
Copyright 2012 Ellie Saxx
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I received my first dessert assignment about two weeks after my evaluation fuck with the head chef at Chez Galois, a man I’d earned the right to call by his nickname: Stack.
Stack had burst through the kitchen’s swinging doors at the start of a standard Tuesday staff meeting, looked at me and said, simply, “Be ready tonight. This is a big one.” Then he was gone.
The day got busy, and all I could do was wonder what had been ordered, and why he seemed so tense. He knew what I was capable of: during what I’d since learned was my tryout, Stack had fucked me with a banana and a cucumber (and his cock, of course). Right there in the kitchen – I still looked at the carving station and got wet thinking about it. I’d hop up there again in a heartbeat, and the idea of involving strangers made the prospect even more enticing.
But it wasn’t the standard fruit-and-vegetable order Stack was talking about. When he reappeared that evening, he was pushing a massive cart filled with dessert trays.
“Hurry,” he said. “We have to get this display ready.”
As I helped him move the dessert trays to a counter, freeing up the cart, Stack explained the order. “A party of three wants to be presented with a special dessert platter,” he said.
“That sounds easy,” I said. “Just some cakes and chocolate and maybe fruits to dip, stuff like that?”
“Well, yes,” he said, pausing. “And you.”
“Come again?”
“You’ll be serving this dessert,” Stack said. “On this cart.”
Now that the trays were gone I could see the cart was covered with ovals of paper lace. There was a small red pillow at one end, and a blindfold on top of it.
“Get washed up in the back and meet me out here in about 15 minutes,” Stack said. “The party was seated in the private dining room at 8, and they’re expecting you at 9:30. We have just enough time.”
“Anything else?” I said with a smile.
“Actually, yes,” Stack said. “These three men have paid a lot to be here tonight. So I hope your tryout was no joke.”
“Not a chance,” I said, although secretly I was a little nervous. Party of three? Three guys? I’d done two guys at once and had my hands full. This was going to be a challenge.
I took a quick glance at Stack’s dessert trays – truffles, chocolate cake, strawberries – and then walked to the breakroom. Nobody was around so I quickly yanked off my clothes and left them in a heap, pausing for a couple seconds to enjoy the cool air. My skin was tingling. I wondered what the chocolate would feel like, and I started to get warm thinking about three strangers feasting on me. Taking me in, savoring me slowly. Or would they be overcome? Would this quickly turn dirty and fierce?
It was all I could do to avoid aiming the showerhead down between my legs. Okay, I did. Just for a minute. How could I resist? But I held off, leaving my pussy yearning for what was to come.
I wrapped myself in a towel and glanced in the mirror. My cheeks were already rosy, my lips plumped up. I hadn’t touched Stack since our first and only fuck, and I hadn’t done anything or anyone else besides getting myself off with my own toys. I missed Stack’s dick – it was that simple. The dishwasher named Slim (and you only get that kind of nickname one way, in my book) who kept trying to get some wasn’t going to cut it.
My hair was damp and cool on my neck and shoulders. I’ve been blessed with full breasts, and I must say, they looked stunning on this day -- a few drops of water on them, like diamond freckles. It was time.
When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Stack straightening the lace ovals. I dropped my towel on the floor.
“Ta da!” I said.
Stack paused before clearing his throat and saying, “Now hop up here and get ready. It’s going to take some time to lay everything out.”
But I wasn’t going to let him off that easily.
“Gimme a boost,” I said, nudging up close. He’s about a foot taller than me so I had to tilt my head up to make eye contact. “That’s an awfully big cart.”
Stack put his hands on my waist and eased me on to the cart. I placed myself carefully on the paper lace, arching my back so he got a good view of my taut stomach.
I sighed. The surface was cool, and I felt goosebumps rising from my inner thighs outward...down my legs and up my midsection with a series of tiny shivers. I rested my head on the pillow.
“Don’t worry,” Stack said softly, running his index finger in a large circle on my stomach. “This is going to heat you up just fine.” He drizzled melted chocolate across my upper body, then started placing truffles and small slices of cake on me, beginning between my breasts and continuing down toward my quickly warming slit.
“There,” he said, quietly now, and I could see his eyes tracing the lines of my legs as he placed strawberries between and around them on the cart.
“No time for a warm-up?” I said, teasing him. “Just a taste?”
Stack ran his fingers lightly over my breasts, where my nipples were already so firm that they were starting to hurt.
“Can’t you do something about this,” I pleaded, pushing my breasts together so they’d cup the cake and truffles. I batted my eyes at him. “Just a little suck?”
“No,” he said, adjusting himself. “It’s time for the blindfold, and then you’re going on out.”
He secured the blindfold. It was a cool black satin, folded over enough that all light was blocked out. In an instant I felt doubly exposed, and I have to admit it was thrilling. I had no idea who was waiting for me in the private dining room. I wouldn’t see anything coming. I knew I’d have to rely on my hands and mouth.
When Stack pushed me through the door I heard a snippet of conversation before it cut off. I couldn’t make anything out, but I did hear a quick intake of breath from somewhere in front of me. Stack was pushing me feet-first toward where I assumed the men were.
I heard him say, “I trust you gentlemen are ready for the dessert course?”
One of the men said, “Yes indeed. And it looks wonderful.” His voice was deep. It sounded like he was smiling. I heard an affirming “Mmm-hmm” from my other side. Chairs scraped the floor. Soft footsteps fell all around me.
“Please, then, enjoy the tail end of this feast,” Stack said. The kitchen door shut quietly and I knew he was gone.
“Where to start,” the deep voice to my right said. “I think...”