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?I'm flying?
"Wheeeeee?
The world spun, upturned faces gasped as I swept over them, the feeling of freedom intoxicating, as I swooped over their heads.
Yet how was I free, swinging by my arms and legs on a short rope from a chandelier fitting on ballroom ceiling raised by a winch on the gallery, from my launch from the gallery rail with my unsupported breasts hanging down, my clothes pin tortured nipples the closest point to the ground as she whispered instructions and he gently lowered me.
The soft leather bit gently into my wrists and ankles as I swung, all four limbs restrained at the single point where the hook attached, forcing my knees wide and my ankles back over my shoulder blades .
I revelled in the attention my naked pussy received, the greedy looks from the men and jealousy of the women, as I came sweeping down over the crowd ever lower waiting for my nipples to touch down or would someone catch me first.
I dipped to head height my breasts dragging amongst the short haircuts of the fashionable men then the beautiful tresses of the Ladies before suddenly I was slowing and I swung helplessly at head height.
I felt lips at my pussy. I looked down and back, a red ball gown split to the thigh, rounded cleavage, not too big or small but not a torso I recognised, or a tongue whose touch I remembered but it was so nice and all the people sharing the experience with me made it so much more special.
Male hands pulled at my nipples, I tingled with excitement and then as he paid out the rope from the winch I descended further until my nipples grazed the carpet and that's when then they started to make me swing, my poor nipples grazed the carpet at the bottom of each swing shooting sensations trough me, whether pain or pleasure I did not know but I wanted more, my poor pussy ached for attention, then abruptly my swing was halted, something long and cold entered my swollen pussy lips and I was sent swinging again.
I felt it slipping, he wound me higher, the thing defeating my pussy muscles as I fought to drag it further inside, slippery, curved, it aroused me in a way only a pussy full of cum would satisfy.
I needed cock.
?Cock,? I called, asked pleaded, as I swung, then it fell, glistening yellow, the Banana, wet with my cunt juices, but instead of the cock I craved I saw someone peeling the Banana and then the white inside core was grazing my pussy lips, pushing in, in, uin and when the resistance became too much it mushed and I felt it smeared all over my pubes.
?Custard, please Waiter? someone shouted and as I looked around an unseen ladle dropped custard between my shoulder blades, running down into the small of my back ad down my ass crack to mingle with the banana.
?Delicious, You taste it Maria.? a mustachioed gentleman gave way to his lover and she to another, until I was licked clean but then another peeled banana slid beside the first, stretching me delightfully as more custard was ladled, over my shoulder blades, then over my hair.
My beautiful blonde hair, all messed up, I only washed it this morning but they could see I was too excited to care, someone began to work it into my scalp squashed banana and custard, and then as the waiter held the bowl they guided my hair down into the warm goo before lifting it to cover my face.
Exposed, helpless, unable to breathe even, my orgasm exploded through me loosening the Bananas from their tenuous hold in my pussy, and as he applause rippled through the room I screamed into the Custard as the Chocolate bar was pressed firmly into my Anus.
More chocolate, bars dipped in warm chocolate sauce pressed into my pussy, filling it once again and chocolate sauce dripped gently all over my back.
I found myself lower now, people nibbling, sucking, only my breasts neglected except for the sweet agony of the clothes pins.
Guests were by now hanging their expensive suits and dresses over the backs of their chairs , afraid of becoming soiled with the sauces, yet keen to try the taste sensations, Down to their underpants and tee shirts, even a string vest, sock garters, and the girls, in their designer underwear, then out of it, a young girl barely eighteen completely naked slid beneath me and licked the sauce from my face.
?What does it feel like? she whispered.
?Mmm heaven? was all I could think of.
The main course arrived, beef in gravy, arrayed along my back the warm gravy dripping down over my anus, small roast potatoes, vegetables piled from shoulders to buttocks, and they came to eat, men uncomfortably erect making tent poles from their shorts were increasingly discarding their shorts and coming to eat in an orgy of feeding as their bodies became streaked with chocolate, custard and gravy in an obscene orgy of culinary depravity.
I became their utensil, their table, just a piece of furniture, tormented by their touch and the proximity of so many cocks and pussies that I could not reach.
?Peaches and Cream are served Ladies and Gentlemen?
My evening was ending, the final act, individual slices of tinned peaches arrayed along my back and the tops of the level bits of my arms and legs while the cream came in a huge piping bag like they use for decorating cakes with icing
The warmth of my pussy had melted much of the chocolate, probing fingers and tongues taken their share too so the plastic nozzle slipped easily within me and the cream started to flow, cool, exciting seeking every last secret place within me like the spunk from a hundred cocks.
It was too much, I needed more, ?No, Harder, Oh? I voiced aimlessly as the orgasms racked my poor body and then the torment started anew as they licked and drank and ate once more.
I watched them, the young girl who asked how it felt, I watched her as she watched me as a man three times her age bent her over a table and took her sweet pussy from behind .
The Lady of the House, and a Gentleman young enough to be he son copulated nakedly but enthusiastically like missionaries immediately beneath me as spots of sauce and cream dripped slowly from my crotch to splatter on their naked torsos fell from me and some latecomers still twisted me round to more easily lick the cream which oozed slowly from me.
I saw a prominent Politician taking his junior ministerial colleague the under secretary, I knew he was gay but never expected such a public coming out as the older man thrust into his anus.
Clusters of three and four formed, the older ladies served by younger girls who attended to their nipples and mouths, while a Gentleman serviced their pussies
I wondered how it must feel .
Everywhere a seething mass of sex and I was their inspiration.
Eventually the room began to clear, Ladies and gentleman making their way to the bathroom, returning washed and pristine to dress in finery and make their way to their Limousines,
The medication was wearing off, my arms felt they were being torn from my shoulders, I felt cold and wet, the chocolate bar awkward in my anus not exciting as before.
Then there were servants cleaning up and the room grew cold he lowered me and strong hands held me moving me aside while the area under the hook was cleaned and a stiff sheet placed beneath it then again the winch clicked and I was raised once more high, up above their heads flying again.
I sensed her watching me, Sas, Saskia, my coach, my friend, my Mistress and I started to rock, swinging back and forth gently at first then in looping swoops as the momentum built, my nipples throbbed once again my pussy churned, the cream began to splatter my course across the floor, ?Let the messy pup down? she ordered and he flicked the ratchet off and the cable drum spun wildly as I swooped down, landing on my breasts on the stiff white sheet which slid on a few yards with my momentum.
?What a mess,? She released my hands and feet from the bindings,
"I'm all yucky, can I get a wash"
"Later" she suggested, "I put your clothes in the van so just wrap yourself in the sheet and we will get going."
She liked me naked, just wrapped in a sheet, and we were not far from home so I carefully followed as she led across the lawns and stone pathways back to the van.
"Did they pay?" I asked.
She nodded, "Of course, we don't do this for fun do we." she laughed her eyes sparkling.
She had to work for her money when we got home, I just lay in the lovely warm scented soapy bath while she worked on getting all that yucky stuff out of my hair and from up inside my pussy.
The sky was starting to grow grey with the coming of morning when she finally pronounced I was clean enough and I wrapped myself in my furs and pretended to sleep.
She crept past me and slid into bed, I watched and listened but she did not invite me to join her, but I was lovely and warm in my furs in my corner of her room and I felt tired and pretty well satisfied so before I knew I was in the land of dreams. Dreaming of the next time.
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