I’m lying naked on a table, and cheese and crackers and grapes are arranged on my belly. I’ve been instructed not to move or cum until all of the food is gone.
A man is sitting at the table drinking wine, and eating, and talking normally about regular lunch things. And occasionally feeding me. And doing things to me.
“So how was your day?“ Feeds me some grapes. And leans over and sucks my nipples. Bites one as he watches me chew and swallow.
“Did you talk to your Dad today?” I’m fed a piece of cheese and he reaches between my legs with the other hand and softly strokes my pussy.
I am expected to answer questions and converse normally. While my legs shake and I fight not to moan or move.
“I think we should make dinner reservations for this evening. What are you in the mood for?”
He gives me a few sips of wine, and then stands up so he can kiss me deeply and insert two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. He finger fucks me roughly for a minute. I am so close to cumming that I start counting in my head to stop myself.
Then he sits back down, licks his fingers and waits for my answer.
“Italian?“ I whisper, breathing heavily.
It continues this way, until the food is gone and I am losing my mind , gripping the table and biting my lip, and I can see the huge erection in his pants, and notice that I can hear his breathing too.
He gives me the last grape and before I can even start to chew it, he quickly stands up, steps to the end of table, and roughly pulls my hips down to the edge.
He unzips his pants and forcefully slams his hard cock deep into my pussy, and starts fucking me as hard as he can. I open my legs wider, and scream as an intense orgasm rips through me that almost makes me pass out.
After just a few strokes he groans and collapses on top of me, pumping me full. I bring up my hands and stoke his hair as we try to bring our breathing back to normal.
“I love it when you make lunch, Darling“, I sigh.
