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The overhead sun was hot on my shoulders as I lay on
my back, tanning myself. Collette was resting with her eyes shut on her
stomach next to me, soaking up the warm rays of the bright sun. The
ship was rocking gently as we sped west towards the Suez Canal. We
were heading towards Tahiti and the captain had checked the weather and
had decided to head west across the Indian Ocean and then past Australia.
We were relaxing in the sun next to the pool, Italy
less than twelve hours behind us. We had a long trip ahead of us;
half way around the planet before we reached Tahiti. I rolled over
and took a sip of water from the glass that one of the staff had brought
me. Setting the glass back on the pool deck I looked over at Collette,
"Jacques should have the dining room ready in about an hour."
"Yes," she purred.
I smiled at the passion in her voice, "looking
forward to this?"
"Uh huh," she moaned happily.
"I'll go run a shower. See you in a
minute?"
Collette sat up, her bare breasts coated in a fine
patina of sweat, and replied, "yes," with a soft nod.
I climbed off of the lounge chair that
I had been tanning myself on and grabbed my nearly empty glass. I
walked around the pool deck and set the glass on the bar opposite where I
had been resting. I turned and opened the left hand door that led
into the ship's interior. Descending the stairs I briskly made my
way to our stateroom.
I stripped off my shorts and
walked into the bedroom. Bending forward I plugged the drain of the
huge Roman tub. I filled the tub with warm water and fragrant
bubbles and as I shut off the noisy water that spilled into the tub Collette
walked in. She was naked and I smiled at her soft body. I held
my hand to her and helped her into the tub.
I bathed
her, running a wash cloth over her body from her beautiful neck down her
back and over the bend of her knees. Working back up I bathed her
sex, her stomach and her breasts. She stood up and I rinsed her body
with cupful after cupful of the warm water. I helped her from the
tub and quickly stepped in to bathe myself. Once clean I emptied the
bath and returned to the bedroom.
"Jacques called," Collette informed me, "while you were
finishing up. He's ready." She was practically
purring.
"Shall we?" I asked,
extending my bent arm to her.
She nodded quickly,
anticipation evident in her actions, "oh, yes," she replied.
Arm and arm we left the master suite and climbed the stairs to
the dining room. I held the door open for Collette and she gasped in
joyous delight at the decorations of the room. Candles were burning
on three long tables arranged like a large U. Each of the tables
were loaded with containers containing different types of food. On
the table closest to me a large bowl of chocolate pudding was resting with
three cans of whipped cream sitting next to the bowl.
In the middle of the U a large tarp had been set in place, stretched
tautly and bound in place by elastic straps. Jacques was standing in
the center of the yellow tarp wearing his chef's hat and nothing
more. His hair was slightly gray as was his thick mat of pubic
hair. He greeted Collette in French as we entered, "bonjour,
Madame."
Collette greeted him in kind and crossed
the room to stand before him on the tarp. She looked at the food
that was circling the room, gasping at the decadent delights.
Chocolate mousse was the centerpiece of the left hand table, while freshly
cut fruits were set evenly on three large platters along the upper arm of
the U-shaped tables. Collette spoke in French and Jacques seemed to
agree as he dropped to his knees.
He bent
forward and gently kissed Collette's naked sex, his pursed lips softly
pressing against Collette's pussy. He kissed her nether lips a second
time, and then a third. Collette spoke in French and then stepped away
from the tender caress of Jacques' lips. She giggled as she gripped
a handful of the thick morass of mousse. Laughing she smeared the
desert over her sex, gasping as the cold chocolate coated her pussy.
She took her time, ensuring that none of the rich desert penetrated her
sex; she seemed to be saving that for Jacques tongue.
Collette dropped to her knees and spread her legs. She motioned Jacques
forward and he readily obeyed. Collette's pussy was a chocolaty feast,
coated in the cold desert. Jacques lowered himself onto his hands
and then crawled across the taut tarp between Collette's widely spread
thighs. Collette spread the desert over her pussy and thighs, cooing at
the tantalizing feeling of the cool desert lighting her skin on
fire.
Jacques bent down and began to lick
Collette's left thigh, pulling the desert he had prepared into his
mouth. He said something in French and Collette giggled.
Jacques lowered his head again and began pulling more and more of
the rich desert into his mouth. He ate his way higher, and Collette
gasped as his tongue made contact with her pussy.
Collette's fingers danced in Jacques' hair
as she pulled him into her. Jacques made tiny circles with his head,
his tongue pressing against Collette's pussy. She was moaning in delight
as Jacques massaged her pussy with his tongue. His head was spinning
rapidly, his tongue pressing firmly against her sex.
I watched as Jacques brought his hands up along Collette's thighs. His
fingers left trails through the chocolate desert on her thighs as he
brought his hands up. He spread her legs wider, opening Collette like a
delicate flower. With her moistness open to his probing tongue
Jacques pressed his tongue more deeply into Collette's pussy.
Jacques continued to lap Collette's dripping sex enthusiastically, listening
to her moans of delight, the sound spurring his tongue into stronger and
faster circles of tantalizing bliss. Collette screamed as an orgasm
ripped through her body. Jacques held her legs widely spread as her
body bucked against his face. She came loudly, her screams of
pleasure ringing loudly in the large dining room.
Collette released Jacques' head and he said something in French that I did not
understand. Collette just smiled as she continued to breath
heavily. I watched as Jacques released Collette's thighs and shifted to
reach for a can of the whipped cream on the table to his right. He
shook the can and popped the red cap. He pushed his thumb against
the nozzle and the white foam spilled noisily from the can. Aiming
the can Jacques made spiraling circles over both of Collette's soft
breasts. He connected the two whipped cream bra cups with another
line of the sweet cream and then used the can to draw an arrow down Collette's
stomach to her pussy.
Setting the whipped cream down
Jacques climbed between Collette's thighs and began to lick the decadent treat
from her body. He started at her breasts, licking them, his head
spinning in circles. He pulled the cream from her body and then his
tongue, pushing firmly against Collette's body, followed the arrow he had
drawn down her body to her sex.
Collette moaned in
pleasure as Jacques' tongue once again made contact with her pussy.
With half-opened eyes she beckoned me closer and I slowly crossed the
room. I skirted Jacques and lowered my naked body onto the chocolate
and whipped cream covered tarp. I bent forward on my hands and
knees and began to lick her breasts, cleaning the sweet cream that Jacques
had missed.
Collette had her eyes shut; she was laying
there savoring the sensations of Jacques pleasuring her sex while I gently
lapped at her breasts. Her nipples were hard nubs of excited
pleasure and she moaned in delight when my tongue darted across them
playfully.
Collette shifted on the now messy
tarp, the chocolate and whipped cream mixing in a thick gel. Jacques
licked his fingers and then began rubbing Collette's clit with his fingers; a
rapid fire oscillating motion. Back and forth over the sensitive
flesh his fingers moved, inching her body towards the precipice of
orgasmic completion. Collette moaned and spread her legs, allowing
Jacques further access to her sex.
Her mouth
opened as she screamed in delight. Jacques' pleasuring hand and my
trailing tongue drover her over the edge and she came again. Her
body tensed in pleasure as the orgasm swept through her heated body.
Her hands flexed and made a splashing noise as she gripped the yielding
mass of mousse and cream.
Jacques shifted
again and pointed to the fruit next to my left hand. I grabbed a
banana and Jacques shook his head. Setting the banana down I
followed the motion of Jacques' hand and grabbed a small bowl of
strawberries. Jacques nodded in agreement and I handed him the
silver bowl.
Collette remained motionless,
her eyes shut, a smile of contentment on her full lips. She could
hear out movements and waited in anticipation for Jacques and I to
continue the assault on her body, to drive her once again to the peak of
orgasm and then to push her body over that precipice and into heaven.
I began to lick Collette's throat, feeling the throbbing of her heart with my
tongue. I licked her neck upward and finally pulling my mouth from
her body when I reached her chin. I bent forward and continued to
lick her throat, running my tongue from her neck down and under her
breasts to return to her throat. Collette purred in a soft mewling sound
as I continued to lap her skin.
Jacques set the bowl
of strawberries on the ground next to him. He plucked the largest of
the ripe fruits from the bowl and pressed it against Collette's pussy.
Jacques pushed the fruit with his thumb, holding it firmly as the moist
folds of her sex pushed back. Jacques ran his thumb in lazy circles,
pleasing her sex with the fruit. He held it with his thumb, holding
it taut against her sex while the folds of her pussy resisted. It
was a tug-of-war between Collette's pussy and Jacques' thumb with the fruit as
the rope.
Collette moaned in delight at the joyous
feeling of the fruit pleasing the sensitive flesh of her sex.
Jacques continued to push the fruit with his thumb, shifting it left and
right and up and down. Collette's pussy moved with the fruit and she
shifted her head as her pleasure climbed.
Jacques held the strawberry with his thumb and then bent forward. He
shifted his hand until his fingers were gently holding the fresh fruit
against her pussy. Bending down Jacques bit the exposed part
of the strawberry with his teeth, severing the fruit in half.
Collette gasped as the cool juices of the fruit ran over her heated
flesh. Her hips bucked against Jacques' face as yet another orgasm
ripped through her body. She screamed in delight and her breath came
in rapid busts, her breasts heaving. Her hands gripped the tarp,
bunching it up in her palms. She moaned and bucked and gasped as the
orgasm washed over her body. She continued to come as Jacques popped
the half-eaten strawberry from her sex and popped it in his mouth.
"My God," she breathed between heavy breaths.
Jacques said something in French sounded negative and when he reached for
a banana I realized he probably announced that he wasn't finished.
Jacques inserted the banana easily
into Collette's drenched sex. Her silken folds caressed the yellow skin
of the fruit as her sex enveloped it. Slowly Jacques began to fuck
her with the fruit. He pulled it from her sex and then slid it back
in easily. Collette said something in French and Jacques replied.
I watched as Jacques pulled the fruit from Collette's sex and handed it to
her. Collette took it and then turned to me. "Here," she
said, "stick this in your ass for me."
I
took the banana from her hand and shifted on my knees to bare my naked ass
to Collette's view. I knew she would enjoy watching it slip into my ass
and I did not want to deny her that pleasure. It was drenched with
her juices, and easily slid into my body. I gasped slightly at the
intrusion and when the banana was fully planted in my ass I repositioned
myself to face Collette.
Collette spoke to Jacques and he
quickly climbed to his feet. He sped into the kitchen and emerged
less than twenty seconds later. He spoke to Collette and she smiled,
nodded in response and turned to me. "Jacques has made
arrangement for lunch and you will serve it to me. That banana stays
put until I am done eating."
"Yes,
mistress," I replied.
"Oh," Collette said
as the doors to the kitchen opened and a young man that I had yet to meet
emerged carrying a platter of oysters and cocktail sauce, "feed me
slowly."
The
young man set the platter next to me and spoke briefly to Jacques in
French. He spun around and quickly returned to the
kitchen.
I picked up the platter and
looked at the oysters sitting in half of their shells. There were a
dozen of them encircling a small white bowl of freshly made cocktail
sauce. There was a tiny fork with two tines sitting next to the bowl
of red sauce and after I set the platter on the ground I picked up the
fork.
The banana filled my ass, stretching me.
Collette had said it would stay until she was finished eating and had taken
delight when she commanded that I feed her slowly. She had enjoyed
watching the banana slipping into my ass, and the thought of the banana
constantly filling my ass throughout the meal would keep a smile on her
beautiful face.
I stabbed the first of the twelve
oysters and dipped it into the cocktail sauce, coating the savory
meat. I brought the oyster to Collette's mouth and listened to Collette purr
as she tasted the first oyster. She chewed slowly, enjoying the
taste and feel of the meat in her mouth. She swallowed and with eyes
shut she simply moaned in delight.
Jacques kissed Collette's pussy tenderly as I fed her a second cocktail
sauce dipped oyster. I fed Collette bite after bite of the tender and
tasty appetizer. I knew that a full meal was forthcoming, that the
same handsome man that had delivered the oysters would bring out each of
the items for Collette to eat as she finished with the course before.
Jacques kissed and licked and slowly ran his tongue over her still damp
sex. He was arousing her body with his tongue, licking and probing
and tasting, his tongue darting within her wetness. He was keeping
her body taut with desire as I forked another succulent oyster, dipped it
within the thick red sauce, and slipped it carefully into her parted
mouth.
After seven of the oysters Collette said, "no
more of those."
Jacques watched as I returned
the platter to the table behind me and paused his tongue from his pleasing
caresses. He called out to the kitchen, and immediately the young
man that had delivered the oysters brought in a huge silver plate of
steaming Alaskan King Crab legs. The bright red legs were arranged
in an overlapping circle, each of the pincer claws touching the next as
they wrapped around three silver containers arranged in a triangle.
He set the tray next on the table, grabbed the oysters, and returned to
the kitchen without saying a word.
I set the platter next to me and looked at the three silver
bowls. The first contained melted butter, the second contained
freshly squeezed lemon juice while the third appeared to contain a
combination of the two. I smiled at the combination, it was a subtle
thing having a mixture, but one that seemed perfect. By having a
mixture already, Collette could have whatever flavor she wanted, without
having to have the flavors tainted by something unwanted.
Perfect. I noticed a nutcracker and another of the tiny tined forks
next to the three bowls and pulled them to the edge of the platter.
"Ready for some crab?" I asked Collette.
She
rocked her head in a slight nod, "yes," she purred.
I picked up the first of the large crab legs. They were very warm as
I held the first leg in my two hands. I snapped the shell apart and
pulled out a three inch long piece of the white meat. I dipped the
first piece in the melted butter and then held my second hand under it as
I carried it to her mouth.
Collette opened
her mouth and I placed the warm, dripping meat into her mouth. She
chewed slowly, savoring the meat of the crab. She purred in
contentment as she swallowed the first bite. She spoke to Jacques in
French and he replied in kind. "I told him how good it
was," she translated for me. "Now the lemon."
I pulled another piece of crab meat from the protective embrace
of the shell and dipped it into the freshly squeezed lemon juice. As
before I held my hand under the dripping meat as I carried it to Collette's
waiting mouth. I set the delicacy inside and she chewed slowly,
experiencing the exquisite taste of the crab. She made a sound of
complete contentment, swallowed, and said, "now the mixture."
I picked up the nutcracker and snapped the pincer apart with the strong
silver tongs. I pulled a large bite of the crab from the shell and
dipped it into the bowl containing the butter and lemon mixture. I
place the meat within Collette's mouth and watched her chew and then swallow
the succulent flesh of the crab. "That is so good," Collette
said, remarking on the flavors that were exploding on her tongue.
"More, use the butter and lemon mixture, that was great."
We worked through three of the crab legs. I would break open the
leg, pull the meat free and then move from the butter to the lemon to the
bowl containing the mixture. After the third leg Collette had indicated
that she was ready for a new flavor to dance on her tongue and Jacques
paused from slowly tonguing her pussy to call in the young man that served
the meal.
The
young man emerged from the kitchen carrying a platter with a large bowl
and a second small bowl. He set the platter on the table behind me
and held his arms out for me to give him the platter containing the
half-eaten crab. He took the platter and as quickly as he had
arrived he departed. I picked up the new platter and set it on the
ground next to me.
The new platter contained a bowl
of fresh New England Clam Chowder. The thick white cream was full of
chunks of potatoes and clams. The second bowl was simply a dish for
the soup. In between the two bowls was a large ladle and two serving
spoons. I ladled a heaping spoonful of the chowder into the smaller
bowl and inched closer to Collette. The banana stretching my ass shifted
and I gasped in surprise. Having been mostly stationary I had almost
forgotten about the yellow invader.
"Smells
good," Collette commented from her prone position. Jacques
continued his gently teasing lapping of Collette's sex, keeping her aroused
but allowing her the needed calm to finish eating. He lapped
gingerly, his tongue tantalizing her flesh eliciting an occasional gasp of
pleasure. Collette shifted onto her elbows and Jacques
repositioned himself to maintain his access to her sex.
"Ready," Collette said.
I
dipped the spoon into the thick soup and using my free hand as a catch
tray I carried the spoonful to her waiting lips. I placed the spoon
into her open mouth and pulled it out. Collette chewed the thick meat
and potatoes and swallowed, "tres bien, Jacques," Collette said to Jacques
as he continued lapping at her pussy.
"Merci," Jacques replied, momentarily lifting his head from
Collette's sex.
I continued to feed Collette the chowder,
stopping occasionally to wipe her beautiful face with a napkin when the
thick sauce ran down her chin. Collette ate a half bowl of the chowder
before saying, "that's enough of that."
I
set the bowl back onto the platter with the spoon in it. Collette spoke
to Jacques and once again he paused from his oral ministrations to call
out to the young man that delivered each of the tantalizing entrees.
Returning to Collette's pussy, Jacques once again began lapping at her
sex. The young man emerged with another tray and carried away the
rest of the clam chowder.
I set the newest tray on the floor by me, hissing as the banana
in my ass shifted; a subtle reminder of the fruit stretching my ass.
The new tray contained two split open and grilled lobster tails. The
scent of garlic filled my nose and I realized that the lobster had been
seared with fresh garlic. I spotted small pieces of the garlic
cloves clinging to the lobster.
Between the lobster
tails was another of the small tined forks that I would use to feed Collette
the succulent meat. I picked up the fork and stabbed at the
lobster. A large chunk of the steaming white meat spilled from the
lobster. I brought the fork to Collette's waiting mouth and fed her the
first bite of the lobster.
Purring in contentment she
chewed, swallowed, and said, "God! That is amazing."
I stabbed the lobster with the fork again as Collette told Jacques what she
thought of the garlic lobster. He lifted his head from Collette's pussy
only long enough acknowledger her praise. Jacques returned to Collette's
sex as I fed her a second bite of the lobster. As before she purred
and moaned as the flavors exploded over her tongue. "That is so
good," she said almost without volition.
Bite after bite of the lobster went into her mouth and each
time she purred and moaned, the flavors exploding in her mouth guiding her
tongue into releasing the sounds of delight. I fed her another bite
of the lobster and as she swallowed she started to moan in pleasure.
Jacques continued to tongue her pussy, and the flavor on her tongue seemed
to increase her pleasure and her moans of pleasure turned into screams of
delight. She screamed in abject pleasure as she came. Her
hands curled into tight fists as her body tensed in orgasmic bliss.
Jacques continued to probe her pussy as she came, bringing electric squeals
of pleasure from her body.
Collette's body relaxed as her
orgasm passed. Her nipples were hardened nubs of excitement and the
area smelled of her arousal. Her breathing was rapid gasps, shallow
and thin. Her eyes were shut as she lay there, savoring the feelings
that coursed through her body; feelings of pleasure, of contentment, of
completion. "Wow," she breathed, "that was
great. Merci, Jacques."
Jacques looked up,
answered in reply, and returned to Collette's pussy.
Collette
turned to look at me, "lean back and fuck yourself while I
watch."
I lowered myself onto my back and raised
my legs, displaying my plugged ass to Collette's gaze. Reaching
underneath my body I gripped the end of the banana sticking out from my
ass and slowly pulled it from my body. I gasped as the banana
slipped from my rectum, stopping when only the curved tip was still
trapped within my ass. Gripping the fruit I shoved it back in,
sucking in a wet breath of air with its passage.
Collette
moaned, "fast."
I kept a firm grip as I
rapidly pulled the banana from my ass and shoved it back in. Over
and over I fucked myself, pulling the fruit from my ass and then
reinserting the curved fruit. My hand pistoned the banana into and
out of my rectum until my moans mixed with the joyous sounds of Collette's
excitement.
"That's wonderful," she
breathed. Looking down at Jacques she spoke in French.
Immediately Jacques paused from licking her sex and called out for the
next course in Collette's meal, and then dropped his tongue back to Collette's
dripping pussy.
The
young blonde boy returned this time carrying a bottle of wine. He
set the bottle next to me, uncapped it, and then set a glass next to it.
He picked up the platter that contained the uneaten portion of lobster and
scurried away back to the kitchen. He came and went silently, taking
in the sexual sights, sounds and scents of the dining room as he did.
I poured a glass of the dark red wine into the crystal goblet. Collette
sat up so that she was leaning on her palms that were jutting out behind
her. Jacques continued his oral ministrations, keeping his obviously
talented tongue darting and teasing and pleasuring Collette's moistness.
"A nice surprise," Collette gasped, as I lifted the drink to her
full lips.
Collette sipped the palette cleansing
drink. She cooed at the flavor of the aged wine as it exploded over
her tongue. She took another sip, a third, and as I was feeding her
the fourth sip of the ripe wine the door to the kitchen opened again and
the young chef's assistance emerged carrying another platter of steaming
food. He set the platter on the table behind me and again, without
saying a word, he departed.
I retrieved the platter, wondering what was resting on the
plate. I set the platter next to me and picked up another clean
fork. I stabbed at the meal and carried the morsel to Collette's waiting
mouth. She wrapped her lips around the fork and I pulled the utensil
away.
Collette chewed and purred. She swallowed and
with a grin said, "I love oysters Rockefeller." She looked
down at Jacques who continued pleasuring her sex and spoke to him in
French. He looked up, replied in kind, and returned his tongue into
Collette's pussy. Collette, breathing shallowly turned back to me,
"more, please."
I stabbed another of the
white morsels covered with cheese and wrapped in what looked like
spinach. I fed Collette bite after bite of the delicacy and she purred
with each swallow. "That is so good," she exclaimed
between bites, "but I am getting full."
I
smiled at her, "do you have room for desert."
She hesitated, thinking of her answer. Finally she said, smiling,
"yes."
I
pushed the platter of oysters away. I shouted the same French words
that Jacques had spoken and immediately the young blond man emerged from
the kitchen. I picked up the platter of mostly-eaten oysters Rockefeller
and as he took it I said, "desert."
"Pardon, monsieur?" he asked, speaking French.
Collette giggled and spoke French to the young man. "Oui," he
replied, carrying the platter from the dining room and darting into the
kitchen. "He's bringing desert next," Collette said to me,
still giggling.
The doors from the kitchen
opened and the man emerged again carrying another small platter. He
smiled at Collette, looked at me with a hitch of amusement, and set the
platter on the table behind me. He left the dining room again and I
pulled the platter down from the table and set it on the ground next to my
right thigh. "Looks good," I said with a soft "mmmm,"
sound.
The smell
of the cinnamon apples reached Collette's nose and she made a soft sound of
delight. I picked up the fork that had been delivered with the
desert and stabbed at the crisp desert. Steam rose lazily from the
apples and sugar coating and holding my hand under the fork I fed Collette the
first bite of the apple crisp.
"Yummy!"
Collette exclaimed, swallowing the first bite of the delicious desert.
"Tres bien, Jacques," Collette said, looking down at the man pleasuring
her sex.
Jacques acknowledged her praise by
concentrating his efforts on her extended clit. His tongue danced
over the heated flesh in rapid fire strokes, wagging his tongue reminiscent
of a happy dog's tail.
Collette gasped
as her body tensed in anticipation, climbing higher towards
completion. I fed her another bite of the desert, pleasing her taste
buds as Jacques pleasured her pussy. The combined sensations sent
her over the edge; her hips rose from the floor and her eyes drifted shut
as she shouted out in orgasmic bliss. She came loudly, her body
tense, her breathing fast and shallow bursts. "My God!"
she exclaimed excitedly.
Jacques kept his tongue lightly stroking Collette's pussy after she
came, keeping her body clinging to the edge of excitement. I fed her
three more bites of the warm desert before she announced that she was full
and "couldn't eat another bite."
I set the fork on the platter and put the dishes on the table behind
me. I grabbed the wine and filled her glass. Handing her the
goblet I smiled at her as she took it from my hand. She took a sip
of the wine, swallowed, and then took another. "That was so
good," she said, grinning broadly. "Wonderful."
She looked down at Jacques and spoke to him in French. He replied in
kind and then went back to lightly stroking her sex with his tongue.
The door leading into the hallway opened and Melinda entered with Travis
following behind her. Melinda greeted Collette in French and Collette
replied. Collette looked down at Jacques and immediately Jacques stopped
his oral stimulation and climbed to his feet. He padded into the
kitchen, disappearing behind the closing door. Collette sat up and held
her hand out to me. Taking her meaning I climbed to my feet and
helped Collette to hers.
Collette
stood on shaky feet and I guided her to an empty chair. She took a seat
and I spun around and brought her the half-drank glass of wine that she
had been sipping. She took it from my hand with a polite,
"thank you." She sounded dazed, the feelings of
contentment and arousal that had overwhelmed her body had seemingly taken
its toll, Collette was tired and worn.
Collette spoke in
French and immediately Travis and Melinda took a seat. Jacques
emerged from the kitchen with the young blonde man in tow. Each man
was carrying a platter of seafood and I realized what Collette had said to
Jacques when he had climbed to his feet; she had told him to fetch a meal
for both Travis and Melinda, and he had, of course, obeyed.
Jacques set one platter in front of Melinda and she gasped at the variety
and scents of the seafood that was placed before her. The blonde man
set his platter in front of Travis and immediately he began to eat.
Collette spoke to Jacques and he in turn spoke to the blonde man. The
young man nodded at Jacques, turned to Collette and said, "oui,
Madame," before falling to his knees. He walked across the
floor on his knees and crawled underneath the table in front of Melinda as
she began to eat.
Jacques
disappeared into the kitchen and emerged again carrying another platter of
food. He handed it to me and I realized then how hungry I was.
I had been intent on feeding Collette her meal that I had not even had time to
think about my own hunger. I took the platter from Travis with a
muted nod and sat by Collette's side at the head of the horseshoe shaped
arrangement of the tables.
I could see the young
blonde's feet as he gingerly lapped at Melinda's pussy while she
dined. I watched as I took a bite of the hamburger that Jacques had
prepared for me. He knew I did not like seafood apparently, a fact I
was instantly grateful for as the flavor of the beef exploded on my tongue
and the juice of the burger ran down my chin. I took another bite, a
third, and a fourth, all the while keeping my eyes on Melinda.
Melinda was eating the crab legs, breaking them apart with the nutcracker
that was on her platter and then dipping the soft white meat into one of
the three individual bowls of sauces that was provided as had been given
to Collette. She chewed slowly, shaking her head side to side in
delight. She continued to eat, savoring each morsel as she tasted
it. Every once in a while her body would shake in response to the
pleasuring tongue lapping at her sex under the table. Still, she
continued to eat.
Travis was watching Melinda
as I was; chewing slowly, watching her body tense and shake in delight as
the young blonde man continued his ministrations. I heard Melinda
gasp and her body tensed. Immediately she stopped chewing and her
right hand dropped under the table as if to guide the invisible head
underneath.
Melinda came
noisily, her free hand falling into her plate as her body tensed.
Her legs closed to trap the young man between her thighs. Collette,
Travis and I watched spellbound as her body twitched in time with her
screams of delight. "Mon Dieu," she gasped, as her legs
parted, freeing the young man.
The young man crawled
from the table and climbed to his feet. He looked at Collette and asked,
"may I go, mistress?"
"What is your
name?"
"D...Derrick, mistress," he
said. It appeared to me that he was surprised to have Collette speak to
him. It was as if he expected to be dismissed.
Melinda's breathing returned to normal and she returned to her meal.
Her face was flushed and a huge grin caused her eyes to shine.
Travis finished his meal and pushed his plate away.
"Well, Derrick," Collette said, "I want you to gather some of
the crew that is currently not working, men and women. Gather them
up and bring them to the swimming pool. I want you all naked and
waiting in thirty minutes. Understood?"
"Yes, mistress," he said, swallowing nervously. He turned
and left, disappearing into the hallway beyond the dining room.
"Well," Collette said, as Melinda finished eating. "I
think it is time for some fun."
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