Dinner Attraction

Dinner Attraction

It had been a pleasant evening so far. Although Aimee was a stranger to the entire dinner party of eight, she had enjoyed everything: The food, the wine, even the conversations about art, politics, the latest Pedro Almodovar movie and the heated discussion about overtourism in Barcelona and how to deal with it. These people clearly had a higher education and were much more sophisticated than Aimee, and yet they never made her feel like she didn’t belong in this party.

But now that the table had been cleared of the dinner plates and dessert had not yet been served, it was her moment to do what she was there to do.

For Aimee was not a guest at the dinner party. She had been hired as a special attraction.

“It is time for our young guest to shine!” The male host said, looking at Aimee. And everyone, the four men in casual, but elegant suits, and the four women in their beautiful dresses, toasted to her.

Amy did not know whether she was ready for the degrading and daring deed she had been hired to do. She had travelled across the country had come to the big and somewhat intimidating city. Intimidating because of all its elegance and grace.

With a mixture of anxiety and excitement, she took the hand of the host who helped her step on her chair and from there on the large dinner table that had been cleared for her except for the glasses of wine. The table appeared like a small stage in the large and elegant dining room of the host and his beautiful wife. This was a place of culture, of art on the wall, of soft, jazz music swaying gently from the speakers, excellent food, and expensive wine. A place she did not have to fear, but she was in absolute shreds about what she had agreed to do.

All eyes rested on Aimee’s body with warm smiles and genuine curiosity they encouraged her.

Aimee did not know how to proceed, but the hostess gently helped her out and announced to her guests:

We have come here tonight to enjoy the pleasures of life. What greater joy can there be then to cherish a beautiful female body?

Everybody around the table began to nod in agreement and once again all eyes were on the young woman’s body.

It was time. Aimee took a deep breath to gather her courage. It did not take more than a soft brush with her fingers over her shoulders to wipe the straps of her long, thin silky dress off her shoulders. For a second, the thin fabric clung to her body, held by her breasts or more precisely by her hard, erected nipples, but then gravity took over and the silk slid gracefully and silently. down the curves of her breasts, her ample hips and her full thighs to the ground.

She was completely naked now: Vulnerable to the guests who now were not only superior in their wit, style and education, but also because she was the only one not allowed any clothes, not allowed to cover her body. A rush of excitement and shame shook the young woman.

Her audience was gasping, ohs and ahs when Aimee presented her now completely naked body to the group like it was an object for them to consume for their satisfaction and lust.

One last time she looked into the eyes of her fully clothed and elegant hosts who smiled at her encouragingly. This made her forget about her insecurities that she had felt when she observed her naked body in the mirror in her tiny cheap apartment back at home hundreds of kilometres away.

The sensation of being completely naked and vulnerable among these people, she did not know, was so intense, that she closed her eyes and retreated into her own world of gentle submission. She could almost feel the gazes of every person in the room on her body, on her butt on her hips, her belly, her breasts and especially her warm and swollen centre between her thighs. She had exposed herself completely to these strangers, for them to look at her, to enjoy her, to devour her with their looks. She was so lost in her thoughts that she did not notice that her hostess had encouraged her guests to touch Aimee. The soft fingers on her calves and knees and thighs felt like a jolt of electricity first and then a comforting caress.

These curious hands gently pulled her down onto the table so that they could explore more of her yearning body. There were so many sensations on her skin. She felt completely overwhelmed and had no resistance to the sensual touches of all her guests. She now lay flat on the table where everyone had access to every inch of her naked body.

All of this vanished into a blur of emotions. She did not listen to the conversations, although they were about her and her body, she did not even feel the individual touches of the fingers everywhere on her skin on her cheeks on her breasts on her heart, nipples, and on her swollen sex. She vaguely noticed that cream, strawberries and mousse or chocolate, was draped on her naked skin and gently scooped up by spoons and eaten someone even fed her and the sweet taste of sugar mixed with the dark and rich taste of chocolate and an almost imperceptible sour note remained on her lips and her tongue.

She did not listen to the praises of her guests as she was fully immersed in her role as a meaningless object of their amusement. A piece of furniture for the degenerate pleasure of these rich strangers. They did not need to humiliate her with their words. Aimee’s acceptance of the contract she had signed marked her perversion.

There was one sentence however, Aimee didn’t miss.

“I need a refreshment!” a female voice said.

“Can I get you another glass of wine?”

“I am thinking of a different type of refreshment!”

Moments later, Aimee felt her thighs were gently pressed apart, opening access to her golden fruit. Aimee became very aware of how exposed she was. Her most private parts were at display to these strangers.

Then she felt something on her very sensitive vulva.

“I am thinking of tasting her!” the voice said.

Very gently a spoon was inserted into Aimee’s yearning sex. She was wet from the incredible excitement she felt, and she knew that her body would produce a lot of sexual secretions.

“Mhh! Delicious!” the woman swooned as she tasted Aimee’s juices. “Pure young sexuality!”

“I want to try as well!”

“Me too!”

Soon spoons caressed the girl between her thighs, lapped up the juices that testified to her perverse excitement.

As if her sex had turned into a fruit for her guests to enjoy, and they devoured it and consumed Aimee’s femininity.

The thought excited her so, much that she let go of all constraints and allowed the party to claim her arousal, to manipulate her, to caress her, to tease her. And they did!

The sophisticated men and women teased the helpless woman with their spoons, their fingers, she felt lips on her breasts and a female tongue forcefully entering her mouth to capture and enslave her with a kiss.

The men and women overwhelmed Aimee, so that she lost all control of her body and climaxed with loud grunts right there on the dinner table. She felt an orgasm like rarely before!

When the excitement had left her body, she lay there quivering, spent, exhausted and more or less ignored by the men and women who had resumed their conversations. They left Aimee lying on the table like a mere piece of decoration. She was at her most piece knowing at this very moment that she was nothing.

The End.