They seem to be leaving me alone for the moment, though I know their curiosity will get the better of them once they have finished their meal!
I try to adjust my footing, but since I am standing on tiptoes, I have very little leeway. My whole body aches, particularly my arms. Passively hanging from a hook is exhausting! It takes as much psychological effort as it does physical. Strangely, it seems harder when left alone to my thoughts. It is all I can do to control the anxiety!
I try shifting again but the trousers around my ankles are impeding my movement. The laughter in the room rises and falls. The dining table is just too far away for me to make out their conversation, though sometimes they call out and mock me. I can hear them well enough then!
Breathing is a problem too. Gretchen has stuffed her knickers in my mouth and Becky has pulled hers over my head with the leg holes wrapped around my ears like a surgeons mask. I therefore have no choice but to breathe through the wet material. With each lung full of air, I inhale the musky smell of her excited, young pussy!
Not that Gretchen’s contribution is any less demanding, given that she stood in the bath and wet her knickers before feeding them to me!
I draw in another lung full and savour the delicious scent. Having spent many hours on my knees, lapping away at Becky’s cunt, I can tell by both the smell and the consistency of the “offending” fluid that she reached an orgasm in these knickers before giving them to me!
At least there are only women here! On the rare occasions when Becky has “gone out for some cock” as she so eloquently puts it, she has made me tongue her clean afterwards!
I make sure that I keep an eye on the dining table. It is always best not to lose concentration with this lot! I can see them clearly, as they have decided not to blindfold me tonight.
They tend not to do that when they are presenting me to a stranger. They know that I get far more embarrassed if I have to look the new comer in the eye; and those are my orders! Otherwise, they use a blindfold so that I am scared with anticipation and anxiety.
I hear someone’s chair move and watch as Grace gets up from the table. She walks over to me, smiling as she comes!
“Hey Billy!” she purrs and tugs on my cock distractedly. I am immediately hard, the blood pumping into my cock with my excitement.
She then grips it tightly and pulling me forward takes me off my feet!
The women at the table laugh at my predicament as my feet peddle the air trying to get a foothold.
Grace makes me dangle for a while and then lets me go. I struggle to regain my footing!
“We were having a debate about the food Billy and wanted your opinion,” she purrs again. Grace always uses this sweet voice when she is at her most vindictive and vicious!
Her fingers probe my backside. The physical exertion of hanging here has left my ass coated in moisture. Two fingers slip into my anus, and as she pushes them in my feet leave the floor again!
She leans in and says, “We were wondering whether there is enough chilli in this sauce. What do you think Billy?” With that, she extricates her fingers and a sharp pain explodes deep in my anus!
The women explode with laughter and make comments about “what a good little dancer” I am!
Then Jenny spots a line of pre-cum hanging from the tip of my penis and so they all crowd around to get a closer look.
“Your smelly little penis appears to be drooling Billy!” says Becky. “How do you expect us to enjoy our meal when you are exhibiting that kind of behaviour?”
“I’m sorry Becky! I didn’t mean to spoil your meal!” I stammer.
I know that this is bullshit, but not playing along could be extremely painful at this point, not that the heat in my anus is abating any!
Then Becky addresses the stranger.
“Chantelle, I must apologise for our dirty little fuck toy here. By way of compensation, we will retire to the lounge for a drink and leave you to make use of the facilities. Feel free to use him as you please. Oh, and rest assured that he will be punished for this disgusting exhibition. I think that tomorrow we will use him as a toilet for the day! Perhaps that might teach him not to spill body fluids on the carpet!”
With that, the women exit the room leaving me distressed but having to concentrate closely on Chantelle. I know from experience that my role now is to meet her every need – and boy is she needy!
Dropping to her knees, she sniffs gingerly at my penis! She quickly recoils with an exclamation of disgust! “When did you last wash Billy? Your cock smells as if it’s been up a Fishermans ass for a month!”
I decide not to answer since I am counting on Chantelle not knowing that a response is compulsory.
