Betrayed Chapter 5

"What an exciting dining sensation you have come up with, Sweetheart," she purred in my ear. "Let's see if it is as good the other way."

She held me down with one hand between my shoulder blades. I heard the rustling of cardboard behind me. The first tentative drippings down my spine tickled. They were followed by heavier plops as something more substantial landed on my skin. The soft, feathery touch of her lips and the tip of her talented tongue were sweet torture. She began at the nape of my neck and worked her way downward, alternately licking, nipping, and sucking as I had done. Moments passed like hours, caught up in the agony of sensation and anticipation.

She shifted her knees to the inside of my thighs, spreading them apart. A thick wedge of pizza was dragged between my spread cheeks, sloughing off a thick layer of juice, sauce, and ingredients. She took her time with teeth and tongue, slurping up this concoction from her 'bowl'. Her tongue probed my love blossom, opening it up, making it slick with tomato and meat juice.

"I am so glad you are not a Vegan," Dianna cooed behind me. "I like my dinners… meaty!"

She timed her lunge with her words. Her slick, greasy fuckpole mated with my equally-slick, greasy love nest in one quick thrust. I grunted aloud – from surprise, not pain. After the previous two days, I was well beyond hurting from her sexual advances. At the same time, her greasy hand softly stroked my own rigid love rod.

I raised upright on my knees. Dianna held me close, thrusting in and out firmly. She continued to stroke my 'clit' with one hand while pinching my nipples with her other. I felt my heart hammering in my chest. My eyes focused, unseeing, on some point high on the opposite wall. My entire being was focused on the points of her triple assault.

"Baby," she murmured, "I can't begin to tell you how much I have enjoyed dinner. Let me take care of dessert."