Regalement

Regalement

The table was spread with hot, steaming dishes of food. Mei lay in the centre, dressed only in a red, traditional Chinese dress that was cut off an inch past her hips. Soft curls of dark pubic hair were visible beneath her skirt from the head of the table where Cassandra sat, plate empty before her. Mei’s dress was cut low so that it just hid her nipples, but the hard peaks protruded into the air regardless, little mountains of red beyond the flat plain of Mei’s stomach.

Cassandra got to her feet. She walked along the side of the table, watching the way Mei wriggled on the wooden surface. Her hands lay at her sides, but the fingers twitched, yearning to dive into her body.

“Delicious,” murmured Cassandra, stopping when she reached Mei. The girl whimpered, shifting her body just the smallest amount. “Do you want to rub yourself?” Cassandra purred. She reached out a hand, hovering it over Mei’s breasts as the girl nodded her head. Her black hair was strewn over the tablecloth, resting between the dishes of succulent foods. Cassandra squeezed one nipple, smirking as Mei gasped. Gently, Cassandra pulled the fabric off the lower half of the breast until it was exposed, appearing like one of the luscious Chinese buns Mei was so fond of eating.

“What if I said no? It’s not dessert, yet.”

Mei swallowed, hard. Cassandra pressed her legs together as a warmth passed through her body at the sight.

“Fine. You have permission.”

The fingers sprang into action. One hand pumped desperately at the exposed breast, while the other one snaked between Mei’s legs, rubbing the hot, wet skin. Cassandra stepped back to watch; she loved the way Mei arched her body, loved the wet smacks of her clitoris clenching around her fingers, and loved the heated flush and hazy expression on Mei’s Asian face.

The Chinese girl masturbated for ten minutes, screaming as she hit her orgasm and lurching so that the dishes rattled on the tabletop. When she had finished, Cassandra stepped forward again, pulling the dessert cart with her. The woman moved the platter of roast beef and hoisted herself up onto the table. Her own dress was quite short, cut low so that her breasts were completely revealed. They swayed as she leaned over, plucking a strawberry off the cart and moving to position herself between’s Mei’s slender legs.

Cassandra pressed the strawberry into Mei’s come-clogged opening. There was an intake of breath as Mei shuddered, sensitive to the cold fruit that was intruding upon her body. It was gone just as quickly as it appeared, Cassandra biting the succulent berry coated in white. “Delicious.”

The woman reached for a bunch of grapes off the cart. She plucked each one off with purpose, rolling it into Mei’s body until it disappeared into the dank cavern. When seven grapes had vanished, Cassandra wrapped Mei’s legs around her waist, wedging her hand inside to grope for the lost fruit. Mei bucked as Cassandra’s nails scratched along her insides, piercing the berries and dragging them back out. They appeared like pearls now, ready to be consumed. Cassandra ate each one, purring as they slid down her throat.

Mei felt her arousal coming on again. She pinched her free nipple, holding tighter to Cassandra’s waist as she fought to keep silent. Next off the cart came a dish of chocolate pudding, chilled in a container of ice. Cassandra smothered her fingers with the substance, then thrust into Mei, her head falling backward as she felt liquid seep out from her own body. Six times the action was repeated, until all the pudding was gone. Cassandra was panting hard now. She scooped up two ice cubes and slid them into Mei’s opening, ignoring the sharp gasp the Chinese girl omitted. Trembling fingers undid buckles so Cassandra’s clothing fell away. She tore the dress off of Mei, groaning at the sight of twin breasts and the hot body that jerked up into her, set wild with the cold burn of the ice.

The finale was near, Cassandra decided, peeling back the green skin of a banana she’d pulled from the cart. It was still firm in its unripe state, easy to slid into Mei, and easy to mount as Cassandra slid the other end into herself. The mountains on Mei’s chest moved with the earthquake that consumed her body; Cassandra fucked her into the tabletop, both screaming as the waves of orgasm crashed into them. Cassandra leaned forward over Mei’s stomach, still attempting to thrust harshly, and pinched the girl’s erect nipples. Tiny hills had appeared around the mountains –gooseflesh, as Mei lost control of her body. It was Mei who came first, again spilling her milk over the table. Cassandra withdrew from her body and straddled her stomach, half of the banana still jammed into her tight opening. Mei watched, trying to fight off further arousal as Cassandra came, bursting all over Mei’s dark skin.

Only when their breathing calmed did Mei attempt to speak. She gazed up at Cassandra from beneath half-lids, asking, “Did you enjoy your meal?”

Cassandra pinned Mei’s arms above her head, so that their hardening breasts rubbed together.