delicate collarbones, and her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her nipples and belly button had been tipped with the same gold particles Lillian used for her mask. Ferrer watched his guests take in the full, delicious view.
He offered her his hand and she stepped down from the podium. He led her back to the table, where he gestured for her to stand upon her chair. She obeyed, and then, following his direction, lay down upon the table. Her dark ringlets cascaded over the white tablecloth, and her round, full breasts sloped gently to the side. Her long thighs and calves stretched on forever, and her delicate feet rested at Ferrer’s place at the head of the table. Bowing over her, he ran his hands over her body as if she were a prized sculpture. He smoothed her hair in opulent waves, teased her nipples erect, and tested the heft of her breasts for the men to see. Then he traced the line of her ribs down to her soft flat belly and finally to her mound, which he stroked gently, for a moment or two, while she held her breath.
“Who will taste the sugarplum first—gentlemen?”
The men, engrossed by the vision of Claudine lying before them on the table, didn’t speak. It was the blonde who broke the silence.
“I will.”
All eyes turned to her. The blonde stood and removed her gown, her corset and her stays. Except for her delicate buttoned boots, she was nude. She took the hand of Ferrer, who, obviously delighted by this turn of events, escorted her around the table to Claudine’s feet. She knelt upon the table, delicately parted the gold-dusted thighs of the courtesan, and began to kiss and nuzzle Claudine’s mound. The blonde raised her ass and spread her hips so Ferrer had a tantalizing glimpse of her from behind. He grasped the globes of the blonde’s rump and spread them. He looked hungrily at the blonde before teasing her with his finger. With his other hand, he reached between her thighs and patted her plump labia.
“And who will be the first to taste this split peach?”
The blonde pushed her bottom out further. She focused her attention on Claudine’s pussy, pushing her thighs up and apart so that the guests still seated around the table could see the pink folds of the courtesan’s slit and the tiny bud of her clitoris. Her genitals shone with moisture in the candlelight, and the blonde gazed at her rapturously. The blonde was an expert. She lowered her mouth and pushed her wet tongue to Claudine’s inner folds softly and with a gentle rhythm. The dinner guests could hear the clicks of moisture as the blonde lapped. Once Claudine was soaking and emitting tiny moans, the blonde moved higher to her clit. She circled it with her tongue gently, over and over, and then when Claudine began to buck and arch her back, theblonde slid her tongue inside her. Claudine’s body shuddered as her orgasm came in undulating waves.
Ferrer remained behind the blonde, squeezing the cheeks of her bottom. He motioned for one of the redheads to come over. He supervised as the redhead grasped the blonde’s ass, lowered her head, and licked her. Once she had a good rhythm going on the blonde, he gave Clayton permission to fuck the redhead from behind. His cock already sheathed with a condom, Clayton quivered with excitement as he grabbed the redhead’s bottom, pushed into her and pumped energetically.
The other redhead had removed her gown. Wearing only her garter belt, stockings and delicate high-heeled shoes, she was being energetically humped by Haines over a chair.
Ferrer looked appreciatively as the tableau he’d created. But his eyes returned again and again to Claudine, lying serenely upon the table, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm.
“Claudine, my dear,” he called softly. “The night is still young.”
The wine had gone to her head, but she accepted the flute of champagne Ferrer produced. She raised herself up on one elbow, careful not to bump the blonde, still straddling her on all fours.
“Come,
He offered her his hand and she stepped down from the podium. He led her back to the table, where he gestured for her to stand upon her chair. She obeyed, and then, following his direction, lay down upon the table. Her dark ringlets cascaded over the white tablecloth, and her round, full breasts sloped gently to the side. Her long thighs and calves stretched on forever, and her delicate feet rested at Ferrer’s place at the head of the table. Bowing over her, he ran his hands over her body as if she were a prized sculpture. He smoothed her hair in opulent waves, teased her nipples erect, and tested the heft of her breasts for the men to see. Then he traced the line of her ribs down to her soft flat belly and finally to her mound, which he stroked gently, for a moment or two, while she held her breath.
“Who will taste the sugarplum first—gentlemen?”
The men, engrossed by the vision of Claudine lying before them on the table, didn’t speak. It was the blonde who broke the silence.
“I will.”
All eyes turned to her. The blonde stood and removed her gown, her corset and her stays. Except for her delicate buttoned boots, she was nude. She took the hand of Ferrer, who, obviously delighted by this turn of events, escorted her around the table to Claudine’s feet. She knelt upon the table, delicately parted the gold-dusted thighs of the courtesan, and began to kiss and nuzzle Claudine’s mound. The blonde raised her ass and spread her hips so Ferrer had a tantalizing glimpse of her from behind. He grasped the globes of the blonde’s rump and spread them. He looked hungrily at the blonde before teasing her with his finger. With his other hand, he reached between her thighs and patted her plump labia.
“And who will be the first to taste this split peach?”
The blonde pushed her bottom out further. She focused her attention on Claudine’s pussy, pushing her thighs up and apart so that the guests still seated around the table could see the pink folds of the courtesan’s slit and the tiny bud of her clitoris. Her genitals shone with moisture in the candlelight, and the blonde gazed at her rapturously. The blonde was an expert. She lowered her mouth and pushed her wet tongue to Claudine’s inner folds softly and with a gentle rhythm. The dinner guests could hear the clicks of moisture as the blonde lapped. Once Claudine was soaking and emitting tiny moans, the blonde moved higher to her clit. She circled it with her tongue gently, over and over, and then when Claudine began to buck and arch her back, theblonde slid her tongue inside her. Claudine’s body shuddered as her orgasm came in undulating waves.
Ferrer remained behind the blonde, squeezing the cheeks of her bottom. He motioned for one of the redheads to come over. He supervised as the redhead grasped the blonde’s ass, lowered her head, and licked her. Once she had a good rhythm going on the blonde, he gave Clayton permission to fuck the redhead from behind. His cock already sheathed with a condom, Clayton quivered with excitement as he grabbed the redhead’s bottom, pushed into her and pumped energetically.
The other redhead had removed her gown. Wearing only her garter belt, stockings and delicate high-heeled shoes, she was being energetically humped by Haines over a chair.
Ferrer looked appreciatively as the tableau he’d created. But his eyes returned again and again to Claudine, lying serenely upon the table, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm.
“Claudine, my dear,” he called softly. “The night is still young.”
The wine had gone to her head, but she accepted the flute of champagne Ferrer produced. She raised herself up on one elbow, careful not to bump the blonde, still straddling her on all fours.
“Come,
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