“Ah, ah, ah, ah….. ooooohhhhhhhhhhh,” I start to moan as I feel my orgasm getting close.
“That’s it boys! Finger fuck that pussy!” I hear Eddie shout as he encourages the man between my legs to redouble his efforts at fingering my hole. And then my orgasm breaks over me and I start to shudder on the table. I shake as I cum.
“Aieeeee,” I squeal and reach down to pull the toy of my oversensitive clit. The man still has his finger buried knuckle deep in my vagina and is wiggling his finger uncomfortably inside me. I reach down and put my hand gently over his. “Thanks for the big orgasm” I murmur as I gently withdraw his finger from my puss.
“Well boys and girls. I’d say that was a job well done by table 30. What do you say we get a round of applause for Tina and our lucky winners at table 30.”
The bar gives enthusiastic applause in response to Eddie’s acknowledgment.
“Ok Tina, why don’t you take a 10 minute break and hit the showers before we get you ready for the next lucky winner!”
I sit up and Silvia and Phil help me off the high top. I am grateful to have a few minutes to hobble back to the changing room and recompose myself before I have to come back out to the bar.
15 minutes later I timidly walk back out to the bar, resigned to more humiliation and another show. Eddie wastes no time with an enthusiastic “Welcome back Teensters. I know you’re probably feeling a little empty inside so why don’t you come back on stage so Silv can get you filled back up.”
Judging by the crowd feedback, the bar has obviously been waiting and I see the breadstick count is already at 42 / XXX so I hope Eddie chose a larger number.
I make my way back up to the stage where Silv is standing next to a chair. “What do you say we change it up a little sweetheart and show off that hot little ass of yours…?” Silva purrs. She is wearing a microphone so the crowd can hear her question.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask knowing it is no use to resist or protest. Better the known debasement than letting Eddie get creative.
Silvia drags the chair to the front of the stage but confuses me by facing it away from the crowd.
“Ok honey, let’s put on a nice show… come up and bend over the back of the chair and stick that gorgeous ass out at the crowd.”
I blush bright red but comply and let Silvia pose me like a store mannequin. She puts her hand on the small of my back bending me over the back of the chair so my tummy is resting on the top and my hands are on the seat.
“This is so humiliating!” I whisper as Silvia moves her hand to my inner thigh encouraging me to spread my legs amid a chorus of wolf whistles. I am sure they can see my pussy from behind but thankfully the lingerie covers some of my butt. I’m not sure how I have any modesty left but somehow it still matters.
“Wow boys, that looks good enough to eat eh!. Why don’t you give that ass a little shake for the crowd.”
I wiggle my butt and shake it back and forth for the benefit of the crowd. Looking back through the back of the chair I see Phil make his way up to me and I take a deep breathe as I prepare for more food to be stuffed in my little hole.
“Ok, team, let’s get this hot bun in it’s snug little oven,” Eddie instructs over the chatter of the crowd.
I concentrate on taking deep, full breathes as I feel Silvia and / or Phil’s fingers on my labia again, spreading me open and exposing my vagina to the crowd. Then I feel the basting brush sliding up and down my puss. Phil spends some extra time buttering my clit which unbelievably gets me going. I guess it is better for me if I am wet but I hate how my body isn’t my own.
“Thatta girl” I hear Silvia purr over the speakers. “Get all nice and warm and lubed up for us.” Silvia’s finger slides into my pussy as she says this and curls up towards my belly button drawing a small gasp from me. Then I feel her finger pull out to be replaced by the damn brush. Phil twirls it around my entrance tickling my oversensitive vagina until I want to turn around and pull it out of his hand. I am just about to stand up when he again slides it into my pussy and starts fucking me with it.
“Unh” I gasp and I look down and grip the chair while Phil vigorously fucks me with short strokes right at the entrance to my pussy. I feel my entrance stretch and then grip the handle of the brush only to be stretched again as he pulls it back out. I look down at the seat of the chair, struggling to keep more sex noises from escaping as I get worked back up.
I am surprised to hear laughter from the crowd and I am faintly aware that he is gesturing to the audience. The brush pulls out of my vagina and I feel the hands on my labia apply more pressure. This is it, I think, bracing myself to be stuffed.
“Hey!” I yelp as I feel an almost scalding heat press up against my puss and then it pushes in filling me up with a scalding heat. “It’s hot!” I yell as I stand up, uncomfortably filled with a hot breadstick. Phil grabs my arms or I would pull the stick out of me.
“Don’t worry Tina, we thought you’d like a hot stick in your hot little pussy but we checked it on our wrists before stuffing it home to make sure we didn’t burn your important parts.” Silvia explains.
Sure enough, even though I am spreading my legs and waving my pelvis around in a ridiculous fashion I can feel that it isn’t so much burning me as just uncomfortably warm inside me. I stopping thrusting at the air and go still hanging in defeat from Phil who is still holding me up by my arms facing the crowd. The crowd for it’s part is roaring with laughter at my expense.
“Well Tina. How do you like our cheese stuffed sticks? Your tight little puss sure gobbled that one up!” Eddie proclaims. “Ok everyone, let’s see if we can get to our next lucky number before that stick gets cold. We like to serve our food hot at the Stuffed Pussy!.”
Phil lets me go and I take a deep breath and hobble towards the greeting station. When I take a step I feel oil squeeze out of the stick and drip down my inner thigh. Self-consciously I wipe it up with my finger.
I spend the next hour greeting customers at the door. It feels like I explained my humiliating outfit a million times to every stranger that walks in the door. The cheese stuffed stick feels different than the other breadstick… somehow more firm than the other breadstick. I look over at the count and see it is at 161/XXX so I know we must be getting close to my next round of tormenting. As if on cue all of the tables light up with the jackpot sound.
I hobble over to Silv who is bustling towards me.
“Don’t worry Tina, I sort of rigged it for you.” Silvia says and then winks conspiratorially at me. I wonder what she means as she takes my arm in hers and leads me back to the bar.
The jackpot noises come to an end, replaced by Eddie speaking through the intercom system. “Well boys and girls, it looks like tall top # 5 is our lucky winner! It’s gonna be a little more intimate of an occasion. Tina, I hope you are up for a hot little threesome!”
Up ahead I see the boy and girl from that I greeted at the door looking at me. I try to read their expressions which seem a little bit excited and a little embarrassed. I blush as I realize the girl is going to be playing with me.