“Well Teenster, why don’t you clamber up on table 5 and get comfy so our lucky winners can get their hands all over you hot little body.”
Resigned to my fate, I use a chair to climb up as gracefully as one can with a breadstick hanging out of her cooch. I sit on the table figuring to lay back with my head against the wall and my puss facing the open end of the table and the gathering audience. Before I can lay back the girl climbs up on the table and straddles my thighs.
“Hi, Tina, my name is Bridget and I am going to devour you!”
Before I can react to this she has her arms around me pulling me up and to her. Her hands are on my upper back and the back of my head, guiding me up her and then she is kissing me. It is way different than Bobby. Her lips are soft, gentle, and warm. I can taste her lip gloss and then her tongue darts out and slides between my lips, tangling with my tongue before withdrawing. I am breathless and panting amid the whooping and hollering of the bar. I hear Eddie saying something about “swinging that way” but it is drowned out by Bridget pushing me down on my back and covering my mouth with hers. This time I willingly open my mouth to her welcoming her tongue back in. I know I am acting like a slut but I am beyond caring. Bridget kisses me long and hard, probing deep into my mouth with her tongue and this time when she withdraws her tongue I chase it with mine, exploring her mouth and moaning into her.
This time when she withdraws from my willing mouth she doesn’t go far. Her tongue trails a path from my lips to my ear lobe where she nibbles and plays her tongue over and behind. I can see her boyfriend in my peripheral vision. He is holding the damn basting brush. He takes the brush and runs it from where Bridget is nibbling down to my neck. Bridget takes the cue and starts planting kissing and nibbles down the trail of warm butter from my ear to my neck where she starts sucking in earnest. Meanwhile her boyfriend runs the warm brush across my lips and the leans down and covers my slippery lips with his. I don’t even know his name but I willingly let his tongue enter and dance with my own. I taste warm garlic butter on his lips which are somehow rougher and more firm than Bridget’s.
Now Bridget has the brush and she is tracing a line for her boyfriend from my mouth, to my earlobe, and down to my neck. Then I feel her hands behind my back unclasping my bra. I faintly here the crowd respond as my tits are exposed but then the brush is dancing over my nipples and then Bridget and her boyfriend are kissing and sucking on my nipples. My blood is pounding in my veins and I am a moaning mess under their attentions. I can feel my puss pulsing and squeezing the breadstick that is still inside me and I gasp and give a little squeal as the brush slides down my tummy and twirls my belly button before sliding down to my inner thigh, stopping short of my tingling puss.
As if by some signal Bridget moves down to kiss my belly button while her boy kisses a trail of butter down my leg. His hand gently urges me to spread my thighs and I comply willingly, expecting to feel his mouth or fingers find my over sexed pussy.
Instead he painstakingly trails his mouth up and around my puss, taking care to stay just outside my throbbing labia. I can feel his gentle breath on my heated sex. Bridget has my hand in hers, and guides it up to her mouth where she slowly slides it into her moist mouth. She slides my index finger deep inside her mouth and then slides her mouth up and down my finger. My over-sexed brain can only think of how her fingers would look thrusting in my pussy. I can feel my hips humping the air, trying to find her boyfriend’s mouth which is now taking a second circuit around my puss only this time the tip of his tongue is gently tracing a path over my labia.
I am in a crazed place, making sounds that don’t even sound like me, when Bridget works a path down my navel and to my inner thigh. Her boy is planting little kisses on my labia traveling up one side of my pussy.
They both pause for a moment and I let out a little moan of frustration but then my world explodes as her boy spreads my pussy and plants a kiss directly on my clit. He has his hand just above one of my knees pulling it one way while he works my clit with his tongue. Bridget has her body between my legs holding my other leg spread as she slides the breadstick out of me and replaces it with her tongue.
I buck helplessly against their mouths and then Bridget slides her fingers into my puss, fingering me rapidly until I shriek and cum stronger than I ever have before. I am bucking and shaking on the table and I can feel my pussy flooding Bridget’s hand with my wetness.
When I come down I am blushing a deep red even as Bridget trails her girl-juice covered hand back up my body before trailing the musky juice over my lips. I think she is trying to humiliate me and my heart sinks but then her lips cover mine in a sensual kiss, dragging my musky taste into my mouth and then back into hers. She bends down by my ear and whispers “well that was fun, wasn’t it”.
I slowly sit up and make out Eddie’s voice still commentating, “well boys and girls, it don’t get much hotter than that little production, does it!” This time I am inclined to agree with him! I get up off the high top and I give Bridget a big hug and then I give her boy a big hug and whisper in his ear “what’s your name lucky winner?”
“I’m Derek and my girl is Bridget” he replies.
“Thanks Derek. I hope you and Bridget visit again.” I reply. Giving him a big squeeze before gathering up my bra and making my way back to the changing room to get cleaned up.
When I come back out I am hoping we are done “promoting” but it’s not to be so. I see Eddie and Silv are up on the stage.
“Great news Tina. I think we have enough time for one more promotion!
I sigh and take a deep breath before making my way up to the stage. Through the course of the night I have gotten the hang of the heels. However, I haven’t gotten use to the provocative way they force me to swing my butt as I walk.
Silv again has the chair turned away from the crowd and Phil is walking up so I take my cue and bend over the back of it humiliating myself and showing my puss and ass to the crowd.
“Thatta gurl Tina. Your ass is still as gorgeous as ever.”
“Splat”. Eddie punctuates his assertion with a heavy slap to my right butt. I blush but hold my position.
“This time try not to burn my cunny with your hot bread please!” I shout back at Eddie, hoping to earn a little relief by playing along and appealing to him.
“Not a problem Tina, your wish is our command. Only cool dough here!”
I am surprised by Eddie’s ready agreement which doesn’t quite seem to be his normal character but then I feel hands on the small of my back and on my labia simultaneously holding me down and spreading me open. I am surprised when nothing happens. No fingers molesting me and no humiliation as soft bread squishes into my puss.
The crowd lets out some drunken laughter. I assume that Eddie must be playing to them in some lewd way at my expense. I steady my breathing and tell myself “hang in there girl… you’ve already been through this twice… one more and I can go home.”