Erotica, Series
The Leatherbound Diaries, Part 4
Amuse-bouche: Cathy gets devoured as a salacious starter
Previously: Cathy’s friend Leyla takes her to a posh sex party where there’s a special ‘culinary attraction’. Cathy signs up to be on the menu.
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When we saw the actual buffet, our appetite for food returned. It was a feast. We were not the only ones feeling hungry; people were eating, drinking and chatting like at any regular party. Two more ‘sailors’ filled our plates with the most delicious mezedes. Leyla stuffed her face as usual and teased one sailor by seductively licking the cream cheese out of a peppadew. The young man laughed and offered her another one by holding it between his teeth. The other sailor rolled his eyes at me in jest.
I noticed some art photographs hanging on the wall and recognised two of them. They were from a Dutch artist who had been living and working in Berlin for a few years. I like her work and hope to be as good as her someday. A woman next to me was looking at the prints too. She wore a purple sleeveless dress that emphasised her bosom. It had a long split that showed a tattooed leg. Her arms and hands were heavily inked too. She asked if I liked the work and I nodded.
‘She’s in Bolivia now,’ the woman said.
‘Who?’
‘The artist.’
‘You know Betsy Hooft?’
The woman assessed me briefly; that I knew the artist’s name seemed to impress her.
‘Yes, she stayed at my place for a while. Nice woman. Smart. Keen eye.’
I didn’t know what to say next.
The woman turned to me and smiled. ‘I saw you dancing just now. I hope those two asked for permission to grope you like they did.’
‘Sort of.’
‘They should. Remember that. Didn’t your friend fill you in?’ The woman nodded towards Leyla.
‘She did, but we went with the flow.’
‘As long as you get it, Cathy. We’re here to have fun, it’s a party. But no monkey business.’
I nodded and wondered how she knew my name, so I asked her.
‘You’re on the list. Is it your actual name?’
‘Yes.’
She extended her hand to me. ‘I’m Nina.’
‘Pleased to meet you, Nina.’
‘Likewise, Cathy. I hope to see more of you. You’ve obviously got taste.’ She gestured to the photographs, smiled and walked off with her plate. Leyla immediately came up to me, making all kinds of faces.
‘Do you have any idea who that is?’
I shrugged. ‘She said her name’s Nina.’
‘Yes, it’s Nina Kuhn.’
The name didn’t ring a bell for me. Leyla rolled her eyes at my ignorance.
‘Gallery Kuhn on Rosenthaler Strasse?’
I finally heard the bell ringing. It’s in the centre of Berlin and attracts tourists as well as serious art people. Paul Kruger had taken me to see an exhibition there, and I’ve gone back on my own. Somehow I didn’t make the connection.
A sailor came up to me and Leyla, telling us to check the listing for the Culinary Event. The image of the large table with the cuffs attached to it and my name on the menu flooded my brain and send a current through my body. I grabbed a glass of water from the buffet and downed it. The XTC we’d taken earlier was still intensifying my senses but also making my mouth dry.
At the entrance of the kitchen, the sailor who’d noted our names on his clipboard was putting up a board. It looked like a regular restaurant menu with five courses: amuse-bouche, starter, salad, main, dessert. The corresponding dishes were people’s names, and I saw my name under ‘Amuse-bouche’. A man next to me happily told the small crowd that had gathered, ‘I’m the salad, guys, I’m the salad.’ We all laughed.
The sailor invited those who’d signed up as customers to take place around the big dinner table. Leyla kissed me on the cheek and whispered, ‘Have fun’, before taking her seat. Two sailors stood at each end of the table. We, the dishes, were asked to undress and line up along the kitchen counter, and wait for our turn. I was trembling, knowing I’d be up first. Being served as an amuse-bouche to a company of horny people felt totally tantalising. The sailor invited me to bend over the table like I’d done before, but now the cuffs were closed around my wrists, my bare bum and pussy exposed. I could hardly stand from the anticipation. I turned my head and looked at Leyla, seated right next to me. I must’ve looked a bit scared because she caressed my cheek to calm me down.
‘Dinner’s served,’ the sailor announced and he rang a bell. ‘First course. Scrumptious Cathy.’ People applauded. ‘And remember, dear guests, don’t eat with your hands.’
It was all campy and tongue-and-cheek and I had to laugh myself until the first person touched my cunt with their tongue. Only then did I realise I was as wet as a squashed tomato, leaking juices down my thighs. But the person who was eating me didn’t allow it to waste. He or she — I had no idea — diligently licked my inner thighs up to my pussy lips. The tongue lapped at me, obviously enjoying my taste. I was shivering all over and my begging eyes made Leyla kiss me.
I became aware how other guests at the table kissed my back and arms and hands. Someone sucked on my fingers and another was brushing their lips along my legs. No one used their hands. I turned my head to look around the table and the sight of the guests enjoying me as an hors d’oeuvre was overwhelming. My first orgasm of the evening flushed out the last bit of my self-consciousness. I closed my eyes and let the feast continue. A cock entered me gently and I heard a pleased grunt behind me. My cunt was eager to welcome the girth of this man. He was in no hurry, simply enjoying the friction of easing in and out of me. I pushed against him to express my enjoyment. Without coming, he left me and another cock entered. It felt different and I soon realised why. This was a dildo. I turned my head towards Leyla but she wasn’t in her seat anymore.
‘Yes, it’s me baby.’ Her voice came from behind and just the idea that she was actually fucking me with the others watching us, built up my second orgasm fast. Someone else had crawled under me and their tongue now flicked my clit. Leyla continued to steadily fuck me with her strap-on while anonymous lips pinched and sucked my clit. I came loudly and my gasps caused the guests at the table to moan along with me. I suspected people were touching themselves and each other. Probably there was an audience near the door. I kept my eyes closed to heighten the sensations that flowed through me. A caring voice close to me whispered did I want to continue?
‘You can have one more if you like, but there’s still four courses to go.’ I opened my eyes and looked at the sailor who’d helped me lie down on the table. ‘One more,’ I said, ‘but I’d like to turn around?’
He signalled my decision to the other sailor and they helped me turn and lie flat on my back. Soon my tits, belly, neck, ears and lips were kissed, licked and sucked. I observed the faces of my customers for a while as they devoured my body. It was an intoxicating sight. My eyelids were heavy and I closed them again. The lingering image on my retina was of the woman I’d seen moving between my thighs and whose lips and tongue I now felt on my cunt. She was aware of the hyper-sensitivity of my swollen labia and clit as she gently built my third orgasm. What seemed like a hundred mouths electrified my skin and I wriggled under them like a happy baby. My orgasm came in bursts of almost agonising pleasure, sending my abdomen and legs into spasms.
I heard a bell that commanded the mouths to part from me, leaving me panting on the table. The two sailors kindly helped me off it and when I stood, wet and naked, my legs wobbly, everyone applauded. It was strange but exhilarating. I turned to Leyla, she was beaming at me and everyone else around looked thankful and full of admiration. A sailor handed me a dressing gown. I put it on and he guided me out of the kitchen to a dimly lit room with a comfortable-looking couch. Nina Kuhn was there, in an armchair, reading a book. I sat down on the couch and exhaled. My body was ablaze, tingling all over. Nina asked if I wanted some water and I nodded. She poured me a tumbler, adding a few mint leaves before handing it to me, sat down again and continued to read. The odd silence between us was comforting. I listened to Nina’s steady breathing and the rustle of the pages she turned and nodded off.
When I woke, Nina had left, but the pretty cross dresser I’d danced with earlier in the evening was sitting next to me. I had laid in his arms. He asked me if he could kiss me — who’d told him?—and soon after I went down on him. We ended up fucking, but I asked him to come on my tits. We thanked each other. I got cleaned up, put my clothes back on and went to find Leyla. She was dancing in the living room and I joined her happily for the rest of the night.
[To be continued]
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