Nick has a big appetite

You hear Julie leave the room. Shortly after, you hear a clicking noise enter the room; you assume it's the waitress. Your guess is confirmed correct when you hear the waitress talk to the cook, and the cook answer that "Nick's food is ready." The waitress clicks her way out of the room. You hear the cook say, above you, "I got you next, little missy." His low, deep voice and your compromised position are turning you on. You know that you are about to get fucked, probably by a large number of guys, and that there's nothing you can do about it. Julie's not going to let you go for quite some time. You can feel your juices flowing.

The cook leaves the kitchen -- you hear him walking about, and the double doors -- and you are alone. For several minutes, you lay on the table, your muscles getting accustomed to the awkward positioning. You can hear voices talking out in the dining room, but you can't make out what they're saying. The longer you wait, the more turned on you get. You wish you could give yourself a quick orgasm, but you are too tightly tied. You wait.

Eventually, you hear the double doors swing open, and footsteps approaching you. Julie's voice announces, "Nick, I present to you my newest dish, Pussy du Chris. I do hope that you enjoy it." You hear Nick's chuckling laugh above you. "Well, I'm sure I will, little lady."

All falls silent. You listen, carefully. You hear the quiet rustle of clothing brushing against itself, then the unmistakable sound of pants falling to the floor, complete with the ring of a belt buckle hitting the ground. You await contact eagerly, and the first thing is the tip of Nick's finger, brushing against your pussy lips. You shudder, desperately wanting to feel him in you, to get this horrible waiting over with, but at the same time, afraid of his strangely thick cock. Nick drags the tip of his finger up and down along your pussy like a paintbrush. Each time it drags over your clit, you shudder a little. He pauses for a moment, his finger leaving contact with your sex; you assume he is either rubbing your juices on his cock, or tasting you.

After this pause, you hear Julie, who seems to be sitting somewhere off to the side. "Sorry, Nick, house rule: you've gotta wear a rubber." You hear Nick grumble an acknowledgement, and then the rustle of his hand fishing through the condom bowl. The package is torn open, and you are left with a final few seconds to prepare yourself for his girth.

You feel the tip of his cock pressing into you lightly, so lightly that you can feel the little air bubble he has left in the condom. Nick's fingers pull apart your pussy lips, exposing your moist pink to his eyes and dick. He begins to push his cock into you, very slowly. At first, the lethargic pace is frustrating, but as it moves further in, you are thankful for it; his insertion is slow (if steady), and if it were faster, you are afraid you'd tear. Your pussy aches from being spread so wide open. The further he penetrates you, the further the aching tingling of your stretched skin reaches. Finally, you feel his hairy ballsack and bulging beergut coming to rest against you.

"How's that feel, little lady?" Nick's voice is amused, and slightly breathless. "'ood" (good), you respond, not able to move your lips because of the ring gag. "'ore, 'lease." (More, please) Nick laughs. "Good, then. I can't say I wouldn't rather have you ridin' me, doin' all the work, but I guess a box this tight needs loosening no matter the situation."

Nick shifts his grip, grabbing the tops of your thighs with his hands for leverage. He pulls his pelvis away, his cock pulling out and creating a suction that lightly pops as it vacates your pussy. You can feel cool air coming into your pussy, and the walls of your vagina immediately begin to contract back to their regular diameter. Nick and his thick stub have other ideas, though. Nick crashes his cock back inside of you, this time quickly, putting the considerable weight of his body into the thrust, and thus penetrating you even further than before. Your vision is filled with stars, and you let out an involuntary cry. The tingling in your vagina becomes a burning, as your muscles struggle to cope with the adverse situation.

Nick does not let up. Again, he pulls his cock fully out, and again, he comes barrelling back in. Your exhalation of breath comes as a shriek, and you continue to moan even after the burst of sound, your physical body taking control of your vocal chords. Nick fucks you methodically. Though he is not fucking you quickly, with multiple thrusts each second, each time he invades your body, he puts his full weight behind it. He is not so much "banging" you as he is "slamming" you. Your prime rib of a pussy is getting pounded into a pulpy cutlet. You moan and you flinch and you wonder how long this onslaught can continue.

You hear Nick gurgle, and with one final push, puncture you again as he cums. The thrusting stops, and he stays inside you for a few long seconds, not even breathing. Eventually, you hear him gurgle again, and his breath resumes, quick and shallow. His cock recedes, and your pussy is given peace.