Nyotaimori

"Good girls…” Luke said, his voice thick with condescending satisfaction. "Now, with that mess cleaned up and you two sluts having eaten your fill, it’s time for the men to eat. Both of you lie down on the table on your backs. Do not move. Do not speak. Do not look at us…”

You and Melony lay down side by side on the sushi table, naked, skin glistening cleanly from your recent thorough licking. The cool surface sent a shiver down your spine and made your skin goosebump. With a deft flourish Luke took his finely lacquered chopsticks in a confident and experienced hand and used them to arrange you both carefully. He pushed your legs so they were spread slightly, your clit and lips presented to his satisfaction, and your arms were placed clean by your sides, making you both look like the ultimate sexual offerings.

Bill did the same to Melony. He was less deft with his chopsticks and tried to use them to grip her protruding clit. A rather large and pronounced clit that you could not help but compare to your woefully tiny one. His skill was not up to the task and Melony squirmed as the chopsticks fumbled and sought purchase on her little nub in a most frustrating manner. Her little gasps and intakes of breath sounded loud to you.

“No Bill. You need to be firm but precise. Imagine it’s like a sword. The grip should not be to loose or too tight…” Luke admonished as he gripped your smaller clit with a precise motion that you could not help but appreciate. He gently tugged on the sensitive nub with tiny motions of his wrist, demonstrating the correct use of the utensil. Your little gasps and grunts were more intense than Melony’s. He applied gentle pressure, squeezing almost to the point of pain. Then he twisted in a fluid circular motion the made your nipples prickle and your pussy clench with a need to be filled. He grinned, practically showing off as he gently manipulated the lips of your pussy, the two chopsticks sliding up and down. “Such a pretty pussy…” he admired.

Bill clumsily aped Luke but he lacked the finesse of your partner. Melony didn’t seem to mind, eyes rolling back as she lay there obediently.

“I’m hungry,” Luke said as he did a quick drum roll on your breasts. You watched as Luke picked up the platter and started placing pieces of food on both your bodies, the smell of the raw fish mixing with the scent of sex. Nyotaimori!

He began with your nipples, placing a slice of raw salmon on each one. It was cold and slippery, and the sensation was bizarrely erotic. You watched as the fishy treat wobbled precariously on your sensitive peaks, feeling a strange thrill. You could feel your sex moistening.

Bill, now Melony, watched with wide eyes as Luke did the same to her, placing a piece of raw tuna on her own swollen nipples. It slid and he had to reposition it with much gentle prodding of her breasts as nipples as he coaxed the morsel to sit on the hardening nipple, a feat that grew more difficult as the nipple grew more unyielding. You couldn’t help but wonder what the slippery bit of fish would taste like as Melony moaned in response to Bill’s inexactitude. It seemed almost intentional.

Next, Luke moved to your pussy, placing a piece of eel sushi right on your hairless mons, above entrance. The moist softness of the eel made you quiver with anticipation as he pushed it closer to your clit with a gentle culinary delight. Being reduced to this state, naked and completely objectified in this lowly role, less even than a mouthful of choice cut fish to be consumed at your partners pleasure was exhilarating.

Melony received a piece of shrimp on her clit, and she gasped as the chill sent a jolt of pleasure through her. You watched as she tried to remain still, her body betraying her with every little twitch and tremble.

You felt a hand at your neck, and Luke leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Now, you’re going to stay just like that, my little slut. And if any sushi falls, I will be very disappointed, understand?" His breath was hot, and you felt your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. You nodded, eager to please him. You knew you’d do anything he asked of you now. You were his plaything, his toy to use as he saw fit. The nano conditioning ensured this degrading state made you hornier than he’ll.

Melony’s eyes were wide with ill restrained excitement as she watched Bill place a piece of sushi on her chin, just below her mouth. "And if any of it falls, I will spank you Melony, like a naught girl should be spanked," he told her with a wicked smile.

“Yes sir,” she said and the food slipped off. “Oops,” she bit her lip coyly and you knew she had done it purpose.

“I’ll spank you later you little slut,” Bill promised as he used his fingers to eat the fallen sushi.

You felt your stomach flutter at the thought of Melony being spanked, imaging the both of you bent over and your naked asses slapped, leaving red hand prints. The notion was potently arousing. But you were also acutely aware of the sushi placed on your own and the need to remain perfectly still as instructed. It was frustrating to stay immobile and not to cave into your mounting arousal.

Luke could see your arousal writ large on your naked sushi strewn body, your flushed perspiring skin, the trembling ill contained need that thrummed like a tautly drawn guitar string through your rigid supine body, your irregular breathing, the restlessness of your fingers, the blatant raw need of your swollen lips and tiny erect clit that begged for attention. You nervously licked your lips. Careful to not let a single mouthful fall.

Bill took a piece of salmon from his plate and slid it into Melony’s mouth, watching as she chewed and swallowed. It was an oddly intimate gesture, and you felt your own juices flow, wishing that Luke would feed you, treat you like his lapdog… no treat you like his obedient and loyal fuckpet. You were both being used, but there was something about the way Luke had orchestrated this that made it feel... so right. You glanced covertly over at Melony, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie in your shared plight. She winked at you, and you felt a thrill run through your body. Fuck yes!

As the meal progressed, Luke grew more creative with his placement of the sushi, using chopsticks to place pieces on your body in increasingly sensitive spots which you had not deemed as such before. He showed you the nooks and crannies of your new body, deliberately and slowly exploring them as he and Bill drank hot sake. You felt the cold rice grains and the slices of raw fish on your thighs, your taut belly, your shoulders, your ribs, even your neck.

You felt a piece of wasabi-laden tuna placed right on your clit, the fiery sensation making your hips buck involuntarily. Melony giggled as Luke placed a large dollop of wasabi on your nipple, the heat making you gasp. He rubbed the sushi in the wasabi on your clit and nipples, used his finger to wipe them clean. They grew erect.

Bill took a piece of eel, wrapping and twirled it around Melony’s clit, the sight of it making your mouth water. You watched as she bit her lip, trying not to react too much. The tension in the booth was palpable, the air thick with desire and anticipation. You couldn’t believe how much you enjoyed the feeling of being on display like this, a living, breathing sushi platter for the amusement of your men.

And they slowly fed you tit bits… literally… mouthfuls that tasted of your pussy, Melony’s pussy.

Bill and Luke sat back and chatted about their week, how they had both been anticipating tonight. Ignoring you both.

You found yourself imagining what it would be like to have Bill’s cock in you again, to feel it fill you up and claim you as his. Your nipples were erect and sensitive, the wasabi on them making them feel like little points of pleasure. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy swollen and begging to be touched.

And they ignored you! Fucking bastards. It made you even more needy.

Luke noticed your reaction and decided to up the ante. He took his chopsticks and began to tease your nipples with them, twirling them around the sushi and flicking the sensitive tips. You gasped and arched your back, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

Melony’s eyes were on you, watching with a mix of envy and excitement. You could see her own desire growing, her body reacting to the scene playing out before her.

Bill fingered Melony’s nipple, watching it wobble with each touch. You watched, your own nipples begging for the same treatment. The chopsticks danced around your body, teasing and tickling as they played with the sushi on your sensitive flesh. Luke took a piece of tuna, dragging it down your stomach, the chilled fish making your skin break out in goosebumps. He paused just above your pussy, the sushi hovering over your clit, the anticipation driving you wild. He circled your clit and sopped up your juices then fed it to Melony.

With a grin, he took a piece of sushi and placed it right at the entrance of your pussy. You felt a gush of warmth as your body reacted, your pussy eagerly welcoming the food. The feel of the chopsticks sliding along your skin was driving you insane. You could feel the sushi pressing against your swollen bud, the rice sticking to your wetness. The ache for more was intense.

“We should fuck them for desserts,” Biil suggested.

“Hold your horses, Bill,” Luke said with a laugh, but the hunger in his eyes said he was considering it. He continued to tease your pussy with the chopsticks, the sushi long forgotten. You felt your body respond, arching into the touch, your hips moving of their own accord. The chopsticks slid along your slick folds, never quite entering you, but promising so much more. The anticipation was unbearable, your breath coming in short gasps.