Max aims for the head

Holding the door open a crack, Max looked to the dinner guests. Max thought to herself, “How did that idiom go? ‘Cut off the head and kill the body’?” She directed her eyes at Captain Reynolds. The man sat stoic and straight laced with the perfect posture as the others bantered merrily among each other. Even at a social gathering he presented himself with an air of authority and decorum. It wouldn’t be an easy nut to crack… or bust? Still, the messenger girl mused, this guy was corrupt, otherwise Jessip wouldn’t have invited him to the dinner party. There must be some bend to this guy’s ‘straight and narrow’ attitude.

Max took a deep breath and glanced over to Jessip for some sort of reassurance. He simply stared at her with a ****, pleading look. No help there. She frowned slightly and sighed, “Wish me luck!” She didn’t wait for a response. Instead, Max turned around, adjusted her top, primped her hair and marched back into the dining room.

Inside the dining room, talk had idled down as everyone was digesting their meal. Max approached the table as if to collect the finished plates. Meanwhile, she fretted over how to approach Reynolds. She eyed the old man with a sidelong glance. The man was intimidating, but he wasn’t the first that she’s ever run across. Of course, she was totally confident in her abilities to take the man down, but her skills in seduction were going to be put to the test here. She swallowed dryly as she looked around. She noticed that Reynold’s dessert remained untouched. This could be her opportunity.

Max leaned up against the table so that she could coque her hip up seductively. Reynolds turned his attention to her. She pulled in the English Trifle dessert and spun her finger around the rim of the glass holding it. Inside was a colorful medley of fruits topped with a light golden cake topped with fluffy white cream and repeated two more times until it reached the top of the glass. Max turned to the elder man and said, “Why Captain, you didn’t like the dessert?”

Reynolds held his hand up and waved it from side to side and shook his head. “It’s too sweet for me, darling. I’m trying to watch my blood pressure,” he replied with a polite smile.

Max sidled along the table so that she was leaning back against it and facing the captain. Her finger dipped into the cream and swirled it enough to coat her fingertip. “Oh, but tonight is a night of indulgence, sir…” She raised her creamed finger, opened her mouth and slid the finger down her tongue before sliding her tongue around the finger to lick up the rest of the cream. She closed her lips around the digit and sucked, taking a peek at the captain’s reaction. He sat in silence but there was a twinkle in his eye which was enough for Max to pounce on. She pulled her finger out with a wet ‘pop’ and asked in a husky tone, “Would you care to… indulge me?”

This left the officer speechless, so Max grinned and lifted her leg lithely over his head and rested herself in the captain’s lap. She perched herself there, rotating her hips and feeling him perk up below. He was definitely responding the way she wanted him to. Now was the moment of truth though. Would the captain take the bait or would he reject her and end the evening, thus Max’s hope of protecting Logan’s identity from the the entire ****? Max didn’t like the stakes, but she had to try. The captain was being receptive, so she decided to push a little further. She turned around and dipped her finger into the trifle again to bring up a whipped cream coated finger. She pointed the treat toward the silver maned leader of the group and hovered it in front of the man’s mouth.

Reynolds simply smiled and said, “I really shouldn’t.”

Max’s heart dropped. It wouldn’t be so easy after all. She thought quickly and said, “It’s just a little sugar, it’s not going to kill you.” She began to coat her lips with the dessert. Her heart was pounding against her chest as she braced herself for the captain’s reaction. She wriggled her ass on his lap to get him into the mood and leaned in for a kiss.

Their lips meshed, much to Max’s surprise. She tasted a smoky licorice on the elder gentleman. To even more surprise, Max felt a tongue slither across her lips. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she had gotten through to the hard man. Their licks smacked some more before Reynolds finally pulled back and Max did as well. She smiled and took a breath before saying, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Reynolds leaned back in his chair and shrugged amiably. He gave a wry smile and responded, “Well, who am I to say no to such a pretty face.”

“Hey Captain, how about sharing some of that sweet stuff with the rest of us?” Conner called out from his end of the table. He eyed max openly, causing her to shiver in detest. There was a general chuckle from the group that began to cool off the sexual tension that Max had been working so hard to build up.

Nonplussed, Max turned to the weasel, then to the rest of the dinner party and said with a wink, “Plenty of me to go around, boys!” She licked her honeyed lips seductively for them and added, “But first, I want to treat the captain to some dessert…” She hoped that the promise would be enough to keep the rest of the group seated while she entertained their leader.

In one smooth movement, Max hooked her fingers under her slinky negligee and pulled it over her head. She tossed it to the side and laid back against the table. The group began to murmur with renewed energy as they could could see her stiff, upright nipples showing equal excitement. Max reached into the dessert glass and dug out two mounds of cake, fruit and cream to cover her breasts in. She smiled over to the man she was sitting on and rotated her hips to invite him to eat.

With a new found enthusiasm, Captain Reynolds leaned forward. He pulled himself in using Max’s ass for support, getting in a good grope as he did. Soon, the old man’s mouth as working over Max’s left breast. Max surprised herself by letting out a genuine moan. She arched her back and shivered as the wet lips cleaned up the crumbs and left a cool trail of saliva behind. The guys watched and began to hoot and holler encouragements.

“Attaboy, captain!” Carter called out.

“I know where I’d want to eat her out,” Conner added with little tact.

Max leaned back so her head rested on the table as Reynolds feasted on her right breast. She took a quick glance at the others. Even Chen had put down his phone long enough to observe the debauchery. Max smiled to herself with satisfaction over the results..

“Hey Jessip!” Jacobs called out to the kitchen, “You’re going to need to bring out seconds on that dessert!” the muscular man then proceeded into the kitchen himself.

The others began to swarm around Max and the captain as he finished licking her tits clean. “Get up on the table, girl.” Reynolds ordered, soft but sternly, as he tugged on Max’s panties.

Max gave an impish grin and obeyed. She backed herself up onto the table as her panties slid off in the process. She sat on the table’s edge, naked for everyone to see. There was nothing to do but own the moment. At first she played coy, folding her legs together to one side as she covered her breasts with one arm. She teased opening her legs for the crowd, before turning all the way around so they could view her supple, round posterior. They eyed her hungrily as her golden skin shimmered under the warm lighting of the room.

“So soft and smooth…” Reynolds noted with appreciation.

All the attention to her body sent shivers of pleasure up Max’s spine. Despite the predicament, the young beauty was basking in the adoration. Her heart palpitated with excitement at the spectacle she was giving as well as the anxiety over what was to come. Was she really going to let all these men have their way with her? Was she going to enjoy it? Her cheeks burned as the seedy thoughts filled her mind of what these men were about to do with her nubile young body.

Jessip and Jacobs returned with a bowl full of whipped cream and fruits. They both paused to admire Max’s naked beauty along with the others, then had her lay across the hastily cleared table. Jessip slathered the whipped cream on top of her. It was cool to the touch but light, a strange sensation for the girl. She was caked in the sugary substance from neck down to her toes like Jessip was icing a cake. Jacobs, meanwhile, dotted her with fruits, paying particular attention to where her nipples would be and planted a fruit salad bush for good measure. The thickness of the cream held up the small berries and grapes without a problem. Max’s body started to resemble a winter snowscape. She tried moving around under the layer of fruits and cream but didn’t dare move too much and ruin the display. It didn’t take long for the two to finish decorating and everyone stood in silence to appreciate the piece.

“Gentlemen?” Jessip said, gaining everyone’s attention. After a another short silence, he uttered, “Bon appetit!”