Julie and the cook

Before Julie has finished making her last statement, you hear the double doors swing open again (you are still blindfolded by your thong). "Welcome back," Julie states. You hear the cook's voice respond. "You said there were rules about this?" You hear a zipper being undone, and pants falling to the ground. "Yes," Julie replies, "just a few ground rules. You don't get to leave any marks, so no hitting, or biting or scratching. I suppose if you squeeze her tits so hard you leave bruises, I might allow that. You can fuck her hard, but no straight up hurting her. If you want to stuff your cock in her mouth and prevent her from breathing for thirty seconds, but you can't do it for two minutes -- that sort of thing. Ah yes, and the most important part: you have to wear a condom if you want to fuck one of those holes. We have to think about safety." You can't see, but assume Julie is pointing at your lower "holes." The cook clarifies the point for you. "You mean I can fuck her mouth without a rubber, but not her cooch?" Julie laughs, and answers "yes."

There is a moment of silence. You hear the cook walking around you, and he touches your legs as he circles the table. He whispers a few words in Julie's ear. She responds quietly with a "yeah, I can do that." He whispers a few more words. Julie's response: "I've got some lube in my bag." More whispering. "Oh, that's even better." You have no idea what they are talking about, and somehow that makes this quite nerve-racking. From Julie's response about lube, you assume he asked if he could fuck you up the ass, but her subsequent "that's even better remark" is troubling. Did he ask to fuck you without lube? You hope that's not the case, since that is never a positive experience. You're excited to get fucked, but not in that way.

After a few silent seconds, you feel Julie pulling the board out that was supporting your head. Your head once again hangs loosely. You are about to complain about this, when your face is suddenly stuffed full of flesh. Julie has stepped over you, and straddled your face, her vulva over your nose and mouth. She grips your hair and pulls your face taut against her. You feel cloth pulling up against your neck and the back of your head, and realize that it is her underwear. She must have pulled down her thong, stepped over you, and now has pulled it back up, probably hooking them tautly over her hips. In any case, it provides some support for your neck. You shift your head back so that you can breathe through your nose, and she obligingly rotates her pelvis so that your mouth is still fully covered. You immediately start to work her over with kisses and licks. You and Julie have made out before, have even given each other oral pleasure, but never in the presence of anyone else, and never so forcefully. Her scent drives you wild.

You are not given much time to focus on that, however. Moments after Julie's pussy lips are pressed against your mouth, you feel a slimy finger massaging around your asshole. You are confused what the "slime" is, since you know it's not lube. It is thick and greasy. Whatever it is, it certainly seems to be doing a good job lubing you up. The cook slips his finger into your anus as soon as it will allow it, and proceeds to quickly but gently massage it more open. More and more of the goo is slathered on and around your hole, as the cook slips in a second finger. Then the fingers are withdrawn entirely.

Your attention is drawn back to the pussy smothering you. Julie is directing your focus, rocking her pelvis around to put your lips and tongue where she sees fit. She is already wet, and dribbling all over you. Julie must have been hot and bothered before she even mounted you, because you can feel her clit swelling, and she reaches down with one hand to clutch your tit, and steady herself. You rub your tongue around her clit, giving it extra attention and pressure, and you feel Julie climaxing, bucking harder onto your face. Her thighs clench, and you are left without air for several long seconds, Julie's clit vibrating, still against your tongue.