Setting up the bondage Cross, and a snack

Clive was more than happy to provide both a padded cross and bench for the **** to be displayed upon between their two stalls. He took his time selecting the padded bindings that would wrap around Sarah's wrists locking her into place upon the cross. he described in detail the work that he put into each piece, from sanding the wood smooth, working the leather covers over the cushions, drilling the holes for the straps. How each piece would be adjusted for the heights of their prisoners. whether it was from extended straps on the crosses to adjustable leg heights on the bench. Dianna couldn't help but admire the pride that he put into his craftsmanship. Sarah for her part gave some experimental tugs upon her restraints to make sure that she could not escape even if she wanted to.

she felt ****. her nipples hardened in anticipation, and a cool breeze. Still, even with her bound to the cross, customers were slow to take notice. most probably working off a hangover from the night before or focused on more culinary over carnal delights at this hour. Her stomach grumbled in anticipation of food. Dianna's responded in kind.

Dianna moved over to her restrained **** and placed one of Sarah's nipples in her mouth biting down slowly until Sarah let out a gasp of discomfort before flicking her tongue over the little nipple rapidly for a few seconds.

"Don't go anywhere little whore, I'm going to go get us something to eat" she said with a light little spank on the ass as she turned around and marched off amongst the slowly filling bazaar before her. People of all shapes and sizes were slowly filling it up as they groggily emerged from their hedonistic comas from the night before. the smell of sex permeating the air. it was intoxicating. One man walked by with his chest bare, across his flesh she could see that whoever had been riding him last night had raked their fingernails down his chest so many times that he had begun to bleed. by the satisfied look on his face he regretted nothing. of his cat like paramour there was no sign. At one of the picnic tables set up for the festival goers one woman was bent over table as a man thrust into her hard and fast, she screamed as her nails scratched deep grooves into the wood as others sat around the table enjoying their meals and the morning show. A trickle of nectar began to dribble down her legs as her excitement grew.

Looking around she saw her mark. one of the food truck vendors was watching the rutting couple on the table, he was slowly stroking his cock of a more than respectable size as crepes slowly began to burn on the element before him.

"Fuck" he muttered as he noticed and jerked back to reality. flipping them over with one side slightly singed. Those in the line didn't seem to notice though as their attention was on the same distraction. It wasn't the only time as the line worked its way forward she noticed him constantly zoning out as he stared off towards sights offered before him. She was also not free of molestation. the man behind her, shy as he was considering the location continued to stand close behind. his hands "Accidentally" glancing over her supple derriere countless times.

Dianna eventually grew tired of the teasing and reached back behind her to grasp a hold of his pants and pull him forward, as he stumbled towards her in surprise his arms wrapped around her and she looked over at him, middle aged, just starting to bald, shy, probably a chronic church goer finally stepping out of his bubble to explore his fantasies. She gave him a wink as she guided his hands towards her breasts, encouraging him to squeeze and pinch at their perky tips. Her own fingers finding their way beneath the waste line of his pants to his bulbous member. A tight grip as her smooth hands glided up and down across his shaft, twisting her palm upon the head before sliding back down. She felt the surge of blood flow into his meat member as his scrotum began to tighten. She pumped faster as she knew he was going to burst. Warmth erupted into her palm as he gripped painfully tight upon her soft breasts.

"such a good boy" she said encouragingly towards him as she turned around to look him in the eyes as she licked the cum from her palms. "I was ever so hungry" The entire interaction took less than four minutes.

"thank you..." was all he could mutter as he watched her with almost devotion.

"Maybe later we will work on your endurance a little bit, okay pet?" Dianna said with a gentle pat on his shrinking cock as she turned around to see how far her place in line had moved. She was almost there.

"Would you like a little bit of relief there?" she asked the chef as he flipped another set of ham and cheese crepes a shade past golden. The man looked her up and down. his mustache twitched under his nose as he considered the offer. glancing down at her slender frame and mocha skin before his eyes shot back over to the couple passionately fornicating on top of a plate of food.

"and what might a little treat like you want for such a gracious offer?" he asked.

Not much, a few crepes to go, ham and cheese for me, chocolate and whipped cream for my girlfriend' Dianna replied.

"Heh, yeah i can do that. come around the back to the door, ill let you in. " he said with a gesture with his thumb.

"You dont mind waiting a few minutes while I ease someone else's stress do you pet?" she asked the man behind her in line who only shook his head emphatically as she climbed into the food truck and took her place on her knees before the chef.

It was cramped, it was hot, the metal flooring dug into her knees hard. She heard the middle aged man whos name she never bothered to learn even after he had burst upon her palm began to hesitantly order. Obvioudly distracted by what he knew was going on right before him.

She set to work, one hand grasping his engorged cock while the other cradled the balls dangling beneath. With a quick appraising glance she could see a few traces of lipstick already upon the shaft, a darker red, smeared near the base of the cock. Obviously she had experiance with deep throating. Well. Dianna wasnt going to be outdone.

She opened her mouth and licked the tip as she began to stroke the shaft, the chef grunted a bit but made no other sign as he continued making orders and the sizzling began in earnest above her.

The best blowjobs use your hands and the best handjobs use your mouth. She plunged the cock as deep down her throat as she could manage on the first thrust. Gagging slightly. As she pulled back her fingers gripped tight upon his shaft and gently twisted and stroked until she reached the head, twisting the palm of her hand over that and making him jerk in surprise before enveloping him between her lips once more. Driving the cock to the back of her throat. Each time she tried to run her tongue along the underside of the shaft all the way to the base.

Drool dripped down her chin and across her tits as she gagged upon the cock before her again and again. Stroking the salivated meat back and forth until the chef abandoned his task and gripped the back of her head with both hands. Then began to thrust.

Each one slamming his cock against the back of her throat as hard as he could as he skull fucked her with all of his might. Tears began to form in her eyes as she began to gasp for breath. She could feel the hardening though, the surge of blood that was the tell tale sign of an eruption building. Then just as fortold, he took one last thrust, pushing as deep into her throat as he could as her throat clenched upon his cock in its desperation to swallow the obstruction as shot after shot of cum poured into her stomach as his body went rigid with pleasure. A few moments later he let go of his grasp upon the back of diannas head and his cock slipped out of her mouth. He gasped for air almost as much as she did.

Then they both began to chuckle. A bit as he handed her a few napkins to clean hersellf with.

"Well i was only trying to barter for one meal for myself, but it looks like i got two" she laughed as she wiped a stray strand of semen from her chin.

"Girl, you earned as many crepes as you fucking want" he said as he threw another couple on the plate.