Mark pushes boundaries and I enjoy

I was panting with the strength of my orgasm, an orgasm brought on by the idea of being eaten. I was disgusted with myself and humping the air in arousal. As I twitched and my cunt spasmed, I pushed another apple from my cunt. "My God," I panted, "I can't believe I came over to you two wanting to eat me."

Mark smiled, "You up for a little more, Kimmie?" he asked.

I looked at him, my eyes glazed with arousal, "You aren't going to actually eat me, are you?"

Mark's smile broadened, "Only if you beg," he said.

I moaned again, it was uncontrollable, and I squeezed another apple from my cunt. As Mark left the room, I looked up at Will, "Can I suckle on your cock while we wait?"

Will laid his cock against my lips, and I slurped it into my mouth. It felt nice, sucking on his half-hard cock, moaning into him while still tied and lying on the platter. As I sucked on his cock I heard the microwave beep, and I moaned.

As Mark came back, I heard him say, "Hey, stop eating Will. He's meant to be eating you."

I couldn't help but moan and smile as I looked over at him. In one hand, he held two jars. One of some viscous liquid with floaty bits in it, the other was a deep red. In his other, he held the kitchen blowtorch. "Oh my God, what are you planning?" I asked him.

He smiled, "Well, you know I like my meat rare but nicely seared."

I moaned again, "And what's in the jars?"

"Oil and rosemary should help protect your skin a little, enough that you can feel the heat of the torch without suffering too much of a burn. And also a marinade," he said.

I was panting as I watched him get closer, my nipples were rock hard, and my cunt was twitching. "Be careful, please," I said.

Slowly Mark tipped the jar as Will pulled back, "No promises." I moaned at his tease and then momentarily wondered if it was a tease before I felt the oil hit my skin. It was warm and had a pleasant smell to it. I realised it was coconut oil. "Come on, Will, help me get her all covered," Mark offered.

Will wasted no time kneeling down and rubbing the oil into my skin. He spent a lot of time rubbing my tits and pinching my nipples. The rosemary scratched a little, but it felt nice. I moaned as Mark joined him, massaging the oil and herbs into my skin. I smelt nice.

They worked my arms and legs, rubbed it into my cunt and face. "Mark," I panted in pleasure, "the marinade?" I asked.

He smiled broadly as he put fingers to my mouth, "Of course, Will, untie her hands. We can try marinading one hand."

I sucked his fingers clean before moaning, "My left hand," I said, "God, I can't believe I am doing this."

Will reached for my bindings, and my hands stung as blood flowed back into them, and I stretched my arms and legs. Then Mark guided my hand to my side and placed it inside the marinade jar. It was cold and had a strong scent.

Then Mark picked up the kitchen torch, "You ready?" he asked, flicking the torch to low.