My platter arrives.

Late the following day, there was a ring at the door. I opened it up to find two delivery men carrying a large box. I signed for it and dragged it into the living room. I opened it up and found a silver platter, a huge one.

I knew instantly what this was that this was a serving platter for me. I looked at the time and realised Mark would be home very soon. I dragged the platter out, shoving the cardboard to the side and stripped. I ran naked to the bedroom and got some rope from our toy kit, then realised I wouldn’t be able to tie myself up, so I swapped it for handcuffs. I went to the kitchen and grabbed an apple, then went back to the living room. I bit into the apple and lay down on my back on the platter. It was so cold. I then lifted my legs and handcuffed wrist to ankle and wrist to ankle, like I was trust up.

As I was cinching the last cuff, I heard keys in the door and voices. Suddenly I panicked, voices, two of them. Mark opened the door and stepped into the house, and froze. I locked eyes with him as Will stepped in after him. One of our friends, a nice guy. “What’s for dinner?” Will asked.

Mark smiled at me and walked over. He knelt beside my head and whispered, “Should I tell him to leave? Or…” he left the thought unsaid.

I looked at him and shrugged. I couldn’t do anything else and was already so horny.

“Well, Will, you get started. I will be back in a moment,” and he turned and left.

I looked at Will, who asked me, “What did he mean get started?” I raised my eyebrows before looking down to try and indicate the apple in my mouth. “Oh right, sorry.” He stepped over to me and pulled the apple out of my mouth, “You look really sexy, by the way,” he said before taking a bite.

Will was nice but never had I ever thought about fucking him. He was kind of lanky and a little nerdy, not really my type. “Thanks, I’m pretty sure Mark was telling you to get started fucking me.”

“Oh shit, really?” he pulled his t-shirt off. It was such a smooth motion that I blinked in surprise, never had I thought he was suave or anything. “Should I like, get a condom?” he checked as he pulled down his pants.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, “Where the fuck do you hide that thing?” His flaccid cock was hanging halfway down his thigh and was already a thick as three of my fingers. His shaved balls were no bigger than an average guy's but looked ridiculously small compared to his monster.

He smiled, “In you soon,” he said as he knelt by my head and ran his cock against my lips.

I sucked on his head and felt him start to grow before I said, “No condom, just fuck me.”

As I sucked him, deeper Mark came back into the room from behind Will and said, “Wow, you never told me you had any ink, Will.”

Will laughed, “I’m fucking your girlfriend’s face while she’s trussed up like a hog, and you want to talk about my tat?” he was growing quite large, and I realised at full mast I would not be able to suck him off. I wanted to feel that monster in my cunt.

Mark walked around before saying, “Woah, shit, that’s huge. Apple sauce to eat out little hog with?” I moaned as Mark held up a squeezy bottle. Will laughed and pointed down at his cock.

Mark squeezed a measure of the sauce onto his cock as he continued to try and feed me more of his man meat. I could no longer keep my teeth off him. He was so round and still seemed to be getting steadily thicker.

Mark moved to between my legs and squeezed some sauce onto my belly. Then he leaned through my legs and bit me where the sauce was. He bit me hard, and I moaned and came. I felt a mild disgust at myself for cumming on the thought of Mark eating my belly, but I couldn’t deny the intensity of the orgasm.

He leant back and smiled at me, “So Will, you want to **** her with that thing? I reckon it would be hot to see her throat bulge. Or would you rather her cunt?” he asked as he casually dribbled more sauce onto my breasts. I moaned again.