Hi lovelies
As you probably know, my latest anthology, The Best of Lexie Bay – Volume Two is out now to buy from all of the usual places and I wanted to share a little bit of one of my favourite stories with you. Hopefully this story about a naughty threesome playing with their food will whet your appetite for some more…
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Steve watched my chest rise and fall, my breath quickening as he put the finishing touches to my “outfit.” My lips parted as he drizzled sticky honey along my inner thighs, over my stomach and across my tight nipples. He followed it with chocolate sauce, dots and swirls scattered all over my skin. The heat of my body made the thick liquid melt a little and I felt it pooling in my belly button.
“You look hot, baby,” Steve said. His cock strained in his jeans. I closed my eyes as he dipped a finger in the sticky pool of chocolate and brought it to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and let him drip the sweet gooey drops onto it. I was so wet I could feel my juices running down over my bum, mingling with the honey that spilled down my inner thighs. His mobile rang, breaking the tension that had built in the room as he’d covered my nakedness in food.
“Got it,” he growled as he answered it, sticking his hand down his pants and shifting his cock into a more comfortable position.
“They’re on their way,” he said grinning at me as he hung up. He arranged the last of Dahlia’s requirements around the edges of the trolley, and then checked the list one last time. “This is it, baby, you’re ready. Don’t let me down.”
I laughed. “Stevie, when have I ever let you down?”
Steve picked up the last strawberry from the box and held it up, a wicked smile on his face. He danced it over my tits, brushing the hard peaks of my nipples and making my clit throb. I moaned, trying to stay still so as not to spoil his hard work and opened my mouth, expecting him to press it to my lips. He did, but not the ones I was expecting. The cold flesh of the fruit slipped between the soaking folds of my pussy and the ragged sob that it drew from my mouth told him just how turned on I was. He teased me; swirling the point across my clit watching as my swollen pout pulsed and juice slicked my lips. He dipped it again, then bit into the flesh, the tang of my pussy mixing with the sweetness of the strawberry.
“I’ll be waiting for you downstairs if you need me, babe,” he said, closing the bag, making sure he left the room exactly as we found it. “I’ll put your bags in their bathroom and your mobile in the front pocket. If you need me just call, and I’ll be here before you can say your safe word.”
As a final touch he buckled a studded collar around my slim neck and attached my ankles and wrist to the sides of the trolley with velvet ribbon. I was ready.
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Fifteen Minutes Later
I waited patiently in Dahlia’s incredible penthouse suite for them to arrive back from the awards ceremony. She had been nominated for Best Supporting Actress at the Midas Awards and all of Hollywood was expecting her to win. I was her treat to herself in case she did. I really fucking hoped she had won the award, or this was going to be quite an awkward moment. Steve had positioned me in the living area of the suite, the doors to the palatial bedroom open wide, mirroring my legs where he had strapped me to the trolley. I was the first thing they would see when they entered the suite, and I hoped that Dahlia would be pleased with what she found. She was known in the industry for being a diva and was famous for being as deviant as she was demanding. In order to seal the deal, Steve and I had both had to sign confidentiality agreements which stopped us from ever speaking about the events of tonight.
I heard voices, and my pussy twitched. Lying naked in such beautiful surroundings had done nothing to alleviate the throbbing of my clit, and I was desperate for them to begin the feast that we had laid out for them. The key beeped in the lock, and the door opened. Tommy carried Dahlia as they fell into the suite, giggling and kissing, the Midas firmly in Dahlia’s grip. I visibly relaxed, she had obviously won and they were both in a good mood from the sounds of things. Tommy jumped as he saw me.
“What the fuck, Dahlia?” he said looking at her, his eyes wide.
“Tommy don’t look so surprised. I ordered myself a little treat for being nominated. I thought you’d like her.”
“I do like her, baby, I definitely do, I’m absolutely not complaining. It was just a bit of a surprise.”
“You know how I like to surprise you, baby,” she purred, tossing the Midas through the double doors of the bedroom and onto the ornate bed that stood in the middle of the room then stalking over to the trolley and taking a raspberry off my stomach. She popped it between her high-gloss, pillowy lips and closed her eyes. “Mmmmm, tastes divine.”
As she spoke, she trailed a finger through the chocolate and honey on my chest, brushing the curve of my breast. I struggled to stay still and tried not to moan, as her warm fingers caressed my body. She held her finger out to Tommy who wasted no time in coming over and sliding it into his mouth.
My role in this had been very clear. Dahlia wanted me for decoration—silent and still as they devoured the fruit and sticky treats. I was under instruction that if she wanted me to join in she would let me know. Otherwise I was just there as a food platter. My thighs ached a little, the legs of the trolley were quite wide apart and as I looked under my eyelashes I noticed Tommy gazing at my glistening cunt, his mouth hanging open. I got a thrill from that, Tommy Trouble was a big crush of mine, and when Steve had told me about this gig he had been one of the main reasons that I had suggested myself. I’d told Steve that it was because I was his best girl, that he could trust me to keep this quiet, but really I had just wanted an excuse to get up close and personal with the wild man of rock himself. I had a massive girl crush on Dahlia too, of course; there weren’t many women in the world that didn’t. She was tall with a perfect hourglass figure, dark, dramatic hair and eyes, and as I had just seen close up, full plump lips which were normally set in a sexy and dangerous pout.
Right now, she aimed that famous pout at Tommy, watching him look at me. “You wanna eat, baby?” she asked, sliding down the zip on her incredible party dress. The shimmering silver sheath dropped down over her curves and hit the floor, leaving Dahlia in nothing but stockings and suspenders and a tiny silver thong. She kicked the dress across the room, and I almost cringed as thousands of pounds worth of designer dress landed in a heap by the bedroom doors. Tommy immediately turned his attention to her, his hands all over her, dipping his head to pull a nipple into his mouth. I watched her face, her heavily kohled eyes closed, lips parted as he tongued her. His hands were dark and tanned against the pale white flesh of her tiny waist, a beautiful contrast. Tommy was a cheeky, British boy next door with a twist, a perfect foil to Dahlia’s pale and dangerous demeanour.
“C’mon baby I’m starving,” she whined, pulling away from him and stepping closer to me again. She leaned so close to my face I could smell the cigarettes and champagne on her breath, drawing her tongue over my collar bone and through the dip at the base of my throat where honey had pooled. Her breasts slid against my skin as she leaned further over and nibbled a peach slice, her teeth nipping lightly at my flesh. Tommy came up behind her, his T-shirt now discarded and his smooth, tanned chest on display. I felt my pussy liquefy as I looked at him, my honey mixing with the sweet liquids I was adorned with. I wanted him to take off his jeans, torn between staring at the line of hair that disappeared over his stomach and the soft denim that hugged his straining erection and a desperate need to see him naked. I just knew that he wasn’t wearing shorts underneath those jeans and only Tommy Trouble could get away with wearing jeans and a T-shirt to the Midas Awards.
Phew! I hope you enjoyed that saucy snippet… If you want to find out what happens next between the three of them, click here to get this story as well as all eight others in “The Best of Lexie Bay – Volume Two”
Kisses
Lexie xxx