Chapter 11 - buffet date - part 3

Charlie helped her up onto the sturdy wooden table which was covered with puddings and desserts, hardly any of which had been touched by the hotel guests. He climbed up behind her then pushed her face into a large cheesecake, simultaneously thrusting himself back inside her.

"Good piggy. You like getting f***ed while you eat, don't you? Of course you do - what porker wouldn't enjoy that?" He reached out and grabbed a big handful of cheesecake, and began to cram it in her mouth while thrusting into her hard and deep, so that her whole body bounced and jiggled.

"It's the ultimate fantasy for a f***-pig like you - both your biggest cravings at the same time. Getting stuffed from both ends, fat girl. Food, and cock. Food, and cock," he teased, his powerful thrusts timed to the rhythmic words. As he fed her the last of the gooey dessert, her body bucked and she began to squeal loudly. "That's it, you fat filthy pig, come while I stuff you."

"OK, that's enough cheesecake, fatty. I think you need some tiramisu now," and he pulled her up and made her crawl forwards across the table, her big breasts and hanging underbelly trailing in the food beneath her. He let her head fall into the tray of tiramisu, and the remains of the cheesecake were crushed under her bloated stomach.

"That's it, pig, suck down all that cream to make you nice and fat." He grasped two handfuls of bulging flesh and rammed himself hard into her wet pussy again. Melissa was in an ecstasy of food and sex, slurping and swallowing mindlessly on as she moaned and wobbled deliriously through a third orgasm. Charlie felt every spasm and convulsion as it quivered and reverberated through her soft fat, and finally he could wait no longer.

"OK pig, let's roll you over. I've got one last dish for you." And he flipped her onto her back with her head hanging off the end of the table, then stood and pushed himself deep into her mouth. As he throat-f***ed her, he grabbed and spanked the soft flesh of her huge cream-covered gut.

"You've been such a good little stuffing-pig today. Here's your prize, piggy!" And he held on tight to two great handfuls of belly blubber and spurted straight down the fat girl's throat, feeling her gag and then swallow as his load mixed with the cream in her mouth.

When he'd finished, he stepped back and looked at her with a smile. Melissa was a total mess, covered in food and lying across three or four different desserts. Her head still drooped over the end of the table and her plump breasts hung almost in her face, heaving gently with her breathing. She wore an exhausted, half-asleep smile and her stomach looked almost unbelievably fat, stuffed to bursting point as he had promised her.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you piggy? You'd better get yourself dressed before the cleaners arrive. I have a feeling this is a job you don't want to lose."