Group Orgy Food Fetish Sex at Thanksgiving Dinner

Food fetish sex – since Thanksgiving is right around the corner, it’s very much appropriate that I share a memory of mine from a year or two ago. In fact, back then, I kept a diary so here are some of its pages.

It’s always exciting to hear that there’s a new kind of surprise around the corner. The thing is, with my friends, the surprise itself usually involves something raunchy or pervy. And I’m always thankful for that (and so is my assortment of fetishes, i.e. – my cum fetish, which has given many of you much pleasure!)

So, that’s exactly what happened during last year’s Thanksgiving dinner. We ditched our boring, pious families and all of us got together. But even with the whole Pilgrims and Indians theme, I certainly did not expect another fetish to be thrown on the table: food fetish sex.

“Oh, you’re going to love this, Carmen,” my friend Jessica had to be sworn over the phone.

Naturally, I wasn’t wary at all. I was very used to these get-togethers that always ended in some sort of squirting/cum show or kinky orgy. In fact, my pussy got moist just hearing her voice. That, and Jessica and I had fucked multiple times and had awesome tits.

Needless to say, I couldn’t wait to see what this party had in store for us, and how it would be linked to one of the most celebrated holidays in the U.S.

Standing outside of the door, the aroma of delicious food took over my mind. I rang the doorbell. What kind of perversions and fetishes awaited me inside? A pussy/ass fisting party? A lesbian orgy encircled by guys jacking off?

Or would the holiday hold true to its tradition of overindulging in food and involve something I had yet to experience, such as food fetish sex?

Jessica greeted me with a big hug and kiss, her tits bouncing against mine and invited me inside. Most guests were grinning deviously, and only a small percentage of guys and girls wore a question mark on their faces. One thing I could definitely feel, however, was the pulsating, sexual tension in the room.

The host, a handsome blonde guy named Jake, came out of a dining room dissimulated by velvet curtains.

“I understand you have all been promised something special tonight.” He smiled. “And indeed, I do have something quite interesting for you.”

Immediately, the doors behind him opened to reveal a table full of delicious-looking Thanksgiving food: corn ears, cranberry sauce, ham, casseroles of all sorts, pumpkin pies, sweet potatoes, squash, and of course, a giant turkey basking in the middle.

Jessica and I started to laugh. Of course, we would be indulging in food fetish sex on Thanksgiving!

I knew exactly what I wanted to start with. Jessica’s pussy and that ear of corn called out to me and she was already sliding off her skirt and panties. I grabbed the ear corn as she bent over, and shoved it inside her pussy, making her squirm. That is until another guy fucking a pumpkin pie stuck his cock down her throat.

“Mmmmmmm!” she cried out. “My favorite kind of pie!”

My corn ear was perfect the way it was, too. It had no need for butter: Jessica’s pussy juices had perfectly replaced the condiment. Just as I thought it might need a bit of salt, a huge load of cum shot straight onto my face, dripped down on my hands, and right onto Jessica’s cunt. Now was the time to devour it.

From the corner of my eye, I saw that Jake was pouring gravy all over his cock before making his way over to us. It was then that I felt it: the perfect girth of cock with gravy lubricant plundering my asshole. A sausage soon took his place, before a girl ate it all up while squirting in the turkey. Naturally, we would all be sharing that turkey soon. Talk about stuffing!

All around us, people were fucking with Thanksgiving food, embracing their food fetish sex as openly as Jessica’s legs now up in the air as people filled her holes with cranberry sauce.

At the end of our debaucherous evening, we were drizzled in leftovers, cum, and sweat. The ironic thing is that people are usually worried about gaining weight during the holidays. I can say in certainly that all of that naughty food fetish sex did quite the opposite for me!

I, for one, will always be thankful and grateful for our food fetish sex orgy on Thanksgiving!

So now that I’ve shared my secret, it’s your turn. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve experienced during this wonderful holiday? Call me at 1-888-413-5974 for any type of fetish phone sex!

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