Claire’s Cunt Kitchen (An “Alison” Christmas Special) – Part Two

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 “Where’s Claire?” asked Dick-Dick – for indeed, Claire was missing.“She was with Danica and Johnny,” said Alison. “I think she wanted to catch the beginning of their lecture.”“Ah – excellent idea,” said Dick-Dick, “but I hope she isn’t late. We all have to go in as a group here.” It was nearly three o’clock, and Dr Dick and the NDF students were gathered in the lobby of the Princess Asshole Hospice on Oxfuck Street.“I’m here!” came a voice, as Claire flung herself through the glass double doors, running as fast as she could. “Sorry, sorry I’m late,” she panted. She was dripping sweat from her exertion, and also appeared to have streaks of whipped cream and lemon curd in her hair. Alison smiled knowingly.“I’ve got something for you, Al!” Claire grinned mischievously, as Dick-Dick turned away to register at the reception desk. “Kneel down, shut your eyes, and stick your tongue out!”“What the fuck…?” intoned Alison cautiously.“Don’t ask, just do it. You’ll love it, I promise!” giggled Claire, bouncing up and down with glee.Alison did as she was told. As she stuck her tongue out, she smelt the scent of hot sweaty buttocks in her face, then heard the sound of a little squelch, as something sweet and lovely was deposited onto her tongue. She opened her eyes in astonishment. “Oh, you are such a slut!” she giggled, as she savoured the taste of Claire’s offering: cream, sugar, lemon, and little crunchy bits of meringue dissolved on her tongue, all combined with the heavenly taste of Claire’s sweaty asshole – which she proceeded to wipe clean with her outstretched tongue. “Farte au citron!” she screeched – and Claire cackled wickedly.“Welcome, cocks and cunts, to the Princess Asshole Hospice. Lick my pussy.” The speaker was a tall, strongly built blonde with a square jaw, full red lips, and huge tits bulging under her long white lab coat. She wore jackboots, and a large truncheon dangled from her waist. “My name is Doctor Hildegard Fotzenficker, and I am Director and Chief Fucker here. I am an old comrade of Doctor Dick’s: we used to lecture in DAP together at the RAF some six or seven years ago. Now – before we start,” continued Hildegard, “could anyone tell me what a hospice is for? What sort of work do we do here?”“Isn’t a hospice where you care for the terminally ill?” suggested Joe.“Traditionally, it is,” replied Hildegard. “And in the past, pre-Enlightenment, that is what this hospice mainly did. However, since the discovery of GM, we have hardly any terminal illnesses any more. So our main work is to care for those scheduled for culling – that is, anyone approaching the age of fifty, beyond which, even with GM and MM, they would tend to get progressively uglier, fatter, less and less sexy – in other words, not worth keeping alive anymore.”The group of students shuffled nervously. “Does no one object to being culled?” asked Eva pointedly, her eyes narrowing to a frown.“Object? That would be ridiculous,” replied Hildegard firmly. “Here, we make death the moment of greatest pleasure. If the mortal is clothed with Pleasure, then death is swallowed up in victory!” Hildegard puffed out her chest with pride, and a manic smile spread over her face. “That is the beautiful thing about an Enlightened society. Gölbaşı escort bayan Our good depends upon having bountiful Lebensr– er, living-space, so that we can all live our lives with maximum pleasure – even in death!” Hildegard’s face shone briefly with visionary ecstasy, before she looked witheringly down at Eva, and continued: “Wasting resources on people who aren’t even fuckable anymore – that is what they do in the Outside World, and it only brings poverty and disease. The only ever objectors to Enlightenment policy have been Undesirables – and such fools should know what is good for them.” Her eyes panned up and down Eva’s ebony skin with ill-disguised contempt.“Quite right,” chimed in Dick-Dick with a nervous laugh, looking Eva directly in the eyes as if to warn her against asking any more awkward questions – though even he looked ever so slightly disquieted by Hildegard’s zeal.“Today,” Hildegard continued, “is the first day of your fucking practice here, and so you will not be permitted to do any fucking as such – at least, not with our clients, ha ha ha – ” Dick-Dick and his students – bar Eva – dutifully laughed as well, before Hildegard continued: “But you will have the privilege of watching the Final Fuck of a woman called Annabel, who is forty-nine years old. She has chosen to be culled in a leather-and-latex fetish three-cock airtight cluster-fuck. She has said she wants to expire with cum all over her face and tits – and we, of course, will provide that for her. She has invited a few people to join her, so this may turn into a bit of a family orgy. But whilst she wants only friends and family to join her in the fuck-chamber, she is happy for you students to watch her through one-way glass – which is a great privilege, considering what a sensitive personal event this is for Annabel. So, shall we go in?”The observation room was a plainly-decorated space, with a couple of rows of grey sofas facing a large wall of one-way glass, on the other side of which Alison and her colleagues could see a large plush chamber, opulently decorated with Tudor-style tapestries, and sporting a huge four-poster bed hung with velvet drapes. Three hunky, muscular male fuckers, their erect cocks bulging under their white lab coats, busied themselves turning down the bedclothes. “As you can see,” explained Hildegard, we only use the most physically perfect specimens of fucker for our Final Fuck sessions here: our clients deserve only the best for their final moments.” She surreptitiously glanced at Chad, clearly impressed by his physique, her eyes inevitably drawn to his bulging crotch.Others were now filing into the fuck-chamber on the other side of the glass. There was a reddish-brown-haired woman wearing a latex fetish nurse outfit top, some chains around her waist, a pair of handcuffs dangling from her belt – and a cosh. She was carrying a tray on which sat a carafe of light green liquid and a small crystal wine glass, which she set down on a bedside table. There were a few couples and small groups of people – presumably friends and relations of the to-be-deceased, all dressed in their sexiest fetish “fuckday best” – who seated themselves on plush Escort Keçiören couches arranged around the perimeter of the chamber. And then there was Annabel, a stunningly beautiful woman with long black hair, dressed in a black faux-leather cupless basque with matching thigh-high boots, and a black fetish choker. Far from looking old or ugly, this woman was sexy – “really sexy,” Alison muttered in admiration. Her tits were clearly surgically enhanced, but unlike Cunts’, they were not brash and in-your-face, but done with taste and discretion. She was slender and tall, with high cheekbones, a flat stomach, a shaven cunt, and a tight ass. “She doesn’t look older than thirty…” Alison thought to herself. “Surely she’s totally fuckable – why cull her?!”Hildegard gestured for the students to sit on the couches, and dimmed the lights in the observation chamber so that they could see more clearly what was happening on the other side of the glass. Claire, eager to get a good view, sat next to Brad and the other boys in the front row. Alison, Eva and Harriet took their places in the second row. Dick-Dick stood in the shadows at the back of the room with Hildegard, who began to explain: “Nurse Datchet is now pouring Annabel her ‘fucklock’. It is based upon the same herb which Socrates drank in 400 B.C. – but it has been altered so that it only takes effect when the drinker orgasms. Annabel will leave this world in the ecstasy of Pleasure!”As Annabel drank her delayed-action draft, the three male fuckers removed their lab coats to reveal their tall, tanned, muscular bodies. Alison, Claire and Harriet, as well as several of the women in the fuck-chamber, let out a long “ooooh” at the sight of their GM cocks, massive and erect, their cock-heads deep purple and throbbing with lust. Even Chad looked impressed. The three men approached Annabel, lifted her up, and placed her gently on the bed. Two of them began softly licking her tits, one on each side, while the third nuzzled his face between her legs and began to kiss his way up her boots towards her shaven slit. All three were clearly fuckers of the highest quality, for it was not long before Annabel was moaning in ecstasy, muttering, “Oh yeah, boys, eat me up, suck my tits, lick my cunt, make me feel good…”By now, Chad, Darren and Joe all had their dicks out and were slowly stroking them as they watched the cluster-fuck developing in front of them. Claire and Bradley were feeling each other up. Harriet had lit a cigarette and was smoking it fast and deep, while gently fucking herself with her favourite pink dildo. Alison, aroused by the sheer beauty and hotness of the scene unfolding on the other side of the screen, reached under her skirt and started slowly sliding her middle finger in and out of her slimy asshole while gently rubbing her clit with her thumb. Behind her, she heard Hildegard unzip Dick-Dick’s fly.In the fuck-chamber, some of the family guests were also beginning to stroke and lick each other. Alison couldn’t tell exactly who was who, but one young lady – the spitting image of Annabel, and dressed in a matching basque, so perhaps her daughter – spread her legs to allow a young man with black hair and Kızılay escort black leather trousers to eat her cunt. Nearby, a girl dressed as a French maid was sucking the cock of a man wearing a black suit and clerical collar, as he read from a small book:Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed – in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.“Oh, zat’s beautiful, Duncan,” said the French maid, as she briefly paused her cock-sucking. “I leuve it when you read zat book while I seuck your cock…”Annabel was now sitting, reverse cowgirl, on one of her fuckers’ cocks, while sucking off the other two. Her cock-speared cunt was on full display towards the glass partition, so that Alison and her colleagues could admire her large shiny clit and flappy fuck-lips, which flopped back and forth as the huge cock drilled in and out. “Oh yeah, fuck me with that big dick,” she called, before opening her mouth wide to take both remaining cocks into her mouth at once.Alison glanced backwards, and in the darkness could just make out Hildegard, now on her knees, licking up and down the full length of Dick-Dick’s long shaft. Claire and Brad were still seated in the front row, pleasuring each other with lustful abandon, Claire’s fist jerking up and down on Brad’s small cock, while his fingers probed deep into her wet cunt. Harriet left her dildo poking hands-free out of her pussy for a few seconds in order to chain-light another cigarette, before flicking her used butt across the room into the corner and resuming her self-dildoing. She tapped Joe and Darren on the shoulders, beckoning to them to join her – which they did, proffering their hard cocks for her to suck on while she continued to smoke.Amongst the boys, only Chad was left alone.Soon Annabel was airtight, one stud fucking her cunt from below, another sliding his dick into her ass doggy-style, and the third fucking her face, so that she squealed, moaned and gagged all at once, strings of saliva dangling and swinging from her chin, her ass alternately gaping and filling up with her assfucker’s huge member. All around her, her friends and family had grouped themselves into little fuck-clusters – eating cunt, sucking cock, and fucking in various different combinations. Nurse Datchet, her uniform now open at the front, was having her large tits sucked by a beautiful blond girl wearing red leather and sporting shiny red lipstick. Moans, whimpers and fuck-talk filled the room, as the man with the clerical collar continued to recite scripture:“The perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality.”“Oh yeah, fuck my ass with your big cock, Daddy!”“Death has been swallowed up in victory!”“Fuck me, goddamit, fuck my cunt hard!”“Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?”“Please, Aunt Jemima, ram that fucking fist in my pussy!”Alison noticed Chad looking around, his cock hard and glistening with pre-cum, but appearing distinctly lonely. Seeing that Eva was the only girl left in the room who wasn’t pleasuring anyone, he stood up and walked around to the second row, waving his huge cock in her face and snapping his fingers, as if instructing her to suck it. Alison had seen Chad do this to her before, and in the past she would always obey. But this time she shook her head. Chad did not give up: “Suck it, bitch,” he muttered, so that no one else in the room would hear.

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