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Title: “The Felicity Fucks: An All-You-Can-Eat Cum Buffet”

Intemperate Appetites
By Lady LaDanian

Deep within the velvet-lined recesses of Club Caligula, a sordid spectacle was about to unfold. The stage had been set, and a debauched audience awaited the evening’s main event with bated breath and throbbing members.

To an untrained eye, the stage might seem barren. Yet the black leather sofa situated centre-stage and the stainless steel spittoon placed strategically nearby hinted at the deliciously deviant entertainment to come. Stage lights dimmed to a lurid crimson, bathing everyone in a seductive, bloody glow.

A hush fell over the crowd as the night’s star attraction took the stage. Felicity Falwell, a nubile young minx, waltzed onto the revolving platform wearing a scandalously skimpy nurse’s uniform. She was the epitome of delectable depravity – a raunchy nurse with a penchant for the unorthodox.

The audience ate up her entrance. Literally. Salivating, eager to consume Felicity in every imaginable way.

Felicity sashayed over to the sofa, her hips swaying, causing a chain reaction of pre-ejaculation in the audience. 69 men watched with fabeled intensity, each yearning to celebrate her flesh, to sink their flesh into her.

Once settled onto the leather, Felicity crossed her long legs, giving everyone an eyeful of creamy thigh. “Well, well, well,” she purred, smoothing a hand over her short nurse’s dress. “What a lovely crop of penises you’ve all brought tonight.”

The audience cheered their appreciation, tugging their trousers in preparation.

“Now then,” Felicity grinned, “Let’s dispense with formalities. You’ve all shown up for one very good reason… You’re all absolutely dying to fuck the shit out of me.”

Another round of hoots and hollers ensued as wave upon wave of raunchy sweat rolled down male torsos.

“Let’s get this show on the road then!” Felicity stood and hiked up her skirt. “Who wants to be the first to slip it to little Nurse Felicity?”

A hundred hands flew up. 38 men raced down the aisle, desperate to make their move, but Felicity held up a hand.

“Ah, ah, ah!” she chided playfully. “Let’s keep things civil. Why don’t we start with you?”

She pointed to a hulking fellow, faceless in the shadows. He bounded onto the stage, tackle first, and onto Felicity, tongue first. The two ravaged each other in a frenzied coupling that left the entire audience reaching for their… self-illuminating lozenges.

It was a beautiful dance – the lust drunk coupling of two consenting adults. Hands groped and grappled, clothes rode up and off, tongue bounced against breast and clit. Felicity tossed her head back in rapture, stiletto nails digging into her partner’s sculpted back.

The nameless lover drove into her, bottoming out with each thrust. He pistoned faster, harder, reveling in the feel of her tight, velvet vice of womanly sweat. Felicity bucked back against him, raking his muscular shoulders with her claws.

Soon, the first lover was spent, withdrawing with a guttural moan. His body was wracked with aftershocks, but he held up a hand in acknowledgement, stepping aside for the next to ply his trade.

And so the dance continued – Felicity laid back on the sofa, legs spread wide as more and more men took turns pounding into her.

The first man worked on her tits, suckling the hard buds furiously. The second dove face first into her drooling pussy, lapping at her flowing juices like a man starved. The third took position behind her, kissing the arch of her neck while reaching around to stroke her clit.

And so it went. An endless cycle of flesh on flesh, earning Felicity thorough and repetitive bliss.

Grunts and moans, flesh slapping flesh, cum splattering tits. Felicity was in heaven. Lost in a swirling morass of sensation. The stimulation was inescapable, waves of sheer erotic ecstasy radiating out from her core.

Her lovers rode with her, each newest partner mounting her with fervency, desperation to release. The sofa creaked under the weight, Felicity’s fine skin peppered with sweat.

Each man bit the flesh of her shoulders, neck, and ass as they rutted, leaving telltale circles of red in their wake. Her back arched as the next lover, and the next, and the next, rode her hard and fast.

Hips slammed into her ass, the smacking of flesh on flesh a hypnotic, ominous beat. Felicity’s eyes rolled back as her body convulsed, gripping her lovers like a fist. Gushing into the mouth and tongue of her partner.

Wave after wave of mindless, all-consuming fucking. Deliriously rapturous. Her lovers rode her like a bucking bronco, perspiration glistening in her hair, dripping from her tangled limbs.

Finally, when she couldn’t take any more, she tumbled into the group of men surrounding her. They bounced her up and down until her limp form dangled in front of their raging cocks. They jerked it, slapping his shaft against her cheeks before ejaculating directly into her mouth.

Semen dripped off her tongue and out the corners of her mouth. She was wracked with seizure-like fits of jubilation. Her entire body shook with bliss and excess.

This was her greatest achievement yet – servicing 69 ragingly horny men and taking their cum load upon load. An outrageous feat of sexual endurance.

But Felicity wasn’t finished yet.

She turned to the audience, pointed to the stage. With her last ounce of strength, she dared them, “Who’s ready for round two?”

The audience erupted into unruly applause. With renewed energy, Felicity Falwell – the sexiest nurse in Bashville – threw herself back into the fray. Ready to take on all comers and slurp up every last drop like an eager squirrel on a nuts bender.

The night was young, and Felicity was absolutely ravenous… Bring on the cum.

The end. (1000 words)