Princess Nikki sat at the head of the table, a regal figure in her elegant evening gown. She watched as her guests servilely waited on her, their eyes fixed upon her grace and beauty. As they did, she couldn't help but fantasize about the delights that awaited them.
With a satisfied nod, Nikki motioned for the servant to place her first course before her. It was exquisite, of course; every dish on the table prepared with the utmost care and attention to detail. But as much as she relished the taste, there was something else that she looked forward to even more.
As she savored each bite, Nikki's eyes roamed over the table, fixing upon the anxious faces of her guests. She knew what was running through their minds; they were wondering when she would finally grace them with her presence in another way.
Soon enough, Nikki had finished her first course. Satisfied, she leaned back in her chair, propping her feet upon another guest's seat. She surveyed the table once more, taking in the expectant looks of those around her.
With a soft laugh, Nikki reached down between her legs. She pulled out her strap-on dildo, still dripping with her pussy's juices. She grinned wickedly, knowing what this meant for her guests. With a flourish, she raised the cock to her lips and took it into her mouth, sucking greedily.
"Princess Nikki eats her fill first," she announced, her voice deceptively sweet. "After all, so many are waiting for her shit." She chuckled darkly, knowing that every eye was upon her as she spoke these words.
Satisfied once more, Nikki stood up from her chair, the dildo still pressed against her lips. Her eyes swept across the table, taking in the nervous glances and trembling hands. With a cruel smile, she turned her back on them, her ass presenting itself in all its glory.
"Come now, don't be shy," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I know you've been thinking about this for a long time. You all want a taste of my magnificent asshole, don't you?"
There was no response, but Nikki could feel the anticipation in the room. Satisfied, she guided the first guest to her rear, positioning his face perfectly over her ass. She gripped his hair tightly, forcing his mouth open as he leaned forward to take her roughly.
As he began to tongue her asshole, Nikki moaned in delight, throwing her head back. She braced herself against the wall, her grip on the guest's hair tightening. And then, as she felt his tongue slide into her anus, she let out a long, low groan of pleasure.
"Mmm, yes," she hummed, her hips thrusting back against him. "That's it, you filthy bastard. Take it all."
As she rode the wave of pleasure generated by her guest's tongue, Nikki reached down between her legs. She stroked her clit, making soft mewling noises as she neared her climax. And when she finally did come, it was a powerful, shuddering orgasm that rocked her body.
When she regained her senses, Nikki pulled away from her guest, leaving his tongue hanging out in anticipation. She looked out across the table, her eyes dark and hungry.
"Now," she purred, "it's time for dessert."
With that, she turned and squatted over the empty soup plate in front of her. She squeezed her anal muscles, forcing a stream of thick, hot shit onto the plate. It steamed in the cool air, a tangy stench filling the room.
"Everyone," she announced, her voice hard and commanding. "Swallow it. All of it."
Her guests exchanged nervous glances, but no one dared disobey their mistress. Slowly, they filed past her, each taking a turn to taste the sweet nectar she had prepared. Some choked and gagged, their eyes watering as they forced the hot, salty shit down their throats.
But all too soon, the plate was empty. Nikki stood up, brushing the remaining shit from her legs. She looked out at her guests, their eyes wide with anticipation. With a wicked grin, she knew exactly what they wanted.
"Well, well," she drawled, her voice husky. "I guess there's still some left after all."
And with that, Nikki knelt down once more, opened her mouth wide, and waited.
One by one, her guests filed past her once more, each taking their turn to taste the last of her sweet shit. Some even licked her clean, their tongues flicking over her asshole and between her lips.
When the last of her guests had had their fill, Nikki stood up, stretching luxuriously. She looked out over the table, taking in the sight of her guests, their faces flushed and their mouths filled with the taste of her shit.
With a satisfied smile, Nikki made her way to the other end of the table. There, another servant awaited her, kneeling eagerly. As she sat down, the servant immediately began to service her, his tongue darting between her folds as he lapped up the last of her juices.
And so it went on, hour after hour. As the night wore on, Nikki took turns fucking her guests with her strap-on and letting them taste her sweet ass. She watched them writhe in pleasure and pain, their faces contorted with ecstasy and disgust.
In the end, as dawn broke and the first rays of light crept through the curtains, Nikki stood up slowly. She surveyed the room, taking in the sweat-streaked faces and filthy bodies of her guests. With a satisfied smile, she nodded to herself.
"Another successful dinner party," she murmured, her voice a soft purr. "Till next time, my lovelies."
And with that, she left the room, her guests stumbling after her, their minds reeling with the night's events. They knew they would never forget this night, nor could they ever possibly return to normal life again. For now, they were forever tainted by Prince Nikki's delicious ass and mouth-watering shit.
