dolcett story

Hello everyone!  This is my first attempt at a dolcett story, so I
hope you enjoy it.  Comments are welcome.

“Thank you everyone for coming today,” David addressed the crowd.
“This is our first storewide barbeque, but it looks like we’ve had a
wonderful turnout.”  It was true, it seemed like every associate,
coordinator, and manager was at the barbeque.  Some people had brought
snacks, salads, or even drinks, but most just came to enjoy the
event.  David, our store manager, had the idea to hold this event to
celebrate our first year at our new location.  Our old location had
become pretty stagnant.  Customers became something of a rarity and
things were pretty bleak.  Our new location, on the other hand was a
prime spot.  We had such a constant deluge of customers that we could
barely handle them!

As part of the celebration, David promised a surprise for dinner.
Everyone had their guess as to what it was, but none of us expected
his next announcement.  “As I told everyone earlier in the week,” he
reminded us, “I have a surprise planned for tonight’s dinner.
Tonight’s dinner is…” David paused for dramatic effect.  He always di
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have a quirky sense of humor.  Then he dropped the bomb,
“Alexandria.”  Just about everyone in the crowd gasped at that
revelation.  David elaborated, “Alexandria was gracious enough to
volunteer to be spit roasted for tonight’s meal.  We have many
wonderful accompaniments to go with her, so please enjoy.”  David
stepped away to see to some arrangements back in the store.
Alexandria slowly made her way through the crowd, saying goodbye to
everyone one by one.

I could hear some of the conversations that went on.  A couple people
tried to talk her out of it, but most realized that, at this point, it
was too late.  The plans had been set, the announcement had been
made.  To back out now would ruin everything and that was the last
thing Alexandria wanted to do.  The announcement wasn’t as much of a
shock to me.  After all, it wasn’t the first time I’d had girl meat.
As she made her way through the crowd, I looked her over.  At 20 years
old, she was a stunning sight.  She was tall and trim, about 5’5”.
Her Hispanic features were soft and subtle in a way that made her
beautiful.  She had a decent bust, probably about a c-cup, and the t-
shirt she wore that day was just tight enough to accentuate her
breasts nicely.  She had fairly wide hips, though not so wide as to be
disproportionate.  Her rump, like her thighs looked firm and shapely.
She had a good bit of meat on her.  Her legs overall struck me as just
shy of perfection.  The form-fitting sweats she wore were just tight
enough to show off her incredible figure, but still loose enough to
leave something to the imagination.

I didn’t really know her that well, and I wasn’t particularly looking
forward to her goodbye.  Thankfully, she never actually got around to
me.  I was at the back of the crowd when David tapped me on the
shoulder and asked if I could help him with something in the store.
As soon as we were away from the crowd, he told me what he needed.  “I
was hoping you would be willing to do the spitting.”  Now that did
shock me.  I remembered mentioning that I’d spit a girl for a barbeque
a friend of mine had organized, but I didn’t think anyone had
remembered.  I didn’t exactly go into many details about it.  I agreed
to help, of course.  Opportunities like this didn’t come along very
often and I actually was liked the idea of seeing Alexandria naked
while she was still alive.

David and I walked to the back of the store and into the breakroom.
The tables and chairs had been cleared out and a tarp had been laid
out on the floor in the center of the small room.  On the tarp was
something else I hadn’t expected to see: a Jessica.  “Wow, you really
went all out,” I commented.

“Well, this *is* a special occasion,” David replied.

David and I went over the how to operate the device and checked that
everything was in order.  Then David told me to call him when
Alexandria was ready to be put over the roasting pit.  I agreed and he
stepped out the door, saying he would be sending Alexandria in
shortly.  I paced around a bit, circling the Jessica.  I’ve only ever
spit one girl before and that was done manually.  It seemed pretty
straightforward, but God only knows how many ways I could fuck this
up.  By the time I was starting to get really nervous, there was a
knock at the breakroom door.  I opened it and in walked Alexandria.
“Hi,” she said nervously.

“Hi,” I responded.

I motioned for her to come in.  We were both nervous.  For a moment,
neither of us said anything.  Then Alexandria asked, “So I hear you’ve
done this before?”

I nodded, “Once.  But we didn’t use a machine.”

“So you had to do it manually? “  She snorted lightly, “That must hav
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been fun.”

I didn’t want to tell her that it actually was a little fun.  We
talked a little more before I got up the courage to suggest that we
move on with the spitting.  She agreed, then walked over to the
Jessica.  I followed and said, “I never really thought I’d be saying
this to you, but would you mind taking off your clothes?”  Alexandria
laughed lightly, then softly kissed me.  She backed away and quickly
slipped off her t-shirt.  Her breasts bounced slightly with the
motion.  Between that and the kiss, I had gotten hard as a rock.  When
she bent down to remove her sweats, I had to fight with everything I
had not to mount her right then and there.  Unfortunately, that wasn’t
an option for me.  If we did have sex, she’d have to be cleaned and re-
prepped and we simply didn’t have time for that.  I would have to
settle for fucking her vicariously with the spit.

“So I guess we should get started,” Alexandria suggested.  I mumbled
an ascent and she turned to get into position on the Jessica.  I
couldn’t stop staring at her.  She was gorgeous!  I broke my trance
and walked over to the small table next to the device.  A bottle of
olive oil had been set out to lubricate the spit, hopefully making it
easier to insert.  I applied some oil to the tip of the spit, then
secured Alexandria to the device with straps around her wrists,
ankles, and one around her midsection to keep her from struggling
while being skewered.  The last step was something I’d learned from my
last (and first) experience: a ball gag to muffle her screams.  In all
likelihood, no one would hear her anyway, but it would make it a
little more bearable for me.  I asked Alexandria if she was ready and,
when she said she was, applied the gag, then walked around to the back
of the machine and started it.  The machine hummed to life and the
spit slowly began to extend towards the young woman

As the spit approached Alexandria’s pussy, I kneeled down and parted
her lips.  The spit was right on target and before long was slipping
deeper into her.  Suddenly, Alexandria jerked forward and screamed
into the gag.  Obviously the spit had begun to bury itself into her
flesh.  I saw a thin stream of blood running down the back of the
platform Alexandria was secured to, confirming this fact.  I watched
the whole thing transpire.  Since we were using a Jessica, the process
was mostly automated.  I watched as the metal spit slowly slid ever
deeper into the young woman.  I watched as she struggled against the
restraints, screaming as the spit forced its way through her body,
tears running down her face.  For a moment, I felt a pang of
sympathy.  But it was too late to do anything.  By now, the spit was
about to puncture her stomach and work its way into her esophagus.
Even if I removed it, she would die from blood loss alone.

Shortly thereafter, Alexandria began to convulse and gagged.  The spit
had entered her esophagus and had cut off her air supply.  It wouldn’t
be long after that.  Indeed, a few moments later, she stopped
convulsing and her head slowly drooped down.  I knelt down next to her
head, removed the gag and held her head up.  I opened her mouth to
allow the spit to come through.  I only had to wait a few more moments
before the red tip of the spit poked through, smeared with blood and
gore from its journey through Alexandria’s body.  After a while, the
Jessica stopped, having completed its task.  I disconnected the spit
from the machine and rolled it back a bit so I could affix the
stabilizer bar, which I then slid down and inserted into Alexandria’s
ass.  Finally, I cleaned the blood and viscera off the leading edge of
the spit and called David to have someone come help me carry her out
to the roasting pit.

Later that evening, the party really got into full swing.  There was
music, dancing, people telling stories.  Some people told their
friends about the main course, so we had many more people than
expected, but it was alright.  Many of the newcomers brought some
extra food and there was still plenty of girl meat for everyone to at
least get a taste.  I myself had a slice of her delicious rump.  I’ve
only tasted a couple other girls, but Alexandria was a roast that
would be hard to beat.
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