My fascination with Dolcett. A Vore story

My fascination with Dolcett. A Vore story. “bird food”.
Several years ago, I was involved with 2 men who turned me on to the Dolcett lifestyle. My husband was understanding and he thought it was just a phase I was going through. We would role play with me being treated like 1 of the Dolcett females. They had dug a long pig pit, in their back yard and put 2 spits over it. Both with long metal poles, that in the Dolcett stories, the poles would be placed through the females body, from her asshole and out her mouth and they would be spit-roasted over the open coals, then eaten by those who attended the roasting. They would be called, the other white meat.
They would tie me to 1 of the poles, like a suckling pig and roast me over the pit and as the heat built up they would baste my breasts and pussy, as I was turned on the spit. They told me they wanted to keep my nipples and cunt tender for dinner and not let them burn. When my skin did start to feel the heat and it became harder to breath, they both lifted me off of the spit, untied me and fucked me on their patio. They did remark how warm and red my skin was. They would tell me how cool it would be, to fuck their dinner, before eating it. They started leaving me on the spit longer in our role play and my husband finally convinced me to get away from them. I did have a wonderful time with them and it was kinky. I remember reading 1 of their Vore stories and had a dream about it several months ago.
I call it “bird food”.
I had been fucked by several of the black men in the company, I had worked for several years ago. Their wives got together to get even with me and they put me in 1 of their vans and took me out to the country, in a remote area. They stripped me naked and staked me to the ground near raw meat, that had a rancid smell. They had placed a vibrator, in my pussy and turned it on. They put a tarp over me, but had cut out the area around my bare breasts and rubbed some of the smelly meat smell on my bare breasts. They also cut out part of the tarp, so I could look at my bare breasts. They told me when the birds get done feasting on my breasts, I would not be desirable to their husbands any more. It did not take long for the large birds to be attracted to the smell. As they were feasting on the decaying meat, 2 of the large birds, hopped on the tarp, down by my legs and looked in the direction of my breasts. They both had large beaks, that looked scary. They both started hopping on my body, till they each chose 1 of my breasts to peck at. At first it was just a little bit of pain that did not cut the skin but made me cum more with the vibrator in me. More pecks from them, took out little chunks of flesh from my beautiful breasts. They both grabbed hold of my nipples with their beaks and pulled on them, trying to rip them off of my breasts. My orgasm went through my body. They pulled my nipples in every direction, trying to rip the nipples off, so they could swallow my tasty nips. My body would follow the direction that they were pulling on my nipples. When they both pulled on my nipples, in opposite directions, all I could do was eat the pain and enjoy my orgasm. When they did rip my nipples off of my breasts, it wasn't the pain that bothered me, as much as when they swallowed my nipples, I knew that the next day my pretty nipples would be bird poop. The black women were laughing.
I woke up sweating and grabbed my breasts and squeezed my nipples. My girls were intact. I had to get a small towel to lay on in the bed, as there was a puddle under my pussy.
I asked my husband to post this, for me. Jenny.