by Ada Scott
“Where?”
“My chin.”
Ryan leaned forward and, instead of a napkin, I felt his hot breath on my skin before his tongue found the errant rivulet of chocolate and he cleaned me. Licking upwards, he finished with a kiss on my mouth, which was clamped shut as if I was jealously guarding the chocolate-dipped strawberry that I hadn’t had the chance to chew yet.
Thankfully for all concerned, he didn’t try to extract it. He leaned back again and I could feel him preparing another treat for me.
“These are so good…” I said of the best strawberries I’d ever had in my life.
“Open.”
I opened wide, but it still wasn’t enough. Something that felt a lot like whipped cream was piled high on the fruit Ryan brought to my mouth and it hit my nose before anything else, then both sides of my mouth, and I felt some drip down on, and between, my breasts before the strawberry was actually past my lips. I squealed and squirmed, but Ryan twisted his handful of hair a little, settling me down again.
“Where?”
“Um… pretty much everywhere. This is starting to look less and less like an accident every time,”
“Oops.”
Ryan leaned forward again, pulling my head back to kiss me on the neck, one spot that was actually clean in comparison with everywhere else. His lips worked their way down at the same time as I felt his spare hand working its way up the inside of my thighs.
After a hesitation that was barely measurable, I shut the door on the notion of the friendzone when I slowly parted my legs to give him better access. My head was already in the right position for me to sigh lustily at the invisible ceiling when his fingers slipped inside my panties, and found me to be already as wet as I had imagined.
His finger slid freely across my labia and curled into the tight entrance that he and he alone had ever been inside, as his lips found a major deposit of whipped cream on the upper slopes of my left breast. My pussy clenched in response like an excited fangirl clutching at the lead singer in her favorite boy band, and I whimpered softly.
Ryan did as thorough a job as he could without the power of vision, practically worshipping my skin with his licks and sucks. He worked his way up my chest, up my neck, until he kissed me full on the lips.
He must have felt some of that whipped cream on my nose against his cheek. He broke off the kiss to tenderly lick the tip of my nose, before kissing me again and pulling some of my own sweet nectar out from my sex, circling my clit with one finger. Our lips touched again, not quite kissing because I was panting too much.
Ryan was using his fistful of hair and his lips brushing against mine to read my body language in the dark. Alternating between teasing me to heights of pleasure with his expert fingers, and slowing down to feed me a strawberry, he drove me so wild that only my own loud moaning, bordering on screaming, brought me back to my senses and I quietened down for a few minutes.
Just when I thought I might have been driven certifiably insane, Ryan paused again. I opened my mouth, ready for a strawberry, but none came.
I felt Ryan’s touch on my arm, travelling down and seeking my hand. When he found it, he brought it between his own legs and wrapped my fingers around this thick cock.
With his hand over mine, he guided me in a few strokes up and down his length before letting go, so he could pleasure my pussy again. Like a sex machine, my hand kept on stroking up and down almost without any conscious effort of will.
His finger was so slick with my juices that he was able to thrust it in and out of my pussy no matter how hard I clamped down in my ecstasy. Ryan whisper-growled his appreciation, giving me the filthiest compliments any woman ever received.
A fuzzy sensation like an itch being scratched was growing in my belly, and when he started concentrating all his efforts on my clit, that feeling only intensified. My hips started bucking, images of the last time I’d seen the incredible cock that was now in my hand flashed through my mind.
If the lights had switched on and I found that everybody I’d ever met in my life was in the room with us, it couldn’t have stopped my orgasm at that point. However, when I felt Ryan kiss his way from my lips to that spot behind my ear, he pressed home his unfair advantage.
I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t restrain the rising volume of my voice, I couldn’t think. All I could do was explode in the dark.
There was nothing for me to see to keep my bearings. As wave after wave of pure bliss washed over me, I quickly lost any sense of which way was up. We were tumbling through space with my hand on his rock-hard cock, his finger on my go-button, and his lips on my neck.
The panting, the moaning, all came to my ears as if through thick pillows, and I saw lights for the first time since entering the room when bursts of color flashed in front of my eyes. It was hard to know what was real and what was orgasm-fueled hallucination.
Finally, Ryan slowed down into a lazy circular motion all around my quivering slit and I regained my sense of gravity. I was slumped in my chair in an unladylike splayed position, my thighs occasionally twitching but not enough to close my legs and restore my modesty.
Ryan stood and, although my hand was on his cock, he was doing all the guiding as the tip first touched to my cheek and then found its way to my mouth. My lips were already parted so I could catch my breath, and his manhood slid straight in, immediately becoming the center of my world.
All that pure male power, right on my tongue. I could feel every tiny detail on its hot, throbbing, surface so much more clearly than before, and exploring it was my brand new fascination.
Ryan stayed still, one fist gripping my hair tightly and the other hand covering mine over his shaft. I ran the tip of my tongue over the bumpy ridge as far as I could curl it around, then did the same on the other side, feeling him twitch and throb in response.
I’m doing that!
A thrill shivered its way through my body as I listened and felt the way my actions affected Ryan. I had no experience to draw on, but the complete darkness made me acutely aware of the way he caught his breath when I sucked my cheeks in to hug his cock on both sides and ran my tongue along the bottom, or the way he groaned quietly when I flicked my tongue along that ridge from side to side.
It was such a turn-on to feel his excitement, to not worry about what I looked like or that there was a world outside of this darkness. There was nothing to think about but the pure joy of pleasing the man who had given me so much of my own pleasure to deal with.
After a while, Ryan began rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his cock almost out of my mouth before plunging back in again, adding a whole new dimension to the experience. New areas to lick when he was deep, suck hard when he was almost out, so he couldn’t leave me completely.
He tasted so good! Right up there with the meal, if extremely contrasting in flavor, it was the essence of manhood, pre-cum, and the aftertaste of strawberries, cream and chocolate.
I sucked and licked with reckless abandon, pushing my man to ever higher levels of excitement, and his thrusting became harder, faster, deeper, as he started to lose control to his own basic instincts. His cock hit the back of my throat lightly at first, but gradually harder and harder until I had to use all my concentration to fight off my gag reflex.
I was swept away in the lust of the moment and almost furious at my body’s natural protest. I almost dared myself to gag, not that there was any consequence I could realistically threaten myself with.
“Holy fuck…” Ryan breathed.
He was fucking my face as hard as he could and I was still with him. When he realized this, he pulled my head against this thrusting cock and held it there until the tip popped into my throat, then slowly inched further inside me.
My eyes watered in the pitch black as my mouth was subjected to the seemingly endless cock that Ryan slowly fed into me, in the same way he had done to my pussy when he took my virginity. By the time his balls came to rest on my chin, I was already desperate for air, staying consci
ous by sheer willpower and excitement at this feat I had somehow accomplished.
Ryan curled his other hand around the back of my head and forced every last fraction of an inch into my throat before he released me and pulled back until I could breathe again. I gasped for air as his cock popped out of my mouth and rested on my face, but it wasn’t long until he guided himself past my lips again.
Armed with the knowledge that he could thrust past my lips as hard and deep as he wanted, Ryan utterly dominated me. My eyes watered, rivulets of saliva and pre-cum dribbled out of the corners of my mouth, on to my breasts, then met in my cleavage and made a break for my bellybutton.
He gripped my hair tighter until it was on the border of pain, his cock hardened even further until you could have bent a horseshoe around it, then he groaned low and guttural as he flooded my mouth with his creamy sperm. His flavor took over completely, and I moaned in appreciation as I tried to keep up with him, swallowing as quickly as I could around his thickness.
The best of efforts weren’t enough, and I felt some of his seed flow out of my mouth, dripping down my chin and on my breasts, just as his spurts of cum started to slow down. I caught up again and found myself licking him clean as if I hadn’t just had one of the best meals of my life.
Eventually, Ryan sat down again and the only sound was the two of us panting in the impenetrable blackness. My skin felt vaguely tingly, like the weakest case of pins and needles ever, and I felt so warm and relaxed that I wanted to curl up next to Ryan and fall asleep in his arms.
Ryan took a deep breath. “Fuck that was hot, Sarina.”
“Mmmm,” I said, waking up a little.
“I think I need to go to the bathroom to clean up a little.”
“Yeah, I think I do too,” I said.
“OK, follow me.”
He grabbed my hand and we fumbled our way to the corner of the room Andy had indicated and found the door. Once through the light trap we were confronted by a short hallway with one door on each side bearing the words “Ladies” and “Gents.”
Ryan turned to look at me, and as I squinted up at him in the light I burst out laughing. He had a smear of honey mustard sauce from his eye to his ear, and the opposite cheek was covered in a mixture of cream and chocolate, as were his lips.
Of course, I wasn’t laughing alone, because he did the exact same when he caught a glimpse of me. I paused for a split second, suddenly feeling a flash of self-consciousness that had been unable to find me in the dark room, but couldn’t stop myself from cracking up again. I must have been quite the sight.
“I don’t know what you’re laughing at, sunshine, but-”
“You’ll see,” I said.
“Glass houses. Stones. Meet you out here again in couple of hours once you’ve cleaned up.”
“Oh boy. OK.”
Ryan went through the Gents door and a few seconds later I heard him chuckling again. I did the same on the ladies’ side and approached the mirror tentatively.
As soon as I came into view inside the frame of the mirror, I almost doubled over with laughter. I looked like I’d been to the world’s worst face-painter, who had done the best he could with limited skills and resources.
Chocolate and cream covered the vast majority of my face, all the way to my hairline and beyond, with brushstrokes that had been applied with a tongue. Tear-streaks had cut their way through the food-coverage, and the area from my lips to my chin was also clear. Cream, chocolate and cum spattered my breasts and dress as if I’d been standing next to a food-fetish porn scene that had exploded.
I grasped the edge of the sink and bent over as I tried to get myself under control again. Every time I almost managed it, I’d peek into the mirror and I was lost again.
I’d thought I was so sexy in there, but I looked like a clown… and that was OK. It had been so good to let go. Hell, it didn’t matter what I looked like, it was sexy.
And it was fun too. I never had this much fun in my “real” life. I’d never looked worse and yet been so adored in all my twenty-five years. It was a seductive feeling.
Carefully avoiding eye-contact with my ridiculous doppelganger in the mirror, I scrubbed my face, and removed as much evidence as I could from my chest and dress, giggling like an idiot the whole time. Then I thought about the honey mustard war paint and lost it again.
Why did it feel like Sarina Bell had already lived more in a week than Sarina Beckett had in a quarter of a century?
Ryan
Seeing Sarina come out of that light trap, covered in food and cum, was simultaneously one of the funniest and sexiest things I’d ever seen in my life. The way she squinted in the glare, the way her face lit up when she looked at me and laughed, was almost magic.
We looked like a couple of fucking idiots, but it was our own special moment to be lost in. To my surprise, I enjoyed laughing with her even more than I enjoyed cumming in and on her, and that was saying something.
The extra money I’d paid to have them remove the infrared cameras with which they normally monitored their guests had been well worth it. Sarina had taken a huge load, and worshipped my cock with her tongue afterwards until I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
I was drained, literally and figuratively. So much so that I didn’t even mind when Sarina and I parted ways at the main entrance to Cumberland, with nothing more than a kiss and a lingering clasp of our hands, then slowly walking in different directions.
For the next few weeks, every time we were together, I felt this… excitement that I hadn’t felt since high school, discovering girls for the first time, when every kiss and touch was monumental. Even when we were simply spooning on the couch watching a movie, and she squirmed to get more comfortable, I had to close my eyes and savor the feeling.
When I went down on her, or she went down on me, those eyes of hers were hypnotic. So intense, I thought bright blue lasers might shoot out of them at any moment and I had no plans to get out of the way.
She swallowed my cum, she stroked my cock until I shot jet after jet of creamy semen all over her body, she held me close afterwards and tasted herself on my fingers, but she never let me go all the way again. In that respect, it was like a high school relationship before your first time too, except I’d never been so completely satisfied with so little sex before.
I could feel the desire growing in me, though. I knew I’d have my cock in that fucking perfect little pussy again, and it would be that much sweeter for the waiting.
Sarina was in my head, no doubt, and that was pretty fucking unexpected. There was something else growing alongside that buildup of lust, something that made her worth more than all the other girls combined. I wasn’t going to give it the power of a name, but every moment with her was feeding it.
I should have cut it off with her as soon as I realized that, but I couldn’t do it. That unnamed thing was inside of me like a nuclear bomb attached to my heart saying, “Don’t fuck with me, cause I’ll hurt you real bad.”
She had no place in my life, the destiny I was working toward. Her soul was too kind to be partnered with the type of man I was going to be, but being near it made me remember beautiful things. Sometimes I would drift off, listening to the cadence of her voice even more than the words themselves.
That’s why, after only a few weeks of knowing her, I had something to ask her that I hadn’t asked anybody in over a decade, because I was never remotely sure that I could make the commitment the question required. Holy fuck, what was I thinking?
“Sarina?”
“Hmmm?”
She’d been bent over, looking at my movie collection, and as she stood up straight again, the hem of my shirt she was wearing lowered with her movement, covering her ass again. This plan was already backfiring.
“Come here, would ya?” I patted the couch next to me.
Sarina cradled her cup of coffee in her hands and came over with a quizzical look in her beautiful blue eyes. I took the cup from her hands when she sat down,
and put it on the coffee table, then held her hands in mine.
I was on the verge of breaking out in a cold sweat, which was almost as unbelievable as what I was about to say. The Acardis’ lives were cheap to me, but they were still lives, and yet it seemed like taking them was going to be a lot easier than asking this one simple question.
“So, I’m not sure if you noticed, but I haven’t been seeing anybody else since I met you. The thing is… I don’t really want to either… uh… so I was thinking, maybe, it might be an idea, you know to make it… official?”
Sarina’s eyes went wide, showing a whole bunch of white around the blue, and her bottom lip quivered a few times as she tried to remember the English language.
“Official?” she squeaked.
“Yeah. As far as a friendship goes, the benefits in this one are pretty great… but I want more.”
“More?” she parroted.
It was pretty blatant that she was even more intimidated by this conversation than I was. Fuck she was adorable, I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a potentially misplaced sense of control flow back into me.
“How about I call you my girlfriend, and you can call me your boyfriend?” I said.
Sarina looked like she was about to cry. “I can’t.”
The smile dropped from my face as if it suddenly weighed too much to hold up. “But… why not?”
She floundered for a second. “Because… I don’t think you’re being honest with me.”
“About what?”
Sarina took a deep breath. “There’s been something bothering me… like… I don’t know how to say it.”
“Just ask, Sarina.”
“I’ve never felt like this about anybody, Ryan. That’s the truth.” She cast her eyes down for a moment, trying to hide what I was sure was a flash of bitterness, then looked up again. “I’ve been kind of pushing this… stuff… down while we’ve been… doing whatever it is we’ve been doing, but if you want to be with me, like really be with me, you need to tell me the truth.”
“About what?” I repeated.