Have cake and eat it too (M/F)

I knew a guy online from a forum. We had been talking over aim for years, then texting and phone calls, and finally met up. We were both kinky and living in places where that is rare, so this vacation we spent together was one big exploration of all the porn and craziness that we had sent each other over the years.

His biggest fantasy was messy sex, and we blew 300 dollars just on supplies. We tarped off a hotel room and got down to it.

I just wanted to make this fantasy come true for him. He gave me his orders. There was a bag in the bathroom. I was to shower, shave my pussy clean, massage it in coconut oil, and dress. He had picked white satin stilettos with white thigh highs, a tight white pencil skirt to accentuate my curves, a white tailored button down, and black pushup bra underneath. My long brunette curls were loose down my back and very wild. I'm a tall girl – in the heels I was 6'3. My 36DD's were barely contained in the bra, straining at the buttons of the shirt. It was the sexiest I ever felt. Like an amazon sex angel in the devil's red lipstick.

I stepped out of the hotel's en suite and found him dressed impeccably in black, with an obvious erection pushing at the zipper of his dress pants. He has bright blue eyes that glowed with anticipation, dark hair, a beautiful southern boy tan, and the accent to match. I was already wet and dripping down my thighs into the tops of my stockings before he ever touched me. While I was dressing, he was mixing the various batters and getting everything ready. We sat on the bed, drinking champagne and making out. His hands wandered my body while he whispered in my ear about what a shame it was going to be to get me so dirty and ruin my pretty clothes. He ordered me to open my mouth so he could pour in champagne. I stared him in the eyes as he filled my mouth to overflowing, making the sweet bubbles flow down my neck and into my clevage. I apologized to him for being so clumsy, and he smiled. This was all about control. I wanted to lose it completely, and he wanted all of it. He told me what a slut I was for drawing attention to my tits like that. I should've swallowed like a good girl. If I wanted to be dirty, he'd make me dirty.

He ordered me on the floor on all fours. There was some brownie batter on the toe of his patent shoes that needed removed. My cunt was practically vibrating as I tongued the leather, waggling my ass for him on the floor like a dog. I sucked on the toe of his shoe, leaving lip prints and messing up their perfection even more. He dragged me to my feet roughly, and yanked open my top, buttons flying across the room and breasts heaving. He handled my tits roughly, massaging them together, then yanked the bra apart as well to roll my hardened nipples between his thick fingers. A knife came out of his pocket to cut the pencil skirt from my body. He cut past the hem and then put the knife away, ripping the skirt from my thighs, exposing my ass. As each stitch popped, I got more excited. Soon, I stood in front of him in nothing but stockings and heels, but still far too clean for such a nasty slut.

I kneeled down in front of him as he unzipped his fly and went for a bottle of strawberry syrup. I took the tip of his impossibly hard cock in my mouth as the sticky coolness poured down my face, over my nostrils, and onto my tongue. He moaned and thrusted into my throat and squeezed out the rest of the container into my hair as he gripped it at the top of my head. Eventually he let go of my head and stopped thrusting, so I stood up, undid his pants, and started stroking his cock with a handful of brownie batter from the bowl nearest.

It was hot to fulfill his desires. We spent hours pouring things over each others bodies and rubbing and licking each other, coming a couple times each from just that. I sat in a cherry pie and then kneeled over him while he cleaned my dripping, messy cunt and asshole with his tongue so he could finally fill my pussy with the dick that I had been fantasizing about on the other end of a browser window for years. He rimmed my asshole with a goddamn rocket pop at one point, and it wasn't anything but super hot.

We had the kind of sex that I will chase forever. He took me from behind while rubbing red velvet cake batter into my skin, spattering it everywhere as he spanked my ass. He fucked me hard and after a moment of fingering my own ooze covered clit, squirted all over his cock as he pounded into me. He pulled out and I scrambled to let him finish onto my now mess covered face and tits. We were both coated head to toe in everything from marshmallow fluff to melted ice cream, with destroyed clothes, a hotel room that it would take hours to clean, and an experience that took all of my control away and allowed me to live in that moment with that man and be used like the sex toy that I always fantasize of being.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/332rag/have_cake_and_eat_it_too_mf