The idea for cum on the strudel came from a younger lover I had that didn’t take advantage of the opportunity when it was presented to him. Fast forward to now, I’m comfortable in my sexuality and try whatever I think of, within reason. The lucky contestant for the strudel extravaganza was a long time and still is a long time friend of mine. He started off as a mentor to me when I was a freshmen. Older Russian man, early 50s, nice thick beard, and a complete bad ass.
At the time I was solely focused on what I was told to like: young bachelors my age. I listened to that advice until about two years ago. That’s when I ran into my mentor and he looked better than ever.
This man went from 230 plus to a smooth 160 lean muscle machine. I couldn’t believe my eyes! He told me his name when I didn’t initially recognize him. Actually he didn’t even have say his name. I knew who he was once I hear his voice but didn’t comprehend the fit man in front of me. He reached his hand out for a handshake and I denied it with a hug. I wanted to feel his warmth. There was always an energy about him. Now that he felt confident about his outward appearance it only radiated brighter. Needless to say this was no stranger but a dear dear friend and now lover of mine.
*
Mr. Slavic’s eyes doubled in size; I thought they were going to fall out.
” Kísa! What naughty girl you are! Who else knows?” he roared across the chairs.
“No one really Papa. That’s why I come to you. I’ve enjoyed our playtimes” I whispered while watching white ballerinas prance across the stage. I couldn’t help but smile; I love when he calls me kitten.
Mr. S and I have been playing for about a year. Occasionally when our schedules both align we are able to enjoy a full night of events. I decided to tell him about my “request” at the theater instead of dinner; I was afraid he’d choke. Plus at the theater we have our own box to swap stories and secrets in.
“Well, does it have to be strudel? Why not something else?” He questioned will caressing my knuckles.
“Toaster strudel was just the original plan. I feel I should stay true to that. We can experiment with others if this works” I sung in his ear while the music grew louder. His caress turned into a grip.
“Others kísa? Naughty girl you have such wild imagination.” He chuckled and kissed my forehead. We held hands while watching the show and then head to dinner.
At dinner we eat a nice meal but Mr. S turned down dessert. He winked at me in front of the waiter and said “we have better treats to eat.” The waiter smile and went along with it. Mr. S is a big tipper. He’ll tip you before the food comes out if he really likes you. Not to show off his money but he’s that sweet and giving like that.
While the waiter pulled valet Mr. S leaned across the table and stared into my eyes. His rugged but sweet smile made me giggle. We clinked our glasses and finished what last liquor was left. Once the car was ready we zipped down the road. Mr. S called the hotel and asked for my unusual grocery list ahead of our arrival. The restaurant was at-least 20 minutes from our room. I asked the kitchen for: toaster strudels, strawberries, mangos, glazed hot krispe kreme donuts, and a oreo milkshake. Mr. S laughed at my list and told the young lady his time of arrival. She confirmed the list and stated it would be waiting.
We drove the entire way grinning ear to ear excited for the night ahead of us. Once in the elevator Mr. S finally broke the silence “I hope I can do like usual.”
I have a cum fetish and Mr. S is one of those men who can hose a girl down. Our first fuck he almost overflowed the condom. He explained he has always had a huge load but since loosing weight it’s gotten to almost extreme levels. He’s also sweet enough to compliment and say that I bring all of that out of him. I was more than happy to swallow.
Once in the room we were met by new table settings, a nice towel animal and the tray of food. A cork POPPED off and champagne joined the feast. After our third glass mixed the liquor from dinner we got silly tipsy. I climbed into his lap to feel his bulge on my achy cunt. His body was warm. My hips naturally started to grinned against the thick mound. Mr. S complained his dress pants were constricting his baby juice production; so naturally they had to come off. All his clothes came off. In order to get the most man milk I needed him relaxed.
Once he was naked on the couch I slowly undressed my outfit for him; he had a strip tease. It was fun watching his cock bounce up then twitch when he’d catch a glimpse of my pink little pussy. Once I was down to my birthday suit I asked Mr. S how we should go about the night.
“I could suck you off, you cum on the food, then we fuck after I eat it. We could fuck right now then when you’re close I’ll suck you off, you cum then we could fuck again after I eat it. It’s up to you Papa” I explained but to deaf ears. Mr. S eyes were fixed on my pussy. I don’t think that man blinked once while staring at my juicy little cunt. I had to ask him twice before I got an answer.
Mr. S never touched his cock. He just let it freely twitch and bounce around, searching for a hole. I watched pre cum leak from the tip onto the floor. He was getting restless and I’m sure my mouth wasn’t going to be any help.
“Come kísa, sit on Papa” he whispered while motioning me with his hands. I place my legs outside of his to straddle him. While leaning forward I grabbed his cock from behind and slid the moisten tip around my drenched lips.
“Slow kísa, you’re so wet already I will cum too fast.” he begged me. His moans grew stronger as I waved his cock back and forth the length of my sopping slit. I was so focused on his moans that I didn’t realize I was getting off from it as well. My light little tease turned into me slapping his hard cock on my wet clit. He couldn’t take much more and changed positions.
Mr. S carried me to the end of the leather sectional. While on my back I was presented with a wet cock and balls. I sunk down lower to give his balls first love. My tongue curled around each one as I suckled them in my mouth. Mr. S let sighs of relief out as my tongue and lips explored his balls. I’d suck both in my mouth and then hum him a little tune. The vibrations sent him over the edge. I journeyed next to the throbbing cock above me. As I took him into my mouth I could feel how hard and horny he was. I wanted to suck it all out of him.
My tongue swirled up and down his shaft as lips maintained suction. My mouth moistened as he gagged my throat. Our eyes locked until I would flick my tongue wildly and he’d close his in ecstasy. I knew he was close to cumming when he grabbed the pastry. My excitement showed as I dug deeper on his cock slurping down to the base.
He continue to pump and plunger my sloppy little mouth. His thighs began to pulsate and his grip tightened on my jaw. Sweat fell from his forehead as he forcefully fucked my face.
“Ready Kísa!?” he shouted from above me.
I replied with my eyes staring deep into his brown ones. I wanted to taste my lover cum on a toaster strudel. He pumped for a few more minutes and then pulled his cock from my grip. Load after load covered the toaster strudel. The spray next topped the milkshake and then Mr. S turned to the tray to sprayed the remaining spunk on the other snacks. Once he finished pumping his seed Mr. S plopped down beside me on the sectional. I cleaned the excess cum on his cock; waste not want not. Afterwards I looked at my freshly glazed treats and smiled. I grabbed the strudel without hesitation and took a rather large bite. Cum oozed down the sides and my tongue was there to clean up any left overs. The warm glaze was cool now and made my strudel so tasty.
“Slow down kísa, Papa made you plenty” he joked while trying to catch his breath beside me.
Once I finished the strudel I decided for the healthier options and tasted the fruit. All the treats tasted yummy to me and now left the milkshake. Mr. S grabbed the shake and turned on the TV. He held the milkshake in one hand for me to drink while the other hand caressed my body. I flipped through the channels with one of my free hands. We watched Tv until I finished my shake then we enjoyed a nice shower.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a0kf76/cum_on_a_toaster_strudel_fm