The idea for cum on food came from a younger lover but he never acted on it. The lucky contestant for the strudel extravaganza was a long time and still is a long-time friend of mine. He started as a mentor to me when I was a freshman. An older Russian man, early 50s, nice thick beard, and a complete badass.
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. He didn’t even have to say his name. I knew who he was once I hear his voice but didn’t comprehend the physically fit man in front of me. He reached his hand out for a handshake. I denied it with a hug. I wanted to feel his warmth. There was always 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 a 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 Papa. That’s why I asked 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 can enjoy a full night of events. I decided to tell him about my “fantasy” at the theater instead of dinner; I was afraid he’d choke. Plus at the theater, we have our box to swap 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 sang 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 we watched the ending of the show. Afterward, Mr. S shook hands with acquaintances then we waited for our car. While we stood outside the theater I begged Mr. S once more to entertain my wild imagination.
“Papa please, can we play my little game when we get back to the room,” He shushed me. Our car pulled up and we drove to the restaurant.
At dinner, we eat a nice meal but Mr. S turned down dessert. He winked at me in front of the waiter and said, “dessert was lady’s choice”. The waiter smiled then gave Mr. S the check.
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 liquor was left. Once the car was ready we zipped down the road. Mr. S called the hotel to 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, and a chocolate milkshake. Mr. S laughed at my list then told the young lady his time of arrival. She confirmed the list and stated it would be waiting for us.
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 have enough saved up.”
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 losing weight it has gotten to almost extreme levels.
Once in the room, we were met by new table settings, a nice towel animal, and the tray of food. A cork POPPED off then champagne joined the feast. After our second glass mixed the liquor from dinner, we were silly tipsy. I climbed into his lap to feel his bulge on my achy cunt. His body was warm. My hips naturally started to grind 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. To get the most man milk, I needed him relaxed.
Once he was naked on the couch I slowly undressed out my outfit for him; he had a naughty striptease. 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, 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 the options 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. 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 moistened 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 teases 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. With my head hanging off the couch I was presented with a wet cock and balls. I sunk 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 flicked my tongue wildly. He closed his eyes 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 continued 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.
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. Mr. S turned to my open mouth and sprayed the remaining spunk down my throat. 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. Afterward, I looked at my freshly glazed treat then smiled. I grabbed the strudel without hesitation and took a rather large bite. Cum oozed down the sides of my mouth. My tongue was there to clean up any leftovers. 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 on the healthier options and tasted the fruit. All the treats tasted yummy to me. Mr. S grabbed the shake then turned on the TV. He held the milkshake in one hand for me to drink while the other hand caressed my body. We stayed cuddle on the couch until the milkshake was finished. Mr. S grabbed my hand then lead me to the bathroom. We showered, got ready for bed, and slept in each other’s arms.
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