## The Cherry Cordial [M30/F25][messy BJ]
I was about to close the shop when the little bell jingled from its perch above the door. The customer looked beautiful, if not overdressed, wearing a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, heels, and gold bangles that matched her long blonde hair. She was a far cry from the horde of sweatshirt clad tourists who pass through the area on a daily basis. As she bent down and slowly crept along the long glass counter, I received a bird’s eye view of her chest and full breasts.
“Welcome to Cordials,” I said, sliding a tray back into the display. “Can I help you find something?”
She stood up and scanned the rest of the store before replying. “I don’t suppose you have anything vegan, do you?”
I smiled and motioned for her to follow me to a different part of the counter. “These are vegan. No dairy, but you can’t tell. I have ganache truffles, fruit creams, and my favorite, sea salt chocolate cordials.”
The woman snorted. “I’ve had vegan chocolate before. It’s all been terrible.”
“Then why did you ask for it?”
“Oh, it’s for my friend’s birthday. Dinner at Gratzi’s,” she said, thumbing behind her. No wonder she was dudded up.
“I can assure you, my chocolates are made to the highest standard. Your friend will love every bite. Would you like a sample?”
She looked at me like I’d just offered to throw a pie in her face. “Oh no. Why don’t you just wrap up a couple dozen in a box and I’ll be on my way. I’m going to be late.”
“I don’t know your friend, but I can guarantee she’ll love these. In fact I’ll bet you these are the best truffles *you’ve* ever had. Period.”
A red-lipped smirk formed on her face. “Care to make a bet? If I try a vegan chocolate and it doesn’t send me to the Moon, then you give me the chocolate for my friend, free of charge.”
She seemed like a woman used to getting her way but I was intrigued. “And if they do? What do I get, aside from a sale?”
“I’ll suck your cock and send *you* to the Moon.”
“Deal.” Fuck, I had no idea she was so confident. My pulse quickened as I imagined her ruby lips wrapped around my dick. Reaching into the case, I started to fill a sample tray with assorted vegan creams and chocolate-covered ganache. “Get ready to lose.”
The woman’s glare shot daggers in my chest. She picked up a key lime chocolate ball and let it linger in her mouth, her cheeks stretched ever so slightly as she rolled it, chewed it, *savored* it. When she closed her eyes tightly and winced, a pang of doubt bubbled in my chest. There was a long, slow swallow and I slid her a cup of water. She sipped it and slapped her hand on the counter, shaking her head. “Fuck.”
“That bad, huh?” I asked. I started to pull the sample tray away from her when she grabbed my hand.
“No. It’s just that I hate to lose.” Leaning over the counter, she picked up my hand and started sucking on my finger. Her mouth was so warm – her tongue dancing around my digit – I started to get hard.
I used my free hand to unzip my pants and massage my cock and she stared at it, still sucking the life out of my finger. I guided her around the counter like leading a calf with a bottle of milk and she knelt down before me. Eyes sharp, holding my dick against her face, she was a vision on her knees. Still, I wanted to give her an out. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
She fondled my balls and her fingers were electric. “A bet’s a bet. Besides, I think you’re kinda cute.” Those were her last words before she engulfed the tip of my cock.
Fuck, her mouth felt amazing. I got harder as she continued to play with my nuts while giving me the best head I’ve had in years. When she popped up, gasping for air, I noticed the dark ring of chocolate left on my shaft. I stopped her before she went back for more and raised a finger. “Hold on.”
I scurried into the back room with my pants around my ankles and returned with a bowl of chocolate paint I hadn’t cleaned. I poured a few pools into a tray then added flavorings to each one, then painted candy stripes over my cock. It looked like a monochromatic barber’s pole, albeit a throbbing one.
“You sure are creative,” she said with a smile. Holding my balls again, she slowly inhaled along my shaft without touching. “Hazelnut? Raspberry?”
“Huckleberry. From Montana. It’s sweeter.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” She licked my balls and it sent shivers up and down my body. A streak of chocolate dabbed her nose and lips as she reached the tip. God, I wanted to clean her off.
I didn’t get the chance. Instead she went down on my again, sucking my cock in slow, agonizing inches. I felt her tongue under me, pressing me, gripping me tighter as she took more and more of me down her throat. She stayed at my base for an eternity before coming back up for air. A rope of spit dribbled down her cheek. “You’re right,” she said, licking her lips. “You’re sweeter.”
My dick was swirled in chocolate, the clean stripes a mess of flavors streaked over my slick shaft. The artist in me died a little, but the horny creep in me took over. I cupped her cheek and she teased me, licking the underside of my head. More chocolate ended up on her fingers and lips as she sucked and stroked my cock with more power and speed. I wasn’t going to last much longer. “Where do you want it,” I grunted.
“Come in my mouth. If you hit my dress I will fucking kill you.”
I believed her. No doubt those dick-sucking lips had sent hundreds of men to their doom. I rocked my hips and held the counter behind me as I reached the point of no return, but she held me, gripping my thighs and cock as I fucked her mouth.
“Mmph,” she moaned as the first shots of my load hit the back of her throat. Her hands squeezed every last drop out of my balls as I convulsed, pulsing with semen.
As my erection subsided and the twitches faded, she rose to her feet and licked her sticky fingers. I handed her a wet nap I stock for tourists. “Thanks, you were amazing.”
“We all have our talents. If you’re free later tonight, do you want to show me more?”
I nodded, boxing up a dozen vegan chocolates for her as she cleaned up. I packed a smaller box of dairy-rich ones for herself. “If you liked my vegan ones, you should see what I do with cream.”
She took the boxes and slipped me her number. “Any time you want to give me a private demonstration, call me.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12im66s/the_cherry_cordial_m30f25messy_bj