My girlfriend Kate and I live in London, but have both travelled extensively in the states before we met. We both developed some food obsessions over there – I love what you guys call ‘biscuits’, and she loves Cheetos which are like Wotsits on speed.
Imagine our excitement when we discovered that the big supermarket near our house sells one item we both managed to get incredibly excited about: Marshmallow Fluff.
Creamy sugar in a jar, for us this really is confectionary crack. We grabbed some jars immediately. Too good an opportunity to pass up.
The same evening Kate used it in some brownies she baked, I ate a whole load with a spoon. Fuck sophistication.
But that evening Kate brought the opened jar up to the bedroom. Some naughty midnight snackage was in order, I thought. Little did I know it would be me being feasted on.
Kate told me she’d bought me some new trousers and was keeping them as a surprise. She wanted me to try them on right then and there, and pulled off my pyjama bottoms in one swoop. She’s never been the most subtle, but she is absolutely gorgeous.
5’5, with long dark hair down to her bum and hazel eyes I could swim in for days.
My soft, unsuspecting jewels were bouncing around happily, waiting to be fashionably trousered.
“There are no trousers.” She said without skipping a beat. “I just wanted you naked.”
“Do you really think you have to trick me into taking my trousers off?” I mused. The sound of her giggle is like a choir of angels. Slightly drunk angels.
“I wanna try something.” She bit her lip seductively, still standing in front of me. She cupped my junk in her cold hands and lightly massaged me.
“Ok, well you know the rules.” She knows the rules – no shit, no blood, no extreme pain, nothing that will get me arrested. Apart from that, I’m an open book – admittedly not a book that has hit the bestsellers list.
She pushed me backwards onto the bed – a favourite move of hers. She likes to watch my balls bounce.
To my immense surprise, she grabbed the Fluff and opened the jar. I started to get the hint, and my little private began to stand to attention.
She pushed her petite little hand in the jar and slathered a handful of marshmallow all over my semi and balls. I never begrudge the girl dessert – when she puts on weight, it tends to go to her boobs anyway.
She took up a comfortable fetal position alongside me, with her head in line with the presumably delicious cock she liked to claim as her own.
After a few seconds of loving eye contact and another glorious giggle, she leaned forward and began swirling her tongue all over my now raging manhood.
She feasted, licking, swirling, kissing, and eventually sucking. She bobbed up and down hungrily, exploring all the little crevices and textures of cock with her active tongue. She seemed to be enjoying it more than usual – hell that Fluff tastes so good I’d probably suck it off a cock too, if no spoons were available.
The feeling was just as good – if not better – than a normal bj. It felt stickier, warmer and a bit more intense.
With my cock almost clean, she took a quick break to ask me to tell her when I was close. Normally she likes to drink it all down from source, so I found it a little odd, but went with it.
A few minutes of sugary slurping later, I tapped her still-clothed shoulder to let her know it was about to get a bit saltier.
She pulled off, but to my glee, scooped another small handful of fluff out the jar and onto my sensitive cock head. Then she ploughed back on, sucking with all her might. I crumbled into a heaving orgasm, pumping upwards into her mouth and the mess of marshmallow. She slurped it all down, using her tongue to mix the marshmallow with my hot cum, savouring every minute, and needfully rubbing her hand over her pj bottoms.
As my sticky soft dick plopped satisfied from her sweet lips, she told me to empty the rest of the jar all over her body and flung off her pjs in anticipation.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hjkte/marshmallow_fluff_mf_food
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I’ll admit… i hate this story. I just think marshmallow fluff is truly horrible on so many levels. It’s a disgusting product, from the ways in which the ingredients are sourced, to the factory process that makes it, to the waste generated by the empty container, to what the ‘food,’ (manufactured chemicals) actually does to your body. To me, your story is the equivalent of marshmallow fluff, just bland, sweet and wholly lacking in nourishment or health, which is how I imagine your life. I envy you. You clearly take things at face value, and are happier for it. Have you ever visited http://www.reddit.com/r/latestagecapitalism? Or http://www.reddit.com/r/aboringdystopia? I think your story might belong there.