"I have something else for you," I say. You look at me expectantly and with some puzzlement.
I pull out a silicone brush, the kind used to spread BBQ sauce on meat. "Barbequing steak or salmon on cedar planks really brings out a unique flavor. I'm going to marinate you on your cedar planks to really bring out your flavor! I can already smell your sweet pussy...showing me you're excited."
I had earlier made a sweet chocolate and wax mixture, combining the two in a wax melting pot set to 50°C. I worked out the ratio earlier and tested it on myself. The chocolate now just barely melts at 50, but cools to a hard glaze on skin without scalding. I dip the silicone brush in the chocolate-wax mix and drizzle it over your tummy. You wince from the pain, and then moan with pleasure. You love wax play. I do, too, but this tastes better than just plain old wax.
After the chocolate hardens I peel a bit off your tummy and push it into your mouth. You savor it and moan with pleasure. You love chocolate. I do, too.
I peel a hardened drizzled strip off your tummy and pop it in my mouth. Delicious!
I bend over your tummy and begin licking and biting the chocolate from you. You pout that you should get some more, too. I slide another chocolate strip in your mouth and watch as you close your eyes and savor it. I lean in and give you a long, tongue-probing, chocolatey kiss.
"Ready for more marinade and glaze?" I ask.
"Yes," you nod eagerly and moan with expectations and excitement.
I drizzle more chocolate on you, making sure your nipples get their share. I use the brush to thoroughly paint your tits with a thick layer. Your wriggle and squirm with pleasure from the warm chocolate-wax mixture and from the silicone bristles stroking and circling your firm, erect nipples, giving them extra-special treatment.
While I wait for the chocolate to harden on your nipples, I turn my attention to your shaved pussy. I slowly—teasingly!—paint a line from your navel to the hood of your clit. (The chocolate's too hot for your clit and pussy lips). The warmth of the creamy and now slightly cooler chocolate drizzles over your clit and drives you insane with passion. You start bucking and thrashing wildly despite being stretched taut by the ropes. Your moaning becomes louder and wilder as I apply the brush more firmly to your clit and work the brush in circles. Then I switch to side-to-side rubbing with the brush. I increase the speed and pressure of my brush strokes on your clit. Your moans and squeals of "Yes! Yes! Oh my fuck, oh my fuck!" become deeper and throatier growls until suddenly rising in pitch as you scream in orgasm. Your body goes rigid in spasm, then starts thrashing. After 15 seconds you go limp, like putty in my arms. I cuddle you for a minute, then I pick the hardened chocolate from your nipples for us to eat...
***
After 20 minutes of cuddles, dirty talk, and sharing chocolate from your body, I roll you over so you are now face down on the plank, your arms and legs still bound together and stretched taut.
I'm out of the melted chocolate, but the puddle of melted wax in a jar candle is threatening to drown the wick. That candle is flickering and glowing less brightly. Time to resuscitate it—and you.
I pour the wax on your back, ass, and thighs. You squeal, moan, and groan in pain, then growl in demented lust. "Use me as your fuck toy! Do whatever you want to me!"
I eagerly slather silicone lube on my now fully re-hardened cock, letting you watch and build in anticipation of what's to come. I push my well-lubed middle finger into your ass. The rubbery-like ring of your sphincter is tight, but yields. I apply more lube and a few more pushing strokes with my finger. You wriggle and moan excitedly. You are ready...
I climb onto the boards, my knees on either side to straddle you and I push my cock into your firm, supple, 'begging' ass. You are so expectant, my cockhead meets only the right amount of resistance needed for every nerve ending in my cock, and in your sphincter, to be stimulated to the max. We both simultaneously gasp, then moan from the intense, overwhelming pleasure as I fill you to the hilt and then withdraw. I start pumping ... slowly at first ... and then building to faster and harder thrusts ... just like you're loudly demanding me to do.
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