Food 01 In A Jam

Food 01 - In a Jam

This is the first of my series of stories that involve food in some way. Sex and food are two of life's greatest pleasures, so I like to mix them together from time to time in my life and in my writing.

This story was inspired by a 'sexting' friend in Texas who texted me one morning about making grape jelly, and sent pictures (she was fully clothed a and bottling the jelly?!). She's a friend.. and not a lover/play partner. (Sigh... maybe someday...)

My other food series stories combine food with other kinky wild adventures. They are unrelated stories that can be read in any order.

I hope you will follow my food trail...

I woke up late in the morning in my hotel room, tired from a night of nearly non-stop kissing, sucking, fucking, spanking, and wax play. The latter two activities were by far her favorites—she's a masochist. I still can't believe how much 'punishment' and pain she could endure... and still beg for more in a pleading, demanding, demented frenzy.

Now, she was still asleep and snuggling into her pillow, facedown despite complaining last night that her 'big boobs' (her term) kept her from sleeping on her stomach. Obviously I wore her out... and she missed a lot of sleep. But I also think her purple bruised ass (with a halo of red and pink from last night's spanking) had a role in her unconscious decision to sleep on her tummy.

Little chips and flakes of white, purple, and gold wax were still scattered on the bedsheets and sticking to us. I think the wax play is going to add a bit to the hotel bill for cleaning. No matter. It was worth it to see her squirming and writhing in delight as I dropped hot wax on her throat, tits, tummy... then a bit of rough wrestling before flipping her over for more wax drips on her back, ass, thighs, and the soles and toes of her feet. That last part drove her wild, especially after I bit, licked, and sucked her wax-covered feet and toes...and kept going after all the wax had been bitten off or fallen off.

I gave her purple/red/pink ass a firm squeeze to rouse her. "Rise and shine, Baby Girl!"

***

I was in town for only three days, so we packed in as much fun as we could on Day 1, expecting to do the same on Day 2 and Day 3. We had met online and became sexting friends for a year. And then we agreed that I should fly to her city to meet in person.

She had brought me a jar of homemade raspberry jelly she prepared last week. A gift for me to take home—besides memories of her and our time together. I saw the jelly on my bedside table while she was still struggling to walke up and it reminded me I was hungry. She was, too. I ordered room service.

The food arrived in 25 minutes—long enough of a delay for us to cuddle and kiss while waiting.

We fed each other breakfast. Any of the runny yolk that dripped onto her by "accident" (honest!) I licked off of her thoroughly.

She noticed that I ate my toast dry—as I usually do .

"Aren't you going to try my jelly?" she asked, her tone reflecting a bit of wounded pride.

"Of course, Baby Girl! But I'm not wasting what is sure to be amazing raspberry jelly on hotel toast. I'll have it with dessert after breakfast."

"Dessert after breakfast?" she asked with disbelief. "What do you think you're having for dessert after breakfast?"

"You!" I responded, with a wicked leer.

With that, I tackled her and we wrestled hard for a few minutes. She fought back valiantly. As a masochist she also likes CNC and mock rape scenes...but we didn't know each other well enough for that yet.

Once I had her subdued and panting, I used a spoon to run a thick line of her homemade jelly from between her tits down through her navel and into her pussy. I ran the convex backside of the spoon across her clit. First in circles and then side to side, trying to test how different speeds and pressure excited her. She was revving up nicely before I tossed the spoon and hungrily started licking and sucking jelly from her—methodically from the start of the line above her cleavage, onward to her tits (using my jelly-coated tongue to sticky-up her firm erect nipples), then slowly following the trail of jelly down to the little pond of jelly in her navel. That was ticklish to her and she used her arms and hands to push my face away firmly as my tongue desperately tried to dart deeply into her navel. My tongue continued down to her pussy, and her frantic pushes turned to frantic, frenzied pulls as her hands laced in my hair and tried to drag my face and tongue faster and harder to her smouldering volcano.

Of course I resisted... I truly wanted to eat her ASAP—but pass up on a good (and painful) hair pulling? No way! Delayed gratification is what we both needed.

I took my sweet-ass time working my tongue down to the swollen wet lips of her shaved pussy. By the time I was cleaning the raspberry jelly from her clit—I mean

really

cleaning it with my tongue—It's her who's turned into jelly. She was wiggling, jiggling, and giggling with pleasure until she tensed and bucked for an explosive orgasm...

***

Mere minutes after we had cuddled following her 'O', she insisted she needed my cock inside her. Her whole front was still sticky from jelly and my saliva... but I didn't mind being glued to her!

I slid easily inside her wet, hot, tight pussy and within 15 seconds (maybe 30 strokes) I was lost in a swirling heaven as I exploded and pumped what seemed like gallons of hot cum into her.

She had me so jizzed up that I came way earlier than usual.

"Hmmm... not like me to be premature..." I mumbled.

"It's not a competition..." she sighed, in a low calming voice. "And it's

not

premature ejaculation when I cum first...especially like that! You have nothing to apologize for... that was fucking amazing! I'm tickled you came so quickly... obviously I got you

really

excited!"

I could only raise my eyebrows to widen my eyes and then nod in agreement.

***

"Why don't you hop in the shower to get that sticky jelly off you," she suggested. "I'll join you in the shower in a minute...so don't hurry getting cleaned up."

I took her advice and got in the shower. I mostly rinsed off the sticky jelly in the hot spray of water without bothering to soap up. And then I waited ... and waited... and waited...

I was about to turn off the shower and check that she hadn't run off. But then she popped into the bathroom and jumped in the shower with me.

She eagerly started soaping me up. I returned the favor, letting my hands eagerly massage the suds over her body and especially her bruised ass. II turned her around so her back was to me and I wedged ny sudsed up, firm cock into her ass crack She squirmed and moaned a bit with pain when I vigorously rubbed and washed her ass. But it was clear the pain was a pleasure to her.

"I was wondering why it took you several minutes to join me in the shower. I was getting worried that maybe you were slinking off..." I teased, then gave her right nipple a firm squeeze and twist.

Ever the masochist, she winced in pain, but clearly loved it.

"Sorry about that!" She cooed. "I had to call my husband to tell him to come over."

"Your hu-hu-husband...?" I stammered, losing my breath. Despite the hot, steamy shower, my blood instantly went ice-cold. I pulled my cock from between her asscheeks "He's coming over? ... Like, right now?" I panted, my voice going hoarse.

"Oh, yes," she purred. "We live close to this hotel. He can walk here in 5-6 minutes...or less, if he walks fast or runs. He's an exercise junkie... works out all the time... a very big muscular man... six-foot three, 200 pounds of muscle. He's probably in the lobby... or maybe in the elevator right now..."

I'm jumping out of my skin at this point—and about to jump out of the shower to make a naked dash to the nearest stairwell, hopefully with my clothes bundled in my arms.

"Relax," she laughed soothingly, as she turned around and put her palm firmly on my pounding chest. "I'm a hot wife! We got tired of me being fucked by guys claiming to be real wild, kinky lovers ... and then having them disappoint us. So now I pick up guys I've met online—or at munches—for a test run before calling my husband in. I just told my husband you're the real deal! He's rushing over to watch you fuck my brains out... and more... an even more intense repeat of last night!" She gushed excitedly, her eyes and mouth wide and sparkling.

I got light-headed and felt like I was going to pass out... and did a slow-motion drop to my knees...

"Don't worry... and don't die on me!" she laughed soothingly again, as she caught me in her arms. "He's bringing over a special subset of our bondage and torture toys. All three of us are going to have a fucking wonderful fucking time..."

I passed out at that point.

—END—

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