Chocolate Covered

Author: David Williams

The chocolate sauce drizzled over her nude flesh and slowly dripped it’s way down her body. One tiny squirt at a time, he began to coat her. He started on one nipple, allowing the cold thick liquid to tickle it’s way down the breast.

She shivered from the initial chill of it but quickly heated up again. It was like a tiny cold tongue licking her as the droplet slid over her breast and down her side. Another droplet was added, slightly to the side of the first and it’s path ended on her belly. Drop by drop he coated her stiffening nipple.

As he started on the second breast, she was having a hard time laying still. The tickles of a dozen drops drizzling down her flesh was driving her insane. She felt sticky and chilly from the chocolate slowly drying on her. She moaned shifted, and he laughed and let another drop go.

This nipple he coated with more chocolate, letting gobs of cold sticky sweet chocolate mess cover it and run in all directions at once. She shivered and laughed, it felt so good.

As he moved the chocolate flow over slightly, he began to coat her belly, the cold liquid making her squeal as a great squirt splashed on her. He was getting excited, she could tell. He was wanting to cover her faster and faster and though he still took his time, his own arousal was getting the better of him.

He drew a line down her body and then continued it down her thigh. The chocolate dripped down the bend of her leg and licked her inner thighs. She moaned. She could feel her own juices flowing just as freely. Her pussy was hot and wet and slippery as she shifted her legs compared to the sticky cold chocolate.

Down the rest of her leg, he finished the first bottle, and she heard it tossed away. Her leg was covered but as he opened the second bottle, he slowly teased her toes, pouring it between each one. That was sheer torture; The tickling was almost unbearable.

He made quick work of the second leg, squirting a heavy gop of it all down it and then blowing on it to make it drool down either side of her. She was wiggling her ass and squealing, the cold really getting to her now. He coated her foot in a big messy glop of chocolate, not teasing her this time, just making sure every inch of it was covered.

Then there was nothing. He waited, and she writhed under the continued tickling of the chocolate sauce. It meandered and took it’s time to run down her skin. She felt her pussy getting so wet, felt so hot in contrast to the cold liquid. She waited and tried not to move and bit her lip to keep from giggling.

He must have cut open the last bottle and poured it all at once. Suddenly this icy splash of cold goo covered her lower abdomen and pussy. It just washed over her and the intensity of the cold made her scream out. It mixed with her own cum immediately and she felt herself covered in a sweet sticky mess that puddled under her ass. Panting, she tried to get control of her breath back. That’s when it got scary.

Over her own breathing and the music, she swore she heard another man’s voice. She had not been listening intently because of her own ragged breath, so she did not hear anyone come in, but she was almost certain she heard another voice. She wished she could see but, the blindfold kept the possible speaker hidden from her.

Then again, a murmur . . . not loud enough to hear but it didn’t sound like him. It was so, low she had no idea who it was or what they were talking about, but she heard it. She stiffened and waited. She listened. She heard nothing else, just the music playing.

She was about to ask if someone else was there when she felt a finger scoop chocolate off her leg. A long slow deliberate sliding of the finger followed by a sucking sound as whoever it was licked his finger clean. The sensation of being touched made her quiver, and she didn’t know what to do.

The finger returned and slid between her legs and into her slit, taking her cum and the chocolate mixed. She whimpered. It felt so good, she didn’t want it to stop but she also didn’t know whose finger it was. Another licking sound followed by an appreciative, “Mmmmmm.”

She opened her mouth to speak, then paused to try and figure out what to ask. She didn’t want to anger him. She thought for a second and then she felt something, decidedly not a finger, rub across her breast. “Oh my God,” she thought. She knew what it was: someone rubbed his cock over her breast, coating it with chocolate.

She started to stammer a question when the cock head was put to her lips. The chocolate taste slipped into her mouth, a tiny drop of chocolate on her tongue. She was shaking as she opened her mouth and began to suck on the cock, licking and cleaning the head.

There was the slightly salty taste of precum mixed with the sweetness of the chocolate, and it filled her senses. She was so excited/scared/aroused that she couldn’t tell if it was her sir’s cock or someone else’s. It felt about the same size, but… she just wasn’t sure. She sucked and licked and cleaned it and then it was pulled out and away, and again she waited.

There it was again, another man’s voice. She was sure of it.

“Sir?” she called out in question. No response.

“Sir?” Laughter… was it his?

She was about to call out again, and a mouth sucked her nipple in and began to clean it. She gasped at the sudden sensation and moaned. A hand grabbed her other breast and smeared the stickiness all over her, rubbing her body and the chocolate as whomever it was sucked and licked and bit her clean. She was panting and moaning and trying to keep a clear mind, but it wasn’t working.

When the hand slid to her pussy, she lost all logical thought. The mouth and tongue worked both breasts, sucking and licking and nibbling her nipples. Fingers stroked her clit. She cried out… it was too much. She was spinning, unable to breathe.

She lost track of everything but the sudden heat in her, the sudden fire that made her burn all over. She shook and groaned as she felt her pussy almost painfully clench and her orgasm start. Yet, still, he didn’t let up. The tongue tasted and devoured her. The hand played with her and spread her open. She was screaming and thrashing against her bonds. She was being eaten alive.

“Sir?” she called in a weak voice.

“Yes?” He answered, and then his touch on her skin through the sticky mess.

“You?” she asked.

“Do you really want to know?” he asked.

“Huh?” She was confused.

“Do you really want to know?” He asked her again, his voice so sweet and soothing.

She was shocked by her own answer. “No Sir.”

His chuckled and then the music rose in volume until she could hear nothing but it. Minutes later, he turned it down. Had the music covered someone leaving? She would never know.

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