I lay on his bed, reading The New Yorker when he came in bearing a box from the sacred temple. Meaning? KFC. Yeah. We were about to get it on, chicken style.
He set the box on the night stand and whipped back the covers.
"What are you wearing?"
"Jammies," I said.
"Well, THOSE are gon' hafta come off," he beckoned toward me and pulled off my jammy top. "Now the bottoms," he gave me a look, "undies? Really? Undies?"
"Fine, I'll remove them."
"You do that."
"Are you going to get undressed?"
He smiled. "Maybe. When I'm ready, " he kissed me passionately and then put me on my stomach. "Lie still," he said.
I could hear the box opening. I looked up. He had a chicken finger in his hand and was opening the honey mustard sauce. He dipped it in the sauce and then took the finger, now coated in honey mustard sauce and dredged it across my ass. He took a bite of the chicken, and then he licked the sauce off my bottom. He then dipped the chicken in the sauce and repeated, until he had finished the piece.
"That smells so good," I said.
"All right, turn over," he said. He took a chicken finger, dipped it in the sauce and then ran it over my nipples. Then he handed it to me to eat as he suckled the sauce off me.
"Oh, now that's finger licking good," I remarked.
"Indeedy," he concurred. "But enough chicken, I want to eat you." He ran his tongue down my belly and over the insides of my thighs, licking around and and around, but not quite getting to my clit, until finally when I could stand it no more, I felt his hot breath and then his tongue, moving quickly and lightly back and forth on my clit. "Oh, you taste so good," he said.
When I came, he took out his penis and brought it to my mouth-I sucked on it greedily until he finally whispered, "I just want to be inside you," and so he entered me. He fucked me perfectly and kissed me deeply, his tongue expertly moving inside my mouth. When he came, I could feel his cock shuddering with pleasure; loud guttural sounds came from deep in his throat and I knew I had pleased him.
"Come with me," he took me by the hand and into the kitchen.
Oddly enough, there was a massage table right smack in the middle of the kitchen.
"Lie down," he ordered.
I lay down on the white sheets, his semen dripping out of me.
He opened the refrigerator and took out an egg. He cracked it and opened it up on my back. He then quickly sucked up the entire egg and then, he took a pull from the Patron(TM) that was sitting on the counter. "Hmm, yummy!" He ran his hand over my ass and then licked it, spreading my legs as he licked up the semen that was running out of me. "Turn over," he said hoarsely. He then began sucking upon my belly as he ran his hands over my inner thighs, and then he was again, licking at my little blonde vaggie until again, I came. "Are you ready for act two?" he finally removed all his clothes, climbed up on the table and fucked me again, and this time when he came, he came all over my belly.
He licked me clean. And then, he made me come again.
I lay on the table in a stupor of pleasure as he walked out of the room. He returned with the KFC box. "Another chicken finger?"
I remain,
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