Steve's Sensual Sundae

"I'm an adult." He declared rebelliously as he stuck his erect dick into the epicenter of the heated sundae. Heated just so that it'd be warm enough but not so hot as to cause third second or even first-degree burns, even adding some rainbow sprinkles to complete the effect along with a maraschino cherry on top.

His eyes glazed back as he began to fantasize about the pretty curvaceous latina girl from his math class. " Oh Sarah he thought with a lustful sigh."

As he thrust deeper and deeper into the sundae. The whipped cream and banana sloshed together not at all maintaining their shape but managing just barely a consistency close enough to what he needed. It was nowhere near the feel of a warm wet willing vagina but it was close and tonight was the night before his date, so close was close enough.

In his mind it took the form of her thighs Carmel-colored tthighs as he proceeded to fuck it faster and faster hoping to God no one walked in as he bade goodbye to his childhood in a single act of teenage rebellion.

He thrust faster and faster as he neared a creamy completion.

Sarah exited off her window. Steve hadn't realized that the chat hadn't ended earlier when he'd called to ask her out after school and she could see everything he had been doing for the last two hours.

"He's definitely getting lucky now." she thinks lustfully. Breasts jiggling as she reaches down between her light Grey Lululemon leggings

She should've said something, she should've spoken up but something about the situation just aroused her too much to be able to speak.

It wasn't her fault a naughty voice in her head said to her in an attempt to assuage her guilt..

She'd wanted him for years and had always mistaken his poised quiet embarrassment for standoffishness. She made sure to mute her mic and found some sploshing porn. It was potato salad and the actress had the same blue dress she planned to wear on her date with Steve. She started to finger herself lightly as the actress coated her dress in southern potato salad the best most yellow of all the potato salads.

The latina couldn't help but gush all over herself at her good fortune. She'd planned to prepare a week's worth of meals and decided that it'd be an opportune time to do so after their date. "mmm I hope there's a little something extra in my salad after I tease the fuck out of Steve." she thinks to herself with a perverted musing. She can't help but feel her panties absolutely soaked in the moist heat generated from her thoughts of Steve.

Clicking off from her porn briefly to browse lgr hp ipaq rx1955 she knew he'd like that she knew this perhaps he'd say something like "I feel really good now." and when I asked why he'll say "Look in a mirror." I'll blush and feel wanted, needed, loved.

Looking at the clock it's 11:11 "Hmmm I should make a wish, but I've already got what I wanted." she thought, utterly fulfilled knowing that the guy of her dreams is not so quietly fucking a hot fudge sundae while moaning her name really did wonders for her day and her confidence she thought musing.

Still though I shouldn't waste this veritable shooting star. "I hope our date goes according to plan and I get a salad full of Steve's cum."

She goes to her kitchen and prepares a week's worth of Vassar salad complete with shredded cheese and Caesar dressing. She inhales hoping soon to be sploshing herself with a mix of salad dressing and the cum of her soon to be boyfriend that she can't help but stalk just a little bit.

Taking a moment to collect herself Sarah smoothly steps over to her luxurious closet and amid a veritable mountain of Burberry coats, Silk Blouses from Hawes and Curtis in a rainbow of colors and styles, a shoe closet absolutely loaded with white lacoste sneakers, Christian Louboutin So Kate and lady peep open pumps, selects a sleek and stunning silken dress absolutely adorned with lace asserting her undeniable dominance via expensive outfits was one of her favorite things beside sploshing of course.

Winning outfit lovingly selected via most likely to make Steve uncontrollably masturbate with minimal teasing, she returned to what was growing to be her favorite hobby-- un-obstreperously observing Steve as he ogled imaginary versions of what could only be herself as she was the only Sarah in their entire collective class. She felt as though the stars aligned for her, while not particularly pleased over the decidedly dismal standards wrought about by picking olive garden as their date locale she couldn't help but feel deliciously naughty at the thought of ruining her Hawes Curtis Skyblue Silk blouse. Hoping to herself that Steve must surely want to see her covered in as much of a creamy cum-like substance as possible she couldn't help but enjoy the fact that it was officially endless pasta bowl season.

Their date was the following day, a Saturday and she couldn't believe the endurance he had whilst fucking a sundae. I mean sure the hot fudge and sprinkles held a certain appeal she began to wonder perhaps with a not undeserved paranoia if on some level Steve was aware that he was being watched.

Although from his end Steve was wholly unaware of any such cyberstalking summoned sensually from Sarah's Sony computer he couldn't help but have a hard time cumming within his sundae. It wasn't that he didn't want to as much as he hadn't thought out the ratio of hot fudge to cold-as-fuck ice cream. If he had known that his longest standing crush could see and hear everything he was doing part of him would be amused that this happened when he decided to be adventurous veering from simple salami sandwiches and buttery bread rolls to an actual sundae, or terrified because performance anxiety can truly be a bitch and a half, but either way unbeknownst to Steve his sundae soire all-but-insured that he'd have his way with his rich buxom bouncy-breasted crush. Regardless of his intent he'd managed to win over the girl of his dreams by making and then continually fornicating with a hot fudge sundae complete with whipped cream cherry, banana and sprinkles. It took so long because part of him was nervous and part of him wanted to save his massive milky yogurt load for Sarah.

She couldn't believe her eyes anymore. It had taken him six hours to properly get himself off with that not soupy melted mess of ice cream totally dogged out banana absolutely wrecked cherry and completely disheveled whipped cream but in the end he still couldn't quite cum despite how utterly aroused the mental image of Sarah made him the human body just wasn't made for such cold unyielding temperatures.

Neither Sarah nor Steve can believe the orgasmic intensity of the day they just had. Both having had a day full of their preferred fantasy in preparation of their first date. Sarah had carefully laid out her outfits for the evening--a pair of high waisted dress pants and a huge leather belt. For the actual date itself she went into her massive rainbow closet... Red, orange, yellow, green, blue indigo, and violet outfits all sorted by color and designer. Armani dresses, leather bags, belts, glasses and shoes, Fendi Baguettes, Versace cocktail dresses, Burberry bags to match every occasion, Ralph Lauren jackets and dresses, little black dresses by Chanel, Prada gowns and bags, Hermès Kelly bags and silk scarves for every occasion along with Gucci bags and wallets, and finally. Louis Vuitton dresses, shoes, sunglasses, watches and jewelry all lined her chasmus closet.

She selected a Louis Vuitton cocktail dress in red,a pair of Lady peeps open-toed pumps, a matching necklace with Saint Cajetan of Thiene(patron Saint of wealth) in silver inlaid with rubies and pearls forming an S, along with seven golden bangles on each wrist and a Tiffany blue diamond ring on her left thumb, an original 1926 Harry Winston diamond ring on her left index, a Tacori California diamond on her left middle finger, an original Cartier diamond ring from 1847 on her left ring finger, a simple yet expensive and elegant James Allen on her left pinkie, a verragio on her right thumb, an original 1946 Reeds Jewellers ring on her right index, a stunning yet thick Neil Lane ring on her right middle finger, a Diamonds international 1986 original engraved with her birthday July 27th with love on her right ring finger and a Simon G Glendale blue diamond on her right pinkie to complete the look.

That's not even to get into the collection of accessories, assorted shoes, headphones, earbuds, first edition sneakers, limited edition sneakers and rare books Sarah adorned her room with which she knew Steve would love. Yes Sarah is a rich bitch but she's worth it. Having decided on an outfit she preps her make-up station and applies Heavy H. Couture diamond encrusted bright red lipstick worth 14 million dollars, moderate H couture eyeliner adorned with 2500 blue diamonds, heavy Chanel le Volume mascara and Marc Jacobs Enamored Hi-Shine Lip Lacquer heavy lip gloss. Anything to bring attention to her dainty goddess mouth. To finish off her ever so elegant apparel she decided to paint each nail an alternating pattern of azature black diamond nail polish valued at $250,000 and containing 267 carats of black sparkly goodness alternating with a bright red Sally Hansen Salon Pro Gel valued at $ 21,591.17.

"Worth every penny to a glamourous goddess like me." Finally finished with her predate pimping she summons a Lincoln Town car complete with a personal driver to escort her to Steve's so that the two of them arrive safely at their lovely destination. Her mind flashes towards all of the amazingly sloppy foods and her veritable mask of makeup. The thought of her red Louis Vuitton cocktail dress splattered in the grease of unlimited breadsticks and the luxurious creamy whiteness is an Alfredo sauce coating her many luxury wares ruining almost a million dollars of rings, scarves, bracelets, nail polishes, bags, shoes, a watch and an irreplaceable necklace. The thought makes her moist in her premium Victoria secret panties and Wolford stockings. The ride goes as planned picking Steve up via driver seems to startle him along with the Abyss AB-1266 his and hers matching headphones, figuring he's a bit of a technologist and audiophile by his test in music and porn she decided to gift him the very best in headphones each costing $5,495 in addition to being engraved with his name and a custom find my fancy headphones app with GPS.

Steve had waited all day for this date wondering how Sarah was going to pick him up knowing that neither had a license as of yet despite being old enough. Needless to say when the black Lincoln Town car pulled up with Sarah clutching an engraved pair of the best headphones known to man, not to mention the most expensive Steve knew he had done something right. 'I wonder if she does this for every guy she goes on a date with... no that's not right as far as I know she's never dated anyone from our school or anywhere else. he takes in her luxurious appearance, the stunning red cocktail dress, Saint of wealth necklace enlaid with rubies, luxurious rings adorning every finger, nailpolish with.... Ar-Are those fucking diamonds?! ' he thinks incredulously.

He looked at her not expecting such immense wealthy from the Swedish-Mexican beauty, but nevertheless he felt under-dressed in a A white Oxford shirt, a shiny leather belt, and expensive silk lined light grey dress pants.. He couldn't help but smile seeing her beautiful figure, large tight hips, Kardashian-fat latina ass, voluptuous double D breasts and immaculately done nails. Her raven-black shoulder-length hair done up in an elaborate French bun. He couldn't help but try to contain his drool over the Wolford stockings just barely peeking out under her dress.

They arrive at the clearly marked *not olive garden and are quickly seated to a private booth in a private room Sarah or one of her minders clearly called ahead for them.

The waiter arrived promptly and brought them a set of menus that looked like the stack of textbooks one would get from the campus bookstore for a full course load.

Sarah feels the sloshing-lust build up inside of her as she orders quietly whispering to the server seemingly embarrassed. She knows it'll take a long time for her food to arrive and she's excited and embarrassed to subtly reveal to Steve that she'd seen him fucking an ice cream sundae. So rather than being totally subtle but wanting to see the look on his face she just goes "Hey Steve I've liked you for a really really long time and I was thinking maybe later we could get an ice cream sundae together, you know one with a banana and whipped cream, cherries on top and fudge in the middle perfectly sculpted."

He blanches as she continues to describe a sundae that sounds earlier similar to the one he'd made love to the evening before thinking to himself" Shit does she know what I did? "

She continues in a seductive luxurious whispering tone,the tone of a goddess, a lover, a queen." You know with me you can do anything you want absolutely anything and I won't judge you as long as you're ok with my eating habits babe.

He ponders what she means still a bit taken aback and not quite getting the hint that she's dropping but as he keeps thinking and thinking her food arrives starting with the bread cart.

the nolive garden's word famous unlimited extra greasy garlic breadsticks normally served one more than the number of people sitting at the table but this time came. Stacked with twenty and Sarah is looking at them with a lusty haze in her eyes as she gains a look of faux piety and thanks her patron Saint of wealthy necklace for such a delicious meal. She puts away maybe twenty breadsticks by herself while Steve only manages two just thinking to herself "holy shit I wonder what she did to work up such an appetite."

No sooner had he thought this than the first dish came out- - fettuccine alfredo-- butter and parmesan cheese emulsified into a rich sauce coating the pasta. To her credit she started off neatly enough not quite coating herself immediately in everything that was to come. She'd shown perfect table manners chewing slowly and daintily until seemingly the last twenty percent of her dish where she seemed to sort of loose her grip and a little bit of the butter sauce coated her face and the top of her cocktail dress but it was nothing that wouldn't come out with a brief wash.

He'd let her order and wasn't at all sure what he'd gotten to eat but seeing as she was so luxuriously and modernly deciding to pay for the meal decided to just let his crush enjoy herself and continue thinking about what could possibly be so bad about the way she eats.

The second dish arrived and she decided against splitting it with him, it was a chicken parmesan-- a dish that consists of breaded chicken breast covered in tomato sauce and mozzarella, parmesan, and provolone cheese blended together perfectly with a slice of ham and a slice of bacon added at Sarah's request as before all was normal until nearly the last bite and then she seemed to flub something as simple as holding a fork and a piece of cutlet landed right between her cleavage. She looked at Steve and smiled seductively as he politely tried not to share. She placed her hand on his thigh and leaned in so that only he could hear her, not that she needed to with the room rented out and all but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. She motioned to the messily dropped cutlet between her tits and whispered to him "this is for you, don't use your hands just lean in and take a bite with your whole face resting on my breasts as the sauce smears ever so slightly."

Steve was shocked to his core that his crush had this side to her but he was both incredibly hungry and aroused at the same time, he did as she said and without meaning to smeared the sauce further on her chest and her cocktail dress as she seemed to almost pur, moaning as he ate his meager portion.

Watching Sarah eat two meals this way made Steve's mouth water. "She can really put it away and she's got quite the idea of fun he thought lustfully. " with surprise that something as simple as watching his crush eat could give him such a visceral reaction and wondered what made her suggest he do that albeit he definitely wouldn't mind doing it again and again.

The third dish to arrive was an eggplant lasagna loaded with ragu sauce, provolone cheese, garlic, oregano, and basil. Unlike before, perhaps wanting this dish especially or perhaps wanting to mix things up a tad she scarfed this one down like her life depended on it leaving a delicate layer of sauce on her lips almost like a second set of lipstick. At this point unsurprised by her next choice in action she leaned in and kissed him passionately just long enough for him. To get a taste of the sauce that had adorned her lips a second prior.

The fourth dish was a zuppa Toscana, a soup made from red-pepper flakes, sausage, kale, zucchini, cannellini beans, potatoes, celery, carrots, onion, tomato pulp, extra virgin olive oil, salt, powdered chili, toasted Tuscan bread, and rigatino. She downed it in five minutes flat, the soup "accidentally landing on her chest yet again and demanding the quickest lick as the greasy soup seemed to cling to her chest and her top in equal measure.

" Oops how clumsy of me. "she intoned sarcastically as she rubbed his thigh under the table, the weight of her thick rings adding a texture he'd never previously experienced before.

The fifth dish to arrive was the limited edition lasagna dip complete with toastada chips loaded with sour cream, this lasagna unlike the previous substituted eggplant for beef. She seemed to eat this little snack even faster than the previous leaving barely a morsel or an excuse for Steve to get a chance to touch her sitting there as she slowly teased him throughout the dinner was driving him absolutely up the wall, but he was really starting to get used to this.

The sixth dish to arrive was the chicken alfredo pizza fritta-- a folded pizza stuffed with chicken Alfredo, fried and served with a light delicious marinara sauce, fried mozzarella sticks garnished with parsley, rosemary, and oregano. She denied him again for a time allowing the sauce to slowly build up on her chest as she increased the ever so teasing and admittedly dexterous through-the-pants handjob stopping alternating hands whenever one got tired.

The seventh dish she ordered was the shrimp scampi fritta -- a lemony fried shrimp with gourmet creamy coconut dipping sauce that she let mix with the bits of marinara that had already gotten on her chest previously.

The eighth dish--fried calimari with real Italian breadcrumbs complete with a lemon and cream sauce-- felt more like an appetizer but complimented the other sauces all the same.

He was getting a tad anxious as his need to cum seemed to increase exponentially along with his hunger that she seemed to tease more than actually try to totally sate. She smiled at him as if to say that it would all be worth it as long as he continued to play along like a good potential boyfriend.

Continuing with her seemingly never-ending order the ninth item she got was a house salad with a mixture of iceburg lettuce, onion slices, olives, pepperoncini tomatoes and croutons adorned with parmesan and black pepper the olives and peppers and croutons seemed to sink into her little soup of cleavage and he couldn't help but admire and stare longingly at her chest and the recesses of nutrients guarded there by her now thoroughly coated silver and ruby custom necklace.

Her tenth dish was a chicken alfredo pizza bowl. It had the consistency of a cheese soup inside a chicken pot pie according to the waiter when he'd first explained the specials of the day initially. He looked longingly from the pizza bowl to her chest wondering just how much was going to accumulate there but knowing in his heart of hearts that it'd be as minimal as the delightful goddess across from him could stand to part with very little of her glorious meal.