Steve's Sensual Sundae

Her eleventh dish The Zoodles Primavera, a spiralized zucchini, came tossed in a light basil cream sauce with broccoli, carrots, seasoned tomatoes, roasted red peppers and mushrooms. She devoured this with a great intensity allowing a little more basil cream sauce to mix with her cleavage soup and leaning in enough for Steve to take an absolutely glorious drink of it before telling him not to cum yet as she slowed the pace of her through-the-pants dick rubbing to a maddeningly teasing level.

Her twelfth dish was the pasta fagioli-- a traditional bean and noodle soup that she managed to messily got along her cleavage and the front of her dress in such a way that Steve was sure she didn't mean to do that. She smirked at him hoping that he's enjoying the show.

For her thirteenth dish she ordered a grilled vegetable and cheese piadina sandwich with provolone, Swiss and feta cheese that she to his great surprise and disappointment didn't share with him or get sloshed along her beautiful if somewhat stained Louis Vuitton dress.

Her fourteenth dish that wound up slathering her chest like a tit fucking lubricant that she didn't immediately allow him to partake in was the Asiago Tortalini coated in ragu meat sauce. She

Her fifteenth dish was a salmon piccata-- a salmon that had been sliced sautéed and served with olive oil butter and lemon absolutely dripping with the aforementioned sauce-- somewhat predictably it wound up on her chest but this time she took Steve's hand and used it as a napkin, like a "proper" lady.

Her sixteenth dish was a braised beef bolognese with papardelle-- Slow-simmered meat sauce with tender braised beef and Italian sausage, tossed with ruffled pappardelle pasta and a touch of alfredo. This one went all down her front, it genuinely seemed like a total total accident. Steve looked at her worried she'd be upset but instead she looked almost erotically pleased. She leaned forward exposing even more of her cleavage to him but didn't let him touch her this time. He felt a list stir within him deep and powerful without any hope of relief apart from what she'd grant him.

Her seventeenth dish was a classic shrimp scampi sautéed to utter perfection and breaded with a side of lemon butter sauce that proceeded to coat her face, voluptuous chest, got into her hair and went down her back leaving Steve with a state of blue balls as there was nothing for him to eat this dish and she had to use both hands as her that were as of now clean are now coated in lemon and butter which Steve pondered would make an excellent lubricant.

Her eighteenth dish was a creamy mushroom ravioli-- a rich cream sauce that reminded both of them of the previous day and Steve's erotic ice cream adventures along with reminding Steve that he hadn't cum yet and prompting Sarah to spill as much cream sauce as possibly on herself absolutely coating her outfit and making her look like the ending of a particularly happy bukkake video. Steve moaned unsure of how much more he could take between the delicious aroma of all of Sarah's food and the intense teasing and denial as she slathered herself with sauces.

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Her nineteenth dish was a stuffed chicken marsala with creamy butter sauce-- "God damn it he thought I'm going to die of creamy buttery arousal. She seemed to sense this and capitalize on it immediately taking her time. Squeezing every drop of arousal as she finished each noodle and lathered her chest in yet another buttery sauce.

Her twentieth dish wasa langostino lobster artichoke and seafood cheese ranch dip more of an appetizer but she couldn't resist. she scarfed it down entirely but took pity on Steve and made sure to catch a little bit of breaded artichoke between her tits along with bits of lobster and ranch. Steve dug in desperately trying not to cum as he devoured the morsels she allowed him to have.

Her twenty-first dish was a set of cheddar bay biscuits salty garlicky fluffy and not at all stolen from a competitor and baked into a kind of custom pork pie she made him watch as she ever so slowly ate every single. Morsel of the pork pie as she whipped off a right lady peep and started to rub him through his pants with her Wofford stockinged foot.

Her twenty-second dish was a dragon broccoli bouquet -- deep-fried broccoli with a sweet and spicy sauce she only let the sauce coat her chest and her dress and just made Steve watch as she seemed to grow more content by the moment.

Her twenty-third dish was a signature jumbo shrimp cocktail composed of six shrimp and some cocktail sauce that she practically smeared all over the free spots on her dress not coated with stains.

Her twenty fourth dish was seafood stuffed mushrooms loaded with crab and clams and a rich cheddar cheese--seeing it made Steve's mouth absolutely water as his hunger and his arousal seemed to continually fight with each other unlike the other meals she'd eaten she chose to just slowly quietly jerk him off but not allow him any of her food hoping he'd be especially hungry for a certain dessert back at her place afterwards.

Her twenty-fifth dish was a parrot isle jumbo coconut shrimp with a sweet and tangy Pina colada sauce. It looked absolutely heavenly as it joined the growing mural of stains on her now ruined Louis Vuitton his stomach felt that one like a blow to the heart but as she slipped her greasy ring coated hand inside his pants he couldn't help but feel like he'd won even if she slowly starved him to death.

Her twenty-sixth dish was an entire lobster and langostino pizza-- she wasn't even going to bother to share even a morsel of it as she inhaled every bite. She needed those calories after all.

Her twenty seventh dish was a salmon New Orleans grilled with vinaigrette and a broccoli on the side coated in Swiss cheese-- as much as he longed for more food and as hungry as he was barely having had anything to eat he didn't want her to stop stroking him so he figured he'd wait and eventually something more substantial would be presented to him.

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Her twenty-eighth dish was a bar harbor

lobster bake-- Petite Maine lobster tails, split and roasted, with shrimp, bay scallops, mussels and fresh tomatoes. Served over linguini in a garlic and white wine broth. She proceeded to coat herself in the white wine sauce and just looked at him smugly as she used her right foot to continually edge him while she ate peacefully if somewhat uproariously.

Her twenty-nineth was the ultimate feast--fried shrimp, crab and lobster breaded to perfection each mouthful she took he yearned for as he shuddered because of her increasing the pace with which she rubbed her stockings against his cock.

For her thirtieth dish she just had to have the lobster Alfredo she devoured the angel-hair pasta and lobster seemingly in a single breath as she proceeded to "accidentally" coat her foot in the sauce via a well-timed slip this acted as a fragrant lube and added to his growing ache deep within his balls he knew at this moment that no matter what happened he'd be thinking about her forever and desperately hoped to be with her the rest of his life..

For her thirty-first dish she was desperate for the admiral's feast-- clams scallops and white fish breaded to perfection and served with a tartar dipping sauce... He was just as desperate for her.

For her thirty-second dish she was absolutely dying for a steak and lobster combo just as he was dying for her to let him cum and for their relationship to deepen.

For her thirty-third dish she couldn't resist the snow crab and he couldn't resist the way she touched him coated in sauces and stained to perfection, he didn't know what this was called but he was certainly going to find out..

Before starting dessert she just couldn't refuse the mixed grill--skewered shrimp, lobster, salmon and a bed of rice with cheesy garlic brucjeta, her final dish before starting her equally glorious dessert practically coated in butter and marinara and grease that at the last second she poured all over her now totaled outfit and all of her jewelry like a sacrifice to some perverse date god. He thought it was strange but Steve couldn't care less how she chose to eat it turned him on to the point that he couldn't think straight. He couldn't even speak as she kept him riding the edge.

Her first dessert was a black tie mousse cake-- Rich layers of chocolate cake, dark chocolate cheesecake and creamy custard mousse. She couldn't help but to splatter the custard all over herself. Coating her arms and the mural of stains on her dress in the yellowy goodness, even going so far as to rubbing some on her thighs. Steve looked on shocked but aroused he was on the razors edge of exploding in his pants from Sarah's wacky antics and just as he was about to cum all over himself and potentially miss out on the sexual experience of a lifetime Sarah's second dessert, a lemon creme cake-- arrived prolonging the edging as she put her foot down to focus on the delicious whipped cream covered cake in front of her, most of which found its home between her beautifully tan breasts.

For her third dessert she had to have zeppole(Italian donuts) with Blueberry, Caramel and Nutella dipping sauce surprising me a great deal she opened her legs and took down her stockings and rubbed her Nutella and Caramel all along her thighs making Steve lick up every last drop of sauce as she casually drank down the Blueberry sauce while munching in her zeppole and actually offering Steve a bite which he gladly accepted.

For her fourth dessert she had the Tiramisu she gave half to Steve and looked him dead in the face and said "you can eat it or you can run it on my panties and I'll make sure you go home totally satisfied." without further prompting he mashed the Tiramisu against her pink Victoria secret panties. She moaned lewdly at him loving that the first boy she did this with was so willing.

For her fifth dessert she needed the vanilla bean cheesecake coated with strawberries.

warm apple crostada with vanilla ice cream she didn't bother to eat this one instead opting to have Steve smear it on her dress for her all over her breasts and down the front of her. He couldn't believe at this point he was turning down the chance to eat but at the same time she was worth it he kept telling himself the orgasms she'd give him and the closeness that they'd share were worth more than any one meal.

For her sixth dessert a chocolate wave cake with vanilla and caramel on the side she ate this one in front of Steve letting little bit of chocolate fall deep between her breasts much further than before. She made Steve wait assuring him it'd be worth it. Worth the edging worth the feeling of hunger, worth every single moment as long as he could wait just a little longer.

For her seventh dessert a brownie overboard a brownie covered in hot fudge with nuts and fresh vanilla ice cream and chocolate sprinkles -- she didn't even think twice she ate half in one go and handed the other half to Steve to shove down her panties coating her perfectly voluptuous ass in the tight pink Victoria secret thong.

For her eighth and final dessert a chocolate brownie lasagna-- layers and layers of different kinds of chocolate covered in fudge and separated by layers of custardy cream she bent over and hiked her dress up demanding that he spank her with the brownie lasagna, he wasn't sure when he'd eat there again but he knew he couldn't say no to the chance to feel even more of that firm equestrian ass, an ass he'd admired for years from far away now he'll do anything to keep it. Steve knew he could always eat later and why not see where the night takes them?

From there thoroughly aroused Sarah decided it was time to pay the bill and thoughtlessly hands off her unlimited Amex before walking hand in hand back to the car with Steve to go back to hers. She can't help but be amused by the way she looks in the rear view mirror and fancies that from behind she probably looks even worse, knows it in fact.

Steve tries to stammer out that he's always really liked her and now he likes her even more, but before he can get the words out she kisses him and starts edging him with her ring encrusted hands as they pull into her spacious driveway. They lock lips for another ten minutes and she invites him in for a proper meal while she showers.

He looks around Sarah's huge kitchen and can't help but notice that there's no one else home--no maids, no workers, not her parents no one. So as he's enjoying a potato burrito with his name on it he sees Sarah's week supply of salad and decides to finally have the release he's been dying for. Burrito in his left hand and dick in the other he can't help but eat and jerk off over her massive salad Tupperware. "Ha Caesar salad dressing with a little something extra special." he thinks to go self in minor triumph as he manages to shoot load after load onto her lettuce ironically enough to fill a salad dressing cup. Unbeknownst to Steve Sarah was watching from the bathroom via a tablet while she had the shower on. She couldn't help but smile imagining her lunch for the following week coated in her new (hopefully) boyfriend's cum.

Sarah suddenly appears a few moments later after Steve had re-zipped his pants. "I had a lot of fun tonight, we should do this again some time soon.

Steve blushed, he wasn't sure if he had just been punked, but he had the most fun he had ever had in his entire life. He paused for a moment and simply asked" Do you want to come over and watch the Los Angeles Ram's game? "

Sarah was a tad shocked that he picked up that was her favorite team. She nodded eagerly and they went their separate ways. At school on Monday they ran into each other in math as always and blushed to one another exchanging smiles and mutually thinking of their upcoming date at Steve's the next weekend.

"It's got to be perfect. " he thought. He knew he couldn't quite match Sarah in the wealth department but being thoughtful counts for a lot.

He hadn't so much been stalking her as he just happened to notice that she liked certain things, food from very cheap fake-Mexican restaurants for example that she didn't get to have because her family thought it was low class.

So he opted to go to not chili's and notaco and pick her up a veritable feast of junk food that would surely be off limits to her at home.

His first stop was notaco for a dozen burritos, chicken, black bean, burritos smothered in sauce and cheddar cheese, burritos loaded with potatoes.

He'd done a little bit of research on that thing she likes, what was it called again ah yes, sploshing. It was remarkably different from the way he wanted to have sex with food that had a vague vagina warmth which was why it was maybe a tad arousing for him whenever he saw Sarah at school eating her specially prepared Caesar that he took the time to "add to." whenever he'd see her during lunch she went out of her way to absolutely shove that dressing in her mouth. She seemed to smile at him so hard as a result. It's like she knew and wanted him to have that mental image of her in his mind every day leading up to their date. She began dressing more conservatively, covering her breasts totally and wearing the rams blue and gold in all of her outfits as she dresses more and more cleanly. The only thing she really showed was her shoulders which he thought was sweet. The days of the week passed quicker and quicker before it was finally Friday night and he knew that Sarah would be there early Saturday morning, so he nervously placed his order. Luckily nochill delivers. He thought excitedly. He decided not to cum that night. He was sure that there'd be plenty of time for that when he introduced Sarah to his fetish just as she had done to him.

The first thing he'd gotten for her was the nochill classic nachos, each chip individually loaded with jalapeño cheddar nacho cheese, guacamole, tomatoes, lettuce, sour cream and shredded chicken. He'd hoped it'd make her feel comfortable given her sploshing fetish.

Besides that he got some white spinach queso dip with guacamole and cheese and an absolute load of salsa.

He included some skillet chili queso because he wasn't sure if she'd be into watching him fuck a load of different things but he figured he'd include some options as she's the more self-assured between the two of them and knew she'd speak up if there was an actual problem. He started to blush as the thought took him back to their first date and the interactive meal they'd had together at her behest. It's the ram's versus the jaguars and he was thankfully also a ram's fan.

He'd included a tex mex burrito a kind of sweet and spicy pulled pork that if she'd had any kind of a sadistic streak she'd almost definitely making him fuck but he genuinely enjoyed the flavor. As his internal dialogue came to a head and his arousal at the thought of his fetish and his-- new girlfriend, he'd hoped that she'd be his girlfriend given what they shared-- threatened to take over his mind he heard a quiet knock at the door and then a few seconds later the chirp of his Android with a text from Sarah that showed a picture of the outside of his door. He briefly walked from his den to the front door to unlock it, thankful he'd set out the snacks for game day earlier amid his mental ramblings and mild worries. Sarah was as radiant as always in a navy blue top and matching high waisted pants both with gold pinstripes.

They shared a look as she'd gotten there maybe five minutes before the game was due to start. He wore his dress pants and dress shirt trying and slightly failing to look casual but matching her sort of casual formality.

He wondered if she knew about the sundae yet again.

She wondered if he was finally going to own up to his fetish with her. Not that he was hiding it--not that he even could, but she was in all honesty kind of eager to see it in person together and not hidden in front of a computer screen.

"So..." he said trailing off awkwardly, he'd wanted to ask her to the prom, there was no way he was going to go with anyone but her, the problem was that he was so attracted to her he just couldn't get the words out, all of her fancy rings had been cleaned and polished and made another appearance along with his bangles and silver patron of wealth necklace with the rubies and diamonds on it.

She couldn't help but smile. Her plan was perfect she knew he wanted to ask her and that he liked to gamble a little bit, not money really but more situations, little dares or bragging points, that sort of thing. Sarah decided she'd wait until half time and make a bet. Her bet would be who won the next punt if his guess won she'd go to prom with him and if her guess won than he had to do what she said.

"So..." she said copying him with a little more assertion. "How do you feel about ice cream sundaes?"

Steve blushed going bright red. Trying to squeak out a simple "t-t-theyre nice." He felt awkward just hearing the sound of his own voice saying it.

She continued with a lot more confidence as the rams dominated the Jacksonville Jaguars "Just nice, not like really nice... Or swell... Or even hot."

"Well I mean of course a hot fudge sundae is hot... It's got hot fudge." he quipped back wonder where she was going with this.

She continued with even more confidence "But don't you think sundaes are really really hot like sexy even?"

He was embarrassed and amused but saw that he couldn't exactly hide it anymore so he went with the humorous route rather than accusing her. "Yea they're so fucking sexy I just couldn't help myself I just had to have one." she smirked cracking up a bit that he obliquely admitted it and said "You know you could do that with me." she looked at him again. He looked back at her "What do you mean?" he wasn't dumb but he wanted her to really say it to his face, to spell it out for him so that there was no misunderstanding.