7. Chapter 7 #4
Pierre looks at Dulcie, and they seem to have a conversation with their eyes before switching places. Dulcie sits in front of me, pulling down her latex bra to reveal her full donut hole tits and an actual strawberry Hershey’s Kiss for a nipple.
“Taste me, mon chéri. My glazed nipples act as an aphrodisiac."
I don’t question her, already licking my lips and wanting to know what she tastes like. At the same time my mouth fuses around her tight nipple, Pierre slowly begins pulling the anal beads from my ass, causing my eyes to roll as the most sensual moan leaves my lips.
“Suck,” Master orders, slapping my cheek hard enough to leave a mark.
Yet, the sting of it barely registers when a sweet strawberry cream candy coats my tongue as I swirl it around the peaked bud.
Coming from her, it is unlike anything I have ever tasted, my whole body lighting up with a new kind of pleasure as Pierre pushes one finger into my ass and slowly strokes my prostate.
The hands that are holding me up begin to shake, my body convulsing in sensation overload as everything begins to feel weightless and free. It’s as if my body is floating in the room, nothing supporting me as I drift into oblivion.
A tongue finds my hole, licking and sucking while that one finger starts tapping on my sweet spot inside, playing me like an instrument.
Rolling my tongue around in my mouth to spread the creamy strawberry Hershey’s Kiss, my eyes flutter at the delicious sweetness. Dulcie strokes my hair with admiration, humming her pleasure as I continue to suck on her nipple.
Without any warning, my orgasm overtakes me, flooding my body with endorphins, and I….squirt? I didn’t know men could squirt, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s so intense I accidently bite down on Dulcie’s nipple and it comes clean off!
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I begin to panic, but she shushes me, bringing me back to the present.
“It’s okay, mon amour, I am made for your pleasure. Chew it and swallow. It is good for you, I promise.”
Her French accent lulls me back into a state of ecstasy, where the feeling of being wholly overwhelmed has my muscles giving out completely as I follow her command and chew her strawberry Hershey’s Kiss nipple before swallowing.
When I try to take a breath, a floodgate in my mind seems to snap and tears fall from my eyes. It’s sudden and a little overwhelming, but Dulcie and Pierre are right there, holding me close like this is perfectly normal.
The whole experience is liberating and a bit scary. But when I open my eyes, they are smiling proudly at me, and all that fear dissipates.
“Mon petit lion, you squirted for us! Not many men can do such a thing!” Dulcie informs me with enthusiasm.
“I’m sorry,” I say, wiping at my face.
“Oh, no no no, mon lion,” Pierre says, “you have done so well for us. You are magnifique.”
Shaking my head, I try to put space between us, but neither of them allow it.
“Your tears are normal,” Dulcie says, placing a kiss on my head. “Your body just gave us everything we asked for. Be proud of yourself. It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen, chéri.”
Confusion has me shaking my head, but with them keeping me pressed tight to their soft curves, I start to understand. They created a safe space for my emotions, and I used that. There’s no need for embarrassment. I need to return the favor.
With a determined spirit, I sit up and face them. “Thank you for giving me this experience. I would very much like to return the favor now.”
“You should rest,” Pierre says, pushing back some of my hair endearingly.
I get onto my knees and crawl in front of him.
“I don’t think it’s fair.”
“You do not think what is fair?” His eyebrow lifts in confusion as he tilts his head.
“I don’t think it’s fair that you both got to taste me, but I still haven’t tasted you, Master.”
His eyes visibly dilate at my words, the chocolate brown almost turning black with lust as his nostrils flare.
“In that case, stay on your knees while I gather a few things.”
A satisfied grin pulls at my lips, Dulcie noticing it as he steps away.
“Do you like to play, Leo?” she asks with a smirk.
“I am learning that I like anything the two of you do to me.”
“Good, because Master is about to play one of my favorite games with you.”
“What is that?” I ask, my nerves raising just a hair.
“It is a little game we like to call, T’es Un Bon Chien.”
He’s a good dog?
Just as the translation floats through my mind, Pierre appears with a chocolate coated collar and a chain link leash that looks to be made out of gummy rope.
“Would you be comfortable putting this on for us?” Pierre asks.
Bowing my head, I try not to let my excitement show too much because this is probably the number one kink I have wanted to explore.
“Yes, Master.”
“So obedient, très bien.”
The collar feels cool around my throat as he buckles it, the snug fit making me already feel owned in the best way.
“Do you think you can take all of me?” Pierre asks, standing in front of me while stroking his thick length. My mouth is salivating, but when I move to have a taste, Dulcie pulls me back by the collar.
“Ah ah ah, he asked you a question, petit lion.”
“Yes, Master,” I say with a plea in my voice I’ve never heard before. All I know is my body is buzzing with the need to taste him. I need his custardy cum dripping down my throat. “Please, Master. Please let me taste your hard cock.”
Precum beads at the tip, the drop looking creamy and oh so tasty. I lick my lips in anticipation. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve seen other than a donutwat. The human shaped cock is so girthy that I don’t know if I’ll be able to wrap my mouth around it, but I’m damn sure going to try.
Pierre swipes over it with his finger, holding it up and offering the glistening pearl to her first.
“Tell him what it tastes like,” Pierre says. I watch Dulcie’s puffy lips close around the digit, a hum of satisfaction leaving her as she savors the tiny droplet.
“Mmm, tellement savoureux, you taste like a dream.”
My mouth is watering. “Please,” I beg. “Please, Master, let me put your éclock in my mouth.”
Pierre grins down at me, angling his cock towards my mouth. “You may have your treat.”
The slight tension on my leash relaxes, giving me room to sit forward and lick up the length of this yummy éclair. I have no idea why my body is responding to him so strongly, but if Dulcie’s nipple had anything to do with it, I’m thankful.
When Master’s delectable flavor coats the inside of my mouth, I relish in the creamy sweetness. It’s different from Dulcie. She was like a candy explosion, but Master has a breaded texture mixed with rich, decadent chocolate icing that tastes almost whipped, and it has me groaning with delight.
My mouth is stretched to the max, trying my hardest to take all of him. Just then, Dulcie moves to his side, pulling the leash tight so that I’m forced to take Pierre all the way to the back of my throat. I gag on him, his impressive length that stuffs my entire mouth.
“Such a beautiful sound, you gagging on my cock. Show your master how badly you want to please him.”
I slide back on his length just to swallow him down again, my head bobbing up and down in a vicious rhythm only spurred on by the sounds he makes.
Dulcie yanks my collar again, pulling me off of Pierre and towards her. “We cannot let him have all the fun, petit lion.”
Dulcie kneels in front of me. “Get on all fours. Master is going to fuck your sweet ass while you eat me like I’m the last sustenance on Earth and you are a starving lion, compris?
“Yes, Mistress.”
When she spreads her legs, pulling my leash and dragging me closer to her center, I don’t hesitate. She gave me my orders, now it is time to blow her mind again by making her blow her load all over my face.
Knowing I can do this to her, ruin her in the best way, brings a thrill to sex I have never felt before.
My tongue darts out, circling around her clit before it suctions over the sprinkle nub, and I begin to pulse my sucking. Her hands find my hair, pulling and tilting until the angle is right where she wants it.
I can feel her dripping donutwat lips quivering as I bring my finger to her entrance to tease in circles while my mouth and tongue stay focused on the sensitive sprinkle.
“Right there, mon amour.”
Just when I push two fingers inside her, the tip of Pierre’s cock presses to my ass. Pushing back, I tell him I want this without using words.
“Do you need me to fill you with my crème?” he asks.
“Mmmm,” I moan, sitting back just enough to answer. “Please put your éclock inside of me. I need your creamy cum, Master.”
The growl of pleasure and satisfaction that he releases as he presses his thick tip inside me is enough to have me coming undone, but Dulcie pulls my attention back to her.
“Do not come. I have a plan for you, petit lion gourmand.”
And I am very much a greedy little lion for them.
My arms shake, stomach tightening as I try to stave off my release. Pierre freezes, knowing I need time to adjust. It takes me a minute, but once I begin to relax again, he slides his thick length all the way inside of me.
There is a tingling sensation followed by something warm that has my brows pinching.
“His crème can make you feel good. It is a stimulant to heighten the experience,” Dulcie whispers.
I groan in pure fucking bliss when he pulls all the way out and slams back in. When Pierre begins a brutal pace, Dulcie pulls my collar with her finger, showing me exactly where she needs my mouth.
Sugary, fizzy delight coats my tongue while pleasure lights up my entire body from the inside out. There is no way I will ever be able to replicate this kind of sexual ecstasy again, it is simply the most transcendent experience I have ever had.
Pierre takes my ass as if I were his to own, a fucktoy made just for him.
At the same time, I double my efforts on Dulcie’s delectable cakey cunt, ravaging her and ruining her just like they’ve ruined me.
The sharp heels of her boots dig into my shoulders, no doubt breaking skin.
But I refuse to stop, needing her release more than my own.
When Dulcie comes on my tongue, she begins to mumble French words I cannot hear but know they are all filled with pleasure. Her glazed body is dripping pink frosting when she throws an arm over her face and begins to chuckle.
“Fantastique, tout simplement parfait.” Her praise telling me it was fantastic and simply perfect has pride swelling in my chest.
With one final lick of her addictive juices, she pulls back, kneeling in front of me, tilting my head up to hers.
“Are you hungry?”
I nod my head as my body is thrust into her from the force of Master’s éclock fucking me.
Dulcie reaches up, picking an éclair out of the donut box.
“Open.”
I drop my mouth open and she puts her lips on one end of the éclair. Suddenly, the filling inside of it shoots into my mouth.
“I want you to fill this with your cream for us to have as a treat,” she explains as I swallow down the vanilla flavored custard.
Pierre pulls my back to his chest, hand around my throat.
“Stroke him with it,” he orders Dulcie. “Let him see what it would be like if he were fucking me while I fill his tight ass.”
She grins at him, eager to obey, even if I feel like she is truly the one in charge in this room. Just before she puts the elongated pastry on my cock, she spits on it, pink icing coating the tip of my dick before it disappears into the éclair.
“Fuckkkk,” I moan, the feeling ten times better than I ever thought it would be.
Not that I fuck food often, but damn, this might have to be more of a thing because it’s incredible.
The leftover filling acts as a lube along with the icing Dulcie added and it is like a gooey fleshlight that makes suctioning and squelching noises as she uses it to fuck my aching cock.
I have already come so many times I don’t know how it’s possible that my body can give them more. But when Pierre angles himself to hit my prostate with every thrust, I begin to tremble and squirm like a wet cat.
“I think he is close,” Dulcie says.
I have no words to add, my mind turning to absolute mush.
“You should feel how he squeezes me, mon amour.”
“Come for us,” Dulcie demands, “viens pour nous.”
Her free hand finds my balls and when she squeezes, my world fucking detonates.
My eyes pinch shut as my release punches through me, my whole body convulsing as Dulcie catches every rope of cum that attempts to shoot straight through the éclair. When I finally gaze down at her, she is holding up the doughy scrumptiousness now filled with my release.
“This looks like a tasty treat.”
She places it down in the box again and stands, her whip somehow appearing in her hand again.
“You need to fill his ass like you promised,” she tells Pierre. “Do you need a little pain to go with your pleasure too?”
“You know I do, mon petite punisseuse.”
His little punisher, I love his endearment towards her.
Slowing his pace, he pushes me back to all fours. When the crack of the whip rings out around us, Master thrusts into me so hard I see fucking stars. But his cum filling me a moment later is actual fucking nirvana.
The three of us fall into a heap together on the table, my body a sticky mess, but I could care less about that. This is the most relaxed I have ever been.
“Do you need more?” Dulcie asks, stroking my cock with her hand, but I can’t even open my eyes, sleep pulling at me as blackness coats my vision, and my mind fades into oblivion.