The Banana Split

Later that week I decided to visit Dylan whilst he was home alone. I endured another painful guitar lesson in which I paid little attention as we both knew that wasn't what I was there for.
We eventually moved to his bedroom where we began to kiss on his king single bed. Given that he had forcefully pushed me into oral sex the previous time we were together, blowjobs were no longer an issue. Once you've done it the first time no point waiting around for the second time right? My whole life I had built myself up to be an aboslute cocktease in my mind, I was always going to be a woman in control that leaves men gasping for more as their attraction became insatiable. I felt it was time to show this to Dylan.
My belt jingled as I began to remove it from my pants. Its metal plates clicking and clanking against each other which in itself sounded like the essence of kinky forplay. Dylan, being just a boy thought I was simply removing my belt so he could get access to pants - wrong. Gently I pushed both his arms above his head, crossing his hands over each other. The light in his eyes told me his girlfriend never dared try anything like this. I began to wrap my metal belt around his wrists and entwined them around the wrort iron post in his bed. It was no easy task as the belt had no elastic, so I just tightened it as well as I could and told him to try not to move. I touched his forehead lightly and ran my fingers down his face to close his eyes. I kissed him and began to explore his body. I asked him if he had any whipped cream in the house. "Ohh I don't like whipped cream" he stated.

Moodkiller.


I asked if he had any chocolate syrup and he told me where it was. I went to the pantry and examined the sauce. Nothing says love like Cotties chocolate topping. I crept back into the room and told him to keep his eyes closed. I slowly tipped the bottle and watched the topping ooze out. It was so thick it was almost moving in slow motion. I rubbed some of it over his chest, screwed the cap back on and placed it on the floor next to the bed. I began to lick at the chocolate coated Dylan. He gasped heavily whilst I lightly sucked at his skin as a bittersweet taste of chocolate and sweat filled my mouth.
I picked up the bottle of chocolate topping once more. Again I requested he kept his eyes closed. I tugged at his pants and pulled them half way down around his thighs. For a moment I was fixated on the ugly thing that had previously been thrust into my mouth. There was something about it that looked specifically unusual, but I decided that then was not the right time to ask about it.
I dribbled the topping over the tip of his cock, watching it run down his shaft. It could have been a Cadbury commercial. Since my horrendous excuse for a handjob with Edan I had been doing a lot of research about physically pleasing a man which I was now about to put to good use for the second time. I shut my eyes tightly and snaked my tongue around his cock. The chocolate topping was secretly mostly for my benifit so I could cover up that cock taste I was not particularly fond of. As I teased his cock with my tongue, he wriggled and squrimed so much that I heard a small metal snap. We paused and looked up at my belt that had now broken into two pieces. I was annoyed, but not really suprised. It also wasn't to be the last time a man had broken a piece of restraining equipment of mine as I perform my tricky blowjob techniques.
I licked, sucked, nibbled and sucked some more until he begged me to stop. Whilst I gave him a quick rest, I returned to his kitchen and raided the freezer. I trotted back into the room with a single ice cube in my mouth. I held it in my lips as I crawled back over him and dragged the ice across his chest. This again had two benefits - the sensation of cold, and it was also cleaning up any left over stickiness from the chocolate sauce, a nifty tip I've used for many years now. I rolled the ice cube around in my mouth so it would melt and I gave one hard long suck to his cock. I sat up and looked at him with a grin on my face.
"Where did you learn to do all that?" He asked happily. I just smiled and tapped my nose.

Whilst I didn't feel as bad this time around, yet again when I got home I scrubbed my hands to rid myself of the cock smell and possibly to wash myself of what I had just done to somebody else's boyfriend.


-Endrin-