After a while, Ryan began rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his cock almost out of my mouth before plunging back in again, adding a whole new dimension to the experience. New areas to lick when he was deep, suck hard when he was almost out, so he couldn't leave me completely.
He tasted so good! Right up there with the meal, if extremely contrasting in flavor, it was the essence of manhood, pre-cum, and the aftertaste of strawberries, cream and chocolate.
I sucked and licked with reckless abandon, pushing my man to ever higher levels of excitement, and his thrusting became harder, faster, deeper, as he started to lose control to his own basic instincts. His cock hit the back of my throat lightly at first, but gradually harder and harder until I had to use all my concentration to fight off my gag reflex.
I was swept away in the lust of the moment and almost furious at my body's natural protest. I almost dared myself to gag, not that there was any consequence I could realistically threaten myself with.
"Holy fuck … " Ryan breathed.
He was fucking my face as hard as he could and I was still with him. When he realized this, he pulled my head against this thrusting cock and held it there until the tip popped into my throat, then slowly inched further inside me.
My eyes watered in the pitch black as my mouth was subjected to the seemingly endless cock that Ryan slowly fed into me, in the same way he had done to my pussy when he took my virginity. By the time his balls came to rest on my chin, I was already desperate for air, staying conscious by sheer willpower and excitement at this feat I had somehow accomplished.
Ryan curled his other hand around the back of my head and forced every last fraction of an inch into my throat before he released me and pulled back until I could breathe again. I gasped for air as his cock popped out of my mouth and rested on my face, but it wasn't long until he guided himself past my lips again.
Armed with the knowledge that he could thrust past my lips as hard and deep as he wanted, Ryan utterly dominated me. My eyes watered, rivulets of saliva and pre-cum dribbled out of the corners of my mouth, on to my breasts, then met in my cleavage and made a break for my bellybutton.
He gripped my hair tighter until it was on the border of pain, his cock hardened even further until you could have bent a horseshoe around it, then he groaned low and guttural as he flooded my mouth with his creamy sperm. His flavor took over completely, and I moaned in appreciation as I tried to keep up with him, swallowing as quickly as I could around his thickness.
The best of efforts weren't enough, and I felt some of his seed flow out of my mouth, dripping down my chin and on my breasts, just as his spurts of cum started to slow down. I caught up again and found myself licking him clean as if I hadn't just had one of the best meals of my life.
Eventually, Ryan sat down again and the only sound was the two of us panting in the impenetrable blackness. My skin felt vaguely tingly, like the weakest case of pins and needles ever, and I felt so warm and relaxed that I wanted to curl up next to Ryan and fall asleep in his arms.
Ryan took a deep breath. "Fuck that was hot, Sarina."
"Mmmm," I said, waking up a little.
"I think I need to go to the bathroom to clean up a little."
"Yeah, I think I do too," I said.
"OK, follow me."
He grabbed my hand and we fumbled our way to the corner of the room Andy had indicated and found the door. Once through the light trap we were confronted by a short hallway with one door on each side bearing the words "Ladies" and "Gents."
Ryan turned to look at me, and as I squinted up at him in the light I burst out laughing. He had a smear of honey mustard sauce from his eye to his ear, and the opposite cheek was covered in a mixture of cream and chocolate, as were his lips.
Of course, I wasn't laughing alone, because he did the exact same when he caught a glimpse of me. I paused for a split second, suddenly feeling a flash of self-consciousness that had been unable to find me in the dark room, but couldn't stop myself from cracking up again. I must have been quite the sight.
"I don't know what you're laughing at, sunshine, but-"
"You'll see," I said.
"Glass houses. Stones. Meet you out here again in couple of hours once you've cleaned up."
"Oh boy. OK."
Ryan went through the Gents door and a few seconds later I heard him chuckling again. I did the same on the ladies' side and approached the mirror tentatively.
As soon as I came into view inside the frame of the mirror, I almost doubled over with laughter. I looked like I'd been to the world's worst face-painter, who had done the best he could with limited skills and resources.
Chocolate and cream covered the vast majority of my face, all the way to my hairline and beyond, with brushstrokes that had been applied with a tongue. Tear-streaks had cut their way through the food-coverage, and the area from my lips to my chin was also clear. Cream, chocolate and cum spattered my breasts and dress as if I'd been standing next to a food-fetish porn scene that had exploded.
I grasped the edge of the sink and bent over as I tried to get myself under control again. Every time I almost managed it, I'd peek into the mirror and I was lost again.
I'd thought I was so sexy in there, but I looked like a clown … and that was OK. It had been so good to let go. Hell, it didn't matter what I looked like, it was sexy.
And it was fun too. I never had this much fun in my "real" life. I'd never looked worse and yet been so adored in all my twenty-five years. It was a seductive feeling.
Carefully avoiding eye-contact with my ridiculous doppelganger in the mirror, I scrubbed my face, and removed as much evidence as I could from my chest and dress, giggling like an idiot the whole time. Then I thought about the honey mustard war paint and lost it again.
Why did it feel like Sarina Bell had already lived more in a week than Sarina Beckett had in a quarter of a century?
Ryan
Seeing Sarina come out of that light trap, covered in food and cum, was simultaneously one of the funniest and sexiest things I'd ever seen in my life. The way she squinted in the glare, the way her face lit up when she looked at me and laughed, was almost magic.
We looked like a couple of fucking idiots, but it was our own special moment to be lost in. To my surprise, I enjoyed laughing with her even more than I enjoyed cumming in and on her, and that was saying something.
The extra money I'd paid to have them remove the infrared cameras with which they normally monitored their guests had been well worth it. Sarina had taken a huge load, and worshipped my cock with her tongue afterwards until I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
I was drained, literally and figuratively. So much so that I didn't even mind when Sarina and I parted ways at the main entrance to Cumberland, with nothing more than a kiss and a lingering clasp of our hands, then slowly walking in different directions.
For the next few weeks, every time we were together, I felt this … excitement that I hadn't felt since high school, discovering girls for the first time, when every kiss and touch was monumental. Even when we were simply spooning on the couch watching a movie, and she squirmed to get more comfortable, I had to close my eyes and savor the feeling.
When I went down on her, or she went down on me, those eyes of hers were hypnotic. So intense, I thought bright blue lasers might shoot out of them at any moment and I had no plans to get out of the way.
She swallowed my cum, she stroked my cock until I shot jet after jet of creamy semen all over her body, she held me close afterwards and tasted herself on my fingers, but she never let me go all the way again. In that respect, it was like a high school relationship before your first time too, except I'd never been so completely satisfied with so little sex before.
I could feel the desire growing in me, though. I knew I'd have my cock in that fucking perfect little pussy again, and it would be that much sweeter for the waiting.
Sarina was in my head, no doubt, and that was pretty fucking unexpected. There was something else growing alongside that buildup of lust, something that made her worth more than all the other girls combined. I wasn't going to give it the power of a name, but every moment with her was feeding it.
I should have cut it off with her as soon as I realized that, but I couldn't do it. That unnamed thing was inside of me like a nuclear bomb attached to my heart saying, "Don't fuck with me, cause I'll hurt you real bad."
She had no place in my life, the destiny I was working toward. Her soul was too kind to be partnered with the type of man I was going to be, but being near it made me remember beautiful things. Sometimes I would drift off, listening to the cadence of her voice even more than the words themselves.