I was being punished.

Usually, in my line of work, that meant I was bent over something having my ass beaten with a leather implement, but in this case the punishment was subtler. I had chosen dinner with my boyfriend’s parents over attending my girlfriend’s art show…and now she was going to make me suffer for it. The torturous, delicious kind of suffering.    

The weekend after the art-show incident, Erin had initiated a sploshing scene with a mutual male friend, Derek, when we were all at her house for a play party. Sploshing — a form of erotic food play — was an Erin specialty and one of my favorites, so it quickly became clear that this was a performance intended for me.

She had begun by sitting naked on a cake and then proceeded to smear the frosting across her perfectly smooth skin. She invited Derek to assist her, but held eye contact with me as his strong hands slid up and over her plump breasts, stopping to gently tease her nipples. She tossed her head back and moaned, but I knew it was for show. She hated it when anyone was gen-tle with her nipples. My fingers twitched with the urge to step in and give her what I knew she really wanted, but I sat back and smiled when she looked at me again with fire in her eyes. She was trying to make me jealous, but I was mostly just turned-on. If she wasn’t going to let me participate, I was simply going to enjoy the show.

Derek continued exploring her body, dipping to the generous curves of her ass to retrieve more frosting before sliding up and around her hips. His tongue followed his fingers, licking lightly across her stomach and up to her breast. He turned her around and dragged his tongue down her spine. As he reached the dimples on her lower back that I loved so much, he bent her over, parted her cheeks with his hands, and pressed his face between them. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but from the way Erin was crying out and touching herself, he was definitely licking her ass. And she was loving it. Gone were the carefully rehearsed reactions from earlier. He was driving her wild. 

Now that she had icing smeared across most of her naked body, and was panting with lust, she rose to her knees and handed Derek a bottle of chocolate sauce as he stood in front of her. He poured the dark liquid over her chest and shoulders, allowing it to slowly cascade over the planes of her stomach and hips, until it dripped down between her legs. I knew she would have heated it up before the scene, so she was reveling in the feel of the warm tendrils of chocolate snaking their way across her pussy and thighs.

Erin took the bottle from Derek, but stayed on her knees before him, drizzling chocolate syrup all over his erection. She took her time licking the length of it before working it into her mouth. The guy’s dick was magnificent, and watching it slide between my girlfriend’s lips was hot. The fact that she was looking me in the eye as she did it made it painfully erotic.

Derek was obviously trying to be a gentleman and keep it out of her throat to prevent her from choking, but Erin didn’t suck cock like a lady. She left messy handprints on his ass as she grabbed him and pulled him toward her, drawing him deeper into her throat. He took the hint and began fucking her face. She pulled back for air briefly, coughing as strings of drool ran down her chin to mix with the sugary concoction that already covered her. She immediately went back to sucking his dick, gagging slightly, but continuing to open her throat for his use.

He wasn’t going to last long. It was only a few more thrusts before he moaned and held her head still against his groin. She was struggling for air, but didn’t protest as he came in her throat. She swallowed and then made a show of licking the remaining chocolate off his still impressive dick.

The end of Erin’s sploshing scenes usually involved her holding a cherry against her clit and enticing her partner to consume it and ultimately get her off. Derek didn’t seem bothered that he was the only one who had achieved orgasm as he jumped in the pool to rinse off, but I was surprised that Erin wasn’t speaking up. I was irritated on her behalf, and more than a little disappointed I wasn’t going to get to watch the finale of this marvelous show.

Then she winked at me as she announced she was heading for the shower, and glanced meaningfully at a jar of cherries on the counter. She had saved the best part of dessert for me after all. It seemed I was forgiven for missing her art show. Or I would be….