The Food Slut And The Semifreddo

Long before a time when you could open your phone and instantly find a match on Tinder, we used to use actual dating sites which were far more desperate and cringe than they are now. You would find all sorts of people on these sites, some strange some genuinely nice, and some men posing as beautiful women, it took a lot to actually find nice, normal people but they did exist and I did find myself quite popular at certain times.

Now, one ‘match’ I had was with an unforgettable woman who is the whole reason for this story.

She wasn’t my usual type, she was plus-sized, with huge breasts and blonde hair but she was so friendly and we really hit it off and after a few bad dates I figured I would just give it a try, what more could go wrong?

We met in the train station and we hugged straightaway she smelt of expensive perfume. Her smile was infectious and I found my cheeks hurting from smiling and laughing so much. I was so glad I had made a reservation at my favorite place because I wanted to share it with her, she was so enthusiastic and so passionate about food, as was I.

We sat down and I marveled at how pretty she was, a real stunner and despite not being my usual type she really broadened my mind and I was feeling really aroused by this beautiful woman. We ordered the chef’s recommendations and with each dish, each mouthful got better and better. Suzanne moaned delightfully as the food hit her tongue, she oohed and ahhed as each dish was presented to us and she was genuinely in food heaven as the semifreddo dessert slid down her neck. Her eyes closed, her lips pursed, I watched as she swallowed her mouthful and let her tongue dance among the flavors of this rich dish. She was mesmerizing.

After we were finished she admitted to me candidly that she was a food slut and as we drank more she admitted that she got turned on by food and that the Semifreddo dessert had really done the trick. I looked at her confused, we had been flirting heavily before she said this, and at first, I didn’t understand what she was saying and then it all clicked.

We hurried out of the restaurant and back to my place and as soon as we got inside we began undressing, lost in a whirlwind of good food and good company. I lay her on my bed, in just her underwear I kissed her body and began taking off her bra and panties, her breasts were huge and full, so feminine and tempting, I couldn’t help but moan as I devoured them with my tongue, my fingers probing inside of her already wet slit.

In a spur of the moment I ran to the kitchen, I grabbed some chocolate sauce I had and asked her if she wanted to do something a little different. She looked excited and began pouring it over her nipples and making me suck it off. I did the same, pouring the chocolate onto my cock and losing my mind as she sucked me off, my cock disappearing with the chocolate down her throat.

It was incredible.

I licked chocolate from every inch of her body and she did the same to me, who knew it was so arousing to lick another human clean of such a sweet sauce?

As I lay her back down, I spread her legs and began fucking her, she was tight and soaked, her pussy encompassed around my shaft as I thrust into her, before turning her onto all fours and fucking her from behind, spanking her fat ass as I enjoyed pushing hard against her womb.

She moaned loudly, turning me on more, I could hardly contain myself and when she moaned my name I lost it, pulling out of her and spilling all over her back.

She thanked me and gasped, moaning gratefully as I came. My cock twitched with satisfaction knowing this was only round 1, I wanted to make my food slut cum yet and boy was she in for a treat.

I'm Tamsin (also known as Tammy), I'm the writer of all of these erotic stories. I write what turns me on and it used to be just for my personal use, but I decided to release it publically. I hope you enjoy and if you do remember to leave a comment and if you want more become a private member. If you want to know more about me, this is my personal page.

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