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Oral sex is something I’m really fond of.
My favorite part about it is giving it to him. I like the salty flavor of the man’s cock on my tongue, and I enjoy sucking it up like ice cream till he grabs my head and starts shouting my name. I like the sense of loss of control that brings about, the vulnerability that comes with a guy putting his precious cock so near to my sharp teeth, and the aroma of passion that comes with burying your face in a man’s crotch.

 

 

I even like swallowing, to be honest.
However, when it comes to the other way around, I’m a bit more hesitant.
Having a man’s head between my legs, his soft lips on my erect clit, his tongue lapping at my center, the thought of it makes me giddy with excitement.
However, in practice, things do not function that way.
I’m concerned.

 

 

 

I’m concerned about the size of my thighs, the fragrance of my cunt, and the taste of my arousal, among other things.
I’m not sure whether he’s having a good time or if he’s just laying there with a mental stop watch, thinking, “I’ve got enough time, I can fuck her now.”
And before he realizes it, instead of moving his head closer to me, I’m pushing him farther away.

I’ve found that most men are OK with it since I can easily convince them to accept me via sex, and I suppose they believe that it is the result rather than the trip that is important.
And, although I did sometimes meet a person who was desperate to persuade me to alter my viewpoint, none of them came close to succeeding.
Then I met Josh, who changed everything.

 

 

 

 

“I’d like to make you a Cherry Baby,” he says, rummaging in the cupboard before bringing out a range of bottles for me to choose from.
When I glance at the time on the clock, I grin. “Doesn’t it seem a bit early in the day to be having cocktails?”
As he passes by me and lays the bottles on the work area, he nips at the back of my ear. “It’s never too early for a martini,” says the author.
I giggle because it’s not often that we get to spend time together on a day off, and even though I know we should be doing cleaning, washing, mowing the yard, or any of the hundreds of other chores, I’m taken in by the lighthearted mood he’s in.

 

 

 

 

 

While putting several beverages into a cocktail shaker, he informs me, “apart from that.” “A Cherry Baby is considerably more than a simple drink,” says the author.
I’m perplexed at this point, but I keep my mouth shut as he mixes the combination and pours it into a tall glass filled with ice cubes before delivering it to me with a flourish.
“Can you tell me what you mean?” I inquire, but he says nothing, as if he is waiting for me to take a bite.
I take a timid taste of it.
That’s got a lot of kick to it!” I take a deep breath and set the drink down, knowing that if I drink it too quickly, it will go straight to my head. I like the cherry flavor, but it’s too powerful for me, so I put it down.

 

 

 

“No,” he says, scooping it up and putting it back where it belongs.

in the palm of my hand “You have to swallow it all down in order to see what happens next.”
Even though his words are simple, his eyes are filled with a burning desire, and I am anxious to find out what happens next.
I take a sip of my drink and empty the glass.
When I bend closer to brush my lips against his, he licks the inside of my mouth.
“Doesn’t it taste delicious, doesn’t it? I enquire.

 

 

“You have a nice flavor,” he says, returning his attention to his makeshift bar.
He whips up another drink in no time, and he quickly refills my glass with it.
“I don’t believe I need any more,” I tell him, my body already feeling the effects of the booze.
“You could do that later,” he says, taking my hand in his to bring me back into the dining room, where he lays it on a window ledge nearby.

 

 

In one forceful kiss, his tongue is in my mouth and both hands are wrapped tightly around my waist, pushing me close enough that I can feel his cleavage firm up in opposition to me.
So far, this drink is proving to be rather enjoyable.
In the midst of his kissing me, he drags me backwards such that the edge of the dining table is pressing up on my arse. Then he rapidly pulls me onto the table and sits me down.
Being lifted so easily is such a macho gesture that I’m both astonished and turned on by it.
And a little taken aback. Despite the fact that he’s not boring in bed, he’s never been motivated to get out of bed and do anything.

 

 

 

And now it seems like he is getting ready to start something.
As he puts me back on the table and starts unbuttoning my shirt, my cunt’s eyes are watering with anticipation.
“How do you feel about the curtains?” I inquire since the window is immediately next to us and, while it is uncommon for someone to come at the window, I am curious.

It is still possible that it will happen via our back door without an invitation.
He doesn’t look at me as he finishes undoing my blouse, revealing my bra and revealing the plainly hard nipples behind the thin lace that covers them.
It’s pointless to even pretend that I’m not enjoying myself when my body is betraying me in such a transparent manner.

 

 

 

Then he pushes my legs down to the bottom of the table, so that I’m laying on my back with my knees up and my legs apart from each other. Then he pulls up my skirt, leaving the material clinging to my waist, and proceeds to undo my pantyhose.
When I attempt to sit up, grab for his hands, or urge him to stop, I become frustrated. Finding out that my neighbors had seen me with my bra on show is nothing, but having them come over and view my open vulva is something else.

 

 

 

“No,” he warns me, his grip on my hands becoming more firm. Then he walks around the table, moving my left hand to grab the left side of the table, and my right hand to grip the right side of the table. It is essential that you keep your hands where they are if you are learning how to construct a Cherry Baby.

 

 

Rather of saying “no,” or “this has to be moved upstairs,” I grab the table tightly instead.
He’s never showed any shows of authority before, but now that he’s instructing me what to do, I’m so turned on that my breathing is becoming more difficult before he’s even reached out for me to touch him.
I have a sneaking suspicion that grasping the table is a smart idea, and that I’ll be in need of a firm hold on the table before long.
As soon as he hits my bottom, I raise it for him without saying anything, allowing him to gently inch down my panties as I let out a little moan as I feel some of my moisture slip off and brush between my thighs.

 

 

The fact that my skirt and blouse are still on makes me feel even more sexy, and the fact that my cunt is so on show makes me feel even more erotic. I can feel myself becoming slippery and bloated, and I begin to worry whether he can see me, before realizing with relief that he can.

Because of the sunshine flowing in and the position I’m in, he can clearly see me.
And he seems to like it.

 

 

God, you’re turned on,” Josh says, dropping his head as if to savor the aroma of me. “God, you’re turned on,” Josh continues. For a few while, I am paralyzed, certain that he would attempt to lick me, but he immediately turns away.
As an alternative, he goes into his back pocket and takes out a bottle that I had completely overlooked previously.
“This is phase two in the process of making a Cherry Baby,” he explains, and I can understand what he means.

 

 

lubricant with a cherry taste.
When he starts pouring it around my neck, shoulders, and breasts, he walks around the table once more to make room for me.
My nipples immediately pucker up as the liquid falls on them; I have no idea where he’s been keeping it. I gasp when it reaches my skin and as it drips on my nipples and they quickly pucker up.
Then his hot lips starts to warm me as he gently begins to lick the scum off his teeth. He begins with my neck and collarbone, which is one of my most sensitive areas, and I shudder as his tongue touches me, groaning loudly. He then moves on to my thighs and calves. His tongue penetrates further deeper, kissing my stomach and the inside of my belly button, where the lubrication has accumulated, and I begin to groan in response.

 

 

 

Once he gets close to my breasts, I can feel the liquid seeping through the thin material of my bra and his tongue licking me clean. I’m still wearing my bra, but I can feel the liquid seeping through the thin material of my bra. My nipples are being rubbed by his tongue even though I’m wearing a bra, and as his teeth begin to brush across my fragile skin, I tighten my grasp on the table.

 

 

The moisture in my bra makes my breasts seem more sensitive than they do when I’m not wearing it, and I can tell that my fluids are departing my body at the same rate as the groans that are escaping my lips.

Because my nipples are linked to my clit, and as he continues to suck at them, I can feel the chilly air blowing about my bare arse, my naked vulva, and my clit, which is begging for his attention. I can feel the chilly glass of the table on my ass, and I’m wondering whether I’ll leave a sticky trail of my arousal behind me as I move about.

 

 

I absolutely have a sufficient amount of water in me.
“Do you like that?” he inquires, as if there were any question in his mind.
I’m unable to say anything since my voice is just too unsteady to form words.
“After that, we’ll go to stage three.”

 

 

When he returns, he disappears into the kitchen, and even though I’m still obnoxiously exposed and now coated in sticky cherry lube, I can’t move because I’m eager to see what happens next.
He enters the room with a punnet of cherries in his hand.
“I really like cherries,” he says as he makes his way to the far end of the table. “However, you have to be really cautious if there are still stones in there.”
A piece of paper is held between his finger and thumb, which he rolls about, as if to test its strength.

 

 

 

I’d want him to be holding something else.
‘You have to nibble at it extremely lightly and slowly in order to get to all of that luscious meat,’ he explains, and I’m left wondering where he’s going with this.
I won’t be left in suspense for long.
He pulls a chair up to the edge of the table and sits in it, so that he is gazing straight at my cunt in the mirror.

 

 

He leans ahead and delicately slips the cherry between my swollen lips, which makes me laugh.
“Oh,” I exclaim, surprised and delighted at the same time.
In search of another, he reaches out for it.
As he slips it between my lips, he gently rubs it on the inside of my clitoral region.

“Oh my God,” I scream out loud.
What is occurring is beyond comprehension as he grabs another and rubs it harder on my clitoral region, then another, and another.

 

 

 

The only thing I can think about right now is how fucking horny I am right now with my inner lips forced violently apart and my mouth full of cherries.
I gasp as he pours lubrication over my already-slick cunt, forcing my cunt to tighten as if attempting to keep all those delicious cherries in place. “But what I really enjoy is when cherries are incredibly juicy,” he says as he squeezes my cunt tighter than it already is.
“Now,” Josh says as he approaches me, “I know you don’t enjoy oral, so I swear I won’t lick you until you specifically want it.”

 

 

 

After that, he begins to consume the cherries.
Although his tongue does not come into contact with mine, the feeling of those silky cherries rolling around against me is enough to send me into a tizzy, and I find myself grasping the table so tightly that my knuckles hurt from the strain. Every time one of them rubs against my clit I scream, which just serves to make Josh lick at them even more.
After that, he starts nibbling on their flesh. I can feel his lips growing closer to my flesh, I can feel the cherry juice exploding on my delicate skin, and I can feel the roughness of the stones beginning to appear through the surface of my skin.

 

 

 

I can’t believe I’m allowing him to get away with it.
But I can’t stop myself. My hands are holding the table so tightly that I’m afraid I’m going to shatter it, my breath is rushing in too hard and too quickly, and my legs are trembling, but I can’t stop myself.
The fact that I allowed him to place me on this table and expose me so totally (the alcohol was powerful, but not that strong! ), that the curtains are open and I’m seminaked when anybody might show up, and that I let him to vanquish my inhibitions with some lubricant and some fruit is beyond belief.

 

 

 

That my skin is so hot and tight, that my nipples are so hard, that my cunt feels like it’s about to burst with cherry stones shooting out like fireworks, that I cannot believe what is going on in my body, that I cannot believe what is happening to my body.
And what I’m going to tell is so unbelievable that I can’t believe it.
“Could you please lick me?” I inquire.
With his hands on my lips, he pulls them apart even farther, and I feel the cherries begin to gently drip out of me.

 

 

After that, he licks my face.
And that’s sufficient.
When his tongue reaches my clit, I feel as if I’m melting.
I take his head in my hands.
My orgasm is shaking me so strongly that I’m gasping and shivering and clinging on to the table for dear life as rivers of heat rush through me and waves of ecstasy overwhelm me.
He catches my hips and pulls me closer to the edge of the table, and I’m all sleepy pleasure and easy malleability as my knees eventually come down and he grips them again.
His words are fast and to the point as he rapidly sheathes his cock in latex and thrusts it within me. “I’m not going to last long,” he says.

 

 

“It’s not an issue,” I assure him as his thumb gently rubs the inside of my clitoral region.
I’m so exhausted that I can’t move as he pumps inside of me, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he grips my hips once more and thrusts into me even deeper than before.
His thumb is moving faster swiftly, and I can feel another orgasm coming on, something I would have never imagined was possible.
It seems that he is with me this time as I come hard, and as he judders within me, he yells my name just as I call his.

 

 

I can see stars and smell cherry in the distance.
Eventually, we recover and begin to untangle limbs and pull apart our bodies. “And here is step four,” he adds after we’ve finally recovered and are starting to disentangle limbs and pull apart our bodies.

 

 

 

Sticky bodies are a problem.
“Does there exist a step four?” I’m perplexed as to how there might be a fourth phase.
He hands me a fragile gift wrapped in black tissue paper as if it were his own.
“I understand how self-conscious you are about… this, so I thought these could be of assistance.”
I take the gift out of the box.
Inside are some wonderful frilly white underpants, which have been embellished with brilliant red cherries for a festive look.

 

 

In case you were too embarrassed to inquire, I figured you could simply wear them and I’d know precisely what you were talking about.
I smothered him with kisses, completely disregarding the fact that he had a taste of me.
I really like the pantyhose.
And it was via this process that I was able to overcome my reluctance to oral sex.
How to create a Cherry Baby is as simple as that.