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“Now I am going to be really mean,” I told her. I went to her fridge and retrieved the container of fruit. I realized how cold it was when I opened it and pulled out a slice of grapefruit. I knew her creampie pussy must be on fire now, and thought a dose of cold fruit might be good for her. I took a segment and ground it into her clit, again making her gasp. It was unexpected, cold and juicy. It felt good on her steamy muff, in contradiction to my statement that I was about to be mean.

“What is that?” she managed to ask. For an answer, I brought it to her lips. Her lips quivered at the sharp taste, but she got the flavor right away. “Grapefruit.”

“Right,” I smiled. I methodically rubbed her body with fruit, especially if it were juicy. She ate grapefruit, cantaloupe, and strawberries. The strawberries I fucked her with, spreading her lips apart so that I could dip it directly into her pussy. “Better get used to the taste of creampie,” I commented. I noted how she clenched. I know full well that if I really wanted her to fuck another woman, she would. She really is mine, just like I am hers.

“Fuck me,” she panted, which reminded me of the bananas I bought and had stuck in the fridge. I got one and peeled it, tossing the peel at her. “What the fuck is that?” she asked. She is given to having a potty mouth.

I took the very cold banana and laid it inside her lips. She gasped, the cold fruit covering her cunt. Then I took it and fucked her lightly with it, and she guessed correctly that it was a banana. I fed it to her, again telling her that she ought to get used to the taste of creampie pussy. My wannabe bisex babydoll chewed it eagerly.

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I spent some time caressing her some more, moving again between her arms. I let her work my cock with her mouth. Being a creative Dom is work and I wasn’t always hard. Feeling myself harden in her mouth was a good mental stroke for me.

I also initiated a little training game. I leaned over her into a 69 and dripped saliva onto her clit. Then I slide my spit around with my tongue, waiting for her to stop sucking. When she did, I told her to suck me more if she wanted me to give her pleasure. Again and again we did this, sliding my tongue on her pussy but only when she actively sucked me.

Now it was time for the roses. They are a very interesting flower, because they are beautiful but with a painful part too. I caressed her body with the petals for some time, then rolled the stems over her body so that the thorns dug into her tender flesh. No part of her was spared, especially her nipples. I singled them out for painful thorn therapy. Alternating between soft and pleasurable petals and the painful thorns kept her body on fire.

I left the roses on her body, carefully arranging them so that she was being bitten by the thorns. I went and retrieved the rose petals from the fridge, and sprinkled her with them. I think, dollar for dollar, the rose petals had the most impact. They were stunningly beautiful–I took photos of her covered in them–and provide a uniquely pleasurable tactile sensation. And lets face it, they seem decadent. When she saw the Crisco shrine with the rose petals, it looked like Love. Covered in rose petals, I feel like she felt as special as she looked. And gentlemen: they were cheap! (Got them from my local grocery store! This now concludes my pitch for rose petals. LOL!)

Of course, I had to caress her with the petals. She reacted, begging me to make her cum. After an hour and a half, there was little that I could do that wouldn’t make her beg to cum!

Fifth part of creampie story ready in a few days

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