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Taste-test

by Mat Twassel

Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel

Fiction Sex Story: Jamie interviews a prospective male entertainer for a friend's bachelorette party. Illustrated.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Heterosexual   Fiction   Illustrated   .

It came to Jamie to interview male prospects for her friend Carmen’s bachelorette party. Dixon seemed to have more than reasonable qualifications.

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“Um, I notice you have a somewhat prominent mustache,” Jamie observed.

Dixon nodded.

“It’s not because you’re too lazy to shave?” Jamie inquired.

“Not at all,” Dixon replied. “I trim it almost every day. But shall I tell you the reason I have a mustache?”

“Please do,” Jamie said.

“It’s because I like to give head. And I’ve found that the mustache provides pleasure beyond what just my tongue and lips provide.”

“Quite the provider, aren’t you?” Jamie said.

“Yes, but the thing is, I really enjoy the flavor and scent of a girl’s—you won’t be offended if I say cunt?”

“I’m not offended,” Jamie said.

“I could say pussy if you prefer.”

“I’m fine either way,” Jamie said.

“So after doing a girl that way, I can enjoy her for hours afterward because of her juices in my mustache.”

“But there will be about seventeen or eighteen girls at the party,” Jamie said. “Do you expect to ‘do’ them all?”

“Well, usually it’s just the bride-to-be and maybe the wedding party—you know the maid-of-honor and the other bride’s maids, but I’d be willing to taste them all.”

“Wouldn’t the flavors and scents become muddled?”

“I suppose that’s likely.”

“Okay, let’s say we limited you to just the bride-to-be. Would it be okay if afterwards we shaved off your juiced-up mustache? To give to her as a souvenir. A kind of keepsake.”

Dixon flinched.

“It’s not as if we’re asking to cut off your cock. After you’ve fucked her, for instance.”

Dixon’s jaw dropped.

“Not that we would cut it off before you fucked her—that would be silly.”

“I don’t think—” Dixon started to say.

“But if you’re squeamish, I suppose we could have it, your cock, bronzed. While it’s still attached. Erect, preferably.”

 
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