[F4A] C-can you... c-c-clean m-me?

I was in over my head.

Before me lay countless pastries, fountains of flowing chocolate and cream cakes so thick they’d almost appear baked. I could hardly resist. So I didn’t. My feet carried me forward to the centre of it all, eyes flickering like flames - hungrily surveying what lay before me. I wanted it all, my body sand to the landscape before me and without warning I buckled to my knees and sank into the cream, the coldness wandering up and entangling itself along my thighs. Only once I glanced down did I finally notice that I was still sinking, the sheer thickness of the cream keeping me afloat for a few more moments.

I let out a giggle, arms tossed to the side before splashing down into the larger than life dome of cream that was no longer a cake. At least, not after I landed. I felt a shiver run down my body, the heat between my legs indicating there was more than just one wetness passing through me, a smile cracking as I dragged myself up, gauntlets of white as my reward. Gauntlets and a full suit of creamy attire. My thighs quivered, having waited for so long they seemed reluctant to move on from the enticing embrace the remainder of the cake promised me, but I had other matters to attend to.

Once more I sank to my knees, grinning as I thought of how it looked and of all the other times I’d been on my knees and what occurred then, my lips unconsciously parting and tongue dashing out to sample a warming flow that dripped down my face. Had you not seen my surroundings, I wouldn’t have faulted you too much for assuming I’d just received a more than generous facial.

My hand stuck out, more cream falling in clumps as the curtain of chocolate caught onto my hands, coating my fingers down to my elbow in a fat layer of darkened brown, the flow building up and layering itself upon the sheathe that adorned my arm. “It’s so sticky already,” I exclaimed with manufactured innocence, flashing you a sultry grin before tossing my head back and letting the waterfall of hair pass by my shoulders to earn a hem of white before resting along my back. With the other arm, I scooped up handfuls of the warm chocolate, splashing it to my face and letting it run down my body, the cream unyielding and merely adding a coating like clothing.

The added weight made standing up a little more effortful than I had expected, even more unexpected was the dollop of slippery substance that found its way beneath my foot as I sauntered around. My back found itself with a hugging cape of gelatinous fluid, the crumbling bits of the pie I landed in clinging on as I rose with a laugh.

I took my time, steadily stepping over to the the armchair you’d laid out and flopping down on it with a one arm over the back and the other trailing by the floor. Now came the embarrassing part. Swallowing a bit I let my hand trail along the floor before collecting a bottle of honey, popping the lid open and pouring over my body. You’d done as I asked, allowing me to play out a fantasy of dipping and diving through sugary delights but now the tables were flipped and it was up to me to beg.

“I-I’m,” my voice caught for a moment and I silently prayed my cheeks didn’t flush hot enough to melt the veil that prevented you from catching onto the glowing red beneath.

“I’m all...wet and messy now…” I admitted embarrassedly, I’d lost myself in the moment without even talking about what would happen next, your lovely surprise… well it took me by surprise.

Gulping down again I cringed as I posed my question, hoping that you were even just half as enthusiastic about it as I was…

“C-can you... c-c-clean m-me?” I squeaked, unable to add ‘with your tongue’.

“I kn-know it’s a lot to ask… but I can’t reach d-down th-there…” I wanted to just curl up and hide, unable to meet your eyes. Like some fool I’d jumped in without a second thought, not even asking if you’d be sorted out cleaning up…

Tongue baths aren’t too bad… I thought with a shiver, my body convulsing as a whimpery moan escaped my lips at the thought of your pink muscle running all over me.

Cleaner Status: Closed

The dirty, dirty girl.

I’m so messy, please clean me up?