Esme tastes her own brown pudding

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Warning

Our blushing bride Esme likes to taste and try out new things, and this chapter is all about that. Her exploration of anal tasting is not for everybody, but I have glamorized it.

It is not my kind of kink, but if my stool would taste like hers, mmmmhhhh, I might…

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PS: After a long consideration, I decided not to make this chapter a separate chapter, to keep the storyline as I intended to.

PS2: This is fiction, folks!

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Esme's new daddy left the wedding suite, leaving her behind with two lovely cum-filled holes. She sighed, lying around on the bed in that sexual afterglow, fulfilled from the good fucking he had given her. What a man, she thought; he had fucked her twice within one hour. She was sure that he could do her three times, one after another, if they had more time.

She lightly touched herself, finding his warm cum everywhere, on her thighs, all around her mound, and dripping out onto the bed from both her well-filled holes. She sank her index finger into her sopping pussy, admiring the volume of seed he left inside her. She scooped up a bit of cum from her used cunt and put it in her mouth, savoring that sweet-salty taste of his warm goo.

Her index finger went south again, and this time she probed her well-filled anus, joyfully finding the same amount of spent semen in her brown tunnel. She swept her finger through his semen, bending it slightly, extracting a full finger of brown-colored cum. She held her tainted finger up in the air in front of her face, giving the brownish cum a couple of quick dabs with her tongue to figure out its taste. It was hard to say what it tasted like. On one side, she quickly recognized the salty taste of his semen, some digested food, and something sweet, but she couldn't say what it was. On the other side, an almost bitter aftertaste, reminding her of dark chocolate.

The taste was a bit confusing. She stuck her entire brown finger in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, enabling her to have a much better degustation. It did taste good. It had simply surprised her, just like the first time she had salted caramel. She sucked her finger clean, swallowing all that fine chocolate cum.

Her nipples grew hard from the arousal it caused, and she quickly inserted her finger again, this time much deeper, reaching her larger rectum. She noticed it was well filled with semen, and she quickly added another finger to scoop out a much larger amount of that delicious brown cum. She held her brown fingers in front of her face and lapped them slowly, keeping her tongue as flat as possible, to maximize the tasting experience. It wasn’t so bitter after all; the salty flavor, of course, prevailed, combined with the simpler, sweeter taste of digested food. She couldn’t really say which cum she liked the most, but right now, she liked the cocoa cum slightly better than her pussy cum.

Esme checked the alarm clock on the side table, and in fifty minutes she was due to meet her groom for an espresso in the hotel lobby to discuss any final changes for the wedding tomorrow. She quickly put on a very short skirt and a tight, white top, disregarding any underwear. She loved the feeling of her firm nipples against the soft fabric, and not wearing any panties had become standard for her. She found it very arousing displaying her firm tits in snug-fitting blouses or modern, strapless bodices. She liked best displaying her tits in public places to everybody, and she loved it when she turned heads.

What she liked most about those sexy bodices was the easy availability of her breasts. A real man only had to pull the bodice down at the front, and her breasts would be freed into plain sight. She might wear one to the rehearsal dinner, she decided, remembering she had a slutty milkmaid bodice that would permanently try to push her tits up and out. If she breathed in, the upper half of her young tits would be in plain view.

She added bright red high heels to her look, brushed up the ruined mascara and smeared lipstick, and washed her brown fingers, ignoring the ropes of cum on her thighs, and in less than ten minutes she walked out of the room towards the elevator. She arrived too early in the lobby bar, so she carefully picked a high bar table close to the hotel's main entrance, a bit secluded in a corner, and sat with her back to the wall on a high barstool. The stool had a comfortable footrest, and as she placed her feet on it, she would now be able to flash her cunt to anyone passing by merely by opening her legs.

She couldn’t imagine a quicker dating system and grinned about her idea. Maybe one day she should use a stopwatch, just to see how quickly she would manage to have a cock inside her. Starting the timer at the very first moment she picked a guy until he would sink his phallus in one of her holes and how many minutes that would take. And as the funny idea formed in her head, she already found a cheat code; she would flash her cunt, and he would then approach her, and the moment he would stand in front of her, she would squat in front of him, taking in plain sight his lovely cock in her thirsty little mouth.

Two minutes, tops.

A waiter brought her a second espresso, and her fiancé was still nowhere to be seen. She looked at the guests of the hotel but saw nothing interesting. She still had forty minutes to kill and became slightly bored until she saw a tall, Black waiter serving a table on her left. As he was done with that table, she called him, and the way he walked towards her showed his hidden athleticism.

“Hello, Miss, congratulations on your engagement.” He politely said to her as he quickly cleaned the bar table with a clean rag. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, you could do me?” She purred, giving him a wanton look.

He was silent for a second, but as she opened her legs for him, he needed no further encouragement. He placed his tray on the bar table, looked around for a second, and his large hand went straight to her slit. Before Esme could count to ten, he inserted two fingers in her cum-filled cunt. He smiled, knowing the difference between a wet pussy and a fucked pussy. The way she behaved like a cheap whore convinced him that the soppy cunt was caused by the cock of somebody else and certainly not by the groom. Wasting no time, he started finger-fucking her at a quick pace, and all Esme could do was brace herself by holding onto the bar table.

He was good. She didn’t need any other stimulation, and the sheer naughtiness of being fingered in the hotel lobby added an extra kink to it. The waiter added a third big finger into her wet cunt, and it felt as if he were fisting her. She could only try to hold herself as she continuously moaned, sometimes losing her balance. The waiter grabbed her with the other hand to support her, and from afar, it looked as if he were giving solace to a nervous bride, having his arm around her waist, pulling her cunt closer to him.

As he saw her nipples hardening under the treatment she was getting, he let go of her waist and pinched her tit hard. Esme groaned, surprised by the sudden bolt of pain, and her body reacted swiftly with a quick orgasm flooding his three fingers. Unconsciously, she skipped a breath, and sweat broke out on her forehead. The waiter stopped fingering her and held her upright on the stool, blocking the view. As her breathing became less ragged, he held his wet fingers in front of her little mouth, and she eagerly sucked them clean. Looking down at her legs, she saw a mess of old cum and new pussy juices. But she didn’t want to wash herself. Not yet.

“I needed that, thank you.” Esme whispered.

“My pleasure, Miss. Have a nice wedding.” He politely said, as if nothing had happened.

Esme straightened her clothes and asked him if he could bring her something stronger, perhaps a whiskey?

“Sure, Miss; I will be happy to.” And he walked towards the bar.

Right then, her fiancé arrived and sat next to her on the empty barstool. Before he could say anything, the waiter came back with Esme's whiskey.

“Here you go, Miss; enjoy. If you need any other services from me, just let me know.”

“I will, thank you so much.” Esme is smiling at him.

Her fiancé looked a bit surprised at his bride drinking straight whiskey at this hour, but he didn’t want to judge her.

“Congratulations, sir, on your engagement; you have a fine bride.” The waiter said to the groom and walked away, not even asking if he wanted to order something.

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"Honey," Esme said to her fiancé as they were discussing some final details in the lobby bar, roughly four hours before the rehearsal dinner, “I don’t want to have a boring, traditional seating arrangement; I want to mingle with your family.”

“Sure, no problem," he replied. “Any specific ideas?”

“Why don’t you and I sit opposite each other?” Esme asked.

“Yeah, sure, cool with me.”

And on my right-hand and left-hand sides, I'd like to have your half-brother and my other father-in-law.”

“Great idea! That way you can get to know them better. I will arrange the seating arrangements right now.”

“Thank you, honey; I really want to bond with them and become familiarized with their doings.” Esme answered.

“Oh, honey?” Esme quickly asked, before he was about to organize her wishes, “Who is that big guy I saw in the lobby? "Is that your friend Jax?”

“Which one do you mean? There are two big guys; the black one is Jax.”

“I didn’t see the other one; who is he?”

“That would be Lars; he is an old college buddy of mine. He was born in Sweden but lives in San Diego now. I think he is in his room right now, three doors from ours, room 817.”

“You know what, I am still working on my speech. Could you send Lars to our bridal suite? He for sure can help me fill the blanks I might have, right?” His sweet bride cooed.

“Sure.”

“Just give me a little head start; let's say, send him in about fifteen minutes. Will you do that for me?”

“Of course! I will send in anyone you want.”

“I'll take your word for it. Perhaps I will call you later on your cell to send me Jax.” Esme told her groom. I might want them at the same time.”

“No problem," her fiancé replied, "but I need to go now to make the seating arrangement changes.”

“Sure. I will be in our bridal suite, getting myself ready for Lars. But remember, please tell him to wait about fifteen minutes; I'd like to present myself in the best possible way.”

“Will do.” And he left her sitting there.

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“Come inside, Lars.” Esme whispered as she heard the knocking on the wedding suite door. She had left the door slightly ajar, and the moment Lars stepped into the room, Esme knew she had done everything right. Lars was a gorgeous muscular specimen of a true Viking, towering 6.5 feet; his ripped upper body was barely contained by his T-shirt. His long blonde mane completed the picture.

“Hello Lars, are you the man who is going to fill my blanks?” Esme purred as she was waiting for him, sitting wide-legged on the room's sofa. The bride's pussy was on full display as she was only dressed in black stockings and high heels.

She saw the stirring in his pants right away; something big was quickly growing.

“I am a horny bride, Lars, but my pussy has been terribly abandoned. Would you like to give it some solid company?” Esme whispered and she beckoned him with her index finger.

Lars didn’t waste time as he walked up to her, at the same time taking off his T-shirt, shoes, and jeans. He stepped in between her stocking-clad thighs, his bulging trunks at the height of her face, almost touching her lips.

Esme marveled at the size of his package and softly caressed it with her small hand through the fabric, the shiny engagement ring looking very tiny compared to his cock size. She grabbed with both hands the waistband of his trunks and lifted it slowly over his erect phallus towards her before she lowered them to the floor. She held his trunks down so he could step out of them, his alpha cock bouncing with his movements right in front of her face.

The bride's hand grabbed the throbbing cock, and a ray of sun let her engagement ring sparkle as she lowered her thirsty mouth on his big mushroom. Lars grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking that warm, moist mouth. Esme moaned, letting him know she was really happy with him fucking her mouth. He sped up the fucking and bit by bit sank his cock deeper in her throat. Breathing became difficult, and she switched to breathing through her nostrils as both her hands grabbed his strong buttocks, pushing him further. Once he reached a depth of eight inches, he held his cock still, enjoying the tight little throat of her. Esme had to pull him out, her eyes a bit watery, and after he was completely outside, she took a couple of deep breaths to restore the deficit.

Esme crawled on all fours onto the bed, lifting her ass high up for him. She wanted to eat more cocoa cum and told him to do her poop hole, spreading her cheeks with both hands. Her little sphincter was ready for his Swedish cock; at least, that is what she hoped for. Lars didn’t hesitate and aligned that god-cock to her brown opening, pushing the knob inside her. He had no trouble penetrating Esme, her anus still wide open from this morning's fuck.

Once his balls slapped against her butt, he grabbed the bride's waist and started fucking that brown tunnel with all his might. The bashing she was welcoming quickly caused sweat to break out in several places: on her forehead, her armpits, and even her feet, which were releasing perspiration. Lars was a true animal, disregarding any rules of fornication that might exist and kept ramming that rectum as hard as possible.

Esme tried her best to answer those hard shoves by pushing back against him, but as her arms were surrendering; she laid her upper body flat on the mattress while she kept her ass high in the air with her knees. The angle she was offering him was perfect, her anus causing a continuous friction on his purple helmet, Lars feeling his large balls preparing his seed for her.

As the hard fucking continued, Esme was now heavily gasping, and her back was shiny from the heavily sweating. The moment Lars rubbed her swollen clit, Esme's orgasm rollercoasted through her cheating cunt, making her vagina and rectum contract automatically. The contractions were not lost on Lars's sensitive cockhead, and the first rope of hot cum was sent deeply into her bowels. Esme shuddered, feeling her anal tunnel being filled with his tasty cum and pushed hard against him, wiggling her butt to squeeze out all his seed. Lars didn’t stop pumping his semen, and only after having shot nine loads of cum, his balls stopped pulsating. Esme could feel his hot cum everywhere, from her flooded colon all the way back to her rectum, and when he pulled out, some cum ropes got stuck in her entry area.

Esme was exhilarated by the prospect of tasting her rectal chocolate again! She quickly hushed Lars out of the room, promising him a blowjob at the rehearsal dinner, explaining to him she had to hurry and he really had to go. Lars was fine with her promised raincheck and quickly left, enjoying the sensation of his ball having been drained thoroughly.

Esme sighed and lifted her ass up in the air, not wanting any cum to escape her chocolate factory. She wondered how long she should wait to get the best-tasting cum, giving his cum enough time to blend but at the same time, staying warm. Thank God, her tunnel was very warm, so that shouldn’t be a problem. She impatiently waited for her brown mousse, researching on her cell how to make her stool sweeter, and it was very simple: unabsorbed sugars or artificial sweeteners would do the trick. Whiskey was good too. That was easy. Tonight, she would have with her banana dessert an expresso with four sweeteners, and she would keep doing this the whole week, checking daily on the taste progress.

She researched some more, and if she rolled her pelvis clockwise for five, six minutes, her stool contents would have the best possible help to mix together. She quickly went on all fours again and started the pelvis movements. This was so much fun! After six long minutes, she couldn’t wait anymore and lay down again on her stomach.

Finally, time for her little tasting.

Esme wanted to see if the cum chocolate from her anus would taste the same as the cum cake from her colon and wondered how to scoop it so deep. Looking around in the room, she easily found the answer for her brown appetite; in the little coffee corner, beside the coffee machine, was a long, coffee-grain-measuring spoon made of soft silicone. It had the perfect length with its eight inches and would easily reach the contents of her colon. It could scoop up to 20 ml of beans and would be perfect for the job.

She almost ran to fetch the measuring spoon and quickly hopped back on her bed. So how to start? She wondered. Pulling out the deepest mousse first would mix on its way out with the shallow cake; that was no good. No, she had to start with her anus chocolate and clean it completely to prevent any mixing of the different types of ingredients. She already knew up front that the brownness of her anus would be less salty, because there was not much cum there. The pudding from her rectum would probably be the most balanced dessert, and she expected from her colon a much stronger taste, like dark chocolate truffles. Esme decided to use for all depths the spoon each time to keep it neutral and not add the taste of a sweaty finger to any scoop.

She checked the time, but there was no need to hurry. Her right hand grabbed the measuring spoon and inserted it inside her little poop opening, being careful to only insert it about 2 inches (4 cm). As she pulled out her creamy dessert, she saw that it had one extra ingredient the other parts of her digestive system would not have: the sweet-salty taste of her own sweat. She quickly inserted a dry finger in her poop hole and noticed right away the brown, sweaty lubrication of her exit.

Ignoring her own rules, she sucked on the wet finger and recognized right away from which part it came from. It did not have much cum and almost nothing else to swallow. What made it nice was the added taste of her sweat.

Quickly inspecting her finger, she gave it some more licks and focused on the little spoon, seeing indeed that there was not much cum to be found right at her exit. Her pointy tongue waggled through the little cargo and played a little bit with it, not wanting to swallow it yet. But she had more tasting coming up, so she licked up all the contents of the little spoon and spread it out evenly on her tongue, enjoying the sweaty taste.

Esme felt her pussy send her horny signals, but she tried to stay focused. To make sure there was no mix-up, she checked again the little spoon and lapped up the last bits of her own anal sweat. Carefully, she cleaned the spoon with the bed sheets and got all excited because the best part was probably coming now. She checked on the web how deep she was allowed to go, but that was easy since her colon would start after a 90-degree bend, so the moment she bumped against it, that would be the maximum depth she was allowed to go. The whole, large space before the bend was her rectum, and she expected to have to find much more than in her direct exit.

Slowly, she aligned the spoon with her brown hole spreading her sphincter wide to facilitate a nice penetration of her new favorite tool. Esme decided to start scooping just before the bend and then work her way back. Too bad she had gone to the bathroom last night, and she was worried she wouldn’t find much but kept up her high hopes. A scoop is a scoop, and she felt determined. She rotated the spoon inside her rectum and as she thought it would be full, she carefully pulled it out. Jackpot! The spoon was full with a nice wobbly mass of brown pudding, and she eagerly started playing with it, using her pointy tongue to move it around within the spoon. It was delicious! It even tasted better than she remembered.

The scoop had more cum than expected, and it was probably from one of the last shots, her colon already being full. She recognized right away all those delicious flavors again: the salty cum part, the sweet taste of the digested food, and that dark chocolate taste again. Her tongue felt some typical semen clumps and expertly moved them off the back of her throat so she could swallow them first. Being a bit gluttonous, she emptied the entire spoon in her young mouth. The taste was fantastic and played with her senses. She felt another spasm in her engaged cunt but didn’t want to touch herself there yet. Esme quickly inserted the spoon again, and to her disappointment, it was only half full as she pulled it out. Better something than nothing, she thought. Observing her tongue play with the last rectum load, another shiver went through her body, straight into her cunt, the cycle repeating itself a little bit faster each time.

The grand finale was waiting!

Esme swallowed the last bits of her rectum mud pie, and once she had cleaned the spoon again, she automatically lifted her ass from the mattress, opening her exit wide, slowly pushing the spoon all the way towards the tight bend of her colon. It only took her three tries to pass that tight curve, and as she was holding the spoon with her fingertips and gyrated it around, she was able to fill it nicely. She licked at the contents, and had a pleasant surprise; she tasted a lot of fibers, such like corn, seeds, grains, and vegetables. The taste was awesome! It was a mix of sweet and salty, which was to be expected, but what made it so nice were the grains attached to cum clumps. It was like licking a soft chocolate granola bar. This was definitely the best of the three different tastes!

As she chewed on the soft, salty cum clumps, her orgasm hit her like a tshunami, flooding everything on its path. Her cunt contracted beautifully for an entire minute, and she had to wait until her breathing became normal again. She could see in the large mirror her reddening face, and she was for sure a blushing bride now. Two more scoops of chocolate cream filled her hungry mouth, and then the tasting was over. She carefully cleaned the spoon and put it in her handbag. She might need it soon again.

Esme took a long shower, got dressed, asked room service to change the bedsheets and clean the room, and went down to one of the restaurants to have a bite.

To be continued.