Feeding Mark cum.

Several moments of panting were all that connected us, we were both sweaty, and although it had been short, it had been so much fun. Slowly he pulled out of me, both of us whimpering with the withdrawal.

I stood up on shaky legs and had a wicked idea. I turned around and grabbed the condom, slowly pulling it from him, making sure to milk as much of his cum as I could. "Now, like a good boy, you are going to clean this sticky stuff up," I began.

To my surprise, he knelt right there and opened his mouth. I wagged a finger at him, "No, you have been terrific, so you deserve a treat." Without another word, I stepped over to the fridge, pulled out the contaminated yogurt, and grabbed a small bowl and a small spoon.

I put a couple of spoons of Craig's yogurt into the little bowl and then upended the condom, squeezing Mark's cum into the mixture. I then gave it a quick stir and stepped back to him. "A special dessert, just for you," I said as I took a spoonful of the yogurt and held it out. He again surprised me by almost gleefully accepting the spoon. He sucked it clean, having no idea he was eating his boss's cum, combined with his own. I started to rethink how much I should push him and how quickly.

I smiled down at him. "You are such a good boy. Maybe I should suck your little cock while you finish this," I said.

He took the bowl from me but not the spoon, and I quickly lay down on my back and brought his cock to my lips. No sooner had I started sucking on his wet cock than I felt him smear cold yogurt on my cunt. I jumped slightly before he leant forward into a 69 position. He pressed his head to my crotch, and I shuddered and came; he had no idea he had just smeared his boss's cum into my cunt.

Bit by bit, he smeared the yogurt into my cunt and licked me clean. By my third orgasm, I was panting and shaking, he was fully hard again, and I pushed him lightly backwards. "I can't cum again," I told him honestly, these orgasms had been intense, and I was aching from pleasure.

He helped me up and, as he licked the bowl clean, said. "Normally, you can cum a lot more than that. Are you sure you didn't get fucked by a strange cock tonight?"

I kissed him passionately, saying, "I promise I did not get fucked by a strange cock tonight."

The way I emphasised the word strange must have triggered something in him, "Wait, were you out with an old boyfriend or something?"

I laughed, "I told you, silly, I was out with Julie."

His smile broadened, "So you got fucked by Julie?" he checked.

I laughed again, "Oh, you would like to see that," I said.

He groaned, "That wasn't a denial, and you wouldn't need a condom for that," he countered.

"How about we go to bed, and I will suck on your little cock while you tell me what your fantasy is about Julie and me? Maybe it's already happened; we did live together for a while." I told him as I grabbed his cock and led him toward the bedroom.