Caramel Ice Cream

A older women walked up to the table and sat down. "Darn, I missed him."

Missed him? So, given her age, not current. Given her attitude, a winner. "Let me guess. Second winner?"

She smiled. "First. Hannah Patel. And you are?"

"You don't know?" I asked. I was trying to calm my breathing.

"Should I? I'm a busy woman but my staff here texts me when Samuel brings a girl by. So, what is your current status! I love the gossip."

"Tit for tat? I answer a question. You answer a question. You first," I said.

She called over a staff member. "Strawberry shortcake please." She turned to me. "Sure why not."

Okay. I'm calm. I need to leverage this. "What are the important parts to know about you?"

"I'm 45. First winner. Hannah Patel. I'm a millionaire but not from this. I own 53 different businesses. This one is more a birthday present to Samuel. He loves the aquarium by the way. I love meeting new girls in the family. Hence being here but don't have enough time to commit to it full time. Your turn. Tell me about you. More specifically what rules and orders are you under?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm Tessa Brooks-"

"Wait wait wait. The one that punched him? Damn girl. Your a legend."

I looked off to the side. God it was weird thinking of my more impulsive choices while being calm. The horny wasn't helping either. "yeah that's me. I'm currently **** to act like a lesbian and not allowed to orgasm or have sex unless given permission. My turn. Why do you still associate with Samuel?"

The strawberry shortcake arrived. She ordered a caramel ice cream Sunday afterwards. "I guess you are at that stage. Samuel is... A **** of nature. You can't help but fall in love with him. If you don't believe me. Ask Clara. She may hate him but she also loves him. That's the real difference between winners and losers if you ask me. Winners aren't scared of Samuel. Cuz all players love him. So he gave you the sensitive lips? If so I recommend the caramel ice cream. Yes that was my question."

"Yes," I said. Was it true? I thought back to grinding on me. The feelings were ****. But for a moment. I liked the idea of marrying him. No. It's ... So calming to think about that.

Even before the game. Life was so stressful. Boys I didn't like cat calling me. My old friends never having time. My classes were so boring. I... Was I ever happy? Like I feel right now? Was it wrong to kind of like this? Especially when you see how much they have a community with each other.

Looking. I saw a wedding ring on her hand. "You got married when you love Samuel? Why?"

She looked at it. "Her. I married a lovely woman. I do love her. I can love more than one person for the information. She was a beauty queen. Someone I always admired. Someone I was too shy to ask out before my game. You could say my marriage is not a contrast to my love for Samuel. It is a feature of it. My turn! Who are the people you love! And let's exclude basic stuff like your family. Unless you love one of them romantically. That's some juicy shit!"

"I..." I paused. Who did I love? Did she mean to try and get me to say Samuel? Obviously I don't love him. Kat? She was a good friend. S very good friend but I wasn't a lesbain. "Honestly don't know."

The ice cream arrived. "Oh my treat too. You can keep whatever money Samuel gave you. So want to try my special caramel ice cream sundae?"

"This feels like a trap?" I asked.

She moved over next to me. "It's not. Look I'm not Samantha. I'm not here to punish you or anything like that. While some of the winners wait til the game participants win or lose to decide how to react. That isn't me. The way I see it. Your already my little sister. I'm not gonna like try and make you win or lose. But your free to call me for anything. I don't have a lot of time but I got a lot of cash. Your mom needs a new car? No string or questions. After all girl. Your part of the family."

I brought the sundae closer to me. It was strange. The lack of sensation didn't seem to help my arousal calm down but the way she talked to me. I could feel a genuine sense of love from it.

"So why this sundae?" I asked.

"It's my own special blend of caramel. Perfect for sending those sensitive lips of yours into overdrive.

"So isn't that kind of a trap?" I asked.

She tilted her head. "Were you not about to order a desert and masturbate? That's the usual thing that happens when Samuel brings a girl here. This is the best desert to get yourself off."

I tried to form an argument. She was helping me be manipulated. She was ... No. She wasn't forcing me. She anticipated what I was going to do and was just trying to help me.

"Could you give me privacy?" I asked.

"Sure," she said standing up and placed a card on the table. "Call anytime. Also technically I have a curtain. I can pull it but I don't recommend it."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Samuel's game is all about pushing limits. The embarrassment of masturbating in front of people is part of the point. It's not for him. He isn't even here. It's for you. You get stronger from the exposure. Taking the easy way out isn't going to help you in the long run. But ultimately. We all decide our own fate."

An honest to God straight answer. I felt a tear coming off my eye. I wiped it away with my finger and even that made me shiver a bit.

"Thank you. I guess leave the curtain alone. I'll try."

"Have fun," she said as she walked away.

I touched the spoon and it was so cold. I felt my hips buckle. I licked the ice cream and caramel. It was rich and creamy. My tongue felt tingly. Did she add something to it?

I guess... I should. I kissed it and suddenly nearly exploded as I moaned so loudly. My lips were on fire. I moved one hand to my pussy and began rubbing. I tried rubbing my breast. It helped but it wasn't quite perfect. I moved my hand to my lips and the moment the caramel was on both my fingers and lips I came.

Not once. But twice. I tried to lick the caramel off but it was so resistant. It was hard to get off. I came a third and fourth time before I could even get my fingers and lips clean. The sundae remained and as I peeled away ice cream. I noticed a banana that had been cut into the shape of a dick.

God. Finally something not trying to make me a lesbain. I just dive in. Welcoming as many orgasms as my body would get before I finished.