Cheesecake Whore

Marcus and I wake up Saturday morning around eleven. My bedroom is darkened by the heavy silk curtain at the window. Of course there is morning fucking (Let’s just establish that, for the posts relating to Marcus’s visit to Madeline, there is a lot of fucking. We are good at it, and I will post the highlights.).

In the days leading up to his visit, I’d been letting Marcus in on some very personal details about my life, one being how strapped for money I’ve been lately.

As I go into the kitchen to make coffee, I tell Marcus he should feel free to check his email on my computer. He helps himself to the keyboard and Pilates ball which serves as my desk chair. He also helps himself to the Polyamory and craigslist links on my Favorites menu.

"Oh, Maddie! This is too perfect. Let’s pimp ourselves out on Craig’s List and make you some money!!! I know you aren’t interested in doing that sort of thing yourself, but hey- I’m a professional! I’d be there with you and we might even find someone who just wants to watch us fuck, or watch me tie you up…whaddya say, girl?"

I am cracking up. I have seen the ads on Craig’s List in my city. It is pathetic compared to other large cities. And so tame. I can’t imagine anyone seriously responding to an ad for that sort of thing. But what the fuck; let’s give it a shot.

"That sounds great! Where do we start?"

"Well, I am going to brush my teeth and when I come back, you should have a fake/not for public viewing advertisement typed out. Get out all your craziness and puns. And then let’s get to work."

I sit down on the ball and begin typing:

“Very hot couple $trapped for cash: We just ate the last can of Chef Boyardee, the car needs gas and we’ve started re-using the Huggies on the baby. Available for any possible combination of partners, or simply for your viewing pleasure. Serious calls only.”

Marcus came back and wrote out an actual ad. We posted photos (neck and down, thanks!), and submitted it. I didn’t think anything would come of it, and I was ultimately correct. But what a strange thing to have following one around all day: The possibility that your phone could ring at any second, and you would have a matter of hours to fulfill someone’s fantasy and make cash money.

We finished the posting and left for lunch. Barbeque, down-home style. We got messy eating ribs and baked beans. The phone rang. Marcus showed me the number.

“Is this a local number, Madeline?”
“Oh, Jesus! Yes!”

He stepped outside the restaurant. I stayed inside and watched as he paced around the parking lot, speaking animatedly.

I finished my drink and walked out to join him at the car. When he had finished the conversation, he began telling me,

“So this guy, John, who has never done anything like this before, is interested in meeting us. He is curious about playing with boys, and might be interested in watching the two of us fuck, or something else. I gave him all the information and he’s going to think about it and call back.”

“Damn,” I thought, “we may be changing our evening sex plans.”

“So what do we do until we hear back?”
“What we always do on our weekends together, Maddie; go sex toy shopping! But first, I want a really good piece of chocolate after those ribs.”

I knew just the place.

We walked into the chocolatier. The young clerk smiled and asked if she could help us. We flirted with her and with each other. We told her we were in town visiting for the weekend. We started picking out truffles. It was a nice variety, but Marcus wasn’t finished.

“I want something else…what else can we get?”

I asked our cute clerk, “Sallie, what is your favorite thing?”

“Well actually,” Sallie began, “My favorite is the chocolate covered cheesecake.”

THE………WHAT?????!!!!

“Where is THAT?!”
“We don’t keep it out here; it’s in the back freezer.”
“Well, go get it, woman!!”

We walk out with a box of assorted chocolates and a large wedge of cheesecake impaled onto a stick, dipped in semi-sweet chocolate and frozen solid. We figure it will stay frozen or close to it while we make our way to the sex shop.

On the way, we give John a call. I am driving, so Marcus talks. He is very professional; very reassuring. He ends the call by telling John “good luck, and take care,” which I thought was just so nice. Turns out that we are just too rich for John's blood. No worries, though. I get my evening of sex as planned.

On to the toy store.

I need a good-sized butt plug; Marcus has his own agenda. We return home with bags of goodies which I proceed to lay out on the living room sofa, arranging them just so. Marcus is in the kitchen, opening drawers. He returns with two dessert forks.

“What are those for??” I ask.
“Um, the cheesecake? Duh!”
“Fuck forks; they’re an insult to foods on sticks everywhere. Would you eat a popsicle with a spoon?!”
“Okay! No forks! Jeez, woman, get off my fucking back!”

He hands me the cheesecake.

“Though, we really should be naked. I mean, it is so decadent, and we like each others’ nakedness, so this follows. Let’s undress.”

We strip and sit cross-legged on the floor, facing each other. I take a bite. My eyes roll back. This is the best fucking cheesecake I have ever tasted. Marcus agrees, and instructs me not to speak during his food orgasm.

After Marcus takes his second bite, things start to happen. The chocolate coating begins to crack and fall, taking with it glumps of cheesecake. They land on my thigh and my chest. The largest falls between Marcus’s legs. I thought for sure it was all over the carpet.

“Maddie, um, it’s not quite on the carpet.”
“Oh, my Goodness!”

I suck the cheesecake off that boy’s cock and balls. He takes a handful, paints my belly, chest, face and pussy with it, and then licks me clean. Fucks me hard.

Remarkably, the carpet is unstained. We take a quick shower and prepare for the evening ahead.

Did I mention that the cheesecake was damn fucking good?