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Better Than Chocolate	By : JackieLeep Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 5629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own, or have any connection to, Warner Bros., "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," Tim Burton, Johnny Depp, or any persons or companies connected with the movie "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." I Also, the only real person represented in this story is myself, so I have my own permission to be included in this story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, boys and girls, ladies and gents, this IS a Mary Sue story! I know I'm taking a risk by making my first story not only Mary Sue, but Porn Without Plot as well. Also, I realize that I portray situations in this story, such as unprotected sex, that, in real life, would be inadvisable. However, after all, this is FANTASY! This story is (unapologetically) self-indulgent, but writing it has been very stress relieving (and has fueled my imagination for my real-life situations...). I figured, sometimes you gotta say, "Hey, what the hell...why not?"
Additionally, I have used phrases and ideas in this story that I have borrowed from other people. I would especially like to credit the Chicago Tribune movie reviewer, Mike Wilmington, for the phrase, "daffy man-child" which, I feel, describes Johnny Depp's portrayal of Willy Wonka quite beautifully (and, which very aptly describes a really close male friend of mine who has been reaping the benefits of the "sexual energy" that I've been generating due to my fantasies about this latest incarnation of Willy Wonka...).
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As the door opened up on the most amazing landscape I've ever seen, Willy Wonka offered his arm to escort me inside. I was momentarily distracted from the tasty splendor that lay ahead of us - the chocolate waterfall, candy cane trees, marshmallow flowers - by a bit of "tasty splendor" of the non-confectionary variety. Looking up at Willy Wonka's face, I beheld a most luscious mouth that, I thought to myself, was made for sensual pleasures of all kinds.
"Let me show you a really special place in my humble garden of - delights," he said, placing the emphasis on "delights" as he met my gaze with deep violet eyes that seemed to perceive what I was thinking. As he continued to guide me along the rich chocolate river, I pressed myself up against his arm.
We soon walked into a separate, private garden-like area, complete with what appeared to be a wooden bench. "This bench is one of the few things in here that's not made of something edible, " he stated. "After all, we can't have it melting under body heat now, can we?" Willy reached down around my waist teasingly and lightly stroked my lower back, as he met my gaze again. I returned his intent gaze and reached down and suggestively stroked his candy-filled walking stick. He grinned impishly as though picking up on the dirty thoughts I was having at his expense.
Willy Wonka then lead me over to what resembled an oversized "sunflower" with whipped marshmallow in the center, which was next to the bench. He released me long enough to remove his top hat and place it down on the "ground" next to the bench, then placed his walking stick next to it and removed his scarlet coat and draped it over the bench. Willy then reached into the marshmallow "sunflower" and dipped two fingers into the white, frothy substance.
"Here, try some of this," Willy smiled as he brushed his fingers across my lips. I drew in a breath as I placed a hand over his so I could draw his gloved fingers into my mouth as I licked them up and down, ever so slowly, even after the sweet, sticky marshmallow was gone from his fingers. I ran my hands up and down his arm, enjoying the tactile sensation of the soft, smooth fabric of his bright paisley shirt. He worked his fingers in and out of my mouth as he ran the other hand slowly across one of my breasts through my shirt and soft bra, sending warm sensations throughout my body.
"Mmmmm," I thought to myself as Willy Wonka ran his tongue enticingly across his lips, "those luscious, rose-hued lips could use some of my attention!" I reached over to scoop up a bit of the marshmallow froth and brought my fingers up to his mouth and brushed my fingers across his lips. Willy caressed my bare arm up and down with a gloved hand while he stroked the palm of my hand with his other hand, all the while flicking his tongue over my marshmallow-coated fingers. When he flicked his tongue suggestively across the 'V' between my forefinger and index finger, he looked me straight in the eyes and gave a low chuckle, knowing full well of the effect this food foreplay was having on me. His lavender eyes gleamed with the promise of more sensual delights that, I hoped, awaited.
After Willy had licked my fingers clean, he worked his way up my arm and licked his way up to my shoulder. When he moved to my neck, I laced my fingers through his silky hair and pulled his head down toward me.
"Don't be afraid to bite a little," I whispered, even as he bit gently at my neck, sending shivers through my body. I pulled him down further into my neck, encouraging him to bite a bit harder. He then nibbled his way up to my earlobe. When his tongue flicked out at the tip of my earlobe, I let out a whimper. He then pressed his mouth up against my ear, his hot breath sending warm sensations all the way down.
"Ohhh, honey, I think you're liking this so far, aren't you," Willy Wonka cooed in my ear, making me tremble as I managed to moan, "Ohhh, yeah," between breaths. "Well, my dear," Willy said between licks to my earlobe, "there's more to, uh, come." He giggled like a naughty boy at his own play on words before he placed his mouth over mine and pressed himself against me. His tongue slid into my mouth and, as our tongues tangled languorously in a deep, hot kiss, I reached around him and reached under his black vest and savored the sensual feel of his shirt's fabric against his back. I then grabbed onto his firm butt, pulling him into me. I could feel his male hardness through his trousers as I pushed my hips into him. As I moved a hand around toward the top button of his trousers, Willy Wonka playfully smacked my hand away.
"Uh, uh, uh....not yet," he scolded impishly. "You can't see or touch that...just...yet." Willy Wonka gently nipped at the side of my neck, then started working his way downward. "You're gonna come for me first," Willy smiled as he looked up at me before he continued to kiss and nibble his way down toward my breasts. He stopped momentarily when he noticed my small red heart tattoo at the top of my left breast, just above the zipper of my shirt. He ran a gloved finger over it, then ran his tongue over it as though testing to see if it was real. "It's real," I said, even before he asked the question. "I like it," he said before unzipping my shirt all the way down. He then unhooked my bra in the front and cupped my breasts in his hands.
"These are some fantastic tits," Wonka said, wide-eyed with a delighted grin. He rolled my hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the friction of his gloves adding to the pleasurable sensations.
"These cupcakes could use some icing," Willy suddenly said. I was visualizing one of those cartoon light bulbs appearing above his head at that moment. "Don't go away." He placed me down onto the bench, giving one of my nipples a playful flick with a finger.
Willy Wonka reached over to the marshmallow sunflower with both hands and grabbed two handfuls of the marshmallow, which he then slathered onto both of my tits, but leaving my nipples exposed so that my breasts looked, indeed, like two frosted cupcakes with cherries on top. I giggled, which then started Willy giggling as well as he knelt down in front of me and started licking the marshmallow off of me.
My giggling suddenly turned into "ooohhhhh...mmmmmm!" when he began licking my nipples. I plunged my fingers into his hair once again as he gently bit my nipple while flicking his tongue across it. I pressed myself into his mouth to encourage him bite just a little bit harder.
As I moved forward into him, he hooked his thumbs into the bottom of my skirt and pushed it up to my waist. I lifted my hips a bit to facilitate his getting my skirt up out of the way. Feeling Willy Wonka's tongue action on my nipples was getting me really hot to feel his delicious mouth at work elsewhere.
He still had some of the marshmallow on his hands, so he smeared the rest of it onto the insides of my thighs. I half moaned, half growled as I felt the first lick on the inside of one of my thighs, just ever so close to my sheer black panties. I panted and whimpered as he licked his way down one thigh. Suddenly, he placed his mouth completely over my pubic mound and breathed a puff of hot, moist air through my already soaking-wet panties. I let out a yelp as I grabbed onto his hair even harder than I did before, and pushed my hips into his mouth. With his mouth still over me, he let out a deep, almost sinister chuckle. I could feel the resonance throughout my body.
Willy Wonka looked up at me from between my legs and said with a mock pout, "Oh, dear, I do believe you're shaking." He stroked a finger slowly up and down through the wet fabric of my panties. I became even wetter still as his finger kept rubbing through my panties across my throbbing clit as he finished licking the marshmallow from my other thigh. I was aching by now as Willy continued his sweet torture, caressing me ever so slowly. I managed to whimper semi-coherently, "Oh...my God...Willy...please..."
"Please what?" Wonka cooed, as he began to remove my panties. I barely had the presence of mind to lift my hips to allow him to easily remove my panties.
"Please what?" he repeated. He then circled his tongue slowly around my clit. The sensation of his soft hair brushing against my thighs heightened my arousal. "Please...let me...come!" I begged.
"Oh...my dear," Willy murmured between slow licks, "I'll not only let you come," he licked some of my juices from between my pussy lips, "Mmmmm, but...I guarantee," he said as he inserted two fingers inside of me, working them in and out of me. The sound of my wetness combined with the feel of his gloved hands got me even hotter. "I guarantee...I'm going to feel you explode in my mouth." He smiled at me knowingly as he continued to fuck me with his fingers.
"Oh, by the way," Willy continued with a sly grin, "go ahead and scream if you need to!" He then clamped his mouth over my rosebud as he licked and sucked me crazy.
"Dammit, Willy," I gasped, almost roughly grabbing handfuls of his hair on either side of his head, "don't you dare stop now!" I pushed my hips into his mouth and held onto him by his hair as he continued plunging his long fingers in and out of me and licking me toward the edge. I savored the sweet sensations of his fingers, mouth, and tongue, along with the feeling of his silky hair through my fingers and against my thighs, before I came, shaking and screaming, not caring if every single Oompa-Loompa in the factory could hear me.
"Mmmmm!" I could hear and feel Willy moan with great satisfaction, his mouth still on me.
"Wow!" he exclaimed as he looked up at me with his daffy man-child expression, his violet eyes agleam and his rose-hued lips glistening with my juices. "That was really...intense!" After he pulled his gloved fingers out of me, he licked them as though they were covered in chocolate. I then leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth getting, admittedly, turned on again by the taste and scent of myself on Willy Wonka's luscious lips. I kissed my way over to his right ear and flicked my tongue across his earlobe.
"I would love to have your cock in my mouth." I purred into his ear. I could feel him shiver against me as I placed my arms around him under his arms to help him stand up. When he was on his feet, I pulled his soft paisley shirttail out of his pants so I could reach under his shirt and feel his soft skin. I ran my hands across his smooth back and chest as I pressed myself against the bulge in his trousers.
Willy Wonka ran his fingers through my short-cropped hair as I said, "Would you take off your shirts? I would love to feel more of you." He obliged, pulling the black vest over his head, being careful not to get the silver chain with the Austrian crystal tangled up. Then, after removing his "W" brooch and placing it on top of his coat, he unbuttoned his bright paisley shirt and removed it while I caressed his manhood through his black trousers.
I kissed and licked his bare skin just above the button on his pants. After I undid the button, I slid a hand down in between his silk shorts and body, running my fingers further down to feel his soft pubic hair. Willy moaned deeply, and his breathing became heavier as my hand brushed against the moist tip of his penis.
I removed my hand just long enough to unzip his trousers and push them down over his hips, followed by his maroon silk shorts, as his substantial member sprang free of the confines of his trousers.
I moaned as I beheld Willy Wonka's beautiful cock jutting out from between his long, magnificent legs. I wrapped one hand around him and, as I ever so carefully licked and sucked underneath the base of his cock, I inhaled deeply of his body's scent, which was a heady blend of chocolate, his sex, and what seemed to be an exotic, earthy, musky fragrance oil.
I was getting aroused all over again as I licked my way slowly up the underside of his penis. When I reached the tip, I circled my tongue around the head while stroking him slowly with my hand. I flicked my tongue across the sensitive ridge underneath and below the tip. I took note of his moans of "Oh...yesss. That's good...mmmm," and of his increasingly heavier breathing.

"I want you to come in my mouth," I moaned, then took as much of him as I could. I worked my mouth up and down on him while also using my hands. I became more and more excited by his growls and moans of pleasure as he held onto my hair with both hands. I was getting so turned on that I slipped one hand down between my legs and started stroking my clit.
"Oh, yeah, honey, you really like sucking cock, don't you?" Willy Wonka purred. "Mmmmm!" was all the response I could manage while not missing a single stroke of my mouth on his cock.
As I rubbed my clit faster, I heard, " Yesss, open up your legs so I can see you play with yourself. Ohhhh...I like that!" Willy Wonka was turning me on like a son-of-a-bitch, talking dirty like that, and I was doing everything I could to coax more sweet-nasty words from those tasty lips of his. I opened my legs up wider and slid my fingers inside of myself, hoping to egg him on.
"Oooh, honey...that's it, you sweet sexy bitch! Let me watch you come...that's it!" Between feeling him in my mouth, and his talking dirty, I was hotter than hell all over again!
"Keep sucking me, honey, 'cause I'm gonna give you what you want!" Willy Wonka hissed between ragged breaths. I plunged my fingers in and out of myself while hitting my spot just right as I worked my mouth and hands up and down Willy's cock. As I orgasmed, I half moaned, half screamed with my mouth still on him, sending the vibrations through his cock and his whole body. Moments later, I felt him tighten his grip on my hair as he came, his sweet juices shooting into my mouth as I swallowed every drop of him.
I felt Willy's legs collapse beneath him as I reached up to try to hold him up, but he fell down, pulling me down from the bench on top of him. My head rested on his chest, and I could feel rise and fall of his still-heavy breathing. Willy managed to giggle like a silly kid and exclaim, "Oh....wow!!" between breaths. I was gasping for air as I just kept repeating, "Damn...damn," over and over. I wasn't going to be able to move any time soon, and neither was he. We lay there on the "ground," not able to move for I don't know how long before he pulled me up toward him and kissed me, rolling both of us over on our sides. We resigned ourselves to not being able to move anywhere in any great hurry and, with various articles of clothing half on, half off, we fell off to sleep right there.
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I don't know how long we'd been asleep before I slowly opened my eyes to see Willy Wonka's own violet eyes open up and look straight into my eyes.
"Hi!" he grinned mischievously. "Aren't we a pretty sight!" Willy said as he reached over and stroked one of my nipples.
Whoa! I was beginning to heat up all over again! I wanted to feel him inside of me so badly...damn!
As though he read my mind, Willy Wonka reached underneath my blouse and ran his hand slowly along my back. "Let's get the rest of these clothes off and get naked!" he said with a sly smile.
After we both removed whatever clothes we had left on, including his gloves, he pulled me over to him and kissed me deeply as his hand trailed down between my legs. I draped one leg over him so that he could easily stroke my hot, wet rosebud. I reached over and caressed his smooth, pale chest before my hand trailed down to his already-hard manhood. I stroked him slowly, enjoying the feel of him getting harder in my hand, while he continued to rub and caress me where it felt the most good... Right then and there, I longed to wrap myself around him and feel that big, hard cock thrusting in and out of me!
"Willy! Fuck me...please!" I growled into his ear. I then clamped my mouth over his and kissed him hotly again.
Without breaking lip contact, he rolled me over onto my back, then guided himself into me. I momentarily broke the kiss and gasped when I felt his cock sliding into me. I slid my hands down his smooth back and grabbed his firm ass. I pulled him further into me while I wrapped my legs around his waist so I could get the maximum pleasurable sensations.
"Mmmm...you're really hot and wet!" he purred as he grinded himself into me so that he hit everything just right. "You really like getting fucked, don't you, my dear?" he said as I opened my legs wider and gripped his ass even tighter. "Ohhh, yes, that feels sooo damn good," I gasped.
I had the sudden urge to have him pin me down by my wrists and slam fuck me. I brought my hands up across his back and placed them above my head. "Hold me down by my wrists...please! I want you to give it to me really hard and rough...please, Willy!" I begged.
Willy Wonka obliged me and grabbed my wrists and thrusting into me even harder and deeper, eliciting a moan from me. "Ohhhhh, yeah, you like a rough fucking, don't you?" He held my wrists tighter as he kept driving his cock into me. "Is this what you want, you hot, wild woman?" His deep violet eyes met locked intently onto mine. "Just...keep...fucking me...don't you dare stop!" I barely managed to gasp. "Ohhh, yes Willy, you sweet...fucking...candy man! Give it to me hard!"
"I wouldn't dream of stopping now, baby! I want to feel that pussy squeezing my cock!" Willy pressed his mouth roughly over mine and pushed his tongue inside as I began to tremble with the onset of my orgasm. I grinded my hips harder and faster into him and, with his mouth still over mine, I moaned loudly as my orgasm overtook me, exploding through my body.
As I writhed beneath Willy's body, he released his hold on my wrists and broke mouth-to-mouth contact. "C'mon, rake your nails across my back!" he urged. When I complied, his breathing became even harder as he came, moaning with profound pleasure. When his orgasm subsided, his eyes seemed to roll up into his head as he collapsed on top of me. "Ohhh, yeah," he exclaimed breathlessly as he slid down onto his side. We were both huffing and puffing as though we just ran from one end of the factory to the other.
I just kept muttering, "Breathe...breathe..." as much to myself as to Willy. Now, for certain, we weren't going anywhere in any hurry. It seemed like we were going to have to just lay there and vegetate a while in Willy Wonka's private corner of his garden of eatin'...
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