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Nigella Ch. 01

By: movies_maidens_n_manmeat



Chapter 1: Dear Nigella

To Nigella Lawson, food writer and TV cook.

Dear Nigella, 

When I watch you on TV I can’t help dreaming away. You always look stunning to me with your long, chestnut brown locks and that sexy, coy smile; a hot woman who loves to eat and knows the way to my heart and other parts of my body. I am considered a tough guy (translated in your English: a tough bloke) but when I see you cooking on TV, I feel myself melting like a pat of butter in a frying pan (although at another location I am stiffening considerably).

You look always extraordinarily beautiful. For the first time in my life I am watching cook shows, just to see you walk around behind the counter, to see those wonderful arms moving. I wished such a domestic goddess would come over to cook in my kitchen. My secret wish is I could recreate the famous food scene from the movie 9½ weeks with you. Why are you always so buttoned up? Why do you hide your buns behind that blue jacket? Only once I read that when you were making crepes in one of your programs, the camera’s focus seemed to be on your breasts. Show more of the wonderfully rounded shoulders you have, and your marvelous skin. And then that provocative British accent! When I hear you say “then add some peppaaah” I feel completely peppered up. 

As I watch your show, I feel myself floating away to Fantasyland. When I see you kneading the minced meat, I feel your hand lovingly kneading my tender flesh. When you are making sausages, I imagine you are taking care of mine. When you are holding eggs with those long slender hands I can feel those hands around mine. No, you don’t have to shell my eggs from their packaging. Just weigh those jewels in the palm of your hands. Then sniff at their hairy enclosure for any aroma and it will make my blood boil. Other than in regular eggs, inside mine you will find something more exquisite than yolk. It is a creamy liquid, aged for days at a temperature, just below the regular body temperature. It is periodically shaken, not stirred, and the way it should be tasted is another story. It is not just a tasting; it should be celebrated like a religious experience. You should kneel down with your heads up. Then stick out your tongue and it will be placed right there like the way you receive a consecrated host. When you gulp the sacred drink, you can be sure you will be absolved from all dirty desires you ever had.

I salivate when you demonstrate your recipe for fried onion rings. They look delicious and wonderfully crispy. When you show the camera the onion rings with the delightful brown edges, my thoughts seek free rein. How can I persuade you to bend over deeply and show me the onion ring you keep concealed under your slacks. How appealing your onion ring will be with those ultra-thin radiating grooves, all ending in that magic chute? I like to touch it with the top of my finger, just to feel the relief of those tiny ribs.

“Would you like to have a taste?”

Of course you do, you are a cook, you like to taste your own stuff. I will let my finger go round and round your brown onion. It feels so nice, Nigella, it has a nice feel of elasticity. Look, here is my finger, you can taste it, just like you taste your own finger on TV. Yes, take the top in your mouth and smile at me. Oh, you would like to taste something else? My asparagus tip? Asparagus tips are considered a delicacy and rightly so. So never take the whole head directly in your mouth. Don’t be greedy and first start by licking along the ridge of that lovely bulb, all around the whole circle. Then massage the spongy tissue with your lips. Lick your way down along the broad spear to the dangling appendices and work your way back to the top. Then, and only then, the time has come for you to take the whole tip in your mouth and let it roll gently on your tongue. 

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Enough about your TV programs; what about my secret wish for you to be my special guest for some cooking in my kitchen? Come in, enter my condo, how are you doing? Thank you I am doing terrific. This is my kitchen; you can change here. I told you how I hate those high collared sweaters, so I hope you brought something else; you can change here, in the guestroom.

Oh, Nigella, I love your apron! Nice cleavage! I knew you would have nice boobs. I bet they will be nicely pear-shaped with the same freckles on the upside you have on your nose. 

Oh, Nigella, now I see your back… you are completely nude under your apron! I can see your whole backside, your thighs, and your glorious bum… Let me take you in my arms and kiss you welcome in my kitchen. I can put a hand in your cleavage, get my fingers all around your ripe mellow pears and rub your bum against my… Whaaat? Cool down, Nigella. Don’t get mad. No, I don’t think you are an easy lay. I wouldn’t dare. Yes, I invited you to do some cooking and I know you are always serious about cooking. I didn’t know you like to cook like this when you are at home. OK I will be serious, let’s start with the appetizer.

Artichoke with cream cheese

I know what artichokes are. An artichoke heart is reality a flower. That’s the reason it is surrounded by several leaves. Of course you prefer fresh artichoke hearts. I happen to have a home-grown artichoke at hand. Wait a minute… here it is. Let me show you the delicate proud of my kitchen. Look my homegrown artichoke sometimes produce a drop of natural milk under its outer leaf. These drops of milk can accumulate under the folds forming a natural wrapping for the artichoke heart. The local humid subtropical conditions lead to a curdling of the milk and ultimately to the deposit of soft, cream cheese. You can have a tasting by retreating the protecting fold and scooping the cheese, accumulated under the elevated ridge. The fold is very delicate; I think the best way to do it is by your lips. Yesss… easy, easy. Do you see that creamy stuff under the ridge? That’s it! Scoop it up with your tongue! Oh, Nigella, it’s delicious. Do you think too? Take some more, lick it all up. Yesss…

Meat sausage with mustard

My homemade sausage is the special of the house, so I made all the preparations before you arrived. I can present it to you because I am just done. Doesn’t it look beautiful? Thank you, I think it looks tasty too. I like the way you take the sausage in your hands and slide it under your nose like a fat cigar. I can see you are a real aficionado. Take a nice sniff and let the subtle aroma tickle your senses. How would you like to have my meat sausage? Pure first, and then with mustard? Looks like a good plan to me, I’m out of mustard however. Oh, you brought your own? Cool. You look so nice, kneeled down before me. I’ll serve my sausage straight first. 

Oh, Nigella, the way you eat it is beautiful, taking it all in, sucking and licking it. Now let me put it in your mustard jar. It looks nice with its stylized brown flower as decoration. I’m putting it in now, in that beautiful mustard jar. Don’t get excited, you will get your sausage in a minute. Here it is, this is even a bigger one, and it has you personal creamy mustard all over. You are closing your eyes while I slide it in your mouth, just to taste and enjoy it better. Let me get you another serving of dip. I feel so honored you find my meat sausage tasty enough to have it dipped in your mustard pot.

I think I have an even better sauce. Did you ever have my mustard-cream sauce? I knew you would be interested. Now resume your position, because I have to do some pumping and shaking. Be patient, Nigella, I guarantee the result will be unbelievable. My gaawd… it feels so nice, I mean I feel it will taste so nice. Now I am withdrawing my spout. Stand still, Nigella, it’s spurting out.

My freshly made cream, it fills the triangle of your chute, it is sliding down slowly. Now I am bringing in my ladle, it feels so gooood… yes, yessss! Shake it, Nigella, shake with me. The cream, it is overflowing, it is overflowing from your chute. It looks so good, I will take out my ladle. The mustard-cream looks so rich and yet so light. Come over and kneel down for me… Now lick it…! Your close your eyes when you lick it… Isn’t it delicious? Will you put this recipe in one of you cook books? You want more? You would like your mouth around it…?

“Mike, WAKE UP…!! “You are dozing off! Come on, man; wake up; you are on the job!”

Startled, I opened my eyes. Where was I…? It was my buddy Jake; he was right. I must have dozed off during my shift. My dream… it was just a dream!

Damn!!!

And Nigella hadn’t even tasted my chocolate mousse yet!

DAMN!

To be continued.

Please vote if you like the story. 

I would like to thank my editor JayneC for her valuable contribution.

Nigella Ch. 02



The first chapter on Nigella Lawson was published earlier.

Chapter 2: Sweet Nigella 

My agent called to tell he had a bodyguard job for me. I told him I was not interested because I hadn't done it for years and I was more in movie security now. He said that it was for one week only, it paid well, and it was for a British lady.

"Why me?"

"You did a bodyguard job for a British lady some years ago and she gave us a strong recommendation" 

I remembered vividly, but that was another story. My agent then told me the lady was a cook.

"I am not a kindergarten-cop, neither a cook-babysitter"

"Wait Mike, she is a star TV-cook and quite a character."

He gave more details. She would be in New York for ten days in the Waldorf Astoria. We would occupy a suite with two bedrooms, separated by a meeting and reception room, an arrangement we used earlier. He also promised to send me some videos with her programs. 

I must admit I was impressed. The lady wasn't a gray-haired granny in the 70s, but a sensational brunette in her late thirties. I've never seen a sexy cook but if there was one, she was the real deal. I noticed I started looking for her TV-shows. I even had daydreams about her. When I picked her up at JFK on a Friday, I had great expectations. Reality was even better than TV. Nigella was an attractive lady with long, chestnut brown locks and the same sexy, coy smile she showed on TV. But now straight directed at me! She had that attractive, pale-white, sensitive-to-the-sun type of skin, you often see in upper-class British women. It is a skin only seen in the breed of Lords and Ladies. How do they get it? Is it by the damp and humid weather at their rural estates and hunting lodges? By the chocolates and scones of their afternoon tea? Those ladies always look classy. Since their skin is silently crying out loud come-on-and fuck-me, they need only grant you a smile as a come-on.

Another chapter are their mammaries. You cannot call them breasts, and even less boobs or tits, because these proud elevations are something special. They are often neatly hidden, so nothing is visible and you can only guess. In these modern times some ladies permit a look in their staggering cleavage. Only a few gentlemen are so lucky to ever have full disclosure. Look, I saw several playmates and Hollywood stars. Most of them, like Demi Moore, have beautiful boobs. Their plastic surgeons surely did a terrific job and gave those stars a good run for their money. But what you see in the British upper class is on a different mammary level. When you ever come in the situation being allowed to handle a pair of these wonders of the world, any need for Viagra is superfluous. You are looking for a special word for these miracles like 'beautiful', 'great', 'spectacular', 'magnificent', 'sensational' but all these words were insufficient to describe their glory. In Great Britain you would call them superb.

From our first meeting Nigella proved to be quite a character. She had a very classy and yet natural demeanor, she was very intelligent and yet sexy without even trying. I desperately tried to keep a pure professional attitude and I honestly thought I did a pretty good job. Yet I sometimes had the feeling she plainly looked through me and could read into my thoughts, which were quite indecent verging on obscene. From the first day we met I had to beat my meat at night to give myself some relieve and be able to present myself the next day with a cool professional attitude.

It was not too difficult to care of her security during her trips to her publishers and her appointments with the talk show circuit. More difficult to handle was her wish to do some jogging in Central Park after sunset. I advised her against it, but she seemed to consider my worries about her safety as typical American exaggeration. I had no choice than do some jogging with her, but she seemed to enjoy breaking away from me now and then. 

The inevitable happened even sooner than expected. On Tuesday evening Nigella again set in a sprint, almost teasingly breaking away from me. Because she ran through a gentle curve, I temporarily lost sight of her. When I accelerated to get her in sight, I saw a tall black guy threatening her with a knife and heard her screaming for help. Cursing, I ran as quickly as I could to her help. When I reached them the black guy had his hand raised and I was just in time to knock it out. The guy immediately went on the run. I hesitated for a moment but when I saw a cop approaching, I set in the pursuit. Unfortunately the guy was faster then me and I had to let him go. When I returned to her, I saw Nigella understandably was shaken. I stayed with her to the police station for all the paperwork. Only when we were in the hotel she calmed down and I put her to bed to recuperate. 

It was in the midst of the night I heard some sounds at the connecting door. It was Nigella, in simple pajama's, her eyes dark and red.

"I can't sleep... can I come over here, to your room...?"

Of course she could. She crept in my bed and instinctively slided next to me, her head on my shoulder. She liked to sleep with just a pajama jacket and a tiny G-string. I only had a short view of her legs and before I turned out the light I saw the upper part of her pajama coat had fallen open... It would be so easy to give some comfort, to slide my hands in that opening and provide some body warmth. It was not the gentleman way to do. It is not done to save a lady from a rapist and then tumble with her into your bed. Of course I might only have a look, just a peek, as a small tip for a service rendered. I clinched my jaws; I was stupid to act like a gentleman. Stupid... real stupid! With her head resting on my shoulder I couldn't even beat myself off, just embrace her.

When I awoke she already left for her own bedroom. Nigella seemed OK and we did her scheduled program: a TV-show and an interview. At the end of the day we had some coffee together. To keep her thoughts occupied I discussed some American cuisines with her, like Californian, Tex-Mex and Cajun. She seemed interested in Cajun, so I talked with her about crawfish étouffé, jambalaya and blackened chicken. I also told her about a popular American dessert like chocolate-dipped strawberries. It was nice to see her being her old self again, the spark returned to her eyes, the blush returned to her cheeks, and of course to have that coy smile back. I took her to a small Cajun restaurant before we returned to our hotel. She wished me good night before retreating to her own bedroom. So, in that regard, the old situation was re-established.

About twenty minutes after I turned in, I heard some sounds at the connecting door again. This time Nigella was dressed to kill, no pajamas but transparent lingerie reaching only just over her G-string and it seemed her smile this time implied a promise.

"I need you." She simply said. I had some idea what she needed me for. Before I met her, I did my research and from her website I knew she lost her husband some time ago, and she had two daughters. Being a widow and TV-personality of upper class heritage, I could imagine the difficulties for her to fulfill certain needs, certainly living in the traditional British society and having two children around. 

"Tell me what you need me for." I said hoarsely.

She approached me and put her arms around my neck.

"Just do me, love...!" It was not a request but an order.

Holy cooks, I wanted her! I felt like an overheated teen when I stripped down her lingerie and then the panorama of her mountain range opened and I finally could see them. They were superb, even more beautiful than I imagined, two ripe substantial pears, widening at the side, quivering restlessly before my eyes. Her legs were slender but fleshy, creamy white and smooth. Her thighs shook lightly as she peeled down her G-string. The triangle covering her modesty showed a considerable wet spot in front. Her breasts, her hips and her buttocks: perhaps they were a bit too heavy according to modern taste. This was a woman who liked to taste and eat. But her dimensions were perfect for me. I love to feel full warm flesh under my fingers, to feel a springy chassis under my thrusting hips.

Nigella smiled at me when she noticed how I scrutinized her nude body. It looked as if she apologized for her beauty. I had wonderful plans for this body. It was prime meat; it would be worthwhile to take some time for marinating, to make the flesh even more flavorful. Only then I would roast this wonderful body nice and slowly, turning it over and over a low fire. Simmering the meat in its own fat, letting the natural juices sizzle till the skin would be hot and crispy. Only when she was fuming, rich in natural juices I would taste it, only taking small bites, making it a long, almost endless feast of tastes and aromas. 

"I will have you for dinner, dear. Let's have the amuse first"

A little amusement, a little tease. I took one those cute ankles in my hand and kissed it. Nigella gasped in surprise and agony. I knew she hadn't expected an American, just a bodyguard, would have the finesse to stir her senses like this. Now she knew she had to prepare for a long night, for a long night indeed... I shifted to her other ankle and then proceeded along her firm calf. Teasing the hollows of both her knees was quite arousing, but the real fun started when I reached her thighs. Rich and fleshy, I gnawed at them like they were short ribs. Her thighs were deliciously soft and tender, wetted by her sweat now breaking out of her pores. 

"I like some seafood as appetizer. What about some oysters?"

Nigella didn't answer, she was just panting with her thighs wide open. For the first time I had really a full unobstructed view of her rich dark bush. The younger generation is used to trim or shave their pubic hairs. What a relief to have a woman, not afraid to show her lover a triangle in all its richness with its entire spectrum of aromas. Most spectacular of all was the pink slit in all its seductive beauty, the hairy oyster, just waiting to be consumed. Respectful I knelt between her pale-white thighs, bending over to pay tribute to her shrine.

Her pink oyster tasted delicious, salty with a slight sweaty aroma. I let my tongue swipe the edge before my lips sucked in the juice from the fleshy shell. I rotated my head, digging in deeper, determined to suck the last drop of this aristocratic cunt. I heard her moaning swelling which was like beautiful music to my ears. She whispered soft hoarse words of encouragement. Her hands were stirring though my hair and her firm thighs held me in place as if I ever would try to escape from this sweet tasting. Now I knew how a horny lady tastes, a very horny lady indeed...

Suddenly my lips found a pearl, a rarity when you are slurping an oyster. I couldn't believe it and to be sure, I took it between my teeth to see it was for real. Yes, it was definitely harder than the mellow tissue my mouth just met. Nigella was so touched, she tuned up her singing considerably higher. I remained unperturbed and continued my exploration of her magic pearl. Only when I heard her sobbing, I knew it was time for the next course.

"What about some white meat as an entremets? Chicken breast may be?"

The raw material was flawless and looked appetizing. It needed some preparatory treatment though, some manual attention. I took those superb orbs in my hands; they felt... superb! I mauled and kneaded them like dough, trying to reshape them in search of the mystic crowns. And then they're there: the two ravishing raisins, rising from their brown flowerbed, the proud nipples shaking on those marvelous mountains. I applied the technique that proved so successful, taking the gems between my teeth and chewing them, biting them, soft at first but soon applying more force, more and more... Nigella was weeping and sobbing in agony, begging for the main course.

"What do you think, Nigella? Are you ready for consumption?"

"Yes, please, yessss..."

Nigella was more than ready, her flesh all pink and tender, her juices flowing from all the right openings. I had my meat prepared for a joined experience, for an exchange of sauces and juices. Nigella held had her hot oven open and ready, I could just slide my meat in and I did. It felt like sliding a thick sausage in a hot casserole, hot sizzling fluid encompassing my tender flesh. 

The time for fun and games was over, Nigella needed serious fucking and she needed it bad. Her cunt felt like a bath of hot boiling oil massaging me over the total length my rod. I felt myself consumed in her glorious hot wetness. I kissed her, pressing my mouth on hers, rotating my mouth, making delightful friction with those lips that tempted me from the first time I saw her. She was all over me, her arms, her hands, her legs; I felt them moving over me, giving, surrendering. Her thighs formed a warm cradle for my hips. I loved the bouncing of her bottom, even better: the bouncing of her bum. When I rubbed my pumping iron against her clit, I felt her body melting and I did to her what she needed, instinctively finding her G-spot and blasting her to oblivion with an orgasm that seemed last forever.

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She recuperated slowly while I just enjoyed myself, enclosed by her sweet sweaty body.

"That was unbelievable..." She said, and after a minute when she felt my cock still in her wet sheath "... what can I do for you, dear?"

"You were not bad yourself." I smiled and kissed her lips again.

She held my head and looked at me with those eyes...

"I think you are a pervert, come on... you want something special, do you?"

The lady had good instincts and saw right through me.

"I bet you have a tasty ass...!"

Her eyes still were trying to read my mind.

"Did you ever tasted a cock right from your ass?"

"My, my... You really have a dirty fetish, have you, dear...? You shall have to force me!"

She gave me a wink before she turned around. I sighed: always something kinky with those English ladies. I looked at her large, round buttocks, quivering like gelatin, split by the long deep crevice of her ass. It was a perfect ass to fuck; those firm yet springy seat-cushions would be a wonderful bumper. Her dark brown crater in the center of the pale-white mountains would be a perfect target. I saw some cute baby hairs round her tightly closed back entrance and touched them with an exploring finger. She shook her bum in appreciation.

When I spread her two bum cheeks, I saw the brown diamond around the small inviting hole. I accepted the invitation and put my finger in. Her sphincter was tight and I started loosening it up by seesawing my finger in her chute. 

"Would you like a taste of your own ass?"

She looked at me reproachfully, but she licked my fingertip obediently like it just was dipped in a delicate sauce. I think she liked it and I had her have a second taste just to be sure. Yet tasting from a finger was just a substitution, so I prepared Nigella to lick her juice from the real thing. She moaned when she felt my stirring stick knocking against against her back door. I decided to force my way in, not too fast but fast enough to let her feel the stretch and scream. 

"Aaaaaaah...!"

I felt how her sphincter clasped the fat head of my cock, bringing me a sharp shot of joy. I had an urgent need now; I needed my whole cock enclosed over its whole length. I heard her whimper when I thrust in slowly farther, agonizing slow till I reached the limit. Her ass was like a tight glove gripping my cock in an iron hot fist, squeezing... squeezing even more. Damn, I need some wet soothing relief and I knew exactly where to get it. 

I pulled out... and yanked her shoulders back. Nigella turned her face to me, her eyes wandering between my eyes and the throbbing flesh pillar in front of her face. She still looked reproachful but her lips widened a bit. I let my shaft rest at the ledge formed by her lips and she started to lick it. It was unbelievable sensation those sexy lips moving over my cock, her tongue licking along the shaft while she kept looking at me with those wonderful brown eyes. 

"Take it in your mouth, dear. Taste the whole thing." 

I didn't have to worry about resistance; I saw it in her face. She wanted to please me, to give me pleasure as she had enjoyed. She opened her mouth wider and put my penis all the way in till the head touched the back of her throat. Even when she deep-throated my meat, she kept looking at me. 

"Let's do it again, now without your hands..."

The second time was even better. The penetration went smoothly and I could just enjoy the hot containment of her ass lovingly masturbating the whole length of my dick. I fucked her long, hard and deep, till I couldn't stand it anymore and let my flesh escape from her hungry crater. The long intense fucking had created a beautiful gape between those two magical mountains. As soon as she felt emptiness in her bum, Nigella turned around and allowed me to arrange her head just beneath my dangling log.

"You pervert...!" she said before opening her mouth.

"You have a beautiful mouth, dear" I replied before I lowered my tasty meat between her lips.

After the scorching hot desert of her ass, her mouth was wet a cool relief. Shuddering I went through the exquisite massage of her cheeks and the mischievous lashing of her tongue. The knowledge I performed these lascivious acts with a sophisticated lady, providing me with all the benefits of her advanced fellatio technique even doubled my pleasures. It was so deliciously wicked and Nigella was so complete in her surrender. It tasted of something. 

"Third time lucky." I said.

Willingly Nigella assumed her crawling position again. Her gape obscenely winked at me. I had a sudden, sadistic urge to rape her rear savagely, to ram here mercilessly in her helpless dark hole. When I suddenly felt her superb orbs in my hands, I didn't resist my urge. I just let go and I had my way in her arse like a savage. Nigella didn't seem to mind. She hit back by torturing my spear in the melting heat of her purgatory, whipped back her bum, moaning and groaning continuously. When I pulled out her battered bung released me only with the sound of a loud 'plop'.

"Deep throat, with your hands on your back!" I commanded.

She looked at me with that aggrieved expression on her face I found incredibly sexy, but she knelt down with her hands on her back all right. Yet she had something to say...

"You baahsted!"

It didn't help her case calling me a bastard with that English accent. It just pumped me up even more, but may be that was her intention after all! I gripped her head and yanked her lips over my slimy member. My growl of ecstasy drowned out her muffled protests. All the same the way her tongue slithered over my overheated member was pure delight and the way she held up her head showed her total surrender. I kept just pumping ad fucking that wonderful, wonderful mouth. The mouth that intrigued me from the first time I saw her on video. 

Let me serve up your dessert, strawberry in white dip sauce.

Her pale-white bottom, divided by that brown schism whose edges were so charmingly decorated by those charming baby down hairs, was a portrait of pure, innocent obscenity. I held my whipped cream sprayer over the dark chute and let my white fluid stream out in gush after gush. The abundance led to the creation of a fluid surface between her cheeks like a mountain lake amidst two snow-covered heights.

Even after this outburst my precious strawberry held its considerable width. I kept the nervous bulb happy by dipping it in the white creamy fluid and pushing it behind the keeper of her hind gate. The rubbing against the muscular protector of her anal corridor revived the juicy fruit even more. Nothing but the best for the ladies I am entertaining, surely for my guests from abroad. I pushed my member even deeper in the white chocolate dip, making sure it took some personal flavors of my honored guest.




Nigella Ch. 02



"Dessert is served, the special of the house, the Strawberry Kiss."

During our culinary conversations I had told Nigella about 'Hershey's Kisses', classic American chocolate candies since 1907! Being extremely popular, it became a registered trademark and machines for mass production. Another Hershey product, especially popular at Valentine's Day, are the Hershey Hugs, mini-kisses hugged by white chocolate. She confided to me she didn't care too much for Hershey's chocolates. Reason enough for me to create my own variant of the old American classis: my Strawberry Kiss, a fruity strawberry, savored in Nigella's own chocolate canal and hugged in white chocolate made to a traditional family recipe. 

"To enjoy these American delicacies, you have to take one complete in your mouth." I told her.

Inexplicably Nigella showed not much interest for my historical exposé and the recipe that has been in my family for several generations. For some reason she stubbornly jammed her jaws together. I saw no reason for her attitude. My philosophy is Do in Rome like the Romans do. The red strawberry looked so tasty with its white chocolate covering. Of course there is a very efficient solution to overcome the resistance of picky female guests in such situations. Nigella had a beautiful classic nose, straight with two subtly curving nostrils. I let my finger tenderly caress the ridge. Nigella still had her jaws clinched together. Deliberately I took my time, prolonging the anticipation of the inevitable, letting her wait for her own defeat... Even squeezing her nose I did nice and slowly until all air was completely shut off from her. Nigella performed her part in making this a perfect tease. She moaned and shook her head in despair but she kept looking at me with eyes, begging for sperm, and when she finally opened her mouth it was completely, turning her head to me in unconditional surrender... What a woman! She took my whole strawberry in her mouth and started sucking immediately. I took her head in my hands and fucked her face at least fifteen minutes in different positions till I dropped my second load of cream on the back of her tongue. I saw her swallow my after-dinner drink with her eyes closed.

Aaah, I will never forget my sweet Nigella...

To be continued.

Please vote if you like the story. 

I would like to thank my editor JayneC for her valuable contribution. 



Nigella Ch. 03



Ch. 3 Nasty Nigella 

The first two chapters on Nigella Lawson were published earlier.

The morning after that unforgettable first night, Nigella had to do a couple of TV talk shows. While she did the shows I had ample time to think how to proceed further. I would love to spend the following evenings together to update her practical knowledge of intense, dirty sex. Reviewing the events of the day before, I had a hunch what she would like the most. We were munching a hot dog at the sidewalk outside the studio building when I made my opening move.

“You have been out of circulation for quite some time. What you need is some training in dirty sex. We have that beautiful body of yours in tiptop working order again.” 

“I didn’t hear you complain last night.” She snapped.

“It can be more fun if you would do the really nasty things…”

“More naaahsty things…? My gooohd… what you did to me last night…!”

“It was a start. You like some bondage and spanking too, do you…?”

When she didn’t answer right away, I knew enough and gripped her by her arms.

“Only nasty girls deserve to be spanked.” I whispered in her ear. “The nastier they get, the more painful their punishment…!”

Obviously I was right on the button because I felt her shiver.

“Think how far you would like that pale-white ass of you to be smacked: pink, medium-rare or saignant? “ I continued. 

I felt her body melting, but she managed to regain her composure.

“Promises, promises…” I heard her voice cracking in anticipation. It was a promising sign. 

After lunch Nigella spent time promoting her book but after 4 pm we took the time to go shopping in preparation of our home entertainment in the evenings. I couldn’t resist hinting about our coming activities of the night, even secretly touching her at the right places now and then. I noticed it made my dear protégée quite edgy. I hoped it made her horny because during our shopping spree I developed some very interesting ideas for the evening. If I was right, the night might be something very special. We had an early bird dinner at the hotel, so we could retire early to start Nigella’s refresher course in dirty sex.

“I think you first need to update your nasty oral sex.” 

“I beg you paaahdon, I already sucked off your dirty cooohk…!” Nigella said indignantly.

“Not bad,” I said soothingly. “But we need to dig deeper into the matter. Be a good girl, pull on that red outfit and get your sweet ass moving.”

It took her quite some time to change but when she re-emerged the results proved to be spectacular. The top was in meshy black, just meshy enough to let her two main attractions shine through. Her high boots were not in black this time, but in shiny dark red leather. I let her check the height of the heels; they should be long enough for her to grasp them completely by her fist. Nigella looked startled but she would understand the significance in due time. 

Her G-string was something special. The thong separating her pale bottom cheeks was in red, but the triangle covering her honey pot was in black. The front was a two-piece, the left and right part held together by a series of cute red bow ties, which would take some time to knot together nicely. The triangle was lined by black fur, just to let the message out that the owner was an expensive high fashion brat. 

“Very sexy.” I said, taking her in my arms.

I took her face between my hands and put two fingers against her lips. When her lips opened, my fingers slipped in, feeling the warm wetness of her mouth. It was my way of telling her the session on oral sex had started. She closed her eyes and started sucking my fingers, acknowledging she received my message. Automatically she sank to her knees, rubbing her face against the bulge in my pants. Her hands went to my zip. 

“No hands…!”

I decided to let her clearly know who was in charge from now.

“Open my zip with your mouth.”

She looked up at me. A blush appeared on her cheeks when she took the hook of my zipper down with her teeth. The zip was tight and she to work hard to pull it down. Eagerly she grabbed in the opening to find her prize.

“I said No hands…! Girls who don’t listen have to learn the hard way!”

Calmly I took two leather straps from my pocket and before Nigella knew I had each of her wrists tied to the pillars at the foot of the bed. Her eyes opened wide and she started to struggle. 

“No… no, I won’t…”

However, her resistance was too little too late and her struggle just let her superb breasts bounce even more invitingly. I ripped the meshy cover apart and warmed my hands cupping those magnificent mounds. She obviously liked the way I ripped her cute lingerie apart because her nipples were already hard at the first touch. I started working on them with my nails. Teasing nipples with the sharp edge of newly trimmed nails often offers me great results. With Nigella the result was spectacular. I felt her luxuriant body melting away in my arms; her sighs and moans increased in frequency and the higher pitch reflected the rising urgency in her needs. 

I had difficulty remaining in control myself. My erection had grown to its full eight inches, it felt dry and need some wet relief urgently. Nigella, with her arms wide spread, her wrists tied to the posts, her neck resting against the mattress, her head facing my menacing mast with her mouth slightly open, made an inviting target. I saw her eyes were fixed at the mouth-watering sight of my arrogant flagpole. The next moment the time for watering was over, since my cock was solidly buried behind those cute lips, enjoying the warm wetness of her mouth. 

To have a better edge, I rested my knees on the bed with her head in between. Nigella had to bend her head far backwards to allow me the deep penetration I wanted. Her surrender was complete and her technique meticulous. Having so often experienced the gutsy haste of the younger generation it was a blessing to have a real woman taking her time to slowly lick around the elevated saddle before taking the whole acorn in. Her head went slightly up and down when I started sliding in and out. The sensation was exquisite. 

I went in deeper and deeper, drool starting to drip from the corners of her mouth. She was babbling incoherently when I allowed her some breathing time between two long deep strokes. With her gasping and wheezing, her troubled eyes and shadowy gaze Nigella looked horny like hell. I wondered if I could make her beg for it. When I pulled out of her mouth, I playfully tapped my cock against her lips, backing out every time she tried to capture the crown behind her lips. I even managed to touch her nose.

“Pleeese…”

“Say it!”

I tapped my rod against her nose again. She helplessly tried to catch it with her mouth again.

“Please let me suck it…”

“No hands…”

“No, no… I won’t use my hands!” 

I untied her wrists.

“Hold your heels with your hands.”

When she did, she automatically hollowed her back, bringing her head up. I grabbed her hair and brought her face even more upward to me. 

“Now open your mouth!”

When she did, I put my swollen cock in her mouth till the top reached the back of her throat. With her hands holding her heels, her hair pulled upwards, my cock almost gagging her, Nigella now also had to absorb my thrusts when I started fucking her face. She didn’t flinch. Although this certainly was not the way to treat a lady, the lady didn’t seem to mind. She moved her head vigorously, sliding her closed lips tightly over the wet pole sliding in and out of her mouth. Growling in sensual pleasure I kept stirring my ladle in her moist cavern. I saw her cheeks hollow applying additional suction of her mouth. What a classy Lady! Finally I pulled out to announce the next position.

“Let you head hang over.”

Gasping Nigella arranged herself with her head hanging over the ridge, her mouth again opening for my cock.

“Oral sex is more than cock sucking.”

“What d d d… do you mean…?” She stammered.

I didn’t answer, I just raised my left leg to the mattress, moving my hips higher to allow Nigella a complete overview of her potential field of action. She was a bright woman and could figure it out herself. The night before she already had a taste of her own ass, now for the first time she had a chance to have a taste of mine. I promised myself it wouldn’t be the last one. Yielding, Nigella first put her soft lips to one of my dangling crown jewels then moved along the short shrubs of my grand canyon. As she was a famous cook it could be expected she would take sufficient time to savour the taste, and Nigella did indeed. It seemed ages before she reached my most secret delicacy but it surely was worth the wait. Her greedy mouth plundered my delicate brown rose, sucking in all the sweat from the vulnerable tiny furrows. Her tongue ruthlessly vacuumed and cleaned the brown parts of my bottom. Nigella did a nice job; no, she did a terrific job. I first had to clear the field to show her my appreciation.

While she sucked my ass, I let my hands roam under her meshy top till her superb attractions were fully exposed. I pinched at the rosy raisins, extracting muffled sounds from her face buried between my cheeks. Her warm breath against my butt felt quite pleasant. I tormented her swollen nipples even more and saw her getting visibly wet. If I might have had doubts, I knew now for certain she enjoyed my abuse and her humiliation.

“On your back!”

She moved over to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide, holding her ankles with her hands to give me full access to her most private parts. When I shoved the furry triangle aside, her cunt opened like a pink flower. The petals were more than moist, they were all wet, her fluid almost leaking to the carpet. I dipped my finger in her fluid and rubbed it under her nose, letting her sniff at the product of her own desire.

“You are shamelessly wet. Beg for it…”

She was moaning and stammering in heat.

“Fuck me… fuck me, pleeese…”

Calmly I took the cane I kept hidden in a drawer. For the first time I hit her haunch, firmly but not excessive… yet… She cried out, more in surprise than in pain. She could easily try to slip away but she kept her position, sobbing softly.

“Tell me more…”

Suggestively I rubbed the bulbous head of my cock against her crater.

“Oh, no… “ 

I didn’t give her the chance to recuperate. I just hit her other haunch and then her tummy, not touched yet and still appealingly white as chalk. She shrieked out in pain.

“Fuck me… fuck me, please…”

“Tell me where! Where do I have to put it?”

I hit her again. The skin of her tummy was turning pink easily as her bottom squirming and turning.

“Oh, my gaaawd… in the arse… put it in my arse…”

“My cock will get dirty.”

Whack…! When I hit her again, it really hurt and she shrieked in pain.

“I will suck your cock clean…” She whispered.

“You can do better, I want to hear it all…!”

Whack… whack…! To encourage her I slapped her on the other side again… and again. She was sobbing, moaning and panting in a blend of pain, humiliation and desire.

“Fuck me, fuck me in my arse and let me suck your cock clean. Come in my mouth… Please…”

My, my… what a sleazy scenario! I liked it, I liked it very much. 

“Tell me you are nasty!”

“Yes, yes… I am naahsty… make me do naahsty things… “

She asked so nicely and her asshole was winking so invitingly beneath her slit… the fur-lined triangle not removed but put aside; its original function of protecting her shrine now replaced by an invitation to plunder. I really had to accept this invitation of nasty Nigella. So, without further ado I pushed my fat mushroom into her hungry neither mouth. When it entered her insides, she yelled out at the top of her lungs and her ass squirmed and twisted around my hot rod. I can be very rough in fucking if I want to, and I felt now was the right time and the right lady to rough it up. I penetrated her rude and deep, stretching her sphincter wider and wider, my hands maltreating those superb mountains like there were masses of dough, my fingers torturing her proud nipples till she was sobbing in pain and delight. I straightened and clambered upward till my cock was dangling above her head. Her loud cries transformed into wet slurping sounds the moment my cock found a new hospitable place. My sense of power combined with the pleasures of her mouth let me shiver in exquisite bliss. I moved my cock from her ass to her mouth again and again. Each time she willingly reached out for my cock with her mouth open greedily for her tasty lollipop. Each time I let her suck and lick it clean before sinking it again into her gaping dark hole. It was delightfully disgusting.

I gripped her hips, pulled her to me and came up to straighten myself. It took some strength but I managed. Holding my neck, she was hopping her ass up and down on my piercing cock, howling loud when she impaled herself on my pole. I couldn’t hold her too long and after a couple of minutes let her hang her over backwards till her shoulders touched the carpet. With her body upside down, her legs wide spread and her feet high up in the air, I drilled my cock in her ass. The pile driver position offered me a perfect view of my cock sliding in and out her anus and the thin triangle of her crotch moving up and down in sympathy with my thrusts. I pulled out a couple of times, gently slapping the swollen ring of her opening with the end of my stick. Nigella could only wiggle her bottom powerlessly. 

“Would you like to be a sleazy slut…? Would you like to do more nasty stuff?”

“Mooohh…? My gooohd!”

Whack… whack! Her whole frame shook under my ‘encouragement’ and her breath converted to high squeals. I looked at her open mouth and decided I couldn’t pass this opportunity to do something really sleazy. I slipped my cock from her ass to her neglected, pouting slit. Holy, moly, she was wet, soaking wet…! Up and down I drilled her, moving in and out her cunt, deliberately grazing against her clit, extracting even higher squeals from her throat. When my cock was well wetted, I switched over to her ass again, transferring her wetness to her anal channel. Only when I had drilled her smallest orifice to a big gaping hole, I pulled out. I stepped forward between her high raised blank white legs. I hooked her feet in front of my shoulders so I didn’t have to worry about them anymore. With my wet pistol aimed at her mouth I slowly lowered my hips. Desperate Nigella saw what was going to happen, there was nothing she could do. On purpose I did it slowly to prolong her humiliation. Weakly Nigella tried to touch my cock with her hand. I was amusing myself so much I forgot to slap her for that. Pushing forward till her knees reached the level of her ears, I held both her wrists above her head so nothing could spoil the sleazy transfer of my wet cock from her gaping ass to her languishing mouth. When I plunged my whole erection between her lips, it brought me an overpowering sensation. Nigella was unbelievable, applying continuous powerful suction on my sensitive parts, even in her uncomfortable position. 

“We’ll do it all over again.” I felt so jacked up. Even my voice sounded different. 

Nigella was just sobbing but the second time was even better. The folds of her cunt seemed to envelope me lovingly and we produced obscene wet sounds, accentuating the wild rhythm of our loins and the loud groans of delight. The transition to her hot, much drier ass brought all the expected new sensations and more possibilities to subject her to sleazy filthy sex. Her abundant vaginal drool eased the anal penetrations considerably. My wild passionate drilling reached deeper than ever before, stretching her sphincter to the limit, extracting raw, urgent cries of pain and pleasure. 

Finally I could make my daydream come true. I came like a geyser filling her dark triangle with my slimy cum. My emission was so copious her chute soon looked like a lake, edged between those trembling mountains. Its turbid milky surface contrasted beautifully with the dark surrounding shores. How could I resist taking a dive in such a serene mountain lake? Nigella was moaning and sobbing continuously, even managing to utter softly “No, no, no’s”. I was wondering how she managed saying all those no’s in such a way, I had the feeling she actually was begging me to do it to her. The capacity of her mountain lake was insufficient to handle my deep dives. Slimy cum started to drip along her back and her belly. Undisturbed I kept sliding my cock up and down, providing a nice coating for my remaining erection. I pulled out and carefully moved forwards. Although my flesh was gradually shrinking the bulb still felt very extremely sensitive. When I lowered down above her face, a drop of cum felt on her lips. I saw how she licked it away. Naughty Nigella! She knew all along what I was going to do. All those no’s were just meant to excite us both even more. When I lowered my cock in her mouth, she deliberately licked and sucked at the most sensitive part till I was whining in exquisite, painful delight.

I almost choked her with my flesh and its slimy surroundings and I forced her to inhale all the rich aromas of her own ass. One of her knees was bumping against my back. I looked behind me and saw her legs flapping and wheeling in the air. In the center of her dark bush her clit stood out, swollen… red… like a ripe, red berry. It looked so tempting… so inviting! I couldn’t resist, reached out for my cane and then slapped it… again… and the last time with all force… WHACK!!!

Her body seemed hit by an earthquake, shaking her frame and her hips, letting her mountains roll from side to side… freeing fluids from all corners to form flowing streams… When I finally released her, she was weeping in satisfied delight, her arms and legs spread wide, her body opened in a beautiful creamy X…

Aaah, I will never forget my nasty Nigella…

To be continued.

Please vote if you like the story. 

I would like to thank my editor JayneC for her valuable contribution.



Nigella Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Sharing Nigella

The first three chapters of my adventures with Nigella Lawson were published earlier. In the first chapter I had some daydreams after I watched her on TV. In the second chapter I first met her. Thanks to some favorable circumstances I was able to check my daydreams in reality. In the third chapter I discovered her submissive nature, leading to some anal exploitation. 

After that Thursday night, the Friday and Saturday nights went by satisfactory. It must have been a long dry spell for Nigella, because she proved to be quite hungry for manmeat and I was happy to feed her nightly. When I told her Saturday she had to take an exam in dirty sex, she complied after some gentle persuasion. Of course she graduated, passing her test with honors. We appropriately celebrated by dowsing her with my favorite champagne... My submissive, sexy cook was scheduled to leave Monday in the afternoon, and I had announced our last night on Sunday would hold a surprise for her. First she looked uncomfortable, but she eased up when I took her to a formal dinner. I told her to present herself in full eveningwear. Her black designer dress looked spectacular and finally showed enough cleavage to draw many compliments and lecherous looks. Her dress had a full skirt allowing me ample space for what I had in mind. As could be expected from a celebrity, matching Manolo Blahnik silver colored pumps and handbag completed her outfit. Very elegant and sophisticated...

When I made the restaurant reservation I specifically had asked for a room flanking the main dining room and a table in a corner with both our seats against the wall. After we had ordered, I moved my cool hand under her full skirt - to warmer regions. As a true lady Nigella kept smiling while my hand made a trip to her tropical garden. Our waiter kept a straight face but he definitely noticed my hand was hidden under the table and it was moving. Nigella noticed I showed him what I was doing. The pale white complexion of her cheeks turned out beet red but there was no way she could escape. I loved it. How refreshing to see a woman of her age blush like that. She already felt extremely embarrassed and ashamed but this surely wouldn't be the end. It would be a joy to dig an even deeper hole for her...

By the time the main course was served I had slipped a finger in her pleasure channel. The lady might be embarrassed but she was surely enjoying herself. She was quite wet! The kitchen surpassed itself to please their famous guest. The main course was an exquisite culinary delight. I had to use both my hands to handle my knife and fork, temporarily refraining from other pleasures. When we had finished our main dish and had ordered dessert, it was time again for some entertainment. I told Nigella to get to the ladies room to take off her panties. She had learned not to object. What a difference a couple of days can make! I was proud of the way she regally returned to our table, knowing well how her purse hiding her panties burned in her arm. When I ordered coffee it was time to bring her obedience to another level. Most of the other patrons had already left and only one elderly couple remained, seated on the other side of the restaurant. 

"Two coffees." I ordered. "The lady will take it black, you can serve the coffee after at least six minutes...!"

It was clear hint for our waiter and even if he had any doubts, I gave him a silent wink with my eyes to be gone. It was a sign for Nigella to get her freshly churned cream by self-service... Her beautiful brown eyes looked flustered when she looked at me.

"Ppuuhlease..." She whispered, looking ill at ease to the left and to the right. 

I didn't answer but just took her purse and let it drop to the floor. She knew what to do and I just waited. Only after a couple of seconds she dived under the table. Understandably she worked fast; she had me zipped down and my cock out in a flash. In spite of her hurry, she licked my bulb lovingly and passionately. It was nice for some moments but I needed more. Bringing my hand under the tablecloth I gripped her neck and pulled her mouth towards me. I heard muffled sounds coming from down under but I kept her mouth firmly in place. It did not take her long to start her throat working. It felt delicious... With urgency and yet a perfect technique the muscles of her throat slid over the length of my erection, massaging it, cuddling it in a silent, sucking embrace. I calmly took my time for some discrete pumping until I dumped my load deep in her contracting funnel. 

It was perfect timing. When our waiter returned Nigella just had recovered from her position under the table. With self-awareness only a member of the upper class can maintain, she dabbed a drop of the slimy fluid from the corner of her mouth as if it was the most natural thing to do. Approvingly I worked my hand under her skirt again, tenderly stroking her clit. 

"Put on your panties again..." I whispered in her ear. "... and don't wet them, or you will have put them in your mouth so you will taste and smell how horny you are." I added ominously. 

She threw me an unhappy look, knowing well that this announcement would make her juices flow more copiously during our trip back to the hotel. To be gagged with her own soaking wet panty certainly would be an appetizing prospect for a submissive wench. I kept quiet during our cab ride, letting the tension mount and bubble within my beautiful package of female flesh. By the time we entered the common area between our bedrooms, I imagined seeing her shiver. Was it anticipation or fear?

"You don't have to be afraid." I said reassuringly.

"I am not!"

Suddenly a flicker of the old Nigella was visible, full in control of herself, just as I first met her.

I didn't react, only letting my hands wander over her evening dress until they took a dive in her cleavage. It was to let her know, despite her last attitude I would be in charge from now on. Her mounds were superb as ever but these fascinating wonders of nature would be new to me, every time I would feel the firm flesh warming the palms of my hands. Kissing her on her neck I let her dress slide from her shoulders. Nigella was almost uncovered now. I noticed the silvery color of her stockings matched the color of her shoes: she was perfect in all details. 

She barely had entered her bedroom when she suddenly cried out and pushed back into my arms. 

"Mike... help... there is man inside!"

She was right. I saw a black guy standing near her bed.

"It is the man who attacked me in the Park! I recognize him, it is the man who atttacked me...!"

Nigella panicked, stammering incoherently, pushing herself even further into the circle of my arms. I sighed and gripped her shoulders so she could face me.

"Look, Nigella, that man is my buddy Jake... he is a bodyguard too! I asked him to assist me giving you a real New York experience: nearly mugged by a black guy, saved by a real hero with all the romantic fringe benefits..."

Her eyes widened... I enjoyed looking at all her changing face expressions when she let my words slowly sink in. Suddenly I saw the fire returning in her eyes and her arm rising in outrage but before she could harm herself I already had her wrist in a preemptive grip.

"Y y you... you fooled me..." She stammered.

"Sure!" I admitted. "You looked very cute when you sucked my cock clean...!"

I rubbed it in, convinced that this humiliation would turn her on even more. 

"You were a real pain in the butt those first days. Jake did everything to entertain you and gave a fine performance. Now it is your turn to perform with Jake and let me enjoy the show. You will be quite safe under my supervision... What about some promotion of interracial relationships? Imagine all the raunchy details you can tell your lady friends during your afternoon tea sessions..." 

Now she had the complete picture of the surprise I had prepared for her. There still was some spunk in her, trying to resist but otherwise I was sure a gnawing lust was slowly creeping up her belly. To make her situation even worse, keeping up a dignified resistance met some technical problems. It is difficult to resist, being half naked and an overflow of cunt juice leaking down the thighs. I ended her predicament by bending her over my knee and whacking her behind. After a few firm strokes I already felt her soften up. Before she knew I dragged her to the bed and had her tied to the posts again, with her arms wide spread like the other night. Only now I took Jake to one side.

"OK Jake, have some fun...!" I said.

Jake was not so sure.

"Are you sure, Mike? I wanna have no trouble, man..." he whispered, looking at the struggling brunette. Her legs were flapping in the air and she was moaning, but I know better.

"She is putting up a show. Trust me, she will enjoy it...!" 

"Man...! Are you really sure...?"

For Nigella our inaudible whispers must have looked threatening. Not knowing what to come it only increased her tension. I moved over to a comfortable armchair and sat down. 

"OK Jake, give our guest a nice clean rape and let me enjoy the show!" 

I looked at her white flapping legs. 

"Those legs look damn sexy...!" I added.

Jake seemed reassured and slowly started to undress, unintentionally prolonging her agony as his ebony frame was slowly unveiled. My buddy Jake is a bodyguard like me but he also assists me now and then, in making adult movies. When we need a man for some interracial scenario, he is our guy. 

Let me elaborate about black guys. First: there are black guys and there are really black guys if you know what I mean. Jake is good buddy and a nice guy, he is coal-black and for people not knowing him, he can look really menacing. Second: there is a myth about the size of black dicks. Most experts seem to agree that black dicks only look bigger because in the flaccid state they are. In erection however, black dicks are barely larger than white dicks. That may be true, but Jake is the exception! His dick really is bigger, at least nine inches and even more, depending whether a girl is making him really happy! For some reason a white cunt filled by an oversize black cock is considered extremely exciting for most people. Because of that Jake became quite popular among blonde Playmates, participating in the Great Playmate Pornstar Hunt. Especially attractive blonde Playmates from the Southern States wrote raunchy scenarios. They all ended in wild couplings allowing the Playmates to show off their matt white skin, later to be covered and penetrated by the contrasting ebony of Jake's gleaming body. It was certainly a pleasant way to prove, how politically correct and sexually liberated these wonderful creatures were. Their creamy long legs, clasping around a black, pumping bottom; their soft red lips, lovingly sucking a big black bulb; their pink cunts, stretched and filled to the limit by a pitch-black rod; all these obscene moving images never failed to achieve their intended effect on the libido of both males and females.

When Jake let his pants drop Nigella finally could have a look at the surprise that was in store for her. It stood up like a magnificent monolith but catching sight of this attractive prospect, she only rolled her head from side to side as a damsel in extreme distress. I expected Jake wouldn't be too disturbed. He was used to scenarios like that. He quietly lay down next to her and gently put his hands on those superb mounds, starting to mold and massage the pale flesh with his black fingers. I couldn't blame him for choosing those attractions first. Proudly placed on the two wobbling puddings, the cute crowns almost begged to be touched and fondled. Nigella started to hyperventilate. 

"Don't you dare to touch me with your filthy hands...! No... noooo! You black baahsterd...! You're smelling... Let go of me!"

Ai, ai... Nigella shouldn't say that ever! Jake really is a nice, gentle man but he can get mad when you are calling him names. I saw the veins at his temple swell and now he was looking vicious without even trying. I really couldn't understand why in the world Nigella would say something like that. She was a clever lady and she easily could predict what effect a remark like that would have on him. Unless... could she have done it on purpose...? While I was thinking this over, Jake already had taken action.

First he slapped her in her face making her scream.

"So lady, you think I'm smelling? Well, you're wrong! Wrong you hear! You don't agree? Here, you can smell my armpit...!"

Tied with her arms wide, Nigella was totally helpless when Jake buried her nose in his armpit. First at his left, quietly leaving her to herself while she turned and twisted her face in his hairy hollow for a couple of minutes. When he let her whiningly inhale, it was only to repeat the procedure at his right. By the time he was finished there, Nigella came up with glazy eyes, softly moaning in misery. WOW! I enjoyed this show immensely but Jake was not done yet, not by a long shot. He moved over till her head was between her knees. Behind the milky mountains I had a perfect view of her face between the black columns of his thighs. 

"Now you can sniff at my nuts." 

I saw her cute little nose disappear when it was buried under his hairy black sacs. Her muffled cries filled the air when Jake started to rub his heavy pendulous balls into her face. 

"You think I'm filthy. Now lick it clean...!" 

I heard from the soft lapping sounds that Nigella complied obediently. When she licked and sucked his nuts long enough to his satisfaction, Jake unceremoniously shoved his cock in her mouth. It is usual in porn movies that the lady performer starts to lick and suck the appendages before taking the front part of the cock in her mouth. This phase passed, they finally dedicate their oral arts to deep-throating and mouth-fucking. Because Jake took the shortcut, Nigella was so lucky to receive his black meat all at once. I couldn't believe she ate the whole thing and she didn't believe it either. Only when she started making gagging sounds, Jake stopped to let her inhale.

"May be you can fuck her first." I suggested.

I couldn't wait to see that black rod disappear between those creamy-white thighs. To my annoyance Nigella started to shout that he was too big and that kind of nonsense. Of course he was big! It exactly was supposed to be part of her fun...! Her legs kept flinging around and I decided to give Jake a hand. After I had pushed down her ankles, with some efforts I could pull her panties down. When I had them removed, I noticed the big wet spot, copiously covered by turbid slime inside. Well, well... talking about smelly stuff! Nigella kept shouting, pleading and moaning. I remembered our conversation earlier that night and moved over to her head. Her eyes widened when she saw me crumple her wet panties to a ball. 

"No, no... please!"

It didn't help, I easily forced her mouth open and gagged her, shoving her own panties deep in her mouth. Then I sat down to enjoy the main event. Jake already had prepared by gripping her ankles and pushing her legs forward and wide. Her shapely legs were still enclosed by the silver-colored stockings. The feet of the classic big V was still fitted by her fashionable shoes. These glamorous details only added to the mood of obscene decadence. What a sight to watch such a luxurious lady fucked by an unleashed black hunk! 

Jake was a true professional, used to take care of maximal visibility in all his actions, never blocking the view by an arm or a thigh. Relaxed I could admire how he opened her cunt, not by his hand but by pushing and rotating her upper thighs. The rosy petals unfolded, offering a wicked view of the dewy folds inside. Then there was the knock at her front door, an inquisitive eye peeking inside.

Jake was more than a professional, he was a true master. The way he let his knob slowly part her inner labia, allowing the soft lips tenderly enclose the orb of his staff was poetry in motion. It looked like her pink inner lips kissed his enormous black erection, welcoming it home into the secret folds of her inner sanctum. It softened the fierceness of being breached by such an almost monstrous dark invader. Nigella still had a difficult time, letting out long drawn-out, muffled moans. Her bottom, practically the only part of her body she could move, was hopping and tilting like mad under the huge penetration. Despite its size Jake always manages to let his cock completely disappear and he made no exception for her. 

I must admit I had the most respect for the lady. Of course she was somewhat uncomfortable with her mouth gagged and her arms tied up, but given these circumstances she absorbed Jake's cock quite well. Watching the movements of her butt closely, more and more I conjectured Nigella was not trying to dodge his thrusts.... she was responding! It was amazing! Excited I watched how her legs curled around his rump, how her lower belly undulated, countering the strokes of his hips. After a while a creamy circle of slime started to appear at the base of his stiff cylinder. What a bitch in heat she was...! 

I have made several adult movies on both sides of the camera, but this was the first time I could just relax, lean back and enjoy the show. The sound quality of adult movies is excellent nowadays, but nothing is more exciting than the sopping sounds of sweaty bodies rutting away in heat. Jake remained the true professional, quietly positioning her wonderful legs, high up, wide, to the left, to the right, but always allowing me clear views of the pistoning parts of their bodies. I admired his stamina; the son-of-a-gun was having the time of his life. He not only fucked her, he enjoyed all her attractions. Now totally undisturbed, he let his hands roam over her breasts and her thighs, teasing her nipples and her ass. He doubled her body up, bringing her knees up to her ears, transforming her bottom to a giant smooth-skinned plum with one hospitable hole. His pace increased till he suddenly slowed down, only his gluteal muscles contracting till his frame shuddered.... coming to a complete standstill. I didn't need to have snapshots to know what had happened in her deep recesses. Exhausted Jake let himself roll on the mattress.

"My gaawd, Mike. This is nice lunchmeat! Her cunt muscles..."

"Yes I know." I interrupted him dryly. "Sit down over there, we'll have some more fun in a minute." 

It was time to release the lady and enjoy some carnal fun myself. I moved over to free her from her straps and remove her panties from her mouth. Nigella was breathing heavily, looking much disorientated. I didn't give her any more time to recuperate and went straight to the next order of business. I applied a leather dog collar to her neck, holding her at the end of a leash.

"Come, doggie." I said, signing her to get off he bed. "On your knees... come on!"

I kept her on the leash when I led her to Jake who was waiting for her in an armchair.

"No, not on your hands! On your elbows and knees!"

Lowering herself down, Nigella crawled over the carpet till she reached Jake's feet. When she looked up she faced his black totem pole that miraculously had risen from the death.

"Look." I said accusingly. "You made his cock all wet and slimy!"

In fact, most of the drying slime was the remains of Jake's goo but mentioning that would spoil the argument. Anyway, she didn't protest but just started to lick the slime-covered cock, starting at the base. It made me proud how well trained she was, not needing any commands to know what was expected from her. It was all new to Jake who gripped her head, pushing it further down. I saw her cheeks bulging under the pressure of the oversized fruit that was filling her mouth.




Nigella Ch. 04



"Aren't you fucking her?" he asked congenially.

I looked down seeing threads of slime dangling from her cunt.

"I am not taking sloppy seconds" I said, loud enough for Nigella to hear. 

She knew what my choice would be; I saw her sphincter reacting nervously. She was quite right because moments later I had skipped her pink oyster to take a nosedive into her brown rosebud. Nigella interrupted her cleaning service to let out a loud roar. It didn't last long because Jake knelt before her and reminded her of her duties by yanking her face over his cock again. Now the bipolar fucking could start in earnest. Nigella probably never was fucked this way and I had to arrange her in the most pleasurable position. Now she was allowed to kneel on hands and knees. Jake was standing up in front of her so she had to raise her head to be fucked in her face. Forced to look upwards, she automatically hollowed her back bringing her white cheeks exactly at the right height to be split apart by my pulsing drill. With both our knobs at the gate of their intended orifices, Jake and I exchanged glances. When I nodded, we exactly at the same time penetrated home, deep and vigorous. Producing dark guttural sounds, the sexy cook felt her white meat skewered from both ends.

The sensation was unbelievable. Entering the smoldering heat of her ass was exciting enough, but the double invasion made her internal muscles contract even more intense and ferocious. The dip in her infernal heat felt heavenly, so to say! Jake went under a similar experience. I saw his face went all dreamy while he lovingly pulled her neck towards him. Our glances crossed again and we spontaneously burst out in laughter, giving each other a high five. Then we started some serious fucking, his black rod moving in and out her mouth, my white cock banging away in her browneye.

Poor Nigella, with her body under maximal pressure on both ends, the only remaining possibility to move was to rotate her torso vehemently. I had positioned her parallel to the large mirror so that we have a look of our activities so now and then. I saw her full udders swaying away under her emotions. It was a lusty, sensational sight. It was also very distracting; I definitely had to do something about it. I leaned over. She hollowed her back even more. I reached for her boobs and took both of them full in my hands, massaging and mauling them. I could measure the effect of this abuse when I saw a silly smile appear on Jake's face. Damn, he was not meant to shoot his wad yet.

"Hold on, Jake!" I said hastily. "Let's have some more fun first. Let's change places."

"Good idea!"

Jake is a regular fuck-and-suck guy and her succulent cunt clinging around his cock again was the only prospect that could persuade him to leave that sweet sucking mouth. And me, I had my cock deep in her hot ass of hers, and I was dying for some wet relief. Bringing my cock from her ass to her mouth. I knew Nigella hated to do it. She had done it for me, every night, again and again, sobbing and gagging, wrestling and resisting. Yet... I found these nights she turned out to be all excited in the end. She loved to be degraded, to be forced to nasty disgusting acts, to be humiliated beyond measure... 

I had difficulties letting my erection escape from the tight embrace of her ass. It seems as if her body was desperately clinging to my cock, as if it was trying to prevent what was going to happen. Jake already had withdrawn from her mouth, when finally the 'flop' resounded, heralding the positional exchange. Promptly Nigella started sobbing... It almost was a part of our routine. Slowly I walked to my new position. I didn't hurry; the wait would make things only better... Nigella just kept sobbing, shaking her head wildly. When I was in from of her I grabbed her hair and pulled her slowly upwards so she could see my full erection, shining in her juice. I saw tears in her eyes while she looked up at me pleadingly. She deserved an Oscar.

I felt jolts of electricity creep up my spine when she pulled her mouth over my cock. The sweet delight of those lips sliding over the most sensitive part, the sense of nastiness and obscenity and the overpowering feeling of dominance, it all made up for a galvanizing experience. I closed my eyes. It happened again, the miraculous transition: the mouth, first firmly closed, now sucking and sucking, with hollowing cheeks and a tongue licking and curling around my stalk and bulb. 

Jake, who had watched all the events in amazing silence, didn't even try to understand.

"Wow, that's heavy stuff...! He said admiringly before he resumed pounding away in her cunt.

At the other side I rewarded her diligently mouth with a handsome ration of flesh to work on. I even offered her my precious meatballs which she took in her mouth almost entirely, one after the other. When she had sucked it clean enough to my taste, I pulled her hair to get her head up and just fucked her face hard and deep. Jake and me made a formidable team and if I had any doubts whether Nigella appreciated all our hard work to entertain her, they disappeared when we changed places again and I saw the milky covering of his black pick. The lady certainly appreciated our attentions!

The game to change places was too much fun and too exciting to do it only once. It was like a dance, like the words of the 'Tennessee Waltz': '... change partners again'. Only we were not changing partners, we were changing holes. Jake was always taking the pink eye and me the brown eye, but we always ended in that sweet, sucking mouth. Nigella made overtime licking her juices off our cocks; she needed some rest. 

"OK, would you like to sit down a moment?" I asked, letting my cock slip from her mouth.

"Wh wh what?" She stammered, not believing what I said.

"Would you like to sit down and have a sandwich?" I said louder.

Nigella didn't answer but nodded silently. I gave Jake a sign and she lay down on the carpet, holding his erection by the base so it nosed up in the air like a black obelisk. 

"Sit down, " I said friendly, "Jake will do all the work. "

Grateful she squatted down on his stalk, slowly engulfing his iron hardness with her oiled sheath. Jake embraced her, letting her head rest against his shoulder. When his loins started moving upwards I walked to the other side to watch their moving parts. Looking over the shoulder of his prey Jake winked at me. I knelt down and looked at her ass. Now her cunt was overfilled, the ruffled opening was almost flattened out. It would need some expertise to move in but I felt completely qualified.

"What are you doing?" Her voice sounded worried, my knob touched her onion ring.

"I'm serving you a sandwich." I whispered in her ear.

It hit her when she realized her she was fooled again. I didn't allow her much time to ponder. She cried out when I proceeded along her backdoor. I took some more energy than usual to get my whole prick in. I got stuck past the halfway point. I quietly let her plead and cry for some moments.

"Relax, love." I said soothingly.

It must have been somewhat painful but I know pain was no big deal for Nigella. She would quiet down and soon become even more horny than before. Already I heard her cries little by little change into hoarse moans. I recognized those moans. I made slow progress but succeeded in penetrating deeper into her dark pit. When I was fully in, it certainly was a moment to celebrate and Nigella obliged by uttering a loud cry.

It was nice to have such a clear starting shot for our double movement. We soon found a nice rhythm. Jake would pull out when I pushed in. Our cocks moved like the pistons of an overheated steam engine. The limited available space (Jake occupied quite some room) increased the intensity of my anal penetration. Shoot, it seemed I could feel every fold of her rectum, every groove of her sphincter. Nigella was yowling and yelling. I remembered Jake ranking her lunchmeat. In porn slang 'lunchmeat' stands for a sexy female performer. Now, we used this succulent lunchmeat for a yummy sandwich. 

Of course I had to take care of the usual business. I consider myself a regular guy and every guy is entitled to have one fetish. Mine happened to be ass-to-mouth. I already had my daily fix but with a dame like Nigella available, I made sure I had something for the road. With her ass so tightly clinched around my sizzle stick, ass-to-mouth would be even filthier. 

Her shrieks reached an even higher pitch when I rose from my kneeling position and made my walk to the other side. The shrieks were starting to annoy me: from now on no more Mr. Nice-guy. When I reached her, I yanked her head upwards by the hairs and just stuffed her mouth with my sausage, all condiments included. Since she didn't start her duties immediately, I moved her head up and down forcefully. It might be no way to treat a lady but it felt immensely good. By the time I raised again, saliva was leaking from her mouth profusely and she was breathing heavily in screeching gasps. I touched her head approvingly.

"Good doggie... you deserve a bone." And turning to Jake. "I think you can put your bone in her ass, bro..."

I pulled at her leash and let her crawl her to the center of the room in front of the wall mirror so she could have a look at herself as she was positioned to undergo her next ordeal. She saw a naked brunette kneeled down on elbows and knees, her hair in disarray, her stockings in shreds, her expensive shoes remaining as her only cover, a decadent reminder of more dignified days. Behind her the impressive black shape emerged to deliver her a last blast in the ass. 

There was real fear in her eyes as she stammered "Oh, no... it is too bbbig... pppleeese..." 

I must say, she was right about him being big. Jake was very happy now, and it showed. His penis stood out like a ... I don't know, I guess I already used all impressive descriptions I'm familiar with. Let's just say it stood out like a gigantic, black dick... But Nigella could take it. I had a great trust in the elasticity of her sphincter.

"Don't be a baby!" I said,. "I drilled a beautiful hole for him already"

When I fucked her ass, I had created an impressive series of beautiful gapes in increasing diameter. Of course Jake's cock was in another order of magnitude but I knew she wouldn't dare to mention that. She kept stammering unintelligibly but kept in position. Nigella was a brave lady and I patted her head encouragingly. Her stammering suddenly changed to a loud bellowing when it happened. Her whining sounded like a fire alarm, changing in pitch and in intensity as Jake advanced. I moved over interestedly to watch the sight of his broad black stalk disappearing between her two marble white seat cushions. Why is it you never have a camera at hand just when you need it. Here I was, used to handle movie cameras, but empty-handed when such an awesome sight unfolded right before my eyes. The scene was obscene...! I wanted to beat my flesh just to keep my hand busy but I restricted myself to grabbing a dangling breast and absentmindedly playing with the nipple.

Jake had moved so deep that he came to an almost completely standstill. Nigella had calmed down too and this mating definitely needed to be spiced up. Fortunately I had prepared a plan B. I took it from the closet where I had it hidden until now and knelt down.

"Look Nigella..." 

She was still numb and I had to shake her a little to draw her attention.

"Look here, this is a pot with Bayou Blackening Spice. Here, read the label with directions. Focus, Nigella! Yes, I know Jake has his dick in your ass... he will keep it there, he will not run away. Now, read with me 'Take this spice... Take your item and make sure it's a little moist... and PUSH all sides into Bayou Blackening Spice'. This is the spice I talked with you over dinner the other day. I want you to taste it... the Cajun spice is quite interesting..."

She looked at me with non-understanding eyes. Obviously she wasn't used to discuss culinary matters with a big dick in her ass. Nigella would understand shortly. I unscrewed the bottle, showing her the powder in my hand. I then moved over to her rear end. On cue Jake pulled out, exposing her wide opened crater. I quickly put the powder in the opening, distributing it royally to her inner walls with two fingers. It went so fast she didn't realize what was happening until the heat hit her.

Sometimes I'm mean. Sometimes I'm nasty. Sometimes I'm a practical joker. Very rarely I'm all of that. The spice was a concentrated powder, used by cooks to prepare blackened meat. Since it is concentrated, when I put some in my mouth I could feel the spice heating the mucous membrane of my mouth considerably. The bottom line: it felt HOT. Since the rectum has mucous membrane too, I assumed it would feel hot there too (I didn't try that!). I didn't see any aggressive acids in the ingredients, so I suppose the powder will feel hot but is ultimately harmless.

Nigella started yelling when the heat hit her ass. At that moment Jake resumed his penetration, rubbing even more traces of powder into her yielding folds. What followed was both comical and utterly perverse. Nigella's ass was on fire. Her behind was rearing up, cavorting wildly. Despite his strength Jake had trouble to keep in the saddle. His hands pushed her bottom down while he kept pumping in and out wildly. It must have been a little hot for him too. 

I tapped his shoulders, signaling him he could seek some wet relief. Directly he pulled out and forced her to face his cock. The black cylinder of flesh looked even more menacing now it was covered with traces of powder and streaks of slime. He was moaning in excitement too. Nigella was spared any teasing wait, her mouth was immediately filled with spicy black meat. I hoped the lady realized she had a unique opportunity to taste blackened black meat. Somehow I had the feeling she was too preoccupied now to give attention to this useful information. Her shouting was ear deafening and her hands were trying to reach her mouth. She obviously was burning from two sides. I had to save her and have the fire quenched.

I clicked my fingers loud. Jake immediately prepared himself, his fire hose pointed and ready. He immediately felt the urgency of the situation and let loose with a triumphant roar. Sometimes I wonder why he always takes his job so seriously. It took quite some time till he was done. Once in a while papers show pictures of objects after a fire, all covered by white foam. Obviously Jake used another technology but the result was very similar, the only difference Nigella's face being all covered by a gray-white slimy substance. Saved from the fire, Nigella must have been very grateful because she was sobbing with her hands folded together before her face.

Sometimes it pays off to share.

To be continued in the final chapter, posted (almost) simultaneously.

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I would like to thank my editor JayneC for her valuable contribution.



Nigella Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Slave Nigella 

The first four chapters of my adventures with Nigella Lawson were published earlier. In the first chapter I had some daydreams after I watched her on TV. In the second chapter I first met her. Thanks to some favorable circumstances I was able to check my daydreams in reality. In the third chapter I discovered her submissive nature, leading to some anal exploitation. In the fourth chapter she promoted interracial relationships and was served a sandwich. This final chapter immediately follows afterwards.

After being exposed to the explosion of come, Nigella remained kneeling on the carpet, her face covered with the slimy evidence of her last humiliation. I looked at Jake. He was breathing heavily in the aftermath of his climax. Quickly I made up my mind.

"I need some privacy... " I discretely signaled him to go. "I see you in the morning."

"See ye..." He gave Nigella a sympathetic look. "...Be good to her."

"I will."

After he left, I turned to her. She was trying to wipe away slime, splattered on one of her eyelids. Her other hand was moving between her thighs. I took her arm and led to the bed.

"Take off your shoes."

After she did, I quietly put straps on her wrists to have arms fixed wide open again. Then I applied strips circling around her knees, raising her upper thighs like a frog. She was completely naked for the first time this evening and completely at my disposal. 

"Look at me."

I saw there was still life in her, a soft smoldering fire of a desire yet to be fulfilled. The lady was a firecracker with a long fuse.

"I saw you were pleasuring yourself "

"I didn't."

"Oh, yes, you did! Don't lie to me; you were touching your button with your hand. Earlier I saw you rubbing your thighs against each other." I waited a moment. "But now you can't anymore, can you...? All your pleasure will have to come from me..."

I smiled to her and suggestively stroked her clit softly. Her lower body undulated in response.

"Now, I could do more if you are honest with me."

I stroked her again, longer now, fueling her smoldering desire for more. 

"You like to be humiliated, don't you?"

Her reply came after some hesitation

"Yes..." She whispered hoarsely.

I wiped the slime from her eyelid and brought my finger to her mouth to have it licked clean. Then I tantalized her clit again.

"Did it excite you when I put the hot spice in your ass?"

"Yes..." 

"Did it excite you when Jake came all over your face?"

"Yes... yes... yessss!"

It sounded like she felt relieved to admit it, to let it all out. I stroked her clit nice and long.

"But you want more, isn't it...?"

"Yes..." 

She was whispering again.

"You want the big one, isn't that it...?"

"Yes... yes." I heard the urgency in her voice.

I showed her the cane I used the other night. She swallowed, looking at the cane, fascinated.

"Yes... please... yes..." 

"Enough." I suddenly said sternly. "You are unbelievable! Even a whore wants to be paid for this kind of stuff. Look at you... you are begging for it, for chrissake...! The whole week I have been busy covering your ass! Protecting you, providing you nice entertainment, serving you a tasty sandwich...! And what do I get? I have to listen to all your whining and sobbing, to hear your no-no-no's. In the meanwhile you are having the time of your life! Look at the cum on your face, you love it. You will smell it the whole week...!"

Her face turned red. 

"Listen!" I continued. "And listen to me good. I am going to untie you and lay down. You can clean yourself up and while doing so, think how you can do something nice for me. I am not going to order you and I am not going to force you. I don't wanna hear any whining and no-no's anymore. But if you want the big one, you first pleasure me for a change... "

I untied her and removed her dog collar.

"Go... go, clean yourself in the bathroom. You can whack yourself off alone, if you like that better..."

I lay down. When I closed my eyes I heard her shuffling away. 

I must have dozed off. It had been a hard day work. When I awoke, I suddenly found my arms tied up to the corners of the bed. My initial reflex was to jump up and to free myself. Then I realized my situation. I got it... the lady obviously wanted some revenge. OK, it was my own fault to doze off during work again. Now, she could have it her way. I decided to relax. What could I do? Who know? It might even be interesting. I tried to lift my head to look where she was.

Then I felt her... Soft wet kisses, creeping up along the inside of my thighs. She lay stretched out between my legs, licking her way up. I relaxed and didn't bother to have a look. It felt so damn nice! She was licking me like an affectionate cat. Those lips, tenderly nibbling, licking, sucking... and her breath streaking over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, fist left... than right... And that cool tongue moving over my sweaty skin... nice, very nice indeed... She placed her hands in the hollow of my knees. I helped her, rolling my bottom upwards till my feet almost touched the mattress above my head.

I felt her mouth nibbling at the lower part of my sack. She started licking the sweat and other flaws from my crotch like a cat cleaning her bowl, licking any remaining milk with an agile tongue. It gave me goose bumps. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. When everything seemed clean, she considered it the right moment to hide her face in my crotch. What is it like, to feel the soft skin of a woman's face sliding against your crotch? I could tell now: it feels good...!

Then it dawned to me. She was offering herself as my slave! She was humiliating herself to pleasure and serve me! What a sweet mouth she had! Sucking my ass! Lovingly, tenderly... Her lips, her tongue, and her face... they were all busy trying to please and excite me like it could be expected from a true slave. When she rose from her lying position, I saw she had just cleaned her face. She was still naked but what stuck to me was I saw that coy smile on her face again, only now accentuated by a new glorious sensuality. 

She smiled at me when she caught my glance. It wasn't a smile of triumph, it was a shy smile of submission. Her hand sheathed my pole and guided it to her narrowest entrance. She closed her eyes when the bulbous end passed her sphincter. First she leaned backward, supporting herself with both arms, bringing me deeper and deeper. When she gradually found a rhythm, she moved her body straight up again, bringing her hands behind her neck and her elbows wide. Now she looked like an exotic dancer, displaying herself for me in an exciting, erotic dance. She offered me the front seat to watch her superb mounds, driven in the same rhythm as her undulating bottom. Yet they were shaking sideways in a movement of their own. I watched her smallest orifice un-naturally sliding up and down over my gleaming prick. It was like a damn live-show. At the same time I felt her muscle working on me, constricting on my most tender flesh. 

It was not all. She looked me in the eyes when she raised one of her legs high to slide from her seat. Keeping her eyes in mine she moved her mouth nearer. Almost unnoticeable she hesitated a moment. I knew she had a hard time to do perform ass-to-mouth but she would do it for her master nevertheless. Despite her hesitation, she performed like a porn star. Just how I liked it. First slurping the whole stalk into her mouth without using her hands, then licking away just below the helmet. Shoot! I could just closed my eyes again and enjoy...!

Despite signs of my satisfaction, she knew I expected more the second time around. She remounted me, now facing my feet. Her hand carefully placed my cock at her brown eye and wormed my sausage inside. I wished I could have a framed picture of my cock splitting her bum. It would make a nice decoration for my bedroom at home. My firm dark flesh, embraced by the wealth of her pale cushions: it would be art, pure Art! The second time her show was even filthier, humiliating her deeper just to please me. Her hips were not only hopping up and down, they also started to rotate slowly, using my pole like a ladle, stirring her insides. I couldn't see her face at all, only her magnificent bottom. It was gyrating and mixing our natural juices. All her energy she put in preparing my cock for a filthy suck. After her dismount she performed the clean up with all the passion and surrender to be expected from a true slave.

I was pleased, very pleased indeed. It was evident in my manly pride; my purple plume was pulsating and could burst any moment. When she remounted me again, I showed my appreciation for her efforts by pumping my hips upwards. It started with one deep thrust, gradually accelerating to a steady drum against her bottom. Finally my Old Faithful erupted right on time, splashing her insides with the abundance of my nectar.

In the afterglow of the fireworks I felt my spasms slowly fade away. Breathing heavily I just let the exquisite sensations envelope my body. I felt her sliding down and closed my eyes. I am an upbeat guy. In life, I believe sometimes you just have to be patient and good things will happen to you. I felt my slave crawling beside me. After I have climaxed my tender flesh feel always so vulnerable, so extremely sensitive I don't dare to touch it with my hands. I could feel it was all covered in a cocoon of slime. Then I felt lips caressing my pride, my most precious... so softly, so tenderly, so slowly. Waiting patiently... until she took all of it in her mouth. 

I bellowed in delight. Normally I would have pushed her head farther down to lead her into an even deeper humiliation. Unfortunately she had forgotten to untie me and being tied up truly limited my possibilities. Realizing the need to improvise, I raised my legs and crossed my calves behind her neck. Then I gently pressed her head farther down till her soothing lips ultimately totally engulfed my raw meat. When I raised my head to have a look I saw a tear of emotion and gratitude in her eye for my attention.

"You did well." I said after she had untied me.

"Thank you, sir."

She had knelt before me when I showed her the cane which would chastise her.

"Do you like your meat be pink, medium or rare?"

I had asked her before, but now her answer would count. I barely could hear it.

"Speak up...!"

"Rrrare... rare, please."

She had to be gagged. Even in a honeymoon suite there is a limit to the volume it can absorb. I looked around and saw the crumpled panties which I had used earlier and my own briefs. 

Throwing both of them on the carpet, I said

"I have to gag you... choose... take it in your mouth like a doggie and bring it to me!"

Going down low, she took my briefs in her mouth and then crawled over to present them to me. When she moved over to the bed, I put my briefs on her face while I tied her wrists firmly to each of the bedposts like Jake had done before. This time however, I also tied her ankles to the same bedposts with two other straps. This way of tying up brought her crotch upward and totally available for me. Her snatch was wide open, the pink oyster glistening in wetness. 

I rubbed my briefs in her face so she could have a good smell before I gagged her till her mouth was completely filled.

"How did you dare to tie me up!" I said. "It means you will receive extra punishment."

Of course I knew she couldn't answer. However, her hairy lower mouth was drooling with the prospect, receiving some extra attention. My hand closed over the handle of the cane. A moment later it arced through the air. Her bottom leapt up as the first white stripe appeared on her lower body, gradually turning into a crimson red. Again and again I let the cane come down on her tummy and her inner thighs, literally beating her around the bush. Her high-pitched muffled cries mingled with the swooshing sounds of my cane and the whacks when it made contact with her pale skin. 

Take it from me; this kind of work is hard labor. I took great care to distribute my blows evenly over her exposed lower parts, meticulously omitting her cunt in anticipation of better times. I felt myself changing, transferring to a dreamy state, with wild thoughts whirling through my mind while my cane continued to create a fiery red cross-pattern on her pale white skin. She was contorting helplessly, suspended between the leather strips, but my misted eyes were seeing clearly enough to notice her shudders of pleasure when I paused between blows.

We already passed pink... Her meat is turning nicely red.

I put the top of my finger in her cunt to check her water level and found it quite satisfactory. She was almost flooding and I could smell the scent of her excitement. I remembered her plea.

Rare, please.

Down came my cane. She writhed and shuddered uncontrollably under each stroke and her muffled shouting was almost continuous. The cane was seriously biting in her flesh now. I felt flushed almost feverish, my blood pulsating at my temples. 

You are getting it all, lady. Coming all over to the good ol' USA, aren't you? To get a good ol' fuckin'? And have a big dick in that prude ass of yours? To do some black and white fucking? Even starting to like the taste of your ass, aren't ye? And now you like your meat beaten rare...? You're almost there, slutty lady! Almost there...

Then it was done. Her tummy, her thighs, they were all meaty red. In the center of it: her bush and her open mouth, salivating... And of course her clit; I opened the petals to have a better look. It was swollen with blood, the size and color of a blackberry. She felt my inquisitive finger and opened her eyes. I un-gagged her and slowly raised my cane so she could see it. 

"Yes! Yesss! YESSS!!

Brutally I slapped it down at her dark berry...!

Smack... Smack... SMACK...

She climaxed with the rumbling of an earthquake, the intensity of a hurricane, the power of a tidal wave. Imagine how her superb breasts were shaking under this force of nature. Shoot, her cunt was actually squirting! Even after I untied her, waves of pleasure remained softy shaking her beautiful body.

I covered her with a bed sheet and calmly went over to the other bedroom. I found Jake sleeping soundly. I took the other bed and let the tension in my body flow away. I kept my promise, I had been good to her. 

Epilogue 

From the 'Culinary Digest Monthly'.

Well known TV personality and author Nigella Lawson visited the US to promote her new book 'How to be a domestic Goddess'. Our editorial staff, in appreciation of her interview featured in this month issue, looked for a proper American culinary gift. We consulted her two bodyguards, one from Louisiana and one from New York State, for local American specialties associated with her visit. Arrangements were made with the airline these gifts would be presented to Miss Lawson at check-in: a pot with Bayou Blackening Spice and a box of Hershey's Strawberry Kisses.

Please vote if you like the story. 

I would like to thank my editor JayneC for her valuable contribution.